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Occasionally everyone has that déjà vu experience. Time seems to be in slow motion as you watch events happening and you know exactly what’s coming next; that feeling that you’ve lived this exact moment in time before. Whether it was something similar or something that we can’t explain, most of us never know. For me, it was similarity to real life experience. A young co-worker seemed kind of despondent, so I took him to lunch. When I asked him what was up he said “Jim, I think I’ve got a problem.” There it was, that tingling hair on the back of my neck, the feeling that I’d been here, before of Déjà vu.

My young co-worker proceeded to tell me how he had suspected his wife might be having an affair, and now he suspected that his wife might be a lesbian. As he told me his problem, a story unfolded that except for a few of the minor details could have been the story of what happened to my wife and me, and another couple, 20 some years ago.

In our society everyone assumes that sex is an inherent skill – that we should naturally know how. My experience is that this is not the case, that most of us learn from our friends and lovers and then fine tune our abilities over the years. In my case I had a wonderful teacher; in the case of our friends it turned out that neither one of them knew how to give the other pleasure. I suppose I could shorten this and only tell parts of our story, however I’m sure something important would be left out. It’s best if I just start at the beginning and tell the whole thing.

HISTORY

I came from a relatively poor family, although I didn’t know it at the time. For spending money, we all had to work – there was no such thing as an allowance. I started mowing lawns when I was 8, and by the time I was 16 I had more muscles than the average kid. I had several houses all over town, and rode my bike back and forth so I had lots of freedom. Then the football coach saw me, and recruited me, and before I knew it I didn’t have time for anything else. I had to give up the lawn mowing business, which I did – all except for one customer.

There was one house that was one of my original customers. When the For Sale sign went up, they told me they were going to pass my name and telephone number to the new owners and recommend that they keep me. A few weeks later after they moved I got a call from the new owners. Mr. “Jones” asked if I still wanted to take care of their lawns, and I agreed. He asked that I particularly pay attention to sprinklers and make sure they were taken care of as he did a lot of traveling and often didn’t have time to check them out himself. I said I would and continued doing their lawns.

I didn’t see Mrs. “Jones,” Jennie, until the first time I mowed the lawn. It was afternoon, and as usual I was in shorts and no shirt. I did the front and had just started the back when Jennie came out and introduced herself. I thought she was a really pretty lady, mid to early 30’s and great figure. She introduced herself, said “You must be James,” and asked me how old I was, what grade I was in – all the small talk. She paid me and away I went. I remember thinking she was really good looking, but at the time didn’t think anything else of it. From the beginning it was routine that she would come out and say hi whenever I was there. I enjoyed having her come out, and always fantasized about her afterward. When football took over my life – I quit all my customers – all except Jennie “Jones”.

I kept the Jones’s as my only customer my last two years of high school and first year of Junior College. She always came out to say hello, and often she would come out and putter around, weeding the garden or whatever. I didn’t particularly think about it at the time, but gradually her clothing was changing. One time shorts and a tee shirt, tied in the middle so she had a bare midriff. Another time she had on a halter top that confirmed she had some outstanding cleavage. Later it was bathing suit top, another time she was sunbathing in back in a bikini. Gradually as her clothing became more revealing, she also spent more time talking to me, and although I didn’t mind, the amount of time I was taking to mow their lawns was going up all the time. Once high school was over, so was my football career. Still, I continued to mow their lawn. For one, it gave me a little spending money, but somehow I could just never quit. It seemed that every time I was just about to tell them I was not going to take care of their yard anymore, there would be Jennie in something just a little bit nicer, just a little bit more revealing, and there went my plans right down the tube. It never dawned on me that maybe she was always coming out when I was there BECAUSE I was there. Later she admitted that she liked looking at me, shirtless, muscular, and glistening with sweat, just as much as she enjoyed my ogling her.

Although I dreamed of Jennie, fantasized about her, I was really an innocent. Although I’d been on the football game of thrones izle team I have to admit I was a bit of a nerd. I had good grades, parents that kept close tabs on me, and was actually very shy. Consequently when I graduated from high school, I suppose I was a bit unusual as I’d never had a girlfriend. Not that there hadn’t been a few I was interested in, or that were interested in me, it had just never been that girls were my priority and nothing ever developed.

The first time I saw Jennie’s tits was a downblouse. It was during a time that I knew her husband was away for a month on business. She was weeding in the garden in back, I was mowing the lawn. I finished up in front and as I came around the corner of the house, there she was on her hands and knees with her halter top hanging down. Without effort I was looking clear between her breasts to her belly button. Although I didn’t see nipple, I saw everything but. I positioned the lawnmower so that with every pass I could spend as much time looking down her shirt as possible.

Seeing down her blouse, seeing the unencumbered flesh of her nearly naked breasts was too much. I had to stare. I kept staring, hoping to see a complete breast, to see a nipple peeking out. After several passes of the lawn mower, she sat up, destroying my view of her cleavage. She wiped the sweat off her brow and waved. I waved back at her, and she went back to work. But every time she leaned forward her breasts could be seen freely swaying through the neck opening of her halter. I slowed every time I got in position craving to see all that I could.

Of course the expected physiological response to my body happened – I ended up with a raging hard-on. Being the innocent that I was, I tried to hide it. This was, of course, virtually impossible to hide wearing only cut off Levi’s and no shirt. The best defense was to face the other way, however then I couldn’t look down here tank top. As I moved to the further corner of the yard, I had less and less opportunity to look down Jennie’s shirt. From the amount of weeding that had been done I knew she had been out for some time. It wasn’t to much of a surprise when at the corner I turned to look and she had disappeared. I was disappointed, but relieved, and relived every peek in my mind as I finished the yard.

I put all the tools away, finished cleaning up and checked the sprinklers. There was one that wasn’t working right, and as typically happens when checking sprinklers I got mildly wet. It was hot so it felt good, but when I went to the door to ask for the pay I was wet, with muddy shoes. When I knocked on the door, at first there was no answer, but then I heard footsteps and she came to the door. She was inside in the dark, I was out in the bright sunshine, so really couldn’t see her, but she could see me. She told me to take my shoes off and come on in, she’d get the money. I told her that was OK, I’d just wait outside. She sort of insisted, saying she’d get us both a cold drink.

The drink sounded pretty good, so I took the shoes off, now just wearing shorts, and stepped inside into the kitchen. She wasn’t there so I called out, “Hello?”

“Be right there,” she hollered back from the other end of the house. A moment later she came in, barefoot, and wearing a bathrobe. “I just took a shower – I was so hot and sticky from the garden. Would you like a coke or Ice Tea?”

“Coke”, I answered. She got us both one, and took them to the kitchen table, putting the money by one of the glasses. She set the glasses down next to each other, as the opposite side of the table was against the wall.

“Sit down,” she told me as she turned back and got a towel to wipe up the water from the ice on the counter. I sat, and a moment later she came to sit down too. Her robe gapped just a bit as she sat, bending over just slightly so I got a hint of cleavage, and as she straightened up, the hint of cleavage remained. We small talked for a while; she wanted to know if I’d seen any good movies or other such nonsense, gradually extending out the stay. I was not in the least bit upset about staying as every time she moved, the robe came just a bit looser, showed just a bit more cleavage. Finally I ran out of coke and she got up to get us both some more.

By now, her robe was well down between her breasts; it was obvious she had nothing on underneath, at least not up top. Her breasts were a magnificent creamy white, offset by the golden tan lines, and I was seeing more of them unobstructed than I’d ever seen before. I was having a hard time looking at her face, and stupidly thought she must not really be noticing that I was enjoying the view, but then again – all 18 year olds are pretty much brain damaged anyway. The trouble with this is that I once again had a raging hard on. The more we sat and talked, the more she showed. The more she showed, the harder I got. I was in a pickle knowing gibi izle that I needed to get up to leave and that there was no way once I’d gotten up to hide it.

At last the coke disappeared and she stood up, taking both glasses to the sink. I was hoping she would offer a refill, but she didn’t. I quickly stood up, hoping to be able to face the other way so she wouldn’t see but she said “Just a moment before you go.” I was caught – nothing to do but try and keep facing the door. I wasn’t looking at her, but was slowly walking toward the door as she was coming up behind me.

“I was just wondering, if I showed you mine would you show me yours?” I looked back at her, over my shoulder, and her robe was now open to the waist, her beautiful breasts exposed to me for the first time.

I stopped, speechless. My eyes were at first locked on her breasts, but I looked up at her face, a pleasant, self satisfied smile on her face, then back down to her breasts.

I couldn’t take my eyes them. Her breasts were white untanned mounds with a darker brown triangle between them where her natural neckline resided. Across the face of them was a lighter tan mark, just barely missing her nipples, where she’d been tanning in her bikini. Her rock hard nipples were surrounded with small deep red areolas set slightly on the upper side so they appeared very perky. She still had the tie around the waist, so all I could see was her topside, but that was enough. I don’t remember what I said but I’m sure I stammered something.

“I know you’ve been admiring them for quite some time and I’ve really enjoyed it and I’ve been admiring you for quite some time and I think I’d really enjoy it if I could see you too,” she said, She continued talking like this, somewhat shyly, somewhat unsure, somewhat determined to get what she wanted. She walked up to me, turned me to face her, and ran her hand down the front of my shorts over my hard-on. “You don’t need to be afraid, just relax and do what comes naturally.”

I stood there her beautiful breasts just inches from my face. “They’re beautiful.”

“I’ve heard that before,” she said and paused, just letting me look. “Would you like to touch them?” I looked at her face, then back at her tits, and reached up to touch boobs for the first time in my life. I felt her nipples in the palm of my hand, and squeezed each one, like a big balloon.

“Not like that – they aren’t balloons. Haven’t you ever felt titties before?” I shook my head no – and she said “Well maybe we just need to teach you a few things.” She took my hand from her tit and led me down the hall to her bedroom. Once there, she stopped turned and began to undo my belt. I didn’t stop her, and soon she was undoing my pants. Slipping her thumbs into my underwear, she pulled them over my cock and dropped them to the floor.

As my pants dropped, she looked down and said “First things first, lets get you cleaned up”. She turned and again reached for my hand, drug me into the bathroom. She pulled the curtain aside, reached in adjusting the water, and then turned, dropped her robe for the first time and said “Come on – get in”. I climbed into the shower and she climbed in behind. I was aroused more than I’d ever been aroused before. I’d never seen a naked woman, I’d never felt a bare tit. But I had masturbated before to dreams of this exact scenario. I knew what to expect and knew I was practically there.

She took the soap, lathered it up in her hands, and began to rub it on my chest. She rubbed it across my nipples which were quite sensitive although she didn’t concentrate on them, but continued lower until her soapy hands reached my cock. No sooner than she touched it and I began to spurt, great gobs of cum, clear onto her belly and pubic hair.

My head was ringing, my ears pounding, and all I could think was “Oh no – she doesn’t want to see this.” But she knew exactly what to do. As soon as I started cumming, she continued to stroke my cock, slowly milking it until I quit spurting.

She was saying something softly like “That’s good. Yes. I know you needed this.” After I quit cumming, she soaped up her hands again and first washed my cum off her belly than continued to wash me, from head to foot, front and back, kneeling down to reach my legs and feet. After she was done, she said “Ok, now you wash me”. And I did. She had me wash her from top to bottom, making sure I touched every inch of her, including her anus and pussy. I did as she told me, then she turned the shower off, we got out and first she dried me than I dried her. Taking me by the hand again, she took me back into her bedroom. Half an hour later I was no longer a virgin.

For the rest of that summer, and every time her husband was away for the next year, I was Jennie’s lover. I say lover because that’s what we did. She taught me how to pleasure her in specifics, and every other woman in generalities. She taught me that gökyüzunün üzerinde 3 metre izle no two women were alike, but yet in many ways they were the same. She sucked my cock for the first time, and taught me how to eat pussy, long and soft, short and hard. She showed me that one time a good hard cock in her mouth could practically get her off, and at times even a tongue on her clit wouldn’t and she needed to rub herself to get off. She showed me how a woman masturbated, and had me jerk off for her. She showed me every position she could think of and we did them in ever room of the house. I wasn’t in love with Jennie, I was in lust, but we made love. She shared her body with me, but I never shared her bed. Sometimes we made love in her bed, but always during the day. At night – she slept alone. Somehow for her, it was OK to share her body with me, that was just sex. But the bed was hers and her husbands, and although she had sex with me in that bed, I wasn’t allowed to sleep there.

Although I’d started at the Junior College, college wasn’t for me. I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life, except to get laid more often. When I was 19, I joined the Marines, and left my younger life behind. Four years later when I came back, Jennie and her husband had moved. I’ve never seen her again.

HIS STORY

While I was growing up in the bedroom of Jennie, my wife was growing up next door to my best friend. And, although most people think that guys screw and tell, I never told another soul, including my best friend, about Jennie. He never did understand why I liked to spend summer afternoons mowing lawns instead of doing things with him, but I never told.

My wife, Debs (actually Debbie but her nickname as a kid was Debs and it still sticks to this day), is six years younger than I am. When I was 18, she was a pre-pubescent skinny little runt with a cute face. Although she was always around with my buds little sister, I never treated her differently or saw her differently than any other kid. When I was 23, and getting out of the Marines, I stopped by my friend’s house, in full dress uniform, and there was this gorgeous, voluptuous creature next door in short shorts and a halter top. While I was standing out by the car talking to my buddy, she came over, attracted by the uniform and we began to talk. At first I didn’t recognize her at all, but then when my buddy said “You remember her – this is Debs – my little sister’s friend?” I suddenly recognized her.

What a difference. From 5′ and 82 pounds to 5’5, 125 and absolutely exquisitely proportioned.

Debs was a late bloomer. At 16 she was the last in her class to get her first period, and still looked like a 13 year old. When I saw her at almost 18, she had grown and blossomed overnight until she had one of “THE” bodies to die for as a senior. Not only had she developed late, but she also came from a strange family, so she was a little bit socially inept. Her father had refused to let her date at all to that time. Her dad was a fundamentalist Jesus Freak. Although she didn’t quite buy into all the “Don’ts” that come with that, she’d still had no meaningful social interaction.

As she had been the last to develop physically she remembered all those boys who had meanly put a flat book into their shirts and said “Hey Debs remind you of anyone?” or any of the mean things that school kids do to each other. But, when she came down with the body of the century, it didn’t take long for her to realize that at last she had the power to lord over them. During high school she’d never dated, she’d had no exploratory sexual sessions, no kissing, no touchy feely – nothing. Then I came along in my Marine dress uniform.

The attraction was mutual, and during the course of the conversation I asked her if she’d like to go out some time. At first she said she couldn’t, but then asked me if her Daddy said it was OK – would I like to take her to her Senior Prom? I said sure, and she asked me to come with her. She took me over to her house and into the living room where her father was reading the paper. She interrupted him, and introduced me, told how I used to hang out a lot next door, how I’d gone into the Marines but was just about to get out, and how she’d really like me to take her to her Senior Prom, and wanted to know if that was OK. Her dad looked me up and down, and asked two questions.

