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Her son’s friend could barely stop staring at Cassie, despite her son and her husband being right there in the same room. Truth was, Cassie couldn’t stop staring at him either. Tall. Black. Handsome. Not in a boyish way, either, like so many of Tom’s other friends. No. He was well put-together, clean-shaven from his neck to the top of his head. Sleek, a swimmer’s body, light but moving like he could go.

She caught him looking again, and she liked it. Liked it a lot. Her thighs parted, and her lips opened just so. His eyes narrowed, a faint trace of a smile appearing and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Dangerous, this one. Christ, but her thighs were damp just thinking about it. Could he see? The little white skirt barely hid anything at all. She hadn’t been expecting them. Just passing through on their way to spring break in New Bainbridge. Sixty miles out of their way, but Tom was eager to introduce his friend and roommate for that upcoming summer once they were done with the required year in their freshmen dorm.

“You seem much older than a freshman,” Cassie’s husband said.

“Nineteen,” Blake said, his eyes flicking back towards Cassie again. The message was clear. Young – but legal.

“So what do you fellas have planned for spring break?” her husband rolled on.

Cassie stood up and murmured, “I’m going to fix us some snacks.”

“I’ll help,” Blake offered.

“Hey, a gentleman too,” her husband said, and Cassie almost broke out in a laugh. Or tears. Sure, she’d looked at other men before. But never had she stepped out on him. Not once. And she knew right where this was going. What she needed to happen.

Down the hallway they went together, and this stranger – this young man, and didn’t that make her as slick as Astroglide – reached down to openly palm her ass. She jumped and swatted his hip, but here, so close to the living room, neither of them could say a word. She couldn’t protest when he gripped the hem of the skirt and raised it, taking a glance down at the jiggle of her motherly ass in her powder blue bikini briefs and breathing a sigh of pleasure. Cassie was as fit as she’d been when she first had Tom at nineteen, and she was proud of how fit and trim she was. But that ass and her breasts had always had a bit of extra meat to them. It drove her husband and most the men she knew wild. Junk in the trunk. An ass that didn’t quit.

Only the dining room separated escort bayan mecidiyeköy the kitchen from the living room, save for a big island and bar combination. If Cassie’s husband or her son decided to walk down the hallway, they would barely be hidden. The thought made her even more damp, and by the time they reached the fridge, her breath came in short, frantic bursts, her eyes nearly squeezed shut – and Blake had barely yet begun to touch her.

He stood behind her, undoing the belt on his khaki shorts as Cassie bent over for him perhaps a bit unnecessarily far, showing off the bottom swells of her cheeks. There had to be a damp spot between her legs. She wondered if he saw it now, and closed her eyes, shivering at the thought of what was to come.

She got as far as laying the cucumber on the cutting board before he stepped up behind her, a cock the size of which she’d never felt rubbing against the fabric between her ass cheeks. Cassie tried not to gasp, and looked over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with need.

“You have to be quick,” she whispered.

Her son’s friend brought his lips to her ear. “Not before I’ve made you come.”

The skirt slid up. He gripped it with one hand and bent her over with the other, leaving her resting on her elbows on the cutting board, her eyes squeezed shut. No time was wasted. He slid her panties down, and there, between her legs, was the meatiest, longest prick she’d ever felt.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. Thoughts of her husband in the next room. Her son. Her wedding day. Her vows. Her promises about to be shattered.

And then Blake was inside her.

Full. Oh holy fuck, she was full. The one man who had fucked her the last eighteen years felt more like a finger in comparison to this bastard’s fat cock. There was no teasing her or taking his time. They both knew what this was and that seconds counted. He fucked into Cassie with hard, full strokes, his balls slapping off her ass so loud she was sure her husband would ask what the sound was. If she hadn’t given birth, the sheer size of Blake would have been painful. As it was, he was big enough to make her spread her hips wide, but oh God, the pleasure was electrifying.

Once he had a rhythm, Blake jerked her blouse free of her skirt and pulled her back nearly upright, so she was balanced on her hands bent over the counter. His cock pounded into her as he slipped fındıkzade escort his hands up her blouse and to the cups of her bra, tugging them down roughly. He palmed her breasts, grunting his approval into her ear as he nakedly groped and fucked her where anyone could see if they walked in.

It was that thought and the rough pleasure her son’s friend gave her that set Cassie off the first time. She arched upright, slamming her ass backwards against Blake’s groin. Her head reared back and he kissed her neck as she gushed on his cock, coming with a force she’d never felt before. This was so dirty, so raw, so wrong that she didn’t quite come down, the sensations rolling into her in continual waves as he pounded her harder still, his breath coming faster and faster. One of his hands slid out of her blouse and grabbed a fistful of her short bleach blonde hair and dark roots, and she yelped as he tugged it backwards, forcing her head back so far it was almost painful.

“Everything okay, Mom?” Tom yelled from the other room.

“Everything okay, Mom?” Blake whispered, flexing his enormous prick deep inside her.

“Shut up and fuck me, you prick,” she whispered back, and then louder, “Everything’s fine, honey. Just about cut myself.”

“Be careful,” her son called back.

Blake snorted. “I’ll take care of her,” he shouted back.

“Oh ha ha,” Tom called back.

If only her son knew how hard Blake was giving it to her at that moment. He still had that fistful of hair, making her back arch like a bow, thrusting her chest out as his cock buried itself deep time and time again while he palmed her breast, squeezing it hard, not giving a single fuck about her pleasure. Not once had Cassie ever been dominated like this. Used. She loved it. She wanted to be fucked and tossed away, a toy for this stud’s use. Some demented door in her mind had been opened that day and Cassie knew it couldn’t be closed again. She didn’t want it to be.

She wondered just before she came again how many other friends of Tom’s she’d fuck in the years to come. How many young men she’d let fill her pussy. Her mouth.

What she didn’t think about was her ass.

Cassie clapped a hand over her own mouth, crying out into it as her pussy gripped and slurped Blake down, pulsing with her pleasure, her second orgasm as powerful as the first and as unrelenting. Surely she had to go numb from the fatih escort feelings sometime, but that wasn’t now. Especially not with what Blake had planned.

He jerked out of her and her juices flooded her thighs, her legs. She dripped onto the tile and bent over the counter, trying to breathe as hard as she needed as silently as she could. Blake reached for something but she didn’t see. Didn’t realize what he was up to until he’d lathered himself in the coconut oil and pressed his mammoth head to her ass. Her eyes shot wide, and then his cock was pushing into her ring.

She balled up her fists and nearly beat them into the counter. It was everything the hot mother could do not to scream both with pleasure and the sudden intrusion into her most delicate hole. Blake filled her ass completely, her ridges gripping his first couple inches tight. That was all she could take. It was all he needed. He grabbed her waist and pulled back with a loud squelch, then shoved back in. His big hand slipped over to the cucumber on the cutting board and he grabbed it.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered as he brought it down to her sex. “Oh my God, oh shit…”

The head of the cucumber was, incredibly, nowhere near as thick as his dick, and slid into her well-used pussy. It felt like the only thing separating his fat dick and the tissue was the thinnest wisp of membrane, as though the two might meet inside Cassie. His other hand pulled out of her blouse and clamped across her mouth as he began to pump in and out of her with both his dick and the cucumber. Pleasure pounded into her as he did, another orgasm, so many in quick succession, her body jiggling on him with no control.

He came without warning, thrusting deeper in Cassie’s ass than he’d done before, his hot seed pumping her full of warmth. The cucumber slid out of her, dripping with her sex. He stayed inside her ass as he brought the cucumber to her lips. “Suck it,” he whispered into her ear, and Cassie did, blushing furiously, tasting her own pussy on it. A camera click, and she glanced over in time to catch the second one. Blake took a few more selfies. She should have looked away. Should have fought him. Instead she sucked the cucumber deeper, moaning as he got a close-up of his dick in her ass.

When he finally pulled out of her, his seed dribbled down the crack of her ass, joining her juices on her leg and the floor. She turned to him. “Go get cleaned up,” he murmured into her ear.

She nodded, still trying to catch her breath. “The pictures. Send them to me.”

He blinked, surprised, and then grinned. “You got it.”

“And show his friends. Anyone with a dick half as big as yours. Tell them my door’s always open.”

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I realized there were quite a few grammatical errors in my first story so I have edited it. I apologize for the errors. Now if I can only find the way to remove the first one…

*

Until I retired a few years ago, I spent my adult life working in prisons as a correctional officer, Lieutenant and Captain. The following is a story of what happened to me while on the job as a lieutenant.

They say prison isn’t the best place to get sex and for the most part I agree. Although, depending on what type of joint you work, it’s not difficult to do. Sex with inmates can be easy. But sex with inmates, male or female, is illegal and can get you put in prison yourself. Sex with a fellow staff member, however, happens all the time. It might not be as easy but it is often worth the effort.

Becky was a psychologist at our institution. She treated inmates with mental health problems. Becky wasn’t a raving beauty – she was just incredibly cute. She had blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes behind very thin, frameless glasses, a gorgeous smile and a runner’s body – small, firm breasts, muscular legs and a tight ass. She ran at least 5 miles every day.

Becky and I got to know each other well when I was assigned as the lieutenant in the segregation unit. My job was to keep things running in an orderly fashion, making sure the inmates complied with all rules and regulations and that they got everything that they had coming by law. One thing they were entitled to was periodic reviews by me, their case workers and counselors, religious services and mental health services.

Becky came to the Seg unit several times a week and would stop in my office to chat and to fill me in on anything she thought I needed to know. We quickly developed a friendship. I was a few years older than she but took care of myself, working out with weights on a regular basis.

Eventually Becky and I began communicating on the institution’s instant messaging service on the computer system. We talked about business in the beginning but as our friendship developed our conversations became more personal. One day I got bold and told her I liked when she came to see me because I really enjoyed watching her ass as she walked down the corridor from my office. She liked that. Our conversations became intimate after that and it wasn’t long before we were having fairly racy sexual conversations about who we’d been with, what we liked, etc.

Becky was unhappily married at the time but escort şişli I was single and unattached. I was having fun, using her for great masturbation sessions in the evenings at home.

One day, during a particularly hot messaging conversation, I took a chance and told her that we needed to stop because she was making me hard.

“I’m already wet…” came her response.

I knew with her marital situation that getting together after work was probably a fantasy so I told her “When I get home today I’m going to masturbate while reliving this conversation. Is it OK with you if I fantasize about you while I get off?”

“Certainly,” came her response. “As long as you tell me about it tomorrow.”

How could I pass that up? I lived 11 miles from the joint and thought about nothing else on the way home. I was hard when I pulled into the garage. I stripped off my clothes as I walked toward the bedroom, leaving them in a trail behind me. My cock was leading the way, dripping pre-cum on the floor. I had my hand around it before I hit the bed and was stroking away, remembering Becky’s words “I’m already wet…”

I stroked myself hard and fast and it took only minutes before I shot wad after wad of hot cum all over my chest and stomach. I had been alone for several months and this was the first real excitement I’d had besides reading Literotica while jerking off.

As the weeks went by our conversations online became more and more intimate and detailed. (I did tell her the next day about my orgasm using her as my subject. Again she told me “you’re making me wet…”

One day we talked about the day that we would eventually make love. She told me she wanted to take me in her mouth and make me hard as a rock, then feel me deep inside her. She told me her panties were dripping from our conversation and that she couldn’t wait to get home and make herself cum.

We had just finished that conversation on the messaging system. She was in her office, I was in mine.

She told me she was wet. I told her I was hard. She typed “Wish I could see it.”

I decided it was time to do something about this lust once and for all. I told her I had to go and immediately left my office for hers. When she saw me at the door she looked a little surprised.

“Hey Becky,” I said. “you got a minute? I need to talk to you about something.” I made sure if anyone was listening they heard me so they would understand that I was having a private besiktas escort conversation with her. That’s why the door would be closed.

Her eyes opened wide for a second and she replied “Sure. Come on in.”

I closed the door and looked at her with pure lust. I think she knew what was on my mind. She was wearing a beige skirt with a white blouse and she looked incredible.. She turned back toward the papers on her desk for a moment and I stepped behind her. Putting my hands on her shoulders I began to massage them.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” she whispered. But even as she said it I felt her body respond to my touch. She leaned slightly forward and took a deep breath.

“I just wanted to touch you. I’m so incredibly horny right now that I’m already hard again,” I replied.

I rubbed her shoulders for a minute or so as her body responded. Her breathing deepened and I could tell she were getting excited. With my left hand I moved her hair to the side and leaned down to kiss and nibble her neck. She let out an audible moan – at least audible to me. I continued to kiss and lick her neck then kissed the side of her face.

