Walk in the Park

Kathy rose early that Saturday morning the thunder rattled her windows rolling over she glanced at the alarm clock the neon red numbers flashed back at her. Searching the mound of covers that now were scattered all over her bed she found the remote control and turned on the television that sat on her dresser. Propping herself up on her elbows the covers fell to her waist exposing her pert breasts. Flicking through the channels she finally came to the local news channel and in the upper right corner of the screen was displayed the weather forecast for today. Seeing the bright sun icon and a high temperature of 85 degrees she giggled and looked back towards the window. Turning off the television she threw off the covers and rolled out of bed.

Jesus don’t them people look outside she thought as she slipped on her slippers and moved across the room towards the window. Peering through the curtains she watched as several people milled about in the rain most carried umbrellas some ran with their newspaper their only shelter from the driving rain. Looking off into the horizon she did notice a patch of blue in the otherwise gray -black sky. Her face pressed to the cool glass she tried to look up and down the street her eyes scanning the sky looking for any sign of clearing. Her breathing quickly caused the window to fog up her small fist rose to the window and she wiped away the condensation.

As she did her breast brushed the windowpane. Almost instantly her nipple hardened as it came in contact with the cool glass. Startled by the sudden shock of the contact she stepped back the curtains closed as her hand cupped her erect nipple. She couldn’t help but run her fingertips around the hard bud of her breast soon her other nipple starving for the same attention also rose. As she circled her one nipple with her fingers her other hand moved up and cupped the other breast and began to knead it her eyes closed as her hands played havoc with her mind.

Across the room her full-length mirror displayed her form from behind. Her ass cheeks clenched as her fingers gripped her nipples and rolled them then gently tugged at them. A soft whimper and a shudder and soon her slender fingers were moving down her smooth stomach before even she was aware the mirror reflected what was happening. Her legs parted slightly her ruby red nails could be seen as they appeared between her legs. Curling upwards as her fingers cupped her pussy her leg rose up her foot coming to rest on the windowsill. Her pussy lips parted as her middle finger moved between them her hips moved back as she bent over slightly her hand against the glass steadying her as she rubbed her pussy.

Her nail dug into the tender flesh of her pussy as it made its way towards her clit her knee moved outwards and once again the mirror displayed her tender sweet buttocks as they tightened her finger now moving over her swollen clit. Moving her clit in a circle her finger and clit began a classic game of cat and mouse her finger being the cat that chased the mouse her quickly becoming slippery clit that ever elusive mouse. Her breathing more rapid now another finger joining in the chase quickly her clit was trapped by the pursuing fingers rolling their captive between them squeezing its base causing the tip to become a maroon red as the blood supply was threatened.

Her hair brushed the middle of her back as her head fell back and deep guttural groan leaked out of her pursed lips. Her clit now a captive of her fingers manipulated by them was being pulled from its hiding place as her thumb rubbed its head. Her cat at one time curled up in the chair by her dresser stretched his body twitching as he rose to his feet his eyes fighting to open to investigate the sounds that his ears had captured. Looked to the mirror as was captivated by the sight of her fingers in the reflection as they released her clit and traveled the length of her slit. The intake of her breath through her clenched teeth caused the cat’s head to swing in her direction. Hopping down off its perch he moved silently across the room. Just as her finger which had just moments before been rimming her entranced pushed its way inside her his sleek body grazed her calf.

Her eyes widened with fear as he moved along her calf his tail curled around her knee its tip licking at her upper thigh as he purred and rubbed up against her leg. Almost frozen with the fear of being caught with her finger in her pussy her legs trembled almost causing her to fall over. Her hand that seconds before was manipulating her pussy grasped the windowsill. The juices from her pussy staining the paint as she looked down between her legs and smiled down at Mischief. Looking back up at her he let out a soft meow his tail now wrapped around her leg.

” Mischief you scared me half to death,” she said as she lowered her leg and bent over to stroke his head. Her pose captured by the mirror her pussy clearly soaking wet now peeked out from between her slightly parted thighs the delicate lips swollen with passion. Responding with a louder meow his eyes gazed upwards escort bahçelievler and scanned her pussy as her hands rubbed his sides he began to purr his tail twitching as she slapped his sides gently the soft thud echoing around the room. As she crouched down to scratch his chin his tail moved over her ass its softness felt so good as it swayed back and forth across the tight skin. Her fingernails lightly scratching his lower jaw he sauntered forward his tail standing tall was bent over as he moved forward the full length of it travelling along her pussy.

Her clit twitched at the softness of his fur as it moved over it the hunger that lie within her pussy once again evident as the tip of his tail flicked her clit. Turning quickly his face nuzzled her inner thigh as she ran her fingers along his spine. Loving the attention showing his affection with a constant steady purr his body slumped over and caressed her inner thigh as he continued back between her legs. Suddenly stopping his nose twitching as he caught an almost familiar yet strange scent his head moved side to side as he searched for the source. His whiskers tickled her thighs as his cold nose touched her pussy.

Jumping to her feet her pussy now on fire a sweat breaking out on her forehead she shivered as her hand cupped her pussy. She could feel it churn and vibrate beneath her fingers as she stood there in front of the window. Mischief completely unaware of what he had done continued to circle her feet. With almost a blinding effect the sun broke through the heavy clouds and burst into her room the unanticipated warmth of it through the window warmed her body. Pumping her arms into the air, ” Yes! Yes! Yes! I guess they were right again. My plans not ruined I will get my jog today outdoors.”

With a bounce in her step spinning around she snatched up her towel and walked towards the door as she walked past the mirror her image displayed to her as others saw her. For a brief moment her eyes sparkled as she took in the beautiful creature that stood before her. Then walked briskly from her room hung up her towel and stepped into the shower. Crouching as she adjusted the temperature of the water finding a happy medium between hot and cold standing her head tilted back the steady stream of water cascading over her body. Rushing around and between her breasts and over her stomach the warmth of the water and the steady beating of the pulsating showerhead washing the sleepy feeling from her body.

Stepping out of the shower her body now alive and refreshed she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth her hair wrapped in a towel she sashayed down the hall Mischief who had been laying in wait outside the door followed her. Entering her room, she approached her dresser, opening the top drawer she took out a pair of powder blue panties. Slipping into them the material cupping her buttocks she closed the drawer and opening the next drawer taking out her black skirt she stepped into it pulling it up around her waist. Looking over her shoulder into the mirror she pulled the skirt into place ensuring that her panties were not showing. Satisfied that they did not, she slipped into her halter-top and unwrapping the towel from her hair. Brushing it out the natural curls in her hair becoming more evident as it dried the aroma from her hair filling her nostril as she flipped her head back. Pulling her hair into a ponytail retrieving a pair of socks she sat on the edge of the bed pulling them on.

Standing she turned and examined her appearance in the mirror her hand smoothing out her skirt then tugging her halter top down. The sunlight catching the jewel that pierced her navel the resulting kaleidoscope of colors fanning out over the walls of her room. Reaching over scratching Mischief’s head one last time she quickly made her way downstairs and grabbed her waist pouch and sneakers, opening the pouch she removed her keys, kneeling she put on her sneakers. Taking one last look in the mirror she tightened her ponytail then opening the door stepped out into the warm sunshine. Locking the door then checking the handle she put the keys back into her pouch and made her way down the stairs.

God she loved how the early morning rain made everything shine the pavement glistened in the sun the birds now coming out from hiding they seemed to be greeting her as she made her way towards the park. Up ahead she could see a couple of kids trying desperately to get a kite off the ground the taller one running as fast as he could, the other trailed behind him. Their only connection the string that stretched between them and the desire to see the kite high in the sky. Smiling as she recalled her youth, the many times that her brother and her had ran that same stretch of grass doing just as they were doing now. The many triumphs and defeats as well, brought to the surface as she watched the kite take flight. The little girl stopping jumping up and down with joy as the boy raced through the park the kite climbing higher as the string unraveled from the spool.

As mecidiyeköy eskort she crossed the street the kite cast a shadow before her as it sailed past the sun off in the distance she observed the many kites that soared above the earth her smile broadened as the sun warmed her face. Reaching the path she picked up the pace her walking slowly being transformed into a jog as she made her way along the path the laughter of the little girl faded and was soon replaced by the frogs and crickets that lined the path. Pigeons that pecked at the ants that crawled across the path scattered as she approached the steady beat of her feet warning the others ahead of her arrival. The fluttering of their wings as they took flight the soft cooing noise they made as they fled her filled her ears as she adjusted her pace her heart rate increasing as she made her way up the small incline.

As she rounded the bend, the path narrowed tall willow trees providing her with some much needed shade. Glancing at her watch she noticed that it had been almost and hour of running, her body almost as wet as it was that morning in the shower but this time the moisture did not come from a shower head instead it was expelled from within her. Looking to her right through the trees she caught a glimpse of a bench that was nestled back in a small clearing she had lived in the area all her life had traveled this same path almost daily never before had she noticed it.

Ducking under the branches she made her way to the bench the trees opening above her the sun beating down on her glancing down at the bench seeing it was dry she took a seat. Her arms stretched out along the back of the bench her legs straight out in front of her parted slightly she lay her head back and closing her eyes she basked in the heat of the warm sunshine. Above her a squirrel leaped from branch to branch seeing her it stopped in mid stride its tail twitched wildly its beady little eyes never straying from her. With a leap of faith it flew through the air the branches above her soaked still from the morning rain came let loose the water that remained. The sudden barrage of water rains down on her shaking her from her dream.

As she opens her eyes she catches some movement within the trees before she had time to react a German shepherd was before her his tongue licking the top of her thigh. Her hand immediately moving down between her thighs his tongue licking the back of her hand as he looked up at her. His tongue felt so silky and smooth as it lapped at her hand reaching down with both hands she grabbed his head and massaged his ears his tongue dangled from his mouth she leaned forward and said, ” Are you lost little fella?” Lifting his head as she did so. His tongue licked her face laughing at him she fell backwards the dog wasting no time moved his nose under her skirt and sniffed her panties.

“Oh no you don’t you naughty dog you.” Her hand pressing her skirt between her pussy and the dog’s nose. His cold nose nudged her hand trying to move it out of the way whimpering as he did so. She tried to close her thighs but was prevented from doing so by the dog as he shifted forward his body making it impossible for her to close them. His tongue licked her bare inner thigh repeatedly, she giggled as his tongue tickled her soft skin she moved her hand to her thigh to try and get him to stop, with lightning quick speed his nose lifted her hand and his tongue lapped at the crotch of her panties. Her nipples stiffened straining against her halter-top her clit almost immediately stiffened as well as his long wet hot tongue soaked her panties.

His cold wet nose set her clit on fire his tongue seemed to completely encompass her entire pussy as she felt his broad tongue drive itself beneath her its tip flicking the tight bud of her asshole through her panties. “Arggghhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Nooooooooo please…..” she cried as his rough strong tongue moved up her pussy the material now thoroughly drenched with his saliva his tongue shifted directions and curled and worked its way back beneath her. She could feel his teeth as he continued to lap as her panties. With a snort her clit seemed to explode as his hot breath blasted her panties. Her hips rose up her whole body vibrated her toes curled as her cunt exploded sending forward a tidal wave of her cream.

Unable to possible absorb any more liquid her panties acting like a strainer, her orgasm causing every muscles in her body to tighten she swore she heard all of her joints crack, wave after wave of her juices spraying the dog’s mouth her thighs dripping. Spurred on by her discharge the dog licked his way up her thighs then just as she recovered from her first orgasm his tongue moved under her panties. Her body too weak to fight him she slumped lower as once again her entire body shook, his thick wet tongue curling she could feel its tip dip between the puffy lips of her pussy and drive deeper. Her head shot back as her thighs spread even further the small of her back resting on the lip of the bench his snake escort avcılar like tongue squirming its way to the depths of her pussy.

The outside world no longer mattered, the sun a mere memory, the canopy of leaves above her fading as her whole nervous system seemed to be stroked by the magical tongue. Just as her eyes rolled back in her head plunging her into total darkness her pussy once filled to capacity with the dog’s tongue seemed empty. Fighting to lift her head her without warning she was dislodged from the bench. A small finishing nail catching the back of her halter-top her skirt flying up around her waist as the dog gripped her panties in his powerful jaws and staggered backwards. Before she knew it her top was over her face, pulled inside out, her arms over her head, her back and shoulders suspended inches above the ground. The nail firmly anchored in her shirt her breasts exposed her nipples now standing nearly an inch high struggling to free herself she froze in her tracks as she heard and felt her panties being ripped from her body.

Tossing his head from side to side her panties clenched in his powerful jaws almost as if he knew that the panties were the heart of his prey her pussy now bare and completely at his mercy he released his grip on her panties. Before her torn panties were even on the ground his nose was buried deep between her thighs. Dropping to his belly his long thick rubbery tongue whipped out and slapped against her pussy. Blinded by her shirt, her arms hopelessly trapped above her head, all Kathy could do was spread her legs further apart. As she did just that the swollen dripping folds of her pussy parted as well her pussy juice dripping from her entrance the dog’s tongue quickly capturing it as it seeped from within her.