“You getting an honorable discharge?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hmmph.” He looked me in the eye, so I looked him right back. “Well, at least you’ll look at me.” He paused, then continued, “You’re intentions with my daughter honorable?”

Of course I had no idea what honorable intentions with a girl were, but I immediately said “Yes, sir”.

Debs was ecstatic, and we immediately went back outside, where she told me he’d never said yes to anyone dating her before.

I wish it was one of those “and they all lived happily ever after” stories but it doesn’t quite work that way. I got out of the Marines, took Debs to her senior prom, and thought she was the stuck up frigid snob queen from hell. I went wondering if I might get lucky, and didn’t even get a good night kiss. I didn’t even want to take her out again, but saw her every once in a while when I was over to my buddy’s house.

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***Sorry my dear readers. I had to redo this chapter. I hope you like the additions. Chapter 4 is coming soon. As always, thanks for the feedback!*** ~Lioness

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Half a dozen thoughts race through my mind as I let the warm jets of water from the shower help relax my mind and body. I stand with my back to shower and lower my head; water runs off my neck and shoulders easing some of the tension from my muscles.

Lost in my thoughts, I do not notice the water starting to turn cold. The cooler drops bring me out of my thoughts. I turn the water off, step out of the shower and dry off. I walk to the closet and stand there naked for a few minutes. It seems silly, but I am having trouble deciding what to wear. The other ladies at the library were going to be very interested in what goes on between Lucas and me this week. They all think he is hotter than cayenne pepper and I am the only single lady in the library. I do not want to attract any unnecessary attention.

I stand in the closet for about five minutes before deciding on an outfit. I choose a black and white wrap around shirt and wide leg black pants. Once dressed however, I notice a problem. The wrap around shirt shows too much cleavage. I pull out a red camisole and put it on underneath. Better. I am way early for work, but leave my apartment anyway. Every minute is precious to me right now. I need time to get my head together.

Sara and Joe are behind the counter as I enter the café. Joe and a student hire are busy taking orders. Sara takes longer than usual with my coffee. She slides it down the far end of the bar and looks at me raising an eyebrow. I take the bait and join her. “Something is going on, but I’m not quite sure what bebe.” Sara takes on that motherly tone I know so well. “You can keep it to yourself for now cause I can see that whatever it is, you’re still chewing it over and I know you’ll come talk to me when you’re ready.”

I don’t say anything but the barest of smiles escapes my lips. I give her a reassuring nod, take the coffee she holds out to me and head off to work.

It’s 7:45. I am the first one at work. I know I will have at least 30 minutes to myself before Em shows up.

I turn on the lights to the main floor as I make my way up to my office. I unlock my office door and turn on the light. My focus goes immediately to the table near the door. There is a box sitting on the table. I do not remember it being there when I left yesterday. Matt must have slipped it in before he left yesterday. Besides Pittman and our bookkeeper, he is the only one who has keys to my office.

I set my purse in a chair and turn on my computer. I check email and phone messages. I log into my catalogue program. I stall a little more but my attention is on that box. Unable to resist, I walk over and lean in one of the chairs at the table to get started. The box is rather tall so I can’t sit comfortably and work. All the items look the same as they did yesterday. None have been disturbed. I lift the top book out of the box and carefully removed the packing paper. This book is old, but in remarkably good shape for its age.

It is large, thin and full of pictures. Each page has been laminated to protect the photos. Carefully turning each page, I have to guess that some of these photographs are at least a hundred years old. One is of a man in full war dress standing straight and tall in front of a village. The date at the bottom confirms its age: 1868. Another is of a little girl standing alone in front of a large building. Her eyes are huge. She looks into the camera as if trying to send out a cry of help to the people who will eventually view this picture. The handwritten caption below reads “Maya; age 7, 1901.”

As I make my way through the rest of the book, the pictures become more recent. A picture toward the end of the book stops me cold. It’s a picture of Lucas. He is sitting on the porch of a house in a pair of blue jeans. His feet and chest are bare. He is not facing the camera but looking down. He has a camera in his hands. It’s an old-fashioned Raleigh. He appears to be cleaning it. There are camera attachments on the table next to him. The look in his eyes is focused completely on what he is doing and seems to be completely unaware of the person taking this picture. I study the face again. Lucas.

Noise from downstairs pulls me from my thoughts. I look up at the clock and realize it is just after 9:00. Time to focus. I mentally kick myself, turn the page and start going through the other books.

****

I never hear him enter my office. I am on the floor with my back up against the wall. My legs are crossed and I have a book in my lap. I jump when I hear him clear his throat. He is leaning against the door jamb looking down at me. I notice the jeans and t-shirt first then my eyes finally focus on his face. He has a bemused expression on his face and a glance at the clock tells me why. It’s half past noon.

“Shit!” I groan and place the book carefully extraordinary izle on the table above me. Lucas chuckles and reaches a hand out to me. I grab it and allow him to help pull me up. I attempt to straighten my pants, which are wrinkled from being on the floor so long. My foot tingles from being half asleep and I hobble awkwardly to my desk. I check the computer screen and glance at my phone. No emails. No voicemails.

“I guess no one has missed me.” I mutter under my breath. I’m already self-conscious noticing that he is watching my every move.

“I think your boss is out today. I went to his office when I thought yours was empty. I didn’t expect to find you on the floor.” He is smiling again. I have to remember to breathe.

“The chair was getting kind of stiff. I didn’t realize the time. I got lucky today.” My next thought is interrupted by my stomach growling. Lucas laughs.

“I think the entire library just heard that, so let’s go.”

I look up certain I heard wrong. “Go?”

He pulls his keys out of his pocket. “I’m taking you to lunch. Come on.”

Lunch? With Lucas? Alone?

Damn it, I’ve forgotten how to breathe again! Damn it Angie get a grip. It’s just a lunch. A working lunch. You’ve done this with colleagues before and that is who he is. Just a colleague. I manage a verbal commitment, and fumbling for my purse, follow. He waits until I shut my office door behind me and follows me down the stairs. I try to ignore the look from Em as I head for the front door. I know the other ladies are spying from various corners of the stacks. I’ll deal with that later.

It’s warm outside. Spring is leaving and summer is well on its way. It’s not really humid yet, but it’s nice enough to make me smile and forget how hot, humid and miserable the middle of summer will be. I follow Lucas to the parking lot and climb into his car after he opens the door for me. He climbs in and starts the engine. It does not occur to me to ask where we are going as he has navigates the black Jeep Cherokee down Rampart Street.

“So, how far have you gotten through the anthologies?” he never takes his eyes off the road. There was comfort in talking to him without having him look at me. “I was in the middle of the third book. Maya’s story.” I look at his profile as I answer.

“Her story is amazing. It’s probably one of the better detailed ones. She wrote it herself between the ages of 12-20.” he keeps his eyes on the road.

I think back to where I left off in her story. Maya was taken to a Native American Boarding School when she was nine years old. I am in the middle of her teenage years. Her time at the school is causing a rift between herself, her family and her tribe.

In the back of my mind I am thinking her story would be a good basis for a novel.

Lucas begins to tell me other stories that are not in any of the anthologies. Most he was told as a child. I’m so caught up in the stories that I do not realize that we are out of the city. I finally notice as the Jeep pulls into a long driveway. It’s another quarter mile before I realize where we are. It’s the house from the picture. The same porch I was staring at not more than four hours ago in the first book of pictures is right in front of us. An old man sits on it now and looks up as the Jeep pulls to stop.

The house is set in the middle of a clearing. There are so many trees around the house, that I can only describe it as small forest. The building itself is a one-story brick structure with large windows. The long porch only takes up half of the length of the house.

I get out and silently follow Lucas across the dirt drive and up the steps to the old man. A golden retriever greets Lucas for a moment then turns its attention to me. The dog licks my hand and sits next to me at the top of the steps. Lucas greets the old man with a firm hug and puts his hand on the old man’s shoulder as he turns to face me.

“Grandfather, this is Angela.” He smiles as he introduces me. The old man smiles and laughs as he looks at his dog. “The dog approves. Kai likes you. She does not take to strangers easily.” Ben surprises me. He is easily 60 years old, but his eyes still sparkle with the mischief of a 20 year old. His long gray hair is still thick and he stands tall and straight easily matching Lucas’ tall frame. His smile is infectious and I find myself smiling every time he does. This is the man who has sold the anthologies to library.

He moves across the porch and takes my hand. I expect a handshake but he looks at the top of my hand for a moment then turns it over and runs a finger across the lines on my palm.

He looks at me and smiles again. “Welcome Angela. It is good you are here. You can call me Ben.” He takes my arm and leads me inside. Kai whines for a moment, but stays outside. She finally settles on the porch.

For the next hour, I feel like I am in another world. Instead of feeling lost and confused, forecasting love and weather izle however, I feel right at home. Ben’s home is familiar to me even though I have never been here. I watch the rapport between Lucas and Ben over lunch. It is clear they have a strong bond. Ben never excludes me from the conversation and I find myself responding to him with an ease I’d forgotten I possessed. I tell him about being raised by my grandmother and how ended up working Library Science. I even tell him about my aspiration to write. Lucas listens without interruption. Something about Ben makes me feel at ease and I am neither shy nor embarrassed at anything we discuss.

I am reluctant to leave when it is time to go back. I give Ben a hug before getting into the Jeep. I am grateful to the man whose has gotten me to open up so easily. I hope silently to myself that it is not our last encounter as Lucas guides the Jeep down the drive away from the house.

I roll the window down and lean against the window looking up at the sky as we make our way back to the main road.

****

Lucas dropped me off outside the Library a little after 4:00pm. I was alone for 10 minutes after sneaking back into my office to start closing down for the day before being verbally assaulted by Em for not “dishing” the second I walked through the door. Round two came from Matt, who played concerned big brother worrying about his kid sister who disappeared for four whole hours. Never mind the fact that I am older than him. I wasn’t exactly rude, but I was not forthcoming either. I simply told them I had a working lunch with Lucas so most of the talk was about work. Not exactly a lie, but I want to keep the rest of it to myself for a while. I’m not sure why.

As I toss and turn letting my thoughts on the day interfere with much needed sleep, I still wonder how to handle things. So far, being around Lucas is easier than I thought it would be. Once I slow my breathing to a few notches below hyperventilation, I am actually quite calm in his presence. I find him to be incredibly easy to be around despite my stomach doing cartwheels.

I finally feel my eyelids growing heavier and a glance at the clock tells me it is after eleven. For once, I am not anxious as I feel myself being pulled to sleep. I think of the house. I think of Ben and the dog sitting on the porch waiting for us to return. Most of all I think if Lucas and the next couple of days to come.

****

The fog is so thick that I can barely see between the trees. It’s the middle of the night and there is light from the full moon. The yellow glow adds to the haze as I try to get my bearings. A dog howls in the distance and goose bumps pebble the skin on my arms, travel up my neck then down my back.

“If you are not careful, you can lose your way.” I hear Lucas’ voice through the fog. The direction is unclear. The fog makes it impossible to tell the origin of sound or light. It is so dense; moisture is forming on my skin.

“I lost my way a long time ago.” I whisper half to myself. I feel something warm against my back. It’s a stark contrast to the cool mist.

“You can always find your way back.” I feel his hot breath against my ear. I feel myself moisten. His hands run slowly up and down my arms, soothing the goose bumps and bringing heat to the cool surface of my skin. A gush of wetness begins soaking my underwear.

I turn in his arms and look up into his eyes for a moment. I cannot wait this time. I reach for his face and pull his mouth to mine. This kiss is hard and hungry. I know what I want and there is a raw hunger in my need. There is no hesitation this time. The urgency is both ends. We tear at each other’s clothes. Our hands and mouths constantly touch, implore and feast on each other. I sink to my knees and pull him down with me.

“I need you now.” I whisper hotly into his ear. I reach for his hard length. He is ready for me. His laugh is soft and gentle.

I push him back all the way and move to straddle him. My pussy is so wet I am dripping as I position myself above him. I take his hard length into me in one stroke. When he bottoms out, I cry out and throw my head back. Tears of satisfaction well up in my eyes as I begin to move. Desire fuels me as I pick up the pace. His hands are on my hips and steady me, encouraging me to ride him out. My legs begin to burn. My feet are rubbed raw as I grind against Lucas and the hard earth. The pain doesn’t matter. The only sensation my brain registers is the intense pleasure building from his hard cock as I take him into me again and again.

I rise and fall harder and faster until I feel myself beginning to explode. My cries of pleasure are swallowed by the surrounding fog. I begin to shake. As I lose control, he takes over and begins to thrust into me, fucking me right through my orgasm. I throw my head and howl. Tears run down my cheeks as pain and pleasure are freeridge izle not longer distinguishable. I quickly crest to another orgasm that is followed by his. I feel the pinch of his fingers as he growls digging his fingers into my hips. He buries himself deep inside me and gives into his release. I collapse onto his chest and lay there for a long time not able to move and struggling to breathe. Smaller tremors shake my body every few seconds. Lucas strokes my back. He is still inside of me. His breathing is harsh and he takes as long as I do to recover. Small orgasmic quakes are still shaking me every few seconds, but my breathing is beginning to slow.

“Am I going crazy?” I ask the question to myself as much as I am asking him. “No.” He strokes my bare back. “You are finally waking up.”

**** I am slow to open my eyes the next morning. It takes me a minute to realize why my room looks so different. I push myself out from under the covers and realize that I am soaking wet. Last night’s dream comes back with full force. I shudder when I recall it and can almost feel the orgasm again. My t-shirt and shorts are damp with sweat. The sun is shining through the blinds creating strips of light on the bed. The sun? The realization of why my room looks different sets an alarm off in my head and I look at the clock by my bed. 8:15.

“Oh shit!” I roll out of bed and stumble in the bathroom.

Forty-five minutes later, I am on my way to work. I’m already late so a trip to Café du Jour is on my list this morning. I’m in and out in 3 minutes, telling Sara I’m running late and will stop in earlier tomorrow.

At 9:25, I am sneaking in the back door trying to figure out a way to not get caught. Deciding that sneaking in is going to look a lot worse; I straighten up and walk into the lobby.

To my astonishment, no one notices. The desk is busy and no one glances my way as I walk past and make my way up the stairs. Pittman’s office door is shut. The lights are on so I know he is here. One look at the bookkeeper’s closed office door and dark windows tells me she is not in today. I make my way up to my office and shut my door behind me. I normally do not close my office door, but today I need the peace and quiet. The red message light on my office phone is on. I set my purse down, turn on the computer and pick up the phone. Receiver in hand, I push the message button and listen as I boot up my computer. There is only one message and it was left 20 minutes ago. I recognize Lucas’ voice as the message begins.

“Hey, I hope this message gets to you in time. I’m running late and will be by around one this afternoon.”

I feel disappointed but shrug it off and get to work.

Losing track of time, I work right through lunch…again. I am so focused; I do not notice Matt sneaking into my office. I jump when he finally speaks.

