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My wife and I worked hard to prepare for retirement. We saved and scrimped what we could in the early years. But family and kids take precedence so we didn’t save much during that time. We worked two jobs each to pay off our house and send both our son and daughter through college. Once both kids were out on their own, we turned our efforts to building a nest egg for retirement.

We still worked two jobs each and did rather well. After years of savings we had enough money to live comfortably and set a retirement day. We were planning on traveling and just enjoying ourselves. Two weeks after we set that date my wife was diagnosed with cancer. I lost her a year later.

I was devastated. I quit both jobs and turned into a hermit. I stayed in my house and only went out for necessities. Both my kids would stop by from time to time and try to get me to go out with them, but I was so depressed I refused. Slowly my depression lessened. Eventually I began to socialize and started doing a bit of traveling.

I took a trip to Las Vegas, spent a week gambling (I lost my ass of course) and going to shows. I even got up the courage to hire a call girl for a night. She was young (in comparison to my 56 years) 23 or 24, beautiful and a perfect professional.

I hadn’t had sex since my wife died, so I was nervous and unsure about whether I could have sex at all. I needn’t have worried. Clare and I had sex three times that night. And when she left I was completely sated and happy.

When I returned home I found that Carl Flare and his family had moved but instead of selling their house, they were renting it. I decided that I should go introduce myself. Why I did that I still don’t know since I was still not interacting with others much, but I did. I walked over and knocked on the door. A young man answered the door and I introduced myself. I could see two kids behind him, both very young boys.

After I introduced myself the young man grunted, “Frank.” And held out his hand.

I shook it and a moment later he bellowed, “Sarah! WE GOT COMPANY!”

I heard footsteps then Sarah appeared. She smiled and held out her hand as she said, “Hi, I’m Sarah.”

She was a good-looking young lady. She was tiny, 4′ 11″ tall and weighed about 90 lbs. or so.

She had a really nice ass which was cased in tight shorts and a pair of firm looking “B” cup breasts that looked much larger on her small.

As soon as she let go of my hand she began to talk. Not fast but continuously. In a very short time I learned that Frank was a construction worker, that the two boys were named Greg and Glenn, were 2 and 4 years old respectively and they had moved from Alabama in search of work for Frank. As Sarah talked Frank rolled his eyes and disappeared into the living room where I could see the TV was on.

I stood and listened to Sarah talk for a half hour. I didn’t catch most of what she said, I was too busy covertly watching her breasts giggle under her blouse as she moved. After a few minutes I was delighted to see her nipples showing through the material.

Sarah finally said, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to hog the conversation.”

“Aw my dear young lady it has been a delight for this old man to listen.” I replied.

To my delight her cheeks colored just a slight bit as she said, “Oh you are a flirt!”

“At my age that’s the best I can do.” I said.

An impish smile creased he lips as she replied, “Yea, uh hu, Ok.”

“I need to get home. I hope we can talk again soon.” I said.

“That would be fun. I don’t know anyone else here to talk to.”

As I fell asleep that night, I was remembering the night with Clare. Later I dreamed of that night, but it wasn’t Clare that was sitting astride my cock, it was Sarah. I woke from the dream to find I had a raging hard on. I stroked it as I tried to recalled my dream. As it came back to me, as I remembered the feel of Clare sliding down onto my cock I visualized Sarah’s face. It didn’t take me long to cum with those fantasies floating through my head.

The next morning I lay there in my bed thinking about my dream. I knew I’d never try anything with Sarah, but I also knew I liked the fantasy. I decided I was going to talk to her whenever I could so I could feast my eyes on her. Fuel for a few more dreams and fantasies.

Frank found a job on a large construction project. It was in the next state, so he didn’t make it home very often, maybe once or twice a month. I made it a habit to talk to Sarah whenever I could, which was almost every day. Actually, I didn’t do much of the talking, she did; I listened. Sarah wasn’t one to hold back on anything.

I learned all about her family, Frank’s family and every one of their relatives. I learned that she had married Frank when she was 18, that she had gone to college on a running start program and had an AA degree in accounting and that she had never worked in the field because Frank didn’t want her working. She was always happy and upbeat until the day I found her crying. I stopped Van Escort by for my regular visit. I knocked on the door and when she answered the door her eyes were red and swollen.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” She replied choking back a sob.

“Sarah, I’ve never seen you like this. Something has to be wrong for you to be so down.”

She stared at the floor for a moment then wailed, “Frank lost his paycheck in a poker game!”

I put my hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed to comfort her as I said, “Oh come now, it can’t be that bad!”

“It….it…. is!” she sobbed, “He…he lost most of the last one in a poker game too. We haven’t paid the rent in two months And I don’t have any money to buy food!”

“Look,” I said stroking her shoulder, “I’ll loan you the money.”

“But…what if I can’t pay it back? And how will you afford it? You’re retired aren’t you?” She asked still sobbing lightly.

“I’ve got enough savings that I’m comfortable so don’t worry about that. You don’t need to pay me back right away. You can pay me back when you get on your feet. “

“I don’t know if I should.” She said, “I don’t like being in debt to anyone.”

“If you don’t take it I’ll feel badly.” I said, “You and the boys need food and shelter. What about the utilities? Are they paid?”

“Oh my god! I forgot about them!” She sobbed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of those too. But you have to talk to Frank. He can’t be losing his paycheck like that. He has a family to take care of.”

“I’ll….I’ll try.” she snuffled.

I pulled out my wallet and handed her $400.00.

“For food.” I said, “I’ll call the property management and the utility company tomorrow and get those paid.”

“I can’t….” She began, pushing the money toward me.

I backed up and replied, “I’m sorry but once I’ve handed it to you, it’s your’s.”

She looked at the money, then at me and a thoughtful look crossed her face as she said, “I hope you don’t think this means you can take liberties with me.”

“Sarah!” I said forcefully, “Have I ever made any such insinuation? Have I even hinted at

anything like that? I’m not doing this to take advantage of you or so you owe me. I’m doing it because you and the boys need it.”

Her eyes again grew shiny with tears as she replied, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Forget it. Take the money and get some food. I’ll take care of the rest. And you can pay me back when you can.”

In actuality I had fantasied that it might lead to me getting into her panties. After her remark though, I knew that would never happen. But I also knew she and the boys needed the money and I just couldn’t let them go without. The next morning, I called and made arraignments to pay the rent and utilities. Two days later I walked over to see how she was doing. When I knocked on the door Sarah opened it and a huge smile filled her face.

“Dan! Come in!”

I stepped and followed her to the living room.

I sat down on the couch and Sarah asked, “A beer?”

“Sure.” I replied.

She left and returned shortly with a beer.

She handed it to me then said, “I don’t normally buy beer, but I bought this one just for you. Dan, I’m really sorry about that comment I made when you gave me the money. I’m not even sure why I said it.”

I grinned and replied, “No worries. Even if I had thoughts like that, I know I’m way too old for you. I’m sure a beautiful young woman like yourself wouldn’t ever think of an old guy like me in that way.”

A strange look filled Sarah’s face as she said, “Mmmm……yea. Ok.”

She sat and we talked for a half hour. To be truthful, as usual, it was her doing all the talking. I finished my beer and she offered another. I wanted to but I also knew I had to get out of there before I slipped and made a stupid comment.

She walked me to the door and just before I left, I asked, “Have you talked to Frank yet?”

“No. She replied slowly, “I…aw…I want to talk to him face to face. I was going to ask if you would watch the boys this weekend so I could drive over and do that.”

I smiled and replied, “Sure. When do you want to leave?”

“Early Saturday morning.” She replied, “And I’ll be home about noon on Sunday.”

“Ok. I’ll be here at 7:00 AM. Will that work?”

“Dan, you are so nice to me I can’t believe it!” She replied.

“No problem.” I said, adding in my head, ‘Not as nice as you think. What I would do to you if I had half a chance would make a sailor blush!’

I arrived at her door at 7:00 sharp on Saturday. When she let me in I had a hell of a time keeping my eyes off her. She had on a tight, white miniskirt and a very tight tube top. Instantly my cock was so hard it hurt from looking at her. I followed her to the living room and when we arrived, she turned to face me. My eyes locked on her chest. Her nipples stood out like twin pencil erasers though the thin material of her top.

After a moment I Van Escort Bayan realized she was talking to me and I pried my eyes away from the fabulous sight of her nips, “….Greg is just potty trained so he might have an accident. Both boys need to be in bed by 8:00 and they like to get up early so you better be prepared.”

She smiled at me and turned in a circle as she said, “Do you think Frank will like it? I bought it especially for him.”

“If he doesn’t love it, he’s dead.” I grunted.

“You are so sweet!” She said, then added, “Do you like it?”

I stared at her nipples, unable to keep my eyes off them as I said, “Do I like it? Damn girl you look fabulous!”

“Aw, Dan! That’s so nice!” She said as she launched herself at me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her whole body against me as she hugged me. I could feel her hard nips through her top and the warm pressure of her mound pressed to my belly. I pulled her tighter and held her that way for a few heart beats. Finally, I felt her grip on my neck loosen so I set her on her feet and reluctantly let her go.

“I’ve got…to go.” She said, “Like I said, I’ll be back by noon tomorrow.”

“Ok, be careful, ok?”

“I will.” She replied over her shoulder as she stepped out the door.

The boys and I played games all afternoon. I made them supper at 6:00, put them in a bath by 7:00 and had both in bed by 8:00. I watched TV until 11:00, then fell asleep on the couch. I woke early the next morning with Glenn bouncing on my chest. I fed them breakfast and we again played games most of the morning. Sarah arrived at 11:30. As she came in the door, I could tell something was wrong. Her eyes were red and she moved like she was in a trance.

“Did everything go OK with Frank? Are you ok?” I asked.

Sarah looked up at me and said, “Dan, could we not talk right now? I’m so tired. I need to sleep. When I wake I’ll tell you everything, OK?”

“Sure.” I replied, “Do you want me to watch the boys while you take a nap?”

“No, I’ll put both of them down for a nap with me.”

“OK, I’ll go on home then.” I replied.

She said nothing more as I left. I was more than a little hurt. She hadn’t even said thank you. I sat on my patio drinking beer for the rest of the afternoon, brooding about her slighting me. By 6:00 that evening I had drank 7 or 8 beers and was feeling pretty drunk. The phone rang shortly after 7 and it was Sarah.

“Hi Dan. Could you come over. I really need to talk to you.”

“Yeh, I’ll be there in a bit.” I said in short chopped words that matched my mood.

I got up and trudged into the house, stripped and stepped into the shower. As the water cascaded over me, I sobered up a bit, but as I toweled myself dry I was still pretty buzzed. I pulled on some shorts and a shirt, then headed next door.

When I knocked on the door Sarah opened it. She was dressed in a thin summer dress that hit her at mid-thigh and hugged her body like a glove, forming around her firm breasts. The outline of her nipples stood out though the thin material. Her eyes were glassy and even though I had been drinking most of the afternoon I could smell booze on her. As I saw her, I began to get angry.

‘She flaunts that sweet little body in front of me because I’m an easy touch, I’m old and she thinks I don’t want it!’ Were my drunken thoughts.

I choked it back and followed her to the living room.

I sat and she asked, “Beer?”

“Yea, sure. Why not?” I said trying to hide the anger in my voice but even to my ears failing to do so.

She left and returned with two beers. She handed me one, then sat on the opposite end of the couch.

She took a drink of her beer, then said, “I talked to Frank.”

“So, is he going to be the model husband from now on?” I asked, trying not to sound sarcastic and petulant but failing.

“No he….aw…he….” a moment later she burst into tears as she sobbed, “When I got there, he was at a strip club getting a blow job! The bastard is spending his paycheck on whores and lap dances!”

For a moment I was stunned, then I recovered and said, “So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to divorce the bastard is what!” She grated through a flood of tears.

In an instant my anger was forgotten. It seemed so damned petty in light of what Sarah had just told me.

“But…I..don’t know what I am going to do about me and the boys until we get a judge to make Frank pay child support. I can’t pay for this house. I’ll need to get a job and find a much smaller place. I need to pay the bills and the biggest thing is I need to pay you back.”

“I told you paying me back is not a priority. You can do that whenever you can. And as far as the house I can take care of things until you get on your feet.”

Sarah stared at me for a moment then said in a low voice, “Dan, why are you so nice to me?”

As her question filtered into my alcohol fogged brain, I was drunk enough that the words spilled from Escort Van my mouth before I could think about stopping them, “You remember what you accused me of when I first offered you money? That I wanted to take advantage of my offer? Maybe get into your panties? You spoke true. If I were 20 years younger, I would try with all my might to do just that. But I’m too old and I know you’d not want a guy my age. Damn Sarah haven’t you ever noticed how I look at you? That hungry look?”

I finished and sat staring at her. She was staring right back at me, her eyes wide.

After a bit the silence grew heavy and I couldn’t take letting it stretch out, “Yeh, I know, I’ll go. But the money was offered with nothing attached, no conditions or expectations. I’ll still pay your rent and utilities and I’m going to whether you want me to or not. It’s not in my nature to leave you and them without.”

She didn’t say a word as I stood, walked to the door and without a backward glance let myself out. When I got to my place, I broke out a bottle of whiskey I had in the cupboard and spent the next 3 hours sitting in my chair taking shot after shot. By the time I was done I was so drunk I couldn’t stand and had to crawl to bed. It had been years since I had drank that much and when I woke my hangover was a killer. I spent the entire day recuperating. Actually, it took me three days to get completely over it. After that I avoided letting her see me and didn’t call or go over to her house, for a couple of reasons:

1) I was totally embarrassed and mortified by what I had said and done. What I said had been true, but some things should never be voiced and my lust for her was one of them.

The first reason lead directly to the second,

2) I was sure she was disgusted with me because of what I had said. I was sure a man my age lusting after a young woman her age would be another reason for her to be totally revolted.

And finally,

3) I felt like I had destroyed the friendship I had with her and I really didn’t want to face that reality.

As the days slipped into weeks Sarah didn’t contact me and I knew she probably never would again. I saw her come and go, but I always stayed out of sight, not wanting to face the look of distaste I was sure she would give me. Even with that, I was good to my word. I paid the rent, paid the utilities and every week, when she was gone, I pushed an envelope of cash through the mail slot in her door for food and other stuff.

I was watching TV one early Saturday afternoon two months after my drunken revelation when a knock sounded on my door. When I opened it, I was surprised to find Sarah standing on my porch.

“I….aw……” I stammered, not knowing what to say.

She looked solemn as she said, “I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“I understand.” I said sadness filling me as I looked at her face, set in a stoic expression.

“Do you? Do you really?” She asked, a sharp edge to her voice.

“Yes I do.” I told her, “I said some things that I know disgusted and offended you. I really should have come to you and apologized, but I didn’t know how and I was so embarrassed, so mortified by my conduct I couldn’t bring myself to do it, but I didn’t want you and the boys going hungry or being thrown out of your house.”

“You really don’t have a clue.” She said softly, that sharp edge still in her voice, which cut me worse than if she had screamed at me.

“Sarah I am so…..” She held up her hand to stop me and said, “Like I said, you don’t have a clue. I need to say some things to you, but I don’t want to do it here on your porch. The boys are napping so I need to get home. I want you to come to my house this evening at 8:00. The boys will be in bed so we can talk.”

I could imagine the verbal whipping I was in for, but I knew I had to face her wrath and take my medicine.

I hung my head in shame as I replied, “Ok.”

Sarah turned and left without another word. I was tempted to break out the whiskey to fortify my courage, but I also knew I needed to be sober for our conversation. I had already decided I wasn’t going to try to defend what I had done, that I would take whatever she had to say as my punishment.

The time ticked by at seeming double speed and before I knew it, it was a few minutes to 8. I got up out of my chair and trudged to her door. It took me several tries before I could knock. I was startled when the door opened less than a second after I knocked. I realized she must have been waiting for me. To me it felt like she just wanted to get this over with.

“Come in.” She said.

As I entered, I took note of what she was wearing. It was one of the thin cotton sun dresses that looked so good on her. It was white with printed flowers, pulled in at the waist and held by a belt. Even though I knew I shouldn’t my eyes scanned down her body, stopping for a moment on her firm breasts. To my surprise I saw her nipples showing though the thin material of her dress indicating she didn’t have on a bra. I tried not to stare and quickly looked on down taking in how the dress hugged her hips, how her legs looked smooth and finally that she was barefoot.

She didn’t say a word, but motioned me to follow her. Head hung like a man going to his

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The next day greeted me with pouring rain.

