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It’d been a few weeks since we’d done anything, you were still recovering from your recent surgery, and the tension had been building for a while. We’d had an intense make-out session about a week ago, and I was getting keen to take things to the next level.

Its staring to come into summer, so things are heating up. But I wasn’t ready for how hot it was about to get!

I’m standing in the kitchen, EarPods in, washing up some dishes that had been left from the night before when we’d had a few friends over. It was Friday, but I had the day off work, and had taken the opportunity to catch up on housework that had built up since you’d been out of action. It’s crazy how much mess four kids can make in a short space of time! You’d been upstairs all day, working from home as usual, spending half the time on zoom conferences. All I’d seen of you was a few minutes at breakfast, and a quick wave as I dropped you some lunch in the middle of another zoom session.

I was blasting another Kygo song, when I felt your arms slip around my waist. I actually jumped a little, because I didn’t hear you come down the stairs. I reach up to my EarPod and hit pause on the music.

You kissed me just at the base of my neck then said, “Hey babe. The house looks wonderful, thanks so much.” I feel you squeeze me from behind, your boobs softly pushing into my back, your lips kissing me again.

“That’s ok, it needed to be done, it got so crazy last night, and I was just too tired to even try to clean up.”

“Well there is still half an hour until kilis escort the kids come home…” I feel your hand slide down my chest and down the outside of my shorts, rubbing the bulge that was already starting to form, whilst trailing kisses up my neck, and nibbling the bottom of my earlobe.

I smile. “Well my hands are wet, lemme dry ’em quickly…”

“Don’t bother hunny, they’re not the only thing that’s wet…” You spin me around, pull my head down, and our mouths meet, tongues darting in and out. As we kiss, I push you back until you bump into the kitchen island. I grab your face with both of my hands, still wet from the dishes, and hungrily kiss you like never before. I start kissing down your neck, and hear you sigh and moan, as I kiss across the top of your cleavage and up the other side of your neck.

“Babe, please…” I hear you moan.

I pull your skirt down, and find you don’t have anything on underneath! Well, this is a surprise. But I also realise this wasn’t accidental, it was planned. This turns me on so much more. I pick you up, put you on the island, spread your legs and dive in, running my tongue up and down the length of your pussy. You were right…but wet was an understatement, you were like the niagra falls. Your eyes close and your head drops back as you lean back on your arms. “Mmmmm…mmmmm…yes baby, lick me…oh fuuuuck, yes…”

I absolutely love going down on you, and love the sounds that come out of your mouth when I do.

After a minute of licking and sucking up and kırklareli escort down your pussy, my tongue finds your clit and starts doing a little dance on it, while two fingers find their way inside you. “OH YES BABY!” You start to get a little more vocal, the combination of my fingers and tongue bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. “Yeah baby, fuck me with your fingers! Ohhhh that feels so good…”

I curl my fingers inside, hitting your gspot, and start moving them back and forth, while my tongue continues to assault your clit. “I’m close babe…I’m close, don’t stop, don’t stooooppp…YEEEESS…I’m cummminng…FUUUUCK!” You scream out, and I feel everything tighten, your legs clamp together, almost suffocating me! Finally, after what seems like forever, you relax, your legs fall apart and you start to breath normally again.

“Let’s take this upstairs” I say, and lift you down off the kitchen island. I make a mental note to myself, “I’ll have to clean that again!”

I’m walking in front of you and we make it as far as the staircase, before you pull my hand to stop me. Again, you spin me around and start kissing me, even though my face is covered in your juices. Then you pull back, look me in the eye and say, “my turn.” Before I even get a chance, you push me back so I’m sitting on the second step, and somehow without me even realising, I’m wearing nothing on my bottom half anymore, my pants and underwear now around my ankles. “That’s a new trick!” I say laughing. You’re not laughing though. I look karabük escort into your eyes and all I see is lust.

You reach out and stroke my cock up and down with your nails, making me moan, and you get me even harder, if that’s even possible. But this isn’t a time for you to play around…and you drop your head down, taking me in, and bobbing up and down…until the entire length of my hard cock is in your mouth and throat. Then, you look up at me and you slowly slide it back out…then back in again. Sooo hot!

Up and down, up and down, over and over, again and again…stopping to lick just under the tip…suck on the tip…and now engulf the entire thing again. Repeat. Then repeat again.

Now it’s my turn to involuntarily close my eyes. “Mmmm…oh babe, it feels so good, your mouth feels SO GOOD!”

It’s been so long, that I can already feel myself reaching the brink. “Babe, slow down, I already feel like I’m gunna cum…” You reach under and stroke your nails on my balls. I open my eyes. “Babe! You know that makes me come faster!” You don’t even say a word, you just look into my eyes and take all of me in again, one hand with nails on my balls, the other reaching under my shirt and rubbing my nipple…you know my secret combination, and this pushes me over the edge.

‘FUCK!” I start grunting as cum shoots out of me…and you swallow it all, like a pro, still sucking on me the entire time. I finish cumming, and you sit up, licking your lips and grinning.

“Wow…that was quick!” I exclaim, as we both start laughing. I look at you, “Mmmm…that felt so good.” “Tasted good” you reply, winking at me.

“I need a shower after that” I say, starting to stand up. I go to pull up my pants, but you stop me. “Oh no mister, we still have 20 mins, and I need that cock inside me. So get upstairs, NOW.”

To be continued…

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Crystal squinted as she rolled her cart into the bright supermarket. The fluorescent lights seemed brighter than the fading daylight outside. She yawned and then dropped her shades down over her eyes. Ever since she started working nights tending bar, she woke up later and later in the day.

She had a date with Mark and promised him that she would cook for him tonight. The thought of cooking for Mark made her yawn even harder. He was a good looking guy, college grad, upwardly mobile, nice smile…but there were sides to him that she didn’t like all of the time. And sometimes, she swore they were on completely different pages in whole separate books.

As Crystal walked, wearing a tight baby T and a swishy peasant type skirt with flip flops, she noticed men staring. Even when she had the girls covered up and her wide hips camouflaged, men still paid attention to her. Sometimes she liked it a lot and sometimes the attention annoyed her. Today she liked it. Crystal wasn’t any of the Hollywood stick figures in the magazines, but she knew she was beautiful.

Her auburn hair was brushed back, falling slightly past her shoulders. A piece of gauzy cloth matching her white skirt acted as a headband. Her Georgia red clay brown skin made it seem like she glowed when she didn’t. She had a pair of 36 DDs and a slim waist that fluted down to wide hips, thick thighs and a curvy full ass. She was a brick house and she knew it. But at 27 years old, she wanted more than just her shape or breast size to be what made her special.

“Shit,” she said to herself, wondering what to make for Mark. She walked down aisle six and that’s when she saw him…

She had first seen him two years ago when he moved into her apartment building. He was older, at least 15 years her senior, she figured, from his peppery grey hair and the slight crinkles at the corner of his eyes—this only made him look more distinguished. It also helped that he was in pretty good shape. He ran. She saw him in the mornings stretching and sprinting as she came in late from working nights. She would be just arriving home sometimes by the time he returned from his exercise, sweat slipping between the crevices of his muscles, his breathing labored, his face flushed. He always managed to say hello to her as she passed. She returned the greeting, had to force herself to do so calmly, the sight of him so intoxicating she would have to satisfy herself as soon as she got into her apartment.

She had no idea why she had such a crush on this man. He seemed like a player, he dated a lot. She saw several different women entering and leaving his apartment over the last couple of years, but she had never gotten up enough courage to be one of them. He was classy, a sophisticated business man, and the women he dated usually seemed just as refined as he. Most of them, anyway. And the ones who weren’t were downright gorgeous. Crystal was intimidated.

But she knew she shouldn’t care. Crystal had been dating Mark off and on for a while now. Their relationship was solid, sort of, when he managed to be in town, and they talked often enough when he was gone away. He was coming home tonight to be with Crystal. She should have no reason at all to be so concerned with her neighbor.

Yet here she was, flustered.

And here he was, pushing a cart up the aisle, flanked by a girl who looked to be younger than her, her body tight, nubile, everything Crystal had been when she was a nineteen year old. The girl wore an outfit so tight it fit like a tourniquet, and Crystal swore she saw the blood coursing through each of the girl’s veins. So he was into children, Crystal surmised, as the young woman’s chest heaved, and her breasts fought to escape their corseted barrier. Then Crystal stopped herself. She was dating Mark. She was dating Mark.

But she had that itch, the kind Mark wasn’t going to scratch.

She wondered if she loved him. He was just the kind of person everyone had wanted her to date. He was a ‘good catch’. Here she was just now gaining her associates degree at the city college, and she was going to keep going for her bachelors while she bartended downtown, but Mark had his Master’s, and a job that provided the kind of security that would keep him employed until he was ready to leave. He was attractive and established, could even be marriage material, but right now, marriage was the furthest thing from Crystal’s mind.

She saw her neighbor look her way. Flipping her hair as she passed him, her cute pointy little nose turned up in the air, she said, “Hello Charles…”

“Hello Kimberly…”

When he saw her frown, he stopped cold and sucked his teeth, slapping his forehead in frustration, “No you’re…umm…this is embarrassing…” The girl he was with snapped her gum, looking back and forth between the two neighbors.

“Crystal…” she said still keeping her smile as she walked away, “You have a nice day, Charles.”

She wheeled her gebze escort cart into the next aisle, stood still and allowed her heart to sink. He had not only forgotten her name, but made her feel like a total idiot in front of that young thing he parlayed around with. She was the newest of his flavors of the month, but she had been around a long time. The young girl was tall and leggy with a funky little haircut and hazel eyes. She was pretty: smooth caramel, buttery soft skin, and slender yet feminine. She seemed to be everything Crystal wasn’t. Crystal had gone from feeling like the finest brickhouse in the entire supermarket, to feeling like trash after seeing Charles with his new young girlfriend.

She shook her head and tried not to tear up as she felt her phone vibrate in her purse. Digging around in her bag she saw it was Mark. He was canceling again. She was angry yet relieved. Angry because she needed someone to take her frustration out on, simply because he was there and an asshole…and relieved because she was not looking forward to Mark and their world class signature arguments again.

She hung up the phone angrily and left her cart right there in the middle of the aisle walking out of the store.

Dinner that night was a bowl of cereal. She had the night off and would actually get to go to sleep at a decent hour. She was never like the nightlifers who worked at her bar, so used to boozin’, druggin’ and staying up all night long that they could only close their eyes in the daylight. She dreamed of the day when she could have a regular respectable nine to five.

As she put her bowl in the sink her phone rang. It was Mark. She shook her head and decided to ignore the call. She didn’t feel like dealing with him right now. She would tidy up a bit and then just head back to bed. She grabbed the garbage from the pail in the kitchen and walked it out to the hallway to put it in the chute. As she padded down the hallway in short pajama shorts and a tight nipple baring t-shirt, her hair in a ponytail, she heard someone step off of the elevator. She turned and saw it was Charles. He came in holding his suit jacket over his shoulder, his tie loose as he whistled lazily. He locked eyes with her and stared at her up and down. Her thick curvy legs, sexy ass with the little dip in her back, all the way up to her round firm breasts. He nodded at her curtly before rushing indoors. Meanwhile, Crystal just stood there holding the bag of trash, her heart beating out of her chest.

After she dumped the garbage she went back into her apartment. Feeling panicked and anxious, she shook her head vigorously and cursed at herself. How could this guy, her neighbor, make her feel so silly? It was one thing to be attracted to someone. It was another to feel so exposed, so naked, so vulnerable when she was around him. Perhaps that was part of the fascination.

Tossing and turning, she finally went to sleep. It wasn’t until the middle of the night when she managed to hear her phone beeping. She picked it up and realized Mark had left a voice mail. Listening to it, she heard him say that he was sorry for everything and would be taking the red eye back to be with her in a couple of hours. “I can’t wait to taste that dinner you made for me…I bet it’s good. I’ll see you soon baby.”

She panicked. It was her first time really cooking for Mark and she didn’t want to let him down. She needed to feel wanted by someone after her run-ins with Charles. She wondered why he made her feel insecure and smitten as she threw on some clothes to head back out to the 24 hour supermarket.

It was kind of a steamy night out, the humidity making her tank top cling to her skin. No need for sunglasses at 1 a.m. though the supermarket was still as bright as ever.

She grabbed the nearest cart and went towards the meat section, hoping to figure what to cook when she got there. It would’ve been easier to just not cook anything at all, but she didn’t want Mark to know that she had given up on him as soon as they had an argument.

And that’s when she saw him again. Her heart leapt out of her chest as she tried to hurry by Charles, albeit casually. But it was too late; they locked eyes.

“Hey! Hey!” he called out and she stopped. “Hey,” he repeated, smiling as he backed up his cart and parked it across from hers. She smiled too, but hers was somewhat guarded, and Charles noticed the beginnings of the same rueful expression he had seen on her face in the store earlier that day. He remembered his prior faux pas. He began to speak again, stopped then closed his eyes for a moment. Then, as if a light bulb had flashed on in his mind, he opened his eyes and uttered, “Crystal.”

“You remember,” she answered coquettishly, but the rue was still on her face.

He flashed a toothy grin. “What are you doing out here at this time of night?”

“I could ask you the same,” she responded, checking him out at the same time. He wore a red T shirt, tan gümüşhane escort khakis and the latest style of Nikes, also tan; from their gleam, she knew these weren’t his running shoes. His T shirt hung from his body slightly loosely, but clung enough to show off his form. He was muscular, sinewy, not huge like a body builder, but by no means scrawny. His arms were guns, their definition so acute, you could their muscles work as he moved. Crystal was imagining how his bare chest looked when she blinked, realizing that he had spoken to her again.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that,” she covered. He looked in her eyes knowingly, held her gaze for a second longer than she liked, then eased into a smile.

“You never answered me,” he repeated. “Why are you here?”

“I’m supposed to be making dinner for my…” She caught herself.

“Boyfriend?”

“No. He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Well he must be something special to get you out of the house at this time of night food shopping.”

“He’s a friend,” Crystal responded quickly, shifting her weight to one side and putting her hands on her hips. Charles held up his hands in surrender.

“Am I intruding? I don’t mean to step on your toes by asking about . . .”

Crystal laughed lightly. “I’m sorry.” She shifted her weight to the center, dropped her hands on her cart. “I . . I don’t know what he is to me right now. I just . . .”

“But he has you out here buying food to make him dinner? Hmm. I wish I had a lady to do that for me.”

She crossed her arms. “Maybe you ought to get that girl you were with earlier to make you dinner. Or breakfast. Assuming she’s potty trained.” He laughed good naturedly and crossed his own arms. “You’re funny,” he said, chuckling to himself. And sexy as hell, he thought as he checked out her breasts squeezed in the tight top. He thanked his maker that they met up in the meat section, the cool air hardening her nipples as she and he stood conversing.

“You’re staring at me,” Crystal said, thinking he would quickly avert his eyes. She wished he would. She was getting hot in places she had forgotten existed.

He continued to stare, his smile waning some, his intensity rising. He was quiet for a second longer before he responded, “My apologies. How rude of me…” He changed the subject quickly, “So, what are you making for your friend?”

“Well, I’m not sure,” Crystal said as she began to push her cart again, “but I really need to make it before he gets home. Honestly I should’ve had this cooked last night.” She turned right and he followed.

“Okay,” he said, as they walked. “That was why you were here earlier, right?”

“Yeah, you know, when you couldn’t remember my name?”

“I’m sorry. Really. My memory is not like it used to be.” He paused then continued. “For instance, I’m supposed to be making cupcakes for my daughter’s bake sale and I forgot the key ingredient. I bought the eggs, the milk, the frosting. I even bought the shells the cupcakes are supposed to go in when you bake them. But I forgot the cake mix. That’s why I’m here.” He chuckled. “I have to bake three dozen cupcakes in the middle of the night and jet them on down to her school in the morning.”

“Oh,” she said looking around. The store was practically empty at this time of night. He walked gingerly next to her with his basket. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. “You bake?” she asked.

“A little. I’m a pretty good cook.”