“I don’t know if you’ve lost track of time like me, but you stomach hasn’t. I can hear that thing growling through the wall. Come on, time for lunch.”

Five minutes later, Matt and I are in the break room fixing our lunches. I tell him about yesterday, meeting Lucas’ grandfather, staying for lunch and the message on my machine this morning.

Matt smirks and he takes his lunch out of the microwave. “So, you met the family huh?”

I shrug. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I mean, it was only his grandfather.” I put my food in the microwave and sit down.

Matt looks at me for almost a minute before speaking. The amused expression on his face turns to astonishment. The he finally laughs.

“What?” I whine, annoyed at this point.

“You really have been out of dating pool for too long.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The man likes you.”

“No. No, this is nothing more than a professional relationship between two people.” I realize that sounds lame even as I say it. “Okay, fine smartass. Let’s say you’re right. What exactly am I supposed to do about it?”

“Do about what?” Emily stands in the doorway a moment before heading over to the fridge.

Matt fills her in on our conversation.

Emily laughs when he finishes. “You don’t know what to do? Are you serious? It’s called jump on the man the first chance you get and fuck his brains out.”

Em takes a swig of water and continues.

“Okay maybe not the first chance you get but he sounds like he wants to get to know you and maybe not just for the sake of work.” Em has joined us at the table by now. “Maybe nothing will come of it but maybe it’s time you take a chance. It’s been three years Angie. You can’t hide forever.”

After lunch, I walk back up to my office. At the top of the landing, I see Lucas coming in through the front door by the circulation desk. Em comes out of the break room and somehow manages to greet him before Ms. Mitchell (who’s already at the circulation desk) can even get out of her chair. I head to my office knowing Em will make sure he finds his way up here.

Three hours later my neck is stiff and my back hurts. Lucas and I are both on the floor. There was not enough room on the table to spread everything out so we ended up needing floor space. The first priority of the afternoon was to start working on a glossary and index for each book. This was a challenge in and of itself and we soon found we had bitten off more than we could chew for one day’s work.

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I’m a high school French teacher. I have been for a few years. For quite a few years before that, I was a portrait photographer.

I have photographed literally thousands of teenage girls. And today, I deal with them on a daily basis. Long ago, I got over the fact that they are very sexy and dress very provocatively on a daily basis. When I did portraits, they wanted to be especially sexy. I had to show less than they wanted to show in order to please their parents.

No matter what their hormones are doing to them, they are still kids. No matter how well developed they are physically, they open their mouths to speak and you know they are still kids. They lack the mental maturity to correspond with their physical maturity.

My buddies wonder how I can deal with these sexy, tight-bodied girls every day. Most say they couldn’t do it. They’d get in trouble.

When I was younger, I kept a distance because I wanted to keep my business. As time went on, I began to realize that these sexy girls could easily be my daughters, age-wise. That takes a lot of the appeal away.

As a teacher, I deal with them on an intellectual level. I see that and the maturity level. Those things take away any sexual appeal, no matter how skimpy the outfit.

I have had to ask several girls to put on a jacket to cover the cleavage, or sweat pants because their butt cheeks were hanging out of their shorts. If I can’t bend over your shoulder to help you with your worksheet without seeing your belly button, much less your nipples, you are not dressed appropriately for school.

As a 50-something man, I don’t need the hassle. Cover up!

But I can’t control my dreams. I have awakened many times from a dream of fucking one of my students very hard and having them suck my cock after until I fill their throat. This is wrong, but I have had these dreams since my photographer days. I just dismiss it, since I don’t even have jerk-off fantasies about my students.

–

Last year, I lead my first spring break trip to France. Nothing can captivate foreign language students more than a visit to the country of origin.

For my group, I chose a 14-day trip that comprised three days in Paris and Versailles, three days in the Loire Valley (magnificent castles), three days in Provence (Avignon, Nimes and Marseilles, land of history and art), three days in Nice (the French Rivera), and ending with a final two days again in Paris. It was a small group, just eight students with two additional adults (parents of two of the students). We were two freshmen, three sophomores, two juniors and one senior. The parents were parents of the freshmen.

We had a wonderful experience. In spite of our small group, the timing dictated that we weren’t combined with another group. We had our own guides and busses. We felt like royalty.

The company I had hired to conduct our tour is one of the best in the business. We ate in three-to-four star restaurants and stayed in three-to-four star hotels. My sales rep was a guy of my age, a former teacher. He respected my career change and my enthusiasm for my new profession. He anticipated that I would lead many such groups in my career (and I intended to do so). So, he made sure we were happy.

My kids and parents got a full dose of France. They ate, drank and lived France for almost two weeks. Everyone was happy and tired when we got back to Paris.

Our return visit was designed for students to choose what they wanted to revisit or to explore anew. It was self-directed. Students had to create their own plan and to commit to it.

My rep had set us up in a wonderful four-star hotel, on the right bank of the Seine River with a great view of the Hôtel des Invalides and the Eiffel Tower. My room was on the top floor (the fourth, the highest permitted in Paris). It had large windows and a balcony encompassing the view.

This was day 13, and I was exhausted. I had breakfast with the group and sent them on their chosen projects. I had not signed myself up to accompany any of them just because I wanted some down time. Day 14 was going to be intense, so I wanted to be well rested.

When everyone was gone, I retreated to my suite, stripped off my clothes and crawled between the soft poplin sheets. I intended to sleep a few more hours, have a wonderful lunch, and spend my afternoon in the Petit Palais museum – alone. I would return to being a responsible high school teacher at dinner.

–

I fell into a deep sleep engendered by 13 days of being responsible for 10 people in a foreign country, having to think in two languages simultaneously, and being old enough that hours of walking on cobblestones was sometimes when we touch izle crippling.

I awoke sensing another presence. I had no idea what time it was. Gradually, I realized that a warm body was pressed against mine. It felt good, so I closed my eyes and descended into sleep once again.

When I awoke again, it slowly dawned on me that someone was kissing me – my face, my neck, my ears, my shoulders. It felt wonderful.

When I could open my eyes, I saw Elle. Elle was my senior student on the trip.

She had been with me since freshman year. Then, she was a skinny, gawky girl. Puberty had been good to her. She had developed nice hips and good curves. I never could tell how big her breasts were. Some days they looked small, other days large. I had chalked it up to fashion, and hadn’t thought about it much.

Elle favored tights and short shorts with low cut camisoles with see-through cover ups at school. Winter was tight knit dresses and leggings. I had spent two years trying not to notice.

She had beautiful, long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She was obviously a natural redhead, but with only a smattering of freckles. Her skin was pale as is expected, but with a note of warmth underneath, which is not.

As she kissed my neck, I realized that Elle was just as nude as I was. Fashion had made her breasts appear large. They were small and tight, maybe 34″ Bs – just the kind I found the most sexy. Damn!

As she kissed me, she began to stroke her own breasts, letting out small sounds.

As my mind cleared, I realized that I was naked in bed with my senior student, who was naked as well, kissing and caressing me. My erection was growing and her nipples were hard.

This was bad. All I could see was the end of my teaching career.

“Ah, you are awake. That’s nice. I’ve been snuggled up with you for a while. But I am hornier than ever. Now, I want you,” she said.

I was still groggy from sleep. I tried to gather myself. “Elle, this feels so good. You are so beautiful, but we can’t do this. I’m your teacher. If we have sex, I am violating a trust not to abuse my students. We will ruin your life and mine.”

“Non, Monsieur. When I started your French I class, I was so backward. You showed me that I was a valuable person, with a lot to give. When I started to develop physically, you didn’t ever look at me that way, the creepy way Mr. Cramer did. You gave me the courage to become a real person,” she said, “not because I’m sexy, but because I’m a real person. The confidence I have to do all I have done in high school has come from your belief in me.”

“Elle, you are one of my very favorite students, but I try to do that with all of my students.”

“Monsieur, you helped me find in myself what I need to succeed. I want you to help me with one more thing.”

“If I can,” I answered as her fingers trailed over my stomach.

“Our guide told us that the only way to understand the French is to fall in love with a Frenchman. Monsieur, I don’t love a Frenchman, I love you. You are as French as they are.”

“Elle…” I began.

“Non, Monsieur,” she interrupted. “I know I can’t have you forever, we can’t have a ‘happily ever after.’ But my boyfriend wants to have sex, and I probably will when I get back. But he is just a kid. I don’t want to give my virginity to him in the back of a car on some country road in Jackson County, Illinois.”

“Elle…” I began to protest (although it was getting harder, as her hand was now around my cock).

“Monsieur!” she almost shouted. “I turned 18 last month, so this isn’t a crime. I want to share my virginity with a man I respect, admire and deeply love. I want to do it in a luxurious room with a view of the Eiffel Tower. Please help me make it special. I can’t imagine a better way to become a woman.”

I’m a total idiot. At the risk of my career, I made love with Elle.

I kissed her softly and deeply. I kissed her neck as she had kissed mine. I told her, “Good love making is a partnership. Each of you should derive a great satisfaction from the sharing,” I said as I stroked those perfect, small tits. “If he just cums as soon as anything happens, he is a lout, a kid, or an asshole.”

I kissed those small breasts and sucked the nipples hard until she started to moan. Then I worked my way down her tight, slender body. I licked her belly-button, poking my tongue into it. I kissed and licked her hip bones and as much soft skin as I could find.

Finally, I descended on her pussy. I started with her clit and worked it as hard as I could. She had a special forces worlds toughest test izle hand firmly around my cock, jacking it intermittently as she got horny.

I said, “You don’t have to pay attention to my cock right now. Just enjoy what is happening to you.”

“The harder your cock gets, the hornier I get,” she replied.

I lay so she could access my cock as much as she wanted, but I started to suck and lick her pussy as much as I could. I gave her tongue tips and flicks on her clit and plunged my tongue up her cunt as hard as I could. I think she liked it. She came about three times.

“I need you to fuck me now, Monsieur. This is perfect.”

I pushed the head of my raging hard cock at the parting of her pussy lips. Moistly, they spread for my hard dick.

“Elle, I can stop now.” I wasn’t sure I could, with my cock wet inside her pussy lips, but I felt I should offer.

“Monsieur, please fuck me hard right now. Fill my gaping pussy with your hard cock. Make my dream come true. Foutrez-moi! Maintenant!”

As I entered her pussy, she spread her lips and said, “Go slow, I want to watch myself give my virginity to my French lover. Push your cock in hard, but slow.”

Her pussy was shaved bald except for a neatly trimmed strip leading to her clit. I pushed into her slowly. She spread her knees wide, reached down and parted her pussy lips, and leaned forward to see.

We watched as my cock eased into her pussy. She was incredibly tight, as one would expect. I went slowly so as to go as deep as I could without causing pain.

She let out a gasp and I stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, you are just a lot bigger than the dildo I have been using. Go ahead and give me all of you.”

So I went in until my balls were against her. “Hmmm…” she said. I pulled back and went in again. Slowly, we picked up our pace. She started to pinch my nipples as we ramped up our fucking. Our speed increased and her cunt loosened to accept my cock as it got harder and she got more excited.

Elle grabbed my ass and pushed my hips against hers, faster and faster. She pulled me against her and dug her nails into my back. I was pounding her hard and fast when she came. I could feel her pussy begin to throb on my dick as I slowed.

She wrapped her legs around me and pulled my hard cock into her tight as she writhed and moaned. I was sure my back was bleeding.

Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed. She wiped the sweat from her brow.

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked into my face. “Ohmigod, you are still hard. You didn’t cum.”

“Control is one of the few advantages of age. Besides, I didn’t want to be done yet,” I replied.

“Wow! Will you take that hard cock and fuck me from behind? You know, dog-style? I’ve always heard that the guy’s dick goes deeper into your pussy that way. I can’t imagine anything deeper, but I want to try. Want to?”

At this point, I had already fucked my student and possibly my career, so why not? My cock was hard as I rolled her over.

She had never done this before, but I guess instincts just take over. She shoved her ass up in the air and buried her shoulders in the pillow. I knelt behind.

Her pussy was actually swollen and dripping. I had never seen that before. I guess a woman had never wanted me that much before.

I didn’t even have to guide my cock. It stood out straight and her pussy was open. I just slipped it into her waiting slit and proceeded to pound at high speed from the outset.

She screamed at first and I almost stopped. Then she cried, “That feels fucking great! Pound that fucker home! Migod, I feel you so far up in me! Fuck me, fuck me!” She played with her clit as I pounded in and out of her demanding twat.

I grabbed her sweet ass cheeks, so soft and smooth and parted them to get as deep into her pussy as I could. She began to cum again. I was close, too. But I began to breathe deep and relax as she squirmed and wiggled through her orgasm.

She collapsed flat on her tummy when her orgasm subsided. I lay on her back, my still-hard cock just slightly inside her pussy lips.

Eventually, she came to herself. She reached down between her legs to massage her pussy and found my hard cock head just parting her still wet lips.

“Migod, you are still hard! Don’t you ever cum?”

“I wanted to show you my favorite position, fuck you hard that way, and explode inside your pussy,” I responded.

“Fuck me more, any way you want. I can’t wait!” she said.

I rolled her onto her side and mounted her hoffman family gold izle lower leg. The top leg, I pushed up high. Her wet, dripping pussy was wide open. “This way, I can get deep inside you and still play with your tits. I’m short enough, I can suck your nipples while I fuck you really deep.”

“That sounds perfect!” she said as I slid my cock into her. I began slowly, kissing her on the lips, before moving down to suck her nipples. She began to moan immediately. After a few minutes of pounding her cunt and sucking her tits, I just grabbed onto those small orbs and fucked her as hard and fast as I could.

She put her hands on mine, rocked her pelvis against mine and began the moans and throbs of another orgasm. That is when I gave in and shot my jizz deep into her. As I shot more and more into her, she screamed and moaned. I bucked hard and squeezed her wonderful tiny tits as the last of my cum dribbled into her sweet cooze.

As our orgasms subsided, we collapsed into a sweaty, naked heap together.

Our arms were around one another, our bodies entwined, mutual moisture spreading. Eventually, she looked up at me and smiled.

“I guess it would be redundant to say that I have never been fucked like that before. But I can’t imagine being fucked like that ever again. I can hope, but I can’t imagine…”

“Elle, I’ve had lovers over the years. But I’ve never had a lover so responsive, so intuitive, so absolutely in synch with me. I guess I’ve never been fucked like that before, either,” I answered.

We held each other for a long time, bodies entwined. We kissed softly. We dozed.

Sometime after noon, we woke together. Elle kissed my face and stroked my hair, even as our bodies still clung to one another. I massaged her back, her buttocks, her shoulders.

She smiled at me. “Do we have time to do it again?”

“Yes,” I answered. “Just remember, we spent the afternoon at the Petit Palais.”

“I already know what was showing there. I can talk about it. In the meantime, I want to suck your cock. Then I want to be on top, OK?”

“I can go with that,” I answered as I admired her slim, wonderful body and her firm small tits. “Do with me what you will.”

