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Another interesting class with her favorite teacher, what could be better than this she thought to herself. Layla had spent so much time with him that they had become more like friends. He had even gone over to her houe for a meeting with other students. He never told anyone but she secretly dreamed of him. His touch, his smell and his lips against hers. Her friends teased her about spending so much time with this man. They would tell Layla that it’s weird to have a teacher’s phone number, email address or to have him over your house. But Layla didn’t care, she was a girl who knew waht she wanted. If only this man wanted her back.

This man that so often ran through Layla’s mind was none othe than Mr. Scott. He wasn’t the cutest teaher or the most popular but he had something that drove her mad with desire. He was older than her by quite bit, he was 53, she knew this because she made him cupcakes on his birthday. It’s as if they knew everything about each other. He never seemed to notice when she would gaze at him with longing eyes during class or would smile sweetly when he would tell her what an amazing person she was. But never did he even show any interest in her.

Little did Layla know, every night when Mr. Scott drove home to an empty house he thought of her. Her soft skin, her gentle hands and her feminine figure in his arms. It was true, he wanted her as bad as she wanted him. When she would gaze at him in class he would secretly return the stare followed by a half smile. He wanted to make a move on his student but he was waiting for the right moment as well as making sure he didn’t lose his job in the process.

The following day at school, Layla walked into class 6th period her long blode hair tied back in a messy bun bobboing behind her. Her eyes met Mr. Scott’s and she smiled a friendly hello. She took her seat as usual. After class she stayed late to talk because she had lunch after his class. This seemed like a routine day for Layla. She stayed after class and spoke to him in a friendly tone hoping today would be that day. beylikdüzü escort He rested his hand on her shoulder and said

“Layla, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for quite a while.” he whispered.

“Ask me anything” Layla replied casually. He inhaled slowly and closed his eyes.

“I couldn’t help but notice the way you’ve been acting towards me lately.” he said flatly.

“I dont know what you mean.” Layla answered in a ditzy fashion. She was sure she knew where he was going but she wanted to here him say it.

“I was wondering if you’ve been thinking about me the way I think about you.” Layla smiled and bluhed a soft rosy pink.

“Say no more Mr. Scott, I know what you mean.” She raised both hands and rested them on his shoulders. The hand he had rested on her was slowly falling to her breast. She inhaled deeply as he picked her up and sat her on his desk. He bent down and kissed her on the mouth softly, enjoying the feeling of her forbidden tongue wandering around his mouth. He pulled back and so did she. They gazed into each other’s eyes. Mr. Scott began un-buttoning his blue button-down shirt. Layla saw where this was going and she pulled her pink polo over her head and pulled the hair-tie out of her blonde hair letting a wave of golden locks fall over her shoulders.

Mr. Scott grabbed her and kissed her again reaching around behind her and un-clasping her bra. She let her bra fall to the floor. She reached down and unbuttoned Mr. Scott’s pants. His warm strong hands massaged her breasts. The slightest touch made her wild with passion. Her nipples bcame hard quickly. He kissed her neck as she slid down his pants and kicked off her flip-flops. He kissed her breasts and sucked on her smooth skin. He playfully bit at her fully erect nipples sending waves of pleasure across her whole body.

Mr. Scott finished pulling off his pants and boxers. Layla sat on his desk in awe of the moment he never though she’d see. She lowered herself down on beyoğlu escort to her back on his desk sending some papers fluttering to the floor. She looked up at him smiling. He brought one finger up to her pussy and rubbed slowly and gently. She sucked in air fast. He slowly inserted his finger into her. She moaned with excitement and he began pumping his finger in and out. He then added a second. She moaned as he thrust his fingers gently in and out. With the other hand Mr. Scott rubbed her breasts. She closed her eyes as he added a third finger. She let out a groan louder than before.

Mr. Scott saw the look of pleasure on her face, her eyes closed, her head tilted to the side and her back arched slightly. He knew it was time to do what he had wanted to do for so long. He asked her, “Are you a virgin.” Layla blushed a deep scarlett when faced with this question. She was a virgin but she didn’t know what Mr. Scott would think if she told the truth, but she did it anyway.

“Yes” she said in a small voice no louder than a whisper. He smiled not because he was hapy or sad, but because he accepted this fact. Layla was now sure she felt comfortable with him inside her. Mr. Scott sensed her comfort and he spread her legs wide enough for him to stand in between. He took a deep breathe in unison with her. He slowly slipped his cock into her awaiting pussy. She moaned loudly and gasped. Mr. Scott stopped allowing her to adjsut. Then he began to slide the rest of it into her. She moaned and panted. He looked into her eyes deeply and her eyes told him that she was ready.

Mr. Scott began to pump in and out of her slowly at first. She moaned and gripped the sides of the table. He began to pick up speed. Layla gasped loudly as she felt it, Mr. Scott had popped her cherry. He stopped thrusting and looked at her with concerned eyes. She smiled and let out a silent giggle. He began to thrust again deeper and faster. She moaned and closed her eyes as he went deeper. She felt the rythem of his bizimkent escort pounding cock going in and out of her.

“Harder. harder” she moaned as he picked up speed again. He flicked at her nipples and held her hips steady. Layla could feel something strong inside her wanted to be freed.

She moaned louder and louder “Ahhhh” she groaned as he pounded her harder. He smiled and closed his eyes as if fucking her was the most delightful thing he had ever done. Layla felt the sensation from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She arched her back an let out a small scream as she felt a feeling unfamiliar to her. Warm liquid mixed with blood flowed out of the pussy. Mr.Scott saw this a thrust deeper and harder than before and soon enough he had come as well.

She lay on his desk out of breathe and at a loss of words.He stood there contently gazing into her eyes as he had done the whole time. Neither of them said a word but it was as if nothing needed to be said. Mr. Scott looked at his watch and gasped softly.

“I have a class in 5 minutes.” he said with little expression in his voice.

Layla froze, realizing everything that had just occured, she was laying naked on her teachers desk with class arriving in less then 5 minutes. And surprisingly she was unusually calm. She got to her feet, her knees a bit weak. Mr. Scott walked over and helped her find her balance. She blushed and looked away smiling. She quickly found her thong and skirt. She clasped her bra and slipped it over her breasts. She pulled the polo over her head and hopped into her flip-flops. Mr. Scott as well was dressing. He picked up the papers that had fallen and he helped Layla gather her things. The school bell rang loudly disturbing the silence. Mr Scott looked at her and she looked back.

“See you tomorrow.” She said. A smile spread across his face,

“Yeah I guess you will.”

She giggled and clutched her books to her chest and walked out of the room. Mr. Scott let out a deep breathe and thought to himself, did that really happen or was I dreaming. He sat down at his desk as if nothing had happened but as he was fixing the already neat stacks of paper on his desk when he found something. Something to prove it wasn’t a dream. A plain black hair-tie that once held back his favorite student’s hair, a reminder of this day that would stay in his memory for the rest of his days.

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Chapter 02

A holiday with extras

The sight of my growing cock delighted her even more. I saw her eyes widen, driving her brows up. When I looked to her breasts her little rosebuds were taking form. I stood as she got to me, extending my arms in the offer of a hug.

She brought her body to mine, pushing my cock down and between her legs, as she stood on tiptoe. She clasped my cock tight as we kissed. Our lips caressing and sucking each other before our tongues entwined as I caressed her neck and back.

“I’ll have to give you another quickie,” she whispered in my ear as she broke our kiss. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

She was pushing me back to the bed. I sat as my calves touched, and she crouched, pushing my knees apart. She reached in and grabbed it around the root, bending forward to take the head and rub it across her lips, then let her tongue snake out and started brushing the tip.

Her hand started stroking me. I moved my hand over hers and brought it further up the shaft, then held on to it as she resumed her ministrations. I pushed her hand faster as she started squeezing my head with her lips, the thrill increasing by the second.

She had it in her mouth and was stroking the underside. I squeezed her hand as my frantic pumping increased. The sight of her looking into my eyes as she pleasure me was pushing my lust for completion and the ultimate release.

As my hips started jerking she held just the tip in her mouth. I watched her gulp the first load down as a second, feebler spurt followed. I’d not had three orgasms in a day since the first few days with my old girlfriend.

She was sucking and licking at the last dribble, the increased sensitivity enhancing the pleasurable afterglow of the release itself. She stood and I could see how moist she was, the musky aroma awakening my salivary ducts.

She held me off as I reached to pull her to me.

“No, really, we have to go and eat. I’ve got to get things up and running. I’ve only got half an hour.”

I pushed myself up and let her lead the way. We walked down at a brisk pace, her sandals slapping the walkway. Within minutes we were joining the back of the queue.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this but the cops want to take two of the servers. I’m having to transfer all the essentials across,” she said in a hushed voice.

“Their probably just fishing,” I whispered back.

“I don’t know. They’ve had an FBI man here as well, I hear.”

“Oh, yeah? Who saw his badge?”

“I don’t know. I just heard gossip, you know, from our security guards.”

“Take it with a pinch of salt.”

“Salt?”

“Sorry, it’s a colloquialism; believe it when you see it. Make any more sense?”

“I know that Jason has been charged with thirteen counts so far.”

I began to put the food on the tray, finding a nice size steak, with peas and mashed potatoes. We took our food to the table up in the corner. Just Jackie was there. As Jane hurried through her meal I talked to Jackie.

She asked me about myself and what England was like as a place to live, saying that one of her uncle’s had served in the USAF over there. Jane was soon standing and giving me a light kiss as she said sorry for rushing off.

I continued talking inconsequential’s as Jacinth joined us, and then Jo came.

“Hi,” she exclaimed as she placed her tray down next to me.

I was sat hugging my second cup of coffee. Here seemed the only other safe place from my cabin.

Jo ate and joined in the conversation as Jackie went up and got me more coffee. My English circadian büyükçekmece escort time was bedtime so I was glad of it .

As Jacinth and Jackie finished up their coffee and left together Jo moved her chair closer.

“Would you like to come for a swim later?”

As a former (unremarkable) member of the uni swim team it was the perfect bait.

“Yes, that sounds fine. I’d be glad to come,” I replied.

I’d been meaning to find time for at least a weekly swim to help pull me back into shape. And there was her shape to admire too.

She took a last mouthful and picked up her tray. I picked up my cup and followed as we shoved the things on the ‘dirty’ belt and left. She led me through into the hotel proper and up a flight of stairs. There, in front, was a wide pool with lots of people lounging around it.

“I always like to come as a pair,” she informed me. “Usually with Jane.”

My walk home had taught me that lesson as well. Looking around, I saw only same sex couples with some mixed groups.

“It must have cost a fortune to build this place,” I commented.

We were walking over to some loungers that looked vacant, the little table in between standing bare.

“It’s due for redevelopment soon. He bought it out from a luxury wilderness outfit liquidation. He wants to add more rooms and tennis courts and things.”

“I imagine it’s gorgeous here in full summer,” I went on, making conversation as we sat.

“Oh, yes. Clear blue, sunny evenings, lying out on a boat in the quiet, the waves gently rocking you. You can smoke a spliff out there and be anywhere you want.”

A waiter came up, the tray and his manner marking him out despite the lack of a uniform. Jo ordered a vodka and fresh orange juice while I favoured a wine and asked for a medium white.

“Have you got a girlfriend? I don’t see a ring.” she asked as the waiter left with our order.

“Well spotted,” I commended her. “No, I don’t have a current,” I continued, knowing where she was going with this.

“Are you fucking Jane?”

I nodded.

“Do you want to fuck me as well? I’m tired of men faking it.”

“Can I ask Jane first if she minds?”

“She won’t. I’ve shared men with her lots of times.”

“At my place, I take it?” I asked.

“Ah ha, mine’s shared.”

“Mind if I have a swim first?”

“I’ll sit here and watch, ok?”

I stood and walked to the pool’s edge, diving in and swimming for the far end. After three lengths my layoff caught up with me. I climbed out at the far end. I could only guess the number of eyes that followed me back; I was looking straight ahead after the first few steps.

She stood and handed me my wine, holding hers and her bag in the other as we turned and walked back across to the stairs. The nearer we got, the harder my cock got. The sole guy we passed did a double take when he realized the erection I was sporting.

She took hold of it as we entered, walking me across to the bed.

“Lay down?” she asked me.

I eased myself onto the bed. She followed behind without releasing her hold, straddling me across the hips. She bent forward and started to massage her fanny with my cock, pressing the head and spreading her juices up and around her clit.

I reached out and took her firm nipples, pulling and twisting them as she stroked herself on my cock.

“Oh, that feels nice. I can’t wait for it to fill me. I haven’t had a big one like yours in months.”

As she said it she moved forward and pushed the head into her entrance, slowly fatih escort easing herself down until it was fully inside her.

“Oh, that’s so good.”

