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“This should be perfect for your needs, Mr. Parker. It’s exactly what you specified. Don’t you agree?”The realtor stands in the center of the main room of the empty apartment. The place is bright and airy with an eastern exposure. All the lights are on and none of the wide windows are covered. The sun shines into the space and only a few dust motes can be seen drifting in the scattered rays. Having so much sun and light is a selling point for Blaine Parker. The apartment is immaculate and standing ready to be occupied by a new owner.Blaine knows as soon as he looks out the windows that this is the place he needs. It’s only a studio apartment, that’s true. The main room serves as a bedroom and a living area with a kitchenette attached to one side. Of course, it has a large bathroom and plenty of storage space in the basement of the building. But he has also completed the other research he needs for his decision.He lives alone. He has done so all of his life, apart from a very happy childhood growing up on a farm in the prairie land of the Midwest. His parents loved him and it was an idyllic life in many ways. But as he grew up, he formulated in his mind the way he wanted to live and all of his efforts were pointed towards a special way of life from the time he left home to attend college. It was there he got the clearest inkling of what he wanted.He achieved enough success to try and have his dreams fulfilled. He completed his education and succeeded in finding a job that paid well. Quite well. He has no relationship entanglements, although he was never a complete loner. His social skills are fine. He just prefers to live the way he has been planning for several years. Now the dream is about to come true.”Yes, it’s fine, Mrs. Benson. Let’s sign the papers and the movers can get to work unloading their truck at the dock in back.”He walks to the kitchen counter as the realtor places the last document there for his final signature. He signs.”There, thanks so much. I’ll go downstairs with you and we can get it all moved in this afternoon.””Certainly, sir. It’s been a pleasure working with you. isvecbahis Terribly easy. I’m so glad you’re happy with the place we found.” She turns with him and they start to exit the apartment.”I’ll be honest, we were having a slight problem selling this place. Not a lot of people have wanted to live this close to the university. It can get a little loud on the campus at times with the freshman dorm across the street.” The front door closes.Blaine directs the placement of his furniture in his new studio apartment that is on a street that serves as a boundary for ‘town and gown’ in this city. Directly across from the freshman dormitory. The dorm is limited to girls in the freshman class. Only first year students and no outliers are allowed. That is, one has to be sixteen years old to be even considered for this housing with the majority in their eighteenth year of age. Very few frosh are much older than that. Along with his regular furnishings, he also has his art equipment, Blaine is an artist. As well as being a painter, he is also a professional photographer. There is plenty of room in the apartment for his canvases, spread around the living space, and the cameras that now dot the room on tables here and there.As the sun sets behind his building, he watches, carefully noting the lights as they come on in the residence hall. His view is from his sixth-floor picture window. The girls’ building stands eight stories high so he can see into the rooms directly across from his and the floors downward. And the powerful telescope he sets up in front of the wide picture window is helpful for closer looks at the occupants. He sees that not all leave their curtains or draperies open when their lights come on. A few close themselves off from the darkness descending upon the city. But many, if not most, don’t bother to close down for the night. And figures appear in the rooms, passing from here to there as they go about their business. He spends the evening simply watching and making notes.The next day, he arises, glancing quickly out through his open windows. He is happy to have his best hopes expand isveçbahis giriş in his mind as he sees virtually all of the rooms across the way have curtains pulled open, even the bathroom windows, and every girl, it seems, is busy getting ready for their day. It is Saturday and he is not working. He has his breakfast at his dining table, sitting so that he can observe his new neighbors. He gently squeezes his hard prick clothed inside his tight jeans descending down his left thigh.Baine spends the day as he did the evening before, making notes of all of the movements of girls in as many rooms as he can see into. There are a lot. And that bodes well for the future. The more girls available, the better. He is making some plans for the next day, Sunday. He finally dines with all of his lights on and gazes out over his new domain, watching and relishing what he sees in the apartments across the way. This day, his alarm is definitely set. It is the beginning and he wants to start it early and feel the pleasure. He has finally reached his goal after years of planning and dreaming. He rises with the sun. He glances out the window. He notes that many windows also have their lights on. Then he goes into his bathroom and performs his morning ablutions. He steps out of the shower and the last task for his morning begins. He opens a fresh bottle of scented body oil.Blaine stands proudly in the center of the apartment before his windows. His naked body is finely shaped. He has spent many hours making sure it is sculpted and fit. And now he rubs the oils across his muscles, emphasizing their bulk and shape, while making his flesh gleam with the oil.He spreads his legs widely, facing away from the windows, and spreads shiny oil over his legs, working up from his calves, flexing his legs at the knee, then rubbing his thighs and over his tight, rounded buttocks, bending over as he does this, exposing his spreading cheeks outwards. Then he stands upright and begins putting the fluids on his back and arms. Slowly, taking his time to be thorough.He turns around and stands before the open window and as a isveçbahis yeni giriş final gesture he pours out a goodly portion of oil and, with both hands, he strokes his expanding, growing prick and his pendulous balls. Feeling the soothing pleasure and caressing his own manhood. He glances across the way. He smiles as he sees some faces turned towards his open windows. He traces the veins on his pride that stand out. Then he grips it strongly at the base, forcing the head to expand into purple glory.He spends the day as he normally would. His home is his office, completing assignments there as they come up. Blaine has an oil painting canvas he is working on and he uses the good light in the morning shining through the broad windows to put some touches to it. As he paints, he makes sure to keep edging. He strokes his hard cock to keep it erect and proud. It bounces as he moves about and his dangling balls often shift themselves, moving in rhythm to his movements.Often, he goes over to his telescope or one of the telephoto cameras to stare into one or two windows facing his building. He sees who is looking towards him and notices whether they seem interested or not. He smiles, recognizing how often certain pretty girls continue looking at his window. He grins as he caresses his edging boner, approaching orgasm but never completing the act. Always waiting, anticipating, needing it to be perfect. Continuing to put oil on himself to gleam for the girls. Slathering it on his stone hard dick.The day goes on. He eats his lunch in a chair by the table against the window beside his kitchenette. As he chews his meal he keeps his legs spread widely apart. He gives a full frontal view to anyone wishing to see. And there are many. That he knows and continues smiling as he jerks his prick quickly a few times to keep it stiff and raging red with blood.He has spotted the best ones across the way. The young girls that seem to be walking about their own apartments with few if any clothes on. Glancing over to his place. He knows they wonder if he is watching them as well. And he is, pulling his cock harder and harder as he walks about his perfect place. Checking his telescope one time, he sees a girl with long, curling hair wave at him as she caresses her pussy. He smiles and waves back, then moves on, doing his normal day’s routine.