She turned to me and kissed me passionately. Our tongues played together as she turned far enough to reach out and grasp my throbbing erection through my pants. I reached down with my right hand and cupped her left breast. I could feel her hard nipple trying to break through the fabric that covers it. I played with it, pinched it lightly, rolled it between my fingers, and just generally enjoyed what I was doing to she.

Suddenly she broke the kiss and stood up. I was afraid we had gone to far and she was putting a stop to it. Instead, she reached for my zipper, pulled it down and fished my hard cock out of my underwear. She had said she wanted to see it – and there it was. She grasped it in her right hand and gently squeezed and stroked it as she kissed me once again, burying her tongue as far into my mouth as it would go.

Suddenly I was in heaven. A jolt of electricity shot through me as she bent down and her tongue caressed my swollen cock head. Her hand was still there, slowly stroking. I knew I could easily cum in her mouth if that’s what she wanted.

To distract myself I leaned over and pulled up the back of her skirt. Her red thong underwear made her ass look incredible. I reached over with my right arm and rubbed her gorgeous ass, then moved a bit further until I felt warm wetness escort taksim in the fabric of the thong. (Thank goodness for long arms!) I slid the fabric to the side and inserted my middle finger into her. We both moaned at the same time. I worked that finger in and out a few times then added a second. I began thrusting gently into her as she performed her oral magic on me.

I began thinking we were going to get each other off like this when she stopped, stood up and said “Oh shit! I need to lock the door!”

She moved quickly and silently to the door, removing her keys from her belt and quietly turning the lock. When she turned around I was standing there slowly stroking my hard-on with my fist. She watched for a moment with a smile on her face, then stepped over to me and kissed me once again, placing her hand over mine.

Suddenly she reached under her skirt and removed her thong. She stood to face me and said “Here’s a souvenir,” handing it to me. I put them to my nose to inhale her wonderful aroma then placed them in my pocket. She turned around, pulled up her skirt, bent over the desk and said “Take me. Right here, right now.”

I moved forward and lined up with that incredible, warm, wet, waiting vagina. I could see her wetness on her legs and ass. She was ready. My cock was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. We were both ready.

In one smooth motion I pushed into her all the way to the base.

“Ooooohhhhhh… that feels so good. I want you to make me cum. I need you to make me cum. And I need you to cum deep inside me,” she whispered. We’re still being as quiet as we can, considering.

I pulled out nearly all the way and pushed into her again.

“Ugh. That is so good,” she said.

Her fingers came in contact with my cock and I realize she was stroking her clitoris as I thrust into her. That’s good because I needed her to cum before I lost it and exploded inside her. I picked up the pace a little, moving my hips up and back as I slid in and out of her.

Her breathing quickened, as did her little whimpers of pleasure. “I’m close,” she said. “Go faster. I’m going to cum!”

I began pounding into her as hard as I could while maintaining as much quiet as possible. By that time I was ready to moan loudly and tell her how great it was to finally be making love with her. But we still had to be quiet.

I reached around and began fondling both of her breasts while I continued to pound into her. It worked.

“Oh, God… I’m there. Keep doing that. I’m going to cum. Oh, my God. Here it is. C’mon babe – cum with me. Cum in me! Oh… Oh… Ooooohhhhh…!”

Just as I was getting ready to fire my load inside her – I woke up, hard as a rock and panting…

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As we walked into the college Presbyterian Center, Bill headed straight for the recreation room. “Come on,” Bill begged. “Let’s get in a quick game of ping pong.”

“Okay, I’ll give you another chance at me,” I teased, knowing that our games were never quick. Bill was a much better offensive player than I was, but I could return the most incredible shots. Between his offense and my defense, our games generally lasted quite some time, and provided excellent hand-eye coordination and even aerobic exercise. We were both sophomores in one of the best engineering schools in the country, and had become fast friends during the last semester.

After I squeaked by on the first game, while he ‘warmed up’ his aggressive shots, he mentioned to me that his roommate was moving out at the end of the semester. “Yeah, Tom’s graduating,” he said. “Are you interested in rooming together?”

My brows arched immediately. “Actually, I’d love to live here.” You see … the Presbyterian Center had three bedrooms. Two rooms shared one bathroom with a long double sink, single toilet, and a double shower stall, while the other bedroom had it’s own bathroom with a home-style sink, toilet, and tub. With two students per room, the center generally had four men and two women rooming there. The six members actively cared for the center and helped run different activities throughout each semester. A minister had an office near the front door and worked during business hours to manage the center’s finances, maintenance, and general schedule of events. It was a great opportunity, but hard to come by. Once someone got into one of the six billets, they usually stayed till graduation.

“Well, I’ll get you an application and we’ll see if we can get you in.” Bill said as he started the next game, trying to catch me off guard.

~ * ~

Two months later, at the start of the next semester, I was moved into the Presbyterian Center. It was a lot more peaceful than the rowdy dorms had been, and I enjoyed the facilities for study and recreation, not to mention getting to know my new friend better, and meeting others. The two girls living there were Susan and Beth, and both were very nice. I mention them here because they both enter into the story at hand.

Susan was a senior and had been living at the center for a while. She was a fun person to talk with, and I enjoyed her insights on the center’s activities, as well as other events at the university. In addition, she was one of those girls I could get very personal with and not feel I was being ‘evaluated.’ It was ok for me to be me.

Beth was a sophomore and, like me, was a new resident of the Presbyterian Center. She was a petite girl at 5’ 3” with small pert breasts that jiggled beneath the skimpy T-shirts she liked to wear. I guess she figured she was small enough she didn’t need a bra. At least, it didn’t seem she wore one. I wondered how the minister would accept her attire, which included a baby blue pair of short shorts that I found myself guilty of staring at on more than one occasion, especially when she sat on the couch to read or study. But the minister never said anything that I know of. All in all, we were a pretty easygoing bunch.

One morning I came back from an early class and headed for my room to drop my things off. As I passed the guys’ bathroom, accessible from a short hallway leading to our two rooms, I saw a handwritten sign on the door that read “Women,” and I heard the shower going. I didn’t have a need at the moment, but I put my things in my room and made my way to the minister’s office. He explained that the girl’s bathroom was having plumbing problems and should be fixed later in the day. We had public restrooms downstairs, so it certainly wasn’t a problem while Susan took a shower.

After a little study in the upstairs study room, I got up to relieve myself and headed for the stairs. Before I got there, however, I saw anal escort Susan walking out of the residence area, dressed and hosting a towel wrapped around her damp hair as she headed for the minister’s office. We exchanged greetings and I made my way to the regular bathroom instead of going downstairs. It still had the “Women” sign on it, and I figured Susan forgot to remove it. There was no sound inside, so I walked on in.

The door opened outward and automatically shut. I was two steps into the bathroom before I froze as the sound of the toilet flushing reached my ears and Beth’s totally nude body turned toward me. The door shut behind me and Beth froze as well, facing me with only 4 feet between us. My jaw dropped as I gasped, and both of her hands went straight for her breasts. They were scrumptious breasts, but the soft mound of blond pubic hair framed by her hourglass hips seemed a more tantalizing sight to me. Yet they remained uncovered and my eyes were glued to that inviting apex.

“Slow down,” I heard her say. And I realized I was beginning to hyperventilate. I looked up to her and opened my mouth to explain, “I’ve … got to go.” She lowered her hands and took three steps into the shower, closing the curtain behind her. I reached the toilet in two strides and whipped out my penis to urinate. I guess I didn’t realize how bad I had to go until I got there. A deep sigh escaped my lips as release melted into ecstasy, but I was also semi hard at the sight of a nude woman, and I had to work a little to get the last vestiges of urine squeezed out of my shaft.

As the final drops escaped my shrinking cock, I quickly relaxed facing the toilet. All was quiet … even the shower. I looked to the shower curtain, and found Beth’s head emerged and watching my profile. Now it was my turn for self-consciousness. My cock reversed the shrinking process against my will and began to pump up before her very eyes.

I stood up straight, and let my hands dangle to the side, leaving my member fully exposed. It was only fair, was it not? We were even. She could take her shower, and I would leave the bathroom to her privacy, both of us having experienced a short thrill. But she didn’t pull her head back. Instead she pulled the curtain aside and stepped back into the open with one arm covering both breasts. I turned from my profile to face her directly. Our eyes met, and her arm relaxed to her side like the other. I could feel blood pumping through my organ, as it stood rigid, pointing directly at her.

Neither of us uttered a sound, as we stood frozen. It was as if we needed someone to tell us what to do. Each refused to budge, unable to advance or depart. Suddenly we heard Susan’s voice outside the door. I bolted for the shower, brushing past Beth as she recovered her breasts with her hands and answered in a slightly shaky voice, “I’m just getting started.”

Susan pulled the door into the hall and poked her head in while Beth turned to step in the shower. “Just making sure we still needed the sign. How long do you need?” Susan asked.

“Oh, my body really aches. I’d like to take a nice long hot shower,” Beth responded.

“I don’t blame you. They have the better shower anyway. Shouldn’t be a problem,” Susan said as she looked around. “Boy, I wish we had as much room in our bathroom.”

“Yeah,” Beth giggled as she turned on the showerhead in the stall opposite my hiding place. She yelled to Susan above the sound of the shower, “We could really spread out in here.”

From my vantage point, Beth’s small breast was visible while her arm reached in to turn on the shower. Then she disappeared beyond the shower curtain as I waited, breathless. I heard the door close and the sound of its lock before Beth came back to test the water with her hands and step into the area between the two stalls, just inches from my clothed body. She faced me and we bayan escort istanbul regained eye contact immediately.

A grin played on her lips and I felt her hands lift my polo shirt from its base. I raised my arms and let her pull the shirt completely off. She tossed it just outside the half-closed shower curtain. My member was still sticking straight out past my briefs and unzipped jeans, and she brushed it with her tummy as she unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor. She then pulled my briefs away from my body to force my erection through the hole so she could push the briefs down. This turned out to be more difficult than she thought, and I reached behind the elastic to press my member down so she could pull the briefs past it. I stepped out of the pants and briefs, which were getting wet from the water running along the floor from the other side. She picked them up and tossed them outside the double stall as well.

Again we faced one another, now both totally naked, and only a few inches apart. I raised my fingers to her soft mounds and delicately fingered her pointed nipples. She looked up at me with longing in her eyes as she grabbed my shaft, wrapping her fingers around it and squeezing.

After a moment of toying with one another, Beth took my hands and moved them to her hips. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and then jumped up, wrapping her legs around my torso, and her arms around my neck. She brushed past my hard shaft, and almost pinned it between us, but it managed to spring back into its natural hardened position. I was quite surprised, but I instinctively wrapped my arms around her lower back, already wet from the flowing shower behind her as steam filled the stalls. As she situated herself above my member, I brought my hands under her sweet butt for more stability. Her pliable cheeks felt wonderful beneath my fingers. Her nipples dug into my chest, and we were face to face like never before.

She planted a kiss on my lips and I felt her tongue immediately begin an exploration of my mouth. The bulbous head of my shaft brushed the crack in her rear, and my hands pulled her lower cheeks apart. She kissed me furiously as I maneuvered her lower body outward enough to position my shaft below her natural entrance. I was concerned about her readiness until I felt how hot and swollen her folds were as my shaft began to work its way in. I felt wetness, but figured that could be from the shower. Nevertheless, there seemed to be lubrication between us as I gradually entered her womb with relative ease. She was tight, oh so tight around my shaft, but continued inexorably moving down on me like the flow of lava down the side of a volcano.

I was gasping for breath as she kept my mouth occupied with her own. Her passion was that of a freight train through a tunnel. There was no stopping her as she lifted herself on my hips and dropped down further, totally encompassing my manhood. “I’m so full,” she gasped. I was unsteady and hit the wall hard with my shoulder. The noise scared us both, and we were afraid someone could hear us from outside the bathroom.

For a moment we hesitated while my member throbbed within her sheath. We waited and listened. Soon there was a loud knock on the door, and Susan calling, “Are you alright Beth!”

I stepped toward center between the two stalls as we heard the latch on the door with Susan’s attempt to open it. Beth yelled back over the top of the shower curtain. “I’m fine! Just dropped the shampoo bottle!”

“Oh, ok!” Susan yelled back.

Beth was giggling as I continued forward until the shower was spraying us mercilessly. She clamped her mouth on mine again and started pumping up and down on my shaft. Her small size seemed to work in her favor as she used her arms on my shoulders and legs on my hips to achieve a rapid vertical piston movement, impaling herself at will. I leaned back and şişli escort met her rhythm by lifting with my hands and moving my hip as much as I could.

As I felt my balls tighten, I started to tell her, “I’m …” but she threw her head back and clamped down hard, squeezing my member within. I haphazardly leaned into her chest and grabbed a nipple in my mouth even as I shot my first load. But my natural climactic reaction was to lean back as well and I ended up pulling her nipple with my teeth. She screamed as I let go and concentrated on the remaining spurts of seed within her womb. Suddenly we were panting, listening, waiting again for the consequence of our explosive noise. With a loud knock on the door, I stopped breathing just so I could hear.

