Amy Seduces Bill

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It had always seemed to Bill that he could have been a poster boy for Murphy’s Law where women and dating were concerned. “You’re a great guy, but…” followed by any one of a litany of excuses for not getting involved, usually meant the end of any promising situation.

He still carried a bit of a torch for one intensely compatible woman, with whom, years before, he’d had what amounted to a passionate, extended one-night stand during which she had taught him how to make a woman cum uncontrollably by caressing her G-spot in just the right way. The full-body orgasm, which he’d always assumed to be porn-flick fakery, was only too arousingly real, the evidence a hot, wet vagina contracting convulsively around his probing fingers or his lips and tongue.

He was tall at 6’1″, had a decent body for a man who liked his food, beer and wine more than exercise, with kind blue eyes, a full head of sandy hair and unusually soft fair skin. Jaws often dropped when the subject of age came up: he was 47 but usually taken for mid to late thirties. Good genes and longevity ran in the family: his paternal grandfather had lived to be ninety and his beloved maternal grandmother had recently passed away at 95.

A loner by temperament in any case, his intelligence and the breadth of his interests and passions usually intimidated people, so that they usually kept their distance. Most never suspected the sensual, even a little kinky, side that he himself had only really acknowledged after turning 40. But once in a while a brief embrace, ardent word or fleeting kiss gave him a tantalizing glimpse of what just might be possible under more or less the right circumstances, with more or less the right woman.

Sensual as he was, it was no surprise that he yearned for more. The internet in particular was a gold mine of possibilities—even considering the deceit, hyperbole and outright lies just under the surface of many of the personal ads on sites like craigslist. It became a game to him, mentally translating the gushing purple prose of the ads into reality: were these escorts trolling for clients, grotesquely fat sex-starved housewives playing out their fantasies, or something even more off-putting and possibly dangerous?

But one night it was as though the stars were aligned or the gods were smiling—he smirked Ataşehir Escort wryly to himself at the clichés, even as he hoped that, for a change, they might come true. He’d been surfing the web and had come across a craigslist ad, posted less than 15 minutes before, whose heading read: “Did you know that CL personals users have a bad rep? – w4m – 28” Of course they do, he thought.

But she was somehow different. Her name was Amy. She said she was 5’7″, and the rest of her ad showed arch wit, intelligence and smouldering though discreet sexuality. The simple floral sundress she wore in the attached picture showed off just the kind of figure that drove Bill crazy: smooth skin, waist-length dark hair, smallish pert breasts, nicely curved waist and lovely long legs.

What the hell, he thought. I’m just going to go for it; maybe she’s into older men. So he clicked on the link in the ad and wrote:

This is Bill. I’m 47 but look 10 years younger, 6’1″, average build, full head of sandy hair, blue eyes, nice caressable skin; am intelligent, sensual, loving and kind with a dry sense of humour and a wacky streak. Tonight I’ve got this erotic itch I just have to scratch! I give as good as I get: terrific fullbody massage, absolutely love giving as well as receiving oral, and know how to treat the G-spot right! Your pleasure would be as important as mine.

So e-mail me and let’s see if we can hook up. I live downtown too and could get to you relatively quickly.

To his astonishment, Amy replied within 5 minutes:

Hi Bill, you sound like my type! I’d love to get together! Let’s share a few drinks and get comfortable. Let me know when you’d like to scratch that itch and maybe we can meet.

Amy

Wow! Was he dreaming? He responded just as quickly:

How about right now? Where are you located? I live 5 minutes from the subway and can get to most of downtown in 20 min.

She replied immediately that she was in Toronto on a training course,

After the ten-minute subway ride east from his pretty basement apartment toYonge and Wellesley Streets, he walked the half-block north to the hotel, feeling a heady mixture of anticipation and arousal, sharpened ever so slightly by twinges of self-doubt. Entering the hotel, he headed straight for the Kadıköy Escort elevator leading to her floor, took a deep breath and pushed the button.

He knocked discreetly at her door, fighting a momentary impulse to turn and run. Here we go again, he thought.

But the door swung open, revealing one of the sexiest women Bill had ever seen face to face. The picture in her ad didn’t do her justice! Five-seven, about 34B breasts, slender dancer’s build, and with a wry, affectionate grin on her lightly-freckled face as she sized him up. She closed the door behind him, then hugged him hard, covering his face and neck with kisses. He hugged her back, realizing as he caressed her hips through her dress that she was wearing no underwear and was as excited as he. Bill began to get over his case of nerves and grow horny.

Amy did a slow striptease as she removed her dress and bra, then efficiently undressed him. Playfully wrestling him onto the bed, she lay atop him and French-kissed him leisurely as they held one another and relaxed.

“That was some introduction!” Bill gasped when he’d caught his breath.

“Why not?” rejoined Amy. “You’re cute! I’m glad you came.”

“Now, now, not so fast,” Bill replied archly. “I’m not gonna cum that quick tonight if I can help it! But,” he winked, “maybe you will!”

“Oh really?” She giggled and raised her eyebrows.

“Just you wait and see.”

With that, he gently rolled her over onto her back. He kissed her softly on the forehead, on each eyelid, on the tip of her nose, on her lips. Amy sighed. As Bill took one of her breasts in his mouth and kissed and sucked and lightly nibbled on it, then did the same to the other, her breathing became passionate panting.

“Oh God! Don’t stop! God Bill that’s so nice!”

But Bill was just getting started. He kissed his way down her flat stomach, teasing her pierced navel with his tongue as he went and making her groan. He kissed and licked her inner thighs, traced around her pussy lips with his finger, then gently opened them, amazed at how fragrantly hot, wet and ready she was. Slowly he put his right index and middle fingers inside her as he sought her G-spot, then lovingly caressed it with a subtle tickling motion.

Amy soon screamed in sheer ecstacy as Bostancı Escort her vaginal muscles contracted violently around Bill’s fingers. “Jesus that feels fucking wonderful! You wonderful man! Oh you sweet man! Ahhhhhh!” Gradually the contractions subsided, and then Amy took Bill’s head in her hands and peered deep into his eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like that before! Wow!

“And now,” she said with mock seriousness, “now, Bill, it’s your turn.”

He lay back on the bed and she covered his body with hers. She french-kissed him urgently, ravenously, then nibbled the side of his neck, his shoulders, his nipples. He shuddered in delight.

Amy sat up for a moment, reaching for and unwrapping a condom which she unrolled over his still-soft but stirring cock. She took it in her mouth and slowly, sensuously sucked—down to the base, up to the head and back again, as though making love to it. The sensation was overwhelming, the best oral he’d had in months; as often happened, Bill came far too quickly. Amy’s reaction was of surprise, mingled with a touch of resentment.

“That good, huh?” she half-teased. “Thanks for the compliment!”

Stung, Bill fought an impulse to burst into tears. He quickly pulled himself together and forced a wry grin.

“Just means it’s my turn again, sweet Amy!”

He knew what he wanted to do next, and hoped he was making the right move. He slid down her body until his mouth was just below her pussy. He kissed and licked her clit; she started and pulled him closer. He tongued her outer and inner lips, loving her tangy taste. Touching his index and middle fingers to her G-spot, he began to french-kiss her pussy as eagerly as she had his mouth. Amy screamed in delight as powerful vaginal contractions again overwhelmed her.

When she had calmed down, they talked, cuddled and kissed for a while. Eventually both looked at their watches: ten-thirty, work tomorrow, time to get a move on. They shared some cranberry juice, then dressed and kissed each other good-night. Bill wandered home in a daze, the scent of Amy’s juices and perfume still covering his face and upper body. Passersby sometimes shot him curious glances, but Bill paid them no mind.

Sated, when he got home he slept like a baby.

Next morning, there was an e-mail from Amy:

Bill, you are a sweet and sensual man and I’d love to see you again! If I’m lucky I’ll get one more trip to TO before years’ end.

Amy

xoxoxo

I’ll be ready, Amy, Bill thought, with maybe just a little self-satisfaction. Ready when you are.

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April and the Old Fool

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A new twist on the old saying, ‘There’s no fool like an old fool’

My name is Fred Thompson and I grew up in a family of Cops. My grandfather Edward was the Sherriff of Madison County, IL, my father Ralph was the police chief of Sauget, IL, and my brother-in law Edgar was the ‘Agent in Charge’ of the FBI’s St. Louis District office. I say was, because all of them died years ago in the ‘Line of Duty’. I am the only one left who knows the dirty details, but I do not tell their stories, because it is are too painful for me to do so.

Much to the chagrin of my elders, I did not follow them into the ‘family business’ but chose a different path for my life. In 1977 I became an electrician, joining the apprenticeship of IBEW local 349 in Alton IL, three months after I graduated high school. A year later I married my high school sweetheart, and by the time I finished my apprenticeship, we had bought our first house, and had two daughters. Before I retired when I was 62, My girls had graduated college, married young men with great careers, gave us five grandchildren, and moved away, one to suburban Chicagoland, and the other to Beaverton Oregon.

I thought we would enjoy our golden years together and travel to all the places we dreamed about, but fate reared its ugly head. Five years later, I lost my best friend and the love of my life, when my bride of forty years lost her battle with heart disease. Three months after the funeral, I took out the Nikon DSLR she had given me for my sixtieth birthday and joined a local camera enthusiasts club. A year later, I had earned six first place ribbons from contests at the local university and the Art Guild for my ‘work’ and was convinced by my piers to become a ‘Professional’.

I set up a studio in the basement of our suburban Alton, IL home and started taking portraits for my family and friends. The next Spring, I was visited by Mitch, a local professional who did photography for the local high schools. Because two other local photographers had gone out of business over the winter, he was swamped, and needed help taking care of the extra business he had ‘inherited’ from his former colleagues.

When he saw the camera, lens, and the lighting equipment I already owned, he said, “This will work perfectly.” He gave me a memory card, sat on the stool he had placed between my camera and the background, and told me to take three shots of him. I did as he asked, and when we were finished, I gave him back the card. He told me he would be in touch and left.

As soon as he left, I got out my notebook, and copied the settings he had changed on my camera and lighting equipment so I would have a record incase anything got moved.

Three days later, Mitch called me back, and asked me if I would consider being his sub-contractor. He explained that all I had to do was photograph the students he sent to me, taking a dozen shots of each in four different poses according to his specifications. He would supply me with a dozen memory cards and send his customers to my ‘studio’ for their sessions. When I filled the cards, I would return them to him, and exchange them for another dozen empty cards. He would pay me $100 for each card I returned to him filled and give me 20% of the gross profits on his sales of finished products (print packages, framed prints, and albums, etc,).

I agreed to his terms, and Mitch and I entered into a partnership benefitting both of us that lasted three years. During this time, the extra income allowed me to upgrade my equipment and put some money in the bank. However, at the beginning of our fourth year working together, a phenomenon Mitch referred to as ‘Mom-tographers’ was starting to severely cut into our business, so he suggested that we end our collaboration. This was no big loss to me, because by this time I had starting to do other work for the local car clubs and dirt track racers.

The afternoon of the last Thursday of March, I walked into my favorite watering hole and saw a half dozen scantily dressed ‘Biker Chicks’ gathered around a guy wearing a cheap suit and a fake Rolex, who was talking to my friend, the owner of the bar. I had been taking photos for Chuck for several years, capturing images of the racecars he sponsored, adorned by the scantily clad waitresses that worked at the bar. He motioned for me to come over, telling the ‘cheap suit’ “This is the guy I was telling you about, he’s the best photographer I know.”

I was introduced to Ralph Greene, who said he was a ‘Talent Agent’ for an ‘agency’ out of Chicago, and they were planning on filming some music videos at a studio in the area. When I told them I didn’t do videos, he told me they already had a videographer and a sound man but needed someone to shoot ‘Promotional Stills’ for posters and magazine advertisements.

When I asked him how much the gig paid, without missing a beat, he said, “There will be plenty of money ‘down the road’ Ümraniye Escort if you can ‘see your way clear’ to work ‘gratis’ for now.”

Recognizing this as a scam, I declined his offer and said, “When you want to ‘get serious’, give me a call,” as I handed him my business card. I also gave cards to each of the ‘ladies’, and told Chuck, “Bring me two fingers of Glenlivet 12 on the rocks” and headed for my favorite booth, in the far corner of the barroom, away from the noise and distractions.

I was enjoying my single malt in relative quiet, when the prettiest, and only ‘biker chick’ who wasn’t inked sat down across from me and said in a voice that sounded like an adolescent, “Are you really a professional photographer?”

I looked up from my glass into the greenest eyes I had ever seen in my life. She appeared to be barely five feet tall, her wavy hair was the reddest I had ever seen, her skin was the color of ivory, her small button nose turned up, and her sweet smile with perfect teeth warmed my heart. I smiled back at her and said, “I’ve been accused of being one, on occasion,” and then in my best perv sounding voice said, “What’s your name, little girl.”

She answered in a little girl voice, “April Berry, what’s yours?”

Intrigued, I answered, “Freddy,” and smiled menacingly.

She gave me her best ‘shocked’ look and asked, “I hope your last name isn’t Kreuger.”

I smiled, and said in my normal voice, “No, it’s Thompson, Fred Thompson. Is your name really April Berry?”

She smiled and said, “Yes I am. My father named me right after I was born, just before he disappeared from my mother’s and my lives forever.”

I frowned and said, “That was cruel. I have two married daughters, and two of my five grandchildren are girls. I don’t know what I would do if I never saw them again, because they have always been the best part of my life.”

She reached across the table and touched my hand saying, “I can tell you are a good man, but I sense a sadness in you. You have lost someone, haven’t you?”

“I lost my wife a few years ago.” I said quietly. She continued to hold my hand, and we just looked into each other’s eyes for the longest time.

We were startled out of our reverie by the ‘cheap suit’ yelling, “Come on Slut, we’re leaving.”

She winked at me and said, “I’ll be right back,” and slid out of the booth. I watched the cutest ass I had ever seen in a pair of skinny jeans wiggle its way out of the bar, only to return five minutes later carrying an oversized backpack. She slid the bag into the booth, and slid in next to it, saying, “Now, where were we before that asshole so rudely interrupted us?”

I looked at her and asked, “Didn’t you just lose your ride?”

She grinned and answered, “Nah, that guy is a phony, and hanging with him wasn’t getting me anywhere. I want to be a model and an actress, but all he wanted was to do was take me to bed and get me all inked up. I’m smart enough to know that doing either of those would destroy my chances of anyone in the ‘business’ taking me seriously.”

‘Smart girl’, I thought, and said, “So what are you planning on doing next?”

She smiled and said, “Well, if the framed photos I’ve seen hanging in this place were taken by you, I’m thinking you are a very good photographer. While the photos of the dirt track cars Chuck sponsors are great, the ones of the women in bikinis are exceptionally sexy. If I’m ever going to be taken seriously as a model, I’m going to need a portfolio done by a real professional photographer. Would you be willing to do that for me?”

I looked at her sternly and said, “You do realize I don’t work for free, don’t you?”

She smiled demurely, and said, “Yes I do, but do you think we could work something out, just between us?”

Irritated, I replied, “If you think you can ply me with your body to pay for the photos little girl, that will never happen. My reputation is more valuable to me than a roll in the hay with a pretty teenager.”

She started to tear up and said, “I apologize Mr. Thompson, I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m still a virgin, and that asshole Ralph has been trying to get me to turn tricks for him ever since he picked me up when I was hitchhiking outside of Springfield.”

I changed my demeanor, took her hands in mine, and asked. “Where are you from, April?”

“Pekin, Illinois, do you know it?” she answered.

I answered, “Yes I do. Does your mother know where you are?”

She shook her head and said, “We got in a fight two months ago, and I left in the middle of the night when she was working at the hospital. I hitchhiked my way to Springfield, where Ralph picked me up on the ramp at exit 100. I’ve been traveling with him ever since”

I finished my drink, and said, “Get your stuff and follow me, I have an extra bedroom at my house, and you can sleep there tonight. Tomorrow you are calling your mother, so she won’t worry. She deserves to know where you are and that you are safe. İstanbul Escort As I stood up, April grabbed her bag and followed me out of the bar like a little puppy. I threw a twenty on the bar as I walked by and Chuck winked at me.

