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An angry rain was falling in sheets, relentlessly banging on the glass skylight that Jason was mindlessly staring out of. Streaks of water were skimming across its pane as the wind howled. Spring had arrived, but just barely. It was cold outside. April in Minnesota. A shiver went through him.

Jason purposefully situated his desk under the opening in the ceiling so he could escape the monotony of boring taupe walls, grey cubicles, and the constant humming and bustling that made up the floor he worked on — humming printers, ringing phones and pecks of keystrokes. The skylight, however small, was a wonderful mental respite for him — something that allowed his mind to escape from time to time.

Jason’s floor was home to his organization’s marketing and communications team. Forty people in all — mostly 30-something women who wore skirts and dresses like in the show Mad Men, but without the modesty. Together they executed the communication, crisis response and marketing efforts for one of the state’s largest educational institutions. And specifically, as the sharp end of the stick when it came to crisis management, the people on the team also knew most of the dirty secrets in the organization, and they had an affinity for talking about it. It was a perfect marriage of work and gossip, and those who worked there were predisposed to enjoy such drama.

So in that regard, the office and this curtain of rain-soaked light also provided an escape from the people and their gossip. Men and women — they all participated. Who was dating whom? Why was Jason’s office door closed? Who’s the new woman downstairs in accounting? Did Sandra get a boob-job? Is Stacy fucking her boss? Is Mike fucking his secretary?

“If they only knew,” he often thought to himself, snapping a glance at the closed blinds that kept prying eyes of the sometimes-chaotic outside work space from peering into his office. A smile crossed his lips. Jason liked the gossip, too.

The pecking order at the office was simple. Jason, a vice president, is in charge of communications. Think press releases, newsletters, and photography and video — that was his domain. Katie, his uptight colleague, is also a vice president — she leads the marketing team. Brochures and pamphlets and events at campus buildings were her happy-place. Jack, meanwhile, is the executive director of it all. The rest of the team is made tacticians and secretaries — the worker bees who did the tasks Jason and the others dreamed up. Forty staff. Ten men. Beautiful women. Endless daydreaming.

The fourth floor, it turns out, is the penthouse of the office building. Jason, Katie and Jack each have fancy corner offices. And while there are plenty of windows lining the walls, Jason preferred watching the world pass by from that skylight on the roof. Comfortably leaned back in his office chair, his spine melting into the fabric of its back, his feet propped up on a side table — daydreaming to his heart’s contentment.

Today, it turns out, in spite of the downpour outside, Jason wasn’t thinking about the weather. He was fantasizing about Chelsea and her sheer, black thigh-highs. The ones he caught a glimpse of in the elevator earlier in the morning. Her black pencil skirt was riding a little higher than she realized as she thumbed through the stack files in her arm. To his delight, he could make out the seductive, lacy top of her stockings and the garter clip fixed to the top.

It was just the two of them in the sterile, steel elevator. It smelled like grease, and it was a bit humid inside thanks to the deluge outside. He barely noticed all of that, though. A flash in his mind’s eye of her skirt hiked up over her hips while she stood in front of him tore into his thoughts. He could almost feel his stiff cock easily sliding into her tight, wet pussy, as his mind created the image. Jason gently shook his head, erotic cobwebs falling away, as he came back to reality.

Chelsea’s white, button-up blouse wasn’t intentionally revealing, but as Jason slyly looked up and down the length of her body, he spied a tantalizing amount of cleavage as her C-cup breasts were spilling out of a light blue, lace bra, just visible because the top two buttons of her blouse were undone.

He quietly took in a deep, cleansing breath as his cock stirred in his black dress pants. He wanted to make conversation, but choked on the words.

As Chelsea continued to sift through 20-or-so manila folders in her arm, her curvy five-foot-eight body stood atop a pair of black, open-toed, four-inch high heels. Her stocking-clad toenails peeking out the front. Chelsea’s sandy blonde hair was up in a cute ponytail, but a strand had fallen out near the top and was now draped lightly across her face. She was pretty, with just enough eyeshadow to make her hazel eyes pop.

Suddenly the elevator bucked to stop and Chelsea looked up, almost startled. They were both lost in their own thoughts. But when the elevator lurchsed, their eyes met. Jason suddenly felt as though he’d been Belek travesti caught with his hand in a cookie jar. He was undressing her with his mind, after all, and he felt like she knew it. She sheepishly bit her bottom lip, looked down, and with her free hand, tugged her skirt back down a couple inches, hiding the lace.

As she looked back up, Chelsea flashed a smile, which Jason returned. She then glided out of the elevator. Jason watched. The red bottoms of her heels flashed with each step, her skirt clinging to her legs as she walked — its slit, which ran down its center-back offering a better glimpse of her long, sexy legs with each stride.

Jason was hard as a Goddamned rock.

Just as the heavy metal doors were closing, Chelsea turned on a dime to face the elevator, her pony tail whipping as she spun. Her eyes again met Jason’s. This time she flashed him a wink as the doors closed. Just like that, she was gone.

“Holy fuck,” Jason mumbled to himself, now alone in the elevator, feeling utterly dumbstruck. Thigh high stockings — they were his thing, his instant turn-on, like they are for plenty of men. Chelsea’s high-waisted pencil skirt — the way it hugged her hips and accentuated her curves — was also his thing. The white blouse, light blue lace bra, open-toed, black heels — it’s like she knew the exact outfit that would fill every nook and cranny in his mind’s eye of sexual fantasy. Her outfit — it wasn’t inappropriate or slutty. And that’s what made it so hot, he thought.

And the wink? “What the hell was that about?” Jason thought to himself as the elevator again lurched to a halt and opened at his floor. He shook his head in disbelief. His stiff cock still pressing against his dress pants. “Jesus Christ,” he thought to himself as he walked to his office.

—

As the elevator doors slid shut, Chelsea let out a deep breath. She felt as though she had been holding it in since she saw Jason in the elevator. She had more or less been thinking of that kind of moment for the past few weeks. A lust-filled moment in time. A smile crossed her face, and she turned away from the elevator and headed back toward her work area.

As she did, she passed Vicki, the grey-haired department secretary. Vicki was sitting on a stool, not a desk chair, and her cubicle had a half-wall she sat behind. On top of the half-wall was a six-inch wide shelf with business cards, a few brochures, and a service bell. A large sign that read “Accounting” hung from the shelf. The stool allowed Vicki to sit higher so she could watch everyone coming out of the elevator, and, importantly, to judge people as they came to her to be whisked away to appointments or meetings within the department. She was the queen gossip hound.

As Chelsea approached, Vicki was giving her the kind of side-eye and resting bitch face combo people only read about.

“Got a button undone there, darlin’,” Vicki said, bobbing her head in the general direction of Chelsea’s chest, clearly pointing out what she deemed to be its inappropriateness. Vicki’s lips were smacking with each chomp of the massive piece of gum in her mouth.

Chelsea looked down, took note of her shirt buttons, and shrugged. “Well look at that,” she said, looking back up to Vicki. “Cleavage. Can’t have that, now, can we?” She flashed a fake smile and walked past.

“Nut-job,” Cheslea said under her breath when out of earshot. She entered a wide hallway between cubicles, and after passing three, turned left into her space. It was a painfully boring grey cube, which was buttressed on one side by an even more boring taupe wall. She slid into her chair, feathered her skirt under her as she did, and crossed her legs. She loved the feeling of her silky, stocking-clad legs rubbing together. She was never one to wear pantyhose, much less stockings, so the texture and visual of it made her feel sexy. Extremely sexy, actually, which was the goal, after all — to feel sexy and look sexy, too.

Chelsea sighed and a wave rushed over her as the excitement of the elevator began to wear off. She stared into her computer screen, more or less looking through it, and revisited the past 10 minutes in her mind.

She had deliberately arrived to work earlier than normal, went up to her third floor work area and grabbed a few files, then went down to the first floor to wait. There was a small station for filing and stapling, and from that vantage point, which was near a set of windows that overlooked the attached parking garage, she could see when people were about to enter the building.

She was waiting for Jason.

When he began walking up, her heart fluttered. This was the moment. Jason was tall, something Chelsea had always found sexy. He’s six-foot-nine with an average body — muscular with a little padding. Like a teddy bear. Many of the women in the office find him funny and attractive. He has sandy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, full lips and a perpetually scruffy two-day beard. He hated to shave, he told her once.

They’ve Kemer travesti known each other professionally for two years, and they’ve chatted casually hundreds of times. About her dog, her interest in hockey, her annual trips to Mexico with girlfriends. She talked about herself a lot, she suddenly realized. But they talked, too, about his love of Caribbean beaches, basketball, and of course, his height. Everyone always wanted to talk about how tall he is. He’s also a great hugger. One time, for her birthday, he’d given her a card and a hug. And in her judgement, Jason is a fantastic hugger, not one of those limp-armed huggers. She liked that. And the way he smelled.

Jason pulled the heavy glass door and strode through it into the building. From his angle, he couldn’t really see Chelsea, so he didn’t notice her. He hit the up button on the panel next to the door and it began to glow. Chelsea grabbed her files in one arm, and with the other, she shimmied her skirt up an inch or so, just barely exposing the tops of her thigh-highs. A devilish smile cracked the corner of her mouth, and she walked toward the elevator. Go time.

As it opened, Jason strode through, and then Chelsea followed. She played it cool, and never looked up from her files. She was trying to act busy. She hit the button for the third floor, then Jason hit the button for the fourth.

The elevator moved.

Chelsea, with her head down, glanced up to Jason, and noticed him studying her. He was too lost in what was pouring into his eyes visually to make any conversation. She looked back down to her files before he noticed her peeking at him. Frankly, Chelsea loved the feeling of his eyes undressing her. It made her feel wanted and desired. She yearned for that, especially from him. Suddenly, she realized a dampness between her legs. Her nipples hardened with excitement. She blushed.

As the elevator came to a stop, Chelsea looked up to him. Their gaze met. She smiled, and deliberately bit the bottom of her lip. “Men liked that, right?” she thought to herself. She then glanced down, as if realizing she was giving a show, and shimmied her skirt back down an inch. Suddenly self-conscious, Chelsea desperately hoped he had liked what he’d seen. She looked back up, and strode out of the elevator. The look on Jason’s face was exactly what she had been hoping for: dumbstruck teenage boy.

Three steps out, she spun and met Jason’s eyes as the door was closing. She winked at him as the doors closed, his hard cock clearly visible pressed against the fabric of his black pants.

Suddenly Chelsea came to. That was just a few minutes ago. As the daydream passed, she sat up a bit straighter at her desk.

“A wink? Really?” she thought to herself. “That was lame.” She began pecking at her keyboard.

—

Some two hours later, his door closed, Jason was peering up at the skylight, looking at the rainstorm, thinking about Chelsea, the 30-something accountant who worked on the floor below. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his office door. First he was annoyed, and then realized he was gripping his still-hard cock over the top of his pants with his right hand. It was throbbing.

Jason readjusted in his seat and tugged at the bottom of his blue button-down shirt to straighten it. “Come in,” he said, as friendly as he could.

The wooden door opened, creaking under its weight, and Chelsea walked in. “Fuck,” Jason screamed in his head, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. He was shocked to see her.

Blushing, he sat up straight and slid under his desk a bit further so he could hide his raging hard-on — the hard-on he had for her.

As Chelsea crossed the threshold of his office, Jason could swear she was puffing out her chest slightly to accentuate her tits. The middle button on her blouse was straining to hold. She was, of course. But he couldn’t know that. She drifted into the office, and shut the heavy door behind her.

Jason gulped. “What. The. Hell?” he thought to himself in a state of disbelief. “Why is she here?”

Without a word, Chelsea turned to her left and inspected the set of windows that faced the inside of the office area. The blinds were closed. Nobody could see in. Rarely did Jason have them open. The gossip hounds didn’t need further discussion topics.

Chelsea faced Jason. Their eyes met. She walked toward him, and without looking away, took the chair in front of his desk and sat down. She then crossed her legs, and smiled.

The stockings, heels, skirt, blouse, pony tail — this woman was exquisite, Jason thought.

She was thinking the same thing about him. His two-day scruff, his blue shirt making his eyes pop, combined with the secret only she knew — this man was incredible, Chelsea thought. She lusted for him.

“What can I do for you?” Jason asked, trying to play it cool. Suddenly a pang of anxiety hit him — he was genuinely confused as to why she was in his office.

“I Konyaaltı travesti hope you liked the show earlier,” she said. She smiled and began playfully toying with the hem of her skirt with her fingers.

“The show?” Jason asked. He’s no dummy, but this situation seemed too good to be true, he thought, so he was playing coy.

“The elevator.” She grinned. Chelsea could tell he was playing dumb. He knew what she meant.

“Look, I’m here because I wanted to talk to you about something.” She had a warm smile. “Don’t look so worried. It’s not a bad thing.”

A strange wave of relief washed over Jason, but he wasn’t sure why. He realized at that moment his heart was racing. His dick was swollen and he couldn’t do anything about it. This woman was quite suddenly a walking fantasy for him, he thought. His fingers tingled.

