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Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02

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Our story ended with me waking up naked on the couch in a friend’s apartment. The renters had gone away camping for a few days and the apartment was supposed to be empty. I learned that wasn’t true the night before – and enjoyed an erotic sexual experience with a sister of one of the friends who rented the place. The next morning I woke to find a mom (milf) sitting in the living room looking at me. She wore a skirt and her legs were parted just enough to give me an up skirt view of her panties.

My eyes made their way up and I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were hard. They poked through her tight shirt which perfectly framed her breasts. Her shirt was unbuttoned to her cleavage. She wore a black lace bra which matched her panties. This sight aroused me and my cock started to grow. We finally made eye contact. She smiled at me. She looked me over, her eyes landed on my hardening cock.

“Oh my,” she said softly.

I watched her hands that were resting on her knees move up her thighs to her crotch. She pulled her skirt up exposing more of her panties – giving me a better view. I could make out the profile of her puffy pussy lips – and her clitoris. My first real life camel-toe. This sight made my cock swell. I put my hand on the base of my cock and stroked it for her. I was nervous but I took a chance. It seemed to do the trick. I watched her slide her hand over her panties between her puffy pussy lips. She slid her fingers over her pussy then rubbed her clit with her thumb.

“Damn,” I said.

I stood up and walked towards her with my cock in hand. She responded by spreading her legs and sliding her panties to one side. I watched her stick two fingers into her pussy. When she pulled them out I could see she was wet as hell. Her fingers and pussy lips glistened. She moaned and continued fingering herself in front of me. I got on my knees right in front of her, placed my hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs wider. I slid my hands on either side of her pussy and massaged the lips and clit before sliding my fingers into her. I held her pussy open and leaned in with my mouth. I kissed, sucked and licked her clit first, then slid my tongue over her puffy lips into her wet vagina.

My milf arched her back, put both hands on my head and gently grinded her pussy against my mouth. I lifted her up and slid my tongue to her ass. I licked her anus and fingered her pussy. Then moved my mouth back to her vagina, sliding my fingers into her ass.

“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh fuck. This feels so good.”

Her body trembled. In a shaky voice she praised my effort. “You really know how to please a woman. Your mouth is so hot. That tongue. Your touch. Everything you do is making me tingle. I’m going to have an orgasm right now.”

Her hands forced my mouth harder against her pussy and moved her hips rhythmically. The pace quickened as her juices started to flow. I felt her body shake violently as she groaned louder and louder. She arched her back and stopped moving her hips – holding my mouth firmly against her vagina I felt her quiver. Juices started to flow from her pussy.

“Oh my fuck,” she screamed. “I’m fucking cumming, holy shit, oh God. I’ve never. Oh shit, you are making me squirt.”

I look up to see her smiling, watching me as juices shot from her pussy all over my face, on her belly and everywhere. Her body went limp and she moved her hands to her chest which was now soaked with her juice. She rubbed the lubricant over her breasts then her face. She licked her fingers and moaned as her orgasm slowly subsided.

She lifted me up and kissed me passionately on the lips. I felt her legs wrap around me. My swollen cock was pressed against her pussy, the head on her belly. Her hips began to move making my cock slide between her pussy lips until the head of my dick was positioned perfectly to enter her. I held myself there with the head of my cock just between her lips – my tip teasing her hot wet hole.

“I want to feel you cock inside me,” she says. “I need your hot hard cock now.”

I pushed my dick in just until the head of my cock penetrated her opening, then pulled out. I took my time teasing her by gently pushing my dick in and out, a bit more each time. But only a few inches. I pulled my cock completely out and grasped the base. I rubbed the head of my dick over her pussy lips and clit slowly as we stared into each other’s eyes. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe that I was about to put my cock inside such a mature and sexy stranger.

“”Not that it matters right now,” I said. “But what’s your name?”

She giggled. “My name is Tricia. What’s yours?”

“My name is Tony.” I said. “Nice to meet you Tricia.”

“Nice to meet you too, Tony.”

We both laughed at ourselves. I gently slid my cock back into her, going deeper this time. I slid my cock in and out of her hot, wet pussy with more pace. I inched my cock deeper with each thrust bakırköy escort until I felt my balls against her hot skin – the head of my cock throbbed. I could feel something inside her vagina when I was all the way inside. Touching this spot with my cock made her squirm and moan. Her pussy became wetter and hotter. Her vagina tightened around my shaft. I felt her pussy lips pulsing around my dick with each thrust. I leaned in and kissed her neck, chin, ear then lips. Our tongues swirled as we kissed and fucked. It was amazing. Passionate. Insane.

“Tricia,” I said. “In my wildest dreams I couldn’t have imagined making love to such a beautiful woman as you.”

“Oh, Tony,” she said. “I’ve only fantasized about having sex with such a hot young stud like you. The feelings are mutual.”

We kissed again and our bodies moved in unison as we made love. We fit perfectly together. Our hands explored each other. Her skin was so soft and hot. Her hands felt amazing as she caressed me. I think we were both in a daze – the sex was so amazing we both lost sight of our surroundings and slipped from the chair to the floor accidentally. We didn’t miss a beat. She pushed me to my back and straddled me, taking my cock even deeper into her. What a sight for me. This hot older woman riding my cock, her nice breasts bouncing – her hands on my chest as she grinded herself against me. I was close to an orgasm after several minutes in this position so I decided to take a quick break. I wanted to make this last as long as possible.

I gently pushed her away – pulling my cock from her pussy then slid out from under her. I stood up with the desire to get her on all fours so I could fuck her from behind – doggy style. But, she had other ideas. With my cock in front of her she quickly leaned in and took it into her mouth. I felt her hand on my shaft. She stroked my cock as her hot mouth swallowed me. She did things with her tongue that amazed me. This woman knew how to give head. She moaned with my cock inside her. I looked down to see her looking up at me submissely then closed her eyes and moaned as she took my entire cock into her mouth. It was surreal.

“Holy shit,” I exclaimed. “You really know how to make me feel good. Your lips, your mouth. So hot. It feels amazing.”

She pulls my cock from her mouth and kisses the head. She looks up to me as she slides her lips down one side of my shaft to my balls. She leans back a bit then slaps my cock over her cheek, then mouth.

“Well,” she says. “It’s my pleasure to pleasure you.”

She giggles then slides her mouth over my cock to the base, then back out.

“You really do have a beautiful cock. It’s frankly perfect” she says. “Hot, hard – perfectly shaped. I could worship this amazing penis all night, every night. I wish I could just take you home with me right now. But, I don’t think my husband would appreciate that.”

“Oh shit,” I say startled. “Uh…”

“Don’t worry baby.” she says. “What I meant was that he would probably never get any more action from me if I had you as a toy at home. He and I have a sexually open marriage.”

“Oh,” I mumble. “Okay, cool.”

With that said she went about her business and placed my cock back into her mouth. I closed my eyes as she worshiped my cock with her mouth and hands. She seemed to know when I was close to climax and would pull away – or stop, preventing me from cumming too soon. This was a relief as I was really enjoying her and didn’t want it to end any time soon.

I heard what sounded like a moan – and it wasn’t from my milf. It was a little distant. I opened my eyes, startled to see a figure standing in the room several feet from us. It was my pretend wife from the night before. She was wearing just a long white t-shirt. It was mine. I had given it to her to sleep in. It wasn’t quite long enough to cover her pussy to my delight. It was just tight enough in the chest area which exposed the perfect form of her large breasts. Her nipples were hard. She held one hand between her legs. She was watching us and playing with her own pussy. Her other hand was over her mouth. She was sucking on her fingers as if they were a cock. I became insanely aroused and nearly came. I pulled my cock from the milf’s mouth so as not to explode.

“What’s wrong baby?” Tricia asks me. “You okay?”

“Nothing wrong,” I say. “I just want to put you on all fours and slide my cock into your pussy from behind.”

“That sounds good to me,” she says with a big smile. “Anything you want.”

She turns around with her head down and places her elbows on the floor while arching her back giving me perfect access to her hot pussy. This was an experienced woman who knew what to do. I grabbed her hips and guided my cock into her pussy until my balls slapped her on the clit. She looked back to me, her check pressed against the carpet – the most seductive look on her face. She slid one of her beşiktaş escort hands back and placed it on her ass cheek.

“Oh fuck baby,” she said. “Your cock feels so good inside me right now.”

I watched her slide her hand over her ass to the anus. She gently slid one of her fingers into her ass as I railed her pussy with my cock.I moved my hands to her ass cheeks, closer to her anus and spread her wide. I pull my cock from her pussy and rub it over her asshole to lubricate it with her own pussy juice. She groans and pushes back against the head of my cock which enters her anus. I pull out, put it back in her pussy then back to her ass. I do this a few times which makes her shake with pleasure. At this point I am staring at our voyeur who is fingering her pussy and ass with passion. I see her body shake and she lets out a loud moan. This gets the attention of my milf.

Tricia looks up and sees my pretend wife pleasuring herself in front of us. She is genuinely startled. Acts embarrassed, which surprises me. She seems so sexually confident.

“Oh my word,” she says as she pulls away from me, sits up and covers her breast and vagina as best she can.

“What, uh, shit.” She says. “I thought you were camping with your brother.”

“My flight was delayed,” says the girl. “I didn’t get here in time so they left without me.”

Tricia appears uncomfortable as she gathers her clothes trying to cover herself. Needless to say I am a little confused, intrigued and slightly disappointed.I was really enjoying myself up to that point.

“I’m so embarrassed,” Tricia says. “This just happened. Please don’t tell your brother.”

“Don’t worry,” she says back. “I’m not going to say anything to anyone. Your secret is safe with me.”

