My Best Friend Simon and Me Pt. 04

What the fuck have we done, what can I say to make this go away? Si and I are caught and its all over. Or so we thought.

After a few days out and about, we decide to spend the day around the campsite. We visit the sites outdoor pool, bar and grill area.

Sitting with my wife we comment on what a great holiday we’re having the memories we’re making. “Definitely some great memories” my wife says “especially with them two.” she points across to Si and his wife, who are playing in the pool with the children.

“Absolutely” I reply “great memories and experiences, I don’t want it to end”

“I bet you don’t” she retorts “Si, you, and your love for a sauna.”

I worry, “Does she suspect something?”

The day continues with the normal messing about the pool, sun bathing and enjoying the company. Si and I are in the pool with the children and messing about throwing them in the air so they splash in the pool. I turn to Si and ask “Do you think they know?” he looks at me puzzled “you know about us and the showers?”

“No, they can’t, how could they?” he replies.

“Just something that the wife said earlier” we look over at them and they are chatting and giggling about something.

We continue our day and all return to our plot. We send the children off to get showered, and I sort out dinner. Once dinner is over, Si says to our wives “You girls go and have a sauna, we’ll get these to bed.”

The wives look at eachother, smile, collect their things and are off. By this time the children are settling down, his two in their tent and mine in our caravan. Si and I are out in the awning enjoying a chat. “They’re taking their time” he says “although we didn’t exactly rush back” he winked at me. “Wonder what they are up to” he smirks.

“Yeah, I jnow what I wanna get up to” I say

“Whats that?” Si asks.

“I want you to get balls deep in my mouth” I cheekily say.

“What now?” Si replies a little shocked.

“Yeah, right now” I say as I get down on my knees in front of him. “the kids are asleep, the wives have gone, no-one can see inside the awning”

I can see Si’s shorts rising up and his breathing get a little faster. He smiles, lifts up from the chair and removes his shorts. His rock hard, slender, perfect cock flicks back against his abs. As he sits back down, I don’t waste any time and start to topkapı escort lick along the length of his member from balls to tip. Sucking on the tip a little, then engulfing him inside my mouth all 7 inches of it until it hits the back of my throat and then enters a little further.

Si groans as I make a swallowing action against his cock head. I hold him there for a while, untill he pulls back alittle. “Having no gag reflex sure allows you to give one heck of a blowy” Si says as he tries to hold back his orgasm.

I give him a little time to rest and lick and suck his balls and kiss down his thighs. He moves towards me and we kiss deep and passionate. I then return to his gorgeous penis, licking and worshipping it. I deep throat him agian but then start to move up and down as I lick around it.

I feel my cock hardening and oozing with precum. This gets me going and I am now desperate and yearning for his cum.

Si’s body starts to tense as I hold his cock head in my mouth and use my tongue to caress it. “Nnnnmmmmmmppphhhhh” he graons “I’m going cum, take it all”

I deep throat him waiting for him to shoot, he is on the edge, ready to explode.

“And what the hell is going in here” I hear from behind me

“Oh fuck” Si screams as he shoots his load into my waiting throat.

“Oh fuck indeed” my wife’s voice comes from behind me. “you found a use for your lack of gag reflex then?” She askes with a snigger.

Si retorts, “Oh man, what the fuck, I am so sorry” as he pulls out of my mouth and covers up.

I swallow his load and turn to face the music. What the fuck have we done, what can I say to make this go away? Si and I are caught and its all over. Or so we thought.

“Why you stopping?” Si’s wife asks “its only fair to repay Neil for his services” she looks at my wife and says “I told you they were up to something”

“Yeah, and I told you what I thought it was, and I was right.” my wife replied “And it is so fucking hot.”

Si and I were confused, but before we could say anything, “Get out your cock then Neil, Si get on your knees and take him” Si’s wife demands.

So Si stood up and we swapped places. My cock was not as hard as it had been due to the confusion, but Si pulled my shorts down and we both looked at our wives with questioning looks. esenler escort “You’re ok with this?” we both ask.

“No, not at the moment, your cock is not in his

mouth” now get to it.

So, Si turns to me and holds my cock. He takes me in his mouth and starts to go to work on it. I slowly start to get hard and we start to relax a little.

“Is that all you got” my wife says “work it Si, let Neil cum in your mouth.

“Fuck this Si” I say “They are really up for this, lets give them what they want”

Si pulls my cock from his mouth grabs the lube and while engulfing my cock in his mouth again he starts to finger my anus.

“Wow that is so hot” says Si’s wife “I am dripping again”

“Shall I lick your pussy like earlier?” my wife asks

“Abso-fucking-lutely” she replies while pulling down her knickers and revealing her pussy. My wife starts working her with her fingers while they both watch Si sucking my cock and fingering my hole. He hits my prostate and I shudder.

I am now being blown and fingered, while watching our wives go at it. This is too much, have they been fucking too. This is incredible.

Si deep throats me and teases my cock head. While the girls are now in the 69 position eating eachother out.

I look down and see that Si is hard again.

“Fancy giving that a go?” I ask, pointing at girls.

Si turns, not knowing what I can see. “Fuck yeah,” I lay down on my back and Si mounts me. The smell of his cock as it knocks against my nose, he penetrates my hole again with his fingers and takes me back into his mouth.

I take his full length as he fucks my mouth and I place a hand on his arse cheek and play with his hole using my thumb. After a while his hole seems gagging to be entered so I slip in my thumb and work on him.

“That’s it” the girls say in unison. “Fuck him in the arse”

Si looks to me and says “I wanna fuck you for them”

He moves round and plants himself between my legs, lefts them up so my feet are on his shoulders, and slides his slender 7″ in to me. “Oh Fuck” I groan

“Give him a good fucking” My wife says.

I turn to look at them, they are now facing eachother kissing and watching us, while knuckles deep in one another. This is so hot.

Si pulls out slowly and I can feel his aksaray escort head on my hole, he thrusts back in and picks up speed. With his balls slapping against my arse, he grabs my cock and wanks me wi tryh the same rhythm. I realise that he has already cum, so I’ll be getting fucked for a while, and I’m gonna enjoy every second.

He is so much deeper than before and I love being able to see into his eyes as he moves back and forth in my hole, as his cock rubs on my prostate. I love him so much.

I am struggling to hold off, “I’m gonna cum I say”

“Oh no you’re not” my wife says.

Si stops stroking my cock as she comes over and takes my cock in her mouth. “What the f…” I start to say as Si’s wife plants her pussy on my face and starts to grind.

What the fuck is happening? The smell

of her is amazing, and it sends electric shocks through my body. My wife’s mouth on my cock, Si is fucking my arse even harder and a dripping pussy on my face. The ecstasy is beyond belief.

“Finger fuck me Si” I hear my wife instruct.

“Absolutely” he replies, “I thought you’d never ask”

I pulse and tense up, I cannot say im gonna cum, so just shoot my load as Si’s wife screams in ecstacy, and her juices ooze all over my face. My wife then groans as she orgasms, she lifts off my cock and shares my cum with Si, as he too compulses and I can feel his liquid spurt into me.

Si’s wife joins the two of them kissing, sharing my cum between them. I lay there still in shock feeling Si’s cock start to go limp and his cum starts to drip from my well worked hole.

“What the fuck just happened?” I gasp “that was so hot”

“We knew you were both up to something, and when we spoke about what we thought it was last night. We got so turned on by it, we got eachother off. Her pussy tastes amazing doesn’t it?” My wife asks me.

“Incredible, her pussy was so wet and oozing.” Ireply “watching you two was amazing, where do we go from here?” I ask.

“Yeah, now what?” Si agrees.

“I sure don’t want to stop what we have started” Si’s wife says.

“Lets get the kids to bed in your tent tomorrow night, and we can see what kind of things we can get up to.”

We all sit there, with sex surrounding us, and juices over the floor, my face and oozing from my hole. Looking around at each other we have a shared love for group sex.

“Can I go for a shower now” I ask.

“I’ll come too” Si says.

“I bet you will” my wife says.

I struggle to stand as my legs are like jelly after being fucked so hard, with Si’s amazing cock.

We head off to the showers and leave the girls to sort out the awning.

Untill tomorrow then.

Parsons Ch. 04

(A/N: As this is my first story/series, feedback/comments are always appreciated. Thanks for reading)

–

“So it’s been, what, three weeks?”

“Yup.”

“And no text.”

“Nope.”

“No call?”

“Just telemarketers.”

“Honestly, Heath, they might be dead.”

“You are not funny,” I scolded, taking a crouton and aiming it at Aaron’s forehead. A miss, but a valiant attempt. “I did contemplate it, but it just made it worse.”

“Worse?” Aaron asked, brushing off crumbs from his suit jacket.

I picked up my fork and stabbed some lettuce onto it, a bit more aggressive than I intended. “They went on a double date with Bradley and his girlfriend. She’s Landon’s cousin, Ellen. Great girl actually, I’m surprised it took them this long to-“

“Focus,” Aaron snapped his fingers. “So, they’re officially avoiding you. What’s your plan now?”

Was I supposed to have one? I was trying to force myself into metamorphosis, which mostly consisted of doing everything in my power to stop feeling like the scum of the Earth given the recent events. Picking up shifts at work, finally going to therapy (had to put my gym membership on hold for that one), and trying to do more favors for people around me – those who still talked to me.

Even though I still went to bed feeling terrible, the moments throughout the day were pleasant. I didn’t know Sarah, my next-door neighbor, had a python (and our landlord wouldn’t be finding out either). I didn’t know there was a running group that met every Friday at my nearby park, which I had just joined. I didn’t know Aaron loved trying new restaurants or that I would be having lunch with him at least once every week.

As the only person who knew every detail of what had happened, even if out of my initial desperation, I had increased our texts, which eventually turned to calls and became hangouts. Sure, most friendships didn’t begin with o hookup, but I was pleasantly surprised.

I still didn’t fully understand what Aaron did for a living, but if he made money, he didn’t show it – clothes being the exception. He had his own two-bedroom house, charmingly rustic with a vivid garden front and back. A ten-year-old black cat named Elote kept him company and yes, I would give my life for him in a heartbeat.

The cat, not Aaron. At least not yet

“What do you mean?” I lied, taking the small cup of ranch our waiter had provided and drizzling it over my Caesar salad. Today’s discovery was a Victorian-style house turned coffee shop. It felt like stepping into France, or at least what I imagined indoor France felt like.

“I mean, weren’t you planning on telling Tara what happened?” Aaron asked, taking a sip from his coffee. Psychopath – he liked it black.

If I could avoid it? No. But otherwise? “If she asked or got back to me, but I keep wondering if she never texted me ’cause she didn’t wanna confront me.”

“If it’s eating you up,” he started, “then it’s probably worse for her. For you, it’s keeping a single thing. For her, it’s Pandora’s box with the love of her life.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, cringing at myself. I didn’t love how often Aaron said the quiet part out loud, but it was mostly overdue. Turns out your redemption actions don’t undo the damage right away.

“But be honest,” he continued, “are you more scared of Tara knowing you slept with Landon or with accepting that Landon isn’t the guy you thought he was?”

“I mean….” I dragged. Aaron was not amused, He held my gaze as he drank his coffee. We both already knew the answer.

“It’s just a lot, alright?” I answered, “I mean, Landon and I are so close. You don’t know what it’s like being joined by the hip to someone for so long and then poof – you have to question everything they said to you.”

Aaron swallowed and cautiously put his cup down. “I do actually. I had a divorce finalized two years ago.”

An “oh shit” slipped out of me. I quickly sat up and covered my mouth. Aaron laughed sadly.

“It’s fine, it just had to happen.”

“What do you mean by that? Did he cheat? Don’t tell me he cheated. Or was it a she? Did you end up coming out when married?”

“Slow down, cowboy,” Aaron scolded playfully, dabbing the edge of his mouth with his cloth napkin. “Nothing happened with him. We just… weren’t in love anymore. It was mutual.”

“Bullshit,” I called out, moving around the chicken on my plate. “Mutual breakups don’t exist.” I brought some food into my mouth.

“Just because you’ve never had one doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”

I sped up my chewing, covering my mouth as the last parts were swallowed. “Mm-mm, that’s not how it works.”

“Careful, I figured you wouldn’t struggle with swallowing,” Aaron teased. I rolled my eyes, sipping water as he went on. “I’ve been in bad breakups, but it wasn’t like that with my ex-husband. We just realized the spark wasn’t there anymore.”

That sounded worse than being cheated on. At least there you knew there was a reason. Falling out of love after investing all that şişli escort time? I couldn’t survive it. “I’d rather them just dump me. I don’t know how you dealt with that.”

Aaron’s shoulders rose with a deep breath. “Well, since he was my first on everything-“

“Please tell me you’re joking.” The mere thought of marrying your first boyfriend, the first guy who saw you naked, the first of all firsts only to end up divorced someday? This anecdote was starting to make me feel worse.

“No, and I’m glad. I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better man for all those experiences. He just wasn’t, you know,” Aaron shrugged, “the one.”

“If someone like you didn’t find the one, what does that mean for the rest of us?” I grumbled, crunching on a piece of lettuce.

Aaron tilted his head. “Who said I gave up looking? I had my little post-breakup fuck-everything-you-see season, but I think that’s coming to an end. I’d love to try again.”

My chewing slowed as I finished. “Are you saying…”

Quick enough to bruise my ego, Aaron shook his head. “No, I’m not talking about you. You’re in no place to be dating.”

He was right, of course, but was I not worth a double take to fill the husband’s slot? I interrupted my thoughts with some water. I was getting sick of the self-deprecation.

I chose to focus on the little things. “It’ll be a bummer to have to let you go once you settle, but that just means we have to enjoy the sex from here ’til then.”

Aaron laughed dryly. “I never plan on hooking up with you again, Heath.”

I wondered if the low self-confidence was just me acknowledging how others thought of me. Was I too dramatic in feeling a small pang in my chest? “Rough, man. I never even got to finish.”

“And I will regret that for the rest of my life,” Aaron dramatized as I gave him a sour smile. He leaned across the table, placing his hand on top of mine. They were always warm. Thankfully I was pretty much done with my salad, as his warm cologne filled my nostrils. Cinnamon. “Heath, you’re a very… intriguing guy.”

“In… a good way?” Was there a good way?

He gave me a half smile. “In a great way. And precisely because these past weeks I’ve gotten to know you and like you around is why I don’t want to ruin it. Does that make sense?”

It did. I had also really warmed up to Aaron. It was nice having a guy friend that could both understand me and not try to fuck me… at least not anymore. He was mature, but not condescending. Plus, his cat loved me. I couldn’t afford to lose that relationship.

But I joked anyway, exaggerating a sigh. “Be honest, is it because I’m losing muscle?”

Aaron shook a “no” with a grin. “You’re insufferable. Plus, I already offered for you to join me at my gym. I’m allowed a guest when I go.”

I was yet to see Aaron naked, but based on his legs alone he could have killed me with his thighs if he felt like it. His suit jackets did a good job of hiding his arms, but once they were off the definition of his muscles loved distorting his dress shirts. Who knew how many elephants he was lifting every week? “I’m not in the right headspace to be intimidated by a bunch of Adonis… ses. Adoni?”

“That’s a very small demographic, but if you insist,” he pulled back from my hand. I couldn’t help noticing how much colder it felt. I slipped it into my jacket pocket. “But back to the topic, I’ve had my fun. I’m ready to settle down.”

“And you’re not scared of it going wrong again?” I asked, unable to help myself.

Aaron remained relaxed. “Not at all, especially because last time it didn’t go wrong. It just wasn’t what I thought it was. That’s okay.”