I could smell the wet but warm air when I was still in the kitchen eating breakfast, and when I walked out to my car later, my hair was dripping within seconds. It was the first non-sunny day in a very long time, and I cursed my luck at promising Seth what I had just yesterday. I had not dared walk around in a skirt in front of my mother, with the weather being as it was, she would have declared me crazy. Instead, I wore jeans and changed into the dark blue, well above knee length skirt in the car.

Marisol raised an eyebrow at me when she met me in the parking lot. I just shrugged my shoulders, but there was no time for explanations as the rain was still going strong and my coat was slowly soaking through. I wouldn’t have known what to say in any case.

The droplets of water finding their way onto my skin in various ways made me shudder. Marisol didn’t seem to feel any more comfortable than I did, so we started towards the entrance amongst the other students that were just arriving. A large group of boys running on one side of the parking lot caught my attention. The football team was apparently finishing their morning workout a little late, and the students stood aside respectfully and waited in the pouring rain as the players, all soaked to the skin, cut through the crowd at the front doors. Seth was one of the first, his grey t-shirt and black shorts clinging tightly to his toned body, water dripping from his short hair and running down his face and neck. His eyes met mine for a split second before he turned and stepped through the door. When he lowered his head, despite his exhausted expression, I could see a slight smile on his lips. The bastard knew exactly how irresistible he looked.

When all of the football team has finally gone through the doors, Marisol and I were able to make our way inside the building and to our lockers. The humidity inside was insanely high, and my top started clinging to my skin, assisted by the wetness seeping out of my hair after I took off my coat and shook it out. I wasn’t happy at the thought of putting the wet thing into my locker with my books and notebooks, but there weren’t really any good alternatives. I said goodbye to Marisol soon after, when the first bell had already rung, and made my way to study hall.

The old lunchroom had always been a rather cold place, and a stream of cool air hit me when I entered, making me shudder and causing my nipples to harden within seconds. Just when I sat down in my spot, the second bell rung and the last student – Seth – entered the room. He hadn’t changed his clothes or even toweled his hair, and he was leaving a trail of water wherever he went, since his running shoes also seemed to have soaked up a good portion of water. He seemed completely unconcerned with that, however. He didn’t even sit down, but asked Miss Larsen right away for permission to go and change, which struck me as strange. I knew that if he had stayed in the locker room to change, he could have gotten out of receiving a tardy easily. When Seth turned and left the room, he didn’t look up, but he did raise his eyebrows slightly, and I knew that sign was meant for me.

Shuddering, but excited, I walked up to the desk.

“Miss Larsen, may I go to the bathroom and dry my hair?”

Miss Larsen frowned and looked across the room, not happy with my request. “If I let you go, every girl will want to.”

“I get sick easily,” I explained to her. “My mother won’t be happy if my grades suffer because I catch a bad cold.” I sneezed for good measure.

“Fine,” she sighed, and gave me a hall pass.

I was out in the hall not a second later. I wasn’t quite sure where Seth wanted to meet with me, but considering where he had ambushed me the last time, I made my way in the direction of the equipment storage room. He wasn’t around there though, and the room itself was locked, so I kept walking around, hoping I hadn’t misread his sign.

When I turned a corner, he was standing there leaning against the wall, incidentally next to the drinking fountain where he had talked to me for the first time. I let my eyes roam over his delicious body for a few seconds, so clearly on display because of the wet clothes clinging to it. His eyes lit up when he saw me, but instead of waiting for me, he pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the door at the end of the hallway.

“Are you crazy?” I hissed, and he gave me a dark look. When I came a few steps closer, he simply grabbed me by the hand and opened the door, pulling me out into the pouring rain.

I screamed when we started running over the grass, half in giddiness, half because it was just so damn wet outside. I almost slipped and stumbled a few times, but Seth mercilessly pulled me further, through the warm, dense rain. I looked back at the school and was suddenly very glad that there weren’t any windows on this side of the building, with the locker rooms and gym being on this end. If we were lucky, maybe we wouldn’t get in trouble.

I was completely and utterly Van Escort soaked by the time we got to the football field. My white and blue shirt was completely see-through now, and my skirt was a wet mess clinging to and wrapping itself around my legs. The only dry parts of me were my feet, protected by my socks and my black boots. I was shaking, but at the same time, it was kind of too late to care. Seth turned around to look at me while running, grinning like a little kid, and after a moment of considering to bite his head off, I smiled back.

The area under the bleachers was Seth’s destination. The bleachers themselves lessened the rain, but didn’t shield us from it completely, and the water still dripped down upon us aplenty. I was shaking by the time we got there, because while this was a warmer than average day, it was still cold enough to freeze when completely soaked.

“I will fucking kill –” I started, but by then Seth had pressed me against one of the metal beams and was kissing me hard. His hands were roaming around my cotton-clad body while I huddled against him for warmth and tasted rain on his lips, and when he pulled away and stared at me hungrily, I couldn’t help but admire the sharp curves of his muscular body that the clinging shirt emphasized. He was giving my own body a very similar look.

“Jesus Jen,” he said huskily, and we were kissing again, this time to the feeling of two hands worming their way up my skirt. Seth worked furiously to free me of my clingy panties, which were wet mostly because of the rain, but not entirely. When he finally managed, he pulled them down to my knees and then cupped my ass, pulling me against him and letting me notice that he was most impressively hard. I threw my arms around his neck and held him close while toying with his tongue. I was still shaking, not only cold but also excited.

Finally, he nodded towards the metal beam I was leaning against. “Think you can hold yourself up?”

When I shrugged and nodded, he spun me around and had me place my hands against the beam. My skirt was flipped up and he entered me just a second later, his cock a strangely hot and hard sensation. I gasped and pushed back at him while he held my hips steady with his hands, his cock in me feeling truly hot compared with my freezing skin. His right hand wandered across my back, and a second later I could feel his thumb pressing lightly into my asshole. I could remember that he had done this before, and I was curious if he was more interested in that area than he had let on so far. In any case, the sensation felt great and I threw back my head and moaned as he started fucking me hard.

I was so aroused that I knew from the start it wouldn’t take long for me to start coming. I felt hypersensitive to the exquisite friction his cock caused inside me, and I matched his aggressive thrusting to get more. His hard lower belly slapped against my ass every time, causing my body to shake and me to issue small gasps. He took his other hand from my hip as well after some time, leaving me to offer resistance to his powerful slamming inside me alone. Instead, he tangled his fingers in my wet hair and pulled ever so slightly, almost teasing, but then increased the pull to make me bite my lip in pain and pleasure.

I screamed his name when I was on the edge, eyes closed tightly and my whole body shuddering with the hot and cold sensations, the water dripping onto my back and the hand on my ass keeping my back arched. He increased his pace, until I felt he could go no faster, groaning with pleasure. He seemed to know exactly when I would peak, because I could hear him moan in desperation as he tried to hold back and wait for me. His last thrust pushed me over the edge, and for a while I could feel nothing but sensations, wave after hot wave of ultimate pleasure making my body shudder, while the droplets of rain cooled it down and Seth spent himself inside me.

We remained in the same position for almost a minute afterwards, too spent to even move. My hands still grasped the metal beam to hold me up, my head had sunk down between them and water ran down it and dropped off my chin, nose and forehead. Seth’s hands supported my hips, but I could feel them shake as well.

Finally, he pulled out of me, and my legs just gave way, letting me sink to the ground. It was dirty, wet and slightly muddy, but my clothes would have to be washed and dried anyway. Seth sank down next to me and put his arms around me, kissing my forehead and holding me close. I closed my eyes and huddled close to him, wanting to share what warmth he gave me. I was reminded of the first time we had fucked in the shower, the water was coming down at us just the same, only this time we were sitting in the mud under the bleachers, and I was starting to really freeze instead of being comfortably warm.

“So, what do you propose I do now?” I asked him after a while. He gently rubbed the cold skin of my arm and smiled at me.

“How about you just take the day off? Or at least a few hours. I can go change really Van Escort Bayan quick and drive you home, so you can warm up and get some new clothes on.”

“Hmm.” The idea of spending time with him that wasn’t sex or after-sex cuddling sounded tempting. I hadn’t yet reached a decision when Seth straightened up, and extended a hand to help me get up as well. I used the opportunity to pull my panties back up, which felt disgusting, because they were now just as rain-drenched as the rest of my clothes.

“Either way, we need to get out of the rain.”

Not running this time, he led me to the lonely shed a short distance from the football field that was Glenn Valley High School’s weight room. The old weight room, in the main building, had been converted to a classroom quite a few years ago, to host the increasing number of students attending Glenn Valley. The shed itself was deserted, but unlocked, and Seth placed me on a bench to wait while he got me a few towels and turned up the heat in the already fairly warm room. When he was sure I would be comfortable, he asked me to wait, kissed me once more and then left the shed, crossing the grass to the school building’s back entrance once again.

I leaned back against the wall and smiled. Despite the fact that I felt gross and wet, this little encounter had been quite exciting, and my pussy was still tingling. I closed my eyes, leaned back against the wall and peeled my clinging skirt off my thigh, so I could put my hands under it and get rid of my disgustingly wet underwear. After I had bundled it up at my feet, my hand slipped back under my skirt almost automatically, teasing my clit as I relived the scene that had just happened in my mind. Warm pleasure began to run through my body once again, and I enjoyed myself, head thrown back, while I waited.

Seth took his sweet time. I was close to orgasm when I heard an amused chuckle, and I opened my eyes and jumped when I saw Seth kneel right in front of me, picking up my panties off the floor.

“Look what I found!”

“Very funny,” I muttered and closed my legs, flipping my skirt down hastily and trying to ignore the protest of my aching clit. Seth only shook his head.

“What would you have done if I’d been a coach?”

“Blushed?” I offered, and he laughed, while he pressed my knees apart again and pushed my skirt back up. I moaned in anticipation and gasped when the tip of his tongue first touched my clit. He licked over it rapidly several times, causing my hips to grind against his face because it felt so good. My hand grasped what it could of his short hair and held his head close as he licked his way up and back down my entire slit, using long, broad strokes.

“Don’t draw it out,” I begged him, too eager to orgasm to be patient. He obeyed, sucking my clit into his mouth, where he flicked it with his tongue over and over again while sucking hard, making it swell even more. I moaned and begged in the same breath, cheeks flushed and both of my hands now buried in his hair, my nails probably hurting his scalp. Two of his fingers plunged into my wet hole and started fucking me rapidly, which, along with the stimulation of his tongue, was all it took to push me over the edge.

I tried to keep my voice down when I came this time, I really tried. But I couldn’t help it when a loud, drawn-out scream escaped me as my hips bucked in release. Seth eagerly licked up my wetness until I calmed down again, but even then he occasionally gave my clit a teasing lick, until I pulled his head away from my lap. He withdrew his fingers and stood up while I straightened my skirt. My clothes and hair weren’t dripping anymore, but still rather damp and clinging to my skin uncomfortably.

“That was fun,” he noted, smiling, and helped me stand up as well while he wiped his face of my juices. “We should get going though, I don’t want to take a risk.”

I barely kept myself from laughing out loud. “A risk? Says the guy who just took me out of study hall and ran across half the school to have sex under the bleachers? If you don’t want to get caught or arouse suspicion, I suggest re-evaluating your definition of risk there, Seth.” He only shrugged, half embarrassed, and handed me a dark blue hoodie he had brought. I put it on over my shirt and noticed at once that it smelled pleasantly like Seth. He had changed as well, into warmups and his regular, dry shoes.

We left the weight room holding hands, and made our way to the street behind it at a fast pace. We had to cross a fence that surrounded the general area of the football field and baseball diamond, which was slippery with the rain. Seth gallantly helped me across, then jumped over it himself. He had moved his car, which was what had taken him so long to get back to me, and I assumed that he just didn’t want to be seen with me in the student parking lot.

His car was a fairly used-looking, dark blue Ford Taurus, and I was pleasantly surprised at how clean he kept it inside. There was the occasional empty Powerade bottle lying around, but I didn’t Escort Van have to wade through knee-deep mess in order to climb into the passenger seat. Seth started the car in a hurry, presumably to get the heat going, which I was thankful for. Neither of us spoke when he started to drive.

By the time we got to my house, the inside of the car hadn’t yet warmed up as much as I would have liked, and I was eager to get inside. Seth didn’t waste any time either; he was out of the car and by my side in a moment. I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally opened the door and stepped inside, looking around. My mother was at work, of course, and I was supremely glad that she couldn’t see me in my soaked clothes right now. I hadn’t lied to Miss Larsen when I had told her that I got colds easily, and my mother would have killed me for being this irresponsible about my health. I recalled a conversation with her just a few weeks earlier, when she had, despite the blazing heat outside, remarked that it was about time to get the sweaters out again. I had laughed at her then, because we had had record temperatures that week, and I had been so hot in school that I didn’t even want to contemplate the thought of wearing a sweater.

It was somewhat startling to notice that that particular conversation had taken place in a time before I had ever even exchanged a single word with Seth Marshall. I turned around. There he was, just entering the room, and I suddenly realized how strange a sight it was to see him standing there. Glenn Valley’s football god, the one I had had a crush on since my freshman year. We had sat next to each other in English class, although I doubted he even remembered it. He had asked around the class for a pencil once, towards the beginning of the school year, and his sweet smile when I had presented him with one had been sufficient to get me to announce to my friends that I was in love. Then they had pulled him out of the JV football squad and placed him on Varsity midseason, because the team badly needed him, and it was the first time ever in Glenn Valley history a freshman had played in a Varsity game. They had won their first game of the season with him, and he had been the talk of the entire school the day after, showered with gifts and compliments and requests for a homecoming date. It hadn’t taken long for him to switch seats in English, over to where the JV cheerleaders were sitting. He may as well have moved across the continent, as effectively as he was out of my reach after that had happened.

But yet, here he was, pretty much exactly three years later, looking sexy as hell while doing nothing but standing around, eyes darting around my kitchen while I was staring at him dreamily.

“You got extra blankets?” he asked, and I snapped out of my admiration. I nodded and made my way to the hallway closet to grab a few. When I got back, Seth was looking around the kitchen cupboards with interest, making a noise of triumph when he found the cocoa mix.

“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, grabbing two packages and slamming the cupboard shut. I shook my head, and he turned to look at me more closely for the first time since we had left the school. His green eyes wandered from the hem of my skirt to my chest, then he looked into my eyes and smiled.

“Strip,” he ordered me, causing me to raise my eyebrows at him. When I didn’t move, he dropped the cocoa on the counter and came over to me. His hand grabbed the zipper of his hoodie and pulled it down, then he pushed the fabric over my shoulders and down my arms.

“Do I have to do everything myself around here?” he asked mock-grumbling, dropping the hoodie, and I obligingly started to shed my damp shirt. I was getting cold again anyway, and the prospect of hot cocoa and a warm blanket was enticing. My shirt joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and the skirt did as well a few seconds later. Satisfied, Seth wrapped one of the blankets around me, rubbed my damp skin for a few seconds, and then went back to his task of making hot cocoa.

I sat down on the kitchen table and watched him prepare two coffee mugs with the steaming liquid. Considering my thoughts from earlier, it just seemed so surreal to me. I had gotten used to his presence and to the fact that he talked to me over the last few weeks, but this was just weird nonetheless. I followed the movements of his arms with interest, noticing the graceful and very precise way he did everything. Finally, he turned and handed me one of the mugs, which I took gratefully.

“Let’s go to the living room,” I proposed, and he raised his eyebrows.

“How about your room?”

I grimaced, remembering how my room wasn’t altogether tidy, and he laughed. “Okay, fine. Let’s go to the living room, but I do want to see your room later.”

“Great.” I stood up and led him through the hallway to our small living room, which fit only a couch, a tiny table, the tv and a narrow cupboard in which we stored movies and snacks. Since we were only two people in the household, the small space suited us just fine, and I hoped Seth didn’t have a problem with the fact that we weren’t exactly rich. I had no idea how well off he was, but our high school was mostly populated by students from middle to upper middle class families, and he seemed to fit right in with those.

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“I’m going to work. Try not to waste the day.”

I mumbled something and turned over. My mum smiled and shook her head.

“Did you hear me”, she said” if your father finds out you spent the day in bed he’ll have a fit. So, like I said, try not to waste the day.”

I heard the front door slam as she went out and tried to go back to sleep but now that I was awake I could see the sun streaming through a chink in the curtains. Well, I thought if I can’t sleep indoors I’ll try outdoors, maybe even get a bit of a tan.

I pulled a pair of shorts from the drawer and a towel from the bathroom and headed downstairs. It looked like a scorcher and as the garden was south facing I’d get rays all day. I spread the towel on the grass and stretched out. Perfect!

I must have drifted off because suddenly a radio cut through the peace and quiet.

