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She floated gently on the ocean’s surface, each wave lifting and lowering her as his hands beneath her back kept her steady. He stood at her head, with his arms extended straight in front of him and under her. The sun shone down on her face, and the ocean breeze drifted across her bare tits.

The water was just shoulder deep, letting him stand and support her, although it was really more like keeping her from drifting away. As she floated there, she felt him lean over a bit, his head blocking the sun and casting a shadow across her face. As he kissed her upside down, his forehead to her chin, she felt his mouth on hers, lightly at first, his tongue brushing across her lips, licking the sea salt away.

She smiled at the slow sensuality of the act, and reacted to his tongue as it probed into her mouth. As his tongue slid easily inside her mouth, she bit down on it just enough to slow it somewhat. She then arched her head back, opening her mouth to his. He thrust his tongue deeper into her, swirling it around in her mouth, and mashing her lips with his kisses.

As he did, he shifted to her side, holding her shoulders and head up with his left arm and sliding his other hand down under her ass, to keep her steady before him. The sun fell across her face again, and she kept her eyes lazily closed, with the red haze of the sun just behind her eyelids.

His lips continued to work at her mouth, his tongue advancing and retreating, while his right hand began to massage her ass lightly beneath the waves, out of sight of the few people on the beach this late. As the breakers rolled through, she could feel him spring lightly from the ocean bottom, lifting her as well, then settling back after the wave had passed.

How he could kiss her so aggressively while playing with her ass, yet never let the water break over her face was a mystery to her. But he had grown up on these beaches and on this ocean and seemed to have a special sense of the rhythms that they moved to. She was completely relaxed in his arms. She could hardly feel her body as it moved in time to the tides.

As he kissed her, his hand had moved from beneath her ass to close around her breast. The sun and drying sea salt had already tightened her Escort Çankaya nipples up and made them stiff, but now he began to gently tweak and pull at them, all in the same mesmerizing rhythm of the sea. His other arm still held her steady.

She was so at ease, so in tune with the sea that she found it perfectly natural when she felt his mouth close over her breast, sucking the entire mound into his mouth, and chewing at it slowly, sucking the flesh all the way into his mouth before retreating until only her nipple remained between his lips and teeth. For more than a minute he alternated between sucking her entire tit into his mouth and then worrying just the nipple with his teeth. As the waves rolled slowly past them, his left hand raised her chest above the break so that he never had to stop.

That was good, because she didn’t want him to ever stop.

Suddenly she felt him duck beneath the surface, releasing her to float free.

Just as quickly he surfaced on the other side of her, with his back to the beach now, and his hands switched roles. The right hand now supported her shoulder, while the left moved to her ass. But it didn’t stop there, as he spread her legs and his forearm parted her thighs. His hand rested on her belly and began to trace slowly across the mound of her pussy beneath the bathing suit panties she wore. So light, so tender was his touch that she wasn’t sure from moment to moment that it was real.

But his forearm, warm from the sun, rested against her pussy and the heat it brought was real enough. His right hand closed firmly around her neck from underneath, holding her up but turning her head to his face as well. Again, his tongue began a probing assault on her mouth, and his touch on her thighs and cunt grew stronger.

She felt him slide a finger into the left leg hole of her bottoms and slide it across her pussy lips, reaching her clit, which quickly swelled and popped out from within its shroud. His finger strummed it slowly, like a violin string, causing her to twist slightly on the ocean’s surface.

“Put your hands around my neck for a moment,” His voice was so unexpected it startled her, but she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling Çankaya Escort the wetness from the ocean and the heat from the sun across his shoulders. With both hands free, he smoothly untied her bikini bottoms and pulled them from her ass and pussy.

She was amazed at how different her lower body felt in the water with nothing to encumber it but his hands and arms. The ocean lapped at her pussy and squeezed between the cheeks of her ass. It flowed across her clit and into her cunt and it felt salty and warm and wonderful. It was a delicious feeling, easily equal to the feel of his finger as it once again found her clit.

He began to slowly strum her growing clit, twirling his thumb across it and sliding his finger back and forth between her labia, which opened before him. Soon her vagina was open to his touch, and he took full advantage of it.

His hand again tightened around her neck as he slid one and then two fingers into her cunt. Ocean water washed in and out with his thrusts, which began slowly and picked up speed. In a couple of minutes she could feel her juices flowing and the idea that she was mingling with the ocean in such a basic way sparked a deeply erotic heat in her pussy. She was close to coming right in the ocean!

He bent his face to her tits once again, and she opened her eyes and turned her head to watch him suck on her tits. She was startled to see other people in the water, less than fifty feet away from them, although they were the farthest from the shore.

At least one man seemed to know what was going on, but he seemed content to watch from a distance. “People are watching us,” she said. “Let ’em,” he growled, as he turned her so that her head was toward the beach. Again he let her float free as he ducked under the surface.

This time he surfaced between her thighs, grinning up across her belly as his hands both grasped her ass to keep her midsection afloat. Her legs drifted apart and he pushed his shoulders between them, forcing them further apart. She let her legs dangle down across his shoulders, opening herself to his attentions.

She almost yelped when his tongue suddenly touched her clit, then slid into her vaginal slit. She could hardly tell where Çankaya Escort Bayan her cunt ended and his mouth began. The sun’s heat on her face and tits and his mouth on her pussy had her coming within minutes. She thrashed about as if swimming, while he continued to run his tongue in and out of her pussy and across her clit. Her juices ran out of her and into the ocean, and she felt as wild as any mermaid.

Just as she finally came down from the sexual peak he had held her at for several minutes, he stood and took her in his arms. Chest to chest, with her tits pressed against him, he began again to kiss her deeply. Both his hands closed around her ass, and he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him under the water. His hard cock slid easily into her, the shock of its complete insertion bringing a look of surprise to her face.

He held her for just a second, his shaft in her up to his belly. Then he slowly began to lift and drop her, sliding her up and down on his cock, feeling her juices thicken and flow, making his passage easier with each moment. She locked her legs around him and began to pump her heels against his ass, raising herself on is cock then dropping back down. Each time he sprung up with a wave, she seemed to gain another inch of his cock into her pussy, which was being sluiced by the ocean water as they fucked.

He slowly spun around as they fucked so that she could see the entire panorama of the beach and the sea and the sun. As she mashed her tits against his chest, he reached between them and pinched the tight salty nipples as hard as he could, knowing how she loved that feeling. Sure enough, her cunt seemed to relax just a bit more, and he began to pound his cock into her.

It wasn’t long before she was coming again, and her orgasm triggered his own. Driving into her as far as he could, he held her belly tight against his, his hands pulling her ass tight to him, and shot stream after stream of come up into her belly, groaning into her ear as he came. She stoked his hair and kissed him deeply once more. Looking down she could see his load as it floated up from her pussy.

Resting her head on his shoulder, she looked toward the beach and saw the same man watching them both. He was much closer now and while she could not hear him when he spoke, she clearly read his lips as he said, simply, “That was beautiful”, and then turned to shore and began swimming.

“Yes, it was,” she whispered hoarsely, as she floated, exhausted on the waves.

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We ended up having more of a late brunch, since it was Sunday. After a few sips of coffee and some food, I was starting to feel rejuvenated. Sitting at a table with all three of the guys I just had a foursome with, was making me horny again. I couldn’t get it out of my mind as we sat there eating and talking.

Damon was beside me. I put my hand on his knee and slowly ran it up his thigh until I got to his treasure. Even soft, the bulge in his pants was incredible. It wasn’t soft for long – my fondling helped it perk right up. I needed to feel it in the flesh. Luckily we were in a booth. I slowly pulled down his zipper trying to be as quiet as possible. I reached my hand in and felt his hard cock in my hand. He made it easy for me and came to the restaurant commando. I did the same. I would often do so on purpose, but this time the decision was made for me since I couldn’t find my thong from the night before.

Returning the favour, I felt his hand rub over my upper thigh and slide up my skirt to my pussy. His hand was extra warm from holding his coffee mug. He slid two fingers between my lips and then into me. As he did so, I hummed softly, trying not to be too loud. It was still loud enough for Nick and Gage to hear and made them look at us with smirks on their faces. They knew exactly what we were up to.

Noticing we were finished eating, the waitress – a middle-age woman with Escort Ankara a scowl, came to our table.

“All done here?” She asked and started picking up plates before we could answer.

I leaned forward to keep what we were doing hidden from her view. Her presence didn’t stop either of us though. Biting my lip, I tried to suppress my moans.

“What was that, dear?” The waitress asked me.

“Uh…nothing…just the bill please.” I replied, blushing a little.

She gave me a funny look, shrugged a little, and turned around to go get our bill.

We all chuckled a little. Damon and I stopped playing with each other when she returned, dropped the bill on our table, and walked off to deliver drinks to another table.

“I’ll get it,” Damon said.

“No-no, I’ll get it as a reward for all your hard work this morning.” I said with a wink.

The waitress came back with the portable debit machine. I paid the bill and handed the waitress the machine back when I was finished.

“Where is the washroom?” I asked.

“Through that door and down the stairs.” She replied, pointing to a door at the back of the restaurant.

I gave all three men a look so they knew to follow me to the washroom. I hoped it was empty. We walked to the back of the restaurant, through the door and down the stairs. It was dark and dingy, especially compared to Ankara Escort the dining area up stairs.

Instead of men’s and women’s washrooms, it was two of the big unisex ones. Perfect. We all went in the second one. Even with the light on, it was dim. The washroom was a good size though, even had a counter rather than just a sink attached to the wall.

Damon grabbed my head, pulled me into him tightly, and started kissing me. Our table play had really gotten him excited again. He was still hard and I could feel his bulge against me. He walked me back towards the counter and helped me get on it. Good thing he’s tall, it was the perfect height for him to fuck me on.

We were still kissing when I reached down and undid his shorts. They dropped to the floor and his cock was released and ready for action. I held his cock and guided it into my pussy. We both gasped as it went all the way in. My pussy was still swollen from all the fucking earlier, so it felt extra tight around his cock. Luckily, I was nice and wet from him fingering me under the table moments before. It felt so good having him slide in and out of me while we made out.

Damon stopped kissing me for a moment to take my shirt and bra off. I took the opportunity to see what the other guys were doing. They were standing near the door, watching intently, dicks in hand. This made what we were doing Ankara Escort Bayan even hotter. The fact that we had voyeurs enjoying the show really ramped things up for me.

Putting my hands on both sides of Damon’s face, I pull him back in to kiss me again. With one hand, he groped my tit. With the other, he braced himself on the mirror behind me. In this position, he could pump me deeper and harder. And that, he surely did.

I had to put one of my hands down on the counter in order to brace myself from the rough pounding. It felt so amazing, I was moaning quite loudly, but didn’t even care. I just figured the kissing and closed door would be enough to stifle the sounds we were making. After a few minutes of this incredibly hot fuck session, Damon came deep inside me, grunting my name as he did so.

He knew I hadn’t cum yet, so after pulling out, he twiddled with my clit until I did. I was so revved up, that it didn’t take long at all. I moaned his name loudly, almost yelling. It felt so good that I couldn’t help myself.

Cumming made the creampie he had given me ooze out of my pussy even more. I hadn’t noticed when, but at some point both Nick and Gage had cum as well. There seemed to be cum all over the place. Oops. We all cleaned up real quick before leaving the bathroom.

Apparently there was a bit of a lineup for the washrooms at this point. The people standing, waiting for their turn, all had either shocked or disgusted looks on their faces as all four of us hurriedly walked past them and up the stairs. We laughed as we left the restaurant and got into the car. That was the best brunch I ever had.

To be continued…

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I sat, my fingers nervously rubbing away at the bottom of my wine glass, waiting anxiously on the bar door opening. I had originally sat with my back to the entrance but after returning to my seat with my second glass of Shiraz I chose to sit facing it, trying to look more confident than I actually felt.

I glanced, not for the first time, at my watch and realised that only a minute had elapsed since the last time I had looked. It was just after 7 and I had been sitting in the hotel bar trying to look nonchalant for half an hour, having decided I needed some Dutch courage prior to my secret rendezvous. My stomach lurched dramatically whenever the door opened but on the two occasions it had, both had been hotel staff and not the man I had arranged to meet.

In view of the fact that we were both married, we had organised the date well in advance. It had not been easy trying to find a time we could both be away overnight, trying to come up with believable excuses so we could be together for the first time. Previously, all contact had been via the internet or phone. Instant messages full of lust and longing, telephone conversations that ended in orgasm, although we were hundreds of miles apart. Cyber sex at its best but even then, it was not good enough for us. We wanted more.

My body started to prickle all over as I pondered on what the evening would hold. If our internet conversations were anything to go by it was going to be an extremely hot night and one that would leave us feeling completely debauched but hopefully, deeply satiated too. Lost in my thoughts, I was jarred out of them when the door opened and Johnny suddenly entered the room. Caught unawares, I immediately smiled up at him as my stomach turned a somersault and I hoped I did not look as manic as I felt inside. Oddly, I thought he looked nothing like how he had appeared on webcam but at the same time exactly the same.

I felt frozen to the spot, relieved that he had turned up but immediately nervous and excited that he had. I realised that there was a huge part of me that had doubted whether he would even show but now that he had my next worry was what he would think of me. I could feel my face flush as he walked towards me, looking confident and assured he dropped a holdall next to the table and grinned.

“My gym kit,” he laughed, winking at me. “So hello you.”

Nodding towards the full glass in front of me he smiled, “do you want another?”

His accent managed to take me unawares although I had often spoken to him on the phone over the course of our virtual relationship. I was taken aback, for the first time the full package was standing in front of me, not just a disembodied voice on the phone or an image on a webcam but the whole article; my cyber lover, flesh, blood and very, very real. I tried to say that I did not need another glass of wine but embarrassingly found that my tongue had stuck to the top of my mouth and all that emerged was a slight murmur. Quickly I shook my head trying to make up for the undecipherable answer, which made my earrings jingle. Self consciously I grabbed on to them to stop the clatter, with the result he turned to go to the bar chuckling away to himself.

Red faced, I studied him as he stood with his back to me. His shirt clung to his shoulders and then tapered pleasingly downward. His jeans fitted him well and I admired the obvious benefits of running regularly; firm buttocks and muscular thighs.

Before long he returned with his pint, choosing to sit next to me rather than across the table.

“Fancy us meeting here.” He smirked cheekily before taking a long drink. “Oh I needed that.” He then proceeded to wipe his lips with the back of his hand, “been here long?”

