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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The Sweater

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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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Jason Summer, the narrator, is a completely fictional person. The stories featuring him are also completely fictional. They have some continuity to them, but are designed to be a series of stand-alone stories that can be read in any order you so choose.

Also, Jason Summer lives in a world with no STDs and 100% effective birth control. We do not. Please don’t emulate him in regard to protection. If you’re getting laid, get laid right.

—

“Hey, Jason, you’re taking my friend out on a date next Saturday night,” Stephanie said.

I blinked. This was a strange greeting, even for Stephanie, who was a bit eccentric. “Uh, hello. I’m doing what?”

It was my senior year of college, and a group of my friends and I were getting lunch at the student union. I looked over at Brad, my best friend since high school, but he just shrugged.

“Her name’s Bree, she’s a friend from back home who’s coming down for the game next weekend,” Stephanie explained. “She was bitching last night that the only guys who are taller than her are asshole jocks. Since you’re not an asshole and you’re not particularly athletic, I thought you’d be perfect.”

I’m 6’9″, and probably the tallest guy at the university who wasn’t on the basketball team. It’s a dubious honor at best. “Gee, thanks,” I drawled. “Do I get to know anything else about this Bree? Or even get a say in this?”

Stephanie shook her head. “No.” She turned and started talking to our friend Crissy while I sat there with my mouth open, fumbling for a reply.

Brad laughed and clapped me on the back. “Yeah, I’m sure this will work out great,” he offered. I gave him a look and he just laughed harder.

That’s just what best friends do, isn’t it?

—

I got a few more details out of Stephanie over the next ten days. Bree was a volleyball player; they went to high school together; Bree had dated a series of assholes and guys who were shorter than her and Stephanie just wanted to prove that tall and nice weren’t mutually exclusive.

Whatever. I’d been on a cold, dry streak for the entire semester so I didn’t put up much of a fight. Stephanie told me what type of clothes to wear (nice jeans with a v-neck pullover), where to go to dinner (a place with local flavor rather than a chain restaurant, but not somewhere expensive), and when to pick Bree up (7pm at Stephanie’s apartment). I could handle a no-strings date that required no thought on my part.

It turned out to be a pretty good Saturday. The weather was great, the football team won the game handily, and I knew of several good parties we could hit up after dinner. I’d been resigned to the date for most of the week, but I was getting interested in spite of myself now. I just hoped Stephanie didn’t talk me up too much — I didn’t want this girl to have some impossible standard of me to live up to.

I arrived at Stephanie’s a few minutes before seven. I was habitually early for everything, even though I knew Stephanie had never been on time in her life. Sure enough, she bustled to the door and invited me in to watch TV in the living room while Bree finished getting ready (with Stephanie’s help, of course).

I agreed and sat down to watch the night game while they worked.

—

My first impression of Bree was *legs for miles*.

Stephanie came out of her bedroom about a quarter after seven and hurried over to me. “When she found out how tall you are, she was really excited to wear some really high heels and still be shorter than you,” Stephanie said. “But she’s still a little nervous. Please be nice, okay?”

I looked at her strangely — I wasalwaysnice. Stephanie teased me about it constantly. Bree must be really self-conscious of her height. I just nodded.

Stephanie smiled and called, “Come on out, Bree.”

The door opened and Bree stepped out. Her blond hair was piled up on top of her head, and because of that she had to duck slightly to not hit it on the door frame. She wore a scoop-neck blouse and a jacket on top and a very short skirt along with strappy five-inch heels. Her legs were lean and muscular and *very* sexy.

She stopped a few steps into the room and stood there for a moment, fidgeting. “Um, hi,” she said softly.

“Wow,” I said. She wasn’t the prettiest girl — she had a long nose and a few blemishes on her face, and at first glance her figure was a little boxy — but she was very striking. And she had clearly made an effort to look good for me, and that is always a turn-on. “You look great.”

Bree blushed and smiled. “Thank you.”

I stood up and walked over to her. I was probably about two or three inches taller than her. I glanced down at her heels and guestimated her height at around 6’2″. No wonder she had a hard time finding dates, and no wonder she was so excited to wear heels and still be shorter than her date.

I offered her my hand and introduced myself formally. “Jason Summer.”

She shook my hand and grinned. “Ooh, a gentleman. Bree Lupinski.”

I laughed. “I don’t know about that, but it’s nice to meet you. Stephanie wouldn’t tell me much about you, but Göztepe Escort just from looking at you, I can’t see why.”

“Well, so far, at least,” she joked.

“Okay, you two,” Stephanie interrupted. She shooed us toward the door. “Go out, have fun. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”

Stephanie took Bree’s arm and lead her to the door. I followed them out, and as I did, I took the opportunity to check out Bree’s figure. The jacket was short and stopped around her waist, which gave me a great view of her legs and ass as we walked. I could tell she was an athlete, as her legs were muscular and well-defined, and her ass looked firm and tight under her skirt as it swayed with each step. Her shoulders were fairly broad, but not frighteningly so or anything, and she had a nice neck.

Stephanie said goodbye to us at the front door, and I walked Bree to the car. I opened her door for her, and as she leaned over to get in, I used the unguarded moment to check out her chest as best I could. Her top was fairly loose and had some ruffles or something on it, so it was hard get a good look at them, but I had a suspicion that her breasts were bigger than they looked — that the overall length and size of her frame made them seem smaller than they were just by comparison.

Hopefully, I thought, I’d get a chance for a more up-close and personal inspection.

—

“I really am so sorry!” Bree said for what had to be at least the tenth time.

“Bree, it’s okay,” I said. She had knocked over her glass of red wine at dinner and it had soaked both my jeans and my light-grey pullover. Rather than go out to the parties later on with stains, I asked if we could run by my apartment after dinner so I could change. She was okay with that; honestly, at that point, I think she might’ve agreed to anything I asked.

We pulled up to my apartment building. “You’re being incredibly understanding about this,” she said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Well, you never know,” I said. “This could all be a part of my dastardly plan to impress you with my opulent living quarters and then have my wicked way with you.”

She grinned and rolled her eyes at me. “Sure. Of course, I just let you think that so my plan of having my wicked way with you comes to fruition.”

I laughed as we walked to the door. Bree had a pretty quick, self-deprecating sense of humor. Dinner had been a good time; we’d started off by noting and laughing at all the looks we got as a tall couple, and conversation had flowed pretty smoothly the entire time after that. Dinner as a first date was always very dangerous, as you never knew if you’d have enough in common to talk the whole time. I was glad this had worked out well.

I was actually a bit frustrated at how well it had gone. Bree went to school a couple hundred miles away and neither of us were going to be moving anywhere near one another after graduation. I liked her, but there was no way I wanted a long-distance relationship.

We got to my apartment and I unlocked the door. “It’s just a studio,” I warned her. I don’t particularly like roommates.

My apartment is pretty minimalistic. I have an extra-long futon that folds out into my bed on one wall, and my long dresser is on the opposite wall. A smaller flat-panel TV sits on the dresser. There’s a closet, tiny kitchen, and the door to the bathroom across the room from the front door. All in all, the apartment is less than four-hundred square feet.

We walked inside, and Bree looked around for a moment, then leaned back against the wall and raised her hand to her forehead. “You’re right, it’s too much for me. I’m feeling faint. Your diabolical plan is working…”

I laughed and walked over to the closet. “Have a seat. Lemme just grab a change of clothes and toss these in the washing machine and we can head out to the party.”

