The Tutor Ch. 03

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James arrives home after the sun has set. He steps out of his SUV and turns toward the house behind him. He sees the light on in Melanie’s bedroom. The blinds are closed. He sees a shadow near the window and watches for a second. The shadow figure leans toward the blinds and he sees Melanie peak between the blinds. He smiles and waves up at the window before turning and making his way inside his house.

It has been four days since Melanie last visited. Each day he wakes wondering if she will visit him this day. Thoughts of her have filled his thoughts every free moment he has. At work, in between calls, images of her body slip into his head, and at night, visions of her play in his mind when his head hits the pillow.

James makes himself a quick bite to eat and watches television until his eyes become heavy. He turns off the television and prepares to call it a night. Just as he starts to walk through the living room toward his bedroom, he hears a knock on the door. He walks to the front door and looks through the peep hole to see Melanie looking back and forth between her house and his front door.

James unlocks the door and opens it. Melanie quickly rushes inside, pushing the door closed behind her. He sees she is wearing a pair of pink sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a kitten on the front of it. She turns and smiles at him.

James asks her, “To what do I have the pleasure of this visit so late at night?”

Melanie continues to smile as she responds, “I wanted to see you.”

Knowing she has school early in the morning, he questions her decision. “Your parents didn’t have a problem with you coming over here so late at night? I would think they would question that.”

“They don’t know. I snuck out of my window and climbed down. I am old enough that I could have left through the front door if I wanted to, but I wanted to avoid their questions.” she answered.

Melanie takes a seat on his couch and looks him up and down. James’ eyes follow her eyes. “What did you want to see me about tonight?”

Licking her lips, Melanie answeres coyly. “You know why I am here. I was thinking about you tonight and had to see you. I want to experiment tonight.”

He sits down next to her. “We both have to get up early in the morning and it is getting late. Maybe we should do this another day.”

She shakes her head back and forth then leans into him and places her right hand on his upper thigh. Her hand starts making strokes up and down. “I don’t think I can wait. Are you saying you don’t want to have some fun with me?”

He can feel his temperature rising as her hand softly strokes his leg. “I didn’t say that.”

Melanie adjusts her body and sits on his lap, facing him. Her hands wrap around his neck. Their lips meet and she forcefully kisses him. She unbuttons the top three buttons of his dress shirt and runs her hands over his chest. Her body is revved up and wanting to enjoy the pleasures Maltepe Escort he gives her. She lets her right hand slide down past his stomach to his crotch. She softly massages him through his pants. She feels James smile as her hand strokes his growing length.

“Let’s go to your room.” She says as she slides off his lap and takes him by the hand.

James leads her to his bedroom, turning the living room light off along the way. They fumble through the darkness until they find the bed. Melanie rolls on top of him and returns to making out with him. She can feel his hips pressing against her legs that rest on the outside of his legs. She pushes her hips against him in response. Ready to get things started, she slides beside him and begins to undo his pants, sliding the pants and boxers off his legs.

A friend at school told her about a scene she saw on a porn video and Melanie wants to try it out with him. She wraps her hand around his penis and strokes it until his penis becomes hard. Her friend had told her that she needed to get his juices flowing before restricting his juices. She moves between his legs and spreads them wide. Her fingers gently massage his testicles.

“Do you like that?” she asks softly.

“Yes. That feels really good.” he replies.

“Should I grip them softer? Harder?” she inquires.

“No. How you are doing it right now is just fine.”

She continues to fondle his balls while leaning in and putting her lips around the tip of his penis. She softly sucks on his meat, bobbing her head slightly. He releases a soft moan which excites her. She continues her efforts for a minute before moving up to her knees and sitting up straight. James looks into the darkness to see what she is doing. His eyes have adjusted enough that he can faintly see her as she reaches up and pulls her hair out of her ponytail. His eyes drift down to see her hard nipples are pressing through her shirt.

Melanie lays back down between his legs and strokes his hard penis and balls for a few seconds before sliding her hair tie off her left wrist and sliding it over his ball sack. James springs up to a sitting position and looks at her with a concerned look on his face.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a worried tone in his voice.

Melanie looks up at him with a reassuring smile and says, “Lie back down. I am not going to hurt you. My friend told me about this trick and I want to try it. You will like it, I promise.”

When James falls back to his pillow, she wraps her hair tie around his balls three times as if she is putting her hair up. Her friend had told her this would restrict him from being able to come and when she released his balls, he would have a fantastic orgasm. She returns her lips and hand to his swollen penis. She bobs her head up and down the way he had previously told her he liked it. She can feel his penis growing longer and harder as she pleases Anadolu Yakası Escort him. His grunts and groans let her know he is enjoying her work.

After five minutes, Stacy rolls over next to him and gives him a quick peck on the lips. He grabs her face and pulls it back to him, passionately kissing her. She can tell he is very aroused and it pleases her. Now it is his turn to please her. She quickly undresses and straddles his body, hovering over his stomach. James raises his hands and starts to fondle her breasts. She arches her chest forward while reaching back with her right hand. She strokes him while grinding her hips against his stomach. Her clit is swollen and aching. The pressure against his stomach is turning her on even more.

“I want you to lick me and make me feel good.” she says, moving her body toward his face.

James looks up to see her vagina hovering a few inches from his mouth. He wraps his hands around her legs and takes two hands full of ass. Her hips slowly lower until her swollen lips touch his extended tongue. She moans softly when his tongue spreads her outer lips and slides slightly inside her vagina.

“Show me how to move my hips.” she says shyly.

James pushes her hips back and forth slowly as he slides his tongue up and down her folds. He feels her hips lock when his tongue comes in contact with her clit. She moans loud. He watches her reach back and begin stroking him feverishly as he continues to rock her hips over his tongue.

His hot penis feels great in her hand as she strokes him. His wet tongue is working magic on her vagina. She can feel an orgasm build in the pit of her stomach. Sweat begins to bead on her skin. She learns the rhythm and rolls her hips, grinding against his face, moaning each time the length of his tongue slides over her aching clit.

He can taste her juices begin to flow. Her juices glaze his mouth and the tip of his nose. He can feel his testicles ache as they yearn for release as she feverishly strokes him. His hips are bouncing off the bed with the rhythm of her stroking fingers.

Waves of pleasure start to flow through her body like waves crashing to the shoreline. Melanie can no longer focus on his penis, concentrating on her own pleasure. She can feel sweat running down her chest and stomach. She grinds her crotch forcefully against his face, trying to get as much pleasure as she can receive from his tongue. She leans forward and puts her hands against the wall in front of her. She feels his hands move from her hips to her breasts, squeezing them. Her moans are coming one after another.

“Oh God. Make me come. Make me come.” She exclaims between gasps of air.

She can feel her legs starting to become week. Her body begins to shudder. Her hip muscles are tiring so she pauses a few seconds and lets his tongue do the work. He buries his tongue deep inside her. Yearning for his tongue to return İstanbul Escort to her clit, she moves her hips back a few inches. His tongue swirls around her clit, sending her into convulsions. Her hips lock as her juices begin to gush onto his face.

“Yesssssss. Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”, she commands.

Her clit becomes very sensitive so she begins rocking her hips against his face once again. She can tell she is close to an orgasm. His tongue laps the insides of her labia lips connecting briefly with her aching clit as her hips roll. The next time his tongue touches her clit, her body starts to convulse. She feels a powerful orgasm wash over her body. She moans over and over as her muscles lock her into a frozen position.

“Stop! Stop!” she says gasping for air as his tongue continues to dance over her sensitive clit.

She falls backwards onto the bed and lies there gasping for air. Her arms feel like dead weight. She can hear her heavy breathing as she lies motionless, trying to regain strength. A soft smile washes over her face as she enjoys the joys of pleasure.

A few minutes later, she is able to lift her arms without them feeling like they have cement blocks on them. She reaches over and begins stroking James’ penis slowly. He grunts. Her strokes increase in speed after a few strokes. She rolls over and rests her arms between his legs. She puts her lips over his penis and begins deep throating him. She can feel his penis throb, tasting a little precum on her tongue.

His hips thrust up and down as she manipulates his swollen member. After a few minutes, he is moaning and groaning frequently. She is ready to release this testicles which she has taken hostage. She massages his testicles a few seconds with her left hand while she feverishly strokes the length of his penis with her right hand. She uses her left fingers to loosen the hair tie from his testicles. The moment she undoes the first of three strands of the hair tie, James releases a load moan that comes from deep inside his voice box.

Melanie feels his penis throb as a huge load of come spurts from his penis, landing on his chest. She continues to stroke him feverishly. She feels his body shudder as the orgasm flows through his body. His penis spurts a second time shooting more semen onto his chest and flowing over her fingers. She removes the hair tie from his ball sack. His built up semen continues to run down the base of his penis and flow over his fingers. She stops stroking him and wipes the warm semen off her fingers by running her fingers down his leg. She smiles as James lay on the bed panting with his eyes closed.

James testicles are aching and throbbing from being tied up and restricted. His penis is throbbing also from the tip all the way down to the lower base. That orgasm was one of the best he had experienced in a long time.

Melanie slides off the bed and washes her hands with soap and water in the bathroom sink then quickly dresses. She looks at the clock which reads 11:17. She is happy and satisfied with tonights visit and knows she needs to climb back up to her room quietly and get into bed.

“That was cool!” Melanie says to James before leaving the bedroom and exiting his house.

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The Trust Ch. 02

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First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I’ve said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that’s what you’re looking for, I’m sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if you haven’t read all previous chapters, I suggest you do so before proceeding.

If I haven’t already scared you off, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects reality and any similarities to it are coincidental. Enjoy.

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Chapter 02

From what Mason could see, Cambridge was a small community that had been swallowed by its bigger neighbor Boston, yet was fighting to retain its identity. Probably a fight it would have lost long ago if not for the fact that both Harvard and MIT found their home there. He quickly determined that he didn’t want to buy a house on the Boston side of the Charles River Basin and wasn’t sure he wanted to even live in Cambridge, it was all too crowded. For now, he had taken a room at the West Keaton hotel in Cambridge, they offered dining, a gym and free Wi-Fi, so he hadn’t bothered looking further.

He’d spent a good part of the first day talking to Brigid on the phone, missing her terribly. But she seemed so excited about everything for him, that he soon felt better himself. That is, until he went down to have dinner that evening. There is something depressing about walking into a crowded dining room alone and he almost turned around. If it hadn’t been for the hostess seating him, he would have.

She was a surprise. He didn’t think she was quite five foot tall even though she had three-inch pumps on, and had the figure of a skinny boy, but there was something alluring about her, something very gypsy like and fluid in her movement. He would bet she was a natural dancer. She had jet black shoulder length hair with a blood-red lock above her right eye and tiny hands with long blood-red nails. Her eyes were practically the same dark blue as his own.

Her name tag read Cybil, and Mason grinned. “Thank God that’s not spelled with an S.” He told her, pointing at it.

She looked down, seeming surprised that he was pointing at her nonexistent chest, before catching what he had said. “Don’t let that fool you,” she shot back, “it gets pretty crowded in here sometimes.” and she tapped her head with the menu she was carrying. Mason laughed and her face lit up with a million dollar smile.

“And here I was already thinking how cute you were,” he told her, “then you smile like that and put the word to shame.” That got him a blush and a pleased but slightly puzzled look.

She led him to a table off to one side and handed him the menu after he sat. “I’ll be twenty on my birthday in ten days.” She told him with a grin. And he blushed.

“I was that obvious?” he asked sheepishly.

“Not really, in fact you’re kind of fun. But it’s basically the first thing everybody thinks when they see me.” And though she looked cheerful, Mason detected a small forlorn note hidden in her voice.

“Actually, my first thought was what you might look like in a Sailor Moon outfit.” He told her with a grin, it was almost true, it had occurred to him.

She laughed, “Maybe I’ll wear mine to work one of these nights if you’re staying long.” and with a wink she almost skipped back to her post by the door. Mason didn’t even taste his burger, he couldn’t stop watching her.

For her part, Cybil was very confused by the whole thing. She’d long ago given up on guys and settled happily into playing with girls. She understood them better and found it easy to play the butch role in most instances. After all, though she was small, she was wiry and strong, and basically lacked most of the womanly attributes, like tits and hips. Usually she got hit on by drunks from the bar and old guys that wanted a child. Both disgusted her, but this guy was young and very good looking. And he was looking at her again. Where she would usually be creeped out by all the attention, she was surprised to feel what could only be those mythical butterflies in her stomach.

Mason spent the next few of days visiting realty offices, something he soon realized that he hated. With no luck finding anything he was interested in even looking at, and more than a little pissed that most of the agents wrote him off as soon as he walked through their door. He turned and left without a word once, when the looks were too blatant. It seemed like an exercise in finding what he didn’t want. He usually ended up working it off in the gym, running miles on the treadmill and using the free weights. He really missed the heavy bag from home. He talked to Brigid for an hour or so each morning, and thought it was funny that Marcus suddenly seemed to need her help with everything. They both knew it was his way of keeping her from missing Mason, and while Mason laughed about it, Brigid was getting frazzled and hoped Anadolu Yakası Escort he’d get bored with it soon.

In the evenings he went down and flirted with Cybil. He didn’t think too much about it, just that she was the only local person he had connected with. And he really liked her personality. He learned that she was in fact attending MIT, in their computer sciences program, and was working there over the break to keep her room in a walk-up close to the campus. On his fifth night there, he learned that she did indeed have a Sailor Moon outfit. Or more accurately, a blue and white Sailor Mercury outfit, and the skirt was definitely short. She was waiting for him in the lobby when he got off the elevator.

He couldn’t help feeling like he was leering as he approached her, but she had a smile on her face. “That’s Mercury right?”

“You really do know your Sailor Moon.” She grinned, doing a little twirl that showed she had matching blue panties on. It had taken her two days to track down the outfit, finally finding the Mercury one in the cosplay section at Leathers & Feathers, a local erotic exotic shop.

“I have to give any credit for that to my friend Marcus.” Mason admitted, “he has a very eclectic taste in shows. What’s up?” he asked, trying hard to will his cock back into hibernation.

“It’s my day off, and I and some of my friends are hitting the town. I’m here to drag you along, so no excuses, you’ve been cooped up in this old place long enough.” She looked so cute standing there with her hands on her hips giving him a stern eye, that Mason burst out laughing.

“I wouldn’t think of it,” he told her,” lead the way sailor.”

She let out a girlish squeak and pranced off towards the entrance. “Come on slow poke.” She called watching his reflection in the window. Mason had already decided days before that she wasn’t above using her youthful looks to her advantage, and he liked that. She ran to an old rusty fifties era Ford pickup in the parking lot and started fumbling in her clutch for her keys. Mason eyed it for a second then grinned.

“So you drive a stick?” he asked waving at it.

“When I can afford the gas,” she replied as her hand came out with the key. “it don’t look like much, but my dad got it for me from a buddy of his, so I’d have something if I needed it.” She sounded a little defensive, but Mason couldn’t decide if she were defending the truck or her father.

“He sounds like a good man.” He decided to go with, “but why don’t we take mine and you can drive, because I’m sick of this traffic.” and handing her his keys, he walked over to the Chevelle.

Cybil walked towards it almost reverently, reaching out to stroke it like a wild beast she wasn’t really sure it was safe to touch. “Really?” she finally asked, looking up at him in disbelief. He wasn’t even done nodding and she was wrapped around him, for a split second she was hugging him with arms around his neck and legs around his waist in a death grip. As it occurred to him that he ought to be enjoying it, she was down and running around the car, giggling.

Mason was relieved to note that she handled the six speed manual well and that she seemed to be a cautious driver. He was also glad the Chevelle had bucket seats when she slid her’s so far forward he’d have had to sit sideways to keep his knees off the dash.