She squirmed, leaning forward to place her hands on my ribs then she began to bounce. Slowly building the tempo, words came tumbling from her.

“Yes… Oh, yes…. Ohhh…. Oh, yes…. Jebus.”

My cock was beginning to feel the punishment of her wild ride. My balls were aching by the time she had her first orgasm, giving only brief pause before pounding against me again.

As the second orgasm swept through her and she let herself lay on me, my cock began to lose its rigidity. As she pushed herself back up my abused cock slipped out.

“Oh,” she murmured softly and let her weight fall back onto me.

She put her hands up around my neck and pulled our heads together, giving me a passionate kiss, her tongue diving straight in and massaging mine. I pulled my hands free of the breasts now pressed against me and wrapped my arms around her.

As she finished the kiss I put my mouth to her ear.

“Sorry, I guess I’m a bit below par. Jane had first dibs and it’s been a long day. I’ll do better next time,” I whispered.

“It was still fun, but I’ll take you up on that promise. A boat trip tomorrow evening sound good? I know a place on the other shore that’s nice.”

“I’ll put it in my diary.”

She gave a quick laugh and slipped to the side of me, snuggling close with a hand cradling my balls.

I felt my shoulder being shaken. As I opened my eyes her face loomed large in mine.

“See you tomorrow, lover boy.” With that, she gave me a soft kiss and turned and left.

Jane came into my room not long after Jo left. I’d almost fallen back asleep and it took a moment to register her presence. I turned to see her approach.

“Jane, you all finished?” I said sleepily.

“Did you fuck her?” her voice had an edge that brought me wide awake.

“Yes,” I said in a matter of fact voice, casually easing my way to sitting on the edge.

“She’s not fair. I knew she would.”

“Did I do wrong?” I inquired, reaching my arms to her. “She said it’d be alright ’cause you shared.”

“Not everyone. Sometimes they can be special. Oh, never mind. I’d just thought….”

“Hey, you’re nicer than her. Do you want me to say no more?”

“No, you’d better not. You can be extra nice to me instead.”

She said this as my arms enfolded her. She half sat on my knees, her body pressed to mine as she leaned in to kiss me. I felt like a schoolboy with a crush with the thrill I got from hugging and holding her. I also felt the soreness of my cock as it attempted to respond.

As our kiss got more passionate I brought my arm to the side of me, and lowered us back, onto the bed. As our kiss finished I brought my hand to the back of her head and pulled her into my shoulder.

As we lay quietly together, I asked her, “Are you finished for the night?”

“Yes, it’s all up and ready for tomorrow, though it’ll be really slow without those two servers.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

“I was going to. I’ve been waiting for Jo to leave.”

“I’m too fucked to do anything much. My cock’s complaining that it’s being abused. I’d like to give you a tongue job though. I only got a taste last time,” I said, moving my hand to her breast.

“We can just sleep if you want,” she told me.

“Oh, ok. It was just a thought.” The nipple I was playing with was getting aroused, firming up in my fingers.

“Turn over, esenyurt escort then, if you want to sleep,” I told her. “Let me spoon you.”

With my arms both under and over her I cupped a breast in each hand and held her tight against me. In a short time I was asleep.

I woke in the morning with her cuddled up to me and gently stroking my back and kissing my neck.

“Morning, sleepy head,” she greeted me as I stirred.

“Jane,” I mumbled sleepily.

She drew her nails down my back, making me shiver with delight.

“What time is it?” I asked as she brought her face to mine.

“Breakfast in half an hour,” she replied. “It’s about quarter to seven.”

“I need a shower. You wanna wash my back again?” I asked, before kissing her on the nose.

“I want to stay here warm and cosy with you.”

“We can come back to bed after. I feel all yucky and I need to pee.”

She moved back, freeing me. I rolled over on the bed, twisting my feet out over the edge. She followed, wrapping her arms around my chest as she came behind me. I felt her hot breath on my shoulder as she licked me.

I half turned and we kissed over my shoulder.

“Come on,” I urged her. “Let’s make a fresh start to the new day.”

I stood as she reluctantly released me, turning to take her hand.

“I want to hold it when you pee,” she said.

“Come on, then,” I replied with a chuckle.

She took my proffered hand and walked to the bathroom with me, leaning around me as I stood at the toilet. She took hold of my cock and I put my hand over hers to pull the foreskin back. As the amber liquid splashed into the bowl she giggled like a little schoolgirl.

“What do you call it? The last English guy called it his todger. I love that name; it gave it character.”

She milked the last drops out and gave it a shake.

“When I was little I called it my ‘Willie,’ I suppose I generally use ‘cock’ nowadays but there’s lots of names for it. My favourite is ‘Beef Bayonet,'”

“Oh, I’ve never heard that one,” she exclaimed, taking a moment to think, then declaring, “I like that one, too.”

I laughed again, thinking of all the other names I’d heard it called.

“Do you want to see how I pee as a boy?” she asked.

She moved me aside and arched her hips, opening her legs. I stood to the side watching as she pulled her lips apart with her fingertips and let go a stream of her own water.

When she was done she bent forward and grabbed a handful of toilet paper. Her round ass looked so delicious. I reached to it and began caressing her soft skin. She stood back up and with her free hand pulled my arm to her waist.

She threw the paper in and flushed, turning to put her arm over my shoulder, pulling my head to hers.

As she moved her lips to mine, I asked, “So, you gonna do my back or what?”

She kissed me as the giggle at my words broke, having only a second or two of contact as our bodies caught up and pressed together.

“Oh, you,” she protested lightly. “Come on, then, ‘let’s start the day,'”

After we’d showered and dried we had a ten minute walk to the cafeteria to be among the first to breakfast. We were near finished when Jake came in and came over.

“Janey, everything ok?”

“More than ok, bro,” she replied, gleefully letting the smile curl her lips. “You’ve met Jonathan?”

“He’s wearing my sandals,” he replied. “You’ve got a nice one there, the size of him.”

I’m sure I blushed; I felt the flush to my cheek.

Jane laughed. “You’re just jealous this time.”

She turned to me. “Jake’s my brother. He got me the job here, said it’d keep me safe from men.”

It was my turn to laugh, which came out more of a snicker as I tried to suppress it.

Jake seemed caught for a smart reply. “Makes the occasional one like a treat, then.”

Then he turned to me. “Nice to see you’ve picked the best.”

I thought of Jo and of our promised boat ride later.

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I woke up late the next day and decided to work from home. As I was eating breakfast my wife called and asked me how my week was going. In some part of my mind I wanted told her about Kaylie and her hot body is and how sweet her pussy tastes. How she doesn’t need to worry about not wanting sex as much anymore, that I would just pay Kaylie or other young girls to let me service them. But in reality I just told her I was working a lot and going to bed early. About 11am I decided to text Kaylie.

“Hey sexy. Any chance I could take you to dinner tonight before or after we meet?”

“Dinner? Maybe. Where?” Kaylie asked.

“Anywhere you want. Wanna go crazy and hit a nice place? I can buy you a dress if you don’t have one.” I offered.

“Really? I just saw a dress last weekend that I loved but couldn’t afford. If it’s ok I’ll go get it. My parents aren’t home so you can pick me up here at 5 and you choose the place.” Kaylie texted back.

“Of course it’s okay. See you at 5 then.” I responded.

I pulled up to Kaylie’s and texted her that I was there. When she walked out the door my jaw hit the fucking floor. She had on a black dress and black high heels. I jumped out to go around and open the door for my date.

“You look unbelievably hot!” I told her as she stepped into the car.

“Thanks. And just so you know, I’m not wearing panties.” Kaylie informed me.

She knew that would drive me crazy the whole night. God I love this girl!

We got to the restaurant and pulled up to the valet. The valets were visibly wondering how the hell I was with a hot young beautiful girl like Kaylie. I smiled and put my hand on her lower back and lead her inside as they parked my car.

Once inside, we got many of those same looks. I’m in my 40’s and decent looking, but Kaylie is clearly very much younger, sexy, and beautiful.

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner and had great conversation. I asked her about school, her friends, and her future plans. Conversation flowed very well the whole evening.

Thinking all night about her being pantyless, right after desert I asked, “Ready to go?”

“Yes beşiktaş escort I am,” Kaylie said with a devilish smile.

On the way to my place she hiked up her dress exposing her bare pussy. I took that invitation and put my hand between her legs and began to rub her clit. She got wet right away and spread her legs wider for my fingers to have access. I stuck a finger in her pussy and pulled it out and brought it to my mouth to taste her.

“You’re so naughty!” Kaylie said.

I continue playing with her slit all the way home. She had laid back in the seat a little and pulled the top of her dress aside so I could see her big firm tits too.

When we got to my place I parked in the garage and we entered the house through there. Kaylie quickly dropped her sexy dress to the floor and walked in just her heels in front of me to the bedroom. My cock went from soft to fully hard in a few seconds of watching her nude ass bounce as she walked.

When Kaylie got in the room she climbed on the bed and got on all fours with her ass toward me. I knew immediately what she wanted me to do first.

“How’s the view?” She playfully asked while looking at me over her shoulder.

“It couldn’t be any better!” I responded.

“You can get naked if you want.” She offered.

“Sure. But no sex!” I said with a big smile.

I got undressed with Kaylie watching me and me staring at her perfect ass and pussy. Not to mention her C cups hanging down towards the bed.

I got on the bed behind her and began kissing her back while reaching under her and massaging her big boobs. I felt the weight of her melons and the hardness of her nipples. Of course my hard penis was poking around the back of her legs and ass but it was never a thought that we’d fuck.

I moved my kissing toward her lower back and down to her ass cheeks while one hand was exploring her soaking wet crotch. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back into my face as I plunged my tongue deep in her asshole.

“Oohhh” I hear sweet Kaylie murmur.

Maybe without even knowing beşyol escort she began to bounce her ass just slightly. It was so sexy knowing that she was loving what I was doing back there. My hands moving from her tits to her ass to her pussy while I tongue kissed her pink pucker.

“I’m cumming” Kaylie announced.

And yes she did cum. Quite a body shuddering orgasm as well. Her legs tensed and shook, her back arched high, her rib cage expanded with her heavy breathing, and her cunt released the sweet nectar us men love so much.

I just continued to make love to her ass with my tongue and enjoy the feel of her entire body with my hands.

After a long analingus session with Kaylie on her hands and knees she pulled away and flipped onto her back. Her face was flushed, she was panting heavily, sweat beaded on her forehead and between her perfect tits.

“I want to feel your lips on my clit,” my insatiable young lover demanded.

Without hesitation I dove between her legs and took her throbbing clit in my mouth. I lightly chewed, kissed, sucked, hummed on, and flicked her love button until she was screaming in another orgasm.

“Oh fuck that’s good!” She shouted. “Keep going please!!”

I had no plans to stop until my young mistress pushed me away when she becomes too sensitive. Kaylie was arching her back, raising and lowering her legs, moving her arms about, and grinding her hips into me as I continued servicing her sweet pussy.

Kaylie let out a groan. Contorted her legs and put one hand on the back of my head and the other on her tits. Her whole body shook and vibrated and I heard her yell at the top of her lungs, “I’m cumming so hard. I’m cumming.”

Just then her pussy clenched and then opened and Kaylie squirted her love juice all over my face and bed. She lost all control and was drooling and talking gibberish as her orgasm took over her body. Her clear liquid came in forceful squirts a few times and other times ran from her cunt and down to her ass.

When Kaylie finished this earth shattering orgasm she beykent escort looked down at me with a look of embarrassment. Kaylie had never squirted before and she didn’t know if this was normal or if it I considered it to be not desirable.

I wanted to quickly assure her that I loved every minute of it and said, “oh sweetie that was so hot! You taste so good!”

Kaylie smiled and laid her head back onto the pillow. I don’t think she had the energy to speak. I placed my lips back down to her honey hole and gently kissed her pussy lips. Her body recoiled because of the sensitivity of her clitorus.

After several minutes Kaylie told me, “Oh my god that was the best thing ever!”

I just said, “good,” with a smile.

“I didn’t know I could cum that hard! Did you cum?” She asked.

“No sweetie but I’m ready. Wanna watch?” I figured I’d jack myself off.

“You know I do. Do you wanna cum on my tits?” As if she would even have to ask.

“Sounds hot!” I told her and moved up next to her. I grabbed my cock shaft and was about to start to stroke and Kaylie reached over and pushed my hand away. Then she wrapped her hand around my dick and began to pump it.

“Are you sure?” I inquired.

“Shut up and enjoy it!” She laughingly said.

Kaylie watched her own hand piston up and down my cock. When she got to the top she made sure to give the head some friction and she went down all the way to the base.

I went from watching her hand jerk my cock to watching her tits bounce from her movement to surveying her entire hot body.