“Yes, just a bit.” I laughed, “I took the day off work and enjoyed a slow drive here, checked in and then done a little shopping.” “Ahh making the most out of it, eh?” his eyes crinkled as he looked at me. I felt quite vulnerable under his stare. Inside I was quaking and yet this handsome man in front of me did not look the least bit nervous at all.

I tried to keep my voice steady as I continued with the light conversation. “Oh yes, plus if I go back with shopping bags and looking guilty, he assumes it’s because I have spent a fortune.” I admitted sheepishly.

“And will you look guilty?” Johnny enquired, looking genuinely concerned.

“I hope not, I’m not planning on it anyway but who knows. Tomorrow is another day, eh?” I wittered on nervously, beaming at him in an attempt to look carefree. I truly did not want our tête-à-tête to dwell on our infidelities. I took another mouthful of wine and prayed that my teeth were not showing the usual telltale signs of a red wine drinker.

“So gorgeous, did you dress as we discussed?”

As he spoke I felt his hand on my thigh. Staring into his eyes I held my breath as his hand slid down to the hemline of my skirt and then slowly edged its way up underneath the fabric. The palm of his hand glided up Escort Ankara my nylon covered leg until it reached the top of my stocking and I felt the warmth of his hand touch the bare skin of my upper leg. I could see the grin spread across his face as he realised that I was wearing suspenders.

I uncrossed my legs, allowing his fingers to continue their exploration up my inner thigh. I could feel myself tense in anticipation, waiting for his touch to go higher. I suddenly froze to the spot as I felt the back of his hand brush over the dark, silky hair between my legs.

I watched as his eyebrows arched with delighted glee. “Oh you did, you naughty little girl.”

I then felt him move his hand over to my other thigh. As he done so he drew his thumb down my very centre and I gasped at the electrifying contact. His smile broadened noticeably as he slowly retraced his thumb’s journey upwards keeping his eyes on mine as he done so.

Madly, I wondered if the barmaid was aware of what was happening in front of her as she stood mundanely drying glasses. The thought made me flush and dampen at the same time. I had never worn a skirt without underwear before and when I had walked into the bar earlier I felt as if the whole world knew my dirty secret. It felt highly erotic.

I moved my hand over to his leg and squeezed his thigh, really in a vain attempt to disguise the fact that his hand had vanished up my skirt but also to show some appreciation for the extremely curious finger I had sliding up and down between my very moist lips. Additionally, it gave me the opportunity to shift my weight slightly and open my legs a little further. He accepted my invitation at once by pushing the length of his finger into my wet, swollen pussy. I knew my eyes must have flickered as he entered me as he brushed his lips over mine and whispered, “You’ve a wonderfully wicked glint in your eye. I think I need to take you upstairs and see just how wicked you can be.”

As he spoke I could feel his finger wiggle inside me, he was curling it in a ‘come here’ motion. I was not sure if he was aware that he was massaging my g-spot at the same time but regardlessly, it felt wonderful.

“Lets get out of here; it’s too crowded for my liking.”

I looked around the deserted room, “I couldn’t agree more.”

We waited patiently in silence for the lift doors to open. I had never felt so mixed up in my life before. The build up to our meeting had been prolonged and intense and now everything we had lusted for was about to happen. I felt guilty, anxious, excited, nervous, buzzing with anticipation and incredibly horny, all at the same time.

Inside the lift I pushed the round, silver button for the 6th floor and watched as the doors slowly slid shut. As soon as the elevator started to move I felt his hand grip my shoulder. I looked up into his eyes as he bent over, narrowing the distance between us. I caught my breath as his lips came down to meet mine. Coarsely he whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this for far too long.” Before I knew it his lips were on mine properly for the first time. His arms slid around my waist and he pulled me tight up against his body. I could smell his aftershave but could not place it. It smelt clean and woody and musty all mixed together. In response to his clinch, I went up on to my tiptoes, aware of the difference in our heights. I could immediately feel that he was as turned on as I was. His kiss was eager and his lips pressed against mine forcibly. His hand moved down over my buttocks and he squeezed, almost lifting me off the floor at the same time. I clung to him, reeling from the reality of his touch. Our ardent kiss lasted until the lift doors opened and blinking, we spilled out into the brightly lit corridor. My small hand slid into his and I led the way to our hotel room.

As soon as we entered the bedroom he turned and pushed me harshly up against the door. I could feel the wooden frame of the fire escape plan press into my back as he crushed his lips on to mine once more kissing me passionately, his hands roaming all over my body. His hands grabbed at my breasts and squeezed them roughly through the flimsy fabric of my blouse. I held the side of his head as his tongue dipped in and out of my mouth as if testing the depth between my lips. I could feel him pulling up my skirt and pushing his hand between my thighs, forcing them apart so that he could rub between my legs again. His other hand tugged at my blouse pulling it free from my skirt, the buttons quickly submitted as they were pulled apart. I then felt his hand on my bare skin as it snaked up my side. Without undoing my bra his hand slid under it and pulled it over my breasts, freeing them from their confines and revealing my budlike nipples. Grasping one, he pinched it hard and rolled it between his finger and thumb making my back arch. I could hardly catch my breath as his frenzied attack continued. I felt as if I was 18 again: the frantic love making; the strange mouth; Ankara Escort the different hands; the unusual smell; the unfamiliar man in front of me.

Normally, I am used to a set pattern of moves which are gentle, tried and tested procedures with no surprises, no real passion and often no orgasm. In stark contrast, this was raw, wonderful and exciting. It was as if my internet lover had been longing for me so much that now he had me within his grasp he was making up for lost time, desperate not to miss touching every part of my body. I felt exhilarated under his untamed touch, I was being ravished and I loved it.

Finished with bruising my lips, his mouth moved down to my neck and I could feel his teeth graze along my skin. Guiltily, I hoped that he would not leave any marks as he kissed and nibbled along my shoulder. I felt his warm mouth latch on to my now erect nipple and as I glanced down I could see it disappearing between his lips as he sucked hard on it. My hand automatically went to hold his head as he continued to kiss and suck at my breast; drawing my nipple into his mouth and then releasing it so he could kiss all around my brown areola. The pain he was creating in my chest felt exquisite and I relished the feelings coursing through me as his mouth tugged at my breast.

As he sank to his knees in front of me, my hands were at a loss as he roughly pushed my skirt out of his way, forcing it further up my waist. Looking down I could see how dishevelled my clothes were; my blouse hung open revealing my bare breasts, crudely poking out from beneath my bra, my skirt was completely bunched up and lower still I could just make out the tops of my stockings; the rest of the view blocked by his head as he started to nuzzle in between my legs.

I laid my head back against the door, closing my eyes so that I could concentrate on what was happening. I could feel his breath against me, to begin with I thought he was blowing on to my already damp pussy but then I realised that he was inhaling deeply, breathing in my aroma before slowly exhaling and taking another breath. The idea of his nostrils taking in my scent was highly intimate and I could feel my body react as a wave of heat enveloped me. His hesitation also added to the moment and I tried to push myself closer to his face, thrusting my hips forward trying to provoke him into making contact instead of leaving me quivering before him but to no avail, I could sense he was savouring the moment.

Curiously, I was surprised when his tongue did reach out and take its first taste. Its delicate touch was almost feather like as it tenderly slipped between my lips and licked slowly downward. I flinched involuntary, accidentally pulling myself away causing him to lean further into me. This time his tongue contacted more firmly and rubbed up against my clitoris. My shudder this time was more profound and I grabbed onto his head to hold him in place. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he continued to kiss and lick. He lapped up my juices, the cool cat eventually getting the cream he had so often yearned for. Yet again I was on my tiptoes, my calf muscles taut as I parted my legs further, allowing him closer still. I knew my pussy lips was swollen, all fleshy and engorged, opening up more under his skilful tongue.

My skin was aflame as he worked his magic between my legs, forcing me to get rid of the rest of my clothes; I swiftly discarded them, dropping them into a heap on the floor. Now naked, apart from my stockings and suspenders, my breasts hung free, my nipples proudly standing out. I realised that his fingers were now helping him with his explorations as I could feel him spreading my lips apart, enabling him to nibble my clit. The sensation of his teeth skimming against me was phenomenal and I could feel my legs tremble as they struggled to hold me upright. I was moaning like a porn star and I could not help it.

His long, slender finger pushed inside me, followed quickly by another and I arched my back welcoming his probing. Both fingers were now covered in my juices as he plunged them repeatedly inside me. His hot mouth continued to pillage my now dripping pussy and I had to push myself against the door for support as I felt all the muscles in my lower body tense.

“Oh fuck,” I practically screamed as I felt myself erupt, the sudden intensity of the orgasm completely taking me unawares. The feelings washing over me were like nothing I had ever experienced before. I knew my inner thighs were dripping, and still Johnny lapped at me, licking up every last drop.

He stood up smiling broadly, his face glistening with my juices. He then kissed me deeply and I could smell my own aroma, which now covered his skin, my chin getting sticky with my own creamy residue. As we kissed, I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, allowing it to drop unheeded to the floor. I started to undo his belt but he prevented me from going any further by taking my hand and Ankara Escort Bayan leading me over to the king-size bed, which sat like a promised land in a sea of wantonness.

He perched me on the edge of the bed and stood before me, allowing me to finish undoing his jeans. I kissed his midriff as I tugged the denim down over his hips, smoothing my hands over his tight buttocks to help the process along. I then slipped my hands down under the thick waistband of his tight, white boxers and repeated the movement but this time on to his bare skin. Laughing, I bit the elastic at the front of his boxers and pulled it away from his skin, revealing his solid cock standing erect beneath the soft cotton fabric. Using my teeth and taking care, I eased the underwear down, doing it deliberately so that my hair would caress his shaft as I lent forward. Letting go of the waistband, the elastic pinged gently against his thighs and I pushed his boxers down past his knees before straightening up. Now his stiff, hard cock was standing almost eye to eye with me and I could see that it was already weeping. I took his length in my hand and heard him taking a quick breath as my finger swept over the top of his helmet, catching the drop of pre-cum and spreading it over the swollen head of his cock. As I slowly stroked him back and forward I blew gently on to him, teasing him with my breath, letting him know my lips were close by. I felt his hands on my head, his fingers threading their way through my long, dark hair until he had two handfuls of it. He pulled my head back making me look up to him. Maintaining the eye contact I squirmed forward until my breasts sat on either side of his erection, affording him the perfect view as I pushed them together capturing him tightly so I could continue to stimulate his throbbing cock between my large, plump bosom.

Taking him back in hand, I leant over and took his hard on into my mouth. My lips closed tightly around the shaft and pushed their way up his length until I could take him no further. I then eased back, using my tongue to lick the underside of his erection as I withdrew. Repeating the action, I took him a little further each time, trying to open my throat to make more room for his thick, solid cock. My left hand sought out his testicles and started to massage them gently as I took him between my soft, warm lips. Almost gagging as I tried to accommodate him, my mouth salivated over his cock so that his pre-cum and my saliva mixed, causing a heady lubricant to spread along his pulsating erection. Concentrating now on the end of his cock, I started to suck, my tongue probing and licking all around his helmet. His sighs egged me on as I rolled his balls in my palm whilst my other hand stroked him back and forward, finger and thumb encircling his rigid cock, my mouth firmly sealed around the top.

Just as I started increasing the momentum, Johnny pushed me back on to the duvet breaking the contact. I guessed he wanted to ejaculate later rather than sooner therefore, giving a knowing smile, I wriggled backwards up the bed where he joined me, clambering up on all fours until we were face to face. As we kissed he lowered his naked body down on to mine. His weight on me felt good, something I had dreamt of so often in the past. I ran my hands over his body trying to memorise every contour of it, his muscular back, his slim waist and his neat, firm buttocks. There was little resistance as our bodies moulded together perfectly

As his strong arms took his weight, I wrapped my legs around his athletic body and felt him start to slide into me. His solid cock pushed further in and I tilted my pelvis up, trying to make sure he could get as deep as possible. I could hear him sighing with pleasure as he maintained the position for a short while. Looking up at him, I stared into his dark brown eyes and cherished the moment as he slowly withdrew before driving into me for a second time. It felt fantastic. I started to buck beneath him, slowly at first and then speeding up to match his pace, surging upwards to meet every thrust, our bodies slamming into each other. It was not long before I could feel myself starting to tingle, my pussy finding its rhythm and relishing the beat. I then heard Johnny’s breathing starting to falter and I realised that he was also close to coming. Focussing on the building sensation between my legs, I pictured how his cock would look as it drove into me repeatedly; swollen and purple, the veins throbbing as he fucked me harder and harder. The image pushed me over the edge and I let out a gasp as I started to come yet again. As my orgasm took hold, I clutched on to his buttocks and pulled him tight against me so I could grind myself between his hip bones. I knew that my actions had caused Johnny to let go as he rammed powerfully into me one last time. In that instance, it was as if his whole body had frozen: every muscle tensed and unmoving; his face darkened with the strain; his eyes tightly closed and his mouth almost a grimace. Then, like a sudden spring thaw, he relaxed, his smile returned and he was able to lower himself gently on to my lightly flushed body. Both now covered in a sheen of sweat, we lay still with our hearts beating in tandem, locked together in satiated contentment.

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Over the weekend, Andrew worked nights and I worked all day Sunday. We didn’t cross paths except at breakfast. His mood wasn’t happy, but he at least wasn’t too grumpy around me. On Monday, he was scheduled to be at the shop from 8-4, and I was trying to hide my eagerness for him to get out the door. Knowing he would be gone for a while, I planned to dig deeper (literally) into the mysteries in his closet.

I was standing at the sink, washing the same dishes over and over while Andrew slowly put on his work shoes, gathered the lunch I had prepared for him, and stepped outside. As soon as the door shut behind him, I pulled off the apron, wiped my hands on a towel and ran upstairs. I wasted no time in pulling out the half-dozen or so boxes from his closet floor. The top few I had already glanced through. I flipped through his wedding album again, this time noticing the fancy embroidered invitation pasted on the inside cover.

Next week was Penny and Andrew’s wedding anniversary. Six years next Thursday. Regardless of what the story was with his wife, his sour mood made a lot more sense now. I was thinking about the implications of this discovery when my phone rang. I set everything down on the floor and walked over to the bed, where my phone was announcing a call from a number I didn’t know. I paused a second, then scooped it up.

“Hello, this is Gina.”

“Gina, Hi! This is Mary Beth from Wellspring Services and Associates. We’ve reviewed your resume and your application and would like to talk more with you about a position at our company. Are you still interested in seeking a position?”

“YES!” I blurted out, much, much too eagerly. “I’m sorry, what I mean is, I would love to have the chance to learn more about the position. When would be a good time to come to your office?”