We climbed into my F150, she put her bag on the back seat of the Club Cab, and strapped herself in. As we drove the six blocks to my place, I asked her, “April, how old are you anyway, sixteen?” She reached into the backpack and pulled out a wallet. At the next stoplight, she showed me her Illinois Driver’s license. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that she was older than I first thought. Her twenty-first birthday was three days away, on April 1st.

When we pulled up in front of my modest suburban home, she said. “Wow, you live in a palace!”

I replied, “Really, my old buddy Tim Gillespie lives in a bigger house than I do.”

She said, “Yea, but he’s rich.”

As we were walking to the house, I said, “April, the Monge’s and the Conaghan’s are rich, Tim is just the Chief of Police.”

She stared blankly as I opened the door, and I asked her “Where in Pekin did you live?”

As we walked into the house, she answered, “406 N. Second St, why?”

I smiled and said, “Right near the bridge, right?” When she nodded, I said, “I know the neighborhood, I rented a room in a house a block away on Third when I worked on a powerhouse remodel, back in the 1980’s.”

She asked, “You lived in Pekin before I was even born?”

We walked into the living room and sat on the couch together. I smiled and said, “I wasn’t always a photographer, but it has been my hobby since I was a boy. The money that paid for this house and my retirement came from my career as a Union Electrician. That was why I was in Pekin. I worked all over the country in the 1980’s. I started taking photos full time when I retired and only started doing it professionally after my wife died.”

April just stared at me for l longest time, not saying a word. Finally, I stood up grabbed her backpack, and told her to follow me. I led her upstairs to what used to be my youngest daughter’s bedroom, and when I opened the door, she said, “It’s pink and purple!”

I said, “Yes, this was my youngest daughter’s bedroom, but my granddaughters stay here when they visit, so Samantha and Shelby chose the color scheme. The bathroom is next door, so if you want to shower and change while I fix dinner, make yourself at home.”

I dropped her bag inside the door and went downstairs to the kitchen. I got a lasagna from the freezer that I had made the month before and put it into the oven. As I was cutting up lettuce, tomatoes and other vegetables for a salad, I heard the shower start.

I took a bottle of Lambrusco out of the fridge and opened it to breathe before I sat down on the couch in the adjacent family room.

As I watched the sun set over the Mississippi River in the distance, I sensed her presence in the room. April was wearing a large black Led Zeppelin tee shirt that hung to just above her knees when she crawled up next to me on the couch. I noticed her hair was still wet when I put my arm around her. She snuggled close and rested her head on my chest. “The view is beautiful from here,” she said as she stared at the horizon. I agreed that it was.

When the timer I had set went off, she asked, “What was that?” I told her that dinner was ready, and she followed me into the kitchen where she watched me take the steaming casserole dish out of the oven and scoop its contents onto the two plates I had waiting. I set her plate of the lasagna and bowl of salad in front of her and poured the wine into her glass.

I put my plate across the table from her and poured my wine before I sat down. Then I bowed my head and said, “Bless us o Lord, for these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, Amen,” and crossed myself.

She looked at me perplexed, and asked, “You’re Catholic?”

I smiled at her and answered, “Not a very good one, I’m afraid to say.”

She smiled and said, “I had a few friends when I was younger that were Catholics. Their parents were way too hard on their kids and themselves.”

I smiled and said, “My wife was always the devout one in the family. Since she died, the girls and I have kind of ‘fallen away’ from the Church, but old habits die hard.” She nodded, and we ate our dinner and drank most of the wine in silence.

After dinner, as April helped me clean up, she said, “You miss her a lot, don’t you?” I just smiled and nodded. She hugged me and said, “I wish I had someone who loved me the way you still love her.”

I hugged her back and said, “I know you think you are all grown up because you’re almost twenty-one, but you have your whole life in front of you. Somewhere, sometime, you will find someone who will give their heart to you. All you need to do is be patient and observant, and love will find you and fill your heart,” and kissed her on top of her head.

She Anadolu Yakası Escort smiled and said she was tired. I told her to go to bed and that we would talk more in the morning. I watched her cute little ass wiggle under the oversize tee shirt as she climbed the stairs and thought, ‘Dam she’s hot, but I’m old enough to be her grandfather, what’s wrong with me?’

I poured what was left in the bottle of wine into my glass and sat on the couch drinking and watching the stars come out over the distant St. Louis skyline. I realized that I too was sleepy, so I rinsed out my empty wine glass, loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, started it, and headed to my bedroom to get ready for bed. Since my wife’s funeral, I had taken to sleeping nude when I was in the house by myself, but since I had company, I decided to leave my boxers and undershirt on, and climbed into the big empty bed I now slept in alone.

I soon fell into a dreamless sleep, but sometime during the night, I started to feel like someone was pleasuring my erect ‘little soldier’ with what felt like a very wet mouth. Realizing it was only a dream, I let myself enjoy the sensation. It was so strong that when I opened my eyes and looked down I saw what appeared to be something moving under the covers.

When I threw the covers off me, I saw a mass of red hair covering my crotch. I blinked, and then saw April, holding my throbbing member with both of her small hands and smiling as she licked my pre-cum from its head. She climbed up me until we were face to face and kissed me with more passion than I was felt in years. I responded and returned her kiss, and when I felt the hard nipples of her small firm boobs crush into my chest, I also felt my erection being rubbed against her nether lips as she started grinding herself onto it.

Then she raised up and grasped my manhood, held it at the entrance of her vagina and said in her little girl voice, “Daddy, I love you, and I need you to make me a woman. Fuck me Daddy and Pop my Cherry.”

Before I could say a word, she impaled herself on me, and it felt like my ‘little soldier’ was being squeezed by the tightest vagina it had ever encountered. When we both caught our breaths, we started fucking like two rutting wild animals, and soon we both exploded with more intensity than I had ever experienced.

I woke up with a start, and realized it had all been a dream, because I was alone in my bed, and the room was illuminated by the rays of the early morning sun. The only sounds I heard were birds chirping outside my window. I had kicked my covers off sometime during the night, and my boxers were soaked with my semen.

I staggered out of bed, trying to wrap my head around what I had just dreamt, and made my way to the en-suite where I emptied my bladder. I stripped off my boxers and undershirt and stepped into the shower.

As the warm water rained down on me, I thought about my dream, and pondered what it meant. I was lusting over my new young companion.

I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and wrapped the towel my middle before I brushed my teeth and shaved. I looked at the stained underwear on the floor and threw them in the trash, realizing they were old, and would never come clean in the wash anyway. I looked in the mirror and combed what little grey hair I still had.

I went back into the bedroom, and dressed in a fresh pair of boxers, white cotton socks, an undershirt, jeans, and a sweatshirt with ‘IBEW’ and a lightning bolt emblazoned across the front. I slipped into my brown Topsiders and went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

When it finished, I filled my mug, stepped out on the deck to drink my morning caffeine fix and watch the morning mist disappear as I let the coffee do its job of waking me up. Soon a small arm wrapped around me, and I saw a second mug tap against mine as April said, “The view in the morning is a beautiful as it was last night, but it’s chilly out here.”

As I wrapped my arm around her and held her close, I felt no underclothes under the same Led Zeppelin tee shirt she had worn the evening before. I answered, “You probably wouldn’t be cold if you wore more clothes. It’s still March, you know.”

She giggled and said, “Clothes are overrated.”

We walked into the house together, and I realized that it was a little chilly inside. I pulled the insulated sliding glass door closed and lit the gas log in the fireplace. Before long it was toasty in the family room, and I asked April, “Are you hungry? I was just getting ready to fix breakfast, what would you like?”

When she didn’t answer, I went to the kitchen started frying bacon. When I had several pieces done and draining on a paper towel covered plate, out of the corner of my eye I saw her snitch one, and asked her, “How do you like your eggs?”

From behind me I heard her say, “Scrambled, with cheese and green peppers, if it’s not too much trouble.”

I smiled to myself, thinking, ‘That is exactly how I’ve always fixed them for my daughters and grandchildren.’ I put the last of the bacon in the pan and got the egg carton, a green bell pepper, and a bag of shredded cheddar cheese out of the fridge. As I chopped up the pepper, I thought, ‘I have been making this very same breakfast since my daughters were small’.

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After the night of the celebration, Ann really scolded herself. How could she be so reckless? If anyone found out, she could be fired – and embarrassed around town, as the details would undoubtedly leak out. She promised herself she wouldn’t yield to temptation again.

The following day, she called Allen at home and explained things to him. She told him it was a mistake and not to discuss it at any time. She made it seem almost his fault that she’d had too much to drink.

Ann told him if word got out he’d probably be fired with no letter of recommendation. If he were discrete, however, then she’d see he got a very good letter. Allen felt very sheepish. Ann felt sorry about that but wanted to make positively sure no rumors or whispers surfaced.

Ann steered clear of Allen during those final few weeks before he left to go back to college, and to her great relief, he made no effort to make contact with her. She and Doug, however, made great use of the activities in her car that night to engage in some hot sex.

They also discussed things much more openly than they had after the incidents with Colin. Ann discovered that Doug was aroused by the thought that Ann would blow these guys then come home ready for sex. It was like some kind of foreplay for them.

Doug remembered his days of youth and how he’d have done almost anything to receive a BJ from an older woman, any older woman, let alone one as voluptuous as Ann. Ann found the hard young manhood they possessed an incredible aphrodisiac. The more she caressed it the hotter she got.

Taking it into her mouth was the best caress of all. The cock was so hard yet the skin so soft and velvety on her tongue. The climax reaffirmed her desirability as a woman. She could still attract a young buck.

The weekend before Allen’s return to college, Ann expressed to Doug her relief that nothing blew up about her fling with the intern. Doug asked if she was sorry that she didn’t get to “see” him again.

“I guess not,” Ann replied. “It was too risky and I’d have been so humiliated if anything were known.”

“But that was while he was at the firm. After Friday, that all changes.”

“I know, I’ve thought about that a little, but I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure? He’ll be away at college; he’s probably never coming back to your company anyway. Didn’t he say he wanted to go out west after graduation?”

Ann began to re-think an idea she’d been toying with about giving Allen a farewell party. Well not really a party, more of a date. Well, date wasn’t quite the right term either. Ann smiled to herself; she knew what she meant but for some reason was being shy even in her own thoughts. What was that about?

“I see that little smile,” Doug teased his wife. “What’s going on in that dirty mind of yours?”

“Dirty? If I’m dirty, what are you? Pervert!” Ann said with a smile. “Well, I was thinking of maybe giving Allen a little going away party.”

“Party?”

“Uh, maybe more of a date.”

“Date?”

What sort of weird déjà vu was this? thought Ann.

“What would you call it? Never mind, don’t answer; I know what it’s called. Anyway, I was thinking of getting a hotel room and meeting him there. I guess I’d like see if he really can make those four seminal deliveries he bragged about.”

“Where would you go?”

Ann mentioned the most expensive hotel in the area. “Would you go with me? Not to watch, of course, but we could spend the night after he left. It might be fun.”

“Yeah,” Doug mocked, “it might be fun at that.” He had a big shit-eating grin as he lunged for Ann.

“Not now. Later. I’ve got some work to do. But Doug, would you be an absolute sweetie and see if you can get us a reservation for next Saturday?”

Ann had noticed a certain passivity, almost sub-servienence in Doug recently and for some reason decided to explore it. She wanted to see how far he’d go to make this happen. He seemed to want her to do this as much as she wanted to. She noticed how eagerly her husband called the hotel.

Doug was beaming a few Maltepe Escort minutes later when he entered their study.

“I got the room! There is some convention at the hotel so rooms are a little more expensive. $350 for the night.”

“Wow!” But she thought to herself, does he realize he’s taking this active, expensive role just to help some other guy can get a blowjob from his wife? This really does excite him, not just me.

Ann and Doug went to dinner Friday evening and Ann described her plans for the following day. She had been thinking of this all week and came up with some subtle, delicious ways for Doug to participate, and to see how far he’d go in getting his wife some young cock.

“Tomorrow, I’d like to do a little shopping before we go to the hotel. I was thinking of picking up some lingerie and something for drinks. And I really want some nice stuff, so why don’t you get some cash before we leave? A thousand should be fine. I’m not going to spend anywhere near all of it, but just to be safe”

“A thousand’s a lot,” gulped Doug.

“How much do you want to get out?” Ann challenged. She figured he’d back down and he did.

“I thought we’d go to the hotel and I’d get dressed. I’ll meet Allen in the bar – you could sit at another table or lurk in the lobby if you want. Maybe you could wait at the bar while we’re in the room.”

“OK,” said Doug. “I think they have a TV at the bar.”

“Allen will meet me at 4:00. According to him, we should be done before 6:00. Then you and I can have the rest of the night.”

“Sounds great.”

Ann wondered, briefly, at how strange the idea that her husband would react to her sucking off a college kid four times by saying, “Sounds great” really was. Were they going down some kinky path that would get more and more depraved? Well, she’d have to think about that after Saturday.

Ann led Doug out of the house at 11:00 on Saturday morning for the mall. They stopped at the liquor store first where Ann picked out two bottles of Champaign at $150 a bottle and an $85 bottle of single malt scotch.

At Victoria’s Secret, she selected a very provocative bra, thong panty, and garter set. She selected stockings that were just a shade lighter than her tanned thighs. At Ann Taylor she picked out a powder blue dress that somehow managed to be classy, demure, and provocative at the same time. She also selected a pair of patent leather white pumps with 4-inch heels.

At the cosmetics counter, Ann made Doug watch as she had the saleslady show her a variety of lipsticks, lip outliners, and application techniques. Again, Ann was fascinated at how eager her husband was to get her mouth prepared for another man. All this totaled an additional $650 which Ann insisted Doug pay by credit card – just so they’d have cash if needed.

They arrived at the hotel by 1:30 and Ann began to prepare. She showered and shaved her legs. She came out of the bathroom in a long tee-short and picked up the thong panties. Doug was pretending to watch TV, but she knew he was actually looking her very carefully. She pulled on the panties and held up the hem of the shirt.

“Doug, honey, come here a moment.” Doug responded very quickly. “How does this look? Aren’t there a lot of pubes showing? Would you do me a favor? I really can’t see it that well, would you please shave me? You know, down there, so it’s really nice and trim, in case he accidentally sees, or I show him?”

Doug was very eager to help prepare his wife. This sort of role reversal – Ann preparing herself better for another man than she would for her own husband – seemed to turn him on. Ann hiked up the shirt and lay back on the bed.

Doug brought out a towel and shaving things and moved a chair to the bed between her outspread thighs. As he began to examine where to shave, Ann hoisted her hips and whipped off the panties. Her pubic mound brushed Doug’s face.

“Oh hell,” she said. “Just shave the whole thing clean. That should get me hot.”

And so he did.

Ann was nude in the bathroom. She was İstanbul Escort painting her mouth.

“Doug, honey, come here a minute. What was it that woman at the cosmetics said about putting on this lip liner? Here, honey, you do it.” Ann gave him the wand and stood there while Doug finished painting her lips. She pursed them and asked how he liked them.

“Jesus, honey,” he said. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what?” she said, oh so innocently.

“You know damn well what. Making me get you ready for him. And you know it’s making me so hard. I almost hope he doesn’t show up. I’ll never last two hours down in the bar.”

“You’re so sweet,” Ann said as she tweaked his crotch. “And you really are hard, aren’t you. Well, go put the Champaign on ice, then watch TV, I’ll be done in a few minutes, then we can go down and have a drink, separate tables of course, until Allen gets here.”

Doug faced the TV, but mostly watched Ann as she put on her bra, garter belt, and panties. She was rolling on the second stocking when she spoke.

“You know, he’s going back to school and probably could use a little extra help. I was thinking about giving him a present.”

“I’d consider what you’re going to give him a pretty damned good present.”

“Silly, that’s for me, for us, not him. No, I mean a real present.” Ann had the second stocking attached to the garter and was dropping the dress over her head. She slipped on her pumps and walked over to the room’s desk. She looked incredible!

Taking out a hotel envelope and handing it to Doug, she said, “Come on, Doug, let’s give him a little reward.”

Doug made a show of it, but he did take out his wallet and put a hundred dollar bill in the envelope. He quickly thought better of it and slid in another $100. He sheepishly held it out to Ann. She made no move to accept it.

“He’s going to do it four times,” she said, looking him directly in the eye. Doug put two more bills in and again held it out for his wife.