She shrugged, “I’m learning…”

“Really?” he smiled, “I’m sure I could teach you some things…”

She blushed. “Well, since you’re such an expert at desserts…what’s a quick sexy one I can make?” It wasn’t a coincidence that she mentioned this. The ice cream syrups and whipped cream in the aisle they were in reminded her of sweets.

He picked up a can of whipped cream. “There are plenty of things you can do with this…”

She backed away from the cart and smiled. Was he flirting with her? Excitement coursed through her body. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

To her amazement he popped off the cap and squeezed some on his finger. He placed the dab of whipped cream into his mouth and made a satisfied groan, “Hmm..this goes great on anything.”

She rolled her eyes. He was shamelessly seductive. “You’re a mess…”

“I just get really creative thoughts at this time of the night is all…”

“Like?”

“Like what this would go good on…can I show you?”

She was taken aback but she answered, “Sure…”

He grabbed her hand and put a dab of cream on her finger. He then put her finger in his mouth and began to suck sensually. The visual sent shivers down her spine.

“See? And I could think of a whole lot of other places…I mean, things this could go well on…”

“Like?” she asked, her heart beating faster.

He stepped forward and boldly brushed her hair away from her neck, exposing her collarbone. He squeezed cream out on his finger and izmir escort then applied it in small circular motions on her neck. They stood there in the middle of the fluorescent white aisle as he did this, no passersby to witness him lean in and begin to suck the cream off of her skin.

She moaned, and her knees buckled. She forgot all about groceries when he was done.

“Can I show you another place?”

“Please.” She breathed deeply.

He slid the strap of her tank top down and sprayed a dollop of cream on her nape, then slowly slurped it off. He sprayed another, a hair’s breath away from the last, then licked it right off her shoulder. Spray, lick, spray, lick, down her shoulder, down her right arm until he reached her wrist, which he then turned over, dolloped with more cream, and kissed with the intensity she imagined he would use on her lips.

He nibbled her wrist for a moment more before planting kisses up the inside of her arm, wrapping it around his neck as his lips traveled to their next destination. Her sighs rang in his ear. He could feel her shallowed breath on him as he approached the swell of her breasts, their rise and fall as intoxicating to him as his lips had been to her.

She could hear that can shaking again, and she laughed quietly, anticipating the coolness of the cream against her warm skin. Where was he going next? He wouldn’t give her time to wonder as he lowered her shirt, just a little, just enough to expose her right nipple, thick and erect, which he dotted with the cream, and then proceeded to draw into his mouth very slowly. He sucked and rolled her nipple between his lips, tongued its center lightly; Crystal’s breath caught. He flicked her nipple, licked off its sugary covering, and Crystal had to hold on to Charles’ shoulders just to remain upright. He licked the nipple clean and sprayed again, this time covering her entire areola, before tracing tiny swirls in the whipped topping with the expert tip of his tongue. He might as well have been sucking her clit. Her nerves were on edge, her knees wobbly, her pussy so wet she thought she might leak onto the floor. Charles sucked off the cream with soft kisses, worked his way down to her right nipple, which he teased with soft flicks and nibbles and then lapped at it with pure abandon. His slurps were loud in her ears. Her moans were loud in his. He grunted his satisfaction, let his lips pull and play with her tender breast until she squealed and backed away slightly, looking around quickly to see if anyone was watching, if anyone had heard. Charles didn’t seem to care. He did not let go of her breast, did not stop his attack, and before she knew it, he had closed in on her again, and lowered her shirt completely. He dotted both nipples with cream, covered both areolas generously, and began to suck them like it was his only vocation in life.

Crystal shuddered every time Charles added cream to her breasts, his warm mouth melting the whiteness and licking it off each time. He plied on more each time than the last, changing cans when the first had been emptied. Through the white peaks, Charles ran his tongue making long, luxurious paths that ended at Crystal’s dark brown nipples. After his last travail, he reached behind Crystal, grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup then squeezed a trail of its brown, rich liquid over her heaving breasts. The warmth of her body heated the syrup and they could smell its sweet scent permeating the air. Charles added whipped cream to her breasts before digging into his newest creation, attacking each breast separately. Her left had the pleasure of receiving small kisses planted all around, down to her areola, until he reached her nipple, hard like granite, against which he fluttered his tongue rapidly. Crystal’s moans were increasing, her voice now raspy with her lust. Her right breast, cream and chocolate running and dripping from its tip, he swabbed with the flat of his wide tongue, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate as he licked it from her coppery skin. He nibbled her areola, doused it with more chocolate, and licked it clean again. He squeezed out more chocolate, covered her entire right breast then lapped at her nipple. She licked the swell.

He finally pulled away from her and stood up straight, his six foot two frame hovering over hers as she fixed her shirt. He looked at her and smiled as he tilted her chin towards him and gave her a deep lingering kiss. The world had faded away at that moment, and Crystal was burning inside.

Suddenly he dropped to his knees in front of her, lifting up her shirt to tongue and tease her navel. He slipped his tongue inside of her belly button, pressing deeply, making her feel sensations through her body that she never felt before. She closed her eyes and let him take control, not realizing that her short denim skirt was hiked up over her hips, exposing her pussy. Crystal rarely wore underwear, especially in bed, and when she ran out tonight, she was glad that she didn’t. There was a thin layer of fuzz on her plump mound. She looked down and watched him slip a finger into her tight wet pussy. She could feel her walls throbbing against his fingers as he skillfully fucked her. She began to gasp, trying to keep herself quiet, not even believing that this was happening right now.

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The next morning, I wake up to find myself naked and wrapped in your arms. I untangle myself carefully from your embrace and hastily pull your dress shirt on. It barely covers my ass, so I decide that I had better pull on some shorts as well. I think I remember where the bathrooms for this place are, and I begin the hike up the hill to take care of washing my face and hair. When I arrive at there, I realize that these bathrooms are equipped with crude showers, so I decide to undress and clean up all over.

I step into the concrete stall, and pull the curtain closed behind me, allowing the warm water to rush over my naked body as I begin to soap myself. I hear the door to the bathroom open, but know that these showers are well away from the other areas.

Suddenly, the curtain pulls back, causing me to jump and yelp with fright. You are standing there, naked, and step into the shower with me. I am completely soapy, but that doesn’t stop you – – – in fact, you take the soap in your hands and begin to rub my body with it. Your hands feel so strong as they slip silkily over my muscles. You take the shampoo and wash my hair for me, massaging my scalp and causing me to almost go weak in the knees. Rinsing me off, you turn me toward you and take my face into your hands – – – pulling me close.

Your lips find mine and we begin a slow, deep, wet kiss as my hand slides down between our bodies to grip your now-hardening cock. You are slightly soapy from standing against me, so my hand slips easily up and down your shaft causing you to moan against my mouth. The warm water washes over us as you turn me away from you once again, pushing me to bend at the waist. My hands automatically reach for the wall of the shower to support myself as you grip my hips and thrust forward. The water and my juices have made your entrance very easy indeed, but we are careful to be quiet. This is a public restroom, after all, and we are not sure if or when someone will come in. This just adds to the excitement as you glide in and out of my wet pussy. It’s all I can do to suppress the joy that your cock is giving me at this moment.

You reach around my waist and pull me toward you, sliding one hand up to grip my breast. You pull me up against your chest, and bend at the knees to continue to thrust inside me. Your other hand slips down between my legs to my clit, and massages me to a thunderous climax. You have to hold me tightly against you to support me as this orgasm leaves me unable to stand for a moment. You are kissing my shoulders and back – – – knowing how much I love that – – – while you hold still within me, still gently playing with my clit and allowing me to recover van escort before beginning to thrust again. We are so quiet when we are fucking this time, but our bodies are talking in perfect harmony.

I feel you begin to expand, and I drop down to my knees, taking you into my hand. I begin to stroke you and you cum – – – – and I allow the cum to splash on my face, in my hair. I suck the remaining drops from your cock as you take the shampoo once again and wash your cum from me. We dry and dress, and go back to camp for a little breakfast before you reveal what the day has in store for me.

“Put on your hiking boots,” you say, “because I’ve found something I want to show you.”

“Alright,” I reply, and put on some heavy socks and my boots. I wonder what we are going to see.

“It will take some time to get there… I think we will be there by noon…” your voice trails off. I notice that you have a rather large backpack.

“Do I need to carry anything?” I ask.

You turn and think a moment, and finally answer, “Um… that’s your backpack over there. I’ve already packed everything you’ll need…”

I pick it up and begin to look inside, but you stop me. “No! You don’t need to look in there just yet. Just trust me.” I shrug at you and put the backpack around my shoulders.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been hiking, and even longer still since hiking with a backpack, but you somehow understand and take things slowly. You have figured that it would take some time, and even though the destination isn’t far away, you have guessed at the time just about perfectly. I find myself standing, at near noon, at an open pool… below a beautiful waterfall. Luckily the rains from spring were enough to feed this magnificent site, so the water is cool and flows sparkling clear. You find a clearing and take the backpack from my shoulders as I stand and stare in awe the beauty that surrounds us.

“Like it??” you ask as you come to stand beside me.

“Oh, God! It’s wonderful!” I say.

You put your arms around my waist and hold me close to you, whispering in my ear, “It’s even more beautiful now that you are here!” I feel myself blush hotly.

You take my hand and lead me over to where you have set down the backpacks. You begin to pull things from them: a blanket, a bottle of wine, fruit, cheese, assorted things for a picnic lunch. Then you set me down, and say, “Now comes another lesson in trust” as you blindfold me.

I feel so out of control and this feeling scares me a little. You sense my tension, and continue to talk to me softly… and then you begin to remove my clothing. yalova escort First my boots, then my socks… then my shirt.. then my bra. I am half-exposed. You watch to see what my reaction will be. You don’t touch me or even speak for a moment… the hiss of the waterfall covers any sounds that you might make.

I begin to tremble and then to panic… just as I get on the brink, you touch me again. You are amazed at the effect just your hand on my skin has. I immediately begin to calm. You remove my shorts and then my underwear. I am completely exposed in this gorgeous setting. You sit behind me, and have me lie back across your lap. You begin to feed me… allowing me to savor each morsel of food as you offer it. You watch my face for signs of panic, careful not to push me TOO far.

After lunch, you tell me to stand. I do and you take my hand and walk me to the pool, leading me into the cool water. My nipples immediately become erect and you just have to stop and take first one then the other into your mouth. I gasp at the sensation: the warmth of your mouth versus the coolness of the water. You lead us to the waterfall then under… the pool is only waist-deep. We stand, the water rushing against us, and kiss long and hard. I still cannot see, so I am surrounded by other sensory clues as to what is going on.

Underneath the waterfall, there is a cavern in the rocks – – – just deep enough for two people. You gently lift me onto the rock ledge and step between my legs. You part my thighs and lower your head to suck my pussy. I feel the warmth of your breath on me long before your mouth touches me.

“OHHHHHH!!” I moan in anticipation. I know that the curtain of water behind us will muffle any noises I care to make. Your tongue finally makes contact, laving up my slit to capture all my juices. “Jesus, you taste good!” you say then place your mouth back onto my pussy. The rocks bite into my back somewhat, but I find that I don’t even care. I wrap my legs carefully around your shoulders – – – if only to get your tongue further into me. Your fingers finally find me and slip inside, driving me to a frenzy that only your cock will be able to continue.

You are so hard. You love watching and hearing me cum, and I’ve been especially vocal this time. You move up onto the ledge with me. I am afraid that you will hurt your knees on the rocks, but you smile and say, “I really don’t care. I want you so badly. You are so sexy, and this is just about as close to heaven as I have been in a very long time.”

I feel you grip my ass in your strong hands and pull me up, my pussy slaps wetly at your hips as your cock buries çorlu escort itself into me. “Oh, my God!” I groan, and kiss you. Your head then lowers and your mouth captures one of my nipples. Knowing this will drive me over the edge, you thrust deeply and at the same time bite gently down on the nipple, sending shock waves all over my body. “NNNNGNGGHHHHHH!” I arch and cum on your cock.

“Good, eh??” you say smugly, thrusting hard against me. I am trembling so hard that I cannot even answer.

Suddenly, I put my hands against your chest and push you away. For a moment, hurt confusion rolls across your face until I reach up and remove my blindfold. “Lie back!” I order you, and you lean back against a flat rock to the back of the ledge. I straddle your hips and lower my steaming pussy once again onto your cock.

“MMMMMNNNNNNNNN…” you moan as you feel me engulf you. You thrust up into me and reach for my breasts, holding them and stroking the nipples with your thumbs. I lean over and kiss you deeply, whispering how good you feel inside me, telling you how much I love making love with you… how much I feel you – and for you. You feel my inner muscles grip you as I squeeze your cock each time I rise… and I feel your balls under my ass beginning to contract and spasm.

“Where do you want to cum??” I ask you, sucking gently on your earlobe.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh… please… let me cum inside you…”

I push down on your cock so hard that you feel the head rubbing against my cervix. This sends electricity through you, and I feel you tense. “I’m ccccuuuummmmmiiinnnng…” you moan, arching up to drive even deeper still. I feel your heat flood me as I roll my hips to massage your cock. With each roll, I am pressing my clit against you – – – – I cum in a final jolt as you hold me tightly against you.

“God, that was good!” you say after a few minutes, “but we’d better be getting back. It is going to be dark soon.” You take my hand and lead me back across the pool to the other shore. Our blanket is still there, as well as our backpacks and clothes. We repack the backpacks and get dressed, and then head back toward camp. We talk the entire way, and you reach back to take my hand in yours, gently lacing your fingers between mine and stroking the outside of my thumb with yours.

When we arrive back at camp, you ask me if I am hungry.

“No.. are you??”

“No, not particularly. I’m just tired.” I agree, and we unload our backs. We sit down near the fire, you prop yourself up against a tree, with your back against a blanket. I curl up next to you and place my head on your chest. We spend time like that, entertwined, without needing to say a word. You stroke my hair and I feel myself relax more and more.

I am awakened by the sun streaming through the trees and warming my face, to find myself still nestled against your chest near the tree where we had sat. I guess we WERE tired, indeed!

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The walk began with a need. She wanted to escape, and getting lost in deep forest was all she could imagine to get the job done. Dressed in an outfit that made her feel pretty, she headed out across the gravel parking lot. One other vehicle in the area was not enough to deter her from her pursuit. Most others would have cautioned her not to go alone. Call someone to let them know where she was headed. It was not until an hour into the trek that any thought of misdemeaning hikers crossed her mind.

She was not ordinarily one to disappear on a whim, though thoughts had frequently crossed her mind. Today was one of those. Already she had confessed to the need to disappear. Too many people knew and as such, it would not be disappearing, really. A long hike was a temporary stand in for the need to climb a mountain. Emotions were on overload. Men were not the answer though she hoped they could offer some sort of relief or at a minimum a reprieve from her daily dull moments of existence.

The long drive to the lot appeased her only a small amount. Along the way, she reflected on her desires to visit this location, become closer to all it had to offer. Answers were not in the mix. Inscrutable years with an imbecile render her recent decades incomprehensible. She believed somehow that returning to this site would strike a balance and answer a question as to the meaning behind his stupidity and to the meaning of why he insisted upon ignorance.

She walked at the fastest pace she had ever applied in a wooded area. Anxiety paired with animosity like red wine to a thick hearty steak. She was not feeling settled until an hour passed at that jog of a pace. One look at the map was discouraging but inspiring at the same time. Progress over the weeks, but more importantly progress over the years was witnessed that day. She took a breath, stretched and looked around before ascending the next hill of rocks, crags and roots. Slick surfaces made it tough to get a solid footing at the pace she held. Still, it did not slow her down.

Around a few small hills and over a few ridges, she paused near the river as it trickled through the forest. Meandering through all the breaks in stone, the river became a trickling stream; it became a meandering river with miniature waterfalls. The falls were just enough to shout a few notes of a peaceful rumbling babbling song. So, there she sat. Several minutes passed before reengaging in the walk. Her pace resumes quickly and her eyes perpetually scanned the area for any other people on the trail. One other car in the lot gave cause for suspecting visitors in the woods. Finally, they crossed and the other couple kept on in the opposite direction. A quick hello indicated the friendliness at hand.