With amusement in her voice, Mary Beth said, “We have slots at 3 and 4pm this afternoon and at 10am and 2pm tomorrow. I was off that day and only had snooping on my schedule, so I took the 4pm interview.

I managed to stay calm as I finished the call, but as soon as I hung up, I squeezed my arms tight against my body and then spread them wide, shouting a triumphant, “YES!” Then I recollected my wits and remembered that it was only an interview, not an offer. Still, it gave me hope that my days as a sex-toy maid were numbered.

*******

I still had the whole morning and half the afternoon ahead of me, so I pulled out another box. Lots and lots of baby pictures. Seriously, who prints pictures anymore? Even four years ago, who wasn’t completely digital then? Some of the pictures were in frames, a few of which were cracked and even shattered. It was clear that someone (Penny, no doubt) had spent time hand-making some of these frames.

One especially cute one had the baby’s face in the center, outlined by a heart drawn with lipstick on the glass. Andrew and Penny’s smiling faces were on either side of her. The frame had wooden letters glued on it, reading, “Family is Love. Love is Forever.” Cute. Naive, sappy, sentimental, but cute.

It was clear I didn’t know the guy in these pictures. He had disappeared along with the woman and child, leaving a sad, tired, occasionally mopey hornball behind. It seemed to me like something had happened between Andrew and Penny, and she had left him with their daughter.

As I sat thinking about possibilities and how to confirm my suspicions, I heard my phone buzz. A text.

Are you awake? It was from Steve.

It’s 9am, do you think I’m a complete slug?

Hey, it’s your day off. You should be relaxing.

One can relax out of bed.

Yeah, but most things are better in bed. We normally didn’t text, especially not flirty ones, so I wondered what was up.

Anyway, I was thinking it was about time to collect on that drink you owe me.

Did I make a promise while drunk?

No 🙂 I helped you move. I believe there was a beverage or two promised.

Haha! I forgot. So basically you want to take me on a date that I’ll pay for? 😛

Ooh, now it’s a date. I like the way this is going!

I’ll be in town for an interview at 4. Want to celebrate with me afterwards?

Sure! Let me know when you’re done and we’ll meet up.

Sounds good. See you later…

So now I had an interview and a date today. I wasn’t that interested in Steve, but he was convenient, and I really did want some male presence in my life other than Andrew. And it got me thinking. Was there someone I could set Andrew up with? Maybe not anything too serious, but if he was getting some action elsewhere, maybe he’d need a little less of my time and energy.

I remembered Angelica and her chattering coworkers, any of whom might be giddy over the idea of an evening with Andrew. Hell, they might compete with each other over the chance to bed him first!

While my mind was picturing Angelica’s perky tits bouncing in front of Andrew’s face, I was still pulling things Escort Etlik out of the closet boxes. At the bottom of one box, underneath some dark roses pressed and sealed in a plastic bag, I found a manila folder with the name “Noel” written in large letters on it. I emptied the contents into my lap. A birth certificate for “Beatrice Noel,” born about 4 years earlier. Some medical reports from check-ups and vaccinations during her first few months. Cards from a baby shower. A certificate with her footprint on it.

And a death certificate. She lived to be 11 months old. She died…three years ago this Wednesday.

And now I understood why Andrew was “on a down swing” lately. The date of his daughter’s death and his wedding anniversary fell within 8 days of each other, and that time was coming up soon. Geez, Gina, it’s a wonder he hasn’t totally fallen apart. And with the holidays coming up…what a shitty time of year for him! I felt…sympathy? Pity?

These days, though I was past my hate for Andrew, my feelings towards him were still safely in the realm of disdain. But in light of this- knowing that there was such a cloud hanging over him…

And yet I couldn’t stop obsessing about his wife. I started digging faster, messier, less carefully. Where was the folder marked “Penny”? Where was her death certificate? Or where was the note from her saying that she couldn’t take the pain and had to get away and start a new life? For a brief moment, I wanted to hold Andrew and tell him that it was OK, tell him that life could be good and happy. I wanted to believe that myself. I wanted him to unload and tell me everything, not just so I could know, but so that I could share the weight of that intolerable burden.

I started to think about how I hated the month of June because of Ian, my brother. I started to think of how hard it was when the police came to the door that night when I was 12. I started to think of how Ian wasn’t the only one that died that day- the parents I had loved and needed died, too. I never saw them again; they were replaced by hollow shells that simply managed our home for 6 years until I left.

I found myself holding the picture frame that promised, “Family is Love, Love is Forever.” I thought it would be so much better to not know what you were missing, what life was denying you. I found myself crying out of pity- pity for Andrew, who was so alone, and pity for myself, who couldn’t remember not being alone.

*******

I pulled it together long enough to put everything back in boxes, even if they weren’t in the right boxes. I restored order to the closet and resolved to shift my attention to cooking lunch. Just so he didn’t get any ideas about this evening, I texted Andrew. Job interview at 4! Date with Steve afterwards. Don’t wait up.

It was about 30 minutes later when I got a reply: Happy for you. Good luck on both ventures. About 10 minutes later he followed that with, Plan on being up early tomorrow or else home tomorrow evening, please.

*******

The interview went reasonably well. I had thought ahead enough to look up the company and remind myself what they did. It was a sales job for in-home medical systems. Basically, trying to get sick and elderly people to buy products that cost more than my car. I don’t think I needed any qualifications other than a nice set of boobs and the ability to speak coherent sentences. I was not really interested in sales, and letting go of a part-time job to accept a full-time job that probably wouldn’t last seemed…unwise. They said they’d contact me later that week.

I put those thoughts on hold once Steve showed up. We had some light drinks (my treat) then headed to dinner (his treat). We went to a gourmet burger restaurant Steve had heard good things about. I felt a little overdressed, still wearing the business suit I took to the interview. Steve was dressed down, apparently not considering how I would need to be dressed. It was a bit awkward, but our casual conversation flowed just fine.

I didn’t feel very flirty or playful. There was too much on my mind. And as much as I wanted to blame that on vocational decisions, it really kept coming back to Penny, Noel, and Andrew. Steve was enough of a gentleman not to act disappointed when I told him I was tired and needed to head home. He could tell I was distracted, and I hoped he didn’t take it personally.

*******

I got home a little before nine. I walked softly up to my room and saw that Andrew’s light was still on. I took off my skirt and jacket, slipped my bra off, and sat on my recliner, legs curled up under me and arms wrapped in a self-embrace. I looked out at the moon, closed my eyes and thought of Ian. I thought of happier times and less confusing seasons. Before I knew it, a half hour had passed in stillness. As another wave of tears tried to find release, I stood up and walked to the door. Wearing only my panties and a button-down blouse, I passed through Etlik Escort the dimly-lit hall.

Andrew’s light still shone from under his door. I lifted my hand to knock, then paused. I closed my eyes and strengthened my resolve. I need this, I need this to take my mind off things. I need this to help me stop…feeling. Satisfied, I tapped lightly and called softly, “Andrew? Can I come in?”

Silence. Then, “Yes.”

I opened the door and stepped inside. Closing the door behind me, I leaned back against it, arms crossed behind me. Andrew was sitting on a glider in the corner of the room, glasses on, reading a classic novel. A lamp shone over his shoulder. I winced inwardly, remembering that the glider was from the baby’s room, according to photos I wasn’t supposed to have seen.

“What’s up?” he asked, trying to make eye contact but not getting much higher than my bare legs.

With my fingertips, I pushed away from the door and walked towards him. I shimmied out of my panties while I took the eight or so steps across the room. Climbing onto his lap, I found there was just enough room on the glider for my knees to slide down around his hips. Andrew reached his arm out to put his book on the nightstand, but he only succeeded in dropping it on the floor, an arms-length away. I took off his glasses and dropped them an arms-length the other direction.

Andrew looked worried, which I chalked up to being stunned at my unusual behavior. But then I noticed that, rather than the sexy, confident look I was going for, I was instead showing up teary-eyed and desperate. I started babbling, “Please don’t say anything. I just need this to help me stop…to help me take my mind off some things. I need something physical to drown out all the…everything else. I don’t want you to…I’m not…”

I held his jaw in both hands and started kissing him. He put his hand on my chest and pushed me back gently. “Gina, this won’t drown out everything else. It’ll just replace it with something else. I don’t want you to think that…”

“Just stop talking, please. Do you want me to fuck you or not?” I emphasized my point by grinding against his very hard cock, which was still buried in his pajama pants.

He looked like he was genuinely thinking about that question. Would he say no? It would be the ultimate power play- turning me away from sex when I wanted it, just to show he’s in charge. Rejecting me when I’m obviously vulnerable and needy, just to keep me in my place. Or more likely, he might say no out of some misguided sense of chivalry.

He ran his fingers through the hair on the back of my head, looked at the strands running over his hand and said distantly, “Your hair looks nice, but I liked it better when it wasn’t styled. You have this simple, natural beauty that is enchanting.”

I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss him. I choked out a few words, “Stop…talking.” I ground myself on his lap and kissed him violently, my hips moving in circles and my hands holding our faces close. I reached down to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, bunching the fabric up in my fingers as I lifted. He raised his arms and pulled his head back as I completely removed the garment. Now I could run my hands all over his chest as we resumed kissing.

Our tongues did real battle, each fighting to possess the other’s mouth. My hips moved of their own accord while I closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation of his mouth on mine, his hands moving up under my shirt, one on my back and one on my side. His hand went roughly up and down my side, each time drawing a little closer to my breast, until on one upstroke he finally slid across my whole breast and held his hand there. My nipple hardened against his palm and he pressed back gently.

He pulled his hands out again and grabbed my shirt near the top button and made as if to rip the whole thing open. Thankfully, I noticed and quickly put my hands on his, saying, “No. It’s my only nice shirt.”

He huffed one little laugh and then started unbuttoning my blouse. With our mouths again on the attack and my hips pressing for as much contact with his covered cock as this position allowed, it was hard work for his thick fingers to get each little button undone. With three unfastened and two more to go, I couldn’t keep waiting to feel skin on my breasts again. I reached down and yanked the shirt open, hearing the buttons bounce off the wall. With my shirt open, I fell forward, wrapping my arms around Andrew’s neck and rubbing my breasts against his firm chest. “I guess I’ll have to take up sewing,” I whispered in his ear.

“Up,” was all he said, patting my ass with his hand. I raised myself up as far as I could, which wasn’t far, and he tried to pull his pants down. “Up,” he demanded with another pat, and I got off my knees and into a crouch. That gave him enough room to slide his pajama pants and boxer briefs down, and with a few kicks, they went off to join his shirt Etlik Escort Bayan and my panties somewhere on the floor.

Kneeling wouldn’t have worked for much penetration on the narrow glider, which was swaying back and forth with our motions, so I appreciated the new position. With my feet next to his ass, I could squat down and rub my dampening slit against his hardness. I put my arms around his neck again, like a chaste hug between friends, and I was able to feel his warm skin against me from my neck all the way down. He put his hands on my back and ass and helped me slide up and down. The motion of the glider made our movements feel even more exaggerated.

I was loving how I could press and rub against his shaft like this. I’m sure he was eager to get inside me, but first I had to see how close I could get myself to the edge. The only problem was that my legs were cramping up, being in a continued squat. I lifted first one, then the other leg and put them on the cushioned arms of the glider, resting all my weight on Andrew’s lap. This way, I could still thrust and could control my pressure and movements over him without needing to support my own weight. Plus, it caused my legs to spread, which opened my pussy up for more access- more contact with his warm, pulsing rod.

I could easily angle my hips to rub my clit along his cock. He had the presence of mind to push his hips forward and up a little, giving me even better access. I started moaning and gasping as our motion brought me faster and faster towards orgasm. My arms were still around his neck, my shirt still hanging on, covering only my back and shoulders. I felt a little like I was holding on to him for dear life while my lower body went berserk.

I needed a little something more, some extra stimulation to get me there. I pulled away from Andrew and leaned back, maintaining the constant friction against my slit that was taking me up the hill. Thrusting my breasts forward I panted, “Kiss…kiss them.”

With no delay, Andrew’s mouth and right hand were fully engaged on my nipples. With his mouth he sucked one, teasing it with his tongue. With his fingers he traced slow circles around my aureole.

It was almost enough. My breathing quickened and my moans got higher. “Mmf..yes!…please…almost…ooohhww!” When he used his teeth to gently grasp my nipple while diddling it with his tongue, I finally had my release.

With both hands I grabbed his head and pulled tight, pressing him against my chest so hard that it hurt. My hips jerked rapidly, still pushing against his firm shaft. My toes clenched and released several times in rapid succession, and my legs tried to squeeze together but were stopped by the glider.

During one of the upward jerks of my shaking hips, Andrew pushed out with his stomach, moving me just over his tip so that when I jerked downward…he was completely inside me in one motion. Once that was accomplished, he pressed firmly on my lower back, holding me in place while my walls clenched around him. The instant fullness set me to moaning and spasming a little more. An unexpected pleasure.

I don’t know how long it took me to come down from that cathartic peak. I remember leaning forward against Andrew and resting my head on his shoulder, still whimpering and moaning every few seconds, when my tunnel would squeeze him. After a few minutes for me to recover, Andrew started to gently move my body up and down against him. He paused, slowly removed my blouse and began rubbing my back. I was still shivering and jerking every few moments, beautiful aftershocks of my orgasm.

“Hold on to me, babe. I’m gonna stand up.” I again wrapped my arms around his neck and he used his hands to grip the armrests of the glider. He thrust his hips forward to get balanced, and that action drew a long moan out of me. He teetered for a moment, then got his balance. Wrapping me up in his strong arms, he carried me the few steps to his bed. Never disengaging for a moment, he pulled the sheets back with one hand, then lowered us to the bed.

Setting me down gently, with his arms still wrapped around my back, he than settled his weight down on me. My back arched and I let out a spontaneous “Yessssss” as his added weight just pushed his cock deep into me.

I was still feeling buzzed from cumming and my instincts were telling me to keep thrusting and rubbing. I started pushing my hips up against him with my legs locked behind him. With my arms rubbing up and down his back at the same time, it must have looked like I was trying to shimmy up an imaginary pole. Or not so imaginary. Andrew gave slow, measured thrusts, each one reaching me at my deepest spots and staying there while I gyrated and panted loudly.

Andrew propped himself up on his hands and watched me. I was almost in a trance- my world centered on our joined bodies in that moment and, for a few glorious minutes, nothing else mattered. My eyes were mostly closed, but I opened them slightly and squinted up at Andrew, my mouth open, panting, whimpering, half-forming words of lust and longing. I moved my hands down to his firm, well-curved ass cheeks and enjoyed the sensation of holding him tight that way, feeling their rocking motion.