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“What do you mean you have to go back to Paris?!  Jacque!  Your damn CEO can’t do anything without you, and now he is going to ruin our holiday!” I yelled as I slammed the patio door and stormed out to the pool.  Jacque trailed behind me meekly with what would be his attempt to mollify my anger.“Jean; it will only be for a few days and I will be back on Monday. Jim has promised to make this up to me and he feels bad about it.  There is just a major issue with the Board of Directors that he needs my help getting straightened out,” he said as a start to his appeasement.“What about the party we were going to have on Saturday?  You were going to do all of the cooking?”“I think you should go ahead and have it without me.  Your guy friends and their wives will be gone after this weekend so it will be Saturday or never.  I have already contacted a caterer to do the food and I will make sure that Jim pays for it,” Jacque argued.“I don’t know if I am comfortable having it without you here.  Seems kind of strange.”“Well, maybe Paul and Jen would help you host?” he offered.“Let me think about it.  Damn, I am pissed at you for this!  But it will all be a moot point anyway if I can’t convince the wives to come.  Jen and I are going to walk down the beach now to meet them and try our best to allay their concerns.  I guess I will decide on the party once we find out if they will come.  When are you leaving me?”“The car service is picking me up at one this afternoon,” responded Jacque.“OK.  I am going to go meet up with Jen for a walk.  I will be back before you leave,” I said as I got up to get my walking Shanti pants, my sunhat and a large beach cup of mimosa.  I was going to want many more of these to drown out my current anger with Jacque and his incompetent CEO.As I made my way to the property line dune that marks the nude-villa to beach transition, I wondered if I would keep up Jacque’s ‘villa rules’ while he was gone.  It had been a fun thing to do together but I was unsure if I wanted to keep it up without him here.  I donned my shanties and hat and started off to Paul and Jen’s villa for our morning topless walk together.Jen greeted me at the gate to their villa at the beach.  She had obviously been working on her topless tan as her tan lines had faded significantly over the last couple of days.  Her body glistened with sunscreen and was as amazing as ever.  The pectoral muscles in her chest beautifully highlighted the transition to her perfect, and now more tanned, breasts. “Uh oh.  What’s wrong?  You don’t look happy!” she said as soon as she saw me.I recounted for her the fact that Jacque was being called back to Paris for a few days and how pissed I was.  “Let’s go for our walk.  Maybe it will calm me down some,” I said as I took a long gulp of my mimosa.“Are you still going to have your party on Saturday then?” she asked as we started our walk down the beach.“I don’t know.  I am very conflicted about it.  On one hand, I want to make it an amazing party that Jacque will be jealous he missed.  On the other hand, I really don’t want to do it without him.  Either way, if we can’t convince the wives to come, we don’t really have a party anyway.”“Well,” started Jen as she reached out and took my hand in hers as we walked.  “Maybe you should introduce me to the wives as your girlfriend.  Think that might make them less intimidated?” she asked.I felt a surge of blood rushing to my cheeks and an overall pride well up inside of me.   I loved walking topless and hand-in-hand with Jen in public and my smile felt like it was spreading across my entire face.  “Maybe,” I responded.  “Let’s give it a try.  But I love holding your hand anyway!”She leaned into me and squeezed my hand as we made our way to the more crowded section of the beach to find Scott, Brandon, Eric and their wives.  Watching the people watching us was a fantastic feeling.  I loved that we were being watched and I was very proud to be seen with Jen.We finally spotted Scott further down the beach and I pointed him out to Jen as we walked.  We slowed our gait to give the group time to see us talking and walking close together as we approached.  Scott was the first to notice us and he did a double-take as he saw me holding Jen’s hand as we walked.  “Hey Scott,” I said, smiling internally and externally as we got to the group.  “This is my girlfriend, Jen.”“Uh… hi Jen.  It is nice to meet you.  Jean didn’t mention that she had a girlfriend,” Scott said as he looked my way and smirked.  “Come on over.  Let me introduce you to everyone.”We moved over to their beach chairs and everyone stood up to greet us.  Jen and I continued to hold hands as an advertisement for the wives and I tried to gauge where they were with the fact that Jen and I were standing topless in front of them holding hands.  “Jean, this is my wife isvecbahis Julie, Brandon and his wife Nicole and Eric and his wife Pam.”  We all shook hands pleasantly as we were introduced.“And this is my girlfriend Jen,” I said putting my hand on her bare back with pride.  “We really hope you all can come to our party on Saturday.  It will be fun, and we are looking forward to it.”  All three of the wives were attractive middle-aged women who obviously spent time getting in shape before their vacation.  They all wore modest swimsuits but looked fit and much younger than their ages.“We are just not sure we can do the clothing optional thing and be as daring as the two of you,” responded Nicole.  “A party would be a great way to end our vacation, but to be honest, we are on the fence.”“You don’t have to be naked!  Optional means optional and you will not be judged one way or the other.  The beautiful thing about being a nudist is the acceptance of the individual and it can be a very freeing and relaxing thing.  One thing you won’t have to worry about is Jen and I being interested in your husbands,” I said as I grabbed Jen’s hand again and held it up for the wives to see.  “Maybe what you could do is use this party as a way to wear that sexy outfit that I bet your husbands have been asking you to wear that you never would otherwise do in public.”“I thought of that too,” piped in Pam.  “Eric has hounded me to go braless in a sheer top for ages and he packed one on this trip hoping I would wear it.  I think we should go, girls.”“OK, I’m in too,” added Julie.  “Be gentle with us though, Jean,” she said with a smile. “What can we bring?”“I am so excited that you will come,” I said.  “Bring nothing.  Ah, except for those sexy outfits.  We will take care of everything else.”We hugged all of the wives and said our goodbyes.  I gave Scott a knowing smile and a wink as we finished.  ‘Mission accomplished.  I guess we are having the party after all,’ I thought to myself with some satisfaction.With that finished, Jen and I headed back up the beach, holding hands again as we went.  I felt so comfortable with her as we paraded passed the groups of beachgoers and I reveled in the looks we got along the way.  I felt extremely proud to be with her.We got back to Jen’s villa a little before noon and she invited me in for a lunchtime cocktail while we filled Paul in on our walk to see the wives.  I knew I had to get back to see Jacque before he left for the airport, but I was still pissed at him and he could wait.  We gave Paul the details of our walk and the fact that we presented ourselves as girlfriends to try and convince them to come.  Paul smiled when we told him and said, “That is sexy as hell.  I love it!”Jen poured us tall glasses of Prosecco and sat down next to me on their patio.  “So, are you still OK with having the party without Jacque?” she said.“I guess so,” I responded.  “I think if the wives were less enthusiastic, I would have canceled.  But I am so angry at Jacque I want to make this an amazing party so, yeah, I am more than OK.  But I am going to need your help.”“Between the two of us, we will act as your surrogate husband while he is gone.  Just ask and we are on it,” replied Paul.  “Speaking of Jacque being gone.  Jen and I were planning on going on a date to the casino tonight.  Since you are now going to be alone, why don’t you come with us?”“That might be a fun way to spend a Friday night,” I said.  “The only problem is that we did not plan on going out while we are here, and I only have one outfit I could wear.  I will see if I can make it work.”“I am sure whatever you wear will be sexy and beautiful,” he replied with a wink. We spent a while making plans for the party before I had to make the walk back to say goodbye to Jacque.  “I have to get going now,” I said.  “I want to make sure Jacque and I can talk before he leaves.”“I’ll walk up with you,” said Jen as she got up and took our empty glasses to the kitchen.  I said goodbye to Paul, and we walked out to the beach where Jen took my hand again.  “Actually, I just wanted another excuse to hold your hand.”“You may hold my hand anytime and anywhere!” I exclaimed.  The novelty of holding Jen’s hand in public had not yet worn off on me and the tingle I felt in stomach felt real and wonderful.  I never imaged being able to enjoy these feelings with another woman. “I do have a favor to ask you though,” Jen started.  “I am in awe of your confidence in being an exhibitionist and it is something that I can’t do, at least not yet.  Paul is always trying to get me to be an exhibitionist in public and I keep disappointing him.  So, my favor is this:  would you be my stand-in tonight when we go to the casino and allow Paul to realize some of his exhibitionism and candaulism fantasies?”“He has already seen me naked isveçbahis giriş multiple times so am I to assume you don’t mean me exposing myself to him tonight?  He would want me to expose myself to other people at the casino?  Is this something that would turn you on too?” I asked.“I think his fantasy is to be a participant in a night full of public exhibitionism and play,” she replied.  “Ever since you told us about the games you and Jacque play on holidays, he has been pestering me to do the same thing with him, but I just can’t be that person for him yet.  And I don’t know if I would be more turned on by watching you or by watching him get turned on by watching you, if that makes any sense at all.  Maybe we will find out,” she said with a wry smile.“Well, this certainly raises the stakes for tonight considerably.  I have never done anything like that with anyone other than Jacque and I can’t guarantee how far I will be comfortable going.  But, sure.  Let’s add another experiment to my growing list this holiday.”We arrived at the property line dune and stopped.  I put a hand to her cheek and pressed my lips to hers.  The sudden rush of desire and heat I felt the night before in the kitchen came rushing back.  Her soft lips accepted mine as our tongues started to dance.  Jen put a hand on my breast sending a shiver down my spine as we continued our kiss.“I want more of that,” I said as I pushed myself away from her as I savored the sweet flavors from her lips.  “But I have to get Jacque out the door now.”  I pulled my Shanti pants off and crossed the villa line, naked, and turned back to her while blowing a kiss.  “Until next time, beautiful.”“I have much more than that to give you, my beautifully naked Jean,” she said with a sultry look on her face.  “By the way.  Please don’t tell Paul I asked you for a favor tonight.  If you decide to do anything, I want it to be organic.”“I promise,” I said as I turned to make my way to the villa.  I could not help but revel in the pang of arousal and desire I felt for Jen.  It wasn’t just her amazingly beautiful and fit body but was also an inner connection I felt as we touched and kissed.  I had never felt this way before with a woman and I was eager to explore these feelings.I turned and walked to the villa and found Jacque talking on his smartphone in the kitchen.  I poured a glass of champagne and headed back to the patio to think about the possibilities for tonight while he finished his call.Jacque soon finished and rushed out to join me.  “I know you are pissed at me.  Please know I am just as upset as you are and I will make it up to you.  I promise.” He groveled.“I know it’s not your fault, but I was hoping it would be different this time,” I replied.“That was the caterer on the phone.  I was working out the details with them.  Have you decided if you are still going to have the party while I’m gone?” he asked.“Jen and I were successful this morning in convincing the wives to come so, yes, Jacque.  I am going to have the party without you.“I deserve that sarcasm,” he replied apologetically.  “I know I have no standing at the moment to say this, but I am going to say it anyway.  I have loved watching you this week as you followed the villa rules and conducted your little exhibitionist experimentation.  I think you should keep doing it while I am gone.”“Are you sure Jacque?” I asked.  “Are you sure you are OK with anything that might happen as a result?”  Deep down I wanted to keep up my experimentation on my own.  In fact, I was already planning on it for tonight.  But I could easily have stopped while he was away if he wanted me to.  “I have your permission to follow an experiment to its logical conclusion without you there?”I knew the answer to my question before he spoke as his cock foretold his true feelings on the matter. “My feelings have not changed.  I want you to experiment and find how exhibitionism turns you on and then, if you want, to act on what is turning you on and experience it. There is no difference for me whether I am there or not,” he said as his cock completed its rapid rise to full attention.“Well then, Jacque,” I said as I reached out and grabbed his erection.  “I will continue the villa rules and my experiments, but I cannot promise you that anything will happen, if that is what you want.  Conversely, I cannot promise that nothing will happen.  All I am willing to do is follow a course as far as I am comfortable.”“I understand.  But it might do you some good to stretch your comfort zone a little.  You don’t need it, but you have my permission to do anything you desire,” he said as he leaned over and kissed me.  “The chef and bartender will be here around four in the afternoon on Saturday to get the bar set up and do the cooking and they will both stay as late as you want.  They are under isveçbahis yeni giriş orders to provide for any and all requests no matter what.  There is no budget.”With that, Jacque stood up and said, “Give me a hug before I go.  My car to the airport will be here any minute so I need to grab my things and get going.” I stood up and we hugged that tight loving and reassuring hug that long-term partners have learned to use.  “I am pissed that you are leaving me.  Who is going to enjoy my exhibitionism while you are gone?” I tweaked him while knowing full well who might be his surrogate.  “one last chance to tell me to cool it while you are gone.”He hugged me tighter then kissed me while pushing me back to look at me.  He scanned my naked body from head to toe, and then back up again.  “I would never want to cool off someone as sexy and beautiful as you are.  I can’t wait to hear the lab reports from your experiments.”“I love you, Jacque.  Be safe and come back as soon as you can to get the full report.”With that, he left me at the pool on my own for a long weekend.  I lounged for a while enjoying the ocean breezes and champagne.  I closed my eyes and thought about what might happen on my date later, hoping for more intimate time with Jen and wondering how I could fulfill some of Paul’s fantasies.  The kiss with Jen had not left my mind and I craved for more. As I drifted in and out of a peaceful poolside sleep, my phone buzzed with an incoming text from Jen saying we should leave around seven that evening and that they would order an Uber. ‘Absolutely not,’ I texted back.  ‘Jacque has a car service and he will be paying for our ride so I will pick you up!’I went inside to check on what I would be wearing on my date.  The only outfit I had to wear to the casino was one that I had not planned on wearing outside of the villa.  I bought it just for this trip and had yet to wear it as it was intended as a sexy outfit for a private dinner with Jacque and not for the entire world to see.  But, with the villa rules in play, there was not going to be an outfit needed for dinner.  ‘Might as well put this to use,’ I thought to myself. It consisted of a short mini-skirt and a spaghetti strap top with a plunging neckline made out of a very thin bright red silk fabric.  There were three buttons at the bottom of the neckline starting below my breasts down to the bottom of the top that secured the top closed, but I was certain that the slightest movement would offer a significant view.  The depth of the neckline negated a bra and the thin fabric clung to my body giving a clear outline of my breasts and nipples.  The skirt was short with frilly edges and just barely covered a thin black thong.  There was no way I would wear this in public at home.The car arrived a little before seven and Jacque’s driver came to the door and introduced himself.  Roberto was a short younger guy but looked quite attractive.  As he escorted me to the waiting car, I could feel his eyes looking at me.  ‘This dress is going to be interesting,’ I thought to myself as I got into the back of the sedan.  As we drove to pick up Jen and Paul, Roberto was looking at me in the rearview mirror.  “Pardon me for saying this madam, but you will be the most fashionable woman at the casino.  Most of the American patrons there do not dress up and you will put them all to shame.”“That is certainly a shame,” I said.  “But thank you.  I think my friends will be dressing properly as well, so I think I will have some fashionable company.” As we arrived, Paul and Jen were waiting outside of their villa.  They were, indeed, dressed appropriately.  Paul looked smart in a crisp white shirt and a well-tailored jacket and Jen was wearing a very sexy little black dress that highlighted her amazing and growingly tanned body.  They were a very sexy couple.We arrived at the casino and Roberto opened the doors for us.  “I will be here whenever you are ready to go back home, Ms. Jean,” he said as he helped me out of the car. As we entered the front doors of the elaborate casino hotel, I realized that Roberto was right.  Most of the patrons looked like they just stumbled down from their rooms in their shorts and t-shirts. But as we walked in side by side, I started to feel excited about what might happen here.  I had not thought much about our date on the drive over but now I began to get a tinge of flush in my face as we walked together.  I could feel my breasts moving under the thin fabric of the top and my nipples began to harden with anticipation, and I wondered what Jacque would think about me wearing this outfit in public. ‘Too bad you can’t see me here, Jacque,’ I thought to myself.    We found our way to the main club and dance floor and tried to find a place to sit but it was packed, and the DJ was in full swing.  The only table we found was a high-top near the back facing a bank of tables between us and the dance floor. Jen excused herself to the powder room, so Paul and I took up places facing the tables and ordered the first round of drinks.  