“Beth! What’s going on in there?” Susan yelled.

“Are you OK?” the minister’s voice was clearly distinguishable.

“There’s a roach in here!” Beth screamed as the door latch was jiggled again. Silence followed as I hugged Beth’s body close to my chest. “It went down the drain,” she hollered once more. That seemed to do the trick. There was no response at all and we hoped they left. But even as my cock receded, my heart began to pound against my chest with the fear of being discovered.

Beth’s legs finally relaxed and dangled in front of me. I let her down easy until she got her footing. Before I could let go, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her, and giving me a nice long hug. Then she kissed me all over my face. I was beginning to think she was ready for another round.

I took the bar of soap off the built-in shelf and lathered it in my hands. She eyed me curiously as I knelt down and began washing her feet, working the lather between her toes and around one lifted foot at a time as she held my head. As I rubbed and scrubbed my way up her ankles, to her calves, around her knees, and up her thighs, she began to moan. I made sure there was lots of lathered soap rubbed all over her legs, her pubic area, her buttocks, and her torso as I continued my journey upward.

The nipples of her pert breasts remained hard as I ran my soapy hands around them more than necessary for a good cleaning. I kissed her fingers and began soaping her hands, arms, and shoulders. As I messaged the soap around her neck, I graduated to her ears and paid delicate attention to each crevice. When I finished, she handed me a bottle of shampoo, and I lathered her long hair. It felt wonderful to run my fingers through her slick hair and along her scalp. I decided her pubic hair needed the same attention, but I soon found myself fondling her erect clit.

Beth gradually moved under the full force of the shower and began rinsing off. I stuck to her like a hungry puppy sucking his mother’s tit, and was soon sitting between her legs with my tongue rolling between her folds and around her sweet jewel. As hot water continuously poured down her body and over my head, I concentrated on jabbing my tongue in and out of her sweet cunt, still dripping a little of my cum in combination with her fresh juices. My hands steadied her ass as she stood with her legs spread wide. I felt her body start to tremble, pursed my lips around her clit and hung on as she shook within my grasp. She moaned and whimpered, but stifled the scream that surely would have brought another volley of concern to the door.

I’m certain Beth would have fallen had I not held her up. When her shaking subsided, I relaxed my hold, but kept her steady. Slowly I gave responsibility for her balance back to her legs. I stood up before her, reached around, and turned off the shower. The ensuing hug was gentle but firm. What began as fast and furious was now tame. With lust satisfied, and no longer playing a part, we just held on to one another. It was one of the sweetest moments in my life, and the secret bond of a very special relationship I could never put into words.

~ end ~

I’ve heard that a ‘goose’ in the shower is good clean fun, but it can’t compare to what Beth and I shared. I hoped you enjoyed our special encounter. It was a once in a lifetime experience. Feel free to vote as you feel best. Positive feedback is appreciated. Thank you.

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She stands naked on the carpet in the middle of the room. I stand in the doorway, awaiting orders.

“You can come in,” she says. “After you take your clothes off. And you’re coming in on your hands and knees.”

I comply. Sweater and t-shirt over my head. Pants down, shaken off the legs. Quick tugs at the socks. Underwear pulled off and tossed aside in one fluid motion. I get down on the floor.

“Approach. But be slow about it.”

I do.

I get to her. And now I need to come clean. The instructions are pro forma, part of the game. I know what to do. Hearing them has been part of the fun. But I don’t need them, not at this part.

I lower myself even further from my hands and knees, on the floor to her left. Her feet are in front of me; in yoga you’d say she is in Mountain pose. I glance up. There’s a second of eye contact that’s free of pretense. And then she nods and her face reassumes the Mistress aspect. I must begin.

I kiss the top of her left foot. And again. And again, moving around the surface as I do it. My left arm supports me, but my right hand is free to reach around and hold her ankle. The top of her foot is the main focus, but each toe gets an individual kiss with the tiniest bit of suction. After the left foot has gotten its due, I creep around radially on my belly to be able to reach her right foot, and commence kissing.

As I work my lips on the tops of her feet, I feel myself swell. I was careful, when settling down, to arrange for my cock to be pointing towards my head, so that the sensitive underside is on the carpet. By the time I move to her other foot, I am involuntarily working my hips a little, rubbing myself on the carpet as I work.

Feet finished, I angle myself up and kiss her ankles. First right, then left. Every few kisses involve some tongue; her ankles taste faintly of soap with a hint of salt. My hand slides slowly up and down her calves as I kiss her ankles.

And then up to her calves. She has strong calves. She spends a lot of time on her feet, and is active, and her escort bayan ataköy calves curve wonderfully as a result. I worship them with my mouth.

Her knees. On each side, I kiss the front first, at the center of the kneecap, and then move around to pay homage to the more intimate flesh of the backs. By now, I’m sitting up on my knees, no longer performing frottage on the carpet. My erect cock juts out like a sword, and while Mistress won’t let me keep it against her the entire time, I make sure to accidentally brush the head against her ankles as much as I can. My new position also leaves both of my hands free to do advance work, so I press them into her thighs, working my way up slowly. The area around her pussy is off limits for this game, but her ass is fair game, and I make my way slowly.

My lips follow my hands upwards. By the time my hands are on the curves where the backs of her thighs become the bottom of her ass, I am kissing the front of her thighs, working inward as close to her pussy as she’ll let me. She stands impassively, for the most part (I know that, if I could see her face clearly, I’d see her eyes shut now and then, and her lips work themselves; but I can’t see these things except in my mind’s eye). The exception is when I move my mouth too close to the forbidden zone, which gets me a firm hand on top of my head and – once – the kind of “no” you give a dog that is jumping on people.

Her pussy is off limits, but her ass is emphatically not so. So as I work my way up, I reposition so that I’m on my knees directly behind her. My hands are on her ass cheeks, alternating between squeezing and caressing. Each cheek gets a few kisses, but I quickly move to the top of her crevice and then kiss my way downward, spending more time at each successive increment, kissing and licking and burying my face between her cheeks. Until I reach her asshole. My hands each now pulling a cheek outwards, and her moving her feet apart slightly and bending forward a little, I worship with my lips and tongue. I feel her weight shift bayrampasa escort and glance up to see that her hands are now on her nipples, her fingers moving slowly back and forth. I work my tongue, also sliding the head of my cock back and forth on the back of her knee, leaving a little trail of pre-come.

But her asshole is just a way station. I stop – with difficulty – and, keeping my hands on her cheeks a bit longer, move up to kiss the small of her back. I reach around now from her ass cheeks to her belly, and then move myself around to kiss the roundness of her belly. We haven’t completely done away with the Mistress pretense, but her hands are now on top of my head, working through my hair, and there’s no discipline for the fact that my cock is now in constant moving contact with her legs.

Her belly! It’s different from the wonder of her asshole, but just a different kind of wonderful. I kiss my way around it, now moving my hands around her lower back and still detouring down to her ass cheeks. Lacking access to her pussy, I make mouth-love to her bellybutton. Her hips now rock back and forth slightly as I proceed.

A brief lacuna on her upper belly, but staying there for very long takes more discipline than I have when her breasts are right there above. I kiss their undersides from below, but again, that is just a way station. Breasts were designed to go into mouths in a certain way, and who am I to question that. On my knees but upright, I kiss and suckle her right nipple, my hand meeting hers on the left. Her hips still rock into me, and my cock slides up and down the fronts of her thighs.

I move my mouth to her left nipple, hands to her right. Her hands work through my hair. She whimpers.

But this is too much focus on the front. After the proper homage has been paid to her tits, I rise up from my knees to my feet and walk around behind her. I kiss the spot in her upper back above and between her shoulder blades where her spine starts to curve forward into the back of her neck, then moving my attention escort bayan avcılar out in a set of loose spirals out towards her shoulders. My arms go around her, my fingers lightly grazing the nipples that are still wet from my mouth. Her left arm reaches back to place her hand on my ass; her right reaches down towards her pussy, and her hand is busy. As I kiss, I’m pressed against her with my upwards-pointed cock nestled between her ass cheeks, sliding up and down a little as I move. God, I want to come on her back, but I can’t. Shortcuts anger Mistress.

I step back around to the front. Her neck. I stoop slightly and angle my head up to kiss her neck, a series of light kisses tracing a pattern of hummingbird wings up and down both sides of her neck. My arms are around her, loosely; she reaches down and uses me as a flesh dildo, rubbing the stiffness around in small circles on the head of her clit. She whimpers again; the Mistress act barely holds. But it holds.

And one of Mistress’ rules is no face. So I cannot kiss her face, not now. But I can suck on her earlobes, and bite them. She whimpers again. Down below, as she uses me as a tool, I can feel how wet she’s gotten.

“Now,” she says. “Now.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I step around behind her and get on my knees. She steps down also onto her hands and knees in front of me, and then lowers her shoulders and head down to the ground with her ass in the air, her pussy hanging expectantly underneath it.

I pay final homage to her ass by sliding my cock up and down between her cheeks twice and then reach down to guide myself into her pussy.

Holy god.

Slide in. Slide out. Oh god. My body is filled with electricity, or at least with fuck energy. She rocks back and forth in counterpoint to me, guided partly by my hands on her hips. Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck yes. Through my cock, I feel the muscles inside her start to contract. She moans. I moan, and the electricity that’s been building inside me discharges along with about a gallon of come.

We sink down onto the floor on our sides. Mistress is gone and now it’s just Amy curled up spooned inside me, the backs of her thighs getting smeared with the mess we made on my cock.

“God, that was great,” she says. “So what time are they getting here? I guess we should get the soup started.”

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…A little something ‘different’…

The sun is perfect, the clouds are talking, the sky is colorful; a beautiful picture for us to play in. We make our way up to the ranch and order up some horses to ride. The ranch hand goes to get our query and leaves us in wait.

Leaning up against the outer stable, you spark up a Newport. Very ‘smart’ considering all the hay that nature’s breath has blown around. I laugh, then spark up myself. Maybe we’ll be done before the hand’s return. Maybe not. I seize my chance. Step right up in between your legs and stare directly into your eyes. You spit out mist in half humor, showing me glorious ivory. You smile cause you know what’s coming.

I quickly drag on my cig, then plant a long deep on along those lips. Our passion is hot. Intense. Good. You fail to notice me slide my hand into my pocket, remove what I had hidden, then slide it down your jeans. Your hands try to grab mine, but you are unable to over power it. Our lips remained locked. Feeling around, I see that you are wearing the panties I asked you to put on. Good, you’re an obedient one. I slide my fingers down them and finger your clit. Your arms lose interest. They grab my cock instead. Making your clit nice and wet, she’s ready. The object slides in gracefully. You heave in surprise and push me off. Our lips part and lustful hot steam jets out our mouths in unison. And with perfect timing, our handler has returned with two impressive specimens.

I pull you to my side so that you are unable to sneak behind the handler and remove that cold object I just inserted in you. If you desire, you’ll have to do it in plain sight. Struggling with my grip, again you fail to notice my free hand slide slide into my other pocket.

“Two of our best stallions for the loving couple” the handler presents.

I fiddle in my pocket.

“Good choice, too” he continues.

“Though, some of our mares would be a smoother ride, I reckon.”

I find what I seek.

“Thanks for that” I answer with a smirk.

“We like to really feel the wind in our faces.”

I flick the switch.

“Ohhh!!” you find yourself crying out suddenly feeling a pulsating hum burn in your pelvis.

I quickly command the situation with a smile.

“She’s just very excited to be riding one of these on this fine day” I respond, noticing from the corner of my eye, you having that look of now knowing my full intention.

After a bit more small talk and watching you wince and twitch, the handler finally leaves us to mount. I insisted. Cool, it gave us time to finish our smokes away from the strewn hay. First I assist you as you begin to protest riding such grup escort a beast with another beast riding you. Lifting you onto your mount, there’s one last thing that I needed to do. I slide my hand beneath your shirt and slide off your bra. You put up very little resistance. You’re pretty much compliant to anything I do to you now. Sliding the hanging bra strap out from your short sleeve, we both smile. I insist this would be a memorable ride. Your twisted smile lets me know that you comply. Mounting my stallion, we’re off.

Immediately, the additional trotting sends shock waves up your body. It literally takes all your control not to drench this poor animal that’s now the unwitting instrument of your orgasmic torture. Treking through the clear plains, I try to take the lead and direct us into rougher terrain. I stay close within range of the remote in my pocket and turn it up a notch. Hearing your moans of ecstasy dominate the quiet open plains is intoxicating. All of your body weight crushing down on your muff. Your clit’s on fire. Your pussy contracts, clinches, throbs unbelievably. The vibrating egg just pounds your insides. You are breathless. As much as you want it out, you want it in. You want dick. I am mesmerized by your massive breasts bouncing and swaying with every trot. Every bounce add more punishing pressure to your puss.