He normally wouldn’t have considered letting someone else drive his car, but after days of crazy traffic and the seemingly aimless road layout of the area, he just didn’t want to think about it. That morning alone, he had spent hours more or less lost, trying to find some of the more interesting properties being offered in the local paper. Only to discover that the ads were either misleading or that he didn’t like the locations. Besides, she knew where they were going. “Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re meeting my friends Ardella and Katey at Angelique’s Pizza for dinner, you’ll love it. They have the best pizza around here.” She replied as she turned towards Kendall Square. “Ardella is a few years older than us, but a lot of fun. You should ask her about housing, she knows more about that stuff than anyone else I’ve ever met. Katey is a couple of months older than me, and our resident foodie. Don’t get her started talking recipes.”

“Isn’t it kind of dangerous to meet her in a restaurant then?”

“You might have a point.” She laughed, “But never turn down a meal if she offers, the girl has serious skills in the kitchen. Unfortunately, she has a terrible track record with guys, the girl is like a scrub magnet.”

“Scrub?” Mason raised an eyebrow, “Does that mean we will have the honor of her present one?”

“No, I believe she’s between right now. But don’t be surprised if one comes sniffing around her before the nights over.” And she shook her head in resignation.

Katey turned out to be a mousey blonde, with shy green eyes. Mason found her funny but sad. She kind of percolated, getting excited and lighting up, only to look around like she had done something wrong and fold back in on herself until something Kurtköy Escort else was said that set her off again. Usually something about food. He couldn’t really judge her figure, because she swam in the clothes she had on, but he thought she would be very pretty if someone got her to open up.

She was in her second year at MIT, and was studying languages and global studies. Mason just shook his head when Cybil told him she was learning German, Russian and Portuguese all at the same time.

Ardella was something else all together. Six foot tall and model thin, she was an elegant articulate black woman. Mason couldn’t imagine a situation that she wouldn’t stand out in. She might even be a match for Allan he thought. She was twenty-seven and working towards her PhD in Building Technology, and was Cybil’s resident adviser as well as her friend. Mason was just a little intimidated by her, impressed that she already had an MBA in architecture.

Mason could tell right away that Cybil was the catalyst for this threesome, she seemed to orchestrate the evening’s conversations, drawing Katey out of her shell and doing little mischievous things that Mason barely noticed, but made Ardella swat at her and kept her grinning. It was fun to watch but Mason wondered if he would ever be privileged to the inside jokes the two obviously shared.

They all three dug into the pizza when it came, moaning like it was ambrosia, Katey even came alive and did a kind of inventory of the toppings and what she thought was in the sauce. Mason thought it was okay, it had a rosemary sauce on it and goat cheese, but really, he was more of a pepperoni kind of guy. It was still the best meal he’d had all week and washed down with a Guinness left him satisfied. Mason wasn’t much of a drinker, being only eighteen, but Marcus had taught him that a good Irish stout and pizza just went together. And with his size, he hadn’t been carded yet on the few occasions he had one. About the time they were dusting off the last pieces, Cybil started teasing Ardella about Mason’s name. Which seemed to open up Ardella’s favorite subject. A place called Mason Hall.

Most people assumed it had something to do with the Masonic Order, but it was actually named for Everett Mason, who built it to try and lure away the membership of a club in England that had ousted him. He squandered his portion of the family fortune on the building but ran out of funds before much was done to the interior. Unfortunately for him, he had no temperament for business, something his father knew well, and since the old man didn’t approve of the project he refused to put more money into it. And after failing repeatedly to borrow funds to finish the hall, Everett settled into the one semi-finished suite and lived out his final years, stubbornly refusing to return to England.

Everett died of cancer in a hospice after almost fifteen years of solitude, in nineteen seventy-six. And it seems that his father paid the taxes on the building out of guilt until he also passed away around the turn of the century. In two thousand five, the department of revenue for Massachusetts seized it for taxes. Though it failed to go to auction because the historic society took an interest in it and tied it up in court for three years.

The court decreed that though the building had an interesting story, being unfinished, it didn’t merit full historic preservation. The society won only one concession, the exterior of the building was to conform to the original design in perpetuity. So it languished in government hands to that day. Ardella was using it in her thesis project for her PHD.

Mason was intrigued by the story, probably as much to do with it sharing his name and the enthusiasm Ardella told it with as anything. “Why hasn’t anyone done anything with it?” he asked.

“That’s part of my thesis, bringing a 20th century brick and stone building into the 21st century.” She began, “Many laws and regulations have changed since the original plans for the hall were made, and with the court ruling, bringing the building up to today’s codes is a bit challenging. Fortunately, the original architect had a good understanding of seismic issues for his time, placing steel reinforcement and connections throughout his design. If he hadn’t, doing anything with the building under the court restrictions would be almost impossible.” She paused, shaking her head and shrugging as she considered it for a second.

“While it’s a great subject for me, and I’d love the chance to do the work with the actual building. It would probably take about three million to get the title and land, I haven’t got that figure with me.” She went on. ” And at least that much more to finish the building. Couple that with the fact that the court has already ruled it can’t be torn down and fear that future court complications might arise, and nobody has stepped forward that was both interested and affluent enough to do it. It’s really just that simple.”

“How about if I hired you?” Mason asked, only half kidding.

“Yeah right.” Ardella laughed, and grabbed a pizza Pendik Escort crust off Cybil’s plate.

Mason liked Ardella, but after the way he had been getting treated by realtors all week he was getting a little tired of people being so dismissive of him. “Seriously Ardella,” he said, no longer grinning. “through no fault of my own, what you’ve just described wouldn’t even dent my wallet. And I’ve been looking for something to buy in this area all week. Obviously I’d want to see the place and have you go over the plans you’ve made with my business manager, but if your plan is viable and I like what I see, we might be doing this.”

Cybil was staring at him like he’d grown horns or a halo, while Katey muttered something in Russian that sounded like an expletive, and was doing her best to disappear into thin air. Ardella was swinging her gaze back and forth from Mason to Cybil like she didn’t know whom to ask her questions to. “You’re not shit’n me?” she finally asked Mason, her expression hopeful yet suspicious.

Mason got his wallet out and laid his black BNY Mellon card on the table. “This is like the Black Amex that Jerry Seinfeld was famous for carrying,” he began, “while it isn’t limitless, it might as well be.”

“Well shit.” Cybil sighed,” I think you can get the check then.” And Mason started laughing.

Ardella picked up the card and stared at it, a slow smile spreading across her beautiful face. “You’re serious?”

“I’m serious about looking at it.” He told her. “It’ll be up to you to convince me. If I like what I see, and your plan is sound, we could very well be doing it.”

***

Cybil was silent as she drove them back to the hotel, not talking until after she parked and turned off the engine.”You know, after you let me drive this beauty, I was thinking all night about fucking you in the back seat. But now that you went and told us you were Batman, I don’t want it to look like that’s why.”

Mason’s jeans were suddenly very uncomfortable. “Okay.” He blurted. and she giggled.

“Okay? That’s all you have to say?”

Wordlessly, he scooped her up and tossed her in the back, climbing after her and her blue Mercury skirt. Her gale of laughter singing in his ears. She was in his arms as soon as he settled to the seat, her body surprisingly solid. But her lips soft and hungry against his. He had one fleeting guilty thought about Brigid, but then Cybil was straddling him and grinding her panty covered crotch on top of his stiff denim clad cock. And he let it go. Hadn’t she made him promise to live?

His hands went to her ass and he helped her grind against him, moaning around her tongue in his mouth as they sparred. But he soon wanted out, needed to get it out of the tight jeans, so he pushed her hips back and reached for his zipper. “Let me,” She told him, pushing his hands aside as she slid to the floor, her having moved the seat so far forward giving her lots of room.

He watched as she drew the zipper down, her hands actually shaking, and lifted his ass so she could pull his jeans down his legs. The bulge of his cock in his white BVDs was obscene, and she just sat there staring at it for a time.

“You know, if I get that out, when I get it out, it will be the first time I’ve ever touched a real cock?” almost like she was talking to herself. “Oh, don’t worry that I’m a virgin or anything like that, I’ve had more things up my cooch than even I can remember. Just never a real one of these.” As she ran her fingers along his bulge, ” It’s funny, I’d kind of given up on the idea of ever doing this, just never liked a guy that liked me I guess, so I turned to women, and I learned how to drive them wild..” Mason could believe that, she was driving him wild right then. Her fingers exploring him but only over the cloth of his BVDs. “This looks like a nice cock.” She concluded as she finally took hold of his shorts and pulled them back to let it out.

If Mason hadn’t spent his time with Brigid, he was sure he would have erupted the moment her tiny hand tried to encircle him and failed. With a look of wonder she used both hands to slowly stroke and explore it. “It’s so different,” she muttered, “all that false advertising, I should take my whole collection back and picket the store.”

Mason moaned and she looked up at him, almost like she just remembered he was there and attached to her plaything. “You like that?” she grinned, slowly jacking him.

“God Cybil, you’re driving me nuts.” He admitted and moaned again when she leaned in and licked his cock from the balls up. “Please?” he begged shamelessly. Then sagged back against the seat as she began worshiping his cock.

She laved it with her tongue, gripping it tightly just below the head with both hands. “Speaking of nuts..,” she muttered as she moved down to them, taking first one then the other into her mouth to roll it around. For someone who claimed to have no experience with a real cock, she built him up and kept him hovering close to the edge for quite a while. Enjoying the feel of him and quickly realizing that she needed to back off when she felt him swell and get even stiffer. She toyed with him, mouthing the head of his cock only, denying him release time and again like a cat playing with a mouse. Taking her time, but she finally gave in to her own desire and took more of him.

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The Trip Worthwhile

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Amelia was running late, as usual. She had hoped that things would have gone right this time. Instead, she was caught by a train – a long train – and then an accident that nobody was hurt, but which stopped traffic for almost thirty minutes while they cleared the road. She sat at the last red light and pondered why her luck was so shoddy when it came to being on time for anything. Even as a newborn, she was 2 weeks overdue and her mother had had to be induced into labor. Shaking her head, she mused that if she had been on time, the rest of her life would be on time as well.

She pulled into the parking lot and her stomach lurched. Her nerves would have been bad enough had she been on time, but to be this late made it even worse. If he was still here, she thought, he will be very upset. She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror one last time before getting out to face her date.

They had met on the internet in a chat room. Amelia loved chatting with him, and when he announced that he was going to be flying in to her hometown, she jumped at the chance to meet him in person. Brantly Miles Hughton. A powerful name. A name to be reckoned with. Amelia shuddered and thought of the tongue lashing she was going to get when she reached the terminal.

She walked into the airport’s grand lobby and scanned the arrival times and noted that his flight was on time, and in gate 38E. She headed to that gate hoping that Brantly was still in that area. She was about 20 minutes late, but when one waits by oneself, that is a long time. Especially if it is for a ride.

He watched the entrance for signs of his late date. He amused himself with people watching until she arrived. As soon as she entered the terminal area he studied her. She looked very nervous and frustrated. He smiled to himself.

She wore a white blouse with a lacy camisole under it. Her shapely hips and thighs, slightly larger than the national average, were encased in a sleek mini skirt that hugged her thighs sensuously. Her hips swayed naturally and he felt a stirring in his loins. He crossed his legs and continued to watch her. Her feet were confined in pretty albeit painful looking leather pumps that added about three inches to her overall five foot four inch height.

She looked his direction and he smiled at her. Amelia’s faced flashed recognition and she glided to him. Brant stood and she had to look up to see him. His height was much larger at six feet five inches. Amelia immediately noted his broad shoulders and his dimples. A dirty thought ran through her mind; and as she quenched the thought, her cheeks blushed slightly. She smiled at him.

“I am so sorry that I am late. I even left an hour early to make sure I got here in time.” Then almost as if to herself she added. “If only I hadn’t been caught by that train.” She sighed.

“It’s quite all right, it actually gave me time to get my bearings before I saw you. You look lovely, by the way.” He smiled his million dollar smile at her, and she visibly relaxed.

“Have you gotten your luggage out of claims yet?”

“Yes, it is over there.” Brant pointed to a small pile of suitcases and bags. “I didn’t want to have anyone trip over them where I was sitting, so I put them over by the wall.” They walked over to the luggage and began to grab various items to carry.

Each time she bent over to pick up an item, he caught a glance of a valley as her blouse fell forward. He felt a stirring again and wondered how on earth she could do that to him. They walked to her car and she opened the trunk to store his things and as he loaded the trunk, she unlocked the car and started it up.

He finished packing the trunk and walked to the passenger side of the car in time to see a flash of bare thigh, bare above the thigh high stockings. He smiled at the sight before opening the door and sitting down. Since the car had bucket seats, he was able to push the seat all the way back and be comfortable for a change.

“Where do you want to go first?” Amelia asked Brantly, as much to hear his sexy voice again as to know the answer to the question.

“How about dinner? I am famished, and the airline food wasn’t very filling. Where would you suggest?”

“What are you in the mood for? American, Italian, German, French, Greek, Chinese or perhaps Japanese?”

“Mmmmm. They all sound good. What about Mexican, though? Other than Taco Bell, of course.”

“We have a Chi Chi’s or a Don Pablo’s. Both have pretty good food, the prices are comparable, but one is further away. It depends on how hungry you are. I prefer the atmosphere in Don Pablo’s. to Chi Chi’s, but Chi Chi’s is closer by about half an hour. Up to you though.” Amelia turned onto the highway that would lead to either restaurant.

“Well, how about taking the extra half hour and going to the better ambiance? We can talk and be better acquainted when we get there, then.”

“Fine with me. Or if you want, you can get some rest so that you aren’t beat Ataşehir Escort tonight. We can talk over dinner, silence doesn’t bother me like some women.”

“Well, if you put it that way, I think I might take a short nap. How long will it take to get there?”

“Well, from where we are now, it will take about forty minutes. Plenty of time for a short nap. I will wake you when we get close. You can use one of the little pillows in the back seat and recline the seat to get more comfortable. I have a blanket in the trunk if that will help too.”

“Thank you, but I think that I will be warm enough.” Brantly laid back and immediately went to sleep. He had a soft snore that Amelia found charming.

She turned on the CD player and heard Debussy’s Claire de Lune mark the time go by. As song came and went, so did the miles. She gently woke him to tell him that they would be there in less than ten minutes. She wanted to give him time to wake up before pulling into the parking lot. He stretched and seemed a bit more rested, and she was glad that he slept.

She took her time in appraising the man in the seat next to her. He was tall, but not too thin. He seemed to have a soft, rather than hard, belly. He also had love handles, she thought. His legs were long and even through his slacks she could tell that they were muscular. His legs weren’t what had held her attention though.

She had stolen many glances at his crotch area. He seemed to have it all. broad build, strength, handsome looks and a sizable package. She giggled at the thought and wondered if he could tell what she was thinking about. She pulled into the lot and regretfully she turned off the engine, which cut off her favorite song on the CD; Humoresque by Dvorak.

They walked hand in hand into the restaurant, it felt natural to do so. He told them the name and asked for a table for two. They were told it would be about a fifteen minute wait, but they were welcome to use the bar facilities as they waited. They sat at a table in the bar and ordered margaritas, he ordered regular and she ordered strawberry. They chit chatted as they waited for their table, and by the time they were seated at their dinner table, they felt very comfortable with one another.

Amelia always got the same thing when eating Mexican and didn’t bother to look at the menu. She instead ate her share of the chips and salsa that was brought to the table as Brantly decided on his fare. She finished her margarita and decided that she had had enough alcohol for the evening as she was going to be driving.

When the waiter had gone with their order Brantly looked over at Amelia and thought of how beautiful she was. He told her so. She blushed and fidgeted with her collar and he laughed.

“I have never seen anyone react to a compliment like that.”

“I have never received a compliment like that, so I didn’t know how to react. Most people would think that I am too chubby or something. At least my ex-husband did. He told me that every chance that he got. But I am glad that you said that.” She flushed again and he wondered what kind of a man would tell his wife the things that hers had told her.