Sitting up I looked across to my right to see who it was disturbing my well-earned rest. At first I couldn’t see anything except a towel being shaken out, but then, as it was laid on the floor I saw whom the culprit was. Dawn, the girl from next door, a constant source of irritation since she had moved in with her family 3 years ago. Ever since they had arrived her parents had been coming round to us with their stories of wonderful Dawn. Dawn did this, Dawn won that. Who gives a shit! My parents unfortunately, although she was a year younger than me I was always being reminded how nice and polite she was, how sweet and helpful. Oh well, I rolled over and just tried to ignore her.

“The radio isn’t too loud is it?” the question was said in the sort of sickly sweet tone of voice that you would expect from the perfect girl. The sort of voice that said butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.

“No” I said, hoping MY tone of voice would kill any further attempts at conversation.

“I will turn it down if you want me to.”

I turned back over to tell her that I didn’t give a shit either way but the remark died in my throat. Dawn was standing by the fence in the skimpiest bikini I’ve ever seen. She had one hand shielding her eyes and the other resting on her hip. This was not the scrawny kid that had moved in. This was a babe! She had grown to about 5 feet 4 inches tall, a bit short really, but perfectly in proportion. That is except for her tits. They looked at least a 40D, a pair that would have looked good on a much taller girl but looked fantastic on her smaller frame. My jaw must have dropped because I saw her smile a little as my gaze travelled down and then back up that gorgeous body.

“Well, do you want me to turn it down?”

“What? Turn what down?” I sounded like a complete jerk, stammering and stuttering, but I just couldn’t help it. She was stunning.

“The radio silly” she giggled, “up or down?”

“What ever you want, I really don’t mind.”

I was having a tough job keeping my eyes above neck level and I couldn’t help notice that her nipples were hard, poking through the silky material of the bikini top.

“OK, I’ll leave it up” she said turning back to her towel.

I lay back down and pretended to go back to sleep but really my mind was working overtime. I had to find a way to get another look at those tits. I considered going back in the house and spying from my window, I could even beat off, but I wasn’t sure I could see her from there. The thought of her watching me wanking had started to harden my cock and soon I was as stiff as a board. I rolled on to my stomach to hide the bulge in my shorts and started dreaming of things I’d like to do to that amazing pair of tits.

“Hello, sorry to disturb you again, but would you do me a really big favour”, she was back at the fence and I quickly put my sunglasses back on so she wouldn’t see me staring at her tits. She was holding a bottle of lotion in her hand and had her head cocked to one side, ” I don’t want to burn my back, would Antalya Escort you mind?”

I quickly said it was no problem and as she went to open the back gate I said a silent prayer of thanks. Not only was I going to get another look but this was a chance to get my hands on that lovely body, albeit only her back.

She let me into her garden and as I followed her back to the towel I got my first look at her ass. The pert buttocks were barely covered by the tiny drawstring bikini bottom and I thought again that it was amazing that such a small girl could have such huge melons.

Laying down she told me to be certain and not miss any bits, legs too. Was she kidding, I was going to make sure that I had my hands on as much of this hot little body as possible.

I squirted some lotion on to her leg and smoothed it across her calf, gripping the shapely muscle firmly and pushing from her ankle up to her knee, like wanking a meaty cock, up and down, up and down. A little more lotion on the top of her leg but this time just the tips of my fingers circling across the back of her thigh, dipping towards the centre then back to the outside. I heard a little sigh as she closed her eyes almost seeming to drift off to sleep.

Slowly I worked my way to the edge of her panties, the urge to slip my fingers under the elastic and into her hot pussy was driving me wild, hardening my cock again. Although she was facing away from me I was worried that she would see my hard-on and freak. I quickly finished the other leg, hoping I could get back to my house without her noticing my bulge, and started to get up.

“You haven’t done the top, silly” she said, “here, I’ll make it easier.”

Her hands came around her back and she quickly undid the strings of her top. A large crescent of skin appeared as the side of her boob was uncovered, pushed out to the side as she lay back down. I stared at this wonderful slice of soft white flesh, mesmerised; it wasn’t as though I hadn’t seen one before but these were something special. The urge to reach out and caress it was driving me crazy.

“Come on slowcoach, or I’ll burn.”

The sound of her voice snapped me out of my daydream and I squeezed the upturned bottle, a stream of white goo, looking so much like spunk that I almost laughed out loud, squirted across her back.

“Wow! That’s cold “she said, shivering, an action that seemed to uncover more of her tit and crank my hard-on up another notch on the pain scale. I needed to get out of these shorts and soon. If I didn’t do something quick it might well be spunk that covered her back. I smeared the cream across her lower back trying to think of something else, anything.

As I squeezed the bottle again to cover her shoulders it made that fart noise that meant we were out of juice.

“Damn!” she said, ” I thought there was enough in the bottle. Never mind there’s another one indoors.” She pushed herself up and I quickly hugged my knees to stop her seeing the bulge in my shorts. I had forgotten that the strings of her top were undone and obviously so had she. For one brief second it fell forward and I got a perfect view of her tits, they were so huge that even though she was on all fours the nipples were brushing against the towel. It was almost enough to make me come on the spot.

“Whoops!” she cried, “That was embarrassing.”

She immediately covered herself with her hands and although I could see her blushing there was a glint in her eye that said maybe she hadn’t forgotten her top was undone.

“I er well I mean, no need to worry, I didn’t see anything”, I felt myself blush; ” I really should be getting back”. This was fast becoming a nightmare. Here I was with a raging boner 2 feet from the most fantastic pair of tits barely held in by the ultimate ‘girl-next-door’.

“No!” cried Dawn, ” you promised to finish my back”.

Before Antalya Escort Bayan I had a chance to protest she had skipped into the house. While she was gone I made an attempt to rearrange my prick in my shorts so that it wasn’t quite as obvious.

“I can’t reach it” the voice was coming from the upstairs window, “my mum put it on top of the cabinet and I can’t reach.”

I looked up to see Dawns sweetly smiling face beaming down at me.

“I’m really sorry but I’m all sticky and I can’t reach that high. Would you mind?”

Our houses are the same so I knew where I was going. Inside of the house was a dark blur to my sun drenched eyes and I groped my way up the stairs and turned left into the bathroom. The light was on and I quickly scanned the room looking for Dawn and the other bottle of lotion but I was alone. I walked back onto the landing and heard a voice coming from one of the bedrooms.

“I’m in here” it was Dawn’s voice but sounding strange.

I walked into the bedroom and saw her lying on top of her bed.

“Are you OK?” I said. She was face down, just as she had been in the garden, but she had her head buried in her pillow, facing the wall and I could hear small sniffles sneaking out from the other side.

“Dawn are you OK?” I repeated. There was a mumbled response that I couldn’t quite catch so I moved further into the room. I was starting to feel uncomfortable, but at the same time I felt a little thrill run through my balls. Here I was in little miss goody two shoes bedroom, nobody else in the house and neither of us wearing a great deal. I inched closer, sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook her shoulder. She turned to face me and I could see through the fringe of blonde hair that she had been crying.

“What’s up?” I asked nervously. I was convinced that she had seen my boner and was going to tell everyone that I was some kind of perv.

“Why don’t you like me?” she said, her bottom lip pushed out like a baby.

I was completely taken aback. “Who said I don’t like you?” I exclaimed, ” I hardly ever talk to you.”

“That’s what I mean” she sniffed, ” you’re always ignoring me. Whenever I say hello you just walk past.”

She turned onto her back and looked up at me with tear filled eyes and at that moment I thought see looked so pretty and vulnerable that I bent down and kissed her.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

I was shocked at what I had done but Dawn put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her. I felt her lips crushed against mine and as they slowly parted her hot tongue pushed itself between my lips.

We carried on like this, exploring each other mouths with our tongues, hot breaths mingling, until I realised that I could feel soft flesh not material pressed against my chest.

I broke away from our kiss and looked down to see that her top had ridden up around her neck and that her wonderful tits were exposed to my greedy gaze.

“I saw you looking at them in the garden” she whispered, “Do you like them?”

My only answer was a happy nod and she smiled as I stared at first one then the other. Up close they were everything I had imagined, the flesh was firm and smooth and the nipples were dark and very long. I leant forward and kissed her again, but instead of staying on her mouth I began to plant small kisses along her chin up to her ear, circling the shell with my tongue and making her gasp with pleasure. I moved across to her shoulder and kissed my way along her collarbone, raising gooseflesh that spread down her breasts, making her nipples harden further. Very slowly I ran my tongue down the slope of the breast till I reached the hard point of the nipple. I circled it with my tongue, round and round until it was coated with saliva finally sucking it into my mouth and licking across the sensitive tip. Dawn’s hands were pressing Escort Antalya my head down, forcing me to take more and more of her firm tit into my mouth, crying out for me not to stop.

I pulled my mouth away with a loud pop and her tit glistened, covered in saliva, the nipple standing out a good half inch.

” Oh no” she murmured, ” please, don’t stop. I’ve been dreaming about this for 3 years. Suck my big tits. Pull my nipples. Oh god, I can’t believe what I’m saying I just feel so horny.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; here was the perfect little girl, everybody’s angel, begging me to suck on her tits. I didn’t have to be asked twice, immediately I set about her other tit, giving it the same treatment, until her entire rack was wet with my saliva, the melon shaped objects of my attention heaving as she gasped for breath. I leaned back to stare at this wonderful sight and Dawn grabbed her tits pushing them together, tweaking her nipples for her own pleasure.

“Would you like to spread some cream on them” she smirked.

“I would, but not the type from a bottle” I said emboldened by her slutty behaviour.

Her eyes widened and she turned her head to look at my groin. My shorts were tenting out with the pressure of my raging hard-on, barely able to conceal the helmet that was trying to poke over the top.

“I’ll do anything you want,” she whispered and I couldn’t tell if her voice was husky with fear or lust.

“Really” I said, ” anything?” She nodded vigorously, making her tits shake and my nob twitch, “Anything. I’ve wanted you ever since we moved here. I rub myself at night and think about you.”

I stood up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of my shorts, slowly easing them down over my hips. As they fell to the floor my cock sprang up to attention and I heard Dawn gasp. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

“Touch it,” I commanded, and like someone in trance, Dawn reached up and curled her fingers around my manhood. I put my head back and closed my eyes. ” Now wank me off” I said, quietly. Dawn’s hand didn’t move and I realised she wasn’t sure what to do. I put my hand around hers and started to stroke. She soon realised what I wanted and I took my hand away, stroking her hair. As I looked down I could see her tits, still glistening with saliva, “rub my prick over your tits” I ordered. Without a second thought Dawn pulled me closer and rubbed the head of my prick back and forth across her nipples. I groaned, and she looked up smiling, ” do you like that?” she said, ” what else shall I do?”

I wasn’t sure how far she would go but this was a chance I wasn’t going to miss.

“Lick Me,” I said.

Dawn looked up nervously, but I said it again, louder “lick me you bad, bad girl”, and I pulled her head down to my crotch. I felt her hot breath on the head of my prick and then the warm moist rasp of her tongue.

“Aghhhh” I cried, and this seemed to spur her on, she ran her tongue around the crown of my cock, licking the ooze of pre-cum from the slit and then popping the head into her hot mouth. I held the side of her head and slowly fucked in and out of her mouth, her tongue lathing the under side on each stroke. She might be new to this game but she was a fast learner.

I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer so I pulled out of her mouth and straddled her stomach, pushing my cock between her tits. She squeezed them tightly around my shaft and I started poling up and down. ” Oh fuck I’m going to come,” I cried as I felt the onset of my orgasm and a huge wad of spunk pulsed out across her face. I grabbed my dick and carried on pumping my fist shooting line after line of semen over her huge tits. Using my prick like a paintbrush I spread the spunk all across her chest, flicking her long nipples with my still hard cock.

I looked up and saw a look of blissful contentment spread across Dawns face.

“Wow” she said, “that was awesome. Can we do some more?” Her tongue poked out from between her lips and she bent her head forward to lap at some of the spunk that was pooling in her cleavage. “Hmm. A bit salty, but creamy too.” She smiled and I knew that things had only just begun.

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Three years, seven months and twenty-one days after she first came into his life they finally crossed an invisible threshold and became more than writer and editor. He had had many fantasies about her over the years but didn’t want to mess with a good thing. He was now rich enough to be able to what he wanted without the thought of money. This new found freedom had a positive influence on his writing. Maggie had less and less editorial work to do and the results were better than they had ever been. This slight change in rolls had a definite affect on her. She suddenly saw him going off on his own and leaving her with nothing. This scenario she vowed to stop at all costs. She felt that she had a claim to him and his talents; even if it wasn’t yet a strictly legal one.

He had occasionally made sexual overtures toward her but she always countered them with a good natured rebuke; until that fateful day at the cabin by the lake. David went to a cabin he had bought the previous year to put the finishing touches to his latest novel. He had always told her that the trees and cool lake there renewed his inspiration and really got his creative juices flowing. She went there on a Friday afternoon to get him to sign a new three-year extension on his contract. She planned to spend a few hours there; get the contract signed and make it back to the city late that night.

David seemed very happy to see her and immediately stopped work and suggested that they have an afternoon picnic by the lake. They fixed food and packed a couple bottles of wine for the afternoon feast. She’d thought about bringing her briefcase on the picnic but decided, at the last minute, that it could wait until they returned to the cabin.

He picked a beautiful spot and they both spread out an extremely large and colorful blanket and settled down on it. Within a few minutes they had the first bottle of wine open and poured and were enjoying their lakeside feast. David was in a very talkative mood and told her about a new idea that was taking hold of his imagination. The idea sounded great and she immediately saw great potential. As they uncorked the second bottle and enjoyed it and the afterglow of the meal, he took off on another subject. She suddenly became concerned as she could read anther story between the lines of his good natured raillery. For the first time she saw her position threatened. She had been content with just holding on to his shirttails and advancing ever higher in the publishing world. Now, however, she could see that he could possibly rocket to the top; leaving her behind and alone. As he continued to talk, her mind raced over this perceived threat and ways to combat it; she wasn’t really listening to him but did hit on a possible solution.

She had gone to the lake directly from work and was wearing one of her typical smart business suits; not really the most appropriate garb for the sort of activity in which she was now engaged. As he droned on she suddenly removed her shoes. This act didn’t stop his steady flow of words but when she started to reach under her skirt and remove her pantyhose he suddenly stopped and seemed to forget what he had been saying.

“It’s a shame to let all this sunshine go to waste,” she said when he saw the Antalya Escort confusion painted on his face. When the stockings were off she proceeded to loosen the top two buttons on her cotton blouse. The blouse was a bright burgundy and set off the newly exposed flesh, making it look almost milk white. The hem of her skirt had ridden up when she removed her hose and she didn’t bother to pull it down. David could see her exposed thighs almost all the way to her panty covered crotch. She removed a few bobby pins and shook her head. Her red hair, now free, spread over her shoulders.

David’s story was forgotten. He took her new appearance in and he could feel his mouth go dry and the bulge in his pants rise. As he tried to muster enough saliva to speak he saw her nipples grow through her cotton blouse. He reached for the wine bottle and his nose caught a new smell emitting from her. The familiar sweet clean scent of her was now mixed with the definite essence of sex. The smell excited him so much that he looked up at her face as he reached for the bottle.

Maggie sensed the sudden change caused by her actions. She saw a swelling in David’s pants mature and almost take on a life of its own. It had been months since she was last sexually active and that was one of the few times that she serviced herself. She never had a problem in finding a partner but the ritual surrounding sex sometimes frustrated her. She was always careful not to mix sex with work and always looked for a sexual relief instead of a steady relationship. She didn’t have either the time or desire to enter a lasting relationship. She smiled at the sudden thought that often she would have had sex with practically anyone; just to relieve her frustrations. Those very frustrations were now quickly building in her loins. She felt a sudden wetness between her legs. Her string was ill prepared to cope with the flow that cascaded out of her vagina. Her nose registered the pure animal smell of her juices. Would he notice? She thought as he began to reach for the wine bottle. She hoped he would as she knew that her sopping wet underpants were a sign that she didn’t only need him physically at this moment but she needed a firmer hold on him than just his shirttails. Suddenly she knew he was going right to the top and she was damned if she was going to be left behind. When he was stretched toward the bottle she bridged the short gap between them and tentatively flicked her tong in his right ear. “Haven’t we had enough,” she whispered into his ear.

He turned his head toward her and their lips suddenly met. The first meeting was but a mere brush but after parting for a second they reunited again with a renewed force. They leaned into each other as their tongs sought their embrace. The wine was forgotten as David reached for her. His hands went to the back of her neck and grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled her to him.