Jason realized he had never really thought of her like this before. How was that possible? Chelsea was gorgeous, and while that may have had something to do with how she looked in this setting, for the first time, he realized her natural beauty. She was erotic and beautiful.

Chelsea studied Jason for a moment. She was nervous, but confident. She had thought about having this conversation since she had made her discovery, and desperately wanted it to play out right.

“I’ll get to the point.” She adjusted in her seat. The wetness between her legs was profound and she suddenly worried she would leave a wet spot on his chair.

“So, I know your secret,” Chelsea said after a long pause. “That sounds weird. But you know what I mean.” She studied him again.

Jason was dumbstruck. “What?” he blurted out. “A secret? I don’t know what you mean.” He was serious.

Chelsea adjusted in her seat, still nervous. “Get to the point, Chels,” she thought to herself.

“So, I like to read. I’m a reader. We’ve talked about that. I mean, I read lots of things,” she said. As she said it, her fingers again fiddled with the hem of her skirt. She tugged at it, clearly nervous now. Jason felt the anxiety, too.

She inched her skirt up just slightly. Fuck, he thought.

“And some of the things I read get pretty … risqué.”

“Okay,” Jason said slowly, a lump forming in his throat. Jason, you see, he did have a secret. An interesting one, too. He’s a writer, after all. Outside of his day job, he writes life-based erotica. From sexual conquests he’s had, to the sexual fantasies and scenarios he’d like to experience, to kinky taboo shit that would freak normal people out — Jason writes about it. He enjoys it. It’s his dirty little secret. He likes the anonymous attention he gets, and the fantasies he gets to play out with vivid detail in his mind. Plus, it’s relatively innocent and safe. Until now.

Another pause. Jason wasn’t going to fill it with his words.

“So, I think we enjoy the same … sites. The same stories,” Chelsea said hesitantly. “We have some things in common, and I wanted you to know that. Thought we could talk about it.”

At first, Jason just blinked at her. But after a moment, a wave of arousal hit him. His cock twitched in his pants, adrenaline spurting through his veins. His heart raced and he was excited. Like a bell, there was clarity. Chelsea must have wore her outfit because it’s the same outfit he described in a three-year-old sexual fantasy he penned and posted to the web. She was dressed exactly like the woman in that story, a story that happened to be about a racy office fling. Same skirt, same bra, same everything.

Life-based erotica. “No fucking way,” he thought.

Jason suddenly became much more confident. He stood up, and walked to the door. Adrenaline was coursing through him.

And he was right. Chelsea had indeed picked this particular outfit based on that story, one she figured he’d described because he liked it.

“How did you come to this conclusion?” Jason asked. As he reached the door, he locked it. “Like, why do you think we enjoy the same … sites, as you put it?”

“Well, about a month ago, I was reading this short story about a man and his secretary at work. It was quite hot, really. Anyway, the office that was described in the story — if it wasn’t this building, right down to the buttons on the copy machine they fucked on — well I’d be shocked,” she said.

Jason flashed a smile.

“So I read another story. Same author. Same office — I like the office stories, you know. It was quite descriptive. Educational office. Communications. The floor the story took place on. The office locations. It was this building. Finally I checked out the author profile,” Chelsea said, then giggled as some of the tension was leaving the room.

“The username was your initials. And was the same as a Twitter handle — a profile based in Minnesota, if such a thing can be trusted,” she said. “It’s a little weak for court, but I’m going with my gut here. It’s you.”

“Fuck if she hadn’t caught me,” Jason thought to himself. He walked back toward his desk, never breaking eye contact with Chelsea. As he passed her, he was certain she was as wet as he was hard, and the delicate scent of her wetness was wafting out of her skirt. He sat back down in his desk chair and leaned back. A long pause as they both looked at each other, studying.

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This is a long story that covers a short weekend.

My name is Hjjer. I am the Regional Head for the Asia Pacific Region of my French engineering company, with regional headquarters in New Delhi, India. However, for the last couple of years I’ve been using our Hanoi office as my “temporary” base but I travel frequently to all our various offices across Asia, and of course make regular trips to HQ in Paris.

Now, almost three years later, I’m still in Hanoi, Vietnam. It’s the middle of January and I’m spending the weekend alone at my lakefront apartment in an area called Tay Ho (also known as Westlake) where most of the expatriates in the city congregate. Temperatures are in the mid-teens and the weather is extremely pleasant. I got up early this Saturday morning, cycled around the 17km circumference of the lake, and got back just as sunlight broke through. I had a shower, went to a nearby cafe for an indulgent breakfast and some great Vietnamese coffee, and am now back home at my computer for a couple of hours work.

I’m going through briefs, summaries, some presentations, a couple of detailed papers, and a host of emails that seem to have piled up in my inbox awaiting responses. Suddenly, on the top right hand corner of my Mac pinged a little box telling me I’ve received a new email. Glancing at the tiny window before it disappears, I notice that it says “Nefeli Comtois – Hi Hjjer, Please add me to your professional network”. It is a message from LinkedIn, the kind which I receive at least 20 of every week and so I just ignore it, telling myself I’ll delete it later.

I work through till hunger gets the better of me three hours later; finding leftover pizza slices in the refrigerator, I wolf down a couple and then feel like indulging in my favourite weekend cocktail – a gin a kilometre down the road that grazes the water are some kids trying to sail paper boats; on the right flank is a small lagoon on the banks of which three female government workers are cutting grass.

Hanoi can have a small town feel to it in the suburbs on weekend afternoons; right now, it’s all very placid and calm. A faint breeze begins to ripple the waters and carries with it a fresh whiff of newly cut grass as it cools my face. I take the last sip of my afternoon cocktail and contemplate my life here in Vietnam; I don’t usually get lonely but sometimes a feeling of aloneness overcomes me. This is one of those times; my close colleague and occasional sexual partner is on vacation, otherwise at moments like this I would have called her and maybe arranged a weekend tryst with her.

As the sun moves closer to the horizon with still an hour and a bit before it sets, I decide to go out for a walk before it gets dark and a little chilly. Ambling along the lake shore, I pass a couple of fishermen casting their rods and enjoying the late afternoon sun. An occasional scooterist, usually female, sputters past; a Japanese couple sit on the slanted bank of the lake, the gentleman with a long lens camera peering through his viewfinder. A family of ducks, with almost a dozen ducklings trailing, troop across the road as they cross from the lake to a lotus pond on the other side. A woman wearing a conical straw hat is hunched down on a relatively dry section of the lotus pond, seemingly planting or harvesting some saplings.

The hunkered down Vietnamese woman is wearing an olive green coloured shirt and baggy trousers of the same colour; her silhouette makes a sharp contrast against an almost orange sky. I pull out my iPhone from the back pocket of my Levi’s, turn on the camera app, and begin to compose the frame of what I think will make a beautiful photograph. Suddenly, two things happen that throw me almost literally off balance: first, viewing the full screen of the picture I am about to click, I see that the woman looks up from the ground and stares directly at the camera. And second, I realise that she isn’t planting anything in the ground; she is actually urinating!

I hastily stuff the phone back in my pocket and look away, feeling very embarrassed and silly at the same time. Standing against the railing, pretending I was only enjoying the scenery, I’m very self-conscious and uneasy so I decide to brazen it out and turn back and look at the woman. She’s still focused on me as she straightens up from the ground, but she has a grin on her face as she buckles her trousers. I notice now that she’s wearing ankle high boots, possibly made of rubber, and she’s walking towards me over the dry patch of land at the corner of the pond in front of me.

I’m like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to move or even decide what I should do; should I turn and walk away or should I bravely hold my ground? But in 30 seconds the decision is made for me while I stand, my feet seemingly rooted to the footpath. There’s a concrete bank that slopes down Üçyol travesti from the pathway to the pond, about five feet in length and at a 45 degree angle. She reaches the base and stretches one arm out at me; instinctively, without thinking, I reach out my own arm and grab her hand in mine, pulling her up the levee. She uses her other hand to grab one of the railings on the balustrade, lifts one foot over it, then ducks between the parallel bars and comes over to my side of the fence.

She’s about two inches taller than five feet and still smiling as she looks up at my face; then reaches out with both hands and takes one of mine between them, gripping it in a double-handed handshake. “I name Hoa. How you do?” I’m still a little stunned but manage to relax my cheek muscles and offer a tentative smile, nodding at her.

“You take photo no problem. No worry.” Saying that, she bends down and only then do I notice that three feet away from me is a large grey coloured plastic bag which the woman now picks up and starts walking. After taking a few steps, she turns around and beckons with her free hand, waving it rather imperiously, saying “Come! Come! We go.”

I stare for a second and wonder where she wants me to go with her, when she walks back and takes my hand in hers, pulling me along with her. We’re heading along the footpath back towards my house; I walk silently but deftly remove my hand from hers, looking around to see if there are any people looking at us. But no, there aren’t. The street is empty, other than the two anglers quietly plying their purpose. The sun is already below the horizon now and dusk is upon us, the breeze ripples across the surface of the golden pond on our left and the lake on our right.

Since we’re moving towards my house, I walk along with her without any objection, occasionally casting sidelong glances at the woman. Looking up at me, she says “Tôi c?t c?” and I infer that she’s telling me she’s a grass cutter. I smile back at her, nod my head, and am somewhat relieved because I now think she’s heading back to the group of government grass-cutters I saw near my apartment. Strangely, my mood lifts and I feel friendlier towards her as I walk briskly ahead.

She pushes the conical straw hat off her head and it hangs by a cord around her neck, bobbing on her back as she walks with short but quick steps to keep up with my pace. Her hair is straight and long, ringed by a small elastic band on top of her head from where the tresses hang down to her waist. Looking down from my height as she catches up, I see her breasts are fairly large and they stand out firm from her chest, probably supported by a 34DD brassiere. I can see the rim of her bra cups between the open collar of her shirt. I don’t think she’s a young woman, but then it’s very difficult to ascertain the age of an oriental just by looking at her face.

She’s yammering on about something or the other and I’m having a tough time catching some of the words so I can string together her meaning. But I make out “photo” and “ok” and “t?m r?a” which could mean rain, or shower. She smiles very sweetly as she talks and looks at me, her large plastic bag now slung on her shoulder. We’re approaching home, the sun has set, and the bunch of grass cutting women don’t seem to be around any more. I point towards the triple storied apartment block and say “That’s where I live, that’s my home” and she beams, exposing sparkling white teeth as her luscious lips part. I think she understands because she clutches my hand and pulls me across the road as we cross over to the opposite footpath.

She’s still holding on to my hand as we approach the glass fronted entrance to the apartment building and once again I’m at a loss as to what I should do. I stop at the door and look down at her, about to say good-bye, but she stares into my eyes and has that beatific smile on her face. I figure she wants to come in and so I take one of those impulsive decisions that have gotten me into trouble before. But I think there’s nothing criminal about her, and maybe all she wants is a chilled glass of water or maybe some hot tea.

So I punch in the security code on to the keypad lock and push the door open, allowing her to enter ahead of me. Fortunately, there’s no security guard on duty yet nor anyone to witness my return to the house, accompanied by a government grass-cutter lady. We walk to the elevator in a hurry, step in, and in a few seconds the car door opens into the foyer in front of my apartment door. I use an electronic key card to enter while Hoa removes her boots, leaves them outside the door, and follows me in barefoot. I step out of my walking shoes and leave them by the shoe-rack inside.

It is almost dark inside; just the feeble light of a purple-orange horizon filtering in through my plate glass windows that line the front of the Alanya Travesti living room which overlooks the lake. “Noi tuy?t d?p” she whispers, marvelling at the beauty either of the apartment, or the scenery, I’m not sure. I walk to the various corners of the room, switching on pedestal and table lamps; then the concealed lighting in the kitchen. I turn to the woman and see that she’s removing her straw hat and placing it gingerly on a corner table. I ask her if she wants a drink of water, or tea, “trà?”

She follows me almost on tiptoe to the kitchen and sees an inexpensive bottle of vodka standing on a shelf; with an impish grin, she points at it and then directs her finger alternately at me and at herself a couple of times. I think she’s saying that both of us should have a drink of liquor. The sun’s gone down and in any case it’s time for evening libations so I agree. Reaching for the bottle, I pour about 60ml each into two large shot glasses and turn to the refrigerator to pluck out some ice cubes from the tray. Turning back to her, I notice she’s washed her hands in the kitchen sink and is now holding one glass in each hand and I drop a couple of ice cubes into each.

She has a wide, but very pretty, grin on her face as I take one glass from her and raise it in salutation, saying “m?t, hai, ba, vô!” and we both take a sip from the tumbler, mine a lot more tentative than hers. The liquid goes down surprisingly smoothly as I walk to the settee facing the lake outside. I’m not sure who bought this vodka, or when, but I suspect my day-cook uses it for some of the dishes that she cooks. The woman sits at right-angles to me on another piece of the sofa set and keeps looking at me. I’m still a little flummoxed at this entire situation but strive not to think too much about it; just go with the flow, so to speak. Another large gulp of the vodka helps!