When I was ready I announced, “I’m going to cum baby!”

Kaylie pointed my dick at her big beautiful melons and kept stroking. I grunted and started blowing my load all over her globes. She was smiling and jacking and shot after shot of hot spunk covered her tits. She let go of my dick when it was obvious I had no more cum to release.

“I hear this is good for the skin,” Kaylie said as she rubbed my cum all over her tits and gave me a big smile.

“I’d being willing to provide you with as much as you need sweetheart.” I told her.

Kaylie looked at the clock and said, “holy shit it’s 10:30!”

We had been going at it for hours. But I could stay between her legs all night truth be told.

“Would it be weird if I slept here? Just sleep?” Kaylie gingerly asked.

“Sleep in my bed princess. I’ll be in the living room watching tv for a bit then in the spare bedroom. Goodnight.”

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I smile as I walk up to you and wrap my arms around your neck. “I’ve missed you” I say as I lean in and kiss you.

You kiss me back, biting on my lower lip. “I’ve missed you too,” you say, breaking the kiss and placing a hand on my ass. I moan quietly, look over to the bed and back at you. You smile as you see me look over to the bed and begin to push me towards it. I stop and kiss you.

“I guess you know what I was thinking.”

“You know what they say, great minds think alike.” I kiss you again, your tongue sliding in to my mouth. I moan again and begin to undo your shirt. You continue to push me towards the bed, reaching under my shirt to play with my tits. I run my hands over your chest and wrap my arms around your neck as you bahçeşehir escort push me down on to the bed, pulling you down with me.

You begin to take off my top, only breaking the kiss to pull me top over my head. I continue to undo your shirt and push it off your shoulders. I smile as I feel you reach under me to undo my bra. I push you off of me and push you down on to the bed. I climb on top of you and begin to kiss your chest. You reach up to undo the clasp on my bra and take it off. I continue to kiss down your chest. I undo your pants and pull them off. I crawl back up to kiss your hardening cock through your boxers. I pull your boxers down with my teeth, revealing you bakırköy escort cock.

You pull me back up and kiss me again as you push me over so that you’re on top again. You begin to kiss down my collar bone, playing with my tits. You begin to lick and suck on one of my nipples and then move to the other one. I moan and run my fingers through your hair. You kiss down my stomach until you reach my pants. You undo them and pull them down with my panties. I lift my ass off the bed to help you. You come back up and kiss me hard as you spread my legs with your hand, lightly brushing your fingers against my shaved pussy.

I moan as I feel the head of your cock rubbing against the başakşehir escort lips of my pussy. “Are you ready?” I close my eyes and nod. You thrust into me slowly and I cry out in pleasure and pain as your cock enters me for the first time, stretching my pussy. You kiss me and wipe away the stray tears as you begin to thrust more of your cock into me. I wrap my legs around you, forcing you deeper in to my pussy.

“Please fuck me hard and fast.” I moan and run my hands through your hair. I arch my back as you begin to fuck me faster. You lean forward and begin to suck on and play with my tits. I moan as I feel your cock begin to throb, realizing I’m getting close.

“I’m gonna cum.” I scream as you continue to fuck me faster. I scream again as I begin to cum, your cock throbbing faster. You thrust hard in to me one last time as you shoot your load into me.

I moan in disappointment as you pull out of my pussy and lay down next to me, breathing hard. I lay my head on your chest and smile at you. “That was great for a first time. I love you.”

You smile and kiss me. “I love you too.”

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Morning After

Josh’s cock was shrinking inside me and semen began to leak from the condom.

We were in a motel room and last night I had watched him masturbate several times and he had finger fucked me to orgasm. The session had gotten me over my obsession with watching him ejaculate and this morning I had mounted him with abandon and ridden him to climax out of sheer carnal passion. But I was already feeling regrets. Josh Westerly was a frequent overnight visitor in my dorm room at USC. My roommate, Rachael spent many of her nights fucking his roommate in their room so he came to our room. He and I had been intimate a couple of times but for some reason I always felt guilty afterwards.

Why did I feel bad again? What was with me? Why was it that whenever I had sex with Josh I felt bad about it the next day? I liked him. I liked him a lot. And he really knew how to please me. Despite his small penis I could get off almost every time.

Josh sure didn’t seem to feel bad. He was attentive and clearly wanted to do it again. The next day he asked me out and kept dropping hints. Now I felt bad about saying, “no sex tonight.”

Father Ray was a priest at the campus Catholic Student Center. I had found that I could talk to him about anything, including my sex life. Father Ray had been working on me to avoid sex with Josh. As a result, since Josh returned from spring break I had managed to avoid sex until this morning.

I had decided not to talk to Fr. Ray about what Josh and I had done but my feelings drove me to his office. I just couldn’t stay away and when I was with him I always felt obliged to tell him everything, no matter what my original intentions.

“Susie, what a pleasant surprise,” he greeted me with a smile. He noticed my downcast appearance and asked, “What can I help you with?”

I turned to confirm that the door was closed behind me and told him about what I had been doing with Josh. “Now I don’t feel good about it,” I concluded.

“Maybe because you realize it’s wrong?” he suggested.

I expected the question and had been considering it. I answered honestly, “no, I don’t think that’s it.”

He sighed slightly, “Did you read the book I gave you?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“And what do you think of what you are doing based on what the book says?”

The book had been heavily biased against pre-marital sex. “I don’t think I agree with it,” I answered.

“None of it?”

“Well, a lot of the details made sense. But the idea that sex is only for marriage …” I left the rest of what I had to say hanging.

“I see,” he replied. Then after a pause, “So what about Josh. Why do you think you might feel bad?”

After a half hour of discussion he managed to convince me that the problem was likely that Josh wanted a long term relationship and I didn’t. I felt bad because I wasn’t giving him what he wanted. And, I knew it.

“By having sex with him, even the mutual masturbation, you’re kind of leading him on,” Fr. Ray said. “Do you see that?”

“Yes, I guess so,” I answered.

“Don’t you see how that’s wrong?” he asked.

That was harder to admit, “yes,” I squeaked out.

He smiled, “I think you need to let Josh know that you aren’t interested in him romantically, or sexually.”

I gulped and told him, “but Iam interested in him sexually.”

“Don’t you see? For Josh a sexual interest implies a long term relationship,” He smiled a smile of suppressed laughter.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“Not funny, ironic, definitely unusual. Usually it’s the man who just wants sex and the woman who is taken advantage of because she expects a long term relationship.”

“You mean I’m like a guy who takes advantage of a woman for his sexual enjoyment?” I was angry at the suggestion.

He sat still and stared at me, non verbally implying I knew the answer.

“I’m not!” I exclaimed. “I do it because Josh wants it too.”

He continued to just look at me.

I sat in silence and after what seemed like forever he spoke calmly and quietly, “I think Josh wants to because he hopes it will lead to a long term relationship. And … I believe you realize that.”

“It will be devastating to Josh if I tell him we are to be ‘just friends’.”

“Exactly my point, Josh doesn’t want ‘just friends’. He expects, … wants, more. I think you need to let him know only that you have no intention of a long term relationship and since sex implies a long term relationship it is best there be no sex.”

“But sex doesn’t imply along term relationship.”

“Susie, for Josh, I suspect it does. At least he expects it to possibly lead to a long term relationship. And, honestly, I need to correct you. Sexdoes imply a long term relationship.”

Okay, maybe Josh was hoping for a long term relationship and maybe I was just leading him on. But I wasn’t about to dash his hopes again. “He must feel like a yo-yo,” I thought. We have sex and then I tell him no sex and then I have sex. But, God, I was glad he put up with it.

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Father Ray might be an expert on proper behavior and seemed to have a real feel for me but he had no clue about what it might do to Josh if I told him we were “just friends” again.

The semester will be over in a month, I realized. After that Josh would be graduating and leaving for a job he had obtained in the Bay Area. Therefore, I didn’t need to tell him anything. We still had the agreement that we would have sex only when I agreed to it. I’d just keep putting him off and the semester would end, he’d leave for his job, and then, sadly, this episode of my sex life would draw to a close.

But Josh started dropping hints about good medical schools in the Bay Area. “You could go to Stanford,” he mentioned one evening.

It had become clear that what he wanted was for me to come to the Bay Area with him. I decided to confront the issue. “Why would I want to do that?” I asked.

“It wouldn’t be hard,” he said, avoiding my direct question. “I’m sure your grades are adequate.”

“I don’t want to be applying to another school,” I stated. “I’m doing fine here. Why change?”

Well, …” he hesitated and then, in a subdued voice, admitted his motive. “You could come to the Bay Area with me.”

I tried to be a sweet as possible. “Josh,” I told him, “I’m not coming to the Bay Area with you.”

His look betrayed his disappointment.

“You really want to be with me, don’t you?” I said and he nodded.

“Josh you are special to me too, but not ‘move to the Bay Area’ special. Just like I don’t think I’m ‘stay in L.A.’ special to you.”

“Susie, you are ‘stay in L.A.’ special. I can find a job here.”

“No, Josh, You need to get on with your life. You can’t build your life around me. I like you. I like you a lot. But, Josh, you’re not the person I’m ready to build my life around. Let’s make the best of the couple of weeks we have left.”

I held him in my arms and felt a couple of tears drop from his eyes. “Why must this be so hard?” I wondered and decided that I would make Josh’s last day with me as special as possible. “It’ll be a surprise,” I decided, “and Father Ray doesn’t need to know either.”

But, of course, Father Ray did know. I told him. It’s like this stuff just flows out of me when I talk to him.

We were in the middle of a discussion and the topic kept nagging at me. I couldn’t get it to go away. It had to come out.

Right in the middle of something else I blurted out, “I’m going to have sex with Josh on the last day of the semester.”

He was taken aback, I suspect mostly from the sudden change of topic. He recovered, “Susie, I thought we agreed that sex with Josh was improper.”

I corrected him, “we agreed that it was wrong because Josh thought he had a long term chance with me. But now he knows he doesn’t. I’ve made it clear. And because it’s our last day together, there won’t be any hint that our relationship will continue.”

“Susie, you know that’s an inappropriate use of your sexual gift.” He liked to use the word “gift” meaning a gift from God, not in the sense that I was giving Josh the gift of my body.

“I don’t think so, Father. I’ll be showing Josh I care for him and It’ll give him confidence with women.”

“Confidence?”

“Yes, he’ll know that at least one woman likes him and wants him.”

“I’m not sure I know how to respond to that other than to disagree. Why do you think he needs confidence?”

“He’s so shy, father. He wouldn’t even ask me out for the longest time. And …” I hesitated.

“I don’t see why having sex would make a difference. You’ve been going out with him and showing that you like him. Doesn’t that do it?”

“Well, I don’t think so. There’s also, …” I hesitated again.

“Also?”

I told him something I hadn’t told him before, “He has a tiny penis, father. He needs to know that he can pleasure a woman with it.”

I could tell he was unsure how to address that. He punted, “I don’t think penis size is that important.”

I returned the punt, “it doesn’t matter what you think, Father. It matters what Josh thinks. Only by having sex with him can I help him understand penis size isn’t important.”

His response was what I considered a weak one, “I don’t think that’s true and I don’t believe it’s an adequate justification.”

Last Day

Rachael finished her finals and left the day before mine were completed. Josh was staying around for the graduation ceremonies. I invited him out to dinner when my finals were over. His parents were arriving the next day for graduation. I wasn’t up to meeting them and intended to leave before they came.

We had a nice leisurely dinner and mostly talked about the times we had over the semester.

“I’ll miss you, Josh,” I told him. I’ll miss our talks in the evening. I’ll miss your advice. I’ll miss the sex.”

“Me too Susie,” he responded.

At the door to my dorm ataköy escort room he hesitated, not sure what to do. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled him inside, unbuttoned my blouse and flipped it at him, Turning my back to him I requested, “unhook my bra, Josh,”

He did and I took it off, hung it over the outside doorknob and closed the door to the room.

I raised my arms and turned to him, “Do you like what you see?”

“Of course I do, Susie, you have beautiful breasts.”

“What would you like to do with them, Josh?”

“What?”

“What would you like to do with my breasts? Touch them?”

He reached toward me, “Uhh, sure.”

I pulled back, “not yet, Josh, tell me what you want to do with them.”

“Touch them?”

“Touch what, Josh, tell me what you want to do.”

He reached out again, “I want to touch your breasts.”

I pulled back, “Is that all?”

He caught on to my game, “I’d like to hold them, I want to hold your breasts in my hands.”

“And?”

“And, … I like to watch them move as you move.”

“Like this?” I began swaying my torso back and forth, arms raised in front of him. I looked at myself in the dressing mirror on the door and moved my chest so my breasts bounced slightly. They aren’t large but have filled out nicely, slightly conical with large, hard nipples right at the tip of the cone and pointing straight out from my chest, not a bit of sag. I smiled as I admired them.