“Next time, use nipple clamps…” I make a mental note.

I up the tempo. I trot my horse faster and naturally, yours wants to keep up. Trotting, bucking, bouncing. It’s almost too much. Your pants are soaked and getting drenched. We ride onward looking for a proper spot to stop. I glance back and see you barely holding on, leaning forward denying me the site of your milk jugs and engorged nipples. Fuck it. I crank it up all the way. You scream. Loud. Uncontrollably, you rock in place vigorously. Bringing about countless spasms. Then it hits you. Because of the panties you wear, the egg stays inside of you, still turned on, still on the highest setting, vibrating your vagina into oblivion.

Your arms weaken, your legs buckle. You lean lifelessly off to one side as your horse slows his trot to a strut. Sliding off the horse, you flop onto the grass with gush splashing from in between your legs, almost comical. You struggle to get the egg out, but you are trembling far too much and your hands lack the strength or dexterity to undo a simple button. You squirm. I enjoy. I suppose this spot would have to do.

I calmly tie the stallions to a nearby tree and pull out the blankets. No rush. Just seeing you writhe is pleasure enough. You crawl onto the blanket and plop flat on your eskort bayan istanbul back. Your boobies bounce. You helplessly watch me undress. My enlarged penis greeting you. In full salute. His tip already drooling anticipating the grand meal to cum. Crawling up beside you, I begin to remove your clothing. You breath rapidly, loudly. Off your shirt goes, I fight the urge to devour your breasts. Your jeans are finally slid off. They drip with lust. Cold breezy air assault your flaming crotch. You instinctively reach for snatch to remove the vibrating egg, but you can’t. Your lips are swelled shut into plump pink luscious cushions.

“Enough, get it out, p-p-please” you struggle out.

“m’kay” I only say.

I smile cause you didn’t say how…

Lifting your legs into the sky and spreading them to the four winds, I greet the most amazing cunt I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I immediately dive in. Lick lashing, digging, searching for clit. You squirm as you feel the entire width of my tongue. My jewel punishing your plump passage. Still warm, still wet from the ride earlier. I can feel the vibrations bounce off my tongue. I dig deeper, getting wetter, warmer. Lliterally. I begin probing the tender areas with my fingers. You let out a scream. Finding the vulnerable clit, I lick even more vigorously. Your juices struggle through your swelling, meeting my taste. My hunger intensifies.

I drop your bare legs down and spread them as wide as they could. You wince, surprised yourself as how wide they can go. You protest.

“You s-s-said y you was-s-s gonna take it out…” you force from your lips.

“Not yet”

Rock hard, I enter you. Forcefully plowing a passage. You scream, digging your talons into my flesh. Trying to stop me. Knowing you want it. Bad. Enjoying every second of it. Deep inside I go. Deeper still the madly pulsating egg is buried. I trust. Over and over. Harder and faster. Feeling the egg’s sensation on my engorged tip works me into a frenzy. I pummel that poor pussy. Clinching, tightening, maddening. You lose track of reality. The world spins. Just as you can no longer cum any more, you manage to let out another climax, then another, followed by another still. Bare bodies grinding. Gyrating. Grunting. Light fades from your eyes. Your ears ring. I still pound away. Your body goes limp inviting me to take full advantage. Though you going unconscious isn’t exactly planned, I prefer you to experience every second of bliss. Still, I drive ever onward going for mine. And that is a long road ahead.

Minutes pass like hours. You struggle to catch your breath. No energy left to even speak. Your eyes cross and oral escort roll up into your head behind semi closed lids. I adjust my cock ever slightly so that the vibrations are directly hitting your g spot. I know I found it cause your eyes explode open with intensity. You feel me heaving. Growing still. Pulsating, throbbing. Pussy being torn asunder. Battery going dead. The entire area sings with the sounds of me entering you. Drenching all around us. Faster, harder, deeper. Finally, I gush filling you immensely. Your back arches finding yet another orgasm. You never felt such a load. It just may escape your hung open mouth. Your body falls limp. Both of us breathing heavily. I caress your sweaty face with my nose, then kiss it ever gently with a simple peck.

I pull out. Gallons pour out onto the soiled blanket. I can only imagine the sort of bush that would sprout from our seed. You still struggle to talk while breathing.

“It’s still in me, it’s still on…”

“So sorry, baby… it’s really wedged in their now”

Struggling to lift your head from its prone position, you’re just in time to see me primed and ready. At that instint, thick fingers enter your battered bush. Your back arches again. You feel each individual finger. Each individual finger feels your rapid pulse. Digging, probing, searching. You can’t believe you feel yet another climax building. Incredible. Passage completely lubed, all enters you with ease even with it being so swollen. You can’t believe after all of that, you’re now being fisted, and loving it.

Moans fill the countryside again. Egg just barely out of reach. Maybe I need to go deeper still. You scream with carnal passion. I switch gears. Fingers now dance along your sex spot. You quiver. More juices shoot from within. I thumb your clit to accommodate for any discomfort.

“I guess it’s stuck in there”

“no” you cry out.

I increase the pressure on your spot. I know exactly what I’m doing. Listening to you build, you let out a scream that dwarfs all previous. I pull out. Jests of cum follow, and with it the egg. Shooting out and into the distance, tumbling into the grass and weeds beyond.

“That cost me 50 bucks!” I joke.

You just lay there staring up into sky lost in a cum comma. I lay beside you. Looking at passing clouds, watching the blue grow dim, your body still twitches. I hold you in my arms. Your shoulders are rubbed. Neck is massaged. All for my woman for being a good sport. The horses watch patiently from their posts. Night comes as the air blankets out sweaty bare bodies.

“What time do we need to be back?” you ask talking into my chest, now finding your voice.

“Uh, um, I think we’re late” I realize.

You laugh.

“Think they’re looking for us?”

“I think they already know what we’re doing out here anyway.”

We both laugh and stare into the sunset.

“You riding back?” I add.

“No fucking way!”

LOL

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She was a sweet little thing. Nature had dealt her an enviable hand—and feet, legs, and body to match. She possessed a woman’s curves, but a stature that puberty had somehow forgotten to augment. It was as though the hormones responsible for her growth spurt had simply decided to accentuate her curves instead. Consequently she was an object of desire to many, yet woefully under-equipped to ward off such desire.

He was a fearsome thing. Scarcely a man, yet he commanded the body of a warrior. Tall with thick skin marred by countless souvenirs of brash misadventures. Dark, inscrutable eyes deep enough to drown a wandering gaze. Unkempt tawny hair that reflected his wild side, the wolf within. He exuded a primal energy unbound by societal norms, in many respects a hunter of eclectic prey: outcasts, misfits, and mavericks of the world.

They met at the gym, of all places. He was on his back, his rough and sweaty hands tightly gripped on a barbell that was over-loaded with weights. But his wiry muscles could leverage more weight than appearances would suggest, and it was while putting them to use that her voice floated over to him.

“You’re awfully optimistic.”

He scowled as he focused on the bar. Taking a deep breath, he heaved the barbell off the rack and began lifting it up. One.

“Realistic, I’d say.” Two.

“Why use weights you can barely lift a few times? You’re not impressing anyone.”

“I’ll impress you if you insist on hanging around to criticise.” Four.

She grinned and leaned against the doorway, waiting for his bravado to fall flat. “We’ll see.”

“I’d like to see a little lady such as yourself do better.” Six.

She pretended to take offence, teasing him. “Careful, someone might think you’re a little sexist.”

“We’re all sexist. I’m just more honest.”

“That’s pretty bold. How am I sexist then?”

“You believe girls have the greater right to gawk at guys exercising.” Twelve.

“I-” she blushed, glad he couldn’t see her face. “How would you know?”

“Call it a hunch.”

Well, he was right. Emma had been on her way out when she spotted him exercising alone, shirtless and shining with sweat. He was hardly a specimen, but his quiet confidence had captivated her.

“What, no other scathing words of criticism?” Twenty.

“Oh, you haven’t heard scathing yet.”

Finishing his twenty-first bench press, he scowled and hung up the barbell. He looked across at her and immediately his scowl turned into a grin as he realised she’d been teasing him the whole time. Now he couldn’t help grinning as he saw his critic in the flesh. Emma smiled back. She seemed to have that effect on people.

“A fine twenty-one bench presses,” she remarked, curtsying in jest.

Oh, so as soon as my hands are free it’s all smiles and praise, he thought amusedly.

“Well, don’t you want to know the name of your fair judge?”

She really was rather fair. Her complexion was smooth and pale, presently illuminated by the playful smile she wore. A few strands of dark red hair swayed in front of her eyes, the rest held back in a neat ponytail.

“Ah, sure. What’s your name?”

“Emma,” she supplied, tilting her head as she waited for him to reciprocate.

“Hunter,” he said, extending his hand.

She stared at him for a moment. Then she laughed and turned to leave. Hunter stood there dumbly, then hastily retracted his hand and ran to catch up.

“Hey, that is my name, you know.”

She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Alright, Hunter,” she said, making little air quotes. She took the hand he’d proffered earlier and pulled him closer, her other hand going to his pocket. She pulled out his phone and deftly tapped her details into the contacts, then tucked it back into his pocket before he could say a word. “Just don’t expect me to be your next prey.”

And with that, she was gone, striding out into the sunlight.

***

The next day, Emma answered her phone and smiled when she heard Hunter’s distinctive tone.

“You. Me. Lunch. Keen?”

“Put another few words in there and I might be tempted.”

“Would you deign to accompany I, the great master of bench presses, to a mutually-agreeable locale for the consumption of a noonday meal?”

She giggled. “Certainly.”

“My meaning was clear without the extra fluff, wasn’t it?”

“I know. I just like to hear your voice.”

There was a moment of silence in which Emma imagined him silently punching the air in triumph.

“Botanic Gardens. Twelve. Oh- sorry. Do the Botanic Gardens sound like a good meeting place to you, at the entrance at say twelve o’clock?”

Emma glanced at her phone clock. Ten past eleven. It’d take her ten minutes to walk to the gardens, leaving just forty minutes to have a shower and dress up.

“That doesn’t leave me much time.”

“You’re a sprightly girl. You’ll manage.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll see you there.”

Emma tossed kırgız escort her phone onto the sofa and smiled to herself. It hadn’t been long since her last roll in the hay, but that familiar tingle betwixt her legs was making a compelling appeal for another date. After a moment of steamy reflection, she jumped up, stretched, and headed for the shower.

***

Midday. The city was bustling under the clear blue sky. Endless crowds surged through the streets, piling into cafés, restaurants, and pubs to satisfy their hunger and escape the sweaty mass of bodies outside.

The Botanic Gardens were situated right in the middle of that bustle. But with forty acres of sheltered vegetation it would be a trivial matter to find a secluded spot free from prying eyes. Hunter leaned against a pillar by the main entrance, scanning the crowds for his cheeky redhead. He was, as always, prepared to be stood up—in his experience it was all too common for a girl’s enthusiasm in one conversation to dissipate before the next.

But then there she was. Hair gleaming in the sunlight, head turned to watch for traffic as she crossed the road towards him. She’d looked pretty at the gym yesterday; now, with the benefit of a shower, a change of clothes, and a practised hand at makeup, she looked exquisite. Her hair hung loosely by her shoulders, straight at the top and curled at the tips. Her stocky legs were encased in black nylons that disappeared into a pleated miniskirt. An electric blue button-down blouse loosely hugged her torso, the top few buttons left undone to allow a light breeze or wandering gaze to roam across her cleavage. A wide, shiny black belt girded the narrowest part of her waist, accentuating her petite figure. Calf-length boots made a soft click-clack as she strolled across the road and turned to notice him.

“I do love a girl with good fashion sense,” Hunter said appreciatively as she reached him. “That would be you, by the way,” he added, grinning.

Emma rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to spell things out that clearly. Hello to you too.”

They were walking into the gardens now, his arm around her shoulders. Normally Emma would have objected to such presumed intimacy so early on a date, but Hunter was sweet and there was currently a vacancy for a shoulder-warmer in her life. She was also grateful he wasn’t deterred by how embarrassingly sticky she was in the heat. Well, he was a full head taller than her after all: maybe he couldn’t smell her musk from all the way up there.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” said Emma as they passed a bed of vibrant roses.

“Yes, she is,” Hunter murmured, brushing her hair gently off her cheek.

“So what do you like?” he continued, before she could reply.

“For lunch?”

“Nah, in general.”

Was he being too vague? Some girls hated vague. Hunter felt her shoulder shrug after a moment. He was about to refine the question when she abruptly spoke.

“Sex,” she said pointedly.

Definitely not too vague. A question was never too vague if “sex” was the answer.