“I feel a bit confused, and aroused,” Tricia says. “I mean, you’re masturbating. Which is normal, I guess. You appear to have enjoyed watching me, us. I mean. I am your stepmother.”

This reality makes my heart race, my body tingle and my cock grow harder than ever. I’ve been caught fucking this hot girl’s stepmom. I just railed her last night. She is clearly aroused and is enjoying the scene as much as I am. I begin to fantasize about the classic porn – mother daughter experience.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you having sex,” she says. “I’ve caught you and my dad having sex several times. At first I was a bit embarassed, but it did arouse me to see sex for real. I would often masturbate in my bed after witnessing you and Dad. I wouldn’t think about him as my father – that would be too weird. But I would often imagine joining you. Pretending that it was another man. Sharing him with you. You are a beautiful and very sexy woman. I imagine you could teach me a few things in bed. I’ll tell you another secret. I used to try on your sexy lingerie when you guys weren’t home and pretend I was you. I would masturbate in your sexy outfits. Even imagine you and I together. Many times. I’m no lesbian but I have to admit to being attracted to you, big time.”

Tricia drops her clothes. She seems much more relaxed. Even aroused by what she has learned. I see her slide her hand between her legs, the other over her breasts.

“Well,” Tricia says. “Now that we are sharing. I’ve got a secret too. When no one is at the house I would sneak into your room and try on your sexy outfits, pretending to be you. I’ve even masturbted on your bed.”

“That’s hot,” I say. “Sorry, but this is making me wild with passion. I may have to go masturbate here in a minute while fantasizing about sex with the two of you.”

“No need for that,” Tricia’s daughter says. “You know I am willing to do anything you want. I mean, remember last night?”

“Yes,” I say nervously. “That’s why this is so amazing for me. I mean. I had no idea. The thought of me having had sex with the cutest girl I’ve ever met and her beautiful stepmother is something that will stay with me for the rest of my life. You can’t make this shit up.”

“Now that’s hot,” Tricias says. “I can say that I feel much more comfortable about this situation now. And, admittedly extremely aroused.”

“Well then,” the girl says as she sits on the couch and lifts my shirt over her head exposing her amazing naked body. “Why don’t you two pick up where you left off?”

Tricia gets back on all fours in front of her stepdaughter and arches her back. I get behind her and pick up where we left off. We are positioned sideways to the girl so she can see my cock as I rail her stepmother. Tricia turns her head to the side facing the girl, who has her legs spread wide, mastubating. I can feel Tricia’s pussy get hotter and wetter as she watches. This makes me bold. I decide to take a chance. I turn Tricia to the side so she is facing her stepdaughter.

“My goodness,” Tricia says. “You really do have a lovely little pussy.”

Tricia and I move closer giving us both a better view. beylikdüzü escort Now close enough I watch my milf place her hands on her stepdaughter’s knees. She slides her hands up to the crotch. I watch as Tricia begins rubbing the pussy lips of our girl who slides forward, moving her hips – nearly pressing her pussy on her stepmother’s face. I take advantage and put my hands on the back of Tricias head, pushing her face against her stepdaughter’s pussy.

“Lick her pussy for me baby,” I say to Tricia. “She tastes so good. I know. I want to watch you eat her. She wants it. I know you want it too. Just let go and satisfy our little girl.”

Tricia does as asked and begins satisfying our girl with her mouth which makes me super hard. It makes Tricia’s pussy wetter and hotter than ever – and clearly gets our girl aroused.

“Oh my word,” our girl says. “This is so hot. Your mouth feels better than I could have imagined. Those hot lips, that tongue. The way you do it. I’m going to have to remember this if I ever get the chance to do it with another girl. Maybe you?”

Tricia lifts her head and rubs the hot pussy looking up to her stepdaughter.

“Oh yes,” Tricia says with a long exhale. “That’s something I’ve fantasized about. It starts with me catching you and one of your hot girlfriends experimenting with each other. I imagined you would see me watching, playing with myself – giving me a smile of approval. I would go to bed and masturbate. You would sneak into my room – naked. I pretend to sleep as you slide into the bed, under the covers and cuddle with me. Eventually we would satisfy each other quietly as your daddy slept next to us. I know that’s probably a little too taboo and kinky – but the fantasy did arouse me. I would make myself climax thinking about it.”

“I want to watch you two satisfy each other right now,” I say. “I’m going to take turns fucking each of you while you eat each other’s pussy.”

I pull back and push Tricia away from my girl. I look my new lover in the eyes and tell her to lay on her back on the floor. Without hesitation Tricia straddles her stepdaughter in the 69 position. The two hot ladies lick each other with passion in front of me. I get behind Tricia and rail her soaking wet pussy as my girl licks her. I make them trade positions so I can put my cock into my lover as Tricia eats her. This pattern continues for a while until both of them have had several orgasms, roll off each other and collapse with exhaustion.

“Okay ladies,” I say standing over them stroking my swollen cock. “I’ve held back long enough. Time for the two of you to share my cock with your hot mouths. I want you to help each other make me cum. Share my hot semen. Please.”

“With pleasure,” Tricia says as she gets to her knees.

“Okay daddy,” says my new lover nervously. “Mommy and I want to make you cum.”

“Daddy?” Tricia says. “Oh my. You are one kinky little slut. That’s hot. Time for you to help mommy.”

“Last night I was his wife,” my girl says. “I fantasized about being you. Another friend of ours played my role as the horny daughter. It was hot as hell. It brought out deep desires that I have had for a while. I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to join you and my dad in bed.”

“Really?” Tricia asks. “I have to tell you a secret later. About fantasies your dad and I have shared with each other. We have done a bit of role playing. I’ve even borrowed a few of your outfits. Blindfolded your dad. And pretended to be you. But that’s something we can talk about another time.”

The girls take turns licking and sucking my cock. My mind wanders. I think about the role playing and begin to fantasize about sharing my hot new friend with her dad, and her stepmom. I get into my role as daddy. At one point my cock is buried in my young lover’s mouth – deep.. My “daughter” gags and tears form. Her black eyeliner runs down her cheeks. I grab her by the back of the head and begin to throat fuck her roughly.

“That’s it baby girl,” I say sternly. “I’ve always wanted to fuck your hot little mouth.”

“Oh yes,” Tricia says. “You’re doing a great job little girl. You are going to make daddy cum. Don’t stop.”

I felt my climax coming. My balls tightened and my cock began to throb. My girl moaned. She could feel it. Sense it. She performed on me like a real pro.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Oh yes baby. Don’t you dare stop. I’m going to cum.”

Seconds later I erupted shooting my hot semen into her mouth. It was amazing. The two women then took turns sucking on me in those final moments – sharing my load. Cum landed on their faces, in their hair and over their hot lips. They continued to service my cock until my orgasm finally subsided. I watched them then kiss each other and lick my semen from each other’s face, neck and breasts. It was amazing.

The three of us sat on the couch naked recovering together for a while. We must have fallen asleep. Several hours later I was awakened by a commotion. I heard a dog barking at the door. It sounded familiar. It was my friend’s dog. The one who rented the apartment. Tricia’s oldest son. My girl’s stepbrother. He was home.

“Oh, shit.”

The story continues in Chapter 3

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Friend of Summer

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The summer I turned 18 was a turning point in my sexual life.

It was August, a month before my birthday, and as hot as it gets in our part of the country. We lived near a large lake, and like many families in our area spent as much of the summer as we could in its cool waters and the shade of the pine forest that surrounded it.

Unlike previous years, we did not rent a cabin at the lake for a week. My mother and father had divorced in the winter just ended, and while the split had been reasonably civil my mother never quite got around to making a reservation.

We weren’t without a place to stay, however. My mother’s friend Maggie, also a divorcee, owned a nice A-Frame right on the water. It was a great place with its own dock and two spare bedrooms, and my mother and I had a standing invitation from Maggie to stay there whenever we wanted. We took to going up on Friday evening and staying through Sunday afternoon. My mother and Maggie would split the time between swimming and sunning, with occasional breaks for gin and tonic and rehashes of their marriages. I would swim, take our boat out to fish, and sharpen my skills at the barbeque pit with what I caught. Despite the fact that I was not yet of age I was allowed a beer or two in the evening. All in all, a pretty good summer; we probably spent more time at the lake than we would have if we had rented our own house.

My mother and Maggie were both attractive women in their late thirties. My mother favored a one-piece bathing suit, but Maggie liked a two-piece. As the summer and her tan progressed Maggie’s suits tended more and more to bikinis. By August she was down to a what appeared to be three small cocktail napkins held together by strings.

At 17 I was just barely not a virgin. My sexual experience consisted of two hand jobs and one really awkward actual copulation, all within the last six months. Like most teenage boys I was in a constant state of low-level prurience with frequent peaks into raging lust. Maggie had rather small breasts, but they were firm, and sometimes I thought I could just make out her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. I would also occasionally catch just a hint of dark pubic hair peeking out of the bottom piece. You can imagine how hard it was to keep from staring openly, and sometimes I had to jump into the lake rather abruptly to hide the tell-tale bulge in my own bathing suit.

My mother worked in a small hardware store, and late each summer they took an inventory to prepare for fall orders. To keep from missing weekend business the store was closed for one week day while the stock was counted and cataloged. In the past this had been done on a Monday, but this year the boss decided to do the job on a Friday. It always took until late night to get the work done, so there was no way that we would be able to get to the lake before Saturday morning. I was sorry to miss even one night at the lake, because as anadolu yakası escort the summer drew to an end and the prospect of another school year loomed ever closer I enjoyed our weekends there more and more. However, I didn’t complain; after all, my mother’s job was feeding us and I was highly in favor of eating.

