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Author’s Note: Here’s a quickie for the Holidays. Merry Christmas!

Carol got up from the couch and slowly walked to the door of the tiny, one-room rental cabin and flicked off the light. The fireplace and three candles bounced soft light off the dark log walls. A tabletop Christmas tree shimmered, along with the wreaths hanging above the fire.

Her eyes adjusted and the young man on the couch came into focus. He was watching her, following her with his childlike eyes.

She remembered his words. He had described how he used to get home from high school and go into his bedroom. He would lock the door and pull off his pants. Lying on the bed, he would picture her in his mind standing in front of the class. Except it would be just him and her.

The boy explained how he would pull his cock from under his boxers and hold it as he imagined her beginning to undress. He was eighteen then and she was thirty.

Now, five years later, they were alone in a secluded cabin the week before Christmas. Dreams were about to come true.

Carol stood next to the queen size bed in the corner of the cabin. It was about the same distance she would have been from Jeff in her English class.

A brief flash of light followed a loud crack in the fireplace. Their eyes never left each other.

Carol grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up. She had to force herself to slow down in the excitement of the moment. As much as she wanted to feel the young man’s body next to hers, she also knew her “show” was an important part of her present to him.

The sweater was lifted higher and Carol’s blonde hair fell back into place. The teacher stood with her arms at her side. Then she dropped the sweater.

Jeff stared at the beautiful, full, firm breasts. Firelight glistened off Carol’s skin. The breasts seemed to move in the dancing shadows of the faint light.

But, Carol didn’t move. She anticipated the acting out of the man’s fantasy in complete detail. It was what he said he wanted.

He pulled down the zipper on his jeans and opened the button at the waist. Jeff’s hand moved to his lap and a few seconds later a hard, thick cock appeared. Then all but the tip disappeared inside his hand as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

Carol was relieved to see the rigidity of the cock. She wanted so badly to please him…to make it the way he had so honestly described the afternoons in his bedroom.

The teacher opened her own jeans and pushed them down. They fell off her slender hips and slid to her ankles, revealing a pair of black satin panties. She leaned over and stepped out of the jeans, making sure her breasts were well within his view.

Jeff stroked his cock in long, even movements. He watched his former teacher run her fingers over her nipples, then down her stomach and inside the front of her panties. He took his hand away Halkalı travesti from his cock to let her see it…and to keep from cumming.

Carol saw the erect cock in the dim light and moaned at the feel of her finger on her clit. Her cunt soaked the finger in juices when she inserted it a moment later.

Finally, she pulled off her panties and stood naked in front of the student. In all the days and nights he spent in his bedroom thinking about Carol, Jeff never imagined anything as nice as what stood across from him now. His dreams never included the holiday decorations and candles that filled his current surroundings.

Carol was an opened present he would never forget.

The woman turned and lowered herself onto the small bed. She rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up toward her chest, then straightened one of the legs back out.

Jeff stared at every inch of the body laid out before him; the curve of the ass, the way her breasts hung freely, her long legs. Without realizing it, his cock was back in his hand.

Carol tapped the bed beside her with her hand. The signal needed no interpretation.

In the time it took Jeff to rise from the couch and walk to her, Carol thought about his phone call to her…his invitation to meet…their dinner…their subsequent phone calls and meetings. It took one month for them to learn about each other. Really learn about each other.

Now they lay together on a bed in a cabin at Christmastime. Little presents sat in open boxes by the fireplace. A nearby wine bottle reflected light as it sat on a table.

Carol embraced her former student as their bodies stretched to full length. Legs intertwined as their kiss became more passionate. Jeff rolled on top of Carol and his hard cock could be felt by both of them as it pressed against their skin.

For a brief moment excitement overwhelmed the couple. They thrashed about on the bed, their mouths smothering each other with wild kisses and licks. Jeff thrust his cock onto Carol’s body, not caring what it hit.

Simultaneously, they relaxed to the point where they gained pleasure from each other’s touches. Jeff’s head moved towards the teacher’s breasts.

“Oh, yes, Jeff. Lick me, please. Lick my nipples,” Carol urged the young man.

His tongue touched her skin a few inches below the right nipple and slowly moved up. As soon as his tongue contacted her nipple, Jeff wrapped his lips around it.

The nipple was soft. He bit it lightly with his lips and heard Carol moan. Then he flicked his tongue over it and felt it grow.

Jeff’s mouth opened and took in as much of her breast as it could. He used his hand to push it up, then began an assault on the nipple. The more the woman squirmed and moaned, the more he sucked on the breast.

Soon, he was alternating from one breast to the other. Jeff’s cock rubbed against Levent travesti the inside of Carol’s thighs as he lay on top of her; the woman’s body demanding that it be allowed to release the pent up lust that had grown during the day.

“Now, Jeff. I want you to fuck me,” Carol whispered between moans.

All the days and nights and years of desire flashed in Jeff’s mind. He had told himself that, when the time came, he would take her slowly and lovingly. It was going to be difficult.

They kissed while Jeff positioned his throbbing cock between the teacher’s legs, which she eagerly opened. Moisture collected around the entrance to her pussy and was transferred to the tip of Jeff’s cock when it rested there.

Jeff fumbled for a second trying to place his cock where he wanted it.

“Let me,” Carol said in a reassuring tone.

Her hand quickly guided his cock to her pussy and she didn’t release it until she felt the tip enter her. Carol was so wet and Jeff was so hard that the length of his cock was in her almost before he knew what happened.

He took a moment to look down on the beautiful woman below him. Her breasts rose from her chest just the way he had pictured them when he was alone in his room after school. The teacher’s hair lay on the pillow like he imagined.

But there was no way he could have imagined how good it felt to have his cock deep inside her cunt.

Carol slowly wrapped her legs around the young man’s body, pulling him closer. Jeff touched the back of her thighs and pushed himself forward until he could go no further. Holding her by the legs, Jeff began making love to his teacher.

Carol was surprised…pleasantly…to feel Jeff leisurely sliding his cock in and out of her. He was gentle and loving. In her present state of arousal, she wouldn’t have complained if he fucked her. But, he didn’t. And she loved him for it.

She watched his eyes and his hair and, of course, his cock. He was a beautiful man, just as she had thought those days in her classroom when she imagined herself with the best looking of her students. Never did she dream she would be with one, in this wonderfully romantic setting.

Carol put her hands on Jeff’s ass and pulled him towards her, holding him in place. She felt his long, hard cock deep inside her as it pulsated. Jeff took the opportunity during the lull to find her breasts with his mouth. He licked and sucked on Carol’s nipples and the surrounding skin. Soon, they were thrashing their bodies against each other again.

“I want you to cum,” Jeff said softly. “I want to be in you when you cum.”

Carol nodded. She’d never talked much during sex and this setting, with the candles and decorations, didn’t call for it. She would just do what he asked.

But, she had a favorite position and wanted to be in it when she came. So she unwrapped her legs from Şirinevler travesti around Jeff and said, “Let me get on top, please.”

Jeff pulled out and Carol rolled on top of him. In a matter of seconds, she was guiding his rigid cock back inside her cunt.

Jeff now looked up at Carol, with her hair flowing down and her breasts keeping pace with their movements. Her small waist made Carol’s hips look even sexier from Jeff’s new angle. And her pussy…he couldn’t take his eyes off her pussy as it rode his cock up and down in the dim light. He could see her clit and feel the moisture coming from her cunt.

Carol put one hand on her clit and the other on a breast. As she kneaded the breast and squeezed her nipple, Carol rubbed her clit in short, quick strokes. Then, as her orgasm neared, she slowed to long swipes with her finger.

Jeff just watched.

“Yes. Yes. I’m gonna cum,” Carol said.

“C’mon, babe. I want to feel you cum.”

Carol moaned and grunted as she frantically rubbed her clit.

“Oh, yes,” she said loudly, followed by a long, continuous groan. The teacher’s body shook on top of Jeff’s cock. She leaned forward and pounded her pussy onto the man’s shaft, never removing her hand from her clit.

A second orgasm began when she held a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly.

“Fuck me harder,” Carol urged Jeff, who was already lifting his ass off the bed each time he drilled his cock into her.

When the teacher’s orgasms began to fade, Jeff was nearing his limit on being able to withhold his own orgasm. Knowing that he had satisfied the woman riding his cock he was ready to cum.

His mind went back once again to his bedroom…and his dreams.

“I want to cum on your tits,” he said.

Carol looked at him with a knowing smile. “I would love that.”

She lifted herself off of him and put her hand around his wet cock. Carol leaned until the cock’s tip hit one of her nipples. She slowly moved her body so that both breasts made contact. Then she applied more pressure with her hand and forced the cock up against her chest.

With the palm of her hand, Carol pressed the cock flat against one breast, then the other, in a rolling motion. Jeff knew he wouldn’t last long.

Carol once again wrapped her fingers around the cock and pumped it furiously. Jeff’s eyes were tightly closed and his face contorted due to the oncoming orgasm.

He felt his balls start the flow of cum through his cock. After one last look at his teacher’s breasts, he threw his head back on the pillow and came.

A long stream of cum poured onto the top of Carol’s breast. She moved the cock and received the second shot on the opposite breast. After that, it was a matter of spreading Jeff’s cum with the shaft of the cock, using her palm to stroke him harder.

Carol’s hand slid easily up and down the shaft at the end of Jeff’s orgasm. Cum hung from her nipples and flowed into the gap between her breasts.

Lightly, she kissed the tip of the cock and licked it clean. A second later they were back in each other’s arms.

Carol whispered, “Ready for the next lesson?”

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Oh…fuck…oh fuck… oh fuck…” she panted, her torn skirt hiked up over her ass. The trash can was shaking beneath her cold fore arms as she tossed a glance over her shoulder at the man pounding into her pussy. She inhaled sharply and looked away. Ashamed that she’d done it again. Sorry that she’d picked up the phone. Worried that this was becoming a habit.

The big prick was sawing back and forth inside of her, reaching way back inside of her as if tightening a cord inside her that was about to let loose. Her words had crawled into a guttural moan, stretching outward with the length of his strokes.

“Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me, you bastard!” She gasped, arching her back as her juices released all over his cock. He stopped fucking all at once. She hated that. “No!” She shouted, insisting he continue. Wanting nothing more than for him to fuck her through the orgasm.

He slipped it out of her. Inch by wretched inch. She felt her pussy closing up as the fat head finally dropped from inside of her. She turned, half-worn out, half-pissed and whipped her bangs out of her eyes.

“Fuck are you doing?” She hissed at him.

He was zipping his pants up.

“I can’t.” He said. “Not like this.”

“Not like this what?” She demanded, sitting back on the trash can. She stared at his beady eyes. He was flushed with embarrassment. She then burst out laughing. “You don’t think you’re still a virgin, do you?”

He was quiet while she laughed. And then he said meekly, “I didn’t come.”

“You’re missing the best part.” She said coyly.

With abrupt anger, the man pushed her shoulders and her head slammed against the brick wall. She smiled at the sensation, the rough play.

“Shut up, slut!” He shouted.

She only laughed again and he turned away and ran.

Away from her sneering. Away from her used pussy.

“Hello?” Ann said into the phone.

There was a pause. She knew what was coming. “Is this…” The male voice said. “Is this… Jasmine?”

“Yes,” Ann said, sitting on her couch.

“Oh,” came the voice, shaking a little. The nervousness of a kid. “I…uhm…I wanna…uhm…”

“Fuck?” Ann smiled into the phone.

“Yeah.”

There was no reason to ask where he’d heard of her. Her advertisement existed in one place and one place only. It was scribed into the men’s stall at The Slab. The freak-show dance club downtown. Inspired by loneliness and a number of drugs, she’d stumbled in and drawn it on a dare: Wanna Fuck? Call Jasmine 555-7189.

And her phone had been ringing ever since.

“Are you…pretty?” Erenköy travesti The voice asked.

“Picture this…” Ann said. “College girl. You been to college?”

“Yeah.”

“Know that girl who seemed to know everything? Thought she was funny?” She lit a cigarette. “The girl who would not shut up?”

“Yeah.”

“Ever want to put it in her ass?”

A pause. And then: “Yes.”

“Then meet me.” She said quietly, above a breath. “I’ll let you teach me a lesson…”

“God,” he said, clearly aroused. “Where?”

The skirt was tight against her rounded ass as she slid into the pool hall. She squeezed between a long-haired man and a shorter one. Her full breasts squeezed against long hair’s back as she said quietly, “excuse me.” Once she smelled the smoke and gazed around the dive, her heart began beating quickly.

And she felt the dripping between her legs that made her panties all sticky. She lit her cigarette and took a seat at the bar. The bartender brought her a napkin and looked her over. She wondered if he could tell her nipples were as hard as they could be.

