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A note from this author. It would help you with this story, if you read part 1, first. As with part one, all sexually active people depicted in this story are over 18. Some quite a bit older.

As Barb and I continued seeing each other, both working out and socially, we got to be a bit more comfortable with the looks we got from the nosy Nancy’s who were probably envious of Barb, and me. I didn’t let the stares bother me. After a few weeks, and several more dates, Barb, slowly became used to the gawking. Most of the stares came from women her own age, which we both thought were quite funny.

Our sex life kept gaining momentum, with Barb becoming a bit more adventurous, under my instruction. Each time we tried something new, whether it was a true 69 position, which absolutely drove her wild, to her allowing me to softly rub her back door pucker with one finger, which shocked the hell out of me, brought us even closer. I do admit that my finger in her back door met with a stern warning about anything else going in that location.

By the way, I did some research, and found a bit of history about Buster Brown. A cartoon character from the very early 1900’s, that was used by a shoe company starting in 1904. Just adding this as a reference to her use of that name.

One night, just as Mary, her older daughter told her she and Joel were separating, Barb said to me, laying in bed, that she was not shocked. After a great blowjob, and my eating her pussy making her cum, twice, Barb said to me, in confidence, that she had thought Mary was gay. She almost never dated in high school and had more girl friends than boy friends.

It wasn’t more than two weeks that Nan, the younger daughter, announced she and Bill were splitting up. Barb told me she never liked Bill, but I never had that much to do with him.

I had to travel for work, most of the following week, and each night when I called Barb, she always sounded down. I figured it was her daughters’ break ups.

I returned home late Friday night, telling my lady that we would do breakfast, Saturday morning. Agreed, was her response.

When she knocked on my door, I could tell something was up just by looking at her. “What’s wrong?’ I asked.

“Lets sit down,” she responded. Oh, Oh, I thought to myself.

Quietly, she showed me an e-mail, that was in invitation to her 40th high school reunion, in just two weeks time. I looked at the date, remembering I had another work related meeting that lasted through the Saturday of her reunion.

“I won’t go, Jason,” she said, looking down at the floor.

“Nonsense,” I replied, “go and have a great time.” I had to repeat myself before she agreed. Since it was only about an hour away from where we lived, she thought it would be an easy drive.

We had just one or two very nights of adventurous sex the week before my next work trip, with me sensing something wasn’t right. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

Since my flight was a very early departure, I got myself to the airport, still a bit concerned. When I got to my hotel, I saw a text from Barb wishing me a great trip. That alone started to ease my mind.

Each night, calling her, I still sensed something was eating at her, so I quietly asked what was up. “Just a bit of nerves,” was her reply.

My last meeting, on that Friday morning, I called, just in time to catch her on her way out the door. She reminded me that she was going early to help the set up committee. I wished her a great time.

When I got back to my house, Mary was waiting outside my front door. She asked me if she could come inside to talk, if I wasn’t too tired. Offering her a cold drink, since I knew she did not drink alcohol, she just asked for a water.

“Are you concerned about mom at her reunion,” Mary asked. I told her I wasn’t, not fully convinced of my answer. Mary told me she had concerns due to Barb telling her an old flame, whom she had not seen since high school escort gaziantep bayan was going to be there, too.

Saturday morning, I got a call from Barb telling me how glad she was that I had convinced her to attend.

Just after finishing breakfast, my door bell rang, and much to my surprise, there was Nan at the door, dressed like she was a 4 dollar street walker. Skin tight jeans, a blouse with the top three buttons undone, without a bra, and looking like she hadn’t slept in a week.

Pushing her way inside, she looked me straight in the eye and said, loudly, “wanna fuck!” I almost couldn’t believe my ears. Taking her arm, firmly, I marched her right back to my front door, and told her as calmly as I could, “no chance in hell!”

I slammed the door, shaking my head. I have to admit that Mary had hinted to me that this could be a possibility.

This made for a very tense time, as I wondered if I should tell Barb, or wait until she came back, Sunday afternoon. Waiting won out.

The only communication all day was right about dinner time, when I got a text, “Having a great time, I love you”

I honestly could not stop smiling the rest of the night. I spent all morning, Sunday pacing like a caged lion, waiting for Barb’s return. By 4 in the afternoon, just as I started worrying, she texted me she was finally on her way home. I finally relaxed.

It was nearly 7 that evening, just as I was going down to her apartment, when I heard a soft knock at my door. Opening up, I started to throw my arms around he, when I noticed a tear in her eye.

“We need to talk, Jason,” she whispered.

Stunned, I led her into my living room, holding on to both hands. After a few minutes of deafening silence, she started telling me about her weekend.

“Jason, I had the greatest time, with my old classmates,” she told me. “They all thought the pictures I showed them of you were very nice.”

Hesitating, a minute or two, she told me a few of the more catty girls snidely said something along the lines of “he’s awfully young, isn’t he?” My very first boy friend Tom Allen, looked me straight in the eye and asked “does he make you happy?” I just smiled and shook my head, yes. I sensed a but coming, but I let her continue.

“We spent the entire day, Friday, getting reacquainted,” she continued. “The more we talked, the more comfortable we got.”

“Did you spend the night together?”

“Yes, but we didn’t have sex,” she breathed.

“Does he make YOU happy?” I asked. Barb nodded in the affirmative.

“That’s what counts,” I said, truly meaning what I said.

Standing up, she took my face in both hands, softly kissing me on my lips. “I hope we can still be friends,” she said. It was my turn to nod in the affirmative, even though my heart was aching.

As if my parents had some sort of radar, my phone rang a little while later. Mom could tell by my voice something was wrong, so I spilled my guts. With dad listening in, I told them both about our conversation. They were well aware of my relationship with Barb, and mom, being a mother, reminded me that this could happen. I know, I know, I repeated, but it doesn’t make it feel any less painful, I told them.

Just as I was starting to feel better with life, we were paid a visit by Covid-19. I started working from home, only going into my office once a week, just to sign some reports I was creating from home. I do have to admit, I was getting to ‘see’ some of my fellow workers who I only talked with, prior to the virus. One such employee was Blair Thomas, who I thought from talking with her was another older lady.

Only seeing her sitting at her home desk, usually dressed in some sort of Wazzu (Washington State University) shirt, I would kid her about my two schools, both being rivals. We spent weeks and weeks chatting after doing our actual work, about life in general. While never asking gaziantep escort cim cif bayan her age, she knew I had turned 25. She always referred to me as “the kid from contracts.”

As the conditions eased, we had a meeting scheduled one Monday, which meant we would finally meet, in person. Walking into our conference room, she was already there, sitting with another lady, I knew. I went over to her, wearing my Boise State blue and orange shirt and my Washington Husky purple and gold hat.

When she stood up to greet me, I was a little shocked to see she barely stood 5′ tall, and maybe weighed 90 pounds, ringing wet. Grinning, I said hello, from an acceptable distance, and we continued our meeting. While still looking like a teenager, she was very sharp, earning her place in management.

After we finished, she came up to me, and asked if we could talk for a while. After not having face to face communications for some time, I quickly agreed.

Getting coffee to go, we sat outside in sunshine, enjoying each others company. I found out Blair was 34 years old, single, never married, and very pleasant to talk to.

“Nice to see you in real clothes,” I joked.

“You, too,” she replied.

As we talked, I took notice of her very slight stature, and almost non existent bust line. I observed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and if the weather hadn’t cooled off, stiffening her nipples, I would have really wondered if she was female. She must have caught me starring, and quietly said, “not much to look at, Jason.” “Looks just fine to me,” I grinned.

After video chatting about work, all these weeks, and just chatting online after work, we didn’t want to leave. I suggested taking a walk, but, quietly Blair said I only live a few blocks away. Shall we go to my place, she grinned.

Since I drove, we took my car and went to her apartment, a mile away.

“This is just to talk,” she warned. I just nodded my head, taking her hand and letting her lead me inside.

Entering her nicely decorated apartment, she quickly said she wanted to get out of her work clothes, and dashed into her bedroom. I just took a seat, waiting. In a couple of minutes she came back wearing shorts and a tank top confirming the no bra, and very little need for one.

She had pulled her shoulder length, light brown hair back into to pony tail, and sat at the other end of the couch, from me.

“Word at work is your single, again, correct?”

“Yep, correct,” I responded.

“Looking?” she asked. Not really knowing how to respond, I just shrugged.

Moving closer to me, she took my face in her hands and softly kissed me on the lips. It sort of caught me off guard, but I returned her kiss, placing both my hands on her shoulders. Kissing her, a little harder, even letting my tongue open her mouth, we started moving a little closer.

“I’ve been waiting weeks for this, Jason,” she stated, running her hands through my way too long hair.

I moved my hands to each strap of her tank top, sliding them off her shoulders. When her tiny A cup breasts came into view, I leaned over, kissing one very hard, sensitive nipple. Taking in into my mouth, softly running my teeth over it, she gushed, “I’ll give you an hour or two to stop that!” Grinning, I moved to the other one. It responded, just as the first one did, only quicker.

She moved one hand to my lap, feeling my crotch, rubbing my now growing cock. Whispering to me, lets take this to my bedroom. It didn’t take a second request to get me moving. Falling onto her bed, we began removing each others clothes. I was wearing a lot more clothing than she was. Sliding her shorts down over her cute round butt, I quickly noticed that she must have forgot her panties.

With my clothes in a heap, on the floor, I kissed my way down her body. Paying particular attention to each eraser shaped nipple, eliciting moans cinsel bilgiler with each kiss. I couldn’t believe that her nipples were that big topping such small boobs. Small, but very sensitive. Kissing her soft, slim tummy, and down to her cleanly shaved pussy. Licking up and down her already wet lips, I found her prize and licked it ever so softly.

This brought several guttural moans and the enlargement of her now throbbing clit. It must have tripled in size, and was soaked with her juices. Moving around, she took my cock in her hands, and slowly slid it inside her very warm mouth. With a hand clutching my balls, her head started bobbing up and down my growing shaft. With my tongue buried in her folds, I slid one finger into her sopping wet sex. I then moved my thumb, after wetting it to the entrance of her tiny brown pucker.

As it entered, she gasped, with her mouth full of my manhood, her humming felt wonderful on me. Faster, I licked, farther in her ass my thumb went, farther down her throat my cock went. Both our bodies started shaking. Her juices soaking my face. My cock shooting stream, after hot stream of cum down her throat.

Panting, holding each other tightly.

“Fuck me, that was worth the wait!” she panted. “Damn straight,” I replied.

Moving up, lightly kissing each other. Caressing her rock hard nipples. My hands moving up and down her taut, lithe body, causing her shiver. I asked if she needed to get under the covers, but she said no. Burying my tongue in her mouth, I tasted just the slightest hint of my load she just swallowed. A first for me, but not that unpleasant.

Her hand ventured down my body, taking my semi hard shaft in her hand, slowly moving up and down. Between the feeling of her hand on my cock, and my mouth inhaling her breast, my cock responded, accordingly.

“Round two?” I questioned.

“Condom in the night stand drawer,” gave me all the answer I needed. Slipping one on, she pushed me onto my back, gave my cloaked cock one huge, wet lick, and mounted me, leaning over and gave me a very warm, very wet kiss. With my hands on each hip, up and down the road. Moving my hands from her hips to her breasts, we continued fucking for another twenty minutes, or so, before another body shaking orgasm from Blair. and me shooting a huge load into the condom.

Falling onto my chest, we both just laid there, catching our collective breath.

“Did you ever have an expectation you thought might have been unreasonable, that turned out better than you could have ever imagined?” she asked.

Smiling, “yes, and I think it just came true.”

In the ensuing weeks, as things began opening up, we started actually dating. Yes, most dates wound up in bed, either hers or mine.

One night, we were enjoying a quiet dinner, when I noticed Mary walking into the restaurant with a very cute, light skinned black lady. She saw us, and walked over and introduced us to her girl friend Crystal. After some polite conversation, Mary whispered in my ear, “mom and Tom are coming.” My reply was are they happy? Yes, very, she answered.

At that instant, I saw them coming near us, Barb with a slight look of apprehension. Standing, I moved towards her, kissing her forehead and telling her how beautiful she looked. I wasn’t lying.

Shaking Tom’s hand and introducing Blair to them both. Barb gave her the warmest hug, and told her, softly, “take good care of him, he is a gem.”

As life slowly returned to normal, the 6 of us shared a few more dinners and other outings. To be perfectly honest, with Nan disappearing from the scene, I think Barb and Tom sort of adopted Blair and me into their extended family.

More than once Barb confided in me how grateful she was, that I helped her regain her confidence in dating, again. I too, thanked both her and Tom, for without them getting together at their reunion, I might never have found Blair.

We have sort of moved in together, with me renting out my condo, and starting to banter around the ‘M’ word. Yes, we are discussing taking the plunge. In the future, but talking.

Speaking of that word, we have been invited to Barb and Tom’s wedding, and can’t wait to go.

All in all, I think we have all landed on our feet and have a lot to look forward too.

I hope you all have enjoyed my little story.

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As Bonnie opened her mouth to speak, her eyes never left my thick cock, which had not deflated despite the current situation. She asked almost in a whisper if the others were still playing their video game downstairs, to which I responded with a nervous nod of my head. With that, she shed her robe and it dropped to the floor, leaving her naked in the doorway as I stared in disbelief.

“I’ll be in my bedroom if you care to join me” she whispered.

She turned and paused so I could see her beautiful ass and then she disappeared back down the hallway. I sat for a moment thinking about what had just happened and then I thought about my buddy Joe. What if they realize how long I’ve been gone and come looking? Well needless to say my hard cock won out and I got up and made my way to Bonnie’s bedroom. I was totally naked and when I walked in, the room was dimly lit, but I could clearly see Bonnie lying on her big queen sized bed with her legs spread wide. She had a black vibrator in her hand and was running it along the lips of her fur-covered pussy. I could smell her arousal from the doorway and my dick began to hurt because it had never been this hard before. She told me to come in and close the door, and as I did so she told me Joey could never find out about this.

For gaziantep ateşli escort bayan a split second after she said that I thought about leaving and going back to join my buddies like nothing ever happened, but right then Bonnie told me her pussy hasn’t been eaten since her husband left 6 years ago. She said her vibrator is all she has to help her cum and she needs more than anything to feel my tongue inside her. I walked to her bed and sat next to her, still soaking in her gorgeous body. Her tits and stomach looked like they belonged on a 25 year old, and her legs were long and sexy. The hair on her pussy was thick and black, and I could see the moisture from her cunt in her pubes.

Bonnie watched me take in her body and then she stuck her fake cock all the way into her hole and when she removed it she held it up to my mouth. I opened it and she slid the vibrator in so I could suck her sweet pussy juices off of it. It was the hottest thing I had ever done before, but not the hottest thing I would do that night.

“That was the appetizer now get between my legs and eat my fucking pussy.”

I wasted no time, and I got on my knees at the foot of her bed. She slid her ass bakımlı escort gaziantep forward until her legs dangled off and I placed them on my shoulders. Her hairy snatch stared me in the eye and I dove right in because I knew this bitch was hot for some rough action after not getting any for so long. I probed her pussy lips with my tongue and buried my face in until my nose was in her bush. Her smooth legs gripped tightly around my head and I rotated my tongue inside of her, driving her wild. She was leaking her girly cunt cream from the time I started devouring her pussy and it started to really flow out of her after I slid two fingers in her. I worked my tongue deep inside her while I finger fucked her slimy snatch fast and hard. She had to grip her pillow and cover her face so she could scream into it, as I mercilessly attacked her neglected twat. Bonnie’s body writhed with pleasure and before she could get the words out to warn me that she was a gusher, my face got flooded with a wave of pussy juices. It felt like gallons had been building up in there and then just exploded all over me. I licked up as much as I could, and then I crawled up next to her on the bed as she came down from her orgasm.

My gaziantep bayan escort rock hard cock was sticky from precum and it was pressing into her thigh. She reached down and grabbed it, stroking it nicely for me as she recovered. I took this time to get acquainted with her oversized tits, taking them both in my hands together and squeezing them. They felt so good in my hands as I rubbed them and flicked her erect nipples and she told me to take them in her mouth. I leaned in and sucked her tit gently as I rubbed the other one, Bonnie’s hand still working my thick tool. As I bathed her tits with my saliva, I focused in on her huge nipples that stuck out so fucking far. Apparently they were very sensitive too because within seconds Bonnie was whimpering again that she was going to cum. In the meantime, my poor dick was no match for her hand job and I felt the cum from my balls begin to boil. She felt it too and jerked my dick fast and hard and as I milked her big tits once more, the two of us both erupted together. My cock spurted jet after jet of hot white cum all over her stomach and her thighs as her pussy oozed her own juices. We were left in a sticky haze of cum and her bedroom smelled like her wet cunt.

My penis shrunk a bit, but not much, and Bonnie’s hand remained around the shaft as we lay together in her bed. I watched her giant tits move up and down as her breathing forced them to heave. I ran my hand along her soaked pussy and played with her drenched bush as I felt my little buddy begin to show signs of life again.

“Ok I cant take this anymore, would you get that big young cock inside of me already and start fucking my brains out…?”