The remainder of the walk was only stressful from a self-inflicted perspective. Her depression was getting worse. This fresh air excursion was meant to improve things. Instead, the peace and quiet allowed for all other thoughts to overpower her every breath. Tears flowed like the fast flowing stream rushing beside her. They bent over her cheeks with a warmth that may ordinarily be comforting. Today, on the other hand, her tears became more of a road map to all the unhappiness she had bottled inside.

Screams in the woods were those of an emotional foundation, not those of a physical pain. trabzon escort She ineffectively screamed to let someone in the area hear. She felt better, but still she needed a person by her side. The man she thought she loved was not anywhere to be found. He was inapproachable. He was only there as a convenience to his own life. She could not take it any more.

You never told her where you live, yet she showed at your doorstep. The doorbell rang and your child answered. Unaware of who was standing on your “Beware of…” doormat, that child of yours invited her in. Not to be mistaken for some vampire, you were not immune to her powers by invitation. There were no viable superstitions to hold her at bay.

Your family name was screamed across the house just before everyone else was about to pile into the car and take a routine drive around the region. “Sunday drive” as most refer to it. They all exited the house through the garage and left without you. Within seconds you were alone with this woman standing in your slate-floored foyer. She took half a step closer to you, but you did not step back as you did when you played this situation over in your mind.

The breeze following her in through the front door was sweetened with the scent of her womanly way. The tight turtleneck up to her jaw was indicative of the chilly April afternoon that was quickly becoming nightfall. You looked her up and down and try as you might, you were unable to scan over her breast without pausing on her nipples. Seems she spent her afternoon without a bra and that in part led to her arriving at your doorstep. Walking around for a whole day sans undergarments made her horny. And horny brought you to mind. When you spent much time on her mind, she inevitably became turned on with a strong desire for you.

When she showed at your door, your family wrote it off to another employee who needed your help after hours. You led her into the hallway, took her coat and proceeded into the kitchen. The drink you offered was accepted, though less enthusiastically than you hoped. Any time you were with her, she let you know in no uncertain terms that you were the man she desired.

She took the beverage, swirled it around nervously until the cubes and fruit were making no noise. You grabbed her wrist to make her stop fidgeting. Her hand stopped and her eyes shifted up to yours to attempt identifying your intentions. You had all the same intentions as on previous nights. She did not mind. You were the man of her desires and all chances to share a moment with you were openly accepted. Unfortunately, reciprocation ended at a sexual level.

The passion you shared was skin deep and she was feeling it. The wetness brought on was held as a special ability very few could achieve in her. You were sexy and desirable and she could not bare to be without you for any extended period of time. The look she passed back to you invited you to make any kind of advance. A calmly caressing hand passed along her jaw and into her hair as it flowed over her neckline. Once your hand passed her ear hair filled every bit of space between your fingers. The silkiness brought your mind to the feel of her other silky areas.

Becoming more personal, you took a chance at feeling her chest and bringing your bodies closer together tunceli escort for a tight hug followed by a kiss. You pulled your head back to look at her more closely, but you left your bodies connected from the chest on down to the thighs. The heat between you kept the sensations connecting. It was a more electric experience than you two had ever shared in the past.

There was an additional something about her today. A special need or desire was spilling out through her pores. Her breath tasted so sweet, so irresistible, laced with a bit of desire. You hoped it was the desire for you. The next lip to lip contact convinced you that she was hot for you. You were all she wanted and all she desired. The reactions and sparks careening through her body were all on your account.

Within that lasting hug, she felt your cock press forward into her abdomen. With a bend of her knees, she made your crunched-up erection press against her entire torso. The very second you felt yourself fitting into the gap between her firm tits, you clasped your fingers behind her head and guided her where you wanted her. She waited for that guidance. If you didn’t ask or guide, she’d remain the conservative shy individual she was accustomed to being and you would remain just another man with a rock solid hard on and no outlet in the near future. It took you long enough to realize she only wanted to pleasure you to a level that you were comfortable.

When you pushed her mouth against your cock from the outside of your pants, she took the cue to open your pants and go on until you stopped her. First the top button, then the next and the next until she was staring at your boxers. Parting her lips, she took a nibble at your shorts and tugged at them until the elastic was hung up on the shaft of your ultimate cock. She put your cotton-covered cock into her mouth anyway and sucked until you squirmed to get free. One finger on your left hand assisted with un-catching your elastic. She was able to get your head into her mouth with little effort. That sexy cock of your was a memorable one and one she’d never match another against.

Tonight was not going to be all about your cock in her throat. It was one of her favorite things to do to you, but you had other preferences. Tonight, you were in charge. Her motivation was to make you cum in as few hand-strokes as possible. You let her suck you off for a while, but soon enough, you asked her to go to your sac. Gently sucking all of you in and out and getting more personal than every other time leading to tonight, she made her way up your belly to your chest to your shoulders to your neck, to your ears and back down before you caught her face in your hands and guided her up again.

It was your turn to slowly make your way down her chest with your lips and tongue tasting every bit of salty sweetness. The zipper front sweater she wore made access easy for you. A simple nibble of the teeth grabbed the zipper pull so you could bend and have her top open with no effort. You watched as goosebumps grew on her ticklish skin beneath your breath. Every three inches, you sucked the flavors from her skin. When you finally reached her pussy, you lingered around her belly button, fingered her and made way for your tongue. With two fingertips, you parted her lips, pursed your uşak escort lips and sucked so firm but tender on her sensitive engorged clit.

Lying on her back, she slid one knee up to the side and kept the other leg straight out to the bottom of the bed. You fit so well between them. She let you lick her until she wanted, needed, to scream. Able to feel the wetness dripping down her slit to the bed, she tried pulling you onto her to put your fat cock in her. Imagining the feel of you deep inside was more than she could bear. She wanted to really feel you there. Her begging was more than you wanted to refuse. Sliding up her extended leg, she was getting wetter feeling your cock rub along her leg. Your hands squeezing at her nipples and gripping at your cock had her attention. Her hand met yours on that long hot wood and it made her gasp. As you slid into her, your knuckles against her hot wet lips stimulated her further. Thrusting her hips in the air, she hoped to feel you between her legs sooner.

Plunging into her was intense. The connection was stronger than you could have hoped for. Your passions were pouring over. The least she could do was to share it all right back. Sucking one finger at a time from knuckle down to fingertip, one after the next, you could imagine it was your cock ten times over. The heat, the wetness, the tightening around your cock made you moan. You tried to resist making any sounds. The more you resisted, the more you wanted to. She drove you mad and finally you would accept that.

Hours later, she was still hot for you and begged that you let her make you cum one last time. There was a particular view of you in her mind that she just yearned to live out. You let her do it. You gave in to her every whim. For the rest of the afternoon, you gave yourself wholly to her and trusted in what she may have planned. She took care of you. Every part of you was babied. Even when she had your hands tied to the headboard, she vowed to treat you carefully. Not once did she mention tender or soft, but she did promise to do you right. Teasing you was simple with your hands tethered. She showed you her tongue and where she would be licking you if there was contact, but she didn’t let you feel it. Her fingernails dragged across your chest making your nipples hard but she would not pinch them as you hoped and waited for. Blowing across your skin, she continued her oral journey down your body.

You pulsed your cock in the air as she passed her mouth over you, blowing as she went. Her mouth opened and her eyes looked up along your chest to see you watching. Keeping eyes locked, she lowered her head onto your cock. There was no indicator to you that you were inside her mouth until she closed her lips on the base and sucked hard. You grunted as she moaned with a strong vibration. A few pumps into her throat and you came. Each burst of your nectar remained in her mouth…and then she swallowed for your ultimate pleasure.

She thought it was all a means of dealing with her current life and all the recurring situations that life had always held. What she really gained was an appreciation for how her ways have deteriorated her lifestyle and contributed to her utter and complete unhappiness. Your cock was the last cock she would take. It was the last of the sexual encounters she would delve into. The last swallow she enjoyed was that of your built –up passion of that night. You would be the last to witness the tip of her tongue passing along the outline of those garnet lips to gather up the final drips and tastes of that undeniably sweet cum that could be none other than yours.

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The warmth of the morning sun crept up on my face, stirring me from the dreams of last night. I had dreamt that I was falling off a building after chasing someone all the way up. It was a woman, asking me to follow her. I had reached the top of the building when all of a sudden the floor collapsed beneath me. I fell, grasping for anything but only finding air. I felt the terror course through me as I fell, the ground growing in size with each second. I saw the pavement striping by the time I woke.

The details of my dream seemed to blur as my eyes slowly opened to a new day. I could feel the cotton sheets against my bare skin, thanking myself for having the presence of mind to clean myself off after the events of the last night. My shoulders covered in goosebumps from the air conditioning. I looked out through my window at Chelsea’s apartment but saw that blinds covered her window. A tiny part of me was relieved, I had been so turned on by what I had seen last night between Chelsea and her lover but I was also saddened. I took it as a sign to move forward in a new direction but I felt haunted by my dream still.

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Following a quick breakfast I decided to go for a run in one of the nearby parks and was taken aback by how beautiful the running trails turned out to be. The run was also nice distraction, helping me tune out everything that had happened over the past few days. By the time I was at five miles my brain was losing energy to think about anything and my body just focused on getting to the end. Well that was until I rounded the corner near the end of my run and saw Alice out for a run approaching me.

I had only seen her in some sweatpants and a tee shirt the other day, but now she was wearing a pair of running shorts and a sports bra only. Her appearance the other day had not suggested how..perfect she was. Her legs were toned from years of running, her stomach toned told me she most likely would finish this run with an hour of core workouts, and her breasts seemed strained to burst out of her bra. My brain was not focused on my run anymore and because of that I missed the raised lip of some concrete section of the trail, almost wiping out face first.

“Hey James,” She panted out as she slowed her pace and walked towards me, “You almost gave me my second best laugh of the week.” A small smile had taken over her face. I had recovered from my stumble and began walking closer. I could see the sweat on her brow, her chest pulsing with her breathing. Her skin tanned by what must have been her many routine runs.

“I’m trying my hardest to keep you entertained. It’s also surprisingly hot out for this early in the day.” I pulled my shirt up to wipe down my own sweaty face.

“Did you just finish your half mile of running?”

“Haha, five miles thank you very much!” Alice was a little harsh but I felt like there was something beneath the surface. I always appreciated people who weren’t afraid to put in a few jabs having grown up in a large family of winner takes all.

“That sounds decent enough. You know, my friend Danielle thought you were cute but I told her I didn’t see it.”

“Well Danielle sounds very smart.” I also thought Danielle was very cute myself, her nerdiness spoke to a deeper part of me, and I wanted to get to know more about her.

“You seem interesting enough James. What’s your story, why did you move up here? Why do you think you’re up here?..Sorry. I like to ask a lot of questions.” I felt like our chance encounter had turned into a therapy session for a bit, just with less clothes.

“I..hmm…I know…umm…” I was still catching up with my breathing. “You’re a therapist right?” My heart was still beating heavily from my run and it was not slowing down in front of Alice and her imposing demeanor or body.

“I have a PhD in Psychology. Graduated two years ago and have been in practice ever since. Danielle is a Biomedical Engineer, we met in grad school during an inter-school research project. You do seem like a good guy James, I can see why other women might think you’re cute. I want to know more about you. Swing by 320 tonight.”

“Oh, umm ok then!”

Alice half smiled at me and then took off. I turned to watch her run off, her blond pony tail swinging from side to side, her ass grabbing my attention until she disappeared from sight. “What a strange strange woman..”

___

I had put on a short sleeve button up shirt and some jeans. I wasn’t sure if I was going over for a social occasion or a therapy session. Either way I thought it was safe to grab a bottle of wine, the cure for all of my awkward situations. Before I left my apartment I pulled out my phone to see if I had any new text messages from Chelsea, I hadn’t seen anything since the other day. I didn’t feel certain in sending anything but figured I should at least acknowledge my most recent snooping session, or should I?

“Have fun on business out of town, I’ll have a nice chianti and some fava beans ready for you rize escort when you get back.” I walked over to the window to see if there was a light on in her apartment. Nothing. With how different Chelsea was and with what she had ‘shown’ me, I had a feeling that she was out of my league. No sense in getting my hopes up for nothing.

I turned back from the window, grabbed the bottle of wine, took one last look in the mirror and then headed out the door. It felt silly getting dressed up to not even leave my apartment building, but I was excited to be sort of ‘going out’ and I was happy to talk to someone for more than a short encounter length of time. Alice had never given me a time to show up or a phone number so I was proceeding purely on my gut instinct. Reaching her door I prepared myself mentally for the unknown.

I rapped my knuckles on the wooden door for Apartment 320. The sound of footsteps rapidly followed the sound of my knocking. The locking mechanism of the door clicked and clunked before the door swung in before me. A wave of air filled with the smell of some sweet baked goods hit me before Alice appeared before me. Wearing a baseball shirt and skin tight leggings her blond hair down, hanging at her shoulders. She was wearing frameless glasses, looking incredibly intelligent and sexy.

“You brought wine, good.”

I hesitated a step in. “I wasn’t sure if it was as a peace offering or as payment for a counseling session.”

“You are smart James, come in.”

I stepped in through the doorway.

“Shoes off please.”

“Oh yes!” kicking my shoes off I headed for the kitchen island. “Do you have a bottle opener, I forgot to bring that along.”

“Smart but ill prepared. Of course I do. I see you brought a good Malbec, I approve.” She joined me at the island, grabbing the bottle to inspect the label.

“Your apartment has a similar layout to mine, but I see you have it designed well, mine is fairly bare bones, I just brought the essentials along during my move.” I took the bottle opener that Alice had grabbed for me and opened the bottle as she grabbed two glasses for use. I wasted no time pouring out two healthy sized glasses for us both.

“My mother was gracious enough to help me outfit my apartment, student loan debt doesn’t leave me with much extra disposable income right now.”

“Cheers to family support and to this awesome apartment then.” We clinked our glasses together and took a drink.

We were almost done with a second bottle of wine two hours later. Alice had grilled me on my entire life backstory. Where I had grown up, the challenges that I had faced in life, what I feared most in life, what my dreams were, and my romantic entanglements. I felt that the romantic aspect had been saved up for well into the wine supply.

“When was the last time you had sex?” Alice asked.

I was taken aback but emboldened by the wine. “Oh, hmmm, well, I probably would have lied to you one bottle ago, but it has been well over a year, it was with my last girlfriend.”

“If it makes you feel better, that’s not a long period of time James, most people aren’t out and about copulating on a regular basis, I mean the last time I had sex was over six months ago with my ex-boyfriend…or boyfriend.” I didn’t know how to understand that last bit of knowledge, as she still romantically involved?

“Was it any good?” I don’t know where the courage to say that had come from. Oh yeah, probably the wine..She looked intently at me before responding.

“It was good but he couldn’t make me cum. I had to get myself off after he passed out on me.” She sighed, “It was going pretty well until I rode him and he came too fast.”

The wine had brought me down to a mellow state but this new bit of information from Alice had me wide awake. The words had come off her tongue like she was reading the abstract of an academic paper.

“Why couldn’t he make you cum?”

“Not enough stimulation of the clitoris. I pointed it out to him many times. No results.”

“It’s not like it’s hard to find!” I put on a look of amazement. “I feel like I have never had a problem finding it.” Alice shifted her body a bit, relaxing more but also on the edge of something.

“So you believe you could make me cum? Sounds like some hyper masculine boasting.”

“I damn well guarantee it.” We were both visibly turned on, I could feel my face growing flush. “But it sounds like you might still have something with this guy, so there is no way of testing out my assertion.”

Alice seemed to be growing more bold. “I haven’t seen him since that disappointing episode, it was long distance and draining. He is finishing up a fellowship out West, part of me thinks that there is still something there but it could help me to..move on. On top of that I haven’t felt any physical touch in so long.” Her demeanor had begun to shift from one that had been studying me like an experiment to one that thought of me sakarya escort as a curiosity, something to be played with.