“Mmmm…” was her only response as she took my hardening cock into her mouth.

–

As the church bells chimed six, we awoke, once again intertwined and moist.

She looked deeply into my eyes. “We can’t ever tell anyone about this, can we?”

“No, we can’t.”

“And we can’t do it again, can we?”

“No, we can’t”

“That’s OK, we’ll always have Paris.”

–

After we returned, I worried that my life and career would end before the semester was up. What teenage girl could be expected to keep the secret that she had fucked her French teacher in Paris?

But there were no rumors, no whispers. Elle continued to date her boyfriend. The only changes in the classroom were the positive benefits of having a group of kids having an international experience.

I began to relax.

A few weeks before graduation, Elle stopped in my classroom during my prep period. Everything had been normal student/teacher since we had been back. No personal contact, just regular curriculum.

I must have acted tense, because Elle said, “It’s OK, Monsieur, relax. I just wanted to tell you something I could never tell anyone else. I decided to go ahead and have sex with my boyfriend last weekend. It didn’t go well.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, thinking back to how amazing Paris had been.

“It was in the back of a car, like I thought it would be. We didn’t even take all our clothes off. When I reached down to touch him to guide him into me, he just jizzed all over me. He didn’t try to kiss or lick me or anything. He just grinned like he had done something. He didn’t even get inside me. For god’s sake, at least I deserved a cock up the cunt. But he left me hanging.

“I was horny and wet and ready, and he thought he was done. I wiped off with tissues and told him to take me home. He knew I was mad, but didn’t understand why. I broke up with him yesterday.”

“Elle, give him a break. He’s young and doesn’t know anything. He’ll get there.”

“No, I’m done. If a man can’t treat me like you did, I don’t want him.”

“Elle, age brings experience. A young buck can bring a power I can’t. You might like that. Give it time.”

“Okay, Monsieur. But if I don’t find a young buck to do to me what I want by my senior year of college, can we do it again?”

“By then, I’ll be almost 60. You won’t want anything to do with me, but OK. It’s a deal.” I reached out my hand to seal the deal.

But Elle climbed into my chair, straddled me and pushed her pussy up against my now-hard dick and said, “Deal.”

She climbed off and not another word or insinuation was made the rest of the year.

Elle graduated as salutatorian of her class, gave a speech at the ceremony, thanked me for our experiences abroad and some of her other teachers, and went off to college – she took her junior year at the Sorbonne.

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The ride home on the L train was the start of a difficult weekend. I felt uneasy about the aftermath of the work party. I switched between replaying the moment in my mind and telling myself I was throwing away a job and a life in New York City. The intern coordinator and my boss were both giving signs that they wanted to offer me a job and the summer has only made me more enchanted with the thought of living in the city. I couldn’t throw that away.

That’s not to say I regretted it. If anything, it made me desperate for more. I have never been so drawn to another person. I longed to spend time with him in galleries, learning from his experience in both classical and modern art; in restaurants, experiencing the best food the world has to offer; in his home, admiring his own collections; and in his bed. He was the most affable, humble, kind and attractive man I’d ever met.

When Monday came around, I started to feel sick as I anticipated Robert sitting in his usual seat when the train car pulled up. I was relieved, at first, when the doors opened and Robert wasn’t there. But then, as I took my own seat, I was burdened with guilt that maybe he couldn’t face me. Again, my thoughts were dominated with how I had blown my internship and potentially lost a really good job. Even if they did still offer me a full-time position, I would feel too guilty accepting it if I would only cause problems for him by being there.

I couldn’t deny it was nice to be able to avoid him because I didn’t think I could face him. I was, however, unable to avoid Becca who was at my desk the second she got in and refused to leave me alone until I described the party in perfect detail. I tried to describe how good the food was and the games and booths and prizes and everything but I was careful not to exaggerate at all because I knew the party already had this legendary status within the office.

Work carried on and, whether he was avoiding me or travelling or whatever other possible reason, Robert was nowhere to be seen during my morning commutes. I was getting into a groove with my team and enjoying my work as much as ever. My boss, Ms. Fisher, was so easy to work for and Becca and the team were so creative and smart. They were involving me more and more and I felt like I was learning so much more than I ever was in school. With each passing day, I was more eager to stay permanently with the company. Even out with friends or over the weekend, it seemed all I could think about was how much I wanted this job and how much I wanted Rob Barton. I was beginning to resolve that I needed to give up my lust in favor of the job as I reminded myself Robert was straight and probably avoiding me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to just stop thinking about him, but I could certainly not indulge my thoughts as I had been.

It would be pretty simple, actually, to make changes to think about him less. There was no reason I needed to continue coming into the office so early and then I wouldn’t see him every morning on the commute to work. I was the only intern seeing him every day, so if I came in a little later each day, I would only see him occasionally and in a group setting. Just like everyone else.

However, in the back of my mind, I knew it wasn’t that simple really. For one, I would still think about him, especially having opened Pandora’s box and sucking his perfect cock. I would still dream about him. I would always remember watching his cock harden and bulge in his pants twice in my presence and debate within myself whether it was because of me. Was he turned on as I massaged his feet or was it something else? Besides, I may have gone too far to ever come back. There was a real chance that I would never get an offer because Robert wouldn’t want me to stay after the summer.

Thursday morning, I headed to the station thirty minutes later than usual. It was still early enough that I would be the first into the office on my team, but I lost the most productive hour of my day and the train each morning was much more crowded again. I wished I could take the early train and have my own space and have my friendly interactions with Robert again.

I got to my desk and started working immediately trying to be as productive as possible before everyone showed up. It was probably only fifteen minutes before Mrs. Fisher arrived and greeted me. She asked me if I had a second and to follow her into her office.

“Chris, we sure enjoy having you on our team,” she said with a smile.

“I appreciate that. I have had the best experience so far.” I smiled back, but I was nervous. Her demeanor and compliment should have set my heart at ease, but I had a sinking feeling Robert had told her to let me go and this was it. I knew it was unlikely.

“Lisa and I had a talk earlier this week and she told me you indicated an interest in returning and we both talked about your exemplary work both with my team and your project for Play Doh that she is supervising. We have kind of started discussing first steps and before we go too far, I wanted to have disney gallery star wars the book of boba fett izle a conversation with you directly.”

The pit in my stomach dissolved and my smile must have indicated my growing excitement.

“We don’t have an open position on my team at the moment, but I want to try and find one. That would require me to try and pull some teeth with HR and my director to create an extra position, but it is something I want to explore. If that doesn’t work, I can also recommend you for other positions here on teams that are looking to fill an existing position. Either way, you would have to go through the normal interview process like every other candidate. But of course, you would have stellar recommendations from myself and Lisa that would put you in good standing. I just want to be clear that we can’t promise anything and I also wanted to make sure that you are interested before I start fighting to create a spot on our team. Is that a job you would be anxious to accept were I able to get it approved?”

“Absolutely and thank you so much for even being willing to try! I am so lucky to be on this team and you have all kept me involved and welcomed me and I know from talking with other interns that not everyone got that opportunity. I want to come back to New York after graduation if possible and a job on your team would be the best position I could imagine. If you’re not able to create a position, I would be excited to interview for other positions as well but definitely, if possible, I would love to return to your team.”

She beamed and nodded. “Then I’ll get started pulling teeth. I’ll see what I can do and you keep up the good work!”

I must have thanked her five times before I returned to my desk. As I returned to my work, I wrote myself a little note to find Lisa and thank her as well.

It was exactly a week since the party at his house before I saw Robert again. As I walked past a conference room, I saw him through the window in a small meeting of what looked like big sharks. He was sitting comfortably, leaned back and smiling at the woman to his left. His suit was sharp and his light blue shirt underneath hugged his belly. He looked incredible. He shifted positions and I snapped back to reality and, terrified he may have seen me, hurried away from the window. My resolve was weakening as I thought of him in my mind. I could clearly remember my view, knelt beneath him, teasing his cock and struggling to take him in all the way. In an instant, the resolve I had been building for days to push him out of my thoughts was undone by a fleeting glance through a window.

I hurried back to my desk to focus on work and busy my mind and begin to build back that resolve. “I want a job here. I want a job here.” I repeated to myself as I fought to get him out of my mind. “Don’t be a fool.” As strong as my desire was for both the job and any kind of relationship with Robert, I knew that one was a realistic possibility. If I could just manage to get over Robert, I could really land a spot on Mrs. Fisher’s team. I knew it would be difficult but I was determined and I focused on my work. The rest of the day, I don’t think I got up once. I focused on peering over data sheets that our research team had sent us to come up with a strong strategy for a client presentation. We were pitching a new client next week and getting lost in that campaign kept my mind from wandering… until a new email came in.

I saw “Robert Barton” flash in the notification in the corner of my screen and froze. My mind went crazy with possibilities, good and bad, and I decided just to open it rather than go crazy thinking what it could be. I checked my shoulder before opening it. The message was brief and didn’t address what had happened at all.

“Hey Chris,

Given the interest you showed in the art in my home, I just wanted to invite you to my friend’s gallery this evening. Sorry about the short notice. I know it’s a Friday night and you may have plans already, but if you’re interested I can add you to the list.”

I wanted to go more than anything. But, was it a good idea? We still had never addressed what happened, or even talked about anything since then and I didn’t know how to respond to the email, let alone spend the evening with him. I knew it might not be the best idea, but I couldn’t decline the invite. I texted my roommate and told him something came up at work and I wouldn’t be able to make our plans. I felt bad, but I knew he’d understand.

I nervously typed a response to Robert and accepted the invite. He sent me more details and suddenly I questioned everything I had resolved to do that week. I was supposed to be avoiding him, not spending my Friday evenings with him. But my mind entertained that maybe something was there. I couldn’t help it. I did present the blowjob as a plutonic favor and maybe he was willing to just move on as we were before that moment. I started disney intertwined izle to get a headache after spending the whole rest of the day contemplating all the possibilities of what was going on in his mind.

Just as I had the week before, I found myself on a train headed to an address I had been given with an unreasonable excitement building to an uncontrollable level. I started to feel dizzy from all the racing my mind had been doing since opening that email. I arrived at the gallery and was immediately intimidated by it all. When I got to the door and gave them my name, they let me through, and I instantly felt lost. It wasn’t particularly loud inside, but there was a buzz of excitement from the crowds of people bouncing from exhibit to exhibit. I didn’t know where to go or how to fit in so I just started on one end and decided to just admire the work. The gallery was full of pottery and I assumed most or all of it had been made by Rob’s friend, Christopher. He had mentioned him last week and had several of his pottery in his home.

In the beginning, I just took in the art around the gallery and drowned out the crowd and my surroundings. Pottery wasn’t my favorite art form, but some of the vases really caught my eye with popping colors and interesting abstract forms. I tried to imagine what Christopher would be like through his work.

“Chris!” The sound of Robert’s voice washed over everything I was thinking. I realized that it was the first time I’d heard his voice since sucking his dick a week ago and that experience immediately came back to my mind. I tried to shake it off and focus, but I couldn’t seem to do it. As Robert and his friend approached, all I could think of was the picture in my mind – massaging his feet and giving him head until he creamed in my mouth. I was getting hard as a rock in my slacks and starting to become really nervous about my predicament.

“This is Christopher,” Robert introduced his friend and presumably the amazing artist whose gallery I was standing in.

Through hazy thoughts, I shook his outstretched hand and greeted him politely. I was on auto-pilot, saying things I knew I should but not really even thinking about what I was saying.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for having me here. This is an honor.”

I was starting to get dizzy and my temples were throbbing as sweat trickled down my forehead. I felt myself blacking out and started falling forward. I was about to faint. As the panic set in, my feet gave out and I felt myself heading towards the ground when suddenly I felt two, strong arms catch me and hold me against their big frame. I was still conscious enough to know someone had caught me and held me tight. His body was thick and warm and I felt safe, tucked in his arms as he supported my limp legs. When I finally was able, I unbuckled my knees and the static slowly faded from my vision. Eventually, I was able to regain my balance as the arms still supported me in place.

Finally, I could see a concerned Robert with his steadying arms on my shoulders. He had caught me, of course, and was holding me steady.

“I’m so sorry. Would you excuse me for a second?”

I didn’t know what had just happened, but I was desperate to try and find a bathroom. I had no idea where to look but I just set off quickly towards a wall and hoped I’d stumble upon one. My head still felt fuzzy but I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to faint again. I just needed to wash my face with cool water. Where was the bathroom?!?! I was getting flustered when I heard Robert call my name once more.

I felt his hand in the middle of my back propping me up, probably cautious I might fall again.

“A bathroom?” I couldn’t even form a full sentence.

He led me gently towards another end of the building and to the door. As we entered, it seemed empty, for which I was extremely grateful. I approached a sink and turned on the water, running my fingers beneath the faucet and gauging the temperature. It was cool but not too cold. I leaned forward, pooled water in my two hands and gently splashed my face. I did this a couple times, rubbing my eyes, my temples, and the line where my hair met my forehead. After rinsing my face for a moment, I turned off the water and stood up. I saw Robert in the reflection of the mirror and was embarrassed. He had stood back a bit to give me space.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what just happened.”

“Are you feeling ok?”

I nodded my head.

“Has this happened to you before?” He asked.

This time I shook my head no. “I’ve never had that happen to me before. I just felt really hot and dizzy and suddenly I lost my balance. Thanks for catching me. That could have been a real disaster.”

I was on the verge of tears. I was embarrassed, flustered, and unsure what I was even doing here. I wanted to get away.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m ok. Really. I think I just got overheated.”

I did dünyayala benim aramda izle know why I had nearly fainted – I was extremely anxious and the nerves got to me. But I didn’t want to say that to Robert.

“Are you sure?” His eyes searched mine, trying to read me. With an eyebrow slightly raised, his face still showed genuine concern. His beautiful chestnut brown eyes weren’t helping to calm my heart. It thumped in my chest and a lump formed in my throat.

“I’m just really nervous being here.”

He nodded his understanding. “Just let me know how I can help. I can get you to a doctor or just take you home. What do you need?”

“I want to stay. I think I just need a minute.”

He gave a sympathetic smile and ducked out of the bathroom to give me some space.

I took a moment, closed my eyes, and concentrated on my breathing. As nervous and embarrassed as I was, I really was excited to be at the gallery. These were experiences that didn’t come around all the time for me and I wanted to take it all in. I stood up, looked my reflection in the eyes and sternly told myself to get it together.

Robert was waiting for me outside the bathroom and took my back to Christopher to finish introducing me. I could feel my cheeks redden but I was eager to meet a real artist. Christopher, I now noticed, was wearing a beautiful suit that was a deep burgundy with gold and orange tribal designs along the lapels and pocket lining. His shirt underneath was white like a traditional American dress shirt, but with elaborate design at the top that matched the lining of his suit. He had one small red rose pinned to his left lapel.

I muttered an apology as Robert tried to introduce us again.

“Oh, I’m used to people reacting like that when they meet me!” He said sarcastically with a wide grin. His laugh was quiet, but high pitched and very infectious.