“No tip?” Another $100 was placed into the envelope. This time Ann accepted it.

“I can’t believe you’re making me pay some kid five hundred bucks to fuck your mouth. What’s worse, I can’t believe how hard it’s making me.”

Ann wrote Allen’s name on the front of the envelope, than made a display of licking the back flap and sealing it. Then, with a flourish, she puckered and placed a red imprint of her lips on the seal.

Placing the envelope on the desk, Ann said, “Doug, honey, I’ve mussed my lips a bit. Would you get the lipstick and touch them up for me?” Of course, Doug did just that.

As they reached the door on their way out, Ann said, “Just a minute.” She reached her hand under her dress and pulled off the thong and tossed it into the closet. “I don’t think I want those in the way when I get back up here.”

Downstairs, Ann made Doug walk away from the bar just in case Allen had arrived early. He wasn’t, so she took a table and ordered a drink. She wasn’t particularly nervous, but the alcohol was helpful anyway.

When Doug saw she was alone, he walked over and took a seat at the bar where he could watch her. Shortly before four, Doug saw a tall, skinny, awkward kid at whom Ann smiled broadly.

Allen sat down and Ann ordered him a Coke. When they finished, Ann charged the drinks to their room and the couple got up to leave. While Allen was looking away, Doug made a face, like yuck, at his wife.

Ann looked back and sensuously licked her lips, then walked off. When Doug tuned back, he saw that the woman tending bar had seen both his look and his wife’s response. The bartender just shook her head and looked away. Doug blushed and grabbed his beer.

Doug had settled in at the bar, watching the afternoon ball game. He didn’t expect Ann back until six. Each time he ordered a beer, the bar maid smiled sweetly at him which made him all the more embarrassed. He was watching the clock more than the game and all the time thinking about what was going on upstairs. Just before five, someone covered his eyes Anadolu Yakası Escort from behind.

“Surprise!” said Ann as she pulled her hands back and Doug spun around on his stool. Ann kissed him full on the lips and told him to settle the check so they could go upstairs. Doug gave the woman his credit card.

The bartender seemed to understand something kinky was going on. As she started to get authorization for the charge, she turned to Doug and said, “Are you certain you want to use your corporate card for this?” Then looking closely at the card, “Mr. Wheeler.”

Doug was flustered. “Uh, no, no. Let me get my personal card. This isn’t a corporate expense. Not sure why I gave you that one.”

The barmaid gave Doug back his card. “Do you work at Pratt & Whitney? My boyfriend works there. John Evans?”

Doug stared at the bar and said nothing, but Ann moved forward. “You have a John Evans working for you, don’t you Doug?”

Doug was really embarrassed. He didn’t want his identity known, especially if this woman knew someone who worked for him. “Are you Doug?” she asked. “John talks about you all the time.”

There was no way out, so Doug smiled, “Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Ann.”

Ann held out her hand. The barmaid took it and said, “Hi, I’m Tiffany. You’ve got something on your cheek.”

Doug turned to Ann to see what the problem was. Ann had a thick strand of creamy white cum going from the corner of her mouth to her ear. Also, her hair was mussed and her lipstick was totally smudged. And there were literally, dozens of wet spots on her dress and then he saw a white glob running between her generous tits.

“Oh my, I must be quite a mess, ” Ann declared.

“Yeah, you look a little different than when you were in here earlier with that young gentleman. Here,” Tiffany said as she handed Doug a clean bar towel, “this will help clean her up.”

A thoroughly embarrassed Doug took the towel and mopped Ann’s cheek, then dabbed it across the bosom of her dress to blot the cum. Doug kept the towel as he and Ann left the bar.

By the time they got into the elevator, however, Doug was incredibly hot and hard. Ann gave him an open mouth, full tongue kiss and Doug was fully knowledgeable about what that entailed. It made both of them hotter.

In the room, Doug immediately saw that both bottles of Champaign were emptied and the envelope and bottle of scotch were gone. He had neither time nor inclination to dwell on it as Ann swooned back on the bed and lifted up her skirt. She left her dress, stockings and shoes on as she beckoned Doug to her.

“Well, he was a man of his word,” Ann said as Doug surveyed her condition. “Four times in forty minutes. God he was hard! Do I look a mess? I didn’t want to take the time to clean up. I wanted you up here with me. I really love you, you know that?

“Mmmm, honey, kneel down and soothe me. I rubbed myself so hard; I really need your soft wet tongue right now. But I’ll warn you, your going to have to work for my climax. I already came three times fingering myself while I blew Allen. That’s it, do you like it, all nice and smooth and bare?”

Doug simply couldn’t take it once he’d placed his head between her thighs. All the preparation and waiting were too much for him. He’d barely begun licking her when he came trying to pull his cock out of his pants.

“Oh God,” Doug groaned as he shot his load all over his hand. “Jesus, Ann, how do you expect me to hold off with all the teasing you’ve done to me today? Shit, I got it all over my pants and hand.” Doug stood up and wiped his hand on the towel next to the bed, then pulled his slacks off and wiped the liquid off with the towel.

“It’s OK, honey,” Ann said as Doug knelt down before her again and began licking her. “I’ll bet you can get yourself off again! I’ve already come three times and am working on four. Allen shot four times. I could have gotten five, but he wanted to go, and besides, you only paid for four!” Ann teased.

Doug involuntarily jerked his head back at the cutting remark, but Ann caught her heel behind his neck and slowly brought his mouth back to her ache.

Ann was right. As she told Doug the story of what transpired that afternoon with Allen, he was able to bring her to a crashing orgasm with his tongue and get himself off a second time as well.

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I can’t say that my schooling was exceptional, over and above some reasonable exam results I did OK and wasn’t in too much shit with either teachers or other pupils. I had a couple of girlfriends, none of which went past the making out in the park after school.

I went to college, on the basis of those results I got a good job in Engineering which would sponsor me through University and after a few years was looking for the right girl, or at least the wrong girl in the right place.

Don’t get me wrong, I was no stud but I’d had a fantastic introduction to sex. Like all the best porn films I’d been led astray by an older woman. During my second year at University I couldn’t get a place in the halls of residence and hadn’t been able to get cheap rooms on campus and had to go out and rent a room. I was put on to a family member that lived on the outskirts of town, some way off from my University but my landlady worked in town and would drop me off as often as possible.

My landlady Amy was in late forties, extremely attractive, positive and vivacious and was nursing her husband Tom who was in the last stages of Parkinson’s. Her husband was ten or more years older than her, and had been a high level non-medical manager in the health service who’d gradually succumbed to his illness. I’d met them a couple of times at family parties and weddings and the like but didn’t know them that well.

Husband Tom was a ‘work-hard play hard’ type of guy that ‘lived life in top gear’ or at least gave that impression and liked to show off about his latest golf club, new running shoes and male menopause car, and my Dad confessed that he’d never liked him that much and he’d always seemed a bit ‘up himself considering he was just a pushy clerk’ but we were all saddened to learn of his illness.

Working with medics and knowing that his prognosis for Parkinson’s was not good, when he reached a certain point in his condition he’d requested that he could stop eating and drinking, . While his doctors had said that he probably had a couple of years of ‘quite reasonable’ health he wanted none of it and could not, would not be ‘a healthy brain trapped in a twitching, twisted, helpless, dribbling, doubly incontinent body slowly shutting down’.

And so with a wildly twitching head and hand he searched the internet on his laptop computer and impressed with what he found, he concentrated as hard as he could to read what was on the screen. It was simple, he decided he would decline food and drink.

He asked Amy for his favourite meal that he could still manage and she went to their regular Indian restaurant and remembering him and his sad decline they cooked him a special chicken biryani along with all of his favourite sides.

She propped him up in his bed and gave him his tablets, and he took them with his beer. They laughed and joked and he reminded her of their life together. She shed a few tears and he said that with her support, this was to be his final meal and his final drink, and that by his best guess his life should end in a week to ten days.

Having watched her wonderful, bright, active husband become this bed-bound twitching wreck had broken her heart and she wasn’t sure that she could watch him undertake this final journey and said so.

Huge tears slipped down his face and that was enough. When the nurse came to help with his bed time routine he announced his decision. The nurse said that she would have to tell the doctor, but they helped him upstairs and into his own bed where he’d asked that he could spend his final days. His doctor called around the next morning and he knew his patient well; after some pointless discussion he agreed and contacted his staff to that effect.

That was that; when the dehydration began to cause him pain, the district nurses put him on to morphine and after 15 long days he finally slipped away.

I arrived ten days after his death and a week before his funeral. Amy was a first or second cousin of my Mum – extended family – and much as my Mum had said that I should give everyone time to get over the death and not move in until after, perhaps sleep on a mate’s floor or a local B&B. Amy said that I was most welcome and would help to take everyone’s minds off of the next few days so I moved in.

Amy was curvy and sexy but amazingly sad. I made myself as useful as I could, loading the washing machine, packing the dishwasher, vacuuming etc. I made tea and coffee and tried to help seeing as both of her children were due back from University for their father’s funeral, both Tom and Amy had insisted that they should continue studying.

They came home the night before and I offered to move out of the spare room to give everyone time to grieve, but none of them would have it. On the day of the funeral I got up at six and threw myself into whatever needed doing, including making breakfast toast, gallons of tea and coffee, greeting the caterers, the funeral directors, mourners and generally making myself indispensable. Being Kartal Escort close but not too close the funeral director kind of used me as the sensible family member that could be relied on not to break down in tears.

“You’re a treasure Terry,” Amy said on that and so many other occasions.

The funeral was one of those ‘celebrations of life’ and I saw many of my relatives, including my Mum and Dad attending the crematorium and listening to the funnies that Tom’s brother Hugh told of his older brother. It was upbeat, sweet but dreadful to the point of cringingly painful and Hugh was trying just too hard. It made the final closing of the curtain all the worse and Amy, the two grown up children, Tom’s widowed mother and even comedian Hugh lost it as they slid shut.

There was a large wake afterwards in a local pub, and being the only sober one, I drove my landlady and her two children home, all three the worse for the booze they’d put away on that happy, awful day.

Amy’s children went back to their universities and life carried on; never for one moment was there a suggestion anything at all ‘naughty’, sorry. We never passed on the upstairs landing with her in a filmy, flimsy see-through negligee, I never saw her in her underwear in the kitchen, had my own bathroom so there was none of that bumping into each other in the mornings.

However, she had phone calls from both of her children and seemed very upset one evening during my third month there. It turned out it was his birthday and then a few days after, her silver wedding anniversary and she was of course very upset. I was supportive and despite homework just stayed with her the whole evening.

At a little after ten she said I should go to bed, as I had to be up early and I kissed her hand and left. I woke up at about one o’clock to Amy getting into bed with me.

“I just… I just want… need to hold your hand Terry,” she stumbled in her tears, “can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Of course,” I said, throwing my duvet back and seeing her in her cotton PJ’s. Fortunately for me I was wearing boxer shorts, something I always did when not at home, and she slid into my double bed. We lay together in silence and we reached out for each-others hands, she giving mine a gentle squeeze and a whispered ‘thanks Terry.’

I woke at six to find the duvet pushed off of her and Amy lying with one arm across my bare chest, and in the pale early light coming through a gap in the curtain I could see one of her boobs down the gap of her PJ top. Similarly, the stretchy trousers had slid down just enough for me to be able to see the rise or her bottom and the beginning of her buttock cleft.

I had a late tutorial that day, so was in no rush to get up. Unfortunately that didn’t apply to my penis and I could feel it straining against my shorts. I desperately hoped I could get out of bed without her seeing. My bedroom was quite small and my bed pushed against the wall so technically I would need to climb over her if I wanted to get up first.

So I closed my eyes and hoped that I could drift off to sleep and that she’d get up before me. I did sleep for a while stirring when Amy woke up and but obviously not enough to fully realise where she was.

Her hand slid down my chest, over my stomach and stopping just above the waistband of my shorts, and touching the top of my erection.

“Hmmmm…” she said sleepily and with some contentment. She stroked her hand along the length of my rock hard cock making it even harder!

I felt Amy’s hand whipped away from my groin as she obviously realised where she was and who she was with. I thought she’d get up and leave, but instead she must have been doing what I’d done a few minutes before and was ogling my body and penis as it strained against the elastic of my boxers.

I left her to it, and after it was obvious I wasn’t going to get a repeat performance I ‘woke up’ and she grinned at me,

“Thanks Terry,” she said pecking me on the cheek, “I slept like a log; I’ll go and get some tea.” She got up, pulling up her trousers, the shape of her lovely buttocks momentarily clear through the thin worn cotton; she did have a lovely bum, no two ways about it.

This was recreated the next night only this time she came in with two mugs of tea, and asked if she could hold my hand again. The PJ’s from the night before had changed to a loose vest top over an unrestricted bosom, and clingy shorts and I appreciated the change. She leaned forward to put down the two tea cups and I could see straight down her top at her still full breasts and they looked great.

We lay there and chatted easily about Uni and what I wanted to do afterwards, and then she talked about her hopes for her children and the future. Eventually, she turned out the light and we lay back just holding hands. I was dead nervous.

Like randy twenty year old virgins of my age I was a prolific masturbator and fantasist, but here I was terrified. In the shower that Pendik Escort morning I’d pulled myself off just thinking about her stroking my cock for that brief moment and her wonderful arse I’d all but seen, and my orgasm was almost painful, spitting my youthful semen against the glass wall of the shower stall.

Amy was more than twice my age, gorgeous, and a distant relative and I lay there holding her hand and trying not to get an erection, which was of course precisely what happened.

I eventually managed to drift off to sleep, but came round at about two to find that I had rolled to one side and that Amy had backed up into me so we were spooning, and somehow my right arm was now across her waist and she was holding it to her flat stomach – under her T-shirt – with my thumb just brushing the underside of her boobs.

I so wanted to extend my thumb to touch her breasts; just once, just so I could kid myself that I’d touched real ones which would then inform my masturbation fantasies. Of course my cock swelled just at this thought and the beautiful half naked woman I was holding on to. I tried to get back to sleep, and thought getting my hand back and rolling to the other side, because I’d moved so far away from her I didn’t have room, so I was pretty much stuck; what’s worse my throbbing cock was bound to touch her at some stage if I stayed as I was.

To make it worse, she must have felt me move, or tense up or something because she sighed and moved back into the space I’d just made and rubbed her bottom against my erection and I could feel her wriggle until it was pushed between her buttocks; she gave a slightly stronger sigh, the tiniest wiggle, before taking my hand and pulling it up to lay on soft warm breast. To make matters worse she squeezed my hand with hers and I kneaded soft tit flesh for the first time. As I felt her nipple extend into my palm it was all I could do not to come in my pants there and then.

I woke up a while later and my right arm was under me and starting to suffer pins and needles. I tried to get it out from under me, but I was feeling brave seeing as my other arm was still holding her breast. I managed to slide it out from under me, and in a strange wriggly manoeuvre I slid it up and under my pillow and her pillow, so it ran across her shoulder. Inspired by my own bravery I laid it across her and, more by luck than judgement, it went under her vest top and straight on to her other breast. I squeezed both and pulled her tight to me, and this elicited a further sigh and the addition of her other hand over my other hand, and further push against my now rock hard penis with her bottom. I fell back to sleep almost immediately not thinking how we’d explain this in the morning.

When the morning came we were still snuggled up really closely and I was still holding her bare breasts under her T-shirt and she still had one arm across both my hands, with the other reaching back pushed through the waistband of my boxers and on to my thigh. Yes, my erection was pushing between her buttocks.

It was obvious she was awake, and it took no time for her to push my hands against her boobs and gently stroke my thigh, her nipples hard again. She turned her still sleepy face back to me and smiled.

“Thank you again Terry,” she again pushed my hands against her bare tits, “I slept like a log again,” she rubbed her arse against my penis, “and it seems like you’ve woken up with one!” she giggled. She rolled over and I disentangled my hands from her boobs and vest top. She took my hand and rested it on her still bare midriff, and looked into my face. “I can’t thank you enough Terry,” she said dropping her eyes, “I don’t think I’ve ‘slept’ properly in about five or six months. With Tom’s last few months, he could only sleep in a hospital bed downstairs, then he insisted he wanted to go up to our room to die, and seeing as he was staff they let him.” She choked up a bit and looked back at my face, “I actually tell people that I lost Tom about six months ago, as that was when he stopped being ‘him’;” she dropped her eyes, shook her head a bit and looked back at me again. “It was so lovely to actually be held by someone again, thank you Terry.” She kissed my cheek tenderly and rested her forehead against mine. She rolled over and got up, her arse looked wonderful. “My turn for the tea and breakfast again Terry, what time do you have to be in college?”