“You no take photo? You like Hoa photo, no?” I really don’t know how to respond so I pull out the iPhone again and pretend to make adjustments, thinking I’ll just snap a few quick pictures and then we can move on past my returning embarrassment. When I point the camera phone at her, I’m in for yet another jolt of surprise. She’s unbuttoned almost the entire front of her shirt and I can discern through a two-inch gap in the frontal plackets a white brassiere, the cups of which hold obviously large breasts with a very deep cleavage between them.

I point the phone at her and snap a few pics, zooming in to get a better focus on her boobs which, hidden as they are, have me completely hypnotised. She turns to give me a profile view of herself and I’m convinced that her breasts thrust out almost six inches from her chest. The front of her shirt is now parted and the bra-encased boobs a lot more visible than earlier. She gets up and walks to the corner to pick up her conical hat, places it on her head, and then poses in front of the glass panels leading to the balcony. Although the lighting is dim, my phone camera does a decent job in adjusting its aperture and I’m snapping pics by the second.

I’m getting pretty excited with whatever is happening in my living room so I go to the kitchen counter and get the bottle of vodka. Pouring another couple of slugs into our glasses, I raise a silent toast to this rural beauty – she doesn’t look like a city girl – and we both take sips from the tumblers. I look at her face as I stand next to her and the ethereal beauty of the woman begins to sink in; despite the nature of physical activity that makes up her job, there’s something very delicate and sensitive about her features. Her eyes are almond shaped and large, in a very innocent way; her smile is tentative till it turns to an expressive full blossomed grin that crinkles the temples of her face.

“You’re very pretty, Hoa. Very beautiful. B?n là r?t d?p” I try saying it in Vietnamese and I think she understands because she’s very coy and a faint blush highlights her cheekbones as she lowers her head.

“You want mo picture of Hoa? You tell me how I stand. Or sit?” The vodka is having an effect on me; or maybe it’s not the vodka, it could be this very attractive and sexy woman that’s having an effect on me. I hold her by the arms and guide her back to the chair she was sitting on earlier, and pick up the iPhone again. As I look at her, trying to compose my next set of shots, she pulls off her shirt and leans back into the seat, still wearing her hat. That puts her face in dark shadow so I walk up to her and remove the headgear, placing it on a table beside her.

Her hair is still banded in a ring on top of her head so I fumble with the elastic, trying to slip it off but she helps by doing it instead. With one long smooth movement, she slides the band off her waist length hair, places the elastic ring next to the hat, and fluffs out the tresses. The silken black Konyaaltı travesti hair frames her oval shaped face as it falls over her shoulders and curves along the swell of her breasts before dropping to her waist. The lamps in my living room cast a golden hue over her face and the skin of her torso, her brassiere white in sharp contrast.

I forget all about taking pictures as I stare at the apparition in front of me. Her bra is powder blue in colour, not white as I initially thought, with the top of the cups in a filigree lace and scalloped edges. The underwire support is a thin band of darker blue that match the straps and band of the undergarment. Through the lace I can discern deep brown nipples and well defined, almost perfectly circular, areola. She raises her arms and places the palms of her hand on top of her head, and I wonder if she’s just giving me another pose. I raise the camera and click a couple of shots, observing how her underarms are smooth and bereft of any hair.

Hoa, which means flower or blossom depending on how you pronounce it, stands up and walks to the glass frontage of the living room and looks out at the lake, perhaps taking in the dark solitude of the outside. I get up from my seat and go to where she is, stand behind her and look out at the street lights and coloured neon signs on the other shore reflecting on the shimmering waters. My chin almost rests on the top of her head and I am tempted to touch her body, run my hands over her skin, feel the pulse that must run through her veins.

Instead, I walk back to the settee, pick up my drink, lean back and enjoy the view of her rear. She draws her smooth tresses to her front and I can now see her neck and shoulders, sloping gently to her arms that are by her sides. The shape of her upper body is a perfect V as the flanks tuck in to a very slim waist before her hips swell out again. The straps of her bra come down from the round of her shoulders to the two-inch band that is clasped at the first set of hasps at the back. The indent of her spinal column is deep at the waist line, shadowed in darkness before it disappears into the top of her baggy olive green trousers.

After a couple of minutes, I get up to switch on another table lamp and add a couple of ice cubes to my glass. When I return to the couch, she’s turned around and faces the inside of the apartment, her back to the lakefront balcony. She’s not looking at me, instead her head is slightly averted and she’s looking down at the carpeted floor. “You very nice man, monsieur, I sorry for giving you so trouble. I very very sorry. I also never ask you your name and I come your house no invitation. So sorry. I stupid mad woman. Tôi xin l?i. Xin hãy tha th? cho tôi.”

I know she was apologising and even though I don’t understand the Vietnamese words, I’m sure she’s suddenly feeling terrible. “Please don’t be sorry”, I say, “My name is Hjjer. Tôi tên là Hjjer.” She looks up at me and has only the faintest hint of a smile so I know she’s understood my name.

“Hjjer”, she mumbles. But she still has a doleful melancholy look on her face. In fact I’m sure I can see the gleam of a teardrop beginning to slide down her cheeks and my heart goes out to her. She looks so innocent and fragile in her guilt and I don’t know how to placate her, what do I say that doesn’t sound platitudinous and unconvincing?

I put the vodka glass down on a side table and hastily go up to where she’s standing. Without thinking, I take her into my arms and wrap them around her; she comes docilely towards me, resting her head against my chest and I can make out she’s crying. A natural aroma of fresh grass and mild perspiration floats like an aura around her. She heaves as her breath catches in her throat, meekly speaking in Vietnamese, words I cannot catch and do not understand. I place a palm on the back of her head and caress her, holding her close to my body as she continues to mumble. I hear her say “sorry” a number of times but can’t comprehend the rest of her words.

She feels so delicate and vulnerable in my arms and I cannot fathom the depths of her guilt, or the need to be so apologetic. Does she feel she has violated some intrinsic sense of morality? Or, more likely, that she has invaded my domain and privacy without an invitation? But I know whatever she has done has been guileless and innocent; even if it has been a violation of my space, I see it as a minor infraction. I think of how much trust she must have placed in a stranger to actually come into my house and pose semi-nude because she thought I wanted to take pictures of her. And what has she asked in return? Nothing! Except for a couple of shots of cheap vodka.

After all these years in Asia, I am still astounded by some of the nuances embedded in their value system, particularly in the far east. As her breathing eases, Hoa puts her arms around my waist and hugs me tight, pressing her bosom against my upper abdomen and clinging on desperately. She bends her head backwards and looks up at me, her cheeks wet and her eyes glistening; “Thank you Mr Hjjer”, she whispers so softly, I can barely hear her.

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Dina is a very beautiful, very sexy and very sexual woman, and she knows it. She knows what she likes, she knows how to turn him on, and she knows how to turn herself on. She loves dressing up and walking around her house. The act of dressing up and seeing how beautiful she looked turned her on, and always ended with her sprawled out naked somewhere in her house bringing herself to orgasm.

Dina also loved to walk around topless, in lingerie and even fully naked. The backyard of Dina’s house opened onto a large and open area. There were probably 20 other houses around the park like setting, all of which could see each other. Her house had a lot of large windows and glass doors in the rear that, and Dina would often stand by them, wondering who could see her, hoping someone was watching and not caring who saw her. She often stands there, topless or naked, and touches herself. She’d massage her beautiful breasts, playing with her nipples, her fingers eventually finding their way to the soft wet folds of her pussy.

But she could never finish there. Something always spooked her, usually something in her mind.

They’d discussed her desires in the past, and he’d decided, without telling her, that her fantasy was going to come true.

He loved making her fantasies come true, because he loved her, and wanted her to be happy and fulfilled in as many aspects of her life as he could.

Their meeting for the morning was arranged. What was going to happen was not. They both knew that they would play it by ear, but Dina decided to stack the deck in her favor.

Dina decided to dress to turn them both on. She put on a white blouse with no bra, leaving enough buttons open that he would get a great look at her tits. She wore a black pencil skirt that showed off her beautiful ass and legs. On her feet she wore black patent leather pumps with a four-inch heel that made her calves look great. Naturally, she wore no panties. Her dark hair was pulled back in a bun, so her smooth neck and collarbones were visible. He loved kissing her there, and she wanted that today.

Putting on this sexy outfit, seeing how she looked and anticipating his reaction all turned her on so much that she could literally feel her pussy dripping. She positioned herself by a large set of glass doors overlooking her patio and backyard and left her door slightly open so that he could walk in and find her there.

He walked into her house, and saw her by the door. She took his breath away. He stood there for a minute, just taking her in, taking in the scene she set up for him. His cock grew, immediately.

She knew he was watching her, and that triggered her fantasy. She let out a low moan.

He walked up to her, and put his hands around her waist.

“Hello beautiful. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” she responded.

He immediately leaned forward and inhaled her scent. He loved the way she smelled. It held so many good thoughts and memories for him.

She leaned her head to the side, signaling that she wanted her neck kissed, and he gladly kissed her, kissing up and down her neck, gently sucking her earlobe. As he did so, he began to run his hands along her torso, just feeling her.

As he did so, Dina slid her hand around her back and felt his hard cock. She was rewarded with a happy moan.

Dina turned her head so they could kiss, and they did, softly, deeply and passionately. She began turning her body so they could face each other, but he held her the way she was.

“No”, he said. “Stay the way you are. Today your fantasy comes true. Today you cum by the window. Today WE show you to the world.”

Dina hoped he was right; she hoped her mind didn’t get in the way. “Alright” she responded.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“I trust you. I trust you completely” she answered.

“Will you listen to me? Will you do what I say? Will you let me help you cum?”

“Yes.”

He kept kissing her neck and running his hands from her Lara Travesti knees to her shoulders, across her breasts, gently feeling her nipples, and loving how they responded to his touch.

“Show them your tits. Unbutton your shirt, leaving the bottom three buttons closed.”

He knew that Dina had a “thing” about her stomach. He disagreed, but he wanted her to be comfortable.

She began unbuttoning her blouse, and he took the opportunity to watch her perfect breasts come into view.

When she’d unbuttoned, she pulled each side of the blouse open, exposing her tits.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Dina did, and he slowly slid her blouse down. When the sleeves were by her elbows, her gripped her wrists with his left hand and arched her back slightly.

He ran his fingers around her nipples, pulling on them gently.

He whispered in her ear “Everyone can see you. Everyone is looking at your tits, they’re watching me play with you and they’re all getting turned on.”

Dina moaned. He looked down at her breasts, and saw the goose bumps rising, the tiny hairs on her skin standing up.

He released her hands, slid the sleeves off, left the shirt bunched around her middle.

“Rub your tits. Rub them the way you do when you’re alone. Rub them the way you do when you want them to see you, to get turned on by you.”

Dina slid her hands up and began running the tips around her breasts, dragging her nails across her nipples, pulling them out. She gave them a hard tug, the way she liked and her pussy contracted. She could really feel her wetness now.

He inhaled deeply and said, “I can smell your pussy. You’re so turned on. I love it.” Dina smiled.

“Are you ready for more?”, he asked.

“Yes.”

“Unzip your skirt, drop if and step out of it.”

She did, and was soon wearing nothing but a pair of heels. She was naked in front of a huge piece of glass with a man hugging her from behind. She loved it, but she wasn’t sure her mind wouldn’t get in the way again.

“Do you want to touch your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“The do it. Rub your pussy. Rub it for you, rub it for me and rub it for them.”

Dina ran her hands down her body and slid her middle finger through her slit, which was already open for her. She spread her lips with her index and ring fingers and rubbed her clit firmly. He watched her reflection in the glass and decided to help.

His left hand joined her right and together they played with her pussy, his finger sliding inside her while she rubbed her clit. His right arm still holding her firmly and lovingly. Dina leaned back into his body and laid her head on his shoulder, and masturbated for all of her neighbors to see.

As she rubbed herself, he whispered in her ear “I brought you a gift. Would you like it?”

“Yes.”

He backed away a bit and she heard him open a box. Soon she felt a silk scarf sliding around her body. He held it up for her to look at. She loved it, but wasn’t sure why he was giving it to her now.

“Do you know what this is for? This is for you, for your mind. It’s for you to not worry about what’s out there, so you can focus on what you’re doing, so you can let your fantasy run wild.”

Dina laughed. “I don’t know, I have some pretty wild fantasies.”

“Good. Enjoy them now.” As he spoke, he slid the scarf around her eyes, tying it tightly under her bun. Everything went black, but the feel of the silk was amazing.

Dina kept rubbing herself, and she found that without seeing everything, without worrying, she could rally focus on her exhibitionist fantasy, and felt herself getting closer to orgasm.

Moments later, she was shocked when he stopped her.

She heard noises of chairs being moved, and he sat Dina down. He stood in front of her, and lifted her right leg and hooked the heel under the seat of another chair. Then he did the same for the left. He put his hands behind her, sliding her forward on the chair.

“I Manavgat travesti know this is how you masturbate in bed, and I want you to be comfortable. Are you?”