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Crisp bags, half-eaten sandwiches and the odd cigarette butt decorated the faded vinyl floor to the buffet car.  I looked briefly at the empty rubbish bin standing, somewhat redundant, below the misted window as the train jerked slightly.  As it began to pull away from the crowded platform, my hand steadied a tepid bottle of Stella Artois as the shabbily dressed and seemingly lifeless bartender returned with my change.  He tossed it carelessly over the unwashed counter before bringing his charm to bear on the next customer.As I raised the bottle to my lips, my mind began to wander.  A sudden burst of adrenaline rushed through me as I pictured her standing there, close to the railings, waiting patiently for me to arrive.  I had deliberately told her that my train would arrive at 8.10 pm, fifteen minutes earlier than scheduled.  And even though she had probably thought to check the train times herself, I knew that she would be there early.  Just standing there, inappropriately dressed, as usual, her embarrassment clearly isvecbahis visible to all who passed by.It would, perhaps, be helpful to explain before I continue.  My name is James, I am twenty-nine years old and I work and live in London.  My girlfriend, Victoria, is twenty-two, extremely submissive and in her final year at college in the West Country.  Our relationship is incredibly strong and she often comments as to how comfortable she feels around me.  Or, more precisely, as she prefers to put it, that we fit like ‘a hand in a glove’.  The love that we have for one another is intense, to say the very least, and our sex life exceeds, by far, anything that either of us has ever experienced.  Having met just over a year ago, I catch a train, after finishing work, on most Fridays to be with her.  And whether it be rain or shine, our weekends together are always eventful.  An early start on the Monday morning is, however, the price that has to be paid as London once again, beckons my return.The train began to slow as it isveçbahis giriş approached my station.  An overwhelming desire for revenge eclipsed my thoughts as I placed the rancid bottle of beer on the floor as far from the bar as possible.  Creating a little extra work for the barman might, I hoped, add just something to his misery.  Grabbing my bag, my mind once again turned to her as I made my way towards the end of the carriage.  The familiar muffled announcements echoed along the crowded concourse as I pulled the window down and reached out. Stepping down to the platform, I turned briefly to help an older lady with her luggage.  After wishing her a lovely weekend, I slammed the train door closed, slung my bag over my shoulder and set off.“Good girl,” I whispered, looking towards the exit.  She was in the exact place that we had arranged, leaning almost casually against the railings to the underpass, her cheeks visibly flushed.  She really was so damn cute.  At just over five foot four inches tall, she was wonderfully isveçbahis yeni giriş slim and her boobs were a perfect 32B cup.  Her almost black, short page boy hairstyle made her look a little tomboyish, I suppose, but it suited her so well.  To be honest, she was absolutely stunning.  Stretching to her toes, she searched through the mass of passengers before spotting me and waving madly.  Her nipples pushed hard against her tight, dark blue T-shirt whilst the short black skirt that she was wearing barely covered her knickers.  With my heart rate surging, I let my bag drop to the ground.  My thoughts jumped immediately from just being with her again to something altogether more obscene as our bodies embraced.  With our lips locked, and tongues deep in battle, we kissed passionately as her back pressed hard against the railings.  Victoria pulled away as our lips parted and I stepped back.  She smiled nervously before widening her stance a little more, still managing somehow, to appear casual.  With her legs almost two feet apart, she looked into my eyes, softly biting her lower lip.  Her already crimson cheeks began to burn as she realised how totally exposed she was to the commuters as they filed up and down the stairs behind her.   

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Oh – my – fucking – God.Final touches in place, Jaylee contemplated what she had become. This time around.Over the past quarter-year she’d undergone multiple transformations in Cherry’s New York loft apartment. Maid strapped into boob-clenching latex. Leashed and collared pet, kneeling nude by her water bowl, awaiting the ‘Come’ command. Some shape of artist’s Muse–be it pastiche Disney princess, ballerina or burlesque star–for her lover to render in clay. Temporary mutations–none more ripe with connotation than this one.I’m dessert.Screened off, so Cherry might play hostess without spoiling her coup de theatre, Jaylee quaked in April’s mild chill. The apartment’s heating was low to minimize pre-melt. ‘You won’t be cold for long, sweetness,’ her artist-girlfriend had reassured. ‘Soon you’ll be all kinds of warm.’ Jaylee’s shudder wasn’t cold-related. The words lingered like nuzzling bees as Cherry ushered in her chattering guests.Oh Jesus Christ…She wondered, as host and guests hugged their greetings, what Jesus Christ would think on seeing her now. Maybe he could see. Invoking the Lord’s name in moments of arousal still caused Jaylee a guilty frisson, reminding her how deliciously far she’d fallen.Pursuit of sexy romance–boys only–had indicated her earliest disaffection with church. Aged twenty she realised that romance aside, she just plain loved cock. Cue the sucky-fucky years, her burgeoning career in fitness supplying gymfuls of muscular prospects with whom to indulge. And then along came Cherry, ripe with bad intentions like the one to pop Jaylee’s.‘Hetero as it gets’ she’d have labelled herself at the year’s turn, riding in this new one on a big dick. Mere months later her adorned nipples prickled at the feminine energy pervading Cherry’s studio. God, what’s happening to me?She’d broached it in the sticky aftermath of February’s inaugural trib-fest. isvecbahis ‘I don’t know what this is,’ she said, tracing a line between herself and her sleek, ebony lover, whose gaze had stolen her during a mediocre date with some gym bore.‘Do you like it?’ Cherry’s dark eyes penetrated like no cock ever had.‘Fuck…’ Cherry’s labia were still kissing hers. Her fingers entwined knot-hard with those of her sapphic sex-partner. ‘Oh God… I love it.’‘Then just let it be.’‘I’m lost.’ Jaylee chewed her lip, aware of how it turned her seducer feral. ‘Figured I was all grown up, but I know nothing…’‘Let me do the knowing.’ Cherry stroked her face. ‘And the doing. When you stop liking, tell me.’‘I will,’ Jaylee promised.Forget liking–she now craved. The harsher Cherry’s strictures, the sweeter the rewards. The meaner her lover’s demands, the more exquisite the caresses that followed. Jaylee had never loved women as such. But she loved how this woman made her feel.Which was how, exactly?As Cherry clinked bottle to glass and offered buffet savouries to her guests, the question still nagged. But formulating thought beyond further profanity proved impossible. Jaylee was way too aware of what her outward transfiguration portended, and of what imminent events might reveal, so–Jesus fuck!!!‘You’re bi now?’ her lifelong friend Ava had puzzled.‘No. I don’t know. This girl fascinates me. This particular girl. That’s all. Probably.’Later she asked Cherry, their faces still wet with each other’s juice. ‘Am I?’‘That’s not my call, hon.’ The woman who’d been mastering her body, softly kissed her neck. ‘What do you think?’‘I think I…’ Jaylee floundered mid-response.‘…Need more data?’ Cherry’s whisper invested that mundane word with depraved possibilities.Heart accelerating, Jaylee took the bait. ‘What had you in mind?’‘Hell, baby, craziness you can’t imagine. Something to blow isveçbahis giriş your mind. Would you like that?’The stakes felt high–but every Cherry adventure made Jaylee wetter than a spring meadow in her native New England. So she answered ‘Yes’.Screened off and a unique kind of nude, she saw the whole plan and it made her smooth-coated thighs quiver.Thoroughness was Cherry’s watchword. Buffet prepared, she’d done likewise with Jaylee. Everything was shaved–not, the razor’s recipient knew, due to distaste for body hair, but out of pure practicality. The same was true of the douche, although applying it, Cherry didn’t spare her sub’s blushes.‘God, you love having your ass played with, baby-slut,’ she taunted, as the nozzle probed, and Jaylee turned crimson. ‘Now let’s flood that pretty butthole.’Jaylee yelped as the jet surged up her rear like a liquid tongue, her lover’s laughter rich and mocking.Cleansing complete, Cherry spooled her pet’s hair into a neatly secured bun, before stripping to glorious buxom nudity and backing her, panther-like, into the shower. ‘Damn, girl, I could eat you already.’ Cherry kissed hungrily, but otherwise restrained her cannibal instincts, choosing instead to apply the soap–with sensual rigour.‘Gotta get this sexy-ass canvas clean,’ she said, slithering suds about Jaylee’s boobs, before squishing her own full globes against them–dark on milky white, full on pert. Her hands glided down Jaylee’s sudsy body, grasping handfuls of ass flesh, her expression a mid-point between predatory and tender.‘You are who you are,’ she said, as the jets pelted. ‘You like what you like. So don’t think with that.’ She touched Jaylee’s forehead. ‘Use this instead…’ (tapping her chest) ‘…and this,’ (curling a middle finger into the wetness of her cunt) ‘and you’ll get your answers. Uh-huh?’‘Uh-huh,’ Jaylee moaned, knees weak and lower belly isveçbahis yeni giriş tightening. ‘God, I wanna cum.’‘Not yet,’ Cherry admonished, withdrawing her finger. ‘But you will.’ Then she completed the ablutions, no spot left unattended.The final promise echoed in Jaylee’s mind, as the buffet reached its close.‘Palate cleanser,’ Cherry explained, sharing out some liquid refreshment. The guests queried their host’s secrecy with amusement as they drank. One voice Jaylee recognised, but in the ecstasy of anticipation she could not quite place it.All Cherry’s work remained intact. Uncracked. Beautiful. The full-length mirror in which Jaylee had first viewed her transmutation stood close by, so she could check whenever she dared. And how could she not feast her eyes on the confection she now was?From the nape of her neck to her cute, manicured toes, every inch was painted in chocolate–thick, dark and glossy. Not daubed, not slathered, but painted–every nook of under-boob and cranny of butt-crack touched to a flawless finish. ‘This ain’t no Pollock, this is Vermeer,’ Cherry had stated, drawing her brush fresh from the bowl around the curve of Jaylee’s breast. Four batches the artist had prepared of her own recipe, each uniquely flavoured for a different part of her subject’s body. And how the work-in-progress had shuddered, as her mistress’ brush lick-lick-licked its way about her person. Till she was all delicious cocoa to her chin, blended from there into lighter facial tones.Nor was Jaylee a uniformly chocolate bunny. The rich coating, applied warm and sticky, was glue for all the candies that bedecked her body. From her clavicle, curving down between her breasts, stretched a constellation of multi-coloured stars, interspersed with half-moon slices of crystallised orange and lime. Her neck was studded with a gummy collar, while about her waist was slung a circlet of strawberry liquorice strings. Bright crisp-shelled buttons followed the contour of her spine, and her shoulders were powdered with space dust. A rainbow of candy pinpricks sequined one whole side of her face.