“Couldn’t be me.” Okay, he didn’t ask and by the looks of it didn’t care about my sexual endeavors, but I couldn’t help but let him know anyway. Maybe that was why he hung out with me; I was his ghost of Christmas past, his reminder of how much better off he was now that he was leaving meaningless sex and instability behind, even if it was brief for him.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you were my last casual hook-up,” Aaron added, his lips turning upright. “If I’d known we’d end up here, I would’ve bought you that beer sooner.”

Aw. “You’re so fucking lame,” I retorted with my own smile. He chuckled and excused himself to go to the bathroom. I grabbed his napkin from a clean corner and hid it underneath a plate.

Whatever Aaron’s reason for keeping me around, I wouldn’t overthink it anymore. God knew I needed to hold onto the few friends I had left.

–

It only took a very brief and totally not at all strenuous month for me to be the one to cave. At my therapist’s suggestion, I sent a text to Tara, asking her if we could grab some dinner, or a drink, or anything if it meant finally coming clean. I had woken up that Sunday with the determination to finally find closure. Although the message was delivered, there was still no answer.

My therapist had brought up patience as being crucial in asking beyoğlu escort for forgiveness, but I was very anxious as Sunday came to an end without as much as a read receipt.

By Monday there was still no answer. I went on as usual.

By Tuesday there was still no answer. I met up for a quickie with a guy I met on Tinder. Too much teeth.

By Wednesday there was still no answer. I had to call Claudia and Jolene an Uber halfway through the class. Guess they pregamed.

By Thursday there was still no answer. I had the day off and went to Aaron’s. His mom made a surprise visit and promised to teach me how to make flour tortillas.

By Friday there was still no answer. I went to watch a local band and went home with the lead singer – then left immediately when I saw the photos she had hanging on her wall with her boyfriend. What can I say? Therapy works.

By Saturday I had a read receipt. To celebrate I sent a message to catch up with Fawn and finally submit my portfolio for consideration. I spent the entire day painting – it had been a while since I had for myself.

By Sunday I had a text waiting for me as I gathered my stuff from Aaron’s gym locker. He stood behind me, wiping off sweat with the bottom of his shirt, his abs raising and sinking as he caught his breath. “You good?”

I read over the message, a drop of my sweat splashing on the screen. “Yeah. It’s Tara. She wants to meet up tonight to talk.”

“Are you gonna go?”

I wiped my phone off on my shirt, looking over my shoulder into Aaron’s concerned eyes. “I can’t afford not to.”

–

“Thanks, Helen,” I said to our server as Tara and I sat at a secluded booth at Alessandro’s. I had accidentally become a regular over the weeks. Helen smiled politely and placed the drinks before us. A beer for me, a lemonade for Tara.

We had politely greeted each other but abstained from a quick peck or hug. By how nervous she looked, she likely wasn’t capable of even faking etiquette right now.

“So….” I started, my heart beating at a million miles per hour. I was here to tell her everything – the hotel confession, the make-out at the library, the sex, the drunken conversation.

But she beat me to it. “I know, Heath. Everything. He told me everything.”

I opened my mouth, feeling the automatic need to make up some excuse or pretend to be in the dark. Aaron’s voice rang in my head before I could. I had to accept that that guy wasn’t me anymore. “I… I’m so sorry, Tara.”

Tara’s gaze went down to her drink, taking a moment to herself. “I’m not saying what you did is okay. It wasn’t, even thinking what you did. At the end of the day, you were okay with him doing that to me.”

I felt a lump in my throat but spoke through it. “I know, I’m sorry-“

“I’m not done,” Tara raised her hand, motioning for me to stop talking. She took a drink before continuing. “I didn’t even want to believe him, I didn’t think I could. The worst part was that he continued to deny what you told me until I found a bottle of lube in his dresser.”

Guess I wasn’t getting that KY back.

“And as I’m sure he told you, we’ve slept together before. We’ve never used that. So the night you texted… I asked if he was cheating, and it all came out.”

I couldn’t do anything but mouth an apology. She raised her eyes again, locking on mine.

“If he had told me he was also into men, that’d be one thing. I could have lived perfectly fine with that fact. I could have even lived with him being gay. Knowing how we were raised… I couldn’t blame him for wanting to hide that.”

I held my breath as her eyes burnt into my skull.

“But knowing he chose to cheat, to lie to my face about being in love with you and instead choosing to fabricate all these lies to push me – us – away from the truth for the sake of wanting to protect our engagement… only to take you to bed anyway.”

I didn’t know which part I wanted to dissect the most: him saying he was in love with me, him revealing he was bisexual, or finally knowing why he lied about Tara and I. Scratch that – if I could, I wouldn’t know any of it at all.

With mixed feelings, I still felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, almost like I could breathe again. The worst part was over, now came the consequences. A month had prepared me for this.

Unfortunately, weekly therapy sessions didn’t prevent my chest from hurting as I watched tears stream down Tara’s cheeks, leaving black trails on her otherwise flawless skin.

“I’ve always been a very forgiving person, Heath. I’ve always tried to seek compassion despite others hurting me. I’m wondering if you regret anything you did.”

“I do,” I answered instantly. “Tara I was an awful, awful piece of shit. I thought you were a horrible person and I used that as my justification, but I never even bothered to verify that. I’m not trying to excuse it, I just hope it explains why I went ahead anyway.”

“Surprisingly, it does.” It etiler escort surprised me indeed. “I mean, why wouldn’t you trust your best friend of years? Why wouldn’t I trust my fiance? Oh…”

Her tears turned into streams. I started to get up, instead choosing to stay in my seat. I wasn’t sure if hugging her was the best course of action. Might be hard to find comfort in the man who helped in wrecking your marriage.

“I will always regret doing that to you, no excuse. You deserved better then, you deserve better now. I contributed to this and I am so, so sorry Tara. I should’ve told you when I last saw you – hell, I should’ve told you when he first told me.”

“But you didn’t remember?” Tara gasped for air, attempting to prevent herself from breaking into sobs. She took out some tissues from her purse and dabbed her nose. “Heath, I don’t harbor hate for you. You’re not someone I would want around me, but I couldn’t move on without talking about this. Without confronting you. So I ask one final question…. are you in love with him?”

The weight of the question hung in the silence. I knew I had enjoyed being with him. I knew I loved him amicably ever since we became close, but unlike my recent behavior I hadn’t sought out committed people, much less my best friend.

“I…” I had no clue. I figured if it was a yes, I would’ve said it. If it was a conclusive no, I would’ve too. “I can just tell you this. I’m trying to change. I want to be a better person. Landon doesn’t fit my goals. I could never trust him again after this.”

“That makes two of us,” Tara nodded. She opened her mouth to speak, hesitated, but delivered her thoughts anyway. “Just a final update, I guess. I filed for divorce this morning. He’s being cooperative. He’s even moving out and leaving the apartment to me.”

“It’s the least he can do,” I replied, “and the least I can do is cover these drinks. Again, I’ll never stop regretting what I did, Tara. You deserve so much better than this. Than him.”

“I know, Heath. I have no doubt about that,” she said, slinging her purse onto her shoulder. “I’ll leave you with the bill then. I wish things had gone differently. Most of all, I do hope you become a better man.”

I nodded in agreement. That was the goal after all. I motioned for Helen to come over as Tara left the bar. With my tab paid, I emerged into the chilly night.

I looked at the hour. My therapist wasn’t available to text, Aaron was out on a date, and any acquaintance on my contacts list would block me the second I suggested going out at this hour on a Sunday.

–

The benefit of Alessandro’s was its proximity to the gay bars downtown. I didn’t want to be home right now, so the nearest club it was.

I hadn’t visited them long enough to have forgotten the names, or new ones, or any other unnoticed additions. All I knew was that the lights were way brighter, the music was way louder, and maybe the issue was me getting older.

I walked into the least bass-thumping building. The streets weren’t crowded considering Monday was a few hours away, but the building in question didn’t let the limited customers discourage them from holding a drag show. It beat looking pathetic in a corner while everyone danced to poorly done song transitions. I grabbed a scotch and soda at the bar and found myself a table in the back, lending all my intention to the ongoing show.

When was the last time I had gone to a drag show? Scratch that – when did drag queens start looking so realistic? The queen on stage wore a voluminous wig that didn’t budge despite her running around the stage lipsynching to Gaga. I don’t know how much she spent to make herself look so natural. I toasted privately in her honor.

I seemed to have caught the ending of the show, the MC eventually announcing their closer. He added a red hue to the stage, the couple of audience members cheering at the slight change. Of course, I cheered too – I am nothing but a follower.

“Introducing the sizzling… the marvelous… the big and pretty from Salt Lake City…Dianna Fagron!”

We all exploded into cheers as Dianna stepped onto the stage, the music starting with her presence. She took center stage, a plus-size interpretation of Lorelei Lee’s iconic pink dress. Her wig mimicked Marilyn’s hair flawlessly, her makeup – while loud – was sharp, and by the way her ass moved when she walked, I wondered if just her hips were padded.

She mouthed along to the song, dramatically moving her arms and throwing her head back to what Shazam claimed was “California” by Chappell Roan. I added it to my library and grabbed five bucks in case she came around.

Dianna stepped carefully onto the floor, serenading (does it still count as serenading?) patrons as the MC uncovered a spotlight and followed her pacing. She took bills and stuffed them into her dress, stopping every other moment for faux theatrical belting.

When she noticed the sole person sitting in the back, she pointed at me and carefully walked up to my table. The spotlight illuminated me, throwing off my sight. It adjusted by the time Dianna was beside me.

It seemed like the song was coming to an end. She maintained eye contact, even as I handed her the money. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until she ran the bill down my face, one of her hands resting lightly on my knee.

A Fall in the City Ch. 09

Farmer Joe finds himself forced to live with his daughter and her boyfriend, Blake, for the entire Fall. The redneck hates being stuck in a small apartment in the city, but he has a secret. Joe and Blake have begun a relationship last Summer… Living once again in such close proximity, things could get steamy… and complicated.

This book is a sequel to A Summer at the Farm, told through Joe’s perspective. All characters featured are above 18 years-old and this story is meant to be read by adults only.

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 9: The Naked Gardener

When I first woke up in the castle, it took me a few minutes to remember where exactly I was.

I was stark naked, sleeping over the sheets, my strong morning wood fully exposed.

That worried me for a split second, my mind was still thinking that I was on Liv’s couch. Back at the shared apartment, I was way more mindful of my nudity.

But I was not there anymore. I could relax.

I had my own room in Fran’s mansion, and I bet she would not have minded to see me naked anyway.

I slid into a pair of briefs before walking to the bathroom next door.

I did not even know if Fran was home.

She was great about this; we were pretty much living in a separate aisle of the mansion and she did not seem to bother whether I was there or not. She never asked questions about my whereabouts.

We had our separate set of keys and I could come and go as I wished.

Already, I could tell that I had made the right call leaving the apartment. It was becoming way too nerve-wracking to live with Olivia while I was fucking her boyfriend on the side.

My bad, I know.

I was not happy about my last conversation with Blake but it did feel like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

The sex was very, very good, but I am not one to deal with stress and drama.

I like to be free and to not mind people around me.

Having to calculate my behaviour all day long was the worst, and potentially hurting my only daughter was the final nail in the coffin.

Even if Fran had not offered me a place in her home, I would have simply gone back to Utah and slept in a tent.

I have to say though, I was glad for the marble bathtub and the hot water!

Not that I was enjoying luxury, – I pretty much never cared about comfort or money as long as I could live by -, but my first few days in the castle felt like a vacation.

One that I had not taken since my early twenties when I had lost my parents and had to go back to the farm… Damn, it was more than twenty years prior.

The irony was that I was actually working a lot in the mansion.

I wanted to make my stay worthwhile for Fran and I was committed to do all the repairs work she might have expected, and more.

Being on my own was complicating some of the tasks where I would have needed a helper, but for fuck’s sake, I was fine working alone!

I was finally myself again. No argument, no serious talks, no stress… Just me, my hands, and some concrete work to do. God Bless!

I was not the only one working for Fran and I met her cook on my first day there.

He was a joyful Latino guy named Alfonzo, and from what I could tell, he was about my age.

He did not have my shape though… Alfonzo was morbidly obese and it was a bit scary to think that he was preparing Fran’s meals every single day.

Clearly, the two of them were on two vastly different diets.

But I should not talk trash about Alfonzo because the lad was good to me.

He had no obligation to feed me but he would always offer me something to eat when he was in the house. He could hear me working upstairs, right above the kitchen and he would come with delicious treats to give me a break.

I knew Fran was loaded with money but it was hard to say to what degree.

Her house was probably worth millions at this stage but she had bought it more forty-five years prior, when she was in her mid-twenties and when the country was under a much different economy.

Still, she had a personal cook, a chauffeur, and a gardener who I had yet to meet. She was rich.

On my second night there, we actually ate together and Fran told me more about her life.

Well, her life was way too full to be dealt with in one single dinner, but we went over her first and second marriage.

Her second marriage being the one which lasted the longest, and which gave her two sons who were now in their late thirties.

I told her a bit about Debbie, how we got married and how she got pregnant with Olivia very quickly.

The wedding had nothing to with her pregnancy though, we were very much in love and we knew that we wanted to spend our life together.

I also told Fran how proud I was of my daughter, how well she had gotten over the death of her mother while she was not yet a teenager, and how she had left the middle of the desert to pursue her dreams.

“At only 21, she’s already had an opportunity to live in London by herself for three months. Crazy how she grew up so fast.”

“She’s mecidiyeköy escort gonna be a strong independent woman, meaning you’ve been a good father to her.” Fran commented, holding my hand warmly.

My princess had become an incredible woman indeed.

I barely mentioned Blake, it was a touchier subject.

Fran was hard to pin down or to define, but in one word, I could say that she was free. We were not so different in that way.

Her freedom had certainly come at a great cost, mainly her family, but at over 70 years old, – I was still unsure of her real age, – she kept on insisting on living by her own terms.

That was admirable.

I gave some news to Liv over the phone. We planned a dinner on the following Wednesday and she told me that “everything was fine back at the apartment.”

I could not say whether she was lying or if, effectively, my departure had helped getting her and Blake together but I hoped they were okay.

By day three, I was feeling much more comfortable in my new home which translated into being way less careful about the way I was wandering around in the house.

Naked Joe was back!

That third morning, I did not bother with putting anything back on before leaving my bedroom for my shower.

Maybe I should have been more cautious? You tell me.

As I was about to reach the bathroom’s door with my stiffed cock in its full morning glory, pointing straight to the ceiling, the door opened and a naked man appeared in front of me.

“Aaaaah!” He shouted, in shock, putting his large black hands in front of his impressive genitals.

“FUCK!” I yelled, surprised.

Unlike him, I did not think about hiding my hard cock from his eyes.

Not that I could have hidden that much meat anyway…

The dude jumped, seemed terrified, and he started running the other way.

His wet bubble ass was bouncing throughout the corridor.

“Hey!” I shouted. “Who are you?!”

Instinctively, I ran after him.

Who was this squatter in Fran’s home?

“Help!” He screamed as if I was the one attacking him.

He ran down the stairs and I followed him hastily.

“Stop! Dude! What are you doing here?”

On the very last step, the one leading towards the main living-room, the guy fell face-down on the floor.

“Aaaah.” He screamed.

I had him!

I practically jumped on his back to prevent him to move further.

“Gotcha!”

My hard-on had not subdued and suddenly, I was virtually dry-humping him. Trust me, it felt more like we were fucking rather than fighting.

But what were we fighting for anyway? Who was this naked idiot?!

I felt his wet body underneath me. The man must have been in his twenties, he was very muscular, – not a hint of fat, except maybe for that ass -, with a broad smooth back.

He was quite skilled with his moves.

As I was getting startled, feeling my cock against his ass crack, – it had been trapped in there like a sausage between two juicy buns -, the stranger nudged me with his elbow and managed to crawl his way out of my hold.