Before they could speak, a voice squeaked from behind her.

“Are you… Jasmine?” The voice from the phone.

The voice of inexperience.

She turned and looked at him. Not so bad, all things considered. Broad shoulders. She liked that. The poor guy had dressed in a suit… Sunday best for a Friday Fuck.

“Yeah…” She said, pursing her lips to the cigarette.

“Okay. Good,” The guy said. He then went to introduce himself. “I’m…”

“Alan,” she said quickly. “Get the idea?”

He realized that there was to be no names and that she was not really Jasmine.

“Okay, where do we go? I can get us a hotel room…” He said. She blew smoke over his head and got off of her bar stool. She put her arms around him and forced her breasts into his chest. She then touched her full lips to his thin smile.

Her tongue pushed into his mouth. She could tell he’d never kissed a girl before, his technique was clumsy. She pulled away and stared at him. “Follow me. I have to go to the bathroom.”

She thrust her purse into his arms and led him toward the back. They entered a hallway. She then looked over her shoulder at the population behind them.

“I’ll just wait out…”

She jerked his arm and led him into the ladies room. Before he could protest, she had him pressed up against the door. Her teeth were up next to his ear. “Who needs a room?” She hissed. “That costs money.”

“Doesn’t this cost money?” He asked, hesitating.

She Beşiktaş travesti took her hand and rubbed his groin, “What’s that?” She felt him filling up in her hand… getting harder -the sort of hardness that only a long neglected cock can respond with. “No… you’re only cost is…” She closed her teeth on his earlobe and heard him inhale sharply. “Your virginity.”

“Here?” He asked.

“Touch me…” She panted, her breathing picking up along with his.

“I don’t think…”

His fly was unzipped and she dropped to her knees. He had an impressive bit of weight for a cock. She estimated eight inches or so, and wide. She closed her eyes and moved forward. His eyes closed instinctively as everything he’d been anticipating was about to happen.

And there was no stopping it.

Her lips wrapped around the head and she slid her tongue beneath it. It tasted of soap and she almost smiled imagining this man cleaning himself for the big date. As his big head filled her mouth, she began making slurping sounds. His first blow job had to be the sexiest, this was important. He had to be impressed. He had to be grateful. And all other sex for him was to be ruined.

That was the goal after all.

“Oh god…” He moaned, leaning up against the door.

She groaned a response, her wet mouth enticing the head even deeper. The back of her throat. And now she leaned upward, bringing it even deeper. This proved too much for the poor boy and he exploded inside of her.

She swallowed like a pro.

Coming up, she kept her hand on his dick and slipped her coated tongue into his mouth. He tried to pull away, but it was too late. His flavor. His drip. His seed was now in his own mouth. She smiled wickedly into the kiss, her eyes opened as she watched.

His eyes were closed.

She felt him tense up and she gripped his spent dick. “Okay, baby… just a little further to go…” Her other hand took his hand and led it to a tit. “Squeeze.” He did. “Squeeze it, come on.” More pressure. And then she began hiking up her skirt. His erection was already beginning to fill her grip. Sticky. Hard. And wanting more.

“We should go somewhere…” He managed to say.

“You’re going somewhere alright,” she responded with a light chuckle. And then he felt it. She watched his face, her lips filling with the most determined, most satisfied smile as she brought the head up to penetrate her. It felt good. Nothing pleased her more than taking a virgin’s cock into her cunt. Especially if he wasn’t comfortable. He liked associating sex with Avcılar travesti shock for the new kids.

“Ohhhhhhh…” She moaned gratefully, his moan crowding hers. She then kissed him lazily, eyes opened. He sighed and she felt his hands go to her ass.

“That’s right…” She cooed. “You know how to fuck, don’t you?”

He groaned a little and she leaned her lips up to his ear as he fucked her clumsily. “Isn’t it what you’ve always wanted?” She panted, with amazing control.

“Uh…huh…” He gasped, losing control.

“Harder…” She whispered. “Come on…” He increased his pace, his huge hard on seeming to grow more within her pussy. He was trying to control his vocal cries of ecstasy.

There was a knock at the door and her chap abruptly froze.

“Anyone in there?”

She smiled at him amused, his hard length still parting her drenched cunt. He was completely red. His embarrassment was a sight to behold.

“Yeah…” Ann said, resuming the humping action with deliberate need.

“You been in there a long time.” It was a female voice.

She reached back with her hands, still fucking the poor man. She messed up her hair and said with incredible control, “I’m fixing my hair…”

The kid wasn’t moving at all. He was just holding the door shut as she continued her motions. She clenched him with her cunt like an inside joke. She then lifted her shirt and exposed him a breast to suck on.

And he responded.

“Hurry up, will ya?” The lady insisted.

Now the voice was just pissing Ann off. She put her hands on either side of the kid and began fucking harder and faster. Dragging that big rod out of her only to slip it all the way up again, the heft starting to pull an orgasm from her. “I’ll be… out… when…” She grunted between her perfectly said words. “I…fucking…please!”

And then the kid, Alan, blew a prodigious amount of semen into her womb. She felt him stick inside of her and the abrupt shrinking of a former virgin. He had slobbered all over her erect tits. And now both were panting in unison.

“Did you?” He finally managed to ask.

“Did I…come?” She asked, slipping off of him and lowering her shirt and skirt.

“Yes.”

She took her purse from him and looked inside for her car keys. “No.” She kissed his cheek. “But I will.” She then opened the door as he fixed his pants.

“Jasmine,” he asked. “When will I see you again?”

“Never. You cannot approach me if you see me in public. And you most certainly will never call me again.”

She then waved at him and left.

The woman with the voice ran in, relieved.

She heard the woman shout and Alan… apologize.

And then she was in the street and in her car. She had to hurry up and get home. The thought of what she’d just done was going to give her one of the biggest orgasms of her life.

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Cindy had caught a glimpse of The Spectator on the very first day she moved into her cottage in the archetypal English village of Stoneleigh. Surrounded by its undulated hills and breath taking countryside, Cindy felt like she had finally sound somewhere she could sincerely call home.

She’d been in the shower to blast away the damn dust and cobwebs that had clung to her fair, pale skin as she’d tried to clean the cottage so it could at least pass for being inhabitable. Stepping out of the shower, she’d suddenly realised that she’d forgotten to bring her bath towel. As the December chill whipped against her skin causing her nipples to harden like flesh coloured bullets, she berated herself for being so careless. She had no choice but to quickly leg it across the landing to the bedroom and grab the towel off the bed. As she wrapped it quickly around her tiny frame, she glanced out of the bedroom window and looked at the house that was back to back with her. She watched the blinds that donned the bedroom window briefly flicker before shutting again. Cindy quickly bent down, she really should have put up her bedroom curtains and she made a mental note to make sure it was her next job of the evening, the last thing she needed was to attract the attentions of the village’s resident Peeping Tom.

“I don’t like the term Peeping Tom, it conjures up in my mind images of a man dressed in seventies flare, a dodgy moustache using binoculars to peer into women’s bedrooms. I like to refer to myself as a voyeur, an observer, a spectator. Not a hidden spectator I hasten to add. I like my subjects to be fully aware of my presence. Some people don’t like it, some people love it, like anything in life, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.”

Cindy hadn’t thought too much about that day when she had seen her neighbours blinds briefly flicker, she’d been far too busy settling into her new abode. One Saturday afternoon as she wrestled putting up a particularly awkward pine shelf in the kitchen, Cindy’s cursing was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Pushing her blonde hair back into its hair band, she quickly checked her reflection in the hallway mirror, rubbing a splash of paint off her pert nose, Cindy opened the door.

“I thought I would welcome you to the neighbourhood.” The guy handed Cindy a card and a box of fresh cream cakes.

“Thanks. That’s so kind of you.” Cindy suddenly felt overwhelmed and a tad self conscious. She paused and a tiny pink flush of embarrassment crept over her cheeks. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Jack. My name is Jack.” He extended his hand. Cindy shoved the card under her arm and took his hand in hers.

“I only moved in a couple of days ago.” Cindy explained, not really knowing what she was expected to do right now.

“Well, you’ve done quite a bit to the place since you moved in, the garden for a start looks miles better and the Christmas tree is really cute. This place went to rack and ruin when old Bill died which was a shame really because he’d always taken great care Ataköy travesti of it.”

Jack flashed Cindy a smile and there was a momentary awkward silence that Cindy felt compelled to break.

“Why don’t you come in? I’ll make a pot of tea and we can share these cakes if you like.”

Jack flashed her a friendly grin. “That would be wonderful, thanks.”

“I don’t go for a particular type of woman. Being a voyeur I think means that it’s not the other person you are attracted to per se, it’s the fact you are watching when you shouldn’t be and watching people do things they strictly shouldn’t be doing. I think it was Cindy’s wholesomeness that appealed to me and the glimpse I’d had of her slightly boyish figure that day when she’d moved in had piqued my interest. Close up, she was even more attractive to me than I could have ever really imagined. I think it was the way her freckles were smattered across her cute nose and the slightly crooked smile that made her look incredibly cute. She was smaller than my usual type too in height and in the breast department but she did something to me, I think deep down I was hoping that she was as horny as she looked.”

“So have you lived round here long?” Cindy asked as she handed Jack a mug of steaming hot tea.

“I’ve lived here around ten years. I came here when I was twenty five with my first wife, but sadly we divorced and I’ve lived on my own ever since. I must be getting old and set in my ways.”

“Don’t be silly, thirty five isn’t old.” Cindy smiled at him and noticed that actually there was something about Jack that made him attractive. He wasn’t good looking in the traditional sense. His brown eyes were a little too close together and his hair was shoulder length and in need of a trim but his smile was wide and friendly and it was obvious that he looked after himself. His waist was trim and his shoulders wide, he was clearly no stranger to the gym. If asked the question would she, wouldn’t she? The answer would be yes, she definitely would.

“Telling me thirty five isn’t old is a bit rich coming from someone who can’t possibly be a day over twenty six.” Jack sipped his tea and gazed at Cindy intently causing her cheeks to flood with a bright pink blush.

“Actually, I’m thirty.” Cindy grabbed the box of cream cakes. She motioned for Jack to follow. “Come on, let’s sit in the conservatory”

“So Cindy took me through to the conservatory and we sat and drank our tea and devoured the cream cakes like any quintessential English couple. She told me she had a few jobs that needed doing to complete her move and I offered to help. She was delighted of course and that afternoon a new friendship was sealed. Cindy was easy to be around and just the same as some villages were missing an idiot, Stoneleigh had been devoid of a decent looking woman under the age of sixty for a good many years. I had a feeling that Cindy and I were going to get on well, hopefully very well indeed.”

Cindy watched as Jack managed to finally put up her shelving Bahçelievler travesti unit. She’d invited him to stay for dinner and as she resumed chopping the garlic she had to admit that she fancied Jack. There was a presence about him that made her feel warm inside.

That evening after they had eaten and the dishes had been washed and put away they both retired to the conservatory and shared a bottle of crisp, bottle of Chardonnay.

“Thanks for helping me today, I really do appreciate it.”

Jack took a sip of his wine. “Absolutely my pleasure, what more could a man ask for? A lovely meal, the best prawn linguine I’ve had in a while by the way and the company of a beautiful woman to wile away the evening with.”

Cindy felt herself go warm at Jack’s compliment. Pushing her legs beneath her, she brushed down her skirt.

“Flattery will get you every where Jack.”

Jack topped up his glass with wine and grinned at her. “I hope so.”

“As Cindy pulled her knees beneath her as she made herself comfortable, her skirt had risen and I’d caught just a glimpse of her white lace knickers or was she wearing a thong? Either way, just that tiny glimpse had made my cock stir to a semi hard on that I hoped wasn’t going to extend into a full blown affair or that would have been quite embarrassing. You see, for me sometimes a tiny glimpse of something gets my rocks off better than when a woman has her assets on show. I liked an air of mystery and Cindy had provided me with that.

Ever since the first time I’d met her I had been wondering about her small, pert breasts. Were her nipples a soft pink or a dark brown? Did she shave her pussy completely or leave a nice little strip? How did she make herself come and what exactly made her come? That was the question that had been regularly assisting my wanks. I imagined Cindy bringing herself off. Watching women masturbate was just one of the many things that I found horny. If they were aware of me watching them even better, but sometimes I liked to think I’d gone unnoticed.”

“That’s my bedroom.” Jack pointed at the house that was directly back to back with Cindy’s. Cindy followed the direction of Jack’s finger and realised that his bedroom blinds had been the ones she had seen flicker the day that she had moved in.

“Oh right.” Cindy couldn’t think of anything else to say, mainly because her mind had suddenly started to race, had Jack seen her naked that day? She didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or excited.