I grabbed a shirt and jeans out of the closet, but Bree put her hand on my shoulder before I could get far. She stepped up close to me, bit her lip, and said, “Actually, I think I might’ve gotten some wine on my clothes, too.”

I looked down at her, but I couldn’t see anything amiss. “What, really? Why didn’t you say anything before? Here, let me grab–“

“What? No, I–” Bree cut me off, then stopped and made a frustrated sound deep in her throat. She mumbled something under her breath that sounded like, “Stephanie said you were thick-headed,” then took a deep breath. “Jason. You’re really sweet. I hope this isn’t–” she said, and kissed me.

I was shocked — I hadn’t gotten the impression that I was going to get laid tonight at all, but then again, I can be pretty dense — but I still had the presence of mind to kiss her back. I dropped the spare shirt and pants onto the floor at our feet and put my arms around Bree and pulled her close up against me.

Bree reached up and put her arms around my neck, and her back arched as she pressed up against me. I could feel her breasts push gently into my chest, and her left knee lifted slightly around the outside of my right leg as she lifted her hips up into my body. İstanbul Escort Her kiss was soft and almost tentative, and combined with her posture and body language it was like she was offering herself up to me.

It was such an interesting feeling, having such a tall woman pressed up against me. Her whole body was long and lean, soft in all the right places, and I could taste an interesting combination of alcohol and lip gloss on her mouth.

She slid her arms down my back and then pulled my hips into her as we kissed. I moaned softly as my cock got hard and pushed into her. She let go of me and pulled her jacket off, then reached back around me again.

I slid my hand from her knee up her thigh and under her skirt. Her leg was smooth and firm, and definitely longer than any other girl’s leg I’d ever touched. My fingers slid underneath her skirt and continued up and over the curve of her ass as we kissed. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her chest harder into mine and pushing her ass back against my hand.

Of course, this is naturally the time that I lost my balance.

I took a step back to try to catch myself, but the back of my knee hit the futon and I tumbled back onto it. I let go of Bree as soon as I realized what was happening, but she had her arms around my neck and didn’t let go soon enough, so she tumbled forward onto me. Her left leg, the one that was lifted up and hooked around my leg, ended up high on the futon beside me, and her skirt hiked all the way up to her waist as she ended up pretty close to straddling me.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded quickly, looked at me for a moment, then burst out laughing. I laughed, too. After a bit, she settled her legs so she was more comfortably straddling me, her skirt still hiked up around her waist, and kissed me again. “That was either the luckiest accident ever, or you have a very odd smoothness to you,” she said. She punctuated her statement with a little grind of her hips into my crotch.

I moaned lightly at her hip action, then kissed her and said, “Definitely just luck, but we can pretend I’m smooth if you like.”

She shook her head, but she didn’t say anything more. We started kissing again, and I lost myself in the feel of her on top of me. I’ve always liked the position we were in — the woman on top as we were both seated — because, when you’re usually a foot taller than your partner, it’s the best way to get her head closer to your head level.

She pulled my sweater up over my head and things quickly heated up. I unbuttoned her shirt and she shrugged it off, and then I unhooked her bra and her breasts fell free. They were much bigger to the touch than they looked on her frame — I guessed they were likely a d-cup at least, maybe a bit bigger. They almost filled my hands up, and I have big hands.

Bree leaned back and I kissed my way down her neck and chest. She let out a soft moan as my mouth sucked her nipple, and I slid my hands down her back and onto her ass as I kissed her. She ran her hands through my hair as I kissed and nibbled her chest, and after a moment more, she pushed me back into the futon and kissed me passionately.

“Mmm,” she moaned, and leaned back. “Don’t move.”

Bree stood up and looked down at me for a moment, then reached down to pull off her heels. I stopped her. “No, Bree. Leave them on.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Foot fetish Stephanie doesn’t know about?”

I shook my head. “Look, you’re pretty tiny, compared to me. Not only do your legs look sexy as hell in those heels, but you can use the height. Keep ’em on. Please.”

Bree bit her lip for a moment, then smiled at me. “Uh-huh. Tiny?”

I shrugged. “Seems that way to me.”

Bree unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down to the floor. “Okay, big guy, the heels stay on.”

She stood in front of me in just a tiny, stringy black thong that barely covered her pussy and her strappy heels, all tall and muscular woman. I looked her up and down and just drank in the sight of her. “Wow.” I looked her in the eyes. “Bree. You look like a goddess.”

She blushed and looked down. “God, the way you look at me makes me feel like one,” she said softly. I reached out to her, but she pushed my hands away and sank down to her knees. “No, no, it’s my turn to make you feel good before you flatter me so much I do something stupid like propose to you,” she said.

She grabbed my jeans, unbuckled my belt, and slid my boxers and pants down and off. My cock, rock hard after her little show, sprang free and smacked me in the stomach. Bree didn’t waste any time — she didn’t make a comment, stop to admire it, or even hesitate. She grabbed my dick in her hand, leaned forward, and licked it from base to tip before she sank her mouth down and wrapped her lips four inches down. Her mouth was hot and wet and I could feel her tongue dancing along the underside of my cock as she slowly drew back up to the top.

My head dropped back against the futon as I moaned. Bree really, really knew what she was doing. My dick isn’t ridiculously huge, but it’s still proportional Anadolu Yakası Escort to the rest of my body, and usually girls take a bit of time to adjust to it. Not Bree. The size seemed to be just right, because she gave me the best blowjob of my life that night. Everything was perfect: a hot woman enthusiastically sucking on my dick, down on her knees in front of me, with my dresser mirror behind her so I had a perfect view of her g-string-clad ass and her tits swaying as she bobbed up and down.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her. Bree just moved the head of my cock to the back of her throat and moaned so I felt the vibrations. My muscles seized up and I had one of those full-body orgasms that are practically a religious experience, it was incredible. Bree swallowed my entire load like a champ, and kept gently sucking and licking my cock as my body twitched.

“Oh fucking wow,” I exclaimed softly as my orgasm subsided. Bree smiled, her mouth still only an inch or two from my slowly-deflating cock. “That… That was amazing. You are amazing.”

“Why thank you,” Bree said.

I took a deep breath. My body wanted to shut down after that, but I couldn’t let such an incredible effort go unrewarded — or that challenge unanswered. I grabbed Bree by her shoulders and lifted her up and twisted her body until she was beside me on the futon, then pushed her gently so she was lying down on her back, her feet toward me. I leaned over her so my mouth was at her ear, kissed it, and whispered, “Now it’s my turn.”

I kissed my way down her body slowly. The one thing I learned early in my sexual education is that whatever speed I think foreplay should occur at, I should take at least another minute or two so the woman enjoys it, too. It’s served me well since that first day I tried it on my teacher.

It’s also important to take your time when you know you want to fuck, but she’s already gotten you off once — not only does it get her ready for you, but it gives you time to recover and be ready for her. I definitely wanted to fuck Bree, badly, and I definitely got the impression she wanted me. I had no intention of being anything but ready when it was set to happen.

By the time I kissed my way down to her pussy, she was drenched. The tiny g-string panties were barely a square inch of fabric covering her lips, left almost nothing to the imagination, and were sexy as hell. I kissed Bree’s inner thighs as I admired the view and got her even more wound up, then — without warning — slid my mouth over her pussy.