The little prick!

I grabbed his feet and ankles before he could stand back up and he tried to kick my face as I was holding him.

“HELP!” He yelled again.

“Help?! You’re the freakin’ intruder!”

“HELP!” He repeated.

“Fuckin’ Hell, calm the fuck down, I got you! You’re not going anywhere!”

In his attempt to escape from me, he turned around on himself, and for the first time since that split second where I had caught him in the corridor, I could take a good at him.

My first thought was that he looked very much like Aiden.

Consequently, my second thought was…

“Zaid?!”

I had already noticed their resemblance at Eric’s party.

His eyes widened.

“Joe?! Joe Peterson? What… What the actual fuck?!”

I released my grip.

What did one of Blake’s best mates doing here… Naked and semi-wet?!

I stood up but Zaid remained lying on the wooden floor. In this position, my cock was towering right above his surprised face.

By the way, at this point, he was solely staring at my slab of meat.

Yeap, even in those circumstances, a twelve-inches gigantic cock remains an impressive and unbelievable sight!

“What the hell are you doing here, Zaid?”

“I could ask you the same question.” He panted.

He was out of breath after our little chase down the stairs.

“I work here! I live here!” I exclaimed.

“So do I! I’m the gardener for Ms. Davis.”

Finally, the pressure dropped and I burst out laughing.

“You’re the gardener she told me about?! Good Lord! Why did you run away when you saw me?!”

I extended my arm to help him stand back up.

His gaze was still very much on my cock but he did grab my hand (and not my dick) to help himself out.

“I was just scared! I’m usually alone in the house in the morning. I’ve been working here for almost a full year, I’ve never seen anyone, and especially, not in that taksim escort state.”

He stared right at my junks again; the poor boy could not help himself.

For some reason, I could not get Joe Junior to go back to a flaccid state. It was like the altercation had gotten me even harder, the tip of my cockhead was literally dripping.

To be fair, my insatiable rod had been in very close contact with a tight asshole and the itch of filling up a hole had been this close to be satisfied, it was sort of natural to be super horny now.

“I’ve just moved here.” I explained.

“But weren’t you staying at Blake’s?”

“As you can imagine, I enjoy a bit more personal space in here… Besides, Blake and Liv needed the apartment for themselves. I met Fran and she told me she was fine with me living here as long as I’d help her with some house repairs.”

“I see…”

“You live in one of the guest bedrooms too? She had not told me.”

“Nah… I’m just working here. I live on the campus. I come by several times a week to tend the garden, mow the lawn if needed. But she told me she was fine with me taking a shower here once I was done, I’m even allowed to take a nap and I’m sure that I could stay the night if I wanted some day. I’ve already slept here a couple of times actually.”

“Makes sense.”

He looked around the living room and once again, he hid his junks with his hands.

He had nothing to be ashamed of, – he was definitely a “shower” -, so I did not get why he had to be so prudish.

“I… I was about to get my bag with my clothes when you caught me.” He explained.

“Oh, no problem. But don’t be weird about being naked, son, that’s just natural. We’re between men.”

I could not help myself from teaching the right ways to younger guys.

Aiden looked at me quizzically.

He was about to say something but apparently, he decided against it.

“I’ll get my stuff anyway. Ms. Davis is gone for the local market, she’ll be back soon I believe.”

What would have happened if Fran was not supposed to “be back soon”? Would Zaid have made a pass at me or was it just my perverted mind talking?

My radar for guys drooling over me was sending me strong signals.

“Sure. I’ll get the shower I was planning to take.” I replied casually.

“Yeap.”

We stayed there awkwardly for a few seconds.

“I’ll use the opportunity of the shower to also take care of that big problem of mine.” I told, pointing at my throbbing cock with a grin.

He laughed.

“You should. It does seem like a release is much needed…”

My memories were a bit blurry but was not it to Zaid that I had already proposed that he touched my cock during the evening at Eric’s place?

It was certainly him who had thoroughly felt my muscles in front of everyone.

No, definitely, I was not imagining things. Zaid could not look away from my body and I could tell that he was making mental photographs for his future jerk-off sessions.

I was not sure if the boy was a faggot but he definitely wanted a piece of me.

Who would not though?

“What are you looking at?” I teased him.

“Nothing. That’s… That’s no ordinary dick.”

“I’d say that’s correct. What do you think about it?”

I wondered how far I could push this.

I wanted to hear him say how huge and meaty it was. I needed the praising.

“To be real, I think it’s downright crazy to be packing a monster like that. Women must be scared of this shit.”

“Women… Yeah… They often cannot handle it.”

Tell me that you would, I thought.

Make the first move, I dared him in my mind.

Zaid did not do anything, although, his cock was not so soft anymore.

“I guess I should get my bag.”

He finally started walking towards the stairs.

And once again, I could not help myself, I closely followed him. I wanted Zaid to feel the monster throbbing right behind his tail.

“Nice ass.” I even dared to joke.

“Never skip leg day!” He replied.

I refrained from spanking it, that would have been going too far.

We were up the stairs and there was his bag with his change of clothes right there.

He bent over to pick it up, I had a very brief sneak peak of his brownish asshole, – very slightly hairy, I thought he was trimming -, and I stopped our little flirtatious game there.

It had been foolish to start with anyway; I was not going to do anything with a buddy of Blake. Right?

“I’ll go take my shower; do you want to stay for breakfast? I don’t think Alfonzo’s here but I can make something. Eggs and bacon?”

“Sure, I can stay. But don’t worry, I’ll make breakfast while you’re in the bathroom.” He said while putting his underwear on.

As I had already noticed, the men from his generation were not afraid to wear tight stuff to enhance their assets.

I was glad.

“Thanks, pal. Sorry about the chase down the stairs!”

“That will be a funny anecdote. Blake will be laughing his ass off when I’ll tell him about it.”

I çapa escort felt a bit uncomfortable with that.

Although, I assumed that Zaid would not mention my dick rubbing against his ass anyway.

Besides, Blake was not my problem anymore. I had to stop thinking about him.

I went to the bathroom, enjoyed my shower and as I had planned, I also jerked off under the water.

My cock desperately needed the release and it was smarter to be less horny when I would get to hang out with Zaid again.

You know, to avoid any temptation.

In the past, I would have certainly gone back to the kitchen in my birthday suit, only to have Zaid staring at my junks again, but I had learned some lessons from Blake.

Harmless fun is all good, but playing with fire can be dangerous.

I had to be more cautious.

I put on a pair of shorts (going commando) before joining him.

“It’s weird that Blake didn’t tell me you were working here, when I told him that I was moving in the mansion.” I told Zaid as I was eating the bacon he had made.

“I don’t think he knows about it. I’m a gardener for multiple houses and families in the city, it’s how I pay for my tuition. Also, I think Ms. Davis likes for things to stay discreet so I don’t talk much about her house, or her castle as she says.”

“She’s quite the character.”

“She is! But she’s very generous.”

Something clicked in my mind.

I remembered how Fran had jokingly told me she preferred much younger guys. She had also mentioned that she had nothing against gigolos.

Good Lord, she must have been fifty years older than Zaid…

It was weird though, to have her gardener take shower and “naps” at her mansion.

And why the need to be discreet? What was truly going on between them?

I kept my doubts to myself, this was not any of my business.

“I didn’t even know her, as Lova Lova I mean. I met Fran randomly at a jazz club a few weeks ago.”

“You like jazz?”

“Let’s just say that I enjoy going to places where I can drink a nice scotch and not be bothered with autotune dance music.”

Zaid smiled.

“I get that… So, you’re only doing repairs work for Ms. Davis?”

That was another odd question.

Funny enough, I think that Zaid was wondering if I was not one of Fran’s gigolos myself!

I did not care much about what he might think so I played with it.

“I’m trying to help her any way that I can.” I replied vaguely.

The breakfast was overall uneventful and quite nice.

Fran only came back home hours later, once Zaid was long gone and I mentioned that I had stumbled on him as he was getting out of the bathroom.

“I should have told you about him. Sorry about that.” She spoke.

“You did tell me that you had a gardener helping you out.”

“Yes… To be honest, I had almost forgotten that he was showering in here.”

“You never stumbled on him… Naked?” I interrogated with a cheeky smile.

“This is not of your business, Sir.” She winked at me. “How are the works advancing in the guest bedroom?”

She wanted to move on to another topic, and I let her.

Once again, whatever she was doing with college kids was none of my business. And given what had happened with Blake, I was in no position to judge.

Fran was pretty happy with the work so far, – there was nothing to be particularly proud of, I had removed the decayed tapestry and was now painting the whole room white -, and she already wanted to tip me for my help.

She was very generous indeed…

I did not accept her money though, and I was getting tired of her attempts of charity.

I had my pride and a deal is a deal.

Frankly, aside from the incident with Zaid, my life in the castle was pretty peaceful.

When I was stuck at the apartment, I wanted to go out all the time, in my new environment, I did not have to leave that often. I felt great by my own, only seeing Alfonzo and Zaid from times to times.

I did join Blake and Liv for a dinner downtown.

I had not seen them in a few days and they seemed to be doing better. In any case, I did not catch any hint of tension between them.

Maybe they were just playing their parts of “happy couple” very well?

Only Blake was different with me, he barely looked at me and would not be very active in the conversation.

If Zaid had told him about our encounter, he did not even mention it.

I could not be mad at him. I had imposed him the “break-up”, if we can call it that. Obviously, we would not be so friendly anymore.

Thankfully, Olivia was talking enough for the three of us.

Aside from her job and her classes, she had made progress with the damn insurance people.

“You’ll get to be fully covered; you just need to ask from the hospital a copy of your medical exams and bills. They can mail everything to you. I have already made the request for Blake.”

She gave me some paperwork and some phone numbers.

“Thanks, Liv. I could have never done that without you.”

“Don’t worry about it, but do it quickly, okay? Don’t procrastinate on this. I know administrative work is boring but it’s important.”

“I know and I won’t procrastinate. I promise.”

She asked me how it was in the castle and I told her that I was sure that Fran would not mind her visiting.

We agreed that she should come by soon and Blake agreed to come as well.

The WIngs of Love Ch. 01

It’s been exactly one year since I lost my wife Sarah she had no coat on, just an old t-shirt and a pair of well-worn blue jeans. I don’t know why I stopped. But as I braked to a stop, I skidded everything she had made seemed so delicious. As I ate I watched her, and noticed that she was awkward, she seemed to be trying to duplicate my actions, almost as if she has never used silverware before. Her expressions as she ate almost looked as if she had never tried any of the plain foods before, or that they were exotic delicacies to her. I found this woman fascinating, alluring, and mysterious, yet her innocence triggered in me the feelings of protectiveness that I would have only for a small child, not for a grown adult, even when it was a woman as attractive as she was.

It had been a long day and an even longer drive, so I was more than ready for bed. Since the water pipes şişli escort were frozen, I quickly filled as many post I was still in a strong state of arousal. As I shifted my position, my towel slipped off, and my erection sprang forth, only to press against the warm flesh of her belly. Angel slipped her hands down, pushing the towel the rest of the way off of me, and then grasped me. “It’s so soft, and yet so hard!”

I just looked at her smiled, and with great reluctance said “do that later, let me take care of you first.” Then I went back to kissing her on the neck, this time I allowed myself to slip down to her shoulders. I kissed and nibbled along her collarbones, as I massaged the back of her neck with my hands. As she relaxed into me, I became bolder, allowing my hands to slowly trace down her sides. Occasionally I would stop to enjoy the feel fatih escort of her breasts resting against the palms of my hands. Realizing that I was getting close to loosing control again, I took one of her arms in my hands, and started kissing along it. As I was kissing her, I was watching I discovered would give her the most pleasure. I took my time, making sure to keep her aroused. I wanted to keep her on the verge of an orgasm without pushing her over the edge! After I had made my way down to her foot, I gave it a long, sensuous massage, before switching to her other foot, and repeating my attentions to her other leg as I worked my way back towards the heaven that awaited me between them. Having worked my way back up, I found that once again her inner thighs were coated with her juices. This time as I allowed myself the pleasure of tasting them, I avcılar escort started flicking my tongue over her outer lips. Not until she was writhing around trying to impale herself upon my tongue, did I allow myself the pleasure of exploring the sweet treasure hidden within her folds. As I slid my tongue slowly down her slit, I started to apply pressure, forcing the tip just inside of her. I wanted to spend an eternity in that most heavenly of places. As my cock twitched & jerked, her breathing became heavier and she began to lift her hips up, I knew that neither of us would be able to hold off much longer. Now, with each pass of my tongue, I let it delve deeper & deeper between her folds, until it was fully buried. At either end of my stroke, I began to tease her nodule or slip my tongue in & out of her. As she began to climax, I concentrated on her nodule, allowing my slow languid licks to become much more frequent and faster. Finally she came with a shudder and a sort of a moan, as I felt a gush of moisture flowing onto my willing tongue. As she came, I kept it up until she had become too sensitive for me to continue and she pushed me away.

Tossed Salad and Tropical Juice

“I’ll see you next weekend then, I can’t wait!”

We were making plans to spend the weekend at the camp on the river and do some quail hunting. You were driving up early Thursday morning, then we would head to the camp for a long weekend. “The camp” Is a very well-appointed cabin overlooking the river, high on a bluff. It’s small but comfy with a fireplace and an awesome view. We were expecting some nice cool weather, perfect for a weekend in the woods.

The work week between was down to a crawl. Thinking of anything other than the weekend wasn’t working very well for me. Wednesday finally came so I went to get provisions for our trip. I loaded the gear in my truck, fueled it up and tried to sleep. Finally drifting off right before the alarm went off, my excitement level was off the chart.

You were arriving around lunch, so I busied myself double checking everything. Since we had become friends, we hadn’t gotten to spend much time with each other. Life was simply in the way. Restless with anticipation, I could only focus on finally getting some time to spend with you in a relaxed atmosphere.

Having only our texting for communication, I had long thought that you might enjoy the kinky side of sex. I can’t say why other than when you are closely connected to your own feelings they are easy to spot in others. It exists in many people, sometimes needing a little suggestion before it can become a known quantity in that particular person’s psyche. I learned of my own particular kinks earlier in life and found that I thrived on pleasing my partner, having few boundaries to confine my thoughts and willingness. We all have desires and fantasies and some of us even live them out. I felt certain that might happen this weekend with you.

I was sitting on the porch relaxing when I heard a car coming up the drive. Sure enough it was you! You were pulling in and I could clearly see a big smile on your face, matching the one on mine! “Well hello, stranger!”

“Whoowoo!”

I took in your presence in a flash, stunningly beautiful and a sight for my sore eyes! When we embraced, a surge of voltage ran between us. A friendly kiss quickly turned into a deep, passionate lover’s kiss, lasting long enough that desire turned into reality. Like two eighth graders, experiencing the heat of sexual passion for the first time, we went at each other like two people possessed.

One of the many joys of country living is that spontaneity is alive and well. Pent-up desire from months of teasing each other was about to boil over. I unbuttoned your jeans as you unbuttoned mine. We giggled like kids as we groped each other, tugging and pulling on each other’s clothes, 50’s sex was rearing its head, standing up, outside and partly clothed! I worked your jeans over your hips, down to your knees. You turned around and leaned on the hood of your car. I got my first view of your awesome round ass, as my semi hard erection sprang to attention. I rubbed your cheeks, pulling your black thong to the side revealing the smooth lips of your plump vagina, glistening in the filtered sunlight with some cream already oozing out, I spanked the head of my erect penis on the cheeks of your ass.

“Oooooh, don’t make me wait!” Not wanting any further delay, I pushed the head of my cock against your wet pleasure as you gasped, shivered, and pushed back against my pressure. “Don’t be bashful now!” With you giggling, I pressed your opening harder, the softness of your lips sending tingling sensations up my shaft and into my balls in tiny waves. I watched as your lips closed behind my velvet head as I moved it from your clitoris, ending near your anus.