Truthfully, she was, but still felt a little exposed, and told him so.

“Right now, I’m right in front of you. No one can see you directly, but they know what is going on. They know, for example, that I’m doing this.”

And he slid his middle finger about an inch into her pussy, delighting in her wetness. He loved the way her inner lips opened, and how they felt to his fingers.

Dina arched her head back and sighed.

Dina continued to rub her clit while he played with the entrance to her pussy. Soon he put another finger inside her, opening her further, sliding his fingers gently in and out of her pussy.

Dina started to rub faster and faster, pushing down harder on her clit as she felt her orgasm coming.

He leaned forward, leaving his fingers inside of her opening and whispered in her ear “Come. You can do it. Let it happen. I want to feel your come on my fingers.”

As he spoke, he leaned the weight of his body onto hers, holding their hands tightly against her pussy.

As Dina started to convulse, he briefly kissed her on her beautiful soft lips, pushing her over the edge. She came, the orgasm causing her to tense up. As she came, he quickly slid his fingers deep inside her pussy, twisting them, adding to the sensation of her orgasm.

As she came, she felt his weight slowly being lifted off of her body, and sensed him moving around to her right side. His fingers never left the velvety soft warm wetness of her pussy.

As he stood next to her, he curled the tips of his fingers up and stared pressing on her g-spot, and slid his fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Take a break” he said, “I’ll take care of the next one.”

Dina took her hand away from her pussy, and as she did, he saw how wet her fingers were.

He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking gently and thoroughly on each finger, loving the taste of her pussy. He took each finger fully in her mouth, and licked to the tip of each manicured nail. Dina loved the feeling, and she loved having him taste her pussy that way. She thought it was so hot.

He kept manipulating her g-spot, and Dina felt another orgasm building. She loved the feeling, and realized it felt different somehow. Dina could easily make herself cum, but had never had a g-spot orgasm. She gave in to the feeling, and soon, wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her body.

Dina felt spent. She had two massive orgasms in a place she’d always wanted to.

She sat, contented, and enjoyed the blissful after effects. Soon she felt his fingers slowly withdraw from her pussy, and then felt him rubbing up and down her body.

She pictured herself, spread eagle, basically naked in front of the window. Dina had watched enough porn of similar situations to know what she liked, and knew how hot she must look. She only hoped that someone had seen her.

Dina felt him turning her head towards him, and as she did, she realized that he’d opened his pants and that his rock hard cock was by her mouth.

Needing no further encouragement, Dina took him inside her mouth. She brought her left hand up and put it around his back, pulling him deeply indie her. She took him all of the way in her mouth, expertly using her lips, muscles and tongue to make him feel amazing.

He loved Dina sucking his cock. Truthfully, he’d never been a huge fan of blowjobs, but he realized that he only been on the receiving end from women who either didn’t want to give one, or weren’t very good at it.

That all stopped with Dina. She was not only fantastic at sucking is cock, she was eager to do it. She waned to give him pleasure the way he wanted to give her pleasure.

As she sucked his cock, Dina heard his camera going off, and realized she’d heard it before as well.

She smiled to herself. Side travesti They loved taking pictures of each other and of them themselves and sharing with each other. Dina was particularly proud of a short video she’s made for him of her coming from a combination of her rubbing her clit and sliding a vibrator up her ass. She decided to take him all of the way in again so he’d have a good shot.

Dina’s expertise soon began having the intended effect, and he felt an orgasm building deep within him. However, didn’t want to cum yet, so he pulled out of her mouth.

He leaned down and kissed her, deeply and passionately, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Dina felt his hands running across her body, back and forth between her tits, across her legs, behind her knees and eventually back to her pussy.

He stood up again, and knelt between Dina’s legs. As much as Dina loved sucking his cock, he loved eating her pussy. Dina had a perfect pussy, and it was so responsive to being played with.

He slid the tip of his tongue across her clit, and flicked it. Dina loved the feeling. He began to lick her entire slit up and down, licking and sucking on each lip individually, paying attention to her whole pussy. He slid his tongue as deep as he could inside her, and fucked her with his tongue. As he did so, he made circles around and ran his thumb firmly across her clit. Dina was lost on the feeling.

Soon he moved back to her clit and sucked it into his mouth, tugging on it. As he tugged on it, he curled his tongue and slid it across her clit like a sleeve, darting it back and forth.

Dina came again and again from his mouth. She loved having her pussy eaten and the fact that he loved eating it only heightened her pleasure.

Her body felt like it was convulsing with orgasms.

As the orgasms were slowing down, Dina felt herself being stood up, and then felt herself seated on the edge oh her table, his naked body pressed up against hers. She felt his cock nestling between the inviting lips of her pussy, making it slippery with her juices.

He leaned forward, kissed her and whispered in her ear “We’re going to fuck now, in front of the window. Are you ready?”

Dina nodded and said, “Yes. Fuck me now. Fuck me right here.”

He positioned his cock at her pussy and slid it inside her, taking his time. When he was fully inside her, he held it for a moment.

“Best feeling in the world” he said, and began to fuck her slowly, pulling all of the way out and sliding all of the way back in.

He began increasing his speed and put his arm behind her, pulling them tightly together as his hips thrust into her.

The combination was enough to bring them both to the edge. He whispered in her ear “I’m ready. Are you? Do you want to come with me?”

Dina answered loudly and clearly, “Yes. Oh God, yes. Come with me.”

With that, Dina came, and he came too, just as hard, deep inside her, his cock filling her with his cum.

Eventually, the high stared to wear down, and the convulsing of his cock inside her stopped. They looked deep into each others eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too”.

“Thank you for that. It was amazing.”

“No, thank you. I’m so happy we finally got to do this together.”

Leaving his cock inside of her, he had Dina wrap her sexy smooth legs around his back, and her carried her to her bed. They lay next to each other and held each other and drifted off.

*****

Later on they woke up, and showered together, teasing each other. They talked about how Dina was so glad she was able to fulfill her fantasy, and how she wondered if anyone had seen what went on. Honestly, she didn’t care as much as she thought she would, but she hoped…

When they got out of the shower and dried off, Dina decided she was ready for more, and had a thought.

“Let me see the pictures you took of us.”

He went and got his camera, and handed it to her.

Dina brought up the pictures; she saw that there were 10 or 11 of them, but that she wasn’t “really” in any of them. Sure, some showed her from behind looking out of the window as she masturbated, but most showed joggers, men and women and landscapers, all obviously looking towards her house…

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Mark woke early, struggling for a few moments to register where he was. The clock said 5.45 and the room was dark, except for the pale green light as the clock face glowed. He took a few moments to let his eyes get used to the dark and smiled as the shape that lay next to him came into focus.

It had taken a long journey to get to this point – months of conversations, online at first, then e-mail after e-mail and eventually the phone calls. The time zone difference had been a killer, one never being in the same place and time as the other, snatching conversations whilst one or other was at work or in the rare moments when they’d both been home at the same time. Despite the difficulties, the connection had been obvious from day one, the spark between them intense, the discussions moving quickly on to likes and dislikes, to sexual preferences, to the fantasies that they shared. They knew that the ocean between them, the age difference and a myriad other things made anything permanent unlikely, but the passion and desire between them was beyond strong, leading to many masturbation fuelled fantasies of the other.

It hadn’t taken Mark long to realise that he had to meet this woman, touch her, kiss her. He knew that they deserved the pleasure they both desperately wanted to give to the other, even if it was just once. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about her till he’d put a touch, a taste, a smell to the words and images they’d exchanged. It took courage to book the flight – after all, there’s a safety behind a computer screen or a telephone. The distance limits the hurt that rejection or, worse, stronger feelings can cause. He did it though – found the flights, booked a hotel and invited her to meet him for dinner.

He smiled as he remembered that dinner, just last night. The plane had landed just a few short hours previously, but neither of them could wait any longer, regardless of the effects the jet lag would have. It couldn’t have gone any better, from the smile on her face as she walked into the hotel bar and saw him at the bar, to the electric charge between them as they hugged slightly nervously. She had looked amazing in her black cocktail dress and heels, hugging her gorgeous curves. Mark couldn’t take his eyes off her as they sat at the bar, nor as they ate dinner in a secluded corner, laughing, gently teasing each other with flirtatious comments, hands touching increasingly often as the level in the wine bottle slowly went lower and lower. The Shiraz they drank relaxed them both, taking the conversation from nervous and ever so slightly stilted to their standard relaxed banter, fuelled by desire for each other.

Once the pair had eaten, there was nothing more natural than to walk hand Bornova travesti in hand to the lift lobby, going upstairs to his hotel room, to finally get to turn all of their words into actions, exploring each other, connecting in the most intimate and carnal way possible.

Now, the morning after, Mark smiled as he looked at Linda’s sleeping form, remembering the sensations of the previous evening. He’d known she was beautiful from the photos they’d shared, but nothing had prepared him for the beauty he saw as they undressed each other. The way she carried herself, the desire that was obviously inside her made her the sexiest woman he could remember. The sex had been intense, driven by passion and a fulfilment of several months’ worth of teasing and imagining. They’d both orgasmed quickly, exploding with pleasure whilst joined together. Much as they would both have liked to carry on, the strains of the nerves that both had felt all day, plus the jetlag from his flight meant that they quickly fell asleep, curled up together.

It was that jetlag that had woken Mark so early and he lay there gazing at the sleeping woman beside him, smiling. He didn’t feel awkward about the night before – just certain that coming to see her had been the right thing to do. She was laying face down, her gorgeous blonde hair splayed across the pillow and down to her shoulders, poking out from the sheets. He knew that she never normally slept naked, but there had been no incentive to leave the embrace they shared last night to find clothes, so he knew that her beautiful body was completely bare under the covers.

As he watched her sleep, a thought crossed his mind, making the smile broaden. They’d spoken many times about how they both preferred morning sex and he decided that he should show her just how he thought a woman should be woken.

Mark lifted himself to his knees, taking care to move slowly so as not to disturb her, not yet anyway. He bent over and kissed her head gently and then moved the covers slowly down, uncovering her back. He started to gently run his hands over her skin, not massaging as such, just touching, rubbing gently, up and down, covering every inch of her back, sliding his hands down her sides as well. He could feel her start to stir as he caressed her, enjoying the feel of her silky soft skin under his palms. He leaned over again, gently brushing her hair from her neck, kissing that sweet spot at the nape, before resuming the caress. Her breathing changed as he moved, suggesting that she might have woken.

“Good morning beautiful”

She murmured a response, not really words, just that post-sleep, not quite awake moment when feelings are expressed with noises.

“Don’t move darling”, Buca travesti he said, “just lay there and enjoy…”

He felt her body react under his hands as he continued to run them across her back, gradually going lower, pushing the covers further down so that he could see and stroke her butt, the part of her body she considered her best feature. Mark wasn’t about to argue about that as he ran his hands over the gorgeous curves, before continuing down to caress each of her long legs. As he moved up and down her body, he heard her murmur again, this time almost a whimper of a noise, heading in the general direction of a moan. He felt her legs part ever so slightly as he ran his hands over the upper part of her legs, but he ignored it, moving his hands upwards again, over her back, rubbing her shoulders before kissing the nape of her neck. Linda’s eyes were open now, and she smiled he came into her eye line.

He moved his body so he was laying beside her again, brushing her hair away from her face with a finger, before leaning in to kiss her gently. She responded in kind, melting into the touch of his soft lips, feeling a warmth pass through her body. He slid his arms round her and gently turned her so that she lay on her back, kissing her all the while. The kisses were soft, gently exploring each other’s mouth, both of them now fully awake and full of desire for the other.

Mark pulled away, smiled and resumed his caress of her body, now running his hands over the front. She made as if to speak, but he put a finger on her lips and smiled. She returned his smile, and lay back, awaiting his touch. He took his time, caressing her all over, mostly with the palm of his hand, but occasionally using his index finger to circle her nipples, nipples that were now hard with excitement. He ran his hands over her stomach, her hips, calves, feet, always gently, feeling her muscles contract and relax in anticipation. He took care to avoid the area between her legs, running his hands up the inside of her thighs, but stopping short of the ultimate prize. Each time he stopped, or diverted his touch, Linda whimpered, ready to beg for his fingers to find her clit. Her hips started to thrust, trying to find his hands, but he continued to move around the rest of her body.

“Please…..”, she sighed. “Please touch me.”

He smiled; those were the words he’d been waiting to hear. He slid his hand down from her stomach to between her legs. He kept his fingers straight and clamped together, running the entire of his hand up and down her moist lips. She sighed and wiggled, to try and maintain the contact. He leaned over, keeping his hand stationary between her legs, and kissed her, harder than at any other time Konak travesti that morning, enjoying the response from her body and her lips. Their kiss continued for some time, with duelling tongues and gently but insistent nibbles on lips, but his hand didn’t move, despite her bodily protestations and obvious desire for more.

