The Surprise Ch. 01

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Gina was going to surprise her husband today when he came home from work. It was one thing that he had been hitting on her for three days now and she knew she needed the release, but she hadn’t had the time. So today, he was going to give Charles a taste of his own medicine. She headed out the door and got into her car. ‘Where to start?’ she thought. The first thing that came to her mind was the porn shop across town. So she backed the car out of the driveway and headed that way. On her way she kept thinking about what to buy though, but could not think of anything. As she pulled into the parking lot of the G-Spot, she noticed about three other cars parked there.

“Great, I have to look for something with other eyes watching me,” she said to herself. “Well, maybe they will have some ideas.”

As she walked into the store, she saw the clerk behind the counter who greeted her with a hello and two others shopping, one a man and the other a woman. They looked to be fairly young. She suddenly had an idea and approached the woman who had lovely long brown hair like hers. She looked at her locks as they hung down in front of her shoulders and over her breasts. She loved her hair. She lightly brushed it back with her hand and looked back to the vibrators and dildos contemplating what she wanted to do. She was so off in her thinking that she didn’t notice the other lady walk up to her.

“Good morning,” said the woman startling Gina. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s alright,” Gina said. “I was just thinking about what I wanted to buy to surprise my husband,” she explained.

“What did you want to do?” she asked.

“I wanted to surprise him for once. To go beyond what I have done in the past,” explained Gina.

“The names Tracy,” the woman said. “It sounds to me that what you want to do is put a little spice into your marriage. Am I right?”

“Exactly, but how?” asked Gina.

Tracy looked over at the clerk behind the counter. “Hey George, the room available?” she asked.

George looked İstanbul Escort at his watch. It was still really early.

“Go for it Tracy. It’s all yours. Take your time,” he replied.

Gina was a little confused. She looked over at George and then to Tracy as if silently asking for some explanation. In response, Tracy just led her into a room in the back of the shop. It was a large room and had, to her surprise, a bed and a chair in the room. Tracy motioned for Gina to sit on the bed.

“Are you alright with this?” asked Tracy.

“With what?” asked Gina somewhat confused.

“I’m going to show you how to surprise your husband,” Tracy explained. “I’m going to show you how to make his world turn inside out, but you have to be frank with me. I’m going to do things to you sexually and in return, you should explore your inner self. You need to open your mind to what you need to do.”

Gina took a little bit to think that through then looked down at her blouse. She reached up to unbutton the top button but Tracy stopped her.

“Let me,” she started. Tracy reached up and slowly unbuttoned Gina’s blouse. Gina felt a tremor of excitement run through her body and could tell she was already wet. Tracy, reaching the last button, slowly took the blouse off of Gina’s shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Gina was wearing a black lace bra she had bought at Victoria’s Secret yesterday. Tracy raised an eyebrow.

“My, you were going to surprise him weren’t you?” Tracy teased as she reached around to Gina’s back and slowly undid her bra. As the bra fell away, it revealed two nicely shaped C-cup breasts. The nipples were already hard. Tracy reached up and cupped Gina’s chin with her hand, then brought he mouth up to hers and kissed her slowly at first, then easing her tongue into Gina’s mouth. Gina felt as if her world were exploding. Her body told her to keep going, and she did. She kissed Tracy back and their tongues began to intertwine as the passion took over. Gina ran her hands up and down Tracy’s Escort Bayan body, finally starting to undo her blouse.

As the white blouse fell to the floor, Gina ran her hands over Tracy’s breasts before removing her silk red bra. Tracy moaned. Gina was acting on pure instinct now. As the bra fell away, Gina grabbed one of Tracy’s breasts and started sucking on the nipple. Gina was a natural. She reached down and undid Tracy’s pants and let them drop to the floor then bent down and slide her underpants off. She kissed and suckled Tracy’s legs before hitting home. As her mouth got closer to Tracy’s vagina, she let out a moan.

“Oh yeah baby girl!” she cried. “Fuck me Gina!” And Gina did. She flicked her tongue on Tracy’s pussy lips and sucked on her juices. She reached her hand up and stuck two of her fingers into Tracy’s vagina and listened to Tracy as she went further into her orgasm.

“OH God Yes!” Tracy exclaimed. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” Tracy squeezed her legs together holding Gina’s head between hers to get her to stop. She had reached her climax and could go no further. As the orgasm subsided, she let her legs relax. Gina reached down to feel herself. God she was wet. As Tracy sat up, Gina began to strip the rest of her clothes off. Tracy reached out and toyed with Gina’s clit for a little bit teasing her. Then she inserted two fingers into her vagina and rubbed the top of it to release some much needed sensations in this surprising woman.

“Come here big girl,” ordered Tracy. Gina stepped forward and Tracy took Gina by the shoulders, turned her around, and shoved her back onto the bed. As Gina lie there naked, she had a hundred thoughts going through her head. What was she going to tell her husband, Charles, about this? She started forming a plan around that idea.

“Tracy, I have a request,” Gina started. “Are you up for a threesome?”

Tracy raised an eyebrow. She like this woman. She was thinking on her feet and obviously liked what she was going through, but a threesome was Eskort out of the question, for Brad was just outside the door listening in.

“I don’t think so,” answered Tracy as she watched Gina’s reaction. “I do however want to introduce you to my husband Brad.” After she said that, the door opened and in walked the perfect man Gina had ever seen. Six foot tall, blond hair, blue eyes…that combination is like gold it seems. “Brad, I’d like you to meet my new friend Gina.”

“Hello Gina,” said Brad in a baritone voice. “How about I show you how the real man fucks his lady?”

“Sure thing stud,” answered Gina. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. Brad came over and stroked his wife’s hair. Tracy moved over to sit down on the couch as Brad started taking off his shirt. His chest was something to die for. His pecks were like that of a body builder. As he took off his pants, Gina felt herself getting wet just anticipating his package. God, he was already hard and she could tell that she wasn’t going to be disappointed. He must have been seven, no, eight inches long. He reached his hand down and stroked her face, then knelt down and kissed her. God she was in heaven. That kiss turned into one of the best French kisses, their tongues vying for purchase on each others. Then he made his way slowly down her neck as he slid his hand down to gently massage her clit.

“Ohhh!” she cooed. “Oh that’s it honey. Give me your fingers. MMMmmm.”

As Brad slid two fingers into her vagina, she thought her world was turning upside down. The sensation running through her body was building. Then he bent down and starting licking her clit and oh how good that felt.

“Oh yeah! Oh baby, lick me. Oh fuck yeah!” she screamed. She was cumming. “Yeah! Yeah! Oh, give me your cock! Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard!”

He stood and rammed his rod into her hard. It felt so fucking good, she didn’t want it to end. Then Tracy hit her with a really good idea that she couldn’t resist.

“Gina, how about the three of us go to your place and give your husband a real surprise?” she teased. “It will be so much fun!”

“I can’t wait to see the look on Charles’ face,” replied Gina as she lie there in blissful peace. Good God that was great. Now it’s her turn to turn on her husband.

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The Tide

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Rollllll…Boom! Crash! The tide echoed in my ear as I stood at the edge of the foaming water. The wind gently flowed over my utterly naked skin. I knew that if I glanced back, I would see a self-satisfied smirk, playing over Amberly’s face. Deservedly so, she found this place, and I could find nothing to complain about. Utterly isolated, hidden, from all eyes, it was the perfect hideaway.

Somewhere, in the Caribbean Islands, there is a beach, which has a number of deceptively small pools next to the cliffs, which surround it. If you step in these pools, they are much deeper than they appear. Most people wade into them, and then back out in alarm. Not so, Amberly, who dove down, and discovered the small natural rock tube leading to an opening, which let out into a cave, and thence to this amazing beach, concealed on all sides by tall cliffs.

So here she had led me, to a virtual paradise, where we might wander in absolute abandon, utterly free of all inhibition. And I was entranced, yet somewhat jealous, that she should have discovered this, since I prided myself on being the one who found new exciting things. I turned to look at her as she lay back on the blanket we had brought through in the waterproof pack, I had strapped to my back as we swam through the somewhat claustrophobic underwater tunnel which led here.

As always looking at her I was awed by her beauty. At 5’9″ and 130 pounds with long wavy brunette hair, and piercing blue eyes, which never failed to hypnotize me, each time I looked in them, Amberly always seemed Escort İstanbul a goddess to me. I found myself desirous of her every moment I was near her. But sometimes it irritated me that she should have such a power over me, thus, my irritation that she should discover this treasure, before me.

“Come, please” she said ” and spread this suntan oil over me.” I walked over and straddled the sand next to her, and picked up the bottle of oil. “Turn over, I will do your back first” She flipped over, and settled herself into a comfortable position. “Isn’t this a fabulous beach?”

“Yes” I said, “It’s amazing” I begin to gently squeeze a portion of the oil onto her back. As I did so an idea begin forming in my mind. Starting at her shoulders, I begin to gently and sensuously rub the oil into her neck and back muscles. Kneading and probing with all the skill I could muster, I felt out her tense spots , seeking out where I could get the most response. She sighed gently and began to relax into my ministrations.

Sliding down to her smooth rounded asscheeks, I rubbed the oil in, always as soft and gently as possible. She parted her legs slightly, revealing her closely shaven pussy lips. I deliberately ignored this, and continued to rub and knead her ass, always coming as close as possible, to her sweet little rose-shaped anus, and the flower of her pussy, but never making contact with them. She begin to almost imperceptibly, lift her hips up and down and gently moan into the sand. I slid my hands, well coated with oil down her İstanbul Escort Bayan thighs, and paid special attention to her calves and feet.

Amberly was now very visibly aroused. I could see the moisture gathering on the lips of her sex. so I said “Flip over, time to do the front.” She rolled over, and her eyes were glazed with lust. “Hi” she said, in a husky broken voice that made my cock begin to throb. “Hi” I replied, attempting to sound nonchalant. Taking the bottle of oil I squeezed a generous portion of it onto her breasts and stomach, and began massaging it in, again trying to tease with it, rubbing it into her shoulders, neck and breasts, but never touching her nipples. I continued this slow tease, even going so far as to rub the oil into her Venus mons, but never coming near the lips of her now obviously aroused cunt.

At this point she had actually began to softly pant, under her breath, and it was here that I said “OK your good, you should tan nicely.” This took a supreme effort, as I was now as hard as an iron bar, and my scrotum felt as if it was swelled to the size of a balloon.

“You are soo mean” she said lowly, her lips forming into a luscious pink pout. “Mean!” I said, feigning innocence, “What do you mean?”

“ Don’t pretend with me!” she whispered, although we were completely alone, “I’m about to come in the sand and melt into a pool, because of you, what do you plan to do about it?” I grinned wickedly in my mind, and said ” Well I think you will have to inspire me.” I shifted my Anadolu Yakası Escort leg up and straddled her so that my cock was resting just an inch or so over her chin. “So young miss, what have you to say to that?” In response to my question, (and my hopes!) she flicked out her pointy little tongue and gently licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. I eased my hips forward and she let my member slowly slide into her hot wet mouth. The sun beat down, the tide roared its noise, as I arched my head back and slid my cock between her soft lips. She sucked me down into her throat for a moment, and then releasing my rock hard cock, she looked at me and said, “Fuck me please, fuck me”

I shifted my legs so that I was above her with the tip of my cock poised at the lips of her hungry sex, thinking, “Okay, you found the beach but I made it special.” Still, I could not stop teasing her. I eased in perhaps an inch or so, then withdrew. Then I tried to repeat this slow luscious tease but Amberly was ahead of me. Suddenly powerful athletic legs wrapped around my ass and pulled me deeply into her. I stroked slowly in and out, and in the background the tide began to drive my rhythm. Boom, Crash! Stroke! In, Out!

It seemed to go on and on, the relentless never-ending crash of the tide and our feverish fucking, Until at last I felt my whole body stiffen as if it were a solid rod of iron or steel, Amberly’s legs locked around my waist, and her arms gripped me and pulled me to herself, and became as stone like and stiff as my own body. I could feel my cock sending seemingly endless streams of cum into her cunt. At last, after an unknown time my muscles unlocked and I felt Amberly’s soft lips nest to my ear.

“Do you hear the tide?” she husked “We just came in with the tide…”

We will be back to this beach.

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The Store

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Cindy stepped up close behind Tommy, carrying a button shirt she’d picked completely at random from the racks, and stretched to put her arms around him to place the shirt against his chest. At a petite five foot three her real reason was so she could nestle the curve of his ass against her crotch and put pressure against her zipper, and in turn, her clit.

‘What do you think of this?’ she asked.

Her boyfriend wasn’t fooled by her question, but took the shirt and for a moment pressed back a little against her, before turning around to face her. He pulled a face.

‘It’s OK. You want me to try it on?’

She nodded a little, her eyes sparkling, and he got the idea of what she really wanted to do. His eyes lit up with mischief too, as he handed the shirt back to her.

‘Better get me a large one, and not a medium.’