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I had just graduated high school when I met Jack. He owned the ranch I went to work on, when I decided not to go to college. The ranch job wasn’t by choice, but rather strongly suggested by my parents. They were pretty upset about my not attending UGA, especially after I received an academic scholarship, so they threatened to cut off my financial help if I didn’t at least give it a shot.

Jack owned a ranch in Montana, where he lived alone. He would hire summer help when he needed an extra hand and since he was an old friend of my fathers, I ended up getting the job. It wasn’t a working ranch but more of a very large sprawl of land that required some summer upkeep, so I thought it couldn’t be all that bad.

From the pictures I had seen, it looked beautiful with streams and meadows and pine trees everywhere. His home looked more like a lodge than anything, log cabin style but very modern with pretty much everything you could imagine, right down to the saltwater swimming pool.

As I packed my bags, I wondered about my decision. I went through all my cute little dresses and thought about the spring break I’ll miss with my girls, and all the parties. I folded all my jeans and tucked them in my suitcase, along with most of my tank tops and flannel shirts.

Looking down at my clothes, it began to sink in what I was doing. I had to remind myself that it was just for one summer and maybe fall. I could live with that. Besides, his place was pretty amazing. I was sure I’d be needing my bikini, so I tossed two of them in my bag. Just before I zipped it shut, I grabbed two of my favorite summer dresses just in case.

The drive took me two days to get there. When I was 5 miles away, I called Jack to let him know I was close. It was perfect timing since the last two miles are on unmarked dirt roads that I’m sure I would have missed. Cell phone reception was terrible but he was able to guide me the rest of the way until I saw a large steel gate with a crested arch that bore his initials, “JW.”

The driveway was a quarter mile long and bumpy, so I slowly made my way until I could see his home. From a distance, it was amazing and I began getting excited. I pulled my car up next to his truck, which was parked right in front. Jack was standing on the porch, with a glass of tea in his hand as I got out. He looked to be about 6’4 and well built in his jeans and t shirt. He smiled and waved as I walked towards him, his boots clunking deeply as he made his way down the porch steps.

He was my father’s age but didn’t look a day over 50, which surprised me. I had envisioned a burly old cowboy type, which he was, but very easy on the eyes. We shook hands as I got closer and he took my suitcase up into the house. As I followed him up the steps, I couldn’t help but admire his physique, as his outfit left little to the imagination. His jeans were snug and his t shirt clung to his back and chest like it was wet.

“Well”, he said, “I’m glad to finally have you here. I was afraid you might have changed your mind.”

When he spoke, my heart fluttered a little bit. His voice was deep and soothing, with almost a hint of Texan. I shook my head and assured him that I was here to work and wouldn’t let him down. He laughed softly, telling me that he was sure I’d fit in just fine, and we walked to my room.

Jack left me to unpack and suggested I join him out on the deck when I was finished getting straightened away. The room was huge, probably twice the size of my room at home. I had my own private bathroom with a small balcony off of it, that overlooked one of the creeks, a massive king sized bed and nice flat screen tv on the wall. I explored my new home a little and then began putting my belongings in the closet. I took my small bag to the bathroom to unpack my shampoos and such, trying to make it feel as much like home as possible.

When I was finished, I decided that a shower would be a good idea to refresh and clean the road dust off. I wanted to make it quick so that Jack wouldn’t wonder about me, so I just soaped up and rinsed off. My hair could wait till tonight. Wrapped in a towel, I went to my closet and picked out my favorite yellow summer dress. For all I knew, this might be one of the few times I get to wear it so I better not miss the chance. I’ll admit that I wanted to look good for Jack, and my summer dress was a good combination of cute and sexy. After tying my hair up with a bandana, I slipped on my sandals and went out to the deck, snooping a little bit as I walked.

Jack was sitting in a large cushioned lounge chair beside the pool as I walked out. The sun was just beginning to set and the sky looked magnificent, so I walked out to join him.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” He said. I could barely speak as I watched the sky turn from orange red to purple. I just sat there staring, and occasionally looking at him. Once the sun had set completely, Jack got up and walked over to an outdoor kitchen area, switched on the landscape lighting and the pool escort antep lights.

The entire back deck area looked like a greenhouse without a roof. There were ferns and flowers, along with some baby pines surrounding the cedar deck, with lights hidden among them and the saltwater pool right in the middle. He opened a bottle of wine and brought it over, pouring is each a glass.

“I know you’re not 21, but out here on my ranch, we live by Jacks rules.” He said as he handed me my glass.

I was relieved that he let me drink. I was a bit nervous around him and needed something to calm my nerves. We sat there for an hour or so, drinking wine and talking as the stars came out. Jack was extremely polite and friendly, not at all what I was expecting.

Jack explained what I’d be doing as far as work and after a while I began to feel like this was going to be more like a vacation. I was going to be in charge of the garden and plants around the main house, including the pool area. That was it. I couldn’t help but get the feeling that if I was a boy, I’d be put to work a bit harder than that, but I wasn’t about to complain.

Jack insisted that I’d be putting in at least 6 hours a day since the vegetable garden was pretty large and there were numerous other plants that I’d be caring for. Oh, I almost forgot, I would have Saturday’s, Sunday’s and Monday’s off and was free to use the pool anytime I wanted.

At this point I began to think I might just stay on all year, if the job stays this easy. He was paying me $400 a week but I had no way of spending it and all my needs were taken care of here. I had hit the jackpot. Jack finally said goodnight and left me alone one deck.

I was pretty exhausted from the long day so I headed to my room. The lights were dim as I slipped out of my dress and laid in on the chair. I climbed under the covers, naked as always, and laid there thinking about Jack. I kept replaying little things he said in my mind, and then mentally undressing him. I had intended on masturbating but instead fell asleep with my hand between my thighs.

The next morning around 6:00 am, Jack buzzed the intercom in my room to wake me. I climbed out of bed, which was probably the most comfortable bed I’ve ever laid on, and headed for the shower. When I finished, I threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top with my cowboy boots, pulled my hair back with a bandana and walked out. As I walked down the long hallway, I could smell coffee and cinnamon. Turning the corner into the kitchen, there was Jack with a cup of coffee for me and a plate of Danish treats.

“We do a light breakfast here, but the Danish are fantastic. My cleaning lady brings them every morning.”

“Cleaning lady?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah I guess I didn’t mention. I have a friend who lives up the road, she comes early every morning except weekends. She’s great, almost like a ninja, you’ll never see her but know she was here.”

I took a Danish and walked out to the back deck to drink my coffee. Jack came out and pointed towards the garden area. With the sun up, I could see where I’d be spending most of my time. It was pretty large but smaller than I had imagined, which was a relief.

When breakfast was over, we walked around the side of the house to where he kept his “run around” as he called it. It was basically a 4 wheel drive golf cart of sorts. We climbed in and he drove me out to the garden. I could have walked it but he wanted to explain exactly how he wanted the garden tended.

As we rode, I kept getting the feeling that he was looking down at my cleavage. We both had our sunglasses on so it was hard to tell, but a girl usually knows. My v-cut tank top was stretched tight so I guess I was showing a fair amount of boob, which hadn’t occurred to me until I noticed the attention. I’ll admit, I was loving the attention. I had never been interested in older men, until now.

There was something about Jack that made my heart race. I had dated plenty of boys through high school and had always gotten a lot of attention due to my large chest. I was used to it. Jack, on the other hand, made my heart beat faster.

After a quick tour of the garden and the tool shed, jack left me to work. The sun was hot and after several hours I was beginning to wish I had worn shorts. I decided that I’d have to make a few of my jeans into cut-offs before it gets really hot. As I stood there, arms covered in dirt, I saw Jack approaching on his run around. He pulled up and climbed out slowly, looking very serious as he stepped into the garden. I was immediately nervous.

“Wow, Sara, great job. The garden looks perfect.” Jack walked the rows and smiled, occasionally looking up at me.

“Well,” he said, “let’s call it a day. It is Friday so why not get the weekend started since you’ve amazed me already.”

As we walked to the run around, I was light as a feather. Feeling so happy that my new boss was satisfied with escort araban my work, and that I was about to have three days to relax. We rode back to the house and Jack pointed out different things along the way like the family of deer hidden between the pines and an eagle soaring above our heads. I was starting to love my new home, and Jack had an undeniable effect on me.

Jack pulled up to the house and dropped me off, saying that he was heading to town for a few supplies and that I should clean up and relax. I climbed the steps to the back deck, sat in one of the lounge chairs and pulled off my boots so as not to track dirt everywhere. Looking myself over, covered in dirt, I decided to use the outdoor shower since jack was gone. It had a privacy wall made of stones but was still open enough that anyone out there would be able to see me.

I looked out over the pool and saw the dust from Jacks truck in the distance as he drove out in the dirt road. Confident that I was alone, I began to undress and walked into the shower. I turned on the hot water and stepped under the huge shower head as it rained water down on me, rinsing away the dirt and dust.

I didn’t realize how exhilarating it would be to shower outside. I don’t know if it was the fresh air or sunshine but as I soaped up my body, I was immediately arroused. I began running my hands across my skin, from my hips to my hard sensitive nipples, as I stared through the ferns into the meadow.

I was becoming arroused to the point that I knew I was going to need relief soon. Leaning against the stone wall, I slid my finger down my stomach to my pussy, and began gently tapping my clit. My eyes were closed tightly and I began to feel an orgasm building up deep inside of me. Biting my lower lip, gently sliding a finger inside my slick folds when I was startled by a flock of doves flying over. I shut off the water quickly and wrapped a towel around me as I listened for signs of anyone. I was met with only silence.

I sat there on a lounge chair, still wrapped in my towel, staring at the pool. My heart was still racing from my little scare so I walked to the pool bar and poured a beer. The sun was beating down on my skin as I drank, and I let my towel slip lower as a soft breeze blew across the deck. I suddenly realized that it wasn’t the shower that had turned me on so much, it was the fact that I was naked outside in a strangers home.

Standing there with the beer to my lips, I let the towel fall to my feet with a whisper in my head, “oops.” I took a deep breath and finished my beer, then poured another as the sun warned my skin. I looked out over the meadow at the long dirt driveway, as I contemplated a naked swim. I was sure I would see Jacks approach and have enough time to run inside and get dressed.

Starting at the shallow end, I stepped in and slowly made my way waist high into the cold water. The chill caused my nipples to tighten up to the point where it almost hurt. I was a bit intrigued by this since I’ve never had it happen before so I ran my fingers across the left nipple and gave it a gentle tug. My knees almost buckled as I pulled on my nipple, sending little shock waves through my entire body.

I gasped softly as a smile grew across my face. Two or three more gentle tugs had the same effect, and as my other hand started trailing down between my thighs, I saw the trail of dust from Jacks truck as he returned. I must have looked like a kid who has been caught doing something wrong as I quickly made my way out of the pool, grabbed my towel and ran for my room.

I could hear Jack in the kitchen as I sat on my bed, trying to refocus and get my mind off of trying to have an orgasm. My closet was open so I sat there looking in, trying to decide what to wear.

I decided to kill a little time and make some cut off shorts out of one of my jeans, and then wear my bikini underneath so I could swim later. One of the pairs of jeans was several years old and too short, so I went to work cutting the legs off. I didn’t measure and probably should have since they ended up looking like daisy duke shorts, which would only button half way since they were not only short but tight as well.

I grabbed my black bikini and hesitated for a moment. I had never given much thought to how skimpy it was until now. It wasn’t a thong by any means, just smaller than the average bottom, with plenty of exposed cheek. Shrugging my shoulders as I tied it in place and then pulling my jean shorts over it. This took a little bit of work, and I ultimately had to roll the belt loops down and leave my side ties hanging out.

The boob exposure my bikini offered was out of my hands. At a 36d, this was just a fact of life I had gotten used to. There was no hiding them, and I had the feeling that Jack wouldn’t mind the view.

When I walked back out, I found a note on the counter from Jack saying he was at the pool so I went to find him. He was sitting in gaziantep arap escort bayan one of the lounge chairs as I walked out and said hello, and I realized I had left my dirty boots right there beside him. His face lit up a little bit as he saw me, a slight grin and nod and he said “Well, hello there darlin. Aren’t you the picture of beauty.”

I smiled as I reached down for my boots.

“Sorry, Jack, I didn’t mean to leave these laying around,” I told him.

“Not at all, young lady. Doesn’t bother me I bit. But that won’t stop me from letting you gather them up,” he said with a wider grin.

As I bent over to reach them, his eyes followed me, well, followed my breasts as I leaned down. There was no mistaking it this time, he was definitely looking. I felt a blush flow through my cheeks as I stood up and walked to the steps to set my boot down. When I turned, his eyes were still on me. I suddenly felt giddy, almost shy as I made my way back towards him and took a seat.

“Pour us a beer, would you honey?” He asked.

I had a pretty good idea what he was doing when he asked me that, so I smiled as I stood up and walked slowly, deliberately swaying my hips towards the bar. Taking two cold mugs from the freezer, and then leaning forward as I poured beer from the tap, letting it overflow just enough to drip on me while I walked back.

The cold beer dribbled down my belly as I approached and my nipples did what I expected, poking straight out through my bikini top that was stretched tight around my breasts. As I handed him his beer, I had to wait a few seconds before he realized that I was waiting. He looked up into my eyes and laughed a little laugh as he took the mug.

“Sorry, honey, I guess I was off in my own thoughts.” He said. “It’s been a while since I’ve had such a pretty young lady around here.”

Jack watched me as I set my beer down, hooked my thumbs into the loops of my shorts and began tugging them down over my hips. He sipped his beer quietly as I adjusted my bikini bottoms before picking up my beer again and sitting in the lounge chair across from him. We both our sunglasses on and as we chatted, I was sure his eyes were scanning my body as mine were scanning his. Every time I took a sip of beer, the condensation from the glass would land on my stomach and my nipples would react.

After a little while he noticed that the towel from the outside shower was gone and asked how I liked the big shower head. I laughed as I recalled the doves and told him that, at one point, I thought I heard someone walking around.

“Hmmm,” he said. “Well, I’ll go back and review the cameras just to be safe. Wouldn’t want anyone lurking around while you’re out here showering.”

My heart jumped out of my chest as he reached over for his iPad to pull up the camera system. The thought had never occurred to me that he had cameras out here, but I guess it should have. I could feel myself turning beet red as I saw the screen light up, while he typed in his password. He glanced up at me and said “Don’t worry, darlin, the cameras aren’t in the shower.”

For a moment I was relieved as he watched the footage, knowing he wouldn’t see me masturbating against the rock wall. Then I remembered the pool. Time seemed to be slowing to a crawl as he stared at the screen.

“Yep, well there goes your flock of doves, and there you are in your towel. No signs of any lurkers,” he said with a smile. Just as he was about to set the iPad down, he stopped himself and looked again. His eyes grew a little wider and I knew exactly what he was seeing. I could barely make out the screen from my angle but the pool was definitely in view. A sly little grin on his face as he sat forward in his chair.

“Yes ma’am, we did in fact have a lurker. A streaker no less,” he let out a laugh as he handed me the tablet. As I looked at the screen, you could see me from the back as I entered the pool, naked. I was relieved that he stopped watching when he did but was sure that other cameras must have gotten a better angle of my solo action.

I was still blushing as I handed back the iPad, shaking my head and trying to have a sense of humor about it. I was a bit embarrassed and Jack knew it.

“Sara,” he said, “I want you to be as comfortable around here as you like. There are very few rules so just do what makes you happy. Hell, I’ve been known to go for a midnight skinny dip when the weather holds up.”

“Ok, but I’m still just a little bit embarrassed,” I told him. “I mean, I technically just showed my ass to my new boss. Not that you hadn’t already seen most of it,” I said as I stood up and playfully smacked my bikini covered butt cheek.

Jack chuckled as he stood up and said “It is Friday, and that means I’ll be opening up the whiskey at some point, so you’ll likely get a peek at me if you stay out here long enough. But for now, let’s lighten you up a little bit. Get in that pool and I’ll bring you something.”

I waded into the pool while Jack went and poured himself a beer and made me a mixed drink. I didn’t pay attention to what he made but it was strong and sweet and full of ice, so I was happy. We ended up floating around the pool until the sun began to set. Jack turned on the grill and proceeded to make dinner for us, and asked me to set the outside table.

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My family moved to a new and more affluent part of the city. This meant our neighbors were of a better class of people then where we had been living. So naturally the women and the girls were much better looking.

So it was with the neighbors who lived right across the street from us. Betty and Ken. They were an older couple — there kids were grown and out on their own. This meant that they were empty nesters. Almost everyone else on the block had kids — young kids in grade school. I was in college just completing my junior year. Well past 18 years of age and enjoying satisfying my growing sexual appetite.

Betty was the first mature woman I came to find sexually appealing. She was in her early 50s’ and with her blonde hair and mature figure she was quite the sight. She had that typical mature woman body — nice full round breasts — nice round ass and shapely legs.

Her husband was a top executive in a Fortune 500 company and as a result they lived quite well — which meant Betty knew how to dress in style as she had the time and the money to shop at the best women’s stores. They had a summer home on a lake about a 90 minute drive away. They owned a nice inboard motorboat and we spent many a summer weekend as their guests enjoying the house, the lake and the boat.