She followed suit and put her hands in the hair at the back of his head. Her tong battled with his and then retreated to the top of his mouth; exploring the ridge of his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she felt the excitement build in her. She had the urge to feel his naked body molded to hers. Antalya Escort Bayan The need to shed her clothes was paramount. She reached for the buttons of her blouse and after fumblingly opening two, lost all patients and tore the rest open. She had just dropped away the ruined garment and her arms worked awkwardly behind her back to release her from the bra that held her captive.

While Maggie was stripping, David was certainly not idle. His desire to explore and be explored was every bit as demanding as was hers. He too tore his shirt open but after several unsuccessful attempts at doing the same with his t-shirt, he reluctantly broke his lips away from her for the few seconds it took to pull his clothes over his head. Once they were free of the clothing from their upper bodies, Maggie moved her hands to his back and crushed her breasts into his chest. Without exchanging a word they both started to stand and relieve each other of their remaining attire. Maggie pulled at David’s belt and frantically worked at the button at the top of his pants. Once lose she didn’t bother to unzip them but simply hooked her thumbs in his waist bands and pushed them down. David’s erection almost defied her efforts but with an extra pull she finally managed to get everything to his knees. He managed to undo her skirt and let it drop. He put his hands in the elastic of her panties and worked them down her thighs. She took over and worked the further with her legs until they joined her skirt. The both stepped out of the last of their clothing and she moaned, “fuck me!!”

He guided her down on the blanket and among their discarded clothes he moved between her spread knees. Both of their bodies were in automatic drive. David’s penis found the opening of her leaking hole and a piston action saw him halfway in her. She moved her torso to meet him and he was buried in her to the hilt. They moved together in perfect rhythm; their pubic hair mingling with every slap of their bodies. David put his arms under her thighs and pinned her knees on each side of her head to achieve maximum penetration. He pushed the air out of her lungs with every time he plunge into her accommodating hole. The height of her passion and lack of oxygen made her feel like she was going to pass out. Each of them was selfishly busy with their own passions. David pumped into her; not only to release his passion but also to pay her back for making him wait so long. Maggie wanted everything he could give. She wanted to milk everything he had to offer. She found herself again holding on to him but not by his shirttails.

Her climax came just a few strokes before him. She felt it like a shadow on a cloudy day; there but not really defined. All of a sudden, like a train with its headlight glaring it came and ran over her. She was trying to figure out what had hit her when she felt his seed fill her belly.

His balls seemed to disappear into his scrotum; the dull pain increased slowly and steadily until his sperm erupted like a volcano. His ejaculation didn’t only spurt his seed but all of his energy and strength left with it. He collapsed, still buried into her mound, and they panted together trying to regain their breaths.

It took a full ten minutes Escort Antalya before he had enough strength to roll off of her. His penis had softened and was forced out of her vagina. It took another five minutes before either felt strong enough to speak. “Do you have any plans for the rest of the weekend?” David asked as his head turned to look at her.

“I can get out of them, ” Maggie answered as she studied the blue cloudless sky beyond the canopy of leaves over them.

“I didn’t plan this but I’m not sorry it happened.”

“I’m not either,” she answered as she turned her face toward him.

He rolled over onto his side and surveyed her body. Her legs were very long; longer than he had imagined. They ended at a red pubic bush that was tastefully trimmed. Her stomach is flat and slightly muscular. Her breasts were not overly large but settled to the outside because of her reclining posture. David was again struck by the beauty of her face. Unlike most natural redheads he couldn’t see many freckles on either her body or face.

Maggie suddenly realized that she had to pee. With a sigh she sat up and then got to her feet. The thought of walking nude and barefoot in the woods wasn’t particularly appealing to her and she thought David had already seen every part of her body so watching her pee is no big deal. She moved a couple of yards from the blanket and squatted. A stream of amber water poured out of her. She remained that way long after the stream had stopped, to let the last drops fall. She got up and went back to David on the blanket. He opened his arms to her and she cuddled into him. He played idly with one of her nipples as she reached for his penis. They talked about his book again but she soon noticed her manipulations were starting to have an effect.

She moved down on him and licked the head of his half hard penis. The touch of her and the hot breath she blew on him made his slightly harder. She opened her mouth and swallowed half of his pulsating meat. Her lips traveled lightly over the ridge of his cock head. She could taste the muskiness of their combined juices. She licked his meat from the base to the tip and then lifted his scrotum and, sticking her nose under his balls, licked the closed bud of his anus. She tried to force the tip of her tong into the hole but his ass’s ring of muscle kept her tong out. She gave temporarily up on that hole and went back to his balls and scepter.

He felt her soft, wet tong lick the head of his dick and then gasped when she covered his penis with her hot mouth and started to suck him off. After she had licked his anus she moved back up to his rod. He grabbed her thigh and got her to move her pussy over his face. As she continued to suck him her breasts were tickling his stomach. He spread her hairy cunt lips and stuck his tong deep into her pink pussy hole. He played with her rosebud clitoris and felt her ass shake as she approached another climax. This time they came together. As he shot his load into her mouth, he was sprayed with her cum.

They spent the rest of the weekend in and out of bed. He didn’t get any writing done but worked himself to exhaustion. She left early Monday morning worn and chaffed and had to go home before she could go to the office; arriving late for the first time ever. Her blouse and pantyhose were ruined and she left her bra and panties as a keepsake to lessen the frustration of her absence. She left David secure in the belief that she had more than just his shirttails.

(to be continued)

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The Halloween party was to start in 3 hours and my husband called me into our bedroom to get dressed. I had already showered and shaved so this was no problem. My costume was on the bed, what there was of it. We had decided that a pirate theme for this year would work for us. My husband would dress as a Captain and I would be the haughty noble woman captured by him.

My dress was a heavy boned bodice type that the movies all show the women wearing, however, the petty coats had been removed and the bodice was torn to allow my small breasts to be exposed. It had been some poor girls wedding dress, off white and completely off the shoulder. The pear buttons and beadwork was beautiful, but after some alterations, it was more like the dress of a noble woman cast adrift and recovered. My hair was left lank and unmade and I wore no makeup. My blonde hair and pale skin were perfect for this look. At only 5’4″ my Captain would tower over me. I would be barefoot and shackled; there was even a gag to keep me from screaming for rescue. I loved the idea of it all. However my husband had added a few new twists that he had not shared with me.

He stood by the bed and picked up the leather chastity belt and smiled. Before I could speak he told me to bend over the bed. I did as instructed and he put a six inch vibrator inside me. I twitched and arched my back as he fucked it in and out a few times. Then he stopped and strapped me into the belt. I started to ask about the belt, but he silenced me with a look. Then he told me that I would find out later. With the belt locked in place, a hardened pad lock, he proceeded to help me into my dress. It fit like a second skin, the bodice was pulled tight and the décolletage allowed my breasts to swing free, as well as they could.

Then he had me get up on the chest at the foot of our bed and pulled out a pair of scissors. The bottom of the dress went through more alterations than I had planned on. He cut several holes on the sides and then made ragged cuts on the hem. He left threads hanging loose and the skirt was totally ruined. Fortunately I had only spent $20.00 on it a thrift store. Then he made a very ragged cut from the hem to the waist in front and back. He removed both panels and I was left completely exposed to the waist front and back. The shame at my chastity belt being seen by all our friends was mixed with the excitement of being on display, and the vibrator did not help my staying calm.

Then my husband locked my wrists in front of me and gagged me as planned. Just before I left the bedroom to see about the final preparations he hung a whip and a riding crop on the hooks on the back of my belt. Then he dismissed me with a wave of his hand and proceeded to dress himself. I was not allowed to see his costume until the party.

Just before the guests arrived Antalya Escort I was called back into the bedroom and I saw my husband. He looked like the guy on the rum bottle. Right down to the sword. The big hat lay on the bed and his head was covered with a red bandanna. His chest was bear beneath a vest of dark red and his pants went into the knee high boots he wore. Motioning me over to the bed, I thought that he would want a blowjob when he removed the gag but he pushed me face down and grabbed the crop.

Swinging sharply he put several red strips across my ass. That was all I needed to reach orgasm. The last 3 hours had been murder and whipping by my lover and captain was all I needed. As he whipped me he told me that I could expect more of it during the party from anyone that thought I needed it. I cried out in bliss as the stripes mounted. I told him that I loved him and would do anything he desired. When he was satisfied my buns where welted enough he gagged me again and sent me out to greet our guests, saying that I would understand all before the night was out.

The first of our guests arrived and smiled as I let them in. My husband arrived in the living room with the first couple ordered me to serve them drinks and appetizers. They made small talk and I did as ordered after the first bare handed spank on my behind. He took great delight in calling me wench and slave as the party got busier, but he did help and was a gracious host. Everyone asked about my outfit, several of the wives looked embarrassed and scandalized, but no one left in disgust. We had told everyone that it was an adult only party and Halloween was not for 2 more nights, so we did not have to deal with trick or treaters.

The other costumes ranged from the normal and boring to the more sexually outrageous. Our friends know how wild these parties can get and dressed accordingly. No orgies or swapping was allowed, but there was plenty of flirting and if a couple did slip off for a little alone time, no one complained. There was a dominatrix and her slave, who was made to help me with the drinks and food thus freeing my Captain to be a good host, 2 girls were dressed as hookers, but not as nearly naked as I was. One couple even went so far as cross dressing. He was dressed as a ballerina and she was dressed as a street hood, this was more comical than exciting as he was over 6 feet tall and refused to shave his moustache and she was only 4′ 11″, not exactly intimidating.

As I circulated doing my serving wench routine I heard the dominatrix ask about the chastity belt. My Captain explained loudly enough for the entire party to hear that I was captured in battle with the British. I was the Governor’s only daughter and that I was a virgin. I froze at hearing that, he was really going all out on this. Then Antalya Escort Bayan he said that the belt was to ensure that I was still pure for sale at the slave market in his next port of call. The belt kept me in my place and kept his crew from spoiling his prize. To make things worse she commented on the marks on my butt which had started to fade. My Captain laughed and said that I was still giving him trouble and needed to be tamed. He then invited everyone there to make sure that my disobedience was beaten out of me before the night was over. That the whips and crops were hanging there for anyone to use as they saw fit to teach me respect and my new place. But he did demand that no one mark me permanently. That would reduce my price at auction.

I shot him a dark look. How could he humiliate me like this, but my body betrayed me. He smiled as he saw me shudder slightly as I came thinking about the night of beating ahead of me. The dominatrix smiled and called for her slave. He scurried to her side and bowed to kiss her boot tops. She told him to fetch the wench and I found myself being hauled by my shackled hands to stand before her. I looked as defiantly as I could, and she said that I definitely need to be whipped to learn my place.

She spun me around and pushed me over the back of a chair. She ordered her slave to kneel between my legs and lick my thighs and hold me in position. He held me fast as she took the whip from my belt and applied a few strokes. Nothing hard, it was not that kind of party, but enough to turn my cheeks pink again. This started a line up behind me and the whipping did not stop for quite some time. All the while the slave held me in his strong arms, his tongue lapping the juices running down my thighs. He never touched my dripping portal. I lost count of the climaxes I reached as the whipping went on. Finally it stopped and the slave stood me back on my feet. I was week from so many orgasms, but my Captain did not allow me to rest. I flick of his hand on my blistered behind sent me back to my work.

The party continued until the wee hours of the morning and I was flogged and spanked and whipped through most of the party, but most of it was gentle. No one wanted to hurt me and I was grateful for that, but the soft strokes of the whip only made my fire rage hotter. After the last couple helped us clean up and left it was after 4 in the morning. My Captain looked pleased with the results, especially since I had won the best costume and he made over eight thousand gold doubloons when he auctioned me off. The winner was dominatrix of course; she paid a total of eighty cents for me. We did not tell them the conversion rate until after the bidding was done or I am sure I would have gone for a lot more.

As we went up to our bedroom I removed my gag Escort Antalya for the last time. He had let me remove it a few times for a drink or to feed me some little morsel from his plate. I had been totally humiliated all night and had never been so turned on in my life. Inside our room I fell to my knees and begged my Captain to take me and make me his slave. I would do anything he asked, follow his every order, without question if only he would keep me and make me a woman.

I pulled down his pants and found myself looking directly at his rampant penis and gripped it with my cuffed hands. I stroked it up and down gently, looking up into his eyes. He grabbed my head and pulled me close to his throbbing shaft. I rubbed it all over my face before I took him into my mouth. I tried to pretend that I was the innocent girl for a minute or two, but desire took over and I slid him deeply into my mouth and sucked hard. I wanted him and needed him inside me.

I bobbed my head a few times, licking and teasing his hard flesh. My tongue worked over the head and curled around the shaft as I moved up and down. Grunting he pushed in as deep as he knew I could take without chocking and held me there. My cheeks indented as I sucked harder on the gift before me. I wanted to taste him, but he withdrew from my mouth and pulled me up into his arms.

His lips were firm on mine and I moaned as he thrust his tongue deeply into my mouth. I repeated the movements on his tongue that I used on his penis. I sucked and licked the fleshy invader in my mouth as his hands roamed over my body. I heard the lock snap open and felt the leather slip from between my legs.

Picking me up; he threw me on the bed and ripped the dress from me. The pearls and buttons flew everywhere. I whimpered as though in fear, but in reality it was desire. The hours of foreplay at the party had me at the boil and I needed him to finish me off. My Captain dropped upon me and inside me in one motion. I screamed as I came the instant his rampant penis touched my swollen lips. My clit was rock hard and throbbing two beats faster than my heart.

Thrusting in and out at high speed I knew that my Captain would not last long inside me and I drove my hips up to meet his every thrust. He pounded me into the bed, not stopping as he crushed the breath from my lungs. I locked my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his kidneys, urging him deeper inside me.

After less than a minute he arched his back and growled as his hot essence poured into my body. I was on my third climax of the coupling, or one long continuous one, I could not tell. All I knew was that my body was shuddering in delight and my nest had a death grip on him. He shot for an incredibly long time inside of me and I was right there with him for each twitch of his penis.

Finally the storm passed. My Captain rolled off me and pulled me close to his chest. When he could speak he told me that I would not be sold at the next port of call, but would remain his slave on board. I snuggled into his chest and thanked my Captain before I fell asleep.

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John picked up the phone and was surprised to hear Karen’s voice. They had been friends for five years and he always suspected she had a crush on him. They e-mailed nearly every day but had not spoken in nearly a year. “Hi,you!” he heard her say “What are you doing?”

“Just talking to you,” he replied. Then he waited, she was always straight to the point and he was curious about what could have caused her to call.

“So,” she said, “the big 4-0 is coming up this month, any plans? Feeling like ‘middle-age crazy’ is just around the corner?”

“A little,” John said “I always thought things would be different for me than they are now. I expected my job to be more stable, my sex life to be better and money to be piled at my feet. Still and all I am happy enough, just not giddy.”

“You deserve giddy once in a while” she said. “On, that note, I have a surprise present for you. Any chance you could make it down to my place in the next couple of weeks?” she casually inquired.

“I’ll check with Brynn and what she has going on.” He replied “I think it seems likely, just need to move some things around. What you got?”

“He heard her laugh in his ear as she said, some things are better left for surprises. You’ll need about an hour or so to enjoy it. So, plan for at least two hours at my place. You just let me know the date.”

“OK,” he said as she hung up. He realized he had not said thank you. He also felt a stirring in his pants. He had occasionally fantasized about her but nothing had ever come close to happening. She was a former employee of his and they had always been closed and could talk about anything. She was the only person who knew those types of intimate details about his sex life, what Brynn would and would not do among other things. He had even used her suggestions to convince Brynn to try but really nothing had worked.

He looked at his calendar and found a free day on the Friday before his birthday. He called Brynn and checked with her. She was not pleased with the idea of him seeing HER. She had always been jealous but this time it seemed best if he told the truth rather than arranged it with something else. This way he would be assured of being good. No way could he cheat when she knew exactly where he was going. He hung up the phone and starting typing out an e-mail as he felt just a twinge of disappointment. He knew now nothing would happen, Brynn knew that and soon Karen would. He typed out the letter and made it clear that Brynn knew where he was going, why and when. It was sealed as he hit send.

He went about his work and forgot about it until the Friday came. “What could it be?” he wondered. His mind wandered through possibilities on the long drive down. Every idea he came up with did not require time to enjoy, so he settled on the thought that it was pot or alcohol. She had occasionally indulged with him in the past and knew what type of Scotch he liked. “That must be it,” he decided. He let his mind move on to other things until he pulled into her driveway.

A car he did not recognize was in the driveway and he pulled beside it. He got out and braced himself as she ran out the door and gave him a big hug. She was giddy with delight at seing him and he smiled in spite of himself at such a warm greeting. She was talking a mile a minute and he only half heard what she said. She was wearing a kimono or sarong wrap aroung thing. He had see something like it before but could not remember where. She took his arm and had him take off his shoes inside the door then ushered him into the kitchen.