“Usual time,” I said pulling the duvet back over my erection. I’m sure she noticed.

“Well you jump in the shower Darling, and I’ll do breakfast.” In the shower I lasted about half a dozen strokes before I shot my come against the glass wall.

We had a very relaxed breakfast of marmalade toast and tea, and I took her up on her offer of a lift to college even though I wasn’t due in for nearly two hours. I sat in the refectory nursing a coffee and thinking about the last night. She was hot, sexy but as they say in the movies, ‘just not that in to me’. I finished my coffee Göztepe Escort and headed off for my lecture.

Would probably never happen again, and what the fuck if I did get a stiffy, she’d spent most of the previous evening rubbing herself against it already. I got a several handfuls of boob into bargain.

It was Friday night and I got home to find that she had prepared a really nice meal, had taken the afternoon off to shop and prepare it in fact.

“Go up and shower and change Terry,” she said, “I’ve prepared us something nice to celebrate the weekend.” She was wearing a stretchy floral dress that clung to every wonderful feminine curve and looked so fucking hot it was unbelievable. I showered, and put on the smartest clothes I had. I was a student and not that well supplied with them after all. I went with my black 501’s and a blue denim shirt that I buttoned up under a matching tie. I added a splash of aftershave. As I came into the room I noticed she had turned off the main lights going instead with candles.

“Look at you,” she said, “all dressed up,” I could see some red in her cheeks and she turned her back on me.

“Least I could do Amy,” I replied, “have to apologise that I don’t even come close to your sexy outfit…” I put my hand over my mouth; shit, I used the S word and that was the one thing we were both trying to avoid, or so it seemed to me.

“You look sexy as well Terry,” she said turning to face me, “trust me!” She popped the top on a bottle of Asti and she poured us both a glass, next she reached into the oven and returned with two plates piled with steak, chips and mushrooms, next the fridge revealed two plates of salad.

She sat down opposite me, and raised her glass,

“This is a toast just for me,” she said looking to the ceiling, “to my wonderful late husband Tom on the occasion of our silver wedding anniversary, with who I never shared a cross word or deed and who I miss every day,” I saw a single tear in her eye, “to you my Darling Tom-Tom, hoping heaven’s golf courses never close and you can finally get your handicap below 13.” She closed her puffy eyes and took a long draught of wine, draining it in one go.

I tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up, and raise the mood just a bit. I stood,

“To Amy’s Tom,” I said looking from the added height straight down the front of her dress at the black bra responsible for her great shape, “You must have been well hell of guy. But playing off of a 13 with a wife as beautiful as this in love with you? You must be in heaven,” I emptied my glass as well.

It worked and she giggled, and topped up both of our wine glasses and I sat back down. We spent a very pleasant hour chatting and eating the splendid steak and chips. Amy asked if I could manage something else and said she had an Eton mess in the fridge. I stood up and got it from the fridge placing the large bowl between us and two smaller basins. She spooned out large portions and we tucked in with gusto.

I love Eton mess above all other sweets, and it was wonderful, made with my favourite black cherries rather than strawberries. I ate my portion, then laughing Amy took another spoonful for herself then pushed the bowl over to me. AND I finished it.

She had already started to make coffee, so I began to scrape plates and load them in the dishwasher, along with all the cutlery and crockery we’d used that night.

We headed back to the living room with a tray which I carried; we sat on the large sofa with and she turned to face me, knees drawn together and up on the cushion, she rested against the back of the sofa her head on her arm.

I’d never been on a date before, and I’d drunk half a bottle of Asti Spumante. I was slightly tipsy and because I’d never been on a date, I didn’t realise I was on one. As the night drew on I noticed we were no longer talking about Tom, and it was more about me. She started to yawn and I stood and indicated that I was heading for my bed. She grinned and said she would follow a bit later.

“Goodnight Amy,” I said, taking her hand and kissing it, “I had a wonderful evening, thank you so much.”

“You are most welcome Terry,” she beamed at me.

I headed for my bed with just the slightest wobble and I heard her chuckle. I got to bed and stripped out of my clothes and rolled into bed. I lay awake for a few moments wondering if Amy would come and join me again, but my long day and my great evening soon had me sound asleep.

I felt the bed dip as she got in, and I rolled to my side lifting the duvet so she could take up the same spooning position we had the nights before. This time I wrapped both my arms around her and took hold of her great boobs and felt her bottom push against my groin. The message finally reached my Asti fuddled brain some moments later that she was naked, and so was I.

I didn’t have an erection, at least not when I fell asleep.

When the late autumn sun started to creep through the curtains, I definitely did mind you. Her soft skin felt wonderful against mine, and my cock was not flat against her buttocks or resting in the crease as it had done before but thrusting and pinched between her thighs and resting against her bare pussy. I flinched and she must have felt it.

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An Older Woman On A Bench

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It was a warm beautiful summer day in the city.

I had to go workout, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I thought I could get a good workout in and talk to some very unique, and scantily clad women at the same time. I knew just the place to go.

I headed to the gym in the low income area of town. It was a small gym, and you don’t have to buy a membership, which means you can drop in whenever you want and pay to use the facilities for that day. I’ve been there in the past, and I’ve always found some unique woman who were on the poorer side.

I love women who are from the lower socio-economic status, because their whole mind set, demeanor, and attire are different from the pretentious snobs who frequent the higher end gyms. The lower income women aren’t fake, and they wear what they want, even if its inappropriate, and they won’t have a problem if you turn a conversation to a sexual nature.

Excitement coursed through my veins as I thought about going there. I put on a special pair of small thin soccer shorts, which appeals to the exhibitionist side in me, and I hopped in the car to make my way there.

It was an off day at the gym, and while my workout was good, there wasn’t anybody else in the gym except me. The gym itself is very small, and its part of a larger community center which tends to get used more often then the gym itself.

I finished my workout and left the facility with a feeling of disappointment from not seeing any women at all.

I wasn’t ready to call it a day yet, so I thought I’d try me luck on the main street. My plan was just to walk down the street in my special shorts, to give myself a small exhibitionist thrill, and hopefully come across some scantily clad women to ogle at the same time.

While walking past a bench I heard a woman say “nice shorts”. I looked back to the source of the comment. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed the woman sitting on the bench before she made the comment. She wasn’t what I was originally out looking for, and that’s why she hadn’t caught my eye. She was older, and dressed in a more conservative Göztepe Escort outfit. She had short curly hair, a red blouse and a red skirt, with high heel shoes. I would have never struck up a conversation with her on my own because I wouldn’t think a higher class person such as herself would be accepting of me striking up a conversation with her.

I stopped dead in my tracks trying to figure this woman’s comment out. “Thanks” I said and gave her a big smile.

“Your pocket is out at the back” she said, pointing to my butt. I turned and looked behind me and sure enough the back pocket had been turned inside out.

“Thanks again” I said as I shoved the pocket back in. As I did that I took a closer look at her and realized something was off. Her make up was put on pretty heavy and it wasn’t applied evenly. Her clothing was way too tight and way too dressy for the setting. We were on the main drag of the low income area and the average person wore old shorts and T-shirts.

“I’m Mary” she said and reached out her hand to shake mine. I took her hand and shook it, feeling the warmth in her hand which sent a signal directly to my cock. She looked deep into my eyes and smiled while she held my hand, which caused my cock to move in my shorts.

I was intrigued by this woman’s forwardness, and I was curious as to what her intensions were.

My growing cock was at eye level with her eyes as she sat on the bench. I didn’t want to develop a full fledged boner, because that would be embarrassing and might frighten her, so I willed myself to keep it under control. Yet the more I tried to maintain control, the hornier I became.

“What are you up to today” I asked in an attempt to figure out this woman.

“Nothing, just trying to pass the time by sitting out here”, she replied.

“You must be waiting for a date” I said in a teasing tone and making an obvious reference to her being dressed up.

“I haven’t been with a man, or had a date since I was divorced 15 years ago” she said.

“What?” I said, unable to hide my genuine surprise.

“Yep” İstanbul Escort she confirmed.

“I don’t believe a beautiful woman like you hasn’t had a date in 15 years” I said in an attempt to push the boundaries a bit and take in her reaction.

She smiled and blushed and looked genuinely flattered. I knew I was given the green light to pursue this conversation in the direction that I wanted to. Before me was a women who had the same qualities I was out to find in a lower class woman. She wasn’t fake, and wasn’t easily offended if I pushed the boundaries of the conversation a bit.

I was intrigued at why she was sitting out dressed up on a bench on main street. Was she actually trying to pick up a guy like this? Was she that desperate? Was she mentally unstable? The possibilities fascinated and excited me.

“I used to be a teacher and now I like to tutor people. I can tutor anyone any subject you know?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I was taken so off guard by the directness of her comment. My mouth went dry and my heart began to beat hard in my chest. This woman before me was offering me an opportunity on a silver platter.

“You are a tutor?” I managed to get out.

“Yep, I really enjoy helping people with any subject… are you a student?” she asked.

It was almost too much for me to take. My head became overcome with excitement and my cock wanted to me to give it the permission to develop into a full fledge boner. I was using all my strength to keep my cock from reaching full mast, but it was a losing battle. It was slowly, but surely growing in my shorts. The excitement was becoming overwhelming.

I realized that the source of the excitement wasn’t so much the woman herself, but the situation, and the opportunity.

I knew that this woman was incredibly lonely and desperate for affection, from dressing up, sitting on a bench and making comments to a complete stranger, who happened to be much, much younger. The more I thought about it the more I realized she might be crazy, but I didn’t know for sure. The enigma before me captivated Anadolu Yakası Escort my mind and made me want her. I knew I could lie and say that I was a student. I knew that I could say anything and she would be all for it because that’s how desperate or crazy she was. I knew I could tell her I was taking an anatomy class and I needed help, but now was my only free time. I knew I could ask her if she could teach me at her place at that very moment, and that she’d eagerly accept. I knew that in her place I could ask her to explain the male reproductive system to me, and focus on the sexuality part of it, particularly asking about how erections occur. I knew I could play dumb and ask her repeatedly about what she was talking about and ask her to draw diagrams. Finally I’d ask her if she’d be open enough to use me as a prop to point out the anatomy she would be trying to explain. I’d reassure her that it’s all in the name of education and I knew she’d agree. I’d slowly pull down my pants showing her the straining boner pressing against my white briefs. I’d slowly pull down the briefs letting my hard cock spring out, and take in her reaction as she’d look at it. I’d hold my cock at the base letting it become even more engorged and hard. We’d talk about my cock and I’d point out parts of the boner to her and tell her how it felt, and I’d take her hand and let her feel it. I’d tell her to explain to me the process of ejaculation and I’d move her hand slowly up and down my throbbing cock as she explained…

I realized I had not said anything to her for that split second because I had all those thoughts running my head.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I was so incredibly horny not only by seeing her body in that tight outfit of hers, but also by the opportunity the situation presented to me. I know I could pursue it. I know I could do it. I know I could fulfill my fantasy.

I also realized that my intention had always been just to tease my fantasy. I know I could never have my fantasy because I am married. I had always meant to walk down the main street and talk with another person for a few minutes to give myself a snippet of what I truly wanted. I knew that this was the moment at which I needed to bid her a farewell and leave, keeping with me the memory of our interaction and the fantasy which I’d develop from our meeting.

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An Indian Widow’s Choice Ch. 10

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Chapter 10: Her Transformation

Monee wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying next to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the dread contract I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her, “stay, be his slave, be his lover, mother, elder sister, whatever he wants of you will be better than what awaits you back in India, if you even have a home there to go back to.”

Monee gasps, never did she realized that after last night the last line, the last wall crumbled in her, making her heart and mind vulnerable and open for suggestions. And I was here to hold her, to comfort her and now to a degree, I exerted control over her, putting an image, an essence that I dominate and control her in her mind. It is not strong, but it will no doubt affect her thinking and reasoning.

Her mind, now freed from its previous boundaries and restrains, begins to see me as the dominant and central figure in her psyche. I smiled at her and tell Monee it is time to get up, and suggest her to take a shower and get herself freshened up. Monee nodded and after shyly place a kiss on my cheeks, she gets out of the bed and begins to undress herself naked.

Now she felt natural to be naked in my presence, after she got naked, she step into the shower and turn on the water, letting hot water relaxing her muscles as she rinse her hair with shampoo. I grinned and followed into the shower; I stand behind Monee and begin to rub the underside of her huge soft tits, rubbing her large fat nipples hard.

My raging manhood pressing hard against her back as Monee proceeds to finish washing her long hair and turned around, smiled lovingly at me. Her hands reach out and take my cock into her soft supple hands, stroking my shaft up and down.

Then she kneeled in the shower and take my huge shaft into her wet mouth, sucking loudly, bobbing up and down on my cock, and using her tongue to lick all over my dick. I moaned loudly, and pull her face down on my cock, making her sucking me harder.

Hot water splashing on our bodies as I enjoy her new found submission. She begin to slurp very loudly as I feel my balls tighten and ready to burst, Monee looks up and her eyes speaks loudly, “Please feed your loyal devoted maid your precious cum.”

I thrust my hips back and forth a bit, fucking her mouth as I groaned loudly, and erupted all I have in her wet sucking mouth as Monee eagerly and hungrily swallow all of my hot cum.

I groaned loudly as I cum hard, Monee sucked and licked my cock vigorously then let go of my cock and stand up, shaking, asking in a small trembling voice, “Master, did I please you? Did I do well as your maid? Am I your good devoted Indian woman?”

Her sense of being and family was lost all in one crucial blow last, her upbringings taught her that woman should be a part of the family, to be loyal and devoted for it is their purpose in life, traditionally.

What the contract designed to do, I grinned to myself, is to deal a fatal blow to her sense of belonging, making her feel alone, unwanted, betrayed, shamed…etc.

To make her extremely vulnerable for my plan, to force her mind into a state of Anadolu Yakası Escort confusion and shock so I can begin to control her, to make her psyche recognize me as the dominant man, “the man” in her mind for her to put her devotion to.

“Yes of course you are, you are mine!” I said in a soft voice to Monee and she immediately relaxed and her expression brightened up as she rubbed her breasts against my chest as her hands trying to take hold of raging huge cock and serve it with her body.

She now turned into the very traditional thinking of Indian women, to serve men and be pregnant with his children, Monee now finds herself safe in the very traditional way, and she needs to be used in the traditional way as her mind wrapped around me in her psyche as the dominating man in order to cope with her loss of sense of belonging.

The betrayal of her family left her mind a huge gapping hole and her mind was desperate in grasping straws in order to keep her from going mad and loses her sanity.

“And I was there for her,” I laughed to myself as I pull her to me and have Monee raise her leg as I lowered myself and thrust my hips upward till I sank all my fat dick up her hairy mound, Monee signed, moaning as she wiggles her hips slight and trying to hold my cock in her cunt.

I begin to fuck her slowly under the hot water, I can feel the tension build in my cock as I thrust my hips and slamming my manhood deeply into her body and plow her wet field very hard and deep.

We groaned together under the shower till we are both spent. Afterward, Monee dried us with a big towel and murmured that she should get changed and prepare breakfast for me. I nodded, letting her has some time to herself will be quite beneficial for her, after all, I did not go through all these trouble to have her gone mad and insane and ends up needs to be institutionalized.

Watching her slowly walking down the stairs I grinned, “Everything is going according to plan,” I told myself, now the cloak of darkness will truly engulf her as whole.

As I walk downstairs to begin my daily exercise session, Monee hummed to herself as she begins to make a hearty breakfast. She is happy, a lot happier than last night, the betrayal of her family bit her so hard the specula almost fell from her hand.

Must keep happy thoughts, must keep Mr. Steve happy, yes, focus on Mr. Steve, that is more productive, and that is good for you. She repeated to herself several times before go back to her cooking.