“Yes,” he said, “and I’d like to rub your nipples.”

I swung toward him and pulled back as he reached out for my swaying breasts.

“I’d like to suck them and lick at your nipples and feel them against my chest, and, … “

I had put my right heel into his crotch. “Untie my shoes, please,” I requested.

After my shoes were off, I unzipped and lowered my jeans. I swirled in front of him and admired my body in the mirror. Taking that aerobics class three times a week and swimming two or three days a week sure paid off. My belly was flatter than ever, my waist narrowed perfectly from my hips. I wore bikini briefs two sizes smaller than before I came to USC: one size smaller because I had slimmed and another just to show off my fleshy genitals and rounded mons.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked, stopping with my back to him, throwing my hair to the side and looking at him over my shoulder. I slapped my butt and wiggled it at him.

“Sure,” he said.

“And what do you want to do with what you see?” I asked, turning to face him.

He knew what I was getting at. “Caress you all over, feel your hard body, rub your cunt.”

“Would you like to see my cunt?” I asked, pushing my thumbs into the waistband of my panties.

“Sure!”

“And what will you do with it if I show it to you?”

“Admire its beauty, run my fingers through your lovely pubic hair, massage your clit,”

“And?”

“And I’d push my finger up your vagina and rub your G-spot.”

“Only your finger?”

“I’d kiss your cunt and lick at your vaginal entrance.”

“Is there any other body part you’d like to put in my cunt?”

He hesitated because we had been avoiding full vaginal intercourse.

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“And what part might that be?”

“My penis.”

“And what do you want to do with your penis?”

“I want to put my penis up your cunt, in your vagina.”

“That can be arranged,” I told him and began to unbutton his shirt.

Taking his lead from my questioning he asked, “What do you want from me?”

“I want your naked body,” I exclaimed pulling off his shirt and lightly rubbing my hands over his almost hairless chest.

“What do you want it for?” he asked.

“I want to bring you incredible pleasure with it,” I replied, untying his shoes.

“And how do you intend to do that?”

I threw his shoes aside and unzipped his trousers. “I’ll caress it and kiss it and bring it to a level of excitement that can only be relieved by orgasm.”

I pulled his pants off. His small cock was straining against his briefs. “Is that all?” he asked.

“I intend to go down on this lovely cock,” I said freeing it from its restraint. “I plan to allow it to penetrate my inmost, intimate being. There I will stimulate it until it gives up its life-giving fluid in a spasm of pleasure.”

He was naked and I pushed him back on the bed.

“Andyou,” I said as I began my ministrations to his body, “may use my body in any way that provides you pleasure.”

He began stroking my neck and then my back as I gently massaged his chest. I had him roll over and massaged his back. He tried reaching my legs with is hands but gave up and just relaxed under my touch. I moved down to his legs and feet and them up to his butt, running my fingers down his butt crack to his balls and giving them a soft squeezed, I repeated and repeated my motions until I decided it was time for more direct sexual contact.

I asked him to roll over and watched all four inches of his cock spring bahçelievler escort into sight. “That’s what I’m looking for!” I exclaimed and engulfed it with my mouth. I sucked at it for a few minutes and then got up and knelt over him with his penis nuzzling my pussy lips. I wiggled my hip so his cock tickled at my entrance.

Josh protested, “no condom?”

I put my finger to his mouth to ‘shush’ him. “No condom tonight Josh, I want to feel your hard, warm, naked cock and your semen inside my soft, warm, wet vagina. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Yes, I guess.”

“Josh, what do you want?”

“I want my penis inside your vagina.”

“Can you be more specific,” I challenged him.

After a second he caught on, “I want my hard, naked cock inside your soft, warm wet, pussy,” he said.

I impaled myself on him, “Ahh, yes, that’s what I want. How about you, Josh?”

“That’s what I want too.”

“What’s that. Josh?”

“That’s what I want too.”

“What is it that you want?”

I want my hard, warm penis inside your soft wet vagina.”

I smiled, lifted off him rolled to the side, no mean feat to stay in the twin bed. “I want you on top — thrusting your hard, naked cock into my wet, willing pussy.”

He got up to allow me to roll entirely on my back. I put a pillow under my hips to ease his entry and asked, “what do you want?”

“To thrust my hard, naked cock into your warm, inviting cunt,” he responded.

I spread my legs for him, “Fuck me. Josh, fuck me good and hard.” He knelt between my legs and slid his small cock inside. I pushed my hips against him and pulled him down to me so I could kiss his lips.

He lay on me, my arms around him, my hands on his butt as he moved his hips up an down. His cock slid all the way out and then easily entered again, stimulating my clit, sliding past my G-spot and gently caressing my cervix. Then again, all the way out and all the way in. I loved the feeling of his cock separating my vaginal lips and entering the vacant space.

“Oh! That’s what I want!” I exclaimed, moving my hips to increase the sensation.

“Wiggle that pussy!” he exclaimed back, getting into the verbal flow.

“Drive home that cock,” I said in response.

“As you wish,” he agreed, positioning his hips so the tip of his penis rubbed hard against my G-spot as it slipped in. His testicles slapped my butt on each entry.

“Oh God! Keep doing that!”

I lifted my hips to meet his as his penis penetrated and then dropped my hips as he pulled out.

“Yes, Susie, like that!” he commented.

His penis assaulted my vagina at every angle and I arched my back as the tingle of arousal spread through me. I pulled him down onto me and planted a kiss on his lips, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth. Orgasm coursed through my body and I shook, holding him tight in a vain attempt to lessen the shaking.

His tool continued to plow into my slit without cessation, extending the duration of my ecstasy. “Don’t stop!” I commanded, and he didn’t.

I barely had time to catch my breath when the continuing, repeated, rapid penetrations pulled me over the top again. I writhed in unbearable pleasure. I don’t know how his prick continued to find my hole and lunge inside but it did, touching every pleasure button in the process. I couldn’t stand it but I didn’t want it to stop.

The paroxysms slowly reduced and I felt I could breath again. The driving attack of Josh’s penis on my vagina continued unabated until, with a huge groan he drove his penis further inside than it had ever been and I felt his body shudder. I put my heels on his butt and pulled his hips into me even harder, feeling the gentle vibration of semen pulsing through his cock, the warmth as it emerged inside and ultimately the coolness as a bit of it oozed slowly out.

His penis shrank and slipped out. A warm stream of semen from my vagina and his cock flowed down my butt. He moved off me and began to get out of the bed. “Stay here,” I told him, “let it drip out.”

On the night stand I had placed a newly purchased, monogrammed handkerchief. I grabbed it and used a finger to push the center inside my soaked vagina. “My souvenir of this last night with you,” I told him lying it carefully on the night stand to dry. Then I devoted my attention to licking every last drop of warm, sticky fluid from his cock.

The next morning as Josh arose to get dressed and reached for his underwear I stopped him, “Josh come over here.”

I lay in bed and he stood in front of me with his two inch, partially erect cock and his large testicles right in my face.

“Josh, promise me not to pass up any opportunity you have to be with another woman because of any embarrassment over these wonderful organs.” I cupped a hand over his balls and stroked up along his expanding shaft.

“Josh, they have given me a lot of pleasure and can do the same for any woman. Promise me to be proud of them, not ashamed.” I concluded by kissing the tip of his penis and giving his testicles a gentle squeeze.

“Okay Susie, I will,” he responded and pulled on his briefs. That was the last time I ever saw his genitals. And when he went out the door it was the last time I saw him. So much for Father Ray’s statement that sex implied a long term relationship.And, that was the only time I had sex with Josh and didn’t feel bad about it the next morning.

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CHAPTER 29 – THE HORSE’S LITTLE PONY

Nguyet’s short visit two weeks ago had left me highly agitated. I had caught myself having prurient thoughts many times in my life, but that Nguyet had left her baby with her mother to come to my house for some tender moments was something else. I was still impressed, as it showed how strong her yearning must have been. Luckily, I had been at the house by myself and my wife hadn’t returned earlier. As beautiful as that hour with Nguyet was though, it hadn’t been fully satisfying. Nguyet and I had to soon find a way to be alone for an hour or two.

We knew, however, that it wouldn’t be easy. Nguyet had to take care of her son 24-7, and her mother was always present at their house, as she worked there. As far as I knew, she still went to play cards every Thursday afternoon, but just then I had to work already at two o’clock. And Nguyet’s son was too small to be taken anywhere. I remembered that my wife and I took our son to a café only after four months or so. That was just how it was here in Vietnam.

And, frankly, I didn’t really know what we could have done at a coffee house anyway. Sure, I could have watched her massive breasts while she was breastfeeding her son; I may have been able to touch or even suck her tits a little there, too. I also could have asked her to take her panties off and then ogled her pussy in public, just like back in the good old days. But then what? We couldn’t just go to a hotel with her baby. Although the thought amused me to no end, it didn’t really help in the search for some viable way to satisfy our desires.

I asked Nguyet if we couldn’t go to her apartment under some pretext. She took a while to reply—possibly because she was thinking hard about the options we had—but, in the end, she told me we had to wait at least until January for that. In a separate message an hour later, she promised to find a way to get me to her parents’ house before that.

Christmas was approaching—which didn’t mean much in Vietnam—but our school had decided to have big Christmas celebrations this year, as the Halloween party had been cancelled due to a typhoon. The school had actually been closed for two whole days as a safety precaution. Now, in the middle of December, everyone was hankering for sweets, gifts, decorations, listening to Christmas music and watching movies—the whole shebang.

I frankly didn’t care much for Christmas, as it was too warm here in Vietnam. Obviously, there was no snow and no gingerbread either. But my students loved the change of pace from the textbook routine, and my new classroom was still a little bare, so I got colored paper, glue, thread, and scissors, and all students were now producing reindeer, fake parcels, sledges, snowmen, and Christmas trees. We hung everything up on the walls around the room and took some photos, which I posted on Facebook.

Ngan, our most beautiful assistant, had seen them and became excited. She came up to my classroom during the long break between five and five-forty to admire what the students had created. She hadn’t been up to my floor for several weeks, but now she was walking along the walls, admiring the posters and everything else. Apart from the two of us, there was no one else up here this time of the day.

It was moving to see her so excited. Even though there was no tradition of Christmas in Vietnam, she saw the beauty in what the children had made. Her eyes were shining—just the way they are supposed to during the Holiday season. When I kissed her, she was a tad startled, as we were colleagues and at work, but then she went quickly to the door to double-check if someone was outside. When she didn’t see anyone, the bolted the door and walked back to where I was still standing. Obviously, she wanted a little more, and we kissed again. This time more passionately.

She was wearing a black, knee-length skirt today and as the door was locked, I put my hands on her hips. We kissed, and I let my hands travel further towards her butt cheeks. I still hadn’t had the chance to admire them fully. I massaged them through her skirt, but when I wanted to lift it up, she blushed and stopped me. My dick was pumping, and I took her hand and placed it on my crotch. Just like at the café two months ago, I made my dick twitch, but she only said:

“I better go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yes, but we’ve got to see each other tomorrow. Or at least in the next few days. I can’t wait any longer.”

In my mind, I saw the image of her sitting at the cafe with her lap exposed; I remembered her lacy panties, her straight, long legs, her slim dark bush, and I got dizzy from my own desire. I touched her breasts briefly, but then she turned and walked away. After she was gone, I bolted the door again to be alone.

The next day, Ngan had morning shift from half past seven to about half past twelve. I was at home; my wife was out and about again. I sent Ngan a message that I desperately wanted to see her and waited. After what we had experienced the evening before in my classroom, I couldn’t atakent escort think of anything else but fucking her. I imagined various scenarios and positions, and I knew she had the whole afternoon off. We both had to be at work around five, which gave us ample time.

Around noon, I got a message from her, saying I could come over. She also said that she had bought something to eat for us. I packed my bag, as I would go straight to work from her house, took a quick shower, and clipped my fingernails. I still couldn’t think straight but made plans for the afternoon as I was driving over to her house anyway. Perhaps she could ride me today? And I definitely wanted to admire and lick her ass and pussy from behind.

Just as the last time, I parked at the huge tree near her house and walked over to her door, which was ajar. I went in, put my briefcase down, and my eyes adjusted to the dim room. She had already closed the shutters, and when I looked at her, I got an immediate erection. I couldn’t imagine sitting down and eating. We had to do it first.

She seemed to feel the same way, as she pulled her red company polo-shirt over her head immediately. We kissed, and her vanilla bra caught my eye. We kissed passionately, just like the evening before in my classroom, after she had bolted the door from inside. She threw the shirt onto the chair next to her and opened her bra. I got out of my pants, and she instantly reached for my dick.