“Yeah, so you better watch what you are doing, you never know when I might be watching you.’ Jacks eyes twinkled and as Cindy’s eyes widened to saucer size proportions Jack threw back his head and laughed. “I’m teasing you, don’t worry, I’m not a pervert.”

Cindy leaned forward and moved a stray hair out of Jack’s eyes. “What a shame.” She murmured before sitting back on the settee.

“When she had said what a shame,” I felt the familiar stirring in my loins. I didn’t know if it was the wine talking although admittedly Bahçeşehir travesti Cindy had only had two glasses. Either way, all I knew was my gentlemanly nature had drifted away like tumbleweed in a storm. Her comment had put a wax seal on the does she fancy me, doesn’t she contract and I did what any other man would do in that situation, I went back home for some more wine.”

Cindy couldn’t remember the last time she had played Truth or Dare. Then again, after the wine she’d consumed that evening she was lucky she could still remember her own name. She opted for Truth because a Dare might involve actually having to stand up and she didn’t know if she was even capable of doing that.

“Have you ever let anyone watch you as you fuck? Either you have invited them to watch or you have sensed someone uninvited watching you?”

Cindy shook her head. “No, I can’t say I have, not a bad thought though is it?”

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them and normally she would have been mortified but the wine had stripped away any of her inhibitions. “I actually think I might like that.”

“So not only did she fancy me she liked the idea of being watched which is like all my birthdays, Christmases and orgies arriving all at once. There was just one slight and obvious hiccup; Cindy was pissed out of her head. I hold my hands up, I’d been the one to provide the nectar from the drunken Gods but I hadn’t banked on Cindy being fully compos mentis one minute discussing the benefits of pureed garlic as opposed to chopping her own to admitting that she too had voyeuristic tendencies. I wanted to get her a bit squiffy and relaxed enough that I might be able to make a move but I’m not the kind of guy to take advantage of a woman who isn’t fully in control. I like a woman to know exactly know what they are doing and like what they are doing, after all, isn’t that the biggest turn on of all?”

Jack handed Cindy a cup of black coffee. “Here, drink this it might sober you up a little.”

Cindy’s head lolled to one side slightly as she laughed. “I’m not drunk,” She slurred, knocking the TV remote control off the chair arm onto the floor.

“Yes you are now sit up properly.” Jack put the coffee cup on the table and gently pulled Cindy’s arm so she could sit up straighter. She did as she was bid and looked at Jack, her eyes trying to focus.

“I’m ok, really yam.” Her lips dropped to one side in an attempt to appear petulant.

“Right, you’re not drunk, but you’re still drinking this coffee okay?”

“I waited while she drank her coffee and by the time I was leaving, Cindy was curled up on the chair asleep and snoring.

That evening I couldn’t sleep. I lay awake thinking of Cindy’s revelation that she wouldn’t mind someone watching her as she was getting fucked. As I stroked my cock, I enjoyed the feel of it getting hard as I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to embark on a mission. The operation would start gentle at first before building to the penultimate, sexual crescendo. I was going to engage on the task of corrupting Cindy. My cock glistened with pre cum at the very thought as I continued to wank, I brought myself to a climax before stopping again. I liked to tease myself and by the time I fucked Cindy, I wanted my balls to be full of come.

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PART III

The sound of the rain woke her up, and for a minute she was disorientated. There was someone else in the bed with her. She lay there and ran back over the night before. She would have to apologize to this guy, who ever he was, and make clear that this was not a regular thing, despite the sex having been really, really good. Trying not to rouse him she slipped out of the bed and tiptoed to the shower. At least if he woke up she wouldn’t smell like work and sex, she could retain some of her dignity.

The water streamed out of the shower and she checked herself in the mirror for last nights errors. She washed off her make-up and brushed her teeth. The toothpaste tasted sterile and metallic in her mouth. She slid into the shower, letting the hot rivulets of water run over body. She felt the cold air of the shower door opening before she registered it. Strong hands slipped around her shoulders and began to massage them. The feeling was too good to pass up and she let him continue to rub her wet skin, sliding his hands up and down her back. The steam from the hot water made her want to just fall back to sleep as her aching muscles Kadıköy travesti were given over to her company.

She felt his cock pressing into her back from behind, and she was about to make objections when she felt his lips upon her neck. It was just too much to resist, and she turned to face him as they fell again into a passionate kiss. Their bodies were slippery against each other from the water, as they pressed each other against the shower wall. His hands squeezed at her breasts and buttocks, reminding her or the night before. He slipped his hands under her butt, kneading it and moving to pick her up. But she stopped him, she pushed him back against the shower wall. Letting the water run down his toned body she moved down herself, ‘til she was kneeling in the shower at his feet.

The water was running down her shoulders as she knelt forwards and took him into her mouth. He moaned as her lips closed on his engorged cock. She sucked at his head, licked at it and moved her lips over it, making him buck at her and grasp her head ever firmly as she took him into herself. Her lips glided over its length, swallowing Kurtköy travesti all of him in, sucking at him and gently kneading his balls with her hand. He was moaning loudly as she continued, and was obviously enjoying it almost as much as she was. The feeling of her power over him gave Debra a wicked smile. He pushed his hands under her arms and brought her up to thrust his tongue inside her, kissing her deeply and pressing into her with his body.

He wrapped her legs around him and drove into her, pinning her against the shower wall. Spearing her body on his large erect cock. Tightly she gripped him as her muscles contracted and she came. His plunging into her became more urgent and harder as he pinned her to the wall. Over and over he made her moan with ecstasy, until finally letting go in a burst of hard strong final thrust.

He lowered her feet to the floor and as she stood against the shower wall letting the water run over her smooth and wet skin he washed the wetness between her legs, cleaning her with care as she soaped his body in return. “Good morning.” She said softly, and with a cheeky little eyebrow Pendik travesti motion he answered her with the same greeting. She wanted to explain about last night but didn’t feel right doing it at that point. She stepped out of the shower and threw on her robe, letting the wetness soak through.

She was sitting at the breakfast table in the kitchen when he came out. Dressed in last nights clothes he still looked attractive even in the tousled morning after look. “I really enjoyed last night and I know mornings after are weird so I’m just going to go, but here’s my number in case you ever feel like that again.” he put down a piece of ripped notepaper with the wordsand his number.

Debra was almost stunned by this gesture, sure she was a stripper but she wasn’t sure if he was trying to treat her as a whore as well now. She said nothing but once the door closed, ripped the paper in two and threw it into the accumulating pile of other paperwork on the kitchen worktop. She wouldn’t call, and he probably wouldn’t come back, she didn’t expect anything else anymore. But she was expected to go back to work that evening, and to be on time. She gazed out of the window with a certain bitterness at how empty her life suddenly seemed. She wasn’t looking forwards to dancing for a bunch of strangers again, but somewhere inside she hoped he would be there waiting for her, and she would not disappoint him either.

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“Give me ten minutes. I want to get something ready for you.” he had said. So she had ordered another cup of coffee and lingered with her recollection of the last time she had seen Ed. It had been the first time, in fact, though they had met for coffee a few times before that. In every love there is a first time that ignores the times before it and resets the calendar.

That first time had been one of slowness and a thousand kisses – an afternoon of languid lips and soft, slow hands. Of hair entwined in all ten fingers at once and smiles seen through shuttered eyes. It was an afternoon of seeing him against the backlit drapes as he kissed his way from the soles of her feet to the root of her soul, stopping again and again to lick or kiss her thighs on his way teasingly there. It had been an afternoon of arched back and clenched fists, of moans and cries she’d not heard or uttered in who-knows-how long. It had been an afternoon of peace lying in his arms, feeling his pulse inside her. Peace, comfort, and joy. Together they had made a hymn to hidden love.

Now, with the key card in her hand, Susan stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ninth floor. Just before the doors closed a room-service waiter rolled his cart into the elevator. He smiled briefly at her and pressed a floor button. She smelled scrambled eggs and thought of waking up in Ed’s protective arms. The doors came together and the elevator lurched slightly to begin its climb. A drop of moisture broke free onto Susan’s thigh and began to trail downward.

As soon as Susan opened the door to room 926 she noticed the soft quality of the light. The scent of candles – pine, lilac, musk – drew her further into the room. On the nightstand, on the armoire, on the side chair and the small desk – candles were everywhere lighting the room. Twenty at least. She saw his laptop on the desk and heard Norah Jones singing, “I had to see you again.” But where was Ed? Then she heard the water.

Of course. How many times had they fantasized about this in those long late-night calls? How many times had she watched him in her mind while her hands took her to the brink and beyond?

Susan knew what he expected. She took off her shoes, removed her skirt and blouse, slipped out of her bra, and then put her blouse back on. When she opened the door to the bathroom, she saw him soaping himself in the shower. Though over 50, Ed was trim and slightly muscular. He smiled easily at her and continued to spread soap on his chest. Susan closed the door and leaned against the edge of the vanity.

She watched him. Her hands gripped Göztepe travesti the edge of the vanity behind her while he slowly stroked his soapy cock and balls for her, his eyes fixed on hers. No more than four feet from him, she could hear the slick sounds of his hands on himself and the catch in his breath every time he let his fingers dwell on the head. Every time she’d masturbated to this image, she’d told herself that she would fight the need to touch herself when watching him shower, would fight that urge for as long as she could bear it. Now though, so close she could reach out and touch him, she tensed her leg muscles and bit her lip.

Ed turned his back to her, spread his legs a little, placed one hand high on the wall for balance, and continued his slow, rhythmic stroking. As she watched his elbow move up and down, she could feel that familiar lightened feeling in her thighs spreading upward and into her core. The room smelled of lilac and warm towels. Over her shoulder she could see the vanity mirror was nearly fogged over.

Susan shifted on her feet. She took a stronger grip on the edge of the vanity, and pressed back against it, hard. Did she moan, too? Was the sound real or imagined? Was she staying in control, as she had always told herself she’d do?

Ed turned toward her, his hands on his chest and belly now.

“It’s okay, he said. Go ahead. Touch yourself now: your nipple, your thighs. I want to see the pleasure on your face. I need to see the hunger show in your eyes.”

Susan’s right hand slid into her blouse and she quickly spread her fingers around her left breast. She traced circles around the nipple and then began to tease it between her thumb and forefinger. Ed smiled and started stroking his cock again. She pinched the nipple and moaned – aloud for certain this time.

He smiled and opened his stroking hand as if to say, see: this is yours. All the while he kept stroking his cock slowly and smiling into her eyes.

Susan shifted her weight against the vanity and put her left hand between her thighs. Ed’s smile broadened and her fingers dropped lower. She could feel the dampness on her knuckles as she started to stroke her smooth outer lips. Up and down, trying to match Ed’s rhythm. Her breathing began to catch and she could hear herself saying his name under her breath. Each time her fingers ventured in between the lips, she heard his name escape.

Ed’s eyes were on her hands now, and she began to make them dance for him. Her eyes closed and soon she was lost in her memory. Feeling his weight upon her, feeling his chest Küçükyalı travesti hair brushing her nipples, feeling the pressure of his lips against her breast. Feeling him enter her.. And she wanted it. Needed it. Needed him. Her fingers were frenzied now, thrusting in and pulling out in a quick and forceful rhythm. She opened her eyes and saw Ed was under the water now, rinsing off.

Her throat felt dry and she was breathing quickly. She was almost there, almost there. And he held his cock out to her again, an offering. Yes, she wanted it. Wanted it so much. With her fingers still inside her she stepped forward two steps and reached around his head. His mouth opened for her and they came together in fire and water.

He reached around her waist and pulled her into the tub next to him. Her white cotton blouse was darkening in the spray and up against his chest. He held her tightly against him and took her kiss into him as a sponge takes in water. The warm shower beat against her back.

The kiss lasted a long time. Then Susan broke the kiss and began kissing his neck, his chest, his belly. He gripped the towel bar as she dropped further, the back of her head now in the shower spray, her face at his thighs.

“You know what I want for you now, don’t you?” Susan smiled up at him.

“Of course. I’ve needed you for so long. I’m yours, sweetheart.”

She started licking the underside of his shaft and twirled her tongue around the head, grinning as Ed sighed and leaned back further. More grins, more twirling and soon Susan had him fully in her mouth and was rhythmically sliding her mouth deeply along his shaft and back up again. Her fingers began tracing patterns on his thighs, moving upward each time she slid her mouth down his length.

“Oh my. Oh my. Yes, that’s the place. Please, yes, that’s it. More, please.” Ed’s desires were as clear as Susan’s intentions. Her own desire, which moments ago had been nearly overpowering, settled underneath as a well-laid bass line. She fed on it as she played him.