He broke the kiss and started to slide down the bed, kissing her body as he went, flicking a tongue over each nipple, kissing her stomach, her thighs, her knees, her feet, before positioning himself between her legs, tongue drawing circles on her inner thigh. He took a long lingering look at her shaved pussy before, with a wicked smile, blowing gently and repeatedly onto her hardened clit. The pleasure she felt as the cold air flowed over her most sensitive spot was both exquisite but also tortuous – she needed more, and needed it quickly.

“Suck it, suck my clit for me baby.”

Again, he didn’t need asking for a second time and moved his lips forward to circle that hard bud of flesh, running his tongue around it. She bucked immediately, the sensation being almost too much, but he refused to let go, caressing her clit with his lips and tongue. Her moans were getting louder as he teased, looking for the spot or the motion that would send her to ecstasy. He moved away for a moment, caught his breath and then ran his tongue up and down her slit, tasting all her juices, before returning to her clit. Her hands were on his head, running over the short hair, trying to hold him in the perfect spot.

He could feel that she was getting close, but wanted to me certain that he made this a memorable orgasm. His hands slipped from her thighs underneath her, caressing her cheeks as he lifted her pelvis towards his mouth. His tongue was working faster and her breath getting shorter and quicker, a sure sign she was approaching the point of no return. He stretched a finger and rubbed up against her asshole, gently teasing. Her legs wrapped round his torso, pulling him into her and opening her butt to his touch, enabling him to slide his finger inside her. As he did so, he redoubled his attention on her clit, drawing figures of eight with his tongue.

The twin sensations pushed her over the edge and her orgasm blew through her like a whirlwind, moaning his name as the pleasure took over, her heart racing at a speed far higher than exercise had taken her for a long time. He felt her body relax, her legs fall from around him, her hands reaching for him.

Reluctantly, he began to move, running his tongue over her lips one last time to taste her sweetness, before moving up her body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. He lay beside her, opening his arms for her to slide into, brushing her hair as she gradually regained composure.

“So,” he said, “can this be a morning plan for the next few days?”

She smiled, pulled him close and drifted towards sleep, contemplating what she could do to pay him back for the best wakeup call she’d ever experienced.

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Karen sat impatiently in the radiology department waiting area, thumbing through a women’s magazine with a sigh. Her husband sat beside her watching the television that was on the wall in the left corner, laughing at the afternoon comedy, he didn’t seem to mind the wait, but boy Karen sure did.

She had just been to the hospital the week before for an abdominal ultrasound, and now today she had to take off work yet again to return for another one. Her doctor said this one was to be vaginal, they could get a better look at what was going on inside her. It was a pain, taking off, and then arriving to find the waiting area so packed. It had already been over an hour and a half. She thanked god silently that she wasn’t having to hold her bladder today or she would have bust.

Finally a young woman called her name and Karen rose and followed her through the familiar department. Karen recognized her from the week before, she had performed her abdominal. Karen hated that, her bladder about to bust, nasty jelly all over he abdomen, the girl pushing in roughly making her want to pee. She cringed at the thought. She had never had an ultrasound vaginally so she was a bit apprehensive, but at the same time she thought couldn’t be any worse than a pap smear.

“Go ahead and remove your clothing from the waste down.” The young woman stated in a clinical tone. “Your underwear as well please, Zach will be in in a moment. Cover with that blanket, and hop on the table. “

Karen removed her shoes first, and then her pants and pink panties. She folded them nicely and hopped on the table covering with the white blanket. The room and the table she was sitting on was a bit cold. The looked over a bit nosey at the monitor beside the table and tried to make out what it said on the screen. All she could make out was her name, everything else was foreign to her.

After what seemed like a half hour of sitting half naked on the table a man that looked to be about her age entered the room. She read his name tag and noticed it said “LSU RADIOLOGY Esat travesti STUDENT”. Karen couldn’t help but notice he was very attractive. He had curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. He was very tall and his upper body even in the white coat looked very muscular. He also smelled very good. Normally Karen would never notice these thing. She was married and very much in love after all. It must have been her nerves over the vaginal ultrasound, or maybe it was her hormones , but she found herself very attracted to this man.

“Hello Karen how are you today. Were going to get started just shortly, I am Zach. Have you ever had an ultrasound vaginally?” He asked.

“No.” She said shaking her head growing a little more nervous.

“Ok all I need you to do is scoot back a bit and lay back. I will be using this transducer.” He held up a long white object that looked very much like a dildo Karen had once seen at one of them sex toy parties, she felt her cheeks start to burn.

“That’s not gonna work!” She heard herself exclaim, before she realized what she said. The tech looked at her and chuckled. He gave her a flirtatious wink and patted her leg.

“It is inserted about three inches inside of you, and we do all the rest. You will need your feet up in the stir-ups please. Don’t be nervous.” He said smiling. “It is painless we use the jelly.” he said showing her the tube.

Karen lay back and did as Zach had asked. She noticed that the girl hadn’t made it back into the room just yet and was already beginning to feel very self aware. “Scoot back just a little more?” Zach asked as he put jelly on the transducer. “Ok I am going to go ahead and start, Sheila will be back in just a moment.”

The position Karen was in she could watch the tech easily. She felt him lift the covers and lightly felt his warm hands on her legs parting them a bit. Just his touch made her shiver. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. Just the mans presence was making her a bit warm. She felt him gently insert the end of the transducer Kızılay travesti inside of her. But maybe a little to gentle because Karen immediately felt her body down below start to respond. “God please no, please no.” Karen thought to herself. “I can’t get turned on from a medical procedure.” Karen was quiet embarrassed and clinched her eyes tight.

“Are you alright honey?” The tech asked with a smile. She felt him pull the object out of her pussy slowly and then push it back in only to miss and hit her clit several inches higher.

“Yes.” She said with a gasp. Surely that was an accident she thought to herself. Just as she was growing increasing warm Sheila entered the room to check on Zach. “Looks like you have it started well.” She said to Zach, she stood in the room and just observed keeping her eye on the monitor. Karen also noticed as well that Zach’s eyes now stayed on the ultrasound monitor as he captured the imagery .

The procedure seemed to be taking a very long time. And through-out the whole thing Zach was very gentle. But he seemed to pull it out and put it back in a little more than he should. And Karen knew now that her pussy was very wet. She couldn’t help it. Also he seemed to be hitting her g-spot, something that before today she had never found. Several times she had felt his hand slip and twice she felt his actual fingers brush her pussy. She was beginning to feel violated. But at the same time knew that it was probably just her and her hormones, and she was very much enjoying the sensations.

“All done.” Zach said pulling the rod out carefully. “You can sit up now.” Karen sat up very flustered and knew that her face was red. Both techs looked at her as she sat up.

Flustered Karen said, “Whew its hot in here.”

“I will be right back,” Zach said looking at Karen intently. “Just have to check and see if everything turned out before I have you dress.” Zach and Sheila left the room. Sheila nodded and smiled.

“Oh god could they tell!” Karen thought to herself as she brushed Alsancak travesti the sweat from her brow. She was so embarrassed that her body had betrayed her like that.

After a few moments the student re-entered the room. She watched as he shut the door behind him. “Everything seems to have turned out ok.” He said with a smile. “You may get dressed if you like or…” Zach pulled Karen to him and kissed her lips gently. “Doing that had the strangest affect on me.” He said, “And I could tell it did on you as well.”

“I am very embarrassed.” Karen stated looking sheepishly at the floor.

“Don’t be..” He stated. “Its chemical, hormones. I felt it, you felt it…” Karen stared down and at the hard on in Zach’s pants. “It would have to be fast, very fast,” he said. “but if we don’t we will always wonder.”

Karen nodded kicking her blanket off of her exposing the lower half of her body. Zach came at her fast and hard kissing her pulling her blouse over her head. Karen gasped barely unable to contain her excitement. Zach reached around her unclasping her bra and roughly fondling her breasts. He released his hold on her just a moment, running across the room and locking the door. Pushing her back onto the table putting her feet into the stirrups he grazed himself over her pussy. She could feel his hardness through his pants. She begged him enter her, begged him to free his cock.

Karen moaned with pleasure when he finally entered her cumming almost instantly her body trembled. Zach covered her mouth trying to silence her as he quickly pounded his hard cock in and out at a frantic pace.

“Fuck.” She heard Zach say just as he pulled out. “I’m going to cum.” She felt the warm cum spill onto her leg out of Zach’s cock.

“Damn.” She moaned. Zach’s spent body leaned against her.

“Wow, that was hot!” He laughed. She watched as he quickly resituated his clothing. Karen nodded at a lost for words not sure what to say.

“Ok honey, you can get dressed now, if the lab needs anything they will call you. If not you will hear from you doctor. The young tech quickly left the room as if nothing had ever happened.

Karen quickly dressed and met her husband out in the lobby. “Did it hurt?”

“No not a bit,” She smirked. “Lets get out of here.” And they quickly left the lobby.

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The film ended and the TV screen went blank. Casi looked at herself in the window mirror once again and smiled at her would be voyeur as she removed her fingers and put them into her mouth to suck off her juices. She had had two or maybe three orgasms whilst watching Alex’s home-made pornos. They were guaranteed to make her come. But as usual, she did not feel completely fulfilled. If anything, it left her wanting more.

Pulling off her soaking panties she stood and went into the downstairs bathroom to clean herself up. Then brushing her teeth, went upstairs to the bedroom. In the room Casi disrobed quietly in the dark, she was desperate for her husband to wake and give her a good seeing too, but was also keen for him to get the sleep he needed. So, having thrown her wet panties into the wash, followed by her dress that bore signs of wetness too. She slipped off her bra and threw that in as well. Then she walked into her walk-in wardrobe, pushing the door to and turning on the light.

Going through her nightwear drawer she picked out a negligee that was a deep rosy red in colour and slipped that on. It barely covered her bum and pussy, and would normally be worn with the matching panties, but Casi didn’t bother with those. Checking herself in the mirror, it was evident that her nipples had yet to calm down and were even now trying to break out through the thin silken weave. She brushed each with a fingertip and smiling turned off the light and walked back into the bedroom.

Alex was a light sleeper, so invariably he woke when she entered the room and definitely when she got into bed. But again, her hopes were dashed on that score. As she settled down, she contented herself by pushing her bum up tightly against him, feeling the bulge of his cock and balls against her cheeks. The heat from his body permeated through her, adding to her already ‘hot’ body. “Not again,” she whispered to herself, putting both hands to her crotch and pushing hard down, “Let me sleep!” It took a while as numerous fantasy scenarios of what she was going to do with her husband, kept playing through her head, but eventually she fell sleep.

Casi woke to the sound of the shower running and Alex washing himself. She thought that maybe she would join him there, he wouldn’t be able to ignore her then. But as the thought solidified, the shower was turned off and Alex could be heard towelling himself down. He entered the bedroom quietly, completely naked, drying his hair. He had a toothbrush in his mouth and was doing both things, obviously on a mission. He wanted to get into work early to complete the final phases of the project that had begun with his presentation.

Casi’s eyes immediately latched on to that bit of his body that her body craved for. Alex’s exposed cock had the foreskin drawn back exposing the glans. More of note to Casi, was that his penis was at ‘half-mast’. Why he was semi erect, she didn’t know, but the sight of his gorgeous weapon re-lit her fire and added fuel to it.

“Well at least someone is pleased to see me!”

Alex stopped in his tracks, holding onto a pair of socks and some underwear. Smiling he turned and said, “Well good morning! You know that the both of us are always pleased to see you, all of you.” He moved to the bed, dropping his clothes at the bottom.

“What, all of this?” Casi said throwing back the bed clothes. Her little nightie had ridden up to just below her breasts, her fanny was now fully exposed.

“Yes, Osmanbey travesti all of that,” Alex said swooping in for a morning kiss and grasping an already hard nipple between thumb and finger. Casi reached out grasping his cock at the base, her fingers caressing his balls, but he pulled quickly away. “Uh, uh, uha!” He admonished. “Sorry my love, but must be getting to work.” He kissed her again, tenderly, then walked into the wardrobe collecting his socks and pants on the way. Casi kicked her feet in frustration and threw the covers back over herself. This was getting serious, she thought.

In a matter of moments, Alex was dressed and nipping downstairs he made a quick, toast breakfast and some tea. Having finished his toast, he went back upstairs to take Casi her tea. She had already got up and was in the shower, so he shouted out, “Tea is on your dressing table! See you later!”

“BYE,” Casi responded, have a nice day.”

With that Alex clattered back down the stairs, picked up his ‘Surface’ and jacket and left. He jumped in his BMW and reversed down the drive, then sped up the lane.

Casi soaped away the grime of her night of self-pleasure. Washing away the imagined semen that had splashed upon her in the porno she had watched as if it had truly happened last night. Seeing Alex’s cock and touching it oh so briefly had made matters so much worse. She needed him so badly, that she could hardly stand. She seemed on constant heat and needed to be fucked good and hard. Even as she washed she could feel her juices flowing, making a mess of her pussy again. She was fighting a losing battle and would have to step up the game.