Today she decided that she will make some shrimp omelets along with pan fried potatoes. She first heated the pan on the stove, then pour some oil, heat it evenly before she add the already prepared frozen shrimps and pour the scrambled eggs into the large pan.

The egg and shrimp sizzling in the pan as the sweet aroma of food fill the kitchen/dining room once again. After intense exercising, I slowly walk up to the main floor and lazily strode into the kitchen, open the curtains and blinds, letting bright sun light come in through the windows.

Monee said in a cheerful tone, “Mr. Steve, breakfast ready fast very.” I nodded and open the fridge, take a jar of milk and pour myself a big glass of it. I drink half of it down thirstily before I take my usual seat by Bostancı Escort the large dining table.

Then I sip the milk, letting myself loose in the thought, in the moment and not to think of all those mind games, but to simply adore, beauty. Garbed loosely in a creamy yellow sari and a matching blouse, her curves are the gift from god to men.

My eyes traced from her ample large tits down to her slightly plumpish waist, them to her ripe juicy buttocks, not exactly hour glass figure, but more sensual, more womanly mature.

“Which is why she was chosen,” I reassured myself. I watched her buttocks jingle as she hummed in a rhythm that though is unfamiliar to me, quite pleasant to my ears. I closed my eyes, enjoying and letting myself drunk in this serenity. My mind wondered and relaxed until Monee tapped me on my shoulder and asked with an uncertain voice if I would like to have my breakfast now.

She gets a nod as my reply then I leaned back against the chair and open my eyes; just by inhaling the wonderful scent of her cooking is enough to making my stomach roar with hunger.

I smiled at her and have Monee sits down with me as we enjoy a good morning meal in relatively rare silence, both have much in mind but chose not to speak out at this moment.

Monee ate her share quietly, but her eyes never left me as her mind focused all her attention on me. Then she felt something touching her legs, she looks down and only finds I extend my legs, caressing hers and working my way up toward her creamy smooth thighs.

She smiled and opens her legs wide, inviting me to explore the jungle covering her now moist womanhood. She signed in pleasure as my toes rubbed against her slit, exploring her pussy with my feet. Begging for more she spread her legs wide open and almost throw herself onto my foot as I rubbed her hairy labia hard. “OOOOOH OOOOOH GOD…”

Monee moaned loudly as her cunt flooded itself in response to her arousal. My toes persistently explore the thick mass of her fur, rubbing hard against her slit and occasionally press into her slippery and hot pussy causing Monee to moan ever so slight and bit her lips.

Sliding my toe in and out her cunt, her hands now tugging tightly on her sari as her eyes half shut, her body leans back against the chair and her lips would part slight when she moan in ecstasy.

Monee begins to moan louder and louder, she can feel her vaginal muscles clenching so tightly around his toe, and every time he pushes into her womanhood, she can not help but to tighten her body and welcoming his invading advances with her pussy.

Slowly I pull my foot back and leaving Monee flushed and wet, her chest heaved and along with it, her big soft tits, her breath short and hallow as she tries to calm herself down.

Monee flashes me a look then lowered her head as she tries to rearranges her sari to a presentable look, even though her arousal had already wetted it in addition to the big wet spot on the chair she sits on right now.

I smiled then finish the rest of my omelet and potato, inform her that I will be in my room working and am not to be disturbed unless it is of dire emergency. She murmured yes before I head back upstairs into my room and shut the door close and lock it behind me.

I Erenköy Escort sit on my big comfy chair and turn on the monitoring screen. On it I observed her movements and actions, and can hear her humming, whispering and murmuring. After clean up the plates, forks and cups, Monee heads back upstairs into her room.

Since I am in my own room, therefore she did not think it would be much of a necessity to close the door fully, instead, she only shuts the door half close so in case I called, she can respond faster. She begins to undress after opening the closet door and take a look at herself in the big full length mirror, Monee takes off the wet sari, and carefully using a hairdryer to dry it.

It dried fast under the hot wind of the hairdryer, and Monee looks up, looking at her body, naked from waist down in the mirror, and in the secret of my sound proof room, I laughed as I can see her clearly as well. She looks at her plumpish figure in the mirror; her hands measuring her not so slim waist line then trace the thick jungle that covers her body from navel down to her fat mounds. Her fingers brushing against her clit as her body shivered and a moan escaped from her mouth.

She looks around, and then went to close the door tightly shut, but still so unaware that she can do nothing to escape my eyes. Monee slowly raise her right let up and rest it on her bed, then she use her fingers to spread her fat labia open, exposing her very moist womanhood and engorged clit.

I looked on with great interest, wondering what she is up to now, “So what will you do now Monee? What are you going to do?” I asked myself. Then on the monitor, Monee walks toward the night stand next to her bed and pull open a drawer, taking out a small calendar book and begin to count the date and fingers, murmuring.

I zoomed in on the calendar and switch angles, boost the sound reception in the tiny spy microphone, what I see made me grin at first and then laugh loudly.

On the small calendar book, Monee circled her menstrual period and is now counting the date and time of her fertility. “It is close, so close, should I let Mr. Steve know? No. No. What will he think of you? It is good to keep it a secret, it is a womanly matter and unworthy of his attention. But…what will happen if I am bred and become pregnant? Pregnancy! Oh gods, will Mr. Steve be so disgust with me that he will throw me out? No, it can not be, had it not been proved in India that you maybe infertile and that is why you were unable to bear even a girl in all those years of marriage? But…but it could also be that my…my ex was infertile and that is why we had no children. If that is true, then oh god, all those…those fucking Mr. Steve gave me would have me…me impregnated in no time! Is it such a bad thing to bear his children? Besides, is it not a womanly duty to bear children? And if Mr. Steve owns you, then what was there to discuss in the first place? You are his are you not? But…But…”

Her murmurs were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly. “So now you are worried are you not my dear?” I grinned, “But thinking will do you no good, your mind is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a limbo, a circle of thoughts that will never reach a conclusion until I step in…”

I open a small hidden fridge and take out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting thoughts that reflects the great confusion in her mind…”And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine!”

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An Attorney’s House Rules

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All characters are 18 or older.

Summary:

A district attorney meets up with the black inner city boy she sent to prison 3 years earlier. The boy, now a young black man, is trying to turn his life around, and a chance encounter with the DA changes both their lives.

*******

“Your honor, I object. The evidence has no relevance.”

“Sustained,” the judge replied. “The defense must present relevant facts to this case.”

The prosecutor, Debra Delaney, smirked. She was in control of this case and the courtroom. For the past 10 years, she had been prosecuting cases as a district attorney. Now 46 years old, she cut a commanding and statuesque figure in the courtroom with a 98% conviction rate. The defendant’s shoulders slumped, as he realized his chances of being found innocent were torpedoed.

Jamal Parker was an 18-year-old inner city youth, the prototypical hard luck tale. A black youth in a tough neighborhood with a single mother and low prospects in life. He grew up on streets with dealers on every corner and went to schools with metal detectors and chained doors. His own mother struggled to support her 4 kids in a tiny one-bedroom apartment. His father ran off before he was even born, and Jamal dropped out of high school to help support his family. Surrounded by hard thugs, gangbangers, and harlots, he fell into the wrong crowd. The allure of the quick buck dealing offered beat the minimum wage at the fast food joints, and soon he was hustling on the streets. With a quick rise comes a quick fall, and he was arrested after trying to sell heroin to an undercover cop.

He stared steely eyed at the prosecutor. She was 5’8″, almost 6′ tall in high heels, with long, fit legs coated in black nylon stretching from her business skirt. She must have it all, he reasoned. Shoulder length brunette hair framing her strong nose and ocean blue eyes, her striking looks were both authoritative and mesmerizing.

And who was he? A nobody with no future. A nobody with no connections and no education, and now he’d have a felony that would almost assuredly keep him from ever succeeding in life. He was staring at years behind bars. He still felt like a kid, but he was charged as an adult. He wanted to hate the prosecutor, but he knew the game. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be dealing drugs, and he knew what would happen if he was caught. It was her job to make him pay for his crimes. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath as his public defender offered up a meager defense.

After both the prosecution and defense rested, the jury deliberated for less than 15 minutes. “Guilty,” they decreed.

The judge sentenced Jamal Parker to 5 years in state prison, and the bailiff came to take him away.

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3 YEARS LATER

Finally, he’s here, Debra Delaney thought to herself, as the plain white commercial service van pulled up into her circular drive, and the driver stepped out.

Jamal Parker recognized her right away. The prosecutor who had sent him away. She didn’t appear to remember him. Then again, why should she? She probably prosecuted numerous cases every week. He was just another number in a file to her.

“This way, let me show you the rooms I need repainted,” she commanded. “Then you can grab your supplies and set up.”

The house was luxurious, practically a mansion. I guess being a high-profile DA pays ok, Jamal thought to himself. He followed her through the entryway and into a living room.

“I need you to repaint all the ceilings and walls in this room and the dining room next door,” she continued. “Come on and follow me upstairs. I need you to paint the entire second floor. I paid extra for you to move the furniture and decorations out of the way, and you need to make sure nothing is damaged. I need a textured finish on all the walls, and I better not find any paint on the wood trim, electrical switches/ outlets, or the carpet, or else your office will be hearing from me, and you will be coming back to fix it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, you have a lot of work to do. You should get started.”

Jamal made his way to his van to start staging his supplies. He had mixed emotions as he grabbed a ladder, some furniture movers, plastic sheeting and the blue tape he needed to starting prepping the rooms. This woman barked commands at him like a dog, but it wasn’t any worse than taking orders from the prison guards. Part of him felt she shared some blame for not showing him any mercy 3 years ago, but he also knew it was his fault he was even in that courtroom to begin with.

He got to work prepping the living room. A lot of folks didn’t realize that painting is the easy part. It’s all the prep work that takes forever. Once all the items are placed out of the way, covered, or taped off, the painting can go fast. But sloppy tape work was how you ended up with paint streaks on wood trim and outlet covers, so he took extra time to get those items set just right.

By mid morning, Maltepe Escort Debra saw that he was working hard, and her mood softened a bit.

“So, what’s your name?” she asked.

“Jamal.”

“You can call me Deb. Are you from around here?”

“I grew up in the city on the southeast side,” he replied.

“Some of those areas are kind of rough.”

“Yeah, I guess. It’s all I’ve ever known.”

They continued with small talk for a while, and then she left him to continue working. He finished working downstairs and headed up to start prepping there, as well. He climbed the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door to start moving furniture and wall hangings.

“AHHHH!” she screamed in surprise. She was dressed in only panties, quickly raising her arms to cover her breasts.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized before darting away. He ran back downstairs, unsure if he should just pack up all his supplies and leave.

A few minutes later Deb, now fully dressed in slacks and a blouse, rushed downstairs with a stern look on her face. Jamal turned and looked in her direction, but faced his head downward, unsure of himself.

“What the hell do you think you were doing?” she demanded.

“Ma’am, I’d finished prepping downstairs. I just went up to begin prepping there next. I approached the first room and the door was ajar, so I pushed it open, not thinking you’d be, you’d be — ” his voice trailed off and his eyes faced the floor.

He saw her measure him for a moment with squinted eyes, and then her face softened just a bit.

“Maybe I should have closed and locked the door,” she admitted, her voice still stern, but her tone not quite as angry. She could see the rooms downstairs had been fully prepped. “Maybe you were only trying to do your job. Let’s not speak of this. Go on back upstairs and continue working.”

Jamal quickly snapped to his feet and returned upstairs to prep those rooms.

He seems honest enough, she thought. Maybe it was just an innocent mistake, after all. She was a single woman who lived alone, but she knew how to take care of herself. She’d had relationships over the years, but none that ended in marriage. Her striking looks attracted suitors, but either the men were jerks or the relationship detracted from her work. She knew that was the price she paid for her career. She didn’t take crap from anyone; she would never have risen so far in her profession if she settled. She learned to be direct and demanding. If you don’t ask for something, you’ll never get it, and she lived by that mantra. She worked hard and expected to be rewarded for her hard work, not taking no for an answer.

As a district attorney, she enjoyed making a difference in society. The appreciation from victim’s families when she sent a rapist or murderer away to prison kept the streets a little safer and fueled her drive. She respected the law and those who played by the rules, working to make their lives better. She didn’t know anything about this painter, but he already seemed better than so many of the other contractors she had hired over the years.

As Jamal worked upstairs, his job seemingly safe for the moment, he started to think about what he had seen. He didn’t know her age, but he was sure she looked incredible whatever her age. Long fit legs on a body that was around 3 inches taller than his own 5’5″ frame. Her long legs led up to a flat stomach and well-toned arms attesting to her frequent use of the home gym downstairs. He had a glimpse of her tits before she covered them. Not large, but still well formed with small erect nipples. He had only been with a few girls, and never with a white girl, let alone with a woman. She intimidated him. The girls he knew weren’t strong women like Deb. The girls he knew were bitches to cover for the fact there was nothing special about them. Deb was bitchy because she knew she was better than most other folks, and there’s a difference there, as he saw it.

Getting close to noon, he returned downstairs to take lunch in his van. Deb saw him out there and decided to invite him inside to eat lunch with her. Jamal was still unsure of himself, but he knew how to follow orders.

“How long have you been working as a painter?” she asked.

“Not long. Just a month or so. Truth be told, I spent the previous 3 years in prison.” He figured honesty was the best policy here. This was not a woman to try to BS.

She was startled a little bit. She had let a criminal into her home. Could she have had a hand in sending him away? Did he know who she was? Was this part of some evil plot?

“Why were you sentenced to prison?” she asked, trying not to sound alarmed.

He smiled shyly. He sensed her worry. “You were there when I was sentenced to 5 years in state prison. They let me out after 3 years on good behavior. I got out just last month, and the owner of this painting company gave me a chance. I did my time. I know what I did was wrong, and I’m not Ümraniye Escort mad about it or anything. At you or anyone else. I did what I did, and I’ve accepted that. I just want a chance to set my life back straight.”

She could see the genuineness in his eyes, and it set her back at ease.

“If you’re uncomfortable with me here, I understand, ma’am. I can have the owner send someone else out – “

“No, no need for that,” she interrupted. “It sounds like you’ve paid your debt to society. I always hope that folks come back from prison having learned their lesson. Too many seem to walk away bitter or blaming everyone else. It’s to be admired, you owning up to your transgressions.”

Jamal was relieved. That seemed to break the tension between them.

“Where did you go when you got out of prison? Back to your parents?” she then asked.

“I did for a bit. But my mom’s got a man… he and me don’t see eye to eye. Thought I was a bad influence for the family. “

“So now where do you live?”

A long second passed. “Ain’t got nowhere,” he admitted sheepishly.

“What do you mean?” she pressed.

After another long second, he explained, “Well, I’ve been living out of that van parked in your driveway the past week. It’s temporary. Just till I get a little saved up and can rent a room somewhere,” his eyes pointed back downward in shame.

She looked at him intently but didn’t say anything.

“Anyway, it’s been awful nice of you to invite me in to eat, but I should get back to work. Still a lot left to do.”

******

While Jamal continued working upstairs, Deb was taking stock of everything. She went to her laptop and searched through her case files from about 3 years ago, looking for information from Jamal’s case. A few minutes later, she found it and scoured over the case details. Then she looked up the online prison records. Everything matched up with his account. He was released 2 years early for good behavior with a note that he was a model prisoner.

She knew she was a hard ass – some would say a bitch – most of the time. She did well for herself, although, if all she wanted was money, she would’ve been a defense attorney chasing after wealthy high profile clients. She became a district attorney because she believed in law and justice. But once someone paid for their crimes, they also deserved to resume their lives.

Jamal seemed genuinely honest and sincere. So many others got caught in a cycle of crime and prison, or ended up dead dealing with the criminal elements. Jamal seemed to be trying to break that cycle, and that was to be commended. What was she thinking? Was she sure about it? There’s living your ideals, and then there’s just plain foolishness. She had to decide where she stood.

******

It was almost 5 PM. Jamal had finished prepping all the rooms, but there was still a day of painting to go. The prep work had gone slowly with so many items to move, sheet over, and trim/ outlets to tape off. He would have to come back tomorrow. He gathered up his materials and loaded them back in his van. As he finished loading, he heard Deb calling out to him.

“Wait, do you really not have a bed to sleep in tonight?” she asked, leaning out the front door.