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For a long time, I had fantasised about having my photo taken by a photographer. Firstly, I was looking to have some nice sexy pictures for my online profile, dating sites etc. Secondly, I was also sure it would be quite a fun and sexy experience.I considered who I’d like to take my picture. I really didn’t want to go to an agency and have some young guy taking pictures of me in a semi corporate setting. I definitely wanted an older man, and to have the pictures taken somewhere private.So I looked online to find an amateur photographer. There were so many and nothing was really capturing my attention. They all seemed to be either a little too arty and full of themselves, or clearly a con of some kind to get you into porn. Neither appealed to me.So eventually after looking for some time, I actually bumped into an ad that caught my imagination.I was looking through gumtree, an online classified ads site where you can buy and sell products and services. I was looking to sell some items from my flat, when I bumped into a personals section and decided to have a look.I found an ad:“Amateur photographer looking to gain experience. I can help with your personal pictures from professional to casual and fun. No charge, no fee, just some experience gained in both parts. Coffees will be on me.”I thought this sounded very relaxed and an ideal way to introduce the idea.At the end of the ad, the photographer: Graham, left his mobile number, email address and a short description.“I’m Graham, 58 years old, enjoy being with and helping people from all walks of life. Come and have a picture and a coffee, I won’t bite!’I thought, to hell with it. Why not?I emailed Graham and told isvecbahis him I was interested in having some pictures taken. Only 15-20, a fun theme but also wanted to look attractive and sexy. I attached a picture of me, just my face.Graham responded full of flattery, telling me how pretty I was and that he would love to take my picture. In fact, he couldn’t wait to meet me.He also asked me to answer a number of questions, to ensure our expectations were aligned on the day and to also give him a couple of dates that I was available for the photoshoot.His questions:“How long did I have for the photoshoot? He preferred two hours.I answered that that would work fine for me.“Did I want to take any sexy pictures, lingerie or bikini pics?”I answered, “Yes.”“Do you intend to have any nude photos taken?”I answered that I thought lingerie and bikini was probably as far as I would go.Finally, he asked if I had ever had my pictures taken before.I answered, “only fun ones with boyfriends, not a real photographer.”He emailed back in response to my answers to his questions.He was delighted with everything he read. He also reminded me that he was only a budding photographer, but hoped to be a full time professional one day. Which was a little strange as he was 58, but hey ho!He also commented on my response about nudity.“It’s normal for women to feel apprehensive about posing nude or semi-nude. It is entirely your decision, but if you change your mind on the day, just let me know. A number of women have done so once they are in the swing.”I thanked him and we agreed on a date. I also confirmed that I would not be posing nude. I wasn’t ready for that.All agreed, a date was set.On isveçbahis giriş the agreed date I woke and showered. I was feeling nervous and a little tense. I decided that if I went to the session in this way then the pictures probably wouldn’t turn out as I would like. So I needed to relax.I logged on to a favourite website of mine and started to flirt with some older men. I sent some pictures of me that I had taken myself and was now feeling very relaxed and horny.I remembered that I was about to go to my first photoshoot, it made me excited.I got into the shower and nearly made myself cum from the excitement and my fingers. I decided to hold off and keep in a sexy mood so that my pictures would be good and I could enjoy the experience, perhaps I would find it very sexy.I dressed in a white thong, black leggings, matching bra and a t-shirt. I wore a black cardigan to keep me warm. Not very sexy.I packed a number of matching underwear sets and a bikini. My favourite yellow one.I arrived at the house address. A modest two-bedroom house in a suburban area just on the outskirts of Swindon.Graham opened the door.“Hello, you must be Beth, I’m so glad you are here, some women get cold feet but you’re here that’s wonderful. And May I say, you look and smell amazing, what an absolute beauty you are.”I was blushing, Graham was being very generous with his comments and my fondness for older men was risking getting the better of me.“Thank you, you’re also very handsome, I’m really looking forward to today,” I replied.“First off, coffee. How do you like it?” asked Graham.We drank our coffee and then Graham started to take some natural pictures of me sitting on his isveçbahis yeni giriş sofa, then standing, looking over my shoulder etc.“Very nice,” he said.“Now, let’s get that cardigan off and maybe lose the leggings?” he suggested.Without hesitation, I removed my cardigan and shoes. I stood and turned my back to Graham who was clicking away. I took the top of my leggings, as I looked over my shoulder at Graham and I gradually pulled them down, fully revealing my white thong, leaving my leggings just below my bottom.I twisted and shook for a few moments as Graham took some pictures. I was overcome with the most rampant feelings of lust and horniness. I was now too embarrassed to completely remove my leggings, as my panties were totally soaked as I had leaked constantly from this enormous arousal that took over me.I pulled my leggings back over my bottom and instead turned to face Graham. He looked surprised as he was expecting me to remove them fully. To deflect from this, I removed a bra strap from my shoulder and placed it halfway down my arm, first left, then right.Graham watched me and encouraged me. My panties were getting wetter and wetter as I for some reason let my left bra cup fall down and reveal my full breast and nipple. As the air hit my nipple, I realised that I had neglected the fact that this was also a giveaway, as it was already rock hard.Graham simply said, “And now the other side Beth.”I did as instructed, putty in his hands as more juice leaked from my pussy, my leggings now also damp.Graham reached across and softly squeezed my right nipple.“Gosh they’re so hard Beth. Oh I’m sorry, do you mind if I touch you?” he asked, forgetting himself.“No, it’s fine,” I said. Shaking my head and reacting like a giggling schoolgirl, god knows why!Graham then cupped both my breasts, one in each hand and gently squeezed them, moving closer to me and watching me for a reaction.

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I had it all planned. I played it out a thousand times in my head. After all, I hadn’t seen you in about three weeks and I wanted to do something extra special for you. I was going to greet you at the door, wrap my arms around you and make my sole purpose on earth at that moment pleasuring you.

You drop the bag you are holding, grab my shoulders as your lips meet mine and pin me against the door with your body, one hand holding both my wrists above my head, the other roaming free. Your fingers run over my hardening nipples, down my waist to my hips, down to my knee. You pull my leg up, wrapping it around your waist, my skirt riding up exposing my clean-shaven pussy. You drop my wrists as your tongue swirls around mine, your hand moving to my nipple, rolling the hard bud between your fingers while the other holds my leg in place.

Your mouth moves to my neck, gently nipping with your teeth and placing soft kisses there. I rest my head against the door, lost in the sensations you are creating, eyes glazed with lust as I surrender. Your hand moves from my nipple to my mound. Slowly, you take your finger and run up the length of my slit, flicking my clit. My fingernails grip your shoulders as a moan escapes my lips. “You are so wet, baby” you growl next to my ear as you take your finger and suck my juices from it. I moan again as you release my leg from your grasp and steady me as I start to sway. You gently kiss me, forcing me to calm, bringing back the world around me.

You pick up the bag and we sit. Reaching in, you pull out four silk scarves holding them in your hand. “What a nice gift” I think as I run my hands over the soft, smooth material. I smile as isveçbahis you look at me somewhat oddly. Taking the scarves, you lead me by the hand to the bedroom where you drop them on the bed. My eyes widen as I realize what my gift is for, the fantasy. Your hands run through my hair as you pull my head back, leaning down to place your lips on mine. I can feel your hardening cock with my hand as our tongues mate and dance.

Breaking our kiss, I place my hands on your shoulders and push you down on the bed. Slowly my hips start to grind, my hands cup my breasts, run down to my thighs, and back up to slowly unbutton my blouse, revealing my lacy black bra. My skirt is next as I slowly turn and bend over to slid it down my hips, letting you see the lips of my pussy as I turn my head back to look at you. I can see the lust in your green eyes, your arousal plainly evident. I slip my hand between my thighs and run my finger up and down my slit. I hear your moan as I stand back up and turn around, putting my finger in my mouth and sucking. Both hands cup my breasts and then release the catch that reveals my light pink nipples. Slipping out of my heels, I stand before you in the garter belt and hose letting my hands roam my body.

You stand up and place your hands on my breasts, flicking the nipples with your thumbs. I lean into you, wanting to feel your closeness. You gently place me on the bed, whispering, “Do you trust me?” You know my answer before the “yes” can escape my lips. You take the scarves and deftly secure my wrists and ankles to the bed, my body now displayed in an X. You stand at the foot of the bed, admiring your handiwork. I realize how I must look to you; my long isveçbahis giriş hair splayed on the pillow beneath my head, my hard pink tinted nipples and my long legs, between them my pussy, which glistens with moisture.

You rub your cock through your pants, telling me “You are mine, I will do with you what I want, and you cannot escape me.” Your words send a tingle through my pussy; making me wetter as I realize what you say is true as I test my bonds. Your clothes removed, you position yourself between my legs. Lying on your stomach you touch the lips of my pussy with your tongue. My breath hisses between my teeth as I draw a sip of air. Your eyes meet mine as you slowly grin. You know exactly what I want and what I need as you lick the length of my slit, the tip of your tongue flicking on my swollen clit. My hands are clenched, fingernails digging into the palms, the silk taut as it holds my arms above my head. My hips rise as you insert a finger, unintelligible moans escape as my head thrashes about on the pillow. As my body tenses, you continue to lick and suck, slowly your movements intensify as you insert the second finger. My moans give you verbal confirmation that you have hit the spot.

“Look at me, I want to see your eyes when you cum.” Your words send tingles down my body as I open my eyes. The exquisite sensations you create send me over the edge, looking at you as you thrust your fingers into my spasming cunt. You have the power to do this to me, make me liquid with desire, make me cum. You know this to be true as I see the satisfied look on your face.