My mother must have sensed my disappointment, though, and she and Maggie agreed that when Maggie came into town for her weekly grocery trip that Friday I would ride back up to her cabin with her. My mother would join us on Saturday, and because her boss had given her the Monday off as compensation for messing up her weekend plans we would actually spend more time at the lake than usual.

So around 1:00 that Friday afternoon I met Maggie at the supermarket, helped her load the groceries into the car, and we set out for the lake. On the way up we chatted about the coming school year and my plans for college. Maggie was her usual friendly self, and I felt happy and relaxed. It was actually sort of cool being here without my mother; kind of a grown up, out on my own feeling.

When we arrived at the cabin we took the groceries in, put them away, and then got into our bathing suits. As usual Maggie put on a skimpy two piece, a bright yellow one that went well with her golden tan. We spent the afternoon swimming, and as the day darkened to evening I fired up the barbecue and grilled the steaks that Maggie had bought. We took them inside and ate in the big central room sitting at the big picture window, watching lights as they came on across the lake and the moon rising behind the tall pines.

After dinner and cleanup we went back to the great room. We turned on the TV, but nothing was particularly interesting, and we went back to chatting.

“So tell me, who are you seeing now? Is it still Grace?” Maggie asked.

I didn’t quite blush; Grace had been my companion in clumsy intercourse. “No, not any more,” I said. “She’s in Montana at some kind of riding camp. We sort of agreed to split up for the summer and see what happens when school starts.”

“Aww, too bad for you,” said Maggie. “Stuck all summer with two old hags and no young thing to cheer you up.”

This time I did blush, at least a bit. I wondered if Maggie had spotted me checking her out. “Oh, no,” I blurted out. “I mean, it’s OK. I mean, you’re not a hag or anything.” Really suave, 007, I thought. I glanced at Maggie to see if she was offended, but she just looked normal.

“Well, cheer up,” she said. “Soon enough you’ll be back with your friends and you guys can pick up where you left off.”

Now my face was really blazing. Pick up where we left off? She couldn’t know, could she?

Then Maggie laughed. “You should see your face!” she chuckled, not meanly. “I think I just hit a nerve. OK, no more quizzing about your love life. I suspect you handle that just ataşehir escort fine without my help. What do you say to a game of Hearts?”

I was glad for the distraction. Maggie got out the cards and we began to play. She was sipping wine, and I had my usual beer. It was my third for the night, more than I usually drank. But Maggie didn’t seem to care, and I found that the gentle buzz soon helped me forget my embarrassment.

But I wasn’t drunk, and after a while I began to notice that Maggie was behaving a little oddly. We were sitting cross legged on the floor facing each other as we played, and she seemed to be leaning over more than necessary to lay down her cards. We were both still in our bathing suits, and each time she leaned toward me I got a clear view down into her bikini top. And there was no doubt about it; her nipples were definitely showing through the fabric. She also stayed in that pose a bit longer than she needed to put down her cards. It wasn’t long before I began to feel that familiar push against the front of my suit. I couldn’t dive into the lake, so I kept my hands in my lap as much as I could and hoped Maggie wouldn’t notice.

Except I kind of wanted her to notice. It was exciting to sit there getting an erection with Maggie only inches away, her breasts just barely covered. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. And then, when I did finally look up, I found that Maggie was watching me with a gentle smile. Well, not exactly gentle – there was a spark in her eyes that I had never seen before.

“It’s OK to look,” she murmured. “I like it when you look. I’ve liked it all summer when you look at me.”

I was too stunned to move. And as I sat there in shocked silence Maggie reached behind her back, and never taking her eyes from mine, untied the strings of her bikini top and let the scanty cups fall away. “Now you can see better,” she said, her voice almost a purr.

Maggie’s beautiful breasts were bare before me. I had never seen anything more exciting. Her tan line stopped just above her areolae, and their enticing dark circles stood out against the untanned skin. I could see her nipples starting to harden, and my own stiffening became almost painful.

Then Maggie reached over and took my right hand. In doing so, the back of her fingers grazed over my erection, and she lingered there for a moment, stroking ever so lightly through my suit. She raised my hand to her left breast and pressed my palm against one delicious little bud.

I was still in a state of shock, but I wasn’t paralyzed, and I began a gentle circular rub, my palm just barely grazing Maggie’s firm nipple. I felt it firming up even more beneath my hand. Maggie sighed and said “That’s right, just like that. That’s just what I want.”

I cupped her right beast with my left hand, and as I massaged and gently tweaked her nipples Maggie continued to encourage me with small sounds ümraniye escort that showed her pleasure. But I don’t know how she could have enjoyed anything as much as I did when she reached down to my lap, slipped her warm hand inside my suit, and began to gently rub my rock-hard penis.

“I want you inside me,” she breathed. “I’ve wanted you for weeks. I’ve waited for our chance, and tonight is it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me now.”

Maggie let go of my penis and grasped the sides of my suit. She pulled down gently, and when I raised my hips she slid the suit down my legs and off. My penis sprang out, free and proud. Maggie leaned back on her elbows and raised her own hips slightly, her invitation clear. I slid my fingers under the elastic of her bikini bottom and pulled it down her slender tanned legs, over her lovely feet, and off.

Again her tan line showed clearly. The dark triangle of her pubic hair contrasted sharply with the light unsunned skin. And as I watched Maggie slowly spread her legs, until I could see her inviting cleft, the soft glistening of her moisture.

I came to her, and Maggie gently guided my rigid penis to her waiting vagina. I gasped with pleasure as I entered her, feeling the supersensitive head brush through her hair, slip past her lips, and slide smoothly inside her. I pressed as deeply as I could inside her and waited a delicious moment, then drew back and began to pump.

“No hurry, my dear,” Maggie whispered. “There is no rush at all. Fuck me slowly now.”

I took her direction and slowed down. My penis slid in, and when I was as deep as I could go I felt Maggie’s hips slowly grinding against mine, felt the muscles inside her gripping and releasing me. I pulled partly out, and then back in, and together we found our rhythm. Maggie kept us in sync, now pushing up against me to increase the friction, now twisting delicately side to side to change the sensations.

I don’t know how long we kept it up. I was immersed in sensation, and only gradually became aware that we had speeded up, and that my thrusts had taken on a greater power. And I began to hear the words in Maggie’s quickening breaths. “Yes, oh yes, that’s it, like that, oh yes deep like that, yes, Yes, YES LIKE THAT OHGOD LIKE THAT, YES, DO IT TO ME, DOIT TO ME, DOITOME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!”

And just as I reached my limit she screamed “OHGODNOW! NOW! YESNOW! RIGHT NOW! NOW!” And I began to cum, to shoot seemingly endless streams of hot semen deep inside her. I ground myself against her, pushing more deeply than ever before, felt myself filling her.

And after that briefest of moments that lasts forever I fell against her, spent, my head on her breasts, my lips pressed against one nipple. We stayed that way while our panting slowed to breathing, our heaving chests settled.

After some unknown time, I opened my eyes and looked into Maggie’s face. Her eyes were still closed, and a smile twitched across her lips. She seemed to sense my gaze, because her eyes opened, and she looked at me with an expression of grave satisfaction. Then, without a word, she moved, urged us both upright, and led me as we walked together on slightly unsteady feet to her bedroom.

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Forbidden Neighbors Ch. 01

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Sarah and Peter had been neighbors for years, but their parents hated each other. Neither of them was ever allowed to play with one another…especially since Peter was 8 years older than Sarah. Her parents thought he was just too old to be hanging around Sarah, like he’d be up to no good. Sarah was in love with Peter though. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Peter also loved Sarah, over the years he watched her grow up to be a stunning and exotic woman. She stood 5’8,” long dark hair and big brown eyes. But what always caught his attention the most were her long, smooth legs. They were for miles it seemed, and it didn’t help his erection in any way by the short, flirty skirts she always wore.

On Sarah’s 18th birthday, there was supposed to be a party for her. Everyone was to be there-friends, family, EVERYONE, except Peter that is. On that morning, Sarah came downstairs excited about the party. She wore again, a light purple flirty, short skirt with a fitting silk top that accentuated her perky breasts and perfect tummy. When Sarah came to the bottom of the stairs, no one was to be seen. She called out everyone’s name but no answer. She looked outside and saw Peter. She wanted to see him so badly but she knew his parents wouldn’t dare allow her to. Sarah guessed that everyone forgot her birthday and went back up stairs. She ended up crying herself to sleep. When she woke up, hours later, she looked in her mirror and saw…that her makeup was completely splotched and hair messed up as well. Sarah started to run a bath and help brighten her spirits anadolu yakası escort and relax at the same time. As she took off her skirt and top, she saw a shadow. Sarah turned around and to her surprise; it was Peter standing there.

“Peter!” Sarah gasped and grabbed a towel but Peter took it away from her.

“And I thought that skirt was a turn on! My, my, look at you; Mind if I join you in the bath?”

Shocked as she was, Sarah didn’t refuse him.

Peter began to take off his shirt, revealing what Sarah had only dreamed of getting to see. He then undid his pants and threw them to the side, revealing the hugest hard-on Sarah had ever seen. At this point, Peter grabbed Sarah and kissed her hard. He tasted her soft lips and swirled his tongue around hers. Electricity went through her body and sent shivers throughout her entire body. Peter too began to feel intense heat and incredible passion as their bodies rubbed against one another.

“Lets get you out of the rest of those clothes and into that bath.”

Peter slid her panties off and took in the scent her beautiful pussy. He then unlatched her lacy bra and let free those flawless breasts of hers. Peter took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking very gently. He nibbled the tip until it was hard and then took his tongue ever so slightly around the whole nipple. Sarah let out a gasp and a small moan. Peter took the other nipple in his mouth and did the same except this time he flicked his tongue over her hard nipple and bit ataşehir escort a little harder.