“Well, he was wrong. Most men do not like skin and bones on a woman. We like curves and softness. Your ex husband was an ass. He knew that he could hurt you by saying that, so he did.” He reached for her hand and she didn’t pull away. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She had a gorgeous smile and Brantly couldn’t understand how anyone would want to make that smile go away. He sighed as the food arrived.

They ate and talked. Talked and ate. He drank another margarita and then went to iced tea as she had done. They both liked it the same way. Plain. No lemon, no sugar. He picked up the check when they were through and they slid into the car again. They couldn’t finish their meals, so he carried the boxes with her chicken enchiladas supremas and his tex mex meal.

As she drove to her apartment, she felt very nervous for some reason. Then it hit her. A man was going to sleep in her place for the first time since she had divorced her husband three years ago. She didn’t know what to expect. He sensed her tense up and he realized that she was nervous because of him.

They carried his bags up the steps tot he third floor, and he took the keys from her shaky hands and unlocked the door. She stepped in and turned on the light. Her spacious apartment was a reflection of her eclectic tastes. Her large print sofa bed had home made afghans on it, the colors complimenting the sofa. The walls were covered in pictures of many kinds; photos, craft items, even paintings. He liked the overall effect. She knew how to decorate a room to pull everything together. The groupings on walls were deliberate.

She put his bags into her bedroom as he looked around. She went into the kitchen and asked if he wanted coffee. He said yes. She boiled the water and took two bags from the box. She didn’t drink Acıbadem Escort coffee often, and the coffee bags, just like the steeping bags for tea came in handy. Soon they were sitting comfortably on the couch drinking their coffee and enjoying the silence.

Amelia had changed into a more comfortable outfit of sweatshirt and sweatpants. Even though it was oversized, it was obvious that she was well endowed, as if he hadn’t noticed that in the airport. Brantly noticed that there was no bra strap line on her shirt. Her breasts were moving freely under her shirt.

The thought turned him on and he looked intently at her. She looked back with the same intensity. Her nipples hardened. His pants got tight in the groin area. He moved slightly to allow more room for his penis to grow. Suddenly he cupped her chin and placed his lips on hers. She opened her mouth immediately and responded well. Her tongue intertwined with his and she put the cup down without looking. It was on the edge of the table.

Brant leaned forward and she leaned back. Soon he was laying on top of her and she felt his arousal and shivered. She knew that he wanted her. She wanted him. His mouth played with hers and her hands found their way under his shirt. His chest hairs tickled her finger tips as she became familiar with his body.

Amelia moaned and arched her back as his tongue ran its course down her neck and to her earlobe. He sucked on her earlobe and she felt her stomach quiver and her panties get drenched. She was especially sensitive on her ears.

His hands slid under her shirt and her skin felt soft and smooth. As he trailed his fingers over her skin, he felt the emerging goosebumps. Suddenly she sat up and when she did, she knocked the coffee cup and it spilled, getting both the table and her shirt wet.

“Oops. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” She grabbed a towel and began to clean up the table. When she was done, she noticed how wet and cold her side felt. She groaned at the thought of the sight she must make to him. Super casual clothes soaked in coffee and her bent over cleaning up a mess. Not very romantic.

“Here, let me help you with that” Brantly commanded more than asked. “Lift your arms.” She easily complied.

He lifted the offending garment off of her and she blushed as her breasts were bared to his eyes. She self consciously covered herself, and he grabbed her arms and gently pulled them to her sides.

“You are beautiful, Amelia. Just beautiful.” His voice was husky with need.

Amelia looked up at him and smiled.

“You know why I sat up like that?”

“No. Did I hurt or offend you?” His stomach lurched as he voiced his fears.

“No, it didn’t feel right.” Brant’s heart sank. “It just didn’t seem right to be in the living room and not in my bed”

Brant responded by picking her up and carrying her to her bedroom. He didn’t notice anything but the huge bed. He headed straight for it. He gently laid her down and laid next to her. She pulled his mouth to hers and suddenly she wasn’t close enough to him.

He helped her take off his shirt and she undid his trousers, had trouble pulling them off of his stiff cock. His boxers making a decisive tent when no longer constrained by the outer apparel. Meanwhile, he slid her sweatpants off of her to reveal a thong. No wonder he didn’t see or feel panties under the thin garment. He rolled on top of her and she lifted her hips to allow him to pull off her only remaining article of clothing.

He stood up and she sat on the edge of the bed. She grabbed his hips and began licking his cock through his silk boxers. He loved it. Her mouth was hot and wet around his stiff member. He threw his head back and groaned his satisfaction as his clothed penis slid down her throat. The sensation was unbelievable as he felt his balls tighten in warning of the impending explosion. She felt them tighten and switched what she was doing to prevent him from cumming.

She heard him groan and looked up at him. She giggled and released his cock so that she could pull down his last remaining article of clothing. He stepped out of them, standing nude before her. She grinned and slurped his cock back into her mouth and his cock got even harder. He could feel the individual taste buds on her tongue as they scraped his cock, up and down, around, swirling the head of his cock then going back down.

He pulled out of her mouth with an audible pop and threw her back on the bed. He spread her thighs and began to lick her thighs. He moved closer and closer to her core, and he could feel the heat emanating from her as well as smell her musky scent. He almost came then, but he held back.

She felt him slide a finger up and down her slit and then enter her. She bucked and he felt around in her pussy for the one spot that would drive her wild. He found it and slid a second finger in. She was tight, and hot, and very wet. He slid his tongue of her engorged clit and she İstanbul Escort cried out as her first orgasm ever hit her. She bucked and thrashed and moaned and screamed as his tongue continued the assault on her throbbing clit and spasming canal.

She finally lay still as he gently stroked her clit. He stretched himself above her and she parted her thighs to allow him to enter her unimpeded. He slid right in.

“Oh my God, you are so tight! Unngh.” He groaned as he fought his way into her body. She used her muscles to pull him into her, and she felt him hit her cervix. She wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his love handles to pull him closer. He bent down to lick and suck on a nipple, teasing it to a puckered point.

Suddenly she was on top and he was still inside her. Amelia leaned forward and grabbed her headboard to help her thrust better, and he sucked in a nipple and nibbled on it as it hung in front of his face. She gyrated her hips in circles and side to side as well as up and down. Brantly grabbed her hip and a breast to pinch her nipple as he tried to control her cadence. He felt like he was going to explode.

Suddenly she came again and she wildly fucked him until she felt him cumming inside her and he arched his back as the spasms wracked his body. He quivered under her she collapsed on his chest. She gently ran her fingers over his nipples and he shuddered at the intensity of his orgasm.

They fell asleep like that.

Brantly woke up to find himself alone in the bed and he hoped that she was not having second thoughts about the passion they shared, unless it was like the ones he was having, reminiscing about it. He heard sounds in what he thought was her bathroom, and he walked nude to the door.

“Hi.” She jumped at his voice.

“Oh, hi. You scared me, I thought you were still sleeping.” She was hiding something behind her back, which thrust her nude breasts out, to his pleasure.

“Oh, no. What do you have?”

“I was going to surprise you, and if you get back into bed, we have another five hours in which to do some really fun things to each other.” She paused, looked at him questioningly. “That is, if you want to.” It was more of a question than a statement.

“Honey, I would do anything for you or to you. Just look at what the sight of you does to me.” He looked down at his renewed erection. “Let me go to the bathroom, and I will meet you in bed, ok?”

“All right.” She looked down and couldn’t believe that he was hard so fast after their previous efforts. Was it only an hour ago that she was screaming in pleasure? It seemed like it was just minutes ago, if she consulted the ache in her thighs. But she loved that feeling. She scampered into the bed.

Amelia was sucking on an altoid when he came back, and he could smell the minty scent from next to her, he wasn’t even that close yet! She smiled at him and slid down his body to his hardening cock, and she licked the tip. He gasped, the altoid made his penis seem more tingly.

“Oh yeah, baby. That feels good. Don’t stop, roll my balls. Ahhhhhhh. Oh my God, your tongue feels great on my balls. What is in your mouth? This feels great!”

“An Altoid. I take it you like it?”

“Oh hell yeah! Does it work for women?”

“I don’t know. Jack never did it to me. You are the first to ever lick me there.” She went back to sucking and licking. Suddenly he lifted her up and turned her around. She never let go of his cock, it stayed in her mouth. But he began to lick her cunt again.

“Where…are the…Altoids?” Brant asked between slurps.

“In the top drawer of the nightstand.” She went back to happily sucking his cock. It was the most perfect thing to her. Hard and veiny, hot and tasty. Suddenly her vagina began to tingle as he licked her with one in his mouth as well.

“Oh my God! Oh yes!! This is what it does to a man? Oh yeah! Mmmmmmmm aaaaaarrghhhhhhh!”

Amelia couldn’t hold back. She had only used the altoids to mask the taste of the cum. She never realized that it felt so cool and tingly where she licked. Now she understood why she was allowed to use it so often.

Amelia felt her third orgasm ever hit her wave after wave just as Brantly bucked his hips into her face and she felt the slimy cum slide down her throat. She moaned her pleasure around his pulsating cock even as she swallowed. He never lost his hardon, and when she quit cumming, she turned around and settled her hips on his, and she guided him into her. She used her muscles and gripped him as she fucked him hard.

“Oh yes! That is fantastic! Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard!”

Amelia did as she was told, her thighs slapping his with each thrust. He reached up and grabbed her breasts, kneading them, pinching her sensitive erect nipples. They rolled over and he was on top, thrusting with all his might into her. He could feel his orgasm building up and he thrust in one last time and held himself there as he felt her pussy milking his sperm out of his cock.

“Oh thank you! Thank you Brantly. I have never experienced anything like this before.”

Gasping for breath, he looked at her with a questioning look.

“Never?”

“Nope, never. I have never cum before. I did tonight 4 times.”

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The Treasure of Krystal

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My friend Joey has a girlfriend named Krystal who is a stone cold fox. She has long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, kissable lips, and an angelic voice. She also has long legs, perfect round tits and a cute little ass. Krystal also dressed to show off her best features. Being that she was Joey’s girlfriend, I got to see her a lot. She knows I like her and she kind of likes me. Krystal and I flirt a little but it’s friendly because she and Joey are an item.

One day I go a call from Krystal and she was very upset. “Joey cheated on me with Jennifer!” Krystal said. “He’s actually been messing around with her for a while. He thinks I still don’t know. He has a basketball game tonight and my parents are away so I’ll be home alone. I want you to come over.” I was so excited I could hardly think straight.

I went to Krystal’s house that night, ran up the steps two at a time, and rang the bell. I heard the clicking of high heels and the turning of the doorknob. Maltepe Escort The door opened and Krystal stood there smiling at me. She was wearing a white button shirt that was undone at the top to show her huge tits, a sexy little miniskirt, high heels and her make up done for me with her hair in pigtails. She was super hot.

She led me inside and sat me on the couch. Krystal turned on the music and started shaking her hips. She turned and bent over showing her bare ass and pussy. She ran her hand up her leg and slapped her sexy ass. Then she sat down in my lap facing me and started grinding her pussy on the bulge in my pants as she unbuttoned her shirt and shimmied her big juicy tits in my face. Then Krystal slid down and unzipped my pants. My giant hard-on popped out and she gasped “Oh my god! You could poke somebody’s eye out with that thing!” Then she giggled, “You are so much bigger than Joey is!”

Krystal kissed the top of Anadolu Yakası Escort my cock and teased it with her lips. Then she licked it up and down and took it all in her mouth. She started rubbing herself as she got more into it. Then she looked up at me. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” she asked.

“Oh of course,” I said. Krystal laid back on the floor with her legs open and licked her lips. Then she slid her hand over her sexy naked body and started rubbing her clit and stroking her pussy lips. I took my cock and slid it in real slow and started pumping away on Krystal. Her pussy was so warm and wet, I loved it. She moaned and played with herself as I fucked her. I slammed her real hard and deep and watched her tits jiggle. “Oh baby,” Krystal moaned. “I don’t think I can hold it back anymore!”

“Give it to me,” I said. Then Krystal howled as she came all over my cock. I felt her pussy throbbing and was more turned on than İstanbul Escort ever. I didn’t waste any time so I pulled my cock out and pumped it between her tits as she pushed them together. I didn’t stop until I creamed all over her tits and face. Then I swiped my finger in the cum and stuck it in her mouth and she sucked it dry. Krystal looked at her cum covered tits. “Oh my god baby you made such a big mess!” she giggled. “Why don’t you come to the shower with me and wash it off?”

In the shower Krystal took the soap and we rubbed it all over each others bodies. Seeing her sexy tits and ass all wet and covered in suds got me rock hard again in no time at all. She sucked on my rock hard cock and sprayed the movable shower head on her clit as I soaped her hair. Soon Krystal got up and wrapped her legs around me and rode my cock. It felt so good and she could tell I was loving it. She looked me in the eyes and said “baby I want you to cum in me.”

“For real?” I asked.

“Yeah I want you to fill me up with your hot creamy jizz,” she said and started riding me like crazy. Krystal screamed as she came all over my huge cock again and I shot a huge load inside her.

“I’m done with Joey,” Krystal said. “I’m all yours now.”

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The Train Ride

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She was sitting by herself looking out the train window at the people still milling around on the platform. The station was very busy since it was shortly after 5 and most businesses were winding down for the day. Luckily for her this train didn’t seem that popular and with any luck she would get this set of 4 seats (2 facing her and the one beside her) to herself. She leaned back against the red tweed and breathed a sigh of relief as the intercom announced the train would be pulling out in 1 minute. Sixty seconds until she could totally relax and know she was going to enjoy some peace and quiet.

Suddenly she heard someone jogging down the aisle and sat down right beside her. With dismay on her face she looked to her right and saw a tall, lithe man with a big grin and milk chocolate eyes looking back at her. He stuck his hand out and said, “Hi, I am Scott.”

She mustered a halfhearted smile and replied, “I am Diana. You know there are plenty of empty seats.”

Scott, still grinning, said, “I know, but none of the others are beside a pretty girl.”

Diana muttered something and then in a louder voice bluntly told him, “Look, I would really rather be alone if you don’t mind.”

“No I don’t mind at all,” Scott replied, showing no intention at all of moving to another seat. “But I for one am not moving, I like this seat.”

“Fine!” was all Diana could muster. She turned her head towards the windows and firmly closed her eyes.

After what seemed an eternity, but closer to 20 minutes, Bostancı Escort of listening to his cheery banter, Diana had decided she would scream before she ever got to Denver in 2 more hours.

Then she felt it. A feathery light touch on her right knee. Did she really feel that, she wondered. Then it happened again, just a little higher on her thigh. “Oh my God” screamed through her head. That man beside her was touching her! What should she do? She decided just to ignore it for the moment and maybe he would stop.

He continued to caress her thigh with each touch slightly closer to the edge of her black leather skirt. Soon he hesitated and Diana held her breath. He had reached the smooth black leather. What would he do Diana wondered. With a gasp lodged in her throat, she found out as he slid his fingers under her skirt.

In her head, she knew she must stop him, but with her body slightly trembling she realized suddenly that she was enjoying his touch and didn’t want him to stop. So she kept her eyes shut and tried to breath normally as his fingers reached the lace top of her hose and then continued until they reached the lacy elastic of her panties. She felt his fingers slide down to rest on the lace covering her clit.

She couldn’t stand being quiet anymore. She started panting quietly as she turned and met his passion filled gaze with her own glazed eyes. “Don’t stop please,” she whispered.

He slid his fingers up and down along her clit as he started nibbling Ümraniye Escort her soft shoulder through the soft red silk covering it.

She turned her head further and sought his mouth with hers as his fingers slipped inside the lace and stroked the hot wet skin he found waiting there.