I can feel your cock full on my stomach as your tongue licks my lips. I can smell my sex on isveçbahis yeni giriş you; taste myself as you kiss me. You straddle me, as your cock swings heavy between your legs. With the tip of my tongue, I lick off the drop of precum gathered there. I take you in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. You press forward as I suck and lick your shaft with my tongue. I can feel the head slide in and out of my mouth, each time my tongue curls around it, moving side to side. Your hands grasp the headboard as you throw your head back, enjoying the sensations. Your hips thrust, moving your cock in and out of my mouth. I love this feeling, your hard cock between my lips, my tongue caressing your shaft as the muscles cord on your neck and arms. I can feel you grow harder as you pull your dick out with an audible pop.

You kiss me, moving down to my tits you take my nipple into your mouth, sucking, nipping. I can feel your cock and I want you inside me. Reaching back, you untie my legs, grasping them at the knees and bringing them forward. Your hips thrust forward, burying your cock to the hilt inside me. My pussy clenches you as I scream in ecstasy. You pull back and thrust again, grinding my clit with the base of your cock. I can feel your balls slap against my ass as you move in me. My legs wrap around your waist as you place your hands at my sides, one hand reaching back to stroke my clit as your hips thrust. I can feel it start in the pit of my stomach, waves radiating out until it reaches my pussy. My body tenses as my cunt grips your cock, milking it, as you grow impossibly hard. I feel your hot cum spurting in me, bathing me inside. We lie still, coming down from the high. I kiss your forehead gently and you untie my hands. We rest in each others arms completely sated.

My plans were very pleasantly interrupted, but then again, the night is young. Now, I get to play with the scarves.

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Quietly, I shut the door behind us and we’re inside. March’s cold chill lingers around us and I see the smile building on your face as your eyes take in my condo but more particularly, the fireplace and the large floor pillows placed nearby.

“Have I told you that cold weather makes me horny,” you whisper to me.

“Does that mean you’d be adverse to the idea of me warming you up?” I then reply with a smile of my own. We haven’t yet removed our coats though we soon realise that the reason that the cold lingers with us is that it’s quite cold inside, too.

“Don’t you heat this place?” you ask with a laugh.

“Well, not when I’m not at home, Lisa… come with me, horny girl,” I say with a wink, taking your hand and leading you to the centre of the living room, in front of the fireplace. We crouch down onto our knees and that’s when I pull the fireplace doors open, revealing that the wood has already been placed inside, with kindling and paper, ready to be lit. I pull a set of matches off the mantle and within a minute, the fire roars to life and a warm glow emanates throughout the room. We remove our coats and my eyes are fixed on you; you look so beautiful in the soft, warm light.

I lean towards you and direct your soft, beautiful form into the pillow, our faces pressed closely together, my body pressing against yours.

“You didn’t answer my question… did you want me to warm you up or do you prefer the cold?”

“Why do you think I like the cold? For the pleasure of warming up, of course,” you say with a smile. The smile is short-lived as I press my lips against yours, kissing you deeply… but we’re not at the office, we’re not outdoors; there’s nothing to stop us; I don’t want to stop.

“You’re so very special to me, Lisa,” I say while running the fingers of one hand through your hair while the other wanders, searching out the curves of your hips, your thighs.

“I’m so glad to be here with you… to be able to spend the night with you…” Your voice is still a delicate whisper and I think you know that this turns me on. “To love you…”

We lie out together side-by-side now, and you lift one leg over mine, pressing your body tightly against mine and our lips are locked together, our bodies rocking gently together. The wind blows against the window, threatening to enter, the fire crackles and flames reach up for the sky and the room is bright and filled with the sounds of our gentle moaning, the crinkling of our clothes crushing together, indicating that these need to be shed in short order.

“So, Lisa, is it heating up in here for you?” I ask you, expecting that you are feeling hot.

“I don’t know about hotter but… some things are getting harder,” you reply with a smile as your hand reaches down between my legs, gently stroking my cock through my pants. I close my eyes for a moment and sigh, enraptured by your touch. When my eyes open, I see the devilish look on your face and realise that you aren’t content with stopping at a quick feel.

Reading your thoughts, I say, “Not so fast, though I would love nothing more than to feel your hand stroking my stiff cock…” – “Mmhmm…” you moan in agreement. – “and then to have your lips envelop it in a warm, wet caress…” – “Oh yes…and don’t forget, I want to lick your balls, too.” – “No, I won’t forget that… but we have time, we have all night…” and then leaning forward, not entirely on top of you, with the index of my right hand, I delicately trace the outline of your face, from your brow down along your cheek to your chin. Softly, I then retrace the same line with my tongue, gently, the tip barely touching your skin. I then look into your eyes and your face is wonderfully still. My lips are dangerously close to yours as I reach down and take your hand into mine, pressing it palm up by your head, crossing my fingers with yours. With my left hand, I trace a similar line down the other side of your face, from your brow down across your cheek and to your chin. With my tongue, I lick playfully at the tip of your nose and then descend to your lips, and I lick across your lips slowly, from one side to the other; and I feel your lips part, my tongue drops into your mouth and I can feel your heart racing, your fingers are clasped tightly onto mine, our tongues touch and lips close. Our kiss is quiet, with none of the early theatrics but all of the passion.

“Oh God, Lisa, how I want you…” I say to you in a quiet, almost quivering voice.

“Then, take me, …please.” Your blue eyes have never looked as beautiful as they do at this moment, and your free hand seeks out mine and clasps on to it so tightly; our isveçbahis lips touch again and we continue to kiss, slowly and gradually more forcefully as well. I feel you pushing with your right hand so that I’m no longer on top of you but we are lying closely side-by-side. I feel you then pumping your mid-section against mine, causing me to feel even greater arousal, and you can feel it, too, and you keep pushing, slowly grinding almost, and your right hand is still pushing until you are now lying on top of me.

“Take me,” you whisper again and then your tongue leaves my lips and slowly, wonderfully, agonisingly licks down from there along my chin and down my throat. And then back up again. And I begin to moan, softly at first. You smile and continue to trace gentle circles with the tip of your tongue and hearing me moan then decide to use your teeth, just a bit. A shivering gasp escapes my lips and seizing the moment, your tongue again licks much more firmly, and more quickly, in long circles around and around my throat.

“You haven’t been watching those erotic vampire movies lately, have you?” I manage to say, as my breathing is erratic at this point. You laugh for a short moment and then resume your sweet ministrations on my throat, licking and sucking, and gently nibbling, faster and more firmly each time until my body begins to shake.

“Oh God, Lisa! Oh yes, yes…ohhhhh! ohmygod.. oh!… oh!…” Jagged breaths… your sweet, wet tongue…

“Are you good and hard now?” you whisper into my ear, granting me a short reprieve though I long for more excruciating pleasure. It’s a short slide down from my ear along my throat and you oblige my desires, your tongue skating across my skin, laughing pleasurably at the sounds of my continuous moans as you ease up your strokes to a gentle brushing and then strike with a firm, wet lash of your tongue, delighting in my sharp cries and the way my body humps up to greet yours.

“I had no idea you were so sensitive here,” you remark as you trace a half-heart along the right side of my throat, smiling down at me, your genuine smile a reminder of your love. The fingers of your left hand release mine and I instantly reach out to pull your face down against mine and again, we kiss, our limbs folding together, soft moans in acknowledgement of what we had just shared, each kiss filled with more passion than the last.

“I love kissing you, Lisa… holding you close to me like this,” I say when our lips slowly part and then we smile at each other.

“I really liked the way that you humped your hard cock up against my crotch…you’re driving me crazy with desire for you,” you say as your tongue playfully licks against mine.

“You mean like this,” I reply as I reach down and cup my hands over your ass and you pull your body tightly next to mine and our hips are rolling together.

“Oh… oh yes…” you whimper softly as I hold you in my arms, our lips touching then tongues curling together, your fingers running through my hair… such a warm, erotic feeling to dance along the perimeters of sex, holding it off for a little while longer but knowing that it is our inevitable destination: to be naked together, to feel your warm, soft skin next to mine, to taste, to share and to be more intimate with one another than we had ever imagined we would be.

We continue to kiss deeply for a long while, both of our bodies gently humping together until eventually, I end up back on top of you and realise that my legs are positioned on either side of your left thigh. Our fingers are joined again and, instinctively, I begin to slide down your thigh, grinding my crotch in between your legs, very slowly and firmly at first. You react by letting out a very long yet barely audible moan followed by an almost threatening statement, “You better have intentions of bringing this to completion…” and then as I slide back down between your legs your voice trails off, replaced with another gorgeous sigh of contentment, and of longing.

“God, Lisa, I’m so hard right now…” – “You’re making me so damn horny…” – “You look damned sexy in that blouse… but…,” my fingers reach for the top button. – “Oh…” – “just think how sexy you’d look without it.” And slowly, the first button slides away from its slot and I see your throat contract. Your nervousness excites me and I reach forward and trace a fine line down your throat across the newly exposed skin along your collarbone. “Oh Lisa… every square inch of you turns me on… including right here,” I say as I lean over and kiss the area where my finger was a moment ago. It’s true, too, as I lick a semi-circle up to your shoulder, I’m amazed isveçbahis giriş at how erotically satisfying it is to run my tongue across this part of you. It had never featured in any of my fantasies before and yet now, I cannot resist.

I can neither resist undoing button number two. And then number three. And four, and all the way down until each button is undone. The fun part comes next: opening your blouse and this simple task manages to take my breath away as I unfold each side, revealing your bare belly and your covered breasts. I slowly run my hands across your belly, cupping your breasts and then tracing faint lines with fingers atop them. I realise instantly that the fact that your breasts are not yet visible, that one more hurdle needs to be overcome, is quite arousing. Then again, perhaps it’s the look on your face that arouses, your passive indulgence in feeling my hands caress and touch your body, observing the desire in my eyes, the way your lips hang slightly open, almost in detached amusement at my attempt to undress you; that gentle curl in your lips just turns me on all the more.

“You should take off that tie,” you say, reaching up and loosening the knot, smiling up at me now. I can’t say a word, the bulge in my pants is distracting- it’s not the tie I want to loosen- but I work at removing my tie and then my jacket, as well as the top button of my white shirt. You then sit up just enough so that your hands reach my chest and quickly make your way down, button by button, opening my shirt up and pulling the tucked ends out with a firm tug and then you lie back, admiring the fact that my shirt is now open. You run your fingers through my hairy chest back up to my throat, tickling softly with your nails as your eyes roam up and down… maybe a bit too long at the area above my belt. You then decide that we’re not there yet and instead fall back into the pillow. There’s a mischievous glint in your eyes; “You may proceed,” you say. – “Yes, lover,” I reply and lean forward, propping myself up over you with my arms stiffly at your sides. My mouth gently lowers to find yours and you slip your hands up beneath my shirt, running your fingers across my back. This kiss and my words, addressing you as my ‘lover’, melts your cool façade and I feel your body weaken beneath mine as my arms collapse and wrap themselves around your body. We both gasp as our bellies touch and I feel the gentle fabric of your bra press against my chest. Our bodies are equally hot, skin touching skin. I love your mouth, your wet tongue, your soft lips caressing mine, your hands gently moving across my body. “Oh God, Lisa…” is all I can manage to say and we kiss, and we kiss and we kiss. And while my hands are also caressing your bare skin, my fingers wander eventually along your back and manage to unhook your bra with relative ease.