“You’ll get more. I promise.” And then Susan slid her tongue down his shaft and kissed first one ball and then the other. She ran her finger from the base of his cock downward. Soon it was at his most private place, that entrance to which she had the only key.

Ed squeezed just a little to draw in her finger and then caught himself as his knees began to bend. She felt him pull her finger in and then she began to twist the finger left and right, pulling it slightly out and pushing it in a little more. When she took his cock back into her mouth, she Avrupa yakası travesti moved the finger all the way inside and began to probe.

Ed was moaning in synch with her movements as Susan built a syncopation of mouth and finger movements. Soon she felt his cock harden even more as she found that spot she knew would make him see angels. She pulled him through her lips again and again until Ed’s moans rang off the tub, the tiled walls, and the mirror. She smelled the lilac of the soap and the woodsy candles and savored his taste. It was good. God, it was good.

Susan felt Ed’s legs grow tense and the head of his cock began to bulge. Her finger never stopped in its motion inside him and her mouth kept up its glide as she sensed he was losing control. Maybe he didn’t want any control right now, she thought, and swirled her tongue around his cock head to see what effect it would have. She pulled on it hard.

He began to plead.

“Don’t stop, Susan, please” he was saying. He was bucking and thrusting himself into her mouth. His breathing became guttural.

Susan quickened the pace of her inner massage and pulled his shaft deeper into her mouth. Again Ed tensed his legs. His balls were pulled up close now and still Susan pulled on him repeatedly.

Then, as she knew he would, he exploded in a rough, virile cry.

The explosion of sound and semen filled Susan’s world. She pulled him into her as far as she could and swallowed. Ed kept grunting over and over. Surely the desk clerk could hear him nine floors below. It seemed like a minute or more that Ed shouted his pleasure and Susan held him inside her. She was pleased. She smiled around his cock and slowly pulled her finger free from inside him.

How she loved the sounds he made as he came. For months she had been content to recall those sounds in between the precious phone calls. Now he was in her arms, in her mouth, and his hands were in her hair.

“Come here. It’s my turn to taste,” he said.

Susan rose as he pulled her up. He brought her face to his and kissed her hard, prying her lips open with his tongue. He sucked her tongue deeply into his mouth and licked it with his own.

“We taste good together, don’t we?”

She smiled. Oh, God yes we do, she thought.

“Honey?”

“Yes?”

“Is it my turn now?”

Ed reached around her, helped her step out of the tub and led her into the bedroom. He began to remove her soaked blouse, all the while kissing her tenderly and deeply in turn. He laid her on the bed, kissed her between her breasts, and then at her belly, and then once just at the top of her mound.

He looked up at her and smiled. “Soon, sweetheart, soon,” she heard him say.

Susan smiled. She closed her eyes, felt the first press of his lips at her entrance, then his tongue as it slowly entered her, and gave herself up to him.

Soon had arrived.

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Greg Wilson had been a reporter at the Chicago Tribune for the past three years, but he was pretty sure that his latest assignment was a new low. He had gotten used to covering stories of national and international importance like the school shooting in Newtown and the Russian annexation of Crimea, but declining subscription sales and a new editor-in-chief meant that he’d been assigned local human-interest stories that had grown progressively more tedious. Honestly, he’d hoped to escape these stories when he moved to the Tribune from the rinky-dink Bloomington Herald-Times, where almost every story printed was about some local “celebrity” like the homeless guy who bought a winning $10,000 lottery ticket from the neighborhood 7-Eleven or the bespectacled 12-year-old girl who won the Indiana State Spelling Bee.

He’d almost told his editor to go fuck himself when he was assigned to cover this latest story about a 23-year-old woman from Naperville who had just won the first “Sexiest Librarian in America” award. He knew his talents were being wasted on these trivial stories, especially when what he really wanted to be doing was writing about the Syrian refugee crisis or the MacDonald shooting. But he also knew that he needed the money right now and couldn’t afford to lose his job by reaming out his boss, especially since he was still paying off the loan on the expensive new Corvette he’d purchased for himself as a congratulatory gift when he got this job three years ago — the one his girlfriend had driven off with when she broke up with him last month.

Not to mention, Greg’s editor had made it crystal clear that, in today’s media market, featuring a stunningly hot librarian is probably just what the Tribune needed to boost its sagging sales figures.

“Sex sells,” his editor tells him on an otherwise ordinary Monday morning in the newsroom. “But we need more than just a few pictures. We need the full story, and preferably some insights into what makes this woman tick. Find out everything you can about her. I’m sure there’s more than just a pretty face. Take all the time you need, but by next week, I expect a Pulitzer-quality piece on my desk. Oh, and by the way, we’re short-staffed on the photo desk. I need you to handle the photos yourself. Hope you can multitask. Get to work”

Greg sits down at his desk and sighs, catching a glimpse of a photo of his beloved Corvette on his desk. He has yet to take it down, even though his girlfriend has been out of the picture for more than a month. Greg starts doing some preliminary research on the “Sexiest Librarian in America” contest. “Hmmmm,” he say as he looks over the contest rules. “A celebration of beauty, sex appeal, intelligence, and mastery of the Dewey Decimal System,” he says, reciting the contest description from its website. “Let’s see what we have here.”

On the contest’s website, Greg finds photos of the 23-year-old winner, Olivia Burkhart. “Holy shit,” Greg mutters to himself, under his breath, not letting his colleagues hear, lest they try to steal his assignment. Greg’s mouth is slightly open, eyebrows raised, eyes fixed to the screen, to the picture of Olivia. He’s always had a thing for beautiful, sexy women in glasses — especially when they have a body like Olivia’s. Greg fidgets in his chair, a bit embarrassed that he’s getting hard in the middle of the newsroom.

“Perk up,” the editor barks at Greg. “Change of plans. I don’t have time to explain, but we need the story for tomorrow’s edition. What are the chances of you interviewing this woman tonight? Do whatever you need to do. We’ll push deadline — you have until midnight. You have her number, right? She’s in the book, I think. If not, you’re a reporter. You’ll do fine. See what you can do.”

Stunned, and suddenly stressed, Greg finds Olivia’s number. He prepares to call her and let her know that, if at all possible, they need to meet for the interview tonight.

He has always considered himself to be one of the most self-assured, smooth talkers in the city, but somehow, with the prospect of speaking to and possibly meeting one of the most beautiful women he’s ever laid eyes on, Greg feels himself turning into an awkward, tongue-tied, 13-year-old.

He dials her number and waits. The phone rings, and rings, and rings. Finally, on the fourth ring, a woman answers.

“Hello?” Purrs the raspy voice on the other side of the phone.

“Yes, hello,” stammers Greg, wondering to himself why he didn’t write down what he wanted to say, “I’m trying to reach Ms. Olivia Burkhart.”

“This is Olivia Burkhart,” says the voice. Greg listens to her honeyed voice as he imagines how she must look at this moment, her dark brunette hair flowing down her back, probably wearing a matching leopard-print bra and panty set while lying seductively in her bed. His cock gets rock hard again. He starts imagining his face between her slender legs. Then he remembers that it’s his turn to speak.

“Uh, Ms. Burkhart, my name Maltepe travesti is Greg Wilson, I’m with the Chicago Tribune, I’d like to do an article about you for our…”

“Oh, another reporter,” she responds curtly, her voice suddenly changing from sultry sex kitten to strict school teacher, “you’re the sixth one to contact me today. I’m not interested in talking to you or anybody else. Goodnight.” She hangs up the phone as Greg awakes from his reverie, realizing this assignment is going to be much harder than he’d originally imagined…in many ways.

Greg unbuttons the top button of his shirt and loosens his tie, suddenly feeling a little bit overheated. He now has a sexy voice to put along with the picture of Olivia, and his mind starts to drift again. He’s interrupted by a colleague, who asks about the phone call with Olivia.

“Sounds like that didn’t go so well,” Greg’s fellow reporter says, noticing how flush Greg’s face has gotten. Greg keeps his legs crossed, hoping to hide the fact that he’s still hopelessly turned on just from hearing Olivia’s captivating voice.

“I guess every reporter in the city wants to talk to the world’s sexiest librarian,” Greg responds. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. No point in getting hung up on again.”

“Is this your first day?” the colleague asks sarcastically. “You found her number, right? You can find her address, too. Then you get in your car, drive your ass to Naperville and get the story. Simple. What’s the matter? Scared of a beautiful woman?” Greg’s colleague then walks away, leaving Greg to ponder his options.

In just a few minutes, he’s tracked down Olivia’s address. He glances over at the clock and realizes it’s approaching 6pm. If he wants to have enough time for a legitimate interview and enough time to write a half-decent story, he needs to get moving.

Greg re-buttons his collar, straightens his tie and wipes his brow one more time. He grabs his recorder, a pen and pad, and camera. “She won’t even talk to me,” he mutters to himself. “I wonder how she’ll feel about me taking her picture.” Greg sits down in his broken-down Taurus (a sad replacement for the Corvette) and starts heading toward Naperville.

In her apartment, Olivia is reading a book, as she often is. She’s clad in her glasses, a tight tank top and thong. She knows everyone walking on the street below can see directly into her living room, which is why she tends to leave her blinds open. She puts down the book, stands up and walks slowly by the window, smiling as she notices a few men on the street staring upward. Olivia bends over ever so slightly, letting them get a better view of her voluptuous ass. Two of the men on the street run into each other, with one of them spilling coffee all over himself and the other dropping his briefcase, which opens and scatters papers all over the street. Olivia laughs, pleased with herself and a bit turned on. “Guessing you like what you see,” she says, addressing her admirers on the street, even though they can’t hear her. She smiles, running her hand down her chest, and belly… before walking away from the window and back to the couch.

In his car, Greg is caught up in a fantasy of his own. He’s imagining what Olivia might be wearing, how her voice will sound in person, how long it will take Olivia to realize that he’s got a rock hard cock. He loses himself for a moment and almost hits another car. The other driver honks and cusses Greg out. “Get it together, man,” Greg says to himself. “Oh shit, I think this is it.” He parks his car in front of Olivia’s building, confused as to why there are men picking up loose papers and cleaning up coffee on the street. He takes a deep breath. “What’s the worst that can happen?” Greg says as he gets out of the car, checking to make sure he has his pen, pad, recorder, camera, and as much confidence as he can muster.

Greg begins walking toward her apartment when the familiar vibration of an incoming text message buzzes in his pants pocket. He pulls out the phone and sees a message from Juliette, the woman he’s been chatting with on OK Cupid for the past few days.

“See you soon, handsome…”

“Fuck!” Greg mutters to himself under his breath. In all the excitement to get this story done, he’d completely forgotten that he’d made plans to meet the gorgeous redhead for drinks at Cafe Vino at 7:30. As he’s walking up the steps to Olivia’s apartment, he furiously types, “Swamped at work. So sorry. Raincheck???” He’s pretty sure there will be no response from Juliette; he doesn’t blame her.

He approaches Olivia’s front door, takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell. “Here goes nothin’…” he sighs to himself.

There is a pause, he hears rustling near the door, and then her voice, “Who is it?”

“Greg Wilson from the Chicago Tribune. We spoke on the phone earlier today.”

“Yeah, and I thought I told you I wasn’t doing any interviews. I’m not fond of men who don’t follow directions,” Ümraniye travesti she replied in a tone that was at once both school-marmish and incredibly seductive.

Greg gritted his teeth in desperation. “I know, I’m sorry, but I really need to get this story. Please just talk to me for a few minutes. I promise to make it worth your while.”

Olivia looks through the peephole in her door, and is struck by Greg’s piercing blue eyes, Clark Kent glasses, and muscular physique. Hearing a man outside her door begging to speak with her was more than a bit of a turn on.

“Well, I guess I can help you out for a few minutes. But you’d better live up to your promise.” She swings the door open, and stands face-to-face with Greg, staring at him through her sexy cat-winged glasses, revealing her 34C breasts pouring out of her tight purple tank top, her long chestnut hair flowing over her shoulders and her bare legs made even more shapely by the three-inch silver heels she happens to be wearing around the house.

“Come in,” she purrs.

“I’m just finishing up a few things upstairs,” Olivia says as she turns around and begins walking from the door toward her living room, seemingly not caring one bit that Greg is staring, with eyes wide open, at her ass. She turns around to address him. “Give me a couple of minutes. I’m pretty strapped for time today. I actually have a date tonight, so you’d better make this quick. What’s with the camera?”