We were both panting heavily. While I was taking off my shirt, she got on her knees to take my dick in her mouth. I rested my hands on her shoulders and watched her. I wondered if she had given blowjobs before; she seemed somewhat experienced. Eventually, I started to thrust in her mouth, but then I stopped after a minute or two, as I wanted to come in her pussy. I made a note to ask about her blowing experience over lunch.

She got up and unbuttoned her pants in the front. I reached inside and massaged her pussy through the fabric of her panties. Using both thumbs, she pushed her pants down. Apparently, her bra and her panties were a set, as they were of the same color and both had lacy parts. ‘That’s how she went to work today?’ I wondered. Or did she know that morning already that she was going to invite me here? Well, I guessed I could ask her that over lunch, too.

I rubbed her pussy a little more with my middle finger, as we were kissing again, but then she pulled her panties down and me onto the bed. I reached for the blanket, which I put on the floor to kneel on. I decided to save her butt cheeks for after lunch, but now I’d take good care of her pussy, which I hadn’t seen from close up either. As I was folding the blanket, a subtle, yet powerful pussy aroma enveloped me, as she sure hadn’t taken a shower after her morning shift yet.

Just as Tuyet’s, Ngan’s pubic triangle ended above her clit; there was hardly any hair on the darker skin next to her pussy. But now she covered her pussy with her hand, like she didn’t want me to see it. I looked at her face over her breasts, and then she laughed and removed her hand, after I had kissed it.

„You mustn’t look in there, Ben. That’s for peeing and putting your penis in,” she giggled and tried to put her knees together again.

I respected her attempt to appear modest, and it sure was fetching to watch the alacrity of her nimble, flawless body, but I couldn’t hold back. I pressed her thighs open and leaned forward into her crotch. I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and dived into her wet, sticky snatch. Right away, she started moaning and expelled little cute screams of enchantment. Her body started to contort, and she acted like was being tickled too much. I circled her clitoris, which stood out nicely under the folds of her skin, with my tongue, and licked her pussy from the bottom to the top. Some nectar oozed out between her lips, with which I lubricated the whole area.

When she started moaning heavily, like she was drifting into trance already, I reached under her knees and pushed and lifted her onto the middle of the bed and turned her slightly. Yes, I had wanted her to ride me, but maybe we shouldn’t overdo the new stuff. She seemed to enjoy the missionary position anyway, and so did I. Her young, graceful body was quite a sight to behold, especially since her scarlet pussy was already wet and glistening. I just mounted her, as we both had to blow off some steam before we could do anything else.

After I had pushed my glans inside her, we looked at each other and laughed.

“Jesus, that was a long time!” I said.

“You just got here,” she replied, befuddled.

“No, I mean, from the last time to today; it was like two months. I thought we’d do it more often. You avoided me at work, didn’t you?”

“Did I? Oh, well, now you’re back inside me. Just fuck me now, will you?! Quickly!”

Perhaps she had wanted to seem chaste and virtuous at work, just like so many other young women of her generation. And, yes, it was akbatı escort unusual what we did. As far as I knew, we were the first affair among a foreign teacher and an assistant during the seven years the school existed.

I pushed my body higher up and my dick with it. Today, this was much easier than last time, as was everything else. Ngan was also more active than two months earlier: she licked her fingers and twiddled my nipples, and then she even sucked on them. I tried to fill her pussy nicely by pushing my cock more and more in with every thrust, without hurting her.

She still had her eyes open and cheered me on as I was fucking her. She thoroughly enjoyed being done on her bed, at home, during lunch, with impunity. She didn’t seem to have any pain whatsoever. Nor remorse. And, yes, those five or ten minutes last night at my classroom had shown both of us how much we wanted each other. Now, she was swaying pretty hard under my thrusts and started panting rather heavily. She closed her eyes, while I thrusted harder and faster.

She still let out subdued little screams: ‘A, A-ha, Aah!’ but she didn’t want be heard outside. The shutters were closed, but there was no glass in the window, only bars. I guess anyone walking by would have heard us. Anyway, I got up on my arms to watch her during the last two minutes and then gushed profusely inside her.

I was still propped up on my arms, watching her after the splashes had subsided. She opened her eyes and smiled but said:

“Lie down on me. Otherwise, I’m going to get cold.”

The funny thing was that it was rather nippy today, perhaps 72 degrees, which felt cool, as there are usually between 86 and 97 degrees. I reached for the blanket on the floor, lied down next to her and covered both of us. My right hand was on her hip, and I felt relieved in the true sense of the word.

We snuggled for a little while but then she got up and disappeared behind the curtain. I could hear her peeing and washing herself, while I forged plans for after lunch. Yes, I would try to make her kneel her on the bed, so that I could finally examine and caress her butt. And when she was aroused again, I’d mount her from behind. That I still hadn’t really seen her slim, longish butt cheeks was utterly preposterous.

Just as I was imagining her pussy framed by her cheeks, she reappeared from behind the curtain and looked for something to wear. She picked a thin, dark-yellow cardigan, which, conveniently, she put on without a bra. Now she was looking for panties and, as she bent over, I could admire her butt for a moment. But her pussy was deeply buried between those mesmerizing, low-hanging cheeks.

She went over to the cooker in the corner and put a pot on. Even though it was nippy, she didn’t seem to want to wear pants. I put on my shirt and underwear, while we were waiting for the soup to warm us. I watched her agile movements as she was setting the table and saw that she started to peel a mango now. I knew already where to dip the fruit in for dessert. There might still be some cum inside her pussy, but I was pretty sure I would try anyway. Or we’d do it next time. The way we had devoured each other 20 minutes ago, I was sure there would be a sequel to our sensual play.

Now, she put two bowls with soup on the small coffee table next to the bed. I sat up; the chair was still available, but I wanted to sit close to her. She smelled of soap, and I could see some skin between the buttons of her cardigan.

“That was refreshing,” I laughed. “It was good to do it again, huh?”

“Well, it was only my second time,” she replied.

“Third.”

“No, that one botched time with my boyfriend doesn’t count.”

“But we did it twice last time. So today was the third already.”

“I see. Anyway. Do you like the soup?” she changed topics.

“Not bad. Where did you get it?

“Close to the school. Next to the gas station. Do you want banh trang?”

That was a large, round, toasted rice cracker.

“Sure. Always,” I said, as it added some substance to the soup.

We ate quietly for a few minutes. When we had finished, I went to the bathroom. In the meantime, she had cleared the table and was cutting the mango. She put two toothpicks in the pieces, and I held a piece of fruit next to her cardigan.

“Same color,” I pointed out.

“Eight toothpicks bathe,” she cracked up and looked down on herself.

She had picked up the running gag again from our last time together. In Vietnamese, the word for all three—toothpick, bathe, and eight—was ‘tam’. The diacritics above the vowels were different, but for a foreign learner, the differences were too minor to pick up and too difficult to reproduce. As we had played around enough with this joke the last time, I just opened one button of her cardigan and reached inside. Ngan looked down on herself again but I just kept going, as I realized that both, my dick and her nipple, were getting harder. I took a piece of mango with another toothpick aksaray escort and fed her.

She skewered another piece with her toothpick and wanted to feed me in turn. When she had bent over, she saw the bulge in my underwear, but didn’t say anything. We both moved backwards a bit on the bed. At my age, I wasn’t nimble enough anymore to squad for a long time without leaning against a wall. When she wanted me to snatch the fruit, though, I motioned towards her snatch with my chin. Of course, she didn’t know what I meant.

“Dunk it in your pussy first,” I requested.

She put on a mocking smile and looked at me for a few seconds but then pulled her panties aside and did as I desired. Then she watched me eat the piece gleefully. After I had swallowed, she burst out laughing:

“Have you tried that before?”

“Of course. Whenever the opportunity presents itself …”

She seemed curious, pulled her panties to the side again and coated another slice of mango with her pussy juice. First, she just touched it with the tip of her tongue, but then she ate it. She grimaced, as the fruit was sour, but then only said:

“Well, I don’t know …”

“Take off your panties,” I told her as I was taking off my underwear.

My half-stiff dick was covered by my shirt, but I arranged the fabric so that we could see it. She hesitated but then there was no reason to suddenly be bashful. We both knew what we would do again in 20 minutes or so.

After she sat down, I took another piece and rubbed it between her legs, even though I couldn’t see her pussy. I knew where it was, though. I smacked my lips and caressed her bush, which was the softest I knew. Perhaps she just had shampooed it. She smiled again and shook her head.

“You’re crazy,” she giggled.

“Why?”

“Well, you dip the dessert in what is repulsive to most people.”

“Repulsive? One half of humankind is mad on pussy. Some won’t admit it though …”

She seemed really bouncy all of a sudden, so that I just ate another slice that I had dipped in her pussy. She helped herself, too, but skipped the nectar step.

“Well, I’ve never heard of anyone who does this. And, to be honest, it doesn’t taste that great.”

“Naturally, men like it better than women. And then there’s probably still some cum in your pussy, which—I know—doesn’t taste great. Next time, we’ll do it again, but before we fuck. As foreplay. Speaking of: Get on your knees!”

“What do you wanna do?”

“Caress your butt. See, kiss, lick, and suck it. And then fuck you from behind. We can’t just do missionary all the time.”

“I don’t want you to look at my butt. You mustn’t look at that hole back there. It’s dirty.”

„Nonsense. You just took a shower. It’s part of your beautiful body, which I adore. I wanna put my tongue in back there, and I love seeing pussy framed by butt cheeks. That’s adorable. OK, I’ll touch you gently first, ok?

She kneeled next to me, but she had watched herself carefully not to expose her butthole or pussy as she was moving. Her naked bottom was pointing towards the middle of the room, while she was facing the window. I sat next to her left breast, and all I could see was her left butt cheek from the side. I didn’t want to startle her or force her into doing something that she didn’t enjoy, so I just unbuttoned her cardigan, which looked like a saddlecloth now, as it was dangling.

At the moment, she reminded me of a cute, slim pony anyway. Her bangs looked like some horse’s, as did her hair, which she had open for once. It resembled a mane. And then there were the mango-colored schabraque and her butt. The way she was swaying and looking back at herself brought the image of a horse waiting for its cowboy outside a saloon to my mind. And when she bared her teeth, the simile was complete.

I could not have imagined every detail, but the way we were arranged now was pretty much perfect. I could admire her without haste. She was gorgeous, even though I couldn’t see her breasts, pubic mound, pussy, or butthole. It was immensely erotic, and everything was within reach. We just had fucked an hour ago, so we weren’t overly horny but could envision the sensual pleasures waiting for us. My dick was semi-stiff, but I was sure I could hold back for another half-an-hour or so before I would have to mount her again.

First I reached behind the ‘curtain’, her open knitted cardigan/saddlecloth, and caressed her breasts. I looked at her face but then she turned and looked straight ahead, still smiling. Now I let my hand travel down her belly and thighs, right next to me. Well, my dick was actually pumping rather heavily again; my glans was pushing itself through the foreskin. Perhaps I wouldn’t be able to hold back, as perfect as she was.

Ten years ago, or twenty, I would have gotten up and put on a record and lit candles, but everything was perfect as it was. And then we obviously didn’t have records nor a turntable. Probably no candles either. We didn’t need anything anyway, and there was no need to interrupt our tender love play. My fingers were running over her skin like a spider, which caused her goosebumps. I leaned to the right to catch a glimpse of her butt and pussy, but, as I’ve said, her cheeks hung rather low on her body, so I couldn’t see anything. All I saw was her butthole; for her pussy, I had to move another eight inches to my right.

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I don’t know what possessed me to get involved with him. When we met, I found him arrogant, conceited, and an obvious womanizer. He was at the bar meeting a friend of mine for Christ’s sake. The typical bad boy that every woman says she doesn’t want, but is, in reality, practically dripping to have. But he was gorgeous, with a great body, and I was determined to end a very long, very frustrating dry spell.

So, against my better judgment, I embarked on a campaign to get him into my bed. I flirted, teased, promised, and sent naughty text after naughty text. In hindsight, I feel moderately guilty for aiding in the process of ending his relationship at the time, but she was a horrid, mousy thing; really unworthy of such a charismatic, wildly sexual man. Wink, wink.

Anyway, after a couple of weeks I had succeeded in my efforts, and he proved to be a stellar lover. I’d oftentimes stop by one of his job sites and would in short order find myself pressed against a wall upstairs with my panties around my ankles while he fucked me mercilessly from behind. He was a tireless lover, and these quick, vicious orgasms were amazing and left me drained and satisfied, albeit, craving more.

The few nights I spent in his bed were quick as well. An hour, two tops, but they always ended happily for both of us, with his hand clamped tightly over my mouth so his roommate wouldn’t hear my cries of release. He often told me I should learn to be quiet. But I loved listening to him as he pounded his own sweaty way toward orgasm, his face tight with concentration until that final moment when he would fill my pussy, his own throaty cries inevitably making me spasm again.