He turned to look at her. She blushed. Hunter laughed. Clearly it had been a close call between that reply and losing her nerve.

“I didn’t realise we were already on booty call terms with each other,” he teased.

“No, I didn’t mean that,” she said hastily. Well, maybe… “But you asked what I like. Everybody likes sex, don’t they?”

“Are you asking me now? Sure, I like sex,” said Hunter, no trace of embarrassment in his voice. “But that’s about as meaningful as saying I like meat. It’s how you eat the meat that makes it interesting. You know, you could have marinated chicken drumsticks, or a salted sirloin steak. Or you could go a bit more out there and have bacon and maple syrup on pancakes.”

“Um…” hesitated Emma, unsure if she should question the odd choice of metaphor, while at the same time trying not to think of herself as meat.

“I’m more of a bacon pancakes guy myself,” added Hunter dreamily.

“That’s… definitely one of the stranger ways of saying your sexual tastes are out there.”

They stopped moving and she looked around, breathing in the rich earthy air. They stood by a lone bench surrounded on three sides by thick brush. A dead end. Emma was abruptly aware of the complete absence of artificial sounds: no footsteps, no car engines, no tyres squealing. They were alone.

“Does that bother you?” he asked seriously, looking her in the eye.

“No!” she blurted out, suddenly wondering if it should. He really was quite intense… And still more or less a stranger… Instinct and years of parental guidance were screaming at her that this was not a place she wanted to be. It would be just her luck if the name Hunter proved to be prophetic.

Then she realised his question was probably about sexual tastes, not their sudden isolation.

“Not at all,” she continued, fighting to retain her composure. Now she wondered: was her eskort istanbul heart beating faster from anxiety, or arousal?

“I’m quite fond of bacon pancakes myself.”

“Look at us, surrounded by pretty flowers talking about sex and pancakes. I’m a terrible romantic. And also suddenly hungry.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Well, you did ask me out to lunch. So what do you feel like?”

For a moment Hunter was stumped, paralysed by the age-old dilemma of where to take your date out to eat. Then he grinned.

“There’s a pancake joint a few blocks from here.”

Emma smiled. “Pancakes for lunch? Really?”

“Hey, we’re responsible adults, and that means we can choose what to eat and when,” he argued, steering them in the direction of the pancake parlour. Emma was almost disappointed nothing else had happened on the secluded bench.

Recalling his earlier metaphor, she blushed as an innuendo crept into her mind.

“Or who to eat and when,” she muttered. Hunter chuckled and hugged her closer.

“I wonder if they serve bacon there…” he murmured.

***

The pancake parlour did not serve bacon pancakes.

They did, however, offer just about every other sweet syrupy topping imaginable to accompany their fluffy pancakes. Hunter enjoyed munching on his banana strawberry pancake almost as much as he enjoyed watching Emma savour hers. She ate in that dainty fashion typical of a woman trying to avoid any embarrassing spills. Consequently she had only half eaten her pancake when Hunter had cleaned the plate of his, so he sat there smiling and enjoying the show.

But at the same time his mind was spinning with excitement. She was sexy, sultry, sassy, and smart, he thought, ticking off his mental checklist as he went. A girl with two of those qualities was a good lay. Four made her exceptional: girlfriend material, even. He’d play this one slow, for with Emma he envisioned more than just a one-night stand.

“Good pancake?” he prompted as she neared the last mouthful.

“Great,” she mumbled, shooting him a smile that carefully hid her messy teeth.

Hunter smiled back, breathing deeply as he relaxed.

“You smell lovely.”

“You smell like maple syrup.”

“Exactly,” he grinned. “You really don’t have to eat so primly. It’s not like you can get much stickier in this humidity.”

Emma blushed, embarrassed at the sweat-soaked patches of cotton cleaving to her form even though Hunter was no better off.

“Hey, it’s alright. I happen to like it when a girl glows a little.”

She smiled coyly. “I prefer when a guy makes me glow a lot.”

“And it’s supposed to be guys who get horny around food…” Hunter rolled his eyes in jest, prompting another blush.

Emma finished eating and they got up to pay, Hunter never removing his eyes from his companion. They made it outside into the stuffy afternoon air, a journey made surprisingly difficult by their intent focus on undressing each other in their heads. At least, that was where Hunter’s focus lay. But while fantasy-Emma pranced around half-naked for Hunter’s lustful imagination, real Emma was experiencing a stab of guilt. She liked Hunter, maybe even more than she liked his hunky body, but she knew how this would end. A brief fling as passions ran hot, then a prolonged, stagnating liaison following his induction into her roster of potential boy toys. It was probably wrong of her to lead him on, knowing it wouldn’t last, but she couldn’t help the way butterflies fluttered through her stomach whenever he whispered something sexy under his breath.

Surrendering to her desire, Emma steered them left as she said, “My apartment is just a few blocks away.”

***

It may not have been traditional for a girl to take a guy back to her place during the first date, but Emma was far from traditional. Au contraire, Emma would make a traditionalist wince. Chastity was a virtue she’d long forgotten, or at least long neglected to the point of indifference. It would be easy to label her a nymphomaniac and write off her promiscuity as an inflated sex drive, but the truth was she simply lacked willpower and consequently gave into her lust as frequently as it surfaced.

And guys seemed to love that: a girl who “embraced her sexuality” as they put it. Of course, embracing her sexuality meant more sex for those supportive studs, and lately Emma had been embracing her sexuality with a lot of men.

Indeed, Emma’s apartment was less hers and more theirs with each passing day. Sports jackets peeked out from various corners around the room, and the couches had that messy, recently-slept-on look about them. At this point it looked more like a fraternity house than the apartment of a co-ed. She hurried to fling some boxers out of sight as she entered ahead of Hunter, hoping he wouldn’t pay too much attention to the mess from previous male guests.

“Had a party here recently?” he enquired, Emma’s guilt returning for another genç escort stab.

“Err… Yeah, it was game night.” Not entirely untrue: her last visitor had certainly played games with her, though not the card kind.

Hunter nodded absently and continued to look around. Emma stood awkwardly, uncomfortable in her own home, each passing second increasing her shame until she began to regret letting him in. She couldn’t blame him for her guilty conscience, of course. A conscience that normally she paid no heed, but those blasted feelings she was developing for him wanted to cling onto her precarious reputation as an upstanding woman. How would he look at her if he knew how many guys had seen her naked in the past week alone?

His gaze returned to her reddened face, those dark eyes impassive as ever. What Emma didn’t know was that those inscrutable eyes had already seen everything she’d hoped he’d overlook—and Hunter was quickly putting all the pieces together. The evidence of frequent male company, not for a recent game night, but on many separate occasions. Her embarrassment, a fair indication of the sort of guests they’d been. This would probably be enough to discourage Hunter from becoming too invested in the girl, except there was more: she was nervous. She wanted to make a good impression. She liked him, then. The feeling was mutual.

The picture was coming together now. Emma, with her unwitting magnetism of the male gaze, was accustomed to drawing attention that she had not the strength nor heart to turn away. He’d been with her not three hours and could already tell her temperament was as sweet as her countenance. But she must be too easygoing for her own good, for it appeared her circle of friends was exclusively male and she’d no doubt earned a reputation as an easy lay. Sex had become as casual an affair as a night at the movies, and she seemed mostly satisfied with it that way. After all, she had no shortage of willing partners: it was an easy source of pleasure. She was a popular girl—guys clearly loved her company. What wasn’t to like?

But Hunter could tell there was a part of her that was left unsatisfied. With sex now routine, what was there to excite her? Yet by some stroke of luck, that’s what he’d achieved with mere words. That puzzled her, made her curious. He could work with that. And sex? Sex could wait. Hunter was well aware that intimacy was not merely physical. And she wasn’t missing out on anything she didn’t already have. It would be an uphill battle, fighting for her attentions, if Emma continued to sleep around… But if she were to be his prize, it was a battle worth fighting.

As if sensing his distant mind, Emma began to unbutton her blouse, snapping his attention back to her. Hunter stepped closer and took her hands, stopping her with her cleavage temptingly on display. By pure force of will, he raised his eyes up to hers, which stared wide back. She didn’t expect this. He had her attention.

“That’s not what I came for,” he said simply. Then, slipping a hand around the nape of her neck, he stepped forward and pulled her up into a passionate kiss.

At first Emma’s lips were stiff with surprise. Her feet left the ground as Hunter picked her up into a tight embrace. She breathed in his intoxicating musk. His stubble ground roughly against her chin. She felt his wiry body against hers, lean and powerful. Her own body hummed with feeling, her sweaty skin now flushed with arousal. She found herself responding to his affection, her lips interlocking with his as their tongues journeyed into foreign territory.

Damn, she’d forgotten how satisfying a good kiss could be.

She was returned to her feet too soon, her moist lips left slightly agape as she opened her eyes. Hunter continued to embrace her, guiding them to the nearest couch where they collapsed in a tangled mess.

With Hunter down at Emma’s level it was her turn to initiate the canoodling. She all but pounced on him, attacking his mouth with a ferocity that would put a tiger to shame. But true to his name, Hunter was no easy prey. Within moments he was on top of her, crushing her lips on his own terms.

Eventually they broke apart and sat up, chests heaving with every breath. Emma fumbled with her waist belt, loosening it to give herself more room to breathe.

“You’re one hell of a kisser,” sighed Hunter, stroking her tousled hair.

“Not a bad pair of lips yourself. Do you practice in the mirror?” Emma teased, resting her head on his shoulder.

Hunter chuckled but remained silent, cradling her head in his hands.

They spoke long into the afternoon, sharing histories, hobbies, hopes, and hickeys. They had enough common interests to make idle conversation entertaining, but not so many that they became critical of each other’s field of study. No clothes were shed, but they did talk about sex. A lot. It turned out her idea of “out there” was doing it doggy-style, though Hunter was surprised to discover she didn’t mind men using her back door. In fact, the longer they spoke, the more he got the impression she’d been broken in by so many guys that no sexual experience was exciting for her anymore. No vanilla sexual experience, anyway. Because Hunter had a rather different idea of “out there.”

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It was way back in 1980 or so when I first saw him. He was coming down the street toward our school, walking with his popular cousin. All of the girls I was with did a double take. “Who’s that?” we all wondered. We soon found out that he was “the new boy.” Our small little eight grade class needed some new faces, and he was definitely something we welcomed.

By mid-afternoon we found out that he was “Johnny”, the cousin of the popular class president, “Lisa.” Of course that in itself made him shoot up the “popularity tree,” but looking at Johnny, it was evident that he didn’t need help becoming popular. Soon, all of us eight grade girls were watching him, seeing what he did, wishing that we would be the “one” he chose to befriend. Of course we average girls didn’t have a chance. Lisa’s friends all had first “dibbs,” and of course he was always in the company of one of them. I could only hope. Since I was not exactly popular, I reluctantly took a back seat to the pretty girls, and endured my own traumatic junior-high school life.

Fast forward to high school. Call it fate, or just coincidence, but Johnny and I sat near each other in a lot of classes. Most often, though, it was a math class. We were both smart, but not very motivated. Eventually, we developed a friendship that suited us both. “John and Kel”..that’s how people knew us. We called each other that all the time…never using our whole names. He was funny and cute, and he and I seemed to “click.” Unfortunately, it wasn’t the kind of relationship that I wanted. He was still on a quest for the hottest chicks he could find, and I didn’t quite fit into that category in his mind. He didn’t know, however, that I was a lot different that he assumed.

Johnny and I later worked together at the local pizza restaurant, often comparing our respective sex lives with each other. We even challenged each other to a contest to see who could fuck the most times in a month. He was quite shocked when my boyfriend and I beat out he and his girlfriend at almost a 2 to 1 ratio. I have a feeling it might have been then that he began wondering what he was missing in me.

In 1985, we started college at the same place, about a hundred miles from our home. We were each other’s only friend for awhile, he living in the boys dorm and me living in the girls. We both were in relationships, so dating each other was not even an option. The newly released “Back to the Future” was our first outing together. I still remember sitting next to him in the movie theatre, my arm on top of his on the armrest, but not holding hands. The heat from his body electrified me. To this day, I still love “Back to the Future,” not only for its story line, but because of Johnny. It took all I had that time not to lean over and kiss him. I had a feeling that it would have been reciprocated, and maybe that’s the very reason I didn’t do it. We never held hands that night. We didn’t kiss goodnight. We should have.

The next semester, he came up to the apartment I had moved into with some friends, to do his laundry. When he was done, he came and laid on my bed, and patted it for me to come over. For some reason, I didn’t understand that cue. That time, we could have had sex. We could have finally done what I had been waiting for for years. Instead, I said I wasn’t ready for bed, and he went home. Now, as I look back, I could have had Johnny that night, and it would have been good.