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The week seems to drag on forever. Dan is working seven days straight and I miss him. I agree with the saying “All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy” but in this case it should read “All work and no play makes for no sex life.” I have planned a little surprise for Dan at his work tonight. If he can’t bring his body to me, I will have to bring my body to him.

Wickedly rugged are the best words to describe Dan. He stands more than six (6) feet tall; with broad shoulders, hard cut body, blonde hair and chiseled features, he reminds me of the Viking warriors of old.

“Hmm, now that is an idea.” I tell myself, “Dan wearing nothing but the movie version of a Viking.”

The movies know how to romanticize the Vikings, by putting them into small loin cloths, furry leggings, and a large heavy cape thrown across the shoulders. I can see Dan standing at the top of hill wearing that. Sighing heavily, I know he will never agree to it, so I will keep this one tucked away in my dream files, for the times when he is out of town.

But as I look at myself in the full length mirror I do know what he does like, and Dan will definitely like this little black and pink bustiere I bought from lingerie store today. It fits like a second skin. I run my hand down the front of it feeling the soft black silk beneath my fingers. The bustiere has long pink satin ribbons cris crossing the length of it, ending at the top and tied in a bow. It’s going to take him a very long time to undo all of these ribbons, which is exactly what I am looking for.

Thinking of his strong hands against my body makes my nipples protrude through the lace.

The bra cup is a demi-cut, which show the tops of my areolas, and there are lace panels running down the length of it ending at the top of my thighs. Turning around, I take a peek at my butt, yes indeed, it looks perfect on me. There is a hint of my butt checks spilling out at the bottom of the garment. I can already picture Dan grabbing me by the ass and pulling my body against his.

My fingers begin to caress my protruding nipples and immediately my breathing starts to deepen.

“Stop it.” I scold myself and turn away from the mirror. I’m so bad. I have absolutely no willpower sometimes.

The intoxicating mental image is arousing and I feel myself getting moist. I quickly run my hand down between my legs to find the heat beginning to radiate outward. I let out a soft sigh, and bring my Escort Eryaman wet fingers up to my mouth for a quick taste before I walk over to the bed.

I bend over to pick up a little black dress I laid out on the bed earlier in the day. I slip it over my head. The dress floats down slowly over my body, hiding the bustiere from sight. I reach over to the dresser for balance as I slip one foot, and then the other one, into a pair of black stiletto heels. A quick glance in the mirror, and I am ready for my man.

I am wicked. I admit it. Dan will not see this one coming. Blind sided, he will not know what hits him.

I walk into the kitchen and open the refrigerator to pull out a container filled with his dinner I packed earlier in the day. I sweep up my purse and keys from the kitchen counter and head for the door. When I step outside and into the cool dark night, I can feel my nipples straining against the fabric in anticipation of the evening. I sit down in my car placing the dinner in the back seat, and head out of the driveway to surprise Dan.

I roll the window down letting the wind swirl inside, tousling my soft brown hair against the sides of my face, and once on the freeway it only takes a few minutes before I reach the construction site where Dan is working. I find him sitting in his truck filling out reports on his computer. I pull up next to his truck stopping my car, and a huge smile radiates across his face when he sees me.

“Follow me big boy. I brought your dinner and some dessert.”

After quickly checking on the crew, he cuts them loose for the dinner break. Following me in his truck, I lead him to a deserted city park where I stop and turn off the car engine. I wait for him, in the shadowy confines of my car, to come join me.

Dan wastes no time once he enters the car. He sits down and quickly sweeps me up into his arms, inhaling my scent as his mouth presses against mine in a passionate kiss. Our tongues play against the other, and I go directly into my “watch Jeanie squirm and moan” dance as my body responds to him.

Driven by the whimpering sound of my moans and movements from my body, he runs his hands across my body, and down to the hem of my dress. He slowly lifts my dress up over my soft thighs to move it out of the way, and then he traces the contour of my legs back down to my knees. My legs part instinctively and he teases my inner thighs with his fingers to spread them Eryaman Escort apart even further.

Every fiber of my body is on fire for him.

I tighten my arms around his shoulders, plastering my body up against to his. The feeling of my hard nipples pressing against his chest acts like an aphrodisiac. I feel the wet moisture from my body run down between my thighs and settle on the car seat in a juicy puddle.

Our kisses become more frantic, more demanding as we our bodies press together. I get lost in his passion. I don’t even realize he is removing my dress until Dan breaks our kiss to pull it over my head.

“Wow, I like,” and his breath heats my skin causing me to shiver in delight.

With that said Dan leans down to trace the outline of the bustiere across the soft mounds of my breasts with his lips. When he reaches the bow to untie it, his hard knuckles caress the tops of my breasts and drive me into hot bitch overdrive. I quickly unzip his pants, and watch his rock hard cock spring free. I stoke his cock slowly up and down feeling the full length of it with my hand. I want to taste it with my mouth but Dan has found my nipples first.

It is sweet torture as his lips suck and his teeth nibble on the hard peaks. I groan in reply, but what I really want to do is release a primeval scream from deep within my body. His touch feels so good I want to cry, scream, do something, anything to find release.

“You taste like candy and smell like wild flowers,” he whispers into my body.

His breath against my nipples sends shivers up and down my body, and he continues to tease me with his mouth and tongue. When Dan reaches between my legs, I almost explode from my seat at his touch. I arch my hips upward trying to press my wet slit against his hand. I am not wearing any panties or thong. Dan laughs at the urgency of my need, and drops his hand back down to my inner thighs. His caresses leave erotic paths of heat burning across my legs while at the same time he leaves my wet pussy hurting, and in need.

“Stop teasing me,” I beg him.

“Not yet,” he answers as he nibbles on my shoulder.

Two can play this game and I break his light hold on me, and take the tip of his hard cock into my mouth wrapping my soft lips around it. It jerks in answer. I taste the drops of salty moisture trying to escape from the tip. I lick them up quickly and Dan’s hips press his cock against my mouth in Eryaman Escort Bayan response.

He watches me through heavy lids, breathing deeply, and takes in every touch and stroke from my lips. My hand moves up and down over his hard cock, as my mouth covers the head, sucking until he can’t stand it anymore. His blue eyes turn black as the night around us as the lust overtakes him.

Without a word, my Viking warrior grabs me by my waist and pulls me on top of him. I feel his desire pressing against my clit and I cry out, calling his name. Spreading my legs apart I lower myself onto his long shaft, slowly engulfing it with my wetness. Dan watches my face, looking deeply into my eyes before our lips meet again. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, matching the movements of our bodies, and I suck his tongue just as my pussy sucks on his shaft. His fingers and hands dance across my body, before settling on the small nub of my clit. It drives me to the brink as I move up and down over his long cock.

I feel my orgasm building and my muscles grip the length of him. Dan grabs me by my hair and pushes my face into his, mashing our lips together. The surge overcomes me first and then him a few seconds later. My muscles tighten around his cock, and hot threads of cum pump into my body giving us both an explosive release. I can feel my entire body throbbing as my heartbeat begins to slow. I look up to see a smile in Dan’s face and eyes. He holds me gently and plants a row of tender kisses over my body, ending at my mouth.

I leave him slowly, and instantly I feel emptiness where he once filled me. Dan pulls his pants closed and then finds my black dress crumpled in a wad on the seat. He pulls the dress over my head trying to smooth it out. It’s too wrinkled. It is a lost cause, and a willing victim of our passionate abandonment. I see a wickedly looking smile appear on his face.

“Where’s my dessert?”

I kiss him soundly on his lips. “It will be waiting for you at home.”

In response, Dan grabs me by my shoulders and draws me in close. I feel the heat of his strong muscles press against my yielding breasts which are still tender from his touch. His lips enslave mine as we give soft kisses of good-byes. Neither of us wants to stop.

Dan finally leaves me, taking the heat of our passion with him as exits my car. He gets into his truck, and waits for me to safely drive away before he heads back to work.

I continue down the freeway toward home. My body still burns for his touch, and I feel my nipples push against the fabric dreaming of his lips. It isn’t until I pull into the driveway that I realize I forgot to give Dan his dinner, it is still on the seat behind me.

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My name is Safia Dahir. I’m a twenty-five-year-old woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the town of Hargeysa in the great nation of Somaliland. I’ve been living in the Confederation of Canada since 2004. I’ve recently become a citizen of this great, if sometimes xenophobic nation. I recently married a young man whom I’ve fallen desperately in love with. Jean-Luc Lafleur of Cap-Haitien, Northern Haiti. A tall, good-looking young Black man with dreadlocks whom I met at La Cite Collegiale, the French College of the Province of Ontario. I surprised my friends and family members by marrying this young man who wasn’t Somali, or even Muslim. I’ve got my reasons.

It is my firm belief that every woman knows the right man for her when she meets him. The first time I laid eyes on Jean-Luc Lafleur, I simply knew. This six-foot-one, slim and fit, light-skinned young Haitian brother with the looks of an Ebony God simply caused my heart to nearly burst from my chest. I was dating this handsome Englishman named Anthony George Caldwell at the time. Anthony is one of the most amazing guys I ever met. Tall, lean and athletic, with blond hair, icy blue eyes and the kind of smile that Brad Pitt would envy. Born and raised in North London, England. I’ve always been somewhat attracted to European men, much to the dismay of my conservative Somali family. All the Somali guys in the town of Ottawa date fat White chicks so why should I limit my options? Anthony had asked me to move in with him at the time that my good friend Estella Lafleur introduced me to her younger brother Jean-Luc, a newcomer to Canada.

Estella Lafleur, a tall, curvy and bodacious Haitian gal originally from Montreal-Nord, has been my best friend ever since I came to the Confederation of Canada. You wouldn’t think it to look at us but we’re like sisters. Estella is half Black and half Hispanic, born to a Haitian father and Dominican mother. I’m one hundred and twenty percent Somali. I’m Muslim and she’s Catholic. Politically speaking, I’m liberal and she’s conservative. I’m a registered member of the New Democratic Party of Canada, the progressive movement once led by the late, great Jack Layton. Estella is a Tory, and her idol is Stephen Harper. The anti-immigration Prime Minister from Calgary, Alberta. Estella and I are as different as night and day, yet we’re inseparable. When I got kicked out of the University of Montreal because of a scandal, I was lost. Estella was moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and asked me to go with her.

You see, Estella was transferring out of the University of Montreal’s Criminal Law Program to the Police Foundations Program of La Cite Collegiale. She switched majors because she wanted to become a Provincial Police Officer instead of a lawyer. I followed her to Metropolitan Ottawa because, at that point, I had nothing to lose. My parents Mohammed and Aisha Dahir had basically forsaken me because I had wasted a lot of my time and a lot of their money at the University of Montreal. All because I simply refused to bow down to a bigoted Quebecer guy who made an unwelcome pass at me. Arthur Tremblay was his name. The Tremblay family is wealthy and powerful and they had a lot of clout at the University of Montreal. The school chose to side with the son of a wealthy White family over a young immigrant woman from the Horn of Africa. What a surprise.

While attending the University of Montreal, I mainly dated White guys but they were usually the charming and friendly ones. As different from Tremblay, the asshole who wronged me as night is different from day. Arthur Tremblay was a brute who liked to play grab ass with minority female students and he got mad when I smacked him and kicked him in the groin for grabbing my narrow posterior. I guess he was used to getting his way because he was wealthy and considered French-Canadian royalty since his family rubbed elbows with Jean Charest, the old French guy who runs the Bloc Quebecois. I embraced my life in the City of Ottawa since there was nothing left for me in the City of Montreal. My parents had harsh words for me when I told them I wasn’t interested in studying in Montreal anymore. It seemed they were more concerned with their money than my well-being. Oh, well. I moved to the Capital Region of Ontario, got a job working as assistant manager of a small restaurant and enrolled at La Cite Collegiale.

Estella and I found an apartment in the Vanier section of Metropolitan Ottawa. Vanier seemed kind of run-down to me since I was used to the architectural beauty and urban vibe of Montreal. It seemed to me that the City of Ottawa dumped most of its poor newcomers, whether Black, Asian, Hispanic or Arabic, in one spot. And that spot was the small town of Vanier. Rent was cheap in the Vanier neighbourhood which we moved to but the place didn’t exactly look safe. Thugs, wannabe thugs, prostitutes and pimps walked up and down the street. You could hear people shouting and hollering all day and all night. This was a far cry from the beautiful City of Montreal, which I had called home since I came to Canada. Oh, well. No use crying over spilt milk as the English folks say. I resolved to embrace my new life in the City of Ottawa. A new life where I would be free of my parents influence. At last I felt truly independent. I was paying Escort Sincan for school and rent all by myself. Nobody could tell me Jack. Life was pretty good, considering.

During my first few months in the City of Ottawa, I was an exceptionally busy gal. Even in the run-down town of Vanier, rent was going up. Life is hard and harsh in the Province of Ontario because, economically, Ontario isn’t as well-off as the Province of Quebec. Ottawa was a boring government town full of boring government people. There were few nightclubs, and the art and entertainment scene was largely inactive. The Ottawa nightlife sucked, oh, wait. It doesn’t suck, it simply doesn’t exist! I focused on school and work since I didn’t have much else to do. Estella seemed to adapt to Ottawa much better than me. Instead of mourning our beloved Montreal, my favourite Haitian gal embraced Ottawa. She met this tall, good-looking Black guy named Trevor Watkins. He’s actually an American student from Boston, Massachusetts, who’s studying business administration at Carleton University. I was really surprised to hear there were American students at many schools in the City of Ottawa. In the City of Montreal, we get students from Africa, the Arab world, Latin America, Europe and Asia but never the United States of America. I think our French language and culture has something to do with it.

Estella’s new boyfriend Trevor was a really charming guy. Anyhow, I met one of the most interesting guys ever through him. At Carleton University, Trevor was roommates with Anthony Caldwell, the hunky Englishman I mentioned before. I really liked Anthony and the feeling was mutual. We began going out, and things were really good between us. Then Estella’s younger brother Jean-Luc moved to Canada and came into our lives. He was studying at the University of Notre Dame in Port-Au-Prince, the capital of Haiti. After the 2010 Haiti Earthquake, his University campus was so damaged that the school remained closed for a while. Estella sent for her younger brother, and he came to Canada as an international student. He enrolled at La Cite Collegiale with Estella and myself. Folks, believe me when I tell you that I cared deeply for Anthony Caldwell. He was sexy, a true gentleman, and terrific in bed. However, when I look at Jean-Luc…I feel things.