Bree arched her body as my lips surrounded her pussy and my tongue found her clit through her panties, and she cried out, “Oh, God!” I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her hip bones down to keep her steady, then gently moved my tongue over her clit, still covered by the fabric of her g-string. “Oh, God, oh, God,” she mumbled for a few seconds as I did this, then grabbed my hair and pulled and said, “Damnit, Jason, stop teasing me!”

Suddenly, without any warning, I sat back on my haunches, ripping her hand from my hair. My hands grabbed the straps of her panties and yanked them down, over her heels, and then I immediately leaned back down and buried my tongue in her pussy. My left arm wrapped around her to hold her steady and I slid two fingers deep into her slit, then curled them up just as I pressed my tongue to her clit and sucked gently.

Bree came hard. She gave a short, violent scream that was almost immediately choked off as all the muscles in her body locked up for a few seconds. My old teacher taught me this trick — the sudden gratification — and I knew from experience that it was incredibly intense for most women. After a few seconds of complete stillness and silence, Bree gasped in a ragged breath and her body started to shake. I kept the pressure the same and didn’t move, I didn’t want to change any of the sensations that were coursing through her body.

Bree shook for a few seconds, still mostly locked up, and then let out a loud, explosive breath as her muscles released. Slowly and gently, I slid my fingers from her soaked folds and lifted my head to look up at her.

“Oh my God, Jason,” Bree said. Her head was tossed back, her tits rising and falling with each deep breath she took. She looked up at me with wide eyes and her arms reached up and pulled at me. “Come here. Come here.”

I crawled up her body and she grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, heedless of her own juices smeared around my mouth. Her legs lifted up and wrapped around me and she pulled me close with her heels. My cock had completely hardened, watching her orgasm, and when the head found her wet pussy it slid right in with only a little resistance.

“Oh, yes, Jason,” Bree gasped between kisses as I entered her. “Please, don’t stop, I need you, now, don’t stop.”

I looked over to my dresser mirror and saw the two of us together on the futon. Bree’s long legs were wrapped around me and her sexy heels stuck up in the air, her tits bounced beneath me as I stroked in and out of her. I tried hard to keep up a slower, steady pace, but it was nearly impossible. Bree was hot and ready to go, and she was no pillow princess; her hips lifted up to meet each of my thrusts, and she buried her hands in my hair and kissed me and gasped in my ear and told me how amazing I felt inside her.

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Please note:

The story is fiction. However, things I say about myself like a general description, how I perform sexually, good or bad, is true. I am not a good writer, I admit, but, I do enjoy writing erotica. Generally, my stories are all true. This story is a fantasy. Thank you.

* * * * *

I spread my legs wide while still on my back and your eyes were riveted on my cock!

“DAMN!….You are STILL hard!” You put your hand on it, saying, “Look how hard you are, Hoot,….and,….after shooting that monstrous load, too! DAMN!!!!”

I had propped a pillow under my head and you moved, placing your knees very close to my balls! I reached to the side and removed an art- icle of clothing from the nightstand, as well as some body oil and I handed them to you.

You took the body oil, opened it, and, poured some on your hands! Then, you began to rub it all over your luscious tits and I laid there, my hand on my cock, lightly rubbing it!

As you spread the oil all over them, you said, “You want to fuck these sooooooo bad,….don’t you Hoot?” you asked with a smile. You noticed my eyes were glued to them. “Yes,…Hoot wants to slide that huge prick right up between these twin beauties!” and, you knew your words were get- ting to me!

“Yup,…” I answered,….”and, you want me to because you know these big balls are filling with the cream you love so much! And,..you know, if we can get them all around me,….I will treat you with a load you never knew a man could give in one explosion,….don’t you!” I teased back.

“Think we can?….You know,….get them all around you?” you asked.

“Possibly,….with some effort,” I answered.

“What kind of effort, Hoot?”

“Well,….let’s see, in the regular way, just how far they will wrap around me,….and,….if they don’t?….I will make a suggestion.”

“Isn’t the regular way,…me, underneath you?” you asked.

“Ordinarily,…but,…I found, by doing it with a lady who had 55HH tits, that,….this is best done when the woman is above. Perhaps not as comfortable for her,….but,….she does have lots of freedom of move- ment! Let’s try it,….you’ll see,” I added.

You moved in closer, shoving a pillow under my ass. Then, on your knees, you straightened up, looking down at me while your hands continued to rub in the body oil,…and,….you saw me taking deep breaths as I so loved seeing those twin mounds moving in all directions as your hands glided over them! Then,…you picked up the clothing article I had gotten from the nightstand and put it on. It was a silk strip….with a spaghetti strap at the top that you tied behind your neck, and, one on the bottom which you tied around your waist! I breathed harder seeing the strip sit in your cleavage,…just waiting for the bottom length of my thick cock!

Your lovely eyes were directed at the big, open tip,..and,…they flared as you saw the large hole begin to fill with my precum! Then, you put your hands on your tits and….spread them far apart,….and, you looked down seeing my shaft slide up the silk strip, and, you looked Anadolu Yakası Escort at my face seeing the ecstasy spreading over it!

Higher,…higher,….I pumped,…and,…soon,…my big balls moved on to the bottom of the silk strip! You tilted your head down and I felt and saw you flick your tongue down into the very large hole and drag out the precum there! You swallowed it down, saying, “That has just got to be the best tasting cum I have ever had!”

“It is all yours sweetheart! WhereEVER you want it!”

“Just make sure when you are ready to blow, my lips are wrapped around the tip…..just the tip,….so I can leave room in my mouth to take it!”

You began to press your lovely tits closer together, looking down, seeing how close the insides of your breasts were getting to the sides of my thick shaft! I was breathing harder and harder as you continued to move them closer,…and,….you were getting close as you, also, were diddling and tweaking your small nipples!

With the flat of your hands on the outsides of your breasts and as you brought them closer and closer together, you began to suspect your tits would not be large enough to fit….entirely….around me! But, I was not worried about that! I was too excited as closer,…closer,…closer ….they came,….now, less then an inch from touching me!

Busily, your fingers rubbed and squeezed your nipples, and, from the way you were reacting, it seemed as though it was going to make you cum! Faster, faster,….your hands rolled and pressed your tits, while your fingers flew across your nipples! Then,……………..

“OH! OH! OH! OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!” I groaned aloud as I began to feel your hot tit flesh make contact with the sides of my thrusting shaft! Your tongue continued to dip, again and again, down in the large hole, removing any trace of precum that appeared!

I pumped and pumped and you pressed and pressed those lovely tits, and, I was really starting to squirm now!

“OH YES!!!! HOW HOOT LOVES TO TIT-FUCK! YES,…HOW YOU LOVE TO TIT- FUCK,…DON’T YOU BABY!!!” you hollered out!

Faster, faster, my hips rose and fell, gliding my shaft up that silky strip, and, more and more, you made sure your tits were in contact with my thrusting prick! You pressed and pressed your tits and,….came up short! There was better then an inch separating your breasts as I pumped my shaft! Then,….I hollered to you, “Amber!!! Amber!!!…. Hunch your shoulders forward! Hunch them!!!” and, quickly, moving the flat of your hands more to the rear of your tits so you could gather up more tit flesh, you hunched your shoulders forward, and, they now were almost touching,…nipple-to-nipple!