I clearly see your awareness of my act washing over your face, if a pleasurable sigh could be represented by a facial expression. Reluctantly, my lips leave yours and I pull away, hovering on top of you, my hands reaching down to caress your bare shoulders, drawing my hands down your arms and again finding your fingers. So wonderfully beautiful, I think to myself and smile at you. I slowly raise your arms and then reach all the way down to your shoulders again, drawing your bra up through your arms and away, my eyes directing themselves to your luscious breasts, my breath taken away by the fact that you are now entirely naked from the waist up. I toss your bra onto the couch behind you and then reach down with the index of my right hand and place it onto the nipple of your breast, gently circling around it. I smile as you catch your breath and hold it in. Your nipples are so hard. You have gorgeous tits; I’ve waited so long for all of these moments. My knees slide back as my head slides forward and to the side of you, as I don’t want to block the warmth of the fire from touching your skin and also because I wish to have as much of your body illuminated for the pleasure of my viewing.

I am crouched beside you as my left hand wanders over to cup your other breast as I lean down and press my lips against your bare skin, just above your hips and lick a line up along the side of your belly. I stop just beyond your ribs, mere microns away from your breasts, as you would later tell me! Then I lick back down, delighting in feeling your soft skin against my tongue. My right hand then cups your left breast and I lick your skin and fondle your tits. “Mmmmm… Oh Lisa, this is heavenly,” I say to you as my tongue slowly streaks across your belly to the other side, ascending in a similar fashion, isveçbahis yeni giriş just short of your breasts and then back down again, circling your belly button, dipping inside and then across your belly, your warm, soft skin.

“Lisa, you’re very quiet…” I say to you, smiling at the way your face expresses all that I need to know about how I should continue doing exactly what I’m doing now, and maybe bring it up a notch. “Would you like it if I replaced my fingers on your breasts with my tongue?” – “Oh boy…” – “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” I say and press my tongue against your belly and begin to lick straight up between your breasts, gradually pressing more of my tongue against your skin the further up I ascend. We both let out a soft moan as my tongue feels the first curve of your tits, and pendulum-like, my tongue sways from side to side, uncertain of which way to go: both are so delectable. I can only wonder if both are equally sensitive or should a favour one over the other?

I get up slightly and pull you and the pillow towards me and angle your body parallel to the fire and I place my left leg between your thighs and then lean myself across you, my mouth between your tits. I open my lips and gently blow on one and then the other nipple and delight in watching your body shiver; feeling your body shake against mine like that causes a pleasant shiver all along my spine as well.

“My, these nipples do stand at attention, don’t they?” I say as I lean forward and press the tip of my tongue against your left breast, Lisa, and lick up to your nipple. My tongue dangles above it, the tip gently flicking at your nipple before my mouth descends and my lips surround it, touching the skin of your tit as my tongue begins to slowly swirl around it. Your soft whimpering begins the instant my mouth hovers above your breasts and continues as I lick and suck on your breast, again enjoying this in a way that I couldn’t have imagined. I suck for a short moment, my mouth moving to your right breast, again, my tongue dangling above your nipple and then my mouth falling, lips surrounding, wet tongue licking, swirling around and around your very aroused nipple. And Lisa, you are moaning and whimpering, inciting me to continue, your hips gently rising up against my belly and the feeling is extraordinary, it’s so wonderful to be so intimate with you, oh Lisa!

“Mmmm… ahhhh… oh yes…” you moan, and with my right hand pressed against your ribs, I can feel your heart pounding and you are silent for a moment, and then you begin to moan once more. I finish with your right breast and slide my tongue down and then up to your left once again, my tongue spinning around your nipple before my lips encircle, taking more of your breast into my mouth than before, and I begin to suck on your tit, my tongue audibly slurping across your nipple. I alternate between spinning my tongue across your nipple and outright sucking as much of your tit into my mouth as I can, seemingly trying to swallow it if that were possible. I then zip my mouth back to your right tit; both of your breasts are wet with my saliva, and I’m licking and sucking your breasts, God, you are beautiful, Lisa. As I worship your breasts with my mouth, licking faster and sucking harder, your breathing becomes more jagged, your moans are louder and I can feel your heart beat accelerating at an alarming rate, your hips uncontrollably gyrating beneath me, and I know now why you’ve never appeared more beautiful to me now than at this moment. It’s not that hot in the room but your forehead is damp. I reach out with my right hand to find your fingers and hold your hand tightly in mine, your throat visible to me now as you arch your neck back, such deep, quick breaths, oh Lisa, oh Lisa!

“Ohhhh- Oh!… Oh!… Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!…” and then a moment of silence as your hips thrust upwards one more time, harder than before, higher than before, and a last high-pitched squeal escapes from your lips, and then your body relaxes and I hold you tight, “…ohhhh…” your soft, beautiful voice, my beautiful Lisa.

“Did you just come?” I ask you as I crawl forward, my eyes staring straight into yours. – “Mmhm…” you manage to reply, your body reduced to a gelatine mass. And then a flood of emotions washes over me as I stare into your beautiful eyes and the words pour out of my mouth, “God, I love you, Lisa,” and my eyes are wet as a single tear falls along my cheek; I press my right hand against the side of your face and bring my lips to yours and kiss you. You see the wetness in my eyes, and pull your mouth away from mine for a moment, and lick away the salty tear. “I love you, too,” you say as you press your lips against mine, and our bodies are pressed together, my chest against your wet breasts, our bodies melding together, the kiss so deep, so wonderfully deep. I don’t ever want to let go of you.

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Movie theaters are always dangerous places. At least, he had always thought so. Of course, movie theaters are also exciting places, fun places, romantic places. That’s what makes them dangerous. You go in, expecting something. You might find it, you might not. Movie theaters can also be disappointing places. Like popcorn that looks fresh and hot in the yellow lamp of the popping machine, smells of butter and salt and childhood, but there’s nothing worse than sitting down in that dark, expectant room and biting into a handful of yesterday’s luke-warm, flat bits mixed in with the good stuff.

Or not having your date show up. Especially to a movie like this. Third date was supposed to be the charm, right? He had picked this movie, a French film about a knife-thrower and a young girl. It supposed to be romantic and sensual and, well, French. He had hopes that it would put the final touches on what had been a few weeks of lingering seduction, started out over a shared table at the (over-crowded) coffee bar in the middle of town. Going to this movie alone would be like having either day-old popcorn or cold coffee. They look the same, but don’t have quite the same effect on the tongue and tastebuds.

Since he had two tickets and the movie was about to start, he gave one to a young redheaded girl who was just about to buy a seat. She looked like the starving college student type, and he remembered being there himself. What the hell, random acts of beauty and all that. Since the theater was small, and the seats big, he wasn’t terribly surprised when she sat down a few seats over but in the same row. After all, theaters can be dangerous places, and a strange guy who gives you a ticket could be a killer or could be the person to save you from one, so you wanted to be near him but keeping an eye on him as well, just in case.

While theaters and popcorn can disappoint, previews never can. The slight isveçbahis rush as the lights go out and the screen flickers to life has never ceased to thrill him. And the trailers, little glimpses of alternate universes that gave you just enough to think about wanting more. Even if it’s the worst movie in the world, you see the best pieces in 90 seconds. Like a hooker on the street, you get a flash for free, without having to spend the money for the entire experience, which can, like popcorn, leave a flat and empty taste in your mouth if you feel like you didn’t get your money’s worth.

As the film begins, he relaxes into his seat. The theater is a modern “art film” house-meaning small theaters but plush seating, with the kind of arm-rests that can either hold a 40oz. Coke or be pushed out of the way for a snuggled-up movie-going experience. He always picks the seat in the far corner of the back row, so he can lean against the wall if he wants. He can also see the rest of the seats, and he amuses himself often by making up stories about the other people sharing the theater. As the smallest room in the multiplex, there are only 30 or so spots, and besides him and his unintended guest a few seats away, only a few in the front rows are filled. So it’s slim pickings for his imagination, he focuses on the film.

Like most French movies, the older man and the younger girl in the show are having a passionate, but unvoiced, flirtation. As the knife thrower trains the girl to be his “target”, at first still, but later on strapped to a spinning wheel, the sexual tension between them mounts. Slow motion becomes the order of the day.

In one particular scene, the girl, clad in a filmy negligee that conceals nothing, is slowly tied to the wheel. First one hand is stretched over her head, the strap wrapped around it, and brutally tightened. She winces, but willingly stretches her other hand over her head to be secured isveçbahis giriş as well. Next, her legs, spread and slightly bent, are secured to the spinning platform. Only her absolute trust in the knife thrower allows her to stifle what the audience clearly sees as fear tinged with anticipation. She bites her lip, and strains slightly at her bonds. Her breasts are damp with sweat, her satin covering darkening as the tension mounts. Although she is sweating, her fear is rapidly becoming arousal, and her nipples stand out against the cloth. She gives a jump as the first knife pounds home, just over her right shoulder. A gasp escapes her, and another knife sprouts millimeters from the flesh of her ankle. The knife thrower is very good. She tosses her head to the side when the man comes too close with a blade near her left ear. Her entire body strains against her bonds, and a final knife strikes the wood between her thighs, and unbeknownst to the knife thrower, draws a small trickle of blood from the soft inner skin. The act, and the scene, is over and the film moves on.

While watching, he has become entranced with the film. He enjoys French film, and speaks the language well enough that subtitles are more an amusement than a help. At the end of the knife scene, a movement catches his eye and he notices the red-haired girl leaving the theater. A few minutes later, she returns, misses her seat in the dark and ends up next to him, a small smile of apology on her lips for having clearly invaded his film going reverie. He smiles back, and thinks of the girl on the wheel.

The film continues, the knife thrower and his assistant quarrel, part company, re-unite in a Turkish marketplace. He leans back again, relaxing into the wall and his seat as the on-screen couple take their act onto a boat. Suddenly, a breath, smelling of popcorn and butter, whispers across his ear “Shhhhhhhh…..”. The arm-rest isveçbahis yeni giriş is up, and a hand ferrets its way into his crotch, releasing his manhood with an expert touch. He catches his breath, and on screen, the couple finally kisses for the first time. His eyes on the screen, his peripheral vision shows a mass of red hair in his lap, and he is drawn into the mouth of this unknown girl. This is no playful teasing, this is absolute need as her tongue surrounds him, explores the shape and contours of his organ. She has placed a hand on his thigh, preventing him from moving as he starts to thrust softly. In his experience, this is a subtle reminder from his partner not to go too deep. In this case, it is only to prevent him from making noise, his entire length in buried in between her lips, and her tongue and throat stroke him from groin to tip. He has lost track of the action on the screen, although he hasn’t taken his eyes from it. The assistant is on the wheel again, this time the knife thrower is blindfolded. His precision is as good as ever, and his “target” gives free reign to her bound-up passion, chest heaving and head twisting with every throw.