“Oh God,” he moaned against her mouth, “Your skin is incredible. I want to touch more of you”

She tentatively reached her hand out and stroked the zipper of his black jeans. Scott moaned again, louder this time and his breath escaped in gasps as she pulled down the zipper and pulled his huge hard cock out. Diana smiled at him and then lowered her head and slid her mouth over his cock.

Scott thought he was going to scream in pleasure. Diana slid her mouth up and down his shaft for a long time and then circled his head with her tongue before plunging down the length of him. She pulled her mouth back and proceeded to lick his cock as if it was a lollipop. He took advantage of Diana’s position and slid his hand across her backside and under her panties so he could fill her pussy with his fingers.

Diana paused a second as Scott’s fingers plunged inside her hot throbbing pussy. She couldn’t remember being this hot and reckless in years.

Scott grabbed her by her hair and dragged her mouth back up to his. “Come to the loo with me now!” he ordered. Silently he zipped his jeans and walked to the restroom. With no hesitation, Diana followed him.

In the tiny stainless steel cubicle, Kartal Escort they fell into each other’s arms and started pulling at the other’s clothing. It seemed neither one could get it all off fast enough. Scott stopped when he saw the black lacy panties that he had felt and he had to admire the matching lace that cupped her beautiful breasts. He took one in each hand, lace and all, as his tongue found hers and they moved as their bodies moved as close together as possible.

Suddenly, he whipped Diana around and shoved her over the sink.

“God you have a beautiful ass! he moaned as he slid the lace to one side and plunged his throbbing cock into her tight wet pussy.

Diana screamed. She had never known such a huge cock. Scott moaned as he pushed his way into the tightest pussy he had ever fucked. He pulled part way out and then plunged again, over and over again, harder with each thrust, until Diana screamed with pleasure as her hot pussy got hotter and started throbbing even more. Scott didn’t stop even though she begged him to. He continued to plunder her tender flesh until his cock exploded inside of her spewing his cum into her wetness.

When his cock was empty, he withdrew from her delicious pussy and helped her stand up. They stood hugging while they both tried to get their breath and heartbeats back to normal. Then they kissed and dressed themselves.

Without a word they walked back to their seats and collapsed. Suddenly the conductor announced they were approaching the Kansas City station. Diana turned to say something to Scott, but his seat was empty. She quickly stood up and glanced up and down the aisle. She spied him; he was just sitting down next to a blond. She heard him say, with a big grin on his face, “Hi, I’m Scott…”

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The Therapist

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It was a typical Southeast Colorado summer day. The air was hot and dry and the wind was blowing just like it does every day. As a home health physical therapist, Kate was out in the weather every day. She reveled at not having to spend the entire day in the office. Even though it was hot, it felt good. She loved the heat and wasn’t looking forward to summer ending. Her daughter, Dilan, had headed off to college. That meant summer was going to be over soon. Kate pulled up in front of her new patient’s house. She grabbed the chart and her bag and slid out of her SUV. At five foot six inches tall, she wasn’t exactly short. She had long legs and that made climbing in and out of her Yukon a breeze.

She headed up the sidewalk towards the house. Her heart was racing with anticipation, and she felt the familiar butter flies flitting in her stomach. She has been doing this most of her adult life and had seen hundreds of patients, but she was over-anxious today, and she didn’t know why. She took a deep breath to calm herself and walked up the steps. Kate stood there, her finger poised over the door bell. She hesitated for a moment and pushed the button. This was the most trusting community. Very few people stopped what they were doing to answer the door. She waited a few seconds and heard the familiar holler “It’s open, come on in.”

Kate opened the door and looked around. The house was in impeccable order. She quickly noticed the numerous shelves and book cases filled with books and the top shelves housed angels of every kind. Some had to be a hundred years old. She had never seen anything quite like them. There was a corner shelf filled with cups and saucers, angels, salt and pepper shakers, and a couple of china oil lamps. It was a pleasing display of items that didn’t seem to go together. It was obvious that whoever this man was, he loved his angels. Kate looked down at her chart. “Mr. Callahan?”

“I’m in the kitchen — come on back.” he yelled.

Kate slowly walked towards the back of the house. It seemed like most of these old houses had the kitchen in the back. This one was no different. She walked into the kitchen. His back was to her working on something on the counter, so she had a few moments to take in the view. He was a tall man, pretty well built. He had graying blond hair, and a nice butt. He was wearing a tank-top, so she could see the muscles in his arms. Kate lightly cleared her throat “Hi, I’m Kate, Your physical therapist.”

He spun around and stuck out his hand. “Hi Kate, I’m Jake Callahan.” He grasped her hand and shook it. “But, you can call me Jake.”

Kate felt that burning sensation inside her. The one that shows up just before her pussy starts to leak. She had never had a handshake like that. She couldn’t figure out what caused that reaction. Well, yeah she could. He had the prettiest blue eyes. He didn’t just look at her, he looked inside her. At least that is what it felt like. It wasn’t cold at all, but instead a very warming, comforting, almost exciting feeling. She didn’t want to let go of his hand. It was warm and soft — he obviously didn’t do manual labor. She looked at him and smiled. “It’s really nice to meet you Jake.” She let go of Jake’s hand but didn’t move. She couldn’t believe how handsome he was, and he swept her like no man has ever done before — not even her husband.

Jake motioned for her to go into the living room. She did and looked at the recliners in the living room. She could tell the light blue one was his favorite, so she gestured for him to sit. He did and she grabbed a chair from the nearby desk and sat in front of him. She leaned in to him resting her elbows on her knees. She arched her back just a little bit. This gave him a clear view of her 34B cleavage. Kate knew she had nice cleavage when she wore a regular bra, but today, she opted for the pushup bra making it even more pronounced. Her button up blouse strained to contain her full breasts. She knew that, and wanted to make sure Jake knew it too. She fumbled with the chart for a second. Looking over the little bit of information that was there. She glanced up and saw Jake staring at her cleavage. Right then, she knew this was going to work.

She discussed the problems Jake was having. He explained the doctor had diagnosed him with very early stage of arthritis. It was a rare strain that progressed slowly but steadily. One of the best treatments according to Dr. Donald was physical therapy and exercise. That alone would slow down the damage done by the disease. Jake explained the reason he requested home health instead of going to the office. He had set up a gym in his basement, and he wanted to work the physical therapy into his normal workout routine. He confessed to Kate that he had heard about her and the rumor was she was the best therapist in town. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to find out. She smiled and thanked him.

She explained to him the purpose of today’s visit was to see his range of motion and come up with a treatment Bostancı Escort plan. Jake nodded in agreement. She told Jake that in order to make sure she saw his full range of motion, he needed to slip out of those jeans and into some shorts. Kate reached for her bag. She unzipped it and reached inside. She pulled out a pair of shorts and handed them to Jake. Jake looked at them and then at her. “You’re kidding right?”

Kate held back a giggle. “I know they’re a little big, but you need room to move.”

Jake looked at her and back at the shorts again. “It’s not that they are a little big. These are a little short and I…”

Kate stopped him mid sentence by holding up her hand. “I am the therapist, and I don’t have time to argue with you. Go change.”

Jake turned and headed through the kitchen to the back bedroom. Kate could hear him fumbling with his belt and mumbling something. Kate was grinning for what she had gotten him to do. She was going to take it one step further. “Oh, and Jake, leave your underwear off too. I don’t need you getting all bound up under those shorts.”

From the back bedroom came his response. “Are you serious?”

Kate blurted out “Yes.”

While Jake changed, Kate got out a sheet and spread it on the floor. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a chair and placed it directly in the middle of the sheet. She reached in her bag and pulled out her goniometer. She would use this to measure his range of motion. She pulled out her clipboard and a stack of papers that showed the various joints. She pulled out one that showed the front and back of the human body. She looked at that one and smiled. Jake finished changing and came strutting in like he was a model on the catwalk.

Kate laughed “Okay, now you’re being silly.”

Jake laughed with her. “I thought you might appreciate that.” He did a little pirouette. “What do you think of my shorts?” He stopped and faced Kate standing directly in front of her.

Kate was looking at his shorts when she realized that she wasn’t just looking at his shorts, she was staring at his crotch. She could see his manhood pressing against the thin material, and a faint outline of what appeared to be the head of his huge cock. Kate blushed momentarily and looked up at Jake. “We need to get started.” She patted the chair and told Jake. “Sit here for the first part of this.”

Jake sat down and she handed him the clipboard with the human bodies on it. She explained. “I want you to circle every place where you are experiencing pain, and everywhere that you circle, I want you to put the level of pain in that circle. Use 1 as the least amount and 10 as the worst.”

Jake took the pen and began drawing circles on the bodies. He wrote neat little numbers in each circle. Once he finished he handed it back to Kate. She examined it and made the comment. “From what I see here, we have some things to work on, but for the most part, your pain level is very minimal. We are going to try and keep it that way, or better yet, make it less. What’s up with the circles on the back, arthritis won’t strike those areas.”

Jake said. “I know that. I think I may have pulled a muscle or two.”

“Is that what’s going on with the hamstrings and the glutes?” She asked.

Jake replied. “I think so. Or it could be my sciatic nerve acting up. I’m not real sure.”

Kate circled behind Jake. “Don’t worry Jake, I’ll check it out.” She reached down and grabbed the goniometer. “Alright Jake, let’s get some measurements out of the way. First we need to check your shoulders, elbows, wrists and fingers. I want you to lower your arm like this.” She took his arm and pulled it straight down. “Now raise your arm sideways as high as you can until it either hurts or you have it straight up.” Jake raised his arm completely above his head. “Does that hurt?” Jake shook his head. Kate jotted down some notes. “Very good, now let’s do that again raising it in front of you.” Jake lowered his arm raised it in front of him until it was straight up and down. “Any pain?” Once again, Jake shook his head. “Good. Now I want you to try it towards the back.” Jake lowered his arm once again and raised it to his back. He got it about half way and stopped. “Thats all the further I can raise it Kate.”

“Good Jake, hold that for a second and let me measure.” She could see the muscles in his back ripple. She took her goniometer and quickly measured the angle. “Very good Jake.” She touched his shoulder. “Any pain in this region?” She lightly massaged the shoulder area. Jake shook his head from side to side. “Good.” Kate wrote down the numbers.

“Okay Jake. We are going to do a couple of short tests with your elbows and hands. I need you to hold your arm straight out in front of you.” Jake extended his arm forward. “Now I want you to bend at the elbow as far as you can and hold it.” Jake did so, and Kate took a quick measurement and wrote it down. She took Jakes arm and held it straight out with his elbow Ümraniye Escort bent at a 90 degree angle. “I want you to move your hand in a circle”. Jake did so. “No pain.” Once again Jake shook his head. “Okay, now make a fist.” Jake made a fist. “Very good, now I want you to squeeze my fingers.” Kate placed two fingers in his palm and Jake squeezed to the point it almost hurt. “Very good Jake.” Kate wrote some more notes and kneeled down beside Jake.

Kate placed her hand on Jake’s thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. Jake didn’t flinch. Kate’s heart raced for just a few seconds. The butterflies in her stomach were driving her crazy. She could feel the moisture building within her pussy lips. She was getting very anxious, but she took a deep breath to calm herself. She placed her other hand on his knee. “Okay Jake, I want you to try and lift your leg while I apply pressure.” Kate pressed down as Jake tried to raise his leg. Jake’s strength overpowered Kate and he was able to raise his leg easily. Kate patted his thigh with the hand that was close to his crotch. She wasn’t sure, but it felt like she brushed his cock with her fingers. “Very good.” She said. Kate stood up and walked to the other side and kneeled down again. “Okay Jake, let’s do the same thing on this leg.” By the time Kate was done, her heart was racing and she was a little flush. “Okay Jake, we are done with the chair.” Jake stood up and Kate took the chair and moved it off to the side.

“I want you to remove your shirt and lie face down on the sheet.” Jake grabbed his shirt at the bottom and pulled it over his head. Kate saw his abs and was amazed at their shape and form. He had sharp tiny nipples on his perfect muscular chest. As he laid down, the muscles in his arms and back flexed. Kate loved a hard body and his was exactly what she liked. Jake laid down on the sheet and put his hands to his side.

“I’m going to work on those muscles in your back and legs. Let me know if I rub too hard.” Kate ran her hands over Jakes back feeling the muscles under her petite hands. His skin was soft and warm — not something you would expect from a well chiseled body. Kate moved and kneeled just above his head letting her butt rest on her heals. Her knees were parted on either side of his head. Her pussy was wet and she could feel her panties were soaked. The way she was kneeling, her pussy was now inches from his body. Her breathing was coming faster as she worked on Jakes back slowly rubbing up and down in long flowing motions. Jake let out a low moan showing her his satisfaction.

Kate worked on Jakes back for a good fifteen minutes. She felt every delicious inch of his back. Touching and rubbing and making herself more excited as she continued massaging him. She raised up off her heals so she could reach further and with one simple movement she slid her hand under the wasteband of Jakes shorts and her hands rested on both of his ass cheeks. Jake flinched and tried to look up at her. “Relax Jake”. Jake lowered his head and Kate continued to massage his butt. Jake was enjoying his butt massage. Kate slid around to the other end. She pulled Jakes legs open and kneeled between them. She continued to massage his butt and started to incorporate his hamstrings in with the movements.

While she massaged his hamstrings, she would run her fingers up the inside of his thighs. She stopped just before she got to his balls. Every now and again she would touch them with the tip of her fingers and wait to see if she got a reaction from Jake.

Jake felt Kate’s fingers touch his balls. This turned him on and he had to concentrate to keep from getting a hard on. Kate kept massaging his hamstrings switching from one to the other and then back again. It seemed like every time she rubbed close to his butt, her fingers touched his testicles. Jake could no longer fight back the hard on. It was raging now and he could feel it throbbing. He just hoped he would get a chance to cool down before he had get up.

Kate was absolutely turned on by now. Her breathing was fast, and her heart raced. She knew her panties were soaked and she assumed she already soaked the crotch of her jeans because she could smell her own sex. As she massaged Jakes thighs, she wondered if her massaging turned Jake on as well. If Jake had a hard on when she told him to roll over, she knew she could go on to the next step. If not, she would have to come up with another game plan. There was a method to her seduction. She had done this so many times before. That’s why she was considered the best physical therapist in the county. She did this with select patients, and they knew they could never tell. Kate patted Jake on the ass as she stood up. “Okay Jake, time to roll over.”

Kate was now standing beside Jake. Jake rolled over and a smile came over Kate’s face. She had accomplished what she hoped. Jake’s shorts showed a very large erection. Kate stared at his erection and Jake started to blush.

“I’m sorry Anadolu Yakası Escort Kate. This was not intended.” Jake said.

Kate smiled at Jake. “Jake, it’s okay. This happens all the time. As a matter of fact, I hoped it would happen.” Jake looked at her puzzled. Kate continued. “I want to explain something to you. I am the best physical therapist in all of Baca County, and I am going to share with you why I am the best. But first, I want you to promise you will never discuss our sessions with anyone. Not one thing. Promise?”

Jake looked up at her. “I promise.”

Kate was thankful she lived in the Midwest. She knew a promise was a promise. Men in this part of the country still did business with a handshake. Jake’s promise not to tell was as good as a written contract signed by both of them. She knew he was a man of his word. She also knew she had more to lose than Jake, but by him keeping quiet, he was also keeping the rest of her special patients safe from scandalous harm.

“Good. Now let me give you some insight as to why I am the best.” Kate slowly started to unbutton her blouse, undoing one button at a time while she continued to talk to Jake. “I take great pride in taking care of my patients Jake. My patients get the best care they can possibly get. I, in return, get the best my patients have to give.” Her blouse was now undone and she removed it. Jake smiled taking in Kate’s beauty. Kate undid her bra and let it fall to the floor beside her blouse. She reached up and massaged her breasts. Her nipples instantly became erect. Next, she kicked off her shoes. Reaching down, she undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side with her blouse and bra. Never saying a word, she hooked her thumbs into the side of her thong, and pulled her panties off and tossed them to the side. She was now naked in front of Jake, and Jakes cock was throbbing under his thin shorts.