His teeth mashed her clit as her banged his snout against her cunt his rough tongue swished over her blood engorged clit sending her speeding towards yet another orgasm. His tongue cut into her oozing pussy fucking it into her to the hilt. His teeth scrapped her exposed clit as he growled her pussy cream coating his snout. ” Ohhhh! I am yours! Eat me! Lick my fucking cunt!” she screamed. Her ass lifting, she could feel his tongue slither deep inside her, deeper than anyone had ever been. Her body arched her feet slid under her, her knees so wide apart the muscles of her inner thighs stuck out her pussy lips parted wider, then were ripped even wider still by his tongue as it gathered her cream from the deepest depths of her pussy.

Pussy juice dripped from his jaw his tongue relentless as it drove in and out of her all at once she could feel every fiber of her body tense her cunt clamping closed around his tongue. “Unnnnnn! Cummmmmminnnnnnggggggggg! Nnnnnnnnnnnnn!” she panted as her pussy seemed to suck his tongue deeper. Her body rigid her head moving across the bench the nail shredding her top the material ripped from her body as her cunt let go a steady stream of cream. The first drops of her juices hitting his tongue the dog worked his tongue faster and faster in and out of her lapping at the delicious liquid that spilled from her cunt.

With a yelp the tongue that was licking her pussy was gone before she could recover from her orgasm and uncover her eyes she felt a pair of hands on her wrists yanking her to her feet. Spun around as she hit her feet she could feel a strong body against her back suddenly her world was filled with color again her halter-top ripped from her body. Turning to look over her shoulder to see who was behind her she felt her hair being ripped out by the roots as the powerful hands forced her to again look forward. “Owwwwwwww! Please don’t hurt me! Please I’ll do anything!” she pleaded. Then seconds later her world once again plunged into darkness as a strip of material was placed over her eyes and tied firmly behind her head.

She could hear the rattle of a chain then felt a band of leather slide around her neck. Frozen with fear her heart stopped as she felt it being drawn tighter her hands quickly moved to her throat her fingers unable to slide between the leather and her throat she saw her whole life flash in front of her eyes. Fear gripped her very soul as the figure behind her covered her mouth with a length of tape. Suddenly her nose seemed plugged, her lungs fighting for air, her cries now nothing more than a whisper as they bounced off the tape and seemed to echo in her head. Never before had anything seemed as loud in her life, not even when as a child, her father and used to sit with her under the airplanes as they roared overhead landing at the airport.

Her arms pulled behind her back the stainless steel cold as it encircled her thin wrists stiffening her body rising up as she perched on her tipi-toes. The vibration of each metal tooth causing her heart to beat faster, the clasp pinching her skin the sharp edges of the steel slicing her wrist. With her life on the line in a first and last-ditch effort to save herself she lifted her leg driving her heel upward between the legs of the owner of the cuffs. Her shoulders jerked forward her upper torso prevented from doubling completely over by the strength of the hand that had pushed her forward her foot merely bouncing off his knee. His other hand wrapped within the chain that now joined her wrists her hands facing inwards, closed around his massive hand as she stumbled forward.

What If?

Those dreams! It was those damn amazing, haunting dreams that started it all again.

4 a.m. Friday morning: I woke up drenched in sweat, my nipples hard as pebbles, my pussy slick with the thick wetness that comes with orgasm. I woke from the force of the orgasm of my dreams to the one my body was truly experiencing. “Why is it that I only have sex to orgasm in my dreams with him?” I thought to myself. Never, and I do mean NEVER, have I ever cum in my dreams before I started dreaming of him. Hell most of the time I never even get to have sex in my dreams. It’s always this elusive thing that I chase and get so close to but can never achieve. Either I wake up or something in my dreams stops me. But then there was him.

I awoke that morning realizing that I was still in love with him, or at least hopelessly in lust with him. Still craving one person I know I can probably never have. It’s been over 4 years since I have seen him, since I’ve been touched by him. But I can still remember every detail of every moment I spent with him. I remember that first kiss, how as soon as he kissed me, his lips knew exactly what I wanted, needed, I was lost. But in four short weeks he was gone. Oh, but what we did with our stolen time together in those four weeks have been enough to haunt me to this day.

It was the dream and the memories that prompted me to try reaching him once again. It had been many months since I had heard even a quick “Hi” from him but I felt compelled to try once again. I left him a message on-line saying that I was wondering if he had “fallen off the face of the earth” again and if he had the time or inclination to drop me a note or give me a call. I left him my home and cell numbers and went on with my day, never really expecting I would hear from him.

12 Noon, Friday: I called my best friend. She’s the only person that can understand what I am going through, what I am feeling. Well, since we swear that we share a brain, it’s kind of a given.

“Hello?” she says into the phone as if she knows it’s me.

“Hey it’s me. I had a realization at 4 a.m. this morning.” I say.
“Oh?” she questions.

“Yea, I woke up from an amazing dream about him and realized that I am still totally in love and or extreme lust with him.” I say sounding completely hopeless.
“I know” she says.

“But I don’t want to be! Damn it! It is too hard!” I admit.

She laughs and says, “I know how you feel, but there doesn’t seem to be a cure for it, does there?”

“Nope,” I sigh.

“Well,” she says, “expect a phone call from out of the blue soon. You know the last time I had one of those dreams about that guy Danny, he called the next day.”

“Yea, I wish. I doubt I’ll hear from him. It’s been months since I have heard anything from him at all, and almost a year, maybe a little over, since he’s called me. He probably doesn’t even think about me,” I say, sounding slightly dejected.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” she warns me.

I went on to ask her what she’s up to tonight and then tell her I will call her later. I then went into the restaurant to pick up my to go order and head back to the office. I was determined to get him out of my mind.

6:00 p.m. Friday: I got out of work late, again. I had the worst headache and the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. I was supposed to go out with a friend but I was hoping he wouldn’t call so I could go home, take some meds and sink into oblivious sleep. It was 6:30 p.m. by the time I finally got home. Alvin hadn’t called and he didn’t answer his cell when I tried calling it. I left him a message saying I was wondering what was up for tonight and for him to call me. I was still hoping he wouldn’t call. I took my meds, plugged my cell in to charge, keeping the ringer on “just in case” and then I stripped and climbed into bed. Curled up in the warmth of my covers, I slipped off to sleep.

Again the dreams started, He’s there and I am with him. I can feel his lips on mine. His hands brushing over my skin. His fingers opening me to his cock. I feel the length of him slide into me. I am arching my back and thrusting my hips up to meet him. I am getting closer and closer to climaxing…
Then the ringing started and I awoke to realize that my cell phone was ringing. I struggled to get myself untangled from the bed sheets and to the phone before the ringing stopped. I picked up the phone and looked at the phone number. As I recognized the area code, my heart skipped a beat and I gasped. It’s Him! It’s really Him! Slightly short of breath I answered the phone and said, “Hello?”

“Hello, how are you tonight?” he said.

I got wet and my knees went weak at the sound of his voice. “I’m fine.” I managed to say, grinning like an idiot in the dark.
“Only ‘fine’?” he asked.

“Well, actually a bit better than that now,” I answered.
“I bet you don’t even know who this is.” he teases.

“THE HELL I DON’T! Especially since I just awoke from a dream about you. And a very good dream ataköy escort at that.” I tell him.
“Oh really now?” he asks.

“Oh yea. I had one last night as well and let me tell you, you were amazing!” I admit sheepishly.

“Ahh, so that’s what prompted the note, huh?” he said, with an obvious smile in his voice.

“Yea, well maybe a little.” I confess. “I was beginning to think that you didn’t exist anymore.”

He laughed a little and said, “Well, you know I have a habit of ‘falling off the face of the earth’ every once in a while.”
“Yea, I know,” rolling my eyes. He could be such a Man sometimes. Only a man could be that nonchalant when popping into someone’s life out of the blue after so long. He went on to tell me that he’s been busy with work and that he has started running rescue again. He’s a trained EMT and usually volunteers in whatever area he is stationed.

“So, you still want it, do you?” he asked.

“YES!” I half moaned.

“Well guess what?” he said, “So do I!”

“GOOD!” I growled as things low in my body clenched and tingled with desire. That’s what I wanted to hear. What I needed to hear. I needed to know that he still wanted me as much as I’ve craved him.

He begins to ask me what all I have been up to and whether or not I have been a “good girl”. I went on to explain to him that actually I have been behaving myself for a while now. When he asks why, especially since he knows how naughty I can be, I explain to him all of the things that have been going on in my life. Problems with work, at home, life in general. We talked a bit more about that and then I finally had to admit to him that I actually was a bit naughty back a few months ago and then again a few weeks before. Then I asked him, “What about you? Have you been playing any?”
At first he said no and then he said, “Well there was this one woman.”
“The one you met in the bar when you first moved up there?” I asked.

“No, this is another one I met a few months ago.” He explained that he met her in the EMT training class that his station was having. He said she went on and on about how much she loved her husband and crap during class. After class the two of them went to a local bar and continued to talk. He told me she ended up making a bet with him, and immediately I knew what the bet was. It’s a bet that has been made with him before and he always wins. He told me how when the conversation naturally turned to sex she said “I have never found a man who could make me cum by going down on me.” And how, as I knew he would, he said to her, “I bet I can.” She naturally told him that she is more than certain that he couldn’t and so they set off to somewhere quiet so she could prove herself right and he would prove her wrong. This is a bet that several women, myself not included, have made with him. One even put a monetary value on the bet. It was probably the easiest and most enjoyable $50 that he has ever won.

I laughed and said, “They really should learn better than to say that to you. You always win. But then again, I wouldn’t be sorry at all to lose that bet.” I had never made that bet with him. He’d never really given me a chance or a choice. And it all started with that first kiss. As I pulled back from that first kiss, I pulled his lower lip between my teeth and he moaned, leaning into me. I opened my eyes as he grabbed my hand and drug me out of the kitchen at the rescue squad and down the hall into one of the bedrooms. As the door closed, we fell onto each other. Our mouths and hands were exploring each other’s faces and chests. Finally he pushed me back onto the single bed and climbed in beside me. Leaning over me, my hands on his face, he kissed me deeply and then I felt his hand sliding down my side, over my hips to the button and zipper of my pants. I pulled back from his kisses, my hand holding his hand away from the place we both wanted him to touch.

“I want to taste you,” he growled into my mouth.
“NO!” I exclaimed as I still held his hand away from me. I was trying so hard not to let this encounter get out of hand. I was afraid of what might happen. What I might let happen. Afraid of the feelings I had inside and of the ones I thought (and hoped) I saw in his eyes, his face.

“Please!” he urged me as his mouth came down to claim mine in a kiss, our hands intertwining. Slowly I relaxed and his hand fell away from mine and down to the top of my pants. The next thing I realized, my pants and panties were gone and he was between my legs, his mouth sucking on my swollen lips and clit as he gazed up into my face. I reached one hand down to him, as if to push him away, he grabbed it and again intertwined his fingers with mine. Instead of trying to use that hand to push him away I ended up using it to anchor me to him so that I wouldn’t float away. I needed this anchor desperately. The things he was doing to my flesh with is tongue were amazing! The long, slow laps of his tongue over the şişli escort entire length of my pussy. The light and fast flicks of the tip of it over my clit, his lips and teeth nibbling on that sensitive, swollen little nub were amazing. He had me so incredibly wet I know it must have felt like I was gushing a river to him. All this and I hadn’t even cum yet. My other hand came to be on the back of his head, my fingers running over him, loving the feel of his closely shorn hair against my palm and finger tips. As I moaned and mewled softly, my hips thrust up to meet the flicks and strokes of his tongue. My whole body started shivering at every touch he made to my swollen, heated flesh. Finally he crawled up from between my legs to kiss me. Kissing him deeply, I savored the taste of myself on him. As he lay atop me, I wiggled and squirmed against him. “What’s wrong?” he asked and I debated what I should say and how I should say it. His touch had been wonderful. More than wonderful and had made me incredibly wet, but I still had not cum. I was on the edge but not quite there yet. I finally with a note of pleading in my voice softly said, “So close…yet so far away.”

“Oh?” he said looking questioningly into my eyes. I nodded my head slightly as I blushed. “Well then,” he said as he slid back down my body and in between my legs. He started to lick and suck on me like a man possessed. Finally, at my mostly silent urging, he thrust several fingers into me hard and I came for him. My legs clenching his shoulders. My one hand again intertwined with his, my nails digging into the back of his hand. Afterwards, as I lay there slightly limp and dazed, he lay down beside me and gathered me into his arms. As I snuggled against him, fitting myself into the hollow of his body, he said, “I am very glad you told me, I would have been very disappointed if I had left you unsatisfied.”
“No chance of that now.” I laughed as my body shook with yet another aftershock of the mind-blowing orgasm he had given me. Once I had sufficiently recovered from the aftermath of his talents, I rolled him over onto his back, pushed his shirt up over his head and started to give him a back massage. The back massage started to turn into a full body massage and finally he was on his back, his pants gone with me between his legs doing for him what he had just recently done for me. I had to reciprocate. I had to take him in my mouth, taste him and make him cum as hard as he had made me cum. It was “a moral imperative”.

Afterward he told me that I didn’t have to do that. That he would have been more than satisfied with just going down on me and making me cum. That going down on a woman was the thing he probably loved most in the world. I explained to him that it was the same way with me. I had to do it. I told him I just couldn’t not do it after what he’d done for me. But I digress.