“Only the front seat of this van reclined back. Ain’t gonna lie; it ain’t exactly doing wonders for my back,” he confessed.

“I have spare rooms. I can let you stay here just till you get back on your feet. I don’t do charity, though. I’ll give you a bed, but there are rules. Are you interested?”

He stood in shock, finally nodding his head slowly as he started taking steps back toward her.

“I believe in second chances. Especially for those trying to make the most of a second chance. I think that’s you. I have extra space. But you’ll have to tend to the yard and landscaping. No drinking. No drugs. No loud music. Home by 9 pm every day. If you can’t live by that, don’t even bother,” she dictated.

Still in shock, Jamal thought it over a few seconds before nodding his acceptance. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything — just don’t make me regret this,” she countered.

******

Jamal came into the house, grateful for the act of kindness. She led him to a spare bedroom. A room all his own. Not a room shared with a sibling (or inmate). And not a couch to crash on. He was speechless. The bed and coverings looked almost new, barely used. He always talked about how the other half lived, but he never had a real sense of it till now.

He finished the paint job on Deb’s house the next day, and he made sure it was perfect, as she requested, with no sloppy work. He wanted to change his life, and he dutifully followed the rules Deb set forth. Separated from the bad influences in his life, he was surprised how easy it was to follow a good routine when surrounded by others doing the right thing.

He tended to her landscaping and yardwork daily. Pulling weeds, trimming the hedges and İstanbul Escort edging the yard. He observed how she woke up early every day and went into work, often coming back late from the office. He noted the pride and dedication she took in her work and took in how she always carried herself, so self-assured and commanding. She seemed to know how to take charge of any situation.

Jamal became more comfortable around Deb, finally starting to believe that maybe he wasn’t bound to screw up his good fortune. He observed how she worked out daily. He started to work out himself. He was amazed that a 49-year-old woman could out work him on exercises. They were becoming closer, yet she remained almost like a goddess to him. Even as an older woman, she was lean and fit, her tall frame towering over him. He watched her leave for work and then come back home again in her stockings and heels, marveling as the heels lightly clicked across the tiles. And when she’d slide off her heels, and lounge around after work, he found her stocking clad feet incredibly sexy and alluring.

He’s a good kid, Deb thought to herself. She would be turning 50 in a few weeks. She never had kids, but she almost felt a motherly connection to him. Maybe this was filling a void in her life she didn’t even realize she had. Maybe Jamal was actually helping her as much as she was helping him. It was nice having him around the house to take care of the manual labor, she mused. Often, she came home exhausted from long days at the office. Her work life was hard on relationships, but Jamal was patient with her, seemingly doing little things to make her days easier without asking.

Jamal started to see the softer side to Deb. While at home, she relaxed the hard façade she maintained all day. The hard, stern face she kept in public melted away to reveal a tired and vulnerable side. It must be exhausting to take all that charge and responsibility, Jamal reasoned.

One night, they were seated in the living room, watching a cable movie. She was still dressed in her business skirt and white blouse, but she was exhausted after a long week at work and started dozing off. As she nodded off, her head fell onto Jamal’s shoulders. In that moment, he froze. Was this appropriate? He remembered how she freaked out when he saw her naked on that first day. But the scent of her perfume was reaching him, and he looked down, able to see down her blouse.

In that moment, that goddess was irresistible to him, and he leaned in to kiss her neck. At first just a peck and then a longer kiss on her neck, under her ear. She let out a soft moan, as he became bolder and wrapped an arm around her. He felt her arm reflexively start to reach around him as well. Then he looked up from her neck to her soft lips. And he went for it. The next thing he knew, they were locked in a long slow kiss. And she was kissing him back.

After they broke the kiss, she opened her eyes, and he saw a startled look of realization overcome her.

“Jamal, what happened?” she asked incredulously.

“I — I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me –” he stammered.

She pulled back from the embrace, her head dizzying in thought. She got up, saying “I’m sorry, I need to go to bed,” and then walked out. Jamal, never a gifted speaker, was at a loss for words. He cursed himself thinking he had messed up the best thing that ever happened in his life.

That night Deb laid awake thinking about their kiss. About their relationship and what it all meant. He’s a good kid; she was sure of that. Maybe it was the combination of his age and smaller stature, but she had never considered him romantically. The age gap, cultural gap, education gap, and earning gaps all worked against them. On top of all that, she was a state district attorney. She couldn’t be in a relationship with a boy less than half her age. Let alone one she had previously convicted. That could be career suicide. And yet it had been several years since she’d had a relationship of any kind. She was at an age where all the good ones were taken. She did enjoy Jamal’s company. But could she really give herself to him in that way?

That night Jamal laid awake thinking about their kiss. About their relationship and what it all meant. He felt like he’d come a long way since that day in court when they first met 3 years earlier. Surviving prison, and then getting a job and somehow sleeping in the home of this goddess. Why couldn’t he be satisfied with that? He had to try to take the next step, and now he was likely going to get kicked out of her house. At least he had some money saved up now and could afford a place, but he couldn’t help but feel he had messed up the best thing to ever happen to him. How foolish was he to think she could ever find him attractive? He treated her like a subordinate, and that’s probably all he’d ever be to her.

In the morning, they both tried to act as if nothing happened. Although there was a palpable awkwardness, they finished breakfast and then left to go to their jobs.

That night, as soon as she got home, Deb called out, “Jamal, come out, we need to talk.”

He stepped into the living room where she waited. She pointed to the loveseat opposite the sofa where she sat, and he took a seat.

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Amy, Jim, and the Professor Ch. 02

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And, the story continues …

I usually sleep on my back wearing a tee shirt and boxer shorts, but this night I was subconsciously hoping for a visit from Amy, so I slept in the raw.

I wasn’t to be disappointed as I woke to the wonderful sensations of Amy sucking, basically swallowing Silly. This time it was slow and sensuous … Her mouth and throat felt like a silky, wet cunt. I stayed very still and silent not wanting to interrupt her or the feelings she was generating in me.

After awhile (who knows how long, I was lost in the feelings), she glanced up and saw that I was wide awake and smiling down at her.

“Sir, why didn’t you tell me you were awake?”

“I didn’t want to interrupt you, Baby. You seemed to be having a good time and I definitely was.”

“Should I continue Sir?”

“Not now. Come give me a nice kiss and then we’ll cuddle, I want to hear how last night went.”

Amy moved up, kissed me passionately, and then snuggled up against me: her head on my shoulder; her breasts crushed against me; one leg thrown over me; and her pussy pressed hard against my hip.

“Does Sir mind if I stroke Silly while we talk?”

“No Baby, that would please me very much,”

She reached down and began stroking Silly as I asked her, “How did the night go baby?”

In a pouty voice, she replied, “It went fine, I’m sure he was very well pleased. … But … Sir, this was our first night together and I so much wanted to sleep with you.”

“I understand Baby; I wanted you with me, too. But it was very important for Jim to feel comfortable. This was the right decision, and you were a very good girl to do the right thing without complaining. You will sleep with me tonight and I will make it a night you will remember forever. Okay Baby?”

Amy’s face lit up with a big smile, she gave me another passionate kiss, and then she replied, “Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”

“Good, now tell me about last night.”

“We’ll, Sir, when I arrived he was fast asleep, so I climbed into his bed. He sleeps on his side and was wearing a pair of briefs and no shirt. I snuggled up to him pushing my pussy into his ass and then I reached across him and began stroking his cock through his briefs.

“He is a very sound sleeper, Sir.”

“I’ve noticed that, those times I tried to wake him for breakfast,” I replied.

“Initially, it was very frustrating. His cock responded but he remained fast asleep. Then I had an exciting idea. It dawned on me that I’d never made love to a sleeping man. I should tell you that the idea was very exciting. Is that okay, Sir?”

“Of course Baby. To tell you the truth, I’m finding the idea pretty exciting myself. It might make a fun role play. Please continue.”

“Well, I threw back the covers, rolled him onto his back, and carefully removed his briefs.

His cock had softened a bit so I stroked it for a couple of minutes, ’til it got hard again. It was amazing to watch his cock respond to my stroking, while he remained in a deep sleep.”

I was finding this story to be very exciting and, Amy stroking Silly while telling me …. well ….

Noticing my extreme response to her story and her stroking, she said, “Would Sir like me to climb on top and fuck you now?” Amy asked.

“Not now Baby, please continue I am enjoying this very much.”

“Once his cock was rock hard again, I carefully climbed on top of him and slowly slide his cock into my very wet pussy.

“As he continued to sleep I began to fuck him, moving up until I could feel the head if his cock on the lips of my pussy and moving down until my pussy was pushed against his body. I started out very slowly, but I was so excited that I began pumping faster and faster. … Then I came, Sir it was one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had.

“I let out a scream of pure pleasure. And he woke to find me in the midst of my climax my pussy grinding into his pelvis.

“Sir, he may sleep soundly, but he doesn’t waste any time waking up. He quickly realized what was happening and he grabbed my waist and began pounding his cock into me, thrusting it as deep it could possibly go. His passion was palatable and as he whispered with a deep guttural voice, “Amy baby, I’m going to cum … I’m going to cum.”

I knew I would join him for my second climax in a few short seconds. In the same kind of whisper, I replied, “Me, too baby. … Cum baby, cum inside of me. Cum baby, cum with me. …. And we came together. Sir, it was wonderful.”

“I’m so happy baby. What happened then?”

“I was spent Sir. I collapsed on to his chest, my breasts pressed against him, his cock still buried in my pussy.

He put his arms around me, hugged me, kissed me on the forehead, and whispered in my ear, “Sweet Amy, it would pleasure me greatly if you would go to sleep now, just like this. I love holding you, I love the feel of my cock in your pussy, and I love the feeling of your breasts crushed against my chest.”

I obliged him and was fast asleep in a Anadolu Yakası Escort few short seconds.

I woke this morning lying next to him as he was kissing me softly on my lips.

Seeing I was awake, he looked deep into my eyes and said, “Sweet Amy, last night was the most exciting, erotic experience I have ever had. You are truly a blessing.”

I asked him if he would you like to play some more?

He said, “It’s sweet of you to ask, but Jon made a big sacrifice last night and I think he’d love to see you early this morning”

“I thanked him and told him that I missed you very much. And, Sir … I came directly to your bed.”

Her story finished, I looked at her, kissed her passionately, and said, “It’s time for you to climb on Baby.”

And she did, and our excitement caused by the reciting of her experience, translated directly to our love making. She rode me like a cowgirl and I was the perfect bronco … I, too, was blessed to cum in sync with my sweet baby girl and the afterglow as we laid tighter tightly hugging each other was beautiful.

I now knew for sure that Amy and I were destined to be together for a long, long time, destined to experience together the entire world of pleasure. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for and with me, and so much I wanted to do for and to her.

And I thought, *After breakfast we will see what new sexual escapades we can indulge in.*

Then I fell fast asleep, holding tightly to my sweet baby girl.

Breakfast was ready at 9 a.m. sharp. Amy didn’t eat with us, grabbing her breakfast on the fly as she carefully served us, making sure we had everything we needed. It was a pleasure to watch her serving us breakfast without a stitch of clothes on. I took every opportunity I had to swat her gorgeous bottom; and each time I did, I was rewarded with the cutest little giggle. How I loved my sweet baby girl.

After breakfast I called her over and whispered to her, “Baby, breakfast was perfect, you’re a very good girl. Once you’ve cleaned up in the kitchen, I want you to go clean yourself up real good. You’ll find everything you need in the master bath, including an enema kit. I going to want to play with your ass this afternoon and I want it sparkly clean for me.”

“Yes, Sir … by the way Sir, you’ve never played with my ass before so I haven’t had the chance to tell you how much I love it!” Then she giggled, kissed me, and began cleaning up the breakfast dishes.

Getting up from the table, I looked over at Jim and said, “Come with me and I’ll give you an idea on how I plan on spending the morning and early afternoon.”

I led him to the exercise room, now a playroom, and pointed out the various toys I’d assembled, and described how I planned to use them in conjunction with the mattress and the padded sawhorse.

“What if Amy says, ‘I’d rather not do that,” wouldn’t that spoil your plan?” Jim asked.

“It wouldn’t spoil my plan only change it a bit. … However, I doubt very much I will get that response. If I were to tell you what Amy and I did the first time together and then the second time when Lisa became Mistress Amy’s sub, … well, it would blow your mind.”

“Are you telling me that you had something like we’re experiencing with two girls at once?” Jim asked incredulously.”

“Fraid so … but, I can’t share the specifics with you, that’s very private between the participants. Just like last night, today, and tomorrow will never be shared with anyone else. What happens during these sessions is a shared secret only known to the three of us.”

Then Jim and I went back to the living room, turned on the TV, and watched a bit of a football game while Amy finished cleaning up the kitchen and then got herself ready for this morning’s activities.

It wasn’t long before she came into the living room and said, “I hope I’m not interrupting your game, Sir … but I’m ready for you.”

I quickly turned off the game, turned to her, and said, “I’m thinking I’d like to tie you down baby, how does that sound?”

“Please Sir, you know how much I like to be tied down and lose all control.”

“Okay, let’s get started,” and I took her hand a led her into the, now, playroom.

Amy immediately saw the toys and other things I’d brought along, plus the sawhorse, and the queen-sized, blow-up mattress.

“Oh, Sir, this looks like you and Jim are going to have a lot of fun with me,” she said in a breathy, excited voice.

“Baby, I expect it will be fun for you, too,” I replied.

She giggled.

“We’re going to start with you on the sawhorse, Baby; lay face down on top of it.

She quickly moved to the sawhorse and laid down on it. It was the perfect length, her ass ended up right at one end of the horse and her head was right at the other end. This meant that her mouth and her bottom were perfectly situated for what I had in mind.

I grabbed a couple of zip strips for each of us, saying to Jim, “I’m sure you know how to use these. You Pendik Escort secure her wrists to the front legs and I’ll secure her ankles to the back legs.” When we finished she was effectively attached to the sawhorse and completely in our control.

During this time, Amy was suggestively moving her ass back and forth and sticking her tongue out at Jim. Finished, I spanked her bare bottom, saying, “Baby, did I give you permission to tempt us in that way.”

“No sir, I was just playing with you. I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, with a giggle and she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face.

I continued to spank her with my bare hand, saying, “I know what you (spank) were doing Baby (spank) but from now on (spank) and I want to make this very clear (spank) you don’t do anything (spank) without asking permission. (spank) (spank) Do you understand?” (final hard spank)

She moaned louder with each spank and when I finished she said with a tiny whimper in her voice, “Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir; I will ask your permission before doing anything, Sir. Please don’t spank me anymore.”

Even though I was sure she would really have liked to be spanked some more, I said, “Okay, Baby, just as long as you follow my instructions.” Then I caressed her bottom, gave it a number of kisses, and I asked her, “Does that feel better now, Baby?”

“Yes, Sir, thank you Sir, that feels much better now.”

Jim observed all of this with a smile on his face. He was beginning to understand how this worked and it looked like he was beginning to really enjoy himself.

“Okay, Jim, it’s time for us to strip.” We quickly took off our shorts and tee-shirts, which was all either of us was wearing and tossed them into a corner.

I went to Amy, bent over and kissed her hard on the mouth, and then, as I caressed her bottom, asked her, “Baby whose body is this?”

Holding her head up and looking into my eyes, she replied, “It’s your body, Sir.”

“Since it’s my body … I guess that means that I can use it in any way I want. Isn’t that true, Baby?”

“Yes, Sir, you may use this body in any way that pleases you. I am honored that you wish to use my body in ways that give you pleasure.”

“Jim, why don’t you check out my baby’s pussy and see if it’s ready for us.”

Jim moved behind her, tentatively spread her butt checks, and quickly discovered that Amy was very wet, already dripping sweet juices out of her pussy, seeing this he said, “It looks like you were right about her liking this … I don’t think I’ve ever seen a wetter pussy.”

I’d already placed Silly right in front of her face, and I replied, “I’m not surprised … you love it don’t you, Baby?”

She nodded her head, and said, “Yes Sir,” and then she opened her mouth wide inviting Silly inside.

Jim, seeing that, slowly pushed his cock into her soaking wet pussy and with Jim following my lead; we both began to slowly fuck her, really teasing her, not giving her the satisfaction I knew she desired.