Jake took Kate in. Her body was tanned. She either had a tanning bed at home, or she spent a lot of time in the tanning booth at Pop’s Liquor. Either way, she had no tan lines. Her breasts were a natural perky 34B. Her nipples were large and protruded nicely. She had a thin waist and a very nice bottom. She was completely shaved and when she parted her legs, Jake could tell that she had very tight pussy lips. Kate standing there with her dark hair, her beautiful brown eyes, her pouty lips, and that beautiful body, screamed sex. Jake suddenly became very aware of his erection. His hard cock throbbed and bounced under his shorts. Kate could see that and straddled his legs. She hooked her fingers into the waste band of his shorts and pulled them down revealing his huge cock. Her eyes widened when it popped free from the material. She pulled and tugged on his shorts and spoke again. “Are you okay Jake?”

Jake smile and replied. “Yes. I’m very much okay.” Kate continued to remove his shorts. She got off her knees and squatted to remove them the rest of the way. Jake had a clear view of Kate’s pussy, and he could see it was wet with cum. Kate was back on her knees again. She was moving up on Jake. “Jake?”

“Yes Kate.”

Kate kept moving up. Her pussy now rested on Jakes cock pushing it flat against his stomach. Her pussy lips enveloped it spreading her cum all over the underside of Jakes magnificent cock. “In a minute we are going to work on your butt muscles, and I am going to give you an incentive to work them.” She leaned forward and rested a nipple on Jakes lips. Jake needed no instructions. He raised his head slightly and sucked the nipple into his mouth. She tasted good and he sucked even harder. He nibbled on the nub in his mouth and Kate moaned. While he continued to suck on her nipples, she started moving up and down his shaft. Soaking it with the cum that filled Kate’s soaked pussy. Jake now had one hand on her ass and the other one was massaging her tits. Kate slid down further and Jake’s balls were smothered between Kate’s swollen pussy lips. Jake moaned as Kate ground her pussy into Jakes manhood.

Kate loved the feel of Jake’s cock. It was a good nine inches and three fingers thick. He was larger than most of her patients which was good. She needed a larger cock for her coral. Jake moved to her rhythm as Kate slid up and down his shaft. “Do you want it Jake?”

“Mmmhmm” was all Jake could get out. His cock was swollen to maximum capacity now. Kate stopped moving and slid up. Kate never touched his cock, but in one expert movement, Jake’s cock head was inside Kate’s sopping pussy. Kate stopped and let it sit there. Jake tried to thrust deeper, but Kate stopped him.

“I want to savor this moment.” She said. She slid a little more of her pussy over Jake’s cock. Slowly she took it a little deeper. Then she raised up almost to the point where Jake’s cock would fall out. Jake’s cock was already soaked from her sitting on it earlier, but she loved to feel it go deeper just a little bit at a time. She could see from the expression on Jake’s face he enjoyed it too. She took it deeper until finally all nine inches of it was inside her. She shuddered a little bit as his cock jabbed her cervix. It was huge and she needed to adjust to it for a minute. “Jake?” She whispered into his ear.

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Anastasia was obviously much more experienced than Adriana was. Despite her young age, she is an excellent teacher whom I now know takes great pleasure in introducing her friends to the pleasures of bedroom.

“Put it in her ass” she says, on a commanding tone.

I look over at Adriana and I can see she is afraid, but also somewhat intrigued, and that she doesn’t want to disappoint her friend.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be gentle and you’ll love it,” continues Anastasia. She lovingly kisses her friend on the lips.

Adriana kneels over the bed. As she looks back at me, Anastasia spreads her ass cheeks and invites me to come closer to Adriana’s perfect ass.

The threesome, pt. 1 – How it begins

I had met Anastasia at an industry event a few months prior. She was an intern for the local marketing agency that organized the event and she was in charge of tending to the speakers’ needs and making sure that they were on time where they needed to be.

I spotted this longhaired beauty from a mile away. I couldn’t help but smile as I approached her.

“Hi! I’m John!” I said. “I’m here for the… ummm… the keynote panel thing.”

She glanced over a list on the table in front of her and found my name.

She lit up the entire room with her smile as she looked up at me.

“Oh yes John! It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Anastasia, I’ll be taking care of you today.”

She got up to shake my hand. I was completely stunned by her beauty and couldn’t say a word. “Let me take you to the speakers lounge.”

She walked in front of me and I couldn’t help but stare at her amazing ass. She had long legs and a bubbly butt that looked like two perfect volleyballs.

She had on a very professional black suit with fitted pants that beautifully embraced the curve of her incredible buttocks.

I had been out of the dating game for a few years, as it happens with age, and the thought of making love to a beautiful young blonde crossed my mind. I didn’t think for a minute that it would actually happen, but it was pleasant to imagine undressing this amazing young woman and fucking her right here in the hallway for everyone to see.

Sadly, she interrupted my vision when she asked: “John, this is the speakers lounge. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Coffee?”

I needed a second to get back to reality.

“Coffee would be great, thank you,” I mumbled.

“Be right back!” she responded.

I entered the lounge. I was first to arrive. Serves me right for being early. I sat down with my phone to catch up on email and in less than a minute Anastasia was back.

“Here you go,” she said as she put the coffee on the table in front of me.

I thanked her for the coffee. “Hey, umm… if you don’t mind, can you tell me… is what I’m wearing OK for this conference? I didn’t really know if…”

“It’s perfect,” she answered, again with her incredible smile. “I really don’t think people will care about what you’re wearing, John. But if you ask me, you look like a total fox” she said with a playful wink as she left the room.

I was completely under her spell. I knew nothing would ever happen with her. I was at least 12 years her elder, if not more. She certainly had plenty of suitors her own age, I thought.

When it was time for me to get on stage, she came to get me and helped me get set up.

The first panel went well and I spent quite a bit of time talking with attendees afterwards.

Finally I caught a break and was looking forward to going back to the speakers lounge to relax before the second panel that after-noon.

I looked around and noticed that Anastasia had plenty of gentlemen suitors competing for her attention. However tiresome it must’ve been for this young woman to be constantly fending off men, she was cheerful and almost flirty with the many men around her.

She noticed that I was ready to go and excused herself from the group.

“Hey! So? How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Good, but hungry. Where can I get some food around here?”

“Well, most of the speakers have already left for the courtesy lunch in event room C on the second floor” she said. “So if you’re in the mood for cold cuts and a sales pitch, I can take you there. Or, I know a really great place that serves dumplings nearby.”

Had I not been so convinced that there was no way this gorgeous young woman was into older men, I might’ve interpreted this invitation and the smile that went along with it as flirtation, but at the time it didn’t even cross my mind.

“I love dumplings. Let’s go!” I said.

It Anadolu Yakası Escort was early autumn and the weather was still nice. As we walked towards the restaurant, I asked her about her studies, her job, and her aspirations.

She spoke with the eloquence of a much older woman, but the truth is I couldn’t focus on anything other than her incredible body.

Her wavy blond hair reached the small of her back, something that I’ve always found very sexy in a woman. She was also fairly tall, maybe 5’8″.

As we entered the restaurant, I noticed that the top button of her blouse had become undone, allowing me to get a glimpse of her luscious perkys breasts. They weren’t very large – maybe a B cup – but they appeared to be of perfect shape and firmness.

We quickly ordered and continued talking. Anastasia was studying tourism with the intention of travelling the world. I complimented her on her hostess skills based on my experience this morning and excused myself to go to the washroom.

When I returned, the food was on the table and another button of Anastasia’s blouse had come undone, allowing me to see the complete side of her breasts and a hint of a pink bra.

We continued to exchange pleasantries during lunch and as time progressed I found this young woman to be more and more attractive not only on a physical level, but on an intellectual level as well.

We got back to the hotel and she guided me to the speakers lounge. On my way back, I couldn’t help to notice that she had redone her blouse’s buttons before reaching the event.

The rest of the after-noon went well and I didn’t see Anastasia much. Our paths crossed again later that evening at the party organized for attendees of the conference.

She had changed into a stunning red dress that revealed her long, beautiful toned legs. She came to see me immediately when I entered.

“Hi John! I’m so glad you’re here! How is everything? Would you like a drink?” she gently touched my arm as she asked.

“I could definitely use a drink or two,” I said with a smile.

She guided me to the bar where she ordered two double shots of vodka.

This young woman who could handle her vodka so well puzzled me. She read my mind.

“My family is from Russia,” she said. “Vodka was on the table every meal.” She winked and drank her shot at once.

Not wanting to seem like a lightweight, I drank mine as well and asked the bartender for 4 more double shots.

“I see someone is feeling adventurous tonight,” she said with a smile. She was looking right into my eyes. “So do I.”

It was becoming clearer by the minute that this beautiful creature had a thing for older men and that this wasn’t just innocent flirting. I was still hesitant to make the first move due to the significant age difference, but as the evening progressed, our flirting, and our mutual desire, became more and more obvious.

After several more shots, Anastasia got up from her stool and took my hand. She guided me to the dance floor where a small number of attendees had amassed in small groups.

We danced together briefly but I was uncomfortable being seen by the attendees in this increasingly risqué situation.

Anastasia was dancing circles around me and was leaving very little to the imagination. Our lips almost touched countless times and my hands were progressively making their way lower and lower on her back.

Before things got further, I pulled her close and placed my head next to her ear as if I was going to whisper something. Instead, I gently exhaled in her ear and softly bit her earlobe. I felt her body shiver.

Our bodies were glued to each other. She caressed my neck with her lips. I shivered too.

There were no lingering doubts as to her intentions – she was as horny as I was. It was time to take this outside.

I let go of our embrace and took her by the hand. I dragged her outside as quickly and as discreetly as possible. Out in the hall, we passed a few attendees and politely nodded in their direction.

Our lips finally met for the first time in the elevator. There was no one else with us on our ride to the 38th floor and I kissed her the second the door closed. She didn’t waste any time and immediately slipped her tongue in my mouth.

My hands started to explore her body as the elevator was taking us higher and higher and I slip my hand under her dress, along her right thigh. She responded by taking my tongue in her mouth and sucking on it. I was loving it.

Before I could reach the edge of her underwear, Avrupa Yakası Escort we arrived at my floor and the elevator doors opened.

She exited the elevator and turned around to look at me. She was so sexy. By that point I had lost all my inhibitions and I was ready to make this incredible young woman mine.

I passed her in the hall and quickly found the keycard in my pocket. I was attempting to unlock the door when Anastasia caught up to me and hugged me from behind, placing the side of her face against my back.

I was struggling to open the door and she gently slid her hands down from my stomach to my crotch. She wasted no time in finding my manhood through my pants and she teasingly caressed it.

It was driving me wild. Somehow I managed to open the door at the same time and took her inside.

I could sense that she wanted to set the rhythm and move to the bed quickly but the opportunities to have a perfect Russian blonde in your bed don’t come around often so I had every intention of taking charge.

The room was lit only by the moonlight, which was perfect for what I had in mind. I didn’t have to say a word – once Anastasia understood that I was setting the pace, she was obedient and abandoned herself to the situation.

I began by turning her around so that her back was to me. I slowly kissed her neck and shoulders. She tilted her head back. It took everything I had not to tear her dress into pieces and fuck her right there. I gently but firmly pulled her hair a bit to let her know who was in charge.

I pushed my bulging crotch onto her bubbly ass and she responded by pushing back towards me. My dick was increasingly hard and I could tell that she could feel it between her cheeks.

I placed my hands on her hips and began caressing her inner thighs, her stomach, and eventually I took a breast in each hand. I immediately felt her nipples harden through the fabric of her dress.

She attempted to turn around and face me but I stopped her. I kept kissing her neck and I began unzipping her dress from behind.

Once the zipper was completely undone, I slowly slid the dress off her shoulders. I took a step back and watched as it fell on the floor, revealing her naked body.

I spun her around. She was breathtaking. I took a few seconds to admire her incredible body. Her small breasts were firm and her nipples fully erect. Her white skin reflected the moonlight. Her stomach had a hint of abs and I could see a hint of her pussy lips between her legs.

For the first time since I’d met her, she appeared to feel shy and vulnerable. She bit her lip as she stood naked in front of me.

“You are so incredibly beautiful” I said to comfort her.

She helped me take my jacket off. I was enjoying the initiative but I wasn’t going to let her take control. I playfully pushed her onto the bed and unbuttoned my shirt as I walked towards her.

I slowly leaned on top of her and I kissed her. Her hands quickly made their way to my belt buckle and in a swift motion, I felt my belt flying off. She pushed my pants down just enough to be able to slip her hand inside and take my hard dick in her hand.

“Ohhhhhhh… look what we have here” she said softly between two kisses.

I was enjoying what she was doing and moved onto my side to give her better access. In doing so, I ran my fingers very softly from her neck to her thigh. She spread her legs wide, giving me a good view of her beautifully engorged pink lips.

I didn’t want her to stop stroking my cock but I couldn’t resist getting a closer look at her beautiful pussy. I positioned myself with my head near the foot of the bed, right between her legs. Her lips were fully engorged.

I gently kissed her slit. She closed her eyes. I kissed it again. She placed her hand on my head. I carefully ran the tip of my tongue across the entire length of her pussy, stopping at the top to tease her clit.

I felt her hand pushing my head closer into her. She had stopped jerking my cock to savour the moment, but suddenly I felt her mouth wrap itself around my throbbing shaft.

I reciprocated by pushing two fingers into her beautiful cave. She was already wet but when I inserted my fingers into her, I felt a deluge of juices flowing into my mouth.

She let go of my cock. “Oooohhhhhh god John… you’re so good… I want you so bad…”

I took this as an invitation to keep doing what I was doing and began fingering her harder while flicking my tongue against her clitoris.

“John, John…” she said. “If you keep İstanbul Escort doing this, I’m gonna…”

She took a quick breath.

“I’m going to cum!” she said.

I curled my fingers up to reach her g-spot.

“GOD JOHN OHHHHHHHHH… I’M CUMMINNNNNGGGG!”

I felt her pussy walls contracting around my fingers.

She crashed down on the bed. “Oh wow…” she said softly.

I slowed down to let her catch her breath, but only for a second, because I couldn’t wait any longer before fucking this incredible young woman.

She hinted that she was going to continue taking my dick in her mouth, but I had other plans. I got up next to the bed, and had her stand up next to me. I kissed her passionately. My cock between our two naked bodies was hard as a rock.

We looked at each other for a minute and she turned around, once again teasingly placing my cock between her buttocks. I gently pushed her torso over the bed, and with my other hand, rubbed by bulging cock against her soaked pussy.

I kept rubbing the tip of my cock against her pussy lips, but I wanted to wait before penetrating her. Her pussy juices were now covering my cock and I could see them shimmer in the moonlight.

“John, do you have a…” she said.

“a… ummm… oh god, this feels so good…”

My cock was now completely drenched in her moistness.

“Fuck it” she continued. “Fuck me, John. Fuck me please.”

How could I resist?

I pushed the tip of my cock inside her.

“Oh god yes. YES! That feels sooooooo good!”

I kept pushing further and further inside her. I was about half way in when she pushed back to help speed up the process. Still, she couldn’t take the whole thing.

I wondered if she had been with older men before. She seemed experienced but there was still that beautiful naïveté inside her. Her pussy was so tight. I had never been in one so tight before.

She was looking back at me and spreading her ass checks, as if to facilitate my entry inside her. With about an inch to go, she began rocking back and forth.

“Oh wow… this feels so good! Fuck me John, fuck me like you know you want to. I know you’ve been thinking about fucking me all day. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you staring at my breasts over lunch?”