Jean-Luc Lafleur for the most part didn’t seem to notice that I existed. His sister Estella warned me that he was the flirtatious type. With his rugged good looks, how could he not be? Jean-Luc Lafleur became the Big Man on Campus at La Cite Collegiale. The majority of the students hailed either from Quebec or New Brunswick, the two French-speaking Provinces of Canada. Many of the students at La Cite Collegiale came from the French-Canadian Communities scattered throughout the Province of Ontario. The French gals at La Cite Collegiale were drawn to Jean-Luc’s innate charm and good looks. Estella warned him about White chicks, but he started dating them anyway. Jean-Luc began dating this red-haired French-Canadian chick named Madeline Belanger. She’s from the town of Trois-Rivieres in the Province of Quebec. Estella knew Madeline from one of her classes, and the French broad soon began ingratiating herself into our circle of friends. Jean-Luc showed up everywhere with her, and he visited his big sister often. In spite of myself, I winced inside every time I saw Jean-Luc with Madeline. And I didn’t know why.

In my experience, Black guys didn’t go for Black chicks who look like me. I’m five-foot-eleven, skinny and dark-skinned, with absolutely no curves. My hips are narrow, my hair is short and I’ve got no butt. I cursed myself for lacking all the things Black women are Universally famous for, curvy bodies and fantastic round butts. And I lived in Canada, man. A place where a lot of White women have big butts. It really sucked being me. I’ve always been lucky with the White guys because many of them found my dark skin, short hair, and tomboyish attire sexy. I’ve long since stopped wearing the hijab and other traditional types of Somali feminine attire. I can’t even remember the last time I set foot inside a Mosque, though I still consider myself a Muslim. I’m only me, I guess. Anthony Caldwell liked me for me. And that was enough for me, until Jean-Luc came into the picture. All of a sudden, I was lying awake at night thinking about my best friend’s younger brother. I never told anyone how I felt about Jean-Luc. My friendship with Estella mattered to me. Estella is a very liberal gal but I’ve seen the way she looks at women who show an interest in any of her male relatives. When she’s out with her male cousins or her younger brother, she’s like a hawk. Any woman looking at them gets a dirty look or unkind word from her. I had no desire to be on the receiving end of that.

I told myself that my relationship with Anthony Caldwell was good, and it was actually great. Anthony was friendly and generous. He was really open-minded. In the past, I’ve gone out with White guys whom I dumped because they said racist things about Black males and thought I would be okay with it simply because I’m dating them. I’ve dealt with a lot of insecure White guys who can’t stand it if you’re a Black female with Black male friends. I’ve got plenty of Black male friends, both straight and gay. I love my brothers and they can’t Sincan Escort be replaced. Anthony to me was like Paul Walker in the Fast And The Furious movies. A cool, non-racist White guy who had lots of Black male friends and seemed really comfortable around minorities. I mean, Anthony’s best friend was none other than Trevor Watkins, a Black guy from the United States of America. I treasured my relationship with Anthony.

Unfortunately, things don’t always go the way we plan. The end of my blissfully peaceful relationship came unexpectedly. One night, Jean-Luc showed up at the apartment. He was crying, and he had scratch marks on his arm and on his neck. Oh, and his lips were bleeding. He begged me to call his sister, saying that he needed her. Estella was spending the weekend in Toronto with Trevor Watkins. She was way out of town. I let Jean-Luc in, and tried my best to help him. I told myself it’s what Estella would have wanted. I sat Jean-Luc down and talked to him, after grabbing some bandages and rubbing alcohol from the medicine cabinet. I made him take off his shirt and gasped as I saw the wounds on his chiselled body. Whoever hurt him really did a number on him. Jean-Luc had a haunted look on his face and didn’t say anything as I applied the bandages on his cuts and bruises. I begged him to tell me what happened.

Jean-Luc Lafleur wiped his tears, and finally opened up to me. He told me that he’d gone to a party with Madeline Belanger in the French town of Gatineau, Quebec. Gatineau sits right on the border between the Provinces of Ontario and Quebec. It’s merely a couple of miles from downtown Ottawa. As Jean-Luc told me his story, I watched him. By the grace of Allah, he was so beautiful. He reminded me of that guy who played in the television series The Famous Jet Jackson. Only Jean-Luc was taller, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and light brown eyes. According to Jean-Luc, the party in Gatineau started nicely. Just a house party with Quebecers. Rap music was playing and he started dancing with Madeline. That’s when Madeline’s brothers Joseph and Theroux got mad, as did their girlfriend Josephine, who came from Quebec City. Quebecers aren’t known for their tolerance of interracial relationships, especially when there are Black men involved. Apparently Jean-Luc didn’t know that. Joseph and Theroux attacked him, and he defended himself as best he could. Madeline seemed torn, and when Jean-Luc punched her brother Joseph in the eye, she sided with her blood relatives against her boyfriend. They served him the beating of a lifetime. Jean-Luc barely got away with his life. Jean-Luc told me he had spent the past four hours on the road, walking from Gatineau, Quebec, to Vanier, Ontario. My eyes widened when I heard that. Quite a walk!

When Jean-Luc finished with his story, he lay on the couch. He kept shaking his head, wondering what he had done to deserve what he got. I shook my head sadly. I told him he hadn’t done anything wrong. Then I shared with him one of the most harrowing experiences I’ve had with racist White guys from Quebec. I was a partial scholarship student at the University of Montreal when this bozo named Arthur Tremblay sexually harassed me and got me thrown out of school because his family was rich and White. Jean-Luc looked at me sadly, and mumbled an apology. He sat up, and told me he was really sorry for dumping his troubles on me. He told me he wouldn’t let bigoted Quebecers push him around, that he would handle his business like a man. With that, he got up and limped toward the door. I moved in front of him. I told him I wouldn’t let him out of my sight. The worst thing he could do was go back to Gatineau. If Madeline’s family didn’t mess him up, the racist French cops would. Quebec policemen and Quebec policewomen account for an extremely large share of the police shootings in Canada. And minority men made up a disproportionate amount of victims of police shootings in Quebec. Jean-Luc sighed, and told me he wasn’t a weak man and wouldn’t back down from a fight. I sighed with exasperation. What is it with Haitian men being so damn thick-headed and eager to fight overwhelming odds?

Jean-Luc Lafleur still seemed hell-bent on getting himself killed or arrested that night, so I had to stop him for his own good. If I let him get himself killed, his sister Estella would have my nice Somali hide. I begged him to stay. He still wouldn’t relent. He tried to move past me but I stood my ground. In desperation, I threw myself bodily at him. Even though he was injured, he was still very strong. With lightning-fast reflexes he caught me in his arms. My heart thundered in my chest. My proximity to this beautiful young man was…intoxicating. Our faces were inches apart. That’s when I did something which surprised us both. I kissed Jean-Luc. And he kissed me back. When our lips parted, he looked into my eyes and I looked into his eyes. Without a word being spoken, we began caressing and undressing each other. And just like that, without any forethought or precaution, we made love.

What in hell was I thinking that night? I’ll never know. It was like an out of body experience. It was as if I was watching myself doing things and had zero control over me. Who was that wild, dark woman kissing Jean-Luc and undressing him hastily? Was it really me, tossing my bra and boxer Sincan Escort Bayan shorts ( I never wear panties) aside before straddling my stunned but thrilled lover? Did I really grab Jean-Luc’s long and thick, uncircumcised cock and squeeze his balls until he begged for mercy, saying my name over and over? Why did I smack his face as I impaled myself on his dick and rode him to kingdom come? I don’t know. I really don’t know. I don’t know what came over me. Jean-Luc and I made love, and we fucked and sucked, whatever you want to call it, all night long. When we came to, our world had changed. For you see, neither of us woke up till eleven a.m. the next day. At which time the first thing we saw was the faces of Trevor Watkins, Anthony Caldwell and Estella Lafleur staring at us. The night before, I texted Estella about her brother’s situation and she came rushing back. Along the way, she and Trevor ran into Anthony, who came along because he wanted to help. Now my boyfriend and his buddy stood beside my best friend, glaring at me as I lay next to my best friend’s very naked brother. It was like something out of a movie. I would have laughed if it weren’t happening to me.

Things got really, really bad after that. Estella cussed Jean-Luc for nearly getting himself killed by some racist bozos in Gatineau, and she also shot me a dirty look for sleeping with him. A look that promised me the fires of hell. Trevor stood by, trying not to smile. Anthony stood next to Trevor, still as a statue. I couldn’t look Anthony in the eyes. I felt horrible. I had wounded this nice, gentlemanly Englishman who treated me like a queen. Jean-Luc seemed to be handling things better than I was. He had his arm around me, and seemed defiant in the face of the madness swirling about my apartment. Anthony finally seemed to get hold of myself and swore, cussing Jean-Luc and urging him to get his hand off me. Jean-Luc stood up and soon he was eyeball to eyeball with Anthony, calling him an English pig. They would have come to blows if Trevor hadn’t stepped between them. Estella was shouting loud enough to wake the dead, saying that anyone who disrespected her house by fighting in it would spend the day in jail. That seemed to calm everybody down. Estella ordered Trevor and Anthony out of the apartment. Trevor had to drag Anthony away from Jean-Luc, whom he clearly wanted to fight. Before leaving, Anthony looked me straight in the eye and called me a slut. He said he was sorry he ever met me. I lowered my eyes in shame as Anthony vented his anger and betrayal verbally, but Jean-Luc shot after him like a missile. Estella shut the door and stood eyeball to eyeball with her younger brother. She wasn’t letting him go after Anthony. Jean-Luc locked eyes with his sister for a minute, then he shook his head and sat down.

Once again, Jean-Luc and I sat down side by side, staring at Estella like guilty brats caught by an irate parent. Estella was clearly mad at us both, but Jean-Luc was defending me. He took my hand in his and kissed it, then told his sister that he would be dead if it weren’t for me. My hand jumped as if struck by an electrical current as Jean-Luc kissed it. The handsome Haitian stud looked into my eyes and thanked me for saving him from the nightmare he had allowed his existence to become. Then, in front of his sister, he kissed me. And I kissed him back. Estella groaned, then wondered aloud what she was going to do with me. She smiled at Jean-Luc and I, then shook her head. Jean-Luc and I looked at each other. We both smiled. Yep, that’s how it all began. I was a twenty-one-year-old Somalian-Canadian woman who had fallen in love with a nineteen-year-old Haitian guy. The younger brother of the woman I considered my best friend. Thanks to our falling suddenly for each other, I lost my English boyfriend Anthony Caldwell and Estella lost her American boyfriend Trevor Watkins. And you thought your life was complicated.

Anyhow, that was March of 2009. It’s been three years. I graduated from La Cite Collegiale, and I’m now in the MBA program at the University of Ottawa. My credits from La Cite Collegiale and the University of Montreal transferred over nicely. Jean-Luc Lafleur and I got married, and he’s studying Criminology at Carleton University. My Jean-Luc recently received his Permanent Resident status and he’s thinking of following his big sister in law enforcement once he obtains his Canadian citizenship. I encourage my sweet man in all his dreams. My best friend/sister-in-law/nemesis Estella Lafleur is now a Constable with the Ottawa Police Service. She’s dating a handsome Somali businessman named Yusuf Hussein. He’s a graduate of the MBA program of the University of Calgary in the Province of Alberta and works as an Account Manager for the TD Canada Trust Bank in downtown Ottawa. Anthony Caldwell returned to his hometown of North London, England, one semester after the night ( and morning after) which forever changed our lives. Trevor Watkins is still at Carleton University. I guess he likes Canada after all. Word on the grapevine is that he’s dating a French-Canadian gal from Gatineau. He’s sworn off Black women after Estella dumped him for siding with the Englishman during the Jean-Luc/Safia/Caldwell debacle. I sure hope the poor African-American knows what he’s in for. Those French women are dangerous, man. All is well that ends well for me, I guess. Ladies and dudes, you may think you know who you are, what you want or where you want to go but you never know where you’ll end up or who you could end up with. Try to be open-minded and do what feels natural. I did, and it worked great for me.

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Author’s Notes:

‘A Shepherd Afield’ is a continuation of ‘A Shepherd in France’ which continued the story of ‘The Shepherd of Ashburn Court’. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the backstory so please read the other stories first.

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

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Chapter 36

Ben yawned and stretched as he left the immigration office in LAX with Gretchen. It had taken four and a half long hours to deal with the bureaucracy and he’d filled out countless forms with her assistance. It would have taken longer but the staff recognized him and for the cost of a few… dozen selfies with the excited office workers he was ‘expedited’. He wondered how long he would have still been in there otherwise. He was dismayed to learn that after all of that effort they’d only earned a six month window. He would see if Hannah could do some magic at her end.

The flight from Sydney to Los Angeles had been uneventful as the presence of Gretchen kept the flight attendants at bay. Their detour through immigration had caused them to miss their connecting flight.

Ben got tickets on the next flight home for them and they dozed in the chairs by the gate. The flight finally boarded and they promptly fell asleep in their seats and only woke when they landed. It was the wee hours of the morning when they grabbed a taxi for home. Gretchen fell asleep against his shoulder.

He felt a familiar happy ache in his heart as they pulled onto Ashburn Court. The taxi pulled into his driveway and he gently nudged Gretchen awake. She glanced out the window then flashed a quick smile at him.

Ben paid the driver and they got their bags. He got them inside the front door as quietly as he could but a light went on in the living room and a very sleepy looking Lucy walked around the corner and froze when she came face to face with Gretchen. They blinked at each other.

“Lucy, Gretchen. Gretchen, Lucy. Formal introduction will wait until a sane hour, probably when you get back from school. Now, give me a kiss and off to bed with you,” Ben said firmly and Lucy quickly moved to him to press her soft body against his and raised her lips to his. He kissed her sensual mouth and she moaned a little when he pulled back.

“To bed and no funny business. I’m exhausted,” he said sternly. With a quick smile at Gretchen Lucy moved quickly down the hall to the master bedroom and slipped inside.

“Does- does she sleep in your bed?” Gretchen asked meekly.

Ben looked at her and nodded after a pause. “So does Tina.”

He walked down the hall and saw Karen’s and Penny’s bedroom doors were open. A wave of sadness rushed over him. He was surprised by how strong his reaction was. He’d miss them more than he thought. Empty nest syndrome? He smiled to himself as he turned the overhead light on in Karen’s… old room. It was Gretchen’s now. He checked the bed but they’d changed the sheets so it was ready to be slept in.

“This room gets morning sun. Very pretty. I hope you like it. Get some sleep and we’ll talk in the morning.” Ben said turning to her. He saw she was looking up at him with desperation in her eyes and trembling. “What? You don’t like the room?”