“I want to feel hands on me again. I want to be able to show off this body that I have worked so hard on. I also don’t want to just fling myself into another man’s arms, I do want to maintain some sense of faithfulness?” She sighed, reaching for her glass of wine. I don’t know if it was bravery, stupidity or the wine.

“What if there was a way that you could be admired without being unfaithful?”

Alice looked at me quizzically, “How do you think that can be achieved??”

“Well, we could just get naked? I think I am very capable of doing some admiring. I like to think that I’m in fairly decent shape too.” The next few moments passed but not a breath was taken. We were both waiting for the other to say something. I stumbled into my next line, “I know it’s a reach but it’s just a more personal version of just looking at porn. I mean if there’s no emotions involved, then it’s just a purely physical display.”

I was risking it with every single line. This could go South at any point. But something told me that we both wanted this. I would not have been surprised if she had told me off right then and there, but I felt like I had grown lucky in my move to this city.

“Come with me.” She could have told me to bark like a dog, I was enraptured. I followed her as she walked into the bedroom but came to a stop near the bed. She went over to the window and closed the blinds. My heart was racing now, unsure of where this night was going to end. Pulling the last set of blinds closed she turned towards me.

“Let’s get this clear, we are not going to have sex.”

“Completely understand.” I started pulling my shirt off. It wasn’t until I had almost unbuttoned the last of my shirt that Alice took her glasses off and reached to pull her shirt off above her head. God I had seen her toned stomach earlier but now I could see more of her breasts. She had a pink bra on, her cleavage attracting my eyes. I could see that her eyes were on my body too. Thankfully I had finished my run with a trip to the apartment gym. I noticed a slight smile appear on her face.

“Not bad James.”

“.Nn..Not bad yourself..” I was trying to hold back my desire to flat out gawk at her body.

I started to unbuckle my belt and had gotten to my zipper when Alice grabbed her leggings and began to peel them off. Her bare legs rapidly appearing before me. My cock was completely hard, barely hidden by my pineapple print boxers that became visible once I pushed my own pants down. Stepping out of my pants I only had one piece of clothing on now, Alice only in her bra and panties. We were both at the point of no return, we looked at each other, realizing what was about to happen.

After a short pause I let out a deep breath, ‘fuck it’. I grabbed my boxers by the waist band and shoved them down my legs. My cock initially being tugged down by the waist band, it snapped back up to full attention. I kicked my boxers away and stood in front of Alice completely naked. She stared at my cock. I stared at her admiring my body. It felt incredible to be wanted. I saw her reach her hands behind her back to unclasp and let her bra fall off.

Her breasts were incredible. Tan lines appeared from some previous trip to the water. Her nipples stood out from beautiful pink areola. I wanted to feel them and suck on them. I barely noticed as she slipped her own panties off, glancing down from her breasts to see her cleanly shaven pussy. I felt like my dick had grown even harder but I wasn’t sure what was next.

“Very nice James. Very nice…how big is it?”

“Hmm, not really sure”

“You don’t know how long your dick is? That’s a lie. Every man is obsessed with measuring his own dick.”

“I swear! I don’t keep a ruler on me at all times!”

“I’ve got one.”

“I’m not going to stop you if you want to measure me.” I was in disbelief. I felt like I had found a loophole to this no-touching agreement. Alice walked over to her desk. Her breasts shaking with her movement and her walk offering me a chance to see her ass. It was beautiful. So strong and firm looking. “You look incredible by the way.”

She paused while looking through her desk drawer for the ruler to look back, “Thanks.” Her eyes looking me up and down again. She looked back at her desk, “Got it.” She took two steps over to me. I could see every detail of her now. How blue her eyes were, the muscle definition in her body. I could smell her, I could feel her body heat radiating out towards me. She wasted no time getting on her knees and pulling the ruler up to eyeball a length.

“I think you have to get a lot closer to get a good measurement.”

She looked up at me, I was rock hard, she was shuffling closer to my cock, her head now mouth level with it. I could feel her breath now on me and I wanted her to drop the charade, to take samsun escort in every inch of me.

She tried to awkwardly place the ruler right up along side my cock but kept accidentally touching my dick with her fingers. She kept fumbling for a bit, I could have cared less, until I heard her mumble something incoherent. “For the purpose of this..exercise. I think I have to violate the no touch agreement.” All of a sudden she reached up with her right hand and grabbed my cock at the base. Lightening coursed through my body. She could feel me fully now. She used the other hand to line the ruler up against my cock. Her eyes looked up at me.

“7.25 inches” She let the ruler down but kept her hand on my cock.

“It might be longer if I’m even harder.” You could have heard my heart pumping from a mile away.

“Let’s find out..For science..” She smiled and her hand that was wrapped around my cock moved up the length of it slowly but firmly. I was in heaven. I was looking down at her, I could see her breasts beneath me, her nipples hard. Her chest moving with her deep breathing that did not match her steadied gaze at my cock. Her hand began to move a bit faster. I could feel her hands, they were clammy with excitement. She wanted this badly. Her firm tugging was driving me wild but I felt brave enough to push it just a bit further.

“I think with just a little bit of lube or spit we can get a really accurate measurement.”

Looking up at me, “Is that so?” She looked back at my cock, moving her mouth closer to the tip I could feel her breath right on the tip. I pushed my hips forward slightly and felt her mouth graze my tip. “Uhh uh uh, you are pressing your luck James..” She looked at me with a playfully evil smile. She took her hand off my dick and brought it to her mouth, licking her fingers sensually she returned her wetted hand to my cock to wrap her fingers around again. Starting to pump my dick again. God I was so close and felt so good, she knew exactly what she was doing.

She applied the perfect amount of pressure and speed to my cock, hungry for more. Without missing a beat she reached and grabbed the ruler again. “7.5 inches. Not bad at all James.” She smiled and let go of my dick. I held out my hand to help her off my knees, sad that this was seemingly over. I kept looking up and down her body, so perfect in so many ways.

“I wish I hadn’t agreed to limit the touching.” I could not hide my lust.

“There might be one more thing we can do that is within limits. Something I’m comfortable with.” Hope filled me again as Alice got onto the bed and laid down facing me, her head propped up on a pillow. She motioned me towards her. I got onto the bed, crawling up to her, between her legs, now spread wide for me to see all of her. I ended my crawl standing up on my knees. My legs pressed against hers, sharing a warmth, my cock positioned above her pussy and her flat stomach. I looked down at her body and then into her eyes.

“God I want to fuck you.”

“Rules are rules, and I still technically have a boyfriend” Her face betrayed her words. I reached a hand down and started to play with my cock as she reached her hands down to play with herself. “Cum with me instead..”

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

I could see her begin to rub her fingers in a circular motion on her clit. I wasn’t inside of her but my hips were thrusting forward as if I was. She eyed me with a remarkable intensity. Her hands moving faster, my own hands pumping my dick harder. She began raising her hips up and down, trying to mimic my thrusting. With each thrust of mine she would raise up, raising her pussy up to the same level as my cock, each time seemingly coming closer. I pulled back my hips and then pumped forward, once again Alice matched me but this time the tip of my cock touched her wet labia. It felt incredible..and then I pulled back only to come thrusting back even further. This time feeling not just coming in contact, but the tip of my cock parting her labia, feeling her warmth.

I pulled back again with my hips and this time thrust even further, my cock coming up against her pussy and my head going all the way in..Alice looked at me and we paused for a half second before I pulled out with my hips, she lowered hers, her hand still rubbing away at her clit, my hand still pumping my cock up and down, ready to cum. I thrust back towards Alice and her towards me..I looked down and saw my cock not just stop at the head but several inches of me thrusted right into her pussy. Half of my cock was inside of Alice, whose mouth was now wide open.

Her eyes peering deep into me. I let go of my cock and she stopped moving. Oh goddd, how warm and wet she was. I pushed in more, another inch, Alice did not protest. I set my hands down on both sides of her to support myself and then shifted my hips in even further, feeling my cock slide deeper and deeper into her pussy. I didn’t want it to end but I felt my body come to a rest pressed against her hips. I was completely inside of Alice now. Her eyes locked on mine, I felt her thighs begin to squeeze against my hips as my knees inched back so I was more level with her, my stomach almost pressed against hers, my chest now just inches from her breasts, our lips and eyes even closer than before.

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Her legs and stomach twitched a few more times in the final throes of her dildo-induced orgasm as she lay on the small blanket at the end of the trail. Then her body relaxed, and she smiled softly as she drifted for a few moments in a post-orgasm haze, tickled by the warm breeze.

He slowly scanned the camera up and down her body a few times as she lay there, lingering over his favorite spots, her nipples, the stretch-marked texture of her tight stomach, the lushness of her pussy lips, particularly with the thick black dildo hanging out of them, on down the length of her well-toned legs and evenly shaped toes. He turned off the camera and just watched her lie there. He was looking at her face when she opened her eyes, and they smiled at each other. After a moment, she lifted the dildo from between her legs and started looking around the blanket.

“Here,” he said, reaching for the bag that was slightly out of her reach. Then he offered his hand to help her sit up. She put the dildo and the vibrator back in the bag, while he went over and picked up the thong she had tossed aside. Once she had put that back on and pulled her halter top back onto her shoulders, he helped her up.

“I’ll film you part of the way back to the van,” he said as he folded up her blanket and stuck it and the bag into his backpack. Then he followed her down the path. About halfway back to the van, he turned the camera back on and filmed her fat little ass twitching along, always one of his favorite shots.

When they got to the van, she turned sideways and gave the camera a thumbs-up. He got the final shot, turned off the camera, and put it into the trunk. Meanwhile, she opened the rear door and started to reach for her clothes. Just as she did so, though, he came up behind her and reached his arms under hers and wrapped himself around her.

His hands engulfed her tiny tits, one of them sliding up under the halter top and squeezing the bare handful and stiff nipple. She gasped as he bent down and kissed the side of her neck. He nibbled his way up her neck until he reached her ear lobe and sucked on it. His other hand had slid down and was pushing her thong off her ass.

“Somebody might come,” she gasped as his fingers brushed her pussy lips, already damp and swollen from the dildo during her video.

“Mmmm, I hope so,” he mumbled in her ear, which he was rolling between his lips.

She felt his cock pressing against her from inside his shorts. Even as she made the video, she saw that he had gone commando and every now and then, his cock surged in response to her actions. She reached back and slid her hands under the waistband of his shorts, just as he pushed her thong all the way down.

Soon they were both bottomless, and he bent her over the back seat and guided his firm, thick cock into her throbbing wet pussy. She moaned as his girth entered into her, filling her cunt with his own pulsing desire. He loved to watch her thick pussy lips grip his cock as he slid in and out of her, both of them moaning and gasping in their excitement.

He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it away, then did the same with her halter top. Both of them naked, he suddenly pulled out of her, flipped her over on the back seat, and slid his rock-hard cock back into her. She yelled out in response, then, without skipping a beat, he bent down, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her up and out of the car, stepping away with her riding on his cock, wrapping her arms and legs around him. “Fuck me,” she yelled, “Just fuck me, you magnificent beast.”

If anybody else had been in the parking area, they would have heard her, but they were alone. He took a few steps to a soft, grassy area and knelt down so that he could lie on his back and let her get on top. “Come on, bitch, ride me while I fuck your brains out.”

She loved being on top, and he loved squeezing her tiny tits and tight stomach as she rode him hard. They were both lost in their own little world, fucking and gasping and completely oblivious to their surroundings.

He fucked up into her as she rode down his cock, and she squeezed her cunt around him as she rode up. He was urfa escort growling as the intensity of sensations rose throughout his body, and her gasps turned to moans, getting louder and more guttural, as their mutual thrusting got harder and more rhythmic.

She felt him quivering and tightening his thrusts into her, and she lay down onto him and squeezed her cunt even harder around his cock, its throbbing building inside her. Then his hips lifted up, pushing his cock the last few centimeters into her sopping wet cunt. He grabbed her ass cheeks in each hand, and suddenly began erupting and thrusting into her, the waves of cum hitting her cunt wall with unexpected force.

She yelled in response. It was so often like this when he fucked her after filming a scene for her fans. They were both so turned on, even after she had cum, sometimes more than once, and their hunger for each other was heightened. She buried her face in his neck as she came in response to his orgasm, sucking hard on his collarbone.

Her cunt twitched against his cock as his thrusts subsided, and they soon were left as a weak sweaty mess, lying together, clutching each other, their sweat mingling, their bodies merging into that delightful post-orgasmic haze, where they drifted in a cloud without time.

She may have heard tires crunching on the gravel across the way, but at this point she did not care. She was where she most loved to be, with her man’s cock still inside her as it slowly softened. She felt his cum, mingled with her juices, seeping out of her cunt onto his cock and legs, and even hers.

Slowly, she came back to consciousness and became aware of the combination of sun and breeze on her body. She heard traffic in the distance, but nothing in the area where they were parked.

She straightened one leg, then the other, and slid her body to one side of his. He wrapped his arm around her back to hold her close. After lying together for a few minutes, he began running his hand along her back.

“This was the same guy, right, who sent the window strip dare,” he asked quietly, “and that series of submissive training scenarios?”

“Mmmm,” she nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Does he know what his ideas do to us? What he sets off?”

She giggled. “He once asked me if you fucked my brains out after filming me in any of these videos. I said yes.”

He kept stroking her back and enjoying the feel of her nakedness resting on his own. After a few minutes, he asked, “You really like him, don’t you? He’s special.”

She reached one arm across his chest and leaned closer to him. “He knows how to push my buttons, and yes, I like his ideas and what he does to me.”

They lay there in silence for a few more minutes. He was aware that he had just tested the boundaries that had kept their relationship so strong. He loved to support her dares and exhibitionism and often recorded and photographed some of the scenarios that fans paid for. Of course, he had the extra bonus of sometimes following those sessions with some of the most intense sex they had ever had in their marriage.

He also loved helping her explore some of the new avenues that came to mind, such as serving as her dom when she wanted to experiment with being a submissive. What held all of this together, he realized, was the trust they had in each other and their respect for each other’s boundaries. So often he wanted to know what she was doing when she was on her own and chatting with her fans, yet he knew that too much intrusion would throw off the delicate balance. For her part, she knew that it was important to let him into her private world from time to time, so they could share the joys and the mysteries.

She nibbled at his neck a bit more, then said, “We should probably get going soon. It’ll be time to let the babysitter go home.”

As she shifted to start to sit up, he said, “Clean my cock.” She smiled and slid down his body, kissing the sweaty, cool skin, till she got to his cock, still wet from their combined fluids. She took the softening mass into her mouth and licked and sucked it clean, including a few dried sivas escort flecks of cum. Once she had cleaned his shaft, she moved to the skin around the base and, of course, his succulent balls and the baggy skin around them.

As she did so, she heard some tires crunching on the gravel in the distance. She started to get up, and he put his hand on her head. “It’s all right, they’re over on the far side. You stay here, and I’ll get some clothes on.” She rolled over to let him up and stay curled up on the ground as he picked up his shorts and t-shirt. She watched him pick up her clothes as well, but he tossed them into the car before coming back to her. “You’re going to ride home like this,” he said, his voice assuming the authority of her dom. “It’s my turn to play, my little bitch. I’ll put a towel on the seat so you don’t leak onto the upholstery. Get up. Like you said, it’s time to get going.”

Her eyes grew wide and she grew pale at his instructions. Once she had started playing as a submissive, he had developed a different tone as her dom, and she knew there was no point in arguing. She obediently rolled over and stood up with one arm across her tits and the other reaching down to cover her pussy. “Arms to your side,” he barked, surely loud enough for the people at the other car to hear. “Go on, walk to the car.” Trembling with both the fear and excitement of being discovered, she walked to the car. Fortunately, the people in the other vehicle were far away and seemed to be concentrating on getting stuff out of their own car.

When she got to the car door, he made her wait, totally exposed, for him to open the door before she could get in. “Put your feet on the dashboard and keep your arms by your side,” he told her as she attached her seatbelt. When she was settled, he kissed her long and lovingly, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth. He squeezed each little tit in turn, rolling each nipple, then slid his hand down to her pussy. After playing with her thick pussy lips, he slid two fingers inside here, arousing her yet again and getting her loose and wet. When he was satisfied, he pulled an egg-shaped vibrator out of his pocket and slid it into her wet cavity. He then pulled out the remote control and tested it a few times, making her jump and gasp.