I complimented his suit and he briefly explained his South African heritage, which was clearly reflected in much of his pottery. We didn’t speak long before he was whisked away, leaving me and Robert to look around the gallery for a bit.

We were mostly quiet as we admired Christopher’s work. Occasionally, Robert had an anecdote about one of the pieces from his prior experiences with Christopher. He shared that his family once travelled to South Africa at Christopher’s invitation. He had been to the tree with a wavy trunk and many leafless limbs depicted in one of the vases, and recounted the folklore that the locals believed. The tree looked pregnant, but the branches were bare. They believed the tree, knowing infertility, had sympathy for others and would bring good luck to women. I reflected on tribal folklore. As a kid, hearing some of the things people believed seemed so far fetched, but now I realized I was more ignorant than they were.

“Do you believe in the tree’s powers?” I asked Robert.

As he contemplated, I weakened my resolve and stared at him. A subtle silver patch of his chest hair peaked out of his dress shirt just to provoke me.

“I believe in its powers for them. I think so many people who are skeptical can deny themselves the power of believing. There is power within believing that strongly in anything. Or anyone.”

I thought about his response.

“Are you religious, Robert?”

“Occasionally,” he smirked, making me smile.

By the time we had covered about half the gallery, my stomach started growling loud enough that I knew Robert would hear. I was a little embarrassed and hoped he wouldn’t say anything. I glanced quickly at Rob, who was wearing a wry smile.

“Me too,” he reassured me. “Should we go grab something?”

I nodded shyly.

“Ok, let’s go find Christopher.”

I stole a glance at my watch as I followed behind him while he set out to find his friend. I couldn’t believe I’d been there almost two hours already. No wonder I was so hungry. I should have grabbed something before I got here.

We found Christopher and said goodbye and I tried to convey how grateful I was to be invited and how much I enjoyed his work. It was an incredible immersive experience for a young art enthusiast.

“Do you like pizza?” Robert asked me as we left. I nodded and he told me there was a place nearby that he really liked.

The restaurant was a small family establishment and I knew if Robert frequented the food must be good. It was fairly quiet inside since we were eating so late. Robert ordered a couple different slices and gestured for me to order as well as he grabbed a couple of beers from a fridge and paid at the counter. I took a seat at a high table with two chairs and Robert returned with our drinks. The man behind the counter followed behind with our pizza. We thanked him and started eating as soon as he left. I could tell Robert was as hungry as I was and the food was as good as I expected. I wiped my face and finished my beer. Robert was almost done, too. For as deliberate and patient we had been in the gallery, we were the opposite with the food, scarfing it down in no time at all.

Our conversation at the gallery had been natural, but now as we sat alone there was more tension. I thought whether I should just address last week directly and deal with whatever the fallout may be or delay it and enjoy the company before dealing with the consequences . As he finished his food, I thanked him for dinner, for the invitation to the gallery, for catching me before fainting, and for the evening in general.

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It was about eight in the morning. I snuggled into her back — like two spoons in a drawer. Gradually I slid my hand down the silken material of her pyjama bottoms to stroke the material into the cleft of her buttocks. She responded by moving her hips towards me, drawing her knees up to part her buttocks more.

I stroked down her thighs which gradually parted to allow me to draw my hand up between her legs to stoke her love nest through her pyjamas, now warm with her moistness.

I drew my hand back to gently rub and tease her anus before sliding my hand to the top of her pyjama trousers to draw them down over her hips.

I was now able to push my fingers into her warm, silky, buttocks and slide my middle finger into her anus which was by now lubricated with the juices seeping from her vagina. She raised her knees even further up allowing me to penetrate her to the full length of my finger. She moaned softly as I withdrew it slowly before stroking between her legs to her warm, wet, pussy.

My finger felt no resistance as it slid into her waiting orifice as she ground her bum against me.

Gradually she snowpiercer izle turned onto her back such that I had to slide my hand from behind her, over her hips and down her stomach to her thick pubic curls.

I allowed my hand to linger there, enjoying the feel of her crisp curls between my fingers, finding those few, extra long hairs just above the start of her cleft. I indulged in one of my pleasures of entwining the curls in my fingers before gradually drawing the hairs up until she has to lift her hips from the bed to avoid the pulling becoming too sore. Slowly I release the hairs and she relaxes onto the bed.

My hand now slides between her thighs, gently prising open the wet cleft protecting her already erect clitoris. I tease her clit with my finger before sliding my hand further down to penetrate her waiting vagina with not one but two fingers to their full length. Now she begins to moan and writhe with every flick of my fingers in her.

Prolonging her sensations I withdraw my fingers to stroke her now swollen labia and the sensitive area between her open vagina so help me todd izle and her anus. Again I thrust a finger in — meeting no resistance. Her anus is open waiting for me to penetrate.

By now she wants more. I slid from the side of the bed to my knees, drawing her with me by her hips. I can now place my head easily between her wide-parted thighs. She waits — poised for me to lightly brush my lips over her vaginal lips before flicking my tongue upwards over the underside of her uncovered, erect clit. She lifts her hips up, thrusting her wet pussy to my mouth. I lick harder before drawing her clit between my lips to gently nibble on it. Her quiet sighs of pleasure become louder, turning into moans and groans.

By now her love juices cover my mouth, moistening my chin.

I raise my head to look up her naked body — her pyjama trousers have long since slid off her legs. Her thick bush is before my eyes as I look over her stomach to see her kneading both her breasts with her hands, her nipples fully erect and hard, the size of small thimbles. Her head is slowly sokağın çocukları izle moving from side to side, her mouth partially open and her skin glowing from pleasure.

I reach over her to the bedside cabinet to get her Rabbit vibrator.

“No – I don’t know if I can take any more.” Are the first words she moans since we started.

“We’ll see.” I reply, as I slow slide the phallic shaped centre of the double-eared toy into her well-lubricated pussy. One set of ears fits perfectly onto her clitoris — the other set nuzzle at her anus.

I slide the battery control on for the gyrating cock in her vagina and increase the tempo — she begins to writhe. I then slide on the control for the ears, their vibrations must send waves of pleasure through her as she writhes even more — raising herself upwards onto to the Rabbit which penetrates her deeper. I move it forwards and backwards — side to side, she is now almost screaming with ecstasy.

I slowly withdraw the vibrator and mount her sliding my erect penis into her hot gaping pussy — but not for long — she needs to be taken further with the Rabbit.

I resume my cunnilingus of her love nest before re-inserting the Rabbit continuing to thrust it in her until she cannot take any more. Then I mount her again for my own satisfaction.

In some ways this is an anticlimax to the sight of the Rabbit in her and the taste of her love juices in my mouth and the sounds of her coming to orgasm.

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Lonely in the empty house, she aimlessly wanders through the rooms looking for inspiration for something to do. Humming along with the radio, she begins to sing as she realizes that she is totally alone. Who is there to hear her? She sings and begins to dance to the popular song. Closing her eyes and losing herself in the music, she is unaware of the time passing. She realizes how long she has been putting on an impromptu concert for the dog. Laughing to herself at her silliness, she goes to get a soda out of the refrigerator.

As she walks toward the kitchen, she stops to dim the lights in the living room. Returning with her cold can, she intends to proceed to the back bedroom to find something to read. Instead, she hears the opening bars of a slow romantic song. Stopping to listen for just a second, she sits down as she loses herself in the haunting melody. Sipping her soda and lighting a cigarette, she turns off the radio and turns on the television to the music station that plays the melancholy music. As one tune turns into another and she is letting her mind drift, He grabs up center stage in her mind. Imagining him, she lets her mind drift. Replaying conversations, comments, stories, she feels her mind emptying and the stress of the day falling away. After she has run through every conversation she can easily recall, her mind picks up the slack and starts inventing it’s own scenes. Smiling at the sudden eroticism of her musings, she puts her feet up on the couch and leans back to continue her daydreaming.

She stubs out her cigarette and swings her legs back to the floor and goes toward the bedroom to change into her pajamas. After the soft glow of the single lamp in the living room she does not turn on the harsh overhead light. Instead, she reaches into her pocket and gets her lighter to light a few of the several candles strewn about the bedroom. As emily in paris izle the shadows and slight illumination mingle about the walls and ceiling, she begins to undo the buttons on her shirt. As she does, her mind betrays her yet again and he is suddenly in her mind. She imagines that he is there; with her at that moment.

Her movements slow and become seductive as she begins a slow strip tease for him whom she can just barely see, in the corner, hidden in the shadows. She tilts teasingly away from that direction as she slowly peels off the white blouse. Closing her eyes, losing herself in her fantasy, she reaches behind her to unfasten her bra. Slowly turning toward him as she lowers first one strap then the other. Oh so slowly displaying her breasts to him. Running one hand across her neck, reaching up to unfasten her bun and shake down her hair. Totally aware of the presence she feels, she turns away from him in time to the slow languid music. She undoes her jeans with her back to him as she wiggles out of them. Slowly turning around to display her self to him. She waits for his approval; but still the endless silence. She feels his eyes on her. Devouring her. She moves toward the bed and crawls across it. Lying across the head of the bed, propped up on the pillows, she feels her heart beating faster, the excitement gripping her stomach. Running her hands through her hair, she thinks about when….when will he show himself to her?

As though he read her thoughts, he steps out of the shadows. Wordlessly, he reaches the bed and reaches out a hand to stroke the long hair cascading over the pillow. Sighing, her breath catches as he leans over and places a kiss on her neck. She feels him licking and nibbling his way up her neck. She almost cries with pleasure as his lips lightly touch hers for the first time. erşan kuneri izle Kissing him back as deeply as his, she opens her mouth to feel him slip inside. Her hands reach up to his shoulders, meeting at the back of his neck. She raises her shoulders to press against him. As her body is rising, he strokes her hair, suddenly grabbing it as lifts off the pillow. Her stomach clenches as she feels the pressure in her scalp radiating through her entire body.

He slowly lets go of her hair and gently takes hold of her wrists. Pulling his head out from under her clasped wrists, he kisses and sucks at her wrists as he lowers them back onto the pillow above her head. Mysteriously, he produces a pair of handcuffs that he wraps around one of the posts of the bed. Snapping each cuff around her wrists, he leans down and whispers to her to lie still. She calms down and lies there feeling each sensation as she becomes aware that her stomach and chest is being stroked. Quickly purring with pleasure, he caresses her neck, her shoulders, her upper arms. She feels her skin has become a magnet for sensation. Every cell in her body is alive feeling overloaded. When she finally feels his lips close around a nipple she feels herself go wet.

Each nipple is sucked and chewed on until they are hard as a rock. After a while, he has one nipple in his mouth, teasing it gently and one hand is gently caressing the other. Soon she becomes aware of a new sensation, his other hand is stroking down her stomach lower and lower. Then she becomes aware of a single finger stroking her labia. As she becomes more excited, she slowly parts her thighs as her pussy opens to him.

She feels his other hand making its way down her body. As one hand is exploring her pussy, the other hand is caressing her thighs, her hips, and her stomach. She feels his everyone else burns izle lips following the path that his hand had taken. Trailing kisses and licking his way down her body, she tenses as she feels his lips kissing along her pubic bone. Begging him to continue licking her and to make her cum, she is shocked at first when she hears him whispering for her to be silent. She complies smilingly until she feels the first warm breath teasing at her inner lips. By biting down on her lower lip she is able to just squirm a bit and lose herself in feeling his tongue and lips exploring her pussy.

Once he touches her clit for the first time, she is not able to be silent. Almost crying at the jolts running through her body, she cums almost from the moment he touches it. Never stopping he continues to suck her into madness. Finally allowing her a moment to rest. She comes back to earth as she feels him next to her on the bed. Feeling his bare skin next to her on the bed, she is surprised and shocked at the wave of lust that streaks though her. Sure that she could not have stood any more orgasms, she is shocked at how quickly she was up and raring to go. At the first brush of his cock against her pussy, she is sent over the edge yet again, as she is still throbbing through that orgasm, he rams into her. Cutting off her scream with a his mouth , his tongue ravishes her mouth as he fucks her roughly. As he is taking her, she wraps her legs around his waist. As she raises her arms a bit for more leverage above her head her shoulders raise up off the pillows.

Glancing up, he roughly grabs her hair and pulls her head back, exposing her neck as he is sucking and biting it. As she feels the familiar last tightening in her stomach she feels him fucking her harder and more urgently. As she sails over the edge, moaning his name, she feels him shudder and cum with a moan. As he collapses on top of her, she smiles as she drifts off to sleep.

Several hours later she awakens to the sun shining into her eyes from the window across the room. She hears the familiar morning sounds, yet a slight buzzing noise attracts her attention. Laughingly she realizes she fell asleep without turning off the vibrator again.

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This is a sequel to “Emily: Seduced on the Foredeck”, and “Emily: Fingered on the Beach (in that order)

But you don’t need to have read those to (I hope) enjoy this story.

*****

We swam out and climbed back aboard the yacht; drying ourselves while standing in the cockpit.

After helping Adam set out the sun awning that spans between the spray dodger and the bimini, I left him sitting on his towel, letting the warm air complete the drying process, while I ducked down to set out the lunch.

It was nothing elaborate. Just the anti-pasta that dad tends to use as his default boat lunch; which in this case consisted of supermarket packets of processed meats, cheeses and sun dried stuff that dad had given me in a bag before we left.

Momentarily alone with my thoughts, I had to wonder at the orgasmic display that I just put on at the beach. I’m not that hard to get to cum and yes, I can be known to lift my hips as I actually cum. But I don’t usually squirm about before then and scream and have the orgasm go on for over a minute like Adam had just caused me to. Indeed, until that moment, I’d always thought erotic writing stuff about women bucking about was nonsense.

I wasn’t complaining. It, and the one he’d given me on the foredeck at sea earlier, were probably two of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. The foredeck one I’d explained to myself – and to Adam – as a sort of release of the built up misery from my breakup with Luke.

But Luke hadn’t entered my head since Adam had talked about a relationship. I know I’d been emotional for the last week, but something else was at work; something special about Adam. Whether that meant we were somehow meant for each other or he was just a better lover I didn’t know. Or maybe I was just being a silly girl and it would all turn to ordinary the next time.

After connecting my MP3 player to the Yacht’s sound system and playing it through to the cockpit speakers, I carried and up passed the food and some utensils, where we set it all out on the cockpit table. Then I sat down next to Adam; putting a hand high enough on his thigh to be in intimate contact and leaving me one to eat the finger food with, something he reciprocated.

Adam was still only dressed in Dad’s speedo style swimwear. I’ve always wondered why they were so unpopular with younger guys. Sure they look disgusting on some pot-bellied, wrinkly skinned, older guy, but on someone like Adam they look really hot. But there was one issue with them I could see guys might have. As the hand on his thigh brushed against his ball sack, he grew a half erection. It poked out diagonally, bisecting the angle between his stomach and his thighs, pushing into the material in a really obvious way that left nothing to the imagination.