Starting back toward your clit, I found your opening and pushed ahead in earnest, delighted at the difficulty I was having getting inside your tight delight. I quickly realized that it was going to take considerably more force. Grabbing your ass with my big hands, I held you still and pushed my hard dick slowly and steadily to the bottom of your candy, lightly tapping your cervix. Eliciting small cries and moans from you as I slowly pumped your wet kitty, all the way in and all the way out, savoring your world, stirring it with mine.

“Give me your fat cock, fucker! ” Picking up the pace, I was fucking your hot box like a man with a purpose. Reaching around you, finding your swollen clitoris rigid and wanton, I brushed my fingertips lightly over it. The net effect was tremendous. Your knees almost buckled but I held you against the fender of your car forcing my penis deeper inside which caused you to moan loudly.

“You bastard you! Fuck me and fuck me hard!” Rubbing your clit again brought forth animal sounds and a wave of a hard cum from you. Feeling a stream of your juice running over my fingertips and down your inner thighs, I drove my cock repeatedly in and out of your soft wet hole until I felt your orgasm building again. You gasped loudly when I held my cock inside you squirting stream after stream of my thick cum deep inside you. We stood there, locked together, panting, catching our breath.

I straightened esenler escort up and rubbed your cheeks admiring my swollen dick buried inside your vagina. As I massaged your cheeks, I opened them, making a mental note of a future play time, when I would be running my tongue around the tightness of your anus!

Regaining our composure while giggling and laughing you showed me your gear. “You take the first shower and I’ll load your gear in the truck.” You rummaged through one of your bags and pulled out a fresh thong and other essentials. I grabbed you and pulled you close squeezing you against me, kissing you deeply again.

“That’s what got you started before big guy, Let me go now!” Playfully, you pushed back from my grasp, rubbing your thong in my face as you passed by. The fragrance of them went right to my head, confirming that I needed to put my face in your ass soon! I loaded your gear and went to shower myself. As I was heading down the hall, you stepped out of the bath, giving me a very provocative look at your awesome body.

“All clean now!” you purred, showing me your perfect round ass as you did a little spin back inside the bathroom.

“Delicious!” I said as I walked by you, noticing your beautiful little boobs in the mirror, thinking about when I could suck them and taste them to bring you to another hammered orgasm. This time it was the vision of your derriere that I couldn’t get out of my mind though. “Train leaves in 15 minutes, ma’am!” I showered and dressed. Finding you sitting on the porch ready to go, I scooped you up in my arms and carried you out to my truck. “Are you trying to impress me?” you asked

“Yes I am!”

“Good, it’s working!” We loaded up and away we went.

It’s about an hour and a half ride to the cabin so we turned on some music and enjoyed the scenery. Particularly enjoying the scenery of you, all manner of fantasies ran through my head. Your shirt was open to the point I could clearly see your dark pink nipples and areola. The view was creating a stir in my Levi’s which didn’t escape your view. “Tell me more about the process of quail hunting” You laughed, catching me admiring your breasts.

I started talking about what we would be doing and why. How the dogs do what they do and the sheer beauty of that alone. I talked about some instruction of wing shooting and the importance of keeping your methods as simple as possible. We discussed the role that quail play in the environmental health of the habitat and the importance of it.

Before long, we were turning down the dirt road to the cabin. When we arrived, I parked so that you could see the breathtaking view of the river below. The rushing, gurgling sound it makes in the stillness of the woods is hypnotic. “Look around but always be aware you’re in the woods now. Every living creature is here so be mindful of where you step. This is copperhead and diamondback country and they are perfectly camouflaged.”

“Yes sir!” You gave me a funny little salute. I stuck my tongue out at you

“You better let that tongue rest up cause I have a job for it later!”

“Oh you do, do you?”

“Yes I most certainly do!” You flashed me that beautiful smile and shook your ass at me.

” Ahha! mmmm! I’m ready for you!” We got the gear and groceries unloaded and I suggested that we take a golf cart tour of the place and you agreed. We toured the River course as it’s called, enjoying the wildlife and habitat as we rolled along. It was nearing sundown, so we headed back to the cabin for a lovely sunset. We broke out a bowl and had some nice wine on the porch, watching the world go by. As we talked, you stood and leaned on the railing giving me an up-close look of your lovely round bottom in your tight jeans.

The vision from earlier this morning popped into my head and I began to think about giving you the best rimming you’ve ever had. I wanted to be sure that the experience was something that you wouldn’t have ever expected but when you got it, you would thoroughly enjoy it again! I wanted your orgasm to be the kind that made your entire body tingle all over, nearly making you spasm from the recoil of the feeling you got the first time you felt my tongue near your anus. How unsure you were at first but then how I put you over the edge rubbing my nose in your hot pie and licking your ass with my tongue!

The thoughts that ran through my mind about getting your pants down were pornographic. I wanted to experience your ass with my dick as well. I was dreaming about unleashing a torrent of my jism deep inside you while you clamped your sphincter down on my cock like a vise, feeling every one of the number of nerve endings that occur there.

But right now, I wanted to suck your nipples and play with your sweet little boobs! I’m a small breast freak and they have always aroused me, making my dick hard. I find that they are generally more sensitive than larger breasts and that the sex can be considerably hotter. I wanted to lay on the couch with my head in your lap in atakent escort front of the fire and suck your sensitive nipples making you cum if possible. Sucking your tits would greatly relax me.

“Let’s sit in front of the fire.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back!” Excusing yourself to the bedroom, I sensed that you were aware of my desire, so I stoked the fire and laid down on the couch. Fantasizing about what you might be doing, the spell was broken when I heard the door open with you emerging in a short robe. I sat up and watched you walk in front of the fire. I wanted to feel your long legs wrapped around my head while I licked your vagina and sucked your clit or licked your ass for that matter. All in good time. Right now, I needed to have your nipples in my mouth, sucking them with you squirming under me as the pressure built slowly in your vulva, drawing a rush of blood into that region, pushing all sensations to the absolute max.

Covering my face with kisses and running your fingers through my thick hair as I pleasured you intensely, I felt a serious amount of security and safety alternating from one nipple to the other, listening to your breathing and heartbeat, waiting for the heat of passion to envelope us both and for our juices to flow and mix together readily. Taking your nipple in my mouth, I would pull on it lightly with my lips, and lick it with my tongue.

The moaning and squirming that accompanied this indicated to me that if felt very good to you also, causing the pressure of the flow of blood to your clitoris to spike, just moments before you came with a force, shaking the couch, and causing you to moan. “Suck my tits you son-of-a -bitch!” You held my face to your boobs for a few minutes, taking time to recover, enjoying the damp sensation between your legs.

“I get first shower you fucker!” you said laughingly!

You turned to run to the bathroom and I grabbed your robe sash and pulled hard, your robe slipping off your shoulders falling to the floor. I watched your ass bob up and down as you ran, and I could feel my dick hardening already!

We laughed out loud and a few minutes after I heard you turn on the water, I walked into the bathroom and watched the water cascade down your stunning figure. My cock was hard in only a few minutes of watching you. I took off my clothes and stepped into the small shower cubicle with you. It surprised you for a second but when you felt my erection poking you, you relaxed, assumed I was friendly and soaped up my chest. Taking the soap from you, I soaped up your chest, washing your boobs with the same tender loving care they had given me. Holding our soapy bodies together, slipping and sliding on each other, my dick pushing on various parts of your lovely anatomy.

Pulling me down, you whispered in my ear, “I want to pee on you!”

“Please do!” A moment later, you were turning to my thigh and I could feel the splash of your warm pee running down my thigh “aaahhhhh! don’t stop!” I enjoyed the feeling for several minutes with you peeing down my leg until you were finished. Overwhelmed by the sensation, we held each other close waiting for the rush of it to subside. Several minutes later, the hot water began to run out, so you turned off the water and we stepped out to dry off. “Come with me. “

Taking your hand, I lead you back to the fire where we quickly warmed up. Huddling together under a blanket, letting the heat from the fire build on our own heat, we enjoyed a bowl and you had another glass of wine. Dry and warm once again, I was eager to explore your body, not wanting to miss even one square inch of it with my eyes, hands and tongue.

With our forms dancing on the wall in the firelight, I laid out on the couch and invited you to come and enjoy some 69 with me. I was ready for you to suck my cock and rub your smooth pussy on my face, so I could explore you and make love to your clitoris before I went on to devour your tight little ass hole. I could hear you making yummy sounds as you took my penis in your hand, licking the head first with your soft tongue. In a very short time, you had me completely hard, licking my rigid shaft and tickling my balls, scratching them lightly with your nails.

That feeling is so good that the temptation to shoot my load in your mouth was great, but tonight, it had to be resisted. Your round ass suspended over my face, I took it all in. The light from the fire was sufficient for me to see the beauty of your vagina and your tightly wrinkled anus. I slid my tongue lightly down your inner thigh very close to but not quite touching your labia majora. You responded with soft moans, rubbing your pussy on my face with a humping motion. I took your fragrance into my nose to enjoy it, running my tongue around your clit and down your wet lips, teasing you by getting very close to your rim then heading back to taste your delicious juice again.

Teasing you, I pushed my tongue all the way inside you, leaving it there to enjoy your delicious flavor, then flicking your fat beykent escort clit with the tip of my tongue. I took a glass candy cane dildo that I had heated in hot water and slid it slowly inside your pussy, watching it disappear. “Oh my!” you cooed “that feels really good!” I worked it into your tight opening until I could feel that you had a grip on it. You made little grunting sounds as you pulled it inside using the muscle control that you had displayed on my cock earlier. “mmmmmm aaaahhhh!” were the sounds out of you as I pushed the curved portion of the cane against your clit.

I felt your fingers take control over the dildo, allowing me to keep my eye on the prize….. your tight little ass! With both hands on your perfect round cheeks, I felt the heat radiating from them as I massaged you. Squeezing them and kneading them, I was enjoying the feeling of playing with the finest ass I have ever seen and listening to you coach me through your desires.

“Squeeze my cheeks tightly you nasty fucker!” Following that in a low, hoarse voice. “Make me give it to you!” I pushed them together and squeezed them very hard and then to your surprise, I popped them open, slowly licking the insides of your cheeks from bottom to top and from top to bottom. Panting now with anticipation, slowly pumping your ass up and down, you’re waiting to feel my tongue touch your cute little pink ass hole! Forcing your cheeks open wide, I ran my tongue lightly over the outer edges of the tiny wrinkles of skin around your anus and you gasped when I touched you. Your breathing was coming faster now and when I licked your hole, it sent a shudder through us both that was incomprehensible.

Rocking back and forth, giving me access to your beautiful hole, I licked you like an all-day sucker. Exploring you now, darting my tongue inside you pushing on your sphincter, asking to come in. “I knew you wanted to lick my ass” you said quietly. “I want you to lick it as much as you want and make me cum while you do it!”

“I fully intend to make you cum.” Pushing my tongue straight into your ass hole, reaming it around and around, when suddenly you squeezed down hard, capturing my tongue! I could feel you working the dildo feverishly on your swollen clitoris, your breathing accelerating rapidly, your round butt bucking up and down with my face buried in the cleft of your ass, my tongue working your round hole, stretching it, pleasuring you no end!

Alternately sucking my cock then stroking it as both our orgasms build to crescendo, I bite lightly on your ass and you are taken over by an orgasm unlike any we have shared so far. Pressing my face even tighter against your sweet ass, I shoot out a long, ropey squirts of cum as you stroke my rod. Feeling your hot cream dripping on my chest I release my tongue from your hole saying, “rub your pussy on my chest” You comply and cover me with your juice, collapsing on me totally drained.

We lay there a while recovering from our adventure filled evening. Rising off me, you stand over me with your hands on your hips, putting one foot on each side of me ” You are a very nasty bastard sir, please remove your toy from my pussy!” Taking a hold on the candy cane, I withdraw it very slowly out of your tight hole as you smile down on me.

I put my tongue on the dildo, “That’s riggghhht fucker, lick my cream off your toy! All of it! I’ll be in the shower when you get done. Don’t take too long though, I want to pee on your leg again!” I watched your ass jiggle as you walk to the bathroom, licking the rest of your delicious cum off the dildo. Getting up, I follow you to the shower.

“May I shower with you ma’am?”

” Why yes, come right on in! ” Soaping each other up, we hold each other tightly. “I want you to pee on my leg too.”

“I’ll be happy to! Think we can time it together?”

“Just let me know when you’re ready” Putting my arms lower around you, I squeeze your ass.

“I’m ready if you are” Moments later, i felt your warm pee so I began to pee on your leg too. We hugged even tighter as our pee ran down our thighs, creating another tingle of voltage between us. We dried each other and headed to the comfort of the bed. “Roy will be here at 8:30 sharp!” You laid on your side and I slipped in the bed spooning you. Wrapped around each other like vines, we were asleep in 5 minutes.

I woke up at my normal time of 5 am, ravenous. Like I hadn’t eaten in two weeks! I made a pot of coffee and sat quietly, thinking about the night before and the coming day. We had a big day planned for you. I was putting a pot of grits on when I heard you stirring. You stuck your head around the corner saying ” two over medium please” perfect, the same way I like my eggs! “Is it frickin’ cold?”

“Naw. only about 38 with a very little wind. High of 55. Layer up and you’ll be fine” I had some bacon in the oven and the grits would be ready when the eggs were done. “I’m starting the eggs”

“I’m almost ready!” We ate well, giggling and making naughty comments about last night’s fun. Finishing our breakfast, we dressed and got ready for the day. “I’m going to show you a safety video while we wait.” You came and sat on the couch and I played a video we use to remind everyone that you must be a safe hunter. A few minutes later Roy showed up. I had hunted with him before and he was very good. I introduced ya’ll and we loaded up to go shoot some skeet.

Theaters Afternoon Delight

She was bored and lonely didn’t have much to do, so she decided to go to a matinee. With the theater being empty, she got to sit in her favorite place, the back. Settling down with her coke and popcorn she waited for the movie. Munching away and not paying much attention, she glanced to the opposite end of the her row. And there he sat.

“Oh my, she thought, smiling, “not bad, I wonder what he would be like.” Then she noticed that he too was smiling, catching her by surprise. Smiling back, she dropped her head shyly. Being conscious of him at the end of the row, it was difficult to keep from glancing his direction. And every time she did, he was also glancing at her.

“Boy this isn’t going to work,” and then she noticed some movement. Looking back again, she watched him walk toward her.

Sitting down beside her he said,”Hi!”

She almost fainted right there in the theater, but managed to squeaked out a “Hi!”

He said, “I figured with both of us here in the back row alone, we might as well enjoy the movie together, do u mind?”

Hell no, she thought but, of course, remained calm and said, “…that would be nice.”

“My name is John.”

“I’m Claire.”

Then they started in on the small talk and sharing her popcorn. He was a very fascinating man, making her laugh, and knowing when to laugh at the things she said. It seemed they had really clicked and they both knew it.

The movie finally started and they settled back and started watching. A few minutes into the movie, she felt him reach for her hand; it fit comfortably. şirinevler escort When the love scene began, they looked at each other, knowingly. Reaching over, he kissed her, his tongue parting her lips, touching, tasting, exploring.

He leaned back and said, “Will you come to my room?” Taking her hand (she not saying a word), he pulled her to him, and they walked out of the theater. “I’m staying at The Grand and I’m in room 212, come to me.”

Her heart leaped and she felt a shiver go through her. Walking to her car she kept asking herself, ” What am i going to do? Should i do this? Shit!” As she was driving away from the theater, amazement and excitement engulfed her as she realized she was going to go. When she arrived, she knocked on the door-it opened and she walks in.