After a few minutes, I said, “Okay, Jim that’s enough for now. We’ve only just begun to play with this sweet body.” We both pulled out and Amy moaned … she obviously did not want us to stop. But, after the spanking she was on her good behavior and didn’t say anything.

I grabbed my bottle of almond oil, my preferred lubricant, and a medium-sized butt plug. Then, oiling her ass real good, sticking my oil-soaked index finger deep inside, I prepared her for the butt plug; taking a few minutes to finger fuck her.

She dropped her head to the sawhorse and moaned out loud, saying in between my strokes, “Sir, … that feels … so … goooood.”

“If this feels good, wait ’til Jim fucks you with the butt plug in … you’ll really love that, Baby.”

“Oh yes, Sir, I know I will. May I please suck Silly at the same time, Sir?”

“Yes, Baby, That is exactly what I had in mind.”

“Mmmmmmm Sir, please hurry with the butt plug … I can’t wait.”

“All in good time, Baby, I want to make sure that you’re very well oiled,” and I continued to finger fuck her ass for a few more minutes. … I was having a very good time and didn’t want to be hurried.

Then Jim said, “Come on Jon, I want to have some fun too. I’m sure that she’s well enough oiled by now.”

To tell you the truth, I’d almost forgotten that Jim was even there.

“I’m sorry; I guess I got carried away. Here you insert the butt plug,” and I handed it to him.

He took it, but it seemed obvious that he wasn’t sure how to insert it properly.

As I moved to the front of the bench and Amy’s waiting mouth, I said, “Jim, make sure you oil up the butt plug, too, and then insert it all the way to the base. Her ass will automatically clamp around the indentation just before the base. It’s an instinctive response. Once in, it will stay in until we remove it. In addition to providing its own stimulation, it also tightens up her pussy, really heightening the sensation. Essentially, she gets a super fuck and will probably Kurtköy Escort have one of the best orgasms of her life. … Right, Baby?” But by then her mouth was fully involved with Silly and she could only nod in reply.

Jim inserted the butt plug very carefully with Amy moaning and sucking Silly during the entire process. I was taking it easy, allowing her to control what was going on with Silly and her mouth. Mostly I was watching Jim, making sure it didn’t make a mistake and hurt her. But, there was no worry, the plug went in, and her ass clamped down, just like I said it would. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Don’t just stand there … it’s time we fucked the hell out of her.”

Jim inserted his cock into her pussy and I grabbed her head and began to really give her a mouth fuck she’d remember for a long time. “Come on Baby, take it all in. I want my cock as far down your throat as it will go.”

She gagged, but then thrust her head forward determined to take me all the way in.

Jim began to fuck her even harder, thrusting his cock as deep as it would go into her pussy.

Amy began to moan even louder, it was obvious that she was getting close to cumming.

“Baby, I haven’t given you permission to cum. Not yet … don’t cum until I say it’s okay, Baby … Not yet baby.”

With my cock deep in her mouth and Jim fucking her like a wild man, she looked up at me, her eyes pleading with me to let her cum.

I shook my head and grabbing her hair, again, forced her to take my cock all the way in. Then I began to mouth fuck her with the same passion Jim was pussy fucking her. The whole time shaking my head; not giving her permission to cum, pulling out every so often to give her a chance to breathe.

Then, when I was sure she couldn’t hold out any longer, I nodded my head and she let out a scream filled with passion and ecstasy as her orgasm rolled through her whole body. She collapsed her head to the sawhorse, unable to hold it up any longer.

Jim continued to fuck her, but neither of us were ready to cum … we were saving that for later. I bent over and began kissing and caressing her.

She moaned again and the combination of my kisses and caresses plus Jim’s fucking caused her to cum again.

“Did you like that, Baby?” I whispered into her ear.

She nodded her head, sighed, and asked, “Sir, can we please do it again?”

“I don’t know, Baby.” Then looking at Jim, I winked, and then asked, “Baby wants us to fuck her again … do you think you’ve got the energy.”

His cock was still buried deep in her pussy, he had been moving it slowly in and out, however, seeing my wink, he stopped, pulled it out and quietly replied, with a violent nod of his head, “I’m not sure.”

“Baby, neither of us is sure. I’m wondering how we can solve this. … Maybe, we could switch places, and you could suck Jim’s cock while I fucked your pussy. … That might work.

“I know what would work. Baby, we’d probably get real excited if you’d beg us to fuck you. … You’ll have to beg real hard and let us know how much you want to be fucked and how much you want to cum again. Can you do that, Baby?’

Without a moment’s hesitation, Amy began to beg, “Sir, please fuck my pussy … please fuck it slow at first and then faster and faster. Please, Sir, pound your body against my ass, thrust you wonderful cock as deep into my pussy as you can. … Please, Sir, please fuck me. And my dear sweet Jim, please come here and let my suck on your cock as Sir fucks my pussy. Please, grab my head Jim and force your cock deep down my throat and then please mouth fuck me until I cum again. Please Jim.”

“Jim, her begging has convinced me, how about you?” He nodded and moved in front of Amy’s head, offering his cock to her waiting mouth.

I moved to her ass, got down on my knees and began to suck and lick her pussy (she moaned); she wasn’t able to voice much more with Jim’s cock filling her mouth. After a few minutes, I began finger fucking her pussy with my index and middle fingers while I licked and sucked her clit (her moans got louder). I pulled back and said in a commanding tone, “Not yet, Baby. Not until I give you permission (she whimpered).”

I could feel her pussy tightening on my fingers and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I got to my feet and inserted my cock into her soaking wet pussy. I started slowly, but, her ass moving against me as she tried desperately not to cum was hard to resist. Very quickly I began to pound my cock into her, her pussy tightened even more and I knew it was time, “Cum baby, cum for me, it’s time Baby, cum … cum for me.”

And she pushed Jim’s cock out of her mouth, screaming, “Oh God, Oh God, OOOOOOh Guuuuud …” Her head, again, dropped to the sawhorse, and she laid there whispering, “Oh God … oh God … oh God.”

Jim moved around to the side of the sawhorse, turned her head toward him, and said, “Amy, don’t just lay there, suck my cock, lick it … play with it with our mouth.”

She looked up at him, and replied, “Yes Sir Jim, whatever you say, Sir Jim,” and then she opened her mouth and began licking and sucking his cock.

I looked over at Jim and nodded my approval as I continued to stroke Silly in and out of her sweet pussy.

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Addison: Mature Southern Belle Ch. 03

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Letter from the author: This is a story of an older unfaithful promiscuous woman who loves sex and is not ashamed of it. If you don’t like this or have a moral issue with this, please move on to another story.

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Addison returned home to her boring sex life after her trip to Arizona, and was not too happy about it. Brett was all over her at the office but it was a small firm and finding a place to do those kinds of things was virtually impossible. Brett kept hounding her to go for drinks after work, or to lunch, but Addie kept refusing. Truth was, she wanted him badly, but doing things with him on a business trip where no one knew them was one thing, but doing things at home or in the office was another. She had a career and a family to think about. However, it only took Brett a week to break her. Friday, she finally agreed to go for a drink after work.

5:00 finally rolled around and the two of them hopped into Brett’s car and headed toward a small little bar near their office. They only made it two blocks when Brett turned down an alley and parked the car. He unbuckled his seat belt and his pants and pulled out his growing cock.

“Suck it!” he demanded

Addie needed no more instruction. She unbuckled her belt and dove down onto his manhood. She slid her lips up and down on it while sucking in hard. Brett’s cock responded and soon he was at full attention. Addie loved the feel of his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. Her pussy became wet, staining her white cotton granny panties, and her nipples strained against her old fashioned full coverage bra. She was so hot, she never thought about the fact that she could be seen by anyone who happened down the alley.

Brett didn’t say a word; he just grabbed her head and directed it up and down his excited pole. Addie had already grown to love the feeling of his hand forcing her onto his cock She had missed that this week. She just performed as she was coached, getting hotter the whole time.

After a few minutes, Brett grunted and exploded into Addison’s accepting mouth. She didn’t skip a beat, swallowing the entire load while still sliding up and down his shaft until Brett pulled her up. He zipped up, exited the alley and returned Addie to her car in the office parking lot without uttering another word. Addison got out and Brett drove off, leaving her horny and unsatisfied. That is until the next day.

Addie’s husband always golfed on Saturday, and everyone knew it because she complained of being a golf widow. She wasn’t doing anything in particular when the phone rang.

“Meet me at Red Lobster in the mall.” Brett told her. Then he hung up.

Addie asked the housekeeper to watch the kids for a while. She was sitting in the restaurant only minutes later. Brett entered the restaurant, grabbed her hand and walked her to his car. She wasn’t sure what was next. Brett drove her to his apartment and the two of them went in.

“Strip!” her ordered her.

Addison was naked in moments. As she undressed, Brett didn’t even watch. He sat on the couch, grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. There was a Sun Devils’ football game on and he watched it as she removed her clothes. He had always wanted to combine his two favorite things, sex and ASU Football.

“Suck my cock!” he demanded, never taking his eyes off the game.

Addie knelt between his legs and pulled out his dick. She sucked it to life and Brett just watched the game. Addison was doing an excellent job pleasing his cock. She stroked it with her hand as her lips slid up and down its hardness. She licked the tip and even deep throated the entire length. However, Brett was totally ignoring her. His attention was on the game. The only attention she got was when he wanted her to do something else.

“Lick my balls.” He told her, still watching the game.

Addison lowered her face to his big hairy ball sack and began to lick and suck his balls while stroking the shaft with her hand. She took great care to stimulate his full, heavy nuts. After a few minutes of that, Brett finally took his eyes off the TV. He pushed her off his lap and stood up.

“Get over the back of the couch.” He told her.

Addie walked around the back of the couch, bent over it and placed her hands on the cushions. Her ass was high in the air and ready for him. She was sure to get his attention now. Brett walked behind her and mounted her. His cock slid into her soft, wet, velvety cunt, and Addie moaned appreciatively. Brett grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard and deep. Addison was enjoying the feelings and was anticipating Brett talking to her the way he always did. However, the nasty talk never came. After a short time, Addison looked behind her and Brett’s eyes were glued to the game. He was rock hard, pounding her pussy and not even paying any attention to her. She was just a hole to put his dick in so he could get off.

Even knowing that, Addie still came twice before Şerifali Escort Brett pulled out and shot his hot cum all over her ass and back. After recovering, he fucked her two more times before taking her back to the mall and her car.

Addie got home only minutes before her husband did. She was in the shower when he got home, and he never had a clue. Addison loved this, she was getting laid and it was all so exciting making sure she didn’t get caught.

Over the next few months, this became a pattern, blow jobs in the car either after work or at lunch as he ordered food at the drive-thru, and Saturdays at his apartment while her husband played golf and the housekeeper watched the kids. It was very exciting, sneaking around, being nasty, being dominated, and Addie was really enjoying all the new things Brett was introducing her to.

Things got even better when Addison was offered a promotion. This position would require some travel. She and her husband agreed that since they had the housekeeper and her husband didn’t travel in his job, Addison would accept. Sometimes Brett would travel with her, but there were usually others with them, and it was hard to be alone. Addison was always worried about someone finding out. That all changed one night while the two of them had drinks in the hotel bar after the others had all gone to their rooms.

Brett and Addie were sitting at a booth in the bar. The table cloths were long and Brett took advantage. He keenly slid his hand up Addie’s thigh and under her skirt until he reached her uncovered love button. Addie was not allowed to wear any underwear when the two of them traveled together. He began fiddling her clit with no regard for where they were, even as people walked by. Addie was horrified and turned on at the same time. It was all very erotic, but she was worried what others in the bar would think of her.

Neither of them said a word, they just sat there as Brett fingered her clit harder and faster. Addison tried her hardest not to let on what was happening, but the harder she tried, the more turned on she got, the more difficult it was to hide her pleasure. A couple walked by and the woman noticed the look on Addie’s face. Addie’s breathing was labored, and her eyelids were half closed. Then she looked at Brett and could see his arm moving under the table. She knew exactly what was happening. She threw a knowing glare at both of them, and hurried her husband away.

“That woman thinks I am a total whore.” Addie thought to herself.

That turned her on more. She looked around the room trying to see if anyone else was watching. Brett’s hand was vigorously diddling her clit now and she could feel her orgasm rushing to the surface. She was terrified. She was not sure she could keep quiet. The situation was so stimulating, she knew that her orgasm was going to be big. She wanted to feel it, but she feared its arrival at the same time. Just then a man sitting near them with his wife caught Addie’s eye and he raised his eyebrows to let her know he knew. Addie loved the attention, but she didn’t want to cause a scene. However, she knew Brett would not stop, so she just tried to contain herself.

A moment later, her climax was reached and it hit her inside like a nuclear bomb blast. She didn’t know she could orgasm like that from just being masturbated. It was not so much the manual stimulation, as it was the dirty, nastiness of it all that caused her erotic explosion. Addie bit her lip and squeezed her legs together as her entire body tensed up and try as she did, she could not keep quiet.

A muffled scream escaped her lips and most everybody in the bar turned to see what the disturbance was. They watched, some in horror, and some in ah, as the 38 year old lady experienced her orgasm publicly. Her body stiffened, then shook. Her eyes were clenched tight and her face was pursed like a she had just bit into a lemon, and her breathing was shallow and rapid. When Addie had finally recovered enough to open her eyes, so could see all the eyes on her. She turned beet red and wanted to hide her face. However, as she perused the daggers from some of the patron’s eyes, she also noticed there were some fans. She was humiliated and turned on at the same time, not just turned on, more turned on that she could ever remember.

That was the last time she ever let the worry of being caught get in the way of being satisfied by Brett. This young man was a genius sexually, and everything he did to her resulted in new wonderful sensations. She never again slept alone on any business trip that Brett was on. She could never get enough of him and his expert tricks.

Not too long after the public orgasm, Addison and her team were on another trip trying to sell a project to a client, when Brett took her to the next level. The client, Bill, was a gentleman in his late fifties. He was your typical company executive, a bit overweight, balding and a sexual pervert. He continually İstanbul Escort leered at Addison the whole time she was presenting their proposal. Addison was a bit repulsed by him, and did nothing to encourage his behavior.

Brett noticed Bill’s behavior and that night while he and Addie were getting ready for bed, he sparked up a conversation.

“Ole Bill has an eye for you, doesn’t he?” Brett teased.

“Yea, I guess.” Addie replied.

“I’ll bet if you were nicer to him, it would help us get the account.”

“What are you suggesting?” Addie said with a bit of disgust in her voice.

“You know exactly what I am saying.” Brett returned. “Treat him the way you treat me.”

“Are you kidding me?” she snapped. “Not a chance in hell. He is disgusting.”

“Come on, I know you have it in you. You are a whore already, what’s wrong with using it to get the account.”

“Brett! I am not a whore for anybody, just you.” She said as she walked up to him and began to fondle his body.

“You do realize how big this account is right?” he reminded her.

“You are serious, aren’t you?” she said with surprise in her voice. She stopped playing with his body. “I can’t do that.”

“Sure you can.” He assured her. “It would be the edge we need to land him.

“No Brett! I won’t do that.” Addison said sternly.

“Ok, well if you won’t do this for me, then maybe I need to leave.” He said as he began to put his pants on.

Addie sat on the bed feeling hurt. How could he think I would prostitute myself for an account? She sat there as Brett finished dressing and left, returning to his room for the evening. Addison crawled into bed and tried to go to sleep. Her anger toward Brett soon faded, and it was not long before she was wanting him next to her. She dialed his room, but he did not answer. She quietly knocked on his door, not wanting to attract attention from the other team members whose rooms were all together, but he did not answer.

Brett knew what a slave she was to his cock, and that just ignoring her would be enough to change her mind. Addison returned to her room and spent a sleepless night contemplating her next move. She decided she would try to make him understand her position in the morning.

“Good morning all” Brett said joyfully to all in attendance as he sat down for breakfast.

Everyone replied including Addie, not wanting to attract any notice of her hurt feelings. Today was the last day of their proposal, and the whole team set strategy for the day. There was nothing abnormal between Addie and Brett until after breakfast.

“Brett?” Addie said quietly to him when she finally got him alone. “I need to talk to you about our conversation last night.”