He could smell the incense and hear the soft sounds of Asian music in the background. He smiled as he sat down. çeşme escort A glass of ice, his favorite Scotch, a cigar and a pill were on a black place mat in front of his chair. He picked up the cigar and read the band, “y Habana” stood out on the bottom and he smiled. “Wow, putting out the best for me, I see.” He laughed. He picked up the pill and could see that the markings were scraped off. “What…?” he started to ask. “Just, take it,” she said “trust me.” He shrugged and swallowed the pill. “Is it OK, to have a drink with it?” he asked. “Yes, just not too much, there is still much to do” She said.

She scurried around pouring his Scotch over the ice and skillfully cutting his cigar. She lit it perfectly for him, placed it in his mouth and picked up his drink. They headed into the living room where another woman he had not yet met waited. “Selene,” she said, “this is John. John, Selene.” He smiled and tried to speak but failed. She was strikingly gorgeous, petite and read haired. His absolute fantasy female. She had stunning green eyes, her makeup was a little heavy but still a real beauty to look at. He glance down and looked away quickly as her nipples were very visible through her light blouse. He felt her staring at him and began to blush, he’d been caught.

He began to stare intently at his drink and play with his cigar rather than look at her again. She still had not spoken. An awkward silence followed as he asked, “How do you know Karen?.” Karen began moving her hands and Selene looked at her. John quickly realized that Selene was deaf and Karen was signing his question. Selene signed back and Karen explained she met her through a mutual friend.

Selene is a masseuse, Karen explained. She is your real present tonight. Once you are relaxed and ready she will give you a full body massage that I guarantee to be the best you’ve ever had. John smiled to himself and let this new bit of information work itself into his consciousness. As he worked it through, he realized he would have to get naked and be alone in a room with this beauty and Karen when he was already beginning to feel a slight stirring between his legs. He started to blush again and realized that both Karen and Selene were staring at him. His thoughts raced and his voice left him.

He took a drink and a drag of the cigar to regain his composure as Karen and Selene exchanges glances. He was sure they looked directly at his lap. He looked down himself and realized a lump was beginning to form there. He crossed his legs to hide his ever rising erection from view but the movement of his pants made it even more aroused.

Now he was beginning to feel uncomfortable as his blush started back up again. Mercifully, Selene and Karen excused themselves to another room. Heard the music and smelled the incense again as they opened the door to a dimly lit room with a massage table in it. He started to relax a little as he realized it would be fairly normal to be in a room that was darkened and set up to be as professional as possible. He would be able to hide his ever growing erection from view while he was face down on the table. That would give him enough time to think of something else. If that did not do it, at least it was fairly normal to have an erection while getting a massage.

As they came out of the room, Karen suggested that he go get out of his clothes and lie down on the table. He can remove as much clothing as he wishes but nude would probably be the most comfortable.

John just smiled and said “OK” but waited until they left the room before he stood up. He quickly jumped up took a swig of Scotch and moved into the manisa escort massage room.

It was so dimly lit, that he could barely see. The table was a standard massage table. It had a place for his face that was covered by a hot towel, the table itself was fairly normal but it had two extra cushions on it lengthwise. Looking at these, he realized he could spread them slightly a part and lay face down on them. There would be a space between them and he could place his erection there with out crushing it painfully beneath him. He quickly took off his clothes and jumped up on the table to position his now throbbing erection between the cushions. He had just covered his butt with the blanket when Karen knocked on the door.

“Ready?” she called. “Yes” he said and closed his eyes as he put his face on the hot towel. He sighed and smiled to himself that he was able to hide the “problem” so skillfully from the women. He felt himself begin to relax and sink into the cushions. The music and the incense combined with the dimly lit room helped immensely. He began to enjoy the sensations as thoughts of everything else left his mind. Karen spoke softly to him from the dark and asked if it was OK if she stayed. He whispered yes and she explained that Selene is training her to do massage so she may help if that was OK as well. He said yes without fully realizing the consequences.

He no longer cared as warm oil began to flow across his back and four hands started to spread it. He began to drift and think nice thoughts again in a half effort to reduce his erection. As the hands massaged his back and neck, he no longer cared and fell into the bliss of the moment.

Hours, seconds, minutes, later he felt the hands move down across his butt and legs. He was no longer self-conscious, no longer cared about his erection. Nothing worried him as he relished the soft music and strong hands kneading his back, thighs, ass, legs and feet. At one point he was sure he felt more than four hands on him but he did not care. He was in heaven.

A soft voice urged him to roll over and he complied. Suddenly he remembered the “problem” that was still throbbing between his legs. But it was too late to worry and too dark. A new hot towel was placed skillfully over his face and he began to relax.

The hands covered his body with more oil, his chest arms and legs were massaged skillfully. Then it changed slightly, the massage began to feel more erotic and stimulating than relaxing. He began to feel the inner thighs being caressed, not massaged but teased. His toes were warmly rubbed, “sucked?” He wondered. He started to protest but could not. It all felt too good, too suddenly it got out of hand. Still it was just a massage and aside from the toes, he was not having sex yet. He could explain the massage to Brynn.

Then he felt it, a brief touch on his balls. His mind woke up and he tried to sit up, taking the towel off of his face. Before he got up he heard, Karen say, “I guess we should tell him now.”

“Yes, its time” he heard Brynn say.

“Brynn?” he asked as his mind raced. “Yes darling, its me Brynn/Selene whatever you want to call me. Just relax and let me finish what I started. It’s OK. It is not cheating, I am here and it is OK.” she whispered into his ear. He relaxed in spite of himself and quickly was back to the moment.

He felt the warm oil being poured down the length of his cock and gasped slightly as it touched his sensitive balls and slid down the crack of his ass. Hands caressed his thighs, and gently spread his lags apart for better access. His legs were guided up onto pillows beside him and his whole üçyol escort genital area was now widely exposed.

The massage continued. Hands rubbed his cock and balls and his ass as he began to moan softly at each touch. He heard a slight humming sound an instant before the tingling vibrations rubbed over him. He felt himself getting even harder and felt the climax beginning to build.

“Not yet, my love” Brynn whispered as she skillfully clamped the base of his cock and held it there while the feelings began to subside. He felt hot breath as his toes were quickly sucked again and again he moaned. Soon he felt a tongue lapping at the base of his balls and up the length of his shaft. He moaned when it reached the tip and Brynn sucked him into her mouth. Her hands rubbed his balls in time to her mouth sucking him as he felt that feeling rise up again, more quickly this time. Once again she clamped the base of his cock and waited for the throbbing to subside before continuing. He lost track of time, new sensations filled him as she sucked and licked him hungrily while other hands rubbed his legs ass and feet. The fire began to build deep inside him as those hands found his ass and touched the rim of his opening. He gasped as a well oiled finger slipped inside. Now she was clamping him off every minute or so as he got more and more excited. The finger in his ass was replaced quickly by something small and hard. It slipped quietly in his ass and moved directly towards its target. He gasped in surprise when it found its mark. A drop of cum oozed out of him and Brynn quickly lapped it up as she clamped him off at the base again to keep him from cumming. This time she held it there while she sucked him into her mouth and moved her other hand up and down his shaft. He almost forgot about the object resting against his prostate, edging him towards a climax that would soon take over his body. The object began to vibrate and he jumped as fire shot through his loins and filled his balls. He moaned loudly and began to thrash a little as the vibrations were coupled with thrusting forcing the man juice directly from its source. It built so suddenly and so strong that he was unable to stand it as Brynn began pumping him with both hands. Another hand massaged his balls while a fourth operated the device buried in his ass. It built stronger and stronger as it rushed up from inside him and he heard himself moaning/screaming in ecstasy. Brynn was unprepared for the amount that came rushing out of him, she took a mouthful and moved her head to breath. Karen caught a spurt in the air and quickly took over the task of sucking every last drop from his cock. She began but could not keep up as he pumped more and more until it began to overflow her mouth. She backed off to swallow and breath while Brynn took over gain. They tag teamed the task until his orgasm finally subsided. The thrashing stopped and he was so spent he could not protest as they continued to gently suck and rub his now too sensitive cock and balls.

When he awoke, they told him the story. Karen had convinced Brynn that what John really wanted for his birthday was a blow job. She agreed to teach Brynn how to do it. They both felt that John was becoming increasingly vulnerable to straying because of his obsession with receiving oral sex and Brynn’s reluctance to do it. The Viagra had been Karen’s idea. It would help him to get more excited and be more willing to allow the game to go far enough for the real surprise. The make-up and wig with the help of a wonder bra had disguised Brynn but they knew he voice would give her away. That is why they came up with the deaf trick. A real masseuse had been teaching them both massage and helped in the beginning to get him totally relaxed.

John laughed at their ingenuity and realized he never really had a chance.

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Bubble bath filling the air with strawberry essence Ashley leisurely soaked. She had no idea the duration, introducing hot water a couple times to elevate the fallen temperature her sole measure. She looked at her tightened fingertips mirroring tiny prunes, concluded it was time to move the process along.

After a brief shower rinse with a towel wrapping her waist, another wrapping her wet hair Ashley sat at the vanity. Pulling the magnifying mirror close she began her ritual transforming herself into a being of male desire.

Tweezers in hand Ashley began plucking eyebrow strays. Her thoughts began to drift wondering how many months, years in fact, it had been since she would invest this much time, take so much care preparing herself for her husband.

Of course it could never be like when she was carefree, when she and Tom dated or early in their marriage. That was extravagance a four-year-old daughter and six-year-old son just wouldn’t allow.

But then she paused, tweezers falling away, looking deep in the mirror she asked if that were really true. Am I using the children as an excuse? Or have there been opportunities to do more? Have I fallen into the complacency of eight years of marriage?

Tonight would be different; she hoped, the first step to break free of feared complacency, a renewal of their passion and desire.

Admittedly, she wasn’t like most of her friends who juggled full time employment and full time motherhood. Tom’s position provided for them comfortably allowing her to raise their kids without a care in their four-bedroom suburban home.

Ashley recognized some time ago sexual fire that once roared hot had continually dwindled and was now reduced to a still burning flame. They made love typically three, sometimes four times a week, their encounter always beginning with pleasurable foreplay. But it was at the end of a long day; dinner, cleaning up, spending time with the kids, packing them to bed after baths.

They’d usually engage the missionary position, it’s conclusion usually twenty or twenty-five minutes from their first touch, the night growing later, the future’s morning beckoning, they’d kiss good night and drift off to dreamland.

Concerning her most wasn’t her lack of satisfaction, it was her husbands; she sensed it growing. She knew he loved her, cherished their kids, that Tom wouldn’t do anything to compromise their family. But lately, deep within, she’d been haunted by a sliver of fear privately admitting his pent up needs went unanswered.

Ashley broke from her trance not wanting to consider consequences, she just wanted to make things right again. Carefully gliding the eyeliner across her lid she promised tonight would be that beginning. She’d make herself perfect, no detail overlooked.

Then a tingle, almost a tremor rippled through remembering the article she’d read a couple weeks before that spawned the inspiration. Paging through a women’s magazine one afternoon, The Game, caught her eye. The caption beneath guaranteed to spice up a married couples intimate life grown stale.

Two words galvanized her attention, reinvigorate and energize, exactly what she knew they needed. Ashley was intrigued the article promising if they were bold, daring, willing to try something new it would rekindle forgotten passion. The Game called for them to role-play, something out of the norm, fresh and exciting.

Rouge brush in hand, applying color to her cheeks Ashley snickered remembering her initial reaction. Over two days she must’ve read The Game twenty times. Finally relenting to its ruling power she gave it to Tom; petitioned his opinion.

After completing, Tom handed it back then threw the look he sometimes gave following what he considered one of her hair-brained ideas. Like when she wanted the putrid lime green paint color for her new car Ashley wrote off the idea until a few nights later while snuggling in bed Tom asked it she really wanted to give The Game a shot. Ashley surmised later Tom must’ve picked up on her moping, decided to humor her.

Immediately her blood stirred, “Yes I really do…I mean if you want to.”

Tom agreed but Ashley had to swear to abide by the strict rules The Game demanded. One of them would determine the fantasy roles for both partners. Both must play The Game from beginning to end without breaking away from their role or questioning or not allowing a partner’s sexual desire. Tom would determine their roles.

Ashley anxiously buttoned up the silk blouse, her entire outfit new. She’d chosen the cream blouse and black shorter skirt as elegant and sexy. Underneath the skimpiest lingerie she’d ever worn. The thin bra barely contained her and she wiggled feeling the thong wedged between. Ashley never cared for thongs but knew Tom loved the look. Tonight was special; she’d overcome the discomfort.

Satisfaction was hers studying the reflection. Blonde hair curling softly over her shoulders, blue eyes prominent, mascara highlighting her facial features perfectly. sultangazi escort Small flowers apparent from her bra through the clinging semi see-through blouse complimenting her full round breasts. Not too tight though, nicely concealing the ten extra pounds she kept promising to lose. The flaring skirt exposed most of her long legs, the feature she regarded her sexiest.

Dragging a single finger down her neck her skin felt soft, that long bath producing the desired outcome. She drifted again, wondering what her husband had invented for their fantasy roles. She thought they’d enjoy a quiet dinner somewhere, Tom would tell her the invented characters and then The Game would commence. Maybe he’d rented a hotel room; guised as a traveling businessman she’d come knocking as his hooker. Or maybe a hotel maid who cleaned the room in his presence and they were overcome with lust. Or maybe he’d drop her off and she’d cozy up to the bar between two gentlemen and strike a conversation. He would arrive a little later as a stranger, picking her up with sexually direct innuendos to the dismay of the men hitting on her. The latter seemed most exciting.

With a final glance she decided to open another button exposing more skin, a deeper dimensional view of her ample cleavage. “Perfect!” She concluded with a smile.

***

Foot tapping rapidly she checked her watch for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes; Tom already was almost an hour late. The kids safely stashed away at her parents, this was their evening, where was he? After several calls to his mobile went unanswered her concern grew. Then she heard the rattle of the garage door, hum of the opener, Ashley exhaled a sigh of relief.

Tom walked through the door, her heart raced looking at him outfitted in a starched white shirt, vibrant red patterned tie and pleated charcoal trousers. She found him particularly studly in his business attire, his shirt tapering in from broad shoulders to a slender waist. She loved the way those trousers hugged him just right. A notch above six feet the scale had never exceeded one eighty-five.

Just as quickly as her spirits soared they plummeted as Tom barged into the kitchen hardly looking at her. Ashley anticipated her hours of preparation would be rewarded with an approving smile, warm compliments and even envisioned flowers. The only thing in his hand was a small paper sack.

“Where’s my dinner?” He barked.

“Tom?” She said dismayed. He never acted this way.

He proceeded to the stove loosening his tie and opened the door, “What the hell is going on here? Where is my dinner?”

Palms covering her mouth, “Tom! Honey! I thought we were going out!”

He glared, “Going out?” Then he shook his head disgusted and marched upstairs to their bedroom.

Had something happened at work? Nothing about him was her Tom. Had he been laid off? Fired? Is that why he hadn’t answered her calls? Her eyes began to well up feeling alone, isolated in the kitchen. She heard loud noises upstairs, terrified to know what may have happened wondering why tonight of all nights?

“Come up here!” She heard his call demand.

Ashley smiled affectionately entering their room wanting to console the unknown trouble he was battling. Tom was seated on the bed, she moved in front of him. His expression was blank, green eyes unflinching starring into hers. She wanted to reach out, stroke the curl in his thick chocolate hair but she still couldn’t read him.

Nervous fingers grasping at her skirt Ashley’s eyes fell down the front of her body and she stammered, “Honey…how do I look? I spent the afternoon getting ready for you.” She hoped her sexy appearance might raise his spirits. Her eyes lifted but his expression remained unchanged.

Voice flat, “No dinner? Spending an entire afternoon making yourself pretty?” His gaze traveling down her body, then up again, “To answer your question you look kind of trampy.”

Terror surged through her veins, “Tom!”

He rose and began pacing a circle around her, towering Ashley the better part of four inches. She was insane, not knowing what was happening, what was going on with Tom.

His voice monotone as he moved, “No dinner for your husband who worked hard all day long yet you had plenty of time to paint your pretty face?” His sarcastic tone quizzical, “And then you expect me to take you out?” She watched him shake his head once more. Ashley wanted to reach out and grab him, hug him tight, ask Tom to confide his trouble.

“And you expect me to take you out looking slutty? So all the men will look at you? Well I’m not taking you anywhere. Do you know why?”

Ashley felt her body convulse. Here it comes. She feared Tom would inform her he lost his job, they couldn’t afford going out.