Greg fumbles around with his notebook and pen, dropping things on the floor, much like the men outside on the street had done when they got a look at Olivia’s slender, toned, nearly perfect body. “Oh, it’s just… um… well, there’s… my editor, he’s…” Greg struggles to speak with Olivia looking him in the eyes. A sly, satisfied smile comes across her face as she realizes she’s turning yet another previously confident man into a nervous, horny mess. “For a writer you seem to struggle with words,” she says, brushing her hand down Greg’s shoulder and across his muscular arm, smiling but also putting off the vibe that she has something — or someone — better to do. “I’ll just assume you’re going to be taking my picture. Let me fix my hair. Have a seat.”

Olivia turns around and begins to walk up her stairs, clearly taking her time as she lifts her legs up each step, giving Greg ample opportunity to stare at her ass and play out in his mind all of the things he’d love to do to her. For a moment, he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and imagines bending Olivia over her desk, pulling her beautiful hair and letting his hand smack off of her shapely ass. He opens his eyes and looks at the desk, and notices several copies of the Tribune.

He takes a closer look and realizes that Olivia has an edition of the paper open, with his article highlighted. He leans in a little more and begins to notice red ink dotted throughout his work. Greg quickly realizes Olivia has pointed out his grammatical mistakes, however minor they may be — such as wrongly using “electrocuted” to describe someone who survived an electric shock. His improper use of semicolons also is a frequent target of Olivia’s pen. “What a bitch,” he mutters to himself, even as he silently admits that every single thing she’d circled was, in fact, incorrect. He feels a tinge of anger, mixed with embarrassment and vulnerability. The pressure has just gotten significantly more intense.

Upstairs, Olivia has a seat in front of her laptop and opens Skype. On the other side of the screen is an eager, attractive, completely naked man waiting for her. “You’re always on time. One of the things I like about you,” she tells him, using her most sultry voice. “I’m on a bit of a schedule today, though. So let’s skip the foreplay. We both know what you want to do. Show me your cock.” The man obliges, grabbing his cock and jacking off as Olivia teases taking off her top and revealing her breasts, then leans back in her chair and slides a hand down her thong. “There’s another big, strong man downstairs waiting to take my picture. And I’m pretty sure he wants to fuck me,” she says, intentionally trying to make her webcam customer both jealous and even more turned on. “I’ll probably end up like this,” she says, getting on her hands and knees on her bed, her ass in the air. “With him right behind me, spanking my ass and fucking me like only a real man could do. Don’t you wish it was you instead, sweetie?” With her last sweet, yet cutting, remark, her customer can’t hold back anymore and blows his load all over himself. Olivia smiles and blows him a kiss. “See you back here on Friday. Oh, and my prices are going up. But don’t worry. I’ve got your credit card information. Bye for now,” she says with a hint of evil in her voice. She closes her laptop, glances in the mirror, and quickly touches up her hair and makeup. Olivia takes off her top and slides into a skin-tight white dress that by no means is appropriate for going out in public Tuzla travesti — or for having your picture taken for the newspaper. She admires herself and heads back downstairs.

Greg is still stewing over the corrections she made to his articles, and Olivia joins him at the desk. She stands over him, her body nearly pressed against his. “Sorry, I had some work to do. Oh, don’t mind that. I just can’t help it. Bad grammar is a pet peeve. Didn’t anyone teach you how to use a semicolon properly?” she says. Greg bites his lip and takes a deep breath. He wants so badly to grab Olivia by the hair and shove his cock down her throat. But, he’s still too intimidated. And he has a job to do. “Can we… um… let’s just get started,” Greg turns on his recorder. “Tell me more about yourself. Did you always want to be a librarian?”

Olivia slides her painted fingernails down Greg’s back, pulls away and laughs callously, “Oh Greg, for someone who works at such a big name newspaper you sure didn’t do your homework. I’ve answered this question about a million times, it’s all over the internet. But since it seems like you clearly need assistance with the basic functions of your job duties, I’ll provide you this answer free of charge.” Then she leans over, pushes her breasts against his back, and whispers in his ear, “Subsequent answers will cost you.”

She walks over to her red velvet couch, and lowers herself down seductively. The way she’s sitting, Greg can glimpse just the tiniest hint of her panties underneath her dress. His cock is once again at attention, and he’s pretty sure that Olivia can notice this through his pants. He had picked them out this morning because he thought tight pants would look good for his date with Juliette, but is now deeply regretting this fashion faux pas. He’s not sure where to focus his gaze, or his mind. His mind starts spinning with possibilities and worries about what to do or say next when he realizes that he’s missed the majority of what Olivia has been saying for the past two minutes.

“…So of course I was devastated when I was told that because of the injury I would never be able to dance professionally. I got really depressed, actually. But then I started spending a lot of time at the public library near my house, reading about people who had to find a new direction in life and how they found new dreams and it really inspired me. The librarian who…” she pauses, stares directly at Greg and in a coquettish tone inquires, “Mr. Wilson, have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”

“Uh, what? Sorry…” Greg trails off, not sure of what to say. He’s been so busy thinking about his throbbing cock and how good it would feel with Ms. Burkhardt’s crimson-colored lips wrapped around it, that he really hasn’t heard much of anything she’s said. Now he’s embarrassed and worried that he’s both going to lose out on this story and lose out on the chance to find out exactly what it would feel like to have his cock expertly taken care of by the sexiest librarian in America. He needs to think of a way out of this, fast.

“I, uh, just was noticing that you were in a really nice position for some photos and got distracted trying to figure out some camera shots. Do you mind if we pause on the interview for a bit and do a quick photo shoot? I want to make sure our readers get a full understanding of the beauty of Ms. Olivia Burkhart.” Greg holds his breath, hoping that Olivia will buy this excuse, though he is pretty sure she’s smart enough to see right through it.

“Sure,” she shoots back with a knowing glance, “I know it’s hard to stop staring at me. Why don’t you come over here and position me how you’d like me to be for the camera.”

Greg’s heart is pounding in his chest, and he’s so incredibly turned on that he’s almost forgotten he’s there for professional, not personal, reasons. He tries to calm himself as he moves closer to the couch, Olivia staring him in the face with a knowing, seductive look.

“Let’s just start with something simple,” Greg says, breathing so fast his words barely come out of his mouth. “Maybe just a basic shot, smile for the camera. We don’t have to do anything crazy.” He gently puts his hands on Olivia’s shoulders, straightening her posture for a head shot. The look on Olivia’s face quickly reveals she’s not interested in something so mundane.

“I have a better idea,” she says with a snarky yet commanding tone. “How about something a little more… scandalous?” Olivia gets on her knees on the couch and slowly lowers her body, ending up on her hands and knees, her perfect ass in the air, and her face inches from Greg’s rock-hard cock as he stands in front of her with a camera in hand. Her face is so close Greg can almost feel her breath on his cock. He realizes he’s now lost control of the situation.

“Do you understand how many men wish they were you right now?” she says, half whispering. Greg has never met a woman with quite so much confidence in herself. “I know you’ve got a lot of work to do tonight, but it looks like your mind is on other things,” Olivia says as she moves in even closer. She seductively, slowly licks her lips and then presses her tongue against Greg’s throbbing cock through his pants, licking it from top to bottom.

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Rob woke to a soft knock on his bedroom door.

“Come in,” he said, not fully awake.

Rob watched as his door opened and his roommate Kelli’s silhouette filled the backlit hallway. Kelli was tall, about 5’9″. She had long legs, a fit build, big blue eyes, and short pixie cut blonde hair. She was wearing light blue knee-high socks, short running shorts, and a white tank top.

“Oh, I’m sorry Rob. I didn’t know you were sleeping,” She grimaced.

“No worries, just taking a nap. My sleep schedule is all jacked up from working nights,” answered Rob.

Kelli was silent. Rob didn’t realize why at first, then realized Kelli was starting at his crotch. He had fallen asleep with just basketball shorts. Now his huge cock was tenting up the sheet he was under.

“Kelli?” he smiled.

Kelli snapped out of it.

“Sorry, I, well, sorry.”

Kelli turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door, obviously flustered.

Rob laughed to himself and decided he better get up to see what she wanted.

Rob got out of bed, removed his shorts, put on some boxer briefs, replaced his shorts, and threw on a tee shirt. He waited for his erection to subside before leaving his room and heading into the common area of the apartment.

Kelli was sitting on the couch, looking at her phone, still blushing. She smiled up at him.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up. Just wanted to know if you wanted to watch the new episode of that Sci Fi series we’ve been watching together.”

“Don’t worry about it. I should be waking up anyway if I want to get any sleep tonight. Let’s watch it.”

He sat down on the other side of the sofa. Kelli’s feet were up on the middle of the couch. She was sitting up with her hands on her knees. Rob looked over and realized he could see her nipples poking through her tank top and he could also see the outline of her nipples under the thin fabric. He swallowed. Good thing he put on some briefs, he thought, as he felt the blood headed towards his crotch.

“I didn’t know you slept naked,” Kelli blurted out.

“I don’t,” laughed Rob. “I was wearing shorts, just no shirt.”

“Oh,” giggled Kelli, “I thought you were nude under the sheet, that’s why I got so embarrassed.” She subconsciously glanced down at his shorts. Rob had a bit of a bulge showing, but nothing too crazy.

Rob laughed.

“I don’t think Mary would like you sleeping naked in the apartment with me,” said Kelli.

“Probably not,” answered Rob with a smirk on his face.

Mary was Rob’s girlfriend of a few months. She occasionally spent the night. Mary got along pretty well with Kelli, but didn’t love the fact that her boyfriend lived with a tall tan blonde. She tolerated it since she knew they had been friends in college and nothing had ever happened between the two of them. Mary was pretty, not the near model that Kelli was, but still attractive. She had long brown hair, fair skin, and was average height. She had medium sized breasts and a round ass. She liked to wear short skirts that were always about to show her panties, but somehow never did.

Rob had definitely been interested in Kelli, but he was only an average looking guy. He had brown hair, occasionally worked out, but had a little bit of a dad bod. Kelli had put out the friends only vibe pretty early on. Rob was cool with it and they had bonded over Sci Fi, cooking shows, and their love of punk rock. When Kelli offered Anadolu Yakası Travesti him her open room for a few hundred dollars a month, it was a no brainer. They had been living with each other for a few years now. Kelli wore comfortable but not too revealing clothes around the house. Outside of Rob occasionally thinking about her while he was jacking off, there had rarely been any sexual tension.

Kelli started the show with the TV remote. Rob lounged back into the couch putting his feet up on an ottoman in front of it. After a few minutes of space battles, Kelli laid back and put her socked feet on Rob’s lap. Mary would probably be a bit upset about this if she were there, but for Rob and Kelli there was nothing sexual about it this kind of touching.

Rob was more tired than he thought and the episode was pretty boring. Without meaning to, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Kelli had been trying to watch the show, but her mind couldn’t stop thinking about Rob’s cock. She had never really been attracted to him. He wasn’t ugly or anything just not her type, but based on the tenting of the sheet she saw, Rob must have had one of the largest penises she had ever seen. She was now more curious than anything else.

Robs body grew more relaxed as he fell deeper into sleep and the blood started flowing back to his dick. Kelli felt his cock twitch and start to grown under her feet. She felt her face flush and was suddenly wet. She looked between her legs and saw a wet spot on her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties. The shorts were right against her moistening pussy.

Kelli softly traced the outline of Robs cock through his shorts with her right foot. It was getting harder, but Rob didn’t seem to be stirring at all. Kelli bit her lower lip. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. Rob had a girlfriend and it could risk their friendship, but on the other hand she hadn’t had sex in a few weeks. Maybe she could just play around while he slept. Rob would have good dreams and she could get off. A win-win.

Kelli licked the long thin fingers of her right hand and slid them down her shorts. She slowly started rubbing around the edge of her labia, lightly brushing over her clitoris. She softly continued rubbing Robs cock with her slender feet.

Rob smiled and squired a bit in his sleep. Kelli froze, worried he was waking, but he soon stopped moving. His cock was now straining against the fabric. Kelli could clearly see the outline of his member. It had to be at least ten inches long. With the way he had rearranged himself only his left hip was really making contact with the couch. Kelli was pretty sure she could pull his shorts down and see his penis if she wanted to, but then how would she get them back up, she wondered. She hooked her toe on his waistband and slowly pulled the shorts down. She could see his brown pubic hair and the base of his shaft now. His cock was a lot thicker than she would have thought too. She felt even more blood flush from her face. She started rubbing her clit a little harder, holding back a moan.

Kelli pulled up her tank top exposing one of her large perky bronze breasts. She rubbed her nipple with her free hand and moaned to herself. She knew she shouldn’t, but she pushed Rob’s waist band of the shorts and briefs down further. Rob’s giant girthy cock leap free from his shorts.

“Fuck,” Kelli said softly. How was she going to get that Antalya Travesti cat back in the bag? She thought.