When he got into the driver’s seat, he stuck their GoPro onto the dashboard, aimed right at the middle of her legs. Her breathing became very shallow as she realized that she was on complete view. “I figure you can use some of this for your site,È he said with a smile, “another driving dare you were challenged to do.”

He chuckled as he handed her the sunglasses she usually wore. “Here, put these on. We can preserve your anonymity, even when you’re totally naked, on the road and on camera.’ He started the engine. “There shouldn’t be much traffic. And your braids will shield your nipples.”

“They won’t stay on,” she said somewhat hysterically. “Will I be able to get dressed before we get home?”

“Your clothes are there on the floor, and you can dress when we’re a block away.”

As they drove past the other car on their way out of the parking lot, he opened his window, slowed down, and waved to them. “Have a good walk,” he called out. Then he pushed the remote to the vibrator, and she gasped and twisted, no doubt drawing attention to herself as they passed.

Out on the road, there was not much traffic. Every time they did pass somebody, though, he set off the vibrator and got her twitching. He also lowered her window, so that she could be more easily seen and heard when he caught her by surprise.

“We’re getting close, can I get dressed now?” A note of panic crept into her voice when they were a couple blocks away from home. He was silent for a while until she asked again. “Sure, go ahead,” he said. As she bent down to get the clothes off the floor, he held the button of the remote down, unleashing a continuous vibration that set her twitching and moaning as they got closer and closer to the house. It made it harder for her to pull on the shorts and then the shirt, and she was still twitching and moaning when he pulled into the tekirdağ escort driveway and released the button.

The children were in the front yard with the babysitter, who had the youngest in a stroller. The other two waited till the car was stopped, and she had opened the door. Then they ran forward, yelling, “Mommy! Daddy!” Her pussy was still throbbing as she knelt down and gave them both a hug. As they ran to their father, he had a big smile on his face, intended for them, she was sure, but also satisfied at what he had put her through.

After dinner and getting the kids to bed, she spent a couple hours editing videos and photos, and sending two completed assignments off to the requesting fans. Around ten o’clock, she went out to the living room and joined her husband on the couch, where they enjoyed the weight and comfort of each other’s body. He slid his arm through hers. “Were you editing today’s video?”

She snuggled next to him. “I had a few other things to get out, so I may not get to that for a day or two.”

They sat there for another hour, talking, watching TV, and just sitting quietly in the warmth of each other’s company. Around eleven, they moved into the bedroom and got ready for bed. From early on in their marriage, he knew that she was more of a night owl than he was and often stayed awake longer. Yet every night, they got in bed together and held each other, sometimes made love, until he fell asleep.

This night, he was lying on the bed, spread-eagled naked, when she came out of the bathroom. She smiled and lay down next to him, rubbing her hand gently over his firm, fuzzy chest and smooth stomach. He put his arm on her shoulder, stroking the smooth skin. She leaned down and kissed him deeply and longingly. Her hand reached down to his semi-hard cock and began rolling it in her hand, slowly encouraging him to hardness.

He reached up and began running his hands over her small tits, then down to caress the texture of her stomach, and finally sliding into her panties to stroke her pussy lips. Their kisses probed more deeply into each other, increasing their arousal as they pressed closer and closer. He began rolling onto her as he slid her panties off of her fat little ass and positioned himself between her legs. She kept his now hard cock aimed at her thick, wet pussy lips and guided him straight into her cunt opening, where he slid in with no resistance. He centered himself over her, and she lifted her legs to give him deeper access. In practiced rhythm, they moved slowly and lovingly with each other, not the pounding fucking they had had in the park, but a slow, generous connection that spread gentle arousal through their entire beings.

She locked her legs around him as his pace quickened and she felt him building up toward cumming. She held him tight as he thrust deeply into her and filled her cunt with his cum. She felt waves of passion spread over her as he emptied himself into her and slowly let his weight rest on her as he finished twitching with a last few spurts. She let herself drift into a quiet sleep as she heard his breathing turn more rhythmic as he fell asleep, his softening cock slowly easing out of her wet cunt.

When she awoke some time later, he had rolled onto his side. She lightly touched his shoulder, outlined in the moonlight, and gave him a gentle kiss. She lay back, fully awake, as she so often was at this time of night. Even though she would soon get up and head into the other room, where she would chat with fans and maybe edit and even film some more videos, she relished these moments with this man who loved her so fiercely and supported her so strongly in these erotic endeavors, even without knowing all about them. There were times when she was on the verge of letting him more deeply into her secrets, yet she knew that could throw off this beautiful balance they had built over the years.

Finally, she realized she was getting restless. She retrieved her panties from under the bed and pulled them back on, then quietly got out and picked up her phone. It looked like a couple fans had sent messages, and she looked forward to chatting with them. As she quietly closed the bedroom door behind her, though, she hoped that daddy might show up later, with his teasing and tormenting and threats of full exposure on the web. Even after a day of so much fucking, she would love to have him lead her to one of her leg-shaking orgasms that would truly seal the day.

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The rain fell down as soon as we went inside. There we were. The two of us, alone. The light was fading into evening and the temperature had dropped rapidly enough to make it uncomfortable.

After our day in the blazing sun, it seemed strange, to now, be almost forcibly contained in the little beach shack that had been my home all through the summer.

“Would you like me to light the fire?” I asked hesitantly, afraid to break the moment with speech. The days were hot, but at this time of year, the nights could be bitterly cold.

“Yeah. I suppose you’d better. It’s getting cold and it doesn’t look like we’ll be going anywhere else in a hurry! Would you like me to get something to eat, while you do that?” she said, moving toward the tiny area of “the hut” that served as a kitchen.

“There’s not much there I’m afraid. Writers living by themselves don’t tend to keep a lot of food in the larder. We either don’t eat or tend to spend a lot of time eating snack and takeaways whenever we are in town.” Not strictly true. I did spend a lot of time fishing and foraging for seafood, at my slice of Paradise

She opened the pantry door. Glancing briefly at the selection of packaged and tinned “dinner for one’s”, she smiled and laughed “ You’re right, there isn’t a lot here, but I bet I can cook a gourmet meal fit for a king, with what is here. God knows, you look like you could use one!” And then she winked.

The moment was gone, for now at least. What did she mean, “God knows, I could use one”? Did I look that skinny & undernourished after my “self exiled” summer? I had had no reason to keep up appearances out here. I had come seeking solitude. I had deliberately sought the most inaccessible property in the Moray Cove area. 120 kilometres from the nearest town, down unnamed tracks through the lush tropical jungle typical of this part of northern Queensland.

You had to try hard to get here, and that was what I had wanted. I didn’t want people “just dropping by”. After the pain of my divorce, and Jenny getting custody of Alison and David, all I had wanted to do, was immerse myself wholly and solely in my writing. No interruptions. No friends. No contact with anyone unless I chose to.

I wasn’t the only “hermit” living in this area though! The crusty old estate agent had said, “there we’re heaps of people living like me”. He didn’t care what they did, as long as they paid the rent, didn’t start fires and kept the place tidy. Since I had paid the rent 6 months in advance, I hadn’t seen him since that day. Old goat!

About once a fortnight, I made the trek into Salisbury to re-supply. This was the only contact I had with the outside world. The petrol station, the supermarket and the Post office to pay some bills, collect my mail and phone the kids. That was it. I came and I went. I chose my contacts. That was until today.

Where had this woman really come from? Why was she here? Where was she going to?

I grabbed the basket for the firewood. “Thanks. I won’t be long,” I said.

“No problem. I’ll be here,” she said, smiling. She was still staring at me as I headed for the door.

What was it, with this woman? She was always goddamn smiling and laughing. Beautiful as she was, she was getting to me.

She’d appeared this morning. I was walking down to the beach for a swim, when I saw her. She was coming out of the water, after a swim. She was nude! And she was the most gorgeous woman I had seen, ever! Let alone, on a beach in the middle of nowhere. Tall, long blonde flowing hair, perfect breasts perfect legs and thighs, in fact, perfect everything.

How did she get here? I had seen no vehicle! The single lane track to my shack was hard going and definitely four wheel drive only, forged through the thick jungle, by the single blade of a dozer many years ago. There was no vehicle access along the beach. My nearest neighbours (whom I hadn’t met), were some 50 kilometres up and down the beach respectively. The problem with that, was that thick mangrove swamps and crocodiles put paid to any possible contact from either direction.

Which left …. the ocean. I quickly scoured the beach, and saw no sign of any boat, except mine.

Seeing me, she picked up her towel and dried herself as she walked toward me. She said, “ Hi, I’m Karen! I hope you don’t mind if I swim on your beach?” and smiled. Just smiled, the first of many that day.

“No, of course not.” I stammered, in shocked surprise “It’s a free country and no one owns the beaches. But, how the hell did you get here? It’s a long way to come for a swim and it’s definitely not like you took a wrong turn on the way to Bondi!” I was carrying my gear for the day. My beach chair, umbrella, towel and laptop computer.

She gestured to the ocean and replied, “My fiancee, well, now ex fiancee, dropped me off this here, early this morning and told me to find my own way back to civilisation.” I noticed the slight lilt of an accent when she spoke, but I couldn’t place where from. It sounded, well, it sounded perfect. Crisp, clear, mersin escort concise. Not Australian nor pommy, not American or Canadian. Strange!

“We’d been having an argument all night, I told him I had had enough, and I wanted to go home. The fucking bastard said he wouldn’t take me back, but he would drop me off on shore! I told the prick I wouldn’t spend another minute with him. So, at first light, we lowered the rubber ducky and weaved our way through the reef, until we saw the roof of your hut and this beach ”.

She seemed close to tears, but was determined not to break down. It sounded believable.

“He didn’t even stay long enough to find out if there was anyone here, the bastard.”

Putting my gear down on the sand, I noted, ” Well, he couldn’t have found a more remote spot for you to start back to civilisation from. We are at least 50 kilometres from anything or anyone, except me, so I have to agree with you, he is a fucking bastard.”

I was annoyed at the situation between Karen and her boyfriend. But I was more annoyed at the fact that I, was now expected to act the white Knight and rescue this damsel in distress from peril. Why me?

“I suppose I’ll have to take you back to Salisbury, so you can “get back to civilisation”, won’t I!” I said, with a touch of resigned sarcasm. I started to pick up my gear. “C’mon let’s go. I don’t suppose your boyfriend thought to contact anyone to let them know you we’re coming ashore, did he?”

Surprisingly, she laughed. What was so funny? This was a serious situation. Here she was a young girl, stranded, by herself, in the wilds of far north Queensland. If I hadn’t have been here, this girl could die. She looked too much of a city girl to survive on her own, much less trek to civilisation. Nothing was funny!

“ No. He didn’t contact anyone, but I’m a big girl and I can look after myself thank you very much”, her eyes flared as she spoke with conviction. The accent, if that’s what it was, was definitely more pronounced after this outburst, but where was it from? “I could stay here, cook and clean for you and if and when you decide to go into this Salisbury, I’d go with you then,” her tone changed abruptly, seductively, “unless of course, you would like me to stay and keep you company”.

“You don’t know anything about me. I could be a serial rapist or murderer hiding out from the cops. Christ, you don’t even know my name yet. How could you be so stupid?” I was getting angry.

She glared at me, defiantly. “True. I don’t know your name, because you haven’t told me, yet.” Well that much was true. “ And two other things, firstly, I am more than capable of handling myself against anyone or thing. Don’t ask how or why, just believe me” about that, she sounded quite certain. “Secondly, I do know, that you’re decent enough to offer to drive me into town, probably to the police station and you did care that someone should know that I have come ashore, even if that bastard of a fiancee of mine didn’t. A serial rapist or murderer on the run from the cops wouldn’t give a toss about those things, and he most certainly would not be discussing it on the beach, while we are both nude, Mr. “ she paused, smiled and laughed “what is your name?” Despite the speed with which she spoke, she was calm throughout.

Now it was my turn to smile, it wasn’t from embarrassment. I simply hadn’t even considered the fact that I was nude as well. Being out here, I never gave a thought to putting clothes on, except when the sandflies were biting. Clothes were superfluous on my beach.

“Sure enough you’re right. Let’s start again, properly this time. My name is Brian Manning, and if you want to stay you are most welcome, for as long as you like.” I gestured toward “the hut” in welcome “Mi casa su casa!”

“Thank you.” Again, that smile. ”My name is Karen McCaullay from Collaroy, Sydney, although more recently off the cruising yacht ‘L’il Sister’. My fiancee and I we’re on the first leg of our trip to America. Huh.” She laughed. “We didn’t make it very far eh. Not even to the northern tip of the Great Barrier”

“Well, Karen McCaullay, late of the cruising yacht ‘L’il Sister’ are you hungry? Would you like some breakfast?” I didn’t know what we’d have, but I had to make the offer.

This girl with the strange accent and very little, if any attire was a mystery, and I was now determined to solve it, even if it took a long time. Maybe I could have some fun in the process. A gorgeous young girl being around couldn’t be all that bad after all.

She turned back toward the shoreline and carefully started to lay her towel flat on the sand, “No thanks. I’m not hungry. It’s such a beautiful day, I’m happy just to lay here and soak up some rays and swim when the mood takes me,” she started to lay down on the towel, “if it’s no bother to you that is?”

She lay on her back, hiding nothing. In this position I could clearly see her blonde tuft of neatly trimmed pubic hair. It did little to hide her perfectly shaped labia muğla escort or the tiny bud of her clitoris hiding within. Her breasts and blonde hair were glistening in the sunlight with droplets of water from her recent swim.

She had lain in this position deliberately, perhaps to allow me to observe her more carefully. She knew I was watching her, evaluating her. Her body was perfectly formed and well maintained. Maybe too perfect, just like the rest of her.

Coming out of my reverie, I looked down the beach at her small suitcase. I realised she was either travelling to America very light, or had had little time to pack her gear before she left her boyfriends’ yacht. “ No bother at all, do what you like. I won’t stop you.” Gesturing toward the case I said, “What about your gear? Wouldn’t you like to take your gear up to the hut before you settle down?”

“No. There’s no rush. I’ll wait till you go up.” She twisted around, pointed toward my laptop saying, “You came down here to do something, so don’t let me stop you. I certainly don’t want to be a burden on my first day”

I didn’t think I’d get much writing done, with a beautiful naked woman swimming and lying on the sand in front of me. “No burden, no problem,” I started to put up my umbrella and beach chair.

“Well. I’ll go for a swim, and get these muscles moving. See you when I get back.” I grabbed my mask and flippers and headed toward the crystal clear water that made up my beach.

This is paradise. Swimming usually isn’t a problem here. Except for a few small reef sharks that slip through, the Great Barrier Reef generally protects the coastline from the predators. Of course, there was always the threat of the saltwater crocs. Even though I hadn’t seen any, they could, if they wanted, come here. Strictly speaking, this was their area, but they’re very territorial and prefer to stay in the murky waters of mangroves and rivermouths. There is always the risk of stepping on a stonefish or a stingray or something like that. If you’re going to enjoy paradise, you can’t worry all the time.

The biggest problem is the bloody sandflies, especially at sunset. The estate agent had warned me, right from the outset, that people had disappeared, without a trace. Generally, they were people like me, who were alone for long periods of time.

However, if I were to hazard a guess about what happened to them, I wouldn’t blame crocodiles, sharks or any form of misadventure, I’d say they simply got fed up with the sandfly bites and headed back to civilisation, never to be seen here again. If that were true, however I’d have to say it was a damn shame.

This place could rope you in, till you became part of it. You loved it. Unless you had a valid reason, you couldn’t leave. It’s easy to see why people come up here and go troppo. The weather is always ‘beautiful one day, perfect the next’. There is the occasional evening thunderstorm, these come up in no time, blow for a couple of hours and then disappear, as quick as they come.