She shook her head but her expression didn’t change. Her trembling seemed to be getting worse much to his dismay.

“Ben, please kiss the woman,” a voice said from the master bedroom door.

Ben glanced past Gretchen to see Tina looking back at him.

“Show her she is home,” Tina continued.

Gretchen looked away from Tina back to Ben as he stepped forward and with a final glance at Tina he brushed Gretchen’s lips with his then she was crushing her body against his. He was surprised by her need but he kissed her deeply and controlled the kiss until he felt her relax in his grip. He pulled back from the kiss and she struggled to catch her breath as she stared at his mouth.

“Get some sleep. Relax, Gretchen. Like Tina said, you’re home. We’ll all talk in the morning.”

She nodded and smiled wobbly at him.

He smiled back and went into the master and closed the door. Tina was already back in bed. He could see her eyes glistening in the room’s faint light. Ben undressed and dropped his clothes in the bin in the bathroom, brushed his teeth, then carefully climbed into bed. He kissed Tina tenderly and felt her tremble against him. His kiss suddenly became deep and the passion swept over them both before he got control over himself. He ended the kiss, dazed by its intensity. Tina sighed and tucked herself against his side. His love for her threatened to overwhelm him once more. His emotions were obviously derailing with his exhaustion. He’d ask her how she knew what Gretchen needed in the morning.

He pulled Lucy against him and felt her happily press her body against him.

Content if still a little shaky Ben closed his eyes and let himself drift off. He was asleep in seconds.

Chapter 37

Ben sat Escort Ankara at the kitchen table with Christopher on his knee watching Tina and Lucy working together to make breakfast. Tina insisted on making the meal and Lucy now had time to help as she was no longer competing for bathroom time with Karen and Penny. He realized that was one of the drawbacks of his house. It could use additional bathrooms but there wasn’t room in the floorplan and he had no desire to alter it.

Tina had wanted Ben to sleep in but he needed to be with them so he got up and started his day, promising to take a nap later.

The two ladies worked in perfect harmony and the meal was quickly prepared. Lucy carried the plates to the table as Tina followed. Lucy moved Christopher to his highchair and he dug in to his scrambled eggs.

Tina stopped before Ben who gave her a tender kiss. Lucy got one as well then they sat and ate their breakfast in happy silence. As they were finishing up Ben looked to Tina to ask the question he had from the previous night.

“How did you know what Gretchen needed last night?”

Tina smiled at him. “You told me that she had been badly treated by her Dom who was completely controlling. I put myself in her place. You kissed Lucy in front of her?”

“He certainly did and it was dreamy!” Lucy said with a smile.

Tina smiled at Lucy then turned back to Ben. “She is far from anything she knew as ‘hers’. You were the only source of security she had and you were kissing another woman. She would feel very insecure and desperate to know she had a place in your life.”

Ben looked at her in wonder as Lucy got up and took the woman’s face in her hands to kiss her tenderly.

“You are amazing!” Lucy said lovingly to Tina whose cheeks showed her blush. Lucy stopped in front of Ben and got a sweet kiss from him before clearing the dishes and hustling away to get ready for school.

“It’s beautiful to see how much she loves you.” Ben said gently to her and she smiled showing her love for Lucy as well. “How went the move?”

“Much easier than expected. The home is lovely and the girls are thrilled. We celebrated last night with Chinese food. We invited over a large number of people including Jayden and Frank.”

“Their second double date was with the group? How did that go?” Ben asked in surprise.

“It went very well! Jayden is very good for Karen and Frank… he is a younger version of you!” she said with a giggle. “You cannot tell the girls that though.”

Ben looked at Tina in surprise and grinned at her with a nod. He was happy to hear the girls were happy. He did miss them.

“Rain is very happy in her new job. She wants to thank you.” Tina bounced her eyebrows and Ben snorted seeing her attempt the gesture.

Tina’s expression turned serious. “There is something that happened yesterday you need to know about. We took care of it but you should know.”

Ben listened as Tina explained about their stalker and his expression became grim. He was somewhat mollified hearing Walter was on the case. “Thank you for calling Walter. That was excellent thinking. I hope he’s successful in going after Holland.” She nodded in agreement.

“Now, tell me what happened with Margaux,” Tina said gently, holding his eyes with hers.

Ben opened his mouth but the words wouldn’t come. His throat had closed up. He shook his head. It was too soon.

“When you are ready… we will talk,” she said sadly. He nodded.

“I’ll take Christopher to the daycare,” Ben managed.

“DAYDAY!” Christopher squealed, making Ben smile.

He stood and bent down to kiss Tina tenderly. Then he scooped up the boy and flew him to the front door as the boy giggled. They got their boots and jackets on and Lucy joined them leaving the house. She gave Ben a kiss then rushed down the driveway to go over to Ashley’s. The woman was standing by her van and waved to Ben. He waved back to her and Savannah. He headed off to Daphne’s and saw Madison running for home after dropping Joshua off at the daycare. She stopped and gave Ben a hug and he hugged her in return then she was sprinting for home. Karen and Penny came running out their front door and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as they rushed by on their way to Ashley’s. He shook his head with a smile on his face at their familiar routine.

He saw Rain leaving the house and locking up and met her on the sidewalk.

“Good morning!” he said.

“Ben! You’re back! I thought we’d see you last night!” She beamed him a smile and went up on her toes to get a kiss. It was quick but sweet.

“Missed my connecting flight as I was stuck in Immigration with Gretchen.”

“Gretchen?” Rain blinked at him.

“Ah, yes. You probably didn’t hear that story. Maybe tonight,” Ben said. “You don’t catch a lift with Ashley?”

“How many people do you think can fit in that van?” she asked with a grin.

“Seven. Ashley, Madison, Savannah, Lucy, Karen and Penny are six.”

“Seven Ankara Escort fit only if you take the baby seat out which is a pain. It’s ok though because I don’t really go in the same direction. I take the bus. I like the bus. I’ve got to run or I’m going to miss it. Talk to you tonight!” Rain said and rushed away.

Ben stood on the sidewalk holding Christopher in his arms watching the woman run down the street towards the main road. He looked at the boy who smiled back at him. “I think they need a car for the house to run errands in, don’t you?”

“DayDay!” Christopher replied pointing to the house they stood in front of.

“Fine! I was going to let you pick the car but have it your way,” Ben sighed heavily and the boy giggled as they walked up the driveway.

Stepping inside they heard the laughter of the other kids and Christopher began to wriggle in Ben’s arms, eager to join them.

Lisa came out to see who’d arrived and squealed just a little when she saw him. Ben smiled at her unexpected noise and she blushed. She helped Christopher take off his coat and boots and he was off, charging into the next room.

Moments later Lori slipped out to join her sister. They stood before him smiling up at him happily.

“I missed you,” Ben said with a rough voice, realizing how much he meant it. They were trembling now so he opened his arms and they were against him, squeezing him tight in a hug. He wrapped his arms around them and kissed their foreheads before he pulled back. They stepped back as well but he could see they were craving a real kiss as much as he was. Ben looked outside and looked over their shoulders and saw the coast was clear. He dipped forward and kissed Lori then Lisa and they smiled happily at him when he pulled back again.

“I was wondering if I might impose on you once more to take someone shopping for clothes suitable for the winter. Mostly casual stuff… plus lingerie and sleep wear,” Ben said awkwardly.

“Did you bring someone home with you?” Lisa asked with a grin.

Ben smiled self-consciously and nodded.

She looked at her sister then back to Ben. “Tomorrow night?”

Lori held up the bank card he’d left them. “I should hang onto this then?”

“Yes, use that for the purchases,” Ben agreed.

“What’s her name?” Lisa asked.

“Gretchen Hahn. She was in a ten year marriage to a psychopathic Dom who died in an accident a couple of days ago. She’s sweet but a little lost at the moment. Dr. Granger has offered to see her.”

The twins looked at him with wide eyes. “I’ll need your help with her as well. She was isolated by the sadistic bastard so she needs contact with others to rebuild her socializing skills.”

They nodded and smiled up at him with love in their eyes. He felt that warmth fill him. “I love you.”

“We love you too,” they said in unison making Ben grin.

“See you later,” Ben said as he headed outside.

His cell rang as he was halfway home. “Hello?”

“Ben? It’s Don! Don Blake.”

“Oh! Hi Don, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you’ve had a chance to speak to your lawyer about that contract yet.”

Ben laughed. “Don! I just got home last night, or rather this morning. I’ll be speaking with him in a bit. We should be able to get you the paperwork in the next couple of days. Is there a rush?”

“You know I don’t sleep much. During my nocturnal busy time I got to thinking about possible uses for that little filter of yours and who might be most interested in them. Due to the nature of my business I know people in important places and I dropped a word or two in a few ears. You know, just to gauge interest. Well, I’ve generated more than a little attention. They’re beating my door down. If I don’t present something to them it could get ugly.”

“Have your marketing people spoken with Bryan and his team? Have them put together a presentation kit with the test results. Don’t release any of the filter’s technical specs in the kit. If Bryan has any questions he can call me. Once it’s ready send it to me for proofing,” Ben instructed.

“Right, right. Geezus, it feels like we’re sitting on a goldmine!” Don exclaimed.

“Or a fire ant colony,” Ben returned and Don barked out a laugh. “Listen, no more words in ears until we get the contract worked out!”

“Yeah, sorry about that! Bye.” Don said in a more serious tone and hung up.

Ben dialed Bill Freeny at Sturn Manufacturing to fill him in on the incoming order for the new filters.

“Bill Freeny.”

“Bill, it’s Ben Shepherd.”

“Ben! How are you! Haven’t heard from you for a while!”

“Keeping busy! Listen, that’s what I need to talk to you about. I have a new filter I’ve designed which I’d like your company to be the principle manufacturer for. Potentially, the orders for this device may exceed your current capacity. You may need to expand the operation,” Ben explained.

“That’s good timing then because we’ve almost completed the construction Ankara Escort Bayan on the new plant. We had to lose our private airstrip but the new plant will have three times the capacity of the original plant which is still operational as well,” Bill said happily.

“Oh? When did this happen?” Ben asked.

“Don’t you read the statements we send you or are you too busy inventing new things? Never mind I know the answer to that one. We began the new construction the week you left. The orders we are receiving for the pressure valve paid for most of the build. We borrowed for the rest against future sales. What are you going to have us build for you now?”

“It’s a filter for radioactive particles.”

Bill was silent for a bit and Ben thought the line had disconnected. He was about to speak when Bill came back on the phone. “Does it work as well as the pressure valve?”

“Better,” Ben said with a smile.

“Damn… we should have built a larger plant.”

“Let’s see what the first order will be before we jump to any grandiose conclusions.” Ben cautioned.

“Who’s marketing these things?” Bill asked.

“I originally designed the filter for Blake Uranium in Melbourne, Australia. I went there to test the prototype and it worked better than expected. At my suggestion, their CEO, Don Blake, created a company to market the filters. I selected Sturn Manufacturing to be the manufacturer if you’re interested.”

“Hell yeah, I’m interested! We’re in! Send us the contract and I’ll sign it!” Bill exclaimed.

“Great! I’ll speak with my lawyer to write up the contract and send it off to you as soon as possible.”

“As always, a pleasure to talk and do business with you Ben!” Bill said with a smile in his voice.

“Same here! Talk to you soon.” Ben hung up and walked up his driveway.

He let himself in the front door and kicked off his boots and hung up his jacket. He wondered if Gretchen was up yet.

Then he heard the giggling coming from the kitchen.

Ben peeked around the corner and saw Gretchen sitting at the end of the kitchen table with Tina sitting close by. The two ladies looked up at Ben with innocent smiles. He noticed his new guest was wrapped up in his bathrobe.

“Good morning Gretchen.”

“Good morning Ben.”

“Gretchen was not aware of what it meant to be a Sub,” Tina said with a smile.

“And you explained it for her?” Ben said carefully.

“Yes, Tina was extremely helpful. It is so good to know… I’m not perverse or sick for… having these feelings,” Gretchen said with a strained voice. She beamed a grateful smile at the petite woman.

Tina smiled at her then looked at Ben. “I explained that her husband was not behaving as a good Dom should. I told her how good a Dom you are.”

Ben felt uneasy about where this was going. He brought Gretchen home because she was in distress and Dr. Granger offered to help her out. He hadn’t intended to become her Dom but Tina seemed to be volunteering him into the role. He’d been following Tina’s lead up to this point but he needed to nip this in the bud. He’d talk with Tina about it later but for now he needed to redirect the conversation.

He looked to Gretchen. “I’ve spoken with Lisa and Lori who have agreed to take you out shopping for clothes tomorrow night.”

“Who are Lisa and Lori?” Gretchen asked timidly.

Tina reached over to touch her hand. Gretchen’s eyes flashed to her hand and up to Tina’s eyes.

“Lisa and Lori McKellan are twins and Ben’s Subs.” Tina explained. “They work in the neighborhood daycare with their mother Daphne. Ben renovated their home to add the daycare and it is amazing!”

Gretchen was looking at Ben nervously.

“What’s wrong?” he asked cautiously.

“Tina and Lucy are so young and beautiful. Are the twins also young and beautiful? I’m much older and so plain!” Her panic was resurfacing.

“What are you talking about? You’re only 31 and you’re gorgeous! Who told you that you looked pl-” Ben stopped abruptly when he realized what Rainor had done. “Was it Rainor?” he growled.

She nodded to him with wide desperate eyes.

“The bastard lied. He belittled and insulted you to make himself feel important and to keep you from realizing your true worth. You’re an intelligent and beautiful woman. Never doubt that!” Ben exclaimed then shook his head in disbelief. “Plain?!? That’s ridiculous!”

Tina grinned at Ben’s fierce reaction. Gretchen watched him in shock. She couldn’t recall anyone ever saying these words to her. She looked to Tina and the woman was smiling gleefully to her and nodding.

Her look of adoration made Ben uneasy so he needed to leave. “I need to speak with Walter about the contracts for my latest dealings. I’ll be in the living room.”

Ben grabbed his laptop from its case and settled himself in his favorite chair. He flipped the machine open and pulled up the folder with the drafts of the new contracts. Then he dialed Walter.

“Hello?”

“Hi Walter, it’s Ben.”

“Ben! You’re home?”

“Yes, I got back in the wee hours of the morning,” he said.

“I received a call from Tina regarding some underhanded behavior of Mr. Holland,” Walter began.