But I haven’t even mentioned küçükçekmece escort his cock; eight inches of gorgeous, cut , pulsing flesh. So beautiful, and always eager for my touch. Occasionally, I’d tease him under the table at our favorite bar until we’d escape to the car, drive to a secluded parking lot where I would slide my lips over him for a few brief moments until we’d struggle from our clothes. Then, in sudden, sweet relief he’d bend me over the center console and take my ass, making me cum nearly instantly. I loved having his hands wrapped around my neck while we fucked, enjoying the dominance he displayed while he used my body.

But my favorite, of all our encounters, took place in my bed, under my control. So rarely do I take a dominant role, but I was eager to please him. I remember wanting him to remember what I could do for and to him. For him to wake up some night sweating with thoughts of that day, making him masturbate to a fast, heaving climax with me on his mind.

So I dressed in a sexy little baby doll number with a satin robe and waited impatiently for him to arrive. He came straight from work, smelling gloriously of healthy male and kissed me immediately, his appreciation evident in his roaming hands and the bulge in his jeans. I laughed, pushing him toward the shower, but stood at the door watching him as he showered, his hands soaping his dick teasingly, making me more and more aroused.

I turned, smiling, to walk to the bedroom to prepare. He followed a few moments later, dressed casually; he always knew how much I loved undressing him. I removed his shirt slowly, kissing şişli escort him, running my tongue along his neck and around the shell of his ear, feeling him shudder against my mouth. He reached for me impatiently and I casually slapped his hands away, laughing.

“No touching,” I reminded him, scolding. He shrugged his assent, but trembled with the effort to stay still.

Reaching up, I used a necktie he had brought as a blindfold and led him carefully to lay on the bed. I paused for a moment to stare at him, taking in his tightly clenched hands in the sheets, and his lips, curved in anticipation. I sank down on the bed beside him, lightly tracing his nipples with a fingertip as I mimicked the movement with my tongue on his lips. He kissed me, moaning as I pulled away. I waited until he was still again, and languidly licked a slow line from his ear to the waistband of his pants, nipping at his flesh as I went. He moaned again as I brushed my fingers over the head of his penis pressing up and out of his pants.

Casually I pulled his pants off, whimpering at the sight of his black jock strap barely containing his pulsing cock. I kissed everywhere but his dick, stopping and waiting when his hands fist in my hair, urging me to taste him.

“On your stomach,” I commanded with much more authority than I felt. I swallowed audibly when his perfect, trembling ass was displayed before me, his hands above his head, back taut as he waited.

The crack of the crop surprised him, wrenching a gasp from him, and then another as I soothed the sting with my tongue. He writhed back against me as again and again I slapped his şirinevler escort back and ass, forcing gravelly cries from him until finally I licked a leisurely path from the middle of his back to his ass, stilling his movements beneath me.

Agonizingly slowly I parted those spectacular ass cheeks and delicately licked that puckered hole, tasting heat and him. He bucked back against me, and I scored his back with my nails, pushing my tongue into his tight ass. I held him down as I licked him, teasing his balls and the base of his cock, then delved back to his ass, loving the taste and feel of him.

When I thought he was sure to explode, I stopped and had him turn again. Pulling off his jock, I slowly licked from base to tip and slid my lips over his now dripping slit, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his impending release. Satisfied with his groans, I slid up to kiss him, teasing yet again, pulling his blindfold off to meet those chocolate brown eyes. Suddenly, a wicked gleam lit them, and before I could twist away, I was under him, face down, gasping. His hands dug into my hips as he forced his impossibly swollen cock into my cunt, wresting a husky cry from me as I came instantly, my pussy clenching in sweet release. He continued to pound me mercilessly, slapping my ass hard, teeth bared like an animal. I fucked back to meet every thrust, begging him to use me.

His thrusts grew erratic as he yanked my head back, making me look at him as he battered my cunt. With a final, wild cry, he came, grinding his pelvis into me, making me cum again, gushing. He collapsed over me, shuddering with the final spasms of his orgasm, and when he finally relaxed next to me with an affectionate arm over my back, he laughed, “Apparently, you need to tease me more often!”

************

He has since moved away, and I have yet to find a lover as satisfying, or as brutal. But occasionally, I’ll wake from dreams of him, a hand buried in my pussy, shaking from the remnants of a fading orgasm that makes me miss him….and write it all down…

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“You’re too old to go bumming round the world” all his so called mates had told him. But that was just jealousy, eating them up as they crouched on their precarious little stockbroker rafts in the city, afraid to take the plunge, swim with the sharks, discover…who knows what, just discover.

At the ripe old age of 40 Ray Fenton had done just that. He had taken the plunge, cashed in his shares, hung up his dealing room jacket and had left the rest of the world behind, maybe for a year, maybe more. Who knows, he hadn’t restricted himself by putting time limit on this chapter of his life.

Now he found himself walking alone along a deserted road in North East Brazil. Underneath his now well worn rucksack his back was dark brown, scorched by endless days in the sun. The rest of him was lean, muscled from the months of walking, chopping wood and living off the land.

He came round a bend in the road and the unmistakable smell of the sea caught his nostrils, followed closely by the distant sound of waves striking firm sand. A little bit further down the road half covered by overgrown palm fronds was a battered sign. “Jericoacoara Beach” it proudly announced.

Ray quickened his pace, aching feet and joints reviving at the thought of the cool ocean, a good meal and a chilled beer.

20 Minutes later his old rucksack lay prostrate upon an empty beach, his shorts and sandals lay beside it, drying in the light warm breeze.

He gasped audibly as the first wave hit him, instantly enlivening his senses, making him feel alive again, hungry for more. He dived headlong into the second wave, feeling it pull at him as it broke over him. Revelling in the cool silence that surrounded him. He swan for a few yards underwater then surfaced, only to be hit full in the face by a breaking wave fully twice the size of the one he had dived into.

Eventually the last wave flicked at his ankles as he made his way back up the beach, enjoying the feel of the setting sun upon his naked body.

He lay upon the sand letting the warmth massage him gently, the wind nibbled away at the droplets upon his body.

He felt the blood coursing through him, reaching out to every part of him, engorging it with life giving energy. He smiled to himself as he realised he was getting aroused by the sensation.

Eventually he pulled on his baggy shorts, enjoying the feeling of freedom they gave him. Slipping his sandals back on he hoisted up his rucksack and made his way maltepe escort along the beach.

A little while later he caught sight of a few lights, red, green, blue, yellow strung haphazardly along the straw roof of a beach bar. He could just make out the outline of a couple of tables and chairs on the sand, 3 rickety looking bar stools and a flash of blond hair behind the bar.

As he got closer he could see that it was deserted and wondered whether it was closing for the night.

The sun had now completely gone and the reds turned to deep purple as the first glittering stars of the night emerged overhead.

He emerged from the darkening beach to stand in the subdued light of the bar. The girl behind the bar was refilling a fridge at the back of the bar, her blond ringlets cascading over her lean, tanned back as she bent down.

Ray felt himself stir as he followed the arch of her spine down to the turquoise bikini bottoms. He noticed the way that the thin strands snaked over the tops of her buttocks and then widened into a piece of fine silk like fabric which hugged her lips before disappearing beneath her pelvic floor.

Suddenly she stood up and turned around, crying out in surprise when she caught sight of Ray standing there. Ray’s blue eyes met her ice blue eyes, immediately softening from the initial surprise and flashing seductively. Was it his imagination or did she momentarily widen those eyes? Inviting, approving.

Ray pulled himself up to his full 6ft 1″ height and smiled. Pleased with the further albeit brief flash of approval.

She strolled towards him, please with the way his eyes drifted down, taking in her full yet pert breasts, smooth tanned skin, and swinging hips.

Leaning against the bar she flashed her eyes once more before her full glistening lips seemed to whisper, “what can I get you?”

Ray had been there a hundred times in the last year. He paused, just long enough to convey what he really wanted. “Two beers”, “make sure they’re cold”.

She slid back the lid of a freezer below the bar and reached down, maintaining eye contact as she did so. Pulling out a bottle Ray noticed the ice on the outside. He inadvertently licked his lips.

Before handing it over she placed the bottle between her breasts so that it nestled within her cleavage. She gasped as the ice cold bottle made contact with her warm skin. “Feels pretty cold to me” she said before flicking the top of the pendik escort bottle under the bar and removing the cap.

As she placed it on the bar she allowed her hand to run slowly down the side of the bottle, quickly melting away the remaining ice. She lifted her fingers from the bottle and placed them in her mouth one at a time removing the cool moisture with her tongue and lips.

Ray noticed the glistening droplets that now perched precariously on her breasts, occasionally one would break free and run down between them, dampening her bikini. Her nipples had started to harden, protruding from beneath the material.

She reached down again and removed the second beer. “For you” said Ray. She nodded approvingly and took a long draught rolling her finger and thumb over the lip of the bottle after removing it from her mouth.

She turned and disappeared into the darkness at the back of the bar. Ray felt more than a pang of disappointment.

A little while later he saw a silhouette approach from the side of the bar. She glanced at him, her eyes catching his as she brushed past him and proceeded to drag the chairs and tables on the beach closer to the bar.

Ray was aware of her perfume permeating his nose from where she had brushed against him. He was also painfully aware that he was quite obviously stiffening uncontrollably.

He turned back to the bar, standing closer to hide his rapidly building erection. Concentrating on his beer to try and distract his now very preoccupied mind.

He heard nothing before he felt soft hands snake around his waist, running up and grasping his chest, pulling him back slightly until he felt her breasts upon his back, felt her warm breath against the nape of his neck, felt her tongue flick across his shoulder blades.

Her perfume was now overpowering. Entering his every pore. Firing his already stoked desire.

Her hands ran back down his chest, over his hard stomach, moving slowly, slowing even more as they neared their ultimate objective.

His breathing quickened. He was aching. Needing to be touched, set free. Wanting her to grasp him tight.

Eventually her hands flicked over his shorts, appraising his hard shaft as it strained against the fabric. She moaned approvingly as she moved back up, pressing firmer against his entire length.

She flicked open his button and the engorged end of his hard cock burst from the top of his shorts, drinking in the kaynarca escort night air, demanding further attention.

He felt her press closer against him as she slowly undid his fly, every inch liberating him further. Ray reached around, feeling her buttock in his hand, pressing her closer to him. His shorts slipped to the floor leaving him naked. As he pulled her in closer he felt the heat from between her thighs against the top of his leg.

Her hand now cupped his balls, gently and expertly rolling them in the palm of her hand. Her other hand stroked his shaft, gently wrapping her fingers around him as she started to firmly pull up and down. He felt his need strengthen. Yearning to be free, yearning to explode.

Gently he removed her hands and turned to face her, bending to meet her lips, tasting her as her tongue snaked out to meet his. He shivered briefly as her hand again found his hard cock, stroking it in unison with the rhythm of their kisses.

He reached behind her, pulling the cord of her top so that it fell away to the sand.

He took her breast in his had as they continued to explore each others mouths, fleeting glances communicating the fact that they shared the same overriding need for release.

His right hand rode up her smooth leg, fingers caressing her inner thigh before pulling aside her bikini bottom and immediately feeling her hot wetness. Tow of his fingers slipped effortlessly inside her, she gripped him tight as they entered her, biting his bottom lip as his fingers probed upwards, curving around, seeking out the pace she longed for him to find. She gasped loudly when he did and shuddered against him.

Slowly she regained her control, stroking him harder now as his fingers continued to flick inside her, carrying her nearer and nearer, bringing the stars closer and closer.

She shuddered again this time uncontrollably. He snaked his left hand behind her supporting her, letting the waves of pleasure ripple through her, engulf her. She looked up with far away eyes and started stroking him again, harder this time, longer. “I want your cum” she whispered. “I want you to shoot it all over me, I want to feel it run down my body, feel it hot against my skin. I want to rub it into my wet lips”.

She slipped to her knees stroking faster and faster looking up into his eyes, pleading with him to shower her.

He could hold it no longer. He cried out as the first violent spurt shot up against her chin. The next spurted up over her face. Her tongue snaked out and tasted him. Time and time again he convulsed and sprayed her brown skin with his milky white seed. It ran over her breasts, her erect nipples glistening before it dripped down onto her belly and snaked its way down to join her own juices.

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Sue and I finished our Bagel and coffee snack after which I retrieved the rest of my clothes from her bedroom, dressed and retreated back next-door to my apartment. The plan was for me to go home, shower, catch up on any messages or chores, get the mail and await Sue’s arrival in an ‘hour-or-so’.