Now that the “summer” is ending, the nights are becoming colder, but from sunrise to sunset the days are “glorious”, with temperatures in the mid to high 30’s. There are coconut trees, plantains and mangoes growing around “the hut”. The sea harbours a huge array of edible seafood, within easy reach of shore, and if I want something bigger, I have my boat to take me further out.

I had been swimming for about 20 minutes, poking around a reef, that generally had some good sized crays lurking under an overhanging shelf, when I sensed her presence nearby. I turned slowly and there she was. In the clear vision offered by my dive mask, I could see her naked body swimming toward me. At the last minute, she dove underwater, between my legs. The back of her heel touched my cock, as she descended and turned to make another pass. I instantly became erect.

You couldn’t blame me I suppose. After all, I hadn’t made love with a woman since before Jenny and I had separated 2 years ago. Our relationship had soured long before then and sex wasn’t a regular occurrence at that stage. So, it had been quite a while since I had been this close to a woman.

Now that she had my attention, she frolicked up to me and said “Hi. Having fun?” with that she reached down, grasped my erection with one hand and squeezed gently.

The surprise of this initial assault, had me at a brief loss for words. I tried to keep a calm tone to my voice “Yes thanks. You’d better know what you are doing?” How can you possibly keep calm at a time like this?

She laughed, almost fiendishly and replied “Oh, I know what I’m doing alright! Sex is what I like doing best!”

She bobbed down beneath the water again and proceeded to take my cock between her gorgeous lips. I jerked in response. She started to suck. She took my whole cock in her mouth. She started to move up and down the length. Sucking, rubbing her teeth against the sensitive skin, caressing. It was absolutely fantastic. Even though I never wanted her to stop, nevşehir escort she couldn’t do this for much longer. She released the suction on my cock and came to the surface again, for air. Smiling.

I had to try and get control of this situation. “I think, if we are going to do this, we had better do it somewhere where we both won’t drown! Don’t you?”

She nodded her head in agreement and said, ”Let’s go back to the beach then. I’m sure we’ll be a lot more comfortable there!!”

Before I had a chance to reply, she gently reached down and grasped my cock, then she proceeded to sidestroke, with me in tow, toward the beach.

There seemed to be no hurry, yet at the same time, there was an urgency. There was now a passion that could not, would not, be slaked, until we were both satisfied. We both knew what we wanted, needed, and we needed it now.

As we neared the waters edge, she released my cock. She moved quickly up the beach, toward the towels and lay down on her back, arms by her side and with her legs spread wide, knees bent, feet digging into the warm sand. “Now it’s your turn.” was all she said. Her beautiful vagina was completely exposed. I looked at her face. I knew what she wanted. The look she was giving me, was one that simply said ‘please lick my cunt ‘. I didn’t need a written invitation.

I knelt in the sand in front of her and lowered my head toward the centre of her womanhood. I immediately zeroed in on her clitoris. It had looked so perfect when I had taken furtive glances while she was sunbaking earlier, before I went for my swim. Up close, it was like a perfect pink pearl, embedded in a fresh oyster. Waiting to be picked.

The tip of my tongue gently caressed her clitoris. She gave a little start, then wiggled her hips toward my tongue. Trying to tell me I was in the right place. I dug deeper with my tongue, and found the base of her bud. Engulfing the entire clitoris between my lips, I sucked on it, just as she had done when she sucked my cock. I moved my lips up and down the length of this miniature penis. I probed it with my tongue, teased it, flicked it, caressed it, loved it.

My tongue delved deeper, down to her entrance. I scooped up some of the juices that had already started to flow. It tasted like honey, O, so sweet. I stroked my tongue from the entrance of her vagina to the tip of her clitoris. Scooping all the nectar I could. I traced my tongue over the sensitive outer lips. The soft skin at the edge of her vulva. She moaned with delight “ O yessss. Don’t stop. It feels sooo gooood.” She emphasised each word as it slowly escaped her lips. I kept going, teasing her. She was wet, flowing.

I scooped up some more nectar and used it to lubricate her vagina, as I gently inserted one finger. She pushed toward me, wanting more. I inserted another, then another, then bunching my hand I inserted yet another and started to slowly move my hand in and out. My thumb continued to tease her swollen bud. Tossing her head from side to side, she started to moan, to rock, to heave, to buck.

I knew her climax was approaching. I withdrew my hand and once again, my tongue paid attention to her burning sex. I pressed harder, teasing her clit with my tongue. She moaned long and soulfully “I’m coming! I’m coming!” She started to shudder. Probing harder, deeper, I didn’t relent.

She started shaking violently, I took the index finger of my right hand, held it to the sopping, dark freckle of her backside and pushed, easily gaining entrance to the tight hole. Her hips left the ground, she started to scream “ Oooooh yessss! yessss! yessss!” I twisted my index finger again. She bucked and heaved some more. She was shuddering so violently. It was like trying to tame a wild horse.

Then suddenly she stopped.

I knew she was finished. She could take no more. I withdrew my finger, and climbed on top of her to kiss her lips.

She was smiling as I drew up to her face. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight. “That was absolutely incredible” she beamed. She kissed me. The juices from her pussy were still on my lips, in my mouth, on my face. This didn’t bother her. Her mouth tasted wonderful. She welcomed my tongue.

Duelling with each other’s tongues, we stayed in this position for ages. Kissing and caressing.

Finally, she broke away looked me directly in the eye, smiled and said, “Thank you, but now it’s your turn!”

She twisted around onto her knees, facing my feet, then bobbed down and gently grasped my hard cock in her hand. Moving closer with her mouth she slowly licked the entire length, as if she had an icy pole. Abruptly she screwed up her face and said “Salty, but we’ll fix that.” She took the domed head lightly between her teeth, and proceeded to corkscrew down the length of the shaft until she had consumed the entire organ. Gently she applied just the right amount of suction, and started back up the length.

This was incredible. With her pussy just inches from my face, I could smell the heady aroma of a woman on heat. I tapped lightly on her left knee, to indicate that she should straddle my face while she sucked my organ. She was still very responsive from our session a few minutes ago. The instant my tongue touched her clit, she moaned and ground down onto my tongue. Harder, more insistent, demanding.

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We should never have put ourselves into that situation. We were friends. We had gone out for lunch, had a wonderful and long conversation and when the impatient eyes of the waiter descended upon us for the millionth time we had retired to a nearby lake with a beautiful vista just to continue our conversation.

I had twisted my body in the car seat so I could look directly at her and into her eyes, intoxicating and blue. They had always attracted me. I truly enjoyed just being with her. But my eyes had drifted slight to the right to her hair, dark blonde, long and where it was usually tied back she had left it loose that day. I had taken some of it in my hand and was playing with it. Lisa wasn’t surprised by this as I had long complimented her on her hair and once, in joking, run my hands through it and told her how her hair was seducing me. We had both laughed about it at the time and it had reinforced in us an accepted level of comfort and intimate friendship that men and women can enjoy.

Our conversations were of the sort that we could talk and talk and then both of us go silent for a minute or more and we’d found we could be comfortable in that silence. So there we were at just such a moment, silence and thinking nothing of it. It seemed, however, that the universe had other ideas. Forces had been set in motion and we were so absolutely comfortable with each other that we failed to notice the subtle changes.

I was looking rather seriously into Lisa’s eyes and took a deep breath and let it out. I didn’t even realize I had done it until Lisa leaned toward me, my hand, just and little and said, “What?”

“What?” I replied voicing my confusion.

“You just sighed.”

“I did?”

“Ah huh.”

I shrugged my shoulders, smiled but said nothing. I couldn’t think of anything to say and found myself collecting my thoughts and finding my feelings. At that moment I noticed how emotionally close I felt to Lisa. It’s the type of closeness you don’t feel with a lot of people and which allows you to be yourself without fear. I couldn’t help but think what a good friend she had been and how she’d helped me through more than one uncomfortable situation. Lisa could be a little sarcastic. Sometimes she called it bitchiness and other times other things. But it was important to me because it was always disarming and got me to see things more rationally.

“You just did it again.”

“I did?” I replied having once again found myself drifting in my mind.

“So what were you thinking?”

Suddenly a question that usually would have met with an immediate and honest answer seemed loaded. I quickly did an inventory attempting to figure it out and what I came up with shocked me but just a little. I found I wanted to kiss her. Now understand, Lisa and I have kissed thousands of times but it was never a lingering kiss. I wanted a kiss that lingered.

“Oh I don’t know.” I lied.

Lisa looked at me for a second, smirked, and said, “Yes you do.”

I had told her long ago to not be afraid of calling me on my dishonesty when she felt it. Why did she have to be so in tuned with me? Why at that moment? She was though and I couldn’t lie to her. I never have been able to be dishonest with her except for the briefest moment. Then it always seemed that I was either corrected by her or realizing I’d been dishonest I’d correct myself.

I didn’t know what to say so I impetuously and quickly leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Lisa saw the kiss coming and accepted it though she never expected it to linger but then she didn’t resist it either. The kiss, though only slightly longer than any other we had had, was still obvious in its intent. As I moved my face only slightly away from hers I let out a deep breath. Lisa looked into my eyes, looked down momentarily, and then back up in mine. I kissed her again and again she didn’t resist or stop it even though it lasted longer than the first kiss.

This time as I pulled away she said, “Peter, we can’t do this.”

“Why?” I asked, a question with the most obvious answer.

“You know why,” she quickly replied. “Your girlfriend, my boyfriend, and that’s just for starters.”

Lisa knew better than to make much out of any incident. She leaned back and started talking about her job. She went on a little bit about one of her frustrations at work. Then she leaned in, touched my hand and said, “And then you know what happened?” She had been talking about something close to her heart and all her kütahya escort emotions were out there. She finished what she was saying in a bit of an emotional tirade and staring hard at me, her eyes seemingly attached to mine.

This time it was Lisa who initiated the kiss although and where mine had been slow hers seemed to be the result of her built up emotions. As we kissed my hand swept into her hair as to hold us together. This became the passion filled kiss of lovers rather than anything friends exchange. I was hungry for her mouth, her tongue, her spirit. The wetness of our kiss was incredibly arousing and my hand found its way from Lisa’s hair to her breast. But as soon as I grasped her breast is was as if an electric shock had coursed through her body and Lisa jerked away although her face was still very close to mine.

“No! We have to stop!” She said breathlessly.

I was silent. I didn’t want to acknowledge that she was right. I just didn’t want to stop and yet I knew I couldn’t honestly contradict her either.

“Peter,” Lisa said softly yet firmly.

“What?”

“You’ve still got your hand on my boob,” she said still softly.

I didn’t immediately remove it when she said this mostly because I just didn’t want to. It was the first time I had ever touched her breast with anything other than my chest or that odd time when she had taken my arm as we walked and it had innocently brushed against my arm. We had that talk about her breasts that friends do with her saying how she hated it when men stared at her full breasts and didn’t look her in the eye. I remember the moment so well because my eyes went from her eyes down to her breasts and quickly back up. We’d laughed about that incident many times. I wanted to leave my hand on her breast but I quickly moved it from her breast to her leg.

“I just got so turned on,” I said as a feeble defense.

“I know, I did too,” she replied.

I wanted to use this as a springboard to start kissing her again but I found a little restraint, restraint I also wished I hadn’t had. I couldn’t take my eyes from hers and my hand found its way back up to her hair and began stroking it again. I love the silky feel of her hair as it runs through my hand. I later found out that she loved it too though maybe, at the time, it should have been obvious.

I knew I was giving her a sort of longing look but she seemed to be doing that same to me as well. Whatever little resistance I had melted and I kissed her again. This time it was my passion for her that was surging out and again she didn’t resist. Her passions seemed to rise and join mine. We were kissing like high school kids and yet here we were, she in her mid-30s and me, well, much older. Still, we abandoned our better judgment just as high schoolers would have giving into our lusts. One kiss quickly melted into another and yet another. My hand again went to her breast only this time when I touched her there Lisa didn’t resist. Actually, it seemed she leaned slightly into my cupped hand.

My hand ventured from one breast to the other and back again. Then I undid the first button of her blouse expecting her to stop me. She didn’t. I undid another and quickly pushed my hand beneath her blouse and bra and over her breast. As soon as I touched her nipple she moaned into my mouth and moved her mouth from mine. I expected her to become resistive. She didn’t and my fingers toyed with her nipple, rolling it and gently pulling on it.

But when my fingers attempt to undo the bra clasp that sat between the cups she said, “No!” Lisa quickly opened the door of the car and said, “Come on!”

Lisa quickly buttoned herself up and then jogged briefly towards the shore of the lake. Now this lake, because it was a bit remote and had no beach, was mostly frequented by fishermen. So since it was mid-afternoon of a weekday we had the lake to ourselves. As Lisa stared out across the lake I came up behind her and put my arms around her and pulled her into me. I pushed my face through her hair and kissed her on the nape of her neck. Lisa leaned back into me.

“Peter, what are you doing to me?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“We can’t do anything,” she said after a brief pause. “You know how guilty we’d both feel if we let anything come of this.”

“I know,” said, paused, and said again, “I know.”

Lisa was still leaning back against me. My face was still in her hair and we stood as lovers manisa escort would. I had my arms wrapped around her with my hands holding her just below her breasts. We stood in silence for quite a while. Then my hands drifted down her sides to her hips and back up again. Finally I moved them up again and over her breasts. I could hear her gulp in some air as I gently squeezed her breasts. She moaned and I could see her close her eyes as I kissed her on her neck but she did nothing to stop me.

I had expected her to stop me and I remember thinking I’d not be surprised if she did but she didn’t. While my fingers danced over her nipples my lips and tongue nibbled at her neck and then her ear. She shivered and sighed beneath me several times before finally breaking from my grasp and quickly turning around so she faced me. She didn’t say a word but one of her hands quickly when to my crotch and felt for my cock. She rubbed its hardness briefly and then, still without removing her eyes from mine, pulled at my belt. She deftly unbuckled it and then unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down. As they were falling to my ankles her hands went to my cock and cupped it and then caressed it.

I closed my eyes and moaned, “oh yeah.”

She looked into my eyes and then looked back down at her hands. Shivers ran up and down my spine. I stared into her face not wanting her to stop and knowing I should stop her. My hands had stopped caressing her breasts as my mind raced. She would touch me in a particular way and I’d draw in a deep breath. Then I noticed her mouth would open slightly as she touched me differently and close again.

It was like we were in a trance. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Her bra had a front clasp so she didn’t need to move for me to remove it as well. Our clothes fell away as the leaves in the fall. We still hadn’t said a word. As I looked upon her beautiful lush naked body for the first time I felt something stir in me, something other than sexual desire though that too was letting itself be known quite strongly.

I quickly freed myself of my shoes and pants that had fallen over them. I took Lisa in my arms and held her firmly against me. The softness and warmth of her body seemed to belie the hard heat we both felt for each other at that moment. I thought I would just hold her like that and enjoy her closeness and then tell her we just could not go further. I put that thought off for a moment so I could run my hands down her back and clutch her firm ass. As I clutched her I pulled her gently in towards me and I could feel my cock pressing against her pussy.

Lisa’s desire, however, was equally as great as I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my cock and my cock strained for her. I felt her kiss my neck light once in one place, again in another place and then I felt her breath in my ear as she said, “you taste so wonderful.”

I had to say something. “Lisa,” I started but paused.

She pulled slightly away from me, looked into my eyes and smiled and replied, “Yes?”

“I’ve got this sudden unexpected rush of emotions for you.” Those were hardly the words I wanted to use to stop us. I felt like such a coward and yet I gain solace knowing that I’d still spoken the truth though it was a truth I probably should have withheld.

“Me too,” she replied with a smile. Then she kissed me and in her kiss I could feel a release of her emotions. Ours lusts and desires were consuming us, taking us quickly to a point of no return and beyond. I had given in and so had she. We had abandoned our boundaries, our promises. I wanted her more than I could have imagined and more than I had any woman for at least as long as I could remember if ever.

Our bodies shifted against each other as we kissed with abandon and as we did so I could feel the head of my cock press into the folds of her pussy and the push down through it.