Back to Friday night, current day: I started to tell him about that last encounter which I had with a friend of mine who I had been playing with on and off for about two years now, when someone came to his door wanting to talk to him.
I told him to call me back on my house phone and he asked me to e-mail it to him. I did and got wet as I typed and patiently wait for him to call me back. When he called back he again asked me to tell him about my most recent encounter. I explained that Bryan talked me into meeting him in an office park on a Saturday afternoon. It was bright, sunny and warm that day. I told him how Bryan stripped me naked but for my thigh-hi’s and heals and bent me over the seat of his truck and started fucking me. A car pulled into the parking lot and as the awareness dawned on him that we were probably about to get caught Bryan got so turned on he came then and there. We quickly ducked into my car and waited for the other car to leave. He was still so turned on by the thought of getting caught he whipped out his dick again and started playing with it. I went down on him and finally he had me get out of the car bend me over my seat and fucked me again and yet again cumming fast. We did it one more time in the grass behind the building.

“Did he make you cum good baby?” he asked me.

When I replied “No!”

He asked “Why not?”

I explained to him that it was all just a little too fast and it wasn’t enough to make me cum.

“What? Didn’t he taste that sweet pussy of yours?” he said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming even more seductive.
“No!” I moaned plaintively at the thought.

“Then he didn’t treat you right baby.”

“I know,” I whimpered into the phone.

“Are you playing?” he asked.

I said, “Yes” moaning again.

He then asked me if I was playing with my pussy. I tell him “No, I am playing with my nipples.”

“MMmm, oh yea…I forgot you can cum by playing with your tits.” I whispered softly, as if remembering.

“Well, almost, but not quite.” I say with a whimper.

“And you squirt when you bakırköy escort cum. God do I love that about you.” he purrs.

I laughed and replied simply, “I know.”

Then he said, “He should have taken and cupped your face in his hands and kissed your lips softly.”

I felt things in my lower body, things that no one could ever touch, clench and start to tingle at the thought of his, not Bryan’s hands and lips on me. “Oh, Yes!” I moaned softly into the phone as my hands left my nipples and skimmed over my stomach and come to rest between my thighs.
“Are you playing with that sweet pussy baby?” he asked me.

I again moaned my answer, “Yes.”

He then began to tell me exactly what he wanted to do to me. “MMmm, kissing you softly and nibbling on your lips. Making my way down to your neck, licking and sucking on it for awhile, applying the occasional bite in the right spots.”
“Oh God, yes!” I moaned.

“Hands and lips caressing your tits. Pulling those hard nipples between teeth and hands.”
“MMmm,” I whimper. I can remember the feeling of him doing exactly that. My fingers start to stroke my fevered, wet flesh faster. My fingers dipping into my cunt to spread more wetness over my clit.

“Finally making my way down between your thighs. Spreading your legs wide. My tongue would be licking you hard and for a long time. Sucking that clit into my mouth and working it with my teeth. You like that baby, don’t you?”

“Oh GOD, Yes SHANE!”

“So,” he said, “you had told me awhile back you had found someone who could eat your pussy as good as I can.”
“Well, close but not quite as good. Nobody has been as good as you.”

“Who was it?” he asked teasing me.

“Cameron was his name.” I say finally.

“What did he look like?” I asked.

I started to laugh again and said, “Surprisingly, a lot like you.”
“Oh?” his voice sounding surprised and intrigued. “Tell me more.”

“Yea, he’s about 6′ tall. Hazel eyes. Has his head shaved.” I tell him.

“Brown hair?” he asks with a weird sound in his voice.

“Yea, I think it would be if he were to let if grow out.” I answer.
“Was he the one you said you wanted us to have a threesome with?” he inquired with an obvious smile in his voice.

“MMmm, yea, that would be him. I still think the two of you with me would be amazing.” I all but purred into the phone.

“You fucking that pussy for me Casey?” he asks excitedly.

“Yes baby” I say purring a bit as I do it.

“I’m gonna hear you cum, aren’t I?” he ask with anticipation in his voice.

“Oh I sure to God hope so!” I groan.

“Good! Fuck that pussy harder for me. Slide two fingers in for me”, he orders.

“Yes Shane” I moan louder, my hands doing exactly as he asks. I plunged two fingers into my soaping wet cunt. Fucking myself steadily as he continues to tell me what he wants to do to me.

“MMmm, you on your back on the couch, your legs over my shoulder as I thrust into you.” he continues.

“Oh God, YES!” I moan.

“Pressing into you, the tip of my cock touching your womb as I grind in slow circles. My pelvis grinding against your clit. You like that, don’t you baby? You want me to make you cum?” he asks.

“Ohoo, yes Shane. Please!” I plead.

“Pulling out and teasing your clit with the head of my dick before I plunge it in up to the hilt.” he moans.

“Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” I moan in return.

“Then getting you on all fours with me behind you. Sliding just the tip of my cock into you, then pulling it back out. Sliding a bit more in, and then out again. Sliding it all the way home, my hands on your hips as I again grind against you in slow circles.” he purrs.

“Oh please Shane…PLEASE!” I beg.

“MMmm, not yet baby. Pulling my cock all the way out of you and slapping it against your ass.” he continues.

“OOOoohh!” I moan loudly.

“Then pressing just the tip back into you and holding still. Making you fuck yourself with my cock. You would do that, wouldn’t you baby? You wouldn’t be able to sit still. You’d slam yourself back onto my cock, wouldn’t you?”
“Ooohh!! You know I would baby!! I went on to tell him “I have gotten to like a good amount of rough play now.”
“Oh really? Like what?” he asked, again sounding a bit surprised.
“Well spankings, giving and receiving. Biting, scratching.” I tease.

“You’d like me to be spanking that ass as you fuck yourself hard on my cock, wouldn’t you?” he asks excitedly.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I respond as I continue rubbing myself.

“Anal?” he asks.

“Sometimes…depends on my mood.” I respond with a bit of apprehension.

“So you’d like if I licked my thumb and played with your asshole till it was nice and wet and then started fucking your ass with my finger as you slide my cock in and out of your pussy?” he asks with much more passion in his voice.
“OH GOD YES!!! More Shane….Please!!!!” I moaned loudly.
“MMM, me bending you over the couch at the rescue squad.” he questions.

“Oooh, yea!” I purr.

“Your skirt up, my hands on your hips and I fuck you hard and deep!” he says softly.

“YES! YES! That’s it baby!” I moan.

“While all the other guys at the squad watch. They whip out their swollen cocks and start to jerk off to the sight of us fucking.” He says excitedly.

When Love Comes To Town

For Someone Special…

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The hotel was beautiful, luxurious and elegant with a bar that was intimate and dark, the sort of place where romantic assignations could be conducted…

She was in Spain on business, researching local wines and it had been a long hard day of tasting samples and tramping around windy exposed vineyards.

The hotel restaurant looked appealing, but first of all she needed a drink. A stiff whisky and 7Up maybe. She had a magazine with her and there were plenty of comfortable chairs where she could sit and be invisible. The lift doors opened and she noticed how quiet it was. No awful music blaring out, just soft vocals from a song which she vaguely recognised. The bar was empty save for a dark haired man sat on one of the red leather bar stools. He had his back to her but she could see the attractive flecks of grey in his hair and heard him order a beer in a deep American accent.

She stood at the bar feeling hesitant. She had to admit she had a weakness for tall American men and he certainly looked sexy from the back. To the left of the bar was a cosy banquette seat and she made her way towards it. She could sit here with her magazine, check out the American and see what happened.

The barman noticed her immediately and at her request, expertly mixed her a Johnny Walker and 7Up. The measure was big enough to be a double and she took a sip, feeling the immediate relaxation hit her as it made its way down to her empty stomach. The American turned towards her and smiled. She noticed gorgeous eyes, an intelligent face, kissable lips…

She sat back on her seat and opened her magazine, detemined not to be caught up in trivial smalltalk. He looked attractive and that was the problem, where would an innocent chat lead? She concentrated on an article in the magazine, absent-mindedly sipping her drink. When the barman placed another in front of her she looked up in surprise.

“The gentleman…” he smiled and gestured towards the American.

She smiled. “Thank you.” She lifted the drink to her lips as he watched. Their eyes met and she felt a twist of desire shoot through her, a slow melting inside that had everything to do with his smile, his smart business suit, the way he watched her enjoy her drink.

He made no more attempt to talk to her and after a while, she felt a slight disappointment. Obviously he was just being polite and after finishing her article she drained her glass and slid off the banquette seat, smiling a goodbye to the barman who was slowly polishing a glass, his eyes the picture of amusement.

“Mind if I join you?” The words spoken almost made her jump. “I take it you’re dining in the hotel tonight?”

She stared at him, felt the colour rise in her cheeks and nodded, too shocked to say anything. He gently took her by the elbow and guided her through to the quiet restaurant where it appeared they were the only guests. “I’m Andy, by the way,” he said pulling out a chair for her. “This is real good of you to have dinner with me tonight.”

She smiled. “Well it’s lovely to meet you, fatih escort Andy. I’m Ella.”

Thus introduced they sat and studied the menu. A hearty choice of dishes was on offer, but Ella felt her appetite disappear. She looked at the man opposite, noticed how attractive he was, how lovely his hands were. She had a sudden image of them clasping her back as she straddled him, tried to imagine how his face would look as he climaxed inside her…

“What would you like?”

Ella looked up and realised she had been dreaming, fantasising. The menu was a blur and the thought of eating a large meal was the last thing she wanted. “Um, I wonder if they’d make me a salad?”

Andy laughed and called a waiter over. He ordered for both of them and they were free to talk about themselves, laughing and smiling, the slow build up to the inevitable. Time flew and the main course was long gone when she realised the time.

“It’s nearly midnight!” She gasped in surprise, amazed at how quickly the time had passed.

“You’re not Cinderella, are you?” Andy grinned and called the waiter over again, whispering in his ear as the poor man went off to fulfill the request.

“What have you done now?” asked Ella, noting the amusement in Andy’s eyes as he gazed at her.

“Oh nothing…just would you do me another favour?”

“What?” she giggled, loving the feeling as he continued to stare at her, his eyes making her melt inside, giving rise to those images again…

“Share a dessert with me in my room?”

Ella gasped at the intimacy of his request, but the thought of prolonging their dinner was too good to resist.

“What’s the dessert, though?”

“You’ll find out if you come with me…”

She laughed again and as he stood, held onto his arm as they made their way to the lift. There were mirrors everywhere and she could see him as he bent towards her and kissed her on the cheek. Such a soft kiss but she shivered in delight at the feel of his lips. He moved closer and she could feel his warmth, the faint scent of his aftershave. She breathed in deeply, wanting to smell him, wanting him to kiss her on her lips, wanting to feel his lips on her breasts, her pussy…

“Here we are.” The lift doors opened and they walked slowly along the thickly carpeted corridor, the silence of the hotel absolute. He inserted the card into the slot and the door clicked open. She hesitated but he sensed her nervousness and ushered her in, the lights flicking into life as he inserted the card into another slot. The knock on the door made her jump and Andy answered it, grinning as he carried two bowls of chocolate chip ice-cream into the room.

“My favourite,” he said and Ella laughed. He set the bowls on the table by the window and made his way back to her, his eyes serious now as he gazed at her.

“You’re beautiful…” he caressed her face, ran his finger down her cheek, their eyes locked and Ella shivered again. He drew her closer and kissed her on the lips, his hands stroking her hair. She sighed and opened her mouth as he bağcılar escort probed gently with his tongue, the soft kiss turning more passionate as he pressed closer. She could feel his erection against her thigh and the realisation made her shudder. She longed to feel him inside her, wanted to feel his skin against hers.

He stood back and undid the buttons on her blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath, his eyes locked on her creamy skin, her dark hair such a contrast as it brushed against her shoulders. Ella unzipped her trousers and let them fall to the floor, standing before him in just her underwear. She could feel her nipples harden under the lace and gasped as Andy bent his head to kiss her skin, pulling aside the material and freeing her nipples from their confines.

“Lie down, Ella,” he said and she lay back on the bed as Andy leant over her, his hands unclipping her bra and removing it. He took her left breast and slowly started to lick around her nipple, causing it to become harder and giving Ella a sensation that filled her lower stomach, the warmth spreading outwards. Reaching down she pulled his shirt from his trousers, her hands finding his smooth skin, her nails tenderly scratching his back as he groaned against her body.

Andy’s hands moved gently across her stomach as his mouth continued to explore her breasts causing her to moan with sheer pleasure. Further and further down he went, so slowly and so gently until Ella felt as if she could no longer bear it. Tiny goosebumps covered her skin and her hips rose to meet his questing hands, silently imploring him to touch her warm mound, but he resisted. He drew tiny patterns over the soft material of her panties, pulling the lace tight until it strained against her smooth silky pussy, And then suddenly he stood up and Ella’s eyes flew open in surprise.

“Don’t worry,” he said smiling at her. “I want my treat…”

He sat back down on the bed and with the spoon, smeared a little of the chocolate ice-cream onto her stomach. Ella gasped at the coldness of it, but before it became uncomortable, Andy bent to lick it up, his murmurs of appreciation making her smile as she watched him enjoy his dessert.

“Mmmmmm…I need some more of this…”

He took a little more and spread it over her skin again and Ella cried out as the cold slush hit her skin. This time he licked it up but moved further down and gently moved her legs apart, his fingers stroking the soft insides of her legs. He bent and blew softly on her panties, making Ella squirm, and then pulled aside the material and kissed her swollen lips. His mouth was cold from the ice-cream and Ella shuddered at the sensations he gave her, making her tingle deep inside.