After a few mouthfuls I stood up to reach across the table for the bottle of mineral water to pour us both a drink. Inevitably I needed to bring my butt across Adam’s face.

Suddenly Adam put and hand on both my hips, momentarily freezing me in place. Next thing I know he kissed me on both butt cheeks, pulled down the back of my bikini pants, kissed again the bare flesh and then took great care restoring my pants neatly in place.

“You have no idea how often I’ve wanted to do that when you were shaking your butt under my nose while you were grinding the winches.”

I twisted around to talk to him as he continued to hold my hips.

“I thought my sailing shorts were fairly daggy.”

“Your butt would look irresistible in anything; but you’re underestimating your shorts. Anyhow, you’ve forgotten the seasons you were wearing leggings.”

Ah yes; the leggings. Normally sailors wear shorts unless it’s really cold. But the Australian sun is unrelenting; unlike anything in the Northern hemisphere. Ideally you’d like to wear something to protect yourself. But it needs to be not too hot to wear, to dry quickly without chilling you in the process and offer some bruise protection. That’s an impossible list; miracle fabrics notwithstanding.

Dad’s nominated crew colours are white pants and a mid-blue crew shirt. In desperation I went looking for a pair of white leggings; something not that easy, if impossible, to find. Leggings, yoga pants, active wear pants, call them what you will. They vary in cut from those that are flat bottomed to those that mould to you and into all your crevasses like they were spray painted on. The ones I eventually found a couple of seasons back were way into the latter category. They also had a tendency to go somewhat transparent when wet.

I satisfied my own level of modesty by wearing a thong bikini bottom underneath them; anything more substantial being almost impossible given the cut of the leggings. But it probably did sometimes show more at the rear than people are used to seeing.

Anyway, after two years they got snagged and torn and I couldn’t find a replacement; so went back to shorts. I had to concede a point to Adam.

“Yea, the leggings might have been a bit showy; although holy family izle if I could replace them I still would. They were very comfortable.”

“A bit showy! I needed to go into therapy every time I got off the boat after working behind you while you were wearing them.”

“And what sort of therapy would that have been? Might it have involved your girlfriend at the time?”

Adam blushed; revealing I’d hit a bit too close to home in obliquely suggesting the best therapy was a good root with his girlfriend.

Recovering his composure, Adam finally replied.

“I refuse to incriminate myself. Anyway, it might have helped, but it wasn’t the same.”

That left open the question of – “The same as what?” I suspected what he really wanted to do went well beyond kissing my butt cheeks. It may well have been the case that this morning provided the therapy he’d been needing all along.

Finally picking up the bottle, I poured us both a glass and returned it to the other side of the table. As I went to sit back down, Adam used his hands to guide me onto his lap; something I’d been half inclined to do anyway.

Coming onto his lap in the v formed between his stomach and his half erection, the latter was pushed down by my crotch until it lay parallel with his thighs. It swelled and hardened, pushing up firmly into my front crease where the warmth of its blood flow transmitted itself to my own swollen bud.

There we sat; me passing Adam pickings from the table in accordance with his requests and occasionally turning around and putting them directly in his mouth. Lunch, leisurely and satisfying though it was, was interspersed with playful rocking to the music; even singing to it sometimes – Adam disclosing in the process a pretty good singing voice.

His hardness continually surged against my bud, pushing up anxiously as it fought to regain some verticality; more so as I moved on his lap when I danced on it, stretched to reach some food or twisted around to face him and talk. And let’s not kid ourselves that the dancing had only been about enjoying the music. I’d moved forward enough that the top of his erection was sitting against my clit. Captured by the folds of my front bottom, curving up into it, as I moved on his lap I could get it to stimulate my clit in a circular motion; controlling completely the speed and pressure, slipping back a bit to let the side of the bell play against it and then forward again to spear it with the tip, all as I kept to the beat.

If at first the pretence of non-sexual playfulness had been important, I had to drop it when he slipped out of place with a particularly vigorous dance move on his lap. Unable to reset it in any other way, I put my hand down between my legs and his, squeezed between my fingers the anxious, unyielding end of his manhood and manually moved it back where I wanted it. Once again I felt that my bikini bottoms had been reduced to a wetness which permeated the material; this time joined by the copious pre-cum seeping through Adam’s pants. Our swimwear was sliding against each other like skates on an ice rink. No wonder it felt so good.

I knew what all of this was doing to Adam. I felt how hard he was, I could sense how fast his heart was beating in his chest even as we talked, sang and played. But we were co-conspirators in this sexual game. The only real question was whether we finish it here or do it properly down below.

The answer came when I suddenly realised I was going to climax; aware I’d gone past the point where I could stop it. It was going to be quick; I could feel my abdomen tightening in anticipation of what was to follow.

In a hopeless attempt to hide it from Adam, I suppressed the noise I made down to a sort of grunt, closed my eyes, squeezed my legs tightly together and pushed down into his lap as I squirmed about; desperately, somehow trying to time it to the music. Oh, god! The very time I’m wanting it to end before Adam twigs to me, it just seems to go on and on, like time was standing still.

And then, just when I think it’s over, the squirming on his lap with his cock pressed hard into my bud triggers a second; an explosion of pleasure I can’t contain. The grunt becomes a slow mournful sign and I bend over, head nearly on the table; contraction after pleasurable contraction washing through me.

With his arms around my waist, Adam waited until I raised my head, and with a deliberate sense of understatement asked –

“Did you just go off?”

It was a question that didn’t need an answer. I stood up, turned to face him, pulled him to his feet by his hand and led him down to the front cabin. When we got there I turned around to face him. There’d been enough hurried sex with half our clothes still on today. This time I wanted to make sure he was naked.

I knelt down, undid the drawstring on his swimmers, peeled them off over the erection that pushed up over the waistband and was now glued to the material by his own pre-cum and hotel portofino izle dropped the swimmers to his feet. With his hardened manhood, thick and long, right at my face I felt compelled to hold it, turn my face sideways and sloppily kiss along its length, taking half its circumference into my mouth with each kiss. I wasn’t sure whether he might have liked more. I’m not a great one for giving head. But I’d been teasing it for nearly an hour over lunch; I didn’t want to risk it going off early. I had other plans for it.

Adam pulled me to my feet, put his arms around me and kissed me as I felt him fumbling for the tie strings of my bikini top behind my back. The top came loose and he pulled it off me, bending down to suck each nipple as he pulled my pants down over my thighs as far as his arms would stretch while holding a nipple firmly in his mouth.

With his face still firmly attached to my breast, he pushed me the step backwards that brought me to the edge of the bunk, then lowered my back onto the cushion. His tongue never for a moment stopped flicking against my nipple with his face vacuum sealed to my breast, as he knelt over me, lifted my back and slid me fully onto the bunk.

Only then did he release my nipple to move back down my body, straddling my feet as he pulled my pants off me before grabbing two pillows from the side of the bunk and stacking them under my hips, leaving me arched over them.

In an instant his face was planted between my legs. I gasped as I first felt his tongue probe up between my lips, first teasing against my already hardened bud, now flicking against it; leaving me squirming under him.

He broke the contact, kissed the turn of my mons and then up my stomach; lingering over my navel as he plunged his tongue into its depth. Then further up, kissing each nipple, circling its hardness with his tongue, kissing around the flesh of each orb. Finally he started biting my neck; gently nuzzling and sucking the flesh.

He was driving me crazy. The only part of him in contact with me was his mouth and the hands that held my own arms above my head. Somewhere over me, my view of it blocked by his head, arched his body. Suspended between our bodies, defying gravity as it lay horizontal in its enthusiasm from its base in his groin, was his cock; impossibly hard and already primed for me, dripping pre-cum down onto my stomach.

I yearned to be filled by it. The earlier orgasms, fingered on the beach and dancing on his lap in the cockpit, had done nothing towards satisfying me. The whole of the day up to now, the way we’d talked and laughed, played and pashed, and even those orgasms, had left me aroused, sexualised and wanting. It wasn’t orgasms I needed, it was him. The whole of him, his tower of manhood reaching deeply into my body, joining us as one; touching spaces inside me that I wanted only him to touch.

In desperation I arched higher, looking to bring that manhood between my legs. As I felt its tip touch my lower stomach, I squirmed to bring it lower where I could thrust myself down onto it.

Adam lifted it away from me, teasing me as he playfully whispered into my ear.

“You little minx. Don’t worry, your pounding is coming.”

And then playing on his use of the word coming, adding –

“And so will you be, over and over if I get my way.”

Finally he eased himself back down, our bodies in contact for their full length, the hard juts of my nipples pushing into his chest. The tip of his cock touched first on my swollen bud, causing my heart to leap as I gasped in pleasure, then as his cock pulsed in excitement, it slipped along the open flower of my womanhood until it found the warm, wet void it sought.

In a single slow thrust he entered me, its path finding no resistance; a void open and waiting for him and flowing with the honey of my body.

For a delicious moment he just lay on me, our tongues playing as we kissed.

And then a thrust; a slow single thrust that pushed deeply into me.

He stopped, kissed me again as he slightly repositioned himself.

Another thrust, as deep as the first. This time, something down there brushed deliciously against my swollen bud causing me to moan in pleasure. Immediately Adam responded by moving his hips in a small circle, exquisitely grinding whatever it was against my clit, bring from me a rising chorus of moans as I squirmed against him.

Satisfied he’d found what he was looking for, Adam rose on his arms over me. Slowly at first, thrust followed relentless thrust, each finished with that little grind that left me bucking under him, moaning and squirming in response to a pleasure that was almost too much to bear.

Way too soon I felt an orgasm wound tightly inside me, ready to spring. This isn’t how sex worked; it was meant to take way longer than this. Almost embarrassed at the ease with which Adam had me responding to his every touch, I tried to hold it back. But it was impossible. Moans turned to house of hammer izle “Ahh’s” as my ability to control either my body or the sounds that escaped me evaporated. I was going to come, I was so close. With a final yelped prolonged “Ahhhhhh!” that gave lie to my statement to Adam that I wasn’t a screamer I lifted my hips and pushed them hard against him, squirming and groaning under the effect of an orgasm that just didn’t seem to stop.

Adam showed me no mercy. Increasing his tempo, he simply increased the semi-agony of the unbearable pleasure, prolonging it. A minute? Two minutes? Time lost any meaning. My body shook under him like some demented being with a finger in an electric light socket; my womanhood contracting continuously against the cock that filled it. But still he thrust and circled.

With a final cry I collapsed, limp and spent under him, a petite mort overtaking me as the final shudders of the climax still wracked my body.

I looked up to see him grinning back at me, his eyes constantly glancing down at my wobbling breasts as I rag dolled under him. His tempo slowed a little, his thrusting was shallower; no longer coming against my momentarily impossibly sensitive bud.

He bent down and sucked my nipples, licking each one. Looking over his head, I could see his cute butt rise and fall with each thrust. He brought his face to my cheek and kissed it before whispering in my ear –

“That was one. I hope you can count to twenty.”

Twenty? I think I’ll die a glorious death long before then if the rest were like the last one.

With exquisite timing, seemingly knowing the very moment it could take more, Adam started again the thrust and circle approach which was driving me crazy with his stimulation of my clit. This was way beyond any sexual experience I’d had before. It must have been no more than two minutes later that I again cried out and threw my hips up at him with the second.

More nipple sucking, then a renewed cycle of thrust and circle.

A third.

Suck, thrust & circle, thrust & circle…

A fourth.

And so he continued…

A fifth.

A sixth.

I was well on my way to the seventh when Adam groaned a little. It was different from the gentle grunting that had been accompanying his strenuous efforts. I looked up to see the most beautiful O face form on his previously grinning countenance.

For a moment he was still. Then he thrust hard into me, holding it there as his manhood pulsed and pumped out its load, accompanied by a long baritone moan.

Desperate now to complete my own orgasm, I threw my hips up at him, circling against him even as he withdrew slightly to thrust back hard as if there was more of his seed to be delivered. We crashed our groins together. Finding the release I was looking for, for a moment the moans and groans of our overlapping orgasms formed into a chaotic choir, our groins thrusting and circling untidily as we each sought the ultimate position for our satisfaction.

Mine was a quick one. Adam’s it seemed had many layers to it. A third thrust followed his second. He collapsed down to lay along the length of my body. There he shuddered, expelling a prolonged “oohhhh” of pleasure, as if his body was trying to wring out the final vestiges of ecstasy along with the last drops of his seed. He paused silently on top of me and then again he did it; this time jiggling a bit, making little mini thrusts with his still firm manhood. After a final third shuddering he lay quiet and still upon me, his panting steaming up my ear.

Lying deep inside my torso I could still feel his manhood. Maybe it had softened a little; I couldn’t tell. But it was still long and thick and in no hurry to escape the clutches of my welcoming body.

Adam lifted his face over mine. For a moment we stared into each other’s eyes, pecking at each other’s lips before we fell into a major pash, my tongue exploring the back of his throat as a hormonal surge of love and affection flooded my body.

Time stood still. It was a post coitus embrace unlike anything I’d known before. Tender kisses, followed by moments of unrestrained, face swallowing, passionate pashing that took me back to my first giggling physical interactions with boys on Bondi Beach. Adam’s attention moved from my lips, to nuzzling my cheeks to kissing across my breasts to back again. Still his manhood filled me as I revelled in his embrace.

I didn’t want it to end. But we had to catch a bus back to the city from the club after we’d docked there. It was a long bus trip and the last one left early. Eventually time overtook us. Adam rolled us both onto our side and withdrew, the impressive residue of his erection flopping audibly against his stomach as it was released from my body.

Reluctantly we got up and dressed and hoisted the anchor for the short motor to the club where I reversed the yacht into its allotted dock.

Mind you, sitting next to and talking to Adam on the trip home made the time fly. I was sorry when it was over.

The strangest thing was when I got home and dad asked the daughter who’d left home in a completely miserable state that morning whether she’d had a nice day with Adam. Not whether we’d had a good trip note, but whether it was a nice day with Adam. When I replied yes, he simply added –

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Dyana remained totally pissed off with her soon-to-be-ex husband. Not that she didn’t have a million or so previous reasons to be pissed off at him, but this was the latest in the series.

She fumed, ranted and raved to any of her friends who would listen to her. Dyana hadn’t asked for alimony, all she had wanted was for him to take care of the credit card debts. He hadn’t even done that. In fact, after the split, he and his pretty girlfriend / teenybopper / slut had gone on a vacation to Aruba and run up an even larger debt. Hell, Dyana couldn’t even afford a trip to Buffalo.

Dyana got dressed in her favorite pink & tight short skirt and brushed her ash-blonde hair till it sparkled. She did her makeup carefully, not overdoing it, but taking the time to look a little “vampy”. She accentuated her green eyes and looked in the mirror, pleased with the results. As she was a tall girl, she pondered “heels or no heels’, but as most men seemed to like her long legs, she went with heels.