I placed my hands on her hips and forcefully shoved all my meat inside her in one swift move.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH wait, wait, please wait” she said. “I just need a second. It hurts but if feels so good…” and a second later, she started rocking her hips gently back and forth.

Our tempo increased. She was clearly enjoying herself.

She climbed onto the bed with me still inside her. I was fucking her doggy style and kept increasing the rhythm.

“Oh my god yes! I love it. Keep doing it. Faster. FASTER I said!”

That girl wanted it rough! I grabbed her hair in a pony tail and pulled it not so gently. She responded by moaning loudly.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, John, I’m going to cum again!” she screamed for all the neighbours to hear.

Just then, I placed my thumb at the entrance of her butthole. I rubbed it gently for a few seconds before pushing it inside. She seemed surprised.

“Just what do you…” she stopped. “That feels so good! Keep doing what you’re doing!”

It was an incredible sight. I had to hold back with all my strength not to shoot my cum inside her with every thrust.

“Oh god yes, yes, I love iiiiiiiiiiitttttttt!” she said just as I felt her pussy contracting around my cock again.

That was too much to handle. I knew I was going to explode any second.

“Baby can I cum inside you?” was all I could muster.

“Oh yes, I would love that! Please give me your cum. Cum in my tight pussy baby.”

And with a few more thrusts, I exploded inside her. “Oh wow… that was glorious” was all I could say as I collapsed on top of her.

We remained in this position for a few seconds to catch our breath. I loved the feeling of my satisfied dick inside her drenched womb.

We kissed. And after one more minute, we separated. As she walked to the washroom, I could see my sperm running down her leg and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I secretly hoped that she wouldn’t wash it off.

I had a moment to gather myself. This incredible encounter was so unexpected. What would we do now? Would she head home? I wondered if I’d ever get to fuck her again.

She walked out of the washroom with a glass of water for me. My cum was still dripping from her pussy.

I sat up in the bed and drank the glass of water. “So… what now?” I asked.

She sat on top of me, with a leg on each side of my body. Her soaked pussy was positioned right over my cock.

“Now,” she says, “I want you to fuck me in the ass while you finger me with those magic fingers of yours.”

And just like that, my cock was hard again.

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Fair warning, there is anal sex ahead. And a whole lot more!

Thanks to LadyMireille for her suggested revisions.

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***

Watch out for the quiet ones. That’s what my mother used to tell us girls. Maybe I should have heeded her advice.

Growing up, I’d had to share my house with three older siblings and a plethora of students who came to see either one of my elder parents, both of whom were professors at the university across the street. My mother would joke that she should have installed a revolving front door instead of a French one when they’d bought the place. And our den wasn’t used for entertaining guests but teaching advanced classes three days a week.

For as long as I can remember, my parents also took on two boarders each school year. All were graduate students, and several were in the foreign exchange program. I had always enjoyed talking to them the most. I learned more about different cultures and customs than one could get from textbooks.

With the constant flow of people coming and going on the lower level, which sometimes seemed like a hotel, I took to hiding out at the house next door when I wasn’t studying. The little Italian couple, the Bagginis, had no grandchildren and were always welcoming no matter the day or the hour. She was a kindly soul who liked to cook and bake. Her husband restored and resold antiques. Together, they taught me to appreciate both of their hobbies. When arthritis claimed their ability to do the work, I stepped in for them. As a result, Mr. Baggini’s customers grew to trust me. The older I became, the better I got and the longer my own list of regular clients grew who would find items for me to fix up for them or have me keep an eye out for special pieces.

After my mother then my father both passed from cancer—during my senior year at the university and then three years later, respectively—I inherited the house since my brothers and sister were already married and had established places of their own. Against my brothers’ wishes, I kept up the tradition of renting out the first-floor bedrooms to graduate students. To appease the boys, I made sure at least one of the tenants was female. And my best friend, Mallory, moved in, as well.

My job as a wedding and event planer kept me busy. During the winter months, I continued my hobby of working on the odd restoration projects. And then there was cleaning and upkeep on the house now that I was a homeowner.

The only lawn was a short stretch of grass out front between the flowerbeds and the sidewalk along the street. A neighbor kid mowed it for me at the price of a plate of homemade treats each month. The backyard was a large wooden deck that stepped down to narrow gravel beds on either side of the walk leading to the two-car garage. Other than planting, weeding, and watering the flowers, my main focus was on the majority of the ground floor and all of the second level inside. The four of us shared cleaning the kitchen, but the tenants took care of their two bedrooms and the shared bathroom at the back of the house. Upstairs, I had moved into my parents’ suite and converted my old bedroom into a workshop, using my father’s office to operate my business. Mallory occupied the third floor bedrooms and my mother’s office to do her fashion designing. All-in-all, we were a well-oiled machine.

Regardless of what went on in my life now as an adult, I chose to keep my mother’s tradition of Sunday dinners. She had always made a big to-do about having a large meal at noon where we all sat around the table together to recharge before a week of hectic schedules. The graduate students included. My roommate and rotating tenants, who were now my family, agreed to share the load and alternate cooking one weekend each month. It was nice to sit around the table again and catch up, if only for an hour.

With no more classes in the house, it was quieter. The front room had long been returned to its original intent. Sometimes, I sat on the couch in there staring into the empty silence. Seeing only the dust particles dancing in the sunlight while I remembered my father’s deep timbre or my mother’s lilting voice during their lectures while I would sit on the other side of the closed pocket-doors.

I had no trouble continuing my parents’ agreement with the university to board two students. At first, there was a waiting list that required me to sit in the dean’s office to vet the applicants each summer. However, the completion of a new dormitory two years ago had changed that. It was specifically designed to house those in the graduate program, provided each resident with their own small suite, and—most importantly—was considered “off campus.” My home became an insignificant option in that regard. As a result, my contract was revised to give me the option to board undergraduates, too, but I was hesitant to break tradition.

If I had thought last year’s list of applicants was meager, this year’s was slim pickings. I considered removing İstanbul Escort myself from the list of available housing entirely as I didn’t need the money. But I enjoyed the company. Or at least the knowledge that there were other people in the house. Especially since Mallory had gotten engaged the previous winter to Joe, her long-term boyfriend, with whom she’d kept the relationship out of the house since he lived alone. She’d given notice this past summer that she would be moving out by mid-November when they were getting married.

A combination of new paperwork and a mix-up with new staff at the housing office sealed my fate. Two students were scheduled to arrive for the fall semester. One boy, one girl. What showed up on my doorstep a week before classes began was one man.

Lachlan had the look of Jon Snow in “Game of Thrones” with his dark eyes and curly, black hair. But his quiet, brooding nature reminded me more of Jude Law in “Gattaca.” He was in stark contrast to my own outgoing personality, blue eyes, and long, blonde hair. I was an all-American girl. He said his family was from England, but he didn’t have the accent to go along with his British heritage. Such a shame. Still, he had a nice voice and an even better smile.

From our very brief conversations, I gathered that he spent a lot of his time in the library when he wasn’t in classes. In the house, he mostly kept to his room. But on the weekends, I would hear him come in late, which convinced me he was probably hitting the bars. I didn’t blame him. He would need a way to unwind after studying all week. I half wondered if he had a girlfriend at the university. It wouldn’t surprise me. He was easy on the eyes. But if so, he never brought her around.

Mallory was out of the house more often finalizing preparations for the wedding. When she had admitted she was using another planner because she wanted me—her best friend—as her maid of honor and to enjoy myself as a guest, I’d told her there were no hard feelings. So, I was all alone the day my sister Trish was in town and stopped by to get something out of the attic two weeks into the semester.

Trish expressed concern that I was by myself with a strange man in the house. That that there wouldn’t be another female living with me in a couple of months. I made her promise not to tell my brothers, who resided out of state. Then I reminded her I was a mature adult and had been doing this for seven years. I assured her that all applicants were strictly vetted, including Lachlan. She had nothing to worry about. If there was trouble, the campus police station was three doors down.

Little did I know, what I would need was the fire department.

For three months, I was able to keep our relationship professional as landlord and tenant. But I had unintentionally mixed up a irresistible pot. I was a successful woman at barely thirty-two who kept in shape. Lachlan was an attractive, younger man of five years with no other authority figures around. Over those twelve weeks, something was definitely brewing.

There were the sidelong glances or seemingly accidental brushes of a hand or arm I’d catch in passing. And sometimes, I had a feeling that I was being watched while moving around the main level. I’d turn to find no one there, but I was sure at least twice that I saw him departing the room.

When he’d first moved in, I’d asked him if he’d like to join the Sunday meals with Mallory and I. He hadn’t verbally accepted or rejected the invitation, but he’d shown up at noon the following day. It had been awkward, the three of us sitting there eating in mostly silence except for the brief request to pass a dish. My mind had suddenly gone blank with any topic to broach, and Mallory seemed to be afflicted with the same ailment. It had been one of our shortest meals. When I was alone with her again, she said she had an appointment and was out the door before I could ask her what she thought was up.

Lachlan avoided lunch the following Sunday, and Mallory was busy with her fiancé, so I ate alone. But later in the day, I saw Lachlan sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book. He slowly lifted his gaze to mine when I came in from the kitchen after returning from running errands. I said hello. He tipped his chin and continued to watch me while I crossed over to the stairs, but he remained silent. Then he shifted his gaze to his book.

He did not attend any more meals, though Mallory and I continued to eat together for the most part. Maybe it was for the best. The palpable tension in the air that first Sunday had made the food less enjoyable. At least for me.

Over the next three weeks, there were more strange encounters. I wanted to talk about them, but I didn’t know how to approach him. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. And I didn’t want him to think I was offended, because I wasn’t. I was just…confused.

On two separate occasions, he’d stopped while passing me. By his inhale Kadıköy Escort and how he opened his mouth slightly, it seemed he wanted to ask me something. But then his eyes would lower, and all I heard was his slow exhale before he continued on his way. Both times, Mallory entered the room immediately after.

Just this Thursday, Mallory and I had spread out her gathered ideas for reception decorations on the dining room table. She ran upstairs to get something, and I turned to find Lachlan in the living room again—this time in a chair by the window—using his laptop. He lifted his eyes just when I opened my mouth to say hello, but Mallory returned at that moment, picking up our previous conversation. She didn’t even seem to notice him sitting there, or at least didn’t acknowledge him.

Then there was Saturday. I threw a cookout for Mallory and Joe, inviting some of our friends. We were all standing on the deck out back, one of the guys manning the grill while the rest drank beer and told horror stories of being married. Us ladies were sipping cocktails, relaxing and enjoying the autumn weather from our chairs under the umbrella. I looked up to see Lachlan leaving the garage. Mallory had insisted on him parking in her spot since she was rarely here anymore and could park her car on the street when she was around. I knew he had left sometime this morning, and it was almost dusk now. I wondered where he had been. I watched him pull the side door shut. He was walking up the stepping-stone path when he raised his head. Our gazes seemed to meet before he glanced around and must have realized there was a party going on. Then he turned on his heel and departed to the garage again. A moment later, I saw his car driving down the alley.

Later that night after the guests were gone and the deck was cleaned up, I pondered on a conversation I’d had with Mallory. I was in the mood to bake a whole chicken for Sunday dinner. Unfortunately, she was unavailable. It was a long shot, but I wrote a note and taped it to Lachlan’s closed bedroom door. Worst case, I’d just have a lot of leftovers. To my surprise, he showed up at noon just as I was pulling the bird out of the Dutch oven. The first time with just the two of us was even more awkward than when we’d eaten as three. It felt like a first date that we’d been forced to go on, and I’d regretted even suggesting the meal.

I was floored when he left me a note the next day saying that he had enjoyed eating with someone else for a change. He knew the first time hadn’t worked out, but he would like to try having Sunday dinner again next week…and could he cook it? That same day, Mallory told me that she was going to have to bow out of the dinners as she was going to be spending Sundays with Joe from now on. The news wasn’t surprising, and it was a bit of a relief. So, I wrote back on Lachlan’s note saying I accepted his offer, and I looked forward to having lunch with him. It was an unusual way to communicate with someone living in your own house, but everything about our arrangement seemed unconventional.

That first meal he cooked? I’d never eaten so well in my life. My mother and Mrs. Baggini, bless their hearts, had nothing on this guy. If he was trying to impress me with his culinary skills, he had succeeded. Of course, I expressed my appreciation in a note. His response was to offer alternating weeks. I wrote back that I agreed.

Though we both tended to be silent while we ate, he sometimes offered me a glimpse of his endearing smile. As the weeks went on, he opened up more about his thesis, which discussed the effects of music on the youth and society since 1950. He asked my opinion on various groups and genres that I’d grown up with. Had I thought what I had listened to affected who I was? My siblings? My parents? By Halloween, we were openly debating the British Invasion.

And I learned his father was British. He’d married an American woman while temporarily working in the states. Lachlan was born here but had lived with his parents and his younger brother overseas for the most part. They’d returned to the U.S. after he graduated high school to take care of his maternal grandmother. When she passed, he’d stayed with his family stateside, although his brother went back to England to finish his education. And now, Lachlan was living with me.

Mallory hadn’t quite moved out yet, but she had become scarce by mid-November. Lachlan seemed more relaxed without her around. I hadn’t really considered that my best friend could be the reason my tenant was an introvert. I was tempted to ask him about it, but it didn’t matter now. I was just glad he was feeling more at ease…that he could be himself.

At one time, I had begun to regret letting him live here. But now, I looked forward to seeing him each day, even if in passing. He laughed at my lame attempts at jokes. Seemed to linger while we both cleaned up the kitchen regardless of who had cooked. Not to mention, the daily Ataşehir Escort interactions were more frequent. Whenever he smiled at me, it lifted my spirits.

It occurred to me that I was starting to see him as more than a tenant. More than a friend. That maybe his actions were because he felt the same way about me. But I told myself I was imagining it all…I was only desiring him because we were two apparently single people living under the same roof. And we had a good, professional relationship. We shouldn’t screw that up.

To counteract my wayward thoughts, I concentrated more on what I wore and how I acted around him. Making excuses to be more in my office than downstairs, all the while hoping I hadn’t been subconsciously drawing his attention. And desperately praying that he didn’t see me starting to become the recluse that he had once been.

###

It all went to pieces the Friday night before Thanksgiving when I came home a little tipsy from Mallory’s wedding. Usually, I didn’t mind going to events alone since I was busy being the wedding planner; making sure everything went smoothly. Not having that responsibility tonight and my maid-of-honor’s duties mostly fulfilled by the reception—not to mention the best man was dancing with his wife most of the night—there was a lot of time for my thoughts to wander. I focused on my singleness, instead. My loneliness. Hence the imbibing.

After the third glass of champagne, I was glad I hadn’t driven to the reception hall. My displeasure about my relationship status was gradually numbed…as were my senses. By the time I took a cab home at midnight, I’d had eight glasses, which led to me standing at the backdoor playing whack-a-mole with my key and the doorknob. My snickering didn’t help things. When the key finally engaged properly with the keyhole, I grinned stupidly at my reflection in the decorative window in the door and licked my lips to make sure they were still there because they had lost feeling at least an hour ago.

I clumsily kicked my shoes off in the kitchen. My purse and keys joined them on the floor, though I swear I aimed for the counter. Impaired common sense further convinced me I didn’t need a light on to get around my own house. Which is why I bumped into the living room couch and a bookshelf then mistook the floor lamp for my long-term guest, wishing it, “Good evening, Sir,” in a bad British accent and asking why he was standing in the dark.

I was giggling loudly at my faux pas when I saw Lachlan standing just outside of the guest bathroom, the wall sconces above the sink blinding against the rest of the darkness. I stumbled toward him, abandoning my zigzagging path to the stairs. I repeated my greeting with a big grin then went to take another step, but my entire body pitched forward instead.

He caught me by my arms. Gravity tumbled us into the hallway wall. I slurred something about him being a light in shining armor.