“Hunch them more, Amber! More!!!” I hollered out, and, you tried and were successful, as your nipples came together! I pumped madly, and, at the same time, as my hips rose from the bed,…you brought your tits down,….and,..when my hips returned to the mattress,…you brought your lovely tits upward!!! Over and over again!!!! You maintained your nip- ples being in contact with each Bostancı Escort other, and, the momentum and speed with which I was thrusting, was telling you I was real close!!!!

Then,….you came! Your body shuddered,…and, shook,….and, you felt your juices running out of your sweet pussy, in abundance! You came again and again,….and,…you clamped your lips all around the outside of the tip as I screamed,….”I’M,…..I’M,….I’M,….CU….CU,…CU,… ….CUUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!” I continued to thrust until I felt the first column leave my big balls and race up my length! You kept your lips firmly around the tip,…waiting,….and,…very soon,.. ….you felt that first column….hotly and wetly,…gush,….into your mouth!!!!!! You came again and again,…juices squirting out of your hot pussy as never before!!!!

It was exquisite,…feeling your hot, meaty tits surrounding my cock ….completely,…..as you quickly swallowed the first column!!! Then, 2 seconds later,…another column,…and,…you tried to swallow that one, but, instead,…your cheeks began to blossom out!!!

You continued to swallow and 2 seconds later, a third one leaped from the tip and gushed and shot toward the back of your throat! You almost gagged, but, you recovered, and, your cheeks blossomed out even more, similar to what takes place when a trumpet player is blowing his horn!

Two seconds later,….and,…a fourth shot from me,….and, although you continued to swallow,…it was too much, as,…..gobs of my sweet, white cum leaked from the corners of your lips and began running down your chin!

You continued to cum,…experiencing multiple orgasms as your juices poured from you, streaming on the inside of your thighs and pooling on the silky sheet underneath you! Now,…you had released your tits and you filled your hand with the silky slip, bringing it to my big balls and my cockmeat close to my balls and you began to fondle and rub them, as you wanted more and more and more of my gism to leap from me!!!!

You withdrew the tip from your mouth and I directed it upward, just in time for another column to spurt from the big tip and spray into your hair!!!

I aimed downward and the next column shot from me as I…waved…my shaft from one side of your face to the other directing the column to paint your forehead,…all the way across! The next column was about to spurt so I aimed my cock further down,…letting it spray from one cheek to the other, right across the bridge of your nose!

By this time, the column on your forehead was running,…coating it and sliding down onto your eyebrows and eyes! Then, the column under- neath that began to run, slowly,..and it spread across the lower parts of your cheeks and underneath your nose,…..

This time, as my cock leaped and bucked, I directed the gism right across your face and your mouth and chin,….In between spurts, you quickly looked in the mirror on the wall and you were shocked as your entire face was coated! None of the flesh of your face could be seen!

Your silk Erenköy Escort filled hand fondled me faster,…and, rubbed my cock quick- er and harder! You wanted more! Lots more!!!

And, I gave it to you,…directing the tip to shoot all across your neck,….then,…onto your breasts,…as I waved my shaft from side to side,…the big, long, very white columns ejecting from the large hole in the tip and you so loved the hot, hot, wet feelings of it as they, too, began to run,….sliding over your nipples and the meat of your breasts!!!!

No, Amber,…you were NOT going to look like a glazed donut because my cum is VERY white!!!…VERY creamy!!!…But, I assured you I would completely cover your flesh with my huge load!!!!!

Thirty seconds into my climax and, I had shot some 15 long, very thick, very white columns of gism and I wasn’t done yet! I moved back just a little so I could spurt just under your tits, and, it shot from me,….spreading across your belly,….covering completely,…your belly button!!!!

Then,…you moved,…placing your face very close to the tip as you wanted me to shoot more on your face! Already coated,…I added more… lots more,….and,…every once in a while you would open your mouth and let a column or two blast into your sexy, erotic mouth where you closed your eyes as you swallowed, loving my cum like no other!!!

You could still feel your hot pussy spurting out your juices as you had never cum so much in your 10 years of fucking! Still fondling my balls with your silk-filled hand, you grabbed my cock with the other and,….YOU,…directed the remaining sprays,….letting some columns blast onto your face and the remaining columns recoat your lovely tits!

43 seconds later, my cock had yielded all it was going to for this time,…and,…as I settled back,…you were busy dragging my cum with your fingers, into your mouth and sucking and swallowing the cum from them! Then,…your sexy mouth went to work again on my cock….as your tongue swirled all over the tip,…then,….in….the tip,…then,… you passed the flat of your tongue along my entire length,…taking in any residue of cum that was there!

You looked up and into the mirror again,…and,…you were so shocked! It looked like 60, 70 guys had cum on you, and, you sooooooo loved your body, from your hair all the way down to your belly, being so coated, not being able to see ANY flesh!!!!!

We took a slight breather! You and I settled back, and, your eyes moved to my shaft!

“KEEEEEEE-RIST!!!!!…..YOU’RE STILL HARD!!!!! I….CAN’T…BELIEVE IT!!!! YOU ARE….STILL….HARD, HOOT!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!”

“I told you honey,….rarely….do I go soft!!!”

“You mean,…you still want me???”

“Of course!!!! We are not through here….I want to fill your sweet pussy with a big load! And,..fill your lovely ass with another, my pet! And,….I want you to deep-throat me again! And,…fuck my cock with your tits again!!!! I also want to eat that sweet pussy of yours!”

“No, no,…Hoot! That’s a no-no! That is reserved only for a woman! Only a woman can please me with her mouth there!!!”

“Okay,….I understand,…but,…we can still do the other things!”

“Whew!…You mean,…you are ready for…more action,…right now?”

“Yes, Amber!…..Right now!!!!!”

(To be cont’d)

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When she bought the house, one of the things that Samantha liked best was the backyard. The large heated pool, the extended deck area, the French doors that opened to the deck from throughout the house, she loved all of it.

Her own bedroom had large double doors opening directly to the deck and the matched lawn furniture she had placed there. There was a high wooden fence all around the property, giving her complete privacy for nude midnight swims and naked sunbathing.

This morning, Sam had been out in the hot summer sun, tanning her trim body. She took a book, magazines, a radio, a phone and a tall glass of iced tea. She would lounge on the chair or float in the water, turning herself frequently to keep her beautiful golden tan even. As usual, she tried to read her new book, but couldn’t keep her mind on it. Something about the hot sun and the water and her naked body made her mind turn to things erotic. She was extremely excited, a buzz in her head and an ache in her pinkness. She fought the desire as long as she could, but it overwhelmed her. All she could think about was her aching clit and her throbbing nipples. She could just satisfy herself in the pool, but found the neighborhood noises sometimes distracted her, making her miss her mark.

When the desire became too strong, Sam went into her bedroom, leaving the French doors slightly ajar in her rush to move to her big bed. As she passed her dresser, she took her two favorite vibrators from the drawer. One was a blue jelly vibrator and the other was a beautiful green jelly one with little bumps on it. She settled on her side of the bed, slightly curled up. She allowed her hands to slide over her hot, naked skin, feeling the smoothness of her body. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensations of her fingers sliding over the slightly oiled skin.