It was hard for her to consider that Stephen, the dickweed, had left her in this mess. He hadn’t always been a total fuckwad, she fumed. Dyana had married him right out of High School, head over heels in love and blinded with lust. She’d ignored her family’s warnings, the warnings of her best friend Kim who had told her “A good fuck does not necessarily make for a good husband” and even her own common sense. The first time Stephen had fucked her near-virginal pussy (only one horrible experience before him) she’d come like her girlfriends and Kim had told her she would. Quite a few of them [ she wasn’t sure about Kim though, she giggled ] had sampled the star quarterback’s massive tool.

Upon reflection, should have been her Dyana’s first clue. Stephen’s best talent was fucking. He didn’t have many others.

Stephen’s football career was behind him and he, like TV character Al Bundy, seemed to fail in his attempts to succeed. He ended up working in a local garage, never rising much above second mechanic. He’d come gold lies videotape izle home late at night, beer breath strong and fall asleep after dinner. Her hot pussy was lucky if she got to feel his cock even twice a week. And his amazing sexual prowess had dwindled to “Wham Bam, it’s over Ma’am!” in less than 5 years.

Dyana wasn’t surprised when she found out Stephen was sleeping with Kelly, the barmaid at the local watering hole. Kelly was his boss’ niece, and kind of appealing, in a nymphet kind of fashion. Dyana was surprised when he ran off with her.

Shit, 5 years of her life, down the toilet. If Stephen had been smart, he would have stuck around. Her job as Store Manager of the local Dollar Store had promoted her 3 times, and she was quite willing to try new things. She would have shared him with Kelly, had he the brains to ask. Dyana wasn’t adverse to fucking with women, Kim had suggested it a few times, made a few none-too-subtle passes, and Dyana was intrigued by the idea. Fuckwad, she thought inward. His loss.

As Dyana pulled into the office of the Credit Card company, eager to re-negotiate her credit payments, she wasn’t in the best of moods. Adding to the fact that she hadn’t been fucked in over 5 weeks, she was also horny.

Unbeknownst to Dyana, her horniness was about to change.

Dyana sat in the lobby, told by the receptionist that Tracey would see her shortly. “Oh great, bet she’ll be a pain to deal with, the way my world is going!”, Dyana mused. She could not have been more wrong.

She was escorted into the Credit Agent’s office, where Dyana got a very pleasant surprise.

“Tracey” was a man – “Tracy” – a very cute, hot and fuckable man. He extended his hand and Dyana felt instant heat.

Tracy was that cute, college-student looking guy, the kind she’d never dated but been curious about. Cute, freckled face, nice build, strawberry blonde hair with a warm, inviting smile. Dyana was going to grind izle flirt outrageously with this man. He was likely a few years her junior, but she figured that was to her advantage, it’d give her the upper hand.

The two of them talked about her Credit Card debt, Dyana showed him proof that her husband had bought much of this after their legal separation. Tracy nodded and listened sympathetically. She showed him the legal papers that proved he’d been willing to accept the debts. He smiled at Dyana, clicked a few buttons and it was all over. Dyana wished she could see Stephen’s idiot face when he was served with the papers from the Collection Agency.

Tracy invited her to lunch and Dyana accepted. She put a little extra bounce in her walk as they walked to the nearby diner. Dyana barely remembered what she ate, she was so into this younger stud. She giggled, she flirted, she leaned in close so he could get a good look at her ample cleavage. This man, she decided, was going to be her first post-separation fuck. And her second. And, if he was good enough, probably her third, she giggled.

Instead of the gentile Dyana, this one just leaned over and said, quietly “Can you get the rest of the day off so we can go somewhere and fuck?”

Tracy nearly choked on his coffee, but regained his composure long enough to dial his Cell and call the office, telling them he was feeling ill and wouldn’t be back. “I have fuck fever!”, he said, taking Dyana’s hand. She laughed at his easy sense of humor.

There was a nice hotel nearby and they checked in, even splurging on a little champagne. After all, Tracy had just saved her thousands of dollars, why the heck not? It was nice and quenched her thirst, but her thirst for hard cock remained unsatiated.

She started removing her outfit, pleased with the obvious lust in Tracy’s eyes. She pirouetted around in front of him, glad she’d worn the heels. He didn’t seem to be intimidated by her at all, his eyes followed her every gunthers millions izle move. As Tracy removed his own clothes, Dyana took in his own chiseled body and liked what she saw.

After a few drinks, Tracy poured the champagne over Dyana’s now-naked body and licked it off. The foreplay was brief, neither of them wanted to make love – they were here to fuck and they both knew it! She took his hard cock and wrapped her slim fist around it, guiding it deep into her pussy.

Dyana matched his hard pounding, arching her pussy up to meet his massive, veiny tool. It throbbed inside her, her juices making it glide in and out of her cunt with ease. She gripped it with her well-educated pussy muscles and he grunted in approval, fucking harder. Dyana had no idea fucking could be this good, Tracy’s cock was taking her places she’d never been before. His cock was wonderful, filling her and rubbing the walls of her pussy and stimulating her and thrilling her like never before.

This was the kind of wild, savage, uninhibited fuck Dyana had never had with her husband. He ravaged her body, she fucked him back with intensity. The heat of his hard cock inside her dripping cunt was wonderful, lovemaking was great, but Dyana had needed a good, hot fucking and this is what Tracy was giving her. His eyes were nearly shut, intent on fucking her, throwing himself hard into the chore of making this beautiful woman cum and cum hard!

Tracy’s cock pounded and jabbed inside her heated pussy, gliding in and out, her wetness lubricating it and making it easy to work its magic. Harder and harder, faster and faster, the younger man fucked his new lover, harder and harder, Dyana fucked him back.

The climax, when it came, was better than anything she’d had in years. For a brief second, she literally saw colors she’d never seen before, her mind wandered into new arenas. She snuggled into him after his cum followed her own, just lazing in the moment.

Dyana smiled at Tracy. “Seconds?” she asked. He nodded.

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This had been a great day, Dyana thought, as she left the hotel. She and Tracy were going to see each other again. Her credit problems were over. She felt happy and well fucked. What could make it better?

Dyana got into her car and headed to Dairy Queen. A Hot Fudge Sundae was waiting for her!

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I have always loved animals so when Janice, a long time friend of mine, mentioned this farm called “Shady Acres” that was just outside of town would give riding lessons to anyone interested in it for a small fee. I didn’t hesitate to jump on the idea of it. I already knew how to ride, thanks to the farm next door to my parents and I had always loved spending time with them.

I often begged my parents to get me a horse, more so once the neighbors decided they no longer were able to handle the responsibilities of horses due to their ages. It hadn’t yet happened that I got the horse of my dreams though and with me living in a small apartment in the city, I didn’t think I would get my wish any time soon.

I decided that the farm would be the perfect way for me to get closer to the animals I love and that I would ride out there the next day and see if what my friend had mentioned was legitimate. If nothing else, maybe I could go out there on the weekends to help others learn to love the horses as much as I do by teaching kids to ride.

The next morning I put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, quickly ran a brush through my hair shoulder length blond hair and just enough make-up to make me feel human and went to the car heading for Shady Acres. I felt like a little girl again, racing to the neighbor’s house in the hopes that they would tell me that today I could ride one of their horses.

As I headed out of town I was beginning to think Janice had given me the wrong directions. I was three miles out of town and beyond all the farms and still had seen no mention of a horse farm that offered riding lessons. I went another two miles and had just about decided that I would have to give up the idea until I got better directions when I saw a very tiny sign almost hidden by some brush that read, “Shady Acres”.

My relief was immense because I had found it, but I wasn’t sure that they offered the riding lessons since there was no mention of it. “Why would they be willing to give riding lessons and yet not advertise it or even clear out around the sign so people could easily find it?” I questioned myself.

I turned into the driveway beginning to wonder if I really should. “Maybe Janice had the name wrong?” I thought. It was then that I saw the most amazing horse that I had ever laid eyes on. She was jet black with white socks and a white blaze down her nose. Her big brown eyes seemed to hold the mystery of the universe inside them. All hesitation at continuing up the drive left at that moment. If I succeeded at nothing else, I wanted to ride on her. I just had to hope that whoever owned the farm would understand my need to be close to horses in general and her in particular, that they would be willing to let me ride her.

I pulled into a clearing and was in awe over all that I saw there. First thing that I noticed was the house, an amazing two story log cabin type house. There was a porch that went all across the front and as near as I could tell down the sides with rocking chairs scattered randomly around and little wooden tables sitting around. Each up stairs room looked to have its own set of glass doors and a balcony. I wanted so badly to see inside of the house.

Next thing I saw was the stables. They looked just as glamorous as the house, done also like a log cabin would be. It had a large barn door that opened into a central walkway. There was hay scattered over the floor between the stalls. What I could see of it was all “clean” hay and I was surprised at how well taken care of the horses much be here.

The last thing I saw was a man step out of one of the stalls and come toward the open barn door. He looked at me in confusion, probably because I was still in my car just looking around. I turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car.

I could see his questioning look the closer I got to him and I could also see how handsome he was. His blond hair was slightly darker than mine, or maybe it was the shadow of his Stetson hat that made it appear so. He wore dark blue jeans and a button up western style shirt. His eyes were a soft brown color that I felt sure would change with his moods.

“Sorry to bother you.” I said when I had gotten close enough to not need to yell at him. “I heard that you gave riding lessons here?”

“Hi there. Yes, I give riding lessons to some of the kids in town. Do you have a child you would like for me to teach?”

Blushing slightly I said, “No Sir. Honestly, I was hoping you would let me ride?”

He smiled and the little lines on each side of his eyes crinkled up, giving his face a sexy masculine appeal that I have never seen before. “You want to learn how to ride?” he asked with what I am sure was quite jokingly.

“Uh, no, actually, I already know how to ride. I just had hoped that you would be willing to let me ride since you give lessons and all that. I was raised around horses and miss spending time with them. I live in the city now and there isn’t much opportunity. duran izle If it means I’ll be able to spend time with horses, I would also be willing to give you a hand teaching the kids. Uh, that is if you want me to.” I finally finished my explanation, blushing more since to myself I sounded like a mumbling idiot.

Laughing he said, “As you can tell, I don’t have a load of kids here to teach. Today it’s just me. No kids are coming, and I wasn’t expecting company. Not sure I need the help right now, but, if you want to ride I’ll be more than happy to let you. All the horses are turned out, so we will have to get one up here to saddle. By the way, I’m Trevor.”

“I’m Kate. I hope it isn’t an inconvenience that I came since you weren’t expecting anyone. I can come back another day if you want.”

“No you’re fine. You’re just an unexpected pleasure.” He said with a small wink and I wondered if he was only teasing me.

“I uh, I know that I’ve already asked enough of you, but I was wondering if I could ask of you one more thing. You see, I saw a horse when I came up the drive. She was black with white socks and the white on her nose. Do you think I could ride her?”

“Of course you can. Her name is Raven. She is one of my best. Raven is very calm and doesn’t get spooked by anything. She will give you a perfect ride. She is a big horse though. If you haven’t ridden in a while she will make you sore. Her back is a lot wider than most.”

“Well it’s been several years since I’ve ridden anything. But I think the pleasure of riding again will be worth a little pain.” I stated.

“Well good. I will go and get her. Feel free to look around and make yourself comfortable in the barn and get ready for one of the best rides of your life.”

I did as suggested, and went into the barn while he went to get Raven. I couldn’t believe how neat the inside of the stables were. The one where he kept the saddles and stuff had some hay scattered around, but nothing compared to what most stables have inside them. The stalls where the horses stay had fresh hay. There wasn’t the normal smell of a horse barn, instead it smelled clean. Even pictures on the wall were straight and not overly dusty. The more I looked the more I saw how much he must love his horses to take care of them so well.

I even found a bathroom off the tack room and I went inside it to answer natures call before getting on a horse. I didn’t want to have to stop riding later just to answer that need. Even the bathroom was pretty near spotless. I figured he must have a wife or something that came down to the stables to help him keep it all clean.

I was just finishing up and coming out of the bathroom when I heard Trevor entering the barn. His boots making a soft sound on the hay in the main passageway. “You ready for her?” he asked.

“Absolutely.” I said again feeling like a child excited by some grand adventure.

“Would you mind if I tagged along? I was just finishing up in here when you pulled in and haven’t yet had my ride of the day. I could show you around a bit if you want.”

“That would be great. I wouldn’t mind the company at all.”

“Good. Do you know how to saddle her up or want me to do it?”

“Uh, its been a while but I think I can manage.”

“Great. Here’s her saddle and stuff. I’ll get my horse ready and then we will go.”

Trevor checked to make sure I had saddled her right and I liked his concern even though I knew it came from him teaching kids to ride. Of course he would want it to be safe for them. Any mistakes could be horrible. I watched while he checked to make sure all was well and my eyes were drawn to the way his shirt stretched tight over the muscles in his back.

Raven was a much bigger horse than I had expected her to be, and I even needed help getting up on her back when he was finished. It wasn’t that she was overly tall, but I had forgotten how difficult it was to lift yourself up like that with one foot in the stirrup. Trevor had laughed at me when I asked for assistance, the old foot in the hands routine, and I laughed along with him.

The horse he had chosen to ride was almost as breath taking as Raven. We walked the horses for a while with Trevor explaining that with Raven pretty much all you needed to do to guide her is barely let the reins lay to one side or the other. To speed her up tighten my legs slightly and she will take the hint. Tug on the reins a little to slow her down.

With all the explanations done, I let Trevor take the lead as he picked up the pace a little. I stayed reasonably close behind him, and must admit that I enjoyed the view. If he was good looking to stand and talk to then he was beautiful riding a horse. His body flowed with the horses movements in ways that I had could only dream of. Even when he looked back to make sure I was still with him and then picked up the pace to a run, his body still managed to move as one with the horse. I found it amazing eli roth presents my possessed pet izle that even with the increased speed his hat managed to stay on his head.

As we heading into the woods in the back of his house, he leaned down over the horse’s neck as if whispering in her ear, allowing his butt to come off the saddle slightly and my eyes were drawn to the tight denim there. I couldn’t help blushing at the course my thoughts had taken.

The run that we were now doing on horseback was already taking its toll on my body. The very supportive bra that I had worn for my somewhat small breasts still allowed them to bounce rather heavily and I made a mental note that if I were going to be coming here more often I definitely needed to get something that would hold me better. My legs were also feeling the strain of being spread so far apart while bouncing. Not to mention the “beating” my pussy was getting. My pants which had seemed comfortable before were pushing tight against my pussy. It pushed my pants against me harder, so that my jeans were constantly rubbing against me with every bounce of the horse.

We entered into a clearing and Trevor slowed his horse down to a walk again. He yelled back to me asking if I was still “hanging in there.” I said “yes.’ But couldn’t take my eyes off the view the clearing offered. There was a small steam which pooled into a small lake. With big oak trees that were scattered around the clearing as if placed around it by an artist to give the perfect effect.

Trevor walked his horse to the stream and then hopped off coming back to wait on me to do the same.