In his seat, one hand is now wrapped in the girls red hair, and he is softly grinding against her. He can feel her saliva rolling down, and the thought sends him over the edge. As the final knife strikes home, this time deliberately placed to draw blood between the French girl’s thighs, he gives a thrust which takes him even deeper than he was, and the redhead drinks him in, sucking more than he thought he had to give. He spurts into her mouth, again and again, and she swallows it down, each gulp clutching him from all sides and squeezing more out. He nearly faints, has to close his eyes against the desire to shout, and feels her tongue linger on a last drop as she draws away, and then she is gone.

As the lights come up, she leaves ahead of him and doesn’t look back. He sees his date standing outside the box office, she has mistaken which show they were supposed to see. She asks him what he wants to see now, and he replies that it doesn’t matter at all. Not at all.

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The drive to work was a mundane one, the same 32 miles, the majority on a dual carriageway and insufferably dull. I made the journey 5 days a week and had done so since April when I had started my new job as a manager of a team in Birmingham. It was a good job, perhaps not the most exciting but a good job nevertheless.

I tended to try to beat the morning traffic, I knew that if I left before 7am I could be in around 8am. If I left it much later, everything seemed to back up and I could struggle on occasions to get there for 9am. So after a few months I dropped into a routine, get up, shower and shave, cup of tea and some cereal and then in the car in time to catch the 7 o’clock news. I drive a black Ford Focus, mid range, but comfy enough and very economical. I had been single since my separation the previous year, we had grown apart after 20 years of being together. My wife was in a new relationship but we remained good mates — we’d had plenty of good times together but simply worn each other out.

Even with the early start there was always a slight back up, one stretch of the journey had recently had installed a 60mph speed limit, it is for about 5 miles and it is controlled by average speed cameras. The result being that everyone drops their speed to 63/64 mph and we all cruise along together, variously passing each other very slowly. At the end there is a large island and as the two lanes approach it, there is invariably a 3 — 400 yard queue. It moves fairly quickly but it is a bit frustrating, at that time in the morning you just want to get across the island, back onto the quicker part of the dual carriageway and into work.

I first noticed her about a month ago, I think she passed me first, on the 60 mph section, she cruised past me a couple of mph quicker than me. She was in a 4×4 so was a bit higher up but I could see that she was blonde — platinum blonde, pretty and her nails were immaculate as she gripped the steering wheel. It was a couple of days later that I saw her again, once more she cruised past me, this time she had more than got my interest, so once she had pulled in front of me and slowed slightly I gradually pulled out and passed her. She didn’t seem to notice me checking her out, her hair was just beyond shoulder length and there appeared to be a healthy swell of her chest. She was well tanned and perfectly made up with pale pink lip-gloss and French manicured nails. As we approached the roundabout she stayed behind me so I continued to check her out in the mirror. She didn’t notice at all, but I enjoyed the view and it made my journey brighter. Eventually though the traffic moved and we crossed the roundabout. Once on the faster section she soon pulled out and zoomed past me, she would be at work before me for sure.

About a week later I saw her again, this time there was an accident ahead and we were backed up. I was fed up but had the radio on high and was singing along to Meatloaf. As we crawled along, I glanced sideways and there she was, my vision of beauty, also singing along as Meat belted it out. This time we both glanced at each other at the same time, realised we both been caught singing along without a care in the world. The banality of it tickled us both and we both stopped and laughed almost apologetically. She had a beautiful smile and laugh it was just a random moment, we sort of waved at each other and looked away — concentrate on the road I thought. I had though been able to hold the glance long enough to confirm my fleeting view of before that she did indeed have a full chest, her seatbelt was stretched across and between her breasts and they filled her blouse impressively. Once past the roundabout though, she was off again, I began to wonder where she worked.

I looked out for her as I drove home but never saw her. The following morning I followed the usual routine got into the car just in time for the news, and set off to work. I kept checking the mirror looking out for the red 4×4 and my anonymous blonde but there was no sign, I wondered where she was and where she worked.

It was 2 weeks last Friday when I saw her again, I was almost into the city when she whizzed past me, I had a bit of time so I thought I would try to see where she was going. As we got into the centre it was easy to see where she was going the bright red Kuga stood out a mile. I had reached my normal parking area and was just about to pull in and park up when saw her indicating left. What the hell, I could always do a loop around, so I carried on a little further and turned up the same street. Just in time, I saw her pull into a private underground garage. She sure had my interest.

The day didn’t go as planned, I was looking to get away at 3pm but was told early on that I was needed in a meeting with the boss at 4pm. That was likely to go on until at least 5, still that meant I had the opportunity for a leisurely lunch. It was a lovely late spring day so I decided to walk into the square and isveçbahis grab a sandwich and a juice. I was sitting there minding my own business when she walked straight into the coffee shop. A couple of minutes later she came out clutching a sandwich and a coffee. It was busy but there were a few spare tables, but she came straight over to me.

“Hi” she said, “I think we have sort of met but then again we haven’t, I’m Penny.”

“John” I mumbled, “please, feel free”, I gestured to the empty seat.

She was even more beautiful than I had realised, petite — about 5’2″ but with a gorgeous figure. Her full breasts filled her silk blouse and pushed out the lapels of her navy suit jacket nicely, she had tight matching trousers on that were immaculately tailored. As she bent to put her bag on the floor, I had an excellent view of her behind, round and homely. A perfect shape for me, I started to wonder what it would be like to fuck her in the shower.

I was brought back to earth when I caught her say something about Radio 2.

“Sorry” I said,

“So you listen to Radio 2 on the way in as well do you?” she asked

“Yes, sorry, I was miles away, I’m afraid I do, can’t say my singing is up to much though, probably as well we were in separate cars, it could have been a painful experience for you.”

“Really?” she said with a mischievous grin, “I might have enjoyed that.”

We chit chatted whilst we ate our sandwiches and drank our coffee, I learned she was a lawyer, loved her job, hated her journey and was single and had a teenager lad who had just gone off to college. I was doing the calculations, he had to be 18 minimum, she really didn’t look old enough…

“39 ” she said, as if reading my mind, “It’s my fortieth in 3 weeks.”

I managed to mumble something about her not looking a day over 25 and that all his friends must love coming around to see him. She laughed and there was a definite twinkle in her eyes. We continued chatting, it seemed very natural and easy to talk to her and the conversation became increasingly flirtatious, she certainly had my interest! Before we knew it though it was time to get back to work. I thanked her for sharing lunch with me and I promised to carry on singing — with the windows very firmly closed.

I went back to work a spent most of the afternoon wondering whether we really had made a connection, whether there was an opportunity and whether we would meet again.

The 4pm meeting was a bind, too many people have too much too say and not making much sense, my thoughts kept drifting, especially when the Assistant Director popped a button and revealed a little too much cleavage — nice but not as good as my goddess from the coffee shop.

Finally I got away at 5.20pm, right at the peak of the rush hour. I crawled out of the city and finally made it to the dual carriageway but it was still slow. I had the radio for company though and was looking forward to a cool beer once I got home. Then the traffic news came on, accident on the road I was on, one lane blocked and long delays — it was right ahead of me, no chance of escaping it, the traffic was already drawing to a halt. Ah well, nothing I can do about it but to sing-a-long. I moved about a mile in 30 minutes, the outside lane seemed to be moving a little faster though, I kept checking out the drivers as the meandered past. And then there she was — her 4×4 gradually came up alongside — I was singing to Tom Jones – so was she, we exchanged glances, and laughed — shrugged shoulders at each other and smiled again. Then, without warning she looked straight at me and mouthed very clearly “Follow me!”.

I just nodded, and we both smiled, her lane moved and I managed to pull in behind her. My mind raced ahead — I wondered what she had in mind and I felt a definite stirring.

The traffic took an age but finally we cleared the accident and began to build up speed, it was difficult to keep up with her, but I just about managed it. Eventually she indicated left and slowed slightly to take the exit. I followed at a reasonable distance wondering what she had planned I didn’t think for a minute about the risks of following a complete stranger into a part of the town I was not familiar with. She continued for a couple of miles and then indicated right and turned into a modest modern housing estate. Her car slowed again and she turned into a drive in front of a detached house. There was space on the drive for two cars, so I pulled right alongside. I looked over and smiled, she smiled back grabbed her bag and stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. I jumped out of the car, trying to gather my thoughts.

“Quick” she whispered, “don’t let all the neighbours see.”

I stepped into the house and she closed the door behind me, dropping her bag onto the low table next to the door. She walked past me and started to climb the stairs, I stood rooted to the spot. A few steps up, she stooped, isveçbahis giriş looked over her shoulder straight at me and whispered “Follow Me!”

I started after her. I was now fully aroused. At the top of the stairs, I caught her shoulder, she turned and I bent my head to kiss her. She inclined her neck to me and our lips met. It was a gentle caress, a brush of our lips. My hands reached behind her and I held her to me, and I slipped my hand beneath her hair and to the back of her head. We kissed again, more urgently this time, our mouths parted and our tongues touched. Her body was pressed against mine, my erect cock was straining in my trousers, she must have felt it as we held each other tightly, it was pressed firmly into her tummy. She broke our kiss and pulled me through the door and into the master bedroom. We grabbed each other again and kissed, deeply, moving towards the bed. The backs of my knees hit the bed and I fell back onto it. She stood up from me, I reached for her.

“Wait” she said and stepped away from me. “I’ll be back in 2 mins. There is another bathroom on the landing if you need it.” I almost ran to the bathroom. I figured I ought to pee and clean up. But it was mighty difficult with a rock hard cock.

Eventually though I managed it, had a quick rinse of water, kicked of my shoes and jacket and went back to the bedroom. I sat back on the bed. Within a minute or so she appeared from the en suite. A stunning vision of beauty. Her suit jacket and trousers were gone, her hair cascading over her ivory silk blouse that had several buttons undone, her bra had disappeared as well but the fabric of her blouse was still stretched taut by the swell of her breasts, the outline of her nipples clearly visible through the silky blouse. Her knickers were plain and white but high legged and she had kept her heels. She had re-done her make and her lips looked so kissable. She walked towards me as I sat at the end of the bed. I started to rise to meet her but she pushed me back and sat astride me as we kissed again. My hands ran up and down her back under her blouse, allowing my fingernails to lightly scratch and tickle her back, from the nape of her neck down to the tops of her knickers. We continued our deep kiss, tongues battled each other. Her chest was pushing into mine and she was grinding herself onto me.