“Oh…Peter…that feels so good.”

Peter rubbed his hands over her entire body and then picked her up and placed her into the bathtub. He took off his boxers and released his raging hard on, and climbed into the tub as well. Peter placed both of Sarah’s legs on either side of him and nestled his head between them. He slowly started to rub her wet pussy with the tip of his tongue. She let out another moan and began to squeeze her own nipples. Peter rubbed his tongue up and down the length of her moist, smooth slit, tasting her juices and making sure not to miss one drop or one section of that hot, sexy pussy.

“Oh…Peter…yes, oh…right there…uh…yeah…Oh!”

It was everything Sarah could do to not scream at this point, biting her lip, Peter put two fingers inside of her soft pussy and started to finger fuck her.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna cum! Oh, Peter, Oh…Oh…Oh…fuck…OOOOOOOOOOOHH!” with that Sarah came all over Peter’s hand and felt the biggest relief of her life. Peter picked up Sarah’s worn out body and placed her on top of him. She kissed him again and slowly grazed his cock with her fingers, feeling every inch of his erection and teasing his swollen balls with small strokes.

“Oh, god Sarah. I need you. I need to feel you. I wanna feel inside your hot cunt.OOHH…”

Sarah spread her legs as wide as she could and held Peter’s cock in her hand as she stroked it against her clit ümraniye escort to tease him a little more. “Oh, please Sarah…Oohh…I can’t take it anymore…fuck me please.”

She slid his aching hard on into her still wet pussy and started to pump up and down on him. Feeling every inch and sucking on his nipples, she massaged his balls with her hand and pressed her chest against him as hard as she could, so that Peter could feel her entire body.

“Oh my god Sarah…you feel amazing. I’ve wanted this for so long. For years I fantasized about this.”

Sarah was fucking Peter even harder now. Hearing him tell her he’d fantasized about her made her horny as hell!

“Oh, Peter, I’ve always wanted you too. Every night I dreamed about your cock pounding into me. Oh, feel my tits, rub yours hands all over them…Oh.”

Peter watched Sarah’s gorgeous breasts bounce in front of him. It was such a turn on for him to see her breasts that he’d taken the advantage and rubbed her hard little nipples like she requested. Sarah let out a few whimpers, bucking even faster. She was moaning in ecstasy and grabbed Peter even closer to her.

“Oh god Peter…Fuck me! Fuck me now. I want your cock! Fuck me Pleeease!…Oh!”

Peter was practically digging his fingers into her back; he needed to cum inside of her. He wanted her sweet hot pussy to stroke every inch of him. Peter grabbed Sarah’s ass and grinded her pussy on him, making them both scream and moan in pleasure.

“OOOHH…Peter…I’m going…to fucking cum! OOOOOOOH!”

Peter too came with a deep, load moan. He shot his cum into Sarah’s dripping pussy and forced his tongue into her mouth, and sucked on her soft tongue for one final kiss. He never had such an erotic orgasm before.

“Oh, Sarah, that…that was amazing.”

“I’m not finished with you just yet…”

To be continued…

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Fixing the Midterm

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I had spent the last hour with Yingbang Pou, who had it in his head that he could prove the reason for the optimal values of the constraints on the acceleration coefficients but did not really understand the implications of these being randomly weighted. I worked out a couple of examples for him but could tell he was going to do what he was going to do anyway. Meanwhile I was vaguely aware of a shape passing back and forth outside my door.

Office hours were usually fairly relaxing and easy. Students at this university are smart, they figure out things on their own and don’t need to come whining to the professor when they are a little confused. Basically two situations motivate a visit, one is when they want to impress me and kiss ass, and the other is when they are worrying about their grades.

I encourage the students who want to excel and I am cool about grading. I am strict but I am the kind of professor who lets students write their own essay questions if they want, so they can show me they understand some part of the material in depth, in case I didn’t ask about that topic. You have to pay attention in my classes but it is possible to do well.

“Yingbang, I think you know what you have to do here. I have somebody else waiting. Work on this and come back in a couple of days and let’s see what you get.” Yingbang have me a look like I was rejecting him and stood quickly with a submissive bow. He swept up his papers and his calculator and hurried out.

I got up and went to the door. It felt good to stand. After four years in the same office my desk was like a nest of papers and books. The mess just meant I was busy, it was a kind of sign of the quantity of research I was in the middle of, but it also made it a little hard to greet people or to see what was going on outside my viewport through the heaps.

A young woman was sitting on the floor outside my office. She had a pile of books on her lap and on the floor and a backpack beside her but also had earpods in her ears and was sitting with her eyes closed.

“Are you here to see me?” I asked. But she was in her own world. Her curly brown hair was pinned up over her neck and I could see sweat glistening there. It is nearly the end of the spring semester and our building predated air conditioning, you might say. “Excuse me,” I repeated. No reaction.

I bent down and touched her shoulder after considering for a few seconds. Sure, I’m an old man in their eyes, but these campus women still set my head reeling. I maintained the boundaries well enough but it felt oddly intimate to touch her.

She jerked and opened her eyes, stood hurriedly with books spilling off her lap, whipping the earpods out of her ears and stammering, “Oh, professor, I’m sorry. I was listening to a song and I, I’m sorry.”

I laughed. “No problem, come on in.”

She bent to pick up her debris, and I looked away. I do enjoy the spring fashions. Short-shorts and little tiny halter tops, what could be wrong with that? Still, I did not want to stand there leering. Well, actually, yes, I wanted to, but it would not have been the smartest thing. One thing leads to another, at least in my active fantasies. It’s better not to look.

I sat in the ergonomic chair behind my desk and she took the less comfortable wooden chair across from me. I had pegged her as “mousey” but now that I saw her soft brown eyes and full lips I revised my description. Shy, maybe, but quietly gorgeous.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t remember your name.”

“Yes, of course,” she began. “I’m Sarah Thompson, I’m in your Populations course.”

“One twenty or two twenty?”

“One twenty,” she said. “I’m a sophomore.”

“I see. How do you like it?”

This seemed to surprise her. “Oh, it’s great,” she said. I figured she figured this was the right thing to say.

“Are you learning anything?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Good. So what brings you here today?”

Her brown eyes grew misty. “I got a C on the midterm.”

“Oh, good for you,” I said.

“No,” she said. “I can’t get a C.”

“You can do better on the final, can’t you?” While we talked my fingers were at the keyboard, calling up the sophomore Populations grades. “Was it Thomas?”

“Thompson.”

” Ah, I see. Well, you’ve done great except for that, unless you bomb the final you ought to end up with a solid B.”

She wiped her eye. “I can’t,” she said. “I need an A. I need to keep a four point oh or I lose my scholarship.”

“Man, that’s harsh,” I said.

“Yes, they are really serious about this.”

My eyes scanned the spreadsheet, doing some math in my head, rounding and adding. “I don’t see how you can get back to an A,” I said.

“You can’t give me an extra credit assignment, can you?” she asked.

“No, this isn’t high school. How did you screw up the midterm?”

“I don’t know.” She was holding back tears now, barely. “I studied. I thought I knew it. I don’t know what happened.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, and I was. School, it’s hard, it’s frustrating. “Tell you what, if you do well on the final I’ll talk to the scholarship pendik escort office. I’ve done that before, they are good about it.”

“They already talked to me,” she said. “There’s no chance. This is my favorite class.” She paused and wiped the back of her hand across her nose. “And you are my favorite professor.”

I had been propositioned before, and it usually didn’t go like this. To start with, it is almost always either – not to be disrespectful but – some dolled-up sorority bimbo or it’s, uh, someone less attractive and desperate. I was not sure where this was going but had a certain autonomic response in my jeans that informed my intuition.

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, steering her away from danger. “It looks like you’ve done well in the class except for that one midterm.”

“There must be some way I can bring that grade up,” she pleaded, through tears.

“Look,” I said, “Education is a stochastic process at the edge of chaos. You have done well but you can’t predict where the system dynamics are going. You blew a test, that just happens.”

“I’ll do anything,” she said. I had a regular full hard-on under the desk. Her eyes were dry now, as she came into the part of the conversation she had rehearsed in her mind.

“Be careful,” I said, speaking softly. “We have ethics rules.”

“I understand,” she said. She was speaking softer now, too. “And I don’t want to do something improper. But actually, I watch you in class and you are an attractive man. You’re funny, smart, I notice these things. It’s not like I would do anything against my will.” And she gave a chesty little chuckle that basically, well, she was testing my resolve.

“Let me get this out in the open,” I said, speaking so I could not be heard in the hall. “You are suggesting that I raise your grade in exchange for sex.”

She looked a little shocked. “I hadn’t thought of it that way,” she said. “Yuck, I feel like one of those sorority whores. Never mind.” And she started gathering up her books, which had already disassembled into a kind of avalanche around her.

“Excuse me if I misunderstood,” I said. “What did you mean then?”

“God, do I have to say it?”

“I guess so,” I replied. “I apparently got the wrong message.”

She relaxed visibly and I could see that she believed she still had me on the hook.

“You were partly right,” she said. “I thought maybe we could, you know, be together for a while, and then you could change my grade.”

“Do you see an ethical problem with that?” I asked her.

“Of course.” She laughed. “You’re my professor, you’re not supposed to take advantage of innocent little me.”

“Hmm, I was seeing it the other way around,” I said, toying with her.

“Here’s what I was thinking,” she said, and she leaned forward as if to close the deal. “I was thinking both of us could have a night we will always remember, I would get my A on the midterm – I’d still have to do good on the final – and we would live happily ever after.”

I looked at her stupidly. For so young, some of them are very smart. She leaned forward again, her halter top gapping as her breasts rose deliciously above it.

“Professor, it will be a night you will never forget,” she said.