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Every year, my friends and I gather for a very unique winter fest. It is an evening of play, during which we are all able to explore our deepest fantasies with abandon. You may choose from switching partners, threesomes, homosexual encounters, using various objects/foods to enhance pleasure (candy canes of various sizes and flavors are a must at these parties), and my favorite of all, role playing. Invitations are sent out and there is an allowance for extra guests, so long as they are comfortable with the events of the evening and they adhere to the rules. Those in attendance must wear a costume that screams “I am Christmas, I am love.” Well, maybe I wouldn’t go that far, but in past years there have been an array of women decorated as Christmas trees, ornaments especially attached close to erogenous zones, and men dressed as Santa Claus, looking for a good “Ho, ho, ho.” This year, though, it was my turn to organize the bash. I decided it would be fun to spice things up a bit and ask the guests to dress as characters from their favorite Christmas movies, whether it be Shirley Temple in “A Little Princess” or that dastardly Grinch.

I often enter the holiday season with some bitterness due to my status of being single. I date, but no one has yet seduced me under the proverbial mistletoe. While I am a full-fledged woman, it didn’t take me long to realize I’d be happiest dressed as Ebenezer Scrooge; if I was mean to people, they would just think I was living up to my chosen persona for the evening. Of course I didn’t plan on making myself totally unappealing, but I did plan on wearing pants with holes in them, a large sweater, and even a nightcap. To compensate for this, I would spruce myself up by making sure to wear a pale pink bra that would boost up my 36D breasts. My underwear would consist of a pair of bikini-cut pants with scratch and sniff candy canes. Oh what fun this would be.

The day of the party I adorned my tree with ornaments I had decorated myself depicting various pleasurable positions, yet another new twist to add excitement to the evening. My friends would be asked to choose an ornament, re-enact what was pictured, and then place it back on the tree for someone else to take. I had placed cushions and blankets all over the floor. Red and green gauze was hung from the ceiling to delineate individual areas, though I had no doubt in my mind that by the end of the evening the fabric would be entangled among the mass of spent bodies. I prepared luscious eggnog, sure to help people loosen their inhibitions. I had fashioned chocolate lollipops to look like Santas with erections and Mrs. Clauses with panties peeking through. A rum-soaked trifle was molded to look like a set of ample Escort Ankara breasts. After everything was set up, I went upstairs to dress for the party.

At 9:00, my first guests arrived. Soon after, there was a deluge of people. I was right in thinking there would be many dressed as the Grinch, but there were also snowmen, and snowwomen, reindeer, characters from classics such as “A Miracle on 34th Street” and “A Christmas Story,” even characters from newer “classics” like “Home Alone.” The last guest to arrive was someone dressed as Tiny Tim. I chuckled at his awkward attempt at a hobble. I also hoped I’d have the pleasure of meeting him later on, for a strong sense of manliness was emanating from this character. After many compliments about the room’s décor and the tasty treats I had provided, it was time to get down to business, or shall I say, play. I explained the rules. If toys had been brought, they could not be shared among couples, but only used by the owner. All of us enjoyed a good deal of fun, but we were also as careful as possible. While everyone was allowed to play with everyone else, so long as it was consensual, the activities would be governed mainly by the ornaments I had designed. My guests thought this was an innovative idea, and they were excited to experience positions they had never tried before.

Throughout the night, I took in as much as I could. All of my senses were aroused, especially those of smell and touch. Everyone wanted to be touched in every way and everywhere. I kept my eyes on Tiny Tim for much of the night. I was impressed by his agility, not to mention the size of his cock. It was 8.5 inches, by my estimation, and thick. I watched how he pleased other women and decided I was going to save him for last.

As the night wore on many of my friends cuddled up and went to sleep with both loved ones and new acquaintances. I saw Tiny Tim stand up and walk towards me.

He whispered, “Hello,” for at this point the majority of the guests were in a sex-inebriated slumber. I responded by grabbing his hand and walking upstairs, with plans of taking him to my bedroom. He began to question and I simply said, “Shh. I don’t want them to wake up.” He obliged and we entered my bedroom. I had purposely placed a sprig of mistletoe above my doorway, hoping that we would be alone and have an intimate moment. He noticed it first and said, “Well, Ms. Scrooge, I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He stood at 6’2″ and I stood at 5’6″, so he had to bend slightly to kiss me. All I could see were his blue eyes glistening. His lips were warm and inviting and they enveloped me like a well-wrapped present on Christmas morning, which given the season was a perfect Ankara Escort comparison. We walked towards my bed and sat down. My costume’s nightcap had been removed hours earlier. All that remained at the moment were my bra and underwear, as well as my pants. Tiny Tim had left his cane downstairs along with his hobble. His tattered pants and t-shirt covered his hard body. He asked me my name.

“Kayla,” I replied. “What’s yours?”

He laughed. “Funny you should ask. It actually is Tim, so I thought this costume would work well for me.”

I giggled in response. “Maybe the Tim part works, but from the looks of it tonight, you aren’t so tiny.”

He blushed and bent to kiss me again. He said again, “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”

So I asked, “Why didn’t you?”

Tim took a few moments to reply. “Well, I came as a guest of one of your friends. I had seen a picture of you at Emily’s. I thought you were gorgeous with your blonde hair, green eyes, curvy body. When the invitation came for tonight’s party, Emily told me a little bit about what goes on and then she told me you were hosting it this year. She knew I had a bit of an interest in you and asked if I’d like to come. The thought of being in the same room as you made my heart beat faster and I said, ‘yes.’ Once I got here, though, I knew that I didn’t want you to be just a fast fuck. I wanted it to mean something.” “Tim,” I said, “That’s so sweet. Emily never mentioned you, but I am glad you came. I’ve been looking at you all night, taking in the handsome sight that you are. I’d hoped to have some alone time with you and was upset when it didn’t happen downstairs. I’m glad everyone else is asleep, though. Maybe you and I can have some private time.”

Tim said he’d like nothing better. He kissed me again, this time for much longer, and while he did this I removed his shirt. He was truly gorgeous to look at. I ran my hands over his chest and his stomach and then over his arms. I couldn’t get enough of touching him. His skin felt like silk to me. He removed my bra, setting my breasts free. Almost as if they had a life of their own, my nipples tingled and reached towards him. He dropped his hands down to cup them. When I told him that I love having my breasts played with, especially my overly sensitive nipples, he told me his were sensitive as well. That was an instant turn on, and I moved my hands to rub my fingers gently over his nipples. We both moaned in mutual gratification. He laid me back on the bed and then shimmied out of his pants. Then it was my turn to remove mine. He laughed momentarily when he saw my candy cane panties. I told him to come closer to them. He thought it was an invitation Ankara Escort Bayan to take them off, but I said, “No, scratch them first and then see what happens.” When he realized there was a minty smell, he smiled.

He asked, “Does everything else smell like that too? Taste like it?”

Luckily for me, I had a candy cane sitting on my nightstand and said, “Well, I think we can make that happen.”

He slid my panties off and gazed at my body as I opened the candy cane and began to lick it. “Want a taste,” I slyly asked. He simply nodded and I began to rub the mint candy over my hard nipples.

He bent down to lick them and smiled. “Yummy,” he said after a taste.

I asked him if he had any ideas of what to do with the candy. He took it from my hand, licked it, and proceeded to make a trail of stickiness from my chest down to the top of my pussy. He traced the line with his tongue and I writhed with pleasure. When he reached the much sought after pot of honey, he decided to be coy and inserted the candy cane inside. I jumped slightly at the odd feeling and then he pulled it out and licked it. He then abandoned the candy cane and worked his way between my legs to enjoy the fruits of his labor. He licked my clit, which still had a slight mint flavor to it. He spread my legs wider, as if he couldn’t get enough of me into his mouth. My first orgasm rumbled through my entire body and I shook with pleasure. He couldn’t wait to give me another and rose up to enter me slowly. I was right! His cock filled me perfectly, it wasn’t too big, nor was it too small. Since he had done all of the work so far, I flipped him over and straddled him, lowering myself onto him. I rode him with the simple intent of making him feel as wonderful as he had made me feel. I bent over so he could suck on my nipples while I milked his cock with my pussy. We came at the same time and then I lifted myself off of him and lay next to him.

It was the first time that evening that what happened felt like more than just a good fuck. I wanted him to be the one I did this with every night, not just at a Christmas party. Tim read my mind.

“Kayla, how would you feel about making this more serious, and then at next year’s party we can show up together, and go home together. Then you won’t have to be cranky Ebenezer Scrooge. I’ll secretly call you Ebenezer Splooge.”

I laughed out loud. “That works for me, but just know that you’ll forever be not-so-Tiny Tim to me.” He grinned and said, “I don’t think I’ll have to worry about being tiny around you. Ever.”

I asked Tim what people would say in the morning. He jokingly said, “Don’t worry. We’ll just tell them we spent the night writing a new version of ‘A Christmas Carol.'”

With that, we crawled under the covers and Tim draped his arms across my waist. I drifted into a blissful sleep that can only be brought on by a very special Christmas gift. I think Santa is winking at me right about now.

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“Hey! Bartender! Another gin and vodka martini over here, heavy on the gin. And the vodka for that matter…”

Brittain scanned the area behind the counter, trying to find the bartender, who had apparently decided to pull a disappearing act. “Sweet. Awesome. Phenomenal,” she muttered under her breath, beginning to dig through the glass dish of assorted holiday candy sitting on the bar. “Because my Valentine’s day wasn’t already fucking spectacular enough.” The rifling through sweets in search of anything with peanut butter became more aggressive the longer she was without a drink. “BARTENDER! Think I can get that drink already? You realize that you are, in fact, a BAR TENDER, correct? It is your job to tend the bar. I am at the bar, tend to me!” She vented, still burrowing through the dish. She was giving this skinny, Kate Moss, coke-head looking bar slut one more chance before crawling behind the counter and mixing another herself…

“Sweetheart, you are lucky you’re cute and it’s Valentine’s Day…” Not anticipating a low, smooth, decidedly masculine voice in place of the bar slut’s, Brittain snapped her head up immediately. And then immediately started coughing and pounding her chest, sucking in jagged little wisps of air out of unparalleled surprise when she laid eyes on the previous bartenders replacement for the night. He hurried over to where she sat, reaching out across the counter to touch her, to make sure she was okay. Instantly she drew back, before he could even offer a glass of water, putting an end to the cough fit. Her surprise had been trumped by her anger, her bitterness, her irrational need for one god damn peanut butter cup.

“Well, sweetheart, let’s get a couple things clear here. Number one, I have a name and it is sure as fuck not sweetheart. Two, what kind of a bar do you run in which the strung out staff can disappear as they please?” she countered deliberately. The volume and vehemence in her voice not only startled both of them, but another man and woman sitting just a bit down the bar. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at him as she waited for his response, bracing herself for something equally vile to come out of his mouth. That ridiculously sexy mouth of his…

“Come on now, Sam’s not that bad. Don’t you think maybe you’re being a touch too hard on someone you don’t even know?” There was a kindness and sympathy in his voice that made Brittain feel ashamed of her child-like outburst. For a moment she wanted to be an adult and answer ‘Yes, you’re right’, because she knew he was and normally she would admit that, but tonight the realization that he was right and she was not hit her with extreme force and any chance of her being civil flew out the window.

“No!” she practically yelled. Again, more looks from the pair down the bar, particularly the woman. Good. If my Valentines day is going to suck, yours can do. I hope you choke on your olive. Whore. On the one hand, Brittain was relieved to see wasn’t the only person flying solo, as the couple had clearly just met tonight. On the other, and the other hand was winning out by a long shot, she was pissed off that they had the nerve to find one another and leave her the only miserable person in sight. Misery does love company. The bartender laughed aloud, shaking his head and revealing a grin that inevitably made women turn to red jello around him. Hot, wet, red jello to be more accurate.

“You’re a girl, it’s your job to hate other women, so I’m not going to hold this against you. Plus, I think deep down you know you’re being crazy and you just can’t bring yourself to admit it. I admire a stubborn streak once in a while. Next drink’s on me,” he smiled, taking in the stunning blonde seated before him. He got to work making her another drink and as he did he watched her silently as she somewhat obsessively went back to her peanut butter quest. He wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes of her if he had tried, anyway. On any given day, Brittain looked good. Better than good, and certainly better than most. Tonight, though… Well, there are some nights when everything just comes together for a person. With her hair pulled partially up, bangs managing to fall both innocently and seductively across her right eye, a little black baby doll style dress (he had sisters, he knew such terminology) accentuating her amazing collarbone- one of her best features- and those incredible blue eyes, Brit was having one of those nights. Even angry, she was radiant. She was the very definition of passion and the bartender definitely took notice of this. His own passion was stirred by merely being in her vicinity. He wondered why she had decided to come here on Valentines Day, why she was all dressed up and sitting alone at a bar knocking back martini after martini. Why was she so irate? Something had to have happened to make her so angry, this wasn’t her. Of that he was sure. He could laugh it off to her, but the hatred in her voice stung a bit. Stung a lot. It had been years since anyone got to him like that.

Straightening his holiday red tie and giving his shaggy dark hair a sly brush with his hand, he headed back over to her Travesti with a fresh drink and a handful of Reese’s from his own personal stash, kept just behind the bar. She quickly snatched the drink up and raised it to her lips. She was stopped mid-sip by the sight of four peanut butter cups in all their red tin foil glory on the counter before her, calling her name. With giant eyes showing the first sign of warmth all night, she looked up to the bartender in amazement. She was about to mutter a thank you, or something along those lines, when the man at the other end of the counter raised a hand for service. The bartender’s eye caught hers and he gave her an almost apologetic looking smile and a wink before hurrying off.

She smiled to herself as she watched him laugh with other customers in the bar. Her stomach began to twist and her arms prickled as she observed her charming bartender. It was true that she found him very attractive physically, with that casual and boyish mess of hair and the sweetest brown eyes you could find in another, but that’s not what drew her to him. Normally she would have been turned on by his choice of attire alone- she had a particular weakness for men in dress shirts with rolled up sleeves and ties- but with him it was different. She found she had to readjust herself in her seat she was getting so antsy over the simple sight of this man. She couldn’t focus on anything other than that she just wanted to be near him, to touch him. Not necessarily even in a sexual way, she just longed to have him close by. She imagined him lifting a gentle hand to her face, grazing her cheek, her neck. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face as he cupped both sides of her neck with his hands, lifting her chin to him, lowering his lips so close to hers she could almost taste them…

A flashback of bare flesh and animalistic moans tore Brittain out of her daydream and back into reality. The churning in her stomach intensified and took on a whole new form. Cupping both hands over her mouth viciously, she tried with every bit of strength she had not to throw up all over the bar. A minute of deep, soothing breaths subdued the sick feelings, but prompted the tears once again. Desperately, she squeezed her eyes shut, but the dark only brought back more flashes of the nights events. Cupping her hands in front of her mouth, she wished she was religious and could pray these images and feelings away.