Taking her hand, he walks her to the bed, stops, turns to her and kisses her again. Kissing more passionately, they embrace. He moves his hands down her front and slowly removes her blouse. Touching and caressing her breasts, he feels her nipples, noticing how hard they are. Bending down, he takes her nipple in his mouth and teases. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he smiles to himself.

She pulls him back up and takes his shirt off she then slowly runs her hand across his chest, moving her mouth down to lick and nibble on his own hardened nipples. She moves back up and he pulls her closer. They feel the nakedness of each other.

Moving his hand on down to her pants, he unbuttons them. They fall around her feet. Looking at her, he takes topkapı escort his hands and touches the soft, silky, warm, loveliness of her pussy and sighs as he watches her eyes close with passion. With his finger, he slightly spreads the lips of her pussy open and feels her wetness. He smiles knowing how much she is wanting him. With his pants off now, he feels her take his cock in her hand. Slowly stroking him, he kisses her again, feeling her lean into him. Hearing her moan and listening to her ever deepening breathing, he moves her back toward the bed. Laying her back he gazes upon her.

Laying naked in bed, she looks up at him as he lays over her. Positioned with her arms above her head, he looks down at her breasts and hard nipples. He leans down, takes one of them in mouth and sucks hard. Lifting his mouth a little, he licks her nipple and nibbles at it with his teeth. She squirms under him. Slowly moving on down her body, licking and tasting her, he stops at her clit. Sucking and nibbling on her swollen, wet, tender clit, he hears her gasp. Her legs spread wider for him. Grabbing his head, she moves him down and back to her clit having him lick and suck everything she has to offer.

Moving back up to her mouth, he kisses he roughly and pushes his cock deep inside her. Fucking her now, he watches her eyes close and sees her lucious, full mouth part with each slow loving breath of ecstasy she takes. He bends down again and kisses her, taking her tongue in his mouth sucking it back and forth with each stroke he takes in her çapa escort pussy. Moving back and forth on his hard cock, she grabs him and rolls over with his cock still in her. Straddling him she looks down at him. By moving her arms up over her head, she makes her heavy breasts arch up and out. Grabbing them, he plays with her nipples. She gets on her knees enough so that he can watch his cock going in and out of her. She starts to fuck on his cock-moving, arching her pussy. Moving her pussy down on him she rotates around on his cock, sending him into wonderful ecstasy. She grinds on him, using the wetness running down the shaft of his cock from her.

Her head back and breasts swaying and moving in his hands, he, watching her pussy work its wonder, is almost ready to cum. Quickly, she moves off him and slides down between his legs. Grabbing his cock in her hands, she strokes and looks up to his eyes and smiles. Her mouth moves down and sucks him deep in. Her mouth starts to move up and down on his hard, firm cock while her hand strokes him. She takes him down deep in her mouth and sucks him hard while her hand moves down to his balls, caressing and squeezing.

He starts to fuck her mouth; she grabs his hips and moves her mouth with him. As he starts to moan and his breath grows more short, she knows he is getting close. She moves her mouth to the tip of his cock. Sucking the head, teasing the hole, she feels him tense and quickly takes him deep in her mouth for the final time. He grabs her head and holds her down. She starts to suck and suck hard. Feeling each thrust and squirt of cum hitting the back of her throat, she sucks and swallows. Tasting the hot cum, she smiles to herself knowing she has made him happy. Swallowing the last of his wonderful, hot, delicious cum, she goes back up to the head and licks the last of his drops.

They Neighbor’s Wife

Shelly Peters, a tall Black woman in her mid-thirties, smiled when she heard the car door slam next door.

“Show time,” she muttered to herself.

She breezed upstairs, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. The lonely housewife pulled her outer garments off as a large man with brown hair and broad build went into the house next door. She adjusted the master bedroom’s blinds so she could see right into the upper-most floor of the Hill’s house.

It had been a couple of months since she and her husband Jerry had moved into this house. They’d been having trouble for a long time and Shelly felt a new house, new neighborhood might brighten things up. They hadn’t, Shelly sighed, pulling her bra loose and stroking her erect nipples.

Jerry had never been a good lover and, as she’d just found out, it was his ridiculously low sperm count that was keeping them from having a baby. Now she contented herself each afternoon with watching her neighbors, Rita and Mitch Hill, fuck like rabbits. At first, she was disturbed by the sight, but found she couldn’t help but watch. Now she made it a part of her routine, stripping naked each day and watching while she pleased herself.

Rita was a short, thin blonde woman, twenty-two or so but looked much younger, merely sixteen. Beautiful blue eyes, short but firm breasts that stood out. Today she was waiting for Mitch upstairs, dressed up like a nurse, well sort of. The Hill’s had quite a selection of outfits and this one in particular was very sexy. It featured a white blouse, skirt, nylons, and high heels. About the only color was from her ruby lips and the cross on Rita’s white hat. The Hill’s loved to roleplay, and Shelly couldn’t wait to see the outcome. She’d tried, unsuccessfully, to entice Jerry with any of these techniques. Shelly was beginning to feel that she just wasn’t sexy enough for him.

Mitch opened the door to find his wife standing by their bed, clipboard in hand.

“Mr. Hill. You were almost late for your appointment.” she spoke with a soft, high-pitched voice.

He smiled, tossing his suit coat onto the dresser. “Sorry Nurse…” he spotted her name tag, “…Kitty.

“That’s OK. It’s always a pleasure to see new patients. Please strip down and lay down.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please Mr. Hill, I am a professional.”

Mitch did as he was told, pulling his tie and shirt off. Then he removed his shoes, socks, and pants.

The “nurse” watched him carefully. Mitch was well-muscled, firm pecks, abdomen, and ass.

“Mr. Hill you appear to be in excellent physical condition.”

He left his boxer shorts on and lay down on the bed, loving the feeling of the cool ceiling fan on his near-naked body. “Thank you nurse.”

“Now, now Mr. Hill. There’s no need to be modest. I need you completely undressed.”

“Well, you see Nurse Kitty, that’s the problem.”

“Really?” she smirked, “what kind of problem?”

“This.” Mitch pulled the boxers down, freeing his cock, all eleven inches of it, for her examination.

“My god! Um, I mean, what’s the problem, exactly?” she reached out and stroked it, “Are you having trouble getting it erect?”

Mitch shook his head as his penis filled with blood and stiffened to rock-like firmness.

“Trouble ejaculating?”

“Sort of, you see, I can’t get enough.”

“Well, there’s nothing abnormal…”

He gripped her arm, his voice firm, deep and masculine, “No, I can’t get enough.”

“Mr. Hill, really. How often do you and your wife enjoy intercourse?”

“Two or three times.”

“A week?”

“A night. Sometimes more on weekends, if she can handle it.”

“She?”

“Yes, sometimes it’s a bit much for her body.”

“I can imagine. Ahem, I mean, doesn’t she enjoy it?”

“Every time.”

“Does it hurt her?” the nurse’s voice quivered.

“She does scream a lot.”

The nurse swallowed hard, “A lot?”

“Yes, I just don’t know what I could do. I’m afraid I may do something rash like rape my secretary. She’s this little brunette thing, pretty, nineteen. I’ve often found myself fantasizing about ripping her clothes off and having my way with her on my desk. Then I’d move on to fucking the receptionist, a feisty redhead, right there in the lobby. Even my boss’ wife if she were in the office.”

“Really? Well, there’s only one thing to do really.” She stood up, unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m going to have to fuck you Mr. Hill. Mind you, this is just for the well-being of the women in your life.”

Mitch smiled, “If you say so Miss.”

She’d pulled her bra off, pink nipples stood out, firm. Next, she slipped her heels off and then the skirt. She stood there before him, naked except for a garter belt and white nylon stockings.

“Shaved hmm?” Mitch smiled at the surprise.

Rita nodded, “HMO regulations for cleanliness.”

“Oh, I see.” Mitch was extremely aroused by now.

“Alright Mr. Hill, I’m going to have intercourse with you.” she massaged his incredibly large dick, “Please refrain from any excessive swearing bahçelievler escort or groping.” She straddled his cock. “Are you ready Mr. Hill?”

Mitch nodded and the nurse slid her cunt down over the head of his cock.

“Yes, Mr. Hill, that’s a good patient, just…oh god…just hold still.”

The nurse forced the remainder up her cunt.

“Sweet fuck!! Excuse me, Mr Hill. We must remain professional, Mr. Hill.”

“If you insist, though my wife bucks a bit more on my cock…I mean my penis.”

“Does she now?” she began bucking up and down his shaft, “Yes, yes. I can see why she does.”

Mitch loved the feeling of fucking; few things in life pleased him as much. His sex drive was out of control until he’d met Rita, a blonde hooker that fell in love with him and the massive beast he kept in his pants.

“Uh, uh, UH!! Is this how you fuck your wife?!? Does she scream and buck like this?”

“Yeah baby, fuck me hard!”

“YES! Does she beg you for more? Oh god. Do you fuck her like a whore?”

“YES! YES! I want it!” he gripped her waist and pivoted her around and then onto her belly.

“Mr. Hill! Please! This isn’t professional!”

“Shut up and get fucking, bitch!” His waist slapped against her ass.

“Yes sir, fuck me! Fuck your nurse! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh fuck yes!!”

Shelly couldn’t believe the way Mitch was banging Rita. His massive dick ramming deep into her body left his wife’s mouth agape with pleasure. Shelly hand was blur over her red, swollen clit, black skinned legs splayed apart, facing her neighbors house. She couldn’t imagine what Rita was feeling, but she knew it must have been heavenly since the blonde woman eagerly spreads for it every day and night.

She closed her eyes and wished it was Mitch that was fucking her. She quickly climaxed with intense waves of pleasure, “Oh, oh god! Yes Mitch, fuck me too! Please fuck me too!!”

The blonde nurse finally tensed up, her cunt gripping her husband’s dick, “FUCK YEEEEES!”

Mitch smiled; the sight of his wife climaxing on his dick was beautiful. The sensation of it was also very wild and it sent his own climax in motion, large gobs of cum shot down her vagina, filling the lithe blonde to overflowing.

He let out a sigh of relief, his body spent and his mind at ease.

“My fucking god, Mitch!” Rita rolled over, her cunt red and bruised. “I may actually need to let you fuck that secretary!” she giggled.

“Can’t take it? Huh?”

“You want me to say it?”

He smirked.

“Mitch, I can barely handle that big fucking dick! You stretch my little pussy out and make me scream like a banshee. You big cunt fucker! God I love it! And I love you.”

“Love you too.”

They kissed, long slow kisses with gentle passion.

Shelly wept as she watched the lovers kiss. Her life was empty, loveless. The weight of it all came crashing down upon in one moment. Something needed to change if she was to survive. But what? What could she do, a tired housewife with no skills, no experience. What…

She put away her thoughts for the moment and cleaned up the bed, dressing and going downstairs. Shelly had managed to bring her emotions into check by the time Jerry got home. He walked through the door and made for the refrigerator. Without so much as a word he’d grabbed a beer, his dinner, and was in front of the TV, some sportscaster’s voice destroying Shelly’s fragile sense of peace and quiet.

She stared at him. The woman couldn’t get mad, she’d let this happen. Jerry was once very handsome, strong build, great ass. Now he was fat, lazy, and what was worse, stupid. In high school and college, it didn’t matter, when his looks could slay a dozen women in a glance. Now he was simply a sad self-parody.

She sighed and ate in silence, preferring not aggravate her husband. Shelly went to bed early that night, tired beyond belief. Not so much physically, but emotionally.

Shelly pretended to be asleep until she heard the rumble of the garage door closing. It was easier than dealing with the moron in the morning. She’d dreamt all night about her sexy neighbors and had awoken with a dripping wet pussy. Despite her obvious arousal, she was unable to get herself off. She tried stripping naked in bed and fingering herself. Then she tried in the shower. Still nothing. Frustrated she got dressed in a white golf shirt and a knee-length denim skirt. Then she saw to cleaning up the house. Not that it really needed it. It was just the two of them and never any company or friends. As such, her chores were finished in less than an hour.

Shelly decided to take a walk. It felt good to get out of the house and she’d always wanted to explore some of the trails that ran in and around the neighborhood. The fresh air felt good in her lungs and before long she’d nearly forgotten how miserable life was to her. She rounded a bend and noticed a small stream trickling over some rocks. Shelly decided to walk down and take a look.

“Shelly! bakırköy escort What a surprise!”

The black woman started with a jump. It was Rita. She was lying on a blanket by the stream. Barefoot and clad in only a half-shirt and a denim skirt similar to Shelly’s. Shelly amended that thought, the skirt was a little short with snaps up the sides. Probably for quick access, Shelly joked to herself.

“So you’ve found my secret hiding place?” the blonde smiled. Damn she’s pretty Shelly thought. Really pretty. Rita was thin, but healthy with toned muscles. Her nicest feature was her bright blue eyes and cornsilk hair.

“I didn’t mean to intrude…”

“Nonsense! You come sit down and join me. This spot’s too beautiful to keep to myself.”

Shelly smiled and sat down next to Rita. Taking in the scenery she let out a long sigh.

“You too huh? I love coming here and relaxing. Kinda get away from it all.”

“Yeah. I could use that from time to time.”

“So, how’s…um…it’s Jerry right? Your husband’s name is Jerry?” Shelly nodded. “Sorry, I’m just no good with names.”

“He’s pretty forgettable,” Shelly blurted out, then covered her mouth in embarrassment.

“Shelly!”

“I didn’t mean that. I mean, oh sorry. He’s fine. How’s Mitch?”

Rita smiled contentedly. “He’s great. He just got a big promotion at work. He’s really moving up in the world. Makes me proud.”

Shelly couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt pride at anything Jerry had done. “That’s great! So when are you two lovebirds going to expand the family.” Shelly couldn’t help prying. Her own sense of anguish drove her to seek out other mothers-to-be.

“Oh, well, soon I hope. My tubes are an awful mess.”

“I’m sorry dearie.”

“It’s ok. Sometimes we have to live with the choices we make.” she crossed her legs and stared out into the water. There was an uncomfortable silence. Finally Rita spoke up, “When I was sixteen I ran away from home. I was a troublemaker and got myself into even more when I caught a bus here. I fell in with a bad crowd, real bad. Before you could say ‘Lolita’ I was prostituting for a living. Made damn good money that way. Anyway, I got pregnant which wasn’t conducive with my lifestyle. I lost the baby and couldn’t afford decent medical care. As a result, my equipment’s kinda screwed.”

Shelly was startled by Rita’s confession, but was overwhelmed with pity for the younger woman. “Well, at least you don’t have to do that anymore.”

Rita grinned, “Ironically that’s where I met Mitch. He was a regular customer. We fell in love, got married, and the rest is history.”

“Strangely romantic, I suppose.” Shelly smiled.

“In its own way, I suppose. Though it’s not something I’m going to share with my grandchildren, if I ever have any.”

“So Mitch was a regular huh?” Shelly smirked. “He seems like a nice, handsome guy. You don’t picture guys like that…you know…needing to pay.”

Rita giggled furiously. She glanced around, “C’mon, let’s head back to my house and I’ll tell you the whole story.”

They gathered Rita’s knapsack and blanket up and headed back into the neighborhood. When they’d reached Rita’s house, she let Shelly in and walked to the family room.

“Have a seat. Want something to drink? I have some killer hard lemonades!”

Shelly looked at the clock, it wasn’t quite late enough to drink in her book, but she didn’t much care today, “Sounds good.”

Rita sat opposite Shelly, legs curled underneath her, leaving a glimpse of black panties for her neighbor to see. “Well, Mitch’s story. Well, he’s different.” Rita giggled again. “Well he’s a regular guy, maybe to the extreme. He’s got this overactive drive.”