I pushed her down on the leaf covered ground and lay down next to her. The leaves were a little hard against our skin but at that moment it didn’t matter. Our lusts were driving us and we were able to block almost anything else. I ran my hand down her chest, over her breasts and down to her cleanly shaven pussy where I felt its damp folds. I want to taste her at that moment so I withdrew my finger and as she watched I put it in my mouth to taste her. I could smell her musky scent and then taste her.

I moved over her and place my mouth on one of her breasts sucking in her hard mardin escort nipple from her full breast. After I sucked it in a couple of times she said, “bite it.”

“What?”

“Bite it but not too hard.”

I bit her nipple lightly and pulled on it with my teeth. She moaned in response. I bit it a little hard the next time and then a little harder and rougher the third time. I could feel and hear her wince that third time but she didn’t complain or ask me to stop. I then got between her legs so I could attend to her other nipple and as I did I lowered myself a little so my cock was nestled into her pussy without entering her though. I had only bitten on her nipple a couple of times when I felt my arousal beginning to peak and I wasn’t even in her yet.

Lisa seemed to sense this and said, “I want you to fuck me from behind.” As I moved from between her legs she said, “The leaves are a little hard to lay on. They’re so scratchy.”

She got on her hands and knees and I positioned myself behind her. I could see her breasts dangling from her chest. I leaned over her so I could cup both of her breasts with my hands and squeeze them and knead them a little. Then I thought to pinch her nipples as I pulled them downward. But as I did so she whimpered a little and said, “fuck me now, please.”

I put the head of my cock on her pussy and as I started to enter her I moved my hands and grabbed her hips. She was firm and extremely wet. As I slowly slipped my cock in and out of her I could feel a gently breeze from behind me caress my ass and balls. I was desperately trying to fend off my own orgasm so we would come together or at least she’d come before me. Then a wicked thought crossed my mind, a way I might both surprise her and quickly press her into orgasm. I grabbed Lisa by her hair and pulled on it as I began to firmly bang my cock into her pussy.

When I first pulled on her hair she responded with an “Oh!” and then followed that with a much more drawn out “ohhhh.”

“Yeah, this is want you want!” I yelled at her, “this is what you like isn’t it! You’ve wanted to be my little slut haven’t you!”

She was becoming quickly more vocal and responding to me by saying, “Yes, oh yes!”

“Tell me you’re my slut Lisa! Come on, tell me how much you like me fucking you!”

Almost breathlessly she replied, “I’m you’re slut! Please fuck me harder!”

That did it for me though and I yelped, “I’m gonna come in your cunt now!”

I could feel the hot energy of my lust surging from my loins and through my cock making my cock swell suddenly. I banged my cock into her pussy forcefully with my hips slapping noisily against her ass.

I heard Lisa whimper out a series of short, “oh! Oh! Oh!” as she too started to come. As my cock began to explode into her she yelled, “Oh yes! Fuck me you bastard fuck me!”

My cum spurted sharply from my cock into her. The sensation of the cum draining from my balls was incredibly and hearing Lisa coming loudly in one long, “ohhhhhhh!” Then as if surprised by it she said, “I’m still coming! I’m still coming!” Although my balls were empty my cock was still hard. I fucked her a little faster as she said that trying to help her maintain her orgasm.

Finally, both of us totally spent, we fell to the ground together and quickly into each other’s arms. Though my sexual energy had gone down my other emotions for her were still running high.

It was a strange time for both of us to be swept by self-consciousness but we were. It wasn’t, yet, for what we had done but rather our fear of being discovered. Strangely we had once talked about fulfilling such a fantasy and we’d both said what great fun it would be but now somehow didn’t seem like the right time. So we dressed quickly. As we walked back to the car Lisa took my hand.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can,” I replied, “anything.”

“Do you love me?”

Her question was unexpected and I wanted to ask her a question of my own before answering. “Yes, but I don’t think I’m in love with you.” I replied putting emphasis on the phrase in love. “But Lisa, you know I love you.”

“I know,” she said, “but I needed to hear it right now.”

As we drove away we both seemed to pull inward. But we weren’t silent. We asked questions about what we had done and the implications it had on the people we each had in our lives who we were supposedly committed to. To most of our questions we simply replied that we didn’t know. We knew things were irrevocably changed and we agreed that even so we wanted to be certain our friendship wasn’t harmed but the question of the day became how to see that happen.

There was more to us, a lot more but the phrase you never know how things are going to work out proved oh so true.

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The local college was undergoing some renovations and I’d scored the job of supplying and laying some carpets. I’d finished for the day and was about to go home when I spotted the cheerleader squad running out onto one of the sports fields. I knew they were cheerleaders as they were all in full uniform.

Now it’s a given that any young lady dressed in a cheerleaders uniform (nearly dressed, considering some of those uniforms) is automatically a lovely young thing and well worth looking at. When you have the whole squad the effect is magnified, the total squad managing to improve the looks of all the members.

With this in mind, and not being averse to checking out a bunch of young lovelies, I strolled over to the sports field and propped against the fence, watching the girls go through their routines. I wasn’t, I have to admit, the only spectator. Cheerleading is very definitely a spectator sport.

I spent a pleasant hour watching the girls go through their paces. They were an athletic bunch. Damned if I’d ever be able to do some of the things they did. Damned if I’d want to, come to that. As earlier noted, they were a lovely bevy of beauties, but it seemed to me that one of them stood out as slightly better than the rest. I couldn’t point to anything that made her superior, she just was. Personal charisma, I guess.

This particular charmer was average height but that was the only thing average about her. Spectacular blonde hair, eyes so blue you could tell their colour from a distance, legs that just didn’t seem to end, a bust that had kept on growing long after most busts had quit, and a pert little bottom that had a beautiful little bounce to it when she walked. For some reason she also looked familiar to me, but I was quite certain I’d never met her. I mean, if I’d met her before there was no way I’d have forgotten her.

Eventually the practice finished and the girls headed back to the change room. I headed back to my van and found I had a flat tyre. Not a problem. I had the van jacked up and tyre switched over in five minutes flat and I was ready to move on out. I found that the delay was really quite fortuitous in nature.

Some of the cheerleaders were already spilling back out of the change room, carrying bags and stuff, some still in uniform and others having done a lightning fast change. (Unusual, I know, but some girls can get changed fast if there is someplace they want to be.) One of the girls still in uniform was my lovely blonde and she was going to be walking right past me and my van.

I was mentally scratching my head and trying to find a good pick up line (even a bad pick up line would do), when she waved to me.

“Hi, Mr Davidson,” she said.

I was stunned. She knew me. That meant I had to know who she was, but I didn’t. How could I have forgotten someone like that? Did I have an accident and develop selective amnesia.

“You don’t recognise me,” she said, seeming to pout a little.

“God help me, I don’t,” I admitted, wanting to go and bury myself to hide my shame. “You cause an itch in my memory but I can’t place you.”

“Not surprising,” she said with a giggle. “Think Elaine and two little children.”

Elaine and two little children? Who the hell was Elaine and what two children? Then the familiarity kicked in.

“Good god, you’re Elaine, my sister’s babysitter. You’ve, ah, changed.”

Had she ever changed! I remembered Elaine as a mousy little girl, very friendly and really good with children. My sister’s kids had always been happy to see her. Her hair had been kahramanmaraş escort blonde but now it had a lot more body and life to it. She’d gone from a flat-chested tomboy to an extremely well developed young lady of, of, damned if I knew how old she was.

“Yes, slightly,” she admitted with an impish grin. That grin I recognised and was now starting to feel a lot more comfortable.

“So, how old are you now?” I asked. “It appears that the last few years have been very good to you. Do you still sit for my sister?”

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m eighteen. I stopped the baby-sitting gig shortly after I developed these,” she said, patting her chest. “Some fathers got the wrong idea about a baby-sitter’s duties.”

Who could blame them? If I found her wandering around my house I’d get a few wrong ideas. Or right ones, depending on which side of the idea you were standing on. I was certainly getting a wrong idea right now.

I ran my eyes over her, nodding thoughtfully.

“Don’t you go getting any ideas,” she warned me. “What are you thinking of?”

“To be honest, I was wondering what your reaction would be if I was to drag you into my van, tear off your panties, and have a wild sexual encounter with you.”

“Really, Mr Davidson,” she said, blushing. “The very idea. I’d scream my head off and then where would you be.”

“Well, if you screamed so loudly that your head fell off I’d probably be at the cop shop explaining it wasn’t my fault that your head fell off and that I’m not guilty of murder,” I said thoughtfully. I was now remembering a few other things about Elaine. Things such as she used to be very flirtatious. Things such as the fact that she’d also been slightly avaricious, eager for her pay, counting it meticulously to be sure it was all there.

“Tell me, would you have time to scream if you were busy counting out fifty dollars?” I asked.

“Mr Davidson,” she said again, sounding shocked, but staying right where she was. “The very idea.”

Now by an odd chance the mint had just issued a new five dollar note and they were just coming into circulation. I always try to get a mint fresh copy of any notes that come out. In a few years they may actually be worth something. When I was down at the bank during my lunch break I’d changed a fifty for ten fives, brand new, never used, consecutive numbers. I took the little wad of notes out of my wallet and fanned them out. Then I laid them one at a time on the floor of the van.

Elaine’s eyes were running over the notes, counting them. She threw a blushing glance at me and then looked back at the notes. I was guessing that, with a body like hers and her naturally flirtatious nature, she wasn’t a virgin. That meant that she wasn’t giving up anything precious and fifty dollars was fifty dollars.

“You don’t seriously think I’m just going to climb into your van so that you can, ah, . . .” She waved her hand around to let me guess what she thought I’d be doing.

“Certainly not,” I protested. “I distinctly said that I’d be dragging you into my van. The notes are just there to confuse you while I’m doing it. By the time you pick them up it will be far too late to scream so you’ll just have to suffer whatever I choose to do.”

I gave her a benign smile, giving her a chance to depart for places elsewhere, but she was occupied counting those notes. She actually looked a little startled when I caught her arm and moved her into the van. It was easily done. I just turned her until her back was to the van and moved kastamonu escort her closer. She automatically sat down when the back of her legs bumped against the van and I just picked up her legs and swivelled her around until she was sitting inside the van. I stepped in after her, closing the door behind me.

I was happy to see Elaine had her priorities right. She was on her knees, bending forward and picking up the various notes. This gave me ample opportunity to lift her short skirt and lower both her modesty pants and her panties, which were a lot more immodest.

With the money in her hand she swivelled around to face me. As she was now sitting this meant I could bring her pants over her knees and take them right off while she made protesting noises.

“You shouldn’t be doing that, Mr Davidson,” she told me, totally failing to convince me.

I lifted my hands to her top, trying to work out how to undo it.

“Is this just knotted?” I asked.

At her nod I tugged on what seemed to be an appropriate piece of material and the knot came undone. I promptly brushed the top to the side, exposing her breasts. I didn’t think she’d had a bra under that top. I suspect that none of the girls did. Ruins the mystique if people see bra straps on cheerleaders.

“You shouldn’t be doing that, Mr Davidson,” Elaine protested again.

Just who did she think she was kidding? She knew exactly what I intended to do before she even grabbed the first note. I took her breasts in my hands, stroking them.

“You’re not really going to, ah, you know,” she said, giving her little hand wave to indicate the unmentionable.

“What do you think?” I asked, capturing her hand and placing it against my groin. My intentions were well and truly letting themselves be known.

I gently pushed her down so she was flat on her back, my hands back on her breasts. I had never been more pleased with the fact that I’d used some offcuts to lay carpet on the floor of my van. Apart from protecting things I carried it also made for comfort when lying down.

Now that Elaine was lying down my hands had a little more freedom. While I was continuing to caress her breasts my other hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her mound and starting to massage it. From the look on Elaine’s face when I did that she hadn’t really believed that I was going to fuck her. Now she believed and wasn’t sure what to do.

“Problem?” I asked.

As she opened her mouth to speak I slipped a couple of fingers between her lips, trespassing inside her. Whatever she was going to say was lost in a strangled gasp. I kept massaging while she struggled to pull herself together.

“You’re not really going to, are you?” she finally asked. She certainly seemed to have a limited number of questions.

Instead of answering directly I unbuckled my belt and pushed my trousers down, my intended answer springing forth. Elaine’s eyes opened wide and she hastily looked away.

“Take hold of me, Elaine,” I said softly. “You know you want to.”

Whether she wanted to or not I had no idea. She gave me a look, looked at my erection again, gave me another look, and then her hand came down and captured me.

That was fine by me. I kept stroking breasts and pussy and she started stroking my cock. There was nothing tentative about what she was doing. She knew exactly how to handle one, knowledge that I suspected came from practice.

Now while a little bit of touching and petting is all very well it is only the beginning, kayseri escort the entrée, so to speak, with the main course coming up. I could tell that Elaine was warming up nicely, squirming a little under my touch, her breathing getting deeper, her passage nice and damp.

I extracted myself from her grasp, moving her legs further apart and kneeling between them. I started moving closer, cock nicely lined up, a pair of fingers spreading her lips.

“Ah, I’m not sure about this, Mr Davidson,” she told me.

Like I cared?

“It’s OK,” I said calmly. “We’ll just start up a little. We can always stop if you don’t like the way I do things.”

And if she believed that she was totally naïve, which I did not believe.

My cock pressed between her lips and then started sliding down her passage, her hips rising to meet me, letting me sink into her faster than I expected.

Then it was a case of, “Oh my god, you’re really doing it. I didn’t think you would. I thought you were only teasing me a bit. I’m sure you shouldn’t be doing this. I’ve never done this before you know.”

That last was a little hard for me to swallow, because a virgin she certainly wasn’t. I was about to make a pithy comment when common sense slapped me across the back of the head. Never contradict a woman, especially if you’re fucking her.

“Well, now you have, and might I say you’re handling yourself superbly. You feel absolutely marvellous. I’ve never know a girl as sweet as you. You are fantastic.”

I was also stroking her breasts while I pumped energetically into her. I wasn’t alone with that energy expenditure, either. She was responding sweetly, hips rising swiftly as she pushed to meet me, eager to take me as deep as possible.

I kept right on talking, not giving her a chance to talk herself into regrets. I praised her breasts, twisting my head to drop light kisses on them. My hands stroked her generally, while I lauded the feel and texture of her skin. I stoked silken hair, softly admiring the colour and texture, drew a fingertip lightly across her lips, telling her what lovely lips she had.

And all the time I was talking my hips were going bump, bump, bump, as I drove fiercely into her. Oddly enough I was taking her far more energetically than I’d normally take a woman. She just seemed to cast some sort of spell on me. Even the scent of her was like an aphrodisiac, another thing I hastened to tell her. The way I was taking her I wouldn’t have been surprised if I’d come in an early rush. What did surprise me, I guess, was the fact that I didn’t, but was able to keep on going.

I finally shut-up with the sweet-talk, mainly because I needed my breath for what I was doing. Elaine didn’t seem to have any breath to spare for chatting, either, as she was gasping and giving little grunts of ecstatic effort as she met my thrusting cock, pushing herself hard up against me, seeming to want more and more of what I was supplying.

Things finished fairly quickly after that. I found myself out of control, moving harder and faster, everything drawing towards a grand finale. For me, anyway. The way I was travelling Elaine was on her own and good luck to her.

I was spared the embarrassment of leaving her unsatisfied. She climaxed at about the same time I did, hands jammed against her mouth to stifle any cries. I guess she didn’t want to alert anyone else around as to what was going on in the van.

After I’d tidied up a little I suggested that I drop her off somewhere, like at her house, possible. She seemed quite relieved at the thought. She was looking distinctly dishevelled, even if she had tried to tidy up a little.

An added benefit to driving her home. I was able to get her address and phone number. Maybe I could invite her around to babysit for me. Not that I have any children as of yet, but I guess I’m just a big kid at heart.

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To my readers: This is a fictional story. If any the characters have similarity to your lifestyle I do apologize. It is based of coincidental happenings with your life and my story. I am glad that you may think this is you, but it is just a story. Please read Cat and Mouse part 1 in Erotic Couplings, feedback is appreciated.