I thought I could smell her fragrance, I was sure I could feel her body’s warmth. I could taste her lips and those soft eyes looked at me with a promise that was backed up with a guarantee. She was sure of herself, twenty years old and serious about experiencing everything life offered, full of everything that life can offer, and she made me believe she was as interested in finding out about me as she was in fixing her grade. It was a personal moment brimming with sexual tension and she held every advantage.

“Sarah” I said slowly. “This is crazy.”

“Tomorrow is Friday,” she said. “Do you live alone?”

I nodded.

“Tell me where to be,” she said. “I will come at eight, with bells on.”

I didn’t know what to do. I wrote my home address on a scrap of paper and handed it to her. She smiled beautifully at me and gathered up her mess. “With bells on,” she said again.

“What does that mean, really?” I asked her.

“I don’t know.” After she left there was a distinct fragrance or lighting effect in my office.

*******

I was married when I first took this job, and my wife was the one who first spotted the house we moved into. Sometimes “too good to be true” is actually true. It is a white stucco, three-bedroom home on its own little street a half-mile from campus, with undeveloped property on both sides as well as across the street. The property backs onto a wooded area with a creek. There are trout and bullfrogs in the creek and birds singing or hooting night and day. The land on the other side of the creek belongs to the state, it is some kind of park or wildlife refuge and can’t be touched. The place was not new when we bought it but had all the modern conveniences, of course now it has wifi, digital thermostat, things like that.

Marjorie, my ex-wife, loved the house but she loved the kartal escort chair of the English department more. They now have some sort of arrangement, as I understand it, where she lives with him and his wife. I don’t know how they work that out but I hope she’s happy. As for me, the broken-hearted routine did not really suit me; I got into my work, and so for the past several years I have spent my personal hours in my quiet little dream-house with my office and my books and a nice set-up in the back where I work with my laptop while the bullfrogs bark.

I have not had company in months, and there is apparently a natural law, something like entropy, that says that a man living alone is going to leave his underwear on the floor, the dishwasher will never be emptied, the toothpaste will remain on the back of the sink.

So when I got home that night I had some work to do. It was sort of fun, hustling from room to room, finding a good station on the stereo, throwing out leftovers, changing the sheets.

All the while I thought about the whole sordid plan, reviewing the morality of it mentally. Sarah was a lovely thing, fresh and natural, trim and healthy-looking, and I was actually excited to have an evening of mutual exploitation with her. I searched my mind for signs of guilt and did not find any.

I had no doubt about the nature of our visit. She was coming to my house to be taken advantage of sexually by me, a lecherous older college professor, in exchange for favoritism in grading. Well this sort of thing has been going on since the beginning of time, women have used their bodies to manipulate men into giving them what they want. There was a certain legal or ethical problem with it, but I was quite confident that Sarah was not going to complain to the university. For one thing, affairs between students and professors were so common they were hardly worth mentioning. And besides, this was a negotiated, one-time deal.

I had some thoughts. My feeling was that it was a barter, where I would have my way with her for the evening. The question then was, what is “my way?” This could be a quick blow job and we’re even, or maybe a night of candlelight and romance – it was up to me to decide. I realized, as I readied the house, that I knew exactly what I wanted to happen. I hoped that Sarah would accede and agree with my fantasy, but really – it didn’t matter. If she wanted an A for the midterm see would go along with my wishes.

Even as a committed feminist vigilant against exploitation I saw the exchange as one between equals. She would be a sex object, oh yes she would, we would not be equals during the time she was fulfilling her side of the bargain, nor would we be later when I edited my grading spreadsheet. If we were going down that road of judgment then I would say my shame was the greater. I was violating my academic ideals, never mind the regulations of the university and the state, while she was just a young woman taking advantage of an older man who she respected.

But in reality there was no shame. On another Friday night Sarah might have picked up some college boy at a bar off-campus, and I might have rated her midterm essay answers differently if I’d been in a different mood when I got to them. She could have gotten laid Friday night and I might have given her an A, nothing would be extremely different in a parallel universe adjacent to this one. We did not need to be judged for making an adult agreement that we both consented to.

***

You know how you do, I made myself busy as eight o’clock came near, following links on the Internet. And so I was actually surprised by the doorbell at precisely eight. I got up from the computer and went to the door.

Sarah was beautiful. She wore a white summer dress with flowers printed on it and clearly had the look of someone who had just taken a deep breath and forced themselves to plunge ahead. She looked at my face as if to reassure herself that it was me and not some axe-murderer, and I walked her into the house. Cicadas and crickets and bullfrogs were singing their song of nature’s desires and nature’s cycles and even with the door shut we could hear them.

“Hi,” she said, “I’m not late, am I?”

“No,” I said, “You are exactly on time.”

We walked into the living room. It was a deliciously awkward moment. Neither of us knew what was going to happen, what the other expected; we had arranged, two strangers, for a night together that overflowed with possibilities. She was in my house and she was there to fulfill my wishes.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked. “Or a beer?”

“No, thank you,” she said. Yes, it was awkward.

I was the adult in the room. I said, “We don’t really know what we’re doing, do we.”

“No,” she said. “We don’t know.”

“If you will trust me you can make me very happy.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Kiss me.” Standing beside the leather couch I took her in my arms and pulled her lips to mine. They were as pliable and as sweet as I could ever have imagined. I worked my tongue between her teeth and she maltepe escort opened her mouth to me. It was a moment of miraculous emotion, as she gave her mouth to me. I kissed her passionately and she responded with her tongue in my mouth. I felt her arms tighten around my back as we melted together.

“Are you all right?” I asked her, pulling away “Can I get you something?”

“No,” she said. “I am fine.”

I kissed her again, running my hands over her arms and her back, her ribs. I had not held such a firm young woman in many years. I realized that she had perhaps never known a lover as old as me, and hoped that she was not judging my slack skin and muscles, my gray hair, I hoped I did not taste like a repulsive old man to her.

By her breathing I judged that she was in fact enjoying the kissing and touching. I ran my hand over her cotton dresses to her bottom and kneaded the strong muscle of her butt. My cock was ready to rip out the front out of my jeans, she seemed like an erotic goddess and I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Her hands began to caress me as well. It caught me by surprise. In my imagining it had never occurred to me that she would reciprocate, isn’t that funny? I pictured her going along with me but not taking the initiative. My plans for the night really required me to stay in charge.

My hand on her bottom slipped under the hem of her short skirt, where I found nothing but smooth, taut skin. I wondered if she had worn a thong but then she giggled.

“Are you wearing panties?” I asked her.

She smiled up at me. “No,” she said. “I didn’t think they would be necessary.” I kissed her again, pressing my engorged crotch against her thigh and squeezing her bottom.

I turned her to the side while we kissed and brought my right hand to her pussy. I was glad to find a healthy tuft of fur there. There was no hurry, I let my fingers play over her, lightly. I could feel the tension in her body.

“I’m going to remove your dress,” I said, and I took the hem of her skirt and lifted. Sarah cooperated by raising her arms above her head and in a few seconds she was naked. I folded her light summer dress and set it on the back of the couch, turning my back to her. “You don’t need those sandals,” I said. She bent to remove them but I said, “I’ll get them.” They were decorative white sandals like a college girl would wear to classes, and I unbuckled each strap and pulled her shoes from her feet, setting them side by side near the couch.

“May I look at you?” I asked politely. She was trembling a little, and so was I.

“I guess,” she said.

She stood in my living room with her hands by her side, with shadows on her slim body as she was illuminated by the lamps in the room. I had forgotten to turn the radio on so the only sounds were the whirring of nature outside my windows. Her hair was down tonight, curls tumbling over her neck and touching her throat, and she wore silver earrings that dangled an unintrusive inch. I could not tell if she wore makeup.

I figured she rides a bicycle or plays tennis, she was not athletic but fit, with smallish breasts and a narrow waist with protruding pelvis bones that framed her reproductive region. Her skin was uniformly tan, by birth rather than from the sun; I took her to be some ethnic type that is not northern European but could be. Dark hair, dark eyes, tan skin. Her pubic hair did not appear to be trimmed, which pleased me. Maybe it’s my age but I don’t like the shaved look you see on the Internet these days, including the varieties of “landing strips” and other stupid-looking gimmicks. I also am not a fan of tattoos and was glad, but not surprised, to see that she did not seem to have any.

I walked around her. Her bottom was round, two firm globes, protruding somewhat in just the way that brings me joy walking across campus. This bottom would look perfect in tight jeans but looked even better out of them.

Sarah turned her head to watch me looking at her. “You are beautiful,” I said. “I feel very lucky.”

Her eyes watched mine. “Well,” she said finally, “It was my idea.”

“Are you uncomfortable?” I asked.

“Actually, yes,” she said. “It is a little weird to be naked and you are fully dressed.”

“Ah, but you are a beautiful young girl and I’m an old man,” I said.

“So you’re going to stay dressed?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess I kind of feel that you are here for me tonight.”

She did not respond to that. It wasn’t a question. I was defining the ground rules, while allowing her room to negotiate them.

I stepped up to her and kissed her again and ran my hands lightly over her skin. I cupped her breast and ran the palm of my hand over the raspberry of her nipple. I traced her jutting pelvis and walked my fingers through her sparse tangle. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said.

I took her hand and walked her to my room. After the divorce I had had a couple of ladies over, “appropriate” women approximately my own age, each burdened with a fully matured litter of expectations. We did what we assumed we would do and then they left, trailing no wake of arousal or desire to repeat the experience. I had wanted to worship them but they had been trained by ex-husbands and one-night stands to expect some kind of boring song and dance, they expected to end up frustrated and they did, and so did I. I wanted tonight to be different.