She felt his tongue glide into her and he opened her legs wider, bending her knees and exposing her fully to his tongue.The bowl of ice-cream was now forgotten as he concentrated on giving her pleasure and Ella moaned his name as he stroked her mound before sliding his finger deep into her wetness. In and out went his finger fındıkzade escort as his tongue flicked across her clitoris bringing unbelievable feelings of ecstasy. She stroked his hair, pressing his face into her ever deeper as his tongue and fingers worked together in unison to bring her the orgasm that was building, layer upon layer. She knew that there was no way she could ever stop it and then she was there, crying out his name as he thrust his fingers into her, kissing her pussy as she finally relaxed.

“My God,” she breathed as he looked up at her, his eyes dark with the desire he was feeling for her.

“Good?”

Oh wow, yes. That was so good.”

Standing up he slowly took off his shirt and then his trousers, his pants bulging with his erection. He stood in front of her for a minute as she gazed at his body and then she leaned forward and rubbed his cock through the material of his pants. She pulled them down and smiled as his erection sprung out at her.

“He wants you, I think…”

“Mmmmmmmm, I think he does,” Ella replied and slowly slid her mouth over the tip, tasting his juices as she sat forward and wrapped her arms around his thighs.

Andy looked down and moaned as he watched Ella’s mouth envelope his hard cock. She moved slowly up and down, licking the underneath of his shaft, kissing the ridge, teasing the little hole at the tip. Every now and again she would look up at him, her eyes looking straight into his and he almost exploded there and then as her tongue concentrated on giving him as many sensations as it could. Up and down, around and around she licked and sucked, now fast and then slow, one hand leaving his thighs to cup his balls in her hands and stroke them gently.

He felt himself grow harder and took Ella’s head in his hands, drawing her closer in as she moved faster and faster, her wet hot mouth inching slowly down to the base of his shaft, sucking harder as she went, her tongue still swirling around the tip, making him groan out in pleasure. Then, with her hand, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, gradually increasing the tightness of her grip and moving faster as her tongue concentrated on the velvety head which was wet with her saliva.

The combination of her mouth and hand made him groan out loud and she sensed he was near, pulling away and making him cry out in frustration. She stood up and turned around and he entered her easily, his swollen cock gliding into her moist pussy like a knife through butter. Gripping her hips he thrust hard inside her and she pushed back, feeling him so deep inside her as he came, his voice crying out her name as he emptied his warm load into her. Again and again he pumped into her as she pushed back at him, their bodies moulding so perfectly together in an act of pure pleasure.

She felt him relax finally and he bent over her, his breath warm against the light sheen of sweat on her back. He withdrew and she turned over to welcome him into her arms, needing to have him close to her as he lay between her legs, his head on her chest.

They lay like that for a long time, their arms wrapped around each other, peaceful and relaxed.

Smiling, he looked at her and said, “I think we fooled that barman, didn’t we?”

She laughed and nodded. “It was so sexy, pretending we were strangers, we must do that again…”

He laughed and held her close. Beside them the ice-cream melted into a creamy pool…

The Picnic

We had been camping out in the middle of nowhere for three days, desperate for a reprieve from our day to day lives in the city when the sky chose each and every one of those precious days to open us and shower us with buckets of torrential rain. This left us confined to our tent most of the time save for one delirious moment where we said “screw it” and ran around outside, splashing into puddles, getting filthy and laughing at the mess we made of ourselves.

On the last day the clouds disappear, the sky brightens to its usual blue and the sun sparkles through the trees warming the atmosphere around us.

“Well look at that.” my long-time boyfriend Oliver observed after straightening up from pulling out the tent’s metal stakes to take it down to be packed.

“Huh?” I startled, his warm deep voice grabbing my attention.

“The sun’s out.” he smiled.

Being my focus was on his juicy peach of an ass I hadn’t bothered to notice that the sun had made an appearance.

“Of course.” I laugh. “On the day we’re leaving, of course it is.”

I pretend to pick up a little, gathering any trash we may have left behind but my eyes are still glued to Oliver’s tall, lean, muscular build. “Perfect man body.” I often tell him while my eyes roam over his broad shoulders, down to his narrow waist and strong legs. After eight years of being together, I still find him insanely sexy.

An hour later we’re pulled over on the side of the highway for a break from driving çapa escort and a picnic. Both of us are stretched out on a blanket among a field of thick green grass, bellies full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, delaying the rest of our trip home.

As I prop myself on my elbows to look around, I notice that the breeze that has been sweeping over us has pulled Oliver’s t-shirt up over the waist of his jeans exposing a sliver of creamy flesh. He catches me staring at him and shoots me a mischievous grin. I take this as an invitation, inching closer to him until my lips land on his temple and travel down the length of his face as my hand begins to roam over that sliver of belly, finger tips grazing the inside of his waistband.

He turns to face me, soft lips gently meeting mine, over and over until he delivers his tongue, igniting the butterflies in my stomach. I feel them sending heat from my belly to the delicate parts residing beneath my sun dress. My tongue pushes harder against his. I feel his body turn to face mine. My legs part, one moving over his so I can feel his hardened cock press against me. His lips leave mine and travel down the length of my neck, teeth grazing the base of it sending jolts of electricity through my entire being. A barely audible moan escapes me when his hand reaches into the deep V of my dress, exposing the pink of my nipple and presses his mouth to it. As he licks and sucks my excited aksaray escort flesh, his fingers slide underneath my dress, tugging at my scant, lacy thong until I’m free of it. My dampened crevice fervently accepts his roaming fingertips as they encircle my clit.

His mouth leaves my nipple. His body moves over mine as he lifts my dress above my hips and his tongue is pressing into the slippery place his fingers were, spreading me apart, lapping up the juice from my body making my legs twitch with ecstasy.

“C’mere.” I whisper.

His head turns to kiss my inner thigh, then my belly before pulling again at my dress to get at my other nipple while I maneuver myself to unbutton his jeans, hurrying to yank them off his body. Once I have his hard cock in my hand I gently pull him closer to me, hips lifting so my eager opening can swallow him.

“Suck me.” he quietly instructs.

My eyes look up to meet his smile broadening across my face. “Gladly.” I return, delaying the instant gratification of fucking him.

I kiss him deeply, pushing his body over so he’s resting on his back before climbing on him, rubbing myself against his cock feeling the familiar twinges of an orgasm bubbling inside of me. He knows what I’m up to and pushes at my hips, wordlessly instructing me to do what he asked.

I grin and get to it, letting my tongue slide over the smooth, velvety texture of his rock hard cock. Over and over topkapı escort I lick him until every inch of him is glistening before enclosing my lips around the head, tongue pressed against the ridge that separates the delicious part from the rest of his thick shaft. I suck and lick, moving further down to continue lubricating him. When my mouth moves back up to the head my hand grips the base, sliding up and down until I hear his breathing become more hurried. I stop, lick my lips and look up at him knowing that I am interrupting his orgasm.

I move to kiss his mouth again while my hand takes his cock and pushes him into me, feeling every last delectable inch of him slide between my willing slit. Propped on my palms, my hips rock back and forth alternating between grinding against the base of his body and moving every inch of him in and out of my body. He pulls me down to meet his mouth, kissing me hard before abandoning my lips to suck on my nipples, hands grabbing my ass so I grind harder against him. It is then that the sound of my voice erupts from my throat as waves of sheer pleasure wash over me, drowning me in the most fantastic delirium I have ever known. Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s this moment, or being out here in the middle of day in a wide open field feeling completely exposed that has me practically screaming with pleasure as my vagina contracts around his cock, over and over until the waves turn into ripples but not before Oliver’s own orgasm erupts. Warm, thick liquid gushes into me making me want to come all over again.

My body collapses onto his, lips delivering lazy kisses onto his neck before sliding off of him to lie on my back. Before we know it both of us have drifted into a satisfied afternoon nap among a field of thick green grass, the sun smiling down on us.

When I Think of You

It never fails. When I think of you, my nipples seem to stay hard constantly and my pussy throbs at the slightest provocation. I fantasize about sex with you, about the sights, smells, and sensations of our sex at its most raw, passionate level. I think about it, dream about it, I am constantly reminded of past erotic exploits we’ve shared, throughout the warm, sunny days and steamier, hot nights. I CRAVE you in my life, the man with whom I can express myself, my uninhibited, unashamed, primitive, primal, sexual self.

I need you lover, I need to let down my guard with you, express myself without fear or shame, when I fantasize about you I know that I can share my body with someone who cares about me outside the bedroom and who desires me completely inside it. I want hours and hours of hot, sweaty fucking that leaves me drained of my every bodily fluid. I want to make a huge wet spot on the sheets and then fuck those same sheets off the bed.

I want you. I want MY lover. I don’t want to share you; I don’t want to question your fidelity. I want to suck your dick like no other woman has ever done, no; I want you to fuck my mouth like you fuck my pussy. I want to lick every inch of your stiff erection; I want to swallow you whole, spit running down your balls. I want you to play mecidiyeköy escort with my nipples while I’m blowing your mind and tell me that you love the way I give you head. I want to lick your nuts and feel them rolling around on my tongue. I want to spread those beautiful asscheeks and look at your asshole as my mouth waters. I need to let my tongue flutter softly, gently over your sensitive skin, making you jump and moan.

Just when you’re going out of your mind, when you think you can’t take any more pleasure, I will roll you over and make a feast of your dick again, stopping just when you’re about to blow. It’s not that I don’t want to taste that hot cum; I want you to save it for me. I want you to pump your sperm deep inside me, to be driven to unload your ball juice deep in my pussy because you crave me so much.

I need you to fantasize about me. Close your eyes and let your mind drift away with images and sensations of our intense love-making. There is no greater pleasure than feeling you pleasure my nipples, licking them softly, sending delightful sensations directly to my clit. Feeling your tongue gently flick those hardened brown peaks, cupping my full breasts to your mouth, back and forth, it’s indescribable. etiler escort Kissing your way down my body, I can spread my long legs for you, giving you access to my treasure. I can feel your masculine fingers part my moistened pussy lips; expose my hardened clit, your warm lips just inches from my aroused sex. Hearing you inhale the scent of my wet cunt tells me that you crave me, my essence, all that I am.

I long to feel your fingers invade me, manipulate me, to make me bite my lip trying to hold back my moans and sounds of pleasure. Knowing me so intimately, you would know that a flood of profanity will follow the minute you start licking my juicy slit, tenderly coaxing my hardened clit from its hood. Giving you all access, pulling my legs back to my chest, exposing myself completely to you, feeling decadent and sexy being so vulnerable, I want to feel your tongue lick me from my clit to my asshole and every inch in between. I need your fingers in my asshole while you softly suck my clit, my legs wrapped around your head, grinding my pussy on you, holding you to my mound while I try to cum so hard in your mouth you think you’re drowning, coating your face with my juices as I BEG for you to fuck me.

When you think of me, kağıthane escort make no mistake about it; fucking me is what I want. I can fantasize about all sorts of foreplay, even about how adventurous we could be as a couple, playing in public or playing with others. But all the mental stimulation in the world always ends up at the same destination. I want to be penetrated by a beautiful, strong, loving Black man. I miss the sensation of having that dick rub my pussy lips, teasing me, sliding up and down my slit, making me anxious and excited for that split second when we connect, that instant when I feel you enter me and we become one. I can’t think of a better sensation than feeling that thick, hard dick thrusting into me, pumping me, filling me with ecstasy.

If there is a heaven, it’s having your full weight on top of me, hearing you whisper in my ear, “Damn baby, your pussy feels so good on my dick, I love you,” with my nails digging in your ass, pulling you deeper and deeper inside me. And I crave you deeper, harder, faster, fucking me with all your might. From behind, I want you to grab my hips, to feel my tits swinging while your thrusts with all your might as you put your finger in my ass. On top of you, I want to use your dick like my dildo, making myself cum, rubbing my clit up and down the shaft of your penis while I feed you my tits. Finally, with my legs pressed back and your tongue in my mouth, I long for that explosive finale when I can feel your dick POUNDING me, making me scream, tears in my eyes and ready to receive your precious gift when I’m getting thoroughly fucked.

Copyright 2010 AfroerotiK

The Pleasure Room Video

I was surfing through a few adult websites, and came across one that offers videos of young women riding a variety of sex machines. Basically dildos attached to all kinds of stuff from upward thrusting plungers to one that was actually attached to a Kitchen Aid mixer!! The site included several testimonials including one from a young wife who said that she got so excited from the opening scenes that she watched the rest of the show on her husbands lap. I know that it would be exciting to think that the same thing might happen if a couple decided to read one of my stories together.

Anyways I decided that Bob and Carol might do something like that, and so the story was born. It was suppose to end on a very passionate note. But much to my own surprise, the final three paragraphs just sort of tumbled out of my brain and on to the keyboard and once again my creative mind has shocked even me.

Enjoy…

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“Oh, My God, that’s Susan!”

Carol and I were relaxing in her living room after a steamy session in the Jacuzzi. I had slipped a video into the VCR and said ” there is something I need to show you.” She had just realized that the naked woman on the screen, was her friend and former neighbor. I had only met Susan once, but I had no trouble recognizing her. It was last spring, when we shared what I thought was spontaneous sex while shopping at her garage sale. The following day after that encounter, I had learned that Carol had selected me to be part of Susan’s going away gift on the eve of her departure to the Philippines. It was almost a year later and Carol and I had become close friends and lovers.

My daughter approved of the relationship and had even given us the matching terrycloth bathrobes we were wearing that night. But when my daughter was home from school, Carol and I spent our time together at her house. Her teenage children were living with their father for the summer. Carol, exclaimed, ” where did you get that tape?”