Finishing her shower, she wrapped some towels about her and did her teeth. She then towelled down her hair and picked up the hairdryer to give it a quick blast. This really added volume and as she stood in the early morning sunlight, it created a halo of gold about her head. As she looked in the mirror, she was thinking thoughts that would more likely akin her to the Devil than to Angels or Saints. Particularly at that moment as a thought came into her head and a wicked smile fell upon her lips. Dropping her towel, she strutted naked to the bed and lay down upon it.

Picking up her phone she took a picture of herself and sent it to her husband saying ‘Look what you’re missing?’ She then held a breast in her hand and squeezed the nipple, taking another picture. ‘I wonder if I can suck my own nipples?’ She messaged to Alex. Then she placed a couple of fingers on her clit, opening wide her labia and taking a close up of that. She was surprised at herself for being this blatant and openly sexual. She had never taken pictures like this before, but her need was great. ‘Guess it’s down to me, again.’ She hesitated a few seconds wondering whether she should be sending something as explicit as that, but then hit the send button.

Her fingers had remained on her pussy. It had not been her intention to play with herself again, but she was so worked up, it was probably inevitable. Her fingers circled her already erect clit, and a trickle of her juice running down across her bum cheek told her that she was ripe for another masturbation session. Sighing in resignation, she rolled to her bedside drawers and pulled out her favourite toy. It had a white handle on where the controls were, which Casi liked because she could easily dial in her required different sorts of Ayrancı travesti vibrations, thus meeting her needs. The other half of the vibrator was pink and had a head to be inserted and another head that curled around so that when the toy was inside, this part would be in contact with her clitoris. Not quite a ‘Rabbit Vibrator’, but very similar in idea.

Casi wasted no time in lubricating the head with her juices before slowly sliding the toy into her expectantly waiting and aching vagina. “MMmmmmmohh.” She mumbled as she switched the toy on and the vibrations started. She aligned the heads so that when it was fully inserted, it brushed on her clit. The first contact was like she had been electrocuted. Her body jumped and spasmed. Her legs slamming shut tight on her hand, preventing any movement. The vibrations permeated throughout her body bringing her to a peak very quickly. She pulled out the vibrator with a squelch and then slipped it slowly back in again, then as she pulled it out, Casi decided to film a quick video on her phone of her inserting the toy to its hilt.

With her camera phone in place and filming, she slid the vibrator back in, however, the extra thrill of filming herself masturbating, something she had never done before, caused an unintended and extremely intense orgasm to hit her. “OHhh my God, Ohhhh, ummm, Oh, Oh,” Casi panted a she tried to control her breathing. Her cries of orgasm were being recorded on the phone even though the dropped device was now only filming her bum cheek. Casi pulled out the vibrator and then forcefully rammed it home again, this time making sure the curled head touched her clitoris. “Ooooooowww, huhh, huh, ohhhh GOD!” Both her legs were spasming uncontrollably and as her thigh came down on her phone, she inadvertently sent the video to Alex.

Casi had forgotten about the phone in her lust and just wanted more. Jumping out of bed she pulled out the vibrator and left it on the covers. She then walked into the wardrobe and went through her lingerie draw. Her fingers felt the big rubber object before she saw it and she made a grab and pulled it out. Her hands were wrapped around an eight-inch realistic black rubber cock. “Oh boy are you going to get it!” Casi murmured. She then spotted the same suspender belt that she had worn in the home-made porno she watched last night and thought, that wearing that and the same stockings would make her even more turned on.

So, grabbing it, she slipped it about her waist and then snapped the clasp closed. Then opened her stocking draw and pulled out some black silk stockings that lay on the top. She quickly slipped one on her right leg clipping on the suspender, then moved to her left leg. Whilst clipping this on she felt a rivulet of her juices run down her leg and into the top band of the stocking.

It was unusual for Alex to get a text on his way to work, let alone three. He decided he had better pull over at the next available spot and check them out. It took a couple of minutes to find a spot in which to safely stop. He then picked up his phone and looked. He smiled when he saw it was his wife, probably sending a kiss and a good luck? When he opened the first text her read ‘Look what you’re missing?’ Scrolling down he was both shocked and amazed at his wife for sending a full frontal naked picture of herself as she lay on the bed, obviously fresh from the shower.

His loins however were less shocked and immediately Cebeci travesti stirred in their appreciation of this extremely erotic image, reminding him what he was missing out on. He scrolled further down to the next message, ‘I wonder if I can suck my own nipples?’ Casi’s picture of her holding her breast and playing with the nipple hit his spot. Immediately his erection was at full strength and that made him feel very uncomfortable in these trousers. He had to undo the zip so that her could stuff a hand in and make a few adjustments. As he was fiddling, he scrolled down with his other hand and saw her last message.

‘Guess it’s down to me, again?’ The explicit picture of his wife with her fingers on her fanny, almost made him come there and then. He quickly let go of his erection, just in case he did. His wife had never sent him something as explicit as this before, it was evident that he had some duties to perform at home that were equally if not more, important than work. He dialled into work and told his boss that he will be working from home today. Then turned the car around and headed back home in a hurry.

It wasn’t long before he was back and he crept into the house hoping to surprise his wife. He stripped off thinking there was no better way of doing that than to greet her completely naked. Putting all of his clothes on the chair, he was about to go upstairs when his phone buzzed at him. Looking at it, he could see another message from his wife, so he opened it. The picture showed her laying with legs wide with a sex toy in her hand. He pressed play and saw Casi slowly insert the vibrator into her.

He could see that it was already wet with her juices, so had been inside her just before. With that one thrust inside her she exploded into orgasm. “Christ!” he said as he continued to watch her pumping hand, then the picture went dark where she dropped the phone, but he could still hear his wife scream, ‘OHhh my God, Ohhhh, ummm, Oh, Oh,’ Followed shortly by ‘Ooooooowww, huhh, huh, ohhhh GOD!’ After that, the video stopped.

“Wow, you naughty girl…” Was all that Alex could say. His mouth had gone dry and looking down at himself, he was not surprised to see his cock at the hardest it had been for a while. The glans were exposed and the plum coloured head had that glossy sheen it gets when fully hard. The large veiny shaft was both long and wide. To be fair, he was somewhat blessed in that department. As he watched, his erection bobbed up and down, as if searching for a place to embed itself. “Soon,” Alex said, “Soon.”

He silently walked up the stairs, his cock waggling from side to side in its turgid state. As he neared his smile turned to one of shock, and then anger when he heard Casi saying “OOOOOhhhhhmyGodddd, ohh, owww yes baby, ugh, ugh. You know what I need so give it to me. I want your entire throbbing, hard length inside me. Yes, baby, yes, oooohhh please, stick it in me now!”

Casi was now dressed in her erotic attire of stockings and suspender belt. Looking at herself in the mirrored doors, she smiled. Her breasts were heaving sandy coloured orbs of firm rounded flesh. Her nipples, perched on the upturn, were large and painfully erect. She cupped a breast in each hand and gave the nipples a merciless squeeze between her fingers. As she looked at her flared, womanly hips and long stocking covered legs, she was pleased at how she presented. But the mirrored doors had suddenly given her an idea. Collecting the rubber dildo from where she had put it, she said, “Umm a bit of black never hurt anyone!” Then smiling, licked her fingers and spread her saliva onto the suction base of the cock. Sticking it at what she considered to be the right height on the mirror.

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Juliet was going on a train journey from London to Aberdeen to meet her boyfriend. It was summer time so she had dressed in light summer clothes. This outfit consisted of white lacy panties, white camisole top, stockings and suspenders because she hated wearing tights, and a floral print dress which was button through, a matching silk scarf was around her neck. As she was travelling early this was covered by her coat, to protect her from the early morning cold. A handbag and a pair of matching cream heeled court shoes completed her outfit. She was struggling with her suitcases along the platform and on arrival at the ticket barrier began to wish she had not agreed to take her boyfriends clothes up with her, his was the two large cases and hers was a weekend case. Still she was early and had plenty of time to get them onto the train and into the carriage where she had reserved her seat.

Once there she started to relax and opened the coat, cooling down from the exertions of the long hard struggle with the cases. The carriage was empty as the train started on its northward journey and the heaters soon had the carriage nice and warm, .Juliet slipped off the coat and after folding it placed it onto the luggage rack above her head, and slipped off her shoes before placing her feet up on the seat opposite, she began to read her newspaper. After a while with the steady rocking of the speeding train and the early morning start to her day started to have an effect on her and she slowly started to drift off to sleep knowing it was miles to the first stop.

She woke just as the train was pulling into the station and through half closed eyes watched as passengers either left the train or climbed aboard. Still no one joined her in the carriage and it was not long before she was asleep once more.

She was not sure how long she had been asleep but she woke when the train suddenly jolted and began to slow. Looking out of the window she could only see open countryside, the turned her head towards the other side window.

She jumped in shock as sitting next to her feet was a man in his late thirties or early forties looking at her long legs. She quickly moved her self and tried to cover her legs as she got them off the seat and back to the floor.

The stranger told her not to hide such beauty or feel shy about showing the stocking clad legs to him, it had been a long time since such a wonderful sight had been seen. His voice was firm yet relaxing to her. The man introduced himself to Juliet as David. He was travelling to Aberdeen on business and could think of no better way than to share a carriage with such a lovely maiden.

Juliet was charmed by his voice and firm manner, and lifted her Çankaya travesti feet back onto the seat knowing as she did that David could see her stocking tops, but his smile reassured her that he liked what he saw, and in a way the thought of him looking at her like that started to make her feel sexy. This was something her boyfriend had wanted her to do several times when they were out together, and here she was partially exposing herself to a total stranger. Her mind started to work overtime to all the things her boyfriend had wanted her to do. She raised her knees slightly and brought her feet to the edge of the seat, knowing that this position would give David and even better view of her legs. Juliet closed her eyes once more pretending to go back to sleep but secretly hoping to find out if looking was all he was interested in doing. But it was not long before sleep did take over her once more and she slept for about 30 minutes. When she woke the blinds had been pulled down stopping anyone in the passageway from seeing in, her dress had ridden up and her knees were slightly apart, David was watching her, she smiled then realised that David could see right up her legs to her scanty panties. She went to pull down the dress but with a firm ‘No’ from him she stopped what she was intent on doing.

David then said ‘I thought the sun was going to come out but some clouds hid it from view.

Juliet said that she was going to go to the toilet, and as she made her way along the carriage she thought of his words, and with a sudden realization knew what he was really saying. He wanted to be able to see her naked under her dress.

After she had finished she stood up and washed her hands her stomach was a mass of butterflies as she dried her hands. Then in a trance like state she lifted her dress and pulled her panties down again then slipped her feet out of them. She screwed them into her hands, and left the toilet quickly before her nerve failed and the need to put them back on again.

On reaching the compartment she found that David had poured her another drink which she drank down quickly to steady her nerves. Before she slipped off her shoes and carefully placed her feet up on the seat again. She was looking out of the window at all the fields and small villages speeding past the window, her body was swaying to the rhythm of the train. David was sat back in his seat looking at Juliet and the scenery passing by then back to Juliet again.

Juliet was relaxing again and started to drift off once more, then a jerk of the train and she was awake again.

This happened two or three times before sleep finally took over.

She was not sure how long she had been Dikmen travesti asleep but she woke and just opened her eyes . David was looking straight up her skirt, the feeling that came over her was so exciting she felt a climax building up inside her. She moved and felt her dress ride high up her legs, well if he could not see before he must be able to now, she thought, then just to make sure she relaxed her legs and allowed her knees to part.

She then pretended to awaken once more , just to see his reactions. As she moved he said ‘ Well the sun is now in its full glory’ he was smiling as he spoke, and she returned the smile. “Maybe the top of the dress is a little tight and you might want to relax even more.” He said in that firm voice of his.

Without giving any thought as to where she was or the fact that someone just may walk past their carriage she undid the top few buttons on her dress stopping only at the waist. “There, ” she said. “I am nearly naked for your eyes.”

“What a beautiful thought and sight that would be. But you would not dare do such a thing even if I ordered you to do so.”

Juliet is still unsure as to why she replied. “You will never know until you try.”

“Juliet, I order you to remove the rest of your clothes.” He said very firmly.

She stood and finished off undoing the buttons then slipped it from her shoulders , this was followed by the camisole. She went to un fasten her stockings from the suspender belt. “I really do think you should leave them on, they make a perfect frame to show off your beautiful Mons Venus.”

At that point they heard from the corridor a voice say in a loud voice ‘Tickets please.’

And David told Juliet to get back into her dress but not the camisole. Which he had picked up and folded it neatly.

After the ticket inspector had been to them the atmosphere in their carriage was charged with expectancy. (Juliet really wanted David to see her naked again.)

” Juliet, you really are a most wonderful lady. I must admit that I wanted to make love to you. But to be fair to you we are now within a half hour of our station and that just is not long enough.”

Juliet just opened her dress then reached down to David’s trousers and started to

Undo them, “Please do it to me, ” she begged, “I feel like I am on fire.”

She pulled his trousers down to his knees then straddled him. Finding his very stiff penis, she guided it in to her wet hungry body. It was she that was doing the love making and using David to satisfy her needs. Her climax was so intense that she collapsed against him totally spent and unable to move at all for several minutes. David was bemused by this, and after giving Eryaman travesti her time to recover he helped her to climb off him and let him get dressed again. He was the one that did up the dress, just as the train was pulling into the station.