She grinned and darted off, while he moved closer to the dressing rooms and started scoping things out; not too warily, because then anyone watching would be suspicious of his intention and jump to the conclusion, say, that he was looking to steal something. Still, he knew he was the luckiest guy in the school – hell, probably the whole world! Though he’d been born and bred in west Texas, his black skin still marked him out for attention, even when his family moved to the east of the state when his mom got a senior executive position and really started raking in the money. Normally it wasn’t such good attention, but when he first laid eyes on Cindy at his new school not more than a month ago, and her on him, they’d been practically inseparable. They’d fucked one their second date, and mostly at her urging, though it had been her first time ever. His previous times had been nothing special, but something about her made him keep his mouth shut about the whole thing, even though he didn’t have that many friends to talk to. He’d checked her out a little, but there’d been no stories about her putting out, so he was more than a little surprised that she’d been completely uninhibited in the sack. Shit, they even found out that she liked doing it in public, which was a scary but thrilling too, and new for him as well. He watched her walking over now, a new shirt over his arm, her breasts jiggling and the nipples tiny but hard and pushing through her top. The look of excitement in her eyes was obvious, and it jacked up the swelling in his trousers another notch – she was sure something else. She grinned but said nothing as handed over the shirt.

As he stepped inside the corridor to the changing rooms, she glanced around. A few customers were browsing around, and one that could be a store detective was situated so that he could see what people were carrying into and out of the change rooms. From a nearby rack she picked a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and turned to walk into the change rooms, when five women friends all stepped out of the change rooms, talking loudly until they saw her, and suddenly stopped. For a second she feared what she was up to, and turned away to avoid eye contact. The ladies behind made their more subdued way past her, and she sighed with relief and stepped into the changing room hallway and made for the back room where she knew he’d be.

Cindy knew these Burdeker’s stores was the best place to shop for clothes – or rather, for her type of “shopping”. The doors didn’t stop two feet off the floor like other places, so you couldn’t see if there was more than one person inside, though there was a space at the bottom that let you see the shadows if someone was standing there.

At the last door she stopped and pushed open the door and stepped inside, speaking softly but clearly as she went.

‘You better be nekkid Tommy, or I’m gonna – Oh, shit!’ She stopped, horrified.

A redheaded woman was in there, her back to Cindy but topless and wearing only high-cut pale lime French panties with matching four inch heels. Cindy tried to back away, but the door had already swung closed behind her and the way was blocked. Besides, the sight of the woman was magnetic, and Cindy couldn’t tear her eyes away. They traveled all over her body, drinking it in, and her heart started beating a little faster. Though maybe ten years older than her own eighteen, she could see no line, wrinkle or mark on her body.

It wasn’t until she realized she couldn’t take her eyes of the full, round contours of her heart-shaped ass that Cindy actually started to blush.

The redhead was about to tell the cute blonde to scram, but when she looked over her shoulder she could see the girl’s nipples under her T-shirt, and that piqued her interest. The size of her breasts would be slightly above average on someone close to her own height – nearly six foot – but on this wasp-waisted little thing, they look enormous. Amanda dropped the dress she’d been about to put on and turned around slowly, cocked the traditional pose of one foot slightly in front of the other, her weight on her back leg, and put her hands on her hips.

Amanda Şişli escort bayan liked watching people appreciate her beauty, and was delighted to see the tip of a little pink tongue trace a line along her lips as the blonde took in the sight of her small but perfectly shaped tits. She knew it wouldn’t be long now, and mischief played across her eyes when she watched the blonde’s eyes drop down.

Cindy tried to drag her eyes away, but from the second the redhead had turned around she’d been unable to move or think clearly. Now her gaze dropped lower, following the gentle curve of her stomach and a cute navel stud, and then to the French-cut undies that were – yes! Definitely partially see-through, so she could see a furry patch that hinted at red hair to match the thick tumbling curls on top. As if she had willed it, the redhead changed her stance, letting her see the gap between her toned thighs before it closed again, the other leg now in front. Christ, her skin was so smooth, with no sign of a freckle anywhere.

Amanda felt a thrill in her loins at the sight of the blondes’ little pink tongue lick at the corner of her lips and changed her pose again, this time standing with her legs slightly apart, realizing she was getting a little moist from being on display. She was excited to see the blonde’s chest rising and falling in time with her own.

‘Take them off,’ Amanda said quietly, her voice soft as honey, with a hint of whiskey huskiness.

Cindy’s eyes came up.

‘Wha? Huh?’

‘I said, take them off.’

Cindy started blinking, and Amanda realized she was about to loose her.

‘I want you to take off my panties. Now.’

Cindy tried to moisten her mouth, and Amanda saw her lips working.

‘You want to see, don’t you?’ Her voice was soft and insistent. ‘You want to know – I can see it in your eyes. You’re asking yourself; exactly how red is her hair is down there?’

Cindy nodded a tiny little nod.

Amanda brought her legs together a little, denying the little blonde any further glimpse.

‘Well, this is your chance to find out,’ she said seductively. For a moment she thought she’d lost her, but then the blonde stepped up and put out a hand to take the band of the panties.

‘Uh-uh, honey. You gotta use your teeth.’

Up close Cindy could smell the woman, and the scent competed to send even more blood to her head. Suddenly she was kneeling on the floor, putting her head at exactly the right height to lean to the side and take the edge of the panties between her teeth. Her breath was fast in her throat, and she almost tilted over, but then the woman’s hand came and touched her shoulder, holding her steady as she tugged down on the panties, folding the top over about six inches, until they were stretched tight across her body and would move no further.

With a gentle push of her fingers, Amanda guided her across to the other side, and let her work it out for herself. For the grand unveiling, the little blonde put her mouth on the top band of the panties and pulled down. Amanda felt that hot little breath over her pussy, but had enough control not to make any noise other than a slight wobble in her breathing.

Cindy watched in delight as the dark red hair was revealed an inch from her eyes in a heart shape, in awe when she realized there were tiny beads of glistening moisture running down the center, and a scent that drove into her brain and started jackhammering into her libido. She was unaware that her own hand was lightly massaging the front of her jeans.

Amanda wondered if she was going to continue. She’d done all she could – she could lead the horse to water, but couldn’t make it drink.

Cindy looked back up the long legs of the woman, past that glorious thatch and over the delightful breasts. Though small they looked delectable and lickable and she realized one would probably fit entirely inside her mouth. She stood, and came up to the woman’s shoulders. Cindy lowered her head.

Amanda was delighted. There might be more to this little thing if she was interested in some tit action as well. Her nipples hardened to steel under Cindy’s attention, and Amanda’s head fell back against the mirror behind her when the blonde bit down a little harder than she probably intended. She paid attention to her reaction though, and was soon alternating gentle sucking and pulling with nips from her teeth. She let out a little yelp when the blond ran a finger through her bush, then dipped it inside her.

‘Cindy? Where you at?”

Cindy stopped, frozen. Tommy!

‘Uh, y’all looking for that lil’ blonde?’ said Amanda with an infuriating calm. She saw the little took of terror on the blondes’ face. She didn’t want her boyfriend to know.

‘Yes’m,’ he replied. ‘She, uh, she was tryin’ on some – ‘

‘She ran outta here when I was on my way in. I think she was gonna throw up.’

‘Damn. Uh, thanks ma’am.’

Cindy waited a moment to make sure that Tommy was gone, and Escort Sultangazi looked up into the woman’s green eyes. Her finger, wet and hot because it was still inside her pussy, began a gentle back and forwards stroke, circling the entrance and tracing a line up to her clit. She liked the look that came over the redhead’s face when her finger traced that little bump – as if she was shaking internally. She pulled the finger out then brought her hand to her mouth, before slowly sucking her finger into her mouth and tasting her juices. Sweet Jesus, it was delicious, and she unconsciously growled low in her throat!

Amanda watched the carnal desire on Cindy’s face as she suck on her finger like a miniature cock. She’d expected that she would have to lead this little thing more than she had so far, but from the look on her face there would be no stopping her now.

As Cindy took a step back, Amanda’s hands came up and lift the T-shirt in one quick swoop, surprised and delighted that the large breasts weren’t encased in a bra. She didn’t stop though, and quickly unsnapped Cindy’s jeans and pulled them down her legs, revealing her black lace thong. She ripped that off in a heartbeat and left its tattered remains on the floor, and then she pushed Cindy’s naked body onto the generous bench seat along the wall and swung the girl’s legs over her shoulders.

Amanda licked her way down her legs and thighs, across the other, and when the look on Cindy’s face was such sweet agony, finally traced her tongue from her ass to her clit, and back again. Each time she dipped a little deeper into the blonde honey pot, and then spent a little longer torturing the clit, trying to suck it into her mouth and almost lifting the blond off the bench.

Cindy was in agony and ecstasy. Each time the redhead lashed her with her tongue, she was sure she was going to come all over her face, but then she’d switch technique and the pleasure would move, from a pulsing dagger from her clit to her head, then the maddening waves as she licked at her box, and the hot shameful thrill of her wet tongue on her puckered anus. She didn’t know it, but she was crying out quietly.

The noise was getting Amanda off. She focused her attention on drilling her tongue as deep into Cindy’s pussy as she could, hoping to drive the girl wild, and it worked. Cindy started gasping, but soon grabbed her head and pulled her face up.

‘Make me come,’ she demanded, then kept one hand in the redhead’s mane as she pushed her head back down to her box, and used the other to twist and pull her nipples.

Amanda had her orders now, and she focused her tongue on the blonde’s pussy, trying to pulse her ministrations in time to her breathing, but soon she forgot that and just licked the shit out of it. Her left hand kept a firm grip on the blonde’s thigh so she couldn’t crush her head, and with her right hand worked two fingers into her tight wet pussy, churning the free-flowing juices into a lather. Cindy started moaning louder and Amanda knew she was getting close. With an index finger she traced the saliva and pussy-juice soaked path to the little blonde’s ass and waited for just the right moment. It came when she trapped the little nub of clit-flesh between her teeth, and flicked her tongue across the top of it in a blur. She felt the blonde’s legs tense and tighten around her neck and her moans catch in her throat, so pushed one finger into her ass and her thumb into her pussy, and popped her clit into her mouth and sucked hard.

Cindy screamed and came hard, as she knew she would, gushing all over the redhead’s face. The finger in her ass was new, but she rode the three sensations overwhelming her body – ass, finger-stuffed pussy and mouth on clit – like a trooper, but eventually she shuddered to a halt.

She must have passed out for a second or two, for when she opened her eyes the redhead was no longer between her thighs, but stood there smoothing down her dress.

Amanda saw in the mirror that the blonde was awake now. She tossed aside the shirt Cindy had brought in and which she’d used to wipe them both down. Though desire still pulsed through her pussy she had other obligations and couldn’t stay any longer. She winked at Cindy.

‘I’ll catch you next time. I – shop – here every now and then.’ She turned, bent over and kiss the little blonde on the lips, gently touching tongues. She pulled away and gently shook her head. ‘Such a fine tasting little pussy,’ then pushed out the door and left.

A man was standing close to the entrance to the changing rooms.

‘Everything OK, Miss. Burdeker?’ asked the store detective, but with a glint to his eyes. He’d heard the little scream and it brought back his own memory of when he’d busted the store owner’s daughter pleasuring herself in one of the dressing rooms more than a year ago.

‘Oh, hello Charlie. I haven’t seen you in a while. How you been?’

‘Good, ma’am. My Cheryl’s got some part-time work down in Taksim escort cosmetics, so I only do this to keep my hand in.’

‘Hmm, and what a fine hand it was too, if I remember correctly.’ The man blushed in memory. Though unwilling to break his marriage vows by fucking this beautiful woman, he had strong, experienced hands and Amanda could remember riding his fingers to multiple orgasms that seemed to last an hour. She glanced at her watch: she getting late for her next appointment. ‘Tell you what. There’s someone in room eight that might need a hand just like yours,’ she said, smiling and walking away.

Amanda’s meeting with the zoning board had gone three times longer than necessary because she couldn’t concentrate properly, and she was in a foul mood. When she finally got out of the county assessors building the car wasn’t waiting, and she irritably called on her cell.

‘Where are you?’ The normal honeyed tones of her Texan accent were missing from her command.

‘A block away, ma’am,’ replied the chauffer.

She hung up without reply. Of all the nerve! The meeting had ended up a disaster. They’d gone round and round on every point, and she knew what they wanted. Though she was the daughter of the Scott “Chainsaw” Burdeker, with eight premium shops around central Texas, these chumps thought she was a fool because she was beautiful, redheaded and sometimes – ok, usually flirtatious. But they all secretly thought she wasn’t up to the challenge of pushing through zoning variances to meet her daddy’s expanding empire plans. Whether it was kickbacks or some other favor, every one of the men in this afternoon’s meeting wanted something from her, while all she could think about what the taste that lingered in her mouth, and when someone could do something for her. Well, fuck ’em. And not in the way that at least two of them wanted!

The Lincoln came around the corner and stopped. She never waited for Burt to open the doors, and got in herself.

‘Sorry ma’am, but the traffic police was onto me.’

‘No, Burt. I’m sorry for being a bitch. I shouldn’t have been so rude.’

Burt ducked his head and pulled away from the curb, heading north to the Burdeker ranch outside of town. He’d been driving for the Burdeker’s for almost two years, and the only person he knew who thought Miss Amanda could be a bitch was Miss Amanda.