I told her that it was one of over a hundred copies that were found in a storage room at the Paradise Spa and Health Club. Postal Inspectors had gotten a search warrant after receiving a complaint that the tapes were being sold to underage children. The owner has been charged with a federal crime, and the tapes were turned over to our police department. The box claimed that the voyeur tape showed the intimate details of a woman experiencing an orgasm on a masturbation machine.

They found the sex machine, called a Jetaime II, in a locked room that could only be accessed through the Women’s Locker Room. The machine consisted of a covered bench with rounded sides that was about the girth and length of a man’s torso. It was designed so that a woman could comfortably sit on the saddle and impale herself on an upward thrusting dildo powered by an electric motor. This one was modified with an adjustable backrest that would simulate lying back on to a man’s chest or knees. It was sitting in the middle of the floor on top of what looked like a wrestling mat. The police also found a microphone in the room and three hidden camcorders, with remote controlled zoom lenses.

“Those machines are legal, right?” Carol wanted to know.

I told her that yes, owning, and charging for sessions on the Jetaime was legal. The Spa showed a taksim escort nice profit from the rental, and also from discreetly selling supplies which included the detachable dildos and scented lubricants. However if the session was recorded without Susan’s permission, making and distributing this voyeur tape would be a criminal offense. I explained that the police had showed some stills from the tape to the cashier at the spa. Apparently the tape was made a couple years ago and she did not remember Susan’s name but remembered that she was Carol’s guest.

Carol said ” I bought her the Queen for a Day Package for her 40th Birthday, but I was on-call at the hospital and had to leave before she was done.”

I told Carol that the police investigator on the case said that at this point they did not know if a crime had been committed. He knew that we were dating and had asked me to find out if Carol could identify Susan, and then the police would ask her if she wanted to press charges.

Susan was still in the Philippines teaching at a mission school, but the two friends e-mailed each other quite often. Carol just flashed an impish grin, and said ” well, it looks like her, but maybe we better watch the whole tape just to make sure.”

In the opening scene, we can see a long shot of a naked woman, carrying a small tray, walking through a doorway. She locked the door behind her and walked to the center of a small room that is lit by soft pink lights. She puts down the tray and kneels down in front of the machine. The scene then changes to a frontal view of the woman leaning over the saddle. She is holding a flesh colored dildo in one hand and a cylinder that protrudes from a hole in the top of the saddle in her other hand. We can see her small, but very taut breasts hanging down. When Carol saw the close-up of the erect dark brown nipples just barely scraping across the smooth surface, she reached into her bathrobe and pulled on one of her own nipples. When the woman in the video starts screwing the dildo on to the cylinder, Carol stuck her other hand into the folds of my robe and reached between my legs. Then the woman leaned forward and licked the dildo and Carol, pulled my robe aside and kissed the head of my quickly growing penis.

The viewed changed and we were now looking directly at the woman’s small, but slightly flared butt. Her knees were parted just enough to see the swollen lips of her vulva, that seemed to be very moist.

Carol whispered, more to herself then me ” she must have been playing with herself in the shower. She doesn’t usually get aroused that quickly”.

I whispered back, ” yes, we found that out when Susan and I had first tried to satisfy our lust, but how did you learn that?”

Carol sat up and lightly bit my ear lobe and said ” close friends have lots of girl talks.” Then she quickly changed the subject and said ” look she getting on the machine.”

The next scene was of Susan standing up, and squatting on her knees over the machine. She did not impale herself over the dildo, but rather scooted forward on the saddle until it rested against her pubic bone. When Susan reached down and parted her vaginal lips, so that the shaft of the dildo could slide between them, Carol stood up and let her beyoğlu escort bathrobe fall to the floor. She climbed on to my lap, with her back facing me, and positioned herself so that my erect penis was mimicking the dildo. I looked over Carol’s shoulder and watched as both of the women, one on the screen, and the other in my lap rocked their pelvises back and forth lubricating the dorsal surfaces of nearly identical sized rigid shafts. I reached around Carol’s body and gently cupped her taut breasts while I nuzzled my face against her neck.

When I sucked on her earlobe and gently blew warm breath into her ear, she groaned and said ” Oh, Bob, you will always be better than a machine.” I realized that no man, and especially one who was nearly 60, was going win this contest on endurance, but with my many years of experience, I could certainly pick up enough points on quality to make up the difference.

We watched as Susan picked up a small control box and started playing with the buttons. When she had the dildo at it’s lowest point, she leaned upward and positioned herself so that the head just barely penetrated her vaginal lips, and then waited. Carol took the cue and followed Susan actions. I remembered when Carol did something very similar to that on our train ride to Montana. The camera zoomed in on Susan’s vulva, and I braced myself knowing that Carol was going to plunge downward the moment she saw the dildo push it’s way into her friend’s body.

Carol looked over her shoulder at me and when she saw the tension in my face, she said ” Just lay back and enjoy the show, Bob. I’ll take care of everything at this end.”

Susan hit the button, and then grabbed her knees. Carol plunged her small body downward and impaled herself. Soon both women, Susan on tape, and Carol in my lap were starting to groan, and their breathing became labored. They were in some sort of a race, except that Susan was being plummeted by an upward thrusting chunk of plastic, and Carol was using her own power to slide up and down my stationary penis. I felt that I had to become a part of this contest between men and machines. When Susan started to twist her nipples, I took the clue and gently massaged Carol’s breasts and gently teased her nipples with my thumbs. When Susan reached down between her legs, I reached around and massaged Carol’s clitoris. Then I realized that I could go one better, and I moistened my middle finger of my other hand and shoved it up into Carol’s rectum. She let out a long howl, that ended with her screaming ‘ Oh, God that feels so good.”

I looked over Carol’s shoulder and saw the camera zoom in on Susan’s face as it tensed up. She bit her lip, let out a cry and then the camera zoomed out again just as she fell backwards on the inclined backrest. Her orgasm did not seem as intense as I remember when I was with her, but to be honest, dear reader did you expect me to say anything else? It took Carol just a little longer, and maybe because I was in a more passive mode, I was able to outlast her this time. Carol and I felt her body starting to shudder, and I cried out ” give me a few more moments”. She continued to pump even as a second wave of convulsions ripped through her body. Finally she felt my body return with a couple beşiktaş escort involuntary thrusts and then she fell back into my arms.

Susan sat up and smiled into the camera, and I was expecting to see the closing credits roll, when I noticed a shadow. ” Hey”. I exclaimed, ” I think there is someone else in the room.”

Carol started to get tense when the camera zoomed back just enough to frame Susan’s breasts and down to her legs. We watched as another pair of legs sits on the saddle behind Susan, and two small hands reached around her and cupped her breasts. The camera zoomed back a little more and we saw a head with blond hair nuzzle her neck. Susan turned her head with a pucker formed on her lips The head tilted up and kissed her, and I saw those blue eyes and that familiar impish smile. I realized that Carol, my friend and lover, was also Susan’s lover. Carol just exhaled and in a quiet whisper, said “they promised to edit that out of the tape.”

She went on to explain that she come back to the Spa to pick up Susan and was told that she had gone into the Pleasure Room. They gave Carol a key and after she had taken off her clothes she slipped into the room just before Susan had experienced her orgasm. Susan looked so happy, that Carol decided to give her a special hug. They had not known about the taping at the time, but several months later Susan was approached, and offered a substantial amount of money if she would sign a release.

“So Bob, as far as Susan is concerned, no crime has been committed, but I just might want to talk to my favorite lawyer.”

Carol got off my lap and then turned around and sat back on my lap facing me. She looked me in the eye and said ” can you forgive us?”

I playfully kissed her nose and quickly replied, “there is nothing that needs forgiving. I have already told you that I have had partners in the past who were bisexual, and you are here with me, and the other woman is a half a world away.”

Carol smiled and then kissed me gently. I suppose that I at least owe you an explanation.” She cuddled up against my chest and said “Carol and I are good friends and we have a lot in common, including two ex-husbands who were real jerks. The men went out together a lot. They fished, they hunted, they played golf, and they also enjoyed the companionship of 25 year old twin sisters. When we found out, Susan and I became even closer. The men left us alone a lot, and when they were around, they always seemed to tired or uninterested in sex.” Carol told me how she and Susan became lovers, but that will be another story.

Carol continued to talk while I held her.”We both had children, and we knew that the party that initiates the divorce does not often get the best end of the deal.” As a lawyer, I had to agree on that point. “So we tolerated our husband’s mutual interests, and found affection in each other’s arms for another year. Then one day, the men came home early from a fishing trip and found us together in the 69 position on the floor of the recreation room. To make a long story short, they both filed for divorce and after our lawyers let them know that we were willing to not mention the twins, we got the houses. Susan children were old enough to move out, and she decided to take the teaching job in the Philippines.”

She leaned up and kissed me deeply, and said ” and you are the first man in either of our lives since we had stopped sleeping with our husbands. What do you think about that?”

I smiled and said ” I think I’ll make you dinner, and then maybe we should send Susan an e-mail and invite her to stay with us when she comes home on vacation”.

Welcome Home!

I’ve been out of town for the last few weeks on business. You’ve been under a lot of stress at work. You’ve been missing me like crazy. But sadly, you’ve been so tired after work you haven’t even wanted to bring yourself to a release, so not only have you been stressed out from work you’ve been sexually frustrated for weeks! You walk through the door after a long day to find me standing there in a black slinky silk robe with big smile on my face.

“Welcome home, honey.”

I wasn’t supposed to be home for another few days. You stand in the doorway for a few minutes, trying to decide if I’m really there or not.

“What… how… when…?” you finally stammer out

“The client settled early. I got an earlier flight, 4 hours ago,” I say as I saunter up to you. As I reach you I place both of my hands on your chest. You still haven’t spoken yet.

“Are you not happy I’m home?” I ask with a pout. You respond by pulling my face to yours and kissing me with an aching intensity; the power and longing shocks me into fisting the material of your shirt and pulling you closer to me. You wrap your arms around me, pulling me into an even tighter embrace. You break the kiss…

“I have missed you so much,” you whisper fervently. I pull you back to my lips. I massage your lips with my tongue, asking for permission to enter; your lips part allowing our tongues to dance together with sensual grace.

Your hands travel down my back to caress and firmly grasp my ass, which elicits an impassioned moan against your lips. Your lips part from mine and begin to place lingering kisses along my throat to the juncture of my neck and shoulder. You swirl your tongue around in open mouthed kisses before you begin to place soft yet firm love bites across my shoulders. A loud hiss of pleasure escapes my lips as my hands travel to your shoulders and my nails dig in. You growl in pleasure at the sudden feeling.

You grip my ass tighter and lift escort merter me up; I wrap my legs around your hips. I can feel your hard cock press against my throbbing center. In the heat of the moment my robe has slipped, exposing my black lace bra. You kick the door closed and place me on the first flat surface you can find.

You pull away from me to untie my robe, letting it fall open around me, fully exposing my body to you. You groan at the sight of me in a pair of black lace boy shorts. I respond by grasping your shirt in both hands. I tug once, suddenly unwilling to take the few extra moments it would take to unbutton it. I tug harder, buttons flying off, and their clatter on the hard floor only excites me further. I can see in your heated gaze my forcefulness excites you as well. I pull hard against the ruin of your shirt to bring your face to mine, kissing you with a hunger so great it’s near violence. I shove the tatters of your shirt off your shoulders before hurrying to unclasp your belt and unbutton your pants.

You are hard and hot and just the brush of my palm against you through the material forces an almost animal sound of want and need from low in your chest. I take your bottom lip between my teeth and nibble as you shove your pants and underwear down in one swift motion. Again I kiss you hard, almost harshly; you kiss me back and grab my face firmly with your hot hands and hold me immobile. You pull back an infinitesimal amount and brush your lips against mine. A tiny whimper of frustrated longing escapes me; I want more and you know it. You tease me with feather soft kisses, holding me still, torturing me with your almost painfully tender kissing. I growl and try to push against your harder. I can feel you grin against my lips and allow me to increase the pressure, but still you hold back, savoring my desire, bringing my want to a keen edge. You lick my lower lip and I shiver in pleasure, taksim escort bayan again you smile against my hungry lips and move to slip your tongue into my mouth, tasting me with languid heat. I moan into your mouth and reach down to grab your hard cock. I surprise you and you gasp, your hips bucking against my hand.

“Please…” I whisper, “Oh God, please…” I beg and that seems to be what you were waiting for. You move to grasp my boy shorts, yanking them down even as you bend to take one hard nipple in your mouth, bra and all. I wiggle my hips to help you get the panties down and arch my back to press my breast harder against your mouth. The shorts stick and with brutal efficiency you simply grab the crotch and yank hard, the lace giving way with a harsh sound. The remains and are tossed over your shoulder and my bra rapidly joins it. You move your attentions to my other breast, licking and suckling softly, then harder, and hard enough to leave a mark, making me cry out.

You take that as your cue and move to brush two fingers along my saturated lower lips. I shudder and you do it again, pressing harder, obviously reveling in how wet you’ve made me already. Quickly you slip one finger deep into me and I gasp again. You put your mouth against mine, swallowing my cries as your thumb circles my clit. I tightened my grip on your rigid length; you moan into my mouth and slip another finger deep into my folds, curling them as you move them in and out. My orgasm takes me, fast and hard, as I shiver and clamp down around your slick fingers. You wait until I stop shaking, withdrawing your hand and moving it to my lips. I take them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around before you take them out again and kiss me, licking my moisture and musk off my lips.