David gathered the suitcases and got them onto the platform then went back into the carriage to collect Juliet, she was still feeling the effects of the climax. On the platform he found a porter and asked if he could manage the cases to the concourse.

David led Juliet down the platform where her very lucky boyfriend would be waiting.

On the concourse David paid off the porter with a generous tip after he had hailed a taxi, David’s suitcases had been placed in the cab, when up strode the boyfriend.

Juliet was standing next to David when she heard her boyfriends voice.

But instead of the words she wanted to hear, he was shouting at her. The words he was saying were causing other people in the area to stop and stare.

He grabbed his two cases from her and telling her that she was a tramp and dressed like a whore and that he wanted nothing to do with such a trollop. He then stormed off leaving Juliet standing by David with tears rolling down her face.

David being the gentleman he was helped to dry her eyes. Juliet said that except for the meeting of him the day was a complete waste of time and she had better start to think of returning back to London. David suggested that instead she might like to consider coming to his hotel and at least having a meal before such a long journey could be considered. She nodded her head in agreement and allowed herself to be seated in the cab.

During the car trip her mood brightened a little and by the time the hotel had been reached she had managed a smile.

But once alone in the room she fell into David’s arms and had another bout of sobbing. He had both his arms around her as his shoulder of his shirt became wet with her tears. Suddenly she stopped sobbing, and pulled away from David, she went into the bathroom and David heard the sound of the bath being filled.

He sat on the bed and thought that he had done wrong by doing all the things he had on the train, and further complicated matters by bringing her to his hotel. As these thoughts were going through his mind Juliet walked back into the room went up to David and kissed him full on the lips. She then picked up her case opened it and took out some clothes then disappeared back into the bathroom. She returned to David and said “Thank you for being so nice to me, and for today. But now ask what you want to do?”

“In what way, do you mean?” he asked.

“Well you seemed to be in total control on the train and….well…I just wondered.”

“If I would like more.” David read her thoughts and put them into words.

“Yes” she replied.

“Of course I would.”

Juliet then opened her dress and let it fall to the floor and asked David if he would like to wash her back.

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I was desperate! I had lost my job two months prior and my home was now going into foreclosure. My wife had taken our son and moved in with her sister and told me that I was worthless. And that is how I felt too.

It’s the economy, my boss told me as he handed me my severance check and turned to walk back into his fancy office with its large oak desk that took up a third of the room.

“Sorry man, but your name was the one that came out of the hat. It was nothing personal!”

But to me it was really personal. I packed up my things and a security guard escorted me to the door and as I stepped out of the building, he locked it behind me.

I looked up at the sky and dark clouds were forming and I knew I’d never make it to my car before the rains fail. Running to the covered lot, I had almost made it under then overhang when it let go. My new suit was soaked by the time I made it into the garage.

Angry, I threw the few things I had in the back seat and slipped on my jacket to warm me from the chill the rain had forced through my skin and was now attacking my bones.

I slipped into the driver’s seat, took a deep breath, yelled out “Dam them all!” Then I pulled out of my assigned spot so quickly that my tires squealed on the warm pavement.

I took a quick right turn and down the four flights of the garage where I had to pay to get out because “You are no longer an employee sir, so you must pay the toll for today’s parking,” the attendant informed me.

“That’ll be fifteen dollars, please,” she smiled like an imbecile. I pulled out a five and threw it into her basket and squealed my wheels as I drove off.

When I walked into my home, Elizabeth, my wife greeted me at the door. I could see she had been crying.

“Carla called me from the office honey! I know we will make it though. You have a lot of experience and you’ll be working again in a week or two just think of it as an early vacation.

“We can go to Florida a little earlier than we had planed and when we get back you’ll be ready to get back to work for a company that will appreciate your talents,” she assured me.

When we returned from our vacation things were not as light as they had been before we had left. Carla was angry because I was home every afternoon after my morning of interviews that had no fruitful results.

We were digging into our savings rather heavily and it was depleting even more quickly. That’s when Carla and the boys moved in with her mother. She was already talking about divorce.

That was six months ago. I found a place that I could rent a one-bedroom apartment for sixty dollars a month. I had to have someplace to sleep. Then I started prowling.

I didn’t feel good about it; but my money was slipping away quickly and Carla insisted I still help her with the kids.

At first it was petty things, stealing food from the corner grocery then sneaking into people’s home that were away. I tried not to take more than I needed to survive and to keep Carla Şişli travesti off my back.

But she swore that she wasn’t going to go to work and leave the kids alone. I tried to get a job in the corner grocery, but they didn’t need anyone. My finances were dwindling quickly.

And that’s when the idea came to me. Id’ just be sneak into the homes of those more fortunate than me and take a little here and there until I could get back on my feet.

It was easier than I ever dreamed it would be. I was amazed at how many people didn’t have alarms or even lock their doors at night. I could slip in with a screwdriver and a pick at most places.

Fortunately, most homes with alarms had them posted so I stayed away from those. I went to high-class neighborhoods and was surprised at how easy it was to get into those big homes and find their spare change laying out there in the open.

A few of them had alarm systems. But most left the security to dogs and high fences. Dogs love me and I’m tall enough to make it over most fences.

And by change I mean hundreds and sometimes more money just lying out there in the open almost like they wanted to give it away.

By the third week of my robbing, I was bringing home at least half of my prior salary. And I didn’t have to work as hard.

Then one night I snuck into this home that was completely dark. I was sure no one was home. But I slipped through the rooms with stealth and as I quietly opened doors looking for places where cash may be kept, I opened one door that had candles flickering.

Lying in the bed was a woman. I nearly didn’t see her until I had the door open far enough for me to slip into the room.

The candlelight showed me that she was lying there, naked. She was massaging her full breast with one hand and the other was stroking her clit slowly. Soft moans came for her throat.

She hadn’t noticed that I had entered the room, she was much to involved with her masturbation to realize anything else.

I sat on the floor at the bottom of the bed and watched her fingers playing in her own juices and listening to her cries of pleasure.

I could smell her musk and my prick got hard. I had been months since I had been with Carla and this woman appeared to be even more beautiful than my wife. And definitely better endowed.

When her passion exploded, her back arched and her fingers moved faster in and out of her pussy and I could hear the juices as her fingers dove deep in her cunt. I watched as her back arched bring her hips up and her body undulated with pleasures she was giving herself.

Hungry for sex almost as much as I had been for food, I couldn’t resist the pull of her musky pussy.

I slowly slid along the floor until I felt that I was around her pubic area. I slid my finger between her pussy lips and stroked her hard clit and she seemed to have been expecting someone to do that because she removed her own fingers and spread her legs open wider allowing Taksim travesti me entrance to her lust.

I ran my tongue over her clit and her hips came up to meet my lingua. Her soft moans filled the warm candled air making me stiff.

It had been too long since I had coupled with my wife. I loved the smell of this woman who really enjoyed her body.

I spread he legs wide and released my prick. Precum glistened on the head in the flickering candlelight.

As I positioned myself between her long slender legs, she wrapped them around my hips and pulled me to her wet cunt. “Fuck me good!” she whispered in my ear and then nibbled my lobe.

And I did as she requested. I slipped off my shorts and released my horny cock and shoved it deep in the juices of her lust.

Up and down I rode her hard and fast until my seed exploded in her clean-shaven pussy. As I began to roll off her she cried, “NO! Take my ass too! I need a good fucking!”

She rolled over and I spread her cheeks. She pointed to the lubricant on the nightstand and handed me a condom. As soon as my trembling fingers could get it on, I rammed my stiff cock deep into her ass. She cried out as I forced it into the tight hole.

Almost as quickly as I got started, I spilled my seed deep in her ass.

“Oh, you do that so good. Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she cried as I filled her with all I had.

Squeezing her cheeks together, she forced the hot cum out and it trickled down her ass to the sheets.

“Lick it up and you can fuck me,” she whispered.

I spread her cheeks wide and licked my seed out of her ass. Then rolled her over. Her pussy was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Her clit stood at attention wanting to be petted.

I licked its little head; her back arched. Her hips moved quickly up and down then she spread her legs open and I tongue fucked her.

“Stay with me and you won’t have to break into people’s homes anymore. You can have everything I have and fuck me every night. You are the kind of man I’ve been looking for; someone who needs me and has a big dick.”

“All of the men in my income bracket have little bitty dicks. I need a real man to tame my passion; are you up to that?”

A smile crossed my face and I licked my lips. Spreading her legs wider, I unzipped my jeans and pulled the denim off me. Tearing off my jockeys my cock fell free and a smile crossed her face.

“I’m impressed! Come make me happy and see how my favor falls upon you!” she licked her lips as she smiled and took my hand pulling me on top of her.

He cunt was wet and ready to be penetrated. My prick slid in with no problems. My body began to pump in and out. With each down stroke my speed picked up.

Her long sculptured legs wrapped around my back as she guided me to those places needing release as her body ungulated under me. Her long nails dug into my back as she pulled me deeper in her pussy.

My eyes lost sight of her face as I buried mine in her full breast Gümüşsuyu travesti and the slapped me on each down stroke.

Sweat poured down my neck, over my hardening nipples and finely splattered on her lily white skin.

Her hard nipples called to my mouth and I covered them one at a time. I nibbled and suckled even bit hard and tried to pull the whole tit into my mouth.

“More, faster, do it baby show me what I need and want!” she yelled as her body rose to match my strokes.

I fucked her for what seemed like the rest of the night and when I could go no more, she climbed on top of my heaving chest and stoked my limp prick alive again and rode me like a bronco rider.

My heart pounded in my chest and I thought it would explode. I had never fucked like this before in my life.

Her skin was slick with sweat and cum and she rolled it all over mine. Then licked it off again.

Hours past, the morning came through the slit in the thick satin curtains.

As she rolled off of my prick and the hot seed dripped down her lushes ass I wanted to lick her, but she pushed me away.

“Shower!” she cried and headed for the bathroom.

I sat there, numb and sticky.

She called back to me, “Well are you coming or not?”

My heart beat like a drum as I ran to the shower and joined her.

She knelt before me and slurped my limp dick into her mouth and sucked me hard as she washed my legs. Within minutes, my seed spilled into her mouth and down her chin and she enjoyed playing in it.

She rubbed it on her belly and between her swollen pussy lips. And she cooed like a baby enjoying a bottle.

She stood before me and washed my sticky skin and then ran the cloth between her sexy legs.

“I want you to fuck me like that for the rest of our lives; will you do that? Can you?”

I smiled, “I’d like to give it a try!”

“Oh, but you just did. I need a man that is as horny as me. I know you’re him because you know what you want and what you need to give your woman to keep her happy. Make me happy and I’ll keep you happy!”

I hesitated and thought seriously before I spoke.

“But you don’t know anything about me. I could be a murderer or a madman.” I informed her.

“Oh, you are a madman. Any man who would walk into my bedroom in the middle of the night and ask for money has to be mad. You didn’t know if I had a gun in my hand or not. But you knew you need money and were determined to get some. I admire that.”

I bowed my head in shame, but she lifted my face to look at hers and said, “I want you to marry me and take care of me. I want to learn how to love you and be your slut-slave!”

My cock became hard hearing her talk nasty. I knelt before her and licked her clit; hot water splashed on my back and in her face as I tongue fucked her cunt.

Three weeks later, she gave me seven thousand to pay off my wife and to support my kids.

We were married the following spring in front of all of her friends. I no longer work except just to get out of the house. And I don’t do that much either because I’d rather fuck Lydia than make a living I don’t need to make.

We’ve been married six years now and we are as happy as that first night. Dreams do “cum” true if you only believe.

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I saw him nearly every night. He was over 6 feet tall, big muscled, and always tired. Usually, he wore a base ball hat turned backwards on his head. I guessed him to be around 30, maybe 35. He was handsome and very manly. Every night during the week, I’d see him walk to the subway station. I usually called a cab. I hate to get off work at 3:00 in the morning and then deal with the subway. After about three weeks of watching him wander down into the subway, I decided it was time to follow him. He deserved something a little special in his life. At least, that’s what I thought.

For background… I’m sexy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bragging. I’m just sexy. In heels, I’m about 5’7”, long jet black hair, latin coloring, chocolate brown eyes, and a curvy body that can stop traffic. My body is my business. I’m an exotic dancer at one of the better clubs in town. I love to dance and I love to meet people. Being a dancer is perfect.

It was early morning on Wednesday. I stepped out of the club wearing a long black overcoat and three inch heels. I hate to change before I leave. Looking towards the subway station, I watched for my early morning companion. Sure enough, he was just heading down into the tunnel. Tonight’s hat was a NY Mets hat. Grasping the collar of my coat, I walked towards the tunnel and headed down to the station. I watched him pay at the turnstyle and then head towards his car. I paid and followed. The station was pretty empty. I was surprised. I didn’t think the subway was ever slow.