I tried to focus on his eyes, my hands gripping his biceps for support. I knew somewhere in my addled brain that he was heading out for the night, and I suddenly hated that. I wanted him to stay home for once. To stay with me. I tried to tell him, but all that came out was a garbled, “D’ go,” that matched my wonky state.

He smelled so good. He felt even better. And I was pretty sure he was single, like me.

I didn’t care anymore that I was his landlord. Being in his arms felt good. I leaned my head back a little more. If he wanted to kiss me…

But he silently led me up to my room and helped me into bed where he tucked the covers around my fully-dressed body. Then he softly closed the door. Damn him.

In the morning, Lachlan found me nursing my second cup of coffee at the dining room table under a ray of warm sunlight. A headache and the vestiges of an unsettled stomach reminded me why I didn’t drink often, and even less frequently to the excess I had the night before. He didn’t look any worse for the wear, and it was a struggle not to growl at him. How did he do it? Was it a guy thing? I didn’t remember ever being able to pull an all-nighter at the club and wake up looking as good as he did. Then again, I half-doubted he’d been to bed yet.

He gave me a brief, “Morning, Jemma,” and then disappeared behind me. I assumed to either hit the hay or go out the front door into the land of the living. I think I grunted a reply. I hadn’t paid much attention to what he was wearing last night, so I was unable to determine if he’d been home and changed or was just coming in. He probably didn’t even remember our encounter…or had brushed it off as just another drunk girl throwing herself at him. Literally.

Ten minutes later, I got up to refill my cup. I was at the kitchen counter, waiting on the machine to heat up the water so it could run it through the pre-filled cup in the dispenser, when he came in. I heard his footsteps stop. Then I felt his eyes on my back.

I gave him a weary gaze over my shoulder. “Something I can help you with?”

His mouth was twisted in a contemplative frown. His left hand rested on the counter beside him. I couldn’t hear his fingers tapping, but they moved up and down in that unconscious way they sometimes do when one is lost in thought.

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After the long drive, he walked into the hotel, mostly nervous from the traffic and a hard days work, but calming down some. The long drive had given him time to think maybe too much time, thoughts of things that could never be raced through his mind. Things he dared not speak aloud and he prayed that he did not talk in his sleep. Though for now he slept alone, that was not always the case. Everything thing about her made him ache deep inside. It had been forever since they’d last seen each other, would time have calmed their carnal instincts? He didn’t know, but there was no time now to think about such things. He hadn’t driven two hours to walk away now, even if he could.

She had told him to meet her in the lobby of her hotel. Even from that it sounded a little seedy. He approached the stairs, he felt drunk, almost as if in a dream world. He took one step at a time, slowly he thought, no reason for him to make a fool of himself, at least not yet. Observing the room, studying it, examining each face for the one woman he was looking for. By the top of the stairs he had closely taken note of every businessman, every “know-it-all” in the fancy yet over priced hotel. All bars seem to share one thing in common he thought as he smiled drunks.

Still nothing, she had said the main lobby, why had he turned into the bar he thought and he laughed again, thinking because I need a drink, maybe a quick one before I see her wouldn’t hurt. Then he heard his name, like the sound of angels, he heard his name, and he turned quickly, almost to quickly to see a strange woman sitting in a little window alcove. The light reflecting off her hair was almost magical; ‘wow’ he thought to himself, if all else fails, this could be interesting. Then, as if you could hear the gears ticking in his head, she smiled softy, her eyes seemed to engulf him, her face which he had memorized and played back in his minds-eye a thousand times. Her hair was just below the shoulder, and rich darker red, the dress she wore was black, low cut in the front, and a split up the leg, he was sure if he followed it closely he would find heaven. That smile he thought, then it occurred to him how long he might have been standing there. It was a big change, he had always been parcel to blondes, and of course as all men it seems, long hair was a major plus. There was something about this though, it intrigued him, and made him think again about what he was doing. It was almost as if he were meeting a complete stranger. She asked him if he’d like a drink, she was having a drink so he thought why not, he looked for the bartender who had obviously left her station. He returned to his sit and they began to talk.

It had been along time since they had seen each other, over a year. They had emailed and talked on the phone for a few minutes but nothing more really. Yet, the picked up like they had they had never missed a beat. He loved that about her, she stirred so many emotions in him. She was beautiful, inside and out. He thought to himself, she will always be there, that made him a little more comfortable. He had had his share of one nightstands and even, though not to seem conceded; a few times where that was all the ladies wanted. Sometimes that was ok, but not now, he needed to be appreciated and made to laugh. Yes, he was in it for him, if it benefited her great, but he was looking out for number one.

She smiled and leaned towards him, ‘How have you been?’ she asked.

Trying to keep his eyes focused on hers without seeming too obvious where his eyes were really looking he replied, ‘Fine’ and smiled.

His seemingly acceptable response to her question gave him time to look her in the eye and internally reprimand his eyes for wandering downward towards her perfect cleavage. The low cut dress left enough to the imagination to keep it running for a while, but even the most unobservant male couldn’t help but notice the white lace bra, which concealed yet revealed her smooth skin and cut nicely across her bosom. They talked for a few moments, as he nervously looked around, at this point desperate for that drink. She had finished hers but he had yet begun to drink. He would need a considerable amount of alcohol this evening he thought to himself to remain calm and if all restraint failed he could, in theory blame at least some of it on the booze.

The table was small but workable, as they talked for a while, he tended to cross his legs in the more female tradition, he had given up on the, I am man hear me roar, conventional way of the ‘figure four’ and settled to what was comfortable. As he rearranged his legs she felt she would too. She turned to the side and as she lifted her leg to cross the other the split in the dress made it’s way clear exposing her Kartal Escort finely shaped thigh. At this point he couldn’t help but stare. Frozen in time the thoughts that ran through his mind, dropping to his knees and gently caressing and kissing the uncovered area. Moving his hand upward… He got the feeling someone was staring at him. Snapped back to reality a quick and well-timed joke covered the moment of silence. She had to know he thought to himself, she was doing this on purpose. She knew his desire for her; she knew his inner fantasies. She was teasing him, and doing so very well. He could hardly move and she knew it. Was it a mind game tonight? Was this the beginning of a torrid night of passion? Probably not, but remaining the semi gentleman he claimed to be and that his mother had raise, dinner would be the first manner of business, and it was something to keep his mind occupied. It would be almost impossible for him to daydream while walking down the city streets as they looked for a place to eat.

She paid her bill, he was going to buy her first drink of their evening together, but she put it on the room before he could interject his intentions so he played it off nicely. They headed for the stairs out of the lobby slash bar area of the hotel, and out to the city streets. They really couldn’t have asked for a better day for their outing the sun was setting slowly as it does on a warm spring day and the city streets offered shade from the evening glare. They proceeded down the street, laughing and talking of everything little thing as their evening journey moved forward. She placed her arm around him pulling him close, he smiled as he returned the sweet gesture, and as they regained there distance her hand moved slowly down his back and pitched his butt. He made a whooping sound more as a tension breaker and thanked her; she laughed in a girlish sort-of-way, which all in all wasn’t her style.

He began to wonder what he was doing here. She was everything he’d ever wanted and knew he could never have. She was intelligent, beautiful and a wit that would make even the sharpest of knives jealous. She was happily married though, or so he had been led to believe, and as for him, he was in a relationship, which was sure to lead to marriage and all the other wonderful things in life. Yet here they were, flirting with each other like it was their last days of life. Thoughts of the people it might hurt where totally gone. No one could find them here, no one would see them, there was nothing to loose and only their on personal satisfaction to gain. They could for once be themselves together without the prying eyes of friends and neighbors. Freedom can go to your head sometimes. This was one of those times, he thought. He placed his arm round her again, pulling her close as she put her head on his shoulder. They looked at each other and gently kissed. It wasn’t a story book kiss but one of true emotion, one of hope and caring. His thoughts about the kiss lasted longer than the kiss itself, but it was well worth the extra effort to him. He wondered what she thought about when she kissed him; did it move her as much as it did him? Now was no time to ask food was in order and neither could decide.

They tried to find a place to eat but couldn’t really decide they finally stopped at an overly fancy restaurant. As they ordered both began to realize that maybe the burger joint down the street would have offered more satisfaction than the meals they had decided on, but live and learn they thought. They talked held hands and generally enjoyed each others company, but soon it would be time to depart.

Their love of a good cup of coffee led them back to the hotel, not that a good cup was to be found there but his car was and the city streets offered little selection, so they got into the car and exited the hotel in search of latte’ satisfaction.

The drive was far from quiet, both talking away catching up on all the old news and stuff going on in their lives. As they drove the little gasoline light reminded him of how much he had wanted to see her, as he failed to stop for it on the way down. Pulling into the nearest station he began to pump the gasoline and she opened her door catching his attention and giving him a sultry look then motioning a kiss, he returned the favor and winked with a smile.

After riding around for a while the conversation moving along nicely with only the occasional moment of silence, she crossed her legs again letting the dress fall to the way side. He noticed a scratch and the conversation continued from there. All he could think in his mind was how much he wanted to touch her, and to feel her body against his. Hoping he wasn’t over stepping his bounds and thinking Tuzla Escort the moment was right he reached over and placed his hand on her leg. Silky soft and firm he gently massaged it for a moment ready to remove it at the first sign she was uncomfortable. The sign never came but driving in a relatively straight line did. He removed his hand and proceeded to drive with both hands.

An hour later realizing that neither of them knew enough about this city to find a good cup of coffee they returned to her hotel room, and ordered room service.

She walked around the room with grace and he studied her every move. This was the only really noticeable awkward moment for the night, not too bad considering how long they had been apart, and all the teasing that had been going on that evening. Everything about her was beauty, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss her lips again, to hold her close to him, even to make love to her. She motioned as if her neck hurt and he offered to rub her neck and back. She agreed and asked where he would like her to position herself. He looked around the small room and told her the bed, she looked at him and he knew he had messed up. She saw the troubled look on his face and moved towards the bed against her better judgement it seemed. She lay down and he began to rub her neck and back, to say it felt tense would be an understatement he thought. Her hair he moved to the side though she never got comfortable, her eyes never closed as the use to when he would rub her back and soon after he stopped. Obviously nervous she stood up and looked at him. ‘I’m going to change into something more comfortable”, she said and moved to the dresser to find what she wanted to wear. She picked with him again saying he would now get to see what she slept in. He gazed over at her with a wicked smile on his face while she was still rummaging through her evening attire. ‘I don’t have anything sexy to sleep in’, she stated. He thought to himself just waking up to her would be more than sexy enough, but didn’t say anything aloud.

She returned from the bathroom, in her oversized men’s pajama’s which he found to be quite adorable. Here was the sensuous woman, dressed in clothes big enough to fit two of her in. Yet, that face and though the cloth gave no hint of the tight body that lie beneath, he knew what was beneath, and that’s all he need know. They talked for a while still chatting over all the things going on in there lives the occasional touch was expected. Sometimes they went out of their way to be close to each other, close enough to feel the others skin, and for him to smell her, and how sweet she smelled even after a long day at work. He lay on his back, on the bed again, just trying to get comfortable; she approached him and began to touch his chest. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her warm touch. To feel her touching him was like heaven. She undid a button he looked at her surprised, she said she only wanted a peek. She already knew she could do anything she wanted to him and there would be no objections.

Maybe that was the issue, he was hers and she knew it. She could have him anytime she wanted, any way she wanted. She knew this, and he probably should have played a little hard to get. It wasn’t long before she returned to her chair across the room and slowly sipped her coffee. He stood up and leaned against the bedpost and the conversation continued. The large pajama shirt even buttoned to the top exposed her white lace bra and he occasionally would glance downward towards her breasts as she and he talked. The bra cut over the top of her chest nicely and the cleavage was hard to turn away from. He had left his shirt open hoping to temp her with his bare chest, tan from the sun and tanning bed. His stomach wasn’t even too much trouble to hold in as the job had shaped him up pretty well over the last month or so prier to their time together that night.

He had started some rant about the current situation at work when she walked towards him spreading apart his shirt, she place her arms around him. Kissing him gently on the neck slowly moving her way around, biting his neck and then his ear. All these things she knew exactly what it would do to him. In fact it wouldn’t be unfair to say she was pushing her luck with him. His mind was racing as her heated breath covered his neck he put his arms around her and pulled her to him and they kissed. Passionate as he remembered, maybe even more so, never had such a pleasurable pain consumed him, until she pulled away. Almost more then he could take, she pulled away from him and returned to her seat, an evil little grin on her sweet face. Little did she know how close she was to pushing him over the edge, only Anadolu Yakası Escort with the greatest of restraint was he able to hold himself back from taking her into his arms and pulling her on to the bed.

No, he knew he could never do that to her, no matter how much he wanted to. He respected her more than any other person he had known. She was no push over, no matter how much she could pretend to be when she wanted too. He would never do anything to her that would make her feel threatened. He valued her opinion of him too much. The ball was totally in her court, they both had much to loose, but he would not press her, he would not push her, she would have to come to him willingly.

He moved behind her, set down her lighter and though her eyes follow him for a second she finally turned to where he could get at her soft neck, he moved her hair aside and began to kiss softly. Then treating her much like she treated him he began to kiss her and run his fingers through her hair. When this became too much for him he retreated. She set the runs for the game they would play tonight. He would go only as far as she was comfortable with, and no further. He didn’t want to upset her, nor would he give even one reason for her to mistrust him. His fantasies about her would hold him until she decided it was right. Maybe they would never be together again. He didn’t really know but it made him feel better that she would like to see him again, and had he pushed his luck, she might never want to again.

He kneeled in front of her resting his head on her leg, his arms stretched over her legs he massaged then as the talked. Moving upwards he massaged her thighs moving in and out over her loose pajamas. He quickly realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, he commented and she told him that she hadn’t all day. His thoughts drifted back to the long black dress and the split up the dress to her thigh, it was almost like physical pain struck him. She was arching her feet upwards, though he really wasn’t sure why, if she was comfortable that was cool with him, he thought more of just moving in to kiss her, so he did. Their kisses where always passionate, always heated, but she knew what she was doing he hoped, she knew how to bring out the animal in him and she pushed every button to get him started. They kissed again and again; she squeezed him hard between her legs. He moved upwards even more pulling her towards him and the edge of the chair. He wanted her so bad the ache in his loins was almost more than he could bear. The moment heated up even more he couldn’t help himself any longer as he buttoned her night shirt she moved even closer biting and kissing even more intensely on his neck. He reached behind her and unbuttoned her bra, lifting it upward to release her breast into his cupped hand.

One of the topics of conversation earlier that night had been about her breast and breast in general. She really didn’t see the big deal, she had seen many at workout and couldn’t really understand the attraction. Then again, she had never seen her breast through his eyes. They were even more perfect than he remembered them to be. Firm round, but soft to the touch and as he lower his lips to her nipple she moaned softly. Embracing it he moved his tongue over her nipple. He was quick about it; though he could have spent literally hours on each breast and still never grown tired of them. He knew it wouldn’t be long before she regain herself and realized what she was doing, what she was risking. He was right, she pulled away from him she stood up and moved away. He turned to the chair and sat down. Still wanting her to give in to her desires, and to him. It wasn’t to be that night though no matter how much he wished. She was a good person, another thing that attracted him to her, but she was human too. He tried to comfort her as best he could and let her know that it was alright, he would not push her anymore that night. There were times during the conversation that he pushed but not as hard as he would have normally. He knew it was time to go he knew that he would have to leave no matter how much he wanted to stay with her. She wouldn’t allow him to stay with her; she wouldn’t have him sleeping next to her. The night holds many mysteries and this would be one of them. How she slept would be on his mind that night was she warm, was she comfortable. Was she okay with what had happened although in his mind not nearly enough.