That also meant I had lots of opportunities to see Betty in her wide assortment of bathing suits and cover-ups. For me it sure made being with my parents on weekends bearable.

But I just enjoyed Betty in my imagination and did spend considerable time in my room at night jerking off to the mental images I had of Betty in her many outfits. I knew enough it could only be fantasy for me as I knew the trouble it would cause if I ever attempted anything.

As the summer went on other older women began to catch my eye. Ruth who lived at the corner became one I came to enjoy watching. She was just a few years older than Betty but she did not do as well in keeping up her appearances but there were times she did present a very attractive image.

Then there was Judy who lived two doors down from Betty. She was younger with 3 kids under the age of 10 — but having kids only helped a certain part of her body develop quite nicely.

Pat lived two doors down from us and she also had 3 kids under age 10 — and like Judy that helped her the same way.

So I had my fill of lovely older women to stir my fertile imagination. My first week home from college I was set to start work at a great paying summer job — the only problem was the shift I was working was from midnight to eight in the morning. Naturally it was killing my social life on the weeknights. My mom had decided since I was off at school to get a job to occupy her time — escort bayan adıyaman so she went to work at a Doctor’s office. Meaning when I was home during the day I was all alone.

Betty came knocking at our door on that first Wednesday just shortly after I got home from work. I was still struggling with my body adapting to this switch in days versus nights so I was a little wired when I would come home from work.

Betty said she was having a problem with her kitchen drain and with all the men on the block at work might I be able to come over and see if I could fix her problem. She had on a simple housecoat but she had failed to button the last few buttons at the top so a very ample amount of mature breast cleavage was plainly visible.

I had spent enough time growing up helping my dad with projects around the house and drain issues were not something I had never watched my dad deal with so I felt comfortable I might be able to help her out — but her comment about all the men at work had me wondering if she might be somewhat subtle with that comment and if it implied something.

So we walked over to her house and once in the kitchen I could see her sink had a fair amount of water in it. It took me a few minutes to figure out her problem — a dish rag had found its way into the drain and the only way to get it out was to get under the sink and take apart the pipes to get at the rag. She said her husband had all sorts of tools in the basement and I could go down and find whatever I needed.

I found a few nice wrenches, a bucket and some rags to help mop up any water that might leak out. As I got back under the sink and started to work on loosening pipes Betty was leaning down watching me and asking questions. The first time I looked breasts just swinging away. Naturally I wanted to gawk and stare but had to make the assumption she had no idea she was giving me a free peep show.

I was under the sink for maybe twenty minutes freeing the rag and getting the pipes connected again. As I tried to slide out from under the sink and stand back up Betty was standing in such a way that if I kept my head close to the floor I could look up her housecoat and see a fair amount of leg almost up to her inner thighs. When I looked up at her face she had this smile like she knew exactly what she was doing and was enjoying the little show she was putting on and the effect it was having on me.

I didn’t make a move — just laid there and made sure she knew I was looking up her housecoat. For at least a full thirty seconds I let my eyes wander up and down her legs. What I didn’t expect was for her to make her move –which was to spread her legs apart ever so escort baya nakkent slightly and move just a little bit closer to me.

I had seen my fair share of pussies in porn magazines as well as the few girlfriends I had dated that I had been intimate with. But seeing her standing there and not making any move to stop my looking had me wondering if the drain issue was just a ploy to get me in her home alone?

When she said she was glad I could solve this one plumbing issue she had and hoped that in the future whenever she had a similar problem I could be so available that I realized she might be coming on to me.

Now I was flustered. This woman had been one of my main sources of masturbation enjoyment. Here I am in her kitchen alone and I know she is naked under her housecoat. This could be all harmless fun — maybe this is how a bored housewife gets her kicks by teasing and flirting with other men? I wasn’t worldly enough to know if this was flirting or just her being friendly and not realizing that I could see what I saw?

When I got back on my feet I wanted to check and make sure that the pipes wouldn’t leak so as I went to reach for the faucet Betty came and stood right next to me and put her hand on the small of my back and was moving her hand in small circles. She and I had never ever been this close. I mean her breasts were pushing into my left arm and I could feel her body heat. Her hand was doing this slow caress of my back and she was leaning in so close I could smell the coffee she had drank earlier on her breath.

She was complimenting me on helping get her drain cleaned out and that it was going to be so nice to have me just across the street during the day this summer as one never knows when my services might be needed. Then she kissed my cheek. Not a quick peck but a very nice lingering kiss.

I know they talk about that Flight or Fight feeling people get in stressful situations — well I was in full flight mode — wanting to get out of there as quick as I could. I was not confident she was coming on to me or just being a very nice lovely woman appreciative of my saving the day.

So I stepped back and did a quick check under the sink — no leaking. Gathered up the tools, bucket and rags and headed down to the basement to put everything back. Came up the stairs and she was nowhere in sight. I called out to her that I was going to leave she said she would be out in a minute.

She came back out into the kitchen and had money in her hand she said she wanted to tip me for helping her save having to call a very expensive plumber and I told her it wasn’t necessary she reached out and grabbed my right hand and pushed the money escort gaziantep anal yapan bayan into it and then pulled my hand in both of hers into the cleavage of her breasts.

She was insisting I take it as she is moving my hand in between her cleavage. What I could feel had me thinking back to all those times I had masturbated thinking of seeing her in her swimsuits and wondering what they must feel like. Well now I knew for sure.

She stepped right up to me and our faces were inches apart. I am looking into her soft blue eyes. My cock is straining to get free. I am seconds away from leaning in and kissing her throwing caution to the wind.

She thanks me again and says that she is looking forward to my being right across the street. She says she know that I am going to have a wonderful summer. Then she steps back and moves to opening her back door for me to leave. As I walk out I think I felt her hand brush gently against my ass but it could have been my imagination.

Once I got back home I wasted no time breaking out the lotion and making one of the biggest loads of cum I had ever made from jerking off. In all my fantasies of the older women I knew with Betty being on top of my list I had never imagined that I would ever get that close to doing anything close to my desires.

I never mentioned to my folks that I had gone over to Betty’s and fixed her drain problem. One reason was I had so little time to see them each evening as I would wake up around ten in the evening had a meal and head to work — they were usually in bed or going to bed.

I dreaded if the topic ever came up would my parents accept my excuse for not mentioning it since I did not think it was such a big deal. I also wondered if Betty would ever say anything to my folks. By the weekend I was asked by my mom why I had not mentioned helping out Betty. I said I did not think it was such a big deal. Well then my mom says Betty was so impressed by my handiwork that she talked her husband into letting me do some repair work on their summer home.

And since my work schedule was Sunday thru Thursday that meant I could leave as soon as I got home on Friday morning and have almost three full days doing work. Now I assume that meant I either drove up myself or went up with Betty and her husband.

My mom said I needed to talk to Ken and he would help me know what he needed done and make arrangements for when I go up to their place. So that afternoon I met with Ken and he had a list of repairs he needed. Said all the tools and materials were at the house. He asked if I was able to go up next weekend — leaving on Friday morning. He was unable to go up did I have a problem riding up with his wife? He was concerned that the sooner these repairs got made it would make for a better summer of enjoying their summer home.

As for the repairs he was asking I felt comfortable being able to handle them. Being alone with his wife for that amount of time — well my mind was on overdrive trying to figure out if this was another ploy by her to get me alone.

It made for quite a long week.

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Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you’re looking for wall to wall sex this isn’t for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

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I continued through the bedroom and entered the bathroom to take a shower. As I lingered in the warmth of the hot soapy water, I thought about the day. It had been the most calm and relaxing day that I had had in a long time, maybe ever. After the shower I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist.

When I came back into the bedroom, Aunt Betty was sitting on the bed, propped up by several large pillows, a sheet pulled up to her neck. She motioned to me to come over to her. I came over and stood next beside her. Silently, she sat up straighter, letting the sheet fall to her waist. I was stunned by the beauty of her large, hanging breasts. She placed her right hand on my right knee, slowly moving it up the inside of my thigh, lifting the towel as it moved.

Her left hand loosened the knot on towel letting it fall to the floor. I reached over to turn off her reading lamp, but she stopped me. She toyed with my penis, pinching my little foreskin before releasing it. I started to reach over to turn off the bedside lamp, but she stopped me.

“Not tonight,” she said, spreading her body out on the bed and completely removing the sheet covering her.

“Remember, take your time,” she instructed.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was too good to be true.

My eyes became glued to her mound, now clean shaven and staring at me. I placed my hands on her calves as she drew up her knees and started spreading her legs. Slowly working my hands up to her thighs, I try to hold back my desire to reach her cameltoe. She spread her knees out even wider, inviting me to her most private spot

I felt the silky smooth skin on her puffy lips, letting the tip of my finger run up the tight groove where they met up to the keyhole at her mound. Now both of my hands were exploring my new found treasure.

I saw her hands move down across her stomach and also felt them when they pushed my hands away. With fingers on each lip she spread them widely, revealing her inner parts. It looked just as it had felt last night. Her inner lips were tiny, different from the illustration I had seen in my sex education book.

She was slippery wet to my touch. Her inner lips were hardening and she trembled a little when I brushed her clit.

I lay down next to her now, pressing my hairy chest against her breasts and watching her reaction as I played with her pussy.

She reached down, taking my penis in her hand. She spread my precum around my glans.

I kissed and sucked on her breasts and nipples.

She arched her back up, pushing my hand away from her mound, “Fuck me! Liam! Please, do it now!” she begged.

I rolled over on her and slipped inside her. She was wet, hot and slippery. Soon, very soon, we were both shivering in ecstasy.

She dug her finger nails into my bottom. I squeezed her breasts.

Exhausted, I lie there for a few minutes before rolling off her.

I don’t even remember turning off the light. The next thing I knew is the alarm clock going off, signaling the start of a new work week.

This was an important week for the project. We had to complete the slab for the second major building. This meant building forms, installing the reinforcing steel, and pouring the concrete. I was looking forward to learning many new things even though my efforts would be limited to “grunt” work.

The day went quickly even though I worked an extra two hours and the crew made good progress.

“You certainly had a long day,” my aunt said as I entered the house.

“Yes, it was a good day. If we keep it up and the weather cooperates, we’ll get the slab done this week.”

During dinner she asked, “Do you think you can make the gym tomorrow?”

“Yes, it should be a shorter day,” I replied.

I packed up a small bag with some shorts, tennis shoes, a T-shirt, towel and a clean change of clothes to take to the gym tomorrow.

Later than evening my aunt continued my education.

Work progressed well the next day and I was able to leave on time for the gym. She picked me up at the jobsite and we were there by 3:30 P.M.

The gym was recently constructed and well equipped, especially for being located in such a small town.

At the front desk, I signed in for my quest pass and met some of the staff, of course, Aunt Betty knew everyone.

We walked past the front desk, down a foyer which led to the locker rooms.

“Let’s meet at the front desk at about five o’clock. I’m going to the exercise class,” she said.

Pushing open the men’s door, I entered the locker room; it like the rest of the club was very nicely done with new metal lockers, tile floors and bright white painted block walls. The room was about twenty feet square with lockers gaziantep escort bayan numaraları on three sides. The side opposite the door opened to the wet room, having a sauna, steam bath, hot tub, showers and bathrooms.

After a quick tour of the wet area, I selected a locker and changed into my gym clothes.

The weight room was Spartan, but had all the essentials: dumbbells, regular and curl bars, flat and incline benches. Two middle age men were lifting dumbbells and using the curl bar. I went straight to the flat bench, no need to warm up with light weights; after all, technically, I’d been working out all day.

I did the standard routine for football training; twelve rep groups until you couldn’t do anymore. Starting at 110 pounds, I worked at 20 pound increments up to 170. At 170, I stopped at 6. I could have done a few more, but since this was my first weight lifting session in a month, I didn’t want to injure myself and jeopardize my job. It was a good stopping point.

Feeling good after my first weightlifting in a month, I went to the locker room. It was busier now, guys coming and going. Most of the guys were in their thirties and forties, while a few were my age or a little older and a few older gentlemen also.

Sitting down on the bench and facing my locker, I took off my clothes and wrapped the towel around my waist. As I walked toward the wet area, I noticed that I was one of the few who wearing a towel, everyone else, were completely naked, and carrying their towels at their sides.

Getting to the steam room I realized that I had to leave my towel outside. I hung it on one of the hooks and opened the steam room door. A hot steamy fog billowed out. Walking inside, the wet heat hit my skin, immediately starting to sooth my muscles.

The steam room had a two tier bench on either side with the steam generator on the floor on the back wall. The steam was thick but I could make out two men sitting on the top bench on the left side. One had his back propped up against the back wall with his legs sprawled out, facing me. The other fellow was laying out flat on his back with his knees pulled up.

I took a seat on the right side on the top bench the center of the room.

They were quite friendly as we exchanged greetings.

Slowly, the steam condensed, increasing visibility in the room. The fellow who was lying down, sat up and he too propped himself up against the back wall.

As we introduced ourselves and started into a conversation, I couldn’t help but think about how much larger their penis’ were than mine even though they were much smaller men. I made certain that I sat so as to keep my small, hypospadias penis hidden from their view.

I thought, “I wish I could feel comfortable sitting or walking around nude in the presence of others. As intimate as we have become, I don’t even feel confident being naked in front of my aunt.”

When the room had cleared some more, the steam generator automatically turned on turning the room into a wet, hot cloud.

I had had enough heat and figured that under the cover of fog was a good time to exit, said “See you later,” and left the room.

Closing the door, I grabbed my towel, holding it in front of me to the shower room. I went to the closest corner and facing the corner quickly soaped up, rinsed and returned to my locker.

Facing the wall I dried off and put on a clean pair of boxer shorts.

I said to myself, “I know this is silly, but I’m going to pretend that I’m nude and go over to the water fountain and get a drink.”

I had just finished drinking when a middle aged man asked me, “Do you play football for the University?”

“No, but I’ll be a freshman there this fall.”

“Well, you should play for them. They could use you,” he responded.

“Thanks, but I don’t think I would have the time.”

“I’m friends with the coach. If you change your mind, give me a call. Come over to my locker and I’ll give you a business card,” he said.

On the way over to his locker, we introduced ourselves.

“Nice meeting you,” I said as I returned to my locker after getting his card.

After dressing, I met Aunt Betty at the entrance and we drove home.

After dinner and helping her clear the table and wash the dishes, I started my evening ritual of studying building plans.

Tonight, I would read and compare the foundation and structural steel plans, trying to soak in every detail and visualize their inter-relationship.

Part of the first floor on the backside of the building was a covered patio. Two columns from the second floor were exposed on the outside wall. Looking at the foundation plan, didn’t see any footings under these just a ring-wall running under them. I didn’t understand this because it seemed to me that the load from the second floor was the same as all the others which had substantial footings under them. I’d ask Mr. O’Brien about it in the morning.

Rolling up the plans, gaziantep escort pornoları I went into the bedroom. My aunt who was reading put down her book as I entered the room.

“You must be tired,” she said.

“Yes,” I answered as the thought crossed my mind to be a bit of an exhibitionist with her tonight.

Instead of my usual quick entry to bed, I decided to take my time undressing. I took off my pants first and then my boxer shorts. Facing her, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, placing it on top of my pants on the back of the chair. I sat down on the chair, taking off my socks.

Standing up I slowly walked over to my side of the bed, standing there, asking her questions about her day.

After a few minutes, I pulled back the sheet, got into bed and stretched out, conspicuously not covering myself.

I felt a huge high come over me as I exposed my body to her. She had such a sultry look on her face as she prolonged the conversation.

My aunt didn’t raise her book the entire time.

She lustfully smiled at me, turning to me and pressing our lips together, her tongue deep in mouth, her left hand pinching and twisting my nipple and taking my penis in her left hand, tugging on it.

Before I knew it she was on top of me, straddling me. I felt her ample breasts pressing against my chest and her hot wet pussy on my stomach as she thrust her tongue in my mouth.

Abruptly, she broke the kiss, pushing her arms out straight. Now her breasts hung above my chest, slowly swinging side to side, her nipples lightly brushing my hairy chest.

I took a dangling globe in each hand, gently massaging and pinching them. My hands, still wrapped around them pressed up against her chest, feeling her ribs.

She started to slide her body down, but I stopped her by refusing to move my hands. She struggled but was powerless to move.

“Alright, Liam, you’ve proved your point. Now cut it out,” she demanded.

“O.K.,” I laughingly replied.

She started to move down again. This time I didn’t stop her, but I kept my hands clasping her breasts. I felt her warm, wet pussy slide down my body. She rose up her hips to get over my erect penis.

I tried to rub her breasts on my genitals. She stopped me by prying my hands from her globes.

Her breasts now dangled above me, teasing my penis and scrotum with their brushing action.

I felt her lips and tongue on the underside of my glans, the tip of her tongue tickling my deep slit and pee opening. Soon my whole head was in her mouth, her tongue continuing to work my slit.

After a few moments, I begged her, “Please stop. I’m going to come!”

She didn’t let up. Uncontrollably, I couldn’t hold back any longer and she wouldn’t stop. I started to come. She licked even harder. I just kept cumming.