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A Melbourne Morning

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He sat in the lounge, waiting for her; this posh hotel that she had booked the weekend before. A last minute decision, “I’ll fly down for the weekend,” he had said. Well it wasn’t really the whole weekend, the red-eye from Darwin on Friday night which got in on Saturday morning, and she had got the Monday off work, so now they had 36 hours to fill with Melbourne memories.

She had called him, “Public transport isn’t co-operating, I’ll be a few minutes,” and so now he waited. From his vantage point behind the newspaper he could see the lobby. He waited for her, wondered what she would be wearing, what shoes she would have on, she did love her shoes. Anxiousness began to flutter in his stomach, what if she didn’t show, what if she wasn’t what he remembered?

He needed have worried, for there she was, heels and all, bag in tow. A tight black top that threatened to expose her nipples, flared skirt kidding her sexy heart-shaped arse; and stockings. They wrapped around her legs, decorating them like wrapping paper might. His heart misses a beat when she finally sees him, she smiles, fondly remembering their previous time together, anticipating what might lay waiting for her. Two lovers embrace in the lobby, lips locked, bodies pressed tight. There is no awkwardness. “Hi there,” his voice is deep in her ear, so warm and masculine.

“Hey yourself,” she whispers, her lips moving against his skin, that sweet spot just below his ear. He shivers, takes her bag and leads her to the elevators. His body presses hers against the mirrored wall, music plays in the background and either notice. His hands find their way down her back, circling around her hips, over her arse and then under her skirt. A groan escapes halkalı escort him when he reaches exposed skin, the stops of her lacy stockings giving way to an expanse of warmth.

They run to the room, desperate to be truly alone with each other. She is the first woman he has touched in months, and his blood simmers under his skin at the mere thought of her. Having her here, in actual reality and not just his dreams is almost too much. A king size bed faces the floor to ceiling windows, they over look the city, the cathedral and all that is below. Bags are dropped and she finds himself in his arms, his scent filling her senses.

She is unsure where to go from here, so she turns from him, to the view. It’s gorgeous, it’s of her city and she sighs at the sheer pleasure coursing through her veins. He moves behind her, pulling her tight to him, she can feel his cock against the small of her back. She leans back into him, enjoying the feeling of kisses falling like rain against her skin. Hands slide down her body, catching her top and pulling it free, exposing her perfect breasts wrapped in a blue lacy bra. Electric blue, his favourite colour; how did she know?

Her skirt follows the way of her top, revealing a g-string matching her bra and her lacy stocking tops. His shirt and pants disappear under the touches of her little hands, caressing his skin as she goes. He carries her to the bed, kissing her with a passion. She sighs into his kiss, and he revels in the way her skin is so silky beneath his. His underwear is tugged down, releasing his throbbing cock, desperate to be stroked and touched. The favour is returned and her taksim escort bra finds its way to the floor.

He cannot wait, does not want to wait, and he clamps his mouth over a nipple, flicking and sucking, causing her to gasp and moan, writhing under him. Not playing favourites, he switches between the two and her moans increase. She loses his grip on his cock and gasps unhappily. He smiles as he is rolled over and marvels at the view as she sits on him, reverse cowgirl, before bending over to give a soft welcome to his cock. He pulls her panties down and she shifts for a moment to get them off fully before returning to his cock..

The view above him is so perfect, so picturesque. He buries his face in her pussy, licking her all over. He finds her hard little clit and kisses it hello, she gaps with his cock in her mouth and a shiver wracks his body. He is enthralled by the woman above him, her soaking wet pussy begging to be played with. He slips two fingers inside and curls them against her spot, then again, and again. Over and over as she half gasps half cries in pleasure over his cock. A finger slips back and circles her arsehole, gently pressing in, its passage made easier by the fact the she is soaking wet.

His cock is forgotten as she pushes back against his fingers, crying out has he sucks on her clit again, softly biting and licking until she cums all over his face. How he missed her taste, her smell, the feel of her body against his; he sighs in pleasure, he loves making this woman cum. She wants more, so much more and moves around, straddling him, kissing his wet lips, enjoying the taste of herself on his tongue. His cock is huge in her small hands, brushing şişli escort gently against her wetness, her softness, her heat.

The tip slips inside, just enough to be held there. She leans forward, bracing against his chest and impales herself upon his shaft quick and hard, in one smooth glorious movement. Moans of ecstasy fill the air. She savours this first moment, her tight pussy completely filled, his cock touching all the right places, stretching her. She begins to move, hard, fast, bouncing her arse on top of him. She is so wet, so ready. His hands find her breasts and squeeze, flicking her nipples, enjoying how soft and firm she feels under his hands.

His mouth follows his hands, biting, sucking, marking her skin. She cries out in pleasure, gasping at the feel of his cock, his hands, his mouth. Her hands are tangled in his hair, holding him to her, desperate for him to continue, to make her cum again. His hands slip from her breasts, over the swell of her hips and back further, cradling her arse. A finger snakes inwards, seeking her rosebud, he finds it and she quickly thrusts herself backwards upon him. A cry escapes her; she is rocking in orgasmic pleasure, so wet and warm. He cannot hold off any longer, and as she begins to pant his name, he finds her lips with his. Growling her name in a kiss, he cums.

He groans as hot cum shoots from his cock deep inside her; she tightens further, milking him, cuming all over again at the feel of his orgasm. Her nails dig into his chest, ignorant in bliss; he is no better, gripping her arse tightly, his finger still buried to the last knuckle.

He returns to the world, a woman in his arms, shaking softly, sighing in delight. His cock is buried inside her still, not yet soft. He holds her tight, kissing her hair, her face, her lips. Their clothes are strewn about the room; they lay on the still- made bed. Lifting her trembling form, he pulls back the covers and curls up behind her. The Melbourne view is spectacular, but the view beside him is so much better.

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Running. The air punctuated with the sound of tearing fabric as my bare feet tangled in the skirting of my dress. My panting, ragged breaths couldn’t keep a rhythm while my arms and legs pumped, trying to propel me through the thick woods as twigs and branches slapped and cut at my feet, face, arms, skin…

I turned to look over my shoulder for just a moment, catching a sight of the men gaining ground on me, even as I ran for my life. It wasn’t enough. Their dirty faces and ragged clothing only grew closer and closer. My frightened, pale, and sweat-glistened face turned forward again, my mind belatedly whispering warnings of ‘don’t look back.’ Simultaneously a thick branch caught my foot as it was lifting in another long gait to continue my escape, tripping me forward into a thankfully soft forest floor of dying leaves.

As I lay in a heap of once-frilly skirts, tangled waist length hair, and dead leaves, I tried desperately to regain my footing and continue my plight. My desperation turning tenfold as I heard the thundering of the bandits’ feet as they bore down on me.

Too late I got to me feet, lurching forward just as a thick and callused hand reached out to snatch my arm hauling me back. I caught in mid air, my free hand reaching out to the horizon of the seemingly-never-ending forest; the moment seemed to last a life time, but ended all to quickly as the hand pulled me back, the sudden halted momentum of my body causing me to crumple to my knees on the forest floor again.

Another hand grabbed my thick hair, ensnaring it with vice-like fingers as the bearer yanked back, forcing my neck to arch and my face to turn upwards to face him. The other man was content to twist my already-captured arm behind my back, while easily subduing my free one as it tried to scratch and flail my way to freedom, similarly twisting it behind my back as he moved to kneel behind me.

I kneeled, sandwiched between the man at my back and the man gripping my hair as he towered over me at my front, my dirty tear-streaked face turned up to him. He shook me by my hair, my scalp screaming in protest as he did, saying some no-doubt fierce words of recourse for all the trouble I was causing them and the payback they had in store for me. But I could not hear them. My thoughts and senses were lost to desperation and the adrenaline coursing through my body telling me to fight pendik escort or run, fight or run…

I kept my eyes downturned, refusing to look at his gruesomely featured face, as one last act of defiance. I flinched my eyes to the side for only a moment, as I felt the bandit behind me begin to lick his slimy tongue over my shoulder where my dress had fallen away. With that quick dart of my sight, I caught out of the corner of my eye what I presumed to be another assailant in the distance. My eyes stayed glued to this new addition as he moved towards us, my current captors catching the direction of my stare and letting the object of my attention draw their attention as well. We all three paused, seemingly struck deaf and dumb by the vision of the man walking towards us, perhaps caught trying to make sense of what we saw.

He stood with silver and textured chain mail coating his arms and legs, a white tabard thrown over it; the chest of the tabard torn away where normally a symbol or coat of arms would draw the eye. Helmetless, I took in the image of his chestnut hair as it flew softly in the breeze; only long enough to fall into his eyes every so often and curl to the nape of his neck. The features of his face were obscured by the way the light of the sun silhouetted around him, making him seem almost divine in the halo of retreating sunlight.

As his hand rose to raked fingers through his hair, drawing it from his eyes, his palm shadowed the halo of light long enough to allow me a glimpse of his face. I gasped for the beauty of it. My gasp enough to shake my captors out of their mutual reverie, their holds turning firm and unforgiving again as they called out insults, gruff questions, and threats to the stranger as he continued to calmly approach without wavering.

The man that held my hair released it in a lightning fast move that was coupled with drawing a knife from a sheath at his hip. His back curled forward to prepare for a lunge and combat, as he held the knife up aggressively, moments before launching himself at the knight as he came closer and closer.

The knight drew his sword from his sheath so quickly it made a metallic singing noise ring through the air, my senses so overwhelmed that it seemed as though I lost a moment in time. For in the next moment the bandit was halted then falling to the forest floor kartal escort as he clutch and arm to his belly, the leaves around him beginning to slowly soaked and color with blood.