I left that college the following summer, and lost contact with Johnny. I married once, then twice, had children, and always wondered about Johnny. I’d hear some about him, but all in all, arap escort I chalked him up as the one who got away..

Until 2005. It was the year of our 20th high school reunion. Through a classmate finder, I found him, and we communicated through email. He was happily (I thought) married, and I was on my 3rd marriage, but happy myself. He had three children and so did I. We even lived in the same suburb! We were surprised at how similar our lives had been. We found we were both “techies” of sorts (him more than me), and helped with our reunion web site. When we attended our reunion, we were even awarded a joint trophy for our efforts. Seeing him there, some 25 years after we had first met, I knew I still needed him. I would never get over my yearning for Johnny.

It all changed on day in 2007 out of the blue. I had an extremely erotic dream about him. In the dream, he and I were involved in a threesome. He lie on his back, had me lie on my back on top of him, and he entered me from behind. A faceless friend of his entered me from above, and in my dream, Johnny and I had one of the hottest threesomes I could have imagined. He was gentle, but rough, and had me relax as he pumped my ass. I woke up moist between my legs, and had to rub my clit to finish the orgasm I had started in my dream.

I decided to email Johnny and tell him a little about it. He wrote back, apparently very interested in details of the dream.

“Was I good, Kel?” he asked. I was flabbergasted.

“GOOD?” I thought?

“John, I would never expect you to be anything BUT good!” I teased him that I figured a self-confident man like him would already know the answer to that, but stroking his ego (while thinking of stroking his big cock), I told him “Of course.”

He asked me to meet him for lunch. This was a scary situation for me for many reasons. First of all, I was happily married. Really. He assured me that he was, also, but he wasn’t satisfied sexually. Secondly, after three children, I knew I didn’t have the same 18 year old body he had remembered. He assured me that he didn’t care, and after weeks of coaxing, I decided to meet him. For lunch. John and Kel.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a Tuesday afternoon. Johnny had taken an early lunch, and I had decided to meet him at a hotel that was between us. I was scared. As sexual as I was by nature, I had never done anything like this before.

Then, I saw him across the lobby and my fear was replaced by anxiety. He was tall, fit, and handsome, as always. I had mentioned to him in an email that every time I ran into him, my heart fluttered. This time, it was more than my heart. I think he felt the same way, because the smile on his face sent me the message that he was pleased with his choice for lunch this day.

We made small-talk: the weather, the drive….and then she showed me the room key. My heart jumped, and I guess I did, too, because he took my hand and said

“It’s ok, Kel. Really.”

He leaned in, kissed me on the lips, for the first time, and I knew I had made the right decision. He took my hand, and led me to the elevator. I felt like a teenager inside, but I knew that he would soon find out that I was all a grown woman that day.

Johnny opened the door, and like a gentleman, sent me inside first. When he closed the door behind us, I knew that it was finally time. It was what I had envisioned since 8th grade. He took me in his arms and kissed me hard and deep. Our tongues flicked inside each other’s mouths with intensity that I know neither one of us had anticipated. His escort bayan istanbul hands started on my neck, and then moved to my back, and then my ass. Mine found their way around his neck, and along his backside, as well. I grabbed him again around his neck, and as we took a breath, I kissed his neck all the way around. He moaned, and said “Kel,” the only name he ever called me. I nibbled and bit, and aroused him in a way that I know he hadn’t been aroused by his wife in quite some time. He leaned his neck back, and as his Adam’s Apple made it’s way into my mouth, I kissed and licked the area, and went down onto my knees.

He knew what I wanted was going to do, and didn’t hesitate to unbuckle his belt and his top pants button. I rubbed my hands on his covered ass, and then took the zipper of his pants and slid it down. His erection made his underwear stretch to what must have been quite an uncomfortable length. I was glad to relieve his pressure. I slid them off of his cock, and rubbed him between my hands. He was as strong and hard as I had expected. I immediately licked the tip of his cock, which was already wet with precum. I pulled his pants down further, and swallowed his cock whole. He moaned with delight, and a few times when I looked up, with him in my mouth, he smiled at me and shook his head. He grabbed the back of my head, put his hands around my long blonde hair, and pulled me onto his cock. I deep throated and gagged and gurgled, and took him in. All of him. Johnny tasted as good as I knew he would. His cock filled my throat, and I licked the length and the head of it until he was so swollen, I knew the next question was inevitable.

“Swallow?” was all that came out, as he looked down at me.

I nodded, and he grabbed the back of my head as I let his hot, warm cum fill my throat. I swallowed easily, wiping the sides of my mouth, and cleaning the rest of his cock with my tongue.

He smiled at me as I came back up to his face. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do next, but since I had been the aggressor at first, I think he had decided it was time to take over. He laid me down on the bed, both of us still fully clothed, but with his pants undone. I was still scared for him to see my forty year old body, and reached for the protection of the blankets. He said “Stop,” and began to unbutton my blouse. He was slow, but meticulous, and kept me focused with deep kisses while he was moving down. He took my shirt off, and then slid his hands inside my bra. I was never ashamed of my 42 D size, but still, having Johnny’s hands touching my nipples made me smile with embarrassment. He pulled my bra up, and I helped remove it. All awkwardness disappeared as he devoured my tits with his tongue. He rubbed them, and squeezed my nipples until I was writhing with pleasure and pain.

“John…” I moaned.

“Kel..” he answered.

He reached one hand inside my pants as my nipples stretched and pulled between his teeth and lips. He found my clit and rubbed gently at first, then matched the intensity of his sucking. I was ready to cum there, but tried to hold back. I moaned his name again, saying “god” and “oh” as he hurt and then comforted my sort nipples. He moved on top of me, and took off his shirt. His bare chest lying on mine felt exquisite…just as I had imagined since 8th grade.

We moved up to the top of the bed to be more comfortable with the pillows. We embraced and kissed deeply again, and he moved his hands inside the back of my pants. I had heard before that he admired my ass way back when we worked at the pizza place, and I had hoped zenci escort that the years didn’t disappoint him. He squeezed it hard, and then somehow, slipped my pants off of me. My Victoria’s Secret panties followed, and I slid under the covers, still shy about what years had done to my body.

Johnny stood on the side of the bed, and slid his pants to the floor. He was standing in front of me nude, with a full erection…the way I had pictured him so many times in my life. I smiled, and he came to me, teasingly asking me what was funny. I shook my head and said “I just don’t believe this.”

“Let me show you it’s real,” he said, and cuddled up to my naked body. He was warm, and strong, and masculine and hard. I closed me eyes and made myself realize that it was real. He kissed me again, and his hands roamed my body. It was time. It was time for 25 years of sexual tension to transpire. He mounted me, and easily found my wet pussy with his cock. I moaned as he entered me, as he shoved himself hard into my hole. John started with long, hard strokes, but began pounding me with an intensity that showed me that he hadn’t had this type of sex in awhile. We kept moving and pounding and I moaned with pleasure.

I knew he had wanted something more, though, and so I asked him to slow down. We were beyond sexually aroused, but I also knew that there were things he had wanted to do with me. I rolled over, and asked him to lie on his back. As in my dream, I turned around and mounted him with my ass toward him. “Are you sure,” he asked.

“Yes.” I said. “Fuck my ass.”

Gently I sat down on his stiff cock. He grabbed his cock and helped me guide it in my ass. I whimpered, but sat all the way down on him. “God, Kel” was all he could say.

When he was finally all the way in, I rode him. I moaned as he stretched my asshole, but kept riding…kept pumping. I leaned back and he grabbed my tits, pulling my nipples as he pumped me.

Finally, he said he needed to cum. I moaned “Fill me, John” and he exploded in my ass. I waited until he was done, and dismounted. He was tired, I could see, but his eyes were still smiling.

“Are you done? Did you cum this time?” he asked me. I wanted to say that I did…what I had always done with others, but I hadn’t this time. It was not that I couldn’t have cum again. I just hadn’t wanted it to end. I didn’t want to finish too early, and now I was not finished at all. I was amazed that he could tell this. With all the men I had been with in my life, no one knew, or had even cared, that I didn’t get off.

“It’s ok, he said.” He kissed me again, and rubbed my clit. He shoved his fingers in my cunt as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. He bit my nipples and rubbed me until I screamed his name. I arched my back and came so hard, that I was shaking. I couldn’t stop the waves, and he just held his hand on me as I came.

“That was awesome,” we said simultaneously. We kissed for a long time, and had to stop ourselves in the name of time.

“Dang, John.”

“God, Kel.”

It was our code. Our way of saying….”that was everything I had expected.”

We cleaned up, and got dressed, and reluctantly left, separately. It was a secret, but it was the best secret I ever had.

He won’t leave his wife, and I won’t leave my husband. We have young kids, and it just isn’t time. Who knows what will happen in the future. We still talk almost daily through the computer and phone, and our bond has grown deeper. However, real life…happens…and we are still where we were.

At least now I know, though, what my John feels like, and how he makes me feel. That Tuesday was one of the best in our lives, and we are planning another.

Until then, though, I’ll still think of the cute guy coming around the corner in eight grade, wondering if I was ever be…good enough for him. I think I might be, now!

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As a young married couple, sex was great until my daughter came along. The increased expense required my wife to find a part time job. To save money, she got a job that she could work in the evenings. The combination of time away from each other and the fatigue from the extra work caused our sex life to be diminished greatly. In addition to her evening work, she began to work as an Avon representative on the weekend.

Because she had to work in the evenings, my wife would sometimes have me make deliveries for her. I also had to put together her orders, so I needed to learn about the products. It wasn’t really too hard, because I know what I liked.

One evening about 8:30, my wife was at work and our daughter was asleep. The doorbell rang and I opened the door to find a pretty lady standing there, in jeans and a button down shirt. She introduced herself as Marie, and said she was there to pick up her order. My wife didn’t tell me about it, so I called her at work. She told me that the order was in her book, and she didn’t have time to get it together, to I would have to. I invited Marie in, explained the situation and offered her a glass of wine while she waited.

She accepted the wine and began to drink it while I went to get the order together. Let me tell you about Marie. She is a slender brunette with a nice figure and small breasts. I brought the items into the living room, and had her inspect them to be sure they were the right products. We began to make small talk and I told her which ones I liked. She said she wasn’t sure about some of the fragrances, but I told her that some of them react differently on different people. She tried on of them on her wrist and asked me to smell it. I told her that that wasn’t the real test, and had her spray some moldova escort on her neck. She was on her third glass of wine, and we were hitting it off real well, so she put some on her neck.

After it settled, I leaned over pressed my face against her neck. I loved the fragrance and couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss her neck. She shuttered a little, and I knew this was having a effect on her. I continued to kill and suck on her neck a little. Then I moved up and kisser her on the lips. From there, I worked my way around to her ears inserted my tongue and sucked on her earlobes. She began to moan, so I reached for her breasts. She stopped me and told me she was too shy for this and had to get back to her house. I kissed her a few more times, and told her I had something else to show her.

She was curious, so she followed me into the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and kissed her a few more times. She allowed me to rub her pussy through her jeans, but would not let me feel her tits. To try to encourage her, I unzipped my pants and freed my cock. She sat up on the edge of the bed, and said she shouldn’t be doing this and really had to go. I took her hand, kissed it and placed it around my cock. She was a little surprised, but did not pull away. I slid her hand up and down my cock a few times. My precum began ooze out of my cock and she asked me if I came. I asked her if she had ever seen a man come before. She said that her and her husband only made love to her in the dark, and he only came inside of her, so had never seen a man come before, and really didn’t know what to expect.

I pulled of my shirt and pants and laid back down. I told her to continue stroking my cock, and I would let her watch me cum. She continued escort istanbul her stroking while I continued to rub her pussy. Soon I felt my orgasm building, and I told her that I was about to cum. Soon, my cock grew larger and harder until it finally exploded. Spurt after spurt exploded from my cock, up to my chest, and all over her hand. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and she asked my if I was OK. I told her that I was fantastic, and told her that she could let go of my cock. She hadn’t realized that she still had hold of it. She asked me if I wanted a towel. I asked her if she had ever tasted cum before. She said she hadn’t, because her husband thought it was dirty. I told her to lick her hand and see if she liked it. She took a small taste, and I could tell by her face that she liked it. I told her that she could clean the cum off my chest with her tongue. She smiled and leaned forward to lick my chest. After she finished my chest, she worked her way down my chest, stomach and finally to my cock. She took my cock into her mouth and began to lick and suck. She said that she had never done that before, but she really liked it. When she was done, I offered to return the favor, but she said she really had to go.

When I got home from work the next day, my wife told me that she wanted me to make a delivery to Marie’s for her. I tried my best to look upset, but I was really looking forward to it.