Her fingers slid between her legs, toying with the long, curly hair she found there. She played with the curls, pulling them out and letting them fall back against her mound. She combed them with her fingertips, enjoying the gentle touch of her nails on the sensitive skin there. Her finger slowly traced the slit, taking so much time, moving slowly and surely. Now there was no rush, she wanted to enjoy the knowledge of what was to come. Finally, after long foreplay, she plunged her finger into her slit, finding her clit and toying with it. She liked to play and come at least once with her fingers before adding the “Boys” to the mix.

She was Maltepe Escort lying on her left side, her right hand busily engaged when she heard a voice, a man’s voice. Her eyes flew open and she saw a man standing in the doorway leading to the pool. He looked away from her, stammering and stuttering, not entirely sure what to do. He said, “My car died right in front of your house, and I knocked on the front door. I noticed the fence was open, so I came back here looking for a phone. I knocked on the French doors and they opened. I am so sorry to have, ah, interrupted you.” He knew he should leave, but the sight of Samantha busily pleasuring herself was mesmerizing. He tried to look away, and make normal conversation, telling her his name was Tanner and he was from another town, just here for a meeting.

As he tried to make conversation, Samantha looked him over. He was tall with a nice build, wearing neat jeans and a crisp cotton shirt. He was clean-shaven, with beautiful green eyes and long lashes behind wire rimmed glasses. She noticed his hands, his long, graceful fingers. He was clean and neat and very cute.

He stepped into the room and tried to cover Sam’s naked body with the sheet, but she couldn’t tolerate the weight on her hot skin. He was quite a lovely man and she needed one now. She thought it through carefully, or as carefully as a woman on the verge of orgasm can think. Here was a stranger, a man she would never see again and he had the one thing she couldn’t supply on her own. He had a cock, and judging from the bulge in his jeans, quite a nice, hot cock.

She pulled her fingers from her pussy, making a delightful wet popping sound as they emerged. She moved her fingers toward the sheet when the man reached forward and gently guided her hand to his mouth. His mouth opened and he sucked her wet fingers deep into his warmth, closing his eyes and slightly sighing as he tasted her juices. His lips pulled on her fingers, moving them in and out of her mouth with a slightly erotic rhythm. Sam felt the pull deep inside her pussy. She looked directly at his groin, and was delighted to see his jeans were nearly pulsing.

Tanner sat down beside her, his back against her updrawn thighs, facing her. He leaned forward and softly kissed her, moving his lips against hers, brushing back and forth, his tongue slipping out to trace the shape of her mouth. She felt her mouth relax, inviting his tongue to enter and make love. He was a great kisser. Ümraniye Escort He moved slowly but with skill, shaping her lips and washing the sensitive area with his fantastic tongue. She felt herself playing, sliding in and out of his succulent mouth, while the electric jolts raced through her body to her very center. She thought she had been excited before, but now she was aware of her pussy swelling and the moisture gathering, spilling down her thighs.

Now his fingers moved from her shoulders to her erect nipples. He touched them softly, tracing them and feeling the skin pull tighter and the nipples engorge further. She moaned into his mouth. Having her nipples played with and sucked were one of Sam’s favorite activities. His sweet mouth pulled away from hers and started moving toward her aching nipples. He kissed the skin and licked around each breast, moving his tongue with a skill and sensuality that made her shiver. Her back arched, encouraging him to continue. Tanner’s mouth moved busily, giving equal time to both soft breasts, both throbbing nipples. He licked and sucked on them, giving all his attention to her needy nubs.

He seemed in no hurry at all, but made love to her breasts until she was barely breathing. The orgasm that had escaped when he arrived was building again. His fingers were stroking up and down her back, massaging her spine and the swell of her ass cheeks. Sam felt the heat building, felt her legs tightening and heard the roar in her head that signaled an orgasm. Tanner’s mouth continued laving her engorged nipples, circling the base and tickling the sensitive area. Suddenly, he pulled her right nipple deep into his mouth and began sucking it needily, triggering her orgasm. She cried out as the spasm started so deep within her pink, arching to his mouth, offering herself to him.

His mouth remained gently on her breast, allowing her to calm down and catch her breath. He watched her as she regained awareness, her eyes still glazed with lust. As her body relaxed, she turned on her back and her legs fell open limply. Tanner could see her pretty brown curlies, shiny from tanning oil. He slid his long fingers down her belly, moving into the jumble of curls and combing them. He could feel her wetness, her swollen lips. He heard her intake of breath as he slid across her slit. He reached across her body and picked up the Green Boy, using it to slide up and down her engorged lips. He moved it deeper and deeper, up and down, İstanbul Escort as her legs began to tremble and her moans started again. She was so wet, the toy slipped easily into her deep pinkness, until only the black knob remained visible. He turned on the vibrator, hearing the throbbing whhhhiiiirrrrrr, even from deep inside this luscious woman.

She looked at Tanner then, her eyes pleading, her soft moans becoming begging, saying, “Please, please” over and over. He took the cool Blue Boy from beside her and placed the tip against her clit, turning the control switch to high. Sam’s entire body responded. Her hips rose from the bed, pushing against the toy and trying to make even more contact. Tanner concentrated on keeping the toys in place as she writhed on the bed. He moved the Green Boy in and out of her needy pussy, turning it slightly and slowly. He wanted her to feel the bumpy texture as it slid in and out of her depths, wanted to see her come again with her toys inside her. Sam was so incredibly excited that it didn’t take long. Her moans became growls, from deep in her throat and her legs locked together around his hand as she fucked her toys and moved toward a massive orgasm. When she came, she called out his name and seemed to suck the toys even deeper within her. Again, Tanner waited until she returned to awareness and then carefully removed both toys.

He was incredibly excited and couldn’t wait another minute. He stood and undressed quickly, his erect hot cock springing out, precome dripping from the engorged head. She reached for it, but Tanner couldn’t even allow for that. He placed himself above her body and lowered his cock between her legs. He felt her small hand reach down and guide him to her swollen pussy. He couldn’t stop. He entered her and began stroking in and out with unbelievable need. He felt her legs wrap around him, giving him even deeper access to her pussy. Her warm inner self molded itself to him, and made him feel a part of her. They kissed greedily as he plumbed her depths, whispering words of desire and lust, both of them in a haze of desire.

Her hand was still between them and he could feel her fingers on his cock, massaging it as he moved in and out. He felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to explode. Sam’s fingers moved into his hair, holding his face to hers, kissing him with excitement and desire. She looked into his eyes and smiled, asking him to come for her, in her.

Tanner tensed and then felt the come pouring into her. Her hips met his, thrusting in unison, slowing as his orgasm diminished. He collapsed on her, holding her close and kissing her face, his cock still inside her. He felt her muscles as she milked him and caressed him.

They slept.

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Shehla’s Story Ch. 00

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Shehla’s story has its beginnings in the “Kalpana how she got angry and frustrated when she saw couples chatting, laughing, flirting…

Shehla was desperate for male company. But she knew very well that she couldn’t afford to have an affair either with colleagues in the office or with neighbours or acquaintances. So in her desperation, she’d joined several online dating platforms to seek out someone to have a short term relationship with. She’d been shocked and stunned by the responses she’d received.

“Didi, you cannot imagine the unbelievably vulgar replies I received, with photographs that would put a pornographic magazine to shame!”

“Oh god! I hope you didn’t give out any photos or personal details!” Kalpana had whispered.

“No, of course not! I may be desperate but I’m not stupid!”