Finally, I cried out, “I’m too sensitive. I can’t take anymore, please…”

She pulled away, laying her cheek on my thigh.

The next thing I remember was the alarm going off and being shut off in the morning.

With a sultry grin on her face, she asked, “Sleep well?” as she pinched my scrotum.

Wanting to get to the job earlier than usual so I would have time to ask Mr. O’Brien my questions on the plans before the workday started, I dressed quickly, said “Good bye” to Aunt Betty, grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out the door.

When I arrived at the jobsite, the usual group of guys was gathered in the construction trailer enjoying their coffee. After greeting everyone and getting a cup of coffee myself, I asked Mr. O’Brien if I could ask him a question about the plans.

The master set of plans was laid out on a drafting table at the far end of the trailer. I opened them to the drawings in question and explained my concerns.

After a long silence, he said, “The architect will be in his office in about a half hour. I’ll call him then. Now, let’s get to work.”

The construction hands went to work diligently at their assigned tasks. We had a lot of things to accomplish this week.

About forty five minutes later, I saw Mr. O’Brien come out of the trailer and start talking to the carpentry foreman. Then, the two of them called the crew together and instructed us to remove the rebar we at set in the two column locations and begin to construct foundations as we had on the adjacent column locations.

Mr. O’Brien took me aside and said, “You were right, Liam. Thanks.”

Now, we did have a tight schedule for the week.

At lunch time, Mr. O’Brien asked all of us on the carpentry crew to work late so that we might catch up. I called Betty to let her know that I would be late.

After working four hours of overtime and having made up for lost time, we knocked off. Mr. O’Brien saved me a mile long walk by giving me a ride home. Both of us being men of few words, it pretty much a silent trip.

“Thanks again, Liam. That was good thinking,” He said as he dropped me off.

“You’re welcome.”

Aunt Betty, sitting gaziantep escort portalı up reading in bed, greeted me, “Long day, huh?”

“Yes, but a good one.”

After taking a shower, I joined her in bed, my naked body feeling the comfort of the mattress and the freshness of the clean sheets that she had changed that day.

Over breakfast the next morning, asked me if I thought I could go to the gym with her that evening. I said that I thought I could, but I would call her if something came up.

The workday went smoothly. Late in the afternoon, the architect came by to make a final inspection before the concrete pour. Mr. O’Brien made a point of introducing me to him and credited me with finding the drawing error. He didn’t seem too pleased to meet me.

Aunt Betty picked me up at the regular quitting time. Being pretty tired from a long day and week of hard physical work I decided to do just three sets bench presses and spend the rest of the time relaxing in the steam or sauna.

The weight room was empty except for three college age guys doing sets on one of the benches. After introducing ourselves, it turned out that they were going to be seniors at the University that fall and were home for summer vacation. They were all very muscular fellows, about the same size just under six feet and 200 pounds.

I started out with my usual twelve reps with 110 pounds, but to shorten the work out I jumped up to 150 on the next set. The other fellows were doing a small number of reps at 205 pounds. I went up to 205 pounds, ripping off twelve reps with energy left over.

That was it for me. The three guys were also finished. We headed back to the locker room together.

This time I brought along a pair of swim trunks to wear in the wet area. That way I could be more comfortable.

The four of us ended up in the sauna together. They were discussing an upcoming body building contest they were entering.

“Liam, you should get into body building. You would do well,” they complemented me.

“Thanks, but I just don’t have the time to get into the kind of shape you guys are in,” I replied.

“Well, would you be interested in being on our weight lifting team? We need a fourth member,” John, the smallest of the three, asked.

“Yes, we’re allowed one member who weighs over 220 pounds on the team. We have an annual contest with an across town team. The contest will be in three weeks and our best lifter is out with a broken hand.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty out of shape, heavy lifting wise,” I replied.

“How many reps can you do with 225 pounds? The contest is to see which team can do the most reps at 225. Each member of the team does one set. The team with the highest total of all four sets wins. The last two years, they beat us by two and three reps,” continued John.

“I really don’t know. I’ve always trained to do multiple sets at twelve reps for endurance,” I said.

“The way you handled 205 tonight, I think you’ll be O.K. at 225,” he asserted, adding, “If you can do six, we’ll probably win.”

“I think I could do that.”

“Good, then you’re on the team?” he asked.

“Yes, sure I’ll do it.”

Back at our lockers, we exchanged phone numbers and planned to keep in touch.

Before I knew it the evening and night had past and I was back on the job. Truck after truck of concrete arrived and was poured into the forms. The building floor was shaping up nicely and by the end of the day completed. That evening we all left the jobsite with a sense of fulfillment.

Mr. O’Brien gave me a ride home and again thanked me for the job I had done that week.

Before I had gotten to the back door, I smelled the aroma of the beef stew that had filtered through the screen door into the cool evening air.

“How was your day?” Aunt Betty greeted me.

“It couldn’t have been better!” I cheerfully replied.

During dinner I told her that I planned on working on getting the old Ford pickup running tomorrow as I knew she could use it in maintaining her rental properties.

Later that evening, she showered first and was in bed when I finished my shower and entered the bedroom. Naked, I walked over to her side of the bed, reaching out to turn off her bed lamp.

Running her hand up my thigh to my genitals, she wrapped her hand around them, saying, “You’re getting to be quite a tease, Liam!”

I turned off the light and motioned her to move over. I slipped into bed and into her arms.

Bright and early, I was up in the morning to begin work on the truck. About mid-morning I borrowed Aunt Betty’s car to make a run to the auto parts store. At about five o’clock, she came running out to the garage after hearing a couple loud backfires and a lot of rumbling. In a few minutes, the bad gas had been burnt and the cobwebs blown out of the exhaust system.

A half hour of tinkering with the carburetor and distributer, the old engine was running as smooth as the day it left the assembly line.

By six, we were on a test drive down her street, then felling confident about the way it was running we drove downtown and back.

Later that evening, when I mentioned that tomorrow I planned to spend the day organizing the workroom, she replied, “No, Liam, let’s just relax tomorrow.”

“I feel bad about not doing enough to earn my keep,” I countered.

“I understand, but I’d like some company tomorrow,” she replied.

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Bill slid down off his chair and approached his wanton lover. Instead of impaling Teri with his cock Bill began to kiss and caress Teri’s buttocks and upper thighs. Teri shuddered with delight as Bill made oral love to her. Bill saw Teri remove her fingers and immediately covered her offering with his mouth. Teri yelped and pushed back toward Bill. Using his tongue Bill began to fuck Teri’s anus. Three fingers from one hand slid into her pussy in time with the stabbing tongue. With his other hand Bill stroked Teri’s engorged clitoris.

The swiftness of Bill’s attack made Teri loose her balance. As her breasts came into contact with the carpet Teri’s orgasm enveloped her.

Bill quickly grabbed Teri by the hips preventing her from sliding down into a prone position. Using just his right hand Bill kept Teri in the kneeling position. His dominant left hand began to masturbate his bloated cock. Bill felt his own orgasm approach while he watched Teri’s gyrations. Bill’s orgasm hit as Teri arched backward. The first shot of cum hit Teri dead center completely covering her pussy. Her body reacted to the additional stimulation and rocked forward. Bill’s next shot soaked Teri’s dilated anus. Bill lost his grip on Teri thigh and could only watch as his lover slumped to the floor in the throes of her own orgasm.

Teri felt Bill’s cum hit her squarely on the pussy and then on the anus. Her body went from one orgasm to the next pausing long enough to allow Teri to drag air into her lungs. She twisted her head sharply and gasped at the sight. Bill was rapidly stroking his rampant hard-on. Eyes wide with excitement Teri watched Bill’s third shot of cum leave the tip of his cock and fall between her splayed legs. Her body convulsed with pleasure as a fourth and fifth load left Bill’s cock and impact her tortured flesh.

Bill watched in awe as his cock sent a sixth shot of cum from its tip. This one landed on the small of Teri’s back and sprayed up to cover her back to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Feeling his strength flow out of him Bill slid to the floor along Teri’s left side.

Teri felt Bill’s presence alongside and rolled up on her left side to snuggle and enjoy the afterglow of their love making. Bill also wanted to snuggle. Rolling onto his left side he began to fit his body to Teri’s curves. Neither was fully aware of their movements until Bill’s cock passed the entrance of Teri’s engorged pussy.

Teri shouted with her mind, “Oh my God, Stop!” Her body ignored the shout and still being in control slammed back into Bill’s groin. Bill’s body acted instinctively by pushing forward completing the impalement of his cock into Teri’s overloaded pussy. “Don’t you dare move.” rushed from Teri’s lips as her pussy vacuum locked itself around the intruder.

Just at that moment Bill’s cock spoke louder than any words. Teri and Bill felt the contraction of Bill’s ball sack and the swelling of his shaft. To their utter amazement Bill and Teri counted out loud as four powerful bursts of cum slammed into Teri’s convulsing vagina.

“Oh you beautiful, wanton woman,” Bill said as his hands caressed Teri’s breasts and clitoris with feather light strokes. “I just experienced two orgasms with no stopping for a recharge, truly amazing.”

“I’m still cuming from your last broadside you wonderful man. Please stop so I can slow down and get over the summit.” Teri said as another series of tremors coursed through her.

Bill stopped his massage and held himself still in response to Teri’s request. It was several minutes later when Teri’s pussy relaxed its grip of Bill’s shaft and finally expelled it causing a flood of their combined juices to coat them both before decorating the carpet.

“Bill, I need your help in standing up.” Teri said, “My bladder is full to bursting.”

Bill rolled away from Teri thus allowing Teri to roll onto her back. He then sat up and slowly stood. Turning to Teri Bill extended his hands and grasped Teri’s outstretched arms. With a quick tug Bill had Teri upright in front of him. Teri quickly headed for the bathroom. Over her shoulder she said, “I’ll use the shower so you can use the toilet.”

Fatigue slowly settled over Bill now that he was standing. With faltering steps he reheated his coffee and upon returning to the dining area plopped down on the chair he had previously used. Almost without thinking Bill extracted a cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it. Spying a pencil and pad on the table Bill jotted down several notes to himself. Pushing the pad away Bill leaned back in the chair. He finished his coffee and cigarette allowing his mind to spin down into neutral.

Teri had relieved herself and was finishing up her shower when she noted Bill’s absence. Not duly concerned Teri used the absence to finish her toilette. Completing her task went in search of her lover and fiancé. Approaching the dining area Teri saw Bill leaning back in his chair his chin resting on his chest. By the regular rise and escort bayan fall of Bill’s chest Teri knew that nothing was wrong with the man she deeply loved. Teri chuckled when she saw Bill’s fingers gripping the handle of his coffee cup. With loving tenderness Teri placed a hand on Bill’s shoulder.

Feeling something touch his shoulder Bill was instantly alert. Every muscle in his body tensed and his eyes were wide open. He heard Teri say “Relax Master Chief. No need to go to General Quarters.” Recognizing Teri’s voice Bill slowly relaxed and turned his head towards the voice. A smile appeared on Bill’s face as Teri’s face came into focus. “You are beautiful, my love.” he said as he turned to face his fiancé.

Teri saw Bill’s hands coming toward her body. “Bill, I’m calling a time out.” she said taking two steps away from her soul mate. “My vibration levels are just now at a level that I can sleep. I need you to take a warm, relaxing shower so you can sleep as well.”

Bill recognized the wisdom of Teri’s words. He lowered his arms and said, “I will do as you requested. Falling asleep in this chair is an indicator that fatigue has taken its toll.” Slowly Bill rose and walked into the bathroom. After a complete shower he took the time to dry his hair and perform a quick shave.

Teri had entered the bedroom and taken her usual place on the bed she and Bill shared. When tears of joy and sorrow threatened to destroy her calm Teri picked up the notepad and pen from the nightstand. She was finishing up her task when Bill exited the bathroom and approached the bed. “Feeling any better?” Teri asked noting the lack of five o’clock shadow.

“Clean, tired and ready to sleep myself out.” Bill said, “I see that you made copious notes to yourself. Is that tomorrow’s list or is it a weeks worth?”

“Actually,” Teri replied, “it is several lists all strung together. If work gets to be too much I have found that a list helps to reduce the stress. Now that ability will keep the stress of owning a house down to a manageable level.”

While Teri was speaking Bill had laid down. Finding a comfortable position he pulled Teri into his side. Stroking Teri’s auburn hair he said, “I love you with all my body, mind, and soul. Our greatest asset is the ability to talk and reason things out. Lets solve the small issues together so they won’t become big issues.”

Teri snuggled into Bill’s side. Reaching out a hand she stroked the side of Bill’s face and said, “I love you and accept your offer.” Teri’s hand slid down onto Bill’s chest. Nothing more was said as they both fell into a restful sleep.

It was mid-morning when Bill felt Teri’s weight removed from his left side. Opening his eyes he saw her beautiful derriere move silently toward the bathroom. Flipping back the bedding Bill rose and walked into the kitchen. After checking the coffee maker and turning it on he proceeded to take his medication for pain and depression. As he took two cups from the upper cabinet Bill felt a warm body press against him. Hands began to stroke his manhood and chest.

Teri had silently approached Bill and waited for the right opportunity. When Bill reached for coffee cups she made her move. Giving the cock she held a squeeze Teri asked, “Didn’t you get enough last night?”

Setting the cups down Bill quickly turned around to face Teri. His aim was true. The cock previously held by Teri now slid between her slightly parted legs. One hand began to stroke the crease that ran between Teri’s buttocks. The other hand caught her auburn hair forcing Teri’s head back. Bill leaned forward. His lips and tongue began a sensuous dance down Teri’s face and neck. Bill released Teri’s hair and began to lovingly caress her back while his mouth covered Teri’s. Breaking the kiss Bill said, “Yes, I got enough last night. This is a new day. You made a request last night and before this day is over I shall honor it.” To make his point Bill flexed his groin muscles several times.

Teri felt each expansion of Bill’s cock and was surprised by the flow of nectar that covered Bill’s cock. “My God, have we become sex maniacs?”

“No, Teri, we have not!” Bill replied, “Last night was a release of anxiety and tension covering two weeks. We were also horny by reason of abstinence. Last night was also a celebration, a celebration of our engagement. Releasing Teri Bill made a hasty exit to the bathroom in order to relief his bladder. Returning to the bedroom Bill took a small package down off the closet shelf and returned to the kitchen.

Teri had prepared a quick breakfast during Bill’s brief absence. Oatmeal, English muffins, and orange juice waited for their consumption. Steam rose above two freshly poured cups of coffee. Teri shook a cigarette from the pack on the table, lit it, and offered it to Bill as he sat down next to her.

Bill accepted the cigarette and said, “Thank you Teri for the breakfast I’m about to eat. Before we eat though escort bayan please accept this small engagement gift.”

Teri accepted the small package and immediately ripped the wrappings off. Opening the small box and seeing what lay inside Teri felt tears come to her eyes. “Oh how wonderful. It matches my bra and panty set. So, I’m not the only one that enjoys Victoria’s Secret.”

“Correct! I just wish they carried more men’s apparel.” Bill answered, “When I saw this in the display window I knew that you would please you. I approached the manager and asked if it was possible to have an associate model the night gown for me. When I explained that it was an engagement gift the manager consented. Fortunately there was an associate on duty that was near to your height and figure. The young woman actually blushed when the manager explained my request.”

“You mean to tell me that this associate allowed you to watch her disrobe and then model this gown?” Teri said.

Bill continued, “Not at all. Victoria’s Secret has a special room for such viewing. Each store has such a room. It is actually two rooms with a see through mirror connecting the two. When ready the associate opens the curtain and models the apparel. It was quite obvious to the manager and I that this associate wasn’t used to modeling. The signs of arousal were very visible even with bra and panties adding a layer of insulation.”

“You really are a voyeur, aren’t you Bill.” Teri quipped. With a strange smile on her face Teri released the gown from the confines of its box. Finding the hem of the garment Teri slid it over her head. She couldn’t stop the shiver of delight and excitement as the gown cascaded down her upper body and pooled at her hips. Standing up Teri felt the silk material caress her hips and thighs. Reaching up for the spaghetti straps she gave the gown a slight tweak which settled the material across her breasts. “Does the man that I love like the result?” Teri asked as her hands caressed her breasts and then slid down across the fullness of her hips.

Bill said, “Very much!” as he flexed his groin muscles. “If you wear your matching bra and panty set the gown could pass as a summer dress.”

Teri carefully smoothed the gown over her buttocks as she resumed her seat next to Bill. “I feel very sensual right now.” she said as she watched Bill’s eyes slide their gaze up her body. A tremor of excitement coursed through her body at Teri’s nipples reacted to Bill’s stare and the silk caressing them. Teri acted on the thought that went through head. Turning in the chair she slid to the edge, raised the gown as high as it would go while spreading her legs wide open. “Would you care to taste me?”

Bill pushed his chair away as he knelt in front of Teri. He didn’t answer with words but his actions spoke volumes. His mouth covered Teri’s pussy while his tongue zeroed in on the entrance to her vagina. Bill felt Teri shudder when he extended his tongue as far into her as he could. He was rewarded with a torrent of juice which he greedily sucked up and swallowed. Continuing his oral attack Bill raised his hands and began a light, feathery massage of Teri’s breasts.