‘You have any plans this evening, ma’am?’

She shook herself, startled from her reverie.

‘No, not really – ‘ The memory of the feel of the blonde’s ass under her hands and the pressure of her legs wrapped around her head came to mind. She’d been in such a hurry not to be late, she didn’t even get her name other than the “Cindy” called out by her boyfriend, but she wondered if Charlie got the information. The flash memory of his hands on her own body made her nipples peak, and even Burt noticed them protruding against her dress’s material.

‘You know, I think I, uh, left something at the West 44th Street store. Can you take me back there?’ She checked her watch and saw it wasn’t yet closing time, but she pulled her cell phone out while Burt changed directions and headed that way.

‘Howdy Eustace, it’s Amanda…no, I’m fine. Not a lot, but I was in your store earlier today, and I think I left something in one of the dressing rooms…can I speak to the store dick…oh, Eustace, don’t be such a prude…store “detective’ then – I think his name’s Charlie. He was around at the time. Sure, I’ll wait.’

In a few minutes Charlie was on the line.

‘Miss Burdeker?’

‘Hi Charlie. I believe I left something in the dressing room this afternoon.’

‘You mean – uh – ‘

‘Yes, that’s right. I’m thinking it’s such an easy thing to take home, someone probably took it. Maybe you know where it went?’

‘Well, gee, I don’t know,’ he said, before he caught onto what she was asking for, and his brain sprang into action. ‘No, wait. I, er, believe something was purchased, so there might be a record of a credit card.’

‘Excellent. Listen, I’ll be there in a few minutes. Can you meet me? Thanks.’

The car pulled up in the parking lot. Most of the slots were empty, except for the employee ones. Amanda had pushed her daddy that the employee parking should not be relegated to the ends of the earth. She’d said to him “If our customers see that we care about our employees, then they’ll know we care about them. Don’t make them schlep all over the parking lots.”

Aside from wondering where she’d picked up the term “schlep” in Texas, her father eventually agreed, and she was well regarded by all the staff for that alone.

She leaned forward from the rear seat.

‘Burt, can I be an absolute pain? If I give you money for a cab can I take the Lincoln?’

He turned to her with a furrowed brow. Why would she want to borrow – he shut himself off.

‘Of course, Miss Amanda. You don’t need to worry about the money. Your father – ‘

She interrupted him with a wad of cash.

‘Take Curtis out tonight. My treat.’

He eyes shot fully open in horror. He’d decided when he got the job with Scott Burdeker that they would never know he was gay. He’d lost too many jobs in Texas that way, though they always claimed it was for some other reason.

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The Store Room

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The company I work for is not very large…it has maybe thirty people. Quite a few of them I would not mind getting a little closer to. This story is a favorite fantasy of mine.

She came to work today in a very good mood. She just had one of the most amazing nights of sex with her current boyfriend. Because he was lying in her bed when she got out of the shower that morning, she took special care in how she dressed for work as his eyes followed her movements across the bedroom. As she was preparing for her day, she decided to tease him. First she toweled off very carefully and thoroughly. Then she chose her favorite lotion to rub all over her body so she smelled delicious, being sure to face him while she was rubbing the lotion over her tits. As she rubbed lotion over her thighs, she couldn’t resist running her fingers over her slit and dipping them into her vagina. She watched her lovers’ eyes as she did this and could see his eyes grow heavy with lust. Then she turned away from him and bent over to find her best pair of thongs from her bottom drawer. She put them on, sliding them up over her hips and settling them into place. Next came the matching push-up bra to match her thong. This bra really made her tits nice and perky. She pulled her very sheer thigh highs on as she decided on what to wear that day. She went to her closet and chose a short black skirt that just covered the tops of her stockings. Next, she pulled on a hot red top that hugged her curves. Over this, she added a black jacket that had one button. She bent over to find her favorite pair of black heels to finish her outfit, giving her man a very good look up her skirt. Once she was finished, she went over to their bed and kissed him ardently while giving him one last stroke before leaving for work.

She got into her car and backed out of her driveway with a big smile on her face. After a few minutes, her mind drifted to her schedule for the day. Her boss was in serious crunch mode and when he was stressed, everyone was stressed.

She pulled into her parking space in front of her company and walked into the building and up to her office. She no sooner sat down at her desk and İstanbul Escort her boss was in her doorway asking her to come to his office. She followed him across the hallway into his office and sat down. He complimented her on her outfit and then got straight to business. “Here’s what I want you to do…” her boss said.

He finished explaining the data he wanted her to acquire and she went back to her office to start the project. She did not have much time to complete the project and wanted to impress her boss.

She started working on a special project that her boss needed done yesterday. She was at a very critical period in the project when she ran out of the special paper she was using. “Shit!” she exclaimed to herself. “Well, I can use a short break anyway.” She pulled the keys to the store room out of her desk drawer and walked briskly across the large expanse of the office building where she worked. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she did not see that someone was watching every step she took.

She unlocked the door to the store room and turned on the light. The door usually swings shut by itself, so she paid no mind to the door closing her in the room as she started her search for the special paper. There were shelves upon shelves that needed to be searched as her boss did not tell her exactly where she could find the supplies she needed.

Just as the door was about to swing closed, a hand caught it and pushed it open a little as his eyes peered at her through the crack. He slipped into the room with her and closed the door quietly behind him. She had her back to him and still did not realize he was there. He knew she had been watching him just like he was watching her, waiting for the right moment to make his move. He was very aware of her every time she came around. She had been tormenting him for months with glimpses of her body when no one else was watching. She flirted shamelessly with the guys he worked with. Now was his chance. He was five feet behind her and she still seemed unaware of his presence.

So intent on her task, that she did not realize anyone else was in the room with her until he reached Anadolu Yakası Escort out and put his hands on her shoulders. She jumped a little, getting ready to swing as he turned her around. Then she realized it was him and she just smiled at him instead. “What are you doing in here?” she asked. “I can’t take it any longer” he replied. “I have to have you.”

With heels on, she looked him right in the eye. He moved his hands from her hips and moved them slowly up her sides, brushing gently against the sides of her breasts before framing her face with his hands. He brought his mouth to hers slowly in case she wanted to say no.

She had been waiting for months for this moment and now it was finally here. She didn’t wait for him to finish bringing his mouth closer to hers…she tangled her hands in his hair and dragged his mouth the rest of the way to hers. There was nothing timid about this kiss; she just dove right in and loved every moment. His hands moved from her face back down her sides to her ass. He cupped her ass in his huge hands and drew her closer to him. She could feel his raging hard-on against her belly. She continued to kiss him as she reached down and started to take his shirt off. She got his shirt unbuttoned and reached into his shirt so she could feel his chest. She moved her hands from his chest down to his jeans and undid the button. Then she slipped her hands into the back of his jeans and cupped his ass.

He moaned into her mouth. His hands left go of her and he grabbed her shirt and jacket in his hands and lifted them both up over her head. Lucky for him, her bra had a front clasp to open it. He worked at the clasp until it came undone in his hands and he let go watching as her tits bounced out. Her pierced nipples hardened in the cool air. “I knew they were pierced” he whispered. Then his mouth covered her nipple while she threw her head back and arched into his mouth. He sent a twinge straight to her pussy. She couldn’t wait to have his cock inside of her. But he wasn’t done tormenting her yet.

While he continued sucking on her tits, his hands moved over her body, sending shivers up and Kartal Escort down her back. He hiked her skirt up over her hips and worked his way over her stomach with his mouth. As he got closer to her hot, wet vagina, she could feel the anticipation of having that mouth on the very part of her that needed it most. He looked up at her and told her to lean against the shelves and wrap her legs around his shoulders. She did as she was told and waited impatiently for him to move her thong to the side and take his first taste of her wet pussy. Very lightly, his tongue moved along her slit making her moan with need. She tried to push her clitoris into his mouth, but he moved his head, pushing his tongue inside of her opening instead. His tongue started mimicking what his cock wanted to do to her. She started gyrating her hips and mashing her cunt against his mouth. His eyes were on her as he was licking her, watching her facial expressions. Right when she felt her orgasm starting, he moved his tongue from inside of her vagina to her clit, sucking it into his mouth relentlessly. This action sent her sky rocketing. Now her hips were thrashing against his mouth, his hands cupping her ass to help support her while her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Right as she was coming down from her orgasm, he stopped eating her and still holding onto her ass, positioned her so her vagina was level with his thick, hard cock and slammed his cock into her waiting pussy.

He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling of her wet heat wrapped tightly around him. He knew he was hurting her; he could see it on her face. She was biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He started to move slowly in and out, giving them both time to adjust to the sensations. Pretty soon, she did not need help from him in moving her hips to meet his thrusts. She could feel another orgasm building and right as she went over the edge; he stopped moving for an instant as he grunted out “I’m cumming.”

He moved a little more still sending tremors through her body and then she let go of the shelving and they both slid to the floor, him still inside of her.

When she finally had enough energy to open her eyes and look at her co-worker, her eyes met another’s over his shoulder. Her eyes widened and she started to yell what are you doing in here, but decided in that instant that she wanted him also. She said, “Just give me a minute to recover, then I’m all yours…”

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The Stairs

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“I don’t understand why you won’t talk to me anymore. After everything I’ve been through”, I yelled at Scott, almost getting right up in his face. “You were the only one there for me when he left, I really thought we were friends, Scott, I thought I knew you better”. Tears were threatening to spill over the safety of my eyelids and truly betray the emotions I was trying so desperately to keep under control.

“I don’t know what you want from me, Addy, I told you that I’m just antisocial and I’m content with being on my own.” Scott replied quietly. “God Damnit! What do you even want from me?” His voice raising. People were starting to stare at us standing near his blue truck in the parking lot.

“I just want answers, you were my shoulder to cry on, my confidant for the last eight months and then nothing. Radio silence. Seriously? Why Scott?” The tears betrayed me and started running down my face, I was nearly wailing as I scream at him.

Suddenly Scott reached up and grabbed my face, his mouth enveloping mine, his tongue parting my lips, filling my mouth. He pressed his body against mine and kissed me hard. My knees went weak from the passion I felt. And just as quickly he pulled away leaving me even more confused and dizzy.

“That, Addy. That’s why. I can’t be around you without wanting you. I’ve held back for so long, keeping my distance, preserving our friendship. I just can’t fucking be around you anymore”, and he turned to walk away from me.

I grabbed his hand and just as he turned to face me, it was my turn to devour his lips with mine. I pressed my entire body into his, my hands around his neck, melting into his arms. Scott reciprocated and wrapped his muscular arms around me, lifting me off me feet. The emotions swimming in my mind, my heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest. I could smell his sweat from working all day with a faint reminder of the cologne he sprayed this morning.

He released his grip on me, setting me back down, I wasn’t sure I could remain standing, my knees were weak and my legs threatened to give at any moment. I leaned back against his truck and sighed.

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me. Why just disappear?” I asked him. My head still spinning with emotion. I had loved this man from a distance for years even when I shouldn’t have, never acting because the time was never right. The last eight months he had been my best friend when my husband unexpectedly left me, and all this time had he loved me back?

“You always told me how grateful you were that I was the only guy not Pendik Escort trying to fuck you as soon as Chris left you. I thought you didn’t feel the same. I was afraid I’d lose you”, Scott’s green eyes met mine as he reached for my hand.

I couldn’t help it, but I giggled, the whole thing just seemed so absurd in that moment. Just minutes before I was screaming in his face, ready to deck him and the next we were making out like a couple of high schoolers. Scott laughed too as he realized that I was very much not going anywhere.

I reached up and kissed Scott again and whispered “Take me home”.

My back hit the front door a little harder than I anticipated and it knocked the breath out of me. Scott hungrily kissed my mouth pinning me against his front door. His left hand firmly grasped my hip holding my body close to his, his right hand clumsily fumbled with the keys trying to unlock the door. He thrust his hips against me and I can feel the hardness of his erection grind against me causing me to moan. My God if he doesn’t get this door open, this is going to happen right here, I am thinking, as I hear the key finally slide into the deadbolt.

We awkwardly tumbled through the door, almost falling as the lock finally gives way and Scott is able to turn the knob. Once inside I immediately ripped off my jacket while he closes and locks the front door. He turned, taking off his jacket looking at me with the most fierce passion I’ve ever seen from him. I lazily toss my jacket to floor and step back into his anxious arms. My lips eagerly find his and I moan with pleasure as he embraces my body. Scott reached down grabbing me firmly by my ass and lifting me into him. I respond by wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling the bulge of his cock rub my pussy through our clothes. Scott spun around, pinning me on the front door once again, pushing his hands up my back under my shirt. I helped him remove my shirt and his lips find the tops of my breasts, kissing every exposed inch of my skin. I moan in arousal feeling the wetness between my thighs and my pussy pulse in excitement.

I pulled Scott’s shirt off exposing his broad shoulders and smooth chest. I pressed my body harder into his as if we could melt into a single person, fanatically finding his lips with mine, our tongues dancing in our mouths. Scott pinned to the door holding my ass firmly with his right hand and exploring my belly and breasts with his left, reaching up and teasingly pinching and twisting my nipples between his fingers. He pulled lightly making me gasp a little Kurtköy Escort in pleasure. His mouth worked from my lips down the side of my neck, his hot breath panting rapidly. I tilted my head back exposing all of my throat to his exploring lips and tongue. Scott reached up and unclasps my bra removing it and tossing it aside.