As I hopped down I felt the full impact of riding again and was thankful for the arm Trevor held out to me to steady myself with. “It’s more exhilarating and more painful than I remember it being.” I said blushing again trying to tug downward on my pants to relieve the pressure on my pussy without him noticing.

He laughed and said, “You’ll get use to it again. Don’t worry. I didn’t bring a blanket with me, but we can sit her until you are ready to go again.”

“Thanks.” I said as I began walking to a nearby tree to sit under in order to get out of the sun which even seemed more brilliant here in this clearing. “It’s beautiful here.”

“I’m glad you like it. It is one of my most favorite spots.” He said sitting down on the ground a few feet from me.

“I can certainly understand why. I didn’t tell you earlier but you have a very beautiful house and stables too. You and your family are very lucky to have this place. How long have you been here?”

“I’ve lived her most of my life. My parents bought it and built it the way they wanted it built. When I was grown and they were getting up there in age, they opted to move into town and I bought this place from them. One day when I get married and have a child, I’ll pass it on to them.”

“Oh. You’re not married?” I said a little too quickly for my own liking and embarrassed myself. “I um, I had figured you were married. It’s a big place for just one person.”

He laughed and said “yeah it is. But so far I haven’t found a woman who loves this place or me as much as they should to become a part of it.”

I could see the disappointment in his eyes and felt bad that we had broached what seemed like a bad topic of conversation. I said simply, “I know what you mean there. I’ve never married either.” Followed by, “Thank You for letting me ride Raven, though. Just in case I forget to tell you later. She is perfect.”, In an effort to get the conversation on a lighter topic.

“No thanks needed. She needs someone to ride her. Some one that enjoys her.”

After that I’m not sure how long Trevor and I sat there talking, but by the time we left the sun had reached its highest peak and was beginning to lower itself toward the western horizon and the more we talked and the more we laughed the more I found myself drawn to him. Yes he was handsome and charming and had the perfect body, but I was also drawn to him as a person, a good ole country boy.

Part of me felt that he was drawn to me as well. As the day wore on I noticed his eyes lingering longer on me. And when he went to check on the horses and came back, rather than sitting a few feet from me, he settled down right beside me. I tried to not think much of it, but I couldn’t help but notice and even kind of hope for more.

I assume it was about four o’clock when he asked if I was ready to go. I nodded “yes” and he stood up, put out his hand to give me a hand up. Standing wasn’t easy at first, my legs were stiff from the unusual activity of riding a horse. He grinned and said “Told you she would give you a good ride.” I blushed.

He helped me back up onto Raven and I almost groaned in pain. Then he got up on his horse, promising to take it easy on the way back for me. I mumbled thanks, still embarrassed that he would elite izle know my discomfort.

The ride back was very slow. He kept his horse at a slow walk allowing me to be comfortable. I made another mental note, this one to thank him one day for taking it easy on me.

We got back to the stables and this time he helped me down off Raven. I wasn’t sure if he had intended to or not but the way that he helped me down allowed my body to come against his fully, in a way that made it impossible to escape the heat or masculine smell of his body. With him standing in front of me and Raven behind me, I was unable to step back and Trevor seemed unwilling to step back himself.

My five foot three frame had me looking at the buttons on his shirt so I looked up to his face. He was smiling again and asked if I was okay to stand alone. I just nodded “yes” wishing in so many ways that he would kiss me.

I noticed that his brown eyes turned a warmer brown, even with the shadow of his Stetson shielding them, and I actually thought he was going to kiss me, and then he turned away and went about taking the saddle off his horse. I did the same with Raven, trying to get my head cleared of any erotic ideas that may have been brewing there.

When we finished getting the horses ready he turned them out. I was busy putting up all the things we had used for them and he came over to help. We occasionally brushed elbows and had to step around one another. I kept reminding myself that any erotic thoughts were mine alone and that it was best if we hurry up and finish so that I may head home.

Once finished, I said, “I guess I should head home. Thank you for the ride. It was great to be back on a horse.”

Trevor stepped near me, “No need for thanks. I enjoyed today as well and I hope you will return to ride again. Don’t forget to stretch tonight or your legs will really hurt tomorrow. A hot bath wouldn’t hurt either.”

“Thanks for the advice. I’ll be sure to do that.”

I turned to leave and he grabbed my arm. I looked at him questioningly and the heat I had seen in his eyes before came back to them now. I was still trying to come up with something to say to him to let him know I wouldn’t mind if he kissed me when he took matters into his own hands and pulled me toward him.

His mouth met mine in a soft caress quickly growing firmer and forcing my mouth to open to accept his tongue.

Trevor’s tongue plundered my mouth completely, leaving me breathless and trembling. Then he broke the kiss. It had begun and ended so abruptly that I wasn’t sure what he wanted from me. I could tell that he wasn’t sure if I wanted it or not and he wasn’t sure how I would respond if he just went for it.

Maybe it was the exhilaration of riding the horse or maybe it was the fact that my jeans had been rubbing my pussy with every movement of the horse, maybe it was just the man himself but I felt bold. I wanted him to continue kissing me like he had just done. I wanted him to put me down on the floor of his tack room and put his cock inside me.

In an effort to show him what I wanted, I leaned into him and kissed him. This time pushing my tongue into his mouth and discovering all the secrets within. His reaction was instant; he pulled me into his arms and held me so tightly that I marveled over his strength as well as my ability to still be able to breathe.

Even though he was taller than I am we seemed to fit perfectly and when I moved my body more firmly against his I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach and I sighed into his mouth.

I will never be sure how long our tongues battled back and forth, though in one way it seemed like entirely too long and in another it seemed like not enough. He was the one to once again break the kiss but this time rather than acting as though he wasn’t sure he only broke it long enough to pull my tee shirt over my head and to help me unbutton his own shirt.

He kissed me again, just as thoroughly as the time before with added bonus of my hands being able to explore his naked chest moments before he began to lower us both to the floor.

He asked if I wanted a blanket to lay on once he had me lowered and I shook my head “no”, not wanting anything to interrupt this moment. I sat up slightly to kiss him again, unable to get enough and felt his hands working the clasp on my bra.

Trevor urged me to lay further back and then slid my bra down my arms and tossed it over to the side. He then left off from kissing my mouth and kissed a trail across my cheek and down the side of my neck, biting lightly and then soothing with his tongue.

His lips trailed down further to my breasts and while he nipped and suckled on each nipple his hand was teasing and pinching the one his mouth couldn’t reach at the time. I was about ready to beg him to hurry when he began kissing a trail down my stomach and stole my breath away.

I felt his fingers on the snap of my jeans and felt the zipper lowering. He sat back onto his knees and I raised my hips when his hands began to tug on the waist band in an effort to help him. In one swift motion he pulled both my jeans my panties down to my knees. Then he worked more slowly pulling them the rest of the way off; kissing each inch of my legs as they were revealed to him. He stopped only long enough to pull my shoes off.

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INTRODUCTION

I met John on line a couple of weeks before this event. We exchanged erotic messages constantly, arousing each other and having fun. We had a bit of trouble staying in touch when he took a long weekend fishing trip to western North Carolina. Internet access was iffy. Talking about that led to a mention of his company’s private computer and local area network. That led to the idea to use that computer to seduce a woman in his office. We hatched a plot to have some fun. We agreed that I would write a sexy note to him, but instead of sending it to his Yahoo address, I would send it to his company’s office computer. It could not be retrieved remotely; someone had to read it in the office, on the LAN.

I wrote a lewd and provocative note, with emphasis on how much I loved the way he ate my cunt, and how much he seemed to enjoy doing it. I praised his technique and told him he was the best muff diver I had ever had. In my opening remarks I apologized for sending the note to his office (wink, wink), but told him Yahoo seemed to be having indigestion problems.

Early Monday morning John called his office and asked Terry to check his email. He told her to call him on his cell phone if there was anything important that couldn’t wait for him to return to the office the next day. Then he went back to his last day of fishing. The lure for Terry was now in the water.

John, a single man and an important one in this business, figured the worst that would happen if she read the email, or someone else did, was that his reputation as a sexy guy would sky rocket.

When John returned to the office he sent me a message to tell me that the effort had bourn fruit. He sent me a short note to confirm that, and said he would soon send a more detailed account of what happened afterwards. What follows are those two messages.

Susan,

Terry, the girl who opened your email, came into my office and told me she had read it. She apologized, saying she didn’t realize what it was until she was well into it. And then she could not stop. She smiled a little and announced a Chamber of Commerce after-hours get-together tonight, asked if I was going, and said she would like to go, too, if that was ok. I said fine, and she started to leave my office.

At the door, she stopped, turned, and said this was not really any of her business, but asked if I really enjoyed going down on a woman as much as it sounded. When I told her yes, I did, she said her husband wouldn’t do that for her and she hadn’t been eaten in nearly five years. She then left my office. I’ll see her at the Chamber happy-hour halo izle and see what happens.

I’ll keep you updated. Hope all is well with you. John

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Susan, I’m sorry I have taken so long to get the details to you, but this has been one of the busiest weeks I’ve had since I took this job.

Terry went with me to the Chamber event Tuesday evening. We had a couple of glasses of wine and then left the event for a real drink in the hotel bar. She seemed fairly loose and more comfortable than she normally is around me; I guess she is usually more guarded since she works for me. Anyway, after a bunch of small talk she brought up the subject of the emails and said you certainly seemed to appreciate my talents. I told her that you seem to enjoy our times together. She asked again if I really enjoyed eating pussy as much as it appeared, and I told her yes, I do. She said her husband refuses to do that for her, even though he expects blow jobs from her. I pointed out that he seems to be selfish and told her how much I enjoy making a woman cum with my tongue.

We danced around the subject for a while and I knew she wanted to say something but was afraid to, so I finally said that if she ever wanted to try my oral skills she should wear a skirt or dress without panties and have a seat on my desk in front of me. I didn’t give her a chance to respond; I just said that I needed to get home, told her I enjoyed our time together, and left.

Wednesday she came into my office mid-morning to bring me some reports. She wore a light, button-down-the-front, sleeveless dress. After she told me about the reports she turned and started to leave. She stopped at the door and asked me if I was serious about what I had said the night before. I said yes, and if she was interested to close and lock the door. She did. She stood there quietly as we looked into each other’s eyes.

I rolled my chair back and told her to come over to my desk, patting the top in front of me. She came over and stood in front of where I sat, her buttocks touching the front edge of my desk. I told her to have a seat on the desk and to lie back. Wordlessly, she shimmied up onto the edge of the desk and lowered herself back onto her elbows. She stared silently at me as I put my hands on her knees and ran them up over her thighs, pushing her dress up off her legs and onto her belly. As instructed, she was naked under the dress. Susan, Terry has a beautiful, well trimmed pussy. I began to salivate as I looked at it.

Terry continued to stare silently as I began to high rise invasion izle unbutton her dress. When I reached her waist she sighed and lay back flat on the desktop. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing as my fingers worked the decorative buttons loose. She sighed again, more deeply, and closed her eyes when I pulled the sides of her dress apart and exposed her whole body to my view. I could hear her breathing then, and could swear I smelled her arousal.

I stood between her splayed knees and drank in the beauty of this young woman spread before me. She wore a skimpy black bra which contrasted with the pale white of her skin. I unhooked the front clasp of her bra and let it fall aside, baring her breasts to me. She has lovely breasts, not large but firm, with small pointy nipples. When I took them in my hands she inhaled sharply and arched her back slightly, as though offering them to me. As I caressed them her nipples hardened and darkened. My cock did the same thing, tenting my pants. I continued to fondle her breasts for a few minutes, tweaking her nipples and pulling on them. Her eyes remained closed but her breathing and sighs signaled her growing arousal.

I then ran my hands down her body to her thighs, open in front of me. Susan, she has the second prettiest pussy I think I have seen — perfectly formed with nice full lips, just right for parting with my tongue and sucking into my mouth. So that is what I did.

I sat in my chair and pulled up close to her. She jumped a bit when my tongue touched her damp flesh. I ran my tongue up the valley between her lips to her clit, but eased up when I ran it back down and into her already wet vagina. I began to work her with my lips and tongue, with my mouth buried between her legs. I grasped the cheeks of her ass and pushed her thighs up and back. Her knees bent and splayed outward and her feet settled on the desk, presenting her whole sex to me. I continued to lick and suck at her lips and clit. I would guess it took her just two to three minutes to cum. She tasted delicious, and her orgasm intensified my own arousal. I was painfully hard, uncomfortably so in the cramped space of my pants.

I eased up with my tongue because I knew she would be very sensitive after her orgasm, but I still kept licking gently around her vaginal opening and sucking on her lips. All this time she was saying how good this felt and how she had forgotten how wonderful it was to have her clit licked.

It took a few minutes but I felt her clit swelling again, so I started using my fingers skymed izle on her labia and inside her vagina, right behind her clit. As she got closer to another orgasm I started playing with her tightly puckered anus, putting gentle pressure on it as if to penetrate her. She squirmed away at first but seemed to forget about it as she got closer to her climax. Just when she started to cum I slipped the finger into her anus and felt her contractions as she erupted.

When she recovered she said nothing had ever been in her ass before, but that it was the strongest orgasm she had ever had. I stood and started to unbuckle my pants but she stopped me. She said she had not fucked another man since she had gotten married and was not ready just yet.

She got off the desk, shucking her clothes as she turned me around. She then knelt in front of me as I leaned against the desk and gave me a great blow job. I stood there, almost fully dressed, surrounded by the formality of a business office, while this beautiful, naked woman knelt submissively before me, my cock buried in her mouth. The whole scene excited me immensely, and I was soon erupting with my own orgasm. She gently squeezed my balls as I ejaculated into her mouth. To my delight she swallowed all my cum, milking the last oozings from me and sucking gently to ensure she didn’t miss a drop, She kept me in her mouth until my cock wilted and then gently tucked it away for me. As I zipped up, she smiled up at me and licked her lips, smacking them unnecessarily but sexily.

She was in no hurry to dress. Instead she stood, sat back up on my desk naked, and we chatted. She talked to me a good bit about her sex life at home, or lack of it. Her husband is a selfish bastard who is (I think) just using her mouth and vagina to masturbate into, not taking time to please her. He wants his cock sucked but won’t return the favor. She is not ready to fuck around on him yet, but she is close. She told me she is an anal virgin but loved the feeling of my finger in her ass. She asked if there could be a repeat of what we had done, and I told her all she has to do is wear a dress/skirt and have a seat on my desk.

She came back for an encore Friday! All this fun thanks to her being nosy and reading your raunchy email. I really look forward to slipping my cock between the beautiful lips of her pussy, if this is not going to be like giving up her cherry again. Office sex can be fun but it can not get too emotional.

Susan, I have a hard-on from just thinking about this as I write it to you!! Thanks, girl.

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POST NOTE

Terry and John have continued their fun, and not just in his office. And the finger in her ass – and her response to it – was a foreshadowing of things to come. Or cum. More about that soon. And about the second woman to join the fun.

Susan James

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