“Doesn’t every man?” Shelly quipped.

“Well, he needs it every night. I mean every night. If not, he’s a holy terror.”

“Grumpy?”

“That doesn’t quite summarize it. It’s an animal lust. And what’s more, he’s got the equipment to back it up.”

Shelly had seen Mitch’s ‘equipment’ and knew that Rita wasn’t making up the libido issue. “So what do you do when it’s that time of the month?” she smirked. She was feeling dirty.

“Take it up the ass.” Rita grinned as Shelly choked on her lemonade.

“Pardon?”

“I let him fuck me up the ass. It took some getting used to, but now I kinda enjoy it. When I’m not in the mood for that, I just call up a friend.”

“A friend?”

“Sure, I don’t think of it as cheating since I’m there with them. Besides, I like the break and the entertainment can’t be beat.”

“You mean, you let him…with other women?”

“Like I said, they’re friends. Some girls I’ve kept in contact with from my working days. Others are some we’ve met in clubs. Besides, sometimes I get to join in, other times I just enjoy the show.”

Shelly was flabbergasted. “I can’t believe that!”

Rita swallowed a gulp of lemonade. “It’s the truth. We both get what we need and at the end of the day it’s me he says ‘I love you’ to. fındıkzade escort I know it’s unorthodox, but it’s what works for us.”

Shelly stared at the blonde. She knew they were kinky, but this seemed a bit much. “How do you know he’s not doing someone without your knowledge?”

“I just have to trust him. Just as he trusts me. I know he’s fine, he tells me all his dirty fantasies and I tell him mine. We then do our best to fill in the gaps with our talent and imagination.”

“It’s almost romantic.” Shelly paused, imagining their life and how it differed from her own.

Rita smiled, “I have a bit of a confession to make. Down by the stream, you kinda interrupted me.”

“Interrupted?” Shelly didn’t get her meaning.

“I like to pleasure myself outdoors. It’s so relaxing. I thought I’d be alright without it today, but all this talk about Mitch and everything…”

“Oh!” Shelly felt suddenly embarrassed. “Would you like me to go?”

“Only if it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t mind. You can join me if you like.” the blonde smiled, hopeful.

“I don’t think I could ever…well maybe.” Shelly knew she should have left right then and there, but something compelled her to stay.

Rita walked over to her stereo, found the CD she wanted, and put it on. By the time she’d returned to her seat, soft music had filled the room. Shelly listened to it while her eyes were locked on Rita. She unsnapped her skirt and pulled off. Shelly wasn’t too surprised to find that her neighbor wasn’t wearing underwear. Her hairless cunt glistened, even in the soft light of the living room. Shelly could feel moisture accumulating around her own pussy. Normally, Rita just took her skirt off to masturbate, but she was in wilder mood, a seductive mood.

As she undid her blouse, she stared into her neighbor’s eyes, trying to read the woman. Rita found Shelly very attractive. Full body with plump tits. Most of the girls she knew from the street were built like herself, thin and small. When she was finally naked, she reached inside the coffee table and pulled out a box.

It was made of ebony, dark and mysterious. Shelly stared at it curiously. Rita, wordlessly, opened it and showed its contents to Shelly. It contained an assortment of vibrators and dildos of various lengths and widths. Rita selected a hot pink colored dildo. It was about average size, but she still moaned loudly when she penetrated herself. Shelly gulped, her mouth dry from the increased breathing. She felt like a pervert, watching her new friend slip the fake dick into her own body. Unconsciously she rubbed herself through her clothing. Rita smiled. She wanted the black woman aroused. Rita cupped a breast in one hand and began fuck herself in earnest. She called on her old work experience to put on a bit of a show for Shelly. Moaning and grinding, she worked herself into a frenzy. She bucked up and down on the dildo, ramming it home with incredible speed.

Shelly’s restraint broke and she hastily undid the front of her skirt. She forced her hand down her panties, hungrily searching for her clit. Rita pretended not to notice, but inwardly she celebrated the small victory. Shelly wasn’t pleased with her situation. She couldn’t pleasure herself with the clothes on. With one swift motion, she pulled the skirt and panties down and onto the floor. Dark bush exposed, she set about fingering herself with angry passion. She was sweating profusely. After several minutes, she pulled the shirt and bra off. The two women were completely naked, each staring intently at each other masturbating.

To this day, neither woman knows who moved first, but move they did. They met in the middle of the room, lips together and tongues probing. Rita fondled the black woman’s tits with care and affection. Shelly moaned aloud when Rita’s fingers found the black woman’s cunt.

“My god you’re repressed.” Rita whispered. Shelly could only whimper with pleasure. “That’s alright sweetie. I’ll take care of you.”

Rita slipped behind Shelly and kissed her along the neck and back. “Kneel for me honey.” Rita breathed. Shelly did as she was told. Rita found the discarded dildo and eased it into lover’s pussy. Shelly went forward onto her hands, allowing Rita the freedom to pump the dildo in and out at great speed.

“Mmmm. God! Yes.” Shelly groaned, her voice restrained.

“Let it go, Shelly. Don’t hold back.”

“God. Uh! I shouldn’t.”

“Shelly, cum for me baby. I want to hear you.” Rita quickened the dildos pace.

Shelly gasped for air, “Stop! I shouldn’t be doing this. Oh god!!”

Rita’s face turned serious, “Cum for me! Take that first step and let go!”

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Make me cum! I need it. Need you! Oh fuuuuuuck!!” Shelly caved to the pressure building in her body. Body shaking, tits jiggling, she let out a long, satisfied groan.

The blonde slowed her motions, allowing the black woman to compose herself, “That’s a girl. Doesn’t that feel better?” Rita stroked Shelly’s firm ass with soft, gentle motions. Shelly didn’t answer, she just laid on the floor, more relaxed than she’d been in a long time. Rita grabbed a pair of pillows and joined her on the floor. “So, when was your last time?”

Shelly turned to her new friend, “Hmm?”

“With a woman?” Rita clarified.

Shelly blushed, “Never.”

Thou Shalt Not…

Damn! I muttered to myself as the car began to sputter. What the..? Before I could even begin to wonder about the cars condition, it just stopped. It stopped in the middle of the road and began to roll.

No! I shouted. I really don’t know why I was talking to myself, but there was nothing else I could do. So I steered it over to the edge of the road and put the emergency parking brake on. What could be wrong? I wondered. Oh well, here I was, lost in the middle of some sort of farmland, with a broken down car. I sighed to myself. Just my luck, I thought.

This day was going great. The day I decide to run away, to escape my fathers abuse, the fucking car breaks down in the middle of no mans land. Great. He probably was too cheap to put gas in it I thought, rolling my eyes. I sat in the car and lit a cigarette. The lighter still worked. It felt good to have that tobacco in my lungs, even in the sweltering weather when I usually hacked up a lung when around any kind of smoke.

I got out of the car, and without trying to figure the damn thing out, I began to walk. I walked forward, because I hadn’t remembered seeing any houses in my path. I grabbed my few belongings: my inhaler, sunglasses, cigarettes, and lighter before I left the car. No use in others having my stuff, I thought. And so I walked and walked until my legs seemed as if they would give out on me, and I sat down beside the road.

There had been no traffic on this gravel road. Nothing, not even a tractor had passed. And with my short clingy cotton dress on, I would have been able to hitch a ride easily. I sat for a while before I heard something….singing…and something else….like weeds around me rustling. I stood up, but couldn’t see over the high corn. what was this place I’d gotten myself lost in? Where was I?

I thought of Field of Dreams, and contemplated seriously walking through the corn to wherever it may lead, but then laughed it off. This was not a movie, there wasn’t going to be an angel in the cornfield. But I did hear something, so I humored myself and began to tread through the corn. The singing grew closer, and I could tell it was a man’s voice. Saved, I thought.

I ran towards the sounds, but then they seemed to be coming from another direction. I ran that way, then they were coming from yet another direction. Suddenly I was lost again. I was turned around, and didn’t know which was the way back to the road. So I ran. One way, I ran, and kept running. I ran halkalı escort until it sounded ass if someone was chasing me. I looked behind me and- BAAM! I hit the ground like a brick. I lied there for a second, wondering what had happened, then I heard heavy breathing. Something or someone was blocking the sunlight. I sat up as to see better, and I saw him.

He was standing before me, looking as shocked as I was. Now I saw why Id been knocked over. He was tall and lanky, but solid from what I could see. He was wearing black trousers and a white shirt and black hat. But what was he? Who was he? Where was I? I sat up and held my throbbing head.

I groaned. A-are you- are you alright? I heard him say. I looked up at him and finally saw the depth and attractiveness of his face. It was then that I realized I was sitting with my legs apart in a dress, and my underwear wasn’t exactly very covering. Realizing he could probably see my pubic hair, I blushed and drew my legs together, covering them. He was staring at me. He seemed afraid of me. He seemed shocked.

I’m fine, I finally said. He continued to stare. Fascinated he seemed with me, as he studied every inch of me. I took this opportunity to stare back. He was taller than I thought, and his boyish face was bronzed by the sun, His clothes were simple, and he was sweating profusely, which for some reason, made me extremely aroused. I looked downwards to see a bulge in his pants. A HUGE bulge. I quickly looked away.

Where am I? He extended his hand to me. I am Joseph. You are at my family’s farm. How did you get here? He said all this while helping me to my feet. I-my car…broke down… He was still staring. I… heard someone singing, and I need help, so….

Your car…. he repeated. Broke down… Yeah, I said. Ran out of gas or something, I don’t know. Is there-I mean, so you have a phone I could use? He looked at me in awe. We….we don’t…we don’t have….phones. I stood, puzzled by this.

You don’t….um….ok….. I looked once more at his attire, and thought. Why not? I asked dumbly. He laughed nervously and said, We-we don’t believe in them. he laughed again as if he knew a secret I didn’t, and looked me up and down. Then it hit me. OH! You mean you’re-you’re…?

Yes, he said, we are Amish.

I laughed, confusing him. No, I said, I’m not laughing at you, its just…it was so obvious, I didn’t even… He smiled and turned away from me abruptly. merter escort I stopped my mindless giggling. Wha’ts wrong? I asked.

His voice cracked as he said to me, Your clothes. they are…a sin here… He looked at me again. If I was caught talking to you… I drew nearer to him, not by my own control. I just need…help…. I said breathily. Something was drawing me towards him, and I suddenly found myself so aroused I couldn’t move or speak. He turned towards me once more.

I stood, breathing heavily, wanting him. You are…beautiful, though. I would risk getting caught…. he blushed and then turned away again. It was that, that boyish statement that you could say, sprung me into action. I spun him around and kissed him, hard. I didn’t use my tongue, I just wanted to feel his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him passionately until he pushed me away.

Now I was really aroused. I had felt something. Something that I knew was not a wrench in his pocket. He looked at me shocked. I–I’m sorry, I said, out of breath. He looked me straight in the eye. what did you do to me? he asked, as if I had done something terribly wrong. But then he stepped forward and his hand reached out. He began stroking my hair.

Your hair…. he said. what?

I asked, in a fog of desire. Its beautiful…the way the sun hits it…I have never seen hair this color before… he smiled and continued to stroke my hair.

What, don’t you get redheads around here? I laughed.

He leaned toward me. what are you? he whispered.

I leaned forward and kissed him again, this time barely brushing his lips with mine. I sensed that he didn’t know what to do, and I took his hand, guiding it to my waist, his other still in my hair, and brought him to me. This time I took it slowly, kissing and gently nibbling on his lower lip before bringing him forward and letting my tongue brush his lips. He opened his mouth a little more, and I slid my tongue in, he tasted good, his mouth was hot and wet as my tongue danced with his.

He groaned as I pushed my pelvis into his, feeling his huge erection on my abdomen. I moved my hand down, gently touching it, and he tightened. I stopped kissing him just long enough to take down my panties. He looked at me puzzled and wantonly. I began to undo his trousers and his shirt. His body was incredible.

Sinewy muscles moved beneath smooth skin, and that trail of hair leading into his beşiktaş escort trousers, leading me to what I knew would be extraordinary. His shirt off, I kissed his broad shoulders, his neck, his nipples, his stomach, then getting down on my knees, I took down his trousers. He was breathing hard and making little noises, and I knew he had no idea what I was going to do to him. It surprised me to see that he had on no underwear, and his penis was large and erect. I looked up at him before gently kissing the tip. He responded by moaning and acted as if my touch was like lightening. I kissed the tip and moved my other hand to fondle his testicles.

He moaned more, and then I lost it, and took him in my mouth (well, as much of him as I could get), sucking and licking and slobbering madly at his manhood. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, and I stood up. He looked confused. I smiled and began to unbutton my dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the sight of him staring at my hard nipples and further down, my red pubic hair, excited me more than anything.

I sat down on my dress, leaning back on my elbows. Come here, I said, opening my legs. He stood motionless for a moment, then walked towards me. Kneel down between my legs, I commanded him. He had no idea what to do, and I realized I had to guide him. He knelt and stared at my private regions like he was seeing a wonder of the world. I moved forward and positioned him at my entry. He moaned and I grabbed him and thrust him forward into me. I cried out as I did so, his size made it an immensely wonderful mix of pleasure and pain.

He stopped all at once. Am I hurting you? he asked with genuine concern. No, I said huskily, just keep moving, like this, in and out. it feels good. I said, guiding him in and out of me by gripping his hips and thrusting him forward and then back. Eventually he understood and began to thrust on his own, only harder, making me cry out. Sensing my pleasure, he began pumping faster and faster, moving slickly in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around him and encouraged him to go faster and harder.

Finally he rested his hands on the ground beside my face, and began to pound and pump me, causing me both pain and indescribable pleasure. I felt him tightening and I screamed, knowing he was on his way. I too could feel the orgasm building up from deep inside me. When he exploded into me, I too, burst, screaming and shivering with orgasmic bliss. He screamed also and shouted before collapsing on top of me. Breathing hard and both sweaty, we had just experienced something beyond words.

Finally, after minutes of silence, he asked innocently, What was that? I laughed, and he said. Can we do it again?

I said to him smiling. You haven’t seen anything yet.

The Senior Trip Ch. 01

In the small high school in the little town of Lynwood, Ohio, in the mid 1990’s, a feeling of pleasant anticipation ran through the halls. Spring break approached and a week off from school seemed like heaven. For a small group of senior honor students, however, there was something more — a trip for a week in Washington, cause enough for elation. The group, four girls and one boy, anticipated a week of freedom and adventure, limited only by the supervision of a faculty chaperone. In years past, the chaperone, a Mr. Phillips, was reputed to be interested in having a good time, not being a wet blanket, leaving presumably mature seniors a reasonable amount of discretionary activity. Unfortunately, their euphoria was due to be dampened considerably when a different chaperone was announced by a notice on the bulletin board in the school lunch room.

One of the girls involved read the notice and exclaimed, “Damn, wait until Kenny sees this!” The response was immediate as Kenny Singleton came in behind her, asking, “What should I see?” Then reading the notice, his face tuned red as he exclaimed, “What in the hell is this? How could they pick the Witch to go with us? Good God, she’ll ruin everything for all of us, particularly me! What happened to Phillips?” It turned out that Mr. Phillips had personal problems, necessitating his being replaced by another highly regarded teacher — highly regarded by the administration anyway.

The teacher involved, usually referred to in private as “the Witch” (although some times the “W” became a “B”), was Mrs. Linda Kramer. She was universally recognized by her colleagues as one of their nicest colleagues, but she had certain tendencies that made her equally recognized as one of the teachers least liked by many students. A math teacher, she was a disciplinarian, requiring strict adherence to an extensive list of personal rules. She always had been something of a stickler for the rules, but in the last semester she had become noticeably more acerbic, more inclined to pick up on petty violations. Even the students agreed that she was fair in grading, but she was not evenhanded in her classroom activities. In every class she seemed to pick one unlucky person to serve as a foil, a goat. She tended to select athletes, extremely popular students and, of course, anyone who refused to knuckle under to her arbitrary rules.