I turned my face now to look over my shoulder at my other assailant, feeling a tremor from his hands that still held my wrists in the small of my back. His face was ashen, jaw dropped and eyes wide; my only guess was that he was mystified by the speed of the knight as well. He used his handle on me to throw me into the path of the white knight, an obstacle as the bandit clumsily got to his feet then and ran, with the sound of crunching leaves and confused noises of distress following him.

The knight didn’t give chase, as he instead paused before me, where I lay- hands hastily thrown out to catch me and pressed into the rotting leaves. I turned my face up to him, again blinded by the light as it flooded around his form. But I thought I could make out the slightest smirk painting his lips, though darkened by the back lighting. He promptly bent at the waist, grabbing me about mine and lifting me easily. I squealed in one frightened and confused moment, as he lifted my into the air and then tossed me to spin me around, feeling as though I would drop from the height just before his hands found me again and then slung my form over his shoulder. Then he simply began to walk.

Too confused and exhausted as the shock and adrenaline left me with the imminent threat now gone, the blood rushing to my head as I hung over limply over his shoulder my torso bumping into his body with every gait, my eyes begin to close as I drifted into an fatigued sleep.

—

I awoke to warm air on my cheeks, partnered with the sounds of a crackling fire that must have created it, the feel of a soft bed beneath me and a conversely chilling air that alerted me to my own nakedness. I sat bolt upright at the realization, grasping for the covers beneath me as I tried to draw them up around my body for cover to no avail as they were too tightly secured and tucked to the bed. My arms quickly compensated by drawing over my breasts to shield them as my other went to arrange my hand to my lap, my legs clamped together tightly as my knees bent and calves curled up to the side.

A masculine chuckle caused my face to whip around, eyes searching for the source and falling maltepe escort upon my savior from the woods. I began to relax, feeling safer though confused, as my mind tried to make sense of what lay before me. My cheeks heated with realization as it struck me that my mind was trying to make sense of the knight’s form suddenly without its tabard or chainmail, naked as well…

I cried out and turned my back to him, drawing my shoulders nearly to my ears in embarrassment. My actions only succeeded in drawing another mocking chuckle from the knight.

I could hear his feet padding across the wooden floor of what seemed to be his cabin home, my back tensed with every new step closer he took. Finally flinching, nearly jumping, as a warm, dry, and callused hand lay heavily upon the pale skin of my back. He chuckled again, though this time it was warmer… deeper… and somehow more dangerous.

He petted his hand down my back a moment before drawing me by my shoulders to face him again. A soft expression, though not quite a smile, painted his eyes and lips, even as he pushed my reluctant form down to the bed. As I lay stiffly with my back to the bed below, he calmly drew my arms and hands away from my breasts and ‘twixt my thighs, uncovering all my secrets for him to see as my betraying body limply let him.

I looked up at him with a blank expression, almost a pout as my thoughts spun with what was unraveling before me, though I never met his eyes always keeping mine just below his the moment he would have caught my gaze. His face moved to follow the path his eyes made as they took in all the details of my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, my bashful blush following the same path as it heated my skin.

The bed sank with his weight as he gracefully climbed into it; first one knee then the other nudging my tightly clenched thighs apart. He shifted to lay along my body, his hips fitting between my newly pried apart thighs, as his length lay un-insistently nestled to my sex. His arms hugged to my ribs as he propped himself on elbows and forearms, lowering his head to nuzzle his lips and cheek along the slope of my breast to my already peaked nipple. With lips teasing against the pink and aching bud, I felt his breath draw as he would say something.

“You owe me your life. So it is mine now to do with as I will.”

He paused to wrap his soft lips around my nipple, sucking at it gently but still causing my breath to catch and my back to arch at the sensation of it.

Mouthing the rest of his thoughts around my nipple he finished by saying:

“And I will make this a night to remember..”

And so he did.

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A/N: As told from the POV of Elle, a redheaded country girl turned high-end prostitute.

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I hadn’t noticed him at first. He was so quiet, sitting there at the back of the room, that I just sort of forgot he existed. It never occurred to me that the lanky, sunburnt, wide-eyed kid was the most important person in the room. He had a forgettable kind of face, forlorn and empty. His eyes were even worse, underscored by dark bags of exhaustion and rimmed with red like he’d been crying. I focused on the more important looking guys in the room, the ones with three-piece suits and glasses of whiskey in their hands, the type who looked and talked like they could rule the world if only their overpoweringly rich parents would allow them more access to the family money. These were the guys I could squeeze the most cash from.

It wasn’t hard working the room. I knew their type too well to let even one of them pass by without piquing their interest. These guys were into girls who were smart, but not too smart to intimidate their masculinity; outgoing, but not friendly enough to make them think them desperate; funny, but not Amy Schumer-type funny, more like quietly clever. I could be those things. I excelled at being those things. At that particular gala, I was so classy, so disarming that no one would realize I was a prostitute until I got them alone and presented my prices. By then, they’d be hooked on me, hard as a rock or wet as rain, and ready to pay any price.

Preparation is key. I’m short and always wear high heels that are just high enough to make my legs look long and graceful. I’m thin without much shape, so push-up bras and ass-hugging skirts are essential. I wear my makeup light but bold, my shoulder-length red hair curled and full. Even the way I walk is prepared. Long, lithe strides that make my hips move up and down so dramatically that it gives the illusion of a bigger booty. Got to get that jiggle just right.

There had been enough booze going around that the mass of potential johns was getting less polite and more handsy. If I woke up in the morning without a few handprints on my asscheek, I’d be surprised. It was the perfect moment to choose the john I most liked and make a move. Chances were, he’d be just buzzed enough, I’d be just flirty enough, and a night of raw fucking would be exchanged for that thing I live for.

Cash.

I picked him instantly. He was a big guy, the quarterback type. You know… Big, bronze, ballsy. He was the loudest of the group he was in, spitting out crude jokes between puffs on a cigar as thick as my wrist. In his early forties, he had thinning black hair that was greying around the temples, a subtle touch of nobility. I sauntered over to his side, studying his sharp jawline, imaging how it’d feel to plant dozens of kisses along it.

He had just finished up a particularly rude joke involving a blonde, two dogs, and a banana peel. Around him, his pals burst into uncontrollable laughter that had some of them bakırköy escort almost spitting out their drinks. I joined in, laughing just loudly enough to let him know I had found him hilarious, but not too loud to be obnoxious. Naturally, my hand fell to his forearm. Instantly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a middle-aged woman move forward, stealthy as a cat, and grab at his wrist.

“There’s someone I want you to meet, John.” She trilled lightly, eying me darkly before leading her tipsy husband away.

I had noticed the wedding ring on his finger, but most of these guys had wives. Almost none of them brought them to these shindigs. I sighed and went to get another drink.

The bar was experiencing a lull, surprisingly enough. I ordered a gin and tonic.

“I’ll have the same.” The mopey voice drew my attention to that lanky kid I had forgotten about the second I had laid eyes on him.

He looked older up close. Sadder, too. He was closer to my age, early twenties. Along his jaw, a beard was struggling to grow, as sandy and light as the loose curls on his head. He had sharp features and hands that were oddly strong looking when compared to the rest of his skinny self. It was embarrassing, but he caught me looking at him. All he did was smile in passing and go back to tapping the countertop of the bar.

“Long night?” I initiated the conversation out of habit.

“And it’s only just started.”

“I feel the same way.” And, honestly, I did. I love sex, love getting paid for it even more. But finding johns is always tiring for me.

He turned to me, giving me his full attention. Leaning on his elbow propped on the countertop, he scratched distractedly at his fledgling facial hair. “Mom thinks if she keeps sending me to these things, I’ll find a debutante to make my wife.”

That almost made me laugh, but he didn’t look like he could take someone laughing at him. “How’s that going for you?”

“Any woman here is married or a ladder climber.” He trained his eyes on me and I realized they were shockingly green. So green, so dark, so deep that I felt like I was falling into them. “Which one are you?”

I grinned. “Neither.”

“Oh? So why’re you here?”

“Well, I’m looking for someone. Not a debutante wife. Just a… bit of fun. Takes the edge off.”

His face flushed. It was cute. “O-oh?”

“Yeah…” I regarded him more closely, sent a look down south of his belt. A crease had appeared in his pants where there hadn’t been one before. I had found my john. “Are you on edge, honey?”

I moved close enough so that my breath tickled his neck. I could almost hear his heart pounding against his chest. My voice lowered to a teasing whisper. “Come to the bathroom with me. I taste better than that drink you ordered. Promise.”

Then I slipped away without a look backwards. I knew he would follow me. The bathroom was luxurious with a waiting area, floor-length mirrors that beşiktaş escort covered the walls, and a chaise lounge with floral print and cushions. Cushions were a whore’s best friend.

After a few minutes went by, I got worried. Had he decided not to come? Even if he had, did he realize I meant the ladies’ bathroom? And there were six other bathrooms in the building. What if he waiting at one of them? But when the door inched open and his sandy haired head popped into view, those green eyes melted away my worries.

“This gonna cost me?” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, still standing in the door like a deer caught in the headlights.

I gave him my softest, most affectionate smile. “Yes, but… trust me, baby, it’s worth every dime.” I grabbed his hand and led him a few steps towards me, just enough so that the door swung closed behind him. I reached around him to lock it. Any interruption would scare him off, I knew.

“You hard already?” My fingers traced the outline of his cock through his pants before gripping it just enough to tell how stiff he was. And, mmm, was he was stiff. “Good… ’cause I’m already wet.”

I guided his hand up my short dress until his fingers made contact with my thong. They quivered there for a second, unsure. Then, his eyes focusing, he nudged my thong to the side and his long digits slid up the down the slippery slit of my shaven pussy. I could see that horny look take over his face, the one that all guys got when they made up their minds that they would have me.