I got over to Marie’s at about 8:30 and she let me in. She was doing laundry, and thanked me for brining the order over. She said that she was really feeling guilty for what we did the night before. I asked her who was hurt, and kept talking to her when she was in the laundry room. The laundry room was small, so while were talking, we were standing bulgar escort very close. When she turned around to face me, I took her into my arms and kissed her. She melted into my arms and we began to make out. I sat her on the dryer and continued to kiss her. I tried to feel her breasts again, but she would not let me. I stepped between her knees and spread her legs. As I was kissing her, I unbuckled her belt, unfastened, and unzipped her jeans. She had pantyhose on underneath her jeans, so it made it real difficult to do much. I did manage to slip my hand in and began to play with her pussy. She was soaking wet, so despite her protests, I knew she was getting into it. I managed to slip her jeans and pantyhose down below her ass, but she had boots on, and time was running short.

I stepped back and pulled out my cock. I lifted her off the dryer and pushed her to her knees. I put my cock up to her lips and she opened her mouth. I began to fuck her face until I began to feel my cum building up in my balls. I stood her up and turned her around. I still couldn’t get her pants all the way off, so I bent her over the dryer, knelt down and began to lick her pussy. I found her clit, and began to suck on it. She gasped and said that no one had ever done that before. She came once and pushed her ass back into my face. I let her relax and stood up behind her. I ran my cock up and down her pussy until if found its way home. I pounded her pussy for all it was worth. As I felt her beginning to tighten up for her orgasm, I slipped a finger into her pussy along with my cock. My finger was coated with her pussy juice, and as she began to cum, I popped my finger into her ass. This was a totally new and unexpected experience for her. She came harder than she did before, and put her fist into her mouth to stifle her scream.

Her daughter began to wake up, so I pulled my pants up, kissed her and left.

Shortly thereafter, I was transferred to another city. Funny thing, we sucked, fucked, and I never saw her breasts. You know, I’m not really disappointed.

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I enjoyed the peace and quiet of a solitary Saturday, alone with my thoughts. Did I feel guilty about my sessions with Howard? Not really, I was craving attention and affection. My suppressed sexual desires had been released and satisfied for now at least. Was it wrong to have a relationship with someone I now knew to be only twenty? Not as long as no-one else knew, I chuckled inwardly at that thought!

On Sunday there was a street market in a nearby town, the day looked fine and I caught a bus to enjoy browsing round the stalls. Some nice fresh vegetables were purchased and I enjoyed a lovely milky coffee in a café down a side street.

As I left the café I heard a wolf whistle, I turned to view my admirer. There stood Howard, grinning as ever and heading in my direction. He was helping a mate, Derek, to move into a flat in the town he explained. He asked if I was staying a while as they would be done soon and would be going out for a few pints.

I knew Derek vaguely as he occasionally came in the Royal Inn and he seemed a quiet enough man, a little older than Howard and his mates but pleasant enough. I saw no harm in agreeing and said I would meet them by the Town Hall in an hour so if that was agreeable. Howard said that was fine as they just had some furniture to move from his van.

I browsed happily without adding to my shopping and then made my way towards the Town Hall, Howard and Derek were already there and greeted me cheerfully. Derek suggested going to the Red Lion which was very close nearby and soon we were standing at the bar, I offered to buy the drinks but they would not hear of it.

They were downing pints of bitter at a good rate, even on halves I was struggling to keep up and it was almost a relief when last orders were called. No all day drinking in those days! Derek suggested buying a few bottles to take back to his new place and Howard agreed saying he would take me home later if that was OK, I was relaxed and having fun so why not?

The two men carried a crate of bottles we had bought as we walked a short distance to the street where Howard had spotted me earlier. Derek unlocked the door to the downstairs flat, explaining that he had been wanting his own place for some time as living with parents was no fun. The door opened into a small living room furnished with just a sofa, a radio and a television, we made our way in. The crate was deposited by the sofa and Derek disappeared rus escort into what I assumed was the kitchen saying he had a bottle opener somewhere.

I shrugged off my coat laying it on the carpet, Howard was by now lounging on one end of the sofa giving me lustful looks. I whispered to him that here was not the right place and he just smiled. Derek returned triumphantly holding out a bottle opener and telling Howard to get some bottles opened. He also held out a five pound note to Howard, saying it was for the help and the bet.

Howard took the fiver placing it in his jeans front pocket. I enquired what the bet was, did he have a bet on a horse? Derek laughed saying no not a horse but it looked like a sure thing! I was puzzled and asked Howard what the bet had been, he looked sheepish and mumbled something I did not catch.

I asked again, and recoiled in horror as he explained that I was the subject of the wager. Derek and he worked on building projects together and after one of my early visits to the pub Howard had said how much he fancied me. Derek had laughingly said he had no chance and the friendly wager had been struck. He tried to placate me by saying how much he liked me and had said nothing to anyone else, he said Derek had known when I agreed to meet them for a drink but he had not told him any details.

I was furious and made to get my coat and leave, Howard grabbed me by the arms pleading with me not to leave. He pulled me up against him kissing me and telling me had been stupid. No the stupid one was me. He persuaded me to just have one drink and he would drive us home, Derek had swiftly opened three bottles and pushed one at me urging me to have a drink. He assured me that the secret was safe with him, the bet had been settled and that was it.

Drink does strange things at times, half a bottle of fizzy beer and I was sat back on the sofa with the two young men either side of me already on their second bottles. By the time I had finished the first bottle and another had been opened for me I was feeling distinctly light headed and giggly now my annoyance had abated. Howard turned and kissed me lightly, Derek said he wished the bet had been the other way round and laughed.

Howard laughed too, moving his arm around my shoulders, he asked if Derek could feel the way I kissed as a small sample. I was feeling drunk now and I knew I should not and yet I agreed. istanbul bayan eskort I turned towards Derek and closed my eyes, I felt soft lips on mine and they lingered. Howard’s right hand slowly dropped down my back and eased under my arm, caressing the side of my breast through my blouse and bra. I pulled away from Derek’s lips turning to remonstrate with Howard, his mouth was on me immediately, urgently kissing me his tongue probing into my mouth.

His strong arms pulled me to him, his mouth moved to my ear, biting gently with his teeth and whispering that he would show Derek how beautiful I was. My head was spinning and I lay back against the sofa watching as if I was hypnotised as his left hand moved to my blouse. Buttons were unfastened, my cleavage came into view, more buttons and the flesh of my stomach was visible, a couple more buttons and then he pulled back the left side of the garment. My nipple was enormous, pushing through the material as I gasped for air. Derek’s hand reached across and my eyes turned to him as he pulled back the right side of my blouse, my right nipple as obscenely erect as the left.

The jointly tense breathing of three people sounded as loud as the street traffic as two hands reached simultaneously for my breasts, thumbs rasped over my sensitive nipples, noisy slurping kisses fell on my upper breasts. A hand reached up my back, bra unclipped and lifted above my heavy tits. Gasps and compliments as they mauled a breast each, sucking as if in a contest to see who could extend a nipple furthest.

Howard’s hand on my knee, skirt sliding upwards, legs splaying apart, fingers stroking the gusset of my panties, wetness from within leaking. And my hips being raised, skirt unzipped and removed, panties sliding down and off my legs, the forest of pubic hair glistening, his fingers sliding inside me.

Another hand stroking my right thigh heading higher, Howard surrendered and returned to my breasts as Derek explored my soaking hole. He teased my clitoris until I came, sobbing and gasping as I shuddered. They stood over me, jeans being unclipped and unzipped, cocks erect and jutting and deliciously bare before they resumed their seats either side of me. My hands were guided to each erection, holding two cocks for the first time and struggling to find the correct rhythm with both hands simultaneously.

Derek’s cock was massively thick, almost half as much ukraynalı escort again as Howard and my small fingers barely reached around his girth. I wondered which would fuck me first, as if in answer my hand was removed from Derek’s cock. He reached down into the jeans round his ankles, pulling a packet of condoms from a pocket, the rubber rolled down the thick shaft. I was pulled to my feet and then facing Howard his hands pulled me down until I knelt on the rough carpet, Howard’s cock in my face then in my mouth.

Derek knelt behind me, his fingers fed his cock into my cunt, a massive and hard thrust sent him all the way in, his balls swung into me. I was orgasming in small waves the whole time such was my arousal. I was being fucked hard by Derek his hands reaching round to squeeze my tits as he pummelled my buttocks.

A groan from Howard, spurts of spunk in my mouth as I swallowed as fast as I could, an animal bellow behind me as Derek fired his load into the condom. Heavy breathing as we remained motionless for a few seconds, then Derek wandered off to dispose of the rubber. When he came back he opened more beer, we all took in turns to visit the bathroom and I sat naked and shameless between them as they once again caressed my needy body.

Soon their young cocks were showing signs of recovery, roles were reversed as I knelt in front of Derek and stretched my mouth to accommodate his thickness. Howard fucked me from behind, a spit lubricated finger slid easily up my bum and my arousement heightened. I was wanking and sucking Derek quite slowly, feeling the weight of his balls.

The cock in my cunt was removed, Howard’s fingers slid into me and he breathed that he thought I would like a cock in my arse. He slid two moistened fingers into my bottom, working them around and around. I felt his hard, rubber clad cock push against the resistance of my sphincter then he slid slowly in.

This must have pushed Derek over the edge, he gripped my head as he thrust upwards pushing more of his shaft into my mouth, a torrent of spunk erupted and it ran from my mouth. I felt a burning in my bottom as the first cock to enter there was thrust in and out ever more quickly. A different sort of orgasm enveloped me as Howard gripped my hips as his load filled the rubber deep in my bottom.

We slumbered and dozed on the sofa for a good while before I found the strength to wash and dress, my bottom felt a bit sore and I felt a lot dirty. I eventually persuaded Howard to sort himself and take me home, I had work the next day and I knew I would feel pretty dreadful in the morning.

We left Derek fast asleep, I had a feeling I would see him again and the knowledge of that was not comfortable.

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It was August 2013. I had just received news that my Vietnam manager had decided to quit and wanted to leave in three weeks’ time. We didn’t have anybody in that office who could run the number of ongoing projects; that had been a failing of mine – I just hadn’t had the time to ensure that an effective second-in-command was in place.

Janez was German, and he had been in charge of the Vietnam office ever since I had set it up a couple of years earlier. Now he wanted to go back to Stuttgart, ostensibly for “personal reasons” but I had this faint suspicion he was joining the competition. If there was any truth to that, it was imperative that a senior person be relocated to Hanoi immediately.

I had received the call on Monday morning from Janez; by late evening I had come to the conclusion that it was a bad time to send any of my managers from the other Asian countries as a replacement for the Vietnam Country Manager. I spoke to our Head Office in France but they weren’t particularly helpful in telling me to do whatever I thought was right.

I got back home late that Monday night and while having a drink, I told Sunita. She was clearly very distraught on hearing the news. I had to answer questions ranging from “Why you go for so long?” to “Where is Vietnam?”

Sunita is my live-in housemaid, and although we share a warm familiarity we do maintain the distance required of a maid and master in conservative India. Of course, we have had sex together although not exclusively in my case. Sunita, I believe, has made love only to me and to no other man since I took her virginity. Although I suspect she has had an ongoing lesbian relationship with her sister-in-law who also lives in Delhi but they meet very infrequently.

For the remainder of the week, I worked my butt off arranging things in the India offices and getting my Deputy up to speed on all the upcoming work. We agreed on an action plan that I would supervise remotely from Hanoi, but he was essentially going to run the India offices. I sent out a message to all my country managers across Asia, informing them that we were temporarily shifting the regional office to Hanoi, Vietnam. Each one of them spent upto an hour on the phone with me as we went through our 3rd and 4th quarter plans and activities.

I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be away, and although I had informed Sunita that it would be a month, I suspected it would be longer. My visa arrangements had been made with little difficulty, and the Vietnam office was expecting my arrival on the coming Monday.

It was now Friday night as I got into the elevator to my penthouse apartment. I would be flying out of Delhi early Monday morning, so I had about 48 hours to prepare myself for what lay ahead, and hopefully a relatively relaxed weekend before that.

I let myself inside the apartment and was surprised to see only one table lamp lit in the living room; normally Sunita would switch on a few more after sunset. But I like dim lighting and didn’t bother turning on any more lamps; letting my eyes adjust to the low level soft light instead. I dropped some papers and files that I had been carrying on to the table on which a laptop rested, and drifted towards my bedroom.

I washed up briefly in the bathroom after stripping out of my day clothes. There hadn’t been any rain for the last two days and night temperatures were around 26 degrees. I slipped into my usual weekend pair of faded denims and pulled a full sleeve lounge shirt over me. Walking barefoot to my bar, I poured myself a stiff scotch and threw a couple of ice cubes into the tumbler.