With my legs still wrapped tightly around his waist Scott turned and carried me through the living room. “Lets go upstairs, Addy”, he pants into my ear. I moan in agreement, squeezing my thighs tighter around his waist. As Scott took the first three steps up the stairs he set me down so I was sitting on the fourth. As I laid back against the stairs, Scott reached down unbuttoning my jeans while kissing my shoulder. His lips eagerly moved down my body finding the top of my heaving breasts, finally finding my nipples, stiff with excitement. A breeze from an open window caresses my flesh still wet from his mouth giving me goosebumps as the air cools the wetness on my body. I arched my back pressing my breasts further into his face.

Scott ran his hands around my belly onto the small of my back, pulling my body into his. He slipped his hands into the waist of my jeans over my ass, giving it a squeeze before pulling my jeans down and throwing them behind him. He paused momentarily staring at my nearly naked body, admiring my every curvy detail, biting his lip and groaning with approval. Scott then fiercely leaned back down kissing my lips. I reached down to his waist fumbling with the button on his jeans, my hands shaking from being so aroused. His mouth was moving all over my neck and shoulders, then moved down to my breasts lightly suckling one nipple and then the other, lightly nipping it between his teeth. As I moaned loudly I could feel the wetness of my excited pussy soaking through my panties. I finally got his button undone sliding my hand down the front of pants and grabbing his hard enormous cock. Scott whispered “not yet, love” and takes my breast in his mouth again. I moaned, I wanted him right then, waves of anticipation were coursing through my body as his hands and mouth moved down my sides. He kissed every inch of my belly stopping just above my lacy panties causing me to arch my back and mew with pleasure.

Scott reached down slipping my panties off and rubbing the wet folds between my legs. “God, you’re beautiful”, he says just before plunging his fingers inside of me. I moved my hips in rhythm with him moving his fingers in out of me. A long moan escaped as I feel climax coming closer. Faster he Maltepe Escort rubbed his fingers over my clit, circling it with his thumb, in and out, his other hand kneading my rbeast, his mouth working across my belly. My breathing was ragged and rapid, all I could do is moan as the first wave of the orgasm shuddered through my entire body. As it passed, I opened my eyes and his beautiful green eyes were staring at me, grinning with his cocky half smile. “Don’t tell me you’re already finished little bird”, almost too eagerly I respond with a gasping “no”, still catching my breath from the intensity of the orgasm.

Scott stood up and took his pants and briefs off revealing his erect cock. My entire body trembled in the anticipation of him finally being inside of me. Scott pressed his naked body against me biting my lips as he kissed me driving me absolutely insane. His movements were getting more eager as he greedily took my mouth in his. “Lets go upstairs” I panted almost desperately. He nodded and moved off of me. I stand and started to turn around and Scott reaches from behind me, wrapping his arm around me, kissing the nape of my neck, pressing his nakedness against me. He holds my breasts in one hand and reaches down and rubs my clit with other, slipping a finger past the folds of my sopping wet cunt. My legs were quivering, making it nearly impossible to remain standing.

Scott moved his hand from my pussy and moan in displeasure not wanting him to stop, he firmly grasped my hips, pushing my chest down to the stairs. Suddenly Scott thrust inside of me and I gasped a little surprised, nearly climaxing instantly. I arched my back, pushing my ass into him, as he slid his huge cock all the way into my slick cunt. Scott slapped my ass as his he rhythmically thrust in and out of my pussy, he slapped it again, hard. The sting made me whimper in delight. “Harder baby, fuck me harder” I plead. His fingers were digging into my hips, his nails biting my flesh, as he pulled me into him with each thrust, our bodies slapping together in a cadence. My entire body spasmed as I climax, my cunt dripping and squeezing so hard around Scott’s cock it nearly pushed him out of me. I heard Scotts breathing quicken, his grip on my hips tightened nearly bruising my skin and he’s thrusting his cock to hilt inside of me so hard I almost couldn’t hold my self up. I know he’s close as he starts to moan, digging his fingertips into my hips as he pulls me on to him. Finally he exploded inside of me, his cock throbbing with his warm cum.

We collapsed there, still on the stairs, in exhaustion and pure euphoria. Scott looked over at me grinning his half smile and laughs. “We didn’t make it to bed” he said, still laughing. Suddenly he stood up, sweeping my still trembling body up in his arms, softly kissing my lips, and carried me to bed.

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The Girl in the Bar

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As I saw her walk into the room I nearly fell out of my chair. I had not seen a more beautiful girl in my life. She had long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, perfect legs, an ass that could kill, and very supple breasts. The tight shirt she was wearing showed her curves very well. Not only did it show her curves, but apparently she had not worn a bra on that cold evening as her nipples were trying to break through her shirt.

Me, along with the rest of the men (and women) watched her as she found a seat in the crowded bar. I could hear the people next to me talking about her and how sexy she looked. I had not noticed at first, but my cock was semi-hard just seeing her. A man who had more courage than me, or maybe he was drunk, sat next to her for a brief minute before she blew him off. She ordered a drink from the waitress who was also having a hard time containing her thoughts about how she looked. I sat there trying to build up the courage to go say hello. A few other guys tried their luck, and like the first she turned them away. Then to my surprise she looked at me and smiled.

At first I didn’t believe it, but then she looked at me and smiled again. I had to go and say hi to her. I slowly got up from my chair and made my way towards her. I sat down in the chair next to her, I said “My name is Wyatt and you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. “

She laughed a little and said, “My name is Sable and I just look good tonight.” We made small talk for a few minutes Ümraniye Escort before she reached over and put my hand on her thigh. I could barely contain my emotions and my cock became instantly hard. I think that she noticed because she was looking right at my bulge. She asked me if I thought she had nice legs, and without thinking I replied, “legs I could suck on for hours.” Again she let out a sexy little laugh and told me that would be ok with her. I could not believe my ears, and as I got more confident I slid my hand toward her pussy. She was wearing very tight jeans and I could feel the heat and moisture through her pants. She let out a little moan as I touched the zipper of her pants. She stopped me and said we need to go somewhere where we can continue our “conversation”. I told her I was staying in a nice hotel just a block away and she was welcome to come to my room. She agreed and stood up from her chair. Again as we were leaving everyone’s eyes followed her out.

We quickly made it back to my hotel room and before the door could shut she had reached down and grabbed my still hard throbbing cock. I could not resist and I grabbed her and began to kiss her passionately. She was the best kisser and her tongue was amazing. The more she kissed me the harder and wetter I became. I had slid my hand up her shirt and was playing with her perfect breasts rubbing my fingers on and around her nipples. Her nipples were as hard as my cock and I knew she was enjoying İstanbul Escort herself. She unzipped my pants and grabbed my cock.

I quickly removed her shirt. She stroked my cock several times before placing it between her lips. Her mouth was so warm and wet I had to fight cumming right then. She played with the head of my penis with her tongue and made it even harder to control myself. I played with her breasts and stroked her hair as she sucked on my cock. She slowly began to run my cock further into her mouth and down her throat. I knew that I could not hold on much longer. She must have known that I was getting close because she began to swallow my cock deeper and deeper each time. I could no longer control the sensations and I came harder than I have ever cum. She swallowed every last drop of my man juice down her throat. She then stood up and we kissed passionately. It was very sexy to think that I was kissing the mouth that just sucked me off. She undid her pants and slid them off of her flawless sexy body. She was not wearing any panties and there was her beautiful pussy. It was completely shaved and smooth, her lips big and full, she had the most beautiful pussy I had ever laid my eyes on.

She fell back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips parted and I could see her soft wet pussy. I immediately became hard again as she guided my face toward her wet vulva. I licked her clit a little and soon was able to taste her sweet juices. She was Anadolu Yakası Escort moaning and rocking her pelvis towards my face. I began licking faster and harder as she moaned louder and longer. She was getting close to cumming as her pussy became so wet that my face was sliding all over it. She let out a gasp, grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into her wet pussy even harder. She screamed, “Fuck me I am cumming, I am cumming, God yes.” She blasted her pussy juice all over my face and in my mouth. Her pussy tasted so good. We then began to kiss and she tasted her pussy on my lips and tongue. She grabbed my throbbing hard cock and stuffed it into her pussy. I had never felt a sensation as I did then. Her pussy was so wet and warm I nearly came right then and there.

I struggled to hold back my load for as long as I could. She began to ride my cock faster and faster rubbing her clit on the head of my penis each time. She said she was going to cum again and I knew I could not hold it much longer. She screamed again, “Fuck yes, yes, yes, FUCK ME.” I shot my load into her pussy at the same time as she was cumming all over my cock. I moaned and grunted in pleasure having never cum so hard in my life. My body and hers both shook in pleasure until we both collapsed on the bed.

We lay there silently covered in each other’s juices glowing with pleasure. She was breathing heavily and I was trying to catch my breath. We held each other close and rubbed against each other. Soon we both feel asleep with smiles on our faces. We both knew it was the best sex we had ever had, and probably will ever have. The next morning when I woke up she was gone; all she left was a note saying thanks for the great night. I will never forget Sable the unbelievable blonde.

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She’s Every Woman

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“Mrs. Jameson has asked me to remind the whole class that she will give you your exam on the entire Information Sciences Unit on Monday, including the section that I’ve presented to you this week. If you have any questions as you study this weekend, my email address and my Instant Messenger handle are on the board. Have a great weekend.”

Penny Jameson is an old friend of mine that moved to rural New Mexico some years ago to marry her college sweetheart. After my recent breakup with my fiancée, she was my truest friend. After enduring endless heartbroken phone calls from me, she and her husband Reggie convinced me that southern New Mexico was the change of pace I needed. “Change of pace?” I retorted, “You mean absence of pace entirely.” I had never before left the East Coast. I’d never been out of the state for more than a week at a time. But I was in no condition to resist. Pen is almost always right about what’s good for me. And I knew I could run my dot.com from anywhere with a broadband connection.

About the time I got into a good routine and had learned my way around town, Penny and Reg decided that they were long overdue for a vacation, so that’s how I wound up guest-teaching her classes at the high school.

As the seniors, my last class of the day, filed past me, they said “Goodbye” or “Thanks, Mr. Walsh” and almost all seemed genuinely appreciative of my lessons. Compared to the cynicism and aloofness with which I had approached my studies, even in college, I found their attitudes refreshing and mature. As they began switching on their cell phones in the halls by their lockers, making their weekend plans, I considered my own options for the weekend. I had a huge pile of neglected work as a result of my brief foray into higher education, but I was itching to do something a bit more relaxing.

On my way through the halls, to the parking lot, my thoughts turning to my social opportunities, I caught myself reflexively “eyeing the scenery,” which in this case meant 17 and 18 year-old girls. “GOOD GOD, MAN! Get a hold of yourself. These are children!” I silently rebuked myself, rather unconvincingly. Where were these girls when I was in high school? (To be precise, they were in kindergarten or first grade…) But I didn’t remember my classmates looking like that when I was 17. All week I had been struck by how worldly these young women were. Not only their attitudes, but also the way they dressed and groomed themselves. They weren’t wearing the fashions found in YM and Seventeen, but in the club attire I saw professional women wearing back in the big city.

My students wore tight, small tops, showing bare midriffs, and gripping every curve of their swelling breasts. The worst, however was the rampant use of low-rise hip-hugger jeans, revealing a sliver of underwear to show the world that the owner was not a lacey, pale pink, cotton, Hanes girl, but a leopard-print, silk thong, Victoria’s Secret WOMAN. As I reflected on these things, I found it harder and harder to exert control over my thoughts and my eyes. I picked up my pace and desperately tried to focus on the door at the end of the hall. Subsequently, I stumbled right into the middle of a gaggle of the senior girls from my class, who were the worst offenders. “Excuse me, ladies,” I said as I tried to find the shortest route out of their circle that required the least amount of physical contact. As I wriggled free and studiously turned my face to the doorway ahead, I quickly dismissed the sensation of many pairs of eyes on my departing back as just my warped imagination.

“I need a drink.” I resolved as I sped back to my place.

As I stepped into my apartment, converted from an abandoned textile mill, I took a breath of the dry, sawdusty smell and calmly exhaled. My place was in the old downtown, now well out of the true business district, 5 miles west, where the strip malls had popped up. It was the studio that I never could afford back east and it truly was my oasis. This, despite the fact that the back section was my office, complete with separate entrance used by my part-time assistant and bookkeeper, who organized my madness into a successful business. “I’ll just check my email real quick, then I’ll pour myself a drink and forget this whole week.” I asserted to myself. Some spam, a couple of friends back home badgering me to move back, but no business that couldn’t wait until Monday. Just as I was about to shut off my machine and close the office, my IM chirped at me. It was a handle that I didn’t recognize, but it said “hey, amigo, i’m on a bud’s IM & haf 2 take off, but u gotta check out this website. 2 hot! take NM by storm, see u soon – me,” Who in blazes was this? “r u still there?” I typed as fast as I could. But he’d already logged off.