“Thank god!”

“I don’t think I’ll ever find a man this way either. I think I’m just going to go crazy!” Shehla had whispered.

“Na, na, Shehla. Hausla mat haaro. Zaroor koi raasta nikal aayega!”

“No, no, Shehla. Don’t give up hope. I’m sure you’ll find a way!” Kalpana had comforted her.

“Tumhare shauhar ka iss barey mein kya khyal hai?”

“What does your husband have to say about this?”

“Hum dono ek doosre ko bahut chahte hain. Aur woh meri pareshani samajhte hain. Agar unke bas mein hota to woh kabke laut aaye hote. Lekin woh itni buri tarah ulajh gaye hain ke yeh namumkin hai. Pehle unhon ne mujhe koi vibrator sarikhi cheez istemal karne ka sujhav diya. Lekin mujhe usse koi sukoon nahi mil paya. Phir unhon ne hi mujhe kaha ki ho sakey toh kissi ko doondh le temporary rishte ke liye…”

“We love each other and he understands my problem. If he could, he’d have returned long ago. But he’s so badly entangled, that’s just not possible. He first told me to use a vibrator but I could not find any satisfaction with that. So, in fact it’s he who suggested that I could try to find somebody for a short term…” Shehla had hinted that her hubby was caught in some kind of a trap.

“Didi, shaadi ke pehle maine kabhi nahi socha tha ke mujhe jismani rishton ki itni latt lag jayegi! Agar maine shaadi ki hi nahi hoti to iss sabse mein bach jati…”

“Didi, before I got married I’d never thought that I would get so addicted to bodily pleasures. I’d have been saved all my troubles if I hadn’t married at all!” Shehla had concluded with a sad shake of her head.

“Arri pagli! Yeh kya keh rahi hai tu? Tujhe ek achha sa pati mila hai, ek khubsoorat si bachchi bhi. In dono ka tumhe zindagi bhar saath rahega. Abhi ke problems zaroor jaldi hi mit jayenge. Hausla rakho!”

“Don’t be silly! You have a wonderful husband and a beautiful daughter too! They’ll be with you for a lifetime while your present problems will go away soon. Don’t lose hope!” Kalpana had comforted her.

Shehla’s heart to heart talk with Kalpana had lifted a great burden off her shoulders. She felt Şerifali Escort much more relaxed and positive now, although there had been no material change in her circumstances. Then one day Kalpana had a brainwave.

“Shehla, agley weekend ko hamari Society ka Annual Social Gathering hai. Tum bhi aao aur tumhari maa aur bachchi ko bhi leti lao. Bada maza aayega. Tumhara dil bhi bahal jayega!”

“Shehla, our Society is having its Annual Social Gathering next weekend. Please do come and bring your mother and daughter too! It’ll be great fun. It’ll also distract your mind!” Kalpana invited Shehla to cheer her up.

Shehla was grateful for the invitation. She knew she could use any occasion to distract her mind from her current problems and a social gathering with lots of young children having noisy fun seemed to be just the thing she needed. After some hesitation, Shehla accepted the invitation and asked what she could bring to contribute to the gathering but Kalpana cheerfully told her to just bring her sweet self…

***

“Aao, aao Shehla, welcome! Hamara ghar dhoondhne mein koi dikkat toh nahi hui?”

“Welcome, Shehla! I hope you had no problem finding our house?” Kalpana gave her friend a cheerful welcome.

“Absolutely no problem!”

It was just past noon on a Saturday. The residential society’s social gathering was scheduled to start at 4:30 in the evening, but Kalpana had invited her friend early, so that they could have lunch together.

“Aur yeh kya? Tumhari ma aur beti kahan hain?”

“And where are your mom and daughter?”

“Ji, wey dono meri khala ke yahan gaye hain. Unki nati ki salgirah hai aur meri beti ko unke yahan bachchon ke saath khelne mein bahut maza aata hai.”

“Both of them have gone to my aunt’s place. Her granddaughter is celebrating her birthday and my daughter loves to play with children there.”

“Oh! It would’ve been great fun if they too could’ve come! I hope they’ll be able to come another time.” Kalpana was a bit disappointed.

“Ji, mein lana chahti thi, lekin salgirah ka program pehle se hi tay ho chuka tha.”

“I wanted to bring them along, but the birthday program had already been fixed a while ago.”

She then introduced Shehla to her mother in law and her kids. Kapil walked in just as they had settled down with cold drinks.

“Yeh hain merey pati, Kapil. Aur Kapil, yeh hai meri colleague aur acchhi saheli, Shehla!”

“This is my husband, Kapil. And Kapil, this is my colleague and good friend, Shehla!” Kalpana did the introductions and they greeted each other with smiles and nods. They all made small talk while sipping cold drinks. Soon, Kalpana, her mother in law and Shehla retreated to the kitchen to put finishing touches on the food and set the table, while Kapil relaxed in the living room watching TV and the kids played in their room.

“Kapilji, aaiye. Khana taiyar hai!”

“Come, İstanbul Escort Kapilji. Lunch is ready!” Shehla came out and called him.

(Author’s note: “ji” is a suffix formally added to a person’s name to express respect.)

“OK!”

When Kalpana had introduced them, they hadn’t been able to really gauge each other, since other people were present. Now that they were by themselves if only for a few seconds, they took the opportunity to size each other up.

Kapil quickly took in Shehla’s appearance. Her complexion was smooth and fair and her face was bereft of makeup, other than a thin eyeliner and pale lip gloss. She looks much younger than her age; she could easily pass off as a college student, he thought.

Her tall, trim frame was clad in a simple but smart salwar kameez outfit. The kameez was front opening with buttons running down to the waist. It was made of off-white muslin and had elbow length sleeves. The neck opening was modestly sized. Dainty embroidered flowers decorated the neck and framed the line of buttons. The salwar and the dupatta were in matching, colourful print.

Shehla had worn a slip under the translucent kameez, to preserve her modesty. The shadow of her black lace bra could be discerned through the layers of clothing. Although the loosely draped dupatta hid the contours of her bosom, he guessed that she was reasonably well endowed. She had a flat belly, flaring hips but no love handles. Altogether, she had the mature figure of a woman who’d borne a child, yet it was slim and svelte due to the combined contribution of her genes, her regular workouts and her moderate, healthy diet.

Shehla didn’t wear a bindi on her wide forehead, in keeping with the norm of her faith. Departing from her usual practice, she had worn her long, thick, lustrous black hair in a single plait that reached almost to her waist. Although she might not rate as a great beauty, she was quite attractive in an understated way, Kapil acknowledged to himself.

Like most women, Shehla too had an in-born faculty for quickly sizing up men. Without conscious thought, she did a quick take. She noted his tall, slim frame, his quick, energetic movements, his humorous eyes hiding behind a pair of spectacles, his confident stance. She had earlier noted approvingly his quick wit, ready laughter and the way he’d glanced possessively at his wife Kalpana every once in a while. She now noted the flicker of interest in his eyes as he looked at her. She was used to getting that from men, but coming from Kapil, she was flattered. “H’m! Nice!” She concluded.

There was relaxed banter as they all sat around the dining table and ate lunch. Both Kapil and Shehla were quite used to interacting with members of the opposite gender in their work environment and there was no awkwardness between them. They all laughed aloud as Kapil regaled them with jokes and they enjoyed the kids’ antics. Ümraniye Escort After a thoroughly enjoyable lunch, Kapil retired to his bedroom to catch a nap while the women tidied up the dining table and then set to work to prepare for the evening revelries.