Teri screamed, “Oh God, yes! Make me cum with your mouth and tongue.”

Bill withdrew his tongue and mouth then said, “Tell me what you want Teri. Tell me!”

“Oh you bastard!,” Teri replied, “Take me to be and fuck me. Show me the animal side of you .”

Bill stood up, scooped Teri up off the chair and walked into the bedroom. He dropped on the bed. Throwing her legs apart Bill dove straight into Teri’s pussy and picked up where he had left off in the dining area. Flattening his tongue Bill went low enough to scrape across Teri’s anus and upward across her pussy. When he got to the top of her pussy Bill’s lips sucked Teri’s clitoris while two fingers slid into her vagina.

Teri had her first orgasm as she felt Bill’s fingers spear her vagina. Teri’s hands found her breasts and nipples. She savagely mauled them while yelling at Bill. “Stuff your cock into my pussy. I need to feel you inside.”

Bill released Teri’s clitoris and removed his fingers from her vagina. He quickly arranged himself between Teri’s legs. Holding his cock in one hand Bill gave what she wanted. He guided his cock until it was embedded in Teri’s pussy half way. Removing his hand Bill didn’t stop his forward movement until his pubic bone crashed into Teri’s pubic bone.

Teri shouted out, “Now fuck me until you cum and don’t stop afterward. Take me to the stars.” He legs snapped together at the ankles underneath Bill’s ass cheeks. “AAIIYYEE!” tore from Teri’s throat as Bill retreated until the head of his cock was all that remained inside Teri.

Bill lowered himself onto Teri. His hands and fingers were busy with breasts and nipples. His lips kissed every part of Teri’s face and throat. At the same time Bill pumped his cock in and out of Teri’s convulsing pussy. After bayan escort gaziantep some minutes Bill felt his balls begin to contract. “Get ready to be filled to overflowing Teri. I’m almost there.”

Teri’s body knew Bill was about to explode inside her. The tempo of her dance increased. She wanted… no needed her man to cum as he had never cum before. “When you cum don’t stop,” she wailed through clinched teeth, “fucking me!” Grabbing Bill’s head with both hands Teri forced it down to her. When his lips met hers Teri lanced her tongue into Bill’s mouth and began a duel with his tongue.

The unexpected oral assault was the final touch. Bill’s shaft ballooned inside of Teri’s pussy and his balls sucked up toward his pelvis. Cum exploded into Teri’s silken purse. Teri’s pussy vacuum locked itself around Bill’s shaft. It was milking Bill for every ounce of cum it could get. Bill continued his forceful thrusts in and out of his lovers pussy. Teri, by this time, was floating from one orgasm to the next with no valley in between.

They both felt the change in Bill. His cock became rigid and swelled again. “Oh my God! I’m going to cum again.” Bill shouted when he pulled his mouth away from Teri’s. Shouting with joy Teri yelled, “Give me another load of your beautiful cum. I want to bathe in it.”

Her words acted like a trigger. His second orgasm flooded Teri’s pussy and the backlash flowed out and left a large pool beneath her buttocks. Teri’s legs went slack and slowly slid down and off Bill. Bill slid his hands away from Teri’s breasts and slumped down onto her. Their breathing was ragged so neither of them attempted to speak.

Bill was first to recover his breath. Looking down at Teri he said, “I’m going to withdraw and leave you for a minute. I want you to pleasure yourself in order to keep the high plateau you’re on.”

“I don’t understand.” Teri replied, “I like where I am so will comply with your request.”

“Good!” Bill said as he withdrew from Teri in a single stroke. He was off the bed and headed towards the bathroom before Teri could react. Moments later Teri saw Bill return carrying a large, fluffy towel and the bottle of skin lotion they both used. Bill reached out and grabbed two pillows. He said to Teri, “I want you to raise your buttocks up so I can place these pillows and the towel under you.”

Teri’s face signaled a glimmer of what Bill was about to do. “Does this have anything to do with my request of last night?” she asked.

Bill’s response was, “Yes, now raise that beautiful derrière for me.”

Teri complied and at Bill’s signal lowered herself onto the pillows and towel. “Shouldn’t I be on my hands and knees?” she asked, “I thought that was how it was done.”

Bill smiled as he replied, “Do you limit yourself to one position when we explore each other in normal sexual intercourse?”

“Good heavens, no!” answered Teri.

“Then why limit yourself to one position for anal intercourse.” Bill shot back. “With the current position I can see and talk to you about your experience. Remember the rules my dear lady. No matter how highly aroused you are you are in control. If you say ‘Stop’ I stop and we talk about the situation. If you say ‘No’ I stop period.”

Teri paused in her massage of breasts and clitoris. “Restating the rules makes me feel more comfortable Bill.” Teri said, “Thank you.”

Bill responded by lowering his mouth to Teri’s pussy. He gently began to heighten Teri’s pleasure with his mouth and tongue.

“I know some men and women that need to take lessons from you.” Teri said when Bill’s tongue played with her clitoris. Bill didn’t answer. He was intent upon the task at hand. While busy with Teri’s pussy one finger was teasing ‘Rosebud’. Bill used their combined juices to spread lubricant all over Teri’s anus. Every few trips around the circumference ended with a slight push against her sphincter. On the third such push Bill felt ‘Rosebud’ open and his finger slid easily into Teri.

Teri shouted as she felt Bill’s finger enter ‘Rosebud’ easily, “Oh my God!”

Raising his mouth Bill responded, “Yes, progress is rapid. But don’t forget the two pleasure zones sitting atop your chest. Your active participation is highly recommended.”

Teri’s hands returned to her breasts. After a few strokes Teri decided that she wanted to touch skin not silk. Teri quickly solved the problem by working the spaghetti straps off one shoulder then the other. Soon both arms were free and Teri had the gown down to stomach level. Her breasts now free of the wet silk swelled anew as if thanking Teri for their freedom. Teri was lovingly caressing herself when she heard Bill’s voice.

“As many times as I’ve watched it being done,” Bill said, “I don’t know how women disrobe without tearing the material.”

“We women,” Teri replied, “have to keep some secrets.” Just then an orgasm flowed through Teri. Her whole body shivered with the release.

Bill had stopped his movements at the start of Teri’s orgasm. As her tremors subsided Bill slowly rotated two fingers deep inside ‘Rosebud’. “That my dear Teri,” he said, “was an anal orgasm. I’m going to pull out. When you feel me touch you again I want you to push as though you were going to defecate. Don’t push hard but slow and steady.”

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Every day, as he cycled by, Jordan would look to see if he could see her. He was a 19 year old student who lived in digs a few streets away.

He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to College, but he always made a detour, and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the ‘perfect woman.’

Sometimes, she would be in her garden, on her knees, weeding. Those days he got to see her well proportioned figure, and hear her hum at her work. She had such a lovely voice, he thought. Other times she sat on her porch, with her legs crossed at the ankles, reading, and he could see her legs. Such shapely legs. So desirable to a red-blooded male who was just discovering feminine delights.

One Saturday morning Jordan had gone down to the local store when he noticed a familiar form, leaning over the counter, busy chatting to the storekeeper. He reckoned she was in her forties, and today she wore a bright red cotton dress, with a white belt, and her brown hair was gathered up in a pony tail with a red ribbon. She was the ‘Lady’ he admired so much. He could hear the familiar voice, and longed to be closer, but stayed just out of the way, partway down an aisle, looking on. He just caught the odd snippet of their conversation.

“…Anyway, as I was saying, Len, my husband, is away for two weeks on business, and wouldn’t you know it, I have a problem with the plumbing in my kitchen. As you know, I’m fairly new to this area, and I don’t know many people, let alone whether they are capable of fixing leaks. I wondered…is there any chance you could help me out?”

“Well now, Mrs Peters, you know, normally I would gladly help you, but what with the store, and the baby just being born, you know my life is pretty full right now. But I tell you what though; there is a board over there where locals put cards to advertise. You might find something there.”

She thanked him, and then breezed past Jordan, hardly noticing him, on her way to check out the cards stuck on the board at the back of the shop.

He watched her for a few minutes as he bought his few items of shopping. Her hips swayed and her pony tail swished as she looked carefully from one side of the board to the other.

“No luck?” The shopkeeper called over, as she sighed and made her way toward the door.

“No” she replied, sadly. “Maybe I’ll just ask around the neighbours, but I don’t really know anyone that well.”

Jordan took a step toward her and put out his hand.

“Er…Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but overhear….Mrs Peters is it…?”

She half turned again.

“Yes it is. Oh, I’ve noticed you pass my way on your bike sometimes. Do you know of someone who could help me out?”

She shook his offered hand.

“Well, my name is Jordan,” he smiled, and added “I have a bit of free time this afternoon. I’d be more than happy to take a look and see if I could do anything to help.”

I’d do anything for a sexy mature woman such as you, he thought. There’s something about that sexy ass of yours that really gets me going.

“Well…” Mrs Peters started to protest in reply, turning away again, unsure of letting a young man into her home when she was alone. But the shopkeeper, who had overheard, cut in;

“Oh, you’ll be fine. I can vouch for Jordan, he’s a fine upstanding College boy, and you haven’t really got too much choice otherwise.”

Mrs Peters turned back towards Jordan and she looked him up and down quickly. A young African man, clean cut and very pleasant looking. He had a very friendly smile revealing the whitest of teeth, and a bulge down in his crotch that she found quite a turn on.

She inwardly scolded herself for letting her eyes rest there and tried to remind herself that she was married. But she couldn’t disagree with the fact that Jordan was one young fit looking man, and he was coming round to her house!

“That would be very kind of you Jordan,” she agreed;

“If you can call round at 3 o’clock, I’ll have a jug of cool lemonade ready, as it’s such a warm day.”

Jordan agreed, and they said their goodbyes and parted company.

At 2:45pm Mrs Peters looked anxiously out of her kitchen window.

There was a freshly made jug of lemonade and two glasses ready on the kitchen table. She felt a bit jittery, almost excited, at the thought of Jordan coming round. For some reason she couldn’t get the thought of his body out of her mind. She was having devilish thoughts about seeing rippling muscles and maybe touching young cock again.

At 2:55pm Jordan rode his bike down the driveway, came to a halt, got off and parked it up against a wall. He then smoothed his clothes and hair and knocked on the door at exactly 3pm.

All the way there visions of Mrs Peters had been going round his head, which caused him to wobble and almost come off his bike on a couple of occasions, as he was sometimes so preoccupied he forgot to pedal.

Mrs Peters opened the door and greeted Jordan with a smile, looking just ateşli gaziantep escort bayan as delicious as she had done in the shop. But she had changed from her red dress to a cool looking loose white shift with little blue flowers. It accentuated her form perfectly with the curves in all the right places. He found it difficult not to stare.

“Thank you for being so prompt. I’ve found you out my husband’s tool box help you.”

But she longed to see his tool and couldn’t help glancing at his crotch again.

Jordan looked around the kitchen as he sat down. It had a slate floor, tidy surfaces, and pine cupboards. There was a vase of yellow roses on the table. He also detected the smell of baking from the oven.

“This tastes beautiful,” he commented, as he sipped the lemonade she poured for him.

“Now, how can I help you?”

“I’ll show you,” she said.

And with that Mrs Peters got up off her chair and walked to the other side of the kitchen where the sink was, with Jordan watching her hips sway with every step she took. What man wouldn’t want to put his hands on those hips, he thought to himself.

As she bent over to open the cupboard under the sink revealing a bucket, the enticing shape of Mrs Peters’ perfect ass was shown to Jordan. He was aware of a stirring in his groin, and looked down, embarrassed.

“Please call me Meg,” she said. “If you’re to help me Jordan, we should at least both be on first name terms.”

“Ok then, Meg it is.”

“There’s a leak under here somewhere, and I’m not sure how to fix it, but I have to keep this bucket here to catch the drips.”

Jordan finished his drink then went and put the bucket out of the way. He made sure the taps were off, and then went over and lay down on his back, put his head under the sink, and set about trying to find the leak and fix it.

Meg stood by Jordan, to see if she could help, and watched him as he worked, and once or twice resting her eyes on his bulging crotch.

“It’s so good of you to help me out like this,” she said. “I hadn’t got a clue what to do.”

After a while Jordan said,

“Try that now Meg, run a tap and see what happens.”

She ran the water for a while, and then he called up to her,

“All seems Ok now; you shouldn’t need that bucket here anymore.”

As she held out a hand to help Jordan get up, they both noticed the sludgy mark all down what had been his fresh clean cotton shirt.

“Oh, you must let me wash that,” said Meg. “And while I do you can take a shower. You must be sweaty after lying on the floor like that. I’ll point you in the direction of the bathroom; you’ll find fresh towels in there.”

Jordan tried to protest but Meg was having none of it.

“Look, with weather like this the shirt will dry in no time.”

So he reluctantly agreed, and stripped off his shirt, and handed it to her. Meg couldn’t help but admire his amazing abs. As she told him where the bathroom was, her eyes widened as they lingered on them. She ran her tongue around her dry lips, felt her cunt tingle, and a flush rise in her cheeks. Quickly she averted her eyes.

When Jordan had exited the kitchen Meg held his shirt up against her face. As she breathed in the mixture of his cologne and the sweat from his body she murmured to herself softly.

Meg tried to pull herself together as she put the shirt to wash. Yet thoughts of a sexy naked man under running water only a few feet away kept going through her mind. She longed to see that body, and tried to think up some excuse to get in the bathroom.

A few minutes later in the midst of her mad thoughts she had a brainwave. Meg went into her bedroom and searched out a shirt of her husbands. She picked one she reckoned would fit Jordan, then went and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Are you decent?” Meg asked, as she turned the handle. “I have a shirt you can put on for now, while yours dries,” and she walked in holding the garment.

She looked up and saw Jordan standing in front of her, with droplets of water down his naked torso, just as he hurriedly tied a towel around his waist.

“Thank you for the use of your shower Mrs Peters,” Jordan said gratefully.

Somehow it seemed more proper to address her formally, considering his state of undress.

He reached over to take the shirt from her, but as he did so, much to his horror, the towel became untied, fell from around his waist, only to land in a crumpled heap at his ankles.

Mrs Peters first thought was to turn and run out of the bathroom. But then a primal force took over, she dropped the shirt and stood rooted to the spot staring at his cock. She had memories of well hung young men, but had never seen a naked black man this near. Close enough to just reach out and touch.

The sight of Jordan’s virile body made her feel hot. Her nipples hardened, and she felt the tingling in her cunt once again.

Jordan in his embarrassment quickly gathered up bakımlı gaziantep escort bayan the towel and re-tied it securely round his waist.

He began mumbling apologies, but stopped as he was getting no response.

“Meg? Mrs Peters?” He called her name out several times but started to worry when she didn’t reply.

So he gently held her by the arm and made her sit down on the side of the bath and he sat next to her. He couldn’t help but rest his eyes momentarily on the beautiful, curvature of her voluptuous breast. What a lady! He longed to have just one touch …and instinctively reached out his hand.

But she came out of her trance and he withdrew it immediately.

“I.. Ah… Oh… Er …Um… I’m sorry…” She started to say.

“That’s Ok Ma’am, honestly, I just thought you were going to faint when you didn’t reply.”

Meg apologized again, patted him on the leg quickly, and then left the bathroom saying;

“I’ll leave you to finish up here. I’ll go and put the kettle on. Come through in a few minutes, have a cup of tea and slice of my freshly baked cake.”

They sat and drank tea together in the kitchen. Jordan remarked on what a nice cake it was. But there was a slight awkwardness in the air.

Jordan was still embarrassed because of his nakedness and also because he was becoming more attracted to Meg by the minute. Meg was embarrassed because she craved the young Adonis.

For the next few days Mrs Peters tried to go on with her daily routine. She noticed Jordan cycle past on occasion, and waved to him if he glanced her way. But she found it very difficult to concentrate. Visions of his huge cock kept springing into her mind. She knew she had to find a way to grab hold of it and ride it, and soon…..

Thoughts of Jordan, his young, fit, muscular body and his huge joy-stick entered Mrs. Peters mind daily. She dreamed of having him fill her and thrill her.

On the Wednesday afternoon, she saw him go by as usual, but instead of turning to look at her she noticed him wobble on his bike and then stop. She rushed over to see if anything was the matter, only to see Jordan at the side of the road bent down, fiddling with one of the wheels and getting filthier by the minute.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” she asked.

Jordan looked up and grinned, his teeth still gleaming white through his dirt and sweat stained face.

“Oh, hello Mrs Peters, I didn’t see you there.” He said.

“Seems like the chain was about to come off so I got off to fix it. Normally I thought chains were either on or off.” He laughed.

“I bet that’s thirsty work! I have a couple of bottles of cold beer in the fridge. Just wheel it down the drive, lean it against my wall and come and have a drink,” she offered.

“But I told you before, call me Meg.”

She laughed as she jokingly scolded him.

“Ok Meg. That would be nice.”

Mrs Peters wanted to offer Jordan much more than a drink, she watched the way his hips moved as he stood, longed to grab the zip on his jeans and undo it, to reveal that black beauty once more!