So I follow the link to what seemed to be a pretty standard, girl-next-door hosted, “100% original content” webcam type of site. On the index page, though under today’s date it said, “One night only: 1-second refresh rate to Ataşehir Escort all guests on the Randi-cam.” Hmm. That’s interesting. I never got much into this sort of thing. Spending all my waking hours in front of a screen for work made me pretty hungry for human interaction, so going out has always been my preferred diversion. But my curiosity to find out what appealed so much to my anonymous pal got the best of me. Clicking on the link to the Randi-cam, at first I was not all that impressed. It was a medium-res image of an admittedly attractive (but fully clothed) torso of a woman, typing and mousing away at her computer. Her head was offscreen and a double-sized bed was in the background. About the time I was going to shut down and leave, she stopped typing and started to casually caress herself through her sweater.

As she moved her hands over her ribcage and stomach I sensed a sincerity about each move that was oddly captivating. And I realized that’s why I’d never been impressed by these sorts of sites before, because they seemed so forced and plastic. After a light dusting over her breasts, “Randi” then slipped her left hand under her cropped, fuzzy sweater and rubbed her flat belly with a hard, rough movement, back and forth, up and down. Then her hand dipped below her waistline, offscreen. Her breasts surged together and toward the webcam between her upper arms, as they tensed in ecstasy. By now, I was so transfixed, that for the first time I noticed a hyperlink that read, “Chat with Randi.”

As I clicked the link, the page refreshed and a field appeared with a cursor. I typed, “Stand up.” and pressed return. Randi’s right hand blurred over the keyboard and the words “Where are your manners?” showed up in red under my request. “My dear lady, if it pleases you, please rise for your comfort as well as my own. -Your Humble Servant.” I imagined I saw her shoulders quickly shake as if she chuckled, but she stood up to reveal that indeed her fist was stuffed down the front of the tightest pants I’d ever seen. “Aren’t those pants making things a bit difficult?” I typed. Slowly she dragged her hand up along her mons pubis out from behind the waistband and began to unzip her pants. I suppose it was silly of me to be surprised that she wore no panties. She laid the flaps aside, exposing her slash of a bellybutton set in latte-colored skin and the wispiest brown shorthairs known (or unknown) to man. But before she tugged those painted-on britches down, she took one step back and sat on the corner of the bed, showing her neck and a profile of her figure, but still no face.

She crossed her arms over her chest, grasped the edge of her sweater and began to lift it over her head. Just as I detected a shimmer of satin cupping her breathtaking bosom, she abruptly pulled it back down and craned her neck to her left, looking offscreen. She jumped up and her hips filled the camera. One hand frantically sought her zipper pull, while the other was working the mouse like mad. “What’s going on?” I fired off to her, but the image became static and the Chat field was replaced by an icon that read, “Next Randi-cam show at 11:00.”

Whew. I looked at my watch. It was 8:43. I resolved once again that I needed a drink.

Wanting something stiffer than a beer and not in a mood to mix my own drink, I hopped into my truck, an ancient Ford pickup, halfway restored. The only non-redneck bar within 100 miles was across the Mexican border. El Burro Blanca is a decent joint, only 20 minutes from my place and primarily patronized by hard-working locals. There are a few gringos on weekend nights, but most stay closer to El Paso, so I drink unmolested. “Senor, uno Juarez Especiale, por favor,” I ordered as I leaned on the bar. “One bottle of cheap tequila, coming up, sir,” replied the bartender in his most exaggerated gringo accent, flashing me a benign smile.

Ten minutes later, from my position in a corner booth, looking out over a quarter-empty bottle of the local liquor, I watched the door for entertainment, assigning nicknames to the patrons as they filed in. After Juan Valdez and Speedy, a fantastic young senorita strolled in as if she owned the place. In fact, the bartender leaned over the bar and presented his cheek to be kissed, much like an uncle would for a favorite niece. She was 5’10, 140 pounds. Her dark, full hair must’ve accounted for 10 pounds of that. Her skin was a warm cocoa color, shaped into marvelous curves, evident even in a loose sackdress and sandals.

With her back to the bar, she scanned the room casually. Having lost any “cool” two shots ago, I just sat there slackjawed, looking directly at her, as her gaze fell on me. A mild smirk crossed her face briefly as our eyes met, but she continued her visual sweep of the room. Turning my attention again to the bottle, I concentrated on pouring myself another shot. By the time I had finished pouring, she was standing in front of my table, with a shot glass in hand she’d filched Kadıköy Escort from the bar. “Is there enough in there for two?” she asked, nodding toward the bottle. I said something witty like, “Yeah.” She set her glass on the table and waited patiently for me to fill it. With a wink at me she tossed it back like water found in the desert. “Are you going to ask me to sit?” she said, amusement apparent. I came back quickly with a clever, “Yeah. Please sit.”

Before I could rally my senses in order to offer something to the conversation, she said, “Okay here’s the game: You do a shot, you ask me a question. I answer. I do a shot, I ask you a question. You answer. Got it? Good.”

Me: “[gulp] What’s your name?”

Her: “Rosita. [gulp] What’s yours?”

Rosita. The little rose. A soft petal of a woman. She is floating, hovering over me. I am on my back in a soft bed. She alights on me like a small bird or a delicate fairy, just long enough to touch my skin with her wings, causing waves of bliss to wash over me, filling me to bursting, then she is hovering again. I say her name. Again and again. Calling the bird to come to me. “Rosita, Come to me. Come to me. Rosita, come. Come. COME! I’M COMING!!!” I cried out, realizing that this was a waking dream and I was having an explosive orgasm. As I expelled all the breath in my lungs and let my head fall back on the pillow. I looked up to see Rosita’s deep brown cascade of hair, her clear, nutbrown forehead and cheeks, her round, dark eyes, looking right at me as she removed her lipsticked lips from the head of my spent rod with an audible and delicious “pop.” She was totally clothed and I was entirely naked. She stood up and demurely cleaned the corners of her mouth with a fingernail that she then licked noisily.

“Where am I?” I asked, ignoring the awkwardness of the moment.

“You’re in a motel next to The Burro. The bartender keeps a room reserved in case anyone needs to ‘sleep it off.’ I have an…appointment. But this has been fun.” as she walks toward the door.

“Wait!” I said lamely.

She stopped in the doorway. “I’ve got to go,”

When I dumbly said nothing more, she blew me a kiss and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. The last image I saw of her was a small rose tattoo on her left inner ankle.

I looked around and tried to get my bearings. My clothes were on the chair and my wallet and keys were intact. The alarm clock read 10:32 PM. As I sat up, I thought, “I’m fine. I don’t even feel that hammered. I guess I’ve just been pulling long hours this week and don’t have anything on my stomach.” I got up and went to the bathroom. After hosing down the inside of the bowl, I splashed some water on my face, put on my clothes and went to find my truck.

On the drive home, I was especially careful to drive slowly around Hero’s Bend, where our town’s deputy likes to snooze with the radar gun set to 12 mph over the limit. The understood rule is that if the radar gun’s buzzer goes off and disturbs Deputy Cecil’s sleep, you get a ticket. Truthfully, I was more inebriated by visions of Rosita dancing in my head than the cheap booze from hours before. I was little worried about losing time like that, but I’m most sorry not to recall all the lovely events that must’ve led to the one I do remember. And I wondered if I would see Rosita again.

With diminished enthusiasm about my first little mystery, I returned to my office and my computer when I got home. My IM was chirping away at me: I had left it on. I hate when people do that, but I was in a bit of a state when I left. No further message from my unknown pal from back east. However, there was an inquiry from ConnE1984: “mr walsh? ru there?” Connie? Hmmm…Connie…oh! That’s right — one of my students. Let me see, Connie Morales, last period, senior class. She was painfully shy, eyes downcast whether she was sitting, standing or walking. Her hair was pulled back in a bookish ponytail, and her glasses fit poorly, subject to constant nervous readjustment by their owner. Tall for her age, a source of embarrassment, she would clasp her books to her chest and hunch on down the hall, unconsciously trying to maximize how quickly she left the eyes of her classmates without straightening any more than necessary. Her clothes seemed new, if not exactly up-to-date. Overall, she was a well-groomed, well-mannered “A+” student. I could certainly believe that she was home alone studying on a Friday night, but found it harder to imagine that she needed any help from me.

“is this connie morales?”

“hi mr walsh. I was wondering if you could answer some questions about this big exam”

“sure…ive got time” as I glanced at the clock: 10:57 PM. Damn! Call me a perv, but I wanted to see the 11:00 Randi-cam show.

“connie, ill be right back”

I logged on to the Randi-cam in a separate window and had it side-by-side with my Instant Messenger. As I IMed with my student, I kept one eye on the Randi-cam Bostancı Escort and half a brain on Connie’s questions. At first she was lobbing me softballs about generic, Computer 101 stuff. Then, about the time she was sliding into more complex IT issues, the Randi-cam buzzed to life. I kept trying to get to the Chat field on Randi’s page, but Connie’s questions were persistent.

“connie, ill be back in just a min., ok?”

“oh, of course mr walsh! im sorry to keep you awake, ill just go”

“wait, connie i promise i’ll be right back”

“ok”

Beside the framed image of Randi’s beautiful chest, I typed, “randi! what happnd? where did u go?” No reply. “what no 11:00 show randi?” Again no reply, but she moved back to her spot on the corner of the bed, her face still unseen. She began to move her hands all over her form as if she had moments before awoken in this unknown body for the first time ever. She was exploring the way her clothes fit, the way each curve met each other curve, and the crevices, poorly hidden by her too-tight pants…

Wait. I have a responsibility to my student.

“connie, do you have any other questions?”

“just 1 more mr walsh, i promise. what are the technical and economical limitations of delivery of streaming content to a customer base of mixed bandwidth capacity? Is there content that can overcome the obstacles? Something to stimulate both a deep- and long-term change?”

“___”

“mr walsh? HELLO?”

In my defense, I’d been mesmerized by the vision of Randi discovering herself. She was removing her clothing as if she could not imagine why she had put it on in the first place. Every patch of tan-colored skin was a discovery of continental proportions. She was expressing that same genuineness that drew me to her so strongly in the earlier show. What delight she found in removing her sweater and bra to give her access to those burdensome, but irresistible orbs pulling down her shoulders! She cupped and hefted each breast in turn, allowing the sensation of their weightiness to course through her fingers and arms and over the surface of her skin. I imagined I could see goosebumps on her arms and stomach in the pixilated image. I had a vague sense that she was gorgeous beyond reckoning, but I was so caught up in the eroticism of how aroused she was, I forgot to ogle her. In retrospect, as I take each limb, digit and square inch of skin as they are burned into my memory and piece them together, the puzzle doesn’t add up to any form that I can compare to any other woman. Her skin was taut, pale brownish and exquisitely smooth. Her buttocks were shapely almost to the point of disproportion, but hard and supple at the same time. Her belly was flat, a hint of a thin layer of fat, like that of a young girl. Her legs were strong in a peasant-ish sort of way, but long and well proportioned. Her arms were lithe and long, and they fulfilled her motions as if they commanded her brain, rather than the other way around. I was drowning in a sensual pool and happier with each lost breath. As Randi began prospecting in the swollen region below those impossibly wispy hairs, she threw her head back as an expression of ecstasy. The first time, she aroused my curiosity about her face. When she leaned her head back second time, I saw the cut of her jawline, and just as her self-ministrations brought her to the brink of release, she threw her head back with great gusto…but the image went to static and then blackness. I recovered my senses and remembered my expensive education, which taught me that hitting the monitor doesn’t fix anything. Then I remembered Connie.

“connie? ru there?” I typed madly into the IM field. No reply.

“Blam! Blam! BLAM!” The front door withstood the blows, if barely. “Just a minute.” I called. As I stood to answer the door I was still in a confused funk, but had the presence of mind to realize that I was hammer-hard from Randi’s little peep show. So I bent over a little, to hide my embarrassing state, as I opened the door.

“Connie?!” I said, even more confused. “What are you doing here?”

“Mr. Walsh,” she replied breathlessly, “when you never replied to my question, I got worried that something was wrong. So I ran all the way over here from Yucca Street” She had this way of half-swallowing her words, as if to make sure they didn’t intrude on anyone.

“Oh, I’m okay. I’m sorry, I…” I broke off my sentence and realized that after a week of classes, this was the first time Connie had looked me in the eye. “Well, I don’t know what to say… At least come in out of the cold! Here, have a seat. How do you know where I live?”

“It’s a small town, Mr. Walsh.” she said shyly, resuming her downward gaze.

“Why did you run ten blocks rather than drive – is your car in the shop?” I asked, trying to put her at ease.

“No. It’s just that my family all works very hard and I was afraid I would wake them.”

“Can I get you something? Or take your coat?”

“No, thank you.”

“Oh, let me shut off my IM, then I’ll answer any question you have, Connie.” Just before I stepped into my office, I glanced back to see what wound up being my last sight of my sweet, shy, bookish student, looking nervously around my living room.