The women of the society had divided up between themselves the job of making evening refreshments. Kalpana had been given the responsibility of making lime sherbet. Kapil had already procured a large quantity of limes and a big icebox full of ice cubes. The women set about squeezing lime juice and making sugar syrup. A large drum of cold lime sherbet was soon ready, after a lot of tasting and balancing of sweet, sour and salty flavours. Plenty of lime juice, sugar syrup and ice was left over, just in case additional sherbet was needed. Soon, all of them headed downstairs to the society’s clubhouse.

There was cheerful chaos and confusion as kids ran around chasing each other and the members of the managing committee bustled around to make sure that everything was as it was supposed to be. The chairman of the society called out over the public address system and announced the official start of the annual social gathering, after a short speech. Along with other ladies Kalpana got busy organizing various games and races for the kids. Her lime sherbet was a great hit with the crowd, particularly with the kids, who were thirsty with all the games and races they were participating in and soon, it was running low.

“Shehla, kya tum please aur sherbet bana ke laogi?

“Shehla, can you please make more sherbet?” Kalpana was in the middle of refereeing a three legged race. Shehla immediately agreed. Kalpana gave a shout to Kapil, asking him to accompany Shehla to unlock their apartment and also to help her haul down the full drum of sherbet. His little five year old daughter spotted them just as Kapil and Shehla set off towards their apartment.

“Papa mai bhi aati hoon. Mujhe bathroom jana hai!”

“Papa I’m coming too! I have to use the bathroom!”

“Han, han bitiya. Tum bhi chalo hamare saath!”

“Yes, child. Come with us!” The girl skipped along, holding her father’s hand.

Shehla got busy in the kitchen, fixing up another batch of lime sherbet.

“Papa, aao!”

“Papa, come!” The girl called out from the bathroom, after she’d finished her job. With practiced ease, Kapil helped his daughter to wash and clean up and put on her knickers. As their set ritual demanded, they both made great whooshing sounds as she flushed the toilet. She then happily scampered away, eager to re-join her playmates downstairs, but not before collecting two sloppy kisses from Papa.

“Wah, Jijaji! Aap sachmuch apne bachchon ka bahut achcha khyal rakh sakte hain!”

“Wow, Jijaji! You really know how to take care of your kids!” Shehla was impressed.

“Han! Yeh sab to karna hi padta hai, bachche hone par!”

“Yes! You have to do these things, once you have kids!” He said deprecatingly. Kapil was pleased with the compliment. He also noted that Shehla had addressed him as Jijaji (brother in law, treating Kalpana as her adoptive elder sister) instead of the more formal Kapilji.

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Adam , Alexandra Ch. 02

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Alexandra had invited Adam around for dinner and made her intentions plain enough by slipping off her shoes and pressing her toes against his crotch as they finished off dessert. He placed his hands on top of her feet and gave them a rub. His warm hands and tender touch made Alexandra shiver, but not for long.

“Bet you can’t make me come with your feet,” he challenged, dropping his trousers, leaning back in his chair, and motioning for Alexandra to work his dick with her feet. Unconvinced but turned on by his boldness, Alexandra carefully edged her feet into position either side of his cock and started moving them up and down. Up and down she guided her feet, slowly rubbing Adam’s cock. She’d never done this before and wasn’t quite sure of herself, but right now, she was quite happy to do what Adam wanted.

Alexandra heard Adam’s breathing increase and sensed she was getting the hang of what she was doing. She leaned back and let out a contented sigh of her own as she fingered herself, knowing full well Adam could see what was going on.

“Shall we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?” Adam said, standing up, pulling his trousers and pants back up and stretching out a hand towards Alexandra.

Alexandra bit her lip, nodded, and taking his hand, they silently went upstairs. “Sorry it’s such a mess,” she instinctively blurted out as they made their way, hand in hand, into her bedroom. Adam laughed as she jumped ahead of him and in one movement swept aside a collection of clothes, bedding and books that lay on the bed.

“It might be a bit messier by the time we’ve finished,” Adam said as he sat on the bed.

Alexandra blushed. She didn’t know why. She felt ready to let Adam do whatever he wanted, and she hoped it would be as good as it had been the other night, when he’d gone down on her and made her come like never before.

Stripping Bostancı Escort off his shirt and jumper, Adam had Alexandra lie at right angles to him and demanded that she carried on where she had left off downstairs. As she enthusiastically kept up a fast-paced motion with her feet wrapped around Adam’s dick, he leaned over her and started gently fingering her.

Alexandra lay back and closed her eyes. She couldn’t cope with this. As Adam moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, she struggled to keep her feet around his dick, and she was beginning to tire. Meanwhile, Adam had noticed both her slowing with her feet and her continued avoidance of any sort of eye contact. He stopped.

“Alexandra?” She opened her eyes and began to sit up. “On your knees,” he commanded. If she wasn’t going to look at him, then he was damned if he was going to waste any more time searching for a connection if it wasn’t ever going to materialise.

“Okay,” she whispered, turning her body around. She buried her face in the soft pillows at the head of the bed. She could no longer see anything, but she could hear Adam’s every word and could feel him kneeling down behind her.

“I’m going to fuck your feet now.”

“Mm-hmm.” Do whatever the fuck you like, she thought. Adam rubbed his cock along the soles of her feet, and Alexandra let out a stifled giggle, the soft touch of the tip of his hard prick tickling her slightly. Adam moved one of her feet on top of the other, sandwiched his cock between them and started to thrust himself forwards and backwards. He could see flashes of bright red as Alexandra reached down and used her fingers to play with herself.

Grabbing her arse with his free hand, he gave her a playful slap on the cheek. She squealed playfully. Adam continued to thrust, slap her bum and Alexandra continued Kadıköy Escort to finger herself.

So lost in the moment was she that she hadn’t noticed that Adam had stopped driving his cock between her feet and was now right behind her. With both hands on her arse, Adam guided his cock gently towards her hands.

He couldn’t see, but she smiled as she carefully took hold of his cock and guided it towards her pussy. She had loved it when he was fingering her earlier and now wanted him inside her.

Neither was bothered that she hadn’t made him come with her feet. She moved her fingers and concentrated on touching her clitoris as Adam began to thrust gently. She let out a long moan, which was in part an involuntary reaction to what was going and partly designed to let him know that she was happy. She was even more thrilled once Adam began to increase the speed of his thrusting. She dropped her hands, as Adam was now fucking her hard enough to make her whole body shake.

He wasn’t finished with her yet, though. Adam was fit, and although he could sense that Alexandra was perhaps struggling with the pace a little, he was in no discomfort. He wondered how much she could take and was delighted when each time he stepped up the speed and intensity she responded with screams of pleasure.

Every one of Alexandra’s senses was on fire. She could feel every move he was making and could hear him slapping his body against hers with more and more force. It felt like he was turning her on in ways she didn’t realise existed. Sex when she was young and in love hadn’t been this good.

Respite only came for Alexandra when she heard the phone ring downstairs. Adam slowed his movements to give her a chance to catch her breath, hoping that she’d tell him to carry on.