Jordan followed Meg into the kitchen, and sat at the table whilst Meg retrieved two cold beers from the fridge.

Oh Meg! What a gorgeous body you have, thought Jordan, as she reached up for two glasses from a cupboard. The sun shone through the window and on to her, and made her dress seem almost transparent. Jordan couldn’t take his eyes off her.

They chatted and drank their drinks. Meg invited Jordan to stop for tea, and he gratefully accepted.

“But I should get cleaned up first,” he said.

Meg disappeared from the kitchen for a few minutes.

When she returned she said;

“I’ve run you a bath, and put fresh towels in the bathroom for you. Leave your shirt for me to wash.”

“You’re too kind Meg, thank you.”

He took off his sweaty shirt and she put it straight in to wash. Then, while Meg laid the table ready for tea, Jordan headed off to get clean.

A few minutes later Jordan was luxuriating in a large bath full of warm water and bubbles, half in a day-dream, when he heard the sound of the door handle, and the door open. He heard footsteps, then suddenly…

He felt the touch of Meg as she placed her hands on his shoulders. They stroked and massaged him, and it made him feel so relaxed he didn’t protest at all, but lay back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. But then she picked up a sponge and started to wash him.

Jordan opened his eyes, and looked up. He saw her as she leaned over him in a bathrobe, that opened just enough for him to see the full curvature of her large inviting breasts.

Oh wow! He stared for a moment or two, but couldn’t resist them. They were so close to his face! Jordan touched them with his wet hands, then lifted his head and kissed them.

But Meg wanted more. She sponged lower, very aroused. She delighted to see Jordan’s cock as it peeked out of the water, and gaziantep bayan escort leaned forward and kissed the head.

God, I want that rod she thought, as she took hold of it and gently rubbed it up and down, and felt it throb in her hand.

So Meg abandoned the sponge, shrugged off her robe, and as she held his huge dick stepped into the bath with Jordan.

She sat opposite him, and lifted her legs up on Jordan’s shoulders, still rubbing his cock. He now had a bird’s eye view of her tits, which he thought to be about 40DD, and stared at her smooth open cunt which was covered in the foam bubbles.

He took one of her feet and nibbled and sucked on the toes, one by one. With each toe Meg gasped as she received shivers coursed her body. Electrical pulses shot right through her. After one foot Jordan worked through the toes on the other foot. Meg grasped the side of the bath as her hips gyrated.

She never realized she could get such feelings in her body. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and her pussy tingled.

Jordan brought a leg up in-between hers, and played with Meg’s pussy with his big toe. He ran it up and down and made her squirm, and rubbed her clit. Her cries echoed round the bathroom.

“Oh God!” she called out. Then got to her knees in the bath and rubbed Jordan’s meaty rod up and down.

Her tits jiggled as she did, and he got to his knees, legs between hers, and bent to suck them.

“Oh Ma’am,” he said breathlessly, “You have amazing tits!”

Then he felt down lower and rubbed her puffy labia as he felt for her clit. Meg squealed as he circled it with his wet finger then gave it a little pinch. He hooked two fingers inside her slit and finger fucked her.

“You’re one hot lady Meg, and I want you!”

“Show me what you got baby. Fuck me hard!”

And with that Meg bent and pulled the plug in the bath.

Holding his meaty rod in her hand they got out of the water and Jordan pushed her down on the cool tiles and he laid on top of her. He roughly pinned her arms down on the floor.

“Oh lady, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t know what hit you…!”

She stared into his eyes and screamed. Her screams reverberating round the bathroom just as Jordan thrust into her willing cunt, rubbing her inner walls, and reached high up her. Her legs locked round his body, as time after time he shoved himself in her. It was difficult to distinguish whose moans and groans were the loudest. His body smacked against hers, and his balls hit her ass each time he hit high.

“Yes.Yes.YES!” Meg screamed each time his balls hit.

Her dam broke and her juices flowed like never before. Her head was spinning. This was what she needed!

But when Meg thought he had ended his assault on her body, Jordan withdrew. He pulled her up, and pushed her on her knees and made her lean over the side of the bath, and spread her legs. Then he lifted her hips and thrust his rod hard in her cunt.

Meg’s body slapped against the side of the bath time after time as he rammed home. His hands smacked her pale ample round cheeked ass, till they were red and smarted. She felt her juices run down her legs.

“Aaaaargghhh!!” She yelled. “Give it to me! More! More!”

So Jordan looked down to where her ass cheeks had opened in her excitement and her rosebud puckered at him. Two of his fingers entered and wriggled around as he continued to thrust.

“Oh My God!” He yelled. And Meg echoed him.

Jordan pushed and twisted his fingers further into Meg’s ass, as he thrust his cock hard into her cunt over and over. She pushed back into him as he did. Then all of a sudden he took his thick cock, covered in her juices and guided it to her wet ass.

“Yes baby yes!” Screamed Meg. “Don’t stop now!!”

She couldn’t ever remember such blatant excitement in being fucked, and she didn’t want it to end.

So Jordan took his rigid cock in his hand and guided it gently between her cheeks into her hole, moving it in slow gentle rhythm.

“Faster, baby! Harder!!”

“Aaaargghhh!” He groaned. “You want it lady, you got it!”

And with that he fucked her hard and fast. Her screams rang louder and louder as he thrust harder. Jordan grunted and groaned, low primitive sounds exiting his mouth as his arousal intensified.

Suddenly, Jordan pulled Meg hard up against him. His balls tightened, and he spewed his thick white creamy spunk high up in her ass.

“Fucking Hell!” They both yelled.

What a great ass! Thought Jordan, as he just rested a minute or two, till his cock slipped out. He leaned against Meg to catch his breath. And what a lady! Meg turned her head smiled and kissed him. Then she picked up a towel and patted them both down dry.

“You’re one hot fuck lady!”

“Oh baby, you’re what I need. Come, rest now.”

And with that Meg took hold of Jordan’s now flaccid cock and led him to her bedroom. He lay on the bed with her and they took a short nap.

After a short while Meg woke and turned to see Jordan, naked and sprawled next to her, still with his eyes closed. She thought back on what had gone on in the bathroom, and rubbed her ass cheeks and grinned. Then, on her knees she bent and gently sucked Jordan’s cock, swirling her tongue around it. She watched him wake as it sprang to life, grew hard, thick and throbbed in her mouth.

“Oh you do that good Meg.” Jordan said as he sat up and fondled her hair.

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To paraphrase the Scottish poet, Robert Burns…”The best laid plans of mice and men do oft go awry.” I think he must have had me in mind when he penned his famous words so long ago. As I sit here and recall the events that led up to my somewhat happy realization that I’m not yet over the hill and I still can turn a young man’s fantasy into reality. I guess a detailed account of the events that led up to a particular eye opening weekend is in order.

My name is Rachel Carson…formerly Mrs. Charles Carson of twenty two years of not so wedded bliss and a two year separation. It was just last month when our divorce was finalized and our marriage was officially terminated and there was no celebrating on my part, but then, Charles didn’t celebrate either. In a way, we still love one another, but events overtook us and I guess we were caught in the middle. I won’t bore the reader with the sordid details, but I’ll just say that Charles had a tough time keeping his “Johnson” in his pants. Bill Clinton and my husband could have shared notes, but at least Charles “fessed up” to his many affairs. However, six affairs in the past four years is a tad too many in my book and I was happy to be rid of the two timing bastard.

Anyway, back to the story that you came here to read about. As mentioned, my name is Rachel and I’m a forty eight year old middle aged mother of a beautiful twenty four year old daughter named Janet. She unlike me, her shy conservative mother, lives life to the fullest and never looks back. Janet just got her master’s degree in media science this past June and works for a PR firm in a nearby city. She has been living on her own for about two years since graduating from college and has a rather hectic social life…she’s always going somewhere and doing something exciting. I guess she has to attend many parties and gatherings in order to promote whom ever her company represents. As it so happened, “Mixed Media” the PR firm she works for, was handling the publicity for Shawn Collins…a well known up and coming local rock star. I had no idea that he and my daughter were seeing each other on the sly…but if I did, I would have made my opinions heard and heard quite often. Janet probably guessed that I wouldn’t take too kindly to her new flame and that’s why she held off telling me for so long.

My daughter got burned many times and I’m always amazed that she never learns from her relationship mistakes. An honor student in both high school and college, and now as a savvy public relations woman, she can be pretty dumb when it comes to the opposite sex. Her previous relationship lasted only two months…but that would be considered long term for her. So, it came as a shock to say the least, when two weeks ago, she revealed the new man in her life…to me. Since this bomb was dropped in my lap, I did my on-line research and looked up every thing I could find on Shawn Collins…mainly fan club stuff. To say this twenty six year old youngster is marriage material is a matter of open debate because he’s been engaged too many times to keep an accurate count. To be honest, I think I object more to his relationship record than his profession as a rock star.

I was sick just thinking what they were doing in the privacy of Janet’s apartment. She’s a young, attractive and vibrant woman while he’s a remorseless womanizer and my mind boggles at the thought of what my daughter could possibly see in him. I know she lost her virginity in high school and it took me a long time to deal with that, but still, I can’t help feel he is totally wrong for her.

It was about a week ago when Janet talked me into going on a “get to know you” weekend retreat at a casino resort near by. I reluctantly agreed but made one stipulation…that she and her boy friend had to sleep in separate rooms and I was adamant about this. I may be 5’6″ and 135 lbs soaking wet, but I can be a hellcat when I’m protecting my only child. Janet made all the arrangements and since we all lived miles apart, we agreed to meet at the resort since it was centrally located.

It was a beautiful late summer day when I arrived at the Whispering Pines Casino and Resort. I had to roll my eyes and wonder how much this was costing my financially well off, but naïve daughter and was she paying for his room as well? I pulled my modest sized overnight bag from my trunk and went it to register.

“I believe you have a room reserved for Mrs. Rachel Carson? My daughter might have it under her name…Janet Carson?” I asked as I tried to get a sneak peek at the monitor. The cute male desk clerk smiled and said,

“Oh yes, Mrs. Carson…here it is…three separate rooms?”

“That’s correct. Um, did my daughter check in yet?”

“No…you’re the first of your party to arrive.”

“I see. Well, I’ll wait for my daughter over there…”

“Would you like your bag taken up to your room, Mrs. Carson?” I smiled and really didn’t want to lug it around and said,

“Thank you, that’ll be wonderful.”

I tipped the bayan escort gaziantep bellboy who was standing near by a five dollar tip and thanked him as well. The lobby was large with many comfortable high back chairs and I picked one that had the best view of the front desk. I didn’t want to miss Janet when she arrived. About an hour later, no Janet and I was becoming concerned that she forgot what time we were to meet. Just then, a scruffy young man walked up to the front desk and suddenly my heart took a leap up into my throat. This couldn’t be Janet’s dream man? No freakin way? His appearance defied description. Where do I begin…with his many tattoos…his long dirty hair…his unshaven face? What was my daughter thinking? The pit of my stomach felt like a fist was slammed into it as I saw the desk clerk point towards me and the scruffy young man nodded and walked towards me.

“Oh God, oh my God…I wish I was home right now,” I said under my breath.

“Hello…you must be Mrs. Carson? I’m Shawn Collins…Janet’s boy friend?” I extended my hand and faked a smile and lied,

“Why yes…hello, Shawn. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“That right? I’ve heard a lot about you as well.” I felt like I would start screaming any second when Shawn asked,

“Did Janet get here yet? She called me and told me she was on her way.” I glanced at my watch and said,

“No…I arrived an hour ago, but she never showed up. I hope nothing happened.” Shawn smiled and reassured me,

“I’m sure she’s okay. Your daughter is a pretty capable woman.” I wasn’t sure how to interpret that. Was he talking metaphorically or telling me in a subtle way that my beautiful daughter was good in bed? I faked a nervous smile and looked at my watch…again and wondered where my daughter got to. Shawn stood there not exactly sure if he should sit down.

“Take a seat Shawn, that’s what chairs are for.” I said, trying to be the gracious hostess in lieu of my daughter’s absence. Shawn put down his travel worn leather overnight bag and sat across from me…looking a bit nervous. Shawn cracked a smile and apologized,

“You must forgive my appearance…I’m still in costume. I just came from a gig.” I perked up and asked,

“You’re in costume…but…but, all the pictures I’ve seen of you…you don’t look like this?”

“Oh no…my publicity pictures. You thought this is what I look like…damn, I must be convincing. Janet said they made me look like a rebel.” Suddenly I felt a bit more at ease with this younger man and asked,

“So, what do you look like in the…real world?” Shawn just laughed and said,

“How about a clean cut, conservative geek?” This I never expected but I still didn’t think he was good enough for my beautiful, but woefully naïve daughter. We sat for another hour, but still no Janet. I looked at my watch for the millionth time, smiled at Shawn and said,

“I’m so sorry about this…but I don’t know what’s…”

Just then my cell phone interrupted me playing the chorus from Beethoven’s 9th symphony and I answered it…,

“Hi there…where are you? Oh my God…were you hurt…you’re ok…over night for observation…well, he’s here…I’ll put him on…” I handed my cell over to Shawn,

“Hi…what happened…you ok? Yes…I came right from the concert…no…my weekend is free…why…no…you might be able to get a refund if we don’t stay…well, it’s up to you…ok…here’s your mom…” Shawn rolled his eyes and handed the cell back to me and I asked Janet,

“Darling, we don’t have to stay…right…this must be costing you a small fortune…okay, you know me…okay…see you tomorrow morning…bye, bye.” I hung up and looked at Shawn and shrugged my shoulders and said,

“Well, no sense waiting here is there?”

“No, sooooo…we’re staying?”

“Appears so. Janet will be here first thing in the morning. Well, I’m famished. I’m going to get a bite to eat and maybe have a drink or two in the lounge.” Shawn nodded and said,

“Mind if I join you? I don’t know about you, but I hate to eat alone.” I nodded and suggested,

“Why don’t you check your bag at the desk or they can take it up to your room if you like. I’ll treat you to dinner?”

Suddenly I was inviting him to sup with me, but for some reason, he didn’t seem so scary now. As a matter of fact, Shawn was actually a nice young man. Janet is two years his junior and I’m twenty two years older than him…but in some ways he seemed older and more mature than me. I was actually impressed with his knowledge of financial and political matters and just about anything else we talked about over dinner. I couldn’t help but notice the many tattoos on his arms and asked,

“Do they hurt much when you get them?”

“Hurt much?”

“Your tattoos…do they hurt when you get them?”

“No…not these…they’re fake. They wash off when I clean up.” I had to laugh and point out,

“Does Janet know cim cif gaziantep escort bayan about the real you?” Shawn had to smile and rub his face with the palm of his hand and admit,

“Actually, she couldn’t care less. Mrs. Carson…let’s cut to the chaste. I love your daughter and hope to marry her some day. Things are a little hectic for me right now…career wise, but…” I interrupted him and suggested,

“Well, it’s still early and Janet won’t be coming tonight…we might as well see a show and kill some time. I heard they have a wonderful stage revue in the theater.” Shawn smiled and said,

“If you give me twenty minutes, I’ll change and clean up a bit…then treat you to a night of music and dance.”

“You’re on. I haven’t been dancing in years. Say, won’t you be embarrassed being seen with an old lady?” Shawn smiled and said,

“I don’t see an old lady…I see a vibrant and very attractive woman. I can see where Janet gets her good looks from.” I was actually blushing and said,

“Thank you, Shawn…I needed to hear that.” Shawn left to go change while I sat at the table…thinking,

“Yikes, Rachel…what in the hell are you doing? Coming on to that young man like that. He’s twenty years younger than you…he’s a child.” I sipped my martini and smiled rather devilishly to myself and thought,

“Well, I’m not dead…yet. I’m forty-eight, but I still have all my teeth and my body is still firm and slender…even after twenty two years married to a couch potato like Charles.”

I got a waitress’s attention and ordered another martini and smiled…revealing,

“Tell the bartender…these are great martinis. These are the kind that makes me forget…who I am.”

The pretty blonde waitress smiled politely and left the martini and went back to the bar and said something to the bartender. I smiled and he gave me a two finger salute back. I was feeling no pain. In fact, I was feeling great…better than I felt in years.

“Hi, I’m back. Was I gone long?” Said Shawn as he sat down. I raised my hand and got the attention of the waitress again and said,

“A martini over here for my friend if you please, my dear.” Shawn smiled and mentioned,

“Mrs. Carson…thank you, but I don’t drink. But I’ll have a coke if you don’t mind?” I smiled when the waitress brought the martini over and I said,

“My friend would like a cock instead.”

“Excuse me?” she said while looking amused. Realizing what I said, I burst out laughing and then corrected myself,

“A Coke…my friend would like a coke…and I’ll just keep this martini.” The pretty blonde waitress smiled and rolled her big blue eyes and went to get Shawn a coke. I smiled and whispered,

“Don’t you think the waitress is pretty?” Shawn smiled and agreed and said,

“Yes, yes she is…very pretty. Mrs. Carson, this isn’t going to work. I love your daughter and she loves me. Can’t you forget who I am…just for this weekend and accept me as me?” I could accept that and asked in return,

“Rachel…call me Rachel. Mrs. Carson is so formal sounding. You make me sound like a school teacher…as it so happens I am. Anyway Shawn, you’re right. I don’t know you other than what I read about you…so for this weekend, I’ll forget who you are…if you do me a favor?”