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When my mother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer, our social life came to a standstill. Many hours were spent in hospitals and spending as much time as possible with her. When my wife’s cousin called to invite us over for supper or drinks or both we eagerly accepted. Not knowing them well it was still a welcome break from sickness — or so we thought.

Julie was the daughter of the family bitch. She was an uncompromising bitter woman who brought guilt and dysfunction to her children. As a result Julie seemed to have lost the spark to enjoy life. Her husband had developed a routine of regularly suggesting that sex was something that he had to beg or barter for with his wife. She ran and worked out at a local spa while he was a golfing addict. He hated his job though it was never really clear exactly what he did. Julie was a teacher in a private boys’ school.

As my wife kissed Paul at the door to their home, he commented that “this is the most action I’ve had since you were here last.” Everyone but Julie had a chuckle.

As I stepped toward her, she visibly tensed seemingly at the thought of contact. I decided to simply hand her the wine we had brought and lightly touched her arm in greeting.

The subject of conversation turned quickly to Mom. It was so typical that any comments describing the struggles in the family to come to grips with the seeming death sentence imposed by the diagnosis of pancreatic cancer was left hanging in the air by Julie. Paul made attempts to be encouraging and sympathetic while his wife went from aloof to nearly hostile. She started to parallel our family problems with petty illnesses and complaints that her parents were going through- rides they had had to provide when her parent’s vehicle was in the shop. What an inconvenience!

Paul had a new widescreen television that he showed off as we moved into the living room. He left it on and participated less and less in conversation. Julie got up and took the remote out of his hand and turned the volume down to a less intrusive level. As she returned to her chair, he set it back to the previous annoying level.

Her drinks disappeared faster which was fine by us as we matched her glass for glass. Wine turned into rum and coke, then coffee and liqueur and back to rum. Talk turned to reminiscences that I did not share. Julie and the wife’s time on the farm growing up and the good times they had had. Not being engaged in this topic I had the chance to look at Julie and Paul as a couple. He was occupied apart from us, eyes glued to the television. She was looking glassy-eyed but talking animatedly with almost no facial expression. She was not unattractive in a sharp-featured way. Undoubtedly her best attributes were her tight body and disproportionately large breasts. She wore a sweater shirt that zipped to her neck and fit snuggly over those luscious globes. There was just the suggestion of nipple through the fabric of the sweater.

Bringing me into the conversation they made a stab at engaging Paul with his favorite two subjects: golf and sex. “Did you golf today, Paul?”

“Yeah, I got in eighteen early so I could get back for Julie’s Saturday afternoon nap! The golf was okay,” he said accompanying it with a sigh and an accusing look at his wife.

“I was tired okay!”

“I bet you guys have better naps than that, right?”

Before I could reply my wife said, “Only if we don’t make it out of the kitchen or off the floor.”

“Do tell” Paul encouraged.

“Well sometimes he sort of sneaks up on me when we’re cooking together and ….”

“Morning, noon, supper, snacks?” he was clearly into this direction of conversation.

“Yes” answered the wife giving me an appreciative smile.

“What’s this about the floor?” Julie inquired.

“Well when he is massaging my neck sometimes his hands wander a little too far forward. And of course, sometime when he turns around to thank me and he’s sitting between my legs….”

Now I knew she was getting loaded. This was not the typical kind of disclosure that I had ever heard from her.

Paul and Julie were staring at both of us. “See Paul less golf more cooking and massage!”

“I’ll throw away the clubs tomorrow!” We laughed.

Julie and my wife went into the kitchen to fix the next rounds of drinks. Paul had returned to the boob tube. I was getting turned on by the conversation and memory of the kitchen and massage that afternoon. Between noticing Julie’s nipples grow and seeing the oversize pull of the zipper rise and fall I knew I had to take matters into my own hands. I got up to go to the bathroom off the kitchen hoping Paul wouldn’t look over and see the tent in my pants. I heard snippets of a conversation as I entered the bathroom.

“…..the oil for sure. I’m not sure it would get in without it.”

“It’s that big?”

I was practically coming in my pants as I walked into the bathroom. I was stroking my cock with the image of that damned sweater in my mind’s Maltepe Escort eye when I footsteps passed the door into the living room area. My hand increased its pace and pressure. The door suddenly opened. All I saw was the sweater zipped down to reveal swelling cleavage and a hand with toilet paper. As I stood there with my cock in hand, she set the paper down on the sink saying, “God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone was in here!” she said to my cock as her eyes were riveted. As the door closed behind her, I came. I wiped, flushed and left shutting off the fan and light.

“Are you more comfortable?” she asked, slightly flushed with a trace of a slur as I returned to my drink and seat. “I feel like we’re really getting to know each other so much better tonight,” she added suggestively. She started to rise with her empty glass in hand. I quickly moved to stand in front of her, took her glass and commanded her to sit. “Oh you’re so forceful!” she giggled. Her eyes moved to my crotch.

The conversation had turned to work and her job by the time I had returned. She made an exasperated comment about their inattention saying, “Some days I think I’d have to stand nude at the front covered in post-its before they would pay any attention!” I chuckled but had an instant image of her sitting on the edge of her desk covered with strategically place post-its. I wonder what they would have written on them…..

“I said how are you enjoying your time alone at the lake?” I realized Julie had addressed this to me while I had been composing mental post-its.

“Oh keeping busy physically with some renovation jobs. Next week I’m oiling some boards. I gotta take advantage of being on my lonesome.”

“Lucky broads..oops…I mean boards.”

“How about you now that school will be ending?”

“It’s already over except for awards in a week and of course marking the exams this week. The school is being used for some tournament and we’re getting our siding redone this week. I’ll end up at the library again I guess.”

“You can always come out to keep me company. I’m outside most of the day and Paul can drive out for supper…”

“No he can’t!”

“Well thanks, honey,” he said sarcastically. “I’m on the road Monday and Tuesday is what she meant to say.”

Though nothing was decided it fed my fantasy of seducing Julie. There was a warm hug at the door in marked contrast to our arrival along with a generous view of Julie’s tits as she retrieved our shoes for us in a slow deep bend. The swell straining against white lace cups, gave me all the incentive I needed when I jacked off again when we got home.

I stayed home packing for the trip to the lake later that evening while my wife went up to the hospital. I couldn’t shake the image of Julie and sensuality of the previous evening. It had been a long time being that turned on. It seemed like I was ready to jerk off every other hour. On impulse I reached for the phone. She answered. There was no small talk. I said simply, “You will be at the lake tomorrow at noon. Wear your sweater, no bra, no panties. I’ll supply the oil and apron. Oh yeah, and bring some post-its, teach!” I hung up trembling. I freed my cock from my pants and a minute later I was spraying the toilet bowl with another load. For the rest of the day I jumped every time the phone rang. How fucking stupid am I? If she tells Paul or her sisters or her mother or my wife, my life will be over. Shit!

There were no calls and when she got back from the hospital conversation was as it usually was and our embrace at the car was warm and loving. When she said, “I wonder if Julie is coming out tomorrow. Maybe I should give her a call.”

“God no, don’t do that. What the hell will I do if she shows up? Don’t encourage it.”

“Okay, okay, I just wanted to let her know that it would be okay and that we were serious about helping her out. You know she’ll hates being alone in that house especially with noisy strangers working. I thought you two hit it off last night.”

“Just drop it though please. Let her go to Mommy’s!” We chuckled.

The next morning I woke up anxious — okay excited. Packing for the lake I hedged my bets by tossing in my blue pills. I unpacked, popped a pill and put out some supplies — just in case. Shaking my head, I couldn’t help being amazed at how delusional I was!

I was at the lake end preparing the wood for the stain sweating in the noonday sun. I hear a car door bang closed. My cock sprang to life. It can’t be! I sprinted up the front steps figuring her to come in the back way. My arrival in the kitchen was timed perfectly with a knock on the door before it opened with her calling out, “Anybody home.”

“You’re late”, I said glancing at the clock that said 12:30.

“I didn’t know if I was coming.”

“Oh you’ll be coming soon enough!”

She was wearing the sweater from the weekend and a loose fitting pair of sweatpants. She carried a small overnight bag and İstanbul Escort a huge sheaf of papers.

“I thought I said no bra”.

“And….” I reached out to feel her tit through the sweater. Sweet Jesus she was braless and beyond perky. At the touch her nipple practically poked through the fabric. I took her papers from her as she dropped her bag on the floor. I gestured toward the kitchen where and apron hung from the stove door and then toward the couch where a bottle of massage oil and bath towel waited.

Without hesitation she walked toward the sofa. Sitting down she flushed deeply. I took her hand and motioned toward the floor, spreading the towel before her. She answered by slithering off the couch to the carpet and towel. I stood facing her with my crotch inches from her face. Her breathing sped up and her face flushed. Straddling her for effect I pivoted over her and sat behind her reaching for the oil. My hand found the ring that had caused more than one fantasy since Saturday. I slowly pulled it down to the rise of her breasts. Rubbing the oil into my palms I lifted her hair and started to work on her neck. She jumped at the first contact and then visibly relaxed except for a shifting of her legs.

“Comfortable?”

“I’m kind of tense. I hope you can help. I didn’t get much sleep the last two nights.”

“That damned Paul!”

“You’ve got to be kidding. He talks a good game but he was asleep by the time I modeled my night gown for him. Then he was the big man last night but I was — sort of — too nervous to enjoy anything so I had one of my famous headaches!”

“Sounds like you were just as horny as I was”, I thought. My hands were putting more pressure on her neck while my eyes enjoyed the view from above and behind her. I pulled the ring down another couple of inches exposing half of one breast as I pulled the sweater off her shoulders to rub more oil on and began to massage. She was moaning and I noticed that her legs were crossing and uncrossing at her ankles. My hands began to move from her shoulders to her back and then to her upper chest. Pulling and pushing the effect on her breasts and sweater was amazing. My cock was poking her in the back.

“Your zipper is scratching.”

I stood and pulled off my shorts along with the underwear. I sat back down. “I don’t want to get oil on this,” I said tapping the zipper of her sweater. “You do it — my hands are oily”. She complied quickly removing the sweater tossing it aside. My hands had found my cock as I inspected her luscious globes swing slightly with the exertion. Dribbling oil onto my cock as she sat back I said, “Three hands are better than two.”

“What the…” she started to speak when my enflamed cock made contact skin on skin. As I massaged lower down her front I slowly moved in such a way that my penis trailed across her shoulder blades. Jammed between us as it was the motion was subtle at best but elicited a “oh my god” from her in a breathless raspy voice. She shifted forward slightly and I lifted my cock and balls up so that the balls rested in her mid back and penis extend up toward her shoulders. She began a slow purposeful side to side motion of her upper body that made me swell to maximum length. The heat between us was nearly unbearable. The slickness of the oil and my own precum leaking onto her back increased the sensual massage. Meanwhile my hands had roughly seized her breasts and hefted each squeezing them upwards and out from her body and my thumbs pressed her nipples with force. She suddenly stiffened and trembled for several seconds. Her head lolled forward and then back.

Grasping her under her arms I helped her to her feet cupping her ass through her sweats.

I tugged them down bending to give her breasts a tentative lick. She pressed on my shoulders but said nothing nor did pull away.

She stood nude before me with arms crossed to hide her breasts and a blush on her cheeks.. Her shaved pussy glistened with her recent coming. “Nice” I said lowering her to the sofa. As she was about to recline, I sat down in front of her. She was reaching for the oil so I extended my hands as I faced her from a kneeling position. She squirted oil on them looking puzzled having thought that I was looking for my turn.

I slathered the oil over her already slick tits watching it seep down into her triangle of matted hair. Taking the bottle I spilled more down her cleavage as she drew a sharp intake of breath at the sensation. I let it dribble between her legs. I leaned forward taking one breast in my mouth trying to consume as much of it as humanly possible. One hand groped the other breast pressing my palm into and around its roundness. As I pressed it up and forced it down my fingers opened trapping her diamond nipple between them squeezing till she gasped and then relaxed the pressure. My other hand was drawing circles on her stomach sopping up the oil. Still kneeling, I sat back taking in the sight of this Anadolu Yakası Escort incredible body before me. She was panting and her body had a rosy sheen from her neck to her pubic hair. I poured more oil directly onto her upper thighs. Working on both at once my hands moved from her calves back up the front of her legs to her waist across and down again. “Please” she murmured.

For an answer I moved my hands back up the inner part of her lower leg and slowing trailed up her inner thighs. Her legs parted with a mind of their own. My hands met at the vee of her thighs with my thumbs framing her cunt lips which leaked fluid as they pouted provocatively. Crossing my hands they rasped over the nub of her clitoris spreading her lips as they passed. Pulling them back I repeated the action several times. “I need to feel it!”