In fact, if truth be known, much of her prejudice was caused by her fear of the students, themselves. This was not fear of physical violence, of course, but was a fear that if she let down, even for a minute, chaos would result. Actually, while she was 45 years old with a master’s degree in mathematics, Mrs. Kramer was relatively new to the teaching profession. She majored in math in college, married shortly after graduation and quickly became pregnant. While her two sons grew up, she stayed home, taking an occasional graduate course in mathematics, the credits adding up until, with the boys old enough to supervise themselves, she completed the work necessary for her M.A. She had no particular career objectives, just interest, but, with a severe shortage of math teachers in the school system, she was pressured to become a teacher herself. So, with minimal student teacher experience, during a summer session, she was emergency certi?ed, and, at the age of 42, began teaching full time at Lynwood High School. Thus, while she had the academic training, far more than math teachers who took education courses as their major, her classroom experience was relatively brief, and, frankly, she just wasn’t con?dent in her ability to handle discipline problems. So, she headed off the problem by staying distant from her students and sticking to rules.

That practice had worked effectively for some time, her genuine expertise in her teaching specialty making her an excellent instructor, particularly for advanced students, but something else had arisen lately to sour her disposition and cause her to be even more tart in the classroom — she was feeling old. Her youngest son had graduated from college and was considering marriage. Most signi?cantly, however, was the fact that her older son had made her a grandmother at what she considered far too early an age. Grandmothers were sixty-plus, had gray hair and wore housedresses and aprons! Heavens knows, she loved the grandchild, but she didn’t want to be a grandmother! Even worse, she had that not unusual relationship with her husband in which he was wrapped up in his work, and their association, while still affectionate, was more that of close friends rather than lovers. On top of everything else, he was insensitive enough to refer to her occasionally as “grandma,” rather that Linda. Since she could do nothing about these things, she took them out on her classes. She, of course, would have vehemently denied that such unprofessional motivations led to classroom bias, and would have been morti?ed if forced to face the truth.

The surprising thing about all of this is that Mrs. Kramer, in “real” life, was a pleasant, considerate woman, escort şişli easy to get along with and good to be around. In addition, at the age of 45, not a grandmotherly age, she had a ?gure that the girls in her class envied. She was a small woman, 5′ 3″ and weighing about 120 pounds, with breasts that were outsized and prominent. Those, plus her ?rm and ?t body, led even the teenage boys (and girls) who disliked her to speculate as to what she was like under her clothes.

However, as far as the clothing, itself, was concerned, there would have been few surprises. A devotee of conservative dresses and suits, with skirts longer than style demanded, Linda Kramer wore lingerie that was tasteful and equally conservative. The only somewhat unusual thing was her wearing of garter belts and hose, rather than pantyhose, but her skirts never rose high enough to reveal even that slight variation from the norm. Certainly, none of her students would ever have actual knowledge of the body under those clothes! She was very modest, as well as a conservative and disciplined, woman — and the bete noir of Kenny Singleton. Actually, Kenny was exactly the type of student who was almost certain to be the focus of Mrs. Kramer’s attention. He was a successful two-sport (football and wrestling) athlete as well as being the very popular student-body president. In addition, he had a somewhat perverse sense of humor which delighted in puncturing pretensions and violating picayune rules which seemed to have little purpose but to harass others. Unfortunately, many of Mrs. Kramer’s rules appeared to him to ?t that category, causing no end of discipline problems.

In fact, Kenny was quite intelligent (four years in the school’s honors program, having earned a 1500+ score on the SAT’s, for example), and that further frustrated Mrs. Kramer. When she asked a hard question, she always asked it of him. When he answered correctly, as he did most of the time, she gave no praise and went on to the next problem. On those relatively few occasions when he failed, she reacted scornfully, harping on his failure to be prepared. This, of course, was blatantly unfair, and, since he was very popular with both fellows and girls, the use of the word “bitch” frequently replaced “witch.” As a result, there was a continual feeling of tension in the classroom with him (and classmates) resenting her harassment (i.e. “always on his back”), and her, irked by his, as she saw it, ?aunting of her authority, feeling it necessary to rein him in.

In any case, regardless of who was to blame, the thought of having her as a full-time supervisor for what was supposed to be a fun week in D.C. was infuriating. Unfortunately, no amount of complaining moved the mountain that was the administration and, on the Monday morning of spring break, the ?ve students and teacher climbed aboard the bus for the long trip to Washington. In addition to Kenny and Mrs. Kramer, the group consisted of Beth Simmons (Kenny’s present girlfriend), Jenny Simpkins, Judith Warner and Angela Rodriguez. Kenny and the ?rst three girls had been together since kindergarten and Angela had joined them in fourth grade. They were quite close, particularly since the ?ve of them had been in the honors program throughout their high school years, thus being in the same classes most of the time. This, of course, made the girls resent Mrs. Kramer almost as much as Kenny did.

The ride to Washington was uneventful, with Kenny sitting with Beth. She did her best to downplay the potential problems, but the whole situation continued to upset Kenny. He had handled the classroom personality con?ict with considerable aplomb, particularly for an 18-year old boy, basically by refusing to be baited by Mrs. Kramer’s treatment. (Of course, now, at 18, he no longer was really a “boy” and he disliked being treated as one.) He recognized that ignoring her sarcasm and derision was more disconcerting and frustrating than any reply that he could make. Inside, however, he frequently was seething as he sat there, smiling and accepting her abuse. He always knew that at the end of the class period he could leave, apparently unruf?ed. Now, though, he saw ?ve full days that he had looked forward to all school year being ruined, and, as he told Beth, he was becoming very tired of “turning the other cheek” and was afraid that he would explode before the trip was over.

Here we have what is the basic self-ful?lling prophesy. As happens so often, anticipating or fearing problems leads to having problems. In this case, little things, minor comments or jibes which would have been ignored, or perhaps not even noticed, became major irritants. For example, the party checked into an old, solid middle-class hotel with the four girls being assigned to two double rooms with a connecting door. (Fortunately the thick walls and doors provided natural soundproo?ng to contain the girlish screams and shrieks which were inevitable.) Originally, Kenny and the male chaperone were to share a room and, carelessly, no one from the school had changed the reservations. With the original arrangements obviously impossible due escort nişantaşı to the nature of the parties, the hotel staff scrambled to ?nd new accommodations. There being no single rooms available, the reservations were upgraded to the only vacant space, a luxurious suite with a sitting room, two bedrooms and two baths — certainly far more luxurious quarters than the school system could have paid for. In fact, it hardly could have been better, solving the sleeping accommodation problem, plus providing a place for the group to gather and talk. Mrs. Kramer, perhaps innocently, perhaps not, ruined a good thing by commenting that the arrangements were perfect because she had to keep her eye on the only male in the group. Regardless of her intent, Kenny was sensitized to see any remark as criticism and this one brought him one step closer to that anticipated explosion. The same thing went on all afternoon and during dinner, with innocent or not-so-innocent remarks taken as criticism.

Added to this, it soon became apparent that Mrs. Kramer had no intention of following Mr. Phillips’ laissez-faire pattern of supervision. She made it quite clear that she expected the entire group to stay together at all times — under her observation. This piece of news was dropped like a bombshell as they separated and headed for their respective rooms. The group had no time to respond to this seemingly arbitrary decree, so, after storming around his room for ?fteen minutes or so, his ire rising all the time, Kenny deputized himself to be spokesman. He went out into the sitting room and knocked emphatically on the other bedroom door. She opened it and stood there with a startled and worried expression on her face, asking, “Kenny, is something wrong?”

“Something’s wrong, all right! You’re acting like a dictator and spoiling our trip! Why can’t we go where we want?” In fact, he was wrong in this case, for her view of a chaperone’s duty was completely innocent and followed the rules set down by the Lynwood school board. Mr. Phillips was at fault for lax supervision in past trips, and Mrs. Kramer, who had never accompanied a group like this, wanted to be sure to follow the rules to avoid problems and criticism. However, Kenny was not prepared to accept a rational response and, faced with what she regarded as an insubordinate and insolent student, Mrs. Kramer was not inclined to explain or be conciliatory. In any case, the issue of supervision was only the trigger for a long simmering feud, and consequently, the debate rapidly degenerated into a confrontation about the entire school year. While her attitude was the real cause of the bad feeling, there was sufficient fault on both sides so that each had plenty of ammunition. Recriminations ?ew thick and fast, tempers rising, until, ?nally, Mrs. Kramer exploded, shouting, “Young man, if you were my son, I’d give you a sound spanking! This is just too much! Tomorrow, I’m going to put you on a bus and send you back home!”

For Kenny, this was the ?nal straw. “If someone around here needs a spanking, it’s not me!” As he ground out those words, he gripped her around the waist, set back on the bed, and dropped her across his thighs. Flipping her skirt up over her back, he grasped the waistband of her panties and literally ripped them from her body. Hard as it might be to believe, Kenny was completely unaffected by the sensual sight revealed to him. Framed by the straps of her garter belt was a pair of hips that a sodomite would love — perfect globes covered with soft pink skin unexpected in a 45-year old woman. A deep crevice between the rounded cheeks ran downward, continuing as a slit between two plump, hair-covered lips pushed outward by her position. At that point began a very nice pair of legs with garter straps supporting sheer dark hose. All this was lost in his rage as he raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp slap, the “smacking” noise echoing throughout the room. That blow left a red imprint on the left cheek, quickly followed by a similar smack on the other, the ?rst two of many.

For Linda Kramer, the whole sequence was unbelievable. There seemed to be no transition: one second she was standing, involved in a furious verbal dispute, the next she was draped over a hard pair of legs, her head hanging down, her hips jutting upward. She was stunned, literally unable to comprehend what had happened. She was brought back to herself abruptly, however, when she suddenly felt her skirt thrust up and her panties violently ripped off, her most private features completely revealed. Oddly enough, her ?rst thought was only of the exposure, not why she was there and what was going to happen. She always had been proud (and even bragged) that no man other that her husband (and a few doctors who weren’t really men) had ever seen her naked, and now, for practical purposes, a student could see everything below her waist. She clenched the muscles of her buttocks and squeezed her legs together to hide everything she could and, loudly and with some questionable language and threats, demanded to be released.

When escort mecidiyeköy the ?rst smack came, however, her focus immediately changed. With a cry of pain, she ?ailed wildly, her legs kicking up and down, her torso twisting desperately. Efforts at concealment were forgotten, her legs spreading widely as she attempted to break loose. The blows rained down, smack…smack…smack, sending waves of agony through her body as she thrashed back and forth. There was no pattern to the action, the spanking hand hitting whatever part of her rear that was directly under it at the time. First one cheek, then the other, sometimes two or three smacks on the same spot as he was able to hold her still. Several times her efforts caused her body to slide upwards and the next smack would hit directly on her bulging cunt lips, bringing a different squeal of pain. The process was very noisy, the smacks, each followed by a screech or shriek. Between blows, she loudly screamed her demand that he stop and let her up. Thank heavens for those thick, soundproof walls and doors!

On Kenny’s part, he really wasn’t thinking or listening, only reacting to the rage that had built up in him over the school year and brought to a head by her injudicious threat to send him home. Smack…..”Ouch! Damn it, let me up!” smack….”Ow! I’ll get you for this!” smack….. “Ooooh, stop it!” smack…..”Ouch, ooh, stop!” smack…”I ’11 have you arrested!” It went on and on, her struggling, demanding that he stop, threatening, twisting and turning — anything to stop the beating. The blows were hard, intended to hurt, and they did. She had never felt anything like this. She had never been spanked before, even as a child, and the indignity, the humiliation, hurt almost as much as the hand belaboring her ass. She was enraged that he had the temerity to do such a thing to her, a teacher, a grown woman — and on her bare bottom, a thought that sent a new ?are of anger through her. The spanking went on and on, her bottom becoming beet-red as the hand-imprints merged into a solid, deep crimson.

As Kenny’s wrath was gradually appeased by his very thorough spanking of Mrs. Kramer, and his arm ?nally began to tire, he, bit-by-bit, became more aware of the erotic sights spread before him. The feel of her ass cheeks was quite sensuous as they quivered and bounced as he hit them, like spanking a pair of very ?rm foam rubber pillows. Her legs ?ailed back and forth as she tried to free herself, opening and closing, giving him frequent glimpses of her cunt, and, even when they were tight together, her cunt lips protruded in a fascinating way. He knew what a cunt looked like, of course. No teen-age boy, even in those days, could be ignorant of that part of the female anatomy, what with X-rated movies, porno sites on the internet, etc. Nonetheless, as his spanking slowed, he leaned to the side to get a better view of this cunt. However, that distraction caused him to loosen his hold on his victim, and she was ?nally able to pull free, rolling off of his lap and falling ?at on her back on the rug.

She had never ceased her struggle or her verbal assault and, she was in the midst of the continuing tirade as she unexpectedly fell off and hit the ?oor, driving the air out of her lungs. She lay there, skirt up to her stomach, her legs splayed open, gasping for breath. Neither moved, and it was almost as if time was frozen. Kenny gaped at her open cunt, never having seen a real one displayed like that. Oh, he had gotten two girlfriends, after a date, to lower their panties in the car for quick petting sessions, but little detail could be seen in the semi-darkness. Recently, as he and Beth had become more serious about their relationship, the petting with her had become quite extensive, involving mutual masturbation (and, even then, it was done more by feel than vision), but he had never gotten her to “go the whole way.” It may seem unlikely that an eighteen year old man should have such limited sexual experience, but this was before the age of “hook ups” and female virginity was still prized. As a result, research showed that, despite normal male braggadocio, close to a majority of entering male college freshmen had done nothing more than “heavy” petting in high school. As it happened, one of the reasons Kenny was so furious at having Mrs. Kramer replace Mr. Phillips was that he was pretty sure, from some recent hints, that with minimal supervision in a strange city, he might ?nally get Beth to “put out.” He had even purchased a packet of condoms in case the big event should occur! In any case, what was spread open before him was not the vagina of an eighteen year-old girl, sparsely hair-covered and virginal — it was the cunt of a mature, adult woman. In reality, it was like looking at the illustration of the female sexual organs in their sex education class. He didn’t consciously do an inventory, but there were the outer-lips, thickly covered with curly, brownish- blonde hair, puffy and somewhat swollen from being spanked. These external lips were pulled back in arousal, revealing the dark red, shiny inter-lips, the shine coming from the lubrication that was a sure sign of that arousal. Finally, in the center was an even darker red hole, the portal into her most intimate recesses.

The Weekend

This is dedicated to “Tex.” Thank you for the “inspiration.”

Thank you, as always, to Ted and Enrique for their insights as to the way sex feels from the male perspective. Thanks also to the lovely Kat for her editorial assistance.

*****

He was dead tired from traveling all day long. The drive from Texas to St. Louis was a killer, but he hated flying. It made this trip all the longer, but he didn’t mind the open road. All he needed was a few bottles of water, his faded Levi jeans, and the sound of Joe Bonamassa’s guitar pouring through the speakers. He appreciated the peace and quiet of his own thoughts, letting his mind wander, and forgetting about the stress of his real world back home.

Once he had arrived at the conference, the Texan checked in and settled in his room. It was a nice one, he always booked a suite when he travelled. His company could afford it. Once he had things the way he liked them, he went back downstairs and surveyed the hotel bar. There were small groups of people here and there, but mostly there were tired looking businessmen like himself sitting alone. He looked up at one of the many TV screens with no volume. “Why did bars do that?” he wondered; not for the first time. It made no sense to play five large screen TVs with no sound on any of them. Particularly the news. They didn’t even have the closed captioning turned on. The endless series of interconnected pictures made no sense.