As I walked into the Las Vegas Airport I could hear the sound of money. I had Amanda to my left hugging onto my arm, and watching people playing the slots. She had the urge to play, but was to shy to go on her own. “Do you want to try to play a few dollars and see what happens?” I encouraged her on to play.

“Could I play?” Amanda smiled as she squeezed my arm a little more.

“Sure go ahead and play.” As I loaded ten dollars, into the slot machine and showed her how to play, I glanced up and I saw you standing there and all the memories from a few months ago revived in my groin.

“Thanks, this is so much fun I can’t believe we are here.” Amanda said as she watched the slot machine wheel around as it landed on three sevens. “Wow I won!!” She screamed happily and pulled the handle again.

I watched Amanda play so intrigued by the machine that could either make you or break you, as does to so many others. I glanced up again and you were still standing there pointing out directions to lost passengers. You didn’t notice me at all so I continued to watch you. I shut my eyes for a moment smiling and remembering how it felt when we were together. How our bodies trembled to each other’s touch. I remembered how you tasted on my lips. I remembered how you felt when you were about to cum. I remembered your moans as if it were my favorite song I loved to hear over and over again. Just the thought of you: made me want you and it made my penis twitch and become hard. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat trying to erase the picture in my mind. But it kept haunting me making me desire you even more. When I opened my eyes, Amanda was looking at me.

“Are you all right? Do you want to go check in at the hotel?”

“No, I am fine. I’m just tired that is all. You can keep playing if you want.” I said, as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. I could still feel my penis twitching wanting to be touched. I stuffed my hand in my pocket. Stroking myself ever so slightly trying to get the sensation out of me, but it only made my penis stiffen even more.

“Are you sure you are okay? You seemed little preoccupied.” Amanda piped up again.

I cleared my throat, “I am fine. Why do you keep asking?” as I tried to focus my eyes on her.

“Well you seem to shift your weight back in forth, and you seem to be thinking about something. Is something bothering you?” Amanda asked in a concern voice.

“No I am fine. I am just ready to get going, to the hotel to check in and see the sights and grab a bit to eat.”

“Oh, I thought you wanted me to stay and play for awhile, but if you want to go we can. It doesn’t matter if we leave. I just want to freshen up before we go to dinner.” Amanda said as she dragged her hand lazily down the back of my thighs and up again.

I pushed her hand away, “Not now. We can save that for dessert.”

“Or for an appetizer.” As Amanda stood up and cashed out her money, she giggled listening to the sound of money dropping into the drawer.

“Here you go.” As I tossed her a cup, “Put the money in here. How much did you come out a head?”

“I was up ten but I am back to where we started. We are going to have to do it again.”

“Sure, we will have many chances of doing that while we are here.” I smiled, “Well are you ready to paint the town red?”

“Yes I am.” Amanda said as she got up she had her money cup in one hand her other arm wrapped in mine.

We started to walk towards the baggage claim when all of sudden you walked smacked dab into me at full force knocking the breath out of me.

“Oh, I am so sorry” I heard you say in small voice, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I am.” I said grabbing my stomach feeling that I was just winded, I looked up, and it was you. My heart began to race and stomach felt like it was up in my throat. I could barely move or even talk but my manhood began to grow even more. I just looked into your eyes for that long moment holding myself together, watching you grow more concern.

“Are you sure you are okay. You look like you just saw ghost?”

The question threw me off which made me laugh and catch my breath. ” Yeah I am okay. Are you okay? You are the one that ran into me.” I said with a sly smile.

“Yeah I am okay. You just caught me off guard. I didn’t think you were right there. A moment ago I saw you further away.” You smiled.

I smiled even more that you even noticed me from a distance. My body jumped into full desire yet I didn’t want Amanda to know or see how I felt from the reaction of getting winded. “Yeah I am fine.” As I locked into your eyes; once more, I didn’t not realize how beautiful you were. Your eyes were a dark blue green that sparkled when you smiled.

I never thought I would kuşadası escort run into you here. I heard that you moved out here but I didn’t think it was actually true. I glanced over to Amanda and she looked like she was about to kill you as if you actually wrecked something that belonged to her yet she never even asked if I was okay. Amanda just tugged at my arm to continue walking.

Amanda spoke “The nerve of you to run into my fiancé.” As she gave you the once over she continued, “Hon are you ready to go get our bags and check in the hotel I need to go freshen up before dinner. And our reservations are in less than in hour.” She tugged at my arm to keep moving.

“I am so sorry. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you let me know please,” You said holding out your hand for a handshake.

I took your hand into mine caressed it for a quick moment before I gave it a quick shake. “Apology accepted.” As I continued to be dragged away from the scene, I turned to Amanda “What is with you? Why were you so rude to her? It was an accident.”

Amanda looked into my eyes, “Yeah I know it was an accident but I didn’t like her for what ever reason and I wanted to get going.”

“Oh. Well than lets grab our bags and go to the hotel for now.”

“Great idea, then I can have my way with you before we paint the town red.” Amanda smiled with her brown eyes.

Once we grabbed our bags and found the shuttle to our hotel, and checked in, Amanda seemed to be in a better mood again. As for me, I felt beat from all the tension from flying and running into her. My thoughts drifted off again. I felt your hand in mine so soft, tender and I wanted to pull you into me to let you know how much I wanted you. When you ran into me I could feel your breasts against my lower chest and upper abdomen. I couldn’t believe how big yet muscular and slender your body was. You held your self with confidence from a distance yet your actual strength has hidden underneath your clothing. It was like a hidden secret I discovered. My thoughts continued to trail on the lovemaking we had in the car from few months back. The way you looked at me with your eyes, another hidden asset that changed color depending on the color of clothing you wore. Your smile could make any guy stop lose sense of reality, and the passion you brought with our lovemaking. I would have never guessed that you would be so desirable and erotic. I would never have considered you my type from the get go. I remembered the last thing that was said before I took you back to your car. The possibility of you being pregnant, it scared me for being a fool yet it in away I would want you to be the mother of my child if I had the choice to make you would be mine. My loins ached for as I felt myself getting hard with the thought of you carrying my child. I smiled laughing to myself remembering wondering how I could see you again when all of sudden..

I came back to reality real quick when I felt myself be thrown against the wall of my hotel room. My head cracked the wall along with my back. The shock of pain as my head started to pound I thrown against the wall again and again as I started to stumble I felt myself be pushed toward the bed and thrown down once again. I tried grabbing my head in pain when my arm was pushed up over my head and handcuffed. Then the other arm was taken the same way. “What the hell is going on?” As I tried to focus and concentrate at what was at hand. “Let me go damn it!!” My temperament started to rise.

“Your mine for the taking.” Amanda said as she blindfolded me.

“Amanda this is not fucking funny. Let me go!!”

“No!! I am taking what belongs to me. Now obey or more torture will come your way.” Amanda said in low sultry demeaning voice.

“Amanda let me go!!”

“Well.. Well.. Well.. It looks like you have been thinking of me.”

Shit I thought to myself.. I was thinking of you and Amanda is going to take me with out my consent thinking I was thinking of her. “Amanda I am not in the mood for games let me go!!” I demanded.

“You could have fooled me,” Amanda continued “It looks like you want me already.”

I could feel Amanda tugging, and unzipping my pants. She saw my hard on when I was thinking of you now she is going to have her way with me with out my consent and she thinks this is a game. “Amanda I am warning you. Let me go!!” I yelled at her.

“Not on your life!!”

I felt Amanda hands all over my body. I could feel her breathe as she climbed up the bed kissing my inner thighs up to where my manhood was standing tall.

“Let see what is underneath here” as she tugged my boxers down. I knew she was smiling ready to go for the gold.

I could feel her breath as she took me into her mouth gliding her tongue up and down. As her hands trailed across my belly and thighs she used her nails to in flick pain and torture to make me even more excited. I let out moan knowing her torture skills work yet my mind was trying to fight every sensation I was feeling. “Stop Please No more!!” I moaned. kocaeli escort I could here her giggle as she took me all the way down her throat and it echoed making my manhood even stiffer. I started to twitch and at the same time gasp for air because it felt so good, yet my anger grew knowing that I did not want to make love at this time. I tried keeping a clear conscious, yet the sensation of her mouth tortured me to have an orgasm.

“I am not done with you yet! I still want my ride damn it!!” I felt Amanda’s hands trail and massage my balls as her finger slipped into my butt hole making me moan even more.

I tried to have a clear conscious but when her finger slipped into my sphincter I became really pissed. “Amanda that is enough!! I said stop!! God damn it Amanda!!” all I heard was a giggle.

“You love this torture don’t you.” As she pinched my nipple and squeezed my balls, really tight I let out a moan and bucked up and that is when Amanda jumped on for her ride. “Cum baby, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yeah that is the way I like it!!” Amanda started to scream as she slid herself all the way down on to me. ” Hurt me!! You can do better than that!! Harder!! Faster!! Fuck me like you never fucked me before.” She continued to rant. I began to thrust into her hard and fast hoping the torture would end soon yet she continued to ride me until I had no energy left. I couldn’t even cum for her and my body was starting to ach from the torture of her continuing to ride me. I felt like a rag doll being used for one purpose; which only made my temperament and anger rise with in me. “Amanda let me go!!” I tugged at my reins.

Amanda didn’t listen, she just continued to ride me. “Make me cum!! That’s it!! Keep going!! I am starting to cum!! Arrrgghh!!” Amanda started to moan her body quivered, and started to tremble as her orgasm took over her whole body. “Cum for me baby!! I know you want to.” As she kissed my neck and bit my left nipple I felt her collapse on top of me. She got off me slowly and kissed my neck as she whispered in my ear. “Thanks for the ride, I can not wait until dessert.” As she undid the handcuffs, I heard her walk into the bathroom, close the door and started the shower. I lifted my head and pulled the blindfold off of me. As laid their naked I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I was just taken with out my consent and Amanda thought it was some kind of fun torture game. I grabbed my clothes put them on and left before Amanda got out of the shower.

I hailed a cab told him to take me back to the airport. I needed to see you. I wanted to be held and touched by you and you only. I didn’t like the feeling I had of just being used, and taken unwillingly I felt vulnerable for the very first time in my life. I thought to myself what would I tell her when I saw you, and would you believe me if I told you. I shut eyes for a moment thinking of you again and how it felt. When I arrived at the airport, I paid the driver and started to run in the airport when all of sudden.. I ran into you a second time. This time you almost fell to the floor but I saved you from your fall when you sank into me. When your eyes fluttered open and looked into mine, you licked your lips and parted them I could not resist kissing you. I bent down towards you as I pulled you closer to me at the same time bringing our lips together. My tongue parted your lips as our noses did a little Eskimo kiss, your eyes fluttered shut again and your body molded into mine. I let my tongue trace your lower lip and the tip of your tongue. You let out a sigh and your lips parted even more making it an easy invitation for my tongue to dive in and do our intimate dance. Twisting, curling, dragging my tongue with yours was just enough to drive me wild. I whispered under my breath “Are you okay?” for answer I got a soft sigh, which I took as a yes. “I missed you so much. Your touch, our bodies entwined together.” I mumbled and caressed your cheek.

“I missed you too.” You whispered, “What brought you back here?”

“I missed you and I just had to see you.”

“What about your dinner date?”

“Oh” I paused for a moment, and sighed. “It got canceled”

You pulled away first and looked up at me and back down, your eyes growing puzzled as you saw that my clothes were a mess. “Umm, what happened to you may I ask?”

“Nothing. Why?”

You stood on your tiptoes and pulled me close to you and whispered, “Your shirt is not buttoned straight and your pants are not button and your zipper is not all the way.”

I looked down, and started to get embarrassed, but instead I dived in for another quick kiss and whispered “Lets get out of here. We need to talk.”

You nodded, grabbed my hand led me to the shuttle bus that would take you to your car. “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yeah I am fine. I just ran out of the hotel room as soon as I could just to come find you.”

“And your girlfriend?”

“She was in the shower so I had to move quickly.” I shrugged my shoulders as I started to straighten myself up.

“So your konya escort girlfriend will be out looking for you in about a few moments, and when she sees you with me she is going to be one unhappy girl.”

“Yeah she will be. But I am not in the mood to talk about it right at this time. And believe me she will be more mad at me than at you.”

“I am sure she would. But she will still blame the both us.”

“You have a point. But I am sure she will not be looking for us. We did not rent a car so she would have to either hail a cab or take the shuttle bus. And she is to cheap to do either of them so I don’t think we will have to worry.” I smiled going in for another kiss. You took the kiss graciously, letting me play with your tongue as my thumb caressed your cheek, as I let my other hand hold you close to my body I caressed your lower back. “God I could hold onto you like this forever. Never letting you go.”

“I wish that could be true, but you are still seeing that girl.”

“Yeah I know, and I am kind of stuck right now and I can not get out of the situation.” I said as the shuttle bus pulled up we stepped towards the back of the bus.

You in return retorted, “You have total control of every situation. It is what decisions you decide to make that you have to live with.”

“True, but I kind of trouble I got myself into recently and I don’t know what to do?”

You looked at me puzzled again, “What kind of trouble? Is she carrying your child?”

“No. Thank God for that. Hell no.” I shook my head, “By the way what ever came out of our situation?”

“Well I was late for starters, but I think due to the stress that is why. Why do you ask?”

“Well I care, and I told you I would take full responsibility if anything were to happen.”

“I see. So what kind of trouble are you in? Is it really really bad?”

“Yeah it is.. But for your sake it is has nothing to do with children, drugs or stealing.. It has to do with you.”

Your head snapped back to look at me “Me? What did I do to you?”

“Well for starters I found the story on the net. Wow I had so many emotions after I read that. At first I was happy, than I got upset, then I was sad because I heard you left. And I never told you how much I appreciated the story.”

“Is that what this is all about or is their more to this?”

“Well there is more to this.”

“Like what?”

“I can not tell you right at this moment.”

“Oh” changing the subject you continued, “So what did you really think of the story?”

“Hmmn.” I paused for a moment, “It was lot of built up emotion. I do have to give you credit for writing so well.” I thought for another moment. “It was very detailed, I don’t think I could write something like that. I don’t have the guts. Plus you made it so vague that anyone who read the story thought of himself with you. Which made me jealous and mad as well.”

The bus pulled to where your car was and we walked over and got in the car, as we continued the conversation. “Really so you got jealous?”

“Yes I did.”

You smiled, “Thanks that really made my day by hearing you say that.’

“I am glad but what did I say?”

“That you got jealous of any one else that would think of me like that.”

“Sure, your welcome.” As I leaned over to give you a quick peck on the lips, I caressed your knee. “Man I missed you so much this kind of brings back old memories.”

“Yeah I know. Maybe we should not be in the car.”

“Well I can make more memories with you outside of the car the hood, or the trunk?”

You giggled and let out a small smile. “Your funny!! Well did you want me to do? Take you back to your place or do care to see mine?”

“Let’s go see your place, I have all the time in the world.” I continued to rub your knee and upper thigh: which your skirt was hiked up a little high after you sat in your car. I just continued to caress your leg back and forth until we got to your place.

Your house was small tri level style home, on Old Birch Road. Most of the homes looked like old cottage style homes from the Midwest region, near Mount Charleston, just outside the city of Las Vegas. “Wow you have lovely place.” I cooed

“Thanks just wait until u see the inside.” You smiled back.

The inside of your home was made out of cobblestone with a fireplace that had a white bear rug lying in front of it. To the west wall you had a deep burgundy couch with wooden end tables on the East side you had a bay window with a Rocking chair and small table to the left. In the next you had your dinning area that looked back into the deep woods. And three stairs down you entered a kitchen with a patio and pantry that also led into the garage and laundry room. From the living area you could go up a small flight of stairs that had a small den, and two bedrooms with a full bathroom and Jacuzzi off of the bathroom patio. “God this place is gorgeous!! I would not mind living in a home like this! So peaceful yet so cozy!!”

You giggle.. “Thanks, I am glad you like it!” as we came down the stairs back towards the dinning area. I loved the way you teased with your eyes and your smile as you brushed passed me with your body your breast rubbed against my arm, which made my body tingle inside all over. I wanted you. And I wanted you now. You spoke up again. “So what brought you to Vegas?”

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