Rob stirred again, putting a leg on the couch next to Kelli’s leg. His other leg was still on the ottoman. Kelli’s feet were now between Rob’s legs, inches away from his hard cock.

Kelly was something of a size queen and this was the biggest cock she had ever seen. She was soaking and so were her shorts. She slid them off exposing her wet smooth pussy. One of her tits was still covered. The other still had the tank top pushed up over it fully in the open. She ran her hands up and down her inner thighs brushing her pussy.

She almost involuntarily reached up with her sock covered feet to giant cock. She slowly rubbed down it with both feet. The motion retracted the foreskin of Rob’s uncircumcised dick exposing the head and he moaned in his sleep.

Kelli slipped two fingers into her drenched pussy and rubbed her clit slowly with her other hand. She started rubbing up and down the front of Rob’s cock with her right foot, holding it in place with her left. Kelli watched as the precum leaked onto her socked foot and slid another finger into her pussy. She started rubbing her clit and Robs cock faster.

Rob’s eyes started to flicker open. A feeling of immense pleasure was washing over him. He looked over at Kelli. Her eyes were closed, three fingers were deep in her bare pussy. One of her tits were out. He looked down at his hard cock and saw her feet stroking it.

I must be dreaming, he thought, expecting to wake up at any minute.

Rob began waking up more starting to understand that it was indeed real.

He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. He had seen Kelli in a bikini before at the beach, but he had never seen her bare pussy or breasts. Seeing them exposed and seeing Kelli with her head leaned back in pleasure as she touched herself. He knew he should stop her, but it felt so good. Before he knew it, it was too late. Watching her long legs tense as she touched herself and stroked his cock was too much.

“Oh Fuck,” he exclaimed as his cock began pulsing and cumming all over Kelli socks and legs.

Kelli opened her eyes. She felt her stomach sink, but watching him cum all over her feet and legs pushed her over the edge.

“Oh god, oh, oh yes!” She started to orgasm. Kelli’s hips bucked up and down on the sofa.

They both sat there silently for a minute.

“What the hell, Kelli?” asked Rob.

Kelli pulled her tank top down and put a hand over her pussy.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I just wanted to see your cock. God it’s so huge. How did I not know? Well I felt it under my feet after you fell asleep and one thing led to another. I’m so sorry this is so wrong.” Kelli said trying to sink into the couch.

“I’m sorry too, I could have stopped you, but it just felt so good. I’ve never cum like that before. If you wanted to see it though you could have just asked,” Rob laughed. His large cock still out but softening.

He looked down and her cum covered legs and socks.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to cum on you.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my fault,” Kelli joked.

Rob reached up and removed Kelli’s cum covered socks revealing her narrow tanned feet with silver nail polish. Kelli felt a shiver travel up her body as he touched her legs. Rob threw the socks into the bathroom.

“Well did you get a good Ataşehir Travesti enough look,” Rob smiled.

“I kept at leg’s length,” Kelli said sticking out her tongue.

Rob took his shorts off the rest of the way. He lifted up Kelli’s long smooth legs and slide down the couch towards Kelli. Her soft smooth legs were on his lap, his soft cock between them. Just inches away from her hand covered pussy.

Kelli seductively bit her lip.

“Now is your chance,” he teased. “Feel free to take a look. You can touch it if you want.”

Kelli took her hand off her still drenched pussy and softly poked Rob’s soft dick. She grabbed it with one hand and pulled the foreskin back. Rob’s dick started growing.

“You recover quickly,” she smiled thinking about what she was going to do with this cock.

Kelli stood up and took her tank top off. Seeing her now completely naked was making Rob’s cock grow even faster. Kelli knelt down between Rob’s legs and started rubbing the large head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger.

“I needed to get a better look,” she said smiling up at him and started stroking the cock with one hand. Her other hand reached back between her legs and started rubbing her pussy.

Precum started coming out of the tip of his cock. Kelli brought her mouth to it and licked at the tip of his cock. Rob was fully erect now.

Kelli started sucking his hard cock slowly. Rob put his hand in her short blonde hair and softly guided her up and down on his giant cock. Robs head leaned back in pleasure. After a few minutes he stopped her, took his shirt off, and pulled her up onto his lap.

They kissed and Rob wrapped his arms around her. He enjoyed the feeling of her large breasts against him and her soft skin against his hands. He laid her back onto the couch and moved his face down to her breasts sucking on her hard light brown nipples. Rob slid a finger in and out of her pussy and she tried to wrap her hand around his girthy cock stroking it hard and fast.

Rob moved back up to her mouth and kissed her. Their tongues pushed against each other. Kelli lined his cock up with her pussy and the head of it rubbed against her clit as she rubbed it.

“Are you sure you want this,” Rob asked.

Kelli nodded and started pulling him into her.

Rob slowly pushed into her as deep as he could. Kelli couldn’t barely think as she blissed out. The large cock was opening her up like never before.

“Yes, Rob fuck me, yes!” Kelli screamed.

Rob pumped harder and harder. His hands were on her ass pulling her pussy into him. Her back arched as she started to cum over and over again. The both were moaning and Kelli occasionally screamed out.

Kelli wrapped her long smooth legs and arms around Rob and started scratching his back as he eyes rolled back in her head.

“Fuck Kelli, I’m going to cum again,” Said Rob.

“Oh god cum in me Rob,” said Kelli completely blissed out of her mind.

Rob started to cum inside of Kelli’s pulsating pussy.

“Oh fuck, I mean cum on me, on me,” Kelli corrected herself.

Rob started pulling out of her pussy. Just then the apartment door right next to the couch started to open and Mary walked in wearing a short black skirt, strappy sandals, and a black top.

“Oh Fuck,” Rob stammered. It was too late, cum sprayed all over Kelli’s long tan body and right onto the skirt and upper thigh of a confused Mary.

“What the hell are you two doing,” Mary exclaimed. Her face was red with anger and disgust.

Kelli rolled her head back to look at the Mary.

“Oh fuck Mary, its not what you think,” Kelli stated trying to somehow over up her entire naked shaking cum covered body with her hands.

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Damn, she was close.

Tia’s shoulders were bare, the milky, abundant flesh pressing hard against the straps of her softball tank top, inches from his sweaty body. But it was the proximity of her irrepressible hips that made Alonso move his linen napkin to his lap in an attempt to cover up the rising bulge there. She wasn’t looking at him, thankfully, as she relived the evening’s triple play for everyone’s amusement at the pub booth. He tried very hard not to look at her. Or at least not to look like he was looking at her.

The Growlers were formed on the internet, like many informal softball teams. Nobody knew each other outside of the team, but they spent a fair amount of time together. Their stories were similar: Athletic types not quite good enough for the pros or even the minors, drawn to office work for the money, yet missing the thrill of the game they had enjoyed in school. Most were married, including Tia and Alonso, but the spouses seldom showed, shooing the weekend warriors out the door while they settled down for a quiet evening of Netflix with no interruptions. That generally suited Alonso fine. Generally.

He had, of course, seen Tia checking him out on a fairly regular basis. This was not unusual, since the other ladies on the team did likewise. His Spanish heritage and strict workout regimen set him apart from the other men on the crew, and indeed from many other men in town, so he was used to that. It helped him get priority status from female business clients, for sure.

But in a lifetime of getting ogled, no one’s attention had ever gotten to him like Tia’s. Her smile and eyes were bewitching enough, but set atop that voluptuous body, which her clothing struggled to contain, she was a force of nature. He knew enough about her husband to know she’d married for money, and could well imagine that there were unmet needs steaming beneath those thin shorts.

However, Alonso Echeverria was not the man to meet them. He had married for love, eschewing the many opportunities for simple lust that had presented themselves throughout his school days. His wife’s mind was a constant source of interest for him, and they often talked late into the night about topics that would bewilder most people. Despite this, their sex life was middling. Not bad, certainly, but not nearly as explosive as the intellectual sparks they threw. The things he did with his wife almost always originated with his thoughts of what he would do with Tia. It made him feel guilty.

To calm his nerves, he ordered another beer. He would never have risked impairing his judgment in such a situation even a few months ago, but it had been a year now, and Tia had never even remotely attempted to break any barriers. He could not blame her for his body’s reactions any more than he could blame himself for her eyes’ occasional wandering to his muscular backside. They were two members of a mutual admiration society. Adults, thank you very much.

Alonso continued to reassure himself with that thought when he felt her warm hip press against his in the booth. She was laughing now, and paying him no attention as Ray told one of his many goofy coaching stories across the table. But damn, she was close. Her silky shoulder now touched his, and there was no way he could stand up now, not without introducing the entire group to his raging boner. It wasn’t her fault, it was a cramped booth, and everyone was caught up in post-game euphoria. Alonso was probably the only one freaking out. He took another pull of cerveza, and told himself to calm the fuck down.

That worked for a few minutes, until he felt something. At first he wasn’t sure if it was what he thought it was. Surreptitiously, he cast his eyes down and confirmed the reports from his nerves: Tia’s smooth hand had come to rest atop his thigh.

It was not a suggestive move, really. She still wasn’t looking at him, and everyone’s limbs were all crammed against each those of their neighbor anyway. Alonso writhed inside, cooked by his own private torment. Half of him wanted nothing more than for her to move her fingertips a few inches downward, to discover what her body was doing to him. The other half was mortified at the prospect that any such revelation could occur, and his mind searched frantically for a countermeasure. Desperately, he scooted his own hand between her digits and his aching crotch. It was as close as he could get to chastity belt on such short notice.

Lightning shot through Alonso’s nerves when, in response to his move, Tia’s ivory hand slid over and very delicately laced its fingers through his.

He was a complete mess now. Just inches to his left, Tia’s face betrayed no hint of what she had done. Gesticulating with her free hand, she did an impression of their curmudgeonly umpire, eliciting laughs all around. A big basket of home fries concealed her machinations below the table. Alonso dared not break contact with her flesh, for fear of alerting anyone else to what was going on. He Travesti downed the rest of his beer and took deep breaths, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible until they could have a moment alone so he could sort this out. He took commitment very seriously, and was not about to violate his wife’s trust.

The check arrived, and one by one, the other Growlers made their goodbyes. As was traditional, Tia stood to give them a big hug as they departed. While grateful to have the tension on his lap relieved, the bubble of her smooth and voluminous ass in his face was now even more torturous than usual. Alonso excused himself to the restroom, and splashed water on his face.

“No,” he said to himself. “No, no, no. This is not going to happen. Tell her.”

Stepping out, he found Tia waiting for him in the hallway, somewhat abashed. He steeled himself, but she spoke first.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she said, notably not with embarrassment, but with sincere humility. “Not without asking.”

“Tia, I…”

“I would never, EVER cheat on my husband, Alonso,” she said, with surprising firmness. “Even with you.”

He was confused now. “Okay, but…”

“It’s just that…” she said, with a sigh. “Did you ever play dress-up?”

Now Alonso was totally baffled. “Dress-up?”

“Yeah, like…pretending to be someone else? Playing like something was true even when it wasn’t?”

“I mean, sure, but…”

“Why do we stop doing that when we’re adults?” she asked, in a perfectly reasonable tone of voice that, in Alonso’s estimation, was totally at odds with the situation. “Why do we think we only have to show exactly what is?”

He blew out a breath. “Because in my experience, adults seem to be pretty goddamned terrible at keeping fantasy separate from reality.”

Tia laughed, without guile, but causing Alonso’s heart to skip a little. “Many adults do, yes,” she said, sighing a little as her big brown eyes searched the wall for her next words. “Can I be honest for a minute? Ben and I used to have…well, a pretty crappy time together in bed.”

Alonso leaned against the wall, almost fearing to hear what would come next.

“…and I’ll be real, I thought many times about getting someone on the side. But I’m very big on promises. Probably too big. Anyway, a few years ago, I went to a costume ball. I dressed as Morticia Addams, and there was a man there dressed as Gomez. Ben couldn’t make it, so I danced with this guy all night…it was pretty amazing.”

Shifting a bit, Alonso fidgeted with his keys in his pocket. He had the uncanny feeling of being swept downstream, which kept him on edge.

“I mean, the thoughts my mind was spinning as we twirled around that floor…I thought, this is it, this is when I finally crack. But at the end of the evening, the man simply bowed, released me and then took off with his boyfriend. I was gayjacked!”

Despite himself, Alonso chuckled. Tia was being Tia, frank and hilarious. It was hard to hate her.

“So I went home, and…well, let’s just say Ben never knew what hit him. I did things that I didn’t even know I wanted to do…”

Her eyes got dreamy, and Alonso bit his lip hard to keep himself in the here & now. Which got more difficult as she turned the heat of her gaze to him.