“And what would that be Mrs. Carrr…Rachel?”

“Um, forget that I’m Janet’s mother. Treat me like a new friend instead of someone you’re trying to impress.”

Shawn smiled and agreed. I finished my martini and left a nice tip for the pretty blonde waitress and Shawn took me next door to the theater where they had a live band and dancing. I smiled when Shawn took me by the hand and led me onto the crowded dance floor and said,

“Thank God, no one here knows who I am…I hate being the center of attention.” I had to laugh and correctly point out,

“But you’re a rock star and you’ll always be the center of attention wherever you go…Shawn. That’s the price you pay for fame.”

Shawn nodded with a smile and pulled me close when the song they were playing was an oldie. I tried in vain to dislike him, but then I felt warm and tingly all the way down my back when he held me. It’s been a long time since a man held me this way and I couldn’t help but fall under the subtle charms of this young man. I smiled and looked up into his piercing blue eyes and that’s when it hit me…I was actually falling for him. Now I knew what my daughter was up against…so how could I fall for him too? I realized the four or five martinis probably had a lot to do how I was feeling. I pulled away from him just a bit…leaving a conservative amount of space between us. Shawn smiled and asked,

“Do I make you uncomfortable…Rachel?”

“Yes, to tell you the truth.”

“But why? We’re not doing anything that could be construed to be improper. We’re just dancing together…that’s all.”

That’s all? Was I making this cinsel bilgiler out to be more than it really is? Was I really uncomfortable with him or my supressed feelings? The last man that made intimate love to me was Charles and that was at least three years ago. I am happily divorced, but not happy to be alone. Shawn smiled again and said,

“You are a wonderful dancer, Rachel. I bet you could turn on any man in this room with your swaying hips.”

Shawn didn’t realize that he was turning me on. My inhibitions were slowing melting away and I found myself in the moment. I had to wonder why he was so acting so innocent…like he never did this before. Was I just another conquest…a willing Mrs. Robinson to him? Surely he must be feeling something…my body language must be sending not so subtle messages to his experienced brain. Just then, his gentle hands slid down to my tight round ass and squeezed…gently, but squeezing me none the less. I let out a soft sigh and let him caress my ass as we danced. I looked up and smiled, but didn’t say anything…for spoken words would have ruined what I was feeling just then. The music stopped and Shawn led me back to our table and we sat down. Not speaking for a moment…perhaps, he was waiting for the right moment to say something. I wasn’t going to be the first to mention what just transpired on the dance floor because I didn’t want him to think I was embarrassed. I was around the block a few times in my life and it would take a lot more than squeezing my ass to make me embarrassed…and this wasn’t one of those times. The silence was deafening, but then Shawn smiled and said,

“I couldn’t help squeezing your ass, Rachel…you are a beautiful woman. Any man with a healthy sex drive would have done the same thing. I think your husband was a fool for letting you go.”

“Well, he had commitment issues and being faithful wasn’t one of them.” I replied and then I asked without thinking what I was asking,

“Do you have a healthy sex drive Shawn?”

“Yes I do. But don’t get the idea I sleep around…I don’t. It takes a special woman to get me hot and I do admit that you are getting me hot.”

I smiled and without thinking about it, suddenly reached under the table and put my hand on his leg. My hand seemed to move on its own and was on his leg before I knew what I was doing. Shawn smiled and put his hand on top of my hand and said,

“We have the rest of the night…the rooms are paid for and we’re alone?” I nodded and said,

“Okay, but only under one condition…my daughter must never know. And if the two of you should get married, you’ll do right by her and only her…deal?” Shawn smiled and squeezed my hand and said,

“Deal.”

We went up to my room because my clothes were there and I wanted to make myself comfortable. As soon as we got behind closed doors, Shawn took me in his arms and kissed me with passion…suddenly I felt weak in the knees. I never felt such passion in a kiss…not even when Charles was at his sexual best. My arms hung down by my side as I just stood there…limp and lifeless. My brain kept saying,

“Damn it Rachel…wake up…wake up. For once in your life…get passionate.”

Suddenly my hand inched up his thigh and found his ass and I caressed it softly as we kissed. My other hand soon came to life and joined my other hand to fondle and squeeze his tight young ass. From his ass to his waist…I was now embracing this young stud. His passionate kisses now being returned by passionate kisses of my own. My tongue slipped in and out of his mouth…like I was his own tongue. I felt his teeth gently bite down on my tongue which made me probe his mouth even more…my passion for this young man was growing and growing. I swooned as he unbuttoned my blouse and slid his hand under my bra to feel my perky 34C breasts. His gentle hand, pinching my sensitive nipples which were now aroused and standing proud and erect. Shawn then unfastened my front closing bra, letting my small perky breasts swung free and I smiled when his lips latched onto my pinkish nipple that stood erect from my heaving bosom. I reached down and undid his belt and unzipped his pants and slid them down. I kissed him once again before getting down on my knees to fondle his growing cock that was momentarily hidden from my gaze. Gently, I pulled down his briefs to free his rock hard stallion and I immediately smiled because it was so big…more than eight inches I was guessing. I took it in my hand and caressed it with my cheek for a moment…enjoying the warmth of a cock other than my ex husband’s. I began to stroke it…slowly at first and then with short rapid strokes…Shawn began to moan and groan. Once he was hard enough, I sucked his cock deep into my wanting mouth and deep throated him…my swoons were loud and many, but his moans were even louder. After twenty minutes of doing him orally…I pulled my mouth away and said,

“Mmmmm…I could do this all night, but now….I want you to take me totally and fuck me like you never fucked a woman before. Make me scream your name…make me feel every inch of your manhood deep inside me.”

I swooned with desire as he slowly pulled down my black cotton skirt down past my lower thighs and then let them drop to the floor. Shawn really smiled when he slid my black lace low-rider panties down my slender legs while enjoying my hairy pussy and said,

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This little tale continues the ‘Birthday Girl’ trilogy, but this one concentrates on Dafydd and Louise.

Louise and Dafydd stood on the hotel porch together, watching as Mike and Lisa rode away. Dafydd sighed as the young couple disappeared from sight.

“What is it, Dafydd?” said Louise. “Are you concerned for Lisa? She’ll be safe with Mike.”

Dafydd made a face. “Most probably, yes, Louise, but I fear my baby girl will no longer be a girl when she returns.”

“Yet you let her go,” Louise said gently.

Dafydd’s lips quirked in what was almost a smile. “She’s older now than her mother was when I first made love to her. My little girl is a woman, and I must accept that.” He laughed, short, wry. “At least I gave her some rubbers and told her to be careful.”

Louise laughed, too, a happy gurgle. Dafydd glanced at her. She shook her head, smiling. “I gave Mike some, too. Told him to be careful.”

“So we’re both expecting my daughter to return as a woman?”

Louise sobered, nodding. “Yes, I think we are.”

Dafydd frowned. “Louise,” he said, his tone hesitant. “May I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Just what exactly is Mike to you?”

Louise looked at Dafydd for a moment. She hesitated, but she would not lie. “My friend’s son, a good friend in his own right, and my occasional lover.”

“Ah,” said Dafydd. “I guessed it was so. And now?”

“Now?” said Louise. “Now an exciting man has come into my life, a man I’d like to know much better.” She gazed straight at Dafydd, her eyes warm.

He smiled. “Intimately, perhaps?” he said softly.

Louise smiled, nodding. “Yes, Dafydd, my dear. Intimately.”

“What about Mike?”

Louise looked at Dafydd, her lips quirked in amusement. “What about him? I think Lisa will be more on Mike’s mind now than I will. He knows it was only a temporary thing between us, Dafydd, believe me. Lisa could ask for no one better than Mike. He is honest, hard-working and I would trust him with my life.”

Dafydd smiled. “And your reputation?”

“That, too, but until you came there was no one around here whose opinion I care for, save Mike’s family, and – in confidence, Dafydd?”

“My word on it.”

“In confidence, it was Mike’s mother who suggested I take him as a lover. That way, the itch I was feeling was soothed and Mike wasn’t tempted by the whores at the saloon.”

“A remarkable woman.”

“She is, and she’s raised a fine family.”

Dafydd smiled. “Enough of Mike and Lisa. What about us?”

“What about us, Dafydd? You’re dining with me tonight, you and Lisa, and Mike.”

“Until then?”

Louise smiled and took Dafydd’s hand between hers. “What would you like to do?”

Dafydd took a deep breath. “Make love to you.” He held his breath.

Louise smiled. “I’d like that, too,” she said softly.

“Here?”

She giggled. “On the porch?”

Dafydd laughed. “No, of course not. You know what I meant.”

Louise shook her head. “No, Dafydd, not here. Hitch up the buggy and let’s go for a drive, out to my place. I know the bed is comfortable there. And there’ll be no interruptions,” she added, laughing, as some townsfolk greeted the doctor in passing.

“You have a point,” Dafydd said, smiling. “Come on, let’s get the buggy.”

Ten minutes later they were well out of town on the road to Louise’s cabin. The weather was warm, the day was fine and Louise could feel a tingle of anticipation. She glanced across at Dafydd. He smiled. Louise sat back, content, just enjoying the journey.

When they arrived at the cabin, they turned the horses into Louise’s corral. Louise smiled to herself. A freshly-mended corral, courtesy of Mike. She took Dafydd’s hand and led him indoors, leading the way straight to her bedroom.

“I’ll ask you once, while I still have my wits about me,” said Dafydd. “Are you sure about this?”

Louise smiled. “I’m certain, as certain as I’ve ever been about anything.” She paused. “Shall I undress for you, or do you want to undress me?”

“Which do you prefer?” Dafydd said, smiling back at her, feeling his prick hardening just at the thought of seeing her.

“Sit back and watch me, and when I’m finished, and I’m naked, I’ll watch you.”

Dafydd smiled, and sat back on the bed, his gaze warm on her. Fixing her eyes on his, Louise began loosening the buttons which ran all the way down the front of her dress, slowly, teasing him. She’d left the top button fastened and when she reached the bottom she straightened, looking into his eyes as she loosened the last button and slowly opened the dress, letting it slide back and down her arms, crashing soundlessly to the floor. Dafydd gasped, for all she wore under her dress were stockings, held up by silk garters tied above her knees. She bent to loosen a garter and Dafydd came out of his trance.

“No!” he said, his voice suddenly hoarse.

Louise smiled. “No?” Dafydd stared at her as she straightened, one hand on her hip, a stray beam of sunlight through antep escort bayan the window casting her profiled shadow on the wall, the curves of the shadow echoing the reality that stood before him, beautiful, curved, full breasts, erect nipples and a triangle of curls at her mons. She smiled at him. “You like to look at me like this?” she said, her voice soft as a spring breeze.

Dafydd swallowed to clear the sudden lump in his throat. “Yes, Louise, I do. I could look at your loveliness all day.”

She giggled suddenly. “We’re going to get awfully frustrated if you just look at me, Dafydd. Take your clothes off. I want to feel you inside me.”

Dafydd shook himself as if coming out of a trance. He stood and shrugged out of his jacket, discarding it on a chair. Kicking off his boots, he unbuttoned his trousers and stepped quickly out of them. His shirt and tie followed the trousers, his drawers close behind. His socks topped the pile of clothes and he stood naked, his prick proudly erect.

Louise took a deep breath, her eyes on his erection. “Very pretty, Dafydd, very pretty indeed.” She dropped her hand and stroked herself. “I’d like it here, please.”

“No more than I, dear Louise.”

She laughed and turned to the bed, laying herself on it, her legs spread. “Here, Dafydd, put your pretty tool to use. I want you to take me hard, and now, please, Dafydd. Now. There’ll be time for gentleness later.”

Dafydd moved to the bed and knelt between her spread legs. He could see the wetness of her and he bent, taking his weight on outstretched arms, aligning himself with her opening. Louise reached out and took him between her fingers, guiding him into her as he pushed gently forward. She was wet and he went in an inch or two, then stopped, drawing back, spreading her juices, pressing forward again, deeper, back, deep again until he was rooted deep within her, his balls against her bottom. He stopped to savour the sensation, smiling down at her.

She smiled at him and stretched up to kiss him lightly. “Go!” she said.

Dafydd laughed and began to move, withdrawing until he almost left her, then pushing forward again, deep into her wetness. Louise’s arms came around him, her hands warm on his back, her legs coming up so that her feet were behind his ass, urging him into her. Louise thrilled to the sensations, enjoying the blunt-headed force of Dafydd’s prick filling her, enjoying too the emptiness caused when he drew back, knowing he would fill her again.

Dafydd could feel the moment building in him, the breathless tension of impending climax, climax within the body of a warm and willing woman, a woman who had made no secret of her willingness to share the moment with him, to share her body with him, giving herself even as she took him, took him to heights of excitement he had not felt since long before his wife died, and as he thrust the excitement took him and with a strangled cry of “Louise!” he came, his hips driving his erection into her, his seed pumping into her depths.

Gradually he stilled, aware again of his surroundings, the sunlight on the wall, the soft breeze through the open window, the trickle of sweat between them, the sheen of it on Louise’s face, her quim still snug about his prick, shrinking slowly now in the aftermath of his climax. Louise kissed him softly on the chin.

“Has it been long, Dafydd?” she asked, her voice gentle.

He smiled down at her and bent to kiss her. “Too long. I’d forgotten how good it could feel, to make love to a woman who wanted me.”

“And who wants you again, as soon as you like.”

Dafydd laughed, rueful. “I’m only a man, dear Louise, not a superman. I need time to recover.”

She hugged him. “I know, but we have all day, before Mike and Lisa get back.” A thought struck her, but she hesitated.

“What?” said Dafydd. “Tell me.”

Louise shook her head. “It’s greed, Dafydd, simple greed.”

“Tell me,” he said. “Please?”

“Will you stay tonight? All night?”

“You want me to stay?”

“With all my heart. I want you to stay every night.”

“What of Lisa? And Mike?”

“That’s why I hesitated. If, as we both suspect they will, they come back as lovers, well, I thought Lisa might want to spend the night with Mike. But that’s unfair on you.”

“How so?”

“Well, with Lisa being your daughter.”

“Louise, my sweet, Lisa is a woman, well capable of making up her own mind. Yes, she’s young, but as I told you, she’s older now than her mother was when I first made love to her.” Dafydd smiled. “If Lisa chooses to spend the night with Mike, that is their business.” He shook his head, his look rueful. “It seems only yesterday that she was a child, with her rag doll.”

Louise laughed. “I still have mine!” She wriggled slightly. “Dafydd, love, could you ease up a little. Much as I love having you in me, you’re a little heavy.”

Instantly contrite, Dafydd eased himself up, but felt himself slipping from her. Louise araban escort bayan giggled. Dafydd continued the movement and withdrew fully from her. He glanced down. “Such insignificance now, such pride before.”

Louise sat up. “He’ll be proud again, if I have anything to do with it.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, bending to kiss Dafydd lightly. “Stay there, my dear. I’ll fetch some water and we can wash ourselves. Perhaps a nap, and then we’ll see if we can’t get him hard again.”

Dafydd lay back, smiling, his prick now soft against his thigh. Louise blew him a kiss and went out, still naked, a trickle of semen on her thigh. She was back in moments with a bowl of water, and a soft cloth and towel. She moistened the cloth and then knelt on the bed, bending to wash Dafydd’s prick, towelling him gently dry.

“My turn,” he said as she made to wash herself. Louise giggled and passed him the cloth, laying herself beside him and spreading her legs. Dafydd washed her carefully and dried her, studying her for a moment.

“What is it,” said Louise, laughing.

“It’s beautiful,” Dafydd said. “I’m a doctor, Louise, I’ve seen many a quim before. Usually, I admit, in childbirth. A few, very few, in intimacy, like now. Dear Louise, I think yours is one of the loveliest.”

Louise giggled, blushing slightly. “I’m flattered, Dafydd. A little embarrassed, but flattered.”

Dafydd looked up at her. “Don’t be embarrassed, my dear. There is nothing to be ashamed of in beauty.”

“Thank you.” Louise reached out her hand and took his. “Lie down beside me. It’s warm here and we don’t need a blanket, not yet.”

It was the movement of the sun, striking the mirror and reflecting into Louise’s face, that woke her. She looked at the sleeping figure beside her and smiled, easing herself from under his arm. She took a light robe from a hook on the door and went out, down to the kitchen. She glanced into the parlour as she passed. Three-ten. Time to put the pot roast into the oven. It was the work of moments and she washed her hands and went lightly back upstairs. Dafydd was awake, lying on his back, his fingers idly stroking his burgeoning erection.

“Is that for me?” she said, leaning against the door jamb.

“Not you, lady, sorry. It’s for the naked nymph who was here earlier.”

“Aah,” said Louise, slipping off the robe and hanging it on the hook. “You mean this nymph?”

“Yes,” said Dafydd. “That nymph.”

Louise stepped lightly across to the bed and went to her knees astride Dafydd’s legs. “What plans have you for the nymph?”