When I noticed that the ice was fresh in the bucket, I realised Sunita must have done that not too long ago and suddenly wondered where she was. I had assumed she’d gone out to do some shopping but now remembered that it was almost 10 o’clock. Taking a sip of the Laphroaig, I walked across the living room to the other end and knocked on the door to her room. There was no answer so I pushed it open but found nobody inside. I even pushed open the bathroom door but the lights were out.

I was now beginning to get a little worried. I walked towards the full glass sliding doors that led to my terrace full of plants, and pushed them apart trying to look out. I slipped into a pair of sandals that lay just outside the doors and sauntered out. My eyes once again adjusted to the near darkness, and only then did I see her silhouette against the night sky.

Taking another sip of the whiskey, I silently walked up to Sunita where she stood in one corner where the iron railing met a wall. She must have sensed my approach because I saw her move slightly, straightening up, and her hand went to her face in a gesture that suggested she was wiping tears from her eyes. She did not turn around to face me, nor did she give me her usual greeting of namaste.

I walked all the way up and stood barely an inch behind her. Taking another sip of the strong alcohol, kazak escort I placed the tumbler on a ledge and then closed the gap between our bodies. She was wearing a familiar pink coloured cotton saree and maroon blouse as she stood pressed against the latticed railing. I heard her sniff, perhaps now controlling her tears.

I could understand what she must have been going through ever since I told her about my impending departure. I had been too busy to spend any time with her throughout the week because of an incredibly hectic schedule which kept me in office for very long hours. She had been morose throughout and I did feel bad about not consoling her but found myself too tired at the end of each day to do anything but sleep.

Now, despite a killer week having just ended, I did not feel exhausted or tired; perhaps the thought of a relaxing weekend had pumped enough endorphins into my system. Standing behind Sunita, I bent my head and placed my nose against her hair, drawing in the sweet familiar fragrance of her toiletries. I raised my arms and wrapped them gently around her waist and instantly felt her lean back into me.

My lips and nose were close to the nape of her neck and her ear as I let out a long sigh, my breath washing over her exposed skin. I felt her shudder and then within seconds her body was wracked as she completely broke down; her tears welled out of her eyes and dropped on my forearms, she heaved deeply now, having given up any attempt at holding back the torrent of grief and sorrow. It was almost like she was crying in pain, and I felt a deep sadness as I wondered what our relationship had really become.

I was a foreigner working in India; she was a maid and housekeeper. We were not in love; we like each other very much, we had made love, but surely we weren’t IN love. Or was I missing something here. I had never bothered to question my own feelings about Sunita; to me it was a wonderful relationship with no emotional baggage. But right now, my deepest concern was for her. Would Sunita get used to my absence once I left? I was sure she would, but the intervening period was going to be torturous, or so it seemed.

I just held on to her, my arms wrapped around her middle, just below her breasts as she leaned heavily back against me. Her breathing returned to normal after a few minutes as we stood still in the darkness. My heart was heavy but I was unable to say anything to placate her, to make her feel less troubled than she was. I could empathise; I myself would miss her terribly but I would have enough on my plate to keep my mind and body occupied. What would she do?

After a while, she wiped her eyes with the corner of her saree, pushed herself away from me as I unravelled my arms and saw her turn around to walk back into the apartment. I stayed outside for a few minutes, sipping the malt I had poured earlier for myself. Not wanting my weekend to be steeped in misery and wretchedness, I hoped that the maid’s mood would alter and that she would accept the ramifications of my professional life as a reality that had to be contended with.

When I walked back into the living room through the large glass sliding doors that separated the terrace from the inside, I noticed that some more lamps had been switched on and the apartment looked a lot more welcoming than when I got back from work. I couldn’t see the maidservant anywhere but the door to her room was ajar so I walked up to ensure that she was alright. Through the room, I saw the door to her bathroom was also open a crack. As I approached I heard water running in the sink and figured that Sunita was just washing up, and possibly freshening up as well for the evening. Or what was still left of it, since it was now past 10:30.

As I tried to peer into her bathroom, I noticed a stirring in my groin. Realising that I was actually getting horny despite the fragile emotional moment we had just gone through, I embarrassedly turned away from the door and stepped out of Sunita’s room. What was I thinking! Having lost my tumbler of whisky somewhere along, I walked up to the bar and poured myself another in a fresh glass; then went to the stereo system and put on Shiv Kumar Sharma’s santoor masterpiece and settled in my favourite armchair.

Shutting my eyes, I let the warmth of the malt and the soothing strains of the music envelop me. Twenty minutes later, my maid still hadn’t emerged from her room and I was restless; potentially at opposite ends of an emotional spectrum. I put the glass down on a table, rose and walked back to her room. She was still in the bathroom; I now realised she had taken a quick shower but had dressed in the same clothes as she had on when I came home an hour or so ago. However, I also noticed a pair of white panties and a matching brassiere lying discarded on the floor, so she had changed her underwear. She stood in front of the mirror loosely braiding her hair into istanbul bayan escort a long, very long, ponytail which she threw over her shoulder.

I walked in, pushed the door to her bathroom open and stood behind her, my hands gently holding her hips. She was a head shorter than me so we both stared into the mirror, looking at each other’s reflection without uttering a word. Her eyes were clear and bright, not red rimmed and teary as I had expected. There was the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she stood there; still and straight, her hands now limply hanging straight along her sides.

“How’re you feeling?” I asked softly, barely above a whisper. She only nodded, didn’t say a word. I held her upper arms, feeling the dainty biceps under the half sleeves of her blouse; as I ran my fingers down her arms, past the crook of her elbows and on to her wrists, I felt goose bumps on her skin and the briefest sound of static. I ran my hands up and down her arms a few times as I lowered my face and touched the nape of her neck with my lips.

Releasing her arms, I placed my hands on her hips again and caressed their width, went lower and felt the contours of her shank. Beneath the saree and the petticoat layer, I felt her thighs quiver as I raised my hands and briefly placed them on her rump. Never stopping, my hands roamed across her lower body for a while; then up past her hips to the bare skin of her waist. I let them move around the front across her stomach, grazing her navel as my fingers traversed across the smooth flatness. My lips moved across her neck, from one side to the back and over to the other. I felt the lobe of her ear and gently bit on it, feeling the shiver that ran down my maid’s entire body.

Straightening up, I pressed my body against her back, my groin pushed against the firm flesh of her buttocks. I looked into the mirror and saw Sunita’s eyes shut, the tip of her tongue barely visible as it ran across her lips, wetting the luscious softness. They had been touched with a light press of red lipstick and the wetness glinted off her lower lip. I raised my hands from her belly and ran my palms across the cotton blouse that encased the roundness of her breasts. They were firm as always, youthful and without any sag.

My hands were under the drape of her saree that crossed diagonally over her chest; as my hands moved slowly across the fullness of her boobs, I felt the ridge of a brassiere under her blouse. Although she leaned back slightly and her head lolled against my chest, she placed her hands over mine in a suggestion that I should stop. But I couldn’t; instead I began to touch her neck and used a couple of fingers to trace down from her clavicle to the cleavage just above the top of her blouse. “Bhaiya, mat karo” she said, telling me to go no further. She used the more familiar and colloquial term referring to me as “brother” instead of the usual “sir” I wondered about that briefly but let it pass.

I pushed my body against her back, forcing her against the sink in front of which we both stood. The bulge in my pants was not subtle any more; it was hard and obvious as it pressed against her saree clad rump. I found the small clasps that held her blouse together and pushed open the top one so that I could push my fingers deeper into her cleavage. As I did so, I also felt the edge of her bra pressed against the soft flesh of her tits.

Sunita sighed, letting out a short breath as her hands now covered mine but there was no active resistance; she didn’t try and remove my hands. Instead she let her arms drop again to her sides and I felt them against the faded denims that I had worn. I took the opportunity to unclasp the last tether that kept her blouse in place and pushed aside the covering. Holding the apparel at the top of her neck, I drew it backward and pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms as she involuntarily bent her elbows to get the sleeves off. I turned briefly and hung the maroon coloured blouse on a wall hook in her bathroom.

Turning back to her, I unhooked the bra at her back and pulled the undergarment off her as well, letting it fall on the floor next to the lingerie she had dropped earlier. As I pressed against her again, I placed my hands under the pallu of her saree and directly over her breasts. Her nipples were hard and jutted firmly against my palms. I rubbed over them and then took them between my thumb and fingers; her aureolas were puckered and rough as her libido rose up a notch.

I then pulled the long loose end of her saree to her side and stared into the mirror, looking at her boobs. I saw the veined back of my hands as they caressed the large brown breasts, the stiff nipples rising out of the darker brown centres of each tit. I saw my fingers take her nipples and rub them to an even stiffer protuberance. My hands just wouldn’t stop moving. They ran up her neck, then across her shoulders and down her arms; I azeri escort felt the side of her boobs as my hands went along the curve of her waist and across the swelling of her hips, again over the saree. Then they moved upwards along her sides till I felt the side of her boobs again, and under her armpits.

Sunita raised her arms, bent them and held on to my biceps. I felt the hair in her armpits and notice a faint musky odour mingled with an under-arm deodorant she had sprayed on after her bath. She moaned gently as my fingers circled around her nipples and I lowered my head to kiss her on her neck and the jawline of her face. The pallu of her saree had trickled off her smooth shoulder and now hung from her waistline to the the floor. The top half of her body was fully exposed; her spectacular breasts large and firm, the dark nipples now very large and stiff.

Moving my hands back into her armpits I felt the soft downy hair, fingering the wispy cloud-like tufts; then I raised her hands up straight above her heads and looked at the hair under her arms. I ran my fingers through them, knowing how sensitive to my touch the hollows were. With her arms still above her, I ran my hands down the sides of her torso, pushing together her fully grown bosom as I ogled the deep cleavage they formed. Once again, I ran my palms across her hardened nipples pulling them with my thumb and forefinger, twirling them around as I pressed my bulge into her arse.

Sunita then lowered her arms; as they fell down to her hips, I lowered my right hand and grasped her own. With my left I continued to caress both her breasts, moving from one to the other. As I did that, I tightened my grip on her wrist and drew her hand backwards and pushed it between my groin and her buttocks. As I shoved myself forward, she opened her palm and felt the heat of my throbbing penis, gently stroking the length along the inside of my thigh against which it hung.

With the maid now gently stroking the ramrod shaft in my pants, I raised my hands to her belly and let my fingers play for a moment in her navel. Then I plucked at the folds of her saree that were tucked into her petticoat and began to peel them out, pulling at the fabric as the edges eased out of their holding. In less than a minute I had teased out the multiple strands and let the entire six yards of cotton fall to the ground like a cascading waterfall. She stood there against me, still rubbing my erection inside the denim as I stared at her bare body, now encased only in the petticoat.

I stepped back for a second and pulled off the t-shirt I was wearing and then pressed back against her, my chest feeling her skin for the first time. The effect was almost immediate; my cock seemed to harden and grow uncomfortably large in the confined space within my underwear and jeans, my stomach contracted as it pressed against the small of her back, and her hand seemed to get hotter as she continued her ministrations over the bulge in my trousers.

Involuntarily, I grabbed her wholesome boobs in my hands and squeezed them tight till she groaned, perhaps in as much pain as pleasure. I pulled on her nipples a little too roughly, realising only when she mouthed a painful “aaah! sahib! not so hard please” It struck me immediately that she had reverted from bhaiya to sahib, but I was past caring about the nuances of her dialogue.

I wanted my maid naked and vulnerable, helpless and unguarded, in my arms. And I wanted it immediately. My hands were around her belly and my fingers sought the drawstring of her petticoat so I could loosen it and strip her completely. Her petticoat was a faded hue of maroon and the top hugged her hips perfectly. Clearly it was a tailored garment and not a ready-to-wear off the shelf item. Briefly, I let go of the knot in the drawstring and placed my hands on her hips, running my palms over the curves from her narrow waist to the fullness of her hips that tapered down along her thighs.

Then, just as I was going back to unknot the string, my maidservant turned around and faced me. Her eyes were open and she was looking up, craning her neck, peering into my eyes. For a second I was startled at the depth of her eyes, the dark brown pools reminding me of a doe caught in the headlights of my oncoming vehicle while I was driving down some rural village some months ago. There was a longing in those eyes, but also a fear; perhaps of the unknown. In Sunita’s look, there was also lust and passion, there was hope and sadness, there was a wanton greed and a complete submission. All of it mixed into an unfathomable depth.

My heart was pounding as I stared down at her, and my arms wrapped themselves around her in a sudden and surprising moment of deep emotion. My hands were on her naked back, clasping her to me as though I was too afraid to let go. I held on to her for more than a minute while my heart slowed down and I realised that I was on an emotional roller coaster without knowing how or when to get off. I became aware of her body when my fingers began to trace the curvature of her spine, running down from her neck to the top of her buttocks. From there, I brought my hands in front of her and once again attempted to remove the last remaining garment from her body.

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