Reaching again for the oil I saw the confused look on her face as she was already bathed completely in its slickness. Tipping it up to my lips I held it in my mouth as she went over the edge knowing what was coming. I lowered my head and spread her lips with my thumbs. Her vaginal muscles were contracting creating a quivering motion of the lips. My mouth pressed against her opening and spewed hot oil up into her cavity. She erupted in spasm forcing back a mixture of oil and her own fluids through my pursed lips. Ignoring her attempt to pull back from the stimulation, I grasped her buttocks forcing her against my face. It slithered over the gash of her vagina — tongue, cheeks, chin and nose. Her gasping continued with her shaking. It was like she was having one long orgasm that kept driving her crazy. My hands moved to her inner thighs forcing them open and exposing even more of her vagina. Her hips moved up and down of their own volition. Her head was thrashing from side to side and her eyes were closed. Turning slightly sideways one leg was pried apart with my shoulder while one hand placed the opposite one over the arm of the sofa. My hands returned to her cunt lips. Both thumbs massaged the outer lips that oozed copious amounts of fluid. Extending one palm completely over her mound, I maneuvered it till the heel was pressing against her opening while one finger tickled her clitoris. She made choking incoherent sounds as her body tensed once again. In one motion I dropped oil onto the shaft lined it with her opening and plowed forward. Her tensed body seemed to be milking my shaft. The head pressed into something hard at the back of her womb. Rocking back and then forward I watched as there were still two inches of cock outside her body at full penetration She was like a rag doll as I hoisted her with my hands under her ass. Instinctively she encircled my neck with her hands. With my legs under me and still buried deep inside her I took all of her weight on my cock hands and legs. She was crying out now as the last two inches seemed to pop through the blockage. I was slamming her like a jackhammer up and down on my prick completely controlling her thrusts with my hands on her ass. Like a freight train I felt my own release rushing over me. At the precise moment that I came, my finger entered her butt hole only to the end of the tip. She shrieked and seemed to pass out. We both collapsed onto the sodden towel, too exhausted to speak.

After recovering enough strength to stand I ventured into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of wine. She downed it immediately and asked for some water, which I brought to her. She had remained nude atop the towel. She managed a half kneeling, half sitting position making no effort to cover her nudity.

“I can’t stand” she croaked in a half whimper. “I need the bathroom.” I helped her to a standing position. She gingerly tried a step stopped and then weakly and slowly headed off in the direction that I had pointed.

I knew that the neighbors on either side were in town working and would not be back until the weekend so the beach was ours. Our bay was sheltered from the strong off lake breezes and nosy neighbors.

“How about going for a swim?” She looked at me doubtfully. “Do you want a suit or do we go bare balls?” She stopped short of the couch and picked up her discarded bag, extracting a one piece suit from it. She quickly stepped into it adjusting her boobs into the tight fitting cups and uncurling the high cut seam on her hips. After stepping into mine, we walked down to the shore. Almost three hours had passed since her arrival.

When she hesitated at the water’s edge, I scooped her up and walked into the water. She laughed a nervous laugh and then relaxed. When I was waist high in the water and her back and lower body was bathed in the coolness of the water, she shuddered and dropped her legs to stand. When I produced a bar of soap from one pocket and a small bottle of shampoo from the other, she smiled and nodded. Supporting her back I bent her back until her hair was submerged. I squirted liquid and worked the lather into her scalp. She took the bottle and proceeded to return the favor. I extended each arm in turn soaping her from fingers to pits. She took the bar and mimicked my actions. She glanced nervously around as I lathered a hand and inserted it into the top of her suit. “No one is here and no one can see us.” She relaxed.

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She Wants a Real Cowboy Pt. 02

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It’s a cold Friday night in mid-February and the rodeo season is underway. The “Velocity Tour” has come to town at the central arena stadium. This is part of the “Professional Bull Riding” (PBR). Up and coming riders get a chance to gain points along with veteran cowboys.

Sammy (19 yrs.) is young and hungry. He came out of high school a top champion. He’s working hard to climb up into the rankings as a PBR newcomer. Tonight, he drew a bull named, “Shutter Island.” It’s his first time on this bull who threw him off after only three seconds. Even his helmet was knocked off of his head. He landed on his right shoulder and rolled over a few times. His left-hand rubbed that shoulder as he left the arena.

Ana-Sofia (20 yrs.) is a cute Latina (38-24-32). She has long black hair who also wears a black cowboy hat. She watched tonight’s PBR from the bleachers with her binoculars. She had hoped he would have an 8-Second bull ride. He didn’t and gained no points at all.

A friend had told she about a party announcement on Sammy’s Facebook page. That party would be at a motel near the arena. Ana-Sofia questioned whether she should go or not. Sammy is cute though with a solid body. She quickly decided to go and wants to meet him.

Later that night inside of the motel hallway. Room 110 is busy with loud country music. Cowboys and girls walk in and out of that room.

Ana-Sofia leans back against the wall in the hallway. She wears her cowboy hat, tight wrangler jeans Kartal Escort and cowboy boots. Her big tits are trapped inside of a snug western shirt. She looks up at Sammy whose right-hand leans against the wall. He also wears tight jeans, a western shirt and a new cowboy hat.

He smiles, “I’ve never been with a Latina before.”

She smiles too, “First time for everything.”

He asks, “Can I ask you something personal?”

She answers, “Sure, go ahead.”

His eyes look down at her chest, “Are those real?”

She answers, “Of course they are. You can’t touch’em in public though.”

He says, “You wanna go to my room?”

She replies, “I thought 110 was your room.”

He chuckles, “No, it’s used for my bull rider friends. My room is 120.”

She asks, “Is it private?”

He leans in and whispers, “Yeah, only I have the key. I also have a bent cock that will spread you open.”

Her eyebrows are raised, “Really?”

His hand pushes off of the wall and grabs her hand. He leads her down the hall.

Inside of room 120. The only light turned on is the lamp near the table. Shirts, jeans and cowboy boots are piled up next to the bed.

Sammy and Ana-Sofia are both naked. He sits on a chair next to that table. She still wears her cowboy hat who faces and straddles him. Both of her hands grip his shoulders while throwing her head back. Her hips grind forward and backward while riding his 7-inch cock.

His left hand Pendik Escort grips her left, dark-brown, areola and nipple. His lips suck on the right nipple as the tongue flicks it around.

She replies, “Ohhh.. Dios (God)… Mi Papi (My Daddy)… Papi… Dios.. Dios..!!”

He still sucks on that nipple, “Mmm.. Mmmm.”

Her hips grind hard on his bent cock.

She says, “Dios (God)… Dios… Extender (Spread) Me… Extender… Dios… Joder (Fuck)..!!”

His mouth lifts off of her nipple and says, “I told-ya… I’d open you up… You like it?”

She begins bouncing up and down on his shaft. The cowboy hat falls off of her head.

She screams, “Si (Yes)… Si… Siiiiiiiiii..!!”

His hands grip her tits as he closes his eyes. She rides his cock hard.

He says, “Fuck.. Ride it… Ride it… Ride me.!!”

She keeps screaming, “Joder (Fuck)… Joder… Siii (Yes)… Siiii..!!”

Sammy explodes, “Uh-Uhh.. Uuuuuuuhh.. Uuuuuuuhh.. Fuuuuckk..!!”

Ana-Sofia slowly grinds on his cock and smiles. She leans over and kisses him on the lips.

She whispers, “I came Sammy.”

25 minutes later. Both Sammy and Ana-Sofia are naked on top of the bed. She lays on her back with her buttocks on the edge of the bed. Both of her legs are spread open. She leans on both of her elbows. Sammy is standing up who leans over with his fists on the bed. His elbows are locked.

They both watch his cock which is buried deep inside Göztepe Escort of her cunt. His crotch hair hits her thick-black-bush. He’s been thrusting short and fast as her tits jiggle.

Thrust.. Thrust.. Thrust.. Thrust.. Thrust.

She replies, “Unhh.. Mi Papi (My Daddy).. Unnnhh.. Papi.. Mi Papi.. Unnhh.”

Both of them keep watching his stiff cock.

Thrust.. Thrust.. Thrust.. Thrust.. Thrust.. Thrust.

She says, “Mi Papi.. Mi-Mi.. Papi.. Unh.. Unnh.. Unnhh.”

He answers, “That’s right.. I-I’m Your-Daddy.. Your-Fucking-Daddy.”

Thrust.. Thrust.. Thrust.. Thrust.

He stops as they both breathe hard. He leans over and they kiss.

His cock is pulled out, but keeps the cock-tip inside. His hard shaft is curved downward.

Sammy slowly pushes it back inside of her black pussy. He goes all the way inside too as they both watch that shaft.

She says, “I never had a cock like yours. Never Papi (Daddy)… Feels good Papi.”

He smiles, “Daddy’s special.”

Sammy begins pushing in long and hard.

Thrust… Thrust… Thrust… Thrust.

Ana-Sofia responds, “Unnnhh… Unnhh… Papi (Daddy)… Papi.!!’

Thrust… Thrust… Thrust… Thrust… Thrust.

She says, “Joder (Fuck)… Joder… Joder… Mi Papi (My Daddy).”

Thrust… Thrust.

He screams, “Fuck.. Daddy’s cumming.!!”

Sammy pushes all of the way inside and explodes, “Uhh-Uuuuuuhh.. Uuuuuuuuuhh.. Uuuhh-Fuck..!!”

The next morning. Ana-Sofia is already gone. Sammy wakes up and looks around. He rubs his eyes and rolls over on the bed. His hand reaches down to grab for his jeans. He notices that his belt-buckle is gone. He won first prize.

He says, “Shit, I won that buckle two weeks ago.”

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My Lady Branch Manager Pt. 01

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Abhi took his bag off of his back and took the stairs to get to his office. It was already 10 a.m. on the clock.

“She might get angry,” he whispered to himself.

This was the third time this week that he had got late to the office.

“Abhishek this is not done. Try to be in office by at least quarter to ten.” She had said the other day, “It doesn’t look good when you login while customers are standing in the queue, does it?”

“No mam, I’ll be on time from now.”

And here he is, late again.

He exhaled and pushed the branch door and walked in. His gaze inadvertently went to BM Mam’s cabin. Her seat was empty. He gulped and almost dashed to his seat.

“Where is mam?” He enquired with the staff sitting next his cubicle and pressed the CPU button.

“I don’t know. Maybe inside server room.”

He wiped the sweat off of is forehead, pulling his chair forward and pressing some keys on the keyboard.

He took the pending loan files and opened the one on top when he heard the bell BM mam presses to call the messenger.

“Sir, Mam is calling you.”

“Ohh okay I’m coming.”

Abhi pushed the door of her plush cabin and wished her. She was wrapped in a beautiful violet saree with polka dots. Her thick, curly hair were pulled in a gentle ponytail. His eyes lingered around her supple lips.

“Good morning Abhishek. Sit.” She ordered turning the pages of a file.

His felt a bit nervous, taking the seat. Abhi had joined two weeks back as a PO for his advances training. He had heard a lot about his current branch manager regarding her professionalism and work ethics. The information had made him a bit nervous but she had come across as a very reasonable and intelligent lady.

“See this application from the government teacher for loan is pending for sometime,” she looked up at him, “There is an issue with the CIBIL. Draft a deviation approval. We will hand it over to our Head Office in the evening.”

“Sure mam. I’ll do it right away.”

Moments later he was walking out of her cabin with the file. His gait was relaxed as she didn’t bring up his late arrival issue. He took his seat and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. She was in her early thirties. He had found her beautiful and attractive, with her body curvaceous at the required places.

Day passed by as the loan customers came to his counter in twos and threes. He had gained a decent knowledge under her and was able to treat the customer at his counter itself. At times if some new thing comes up, he would walk to her cabin and wait till she calls in and enquire about his doubts. She had always been very helpful and supportive.

He yawned and stretched his arms looking at the watch. It read 5:30 p.m. The day passes without your realisation in banks. He scratched his beard when his thoughts were disturbed BM Mam’s bell.

“Mam is calling you.”

He stood up and rushed in.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Abhishek did you prepare that deviation approval?”.

“Yes mam it’s ready.”

“What are you doing now?”

“Nothing much mam.”

“Take that proposal then. I’ll drop you to the Rbo. Then you can proceed to your home.”

“Sure mam.”

Abhi switched off his computer and pushed the proposal in his bag and came out. She was already picking her handbag and walked out of her cabin.

“Do you know how to drive?”

“No mam,” he replied sheepishly.

She smiled back.

He took the seat next to her as she pulled back the car from the parking area and turned it to exit gate. He shifted in his seat holding on to his bag. She seemed a good driver, smoothly taking the curves.

“How did you like the bank?”

“It’s good Mam.”

“Mhmm,” she nods.

The dark clouds were taking a cover and were hovering around.

“It might rain mam.”

“Yeah. You do one thing. Give the proposal in the Rbo and come back. I’ll drop you home.”

Abhi gave the affirmation and almost ran inside rbo as it had already started raining. By the time he came back, it was pouring heavily. He covered his head with his bag and rushed towards the car.

“Where do you live Abhishek?” She enquired as he pulled the door shut.

“Mam it’s some 4km from here. If you go straight and take left at the next crossroads.”

She switched on the windscreen wipers and started moving slowly. The wipers were almost of no use. Rain was heavy and visibility had reduced too much.

She stopped the car along the side of the road, “We will wait for sometime. I can’t see anything.”

“Sure mam.”