“Alonso, I have a theory,” she said, suddenly serious. “If married people aren’t given the chance to feel the thrill of a stranger’s touch, they will either drive themselves completely crazy or they will go do something regrettable and ruin their relationships.”

The gist of this theory dawned on him, and he stiffened noticeably.

“I know, I know,” she said, quickly, keeping a safe distance. “I know it sounds like the stupidest and most self-serving load of crap imaginable, but I tell you it saved my marriage.”

He shook his head. “Sure, it would work with a gay man…”

“And with two other straight ones,” she added, raising her eyebrow slightly. “We kept it safe, and it raised all boats.”

Alonso’s eyes boggled. “Safe how?”

Tia allowed herself a satisfied smile. “Holding hands, being close. No kissing, no groping. Just feeling the thrill…and then taking that charge home and unleashing it on our spouses.”

The thought enraptured and horrified him. Such restraint didn’t seem possible. Not with this woman.

“Tia, I…” he began, slowly, expecting to be stopped. But she merely gave him a patient smile, allowing him to speak his piece. This was even more unnerving somehow.

“I shouldn’t say this,” he continued, “But you…I don’t think you understand what you do to me.”

The deep, piercing understanding in her eyes shredded his resolve. She knew damned well what she did to him, and he had clearly been doing the same to her for nearly a year now. She could have taken him months ago, and she knew it. His promises were worthless against a woman like her.

“Take a few days to think about it,” she said, backing off appreciably, Ankara Travesti though the devilish spark at the corner of her mouth didn’t quite go away. “And I am sorry, I really should have had this conversation with you before having a bit of fun.”

Her apology was legitimate, he could tell. “Thanks,” he said, lamely.

Turning to go, the image of her glorious buttocks jiggled painfully against his retinas. He averted his gaze quickly, which was lucky, because she turned back around almost immediately.

“I don’t wreck homes,” she said, with the firmness she had used before. “Least of all my own. Trust in that.”

And with no further ado, she was gone.

Driving home was murder. The merest possibility of access to that heavenly flesh now controlled his mind’s every crevice. His hard-on grew, and by the time he pulled into the driveway, it was ridiculously out of control.

In the window, he saw Fiona’s shadow. His wife was certainly attractive, repping the skinny nerdgirl thing with aplomb, and in his current state, the thought of burying himself in a warm female body was intoxicating. Locking the door, he stepped into the bedroom where she lay reading in a t-shirt and panties. Sensing his arrival, she looked up through her horn-rims and appraised the look on his face.

Alonso raised a finger to his mouth gently, and crept like a jaguar towards the bed. Fiona’s eyes shot open wide, and within seconds his mouth had descended upon her inner thighs, gently but insistently. Gasping, she dropped the book and caressed her husband’s dark hair as he raised her body temperature with every lick and stroke. She dared not speak, but let her eyes wonder aloud at the unexpected fervor of his attack upon her nether regions. In short order, her panties were off, his face sinking deep within her soaked folds, demanding her surrender. Throwing her head back, she gave herself to him.

Once, twice, three times she came upon his voracious maw, and when at last he rose to unleash the splendor of his straining girth, the anticipation nearly drove her insane. The teasing of his tip was too much, and with a vigor that startled them both, Fiona reached up and grabbed his taut ass, plunging the whole of his shaft deep within her superheated pussy, causing them both to cry out. His eyes wide, he took her cue, and thrust zealously, hands commanding her hips, pulling their bodies over the cliff into blinding, blissful oblivion.

With a great shout, she came again, legs twitching against his relentless pelvis, which could not, would not be stopped until they were both cross-eyed and senseless. At last, with a great lunge, Alonso heaved into her undercarriage, setting off a deafening cacophony of cries, wordless grunts, and colossal breathless moans as they both climaxed harder than they’d ever dreamed possible.

Completely spent, Alonso collapsed in a panting, sweaty heap beside his stunned, tingling wife. Her inquisitive blue eyes asked the question, and he offered only a wicked smile in response, pulling her close for a deep, long kiss. Fiona’s body knew all that it needed to for the moment, and she buried her head in his neck as he passed quickly into sleep.

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Within moments of their eyes meeting in the parking lot outside the practice diamond, Tia knew. Alonso did not attempt to deny it, and wore his glow proudly as he raised his hand in a salute. She smiled, a grin pregnant with a little glow of its own, and Alonso’s mind reeled at the thought of what she might have done to Ben while thinking of him. At any rate, she was right. This was a very good idea.

After practice, they waited till everyone was gone, and sat in the back of her pickup, hands clasped, looking up at the stars. Her head of luxurious brown hair upon his shoulders was heaven, as was the warmth of her incredible body against his.

“I can’t even believe this is possible,” he marveled, after they had sat in silence for quite a while, both still a little bit shocked at their audacity.

“Not everyone can pull it off,” she admitted. “I did have to put the brakes on one guy last year. It was painful.”

Alonso could very well imagine. Hell, it was painful for him, lying here next to the most amazing female form he’d ever encountered, diligently not fucking the shit out of her. But he kept his eye on the prize. His wife had savaged him three times since that first night, and it had been damned good. A cork had been pulled out of the bottle of her sexual appetites, and she was becoming more adventurous.

Still, realities warped in the throes. Just last night, his cock deeper in Fiona’s throat than it had ever been, he had thrown his head back and imagined Tia’s perfect lips working their magic upon him. He fought against the image now, this goddess’ hands mere inches away from the danger zone.

“So…” he said, hoping to derail his mind with conversation. “Is there, like, a safe word?”

Tia laughed deeply, a sound that rumbled İstanbul Travesti through his ribcage with cruel familiarity, making him want her even more. Smoothly, she sat up, releasing her grip on his hand and giving it a friendly pat.

“I think that was it,” she said, with a knowing smile. “Don’t worry, I’m there, too. Time to take it out on the old ball & chain.”

Alonso sat in awe of her restraint as she stood and nonchalantly hopped out of the truck bed. But he dared not let on that his resolve was considerably weaker. Following her lead, he jumped out on the opposite side, giving her a lopsided grin.

“By the way,” he offered. “She doesn’t know it, but the wife says thank you.”

“Go wear her out, tiger,” Tia winked, hopping into the driver’s seat and cranking up the engine.

Like a man possessed, he charged home and laid waste to Fiona’s quivering frame. In thrall to this new force in her life, she said not word one to break the spell. Whatever had come over her husband, doubting its provenance would risk bringing it to a screeching halt, and that had to be avoided at all costs.

Still, after he had pounded her into a million pieces and finally passed out, Fiona did take a cursory trip through her husband’s call and text history. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, she left the gift horse’s mouth be and snuggled up for another night of the soundest sleep she’d ever experienced.

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Weeks passed, and Alonso’s life took on a dreamlike quality. It was as if the roles of his wife and his softball crush had traded places within his fevered imagination. Now he and Tia were the ones chatting the night away, and the drive home to Fiona was filled with anticipation of what devilish acts she might subject his eager body to next.

The fall softball season ended, and with it a regular excuse to see Tia. As the cold weather encroached, Alonso began to fear that his fantasy world might contract likewise. Absent games and practices, he had to invent boys’ nights and such…to actually lie to Fiona about where he was going, which filled him with guilt and dread. Someone would see. Someone would know, and tell his wife who he was with and where. And in such an eventuality, the truth was far more unbelievable than any lie he could possibly concoct.

In the chill of November, he pulled as quietly as possible into a grove of trees near the lake. From the bed of her truck, Tia’s chilled face smiled at him from beneath a crocheted white toboggan. Ringlets of thick brown hair framed her pale face, and Alonso’s breath failed him. She was a flawless snow angel, straight from a dream.

Cuddling up next to her beneath an old blanket, Tia’s warmth suffused his body in an unearthly cocoon as her cheek nestled against his shoulder. The scene was ridiculously sublime, and he blinked in disbelief that it could actually be happening without endangering his wedding vows.

Clasping her soft hand in his, he detected a faint tension in her grip. Brushing it off as the effect of the cold around them, he buried his chin in her mane. This caused her hand to grasp his more firmly, and he noticed her legs fidgeting next to his. He straightened a bit, giving her room. Alonso felt a low moan begin in his chest, but it was not his. Tia’s head began shaking, and within seconds, she flung the blanket off and got to her feet clumsily.

“FUCK!!” she shouted, more to herself than to him. In fact, she would not look at him.

Stunned, Alonso frowned in concern. “You okay? Did I…”

“No, Alonso, you didn’t,” she spat, frustrated. “This is me. This is my weakness, not yours. GodDAMMIT!!”

Clarity piercing his dreamy fog at last, he nodded. “It’s hard, I know. We don’t have to…”

“We can’t,” she said, firmly. “Not anymore. I’m sorry, Alonso, but if I touch you again, I will fuck you. You won’t have a choice in the matter.”

Wickedly, this caused his boner to rage harder than ever. All this time he thought that she was the strong one. Now to find out that she had been that close to losing control, part of him regretted what strength he’d shown. But somewhere inside, he knew he would be sorry if they did what they both so clearly wanted to do.

Standing, he resisted his urge to comfort her with a hug, and hopped gingerly out of the truck bed onto the damp ground.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” she repeated, shaking her head as her fists balled up. “It’s never happened before, not to me…it’s not your fault, Alonso. I mean, apart from walking around with those fuck-me eyes, god they make me want to tie you up and hump your face for a week…shit, I’m sorry, my twat is a fucking bitch. Dammit!”

As her titillating imagery buffered against his reeling nerves, a desperate thought fluttered through the wisps of hormones and disappointment. “I have an idea,” he offered, tentatively.

Tia drew a deep breath, steeling herself to deflect an end run around her resolve. “Okay, shoot,” she said at last.

“This may sound kind of cheesy, but…what if we wrote each other?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Wrote what?”

“About what we would do. You know, if we could.”

Tia rolled her eyes. “No way I could touch you again after that, Alonso.”

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The day had been great so far, the sun had been shining, bike running great and the road was just twisty enough to keep me on my toes. This was a challenge as your hands had been stroking my thighs all day and I could feel your breasts pushing against my back as you leaned against me. All of this was leading my mind to things to come.

I pulled the bike into the covered space in front of the hotel and came to a stop. As you swung off I could see just how hard your nipples were as they peaked out from your very low cut tank top. I smiled as you caught me looking and slowly you licked your lips as a sign of your desire. Mmmm tonight would sure be a night to remember. I stood the bike on its side stand and slide off, did a quick side to side twist to loosen my back a bit and we walked into the hotel. The air conditioning felt great after the days ride but a shower would feel even better. The young kid behind the front about popped his eyes out when he saw your hard firm nipples pocking out against the thin fabric of your shirt. I had to tell him my name twice before he could find the room reservation.

He stammered as he said he was sorry but a mistake had been made and our room had been given to someone else. I told him that the room had been paid for in advanced and he had better find us another. He said the only one was a suite but there would be an extra charge for it. Just as I was about to get in his face I saw his eyes bug out and his jaw drop. I heard you purr, “If you want to see more of these I don’t think so”. You had slid up to the desk and laid out your nice firm titties with your hard nipples for him to see. He quickly said there would be no extra charge and that he would be happy to show us to the room. I asked the room number and told you to head there and I would grab the gear and lock up the bike.

When I entered the room I was surprised at its size, a huge room with a king size four poster bed, lots of windows with a killer view of the mountains outside. I saw that you had the clerk pinned in a wing back chair as you were doing a down and dirty bump and grind in his face. I know how much you like showing off your titties and teasing other folks. I quickly ran off the clerk by asking him who was running the desk. You came to me and I took you in my arms; our mouths came together in a crush as we kissed Antalya Travesti deeply. I can feel your heat as you press against me, taste your hunger in your kisses and feel your hard nipples pressing against my chest. I moved my mouth down along your check to your neck gently biting and sucking as I go, your breathing is faster now and a slight moan escapes from your lips. Your hands are tugging at my belt and jeans pulling them down.

I remove your hands and quickly pull off my boots, jeans and tee shirt. You sit in the chair and grab my hard cock and begin licking up and down it and then slide it deep into your hot wet mouth. Your hands are stroking it as your mouth slides up and down my cock and then you run your tongue along the length of it and down around and over my balls. I moan out your name as you gently suck each ball into your mouth and slather it with your tongue. You have been driving me crazy all day and it will not be long before you make me cum. I can feel my balls swelling and tell you so, your mouth begins to suck faster and harder as you fuck me with your mouth, I moan out as my hot cum jets out into your mouth, you suck and stroke my cock to get the last drop out and then slowly rub my still hard cock across your face, spreading my cum on it. You look up and I can see the fire in your eyes know how much you enjoy sucking my cock.