Mortified, Alexandra suddenly remembered her brother had been Göztepe Escort due to call and she’d completely forgotten about it. She threw her head forwards onto the pillow, put her hands up, realising that the moment, if it hadn’t gone already, would be long gone by the time she’d finished on the phone.

“I have to take this call,” she said, breathlessly, grabbing her dressing gown from the back of the door. Now it was Adam’s turn to break the connection. He sat, head bowed and with his hands in front of him as if he was praying for divine intervention.

He wasn’t. He didn’t look up until he could hear Alexandra pick the phone up and he knew he had to get out.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, he got dressed and made his way downstairs. He could hear Alexandra was still on the phone. An inherent sense of decency stopped him from leaving without at least acknowledging he was doing so, and as he meandered into the lounge, he caught Alexandra’s attention and flicked his head towards the front door to let her know he would now be on his way.

“Hold on, Dean,” Alexandra said into the phone. Holding her hand over the mouthpiece, she looked at Adam.

“I’m sorry about this. You don’t have to go.” She desperately wanted him to stay. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel him close to her again, but family always came first.

Adam was frustrated and angry, but he didn’t want to let her see that.

“I do, Alexandra,” he said firmly. “I do. I’m done. I’m sorry.” Alexandra frowned. What was he apologising for?

“I’m sorry too,” she whispered, screwing her eyes up as he turned and left. Ten minutes earlier she had felt as if a wave of pleasure was sweeping through her body; now she felt sick to the stomach.

She took her hand off the mouthpiece and continued with her conversation, unashamedly telling her brother that a neighbour had just dropped off some misdirected mail.

Dean had just come out of the hospital, and she would always be there when he needed him. She knew, however, that she should have told Adam or rescheduled the call.

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She sits down on a stool at the long mahogany bar and crosses her tan legs. She is aware of her naked crotch under the short black dress; the feeling as the flesh of her inner thighs meet. The dampness between her legs as the anticipation of his arrival begins.

She sets her handbag down upon the bar and looks up to find the bartender. Her hands smooth down her long dark wig as she catches his eye. He approaches and she orders her standard Captain over ice. When the drink arrives it is comforting in her hands. The cold hardness of the glass. The first sip gliding down her throat. The warmth in her chest. Already she can feel his hands on the small of her back. His mouth upon her clit.

The note she had left for him was short. “The Engine Bar. 6pm. Black.”.

She turns her head to look out towards the large front windows. And out of the corner of her eye, her gaze finds him. Well cut black suit. Classic good looks with just enough dangerous to make her nipples begin to harden. Even after all this time her breath catches every time she sees him; a sharp intake as she jolts to the realization that he is the dream that actually is.

He is her friend. Lover. Partner.

But tonight she does not know him.

Tonight, they are strangers.

A slow smile forms upon his handsome face. He is cool and confident as he approaches the bar a few feet from her. She watches as he pays for a drink and only after a few minutes looks up to meet her gaze. They engage a smile and he picks up his drink and comes to stand next to her. They act out the chit chat of two strangers meeting in a bar. An exchange of names that aren’t really there. A pretence of unfamiliarity only accentuating the pulsing sexuality sitting between İstanbul Escort them. She picks her purse up from the bar and pulls something out into the palm of her hand. She reaches for his and presses it into the flesh of his palm. He looks down to see a small blue remote control. It only takes a second for him to realize what it is and when he looks up to see the slight sexy raise of her eyebrows , his guess is confirmed.

She takes a long slow sip of her drink and rolls a single ice cube around in her mouth. He holds her gaze as he hits the on bottom and watches that first twitch of surprise light up her large hazel eyes. Surprise is followed by the first signs of pleasure and she shifts on her seat to spread her legs open slightly further as she presses her naked pussy down into the seat. He feels the beginnings of an erection begin to form and turns the vibrator up to high. Her hand slides in front of her mouth and he smiles at her attempt to stifle her increasing arousal.

He turns it off and leans over to place his mouth alongside her ear.

“Be my whore.”, he whispers.

She turns her face to meet his and find his mouth. Her tongue slides in to wrap around his and his breath begins to quicken. The kiss is long and thirsty. When they pull apart she pulls her hair to the side exposing a bare shoulder and reaches down to seductively rub the inside of his muscular thigh. She picks up her purse and slides her tan legs down toward the floor, maneuvering herself to come to stand between his legs. He places his right hand upon her hip as she leans over to press her lips into his hair. Her mouth slides down to his ear. “Come in two minutes.”, she says.

She walks away. The back of her strapless Anadolu Yakası Escort dress is cut low revealing a toned back leading down to a small tight ass. He lingers on the long dark wig that she wears, enjoying the excitement and arousal or their encounter.

He waits a minute, pays the bills and then follows her route. He finds the men’s restroom and knocks once. A click as the lock turns. He slides into the bathroom and locks it behind him.

Three steps and he reaches her. In another two steps he has her pressed up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. He drops down to his knees and she moves her legs to wrap around his shoulders. His head is up between her legs as his hands push her tight black skirt up around her waist. His tongue finds her clit immediately yielding a low deep sigh from her throat. His teeth bite down on the cord holding the vibrator in and pull it out from her wet pussy. He takes her fully into his mouth and she rides his face. Her wetness fills his mouth and her first orgasm is quick and strong. He doesn’t stop until she comes again, her sweet pussy juices covering his chin.

She slides off his shoulders and reaches down to pull him up to stand. Then it is her turn to drop to her knees on the hard floor. Her dress is still pushed up around her waist, exposing her bare naked ass she pulls his pants down and takes his cock in to her lipstick red mouth.

As he grows harder in her mouth she reaches up and wraps her fingers tight around his balls. The she releases his cock from her mouth and guides his balls into her mouth, swallowing them both deeply. He struggles to hold back his sighs of pleasure and relief as he moves deeper and deeper between her lips. Üsküdar Escort Then her mouth is back around his cock and she is sliding him so far down the back of her throat that he feels the tip of his erection gagging her. She takes a finger and begins to play with the rim of his asshole as she continues taking him further and further into her mouth. He struggles not to cum as her finger slides in and out. Her movements are deft. Her finger moves in such a way as to beckon. It is a “come hither” movement. It is an invitation – and he knows what he is now welcome to do.

He pulls her up from her knees and throws her around to face the wall. It only takes a moment for him to pull a bottle of lubricant from his pocket and rub it upon his thick, hard cock. She starts with her hands pressed into the wall, bent over with her ass facing out towards him. She is shaved clean. Ready to get fucked. She reaches back and spreads herself open to him. He is not gentle as he takes his cock and in two swift thrusts forces her tight little asshole open. He fucks her hard and she struggles not to cry out from pain and pleasure both. He takes her , thrusting his cock in and out until he feels his own orgasm rising and pulls out of her quickly spinning her around to face him. He ejaculates over her face and chest. She grins with pleasure and rubs it into her neck and then licks it from her fingers.

She stands and walks over to the sink to wash off, but he grabs her arm to stop her. “Leave it.”, he says. It is not a request, but an order.

She looks up the mirror and gazes into the image of him standing behind her. She smiles as she looks him directly into the eyes. She pulls down her skirt, picks up her purse and reaches inside. She walks to stand before him and places a folded piece of white paper into his breast pocket. Then with one last deep kiss she quickly slips out the door.

He pulls the paper from his pocket.

“Your place. 9pm. Rope.”

The night has only just begun.

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