“Honey…”

“Let me tell you why,” his rough, monotone voice interrupted. “Because you’re a spoiled little wife and spoiled wives don’t deserve a night out.”

Ashley shrieked, “Tom?”

“Quiet down!” escort bayanlar he commanded still pacing around her. “What my spoiled little wife deserves is a lesson; a lesson to put her feet back on the ground. And that’s exactly what you’re going to get, a well deserved lesson.” He returned to his position seated on the bed.

Ashley visibly trembled when he said, “Now lay across my lap and receive the lesson my spoiled little wife deserves.”

Instantly she knew looking in his eyes this wasn’t a joke. What is happening she asked over and over? Could this be The Game? That possibility didn’t seem to exist. They hadn’t developed the roles each would play. This wasn’t exciting it terrified her. Somewhat reluctant she began to move forward.

“Lay across my lap. Now!” he said with urgency.

Timidly she sprawled across him then looked back finding his eyes fused to her skirt directly below him. With a final attempt she squeaked, “Tom?”

“Quiet!” He lashed back his hand now gliding across the fabric. “It’s time you had a lesson.”

Instinctively she raised her hips feeling him pulling up her skirt then questioned if it were wise.

Tom starred downward, her soft, smooth, curving skin arousing every fiber that made him man. The sexy thong circling his wife’s hips then disappearing into her depths captivating. Even after two kids her shapely roundness hadn’t changed much from the day they married. Excitement grew as he surveyed his target.

Softly his hand stroked across her ass. Feeling his delicate touch had Ashley breathing a bit easier, wondering again if they were playing The Game.

SLAP!

Her ass stung immediately and she cried, “Ouch!” Looking back pissed because he’d struck her so harshly, “Tom, what the…?”

SLAP!

“Quiet!” He snarled.

This assault so loud it even stung her ears. Ashley clawed her fingernails into the comforter, anything to help dissipate the pain.

Gazing down Tom was quite pleased with the first round attack; two red handprints branded her ass leaving discernable finger imprints.

His hand again gently rubbing, tone moderated, “The spoiled little wife will learn her lesson. If she speaks the punishment will be more severe.”

His hand tugged at her thong, the sexy one she fantasized would overwhelm him, that maybe he’d slide off clenched in his teeth. “Well this is in the way.”

“Ouch!” she squealed from the sting as his strong hand ripped it away.

Ashley remained silent her head abuzz. Has something gone terribly wrong Tom? What if we’re playing The Game? She agreed to strictly abide by the rules. The Game dictated both must participate without question.

She parted her legs somewhat wider feeling his left hand fall between, his right hand still gliding across her ass.

SLAP!

“Ouch!” Her body jerked, Ashley doing everything to contain herself, to keep from shouting, “What the hell are you doing?”

His hand softly rubbing again, she felt his other hand, the tip of one finger gently caressing between her legs. Strangely her arousal bloomed. Her ass was on fire yet that fingertip slipped easily in an abundance of wetness.

SLAP!

“Owwwww!” It was excruciating, the sting resonating through her entire body. That fingertip had slightly penetrated, probing, intensifying her burning.

Convinced now Tom hadn’t lost his job, nothing was wrong, this was The Game he invented eased her mind. Not because this was The Game she had intended but at least their financial situation seemed clear of dire straits. They weren’t the Titanic steaming toward an iceberg. She realized something else; she agreed to play and must adhere to the strict rules.

Her hips moved, responding to his fingertip lazily gliding just inside.

“You like that don’t you?”

“Mmmm,” She responded, gyrating her hips more.

SLAP!

Another ear-piercing scream and his hand softly resumed stroking, massaging the sting.

A light coating of perspiration grew between their connection, a by-product of the spanking, that manipulating fingertip.

She felt her arousal intensify. Is it because I’m lying bare assed across my husband’s lap? Is the harsh spanking exciting me?

Eyes closed anticipating another spank Ashley felt his body shift beneath her, as reaching for something, felt his erection shooting skyward through his trousers. His left hand fell back between her legs, his right hand, now slicked with oil, massaged her ass. It felt soothing, desperately needed relief from the burning. She knew the milky white now glowed red, doubted given the opportunity she’d be able to sit. Maybe this was the conclusion of the lesson escapade. Treat her wounds then take her.

His hand coated with fresh oil Tom rubbed longer, her body responding to his fingertip delicately probing her wetness. Just when she totally relaxed, SLAP!

“Ouch!” she squealed, the application of oil seemed to elevate the severity. Those spanks burned and stung but now Ashley recognized they bağcılar escort intensified her pleasure. Between her legs a fire roared feeling wetter than ever before, that fingertip gliding easily.

Against the lowest region of her back she felt something, knew it was the bottle of oil. With a generous squeeze oil passed through her like a river through a canyon. Then it fell, dropping like a waterfall, cascading between her legs.

Tom’s fingertip, that so gently caressed her outermost interior, rose upward renewing its exploration in virgin territory. Shocked, extremely uncomfortable, Ashley felt horror. I’m a soccer mom, member of the PTA and a good Catholic girl. I can’t do this it’s dirty, taboo.

Turning her head readying to levy her objection Ashley’s heart stopped remembering The Game. The Goddamn Game! She bit her tongue agonizing over the strict rules that wouldn’t allow her to question or object to any sexual advance. She was powerless, bound from her sworn promise.

The spanking lapsed, his right hand massaging oil across her cheeks stinging hot, the well-lubricated fingertip of his other hand manipulating tiny circles, seemingly determined to gain entry.

Then it hit, Ashley realizing their unspoken roles. Tom was the dominant partner, she was the submissive; the spoiled little wife who had to relent to any sexual desire her dominant partner hungered.

Unexpected sensations began to build, feeling arousal where she’d never experienced pleasure before, his focused manipulation now shockingly longed. Ashley realized she was defenseless and privately surrendered, accepting her unknown fate. The thought of Tom using her, to satisfy desires she never knew existed, using her body however he pleased heightened her exhilaration.

Ashley stiffened, electricity shooting from head to toe, his fingertip finding it’s way inside, her fingers again clawed deep into the comforter.

No longer Ashley, nor soccer mom, nor PTA member, nor good catholic girl but now the submissive, she wanted more. His fingertip withdrew and another river of oil flowed through the canyon re-lubricating both assailant and prey.

“Ahhh!” She squealed, her head jerking upward, his finger dipping inside. The repetitions now constant he penetrated to his first knuckle, “Yes,” she timidly screeched. , Tom smiled a smile she could not see. “Does my spoiled little wife like this?” He asked with a maniacal tone.

“Y…yes,” she answered softly in embarrassed confession.

“Does she want more?”

“Yes,” she answered again.

SLAP!

“Beg then! Beg if you want more!”

Ashley rationalized it was only his finger, she let the submissive answer, “Give it to me! Give me your finger!”

Tom methodically penetrated deeper and deeper, Ashley’s face tightening, toes curling accepting the full distance.

“Is my spoiled wife enjoying this?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Then it’s time for my spoiled wife to learn another lesson.” Ashley let free a frustrated yip as his finger withdrew.

Flipping her over he lifted her legs, crawled out from beneath her. In silence Ashley watched him unbuckle his trousers, let them fall to the floor. She recognized Tom’s relief, his erection standing tall inside his boxers.

“Lay face down, on your knees.”

Ashley obeyed his order without thought. Her arms in front of her, head on the comforter she pulled her knees up beneath her.

Positioned behind, Tom threw up her flaring skirt exposing all of her once more.

Any other time she would’ve been concerned over the well being of the comforter. Tom’s liberal dousing of oil, running down her ass and legs, the comforter soaked it up like water into bread. The bed covering likely would be ruined, but Ashley wasn’t Ashley any more she was the submissive, the submissive couldn’t care less. She wanted more.

First he worked the fullness of her flesh soothing away more sting then his fingertip traced through the canyon where the river flowed. Ashley squirmed feeling his finger again, probing her virgin territory. She longed the new sensation.

Tom rotated his finger till a fraction of the tip penetrated. His voice monotone, “You want this don’t you? You spoiled little wife. You want this back inside you.”

“Yes,” she squeaked.

“Well if you want it you have to take it.”

Ashley eased her body back at a snail’s pace accepting the well-lubricated finger of his stationary hand. Slowly she rocked, taking a bit more with each repetition. When she could push back no further, taken it all, SLAP!

“Ouch!” She screeched, wrought by pain, the severity of the blow echoing through the room.

Ashley eased forward pausing to catch her breath, an opportunity for the stinging to subside.

“This is the next lesson for the spoiled little wife. If you want something, you have to pay for it.”

Dammit! Ashley thought. She wanted that finger, wanted it like nothing else, would sell her children to the gypsies for that Goddamn finger. Tom was clear. To satisfy her desire she had to pay a stinging price.

Eyes slammed tight, anticipating the next assault, she resumed rocking slowly back and fourth yet Tom did nothing. But when she slid back, consumed the full length, SLAP! “Ouch!” She screeched again.

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CHAPTER ONE

“Well, finally,” she thought as the moving truck pulled away. It had certainly been a long and arduous process, but she hoped and prayed the decision she came to was the right one. A change was as good as a rest they say, and Kansas was sure a change. A new beginning. Knowing no one–well, almost no one. She hadn’t even told him, but he would find out soon enough. First things first, she began to slowly unpack. Monday would come soon enough and then back to the real world and looking for work and all that. Not sure where to even begin, one by one she began to go through the items that were all she had left to call her own.

Taking a break sometime later, she made her way to the front porch and sat to sit and listen, and look and get a feel for her neighbors. Not really anyone around, the weather had everyone snug inside. She was left alone with her thoughts and dreams–if that’s what they were called. Half of her wanted so bad just to march across the street and announce her arrival. But, she knew she couldn’t do that. There was far too much at risk, and hurting him was not on her agenda. Patience. Lots of patience. At the very least she hoped the friendship they had begun long ago online could become something real, something tangible. More than a little afraid his reaction to her moving here would be less than positive, she really didn’t know what to do or what to say, so she decided to just let time deal with it.

Back inside, she figured she would attempt a task she had no clue how to do–hooking up her computer. She knew the computer was her one ‘out,’ her way to leave all the worries and close out the reality of life and all the crap it seemed to dump her way. She also knew he could very well be wondering where she had gone to, as it had been several days since she was online. Sure enough, once it was all hooked up she saw he had emailed and left offline messages. As much as she couldn’t admit to him, she looked forward to hearing from him far more than she should. The somewhat innocent flirting always ended because they both knew there was a line–easy, so easy to cross–but, nonetheless, a line.

She was never sure just where his feelings were or was never sure she wanted to know. The ease and comfort she felt talking with him, she didn’t want to jeopardize for anything. So, once again, the move made her worry that maybe the line was crossed and he wouldn’t be as happy as she was that she was here. Determined not to worry and try her best to let it play out over time, she responded to his mail holding back the urge to fill him in on where she went and where she was.

CHAPTER TWO

A few days had passed and their paths hadn’t crossed. All the unpacking and adjusting to all the changes hadn’t been enough to take her mind off of him. And trying to continue with this façade online cihangir escort with him felt more and more like a lie. Every time they said goodbye she felt worse and worse for not telling him. Being so close now was beginning to literally hurt inside. She watched from the window as the time neared that he would be driving home from work. She had seen the coming and goings of some of the neighbors and had determined which house was actually his. Going outside to check the mail (again), or to check for something in her car (again), was getting monotonous. Not to mention what the neighbors may be thinking. As he pulled up, she latched on to whatever courage she had and headed straight out the door. Trying to contain her excitement she cautiously called his name. Not hearing her she called a little louder–a little more anxiously too. He turned and looked as she continued to approach him. Nerves started rattling the closer she got, wondering maybe he wouldn’t even have a clue who she was! Refraining herself from embracing him in a zealous hug, she smiled rather shyly and said hello. He looked at her reservedly, staring in her eyes as if they held the answers. All she had to do was nod her head, and finally she got the response she was waiting for: a knowing smile.

” What are you doing here?” he asked. “You didn’t…” She nodded again, this time motioning to her house. He was rather speechless, so she gently took his hand and, with her eyes, beckoned for him to follow.

Closing the door she asked him, “Is she…”

“No, she’s not home,” he replied, knowing exactly what she needed answered. Her hands reached up, touching his hair, his face. Her fingers tracing and committing to memory what until now was only a dream. She felt his hands reach behind her, caressing her back, pulling her closer. Gingerly, he leaned, their lips barely whispered together, each one unsure, trying to hold back. Gently, they tasted, kissing lips, cheeks, necks, never far from letting their eyes lose contact afraid the dream would end. The tears in her eyes came despite every effort to hold them back, tears of joy and relief, sadness and pain all together.

Kissing them away he whispered, “Don’t, please.” With that simple cry they unleashed all that had been building for months–all the untold hunger, the ravenousness to know completely and to finally have. Leading him down the hall, all the while they touched, they tasted, they hungered for more. Looking in his eyes she wanted to know it was ok, an approval of sorts, as she slowly lifted his shirt. The twinkle in his eye as in turn he started to unbutton hers was all the answer she needed.

CHAPTER THREE

Her hands explored down his shoulders, over his chest, around his back, while her lips followed. She stared, watching his reaction as she reached down and slowly bahçeşehir escort started to undo his belt. His hands slowly slid up her arms into her hair and, pulling her close, he kissed her with such a craving that any doubts vanished. Feeling his skin against hers, the warmth that was growing, knowing he surely must be able to feel her heart beating so rapidly within her. His hands were so gentle, roaming up and down her sides, his thumbs barely crazing across her covered breasts.

She slowly kissed him as at the same time she eased down his pants. Reaching up she took his hands and placed them fully over her breasts, watching his eyes as she then started to remove the black skirt she had put on in hopes that today would be the day that they met. Reaching around, he unclasped the fabric that hid her breasts from him, and he bent and tasted and nibbled at what had been uncovered. Hearing her sigh, he chuckled.

“I know, I know.” His hands roamed as freely as his mouth, and any hindrance that had been between them disappeared. Stepping away from the puddle of their own clothing, they feasted on one another as if two ravenous animals.

Once again, drawing his eyes to her own, she smiled at him as she slowly began to kneel. Knowing already what awaited her, she rubbed her cheeks against his hardness, let him feel her hair sliding over him. She teasingly mouthed his balls, gently tugging them while her hand stroked, pleased to now hear a sigh from his lips. Her tongue traveled up the length of him, taking her time, enjoying and being enjoyed. Taking just his head into her mouth, he cried out as her tongue circled around and around, her hands cupping him and stroking, her eyes watching the pleasure on his face.

She settled in deep, taking him as far into her mouth as she could, holding him there while her tongue gently massaged his hardness. All the while watching him, trying to pick up cues from this man she knew so well yet had barely met. She began stroking him in and out of her mouth–so gentle, so slow–as much for her pleasure, as for the pleasure she wanted so desperately to give to him. So quietly she almost didn’t hear him, he was whispering for her to stop–please, stop. Fearing what she had done wrong, or that he had reconsidered being here at all, she stopped, and while still on her knees looking up at him, felt a tear slip down her cheek.

“No, don’t,” he whispered. “It’s ok…” He took her hands and gently helped her stand. Leading her to her bed he kissed her tenderly as he lay her down. Her eyes couldn’t unlock from his, her hands reaching for him, wanting to always caress, touch. He grinned slyly as he leaned down to slip her panties off. His kiss left her lips traveling slowly down her neck, over her ear making her shudder with pure joy. Making his way down, he again found maslak escort her breasts.

Her nipples were ready for him, hard and erect, waiting as his tongue teased around and around before taking them into his mouth, gently sucking as he heard her sigh with pleasure. Rubbing his face over them, feeling their softness, their fullness, his facial hair awakening her senses. Feeling her quivering beneath him, he traveled lower, his mouth never losing contact, down her sides, over her belly, then lower. He felt her hips lifting, and teasingly kissed down her thighs, his hands reaching, rubbing and pinching her breasts, driving her mad. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he watched her while she was watching him, and leaned in to taste the wetness that was waiting just for him.

His tongue gently parted her, sliding up and down her lips, loving the softness of her skin, taking in her scent that he’d dreamed of for so long. Hearing her quiet moans he gently mouthed her clit, finding it hard and so sensitive. His tongue flicked over her and she gasped, unknowingly making him more excited. Massaging her and nibbling so gently, he unleashed months of desire she had held back, wanting him and having to wait for such a time as this. “Oh, god!” she cried, trying so hard to contain herself.

He slowly slid up, lying beside her now. He gently kissed her, while his hand replaced his mouth on her pussy and kept her just at the brink. Her hand traveled down, finding him hard, he let out a deep moan, her hand knowing just what he liked. Caressing each other, kissing deeply, hungrily, feeding off a frenzy that had been building for so long.