You kiss me harder, drinking me down, and with both hands on my hips you maneuver your rock hard cock into position. With one deft, quick move you escort şirinevler sheath yourself inside me. I nearly scream with the incredible pleasure. You bury yourself deep inside me and just hold yourself still for a moment, savoring the feel of my hot, slick pussy surrounding you. I tilt my hips, wanting you deeper; you answer by withdrawing almost entirely and then slamming back into me, hilt deep, bringing a harsh groan from us both. Then you do it again, hard and fast, out and back in, your grip on my hips pulling me forward to meet your thrusts. You kiss me softly, contrastingly to the hard, fast fuck.

I can’t believe how you know exactly what I want, what I need. You move one hand down and start to rub my hardened clit as you continue to piston in and out of my yielding flesh. I’m close, so close, the angle and rhythm so intense it’s almost pain. I can feel you try to slow, wanting to make this last, but I won’t allow that, the momentum is undeniable. Again you withdraw your whole length, then thrust deep back into me, your hand rubbing my clit faster.

“Cum with me,” you tell me, more an order than an entreaty, and the authority in your husky voice tips me over the edge, I scream out your name as I cum hard around you, clamping and shaking in a long, unbelievably powerful climax. You can’t hold on any longer under the onslaught, feeling the familiar dizzying rush sweep over you, and cum deep inside me. The feel of your spasming into me sets off a second orgasm and we seem caught in a delicious feedback loop, your cumming triggers my own and for many long moments we peak and peak, our mingled juices slick and hot on the table top.

Finally we stand there gasping, your sweating head bowed and resting on my shoulder. I can feel the tremble in your knees and feel an answering weakness in my own body. You raise your head and look deep into my eyes and I am again thrilled at the longing I see there, affection and heat, yearning and contentment. How did I earn that kind of regard? I don’t know, but can only respond by placing a gentle hand on the back of your neck and pulling you to me to kiss with infinite tenderness. You respond with equal softness, and I whisper against your swollen lips,

“Welcome home…”

What Friends Are For

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What Friends Are For

The front doorbell rang, Chris went to the door.

It was Harry, a friend from the snooker club.

“Hi Harry,” said Chris. “Come in. What can I do for you?”

“What are you doing next weekend?” asked Harry.

“Nothing special, as far as I know!” Said Chris, “Why do you ask?”

“Well,” said Harry, “I was supposed to be taking my lady friend to see a show in the West End next weekend, but she’s had to go up North, to visit her sister who isn’t very well. Rather than waste the tickets, I thought you might like to take Mia. They’re good seats, and I don’t want anything for the tickets.”

“What show is it?” asked Chris.

He knew that Harry’s tastes were a bit different from his own, and he didn’t want to commit himself to something he wouldn’t want to see. Harry was a widower, his lady friend was a divorcee. They were both about 50 years old and Chris thought that he was unlikely to enjoy the sort of show they would like!

“Oh, it’s that new musical everybody is raving about.” said Harry.

Chris thought that probably the only people raving about it would be others in Harry and his lady friend’s age bracket.

“Thanks for thinking of us Harry, but musicals are really not my scene!” said Chris.

“Oh dear,” said Harry, “I know Mia likes musicals, so I thought it would be nice for her.”

“Yes, she does like musicals, but I really don’t enjoy them at all,” said Chris, feeling a bit mean about not wanting to take his wife to a West End show. Then he had a thought, “Tell you what Harry, if Mia wants to go, why don’t you take her!”

“Oh, I don’t think I could do that,” said Harry. “The tickets are for Saturday evening. By the time the show finishes and we get out of the theatre, it would be very late for getting home to Suffolk. Even if there was a train that late! I had booked a room at the Strand Palace Hotel, overnight, and intended to come home Sunday after lunch.”

“That’s a shame,” said Chris. “Look, let me have a word with Mia, she might still want to go if you can change the room for two singles.”

“Do you really think so?” said Harry. “Would you be alright with that?”

“Of course, I’d be alright with it. I know you’d look after Mia properly.” said Chris. “I can’t make any promises though, I can’t speak for Mia, but I will ask her!”

“Thanks, Chris,” said Harry. “Let me know as soon as you can, so I can sort the hotel out.”

Mia, Chris’ wife, was out shopping. When she came back Chris told her about Harry’s offer and his own suggestion.

Chris was surprised to find that his wife was quite keen on the idea!

“I would love to see the show,” she said. “I haven’t been to London for ages, and I quite like Harry, he’s good company and young for his age.”

“Right,” said Chris, “I’ll call him and make sure he’s sorted the hotel out. Don’t you keep him out too late though, or you’ll tire the old boy out.”

“He’s only 50,” said Mia, “That’s only 14 years older than me!”

“Yes, I was forgetting that you’re so much older than me,” said Chris with a grin. At 32, he was a whole 4 years younger than the lovely Mia!

“I wonder what I should wear,” said Mia, “I suppose we’ll be out for dinner as well, so I’d better take something smart for the evening.”

“Your black cocktail dress plus the usual trimmings would be right.” said Chris. “With your black silk evening jacket over it.”

“Good idea,” she said.

Chris phoned Harry and gave him the good news. He asked him how he’d got on with the hotel booking.

“Oh, yes! They said it would be fine, and they’d give us two singles next to each other,” said Harry. “I’ll make sure Mia has a good time.”

Saturday morning arrived. Harry came to lunch and the three of them had a light meal together. Chris remarked how excited Mia was, and she said, with a smile, “It’s not every day a married woman gets taken on a date, is it!”

Soon after lunch, Harry and Mia left to get the train to London.

Chris noticed how sexy she looked in her tight jumper, jeans, boots and soft leather jacket. With her 35, 25, 36 figure she looked great. He sometimes forgot how attractive she was.

Chris was going to spend the evening at the snooker club tournament, and have a few beers, he reckoned he was going to have more fun than Mia!

Harry and Mia caught the train to Liverpool Street station, in central London. Then they took a taxi to the Strand Palace hotel.

When they got to the reception desk, they had a problem. There was no record of Harry’s call, changing the double room for two singles, and they were now fully booked!

Harry escort bayan şişli was crestfallen, they were not going to get to enjoy their fun weekend after all.

Mia was practical. “Does the room have twin beds?” she asked.

“No,” came the reply, “It’s a king size double! But there is a sofa, if that helps!”

“Can we see the room, please?” she asked.

“Yes, of course, I’ll get someone to take you up.” Was the reply.

When they got to the room Mia exclaimed that it was beautiful, with great views over the surrounding area. The bed was a very comfortable king size, but the sofa seemed a bit small for sleeping on!

“I don’t mind it being small, “said Harry “If you don’t mind sharing the room.”

“Yes, it’s OK,” said Mia. She wasn’t going to miss the show if she could help it! “Whatever you do, don’t tell Chris we shared a room.” she said.

When they were on their own in the room, Harry said, “I’m so sorry Mia, I did phone and ask them to change the booking, honestly!”

“Are you sure you didn’t just want to lure me into your boudoir,” said Mia with a wicked grin.

“No, honestly!” said Harry, then he realised she was only pulling his leg. “Mind you,” he thought to himself, “I certainly wouldn’t mind getting her into that big bed,” and he found himself getting slightly aroused, and felt his face redden!

Mia saw him blush and was sorry that she’d embarrassed him. She put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a small kiss on the lips, “No problem,” said Mia. “Now, where are you taking me for dinner on our date?”

Harry explained that the show was an early evening performance, so he thought that they could go to dinner after it finished. They could have tea in the hotel before they left for the theatre.

“Do you like Chinese food, Mia?” he asked.

“I love Chinese food,” she replied.

“Well, I thought we might go to Chinatown after the theatre,” said Harry, “and go to one of the Chinese restaurants there.”

“Oh, I would love it!” said Mia, and she gave him a hug!

They went to the hotel’s tearoom for refreshments, then back to their room to change for the evening.

Harry, opted to change in the large bathroom after a shower, but Mia said that he’d spoil his clothes with the steam and spray. She’d have a shower first, while Harry got his clothes ready. Then Harry could go in the shower, while she got dressed. Harry could get dressed while Mia turned her back!

Mia laid her evening clothes on the bed, took her bathrobe, and went into the bathroom to undress. She brought her clothes back out, dressed only in her bathrobe, before returning to the bathroom to shower.

Harry couldn’t help snatching a look at her lovely, milky white, firm breasts, when the bathrobe gaped open as she put her day clothes in the wardrobe. Then, as she turned to go to the bathroom, he got a flash of her pussy with a small triangle of pubic hair just above it. “She keeps it nicely trimmed,” he thought. He had to turn away to hide his erection from her!

While Mia was in the bathroom, Harry got undressed and put on his robe. He could hear the shower running and imagined how Mia must look with the water running down her lovely body. His cock was erect again!

Mia soon returned, looking pink and fresh. “Your turn,” she said. “I’ll get dressed while you are in there, and I’ll do my hair and makeup, at the dressing table.

While Harry was in the bathroom, Mia got dressed for the evening. She put on a black lace bra and panty set. The bra was half cup as her cocktail dress was cut low at the front. The panties were very brief and, as with the bra, were see through!

She checked herself in the mirror, seeing how her nipples, pubes and pussy were clearly on display. She loved this lingerie!

She completed her underwear with a pair of dark coloured hold up stockings with black lacy tops. When she put on her dress, she noticed that the short skirt only just covered her stocking tops when she was sitting!

Harry showered and soon returned. Mia was busy making herself even more beautiful.

“Keep your back turned,” he warned her. “I’m going to get dressed now!”

“Ok,” she said, “I won’t peek!” But she angled herself so she could see him in the dressing table mirror. She wanted to see if he kept himself fit, as he always seemed so trim and upright!

Harry discarded the bathrobe and Mia took a deep breath. He had no underwear on under the robe and, as he bent to pick up his boxers from the bed, she saw his cock swing down. It was big, in fact it was very big. Bigger than Chris’! It had to be 8 inches long and fairly thick. It was a magnificent cock!

She was so busy looking at his cock that she almost forgot to check out his body! He was in good shape, a bit of thickening at the waist (he was fifty after all) but otherwise a fine figure of a man!

Her eyes went back to his cock again, just as he was pulling his boxers up. “Wow,” she said to herself, “I wonder what escort topkapı that would be like inside me.” His girlfriend, Peggy, was a lucky girl!

Mia put the finishing touches to her makeup. She couldn’t get the sight of Harry’s cock out of her mind, she realised that her nipples were hard in her lacy bra, and her pussy was moist!

“Must stop thinking about it.” she thought.

“Come on Harry,” she said, “We’ll be late if you don’t hurry.”

Harry was dressed apart from his tie and jacket. He was wearing a nice grey lounge suit with dark brown slip on shoes.

He was doing up his tie. “Here, let me help you,” said Mia, “pulling the knot tight and straightening it out. She had her hands on his chest, he smelled good. “You’ll do,” she said, kissing her fingertips and placing them on his lips. “Let’s Go!”

They took a taxi to the theatre. They had good seats and the show was marvellous. Mia enjoyed every minute of it!

After the theatre they walked to Chinatown.

It was a lovely warm evening. The lights in the bars and restaurant windows were bright and colourful and there were coloured lanterns suspended above the streets. Many of the buildings were decorated with Chinese dragons and had Chinese style gates. Some of the street signs were written in both English and Chinese.

They chose a restaurant, and enjoyed a very good meal, with a bottle of Champagne.

“Let’s walk back to the hotel,” said Mia, “I’m enjoying myself so much, I want to make the most of it!”

“Ok,” said Harry, “why don’t we have a stroll through Soho?”

“Oh, yes, let’s do that,” said Mia, “it’s so sleazy!”

She put her arm through Harry’s and hugged him. She was having fun and Champagne always made her happy and relaxed.

As they walked through Soho, they passed lap dancing clubs, strip clubs and shops, selling all manner of sex aids, still open despite the late hour!

Mia was amused by the number of small cards pinned up outside some of the building entrances advertising ‘Model’s Services’, ‘Sexy Massage’, ‘French Lessons’, etc.

The photos displayed outside the strip clubs were turning Mia on. “Can we go into a strip club?” she asked. “I’ve always wondered what they were like!”

“They’re a bit sleazy,” said Harry, “Don’t tell Chris that I took you into one and corrupted you during our date!”

“You haven’t yet!” said Mia, looking at him with an impish smile!

Harry paid the entrance fee and the girl taking the money gave Mia a funny look! “She doesn’t look like a working girl,” she thought, “what’s she doing down here?”

Downstairs in the club it was dark, except for the brightly lit stage. Mia could make out the outlines of the audience in the reflected light, and she noticed that there were no other women there!

There were empty seats in the front row and Mia led Harry straight to two of these. They settled into their seats just as the show began.

On the stage there was a pole for dancing and a single divan bed with a scarlet cover.

Music began to play, and a young woman with large soft breasts and a shapely backside, came onto the stage, dressed only in sparkly lingerie. She writhed and undulated around the thick chrome plated pole in the centre of the stage. She performed some painful looking moves and after a while removed her bra and tossed it to the side. She continued to ‘dance’ a while longer before removing her panties, then started to rub her completely shaven pussy up and down on the pole!