Meanwhile, Sue was going to do much the same only that she would be coming over to my apartment, for the first time, and expecting her self-identified ‘deep fucking’. I puttered around for a few minutes picking up my usual mess, changing the sheets on the bed and looking to hide any evidence of Tina or Dianne having ever been there. I even went so far as to take out the trash and wash-up the few dishes that were in the sink. A lot for one hour if I do say so myself.

I had told Sue that the door would not be locked; it rarely is unless I’m out. I was just finished in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell followed by footsteps on the stairs. It had actually been closer to two hours but I didn’t care. Sue appeared at the top of the stairs looking spectacular, as expected. She was wearing a nice khaki miniskirt with a snug wife beater top of the same color. Her lack of bra was obvious as her nipples were on high-beam. Her legs, both of them, looked good, even in the better light of my living room. Our apartments are oriented generally East to West; but I get a little more of the afternoon sun because hers is blocked (a little) by the adjacent building.

We walked to the couch together and sat down after a brief kiss. I asked her if she wanted anything to eat or drink. She asked what I had to drink and I told her: “Only beer, I’m afraid.” She indicated that a beer would be ‘okay’ but I could tell that she would have preferred some wine. I offered to go over to her apartment to retrieve a bottle of the wine that we had bought on the way home from the hospital and she thankfully agreed. I started for the door telling her that I still had her key. I was soon down the stairs, in her apartment and looking for the wine. I couldn’t find it in the fridge or any of the kitchen cabinets but did find it in the hallway closet. Strange, but OK I guess.

I was soon back in my place. Now I was looking for Sue; she was not where I left her on the couch. I hate it when I misplace a woman. Sure enough, she was having a self-guided tour of my bedroom. She was inspecting my curtains when I found her: “Wow, these are really thick curtains.” I explained that as a shift worker, I needed to be able to sleep during the daytime. The heavy window treatments provided almost night-time conditions even on the sunniest day as long as I closed the bedroom door. “Close the door, let me see.” So I did and Sue was dutifully impressed with the near total darkness despite it being just after three in the afternoon.

I was still carrying the bottle of wine. I reopened the door and said: “How about I pour some of this wine for you?” gebze escort Sue smiled, turned toward me, lifted the front of her skirt showing me that she wasn’t wearing any underwear: “Wouldn’t you rather just fool around for a while?” I promptly put the wine onto my dresser, walked to her and wrapped her in my arms: “Door open or closed?”

Sue put a sexy smile on her face: “How about half-way open? It might be fun to see what we’re doing.” I indicated agreement and went back to reposition the door. When I turned back, Sue was sitting on the bed having taken off her shirt. She looked really good sitting there with those luscious tits sticking out in front of her. Nice perky nipples and well-defined areolas. She was a stunner.

I started towards her but she held up her hand in a stop signal: “I’ve decided to start repaying you for all those great massages that you gave me. Do you have any skin lotion or hand lotion?” I admitted to having none of those but offered to go back to her apartment to get some if she wanted. She countered with: “How about baby oil or something like that?” I did have some baby oil in the hall closet. I admitted to having used it on my feet in the summer ‘when my skin gets a little dry.’ In actuality, I had used it to rub Tina’s tits on a few occasions, but decided to leave that detail out of the current discussion: “That’ll do!”

I got the oil from the closet and came back, adjusting the bedroom door to its now preferred position. I handed the bottle to Sue and she apparently noticed that it was only about two-thirds full: “This will do.” I stood there looking at her for a moment before she asked: “And, you’re still dressed because?”

Taking her cue, I quickly peeled off my t-shirt and gym shorts. I had omitted any underwear so I was now less dressed than her. Sue stood, unfastened the miniskirt and let it fall to the floor: “On the bed, on your front and hang-on.” I put myself down onto the bed. Apparently, she wanted me to be centered so I moved over a little until she was satisfied. The next thing that I felt was Sue getting onto the bed to assume a sitting position directly on my butt. She leaned forward running her nails up and down my back. Wow! That really felt good. I let her know by moaning a little. She took that as a good sign and kept at the nail massage for another few minutes. She eventually sprinkled some of the oil onto her hands and began rubbing. That felt even better and I let her know.

Sue worked on my back and shoulders for a little while. I was in heaven. I couldn’t get the idea that this beautiful woman had her pussy pressed up against my butt while she was massaging my back. Try as I may, I couldn’t feel any details of her underside with the cheeks of my ass. Too much sitting, I suppose. Anyway, the massage proceeded along for a while until she asked: “How am I doing?”

“Just wonderful,” göztepe escort I replied “what can I do for you?”

She replied: “Nothing, just now.” And proceeded to slide herself down to where she was sitting on the backs of my thighs. She put more of the oil onto her hands and started rubbing the globes of my ass. This was a surprise and I told her: “Wow, I never expected that.”

She kept at the massage and told me: “You do remember putting that cream onto my behind all those times. I can’t begin to tell you how much relief that gave me. I was actually afraid that I would get bedsores from all that sitting around. Now, truthfully, did you just do that out of concern for my well being or did you like it, too?”

I had to admit that I seriously enjoyed massaging her fine ass: “That was always a memorable event for me; I’m just glad that you enjoyed it and that it might have actually done some good.” That seemed to satisfy her and she soon moved back up to where she could reach my shoulders and neck a little better. I continued to enjoy the attention and let her know.

Sue applied herself to my shoulders for another few minutes before announcing: “Now for the front!” She lifted herself up to where she was kneeling on both sides of me and said: “Roll it over.” I did, and when she sat herself back down her pussy was directly on top of my now fully erect cock. I could feel her warmth and just maybe a little dampness. As I said, I was in heaven.

Using a little more oil, she now started on my chest paying a little attention to my own nipples. Normally, I am barely aware that they are there but today, with Sue’s attention, I would have to admit that they felt good. Not sexy good, just good. She continued on down my front gradually moving herself so that she was sitting on the front of my thighs. My fully erect cock now directly in front of her pussy.

She looked at me in deep thought for a moment before: “I really do appreciate all your kindness these past few weeks. You comforted me better than I could have imagined. You were even there for me when I was out of action on my period. I can’t believe that you actually went to the store to buy tampons for me; not many men would do that. And, you always seemed to care that I was satisfied. Your attention to all the ‘little’ details was most appreciated.” I understood her use of the term little to mean my attention to making her cum not (hopefully) a reference to the size my cock.

Sue gave me a big smile: “Just for a moment, and, don’t cum yet.” With that she moved her legs down and sort of laid herself down on me with her head over my now throbbing cock. She kissed the head and slid her lips down the shaft. Oh, that felt so damn good. She traced around the head with her tongue then gave me a couple of good strong sucks before bobbing her head a few times. I did have to concentrate haramidere escort on not blowing a load right then. She must have sensed that she was really getting to me: “You’ll have to let me finish that sometime, ok?”

I agreed immediately. She started to crawl up on top of me again eventually getting back to where she was sitting directly on my cock. I brought my hands up to her pussy and started to use my fingers to spread her lips a little. I intended to start a little ‘clit massage’ when she stopped me. Sue pushed my hands away placing them down on the bed next to my hips: “No, not just now. I want to get ‘you’ off for a change.”

I protested: “But, what about you? I always try to get you off when we’re together.”

Sue: “I know. And, that’s one of the things that I really like about you. But, today, it’s my turn to drive and I’ll follow the route that I’ve laid out. So, you just lay there and suffer through it, ok?”

I gave up without much of a fight. She was starting to remind me of Tina with the way she took charge and went about things. So, ‘suffer through it’ was the order of the day. I decided to let things proceed and see where they take me, hopefully deep into this beautiful naked woman who was straddling my loins.

She lifted herself up while guiding my cock down through her slit to where it lined up for entry into her vagina. Slowly, very slowly, she came back down again allowing my cock to enter her. As expected, her pussy was warm, wet and oh so fuckable. Once she had me all the way inside her, she reached back under her butt to feel where my balls were: “See that? Your balls are up against the cheeks of my ass. That’s, by definition, a ‘deep fucking’.” Ok, so now I understood the term. To be honest, I didn’t really care about ‘definitions’ at that moment; I was more concerned with not blowing a load too soon. Sue just smiled and started her up and down movement that was designed to make me cum. I quickly realized that if she kept that up, I would erupt and the fuck session would be over: “You’re going to make me cum!”

“I know. That’s why I’m doing this. This one’s for you!”

I was apparently being rewarded with this activity. She kept at it slowly increasing the speed of her movements. I couldn’t hold back and soon found myself arching my back, driving my cock as far up into her pussy as I could get and delivering a body shaking orgasm. It felt like I was cumming a quart. I was still throbbing when Sue indicated that we should roll onto our sides. I followed her lead and we were soon face to face with me starting to deflate and retreat.

Once I was all the way out, she moved back a little: “I’ll be right back.” She got up and went into the bathroom. I understood that she wanted a quick clean up and appreciated her not dripping too much onto my bed sheets. She was soon back lying next to me: “Thank you so much for being so nice to me all these weeks.”

I tried to assure her: “I enjoyed every minute of it. Well, maybe not the shopping for tampons part, but just about everything else.”

Sue looked serious: “I want to ask you something, ok?”

I wasn’t expecting a serious conversation today but readied myself: “Sure, what about?”

Sue: “Do you want to be my fuck buddy?”

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The small group of teenagers sat in the corner of the near empty offices of Ryan, Smith and Dodge. It was lunch hour and most of the workers had taken advantage of the warm Friday afternoon to take a walk on the streets of New York.

Jimmy Ross, the youngest of the four, fiddled with the dial of his new transistor radio, changing the news station they had been listening to get the baseball scores to one that played top 40 tunes. To their annoyance, instead of how the local teams had done, the radio commentator had been going on and on about some incident with two American warships in some place called the Gulf of Tonkin.

“Where the hell is the Gulf of Tonka?” Joe Wilson asked, just before Jimmy changed the station.

“That’s the Gulf of Tonkin, dummy,” Peter Butler corrected Joe. “It’s a body of water between Vietnam and China. Tonka are the trucks you probably still play with.”

“Well thank you Mr. Geography,” Joe laughed back. “Leave it to you to know the name of every unimportant piss-ant little country in the world.”

“Well if you paid any attention in Miss Murray’s class, you’d have known it too,” Peter, who had gone to school with Joe, added.

“Yeah, like that little piece of information is ever going to come up again in my lifetime,” Joe retorted.

The friendly barbs faded as the sounds of “Pretty Woman” replaced that of the wooden announcer. The discussion moved onto more important subjects, at least those more important to eighteen-year-olds working summer jobs before going off to college in a month. They went from the Yankees’ chances of making it to the World Series again to the new James Bond film, Goldfinger.

“Hey did you see this about the new program that’s coming on CBS next month?” Steve Walton asked as he flipped through a TV magazine as he ate. “It’s about a bunch of people who take a mini-cruise and get shipwrecked on a deserted island.”

“Now that sounds like a stupid idea for a show,” Peter said as he finished off his own soda. “What’s it called?”

“Gillian’s, no wait a sec… Gilligan’s Island,” Steve read.

“That sounds as stupid as the idea,” Joe joined in as he leaned over and looked at the large picture of the show’s cast that accompanied the article. “But I’ll tell you what; I wouldn’t mind getting stranded with those two,” he grinned, pointing out the two younger women in the photograph.

“Yeah, like you’d know what to do with them once you were on the island,” Peter interrupted.

“You’d better believe it,” Joe shot back. “Trust me, a week alone with me on an island and I’d have both of them giving me blowjobs.”

“More likely committing suicide,” Peter corrected him. “As if you ever really got a blowjob in your life.”

“Hey, all I can say to that is Donna Petrachinni, what more needs to be said.”

Peter reserved comment on his friend’s reply. Ever since the night of their senior prom, Joe had claimed to have gotten Donna Petrachinni to have gone down on him. The only guy in class to have the nerve to make a claim like that. Now Donna wasn’t exactly the hardest girl in town to talk out of her bra, and sometimes even her panties, although it was only to let you rub her pussy with your hand. Getting her to take your cock in her mouth was something else all together.

Blowjobs or oral sex if you wanted to get technical, were the Holy Grail of sexual accomplishments among all the guys they knew. Few were those who had actually experienced one. Not even Peter’s older brother, Mark, who had been married a year now, had ever gotten one. The subject had come up in a discussion between the two brothers and the elder admitted that his new bride wouldn’t even discuss the idea.

“Hey, I’ll tell you who I’d really like to be stranded on a deserted island with,” Steve said, saving Peter the trouble of having to once again express skepticism over Joe’s reoccurring claim.

Three sets of eyes turned in Steve’s direction for the answer. The blond haired teen waited a long heartbeat and then answered, “Kathy Chakiris.”

A chorus of “Oh Yeah” came from Joe and Jimmy in response to the answer. Peter, strangely enough, tried hard not to react to the suggestion. It wasn’t that he didn’t agree with his three co-workers’ assessment. Far from it in fact. He was just afraid that if he replied at all, it would be so enthusiastically that it would be embarrassing.