“At night the ice weasels come…” Brittain whispered to herself , remembering a situationally applicable old Groening quote.

“What was that? I didn’t catch that,” the bartender chimed in, turning his attention away from the sweet and almost feminine looking cocktail he was mixing and directing it toward Brittain. Slightly rattled by being overheard, she whisked a teardrop or two away and shook her head just a touch before responding. She would not let him see her cry. The line had to be drawn somewhere, and this was one she refused to cross.

“It was nothing, just something I remembered, a little quote. Seemed to fit my current mood.”

“And what quote would that be?” His concern with what she had to say not only took her by surprise her, but secretly gave way to a small, internal wave of fondness for the man.

“Again, it’s really nothing. ‘Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra’,” she started, still barely above a whisper. “‘Suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night the ice weasels come.'” She gave half a smile, full of sarcasm and sorrow, and finished off the nights fourth martini. “I swear you are making the weakest martini’s humanly possible.”

“Just looking out for you, kid,” he said with a tender smile that was reflected in his tone. Any momentary hint of fondness Brittain had for the bartender was crushed with that one comment.

“I don’t need you to look out for me, got it? I am a big girl, I can take care of myself. And I sure as shit handle a big girl drink, okay? Don’t be cute with me, don’t be sweet. Don’t even be nice to me right now. Just bring me another drink,” she said, going from pissed off to pleading in just a moments time. She dropped her head into her hands and with a pained sigh managed a “please”, knowing that her repulsive day and mood gave her no right to forget her manners. If nothing else, she did have manners. Either that or all the gin and vodka in her system was finally beginning to take effect. Perfect. Let me get sloppy drunk and make a fool of myself. I will get so belligerent I won’t even remember you’re probably at home fucking my best friend right now. And maybe if I get really drunk, get downright sloshed, I will even forget it was supposed to be me…

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I just want you to be okay, okay? I didn’t mean anything beyond that,” he said, unable to keep up his light, happy demeanor. “Wait,” he began to correct himself, “that’s not what I meant. What I meant was ‘Look bitch, if you want a fucking drink stop being such a whining little prick, got it? You want a big girl drink, act like a big girl.’ Is that better? Can you work with that? I’m not so good at this whole not being izmir Travesti nice thing,” he laughed, looking for her approval. Oh, you’re better at it than you think you are.

“Yeah, that works. Way to give it the old college try there, Champ.” She allowed herself to crack a smile small and when she looked up from her still uneaten peanut butter cups, she found herself easily lost in his eyes. They held each others gaze for long enough to take Brittain back to her daydream. A warm and familiar feeling began to grow within her, making her feel awkward and self conscious. She was certain he could tell what she was thinking, could tell how desperately she wanted him to just ignore her snapping comments and protests and wrap his arms around her, pull her close, force her to lose herself in him. She wanted to ask him what was on his mind, she wanted to be inside his head. She needed to know if he felt at all the same way. Her mouth opened a bit, preparing to ask, but stopped itself. He reached out for her a second time that night, hoping like hell she didn’t pull away this time, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle it if she did. Their hands found each other with a sharp inhale on Brittain’s end and slight stiffening on his end. How was it that this woman could make him feel so much, feel so alive, from so little? He wanted nothing more in the world than to grab hold of her tightly, breath in her intoxicating scent, wrap his fingers in that golden hair, and bury himself so far within her that he lost himself and all ties to reality. The soft flesh of her tiny hands inside his was enough to make him harden a bit. Had someone not interrupted the embrace with a bellowing laugh and the calling of his name, he undoubtedly would have taken her right there, right on that very counter, without any regard for the other patrons in the bar. Unfortunately, the embrace had been interrupted and his name was being called. With a gentle brush of his thumb across the palm of her hand and a squeeze, he excused himself and became once again the charming bartender Brittain had witnessed earlier, shaking hands and exchanging the man version of a hug with a guy who had just walked into the place.

The pair talked for a while, exchanging laughs and nods and shoulder punches. Brittain couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying over the music and talking in the bar, but at one point the new guy seemed to be commenting on the looks of the place. Brittain herself had noticed how nice this place was these days, even compared to just a few years ago. Nauseating red and white holiday decorations aside, Brittain was almost in awe of what the Green Door had become. The lighting was kept low as always, coming primarily from gorgeous hanging lamps of green and blue blown glass, and all the shelves were lined with equally eye catching glass bottles, half of which most people had never even heard of before, the wine selection being particularly amazing. Judging by the Bob Dylan she heard coming from above, the bar still held itself to a high expectation as far as music went as well. My god, it’s been so long. Too long. What am I doing here?

She was deprived of an opportunity to answer her own question by a familiar voice over a microphone. She shook herself out of her own thoughts and turned her attention to the miniature stage portion of the bar. Oh no. In front of a giant screen stood her bartender and the same stranger, smiles wide and eyes full child-like laughter.

“Okay kids, here’s the thing- I know it’s Valentines day and all, and you lovely people just want to sit and enjoy your dinner and drinks, but my dear friend Kevin here has requested we pull out the old karaoke machine. The man does have a point, it is Thursday and Thursday is, after all, karaoke night. What do you say? Do all you incredible, amazing, beautiful ladies out there want to hear your men serenade you with an after dinner love song? Can I get a show of hands?” The hands of all women in attendance shot up, and who could blame them? One look at him up there in his dark washed jeans, casually wrinkled and untucked white button up shirt with the red tie and even a rational woman would sign her soul away if he asked sweetly enough- and let’s face it, most women aren’t even that rational. His laughter rang out across the establishment and he continued on. “Aww, you guys are fantastic. I knew I had a winning crowd in here tonight. Who wants to start the night off? Guy in the blue shirt?? Come on, you know you want to… No? Okay. Fine. I’ll tell you what I’ll do, I’ll start the night off and maybe then you guys won’t be quite so shy.” Turning his eyes away from the crowd and resting them intently on Brittain, he cued up his song of choice. Ohhhh really, really no. No. No. No.

“Oh yes. This song is going out to someone I think could use a little pick me up tonight. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on, but I know I’d like to find out. Maybe she’ll take pity on me for embarrassing myself so thoroughly up here tonight and let me in a little bit. Here’s hoping…” With a sad smile and a shrug, he turned to Kevin, who apparently was in charge of the music. Konya Travesti All Brittain could do was stare on, mouth ever so slightly agape, when The Cars “My Best Friends Girl” started to play.

“No… way…” she uttered in stunned disbelief, biting her lower to keep from smiling too big and giving him the upper hand.

When you bite your lip, it’s a reaction to love uh-ove uh-ove. Here she comes again…

Her hands clasped her mouth for a second time tonight, but this time it was to keep from bursting out laughing. He’s good alright, I’ll give him that… She watched him intensely as he carried on with the music, illiciting cheers from the bars more drunken inhabitants. Watching his head bob to the music and take his whole body with it, she felt an overwhelming urge to run to him and force her lips upon his. She wanted to breath him in, suck in all she could of his soul, his life, the very essence that made him so damn cute. Inside her, tender and lovely feelings fought with feelings of intense desire and a sexual urgency she hadn’t experienced in a very, very long time. Oh how she longed to claw away that shirt of his, to expose his bare chest below, run her hands over it, kiss it, feel it against her own naked flesh. She shut her eyes in an attempt to make the image even more clear in her mind. Rubbing one leg slowly and deliberately along the other, she envisioned him bending down over her to take a bare shoulder into his warm, wet mouth. She tilted her head a bit to accommodate the image of his head and began to curl her toes, tensing her thighs and squeezing tightly the treasure that lie between them. A low, deep breath escaped her lips. In her head he was…

“Falling asleep on me over there? Was I really that terrible?” A teasing voice. Brittain opened her eyes with regret and an embarrassed chuckle. Shaking her head, she explained otherwise.

“No, not exactly, just… thinking,” she laughed.

“Really? You laugh? I’m shocked…” he poked fun at her, again exposing her to that energetic grin of his. She laughed again and shook her head, reaching down to toy with the Reese’s that still sat before her. She was not good at being put on the spot, not good at being called out. “This is good. This is progress. I was hoping maybe a little song or two would help to lighten the mood. Now you wanna tell me what has you in this mood at all?” he urged gently, not wanting to press her for too much too soon. She was just starting to warm up to him again and he was not going to throw that out the window just to appease his own curiosity. It was clear her mood changed at the very mention of the nights events, though. The smile erased itself quickly from her delicate lips and that same old look of pain entered her eyes. So pained he could barely stand to look at her and not throw his arms around her. She twirled a finger around the edge of her glass and brought the drink to her lips.

“What is there to talk about, really? Just another brilliant Valentine’s Day, can’t we leave it at that?”

“Well, I guess we could, but really is that what you want?”

“Do you know what I want, Benjamin?” she questioned accusingly. “I want to have not seen my boyfriend fucking my best friend today, that’s what I what. I want to go back in time and arrive at Perry’s place after a THREE HOUR DRIVE to surprise him with a Valentines day dinner and not walk in on him screwing Kate. My Kate. My. Fucking. Best. Friend. I want the sound of it to go away. I want to be able to close my eyes and not see the two of them, okay? Does that make you happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?” she answered, the anger intensifying with each question. “FUCK!” she cried out, the burning hot tears pooling in the corners of her eyes and spilling down over her now blood red cheeks. Ben, not knowing how to respond or console in this situation, just knowing he wanted to tear out this other guys throat, attempted to place a kind hand on her arm in a gesture of support and comfort.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Brittain practically screamed at him, jerking her arm away with such force that she took her glass with it, shattering it into pieces and leaving its liquid remnants to spill about the counter. Ben stiffened and sucked in a jagged breath, completely taken aback by the recent outburst. The two had effectively commanded the attention of every last guest in the joint, a fact which he was slowly becoming more and more aware of. Feeling overwhelmed by the stares of strangers and the crumpling of this broken woman in front of him, he did the only think he could think to do. Slapping a towel down on the spilled drink, he made a brief, to-the-point announcement that he was closing the bar down early and that to make it up to them their last drink was going to be on the house. Quickly and efficiently, he and the only other person on duty checked out the remaining customers and after all had been sent home and the doors had been locked, he made his way back to Brittain at the counter. She was hunched over in her stool, still crying weakly and playing with those stupid damn peanut butter cups when he walked up behind her. She didn’t even move when he placed a hand on her back and began to rub in a gentle, ideally soothing, circular motion. That’s when he noticed he noticed the gash in her wrist and the droplets of blood forming a fitting Valentines day red pool on the counter top.

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I had worked in a warehouse setting for 7.5 years with minimal encounters between myself and my fellow associates. Sure, we’d all sleep with each other, go out for drinks and enjoy each other’s company, knowing it was only for companionship that we were sleeping together and nothing more.

Then, I switched facilities.

I was well versed with how warehouses function when I came to my new building. I had had a long sexual stint with a manager at the new facility which was new and exciting but ultimately a disaster and hazardous to my mental health. After that disappointment, I had thought to myself, “never again with someone I work with,” and it turns out I was wrong about that.

I didn’t know it would turn into more than just flirting, at first. My job required to call him everyday, multiple times a day, to verify information and resolve issues happening in the warehouse.

The phone call conversations grew less work related, and I grew more tense.

First, it was merely my teasing. I’d answer in a low “sex hotline” type voice, and he would appease me. We would talk about things like how long it’s been for him, and he would joke about dating single Travesti moms at my sons preschool.

I consistently answered the phone in the sexiest voice I could muster every time he called. Then, after months of my teasing, he began to tease back.

He would ask me to run for coffee for him. He would poke fun at my healthy meals but ask me to bring him food (to which I obliged.) He asked me to work overtime for his department, because he thought I was just so great at my job, (oh, the flattery) he wanted me on his team. He would call me with his own ‘sex hotline’ voice, and once he’d hang up I would be left by myself in my office, wet and quickly approaching throbbing.

I came in for overtime. He was pissed that I was late and barely talked to me most of the night. No flirting, all business from him. I kept my head down and finished the shift.

I turned in my work at the end and told him- “ah well, I need to run to the store, even though it’s 2am.”

He bit. “What store?”

I told him which one specifically I was going to.

“Oh really? That’s right by where I live.”

My mind raced. Thoughts started going through my mind of bumping Antalya Travesti into him and relieving the sexual tension between us by a makeout fest in the parking lot.

“Well I’m headed there now. Maybe I’ll see ya.”

Great job playing it cool. Doesn’t matter, he didn’t show.

The weekend comes and goes, and I move into the next week.

Monday, I decide to razz him about not meeting me Friday night. He chuckles playfully but brushes it off.

Tuesday, I need to be out working where he is working, and cleaning equipment. I’m wearing leggings. He tells me, “you can’t wear those to work.” I ask why. He says, “it’s distracting me.”

Now you, my dear reader, may not be turned on yet, but I most certainly was at that moment. The fact that my ass was distracting him only made my own excitement grow.

Wednesday comes and goes. More flirting, more distracting, more cleaning.

Thursday arrives as the end of my work week. I am in a low cut shirt and tight jeans. Everyone else leaves. He is doing reports, telling me on the phone that I wind him up. I am cleaning equipment in his office.

He stands to leave, but I am Bursa Travesti in the doorway.

We are about 6-8 inches apart, I can smell him- it is a gentle, warm sweet scent. He is talking to me about something but I can’t hear him, I am watching his lips form words. His lips aren’t thick and full like mine, they are thinner but I still want to feel them and taste them.

“I gotta go.” He says and it snaps me out of my daydream. His wandering eyes meet mine and flick down to my cleavage then back up to mine.

“Wait…” I trail off and wait for him to push past.

As he moves in front of me, I grab his arm and mutter “don’t go…” and then my lips are on his, his tongue tangled with mine, his hand at my neck pulling me in, kissing me deeper.

His body grinds into mine, pushing me back against the office wall, sending his tongue deeper into my mouth, and I’m sure he can feel me throbbing against him. I feel his heart beating out of his chest. He uses his teeth to pull at my lips and I am nearly in tears with wanting.

When the kiss breaks, I am nearly panting for air and my head is spinning. There is throbbing in my clit and throbbing in my chest.

My shift is ending but I want him more. The goodbye is not awkward, I can feel that we both want more from each other. For now, I head home, my head feeling like it is filled with fireworks, and dreaming of what it is I’m getting myself into.

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