“She’s getting more out of it than the audience,” Mia whispered in Harry’s ear. “Do you think she gets paid for it as well?” Harry chuckled!

A couple of other pole dancing acts followed, pretty much as the first act, and none of the girls looked as if they enjoyed what they were doing.

Then an attractive, and totally naked couple, came onto the stage. They started to dance sensuously to soft music and began to rub themselves on each other’s bodies. They caressed and stroked each other, and both became aroused. Her nipples visibly hardened and stood out stiffly from her nicely shaped breasts, while his cock swelled to a good length and stood out straight from his underbelly!

The girl took hold of the man’s cock and made as if to lick it, without actually making contact. She opened her mouth, as if to take it in, but turned her head away at the last moment.

The man kissed the girl’s nipples but didn’t suck them as expected but kissed down towards her shaven pussy. He stopped short of her clitoris, but she threw her head back as if he had sucked hard on it!

After a few minutes they moved to the bed and began to have simulated sex. They were very good, moving and writhing on the bed in such a way, that the audience couldn’t be sure if they were actually making love or not.

At the end of their act, as he positioned himself, and began to lower his body as if to penetrate her, the stage lights dimmed slowly to darkness!

As the house lights came up, the escort bayan mecidiyeköy couple took a bow at the front of the stage and walked off to deserved applause!

Mia found that she was holding her breath, she was thoroughly aroused. Her nipples were swollen inside her bra and her pussy was wet. She wanted to see more but that was the end of the show.

As Mia and Harry climbed the stairs to leave the club, she was groped two or three times by men around her in the semi darkness, on her breasts and between her legs. She didn’t mind at all!

Back on the street Mia turned to Harry and said, “I loved that, I wonder why more women don’t go to see those shows.”

“I don’t think many women are as open minded as you are, Mia.” Said Harry.

“More fool them,” she replied!

Harry and Mia continued their walk back to the Strand Palace Hotel. They arrived in time to get a nightcap at the hotel bar.

Mia had really enjoyed her date, the show had been great, the visit to Chinatown with dinner very interesting and enjoyable. As for the visit to the strip club, she was still buzzing. Every time she thought about the couple’s erotic dance, she felt a bit light headed and horny!

Finally, it was time to go to bed. As they went up to their room, Harry was not looking forward to sleeping on the sofa.

He wasn’t at all upset about having to share a room with Mia, but if he got a look at her semi naked, or lightly clad body again, he might be embarrassed and have to try relieving himself without her noticing!

Mia was wishing Chris was there, she felt so horny she would have dragged him straight to bed to fuck him, frantically. She wouldn’t even be able to masturbate, with Harry sleeping on the sofa, in case he heard her.

As she thought about Harry, a vision of his substantial cock and fit body popped into her mind!

Harry usually slept in just a pair of boxers, tonight he would keep his boxers on and wear a tee shirt as well, in deference to Mia.

He removed his shoes and socks, hung his jacket up and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. In the bathroom he removed his trousers, then hung them up when he returned to the bedroom.

Mia had brought a pink silk, nightdress. It was her favourite night wear. It was figure hugging in all the right places, and she loved the feeling of the silk on her body.

She hung her jacket in the wardrobe, then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She would leave her make up until she showered in the morning.

She thought it would be fun to undress in front of Harry, so when she returned to the bedroom, she unzipped her dress, wriggled it down so it dropped to the floor, and stepped out of it!

She rolled her stockings down and took them off, then removed her bra and let her gorgeous breasts swing free. She hesitated with her fingers in the waist of her panties and decided to keep them on. Then she slipped the silk nightdress on.

She didn’t look at Harry, and at first, didn’t know if he was actually watching her, until she glanced in the dressing table mirror, and saw the huge bulge that had formed in the front of his boxers. She felt her nipples growing hard, she knew that he couldn’t miss seeing them making points in the silk nightdress!

Harry was desperately trying to hide his raging hard on! Keeping his back to Mia he went to the wardrobe and took the spare pillows and bedcover over to the sofa.

Mia said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Harry. I enjoyed everything so much and I really enjoyed your company. It was the best date ever!”

“You made it fun, Mia.” said Harry. “You were the best partner I could’ve had for the evening. It’s a good job you’re already married, I think I have fallen in love with you”!

Mia giggled. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said in a soft voice. “But we did have fun together, didn’t we?”

Harry turned the main room lights out, leaving just the two dim lights on each side of the bed.

Mia got into bed, sliding under the bedcover, and lay her head on the pillows.

Harry lay down on the sofa with his legs drawn up, due to the shortness of it. He pulled the spare bedcover over himself. It was very uncomfortable, and he had only just laid down! It was going to be a long night!

Mia turned the bedside lights out, “Goodnight Harry,” she said.

“Goodnight Mia,” said Harry.

Mia lay on her back, her hand automatically slid down her front and pulled her nightdress up. She cupped her pussy and slid two fingers into her wetness. She was far away from sleep, she wanted to be fucked.

She began to finger herself slowly, trying not to make a noise, so Harry wouldn’t hear. As she rubbed her clitoris, she couldn’t help making a little gasp, she hoped Harry hadn’t heard it.

Harry had heard Mia gasp, he’d seen her hard nipples making little mounds in the front of her nightdress as she got into bed. He knew that she was aroused, and probably rubbing herself off. He was wishing it was his hand on her pussy, and his fingers inside her.

Suddenly the lights each side of the bed came on and, in a husky voice, Mia said,”Come to bed please Harry, I need you!”

Harry knew he shouldn’t, this was his friend’s wife, but he had a deep need of her which he wanted to satisfy. He needed her, too!

Sailing Vacation

This is a work of fiction, inspired by a real cruise, all names have been changed.
Please do not copy or print without my permission.
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The warm, humid air hit me as I exited the big jet from New York. The sounds of the tropics accosted my hearing, welcoming me to Martinique, and a well needed break from the frozen north. The formalities at customs and the taxi to the marina were not really too long, but they increased my anticipation of the pleasures ahead. My vacation really began as I stepped onto my boat and started preparing it for the days of cruising and relaxation planned.

I was busy getting things ready while waiting for Amy to arrive. Even though she was not due for two hours I knew if I wanted to cast off when she stepped aboard I needed to work fast. There was plenty to do to prepare a forty four foot ketch for sailing. Getting food, fuel, ice, and wine took me the better part of those two hours. Making sure everything was properly stowed and the bunks had sheets on them caused me to laugh at how boats turn a man into a housemaid. Yet we never complain even though we never do the same work at home. I was on deck removing the sail covers as the taxi bringing Amy from the airport arrived.

Amy is a lovely brunette with an athletic build and hair that reaches halfway down her back. Her long legs and high breasts make her a dream to watch. Her smile and joyful disposition make her the perfect companion. We had been friends, and even lovers, for many years, but living in different cities had kept us from ever becoming more seriously involved. When she had called me a month earlier complaining of her need to get away from a bad breakup and a cold city, I insisted she take time off to join me for ten days on my yacht in the Caribbean. So there she was wearing a white skirt and a blue blazer looking as if she belonged on a sailboat. Her hair was up in a bun seeming very business like and making her too formal, I hoped I could change that quickly. I jumped onto the pier to pay her cab and greet her. We hugged warmly, feeling genuinely glad to see each other. I grabbed her bag and ushered her on board.

I was glad I had prepared the boat, for I showed her where to put her things and told her to relax and change while I took the boat to sea. As we headed out I was busy with the process of clearing the mooring area and raising the sails. I cut the motor and was about to go below to offer Amy a tropical drink when she came up the companionway. Her long dark hair was flowing over an extra large T-shirt, she looked like a different person. Her feet and those magnificent legs were bare to the sun, and she had the aura of a person on vacation. I gave her the wheel, showed her the course we were on, and went below to get those drinks. When I returned I almost dropped the glasses. At the wheel of my boat was not the proper businesswoman I had welcomed an hour earlier, but an incredibly sexy lady wearing only a tiny red G-string and a wicked smile. She laughed at my reaction and took a long gulp of the punch I had handed her.

“Come on George, we’re in France here and you know nobody wears any clothes. So relax and do the same.”

Her high, firm breasts swayed with the movement of the boat, and her thighs tensed as she shifted her weight with each roll. She was a close friend, and even though we had been lovers I had planned to wait for her to make the decision as to whether we would be again. But the way she looked steering the boat almost naked, with her hair flowing in the breeze, and a mischievous smile, was asking a lot of my self-control.

“Amy, you look much too sexy for me to remain a gentleman.” I told her.

She laughed again and answered, “I want you as much as you want me, George, but I think we better anchor this boat before we start anything.”

I took the wheel and headed for the first cove to anchor and find out if she really meant what she said. While dropping the hook and furling the sails I couldn’t keep my eyes on what I was doing, her tight ass and lovely tits drew my attention constantly. As soon as the boat was secure Amy dove into the clear azure water and swam calling out for me to join her. I stripped and dove in to catch her. She swam to me and took escort levent my breath away with a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands caressed my ass and between my legs while her tongue played with mine. We broke for air laughing and romping in the warmth of the sea. All tension seemed to be floating away to be forgotten. She grabbed my hand and said.

“Now let’s climb aboard and see if we are still as compatible as we used to be.”

I scrambled up the ladder behind her almost dying as I watched that taut, scantily clad rear end ahead of me. The minute we hit the deck we fell onto the cockpit cushions in a deep embrace. Not even bothering to dry off we kissed with a hunger I could barely believe. The evening sun still warmed our wet bodies, but there was another source of heat keeping us from feeling a chill. Our passion mounted as we kissed wetly and my hands pulled off the only piece of clothing left between us. I knelt on the cockpit floor and embraced her belly, licking her navel and moving my lips slowly to the moist fur below. She placed her foot on the wheel opening herself to my eager mouth. I savored her mixture of sea and woman with delight. I let my tongue explore her pussy and washed her with my saliva, sucking and nibbling every inch. She ran her fingers through my hair and pushed her hips against my mouth. I drove my tongue into her canal fluttering it as it entered. Then I sucked her nub while pulling her ass to me. She pushed harder on my head almost drowning me in that briny heaven at the onset of her orgasm. She held onto me as the waves rolled over her, and I could feel her muscles contracting on my tongue as she came.

I kept my mouth on her drenched opening tasting her juices and inhaling her muskiness as her body slowly regained its normal rhythm. She pulled me up to her face and kissed me deeply savoring her own fluids as she ran her hands down my back and caressed my ass.

“I want you in me.” she purred, “Take me slowly, it has been so long since I’ve felt your body on mine.”

I was thrilled to oblige. My own desires were boiling over. I ran the tip of my iron like manhood along her slit, then I felt her dripping warmth envelope me as it slid in. She still had a powerful craving for she thrust her hips against me driving my shaft deeply into her channel. We developed a rhythm and soon were making the boat rock beneath us. As I moved in harmony with her I was beguiled by the visual beauty of her desire. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shone, and her dark wet hair clung to her shoulders. Her nipples were puckered, and standing out of her round breasts. Her skin was rosy and moist with goose bumps on her tummy, and her glistening pubic hairs were meeting mine in their own erotic dance. Watching all this was taking me to an even higher sexual condition, arousing me beyond control.

Soon I was feeling my entire being wanted to release itself into her womb, and trying to hold back only increased the tension and excitement. Luckily her lust was overflowing and she started coming just as I felt the explosion arise in my balls. I pulled her to me and stopped all motion as I emptied my energy into her. I could feel the flood pulsing up her canal, and the response of her pussy milking me dry.

This was not just two orgasms, but a true collaboration of craving bodies. Gradually we came down to earth and found our breath. We hugged tenderly as I told her over and over how glad I was to be with her. She stood up pulling me with her as she dove into the sea again. The water felt so good. After having put out the fires of desire it was heaven to just float in the warmth of the Caribbean waters. Amy took my hand, placed it on her pussy, and said.

“I remembered we had been good as lovers, but I didn’t think that good. Thank you for encouraging me to take this vacation. This is heaven.”

We climbed back on board feeling refreshed and contented knowing wonderful days were ahead. I took her below to shower off the salt and plan the evening. As we sat wrapped in our towels watching the last rays of the sun disappear, Amy asked me if I didn’t mind if she spent most of the time on the boat in the nude. Seeing that we were in the French islands no one would be surprised or shocked, and it certainly was a nice change from winter in escort bayan New York or Chicago. So we unwrapped the towels, put our feet up, and planned the evening naked as the sun set.

The cove we had anchored in had a wonderful restaurant where after ten at night the owner would play the guitar and sing until the last customer left. I offered to take the dingy ashore and make a reservation. Amy said she would love that but needed to know how to dress, I told her a skirt and blouse would be fine. I threw on jeans and a shirt and took off in the dingy.

On my return 45 minutes later I found her below on the settee trimming her bush to almost nothing. She told me she wanted to get the maximum tan while on this cruise. Then she asked me to give her a massage to make her skin soft. She handed me the oil and went to lie on the v-berth in the forward cabin. Stretched out face down she presented me with an exquisite vision of long well tuned legs leading to a remarkable ass just begging to be fondled. I stripped off my jeans and shirt, spread the oil on her back, and started to seriously massage her.

Soon my concentration began to waver and my hands departed from their original task and started caressing her succulent body. As I molded the globes of her behind she moaned and wiggled with obvious pleasure. I let my hands wander to the insides of her thighs and return to her ass. She opened her legs indicating her desire for a more intimate caress. I lightly let a finger slide along her cleft feeling the smoothness of her lips and the warmth of her lust. I drew circles around her cheeks and returned to her slit on every revolution, each time her hips rose to meet my fingers seemingly in an attempt to increase the pressure.