I lead you to the bath room and strip off your cloths and holding your hand we step into the huge shower and turn on the water. Soon we are in a tight embrace as the warm water flows over us. We wash off the road dust and my cum from your face and then I slowly start to lather you up with a soft soap and wash cloth. I gently scrub your back and ass and then slide my hands up over your breasts, cupping them in both hands as I kiss and bite your neck and shoulders. You press your ass back against me and soon feel my cock getting hard again. I rub it up and down the tight crack of your ass as I knead and squeeze your breasts and thumb your nipples. I slide one hand down across your belly to slip between the outer folds of your pussy. You are so hot and slippery with your juices I know you are ready. You lean forward and place your arms against the wall as I slide my cock into you from behind, slowly, ever so slowly it parts the folds of your tight hot pussy. You Konya Travesti moan and pant as I slide deeper and deeper into you.

When I am all the way in my balls are pressed up against your ass checks. One hand continues to cup and fondle your breasts as the other holds onto your waist as I slide out and then back inside you, slowly again and again. My cock fills your pussy as you moan in delight, our pace builds faster and then faster as my cock slams into you and my balls slap against your ass. You are starting to moan and purr as the heat builds between us. My hands are kneading your firm breasts as I roll your hard nipples between my thumb and fingers. I can feel your wetness flowing out of your pussy to cover my balls. As we both build toward our climax you begin to moan louder and louder. As we cum together I grunt as I shoot thick gobs of my cum deep inside your pussy. Feeling your pussy constricting around my cock you milk it dry. I begin to slow down my thrusting as we both gasp for air, the warm water of the shower flowing over our bodies. Finally I slip out of you and turn you around to kiss you deeply, our tongues dancing together. I lead you out of the shower and dry you off with a big fluffy towel. We walk to the bed and collapse on it and with our arms around each other we soon drift off to sleep.

I feel something warm and wet on my cock, a soft wet feeling of intense pleasure, am I dreaming or are you softly licking my cock and balls? I am lying on my back and it seems you have slide down between my legs to gently begin bathing my cock and balls with your tongue. You are softly sliding your tongue around my balls, gently sucking on each one. Then you are sliding your tongue up and down my cock making it hard, the veins standing out as the blood flows to it. Your mouth soon slides over the head and I feel your tongue circling around it as you slip in deep into your mouth. I lay back totally relaxed as you work my cock deeper and deeper into your mouth till you have all of it deep in your throat. Then you slowly slide your mouth up back to the tip where you gently suck on it. I moan with pleasure as you do this. You then move your mouth back down to glide over my balls, over and under them, down along the inside of my thighs and back up my rigid cock.

Your hand circles my cock and İzmir Travesti begins to stroke it as you bath my balls with your mouth, suck and licking one then the other then running your tongue between them. When you have covered my balls with your mouth, sucked on them till they grew nice and hard, filling with cum you return your mouth to my cock, sucking and licking, sucking and licking as you drive me crazy with your mouth. Your head begins to bob up and down and you slide your mouth up and down on my hard cock, your fingers lightly stroking my balls. I can feel the affects you are having and moan out that you are going to make me cum soon. I hear a moan escape from your mouth and you increase your frenzy. Your mouth is sucking and fucking my cock, your fingers are stroking and gently rubbing my balls, feeling them growing firming and filling with cum. You gently squeeze them as you feel my cock erupt in your mouth. My cum is hot and sticky as it fills your mouth, you swallow what you can and the rest drips out of your mouth onto my cock and balls. You grin at me and then say, Can’t waste any of this and use your fingers to scoop up the drips and then you suck your fingers clean.

I pull up to me and softly kiss your mouth. Then I move my lips down to your neck and shoulders as my fingers search out the wetness of your pussy, I lightly stroke the outer lips of your warm pussy and feel the wetness that is running from it, I run my finger into you and then lick your pussy juice off my fingers. Then I slide them back down to circle your hot hard clit and feel it pulse under my touch. I slide two fingers into you and slowly begin to finger fuck your pussy as my mouth sucks and bites your hard nipples. Soon you begin to moan and purr as your hips buck to meet my fingers sliding in and out of your hot wet pussy. My thumb rubs across your clit and your moans become louder. When I bite around your nipples you arch your back off the bed and your hips grind against my hand.

You start to pant and then say, I am going to cum. My fingers are sliding in and out of you at a rapid pace; your hot wet pussy is making squishy sounds as I finger you. Again your back arches off the bad and I feel your pussy running with juices and you say” Oh God I am cumming” Your clit is throbbing under my thumb and you clamp your thighs tight against my hand as you roll your hips and thrust against my hand. My mouth is sucking hard on your nipple as I feel you cum again. Mmmmm you are now totally relaxed and pant Wow, wow, wow over and over again. Again we snuggle and lay together on the big bed for a while longer.

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It had been a frantic week, one of those crazy weeks that suck every drop of energy from your soul, leaving you totally exhausted and empty, and making you wish only one thing: running away, as far as you can, running away from what you live everyday.

And that was exactly my plan.

I wanted to spend a weekend of relaxation and nature, as far as possible from my daily monotony, joining my family that was already waiting for me in a simple but cute hotel, in the middle of a little mountain paradise.

I had left the office in the mid-afternoon, and kept driving without stopping, arriving at my destination just as the sun was disappearing behind the high cliffs and rocks of the surrounding mountains, letting the evening wrap everything in its dark coat.

Yes. I made it.

First of all, to release the tiredness of the trip and the tensions of the working week, I decided to take a nice sauna. Just the idea was making me feel better…

I went directly upstairs, to the room we had booked. There I found a note from my wife, telling me that they were already downstairs, for dinner. “Never mind,” I thought, “that means I’ll see you all later …”. So I took off my clothes, and got into a comfortable tracksuit, worn directly over my skin, and I eagerly walked to the wellness area. As soon as I entered the door, the smell of hot steam mixed with wood wrapped me giving me a warm welcome embrace, and when I closed the door behind me, I clearly had the impression that time had suddenly slowed down.

The whole world was out, and I was free.

I noticed with great pleasure that there was no one else in the room, I was perfectly alone. “Great!”, I thought with a grin, “let’s start my regeneration process right away!”. First of all I took a nice, warm shower. I let the jet of water massage my shoulders, neck and face for a couple of minutes, and imagined that the water was washing away all my thoughts, all my fatigue and stress of the previous days, drop by drop, and when I exited the shower, I was already feeling great. I headed for the sauna, patting gently on my body with a clean towel. I stopped at the door, peeking inside to see if there was already someone inside. It was completely empty. Perfect.

I entered the sauna, and the sudden heat wave left me breathless for a moment: I headed towards the farthest corner from the door, spread my towel on the bench, and laid down in the silence Bağdat Caddesi Travesti of the sauna. Time stopped at once. Keeping my eyes closed, I focused on the almost imperceptible crackling of the hot stones, and felt the heat of my skin rise, until the first droplets of sweat began forming on my body. It felt good.

A sudden noise disrupted my concentration, and I opened my eyes in search of the source of that sound. Someone had opened the door and was entering the sauna. It was a lady, wrapped in her white towel. She probably had just about my age. She had a slender figure, nice tanned skin, and her black curly hair reached just over her shoulders. As soon as our eyes met, her face opened in a wonderful, broad and sincere smile. I automatically smiled back, turning slightly my body in order to avoid exposing my privates to her direct sight. I then closed my eyes and returned to my relax. “What a nonsense,” I thought to myself, “we are in a sauna, it’s absolutely normal to be naked, and I’m worrying she might look at me… how stupid of me…”

Over time I grew a bit uncomfortable. Lying on the bench was not that comfortable, so I decided to sit up, leaning my back against the wall and stretching out my legs on the bench. Doing so, my eyes fell on the woman. Her eyes were closed, and a smile was curving her lips. “Who knows what you’re thinking” I thought, while my look lingered on the line of her neck, sliding along her shoulders, descending on the curves of her breasts, wonderfully shaped, and then down, along her side, following the hips, her legs, until I reached her feet. “That’s quite a nice body, well groomed” I thought, and then I looked away. I didn’t want to get caught staring at her, who knows what she might think of me. “Stupid prude” I scolded myself.

However, I soon turned to watch her again. Following the lines of the wooden wall, my eyes slowly returned to her body, now completely naked, and this time I was seduced by the fact that her skin was completely beaded with tiny droplets of water and sweat, all almost equally sized. It looked as if her whole body was covered by a precious dress made of transparent pearls. I was literally enchanted by this sight and I continued to stare and admire the perfect combination of the two elements, water and skin. Gradually, everything else disappeared: the heat, the benches, the walls… everything had faded and eventually Bostancı travesti disappeared. All I could see was her skin. I watched as the droplets grew, combined with other drops, and then slowly began to slide towards the ground. I followed one in particular: from her cheek, the tiny drop slid slowly down the line of her jaw, as if it was caressing her. Then it fell down the neck, and stopped just by the hollow of her neck. Slowly, it started moving again, including all the droplets it would find along the path, swelling and slowly speeding up, in a languishing and sensual movement, leaving a narrow wet trail on her silky skin. It moved down her décolleté, in a slow and erotic lingering, as if it was conscious of the preciousness and beauty of that skin. I lost its sight when it disappeared in the delicious valley, between her breasts, hidden by those near-perfect curves.

My attention was captured by another drop. It was hesitating on the very tip of a nipple. I saw it grow slowly, as other droplets would combine, until it was big enough to start sliding on the lower curve of her breast, following it all the way to her stomach.

A slight movement of her head made me look upwards, and I realized she was looking at me, with a gentle smile. “I noticed the same thing on your body,” she said softly. “Interesting, isn’t it?” Her skin was now covered by dozens and dozens of drops that were sliding along her body. “They feel like many fingers playing with our skin, fondling, caressing… very erotic” and while she was whispering these words, she slowly stretched towards me. When her hand touched my ankle, my body was crossed by a quiver. Her fingers slowly caressed my calf, moving up my thigh, and then jumped on my forearm ending their run on my shoulder. Then she moved away and went back to her place. I was deeply aroused by her touch, and felt a surge of excitement warming my lower abdomen.

I stretched my hands towards her, and, moving beside her, I started massaging her feet, her ankles, her calves. Her skin was smooth as silk, hot as fire, wet and slippery. She closed her eyes and arched back, bending her head slightly backward. Doing so, her breast seemed to grow towards me. My hands slipped along the outside of her thighs, followed her hips, while I moved neare and nearer to her, until my mouth was just a few millimeters from her neck. The inevitable contact was like an explosion Kartal travesti of the senses. Her scent, the heat of my lips, the whole situation… it was like being struck by lightning, and I shivered with pure passion.

She hissed out an almost imperceptible “yes”.

The erotic tension exploded, my hands ran all over her shoulders, and then cupped over her breasts, squeezing them firmly, feeling her hard nipples in my palms. She moved a hand behind my neck, holding me, kissing and sucking my lips, my cheeks, my earlobe.

Her other hand moved down between my legs, in search of my perfectly erected manhood, hard and ready. With calculated slowness and skillful decision, she firmly pulled my skin downwards until the head of my cock was fully exposed and taut. My hand moved naturally down to reach her pubic hair, until I slipped two fingers between her labia, pressing while sliding, and then widened them, stretching and opening her pussy lips, that were wet and moist with her pleasure.

We moaned, sighed, kissed, explored, licked, pushed, stroked, bit… our bodies arched rhythmically with pleasure, enjoying every burning contact of our hot skins.

A loud “clack” startled me.

All of a sudden, everything became blurry and indistinct. I looked around, bewildered, trying to focus what was swirling around me. I could see the walls of the sauna, the benches, the hot stones, and there was someone at the partially opened door of the sauna. “So are you here?” That voice had the effect of a icy shower. Suddenly, the fog vanished, like a soap bubble, and I realized I was alone in the sauna, and that voice was my wife’s.

“Uhmmm, I see you are pretty happy to see me,” she said with a grin full of malice, nodding her head towards the bulge of the towel, between his legs. “And you’re extremely lucky! What if someone else came in, instead of me? For example the lady who’s now doing the massage out here… huh? What a show you would have offered her… Come on, I’ll wait outside,” and she winked at me, disappearing from my sight.

Still stunned, I got up and went to take a cold shower, being extra careful that no one could notice my high state of arousal. The cold water worked perfectly, and in less than a minute I was perfectly awake, and my hardon disappeared. I wiped my body, rubbing vigorously, then got dressed, and walked to the exit.

As I passed near the tub, I threw a quick glance, and I almost stopped dead on my steps seeing the figure that was coming out of the water … that skin, those curves, that face … but it was… her?!?!?!?!

The lady grabbed a towel and without covering her naked body greeted him with a broad, sincere, wonderful smile… and a wink.

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