Rain was accompanied by heavy wind now. Abhi was looking in the opposite direction, trying to appear to be busy noticing the rain and not knowing what else to do. He felt some movement and turned to see her reaching out for her handbag kept on the back seat. She had turned and had stretched her arm fully and her big, womanly breast was visible from the side of her blouse. Her hand was not reaching to the bag.

“Mam let me.”

“Yeah please.”

And she pulled back. Abhi stretched Anadolu Yakası Escort and grabbed her handbag.

“Thanks Abhishek.” She took out her phone and checked the signals.

“Mam there are no signals in my phone as well.”

“Yeah mine too.”

Another thunder rang through the noise of the rain.

“Are you hungry?”

“No it’s fine mam.”

“It’s already past 8 Abhishek. We will see if there is some place where we can eat.”

She movee the car slowly, anticipating traffic through the headlights. Wipers were running up and down to no vain. The sides of the road were mostly dark with shops having half of there shutters down. The chances of an eatery were bleak in the heavy rain.

“You don’t carry any eatables in your bag?” She asked jokingly.

“Haha no mam nothing is there at the moment.” She took a gentle left turn.

A red, neon board reading Hamlet’s lounge appeaed through the raindrops.

“Arre how come I have never seen this?” She quipped excitedly and turned the car around the corner and slowed it down. Both of us ran hurriedly towards the lounge. She was giggling happily and ran through the pool of water.

Abhi cleaned the water from his face and looked up. She was dripping with water. Her saree was clinging to her hourly shaped body. She pulled her damp hair back and his eyes lingered around her visible waist and cute naval button.

“Ooh I didn’t realise it was so far or I would have parked the car closer.” She wiped her face and shook her saree, forcing the droplets to fall down.

“Yeah haha,” I opened the gate for her. We walked in. It was almost empty. We took a table in the corner, away from the direct AC. She was a bit cold.

“We will have hot soup,” she quipped.

I founded her to be an extremely jolly person. She was chit chatting with me as if we had been friends for sometime. I also felt a bit more relaxed and frank and discussed about my college life and ex-girlfriends and future plans. Many a times, my eyes went haywire looking at her moist, smooth skin.

Her lips were luscious as they moved. My mind was extrapolating the same lusciousness to her more intimate parts and imagining them in my mind’s eyes. I felt guilty of thinking that way but somehow my boyhood was overtaking my guilty conscience. She noticed my eyes lingering around her damp neck and immediately pulled her saree up. I was taken aback for a moment and could not meet her eyes.

She asked for the bill. My mouth went dry. I didn’t know what to say. I was cursing myself. How can I be so stupid, I wondered.

“We will go Abhishek. It’s getting late.” She pushed the chair back and stood up.

“Yes ma’am.” I almost mumbled and followed her like an obedient boy.

Rain had slowed down. We rushed to her car and within minutes we were standing outside my house.

“Mam…umm thank you.”

“No problem Abhishek.”

“And I’m sorry. It’s not what you think it is.” I couldn’t look into her eyes as I apologized.

“Good night Abhishek. Try to be on time tomorrow.”

“Yes mam.”

I walked out and she drove past.

Next one month in the branch was horrible. I had become punctual and did not leave any stone unturned to get BM Mam’s attention but she was behaving as if I don’t work in her branch. Her conversation with me had turned totally professional with frequent yeses and nos.

She would hardly look at me and not a word from her would be about something other than work. I have had dreams of kissing her. I would dream of her wearing a skimpy saree with deep cleavage and I would ravish her juicy mouth till I quench my thirst. But in morning I would call myself bad words for seeing such a dream. With days passing like this I grew too impatient and decided to talk to her.

“Umm…mam…”

She didn’t say anything.

“Mam… actually…can I have a word with you?”

“Tell me Abhishek.” She didn’t even look up from her file.

“Are… are you angry with me?”

Her pen stopped writing but her gaze stayed down.

“No Abhishek.”

“Then why are you not talking to me?” I felt more confident.

“I am talking to you Abhishek.” She looked up for the first time.

I felt timid as she looked at me with her black, beautiful eyes.

“No. I mean yes. You are.” I cleared my throat,” but not the way you used to.”

She remained silent for a moment.

“Because I don’t want you to get any fancy ideas.”

“There are no fancy ideas ma’am.”

“Do you think I’m blind? Tens of men ogle at me throughout the day. You think I don’t understand what goes in your mind?”

My mouth went dry. I could feel goosebumps on the back of my neck.

“No mam…umm…it’s nothing like that mam…you…I,”

“Carry on with your work Abhishek.”

I felt even worse after the conversation. Now even the regular day to day work in her cabin felt awkward. I tried not to make any eye-contact with her, though I would watch her walk and do her work without making her aware of it. I made a habit Pendik Escort of going to the lunch once she had finished hers. The possibility of any awkward situations were nullified. I started counting the days remaining for my next posting. My general banking training was about to end in another week. Then one fateful day we received the information about the incoming Audit in the branch. BM mam called for a meeting in the evening and briefed the staff about the Audit. She was a bit apprehensive because she wasn’t expecting the Audit so soon and a lot of work was pending on many fronts. Roles were divided for the staff. Target was set and the whole branch started preparing and finish the pending works.

“Sir? BM madam is calling you to her cabin.”

This was a first in months that she had called me to her cabin. I immediately jumped out of my seat, straightening my shirt and strode toward her cabin.

“May I come in mam?”

“Yes Abhishek.” She closed the file she was looking into, “You are already aware that the Audit is due for our branch.”

I responded with a nod.

“You have to take care of the advances section. Is this your first audit?”

“Yes mam.”

“Stop new sanctions for some time. And make sure that all the existing loan documents are complete in all respects. Signatures, stamps, forms are properly filled etc.”

“Sure mam I’ll take care.”

She briefed me about the registers to be maintained and other documents auditor might ask. It was a longest conversation with her for months. I felt better as she even smiled recalling her Audit experience when she had joined the bank. I immediately swept aside the new applications and started arranging the old applications. I started putting the stamps on the documents. Her smiling face flashed across my mind and it made me smile unknowingly. I leaned on my chair and tried to look in her cabin. She was comfortably sitting in her chair, looking at some paper, her curly hair were pulled back but few stray hair were hanging by the side of her face. I looked at her pinkish brown lips and felt my heartbeat getting audible.

“And did you tally the stamp register?”

“It’s done mam. It’s tallying. Only these are the files where you have to put your signature,” I placed the bundle on her table,” Other applications are already complete. Tomorrow I’ll get the registers ready.”

“Good,” she smiled picking up the first application and stroked her signature, “Ill sign these. You can proceed.”

“Thank you mam. When will you leave? It’s already late. I’ll wait till you finish.”

“No. Please proceed. I can take care of myself.” Her voice turned stern and I turned to walk away.

“What are you doing this Sunday?”

“Nothing much ma’am.”

“Will it be possible for you to come to branch?”

“Yes, sure mam.”

“We still have some work pending in the operations area. I could use some help.”

“No problem at all ma’am. I’ll be here. Good night ma’am.”

“Good night Abhishek.”

I stepped out of the branch. It was drizzling. I walked to the nearest auto.

“No sir not possible. There are no passengers on return from there.”

I took shelter under a tree and waited for the next bus or auto. Clouds were dark and hinting towards a heavy downpour. I was almost praying for something to come so I can atleast get inside a vehicle. I looked at my watch. It was already reading five past eight. I yawned and couldn’t see a single vehicle down the road. Rain was already pouring now and the tree was unable to hold the heavy drops of water. I lifted my bag above the head but it was raining heavily. I looked around for some shelter but couldn’t find any. The pitter patter of raindrops filled the evening silence and I looked at the water drops bombarding the concrete road.

I heard a car horn blaring and turned to see BM ma’am’s car parked near the branch gate. She was waving at me to come in. I rushed to her.

“Idiot, you should have come back to branch na!”

My shirt was all wet and pants smudged and damp.

“I’m sorry mam,” I shifted uneasily, realising the mess I was making in her car. The raindrops on the roof were making a huge ruckus now.

“We will go to my place. I’m not taking my car towards your house. The road is not good,” she turned the wheel and took a left turn.

“Once the rain stops, we will hire an auto for you and you can go to your house.”

“Sure mam. I’m sorry that I’m troubling you.”

“It’s alright.”

I could feel my teeth clicking with cold.

“You can take off your shirt. It’s all wet. You will fall sick.”

“No it’s okay ma’am.”

She turned her face towards me with flaring nostrils and I immediately started unbuttoning.

“Ahem. Mam?”

“What?” She was concentrating on the road.

“I’m not wearing any vest.”

She inhaled irritatingly.

“It’s alright. It’s more of a reason that you shouldn’t wear a wet shirt. You’ll get fever.”

I unbuttoned and parted my shirt, pulling it back and removing it off. The warm air Kurtköy Escort of the car made a soothing contact with my skin. I took the shirt to wipe the water from my forearm and chest.

“We are almost there,” Her voice was monotonous and low pitched. She was also feeling the presence of a semi-naked male sitting next to her. I could sense her deliberate efforts of not looking at me. She looked at the wing mirror while making a left turn towards the main gate of her house and got a glimpse of my naked chest. She pulled the gear and looked at my strong, forearms and wished immediately that she wouldn’t have.

She parked the car inside the main gate. I got down with my wet shirt held infront of my chest. She walked back to close the main gate and turned and took out the keys to open the wooden door.

“I’ll give you something to wear. I don’t have any shirts and all.”

“Okay mam.”

I held the pink towel in front. It had a picture of a fairy holding her wand. I looked at it and smiled, bringing it close to my face and smelled. I was disappointed as I could not find any special aroma.

“Abhishek?”

“Yes mam, ” the towel tumbled in my hands as she knocked the door.

“Umm see if you can wear this. I don’t have anything bigger than this.”

“Yes mam I’ll try it.”

I held it in front of me. It was a lose maroon top. I lifted it over my head and pulled down. It was skin fit and short. Fortunately, I did not take my damp pants off. Neither mam said anything about removing them.

The sound of rain outside the window was still substantial. I pushed the door open and walked out.

“Ma’am?” I looked around.

“Ma’am?” I walked into the main hall looking for her. She was nowhere to be seen or heard. I saw a cup of coffee kept on the table.

“Abhishek?”

“Yes ma’am?” I looked in the direction of her voice.

“Have some coffee. Take some biscuits from the kitchen.”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you.” I took the cup and walked towards the kitchen when I got a glimpse of the light from her room adjacent to the kitchen. I stood outside the kitchen, looking at the biscuits plate and the little gap in the window.

Why did she left the biscuits in the kitchen? I took a step towards the window and my mouth fell open at the sight. A pink towel was wrapped around her body, covering her breasts and hanging till her upper thighs. She was busy drying her hair with another towel. She was facing a tall mirror and her shapely back and bottom were facing my lusty eyes. I glared at her heavy breasts in the mirror and wondered if they would fit in my hands if I try to grope them. I could make the outline of her hard, big nipples protruding. The towel ended just below the junction of her smooth thighs and I stooped low to see if I can get a glimpse inside her towel. My heart almost came to my mouth when she bent forward, throwing her hair infront and drying them off. The towel rose a bit from behind. She was not wearing any panties but her thighs were squeezed together from behind, not giving any peeking sight of her womanhood, although her bulging hips inside the towel gave a good idea of her fleshy butts. For a few moments I forgot that she was my ma’am. My hand went down infront of my pants as I adjusted my hardening wood, poking uncomfortably against my briefs. I imagined myself standing behind her and pushing her in front forcefully and pulling her towel off, holding her back by her hair and ravishing her naked flesh with my strong, bare manhood. I licked my lips.

“Abhishek!”

I was distracted from my daydream and almost dropped the cup from my hand. “Ye…Yess mam!”

I reluctantly but hurriedly walked inside the kitchen.

Did she see me?? My heart was pumping harder. The strong hardness in my pants was making a tent and my mind was overtaken by guilt and shame.

“She’s my ma’am, for God’s sake,” I almost spilled the coffee and mumbled.

“Had biscuits?”

“Ye…Yes mam. Taken.”

I quietly walked in to the main hall. My heart was beating fast and the hardness fizzled out. I took deep breaths calming my nerves and took a seat.

She busrt out laughing looking at me.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry but I didn’t have anything bigger than this,” she was suppressing her laugh and giggle.

“Haha it’s alright ma’am.” She was in a lose white top and PJs. I looked at my skin tight top and tried to pull back the bared stomach.

“Where is your coffee ma’am,”

“I have taken my tea.”

“Okay,” I took a sip and looked around. I could feel her eyes sneaking glances at me. I felt a bit nervous.

“You go to gym?”

“Yes mam.”

“I have been trying to lose some belly fat. I have treadmill, dumbells but it’s all biting dust.”

“Ma’am these are not needed at all. You just do 15 crunches a day. More than enough.”

“I need a mat for that?”

“Yeah, do you want me show you how to?”

“Umm…yeah sure why not.”

I placed the cup aside and went down on floor, “You have to lie on your back, and place your legs like this, bending at the knees. Put your hands behind your head,” my top rose even further as I raised my arms, “And lift your body. One.”

She was looking at me with an inquisitive look as I demonstrated the crunches.

“Nice,” she mumbled quietly.

“Try it ma’am.”

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