“I thought she might like to provide a sheath for my weapon.”

Louise smiled. “It’s a good plan so far. I like it. It’s simple to understand, but you have to realise, the only sheath I have is here,” she said, stroking her cleft.

“That is the one I had in mind.”

“That’s good, I was almost worried for a moment.”

“Almost? Surely you never doubted me?”

She giggled. “Not really.” She shuffled forward on her knees until she was poised above his erection. Reaching down, she took him in her cool fingers and lowered herself so that she could stroke his hardness along her cleft. She was wet again and his erection moved easily in her warm wetness. Stopping, she lowered herself, taking an inch or two of him within her. She took her hand away and leaned forward slightly, her hands on his shoulders.

“Do you like me on top?” she whispered.

Dafydd stretched up and kissed Louise lightly. “I love it.”

“Good,” she said, moving down, pausing, moving up slightly to spread her juices, then down again. Up again, down, until her bottom was on his thighs and as much of him as she could take was in her. She sighed, a smile on her face. “You feel good,” she said.

Dafydd laughed. “Good? Is that all? You feel absolutely wonderful to me.”

“All right, better than good. Very good. Very, very good.” Louise paused, smiling. “In fact, when I think about it, ‘absolutely wonderful’ is definitely the correct description.”

“I’m relieved,” Dafydd said, smiling. “Now we’ve established that, do you have a plan?”

“A plan? Me? You’re the planner. A sheath for your weapon, you said. I’ve provided it, so what’s your next plan?” Louise said, fighting a giggle as Dafydd flexed his prick in her quim.

“I think you should ride me until we come. How’s that for a plan?”

“Excellent. Very simple, and very possible. Let’s do it!” Louise raised herself, feeling the sudden emptiness as she rose, thrilling to being filled again as she sank. This time she was in control and she angled herself slightly, knowing from experience, both with her late husband and with Mike, that if she held herself just so, she would come to climax, just so long as Dafydd didn’t come too quickly. She smiled. After the way he’d come earlier, she thought she’d have time.

Dafydd’s prick was stimulating her and she began to move more quickly, enjoying the build-up gaziantep arap escort bayan of tension within her, enjoying the feel of Dafydd’s prick as it filled and emptied her, enjoying too the audible evidence of her excitement, Dafydd’s prick squishing in her juices as she moved. She giggled as trapped air escaped with a sound like a wet fart. Dafydd grinned at her, his eyes dancing.

Soon, almost too soon, she could feel the tension overwhelming her and she felt herself getting closer, closer, until with a strangled moan she let her climax wash over her, her quim clutching down on Dafydd’s prick, her belly rippling, a trembling going through her like a personal earthquake. She felt Dafydd thrusting up into her, vigorously, almost violently until, her own pulses still wracking her, he came, gasping as he thrust up into her, sweat on his face in the warm summer afternoon.

Gradually, they quieted, pulses slowing, sweat drying. Louise eased herself off Dafydd’s shrinking prick, making a face as she felt their combined fluids leaking from her. She stepped across to the dresser where the bowl and cloth still stood, and quickly wiped herself dry. Dafydd lay back, watching her. He smiled as she gently washed and dried his prick and balls.

“We should probably get dressed,” said Louise, glancing out of the bedroom window.

“Probably. Any particular urgency?”

“Two riders just topped out on the ridge. It’s probably Lisa and Mike.”

“In that case, dear Louise, I shall dress,” said Dafydd, “much as I feel like staying naked and tumbling you again.”

Louise laughed and kissed him. “Later, my love.” She kissed him again. “I would prefer being naked, too, but we must see to Lisa and Mike first. Besides, I can smell the pot roast and suddenly I’m hungry for food, not your delicious prick.” She stopped suddenly and stared at him. “Do you want to come in my mouth, later?” she asked in a whisper.

Dafydd groaned. “Oh, yes, sweetheart. I want to taste you, too.”

Louise shuddered. “As soon as we can, dear, just as soon as we can.” She glanced out of the window again. Yes, it was Mike and Lisa. “We just have time to get dressed.”

They had been dressed for five minutes when Mike and Lisa reined up outside the house. Louise and Dafydd went out onto the porch to welcome them. Louise gestured to Mike. “You can unsaddle Lisa’s horse, Mike. She and Dafydd are staying tonight.”

“Oh, that’s good,” said Lisa. She looked at Louise, and then her father, and flushed slightly.

She knows, thought Louise. Good! Aloud she said, “Come on in as soon as you’ve washed up, Mike.” She turned to Lisa. “There’s water and soap and towel in the spare room, if you want to freshen up, honey.”

“Thanks, Louise. I will.” Lisa went off indoors.

Dafydd touched Louise’s arm. “Do I ask her?”

Louise shook her head. “I’ll do it. I knew she and Mike were planning to make love. She’ll expect me to ask.”

Dafydd made a face. “I’m her doctor as well as her father. I want to be sure she’s all right.”

“I’ll ask her now. You and Mike can set the table for dinner. Mike knows where everything is.” Louise went inside, and up to the spare room. The door was closed and she knocked lightly.

“Who is it?” called Lisa.

“Just me,” said Louise. “Can I come in?”

The door opened immediately and Lisa stood there in her underwear. She took Louise’s arm and pulled her into the room, closing the door.

“Well?” said Louise.

Lisa flushed, but she was smiling. “Yes, we made love and it was wonderful!”

Louise reached out and hugged the younger girl. “I’m so glad.” She held Lisa at arm’s length. “Your Pa guessed.”

Lisa grimaced. “He gave me some rubbers, he had to have guessed.”

“It’s all right, sweetheart, he’s fine with it. Just concerned that you aren’t hurt, or sore.”

“Saddle sore. I haven’t ridden so far for years. But the other? No, not sore, just tingling. There was blood, but only a little. I can’t wait to do it again.”

“I think Dafydd will want to examine you. As he said, he’s your doctor as well as your father.”

Lisa bit her lip, nodding. “I think I expected that. Would you go down and ask him to come up. If he’s going to examine me, it seems silly to dress.”

“I’ll send him straight up.”

Downstairs, Mike and Dafydd were just finishing setting the table. “Dafydd? Would you go up and see Lisa, please. She’s waiting for you in the spare room. Dafydd? Take your bag.”

Dafydd nodded and went out to his buggy, returning in moments with his doctor’s bag. He gave an absent smile to Louise and Mike and went upstairs. Mike turned to Louise.

“What did Doc say? Did he guess? He had to have, he gave Lisa some rubbers.” Mike’s expression was anxious.

“Relax, Mike. He’s fine with it. He just wants to be sure Lisa is all right. As he said, he’s her doctor as well as her father. Come on, give me a hand. We can have the food on the table for them coming down.”

A few minutes later, Lisa and Dafydd came downstairs arm-in-arm, smiling cheerfully. Lisa went straight over to Mike and took his hand. Dafydd coughed and cleared his throat.

“Mike, it’s a difficult moment for a father to accept that his little girl is now a woman. My daughter tells me that you helped her make that transition, with gentleness and love. I thank you for that.”

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My name is Paul and this is my fantasy.

It was a Saturday morning and I was headed to my step-daughter’s to hang with her for the day since Mom was away for the weekend with her girlfriends. It was going to be the first real-time it was just her and I. I was a little anxious since we have not spent much time together alone since I married her mom. My stepdaughter, Clara, is a beautiful young woman. She has long curly brown hair that looks super sexy when she straightens it. She has a fantastic body that I have been observing for several years now. I would guess she is a good size C in the bra department. She has a great ass and nice legs. She is the total package.

Anyway, on the way up I was thinking about our day and how I was hoping it would go. Then when I was about halfway there I get a phone call from Clara mentioning that her friend Blanca was there and had spent the night. She wanted to know if it was OK for her to hang with us today. I immediately said it was OK and boy was it OK. The only thing better than hanging out on a hot summer day with Clara was hanging out with Clara and her friend Blanca.

I arrive and knock on the door and am greeted by Clara with a nice hug. Clara has finally started to show some affection towards me but it has been a slow process. Little did I know what was in store for me this evening and the next day. I always like to rub my hand up and down her back, not going too low, but really just checking if she is wearing a bra. She ISN’T!! Another first. I have a seat on the couch and then I hear someone coming down the stairs and look up and there is Blanca. WOW! She is wearing this top that is showing so much cleavage, I have to look away quickly otherwise I would have just stared at it. I thought she might have noticed me staring. I thought Clara had big tits but Blanca’s were huge. Blanca has a fantastic body, also. She is tall with giant breasts (not sure if they are real or fake cause they look perfect) and very long skinny legs. She has long straight black hair and the biggest eyes I have ever seen.

After introductions, we decide to head out for the day’s activities. Nothing was really planned but we went for a hike, played bingo, and ate some lunch. It was then suggested, by me, to go for a swim. Of course, I wanted to see them in their bikinis, hoping there were skimpy bikinis.

We changed into suits and made our way to the pool. I made sure they all sat up in the front seat and it was a tight fit. They both had on t-shirts so I could not tell what was on underneath, but I soon found out. After we settled in, Blanca declares she is going in the water and Clara chimes in…”me too.” As they get up and head to the water they both lift their shirts off and turn and throw them at me. Blanca says, “Aren’t you going to join us?” I push their shirts off my face and am looking at two very beautiful ladies in pretty skimpy bikinis. Blanca’s barely covers her ass and that top is too small.

“Of course, I am joining you,” I said.

I leap up and run and jump right into the pool. I did this because I had the beginning of an enormous hard-on and was hoping the cold adıyaman escort bayan water would help. It didn’t. Other than getting lots of nice cleavage views and some that seemed like they were teasing me, I did not want to get ahead of myself. I was not really sure what was going on but I was not going to complain about it.

We dried off and then headed back to Clara’s house and this time they did not put the t-shirts back on so it was cleavage all the way home. I certainly drive very slowly. Arriving home, the evening’s activities were discussed. It was decided we would head downtown for some drinks and maybe some dancing.

Well, let me tell you the looks I got when the three of us walked into a bar were amazing. I am 60yo but look 50 and am in pretty good shape. I sensed some looks of jealousy and admiration and several nods of approval from some dudes. I am not much of a drinker but did not mind if they helped themselves. Well after several hours of them drinking and dancing (boy was it fun watching them dance together) they decided it was time to go home.

“I am having a little trouble walking, could you help me Paul?” asked Clara. So I put her arm around my shoulder and helped her to the truck.

“Blanca, are you OK to walk?” Paul asked.

“Yes, I am.”

Clara sure smelled nice and of course, I took advantage of the walk to brush against her big breasts, but I had my sights on Blanca. Getting Clara in the truck was a little bit of a struggle.

“Hey Paul, put Clara near the window since she will probably pass out on the ride home.”

This meant she would be sitting next to me in the front seat. It was a tight fit but Clara got in and then Blanca climbed in and sat down next to Clara. I get in and started up the truck and headed home. About halfway home, Blanca starts to nod off and after a few bumps and sharp turns (right-hand turns mostly…if you catch my drift) her head rests on my shoulder and her hand makes it to my thigh, upper thigh. It seemed with every bump and turn she would either lightly squeeze my thigh with her hand and snuggle a little deeper with her head. Let me tell you it is hard to drive with two hotties in the front seat and one is caressing your thigh and on top of that, I have a nice boner going on.

Getting them out of the car was not too bad. Clara had sort of sobered up a little and Blanca never seemed that drunk. She still needed some help and I was happy to do it. They were sharing a bedroom and it was close to the front door so we have had very little to walk. I plopped Clara on the bed and stared at her ass. The mini dress she had on sort of hiked up and was showing just the hint of ass checks. I turn and look at Blanca and she noticed me staring at Clara’s ass.

“I guess we should get her clothes off?”

“Um…ah…shouldn’t you do that, Blanca?”

“I will need your help.”

“I don’t think I should be helping her out of her clothes, it is bad enough she is hardly wearing any clothes to begin with.”

“You work on her shoes and socks, I will work on the rest.”

I start akkent escort bayan to slowly take off her shoes and socks all the while watching as Blanca unzipped the dress Clara was wearing to reveal the tiniest thong underwear I have ever seen. I almost shot a load right then and there.

“We need to flip her over so I can get to her buttons and get her top off,” said Blanca.

“Um…ok,” I said.

I grab her feet and we both flip her over. Clara moans and moves ever so slightly. Now I am staring at the tiniest little patch covering her pussy. I try not to stare but come on. This is killing me. Blanca looks at me and sees I am staring.

“Cute underwear, right?” she asks me.

“Yes they are, I guess. I mean no. I was trying not to look” I stammer. I am glad I am able to put together a complete sentence. But we both knew I was looking.

She starts to unbutton her top and says, “I think I have it from here. Thanks for your help.” She gets up and gives me a short peck on the cheek.

“Good night, Blanca, if there is anything you need, please let me know.”

“Goodnight, Paul, slept tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite,” she giggles as I leave the room.

After tossing and turning all night, I finally decide to get out of bed and get some coffee. It is early around 7:00 and I figure the girls are going to sleep for a long time. I head back to my bed and settle in with my coffee and my thoughts turn to the events that happened the previous night. I start to feel a stirring in my cock. It has been several days since I came and am quite ready for that now even if I have to jerk off. While I am contemplating taking matters into my own hands, I hear a knock on the door. I quickly cover-up since I sleep naked and was not expecting visitors so early.

“Yes, who is it?”

“It’s me, Blanca. Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.”

I see the door open, not sure what to expect. I did not expect to see her wearing my robe, the one I leave in the bathroom.

“Hey Blanca, good morning. I see you have the same robe as me.”

She giggles. “Um…well this one is yours. I was not planning on spending the night, so I had nothing to wear to bed, so I slept naked. I did not want to wear the same clothes and I figured you would not want me prancing around naked, right?”

“Right, we can’t have that now,” I said sarcastically.

“Can you help me get a cup of coffee? I am not sure where you keep stuff and even how to work the machine.”

“Of course, Blanca. Give me a sec and I will meet you in the kitchen.”

She starts to walk out and at the door she looks back and gives me a look that seems a little provocative. She bites her lip and says, “OK, Paul.”

I was going to put on some jeans to try and hide my erect cock but decided I would test the waters. I just put on a pair of loose-fitting sports shorts letting it tent up as I walked out. She was sitting at the table looking so sexy wearing my robe and knowing she is naked underneath made my cock twitch even more.

“How do you take it, Blanca?”

“Well, do gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan you have cream?” said Blanca.

“Of course. How much do you take?”

“Well, I really love cream more so than coffee so light please.”

“The cups are over in the cabinet, top-shelf.” I point to the cabinet with the coffee cups. She gets up and walks over to the cabinet. I am staring at her ass and long legs as she walks over to the cabinet. She reaches up for a mug. As she does this, the robe rides up her legs and just barely shows the beginning of her ass. It seems she is over exaggerating her stretch. She is quite the tease.

As she walks back, the robe has started to open a little bit. It has always been hard to keep that robe closed for very long.

“I was also wondering if you had anymore weed.” She asks coyly.

“I might have a little bit. You like to wake and bake?”

“I do, indeed,” she states.

We head out to the patio and light up. As we pass it back and forth she asks…”So did you have fun last night hanging out with us?”

“I sure did. It was fun. We sure did a lot.”

“What was your favorite part of the day?”

“Umm,” I thought for a moment. “I guess the best part for me was when we walked into that bar and all eyes were on us. Or mostly on you two. I got a few thumbs up from guys and puzzled looks from others.”

“Why was that special?” she asked.

“Well, I guess cause they might have been thinking…how did he get these two to go out with him?”

“Wow, this is really good weed, Paul, thanks.”

“My pleasure, Blanca.”

We continue to pass the joint until most of it is gone. It is a beautiful morning as the sun is starting to bring daylight. We continue to make small talk and when the joint is gone she says, “Wow this is some strong stuff or maybe it has been a while since I smoked but I have a nice buzz going.”

“I know. This is the best I have ever tasted.”

“Good weed always does two things to me,” declares Blanca

“And what are those two things?” I too am getting a nice buzz and am feeling a little bold and so was she apparently.

She gets off from her chair and starts to walk over towards me. “Good weed either puts me to sleep or it gets my really horny….and I am not tired.”

She is now standing right in front of me and reaches up to untie the robe and lets it drop to the floor.

“Wow, Blanca, you sure how a nice body.” My cock is now sticking straight up and my bulge is quite visible.

The robe falls to the fall and she runs her hands up and down her body running over her big tits and then leans forward placing her hands on the arms of the chair.

“I see you that you seem to be enjoying the view.”

“I am. I am just not sure why you are doing this.”

“I am horny and you are so cute. I really need to suck some cock right now. Would that be OK with you?”

Before I can answer she is on her knees rubbing her hands up and down my legs. Each time getting a little closer to my cock. She rubs my cock finally but then goes back to rubbing my legs.

“It seems like it is OK with you, Paul.” she giggles.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“I don’t mind if you don’t.” She grabs my cock firmly and starts stroking on the outside of my shorts. “I was hoping you had a nice cock.”

She now takes my cock out the side of the shorts letting it stand at full attention.

“Oh, I am going to have some fun with this big cock.”

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