The train came and stopped. When the doors slid open, he stepped in and took a seat on the side. Hurrying, I stepped into the same car and sat down. No one else got on the car when the doors slid close. It was just the two of us.

I looked at him and smiled. He really was a handsome man. He was wearing a leather jacket that was open. His black t-shirt underneath was tight across his chest. His jeans were a little dirty and his boots were covered in mud. He looked like a man that worked hard. Standing, I grabbed hold of a pole and leaned against it.

“You take the train all the time. I see you at night. Is it always this empty?”

He looked at me, a little surprised that I had said something.

“Yeh, I’m usually all by myself for the whole trip. No one takes this route this time of night.”

“Mmm, I didn’t know that. Maybe I’ll start taking it more often. I get off at night around Bakırköy travesti this time too.”

He was watching me, wondering what I was talking about, why I was talking. I leaned my head back, arching away from the pole, letting my hair swing down my back. I was grabbing the pole in my two hands, steadying myself. When I leaned forward again, my coat opened a little. I wandered around the pole so I was leaning my back against it. He was watching me. I smiled and slowly unbuttoned my coat. It swung open. His eyes went to my body. Under my coat, I was wearing a blue g-string, that’s it.

“When I get off work, I’m usually a little antsy. Lots of energy.”

I have no idea if he heard me. His eyes were glued to my body. I felt myself getting really excited. I went back around the pole and slowly slipped my coat down off my shoulders and onto the seat behind me. Lifting my leg up, I wrapped it around the pole and leaned back again. Using my other leg, I slowly lowered myself down the pole, rubbing my g-string-covered pussy against the pole. I was wet.

“Mmmm, I love the way that feels. Rubbing against something hard feels so good.”

I really had his attention now. He hadn’t said a word, but his eyes never left me. I looked at his jeans and he had a huge bulge growing in his crotch. Oh yea, I was definitely glad I took the subway tonight.

The train was still moving along, no stops along the route. I had no idea where we were going or how long but I didn’t really care. I rubbed myself against the pole again, wrapping my leg tighter around it and rubbing my tits against it. I swung around and leaned back against it again. I ran my hands down my body, massaging my tits, squeezing my nipples. Skimming my hands down my stomach, I grabbed hold of my g-string and tugged on it, pulling it up against my slit. I moaned and ground myself against it.

Running my finger down between my legs, I dipped the tip of my finger just inside my wet pussy. I leaned over, my breasts bouncing down, swinging from side to side, as I slipped my wet finger between my lips and sucked on it. I sucked on my finger as I walked towards him. Straddling his legs, I sat on his lap, bracing my hands on his shoulders. Without saying a word, I bucked my hips, rubbing myself against his jeans. He felt rough and hard. Reaching down between us, I cupped his groin and squeezed. He moaned and closed his Beylikdüzü travesti eyes. Unzipping his jeans, I slid my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his growing cock. He felt huge.

I stood and turned around, my back to him. Sliding my ass down his chest, I rubbed against him and then sat on his lap, bucking my hips, grinding my pussy against his groin. I stood up again, leaning forward and grabbing hold of the pole right in front of him. Leaning over, my ass was in his face. I swiveled my hips, moving my ass in small circles. Reaching down between my legs, I pulled my g-string again, letting him watch as the material slid across my pussy lips. Resting my shoulder against the pole, I used both hands to slowly slide my g-string down. I was naked with only my heels on.

I grabbed hold of the pole again and pushed back against him. Finally, his hands came up and grabbed my ass. His hands were rough and he squeezed hard on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I moaned when I felt his tongue slide between my cheeks and then down to my pussy. His tongue licked me fast, his tongue pushing inside me. Reaching down between my legs, I opened my pussy for him and let him drill his tongue inside me. My pussy was dripping wet, his tongue making me even wetter.

In and out, his tongue pushed against me. I moaned again when I felt him push the tips of three fingers inside my pussy. His fingers were thick and opened me wide. His tongue kept licking me as his fingers fucked me. I was so close to cumming. He moved his tongue up to my ass and rolled it around my tight hole. His fingers kept working my pussy. I moaned as he spit on my asshole and then slowly pushed the tip of his finger inside my ass. His tongue and three fingers kept pumping my pussy and now his other finger was drilling my ass. I grabbed tighter onto the pole and moaned as my orgasm shook me. His mouth covered my pussy and sucked me clean.

I turned and faced him, my face flush and my eyes lit with excitement. My breathing was fast and my breasts moved up and down with each breath. I leaned over, pulling his cock from his jeans. He was so big and so hard. His uncircumcised cock was throbbing. Pushing the foreskin down with my fingers, I rolled my tongue around his exposed head. He moaned and nearly came up off the seat. Pumping his cock with my fingers, I licked the tip of his cock, teasing him. Holding him up, I licked the underside Bomonti travesti and then rolled my tongue around him again. Finally, I wrapped my lips around the tip and pushed down slowly, sucking him hard. He moaned and grabbed my head, pushing me down on his rock hard cock.

He tasted sweaty and salty. I sucked harder and harder, rolling my tongue around him, lifting my mouth up and then pushing back down again. I spit on the tip of his cock and then pushed my fingers down the length of him, working his tool. My nails slid down the shaft and my teeth nibbled on the tip. I couldn’t stand it. I stood and turned my back to him. Slowly, I lowered my pussy down on his cock, the tip shoving itself up inside me. He was so big and I was so tight. He moaned and grabbed my hips pulling me down on him harder. I reached out and grabbed hold of the pole again and used it to push and pull me up and down on his cock.

He reached up and grabbed my bouncing tits, squeezing them together and holding on for dear life. I bounced up and down on his cock, pulling all the way up and off of him and then impaling myself on him again. He grunted and met me stroke for stroke. My pussy tightened and I shook, my orgasm coming all over his cock. I lifted myself up and turned, dropping to my knees. Taking his cum covered cock in my mouth, I sucked myself from him, thrusting his cock down my mouth and to my throat. He bucked his hips up and met my mouth, fucking my mouth. He moaned, grunted and then his cock erupted in my mouth. His cum filled my mouth and I swallowed every last drop. He tasted so good.

Timing is everything and as we slowly gathered ourselves together, the train came into the station. I pulled my coat on. He tucked his cock back in his jeans, picked up my g-string and shoved it in his pocket. He took my hand and led me off the train. I went with him, not knowing where we were going. He led me up a set of stairs and into a small house. He opened and closed the door, pushing me against the wall. His hands opened my coat and he dropped to his knees in front of me. His mouthed covered my pussy and he licked me. I moaned and pushed myself against the wall. He brought me to another quick orgasm.

Finally, he lifted me and carried me over his shoulder into the bedroom. Tossing me on the bed, he smiled and stripped out of his clothes. Naked, he was amazing. His cock was hard again and he drilled it into my hot pussy over and over again. We both came quickly then slept.

Every night, I take the subway with Hank and we always get started before the train leaves the station. I’m thinking of bringing one of my girlfriends from the club with me. I think Hank would really enjoy that ride.

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He comes to me each night and I long for the day to end just so I can be with him. He fills me with his spirit, and I am satiated.

Each night I prepare myself for him. I lavish my body in a bath of lavender scented oils. I sponge the warm water over my skin and breathe in the sensual aroma of the candles. I let my hands wander over my body, feeling the softness of my skin. I feel I could almost sleep in this oasis of warmth and aroma.

Wrapping myself in the thickest towel, I pat my skin dry. Small drops of water still drip from my shoulder length hair, causing tiny rivers down my spine as I move from the warm lush bathtub to the edge of my bed.

Wanting to be soft to his touch, I smooth cream all over my skin with the palms of my hands. I want him to be surrounded by the sweet scent of my perfume. To be mesmerized by the silky feel of my skin. My fingers massage the cream into the calves of my legs and then up over my stomach. It is all I can do to resist the temptation of letting them slip between my thighs. By now thoughts of him occupy every corner of my mind and I can feel the swelling and heat that comes from the memories of him.

Carelessly, I allow my hands to run down over my stomach and fall between my aching, swollen loins. Ecstasy envelops me and it is all I can do to stop myself from falling backwards onto the bed, surrendering myself to these blissful yearnings.

The wind blows the curtains billowing into my room, breaking my reverie and I move to the window. I can hear his voice calling me in the night. My name on his lips! How I love to kiss those sweet, delectable lips. I know he’ll be here soon.

Still naked, I admire my body in the mirror. Tracing a finger down my side and smiling at what I see. I enjoy how my breasts heave as I take a deep breathe, thinking of him Cihangir travesti kissing me. With only a gold necklace around my neck, there is nothing to interfere with his hands that will want to explore all of me as he makes me his own.

The silk wrap on the chair shall be my blanket. The feel of it on my skin makes me shiver. I lie on the bed and wait.

Slowly I drag the fabric up over my body. The coolness of it make my breasts scream and nipples taut. I let it slip between my legs and feel it pull up against me, as I slowly drag it. I am completely covered. He will enjoy coming in and seeing me this way. Lying in bed, naked and waiting only for him.

My eyes are closed, but I feel him drawing near. The wind blows in again through the window. I feel the softness of it caress my skin. Then I’m not sure if it is the wind or his breath I feel. The silk scarf falls away from my body as I wait for him with great anticipation.

I feel him trace his finger over my cheek and then my lips. I want to take it into my mouth but he draws away. With my eyes closed, I can’t see him. I only feel him. His finger continues over my chin and down slowly along my neck. I take a deep breath as I feel a shiver run through me. I know his eyes are drinking in my nakedness. I can somehow feel his heart beating quickly; I hear his breath coming in a soft whisper. He is calling my name, teasing me by brushing the silk scarf over my breasts. I arch my back, aching for him to touch me. Wanting his hands to cup my breasts, massage them. I long for him to roll my nipples between his fingers. The silk scarf slides lower down my body and I am exposed entirely in the pale moonlight.

I know he must be enjoying this moment. I am his, and his alone. I feel him draw near me. He whispers in my ear – a husky, Fındıkzade travesti beckoning call filled with an urgency that we are both consumed with. His lips are on the nape of my neck, his hands tracing circles around my breasts. I am paralyzed with ecstasy. My lips are begging to be kissed, and when they meet his the desire in my body comes alive. I nibble and taste him. I long to just run my tongue over his lips, to suck on them. His kisses fill my body with waves of delight as his hands rub my nipples and softly squeeze my breasts. I must have more of him.

I hungrily kiss his neck and run my lips to his chest. My hands feel the tight muscles in his back, as he so carefully lets his body hover over mine. I am lost in this emotion. I am lost in his touch. Like a doll he puts his hands under me and pulls me to him. There isn’t a questioning look. He understands my need. His lips hungrily find my breasts, and suck on my nipples as my intense moans grow. Fingers are running down, pressing in between my legs. Oh, how I want to feel you touch me. They tease, feel, play and I push my hips skywards, urgently wanting them inside. Longing for them to penetrate deep inside, to satisfy that intense desire.

His Lips are like fire moving down my body and I feel his hard maleness moving from my thigh down. I sigh and press my hips deep into the bed under me. Enticing him to move lower, screaming in my mind for his kisses to reach farther down. I am his goddess, my moans his call. He is rewarded with every soft moan and sigh as he lets his lips fall to me. His tongue presses between my sweet lips; tasting the desire he’s created. My mind blank, my body moves with a rhythm of its own. My fingers run through his hair, as he teases me with butterfly kisses.

Feeling his breath against my thigh, Fulya travesti his tongue dancing, I am drowning in a wave of rapture. A moment is lost; there isn’t thought or sound. Only the explosive pleasure he brings to me.

My eyes flutter open and I see him. A glow from the window washes over his body. I reach for him, pulling him to me. He pushes his body against mine, his hips between my trembling thighs. He takes my hands and puts them above my head, his fingers wrap around my wrists, holding me there, immobilized by his strength and desire. I slowly feel him press into me while my lips eagerly meet his. My breasts arch into his chest and slowly he starts making love to me.

He continues to hold my hands away from his body and only allows me to explore him with my lips. I am insane in wanting to touch him. I want to pull his hips into me, run my hands over his back. I want to gently trace his lips and kiss them greedily. I seek out his lips, and bite down on them as his thrusts inside me quicken. I can’t breathe as my body consumes him. The sweat rolling down his back drips onto my stomach and he groans as he nuzzles into my neck and sends me reeling. I drag my hands out of his and reach for his body. Stroking him, feeling his skin, pulling him so deep into me that I want to scream, from sheer passion. I hear myself calling out his name and he responds with a soft moan. I push him from me and turn onto my tummy. I drag his hands around me until I feel his chest brush my back. I sway my hips into him and tease him until he grabs them and takes me forcefully.

Both of us moan from the sheer animalistic desire that takes over. The urges to just devour each other. His hands reach and squeeze my breasts. I push my back into him and turn enough to reach his lips with my own. Ragged breaths. Strong moans. Deep, hard strokes. He clutches me to him and with a final plunge into the depth of my soul, he shudders against me. He is mine. For that one suspended moment, we are one. Phantom lovers, spirits that mix together, and share a passion, in the darkest still of the night.

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