He took her under her arms, gently pulling her on top of him, staring in her eyes, both of them locked to the other as if no one else in the world existed. She slowly lowered, feeling his hardness gliding over her, both of them gasping at the feeling, both of them wanting this so bad. Feeling just his head slowly enter, stretching her apart, her back arched, her hands reached for his, squeezing, trying to harness some of the hunger, trying to savor and enjoy. Leaning down to taste his mouth, she whispered, “I love you,” as she succumbed to their wants and slowly slid down, feeling him fill her, feeling the fullness she’d wanted for so long.

Finally having each other, they could no longer control and hold back–she felt his hips rising, pushing himself deep into her. She cried out as her own hips instinctively moved, riding him so fast, so hard, his hands moved down onto her hips, helping her, keeping her firm against him. Her hands reached back, leaning into his thighs, as he sat up, taking her breasts then her mouth with his own. Feeling her tensing, and not being able to wait much longer, he whispered to her, “Now sweetie, now,” giving her the words she needed to let go, waves of pleasure overtaking her. Feeling her contracting against his hardness, he too was helpless but to let go and release into her, both of their juices mixing, both of them crying out in pleasure, their moans and labored breathing the only sounds to be heard.

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Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes, he is a great friend to help me out so much. I hope you enjoy it. ~ellie

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The Fool Ch. 11

Flying from her fate.

With just over a month before the exhibition opened, Carrie returned to her life and her work with a renewed sense of purpose after spending the day with her grandmother and father. Sinclair had been curious about the day she spent with her father, and she’d been vague telling him about meeting a grandmother, but she had also told him of her misgivings given that any search on her father’s history stated that he was an orphan. By the woman’s age, she could have been her great-grandmother, Carrie admitted.

For his safety, she had said little else. Carrie trusted him, but if the information her grandmother had given her, along with the tools to ruin Edith plan was to be believed, Sinclair was better off not knowing the danger she and, by default, he, would be in should the Bonnet’s discover what she was doing. If her grandmother proved herself trustworthy, there was no real danger, as the Windsor’s would step in rather than see her or her love harmed in any way, and Carrie was banking on that. First, there was the exhibition to complete in order to make the claims of Edith and Jordan inconsequential.

She worked long hours in the final weeks leading up to the exhibition, and her team worked alongside her, determined to prove to the museum faculty that, although they were each untried and tested in their current positions, they could be successful at bringing money, as well as notoriety to the museum. When Carrie had suggested a preview opening for specifically targeted philanthropists as a fundraiser for the museum, the board of directors had approved the idea almost immediately, and her team had all jumped on the idea and came together with ideas for a spectacular interactive night.

As small pieces of the puzzle began to come together, her confidence in CC’s plans rose, along with her enthusiasm for opening night. Sinclair often had to come to the museum and take her home to ensure she ate properly and got a good night’s sleep. He enjoyed using her so hard that it robbed her all of the extraneous energy that bubbled forth and found her equally as exuberant about their relationship as she was about her work and she would sleep for at least a few hours. It seemed as if his gift of submission to her on Valentine’s Day had opened a whole new world to her, and she met him equally now instead of always fighting him for control in the bedroom. She was still aggressive, on occasion, but he had felt the shift in the way she responded to the nights where he asserted his dominant side, and, despite himself, he reciprocated, on occasion, when she pushed to take the top.

“The next two weeks are going to be hectic,” she said as they lay regaining their breath after a particularly torrid scene.

“I know. Whatever you need me to do just ask,” Sinclair said, his breath still ragged.

“I need you,” she paused and tilted her face up to his. “I need you to trust me and love me no matter how the exhibition goes.”

“That goes without saying,” he peered at her through the darkness surrounding them, trying to make out an expression on her face. “Is something going on that I should know about?” he asked. “Something to do with that space that’s been curtained off? Or all of the new friends you have made recently?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” she leant up and kissed him. “I’d like you to be as surprised as everyone else at the preview.”

“You’re not taking unnecessary risks, are you?” he pulled her close, worrying about her role as the fool as the day got closer. As usual, his parents were playing shell games with the Heart of the Heartless, but he knew when the time came they would honour the agreement to allow her to add it to the exhibition.

“Would you stop me or help me if I said I was?” she asked with a playfulness in her voice.

“As if I could stop you doing anything you’ve set your mind to,” he chuckled. “Of course I would help you.”

“And that is why I love you,” she leant up and kissed him, worming her arms around his neck and holding him tightly as she kissed him deeply again.

“It seems I didn’t wear you out quite as much as I did myself,” he murmured against her neck.

“We’re on the final countdown to opening night, I doubt I will sleep much between now and then,” she admitted honestly. “I will, however, lie here and try to think quietly while I watch you sleep,” she laughed.

“Or maybe I will wear you out properly, so you do sleep,” he rolled her onto her back and pulled her arms above her head.

“You could try,” she challenged him with a small giggle that turned into a sigh as his lips and teeth grazed down her neck and over her shoulder. “You’re like a boy scout, always prepared,” she laughed, feeling şişli escort his cock begin to harden again against her thigh.

“Dib, dib, dob, dob,” he mumbled, pulling one nipple into his mouth. He kissed down her body, feeling her respond immediately with the remnants of their earlier lovemaking. He scraped his teeth and lips over her flesh as his head lowered, with his hands massaging her along the same pathway.

Sinclair knew her so well and could hit every hot point on her body without even trying. When she felt his hands spread her thighs, she willingly complied and cooed softly as she felt the first tentative touch of his lips kiss her most sensitive of spots in a teasing manner. He kissed her thighs and down each leg, knowing that avoiding the apex between her legs would make her even hotter when he finally touched her.

Sinclair climbed back up her body, leaning over her and kissing her deeply, letting her taste her climax on his tongue as she purred like a satisfied kitten. His fingers tightened around the back of her neck and he pulled her body closer to his, deepening the kiss, leaving no doubt about his intentions to fuck her again. He wrapped his arms tightly around her; one across her shoulders and the other under the curve of her bottom, then he rolled to his back, taking her with him in one fluid movement. Her eyes widened in surprise at finding herself neatly planted atop him, her thighs splayed on either side of his hips. Rolling her hips, she could feel the hard ridge of him pressed into the soft flesh of her pussy.

Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she pushed herself up. Her tousled hair fell in a curtain across her face to tickle on his chest and a wicked grin spread across her lips as she lifted her hips a fraction of an inch and arched her back, rolling her hips again and pressing down onto his hard cock to tease him. She heard his breath hiss in through his clenched teeth, and she peeked at him through her lashes and wiggled a little more, setting him more firmly into her moist folds.

Grinning at his muffled groan and feeling his hands reach for her hips to still her movements, Carrie smiled and became still momentarily. Having kept her still for several moments, Sinclair relaxed back and gazed up at her, a sinful smile on his face as one hand quickly left her hip and smacked her ass. As she yelped in surprise, he quickly pulled her back down on top of him and kissed her deeply.

His dark eyes were bright with undisguised lust as she began to rotate her hips, pressing down onto him again. Her eyes closed and small white teeth glinted behind warm pink lips as she bent to nibble his neck, paying particular attention to the tender spot just below his ear. She distantly registered his hands gliding lower to cup her bottom. He lifted her slightly away from him so that she could feel his cock glide between the hot wet folds of her pussy. Sinking her teeth into his neck to distract him slightly, she reached back and took his hands, pulling them up over his head, trying to pin him to the bed. She knew she couldn’t restrain him if he wanted to be loose, but it excited her to tease him into fighting her for the dominance he desired. Her defiance was only ever a token effort now, but it still excited her non-the-less.

Sinclair raised his eyebrow at her and smirked, and she leant forward to lick over the bite mark she had left on his neck. She heard his soft moan and grinned to herself as she licked her way down his throat to his chest, nibbling here and there. Her tongue flicked out and gently teased his nipple, knowing this would excite him, his hips insistently pushing up into her, and a thrill ran through her when he finally broke free of her grasp, his hands moving to her rotating hips once more.

Enjoying being the tease, she wriggled free of his hands once more and slid down the length of his body, pausing to nip the flat belly with her teeth. She was on her knees between his legs, running her hands up his thighs. Looking up at him, she lowered her head, taking his hardness into her mouth.

His legs tensed and his fingers twined into her hair, she smiled around his cock, running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. She felt his little shiver and slid her mouth back down on him, taking all of him and feeling him press into the back of her throat.

Her left hand curved under his balls and cupped him, stroking with soft, gentle fingers. She felt him pulsing on her lips and she moved down onto him. His fingers twined further into her hair, his hips thrusting up gently into her mouth, making her gag slightly. She distantly heard him moan, and she gave a small whimper in response. She felt herself clench and knew she wanted him inside her again. She lifted her head and looked up to see his lust filled gaze on her.

Sinclair decided that she’d had her way long enough, and, pulling slightly at her hair wrapped around his fingers, he led her back up his body. With the grace of an athlete, he çapa escort changed their positions, pushing her down onto the bed and rearing up over her.

It was his turn to taste the sweetness of her skin, his tongue running down a similar path to one Carrie had travelled down his body. He loved her breasts, the small pale pink nipples that were short and puckered sweetly between his lips making her breasts rise into pointed mounds of flesh. His hands rested on her breasts as he kissed his way down her body, nipping the soft skin below her navel and rolling over her flat belly.

His hands spread her thighs wide and he nipped at the soft flesh, listening to her sigh in pleasure. He placed extra pressure on her thighs, watching as the lips of her pussy parted, and leant forward to flick his tongue over the centre of her being then. A grin curled his lips again as he felt the shock of pleasure ripple through her, making her thighs tremble and his cock harden impossibly more so.

His lips closed over the tiny bud and he began to whip it gently with his tongue. Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to her as her hips came off the bed to meet him. Her lips parted with soft whimpering gasps. He ran his hand up her thigh and slowly entered her, first one, then two fingers, marvelling at how hot and wet she was. She moaned, thrusting her hips upward once again onto the fingers and into his mouth. His tongue began to work at her faster, and he could feel her wetness begin to coat his hand. Her muscles tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was close to the edge of that abyss of pleasure that would wrack her body and leave her weak and trembling in his arms.

Pulling free of her grappling hands, Sinclair rose above Carrie again, guiding his throbbing cock into her. He slid in only a frustrating fraction at a time, and the excruciating slowness of his movements nearly sent them both over the edge.

Finally, embedded in her to the hilt, he felt her muscles grip him, and a groan of pleasure rumbled from his throat as he began to fuck her. He guided her legs up the length of his body from where they had wrapped around his hips, essentially doubling her in half and watching her breath shorten even more as she cried out her need.

Carrie dragged her fingernails down Sinclair’s back, enjoying the added grunts of pleasure he issued. He stiffened, moaning, and, unable to hold back the tide, began thrusting harder into her, wanting her to come with him. He looked at the glazed eyes and wide panting mouth of the incredible girl who had captured his heart so completely and groaned loudly as he came. She matched him, and he felt the muscles around his cock pulse with her climax, milking the cum from him to mix with her own.

Sinclair collapsed beside her, allowing Carrie to unfurl her legs, and they both lay breathing raggedly for long minutes. He pulled her close, the wave of exhaustion he felt moving over him and hoping she now felt the same way.

“You win, I’ll sleep for a few a few hours, at least,” she breathed heavily into his neck. Satisfied with her words, Sinclair let sleep take him.

*****

Carrie smiled at the woman she’d gotten to know over the last three weeks as she entered the exhibition rooms where the Mansvelt collection was getting its last minute fine tuning. She spread her arms as if to indicate the chaos of people hurrying around the space and calling out to each other and laughed happily.

“Marina, it’s bedlam here, but it’s so good to see you,” Carrie embraced the woman, kissing her cheek. “Tell me the good news.”

“The good news is that my voice has been well rested and my troupe and I are more than ready to entertain your guests tomorrow night,” Marina laughed with her. “Now your turn, tell me the good news.”

“It’s still a shell game,” Carrie said quietly. “I’m not sure what they will do, yet.”

While the Windsor’s original rules for the privateers they recruited held the addendum about the collection of artefacts, it had been Robyn’s plan and training that had put her on this path, and it was she who deserved the credit for pulling it off. The only credit Carrie wanted was for stealing Sinclair’s heart, not the coveted jewels his family protected so well.

She had needed to believe CC’s assertion that it was possible to do this and still have a normal life after it was all said and done with the man she loved. She knew that she could be putting her faith in the wrong people, but for the chance of a happily ever after she would dance with the devil himself if she needed to, and pray that if things went pear-shaped Sinclair would forgive her.

“Hey, where did you go?” Marina linked arms with Carrie and walked slightly away from the chaos of the team who hurried around the space. “Now is not the time to be zoning out, my friend.”

“Sorry. You’re right. There is just so much to remember and do,” Carrie apologised. “I’m keeping a lot of balls in the air right now, and mecidiyeköy escort juggling was never my forte,” she admitted. Edith and Jordan had become more aggressive in their demands on her as the exhibition drew closer because she had less time to meet with them and update them on the plans of the Fool. She often made the flimsiest of excuses to avoid one of the meetings they frequently planned with her. William had stayed in London, and she suddenly had new friends, like Marina, who had come on board as entertainment for the preview night of the exhibition, as well as to keep an eye on her for CC. Sinclair and his family had been very generous in their permissions and willingness to share their treasures for the exhibition. She smiled, thinking of Sinclair, and jolted as Marina poked her again.

“Being sorry is one thing, keeping your head in the game is another matter entirely,” Marina admonished. “The opening is twenty-four hours away, and you will need to have your wits about you.”

“I know, but you need to trust me, not put more pressure on me,” Carrie said, taking a deep breath. For better or worse it would be over after tomorrow night, and she had to let the cards fall where they may, because she couldn’t continue to live like this. She was lying to everyone, even the man she loved.

“Carrie, can you come and check the hologram again? I’ve tweaked it a little more,” Brandie called out from a few meters away, giving Carrie the chance to excuse herself from the uncomfortable presence of Marina, who seemed to be there every time she turned around at the museum.

She worked tirelessly during the day, not stopping for more than a quick cup of coffee before moving onto the next task. It was well after the museum’s closing time when Sinclair arrived, making all movement stop as each of her team members turned to look at him as he stood in the entrance surveying the entrance of the exhibition.

The wide spaces all interconnected, but moving panels could be used to open up the space or create maze-like corridors to funnel the visitors along a chronologically set out display of the infamous Edvard Mansvelt and his descendants. Most of these panels, however, were open at that time, as the team worked on the various displays making last minute adjustments.

“Mr. Mansvelt, I’d very much like you to see the holograms I have been working on, if you have a few minutes,” Brandie approached him before Carrie even realised why everyone had suddenly stopped working.

“I think Carrington was planning to surprise me with the visual effects, but I would very much like to see them without having to peer around people in a crowded room,” he said thoughtfully. “Why don’t you be my guide and show me around. That way I won’t be disturbing the boss,” he winked at the purple haired young woman.

“It’s all looking fabulous,” Sinclair said, not hiding how impressed he was with his expression or voice once Brandie had released him from his small tour. “It’s time to send your team home and come have dinner with me,” he said in a voice that held a commanding tone that she knew she shouldn’t argue with. “I have a surprise for you at home that won’t wait much longer,” he added, seeing her about to make an excuse to stay longer.

“The surprise I’ve been patiently waiting for?” she asked hopefully.

“Perhaps, but you won’t know until you leave this place, will you?” he asked, baiting her with the only thing he knew would get her out of the museum tonight.

“Okay, let’s call it a night!” she said loudly, and Sinclair was surprised to hear her team making excuses to stay just a little longer. He waited somewhat impatiently as the team gradually gave up the arguments and went home, promising to begin early in the morning. The fact that, with all her absences, Carrie had managed to instill such loyalty and dedication in her team, made him wonder at just how amazing she was.

They stopped for dinner on the way home at a little restaurant in the suburbs, and Carrie picked at her meal as she bubbled with anxiety over the final preparations for the preview. Sinclair had to threaten to keep her there until she had eaten at least half of her meal before she started to eat properly, and he chuckled at how quickly she devoured the whole plate of food once she had begun to eat and realised just how hungry she was. He doubted she had eaten at all that day.

“Feel better?” he asked as she put her knife and fork together across her empty plate.

“I’ll feel better when I have the final and most important piece of the Mansvelt collection on display,” she said in a too sweet voice, which made him chuckle.

“We better go home before mother goes to bed then,” he let the wide smile spread over his face and reach his eyes.

“I didn’t think they were coming until tomorrow!” Carrie exclaimed.