“There is nothing to talk about.” He snapped. “You do this for me, or I will not do anything else for you.” Then he walked away, not allowing her to argue her case further.

Addie didn’t know what to do. On the other hand, she really didn’t know if she had a choice. The whole day, Bill gave her suggestive glances and Addie just tried to ignore him.

Bill offered to take the team to dinner after they finished their proposal. As they approached the table, Bill figured out a way to sit next to Addison and Brett made sure to sit on her other side. During dinner, Addie felt a hand on her thigh. Without looking she knew it was Bill’s. She looked at Brett and saw that he could see it too. Brett gave her a stare as if to say, “Go with it.”

So Addie complied. She opened her legs a bit and soon Bill had her skirt bunched up in her lap and was slowly massaging her inner thigh. One time he even brushed her uncovered pussy with his pinky. Addie couldn’t believe it, but she was getting turned on. Brett demands could make her even get wet with this old, bald, fat guy playing with her.

After dinner the other team members went to pack for the early trip home. Brett, Bill and Addie moved to the bar for a night cap. The three of them talked and drank. Then Brett leaned over and kissed Addie right in front of Bill. Bill just watched as the two of them played tonsil hockey for quite a while. After they broke from the kiss, Brett whispered in Addie’s ear.

“Kiss him.”

Addie leaned in and laid a long wet kiss on Bill.

“Invite him to your room.”

“Would you boys like to finish your drinks in my room?” Addie said.

The three of them were soon sitting in the lounge area of Addie’s room. They were all just chatting when the phone rang.

“That’s my husband.” Addie quipped as she went to answer it.

As she stood next to the bed talking to her husband, Jake walked up behind her and began to unbutton her blouse. Like many times before, He fondled her body as she carried on a conversation with her husband.

Bill watched as Brett took off her blouse, unhooked her bra, fondled her nice round tits, pinched her nipples, undid her skirt, pulled it down, and played with her pussy. Ümraniye Escort His cock was rock hard in his pants as he witnessed the whole thing.

“OK honey, I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you too.” Addison said as she hung up the phone.

Moments later she was sitting on her bed naked with Brett’s cock pistoning in and out of her mouth.

“Come join us Bill.” Brett told the client.

Bill walked to her and pulled his pants down. His rock hard cock came into view and Addie reached out to grab it. She alternated her mouth back and forth between the two stiff dicks as she stroked the other one with her hand. Addie got a naughty idea. She instructed the men to stand real close together. They did. She grabbed both cocks and touched the heads together, then opened her mouth wide and shoved them both in her mouth at the same time.

Her lips stretched around the thick rigid shafts and she took them as deep as she could. Both men placed a hand on the back of her head and shoved their cock in as far as her mouth would stretch. Two cocks were forced into Addie’s mouth and she did an excellent job of pleasuring them. Her head bobbed back and forth as the men jammed their cocks in. Bill’s balls tightened first and he pushed her back, pulling both cocks from her mouth, then grabbed his cock with his hand and sprayed his cum all over her face. Brett was stroking his cock now too, and soon he was depositing his load all over Addie’s pretty little face too.

The cum dripped off her face and onto her tits. Addie scooped up the cum from her face and tits with her hands and cleaned the combined juices of the men with her mouth. As the men watched, Addie devoured their cum. Brett asked Bill if they had the contract.

“Sure.” Bill replied.

“Great, as long as we work with you Bill, Addie’s body is yours, her mouth, her pussy, her ass, what ever you want.” Brett informed him.

A little later after Bill had recovered, Brett made Addison get Bill hard again. Addie sucked him to hardness and then Brett told her to get on top of Bill, who was lying on his back. Addie straddled Bill and slid his cock deep in her. She began to ride his cock slowly and deeply.

“I think you should call your husband about the good news.” Brett suggested.

Addison had done this many times, so she knew how much Brett liked that. She picked up the phone and dialed home. When her husband answered, she informed him of the good news. While she was chatting up her husband about how big this was, Brett leaned her forward and pushed his raging hard cock into her asshole. Addison did a great job of carrying on the conversation as both men slide their cocks in and out of her at the same time. She hung up a few minutes later.

“You asshole.” She scolded Brett playfully. “That was not fair.”

Brett just ignored her and continued his anal penetrations. The feeling of two cocks stretching both of her holes at once was another new and exhilarating experience. Addison rocked back and forth on Bill fat cock, rubbing her swollen clit on his pubic area, and Brett’s cock rocked her rear. She got so turned on that she began rocking so hard and fast, that neither of the men had to move a muscle. Addie was moving like a wild woman. She came once, slowed a bit, and then sped up again until she came once more. With both Addie and Brett on him, Bill had no choice but to unload into Addie when his orgasm hit just after Addison’s second one. Brett did the same when he reached his climax, filling her other hole, as Addie lie limply on top of Bill from exhaustion and satisfaction.

Bill left a short time after and as Brett and Addie lay in bed falling asleep, Addie got a nasty satisfaction feeling their cum spilled from her holes and over her leg until she fell asleep.

Addison’s team returned home triumphantly with the sole source client in hand (also in mouth, ass and pussy in Addie’s case). The firm partners were ecstatic. Addison was given a huge bonus and another promotion.

Addie used the money to take a trip to Los Angeles, where she spent a week at a Beverly Hills spa. She learned many things, mainly how to look like she belonged in Beverly Hills. They taught her how to dress, both on the outside and underneath. They showed her how to do her hair, make up, and everything else she would need to be the sexiest woman possible. She flew directly to New York and spent the rest of her bonus on clothes, shoe and intimates.

When she finally returned to work two weeks later, it was a totally different Addison. She was hot, short skirts, low cut tops, high heels. She no longer hid her attributes, she showed them off. Her attitude changed too.

Brett left the firm not long after to accept a much better job. No problem, Addie was a new woman. She flirted with clients as well as the firm partners. She was living a double life, mom at home and firm slut at work. She did the mom stuff at home, girl scouts, and little league, then she would fly off to “Take care of” clients. As long as she was in her room when the call from her husband came, she had no problems. Things went like this for quite a few years until a life altering visit to the plastic surgeon when she was 45.

to be continued…

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A Literary Mistake Ch. 03

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There were several long, silent moments when I couldn’t respond to Anna. Her words cut right through to my very soul, an awakening from the sexual afterglow I had been enjoying. She looked at me thoughtfully, as her words were digesting inside me.

“Sean,” she whispered. The warmth in her eyes was unmistakable, and it took my breath away. I realized with that singular utterance that I never wanted to leave her. In just a short time I had found the one person who truly understood not only my writing, but my spirit, the source of that writing. I thought and thought for the right words to say, but finally I leaned towards her and kissed her softly, squeezing her tired body with as much caring and loving as I could. When finally she lifted her body away, she kissed my forehead.

“I know that this has happened very fast Sean,” she said quietly, “but I can’t deny what I feel, I can’t deny the connection that we have.” She took my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine. “For the time being we have to be discreet, at least until you graduate. I don’t want to cause any problems in your life. On the contrary,” she murmured as she caressed my cheek,” I was to make your life wonderful, every single moment.”

“Anna,” I managed, pressing my hand on top of hers,” You have given me more in this short time than I could have thought possible, or even written about. I will do everything you ask to keep things quiet until we are both free to be together openly. I wish that I could stay here, with you, from now on. I know that I will have to wait patiently for that.” I kissed her softy, touching my head to hers.

‘My dear Sean, let’s worry about this in the morning.”

Her body fell limp with exhaustion, fitting against mine so perfectly, that I didn’t need to adjust myself. Before I could utter another word, she was breathing as if in slumber, and with my eyes slowly closing, I wasn’t far behind.

Hours later, I awoke, needing to relieve myself, and I noticed that Anna’s warm body wasn’t there. I looked around the darkness of the room, and she was nowhere to be found. My first thoughts were of panic, but they were replaced by the feeling of my bursting bladder. I went to the first door I found and it was the master bath, which I felt relieved to find. I did my business, and went out of the bedroom to seek Anna. The floor creaked under my feet, and despite knowing we were the only two there, I tried to keep quiet. Even the stairs seemed to warn the cool air of my coming. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and as I hit the floor downstairs, I felt aware that Anna was close.

Perhaps I was already developing a new sense for her, perhaps it was a lingering scent of her perfume. Which ever was true, I felt her before I saw her silhouette in the window, looking outside, toward the back of the house. The living room window was large, with a bench in the opening. She was sitting, with her legs pulled up, her chin resting on her knee. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew somehow that she was awake, looking at the starts. I moved slowly towards her, not trying to keep quiet any longer, but not making the noise I was on the upstairs floor.

She didn’t turn towards me İstanbul Escort as I came very close to her. As I approached the window, the moon light allowed me to see her face, delicately soft, her eyes open and staring into the distance. The rest of her body, some parts obscured, was still nude. When my hand came to rest on her shoulder, she didn’t jump, instead she sighed; at least I didn’t scare her on my approach.

“Anna, are you alright?” I asked quietly. I caressed her skin gently, trying to offer more than just emotional comfort.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed, Sean. I woke up a little while ago, and couldn’t get back to sleep, even in your arms. I didn’t want to disturb you by tossing and turning.” I knelt next to her, kissing her shoulder.

“It felt strange, waking up and not finding you laying against me,” I said. My words had some affect on her because she turned her head slowly towards me.

“To be honest, I felt safer there too, but I need to come down here to try and think clearly,” she chuckled, and touched my face. “Scoot up here and hold me, Sean.” She moved her body forwards, and I sat down behind here. There was plenty of room there for both of us. I brought my legs up, and she slid back, resting against my chest, her hands on my knees. I kissed the top of her head, smelling the sweetness of her hair.

I looked out of the window, and saw the trees that lined her yards. They were swaying with the soft wind, allowing the moonlight to shine through at random intervals. The trees’ movement seemed to catch in my body, and I swayed back and forth, rocking Anna long with me. She murmured softly, and she turned her body so her head was rest between my head and shoulder. Her body slowly curled up, and soon she was asleep again, just as she was earlier in bed. I held her lightly, not wanting to disturb her with sudden or harsh movements.

As the moments passed she moved a little to make herself more comfortable. She rubbed up against me in a way that aroused me completely. With her warm, nude body pressed against me, it became almost painful after awhile, my need for her growing, I struggled for a few moment trying not to touch her and wake her, but finally I realized that she needed a quiet, sound sleep more than intimate activity, emotional and physical comfort, rather than sexual. I managed after fifteen minutes of arguing with myself, and thinking about random subject, to calm myself and my penis, and managed to fall into a minimal sleep.

When I awoke, sunlight was starting to assert itself in the sky, and the birds sitting just outside the window were chattering up a storm. I reached up to rub my eyes, and the slight moment caused Anna to stir. She blinked her eyes and she looked out the window, then put her hand in front of her face.

“I guess I finally fell asleep,” she said in a tired voice.

“Yes, thankfully,” I said,” I was thinking you wouldn’t be able to sleep like that, but you sleep like a baby, at least you looked like you did.”

“Maybe if I wasn’t in direct sunlight, I would have slept longer,” she said with a smile. She yawned, and rubbed her eyes, turning away from the window. “What time is Anadolu Yakası Escort it?” I looked toward the clock in the kitchen.

“5:45,” I said.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to get to sleep with that racket,” she grumbled and pointed towards the birds. “I think I’ll take a shower.” She stood up, stretching, and padded towards the stairs. I sat there by the window, unsure of what to do. This was my first morning after. I thought for a moment about getting my clothes and leaving, but Anna’s head poked around the wall by the stairs.

“Hey, silly, I figured my tone of voice was enough of an invitation, but I guess not,” she giggled. “Why don’t you join me?” Her finger beckoned to me, and I felt myself being pulled towards her. A few confused moments later, Anna was in the shower and I was standing in front of the toilet. Once I was finished, I pulled back the curtain and put one foot inside. I saw the back of Anna’s body, her hair wet and sticking to her neck and shoulders, water cascading down her back, between the cheeks of her butt and down her legs. I was lingering under the affects of my typical morning erection, but the sight only reinforced the blood flow.

She turned towards me slowly, the more voluptuous parts of her body coming into view, and for a moment I lost my breath. There was an expectant look on her face, but what she was expecting, I wasn’t sure.

She was holding a bar of soap in her hand, slowly moving them, creating a wealth of lather. She moved close to me and started washing my neck, then my shoulders. Her hands made slow, small circles over my skin, her breasts just barely touching my chest, her eyes fixed on the area of my body she was washing. I tried to control my arousal, but with all that amazing stimulation, I couldn’t, and I felt the head start to press up against her belly. She merely sighed, and gently slid her fingers down and around my arms. I watched her face, every moment that she was close to me, a slight smile on her lips, seemingly enjoy her task. She spent a lot of time of time on my torso, murmuring to herself as she went, but not saying anything I could understand. As she crept closer to my crotch, my breathing became a little desperate, not wanting her to touch there yet, because it would be an instant orgasm. Just as she came to my hair, she stood, and motioned me to turn around.

I couldn’t see what she was doing, only feeling her soapy hands as they traveled slowly, from my shoulders, to my back, to my butt, to my legs. I thought our lovemaking the previous evening was the most erotic thing I had ever done, but this had quickly replaced it. I was so completely aroused, ready to burst, and she hadn’t even gone close to my penis. Something else caught my attention, a strange sound I couldn’t place at first. I looked to find the source of it, and it was behind me. When I turned, I understood. Anna was humming to herself, a light melody. It was incredibly cute and romantic. She gave me a half-chiding look for interrupting her washing, but I was overcome, and I took her up into my arms.

She playfully patted me, but didn’t stop me. When I kissed her lips her body melted into me, her arms Üsküdar Escort encircling me and holding tight. I barely thought of the danger of slipping on the wet shower floor, so filled I was with passion at that moment. For the second time in twenty-four hours, Anna’s legs were wrapped around me, her feet off the floor, her body begging for me to enter her. As I moved us closer to the wall of the shower, I felt her pull her body up, position herself perfectly for me. As her back touched the shimmering wall, she said,

“Take me, Sean.”

I thought of everything except for sex at that point, not wanted to end our coupling too early. Entering her was just as wonderful as the night before, but the situation, the water splashing our sides, Anna’s slippery hands moving up and down my back, added so much to the experience. As I hit home, and our torsos touched, I helped Anna to me, out of a singular need to make her part of me.

We moved slowly, trying to blind our minds to raw passion, although after a few moments, all free thought was gone, and I felt her hips moving back against mine with startling pace and strength. Her moaning in my ear was shaking me so much that I thought I would fall and hurt both of us.

I tried to move my hips slowly, but Anna’s body was so insistent that I couldn’t hold back and I felt myself pounding her. We became animals, our grunting becoming louder than the shower itself. The raw intensity and sensation drove me over the edge very quickly. My orgasm was strong, and I was consumed by it, only after I felt the water on my body again did I notice Anna slumped in my arms, totally spent. I slowly lowered her back to her feet, my penis slipping out of her. She was breathing heavily, part from our love-making and part from being under the hot water for so long. I let the water rise us quickly, then I carried her out of the shower, and resting her on the toilet, dripping. I shut off the shower then grabbed a towel. She was slumped over, but there was a soft smile on her face.

I learned that morning that there is nothing more sensual and arousing as the wet skin of a woman’s body pressed up against you, eagerly awaiting the ecstasy of an orgasm. I also learned that it very, very difficult to leave someone so soon after love- making. It was already late in the morning when we finally were clothed and sitting at the breakfast table, drinking coffee and eating bagels. We were talking quietly, but not saying much at all. I knew I had to get home, already risking punishment from my parents for being out all night. We had a long embrace, and long soft kisses before I left.

As I drove home, the spring sun warm on my face, the world seemed different. There was so much to think about, and to talk about with Anna, now that there was an unbreakable bond between us, but we agreed to leave that for another day. Sitting next to me, in the passenger seat was a brand new journal, something Anna had handed to me before walking out her door. She told me that she wanted it to be for stories, poems, anything that I wrote for her. Those works didn’t have to be about her per se, but if I had her in mind in some way, they would go in that book. She said she had a similar journal for her thoughts about me.

As I pulled up to my parents’ house, I sat for a moment and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander. After opening my eyes again, I headed straight inside for a pen, ready to use the first page of my new journal.

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