The second youngest of the summer help, although that really didn’t matter that much when you were only talking about months if not weeks difference, Peter Butler had been totally smitten by Kathy Chakiris since the day he’d been hired. In that regard, he was far from alone.

Kathy Chakiris was a tall, dark-haired woman of thirty who was the back office’s chief clerk. A sort of assistant to the office manager, she had a lot of responsibility but little real authority. Of Greek background, Kathy was without doubt, the sexiest woman in the company. Aside from her deep olive skin and dark red lips, she had a striking figure that sancaktepe escort included a bust to rival Jane Mansfield’s.

Divorced two years ago after an eight-year marriage, it had become a point of certainty among most of the men in the office that she was hot to trot. This was a belief that none of them had ever been able to back up with personal experience, but a strongly held conviction never the less.

Almost as if on cue, people began to return to the office at that moment, and in the forefront of the group was Kathy. Dressed in a form fitting dark blue dress that hugged her figure like a second skin, she was also wearing the dark sunglasses that she wore even inside the office. Peter couldn’t recall ever seeing her without those glasses, an element that just added to her allure.

“Good afternoon boys,” Kathy smiled and said as she walked past the small group.

None of them really answered, feeling her gaze even through her dark glasses. It was almost as if she knew what they’d been discussing. At least that was the way Peter felt. He was also sure he wasn’t the only one of his friends who thought of Kathy when they were alone and took matters in hand.

It wasn’t until two more groups passed that the four young men tossed the remnants of lunch into a pail and went back to their work spots. Peter happened to be assigned to Kathy’s department this week and had only settled at his desk when Mr. Davis, the department manager walked into the center of the room and called for everyone’s attention.

“I’m afraid that I have some bad news, Ladies and Gentlemen,” the balding fifty-year-old announced. “I just got a call from a friend at the home office and it seems that we’re going to find ourselves the recipients of a surprise audit come Monday morning.”

A flurry of low groans greeted the announcement. People who had been there for any time knew what was coming next.

“Now while I’m sure that they’ll find everything as it should be, small errors have been known to happen from time to time,” Mr. Davis continued. “So as we’ve done in the past, I’d like you all to come in tomorrow morning and we’ll run a practice audit. Just to make sure that everything balances.”

A second round of groans, which Davis just seemed to ignore, followed the first. With only three more weekends left in the summer, each was precious. Mr. Davis assured them all that if they got in by seven, he was sure they could finish by noon and still have plenty of time to spend the day with their families.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Chakiris,” Peter asked as he stepped up to her desk. “Does that include us, coming in tomorrow I mean?”

“I’m afraid so, Peter,” she replied with a friendly smile. “Even though you really don’t have anything to do with the audit, Mr. Davis likes everyone to come in as a show of support. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Peter smiled back. “I don’t really mind, I just wanted to be sure that I was supposed to come in, that’s all.”

“I wish everyone were so co-operative,” the tall woman replied. “It’s all I can do to get some people in here kicking and screaming.”

“Well I guess I better get back to work,” Peter said as he walked away.

He glanced back over his shoulder to see Kathy already once more engrossed in a report that had been sitting on her desk. When he got back to his own desk, Peter was immediately aware of two things. One, that he could still smell her perfume, and that two, he had a first class hard on because of it. Looking downward so no one could see him blush, the dark-haired young man hoped that the former would stay with him for some time, and that no one had noticed the latter.

Peter had to rise extra early Saturday morning to catch the train and get into the office by seven. He hoped that Mr. Davis had been right about their being out of there by noon. His father had won tickets at the local bar to the game between the Mets and the Colt 45’s out at Shea that afternoon and had given them to his two sons. A Yankee fan to the core, Ben Butler had no interest in wasting his Saturday afternoon watching Casey Stengel’s Amazing’s make fools out of themselves once again. Not that the new Houston team was that much better.

Now if they had been Yankee tickets, he would’ve been more than happy to truck out to the Bronx and watch Yogi Berra’s Bombers on their way to yet another World Series. The days of the great Titans of Yesteryear might have been fading, but an afternoon watching the likes of Mantle, Ford and Maris was still not to be missed.

“One of these days,” Peter had told his Dad, the Mets are going to really be contenders. They might even be World Champions.”

“Sure they will,” his father had laughingly replied. “That’ll happen right after they really walk on the Moon.”

Not really one to speak ill of the dead, but Ben Butler had an even lower opinion of President Kennedy’s promise to send men to the Moon before 1970 than he did of the ümraniye escort National League’s new team . Another colossal waste of time and money, he’d said at the time. Even if it was somehow possible, which he doubted.

Before he left home, Peter had left a message with his brother’s wife that if he couldn’t make the game, he’d call and let him know. It would be real easy for him to find someone to go in Peter’s place.

The prospect of spending a whole Saturday in the office instead of just the morning proved to be the great incentive that Mr. Davis had said it would be. Never had Peter seen some of his fellow workers do their jobs with such animation. By eleven twenty-five, the practice audit was done and people were already making for the doors.

“Excuse me,” Kathy said, loud enough for everyone still around her to clearly hear. “I could use a little help in putting all of these ledgers away.”

Dozens of eyes looked at the scattered piles of heavy accounting ledgers that had been left scattered across a dozen desks. Normally kept in a large storage room down on the twenty-first floor, they had been moved upstairs for the audit.

With half the work force already gone, none of those left wanted to get stuck any longer than they had to.

One by one, they came up with some excuse as to why they couldn’t stay. Without the authority of the office manager behind her, and he had been the first to leave, Kathy really couldn’t force anyone to stay.

“Come on, Pete,” Joe said as he started for the door. “If we can catch the train, we can be home in an hour.”

Peter thought about it a few moments, then said. “You go ahead, I’m going to stay and help.”

“Whatever the hell for,” Joe said. “No one else is.”

“Because it’s the right thing to do,” Peter answered. “If you want to go, you go ahead.”

“Suit yourself,” Joe said, shaking his head at his friend’s attitude. “But just remember Pete,” he said in a lower tone that only the other teen could hear. “It’s not like she’s going to be so full of deep appreciation that she’s going to drop down to her knees to thank you.”

“Sometimes, Joe,” Peter said as he watched his friend walk away, “you really are an asshole.”

By the time Peter walked back into the office, Kathy was the only one still there. She was loading a few of the ledgers into a shopping cart that they used to move them between floors. Picking up two of the books from a nearby desk, Peter dropped them into the cart.

“Oh Peter,” Kathy said as she jumped slightly at the sound of the books landing on her own pile. “I didn’t realize that anyone was still here.”

“I thought I’d stay and lend a hand, Mrs. Chakiris,” the younger man said.

“That’s very nice of you,” Kathy replied, her smile exhibiting a genuine warmth that he had never seen before. “But if you are going to stay, I’m going to insist on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You stop all this Mrs. Chakiris nonsense,” Kathy laughed. “Like I’ve been telling you to do all summer. You make it sound like I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“All right, … Kathy.” Peter smiled as he piled another few ledgers into the cart.

Even with the two of them, it took another hour and four elevator trips to the twenty-first floor to put away all the ledgers.

“I read an article the other day,” Peter said as pushed the now empty cart down the equally empty hall. “that said that someday they’ll be able to make computers that will keep all these records on a disk the size of a pack of cigarettes.”

“Are you sure that wasn’t one of those science fiction magazines,” Kathy laughed. “Sounds like something out of the Outer Limits.”

“No, it was Scientific American,” Peter said, then realized that she was joking with him. “Oh, I get it.”

The elevator door opened once more on their floor. As they stepped back into the office, Kathy checked her watch.

“Quarter after one,” she said out loud. “I was afraid that I wouldn’t get out of here until after three.”

“Oh no,” Peter exclaimed as he heard the time. “I forgot to call my brother about the Mets game.”

He quickly dialed his brother’s house on the closest desk phone. His sister in law told him that Mark had already left for the game. She also told him that when Peter hadn’t called him one way or another, Mark had simply asked one of the neighbors if they wanted to go.

“You were supposed to be going to the baseball game?” Kathy asked Peter, not being able to ignore the telephone conversation.

“My Dad won a pair of tickets, he gave them to my brother and me,” Peter explained.

“Now I feel guilty about having you stay and help,” Kathy said.

“You don’t have to feel that way,” Peter replied. “I wanted to stay, I really did. More than I wanted to go see the game.”

“I think you’re lying,” Kathy smiled. “but thank you for saying that. I really do appreciate your staying.”

Peter wasn’t sure what he tuzla escort was going to say next, but whatever it was, it flew right out of his head as Kathy leaned over and gave him a thank you kiss on his cheek. It was the sort of kiss you would get from a friend, but as unexpected as it was, he couldn’t have been more surprised if she had kissed him on the lips and stuck her tongue down his throat.

“You really are a dear,” she said with a smile after the kiss.

“I guess I’d better get going,” Peter finally replied, still at a loss for words.

“Before you go, Peter,” Kathy said as she sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her legs. The black slacks she wore seemed to accent, rather than hide her long legs, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure, anything,” he quickly replied.

“Do you ever hear the men in the office talking about me?”

“I’m not sure what you mean?” came his reply.

“Oh I’m sure you do,” Kathy said. “It’s no secret to me that a good many of the men in this office look at me as some sort of easy lay, even though I’ve never so much as gone out with any of them for a drink after work.”

Peter was shocked to hear the phrase “easy lay” come out of Kathy’s mouth. It wasn’t the sort of thing he’d ever heard any woman say.

“Well I try to ignore office gossip,” he said.

“But you have heard it?” she asked again.

“Yes,” he finally admitted.

“Do you think that it’s true?”

“Well I guess it doesn’t have to be true to be gossip,” Peter said after a few moments consideration.

“Well just to set the record straight, I’m not an easy lay, despite what anyone says. Most men these days see a woman who is both attractive and divorced and automatically assume that if she shows the slightest interest in them, all she wants to do is go to bed with them. As if she was nothing better than some common streetwalker.”

With his eyes fixed on the contours of her body, the first thing that came to Peter’s mind was that there was nothing common about Kathy. Then his common sense took hold and he said nothing. Yet he wondered why she was telling him all of this.

“One of the reasons why I don’t date anyone from the office,” she went on, “is the fact that because of that view, any invitation I did accept would be taken as an invitation to something far more than dinner. Even if that expectation went unfulfilled, there are many of those who would assume that it had been realized.”

Peter was now totally confused and still confused by the candor of her statements. It was almost like talking to one of the guys. After all, girls didn’t talk about getting laid, did they? Finally the thought occurred to him that she was telling him all of this because somehow she had heard what he and the guys had been saying about her in their lunchtime bull sessions.

“I guess I’m sort of guilty too,” he admitted with a deep blush as he explained how she had come up in their noontime discussions. He left out, however, the fact that she was a frequent visitor in his own masturbation fantasies. That would be too forthcoming.

Kathy laughed at his admission. It took him a few seconds to realize that she wasn’t laughing at him, just his admission.

“Sweetheart, it doesn’t bother me that you and your buddies talk about me,” she laughed. “That’s just part of being eighteen and perpetually horny. In fact, I’d be more offended if you weren’t checking me out. Women have egos too you know. I wouldn’t even be shocked to know that one or two of you might think of me late at night.”

This was way too much, Peter thought to himself. He couldn’t imagine any woman saying the things that Kathy had just said.

“I guess by now I have you totally confused, don’t I?” Kathy finally said.

“Sort of …” Peter answered.

“Well the reason I guess I told you all of that was because I want to make it up to you for missing the baseball game and spending your time helping me. I just wanted you to understand that what I was offering was exactly that, with nothing else attached.”

“Okay,” Peter replied, still not really understanding.

“I was going to the World’s Fair out in Flushing Meadow tomorrow with my roommate,” Kathy finally explained. “But she had to go home to New Jersey last night because her Mother is ill. Since the tickets to the Fair are already paid for and everything, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? Just as friends.”

Peter’s eyes lit up. Despite living not all that far from the Fair, he had yet to go there. It was one of those things that you kept saying, next weekend. Without evening thinking about it, he was saying he’d love to go.

“That would be great,” Kathy said on hearing his reply. Would you rather meet me at the entranceway, or do you want to come over my apartment and pick me up. I live up on Belle Boulevard.

“I guess it would be easier to meet at your apartment,” Peter said, not having realized that Kathy also lived in Queens. “The way the crowds are at the Fair, we might never find each other.”

“You’re probably right,” Kathy agreed as she wrote down her address on an index card for him. “We should get an early start, would eight be too early?”

Peter said that eight would be fine as he took the card from her. Kathy said that she had some errand to run in the city and that she would lock up everything in the office.

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