“Surprise,” Sinclair let his chuckle develop into a full blown laugh as she berated him for taking his time at the museum and then stopping for dinner when his parents were waiting for them at home.

They left the restaurant and drove home with Carrie urging him to speed all the way. When they finally arrived and she made it inside, she was met by Frazer and Georgia who were relaxing in the living room.

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The sun beat down on yet another glorious day of heat in the sprawling, sparkling, dream-filled metropolis of Shorehaven. The summer’s heat rose from the warm ground in shimmering air as the city went about its business, whether it was people heading to the beach for the glorious sunshine, heading to work for whichever job they were employed in, or simply doing one of the countless other activities people do that fill their lives.

Sunshine always lifted people’s moods, and within the City of Taboo Dreams things were no different. Within the area of the city known as Havendale, an area filled with lovely looking homes, gardens and people, Zoe Webber lay in the back garden of the house she shared with her fiancée, Kevin McReea, enjoying the heat of the sun in its clear blue sky as she lay sunbathing peacefully.

Her long, slightly-wavy, blonde hair laid spread about her beautiful face as she lay on the lounger chair soaking up the rays. Her large, emerald-coloured eyes were hidden behind the dark sunglasses she wore while her large 38C tits, slim waist, smooth legs and simply gorgeous body, was wrapped only under the average-sized blue bikini that revealed her body to perfection while hiding enough to entice the imagination as to what treasures lay beneath.

Zoe had been lying in the heat for some time now, enjoying the warmth as it shone down on her while the soft, gentle breeze stirred occasionally. It was another beautiful day in the sparkling city and one Zoe intended to take full advantage of. She and Kevin had been engaged for a year and a half now and had been together for two years before that. The wedding they had planned would be in a couple of months and so most of their time was taken up either working or organising wedding things. Everything was going as planned however, but today Zoe intended to just take a day off and enjoy the glorious weather. Kevin, her loving, and not to mention hot, fiancée had been spending time with her out in the sun earlier until the phone rang and he had gone out to meet up with his best friend Will, who Zoe thought Kevin might ask to be his best man soon. She wished he would hurry up with that, it would make planning a lot simpler.

The two had been gone, well, Zoe wasn’t sure how long as she had fallen asleep in the sun for a little while, but when she woke up Kevin and Will had been inside, no doubt having a drink and talking about some guy stuff or something like that, maybe watching a film or something. Kevin had popped out long enough to tell her that he was back and that Will was there, but since then he had left her to enjoy the sunshine, which she didn’t mind at all; it was nice to enjoy the sun on her own in the garden, there was something peaceful about it all.

Sighing happily Zoe shifted on the lounger chair and took a sip of her drink that she had on the table beside her before she looked down at her gorgeous, sun-drenched body.

She had been out in the sun a while, and had planned on taking her bikini off to make sure she didn’t get any tan lines, however now that Will was there that had to be changed. Sitting up reluctantly and swinging her legs off the lounger, Zoe decided that she should probably leave the sunbathing for today or she would have tan lines. So she picked up her drink as she stood up and finished it off before heading towards the house, deciding that a nice shower would be just the perfect end to a nice peaceful day of lounging before she joined the guys in whatever it was they had decided on doing.

Leaving the glass on the counter in the kitchen, Zoe made her way into the lounge, smiling prettily to herself in happiness.

“…going that way, you’re totally going to need it.” Will was jesting as Zoe walked through the doors from the kitchen.

The moment she entered the room the conversation cut off just as sudden as when a stereo is unplugged halfway through a song, and both men turned to look at her. Zoe had known the reaction she would get before she had even entered the house, especially because she was only dressed in her bikini, which was not as revealing as some she owned, but still struggled to keep her large tits hidden and showed her flat stomach, slim waist and smooth legs off completely.

However, even if she hadn’t been wearing that bikini, Zoe still would have known how both men would react to her hot 23-year-old body. Kevin looked towards her with love and pride as she came in, while Will stared at her in appreciation with a hint of hunger in his eyes.

Zoe’s smile widened as she looked at the two behind her dark sunglasses. The two of them always reacted the same, only the more revealing clothes she wore, the more pronounced their expressions became. Will had always had a thing for her and was always making comments on how hot she looked or letting his eyes ogle various parts of her whenever he came over. Kevin didn’t care at all at his friend’s reaction, and knew Will had a thing for her, but it had never bothered him. When Zoe had kağıthane escort first asked him about it he had said that he knew she was beautiful and that guys would always enjoy looking at her, that that couldn’t be helped and that he didn’t mind people looking as he knew that she was his and that she loved him and him alone, which she did with all of her heart. It was true, guys had always looked at her with the same stare Will always had when she was around, and it was nice that Kevin was so relaxed about it all. His confidence was something Zoe had always loved about him, it helped her feel that she could be herself without him worrying about her being unfaithful to him. She had never minded other women looking at him, so it was nice to have that returned. Some of her boyfriends in the past hadn’t been so laid back, so when she found Kevin it had been like a huge weight had been taken from her shoulders. Not that she ever really flirted with other guys, occasionally she would reply to a comment Will would make teasingly or jokingly but she never really flirted with anyone other than Kevin, but it was nice that he did not worry so much.

Seeing the looks of focus on their faces as she came through the doors, Zoe laughed inside to herself as she thought for perhaps the millionth time how simple it was to distract a man from his concentration.

“Don’t let me interrupt boys, I’m just passing through.” Zoe said amusedly, causing both to smile deeper; Kevin out of amusement and Will no doubt out of a deeper appreciation for her body.

“Had enough of the sun Zo’?” Kevin asked her as he leaned back in his chair.

“For today,” She replied with a smile, “I’ll work on my tan lines tomorrow.”

Before she had said it she had known exactly what Will would say, it was obvious why she would work on them tomorrow and not right then, and sure enough, she was proven correct.

“No need for you to stop on my account Zo’.” Will remarked right on cue to which Kevin shook his head as he smiled amusedly.

“You never give up do ya man?” Zoe’s loving fiancée said with amusement and Will simply shrugged with a grin as he leaned back.

“Just a little light-hearted fun, you know that Kev.” Will replied, however his not-so-hidden glance back at Zoe in her bikini gave away the, if not lie then certainly obvious lack of complete truth to that statement.

Shaking her head as she smiled, Zoe made her way passed the two as they sat on the chairs opposite each other and towards the lounge door.

“I’m going to have a shower and get changed, save me a cold one too, I’ll be down in about half-an-hour.” Zoe said as she opened the door and turned to look at the pair who had obviously been watching her ass sway as she walked passed them.

“Alright babe, see you in a bit.” Kevin replied lovingly.

“Aww, that’s a shame, I like what you’re wearing.” Will added, his eyes still watching her with that same appreciation.

Rolling her eyes, Zoe shook her head as she smiled faintly at her fiancée’s best friend.

“How do you ever get so many girls with lines like that Will?” She asked jestingly; although she had always wondered.

Will was well-known as being a ladies-man and getting a lot of girls, usually for either one night stands or simply casual sex. He had never had a girlfriend in the whole time Zoe had known him, by his choice admittedly, as he said he liked being single and the opportunities it afforded him to be with whoever he wanted. He was good looking, there was no doubt in that, but the lines he came out with to her were just terrible, or incredibly cheesy. How he managed to get any woman, let alone so many, was always a mystery to Zoe.

“Oh, if the lines don’t work my secret ‘weapon’ always does.” Will answered with a broad grin and amused laugh.

The emphasis he put on the word ‘weapon’ was enough for anyone to tell what he was implying. Will’s answer however made Zoe laugh, despite its implication.

“Oh, that was so cheesy, only an airhead would fall for that.” Zoe laughed amusedly before leaning down to kiss Kevin on the head lightly and ruffle his hair lovingly. “You have a strange friend baby.”

Both guys laughed at the jest and Zoe smiled amusedly before she straightened and turned to walk out of the room.

“Have fun boys, remember to keep me a cold one.” She added as she walked out of the room, hearing both of the guys reply that they would.

Smiling to herself and feeling content, Zoe made her way upstairs and in to the bathroom. She was going to look forward to this shower, she loved the feel of water running down her body.

As she peeled the bikini from her luscious body, Zoe felt perfectly happy. The day simply couldn’t get better.

Kevin McReea smiled to himself as he watched his hot 23-year-old girlfriend turn to walk up the stairs. Watching her always made him feel proud, either due to her indescribable beauty or because of one of the countless things that she did, istanbul escort big or small, that just made her the girl he wanted to marry.

Turning back to his friend, Kevin took a swig from his beer as he laughed inside. Will was still staring at the door Zoe had gone through. Will had always had a thing for beautiful women, well, for women in general, and he had always had a good way with them too. It was not very often that Will couldn’t seduce a girl to give into him, even those who weren’t available. Kevin and his friends knew that Will had even managed to work his charm on women who no one would have thought would have been unfaithful, even the women themselves.

Those who resisted the good looks and charm, not to mention the ‘secret weapon’ Will was always so proud about, were few and far between, however Zoe was one of them. All of the guys were always careful having their girlfriends around Will, but Kevin had never really been worried about his friend being around Zoe. Zoe was strong-willed and while she was very sexual, she was completely faithful. Oh, she would play around and joke of course, but Kevin had seen Will try his charm on Zoe but she simply didn’t respond to any of them, as if Will had said or done nothing at all. That thought made Kevin laugh inside again; it always got Will irritated when he couldn’t succeed with women, and Zoe had never battered an eyelid at anything he did at all.

“Damn Kev, you have got one fine piece of ass there.” Will whistled before he looked back to Kevin, swigging from his bottle.

Kevin smiled, half-amusedly and half-proudly.

“I bet she’s one hell of a fuck too ah?” His friend jested and Kevin laughed out loud this time.

“You ask me that every time you see her Will.” Kevin replied as he shook his head, his friend would never change. “What do you think?” He added rhetorically.

“Damn man, I think she’s the kind of girl who loves cock and can’t get enough of it man. Always makes me wonder why she’s with you and not with the ‘weapon’.” Will replied with a grin as he indicated his crotch.

Kevin took another drink of his beer, smiling amusedly at his friend. This was perhaps the thousandth time they had had this exact same conversation; Will really wouldn’t change.

“Perhaps because she loves me man, and it ain’t all about your ‘weapon’.” Kevin replied as he leaned back in his chair.

“Shit man, I bet that’s not what Zoe would say if I gave her the ‘secret weapon’ man.” Will answered back, eyeing the door and shaking his head as if he was still amazed at just how hot Zoe looked. No doubt he actually was at that.

Kevin laughed again, if there was one thing he knew, it was that Zoe was completely satisfied with him. They had sex at least twice a day, every day, and Zoe always told him how good he made her feel.

“I doubt that mate, she is a completely satisfied woman.” He replied proudly.

Will turned to regard him once more with that big grin of his.

“That’s ’cause I have never tried with her man, you’re my best friend and she’s your girl.” He said in return confidently.

While Kevin trusted Will as his best friend in most everything, he knew that if he ever had a chance with Zoe he would take it. Luckily there was no doubt in Kevin’s mind that Zoe would never even entertain the thought of being unfaithful, let alone cheating on him, no matter what.

“Shit Will, I’ve seen you try your moves on her, it was like water off a duck’s back.” Kevin replied amusedly, taking another swig from his bottle. His friend really was too overconfident, not every woman he had tried to seduce had succumbed to his charms.

“Yeah, but that’s ’cause I wasn’t trying hard man, as I said, she’s your girl, and I wouldn’t do that to my main man. But, if I did unleash the moves, Zoe would be begging for it like all the rest.” Will said, nodding triumphantly as if he had already succeeded in screwing her.

“Unleash the moves?” Kevin replied and almost choked on his beer as he tried not to laugh out loud. “Damn man, even if you had any more moves to try on her, I know she wouldn’t go for it. She’s not like the others you’ve aimed at.”

Will grinned deeper as he leaned forward to obviously emphasise what he was about to say.

“I have some more moves, ones I usually reserve for special cases that prove more difficult to hunt.” His friend said sounding completely confident, despite the fact that Kevin knew there were women who he had tried everything to bed and they had still turned him down. “I just haven’t used them ’cause you were there. Women are more resistant around their men.”

This time Kevin did laugh loudly.

“I thought the reason was because you’re my best friend?” Kevin replied amusedly. His friend’s overconfidence despite the facts was hilarious.

“Yeah, but I meant if I was gonna try, you know.” Will answered as he leaned back, swigging his beer.

Kevin watched his friend as he raised his own bottle to his lips. His taksim escort friend truly wouldn’t change his mind. He was adamant he could get Zoe under him despite the fact he had tried his charms on her before and received not even an irritated frown, just simply as if he had done nothing. Kevin was so certain no matter what Will or anyone else tried, Zoe simply would never give in to them, that was just not her.

“You’re so full of shit Will, man, you crack me up.” Kevin replied as he drank the last of his beer and placed the empty bottle on the table in front of him.

“No shitting man, she’d be totally begging me for it.” Will stated adamantly in reply.

How the guy could be so seriously sure, Kevin would never know.

“There’s no way you’d seduce her, I’m telling you man, there’s no way at all.” He replied as he grabbed the last bottle from this case. There was more in the refrigerator for later though.

Will shook his head, his expression becoming more determined and competitive.

“Nah man, I’m telling ya Kev, if I didn’t hold back, Zoe would be riding this bad boy in an hour, tops, your fiancée or not.” His friend retorted sounding as if he had no doubts.

“An hour, now you are full of shit.” Kevin replied, cracking open the beer and swigging from it calmly. He was as confident as Will appeared to be.

“I totally bet you I could! An hour, two at most man, and she’d have her legs wrapped around me clawing my back.” Will said in reply before adding, “But as I said, I wouldn’t unleash the moves on your girl, ’cause you’re my main man.”

Kevin sipped from his beer as he watched his friend for a moment. How he could be so confident when he was just so obviously wrong, Kevin could just not understand. There was obviously only one way to deal with this; call his bluff and prove him wrong. Of course, he could just leave it, but then Will would take that as he was conceding he was right, and then he would believe he really could have Zoe if he wanted her, which Kevin knew was absolutely wrong. No, Will needed to be shown that he really couldn’t have any woman he wanted, even if he should have learned from those he had failed to charm.

“Alright, I bet you couldn’t.” Kevin replied and almost laughed again as Will was suddenly taken aback.

“What? You bet I couldn’t what?” Will said, blinking due to his shocked confusion.

“I bet you couldn’t seduce Zoe if I left you to it for an hour or two.” Kevin replied, sipping his beer calmly.

“You really bet that I couldn’t get her to have sex with me? Are you serious, ’cause you know I totally could.” Will replied, sounding less sure than he had moments earlier, though he did try to seem as confident.

Kevin nodded calmly.

“You think you can charm her, I know you couldn’t. There seems no other way to solve it than a simple bet.” He said calm and confident.

Will watched him a moment, obviously trying to gauge whether he was being serious or not.

“Alright Kev, what would the terms be?” Will said carefully definitely not as certain as he had been but too proud to back down. He had to know now that he had no chance.

“Well, if you win, you get to have sex with Zoe, if I win, you have to firstly admit to the guys that you really aren’t such a ladies man, that there are some women who don’t want you, and you give me a hundred.” Kevin answered calmly. While he didn’t want anyone but him having sex with Zoe, he knew that there was no way she would ever be charmed by Will in a whole lifetime, let alone in an hour or two, so he knew he had already won.

Will’s eyes bulged at mention that he could have Zoe if he won, though Kevin could still tell he was unsure he could actually win.

Kevin took another swig of his beer as he watched his friend debate in his head what to do. He obviously had doubts he could succeed now, so he either lost face by losing the bet, or lost face by admitting he was wrong. His pride wouldn’t let him do the latter however.

“Alright, you’re on.” He said after a few moments, before he stood up to offer Kevin his hand.

Kevin couldn’t help but smile a touch. Will really wouldn’t change, even if he wasn’t confident he was still proud.

Standing, Kevin took his friend’s hand and shook it, sealing the bet. This was going to be the easiest bet he had ever won he thought smugly.

Will couldn’t stop himself from feeling several emotions at once. Mostly though he felt a mix of shock, that Kevin would make such a bet, concern, because he knew why Kevin made that bet, and excitement, that he would get to try it on with Zoe. The only problem was of course, as Kevin obviously knew all too well, Zoe had never given even the slightest hint that he was trying to charm her, no matter what he had done, and now because he had opened his big mouth, he had an hour or two to try to change that or else he would have to lose face and money. How he was going to manage this, he had no idea, and it was obvious that Kevin was just as confident, damn him for knowing him too well. Why had he been so proud and gotten himself into this mess.

Despite thinking and feeling all of this at once, Will tried to keep his face calm and confident; he thought he managed a respectable job of it.

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