Then she stopped, pulled herself off of me and stood in front of me. He blouse still fastened by a few buttons.

“Stand up” she said. I rose and reached for her.

“No,” she said, “stand still, you have too many clothes on.”

She reached up to the knot on my tie and pulled it open, she dragged the tie and pulled it out from around my neck.

“That may come in useful later,” she said as she dropped it to the floor.

She began to unbutton my shirt, from the top down pulling it out from my trousers as she went as she was doing this I unfastened the cufflinks and dropped them on the bed. Once undone she pulled it off from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her fingers now went to my belt, expertly she pulled the leather strap out of the buckle and unfastened it. She popped the button on the trousers and slowly, so slowly worked the zipper down. My trousers fell to the floor and I was stood there in front of her in my socks and tight boxers, massive hard on jutting out of the front and a large spot of precum at the tip of my cock.

Now it was my turn, I tipped her chin up to my face and kissed her. At the same time I began to unbutton the few buttons left on her blouse. As that slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor, her breasts were magnificent, well rounded firm and topped off with large brown nipples that stood out to a point about half an inch proud. I ran the backs of my nails around the edges of her breasts, I so wanted to grab and squeeze them but wanted to savour this. Gradually I worked my fingernails inwards in a circular motion until I was circling her nipples. The skin of her nipples reacted and firmed up, if anything her buds grew larger. Finally I gently scraped my nails across the tops of her nipples, he legs buckled and she groaned. She fell onto the bed and I alongside her, ridding myself from my socks as quick as I could. We lay facing each other and we kissed, whist we did so my free arm was caressing her, down the middle of her back, across her shoulders, tickling the nape of her neck, running down her legs as far as I could reach, along her bum, lightly tickling and scratching either side of the material of her knickers.

I moved over her propping myself up on one arm, allowing my access to the front of her body. I alternated the tickling and light scratching along her tummy and beneath her breasts, again circling her nipples, though again avoiding touching them. I ran my fingertips across the top of her knickers, so close to her pubis and then away again, sweeping my fingers down her legs and back up her inner thighs, teasing and avoiding isveçbahis yeni giriş her most sensitive areas. Her breathing had deepened now and she lay on the bed, hair splayed, chest heaving. I gently leant over and kissed her and then moved my mouth lower, placing little kisses onto her chin and beneath it onto her throat. I gently licked and kissed her earlobes and then onto each shoulder. My tongue moved down towards her breasts kissing and lapping gently around each nipple. Finally I could resist no longer taking each nipple in to my mouth in turn, swirling it over the firm bud, gently grazing my teeth over each as she arched her back and moaned in appreciation.

I started to move lower and her breathing increased in anticipation. At her bellybutton I swirled my tongue around the outside of it before dipping it in and lapping causing her to whimper as it tickled her. I carried on lower, now my eyes were focussed firmly on the tight white knickers that covered her pussy. I hooked my finger into either side and gradually began to lower them. Her hips rose simultaneously to allow me to remove them and finally I knelt between her legs, the glory of he pussy in my view. Her bush was well trimmed, light coloured and wispy but around her lips she was smooth and hairless. Her outer lips were puffy and engorged, a trickle of juice ran down over her perineum and onto her little hole. It was absolutely stunning. I lowered my head and gently flicked her lips with my tongue, barely touching them. She immediately flinched and took a sharp intake of breath. I flicked out again, this time a little more purposefully, flicking my tongue from side to side over the length of her slit.

Gradually her lips began to part slightly and as they did I had a wonderful musky aroma fill my nose as the juices of her arousal were exposed. I needed to taste her sweetness so dipped my tongue right into to the warmest and wettest part, running her juices up and down her slit but all the time avoiding her clit. I tongued her in and out and tasted her sweet juice, coating her pussy lips and my face with it. Her breathing had increased, she was close, and I began, ever so gently to flick her clit with my tongue. Side to side and up and down I flicked my tongue over it at top speed. I felt her hand on my head, guiding me and urging me on. I slowly increased the pressure, flicking and licking harder. She was close now, her breathing had increased and she was thrusting her hips towards my face. I continued to lick and lap as quickly and as hard as possible, barely pausing to take a breath. Then it hit her, she bucked and screamed and came on my face. A shuddering orgasm that seemed to take her breath away.

I stayed where I was as her legs gripped my head until she relaxed as the orgasm subsided. I pulled my head away a little and gazed in awe at her beautiful gaping pussy, lips spread with a bright pink slit soaked with juices and my saliva. It was pulsing gently. I blew on it gently and watched it contract and throb as I did so. I dipped my head and started to kiss it ever so gently, she moaned and sighed with pleasure. I kissed and nibbled all around before dropping my tongue to her ass hole, a few little flicks on that and she was trembling again. I continued to lap away, steadily increasing the pressure and then gradually I raised my tongue back up her slit up to her engorged clit, as my tongue flicked over it there was an instant response and her back arched again, her hips driving her pussy onto my face, I licked and lapped and flicked again until with a scream and a moan another huge orgasm crashed through her body, she shuddering as she shrieked as she clamped her legs around my face. I could barely breathe until at last she subsided and went limp.

Of course I was anything but limp but she was spent. She beckoned me up to her and kissed me deeply tasting her own juices in mouth and on my face. We hugged tightly and said nothing, she was complete in my arms and I knew I had to be patient.

After a while, probably about twenty minutes she pushed herself off me and went to the bathroom calling for me to follow. I heard the shower running so I went to join her. It was a great big power shower with plenty of room for two. She kissed me deeply and began to wash her hair. I took over, massaging her head as I rubbed the soapy shampoo through her hair. I took the gel and soaped her back down beneath the crack of her bum and her legs. I reached around her soaping her breasts, finally squeezing each of them and rolling her nipples between my thumb and fingers. My hands worked lower between her legs and I soaped her twat, running my fingers through her pubic hair and along her slit. My cock was once again back to full attention and was pressed between her arse cheeks into the small of her back. As I continued to caress her pussy she turned and kissed me before moving her mouth to my chest, licking and biting my nipples. Her hands were now on my cock and balls, pulling the foreskin back and scratching my balls. “Condom?” I asked.

“In the bedroom,” she whispered, “but I have something else in mind first’ she continued and with that she slid down my body and knelt in front of me.

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Continuation of Forbidden Sex — We crossed the line

For those of you that did not read part one, here’s the short version. I am a sub who met my domme on EP. The rules we set as we began our relationship were simple, we would never meet. Things went down hill fast once I learned that my Domme lived less than 30 minutes away from my vacation home. These stories are my attempt to put that single meeting (which lasted … for a while) into words.

Waking it was clear we both needed a shower. It’s one thing to get down and dirty in the heat of the moment, but waking up several hours later covered in (well, you know), it was time to hit the shower. And you had one awesome shower, very large with double shower heads, one on each side. I never actually appreciated a two head shower until you and I were in there together. It’s actually very cool as we can both stay under the warmth of the water spray while “being with” the other. A brief forty minute shower later ….

and opening the shower door I was shocked at the amount of steam that had filled your bathroom. I couldn’t even see far enough to find the towel that I knew was on the rack. After resorting to feeling along the wall, mission accomplished!

As the final water drained away and you were wrapping your hair in one towel, I could’t help but notice how awesome you smelled. The scent of your freshly isveçbahis showered body was intoxicating and I found myself taking long deep breathes in hopes of savor this moment. You step from the shower into my arms as I gently rest my head against yours, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobes as I held your body tightly against mine. The water from your body tastes soooo sweet as I start slowly licking you dry inch by inch. You try and say something … “R**h, we should …. but I “sssshush” you. I’m not ready for this moment to end ***** my dear. You feel heavenly and I’m not ready to let this moment end a second before I absolutely must.

After finally having my arms pried from you body, we succesful make it to your bed. A warm light breeze from an open window begins to dry our still wet bodies. Although it’s mid December, the weather in SW Florida is a beautiful 84 degrees which makes the breeze a welcomed addition. We can hear the birds chirping and the sound of a lawn mower in the distance. It’s mid afternoon and most are still at work.

You lay down on your back leaving just your feet hanging over the side. I smile. You close your eyes as your arms come to rest above your head. You know what I want and are happy to oblige. Running my hands from your waist down your incredibly smooth and tone legs and then to your feet brings a smile to your face. You are isveçbahis giriş happy, and that is what I care most about.

I’ve always fantasized about making love to your feet and we have chatted about it several times over the months. You had always told me that if we ever met you would allow me my fantasy. We of course never planned to meet, so I wasn’t sure what your reaction would be if I tried. Today I would learn. There you lay, hands over your head, eyes closed, wearing nothing but a smile. We both knew what was coming next. I was so excited and nervous at the same time.

Lowering myself to the floor I begin massaging your feet. Your nail polish bright red, no doubt chosen for me as you know I love the color. Kissing and licking your soles with all the love I feel for you. Taking each toe into my mouth and swirl my tongue around all sides. You taste delicious and I find myself sucking a bit too hard for which I receive a quick flick of your toe and a “hey, easy boy those are mine”. Smiling inside, I continue my attention as I know I am pleasing you. I make love to your feet with a passion normally reserved for dreams. I am pleasing you, and that pleases me.

Before long I can sense you are becoming aroused as you spread your legs ever so slightly, and then a bit more. I start to smell the sweetness of your building excitement as I breathe deeply trying isveçbahis yeni giriş to capture your scent. Your hand slides to your sweetness and you begin rubbing yourself ever so slightly. I instantly get hard seeing you. I can’t believe what I am seeing, watching you play with yourself as I make love to your feet. You’re breathing continues to increase, your muscles becoming more tense, your rubbing yourself harder now, I can tell you will not last long.

Within minutes you are working your fingers quickly in and out of your wet pussy and I can’t help but to watch you. I’ve never seen you pleasure yourself before. I feel like I should help but can’t seem to move. I’m frozen in place, memorized by what I’m watching. It’s so beautiful, so sexy, so fucking hot, all rolled together in one moment, one experience.

Within moments you cum with a force that nearly lifts your body off the bed, almost in slow motion, and then fall limp. We say nothing as I lay down next to you and give you a kiss. You smile back at me and close your eyes. I stare in silence at your face, thinking how beautiful you are and how lucky I am to have met you.

After few minutes of rest you open your eyes and turn to me … your turn boy. I look at you somewhat perplexed … what do you mean? You respond by telling me how much you loved that I watched you pleasure yourself and that you want the same opportunity. That you want to watch me pleasure myself. I of course don’t complain and move to the floor. Sitting with my back leaning against the bed I ask you to sit in front of me. You do and I masturbate for you…

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