As he departed he wished her a good night and couldn’t help but tease her one more time, running his hand softly brushing between her legs. She whispered how bad he was as he left, he motioned one last kiss goodnight. She turned and closed the door.

The drive home was long and gave him time to think about what had happened and more over what hadn’t. He hoped he hadn’t pushed her too far, he hoped she hadn’t pushed herself. Maybe one day they would be together again, neither knew when and really neither knew if they would ever hold each other again so close. He only hoped.

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James was so nervous as he drove. He had finally decided to do it. He was crossing the line. He had chatted for years but never imagined that he would actually go and meet someone from the Internet. He couldn’t help it. His passion had grown too great to fight it anymore. This woman was much too alluring, much too enticing to resist. There was something about her that he could not fight. He had to be with her. He was breaking ever rule and every principle that he had ever learned, but he didn’t care. He had to go. He fought with this decision in his mind for months, but now he had the opportunity. He had moved into his new apartment just last week, and he felt freer, then he had ever felt before. He didn’t care that legally he was still married; he had to be with Sabrina.

James pulled into the hotel parking lot. She had chosen a nice hotel. He let her pick it out. He wanted her to be comfortable. He didn’t know what to expect or what would happen, although he had hopes of what would come of their encounter. All he was told was to bring the latest story. He was up until 2:00 am to finish writing it. He did not want to disappoint her. He even rewrote it three times to make sure that it was perfect. He finally decided it was good enough when it made him hard and he didn’t even have to touch himself. He only hoped that it would be good enough for her.

Sabrina was so happy to hear that he had finally moved out. She heard all of the horror stories that were trapped in his brain. Even though she felt sorry he had to go through those things, she was very happy that he had finally left. No one should be treated that way. She can still remember the chat:

M28losangeles: hey Sabrina, guess what?

The_sexy_lady: what?

M28losangeles: Congratulate me; I’m in a hotel.

It made her so happy to hear that he had the courage to leave. Even though they had only chatted over the Internet, they had grown to be friends, and of course, she loved the wonderful stories that came from his erotic mind. She wondered if the real life James would be as hot and erotic as the online one. She really hoped so.

Riding up the elevator, his heart began to pound. Sabrina had only seen an older picture of him, and he wondered if she would be attracted to the real thing. Would she like the physical man as much as she enjoyed the intellectual one? Would she care for him the way he cared for her? Would she want to touch him as much as he wanted to touch her? The elevator doors opened.

Room 512, 513, 514, and finally here it was, room 515, the last door in the hall. He noticed that the room number had 15 in it, which was his favorite number. He stood there for one second and tried to compose himself before he knocked. He checked his clothes and hair in the mirror that was down the hall, but his nervousness prompted him to check it again. He went shopping for just the right outfit, black slacks, and a nice burgundy shirt. He also wore his favorite cologne. He had brought an apple. He wasn’t sure why she had asked him to bring it with the story, but he did anyway.

He took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened and his heart pounded like it had never pounded before. She was beautiful, stunning actually. She stood before him in a black miniskirt, white button down blouse, and high heels. Her glasses were on and she had a serious, professional look about her. A few strands of hair were blown by the wind of the door and covered her right eye. She only motioned with her head to move it away, and James lost his breath. Even with a simple motion of her head, she demonstrated how sexy she was.

“Come on in, I have been waiting for you.” She said sternly.

James looked at his watch as he moved inside. He didn’t understand he was right on time. 5:00 pm on the nose.

“Take a seat, class is about to begin.” She said in a playful voice.

Now he understood the apple and the story. It was an assignment, and she was the teacher. He looked around the room and to the left he noticed that next to the king sized bed was a desk. It was the kind of desk that would normally be found in an average hotel suite. It had a plain flat top and nothing but four legs underneath. . A laptop sat on top of the desk on the left and some papers on the right. A red pen sat on top of the paper.

She had moved the table it to face him. A chair was sitting nearly behind the desk.

He looked to his right and saw what he assumed to be his desk. A very simple four legged table. There was nothing on it.

“Here is your apple Ms. Sabrina. I picked it out just for you!” He said playfully in return.

“Just put it on my desk, James. Did you bring your homework?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Good, have a seat and I will collect it in a moment.”

He walked over to her desk and placed the apple on the corner, as he did he went and sat in his seat. As she walked from the doorway to her desk, her scent trailed behind her. It was the sweetest perfume that had ever enticed his senses. He closed his eyes and followed the Bayan Eskort scent. He noticed that he was moving in her direction. He caught himself and quickly sat up.

He watched her as she moved behind the desk, graceful and sensual. Even her movements drove him wild. She was feminine and sensual and he was not used to this. As she walked to get behind the desk, he noticed the skirt had a short slit up the front and he could see even more of her inner thigh. She knew how to entice a man and she was doing an excellent job with him. Everything about her drove him wild.

She sat down gracefully. He could see her cross her right leg over her left under the table. He noticed that her calves were perfect, and his eyes become fixated on them. He could not take his eyes off her. It was not lust but pure infatuation, like a precious piece of art. She completely captivated his mind.

As she organized her papers he quickly looked around, the sun was setting out the window. She had chosen a room that faced the ocean and she left the blinds open. He loved the ocean. Maybe they could go down later and walk on the beach n the sand. He tired very hard to take the whole room in quickly. She had gotten ice and some drinks. Was that a bottle of wine? There was also a small box on the nightstand.

His attention returned to her when she said, “Ok, now lets take roll.” She sat up straight as she talked, fully playing the part. “James, are you here?”

He raised his hand like the class nerd and changed his voice to sound like the geek that everyone made fun of in class. “Present!”

She tried very hard not to laugh but allowed herself to let out a small giggle. She continued to smile. That is what he was after, that wonderful smile. The smile that made the butterflies in his stomach fly away, the smile that made peace come over him, the smile that made his heart happy.

She composed herself and asked, “You have your homework, correct?”

“Yes”

“Please bring it to me.”

He moved from around the desk and walked toward her. He handed the story to her and smiled and waited.

“You may sit down now, thank you.” He sat back down as he was asked.

She picked up the small stack of papers and began to read them. His eyes where fixed on her face. He wanted to see every little reaction. He watched her eyes. They were amazing, sexy and alluring. She had an exotic look about her eyes, and they now hypnotized him. He wanted to know if she would approve of his latest creation.

Sabrina liked what she was reading. It was the best story he had written to date. It was hot, and sexy. It made her tingly and flushed. So many times, she had read his stories but never right here in front of him. With him there, it was more sensual and erotic then before, and her body responded to what her eyes were reading. For the first time, his story was making her wet.

James watched every little detail on her face. He even leaned forward, studying her and waiting for any little reaction. When her eyebrow rose, in the sexy way that she raised it, he became excited, and when she frowned, he frowned, wondering what part of the story did not meet her approval.

When she turned the page, she was becoming warm and she wanted to show him how much she was enjoying the story. She unbuttoned another button on her blouse, and he could see just a slight bit of her white lace bra. He sat back and smiled. He was accomplishing what he had set out to do. He wanted to please her and now she had silently told him that she was pleased.

When she turned to page three, she uncrossed her legs, and left them open slightly. Her gyrated slightly as the words that were on the page went through her eyes and stimulated her mind. She opened her legs a little more. She wanted him to see how excited she was and how she was being more open to him.

She looked up at him over the page but did not raise her head. She could see that his head was leaning to one side. He was looking up her skirt and this aroused her as much as the words on the page. She quickly looked down again. She didn’t want him to stop looking. She wanted his eyes to caress her body, the way his words were caressing the sensual part of her mind. She wanted him to see. She shifted her hips so that he would be able to see even more of her. She again peeked over the page without raising her head. She wanted to see his face as she “accidentally” brushed her hand against the outside of her thigh. When her already short skirt raised another two inches, James’s eyes became wide and she knew that he could now see her white lace panties. It made her even hotter.

This story was amazing. It was all for her. The story was a special creation that was inspired by her, and was for her. She was so turned on by the fact that it was her name that was in black and white, on page after page of this delicious story. She slid her hand through the opening of her white blouse and softly caressed her own chest. Her skin wanted to be touched. It was craving Anadolu Yakası Escort the skin of another pressed up against it. It longed for the heat of another. It begged to be caressed. For the time being her hand would have to do. She didn’t want to ruin this wonderful scenario that the two of them were creating.

Page 5 was the hottest sex she had ever read about and now she was totally ready for some herself. The lower here eyes traveled down the paged, the lower her hand traveled down her body. Her clitoris was swollen and hot and it called to her hand. The two were like magnets, unavoidably drawn to one another. By the time she was halfway down the page, her hand was touching her private area, but it was not private to James. He was able to watch every motion of her hand, the way her hand slowly and methodically moved over her panties and then massaged her aching clit.

The fact that he was watching her only made her even more excited and she noticed her temperature rising. As her eyes read the end of the story, she could not believe what he had done. She put the papers down and threw her head back. Her legs were spread wide now and James could see that her hands craved to be under those panties but she fought to control herself. At the same time, his large bulge was also craving to be free, but he too was fighting to maintain control.

He watched her slowly compose herself. Her legs closed and she sat up straight again. She drew in large breaths of air through her nose and let it out quickly through her mouth. She was hot and every fiber of her being was now focused on sex. She had to have it and she had to have it quickly. The words on the page filled her mind and the scenario she read about was just too much. Her head was spinning, with everything out of focus except for one thing. The only thing that was clear was that she had to have him inside her.

She sat forward and opened the red pen. She made a mark on it and as she stood, she quickly got back into character.

“James, I am rather disappointed in this story. It fell far below my expectations. ” She was playfully lying and they both knew it.

“I’m sorry but I have decided to give you an ‘F’.” She tossed the paper on his desk and he turned it around to read her mark. Even the way she wrote her F was purely feminine.

“But I am a very fair teacher James, I will give you the chance to earn a little extra credit so you can bring your grade up.” She was now standing right in front of him, and was bent over. He looked up so see the most perfect breasts under the sexiest white lace bra that he had ever seen. She stood up and moved around the table, his eyes fixed on her every move. She then sat down on the table and slid across so that she was sitting right in front of him. He moved back slightly to give her enough room to cross her legs, and again, he noticed how perfect they were. “Would you like to earn some extra credit James?” She said pausing before the word extra.

“Yes Ms. Sabrina, I would appreciate that.” He said, not exactly knowing where this was going but he hoped it was going in the sexual direction.

“Well James, I have been watching you in my class. You are getting so strong. Are you working out in gym class? “

“Oh yes I am, thank you for noticing.”

“Well I can turn that F to a D, if you remove your shirt.” They were both smiling now. They wanted to laugh, but they wanted to keep it erotic so they held themselves together, only allowing smiles.

James slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and when he removed it, her eyes looked him up and down. His chest was well defined and his abs was defined. He was muscular and strong. It pleased to know that undressed, he was even more appealing and not the other way around.

“Hmmm, that is ok but I don’t think you should get your D yet. I think to earn that, you need to also remove my shirt.” She said as her eyes playfully looked at him.

He reached over and unbuttoned her blouse slowly, methodically. Even though they were only buttons that he was touching, she could tell that his hands were strong and powerful, yet gently and cautious. He slowly slid her blouse over her shoulders exposing them. He gently removed her blouse and carefully tossed it to the bed.

She then said seriously, “No. I still don’t think you deserve a higher grade. I think you are going to have to do more. Take off my bra.”

HE silently did was she wanted him to do. She was a little surprised when he moved forward and leaned over. He tenderly kissed her neck, and then down her neck, and then finally her shoulder, he kissed the strap of her bra, making sure to also make contact with her soft skin underneath. He carefully bit down on her bra strap and slowly moved it over her shoulder. When he released it from his teeth and the strap hit her arm was the first time that Sabrina had noticed that she had stopped breathing. She tried to catch her breath as he moved to the other side. He did the same as he did on the other side. Wither her straps Pendik Escort off, James then reached down and held her petite hands in his. He moved them to his shoulders so that they would not obstruct his as his hands moved over her body. His hands first made contact with her sides and she loved the warmth that they emanated. They were strong, manly hands and he knew exactly what to do with them. He slid them to her back and then in a quick motion, he released the clasp of her bra. He could feel her grab his shoulders more tightly as his hands worked. Her breasts fell to their natural position without being exposed. He then slowly sat down. As he did, her arms slowly lowered with his body, and her bra then fell naturally off of her. When he sat back in his chair, her hands fell to her sides and the bra fell to the floor. She was now exposed to him. His motions, his hands, and his mouth made her wet and wanting, as she looked down from his face, to his chest, to his groin. She saw that he was now fully erect.

She nearly forgot that they were also playing a game. She wanted so desperately to throw herself onto him and enjoy every inch of him, but she instead did her best to clear her head and then with a very large breath, proceeded.

“Very good James, I think you have deserved your D. Now would you like to earn a C”

“Yes Ms. Sabrina, I would.”

“Well then come closer.” He moved his chair closer to her and as he did, she put her heels on his chair, one on each side of him, and again he could see her panties. She leaned back, her arms supporting her weight and helping her to balance.

“To get a C, I want you to remove my panties.” Her eyes were full of passion as the words slowly rolled off her tongue.

He paused for a second and then he placed his hands on the outside of her thighs. He slid them toward her waist. She carefully and slowly pulled down her panties. He pulled them down to the table, and then with one hand under her left buttock, he lifted her gently off of the table. When he had pulled her panties low enough, he switched hands and then pulled them down the rest of the way. Her legs cooperated as he slowly slid her panties the rest of the way down her soft, luscious legs. When he finished, he sat back and watched as she slowly opened her legs to expose the most beautiful pussy had ever seen. It was glistening in the light it was so wet. Her pubic hair was manicured perfectly. There was no hair on her lips and there was the sexiest triangle of neatly trimmed hair above.

She was like a goddess before him. Her skirt and heels were still on but there she was, fully exposing herself to him, giving herself to him. She was leaning back on her arms and her legs were open and bent at the knees. Her pussy was before him, wet, and wanting passion and attention.

He couldn’t play the game anymore and frankly neither of them wanted to. Without being told, his hands began rubbing her legs and his soft, warm, moist, lips started to kiss her knees. He then kissed down her inner thigh. He looked up, and they made eye contact as he came closer to her womanhood. His hands moved up her sides and finally touched her breast the same second that he kissed her pussy. His movements were slow and methodical. He kissed each of her vaginal lips slowly and tenderly. It had been a long time since he was able to perform oral on a woman. He missed it and was going to take his time and enjoy every second. His hands masterfully manipulated her nipples. She was aroused and he could see, smell, and hear how wet she was. It pushed his obsession for her into overdrive.

He parted her with his hands and she anticipated his next move. He wanted to tease her to make her squirm for him. He wanted her to want him more badly then oxygen itself.

He knew what is goal was and he carefully avoided it. Her clit was so swollen that at times it was difficult to avoid, but he worked carefully. Licking here, kissing there, making sure only his hot breath caresses her clit until he was ready. She tried to move her hips in the direction of his tongue as he licked in other areas, which told him that she wanted him badly. He finally gave in. He paused and then covered her whole clitoris with his warm, wet mouth. He sucked on her softly. She gasped as he did. His tongue now played with her, teasing her. She tasted so sweet. He could not get enough of her. As she rolled her head to the side, her eyes opened and the clock said 8:53. She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think about time, the world, or anything on it. She just wanted to enjoy him. She also wanted to give him what he had never had, something special that every man should have. She tried to relax so that it would happen for him.

She had had plenty of men give her oral before, but not like this. He didn’t just lick her; he made love to her with his tongue. His movements were spontaneous, yet deliberate. He would suck softly on her clit, bite it softly with his teeth, flick it with his hot tongue, and then try many different movements that she had never known were actually possible. He was enjoying every second and so was she. He was the kind of man that gained pleasure by giving pleasure. That is why he loved to write the stories. He loved to hear that a woman had gained some pleasure from his stories.

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