Suddenly she rolled over pushing her pussy against my hands. I complied by focusing my strokes there. I added more oil making her mons glisten. I opened her lips with one hand and gently slid the other from her anus to her clit. As I made contact with her button her hips lurched involuntarily and she groaned her desire. Reading those signals I massaged her labia and fluttered a finger on her slippery clit. As her moans increased I spent more time making little circles around her button as I inserted one, then two, digits into her sopping channel.

It became obvious she was nearing climax so I backed off and positioned my rod at the opening. Slowly I wet the tip with her juices and used it to rub her nub some more. She grabbed my hips and pulled me into her, impaling herself in one motion. I let her lead as her craving was making me hot. Watching her desire was building my own lust as her skin took on a glow and her eyes become pools of passion. Her movements were uncontrolled as the inner heat drove her. I reveled in the sensations she imparted to my loins, and let myself be guided by her runaway appetite. My own hunger was about to boil over so I took her clit between my thumb and forefinger and gently milked it. This drove her over the edge. Her back went straight and all motion stopped as I felt her pussy rhythmically clamping down on my prick. Needless to say that took me right with her and I pumped my passion deep into her belly. I fell onto her breasts exhausted but thrilled that we had truly gotten back together.

We showered and prepared for dinner. While getting dressed I asked her to leave off her panties so I would be excited all during the meal. She laughed and said it would keep her excited also. As I rowed the dingy across the cove to dinner we both expressed our happiness at being so close again. The evening breeze played with the hem of her skirt and provided me with a glimpse of her perfect legs and their junction. I was to be tantalized by that view the whole evening. We disembarked to a rickety pier. I enjoyed the unobstructed view of her upper thighs again and led her to the bistro.

Creole cooking, and sweet scented plants, created the feeling of exotic vacation. We lost ourselves in the sensations while enjoying the excellent food. Amy was lively and full of mischief. She frequently flashed our seductive Creole waitress who never missed a beat and seemed to enjoy the show. The warm air, the spicy food, and the heat in our loins made us oblivious to all the other patrons. Between courses I could not escort maslak resist nuzzling and caressing Amy’s neck and hair. I was whispering naughty phrases into her ear when the serveuse placed a hand on each of our shoulders and said;

“I must interrupt for it is time for the lovers to order desert before the music begins. Perhaps after I finish my duties I may share an old rhum with you as we listen to the lovely ballads.”

Amy didn’t even look at me as she answered;

“Oh, yes, please, we would love that!”

As she spoke she looked into those dark Creole eyes and ran her hand up the back of the woman’s thigh.

The Creole beauty moved closer to Amy, obviously enjoying the contact. She looked at me and laughingly told us her name was Vivienne, and that she would love to “party” with the lovers. As I introduced us, Amy hugged her and kissed her on her bare midriff. Clearly Vivienne needed no further encouragement. She took our orders and left with a seductive swing to her walk.

Amy expressed her excitement and told me she had never felt free enough to try anything as wild as this. I certainly was in the same boat, and the anticipation was making me hotter by the minute. My hand was drawn to her thigh and higher. I felt her dampness and knew she was enjoying herself.

The music began. The owner played the guitar beautifully, playing local ballads and other love songs. The lights had been dimmed, only the candles lighted the few remaining couples. Vivienne brought us three snifters of dark rhum and told us she would return in a few moments. When she did she sat between us, put her arms around us, and said;

“My beautiful lover friends we shall have an enchanting evening together.”

We drank, recounted our lives, listened to the music, and let our hands wander under the table. As the songs ended we were old friends with fires raging. Vivienne asked us to follow her through the lush vegetation to her beachside home. It felt so natural in this exotic setting. She opened her house but left the lights off only lighting a few candles and putting on some Martinique music. She turned to Amy and gently kissed her mouth while letting her hands explore inside her top. Amy began to moan and lifted Vivienne’s short blouse. Soon they were both free of their tops letting their hands roam each other’s breasts.

I stood in dim light watching two hot women discover the other’s body. Vivienne’s was round, soft, and smooth, her breasts were high perfect circles with dark areolae. They were not very large but Amy’s hand could not cover them as she felt every inch. Now they were dropping their skirts, and caressing their butts. As Vivienne dropped her skirt I noticed she was sans panties as Amy and I wondered if she had been when Amy had slid her hand up her skirt. She was shaven below which I had never seen on a dark woman. Amy, on discovering this, dropped to her knees and pulled Vivienne to her. She held her ass and buried her face in Vivienne’s pussy. I watched as she tasted the Creole honey barely able to contain myself but knowing this was not for me.

Vivienne fell onto the canapé holding Amy’s head in place. She was talking in French as she stroked Amy’s hair. It seemed as if Amy understood and increased her attention. While she feasted on Vivienne’s muff she let her hands roam to those round dark breasts whose nipples were showing signs of severe excitement. Vivienne’s nubs looked hard as pebbles, as Amy pinched and twisted them. The intensity of their actions increased with their arousal, and it was becoming difficult for me to simply observe. I shed my clothes and approached Amy’s rear end. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her ass. She was wet and hot. I couldn’t wait and buried my shaft in her steaming pussy. She pushed back onto my rod and rotated her hips while never missing a lick on Viv’s box.

The action was too hot for any of us to last and we soon came together with many groans and a mixture of languages crying “Yes, yes, yes!” Vivienne pulled Amy next to her on the couch and I joined them. We caught our breath and invited Vivienne to spend the day with us on the boat the next day. She told us it was her day off and that she would love to be with us. That settled we made unhurried love for the next hour and then returned to the boat knowing tomorrow would be even more wonderful.

I fell asleep thinking how beautiful it was going to be, the three of us, free of clothing sailing under the azure Caribbean sky. I knew Amy had forgotten all her troubles and we had started the best vacation of our lives.

Wet Night Ch. 01

James had had it installed in the backyard as a surprise for me not long ago. But between our hectic schedules and recent rains, we hadn’t had a chance to break it in.

I have to admit I’m a sucker for sex in water. I don’t know what it is, but when I’m soaking wet, I can’t get enough. So one night, I decided that I was absolutely going to get pleasured in my new hot tub.

I set some scented candles in the living room and a bucket for a bottle of champagne, to lure him into the mood for the evening. It was beginning to get darker earlier, but it was still rather warm outside, so we’d be ale to enjoy the night.

Out by the tub I set some thick towels to bundle up in afterwards. I checked the water and felt a warm tingle rung through my entire body thinking of tonight.

Shortly before I knew James would be home, I changed into something I knew he wouldn’t resist. I slipped on a pair of white lacy boy-cut panties that rode high on my butt. Thongs are so boring. They leave nothing to the imagination. Besides, the snugness of my panties always made me feel as though James were there, cradling my bottom. I put on a matching bra, low cut so that my breasts were showing nice and full. Over top, I wore one of his oxfords with the sleeves rolled up and buttoned partly.

I took a look at myself in the full-length mirror as I pulled my auburn hair into a loose roll to keep it dry in the tub. I always have been an admirer of the female body. I was very please with myself tonight. I began to imagine the long night of passionate sex I was in for and felt that same jolt of arousal. Warmth began to radiate from between my thighs and my breasts began to swell with lust.

I began to roll my fingertips over my nipples as the warm from my thighs turned higher and wetter. I wanted James to smell my arousal, knowing how it turned him on so. I forced myself to stop and went downstairs to finish preparation.

From the kitchen I took the chilled champagne and set it in the bucket. I lit the candles, turned on some soft music and stretched out on the sofa.

I completed everything just in time to hear James entering from the foyer. “Skylar? Where are you?” I looked at the window. It wasn’t quite dark enough yet, so I’d delay him in escort fındıkzade the living room before heading out back.

I didn’t respond, knowing he would soon hear the music and smell the candles. I sat back and smiled, as his heavy footsteps came down the hall. Soon he stood in the doorway and saw me surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight.

“Surprise,” I said coyly.

He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he strolled into the room, his hinds in his pockets. “Well, well, well. What have we here?” He stood before me, looking down at me on the sofa.

I rose onto my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I wanted to have you all to myself tonight,” I answered. I began to gently kiss him, feeling his soft, full lips against mine as I slipped my tongue in between. I love to kiss him. His mouth felt firm behind the soft lips, forceful yet submissive.

He circled his arms around me, drawing me closer. I melted against him as I nibbled on his lower lip, sucking it gently. I ran my fingers along the back of his neck, through his hair and back down over his earlobes. He squeezed me tighter, as his tongue probed my mouth, drinking me in.

Reluctantly, I pulled back enough to look him in the eyes. “How about you get more comfortable while I pour a drink?” I said as I ran my finger along the outline of his mouth.

“How comfy should I get?” he asked as I felt his hand sliding down my hip to my rump.

I kissed him again. “As comfy as you want, because it won’t be on long.”

He winked and let me go. I sat back down and opened the champagne carefully as James began to strip down. He dropped clothing left and right until he was standing before me only in a pair of well-fitting briefs. I couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in front. He wasn’t hard, yet. He had amazing self-control.

I handed him a glass as he sat and leaned back. I climbed over him, glass in hand and leaned down to kiss him again. “All day long,” I began as I kissed his lips, “I’ve been plotting this.” I moved down to his chin. “And now,” I added as I licked the bit of stubble on his jaw, “I’m going to have my way with you.” I began to kiss the soft flesh where his jaw and neck met. I bit gently and sucked.

“Here’s escort vip to being had,” James said, raising his glass. We clinked glasses and downed our drinks. We placed our glasses on the table, and began to kiss deeply.

I ran y fingers through his thick mane as his hands wandered over my body. I bit his earlobe as he raised my shirt from behind, caressing my rump. I could feel the thickening in my groin against my thigh and returned my mouth to his. I kissed him, his mouth pressed hard into mine. He reached back up and began to unbutton the oxford. As he undid the last button, we broke out kiss as he stared up at my body.

“Oh, God, I love you,” he said running a hand over my breasts, tweaking a nipple. He grabbed my hips and pushed me, a signal he wanted me to lay back. I obliged, as he climbed onto me, spreading my legs. He nestled himself between my legs as he continued to harden. I smiled, imagining his long, thick cock breaking from the confines of his sung briefs and splitting the flimsy lace of my knickers.

He smiled down at me, caressing my face. I ran my hand over his sexy chest, circling a nipple with my fingernail. He shifted downward and began to lick my nipples through my sheer bra, grinding his belly over my pussy through my panties. I felt the wetness building down there and groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. I took one of James’ hands and slid it down between my thighs, running it over my hot pussy.

He smiled at me as he peeled down one of my bra cups and began to suck at my pert nipple. Knowing what I wanted, he eased aside the crotch of my panties and ran a finger over my lips below.

I gasped, pressing against his hand while still massaging his neck. He released my nipple from his lips and smiled again. “Is this what you wanted?” he taunted me.

“Yes, baby,” I moaned. He ran his finger along my moist slit, flicking his tongue at my nipple as I bit my lip.

James sat up and reached down to pull off my knickers. He slid them down to where he sat at my knees and I bent my legs so he could get them completely off. Naked from the waist down, I threw one leg over the back of the sofa and allowed the other to dangle down the front. I lay before him, escort halkalı spread open obscenely, one breast exposed.

He ran his hand over my trimmed mound and a finger down my slit. He closed his eyes and inhaled my scent. I gently moved his hands to my thighs, squeezing them to signal to him not to move them.

I reached up to fondle my exposed breast with one hand as I spread my wet pussy open with the other. I rubbed my clit with one finger as James stared fixated. I felt the early building of a wild orgasm and stopped, slipping a finger deep into my slippery snatch. James sighed with delight. I beckoned him down to me.

He leaned back down towards me as I pulled my finger out. I raised my hand to his lips and he sucked the wet juices from my finger. I licked at his lips as he released my finger and began to kiss me. He moved down my body, suckling my breast, circling my bellybutton with his tongue and down to my hot pussy.

He nuzzled at my slit with his nose, inhaling me deeply. He licked along my slit, slipping his tongue in to savor the juices that had begun to flow. As he licked, he placed his hands on the outer parts of my thighs to draw my legs closer together. He loved how tight I was as thrived when I was even snugger.

I raised my legs, resting them on his back as he raised his head slightly to lick at my hard clit. He slid a finger into my pussy as I moaned. He teased my clit, knowing that it was the build that drove me insane with desire. A second finger joined my cunt as they both snaked their way to my g-spot.

James licked and probed, drawing me closer and closer to a climax. My moans became higher as I gripped at my shirt, trying to hold back from cumming. “Not yet. Not yet.” I moaned. “Oh, oh, Jamie! Oh, baby!”

I bucked against his mouth, eager to cum yet wanting to please him. I groaned, realizing that I wanted to take him in the tub. I finally cried for him to stop, just before reaching my climax. He reluctantly stopped, but not before licking me clean on the outer lips.

I sat up and kissed him, tasting my juices over his face. I shed the oxford and unhooked my bra, removing that too as we kissed before I pulled away.

“What’s going on?” James asked, as I stood up before him naked.

I grabbed the glasses from the table and began to go around blowing out candles. “I’ve been dying to fuck you in the new hot tub,” I replied. I blew out the last candle and turned to look at him. “Get the bucket and bottle.” I turned, and began to make my way out to the back.