Shrugging his shoulders, he took a seat at the main bar. He liked doing this more than sitting at a table by himself. At the very least, he could chat up the bartender and tip him well for the company. He raised a finger and ordered a bourbon, neat. He was wearing a clean pair of Levi 501s and a polo shirt with his company’s logo over the right upper chest. He felt like a dork, but his boss liked it when they wore the company insignia on these trips. His boss had never specifically said that he should or should not wear it in a bar. So, he figured he was in good shape, either way. At 6’2″ tall with raven dark hair and nearly black eyes, he kept himself trim by running every morning before work. He hated lifting weights and rarely bothered. He had been described as “long and lanky.” He supposed it fit.

He was well into his second Bourbon when a soft, breathy voice with a flattened, Midwestern accent said behind him, “Mind if I sit here? I don’t want to sit at one of the tables, it will only invite someone to hit on me.” Glancing over at the woman behind him, he raised an eye in frank appraisal. Yes, she would get hit on. She would get hit on no matter where she sat. A long drink of water, she must have been 5’9″ tall with long red hair and the most startling blue eyes he had ever seen. She curved in all the right places in just such a way that wasn’t fair to the male of the species. She was wearing tasteful black skirt and a white silk blouse. The redhead might as well have been naked, because he was sure every man here was mentally stripping her bare with every breath she took.

The man realized his was probably gaping like a teen on his first date. “Go on ahead, darlin’,” he drawled. He had found over the years that women from the rest of the country couldn’t resist a Texan when he said “darlin,” so he didn’t even stop to think or care of her modern women sensibilities.

Bingo! The woman smiled. “Let me guess … Texas?” She grabbed the stool next to him. The bartender dashed over to take her order so quickly that the man’s head spun. If he had to guess, this redhead never had to wait much for anything. She ordered a Long Island Ice tea, then looked back at him. He pointed at his glass for another Bourbon. Might as well settle in, he thought.

“Born and raised, Sugar,” he replied to her earlier question. “You can’t beat it out of me.” The bartender returned with their drinks. Ever the gentleman, he indicated that her drink should be added to his tab. She beamed at him, lifting her glass to offer him. They both said, “Cheers,” then they each sipped their drink.

Her eyes grew wide. These drinks were stronger than even a Long Island Ice Tea usually was, which was fucking strong. Making a mental note not to drink more than two, she smiled at her companion. His tall, dark, and handsome looks had drawn her over to the bar. His Texas charm was keeping her in her seat. Her high heeled pump hooked into the lower rail of the chair as she crossed her long legs. She was tall, and her heels added to her height. She felt it added to the effect caused by her long shock of startling red hair. Unlike most gingers, her hair was soft, and she twirled a lock of it around her finger.

“I’m from Michigan, originally,” she informed him. “I live in Iowa, now. I feel like half the state moved here with me after the economy in Michigan went south.” She took another careful sip of her drink. “I’m in bed with Big Pharma, they send me all over the place peddling their pills. What brings you to St. Louis?”

“I work in sales, too,” he offered, tapping the esenler escort logo on his shirt. “No big pharma for me, though. I am cuddling up to gas and oil. Texas, you know?” He polished off his third Bourbon without realizing he had drank it. He raised the empty glass to his mouth and was startled to see it was gone. The bartender was hovering nearby, no doubt because of his new, lovely acquaintance. He nodded to the bartender. “Ready for another, darlin,” he asked her?

“God no,” she laughed. “I’ll be working on his one awhile. This bartender knows his stuff and put some actual booze in my drink.” She handed it to him, offering him a taste. He blanched at the first sip. More than one of these would do him in.

“Lord, Sugar, it’s a good thing you don’t have to drive.” He then paused, “You are staying here, aren’t you?” He hoped he was still coming off as charming, rather than straying into ‘creepy.’

Laughing, she teased him, “Darlin’ or Sugar? I do have a name, you know.”

He laughed in return, clutching his chest. “Don’t tell me. I’m positive your real name is something horrendous and it would blow my entire perception of you, Sugar.” He leaned closer. “I’ll just call you ‘Ginger.'” He grabbed a lock of her hair. “It seems to suit you, after all.”

“Ginger” winked at him. “I guess I’ve been called worse. Go on ahead. And in return, I’ll call you ‘Tex.'” She sipped her drink, then clinked it against the fresh glass that had been set down in front of him. “Cheers, Tex.”

Tex had never been much on voices, but hers set his pulse racing. How did she do that? How did she put such a breathy tone to her voice without it sounding phony? He guessed her to be in her late thirties, perhaps early forties, but she had the voice of a teenager. A deeply oversexed teenager at that. The whole package was sex wrapped in a ginger-colored wrapper. He suddenly had a mental image of her wearing only that long red hair and a smile. He felt himself start to harden. “So, are you?” He asked.

“Am I what,” she said, giggling. The drink was going to her head. She looked at the bartender as he brought over a second drink. Had she asked for that? The bartender indicated another guy sitting at one of the tables nearby. She took the drink and raised it to him, but indicated she was staying where she was.

Observing the entire maneuver, Tex shot the dude a glare. He could find his own redhead, Tex wasn’t letting this one walk away. “Are you staying here tonight,” he drawled. The more he drank, the stronger the accent became. His polish, if he had any, was wearing off. “And please tell me I’m not coming off creepy by asking that question. I just want to be sure you don’t have to drive anywhere.”

Ginger smiled, again. God, he loved that smile. It hit him right in the cock, which was already half erect. Her perfume was delicate, but it was in his nose. Everything about her was reeling him in. For her part, Ginger was getting tipsy and more charmed by Mr. Texas by the second. “I am staying her at the hotel and I’m old enough to drink, Dad,” she laughed. “Whoops, I mean Tex.”

“Call me ‘Daddy’ if you like, Ginger.” He grinned at her as he took another drink. “But if you do, I reserve the right to put you over my knee.” He laughed at himself. God, he was definitely into creepy territory here, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He was now enjoying a mental image of her ass wearing his reddened handprint. He shifted a bit in his chair.

Leaning forward, Ginger tapped the gold band glinting on his left hand. “And what would Mrs. Tex say about that,” she murmured. Fuck, he hadn’t taken off his wedding band. Probably because he never took it off. He wasn’t unfaithful to his wife for the most part. Sure, he had strayed a time or two. Okay, a lot more than a time or two. Life spent on the road made it hard on a man. He had a policy: If it didn’t happen in Texas, it didn’t count. “And Toto, we’re not in Texas anymore,” he thought.

He studied her hands, with their pale skin and long fingers. She kept her nails polished in a pale pink, something he felt looked just right on her. Anything darker would have looked garish. He noticed a worn bit of skin on her left hand. Tapping it in same way she had done, he said, “What would Mr. Ginger think,” he said, thinking he had her.

Sighing, she said, “Mr. Ginger is too busy stuffing his new girlfriend to pay me much mind,” she said. She took a larger sip from her Long Island. “Sad, but true story. We’ve been together five years and I had been talking about starting a family. I was just about to throw out my birth control pills when he kindly informed me that his mistress had anticipated me. She’s pregnant and he’s decided to do the honorable thing. Well, honorable to everyone but me.”

“Fuck, Ginger. Pardon this asshole for making assumptions.” He looked chagrined. He figured he had just blown it with her, when he hadn’t even really made up his mind what he wanted. Well, atakent escort that wasn’t strictly true. He knew exactly what he wanted, he just hadn’t made up his mind whether to go for it or not.

To her credit, Ginger merely laughed. “It’s okay. We’re at a hotel bar and we’re both drinking while checking each other out. I just tapped on your ring, so it’s obvious you went looking to see if I had one as well.” She stretched, her breasts fully outlined in the white silk of her shirt. “You are checking me out, right?”

Like most men, Tex had gone stupid at the sight of her lace bra barely visible under the material of her shirt. As she ended her stretch, he almost visibly wilted. “Ummm … Probably.” He said, dumbly. “There’s a lot to check out. I mean, let’s start with the hair.” He leaned forward and grabbed a lock again. “I’ve always had a weakness for redheads, then you show up with the longest, most beautiful shade of red I’ve ever seen. And it’s so soft to the touch.” He paused, twirling her hair around his fingers. “Ginger, this color of hair is designed to make a man go brainless, his thoughts only on the rest of your skin, wondering if the redness appears elsewhere on your body. It makes him what to bury his hands in it and mess it up.” He considered her bright blue eyes. They looked slightly dazed and her lips were parted slightly. “It makes me want you and that’s just your hair.”

Her mind a complete blank, Ginger let a solid minute, maybe two, go by before she even considered replying. “I’m sure there’s something smart I could say right here, but I’m not sure what that smart thing might be.” She took a shaky breath. “It’s been awhile since a man, any man, climbed into my head like you just did, and I’ve known you about thirty minutes. Is there’s something extra sexy in the water down in Texas?” She inhaled slowly, then let out another shaky breath.

Tex leaned still closer, his face so close to hers, she could feel his breath on her lips. “That’s just your hair,” he reminded her. “There are so many other features I could comment on, but I’m sure this is a respectable establishment.” He reached out to brush an imaginary crumb off her chin. “If I had chosen to talk about that stretch you just made … well, it had an effect that a man just shouldn’t discuss with a lady in a public place.”

A deep blush stealing over her face, Ginger decided to play his little game. She leaned forward as well, her mouth as close as it could be to his without touching it. As someone sang over the speakers about being in love with the shape of someone’s body, Ginger exhaled. Her breath spread over Tex’s lips, a promise of more. “How do you feel about going upstairs, so you can elaborate more in private?” She leaned back slightly, her face tipping upward to look into his eyes. She hummed the song softly, waiting for him to make up his mind.

Tex hesitated only a moment, then nodded at the bartender. “Bill that to my room?” he said, gesturing at his tab. The bartender only smirked and Tex stood, letting his long and lanky frame unfold. He helped the Ginger stand. She was every inch a lady, but Tex longed to mess her up a little. He took her by the elbow and steered her toward the elevator. She was walking well, surprising after the strength of her drink. He punched the “up” button, then let his hand settle on her back. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the silk of her blouse. He leaned close. “I don’t know what you’re expecting when we get to my room, but I don’t plan on leaving an inch of you unexplored when you leave it again.”

Ginger shivered a little, his breath on her neck doing all sorts of things to her libido. It had been too long since the last time she had sex, and the idea of this stranger taking her to bed had her head spinning. “I hope you find everything to your liking,” she murmured back. The elevator opened and as they stepped inside, she started to say something else clever, only to find herself slammed against the wall of the lift. Tex’s mouth lowered to hers and she found herself being thoroughly kissed. Tex must have pressed a button to his floor, because she felt the floor lifting beneath her heels. Tex grabbed her hands and pressed them against the wall over her head, his mouth forcing her lips open. The kiss instantly went somewhere erotic, someplace Ginger couldn’t remember visiting in a long, long time.

Her whimper was met with his growl. He pressed his groin against her stomach and she could feel his erection through their clothing. The elevator reached their floor and he startled her by scooping her up. A tall woman, she wasn’t used to being carried by anyone, but this man lifted her as if she were nothing. He pulled his lips away from her own and looked into her dazzled eyes. “Sugar, you taste like rain. How do you do that?” He carried her down the hall, his long stride eating the yards until she found herself being dropped to her feet as he keyed the door. He opened the door beykent escort and let her walk past him.

Just as in the elevator, Ginger found herself pressed against the wall again. This time, he didn’t lift her arms over her head. Instead, his hands found her blouse and with a sudden jerk, he tore it open, the buttons clattering to the tile of the entrance to his room. Her full breasts were straining over the cup of her demi bra, the tops of her areolas clearly visible. Growling under his breath, Tex cupped their abundance in his large hands. Learning forward, he kissed her until her mind swam, then he lowered his mouth to the curve of her breasts, taking a nip of her delicate flesh. “All night,” he swore to her. “I hope you don’t plan on getting much sleep. I’m going to need all night.”

Ginger looked up through her lashes at Tex, loving the way he was staring at her body. She didn’t have time to feel shy. He was keeping her so off-balance with the way he was taking control. When he released her bra, the warmth of her breasts was in his hands instantly. He pinched her already-erect nipples. She let her neck fall back, the exposure of her throat causing his dick to throb. “Tex,” she murmured, as he slid her skirt over her full hips. Her narrow waist caused those hips to appear even larger than they were. The woman defined the hourglass shape, something Tex loved in a woman.

Ginger was now clad only in the briefest pair of panties hardly worthy of the name, as well as her sky-high heels and a veil of red hair that cascaded over her shoulders. He buried his hands in her silken strands. “So damned soft,” he growled. He gathered a fist full of it at the nape of her neck, pulling her head backward. Again, that throat, that expanse of pale skin where he could see the pulse beating in her neck. It tempted him almost as much as the rest of her did. He lowered his lips to that pulse and gave it the softest kiss, his lips a whisper on her neck. She shuddered again.

Stepping back from her, Tex led her to the bed. It was one of those huge California kings that he always booked when he traveled. He picked her up again, placing her on the center, pushing her onto her back. He swore. “Fuck, Ginger. No woman has the right to look as good at you do right now.” His hands found his shirt and he shrugged out of it, tossing it aside. The rest of his clothing followed. He crawled onto the bed over her luscious curves. He removed her shoes, kissing the arch of one of her feet, then nipping her calf. Ginger could only writhe, little whimpers of need escaping her throat.

Settling next to her, Tex kissed her slowly, sensually. His cock was throbbing painfully now, but he could wait for this lovely creature to catch up to him. He pulled his lips away from her and as her eyes opened, he studied her expression. Something familiar registered in his mind, something he hadn’t thought about in a long time. He cupped her chin. “You’ve been through a lot, Sugar. I think I have something you need. Something even more than my cock inside you.”

Looking confused, Ginger sputtered, “You mean you don’t want to have sex?”

Laughing, Tex kissed her sweet mouth. “Angel, you are not leaving this room without having the fuck of your life.” He smiled. “But first, I’m going to give you a release.” He ran his hands up and down your body. “I can feel your body just vibrating with stress and tension. You need to let all that go before you can truly enjoy what comes next.” He kissed her again. “Trust me?”

Studying his face, Ginger slowly nodded. Tex tugged at her arms and she followed his unspoken commands until she was lying prone over his lap. Rubbing the curve of her full ass, Tex allowed her to relax in this new position. Then he slowly pulled down her panties until her ass was exposed. Rather than removing her panties entirely, he left them part way down her thighs. He wanted her to feel them there, feel the humiliation of it. The mind was a funny thing, it needed reminding. It needed to be kept off-balance. Familiarity was the enemy of passion. Just ask anyone who had been married for seven years.

Running his nails over her skin, just enough to cause her to shiver, he chuckled. “Angel, you know what comes next, don’t you?” He gave her ass a firm swat, just to drive home his point.

Gulping, Ginger spoke up. “You’re going to spank me, aren’t you?” She had read the Fifty Shades books. She knew that people were into this sort of thing. Never having tried it herself, Ginger was curious as to what the fuss was about. That first smack had caused tingles to go up and down her long legs. She let out a breath. “Yeah, that’s what you’re going to do.” Swallowing, she nodded, indicating he should continue.

Making her wait a little, Tex took his time. He would strike just when she relaxed, knowing it would feel better for both. Spanking a tense ass would hurt her more and make his hand unnecessarily tired. A few swats later, he saw her butt turn pink in the shape of his hand. He longed to sink his teeth into that mark. He promised himself he would do it later. He slid his hands between her thighs and felt her pussy. Fuck, she was wet, and the knowledge made him smack her butt even harder the next time. When she hissed, he looked at her feet. He waited until her toes were no longer pointed, then the paddling continued.