When he grabbed my waist and shoved me down on the chaise lounge with a grunt, I let him. I had gotten him in here, I had let him know we were going to fuck, but now I was relinquishing control. He had looked like he needed a good fucking. It wasn’t in me to disappoint.

“Suck me,” he ordered.

I smirked as I worked at his belt, then shifted his trousers and boxers downwards to pool around his ankles. I had underestimated his length, but his ten inches didn’t scare me away. I had had longer, after all.

His cock head pressed against my lips, prodding them apart. I let him slip inside my waiting mouth until he hit the back of my throat. Deepthroating was my specialty – I had gotten plenty of practice over the last year or two. I felt his hand bury itself in my hair, grip a handful, and keep my head still as he slid in and out, going deeper with every gentle thrust until he was all the way in. My bottom lip grazed his balls, he was so deep. He stayed there, cock in my throat, breathing deeply. I reached up to cup his balls, massaging them lightly, encouraging his pleasure.

Now that he knew I could take his length without gagging, his gentleness disappeared. There was a sadistic twist to his lips now. “You fucking slut…”

Ramming his dick in and out of my sucking lips, he grunted with the effort. All I had to do was sit there with my mouth open. Drool dribbled from my lips, but beylikdüzü escort there wasn’t a spare second to clean it up. He was already pulling me up by my hair until we were face-to-face. When he kissed me, it was a violent kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance. I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged on it teasingly.

His hands gripped my hips so tight, I knew they’d leave a bruise or two. The thought made me even more wet and a thin stream of pussy juice slithered down between my thighs. He smirked as he ran his finger up my leg, collecting the juice. Our eyes stayed locked onto each other as he brought his finger to his thin lips and licked it clean.

“Mm, mm, mm… you taste good.”

It was only when he flipped me effortlessly onto my stomach, jerked my dress upwards so that my little ass was revealed, and pushed my thong to the side that I remembered protection. Right around this time when I was so horny, I was dripping wet and my mind was hazy with lust, forgetting protection was a given. I reached for my purse, my condom stash, but he kicked it away.

“I hate condoms.” He didn’t give me time to reply, shoving his entire length into my pussy. It was so slick with desire already that his invasion was smooth and easy, hitting my cervix and making both of us groan in pleasure.

He reached around underneath my stomach to play with my swollen clit, effectively making me forget about the condoms. Just once without a rubber wouldn’t hurt, right? I welcomed his touch, pushing out my pussy for him to get a better angle into it. My hands instinctively found and gripped his biceps, squeezing, urging him on. His pounding was so furious that the smacking sound of his hips meeting my ass with each thrust was loud enough to alert anyone walking by in the hall that someone was getting a good fucking.

His finger rubbing madly at my clit plus his animalistic pounding into my pussy was pushing me dangerously close to climax even though we’d only been at it a few minutes. My pussy tightened possessively around his cock and he moaned in response. Grabbing my hair, he tugged my head up and leaned down over me so that his mouth was near enough to my ear to give it a nibble before he whispered, “I’m going to cum inside you.”

“Yes! Yes, oh fuck, yes!!” I wasn’t giving him permission, I was just screaming out at the orgasm that swept through my body at that moment. I’m pretty sure I heard a woman gasp just outside the door before hurried footsteps signalled her retreat. Who cared? My whole body was electrified with the kind of sensual ecstasy that makes my entire being quiver and steals my ability to form coherent words. All that came out were low, thankful whimpers.

Still, he took my cries as permission. And I doubt he could’ve pulled out in time, anyway. My orgasm sent him into his own and I felt his cock twitch inside me as stream after stream of hot cum filled me. I laid there on the chaise lounge while he slipped out of me, both of us panting. He kissed me on the back of the head, a wordless “Thank you.”

I felt something light fall onto my back, heard the door open and close as he left. When I stood, the four hundred dollar bills he had tossed on me fell to the floor. I had to smile as I scooped up that life giving cash.

Man, I love my job.

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A Fantasy

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Almost immediately after she knocked on the door, he opened it and pulled her into his arms. “Hi,” he said, then kissed her until she was almost breathless, pulling her into the house, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot. His tongue played with hers as she wrapped her arms around him, holding tight. It was always like this with them, they totally lost their senses when they were around each other, and they hadn’t seen each other in awhile. He was anxious, wanting to lose himself in her, to reacquaint himself with her.

As his hands went underneath her shirt, she pulled away and taking his hand, she pulled him into his bedroom, stopping by the side of the bed. Pausing to kick off her shoes, she stepped up to him, sliding her arms around his neck, her lips finding his, her tongue sliding into his mouth. She pressed her body up against his tightly, feeling his all ready hard cock pressing against her through his jeans. It was always this way around him. If he was near her, she wanted to be close to him. To touch. To kiss. To lick. To bite.

He deepened the kiss as one of his hands went up to the back of her neck as the kiss went on. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away, his fingers going to the buttons of her shirt as her hands went underneath his own shirt, sliding across his chest. He paused for a moment to pull his shirt over his head. Sliding her shirt down her arms to drop on the floor, his lips found her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin as his hands fumbled with the bra clasp behind her back.

She gasped as he kissed and sucked gently on her neck, the sensation causing her to cling to him as her knees almost buckled, then moved to take her earlobe into his mouth. The warm wetness of his mouth sent shivers down her spine. She stepped back to let her bra fall to the floor, then moved her hands to his jeans, fumbling with the button, impatient for them to be fully nude, to feel him against her.

He pulled away, brushing her hands aside impatiently and pulled his jeans off much quicker than she would have accomplished it. He quickly helped her off with hers and then they were pressed against each other again, this time nude, both of them closing their eyes briefly at the feel of skin on skin. He kissed her again, deeply, his tongue touching hers as his hand found her breast, cupping and squeezing roughly for a moment before moving to find her nipple. He squeezed her nipple hard, his other hand going to the back of her head, tangling in her hair as he kissed her, holding her still for him.

Her eyes drifted shut, enjoying the sensation of him kissing her, touching her. She could feel him between them, hard and hot against her. Overcome with a sudden urge to touch him, her hands started drifting down his chest, pausing for a moment at his own nipples, running her fingernail lightly over them before squeezing them before moving her hands down to his stomach.

Knowing where her hands were headed, he quickly grabbed them before she could touch him, and he forgot what he intended to do. “Get on the bed. Face down.”

A little disappointed that she didn’t get to touch him, she nevertheless got on the bed and laid down on her stomach, curious as to what he was up to. She didn’t have long to wait to find out as he took one of her hands and attached it istanbul escort to a cuff. He quickly did the other one the same way. She shivered slightly in the cool of the room. They had talked about bondage before, but hadn’t practiced it yet. She had a few experiences before in the past, but always she had always been on her back.

He took each of her ankles and snapped them into cuffs, making sure her legs were spread wide. He paused for a moment, looking at her in anticipation. He rummaged around in a bag at the foot of the bed until he found what he wanted. Running his hand lightly up her body, he felt her shiver in response. He placed the blindfold around her eyes and tied it behind her head.

Now she was helpless. Tied and blindfolded. She laid there, squirming impatiently after a moment when she saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing. She found that whatever type of rope he had used to attach the cuffs had quite a bit of give in it, so she wasn’t totally immobile, but she still couldn’t go far. She heard what sounded like a match, and then a moment later felt hands on her feet, massaging and rubbing before moving up to her ankles.

He slid his fingers over her legs, massaging the soft skin, feeling her body relax into his touch. Moving his hands up, when he touched the inside of her legs, just barely brushing against her pussy lips, just a small teasing touch, he felt her move her hips up, eager for his touch. But he didn’t touch her there, his hands moving across her back, to her shoulders, down her arms.

She gasped as his hands moved back down her back to her ass, lightly touching, causing her to tense up as it tickled her sensitive nerve endings. She squirmed a little against her bonds, aroused beyond belief as he continued to touch her lightly, teasingly. She gasped when he finally moved his hands to her inner thighs again, moving up to touch the lips lightly, just teasing her. She raised her hips back into his touch as much as she could. “Please touch me.”

He slid his finger across her clit, hearing her gasp. He rubbed her briefly before sliding his finger into her, finding her wet and hot. He slowly slid his finger in and out of her for a moment, enjoying the way she lifted into his touch. Pulling out of her, he moved his hand back to her ass, pressing against her anus, feeling her tense at the touch for a moment, as he watched his finger sink into her. He moved his other hand back to her clit. He rubbed her for a moment, feeling her ass relax around his finger, he slowly started thrusting his finger into her.

She was shaking now. Everything felt so good, the sensation of his finger inside her, him rubbing her in slow circles on her clit with her being bound and helpless. She felt her pussy contract as she was pushed closer and closer to orgasm. Then his fingers were gone, and she cried out in protest. For a moment, there was nothing. No sound, no touch.

He watched her for a moment, watched her squirm, knowing she wanted to be touched. He took a deep breath, determined not to rush this, but the sight was almost too much for him; he wanted to thrust into her, to feel her around his cock. He loved that she was so open to his ideas; it’s what attracted them to each other in the first avcılar escort place. Taking another deep breath, he lifted her up, sliding underneath her. Settling himself between her legs, he gave her clit a quick lick, enjoying her quick gasp. He sucked gently on one of her shaved lips, pulling gently, hearing her muffled moan. He ran his tongue across her clit before moving to slide his tongue inside her, tasting her arousal, loving her taste.

She gasped as she felt his tongue on her clit. She loved oral, and the tongue on her clit was driving her wild. She cried out in protest when he left her pussy after a way too brief moment, and he kissed his way up her back to her neck. She shivered when he took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked.

“Will you come for me?” he whispered in her ear. “Oh god, yes, please,” she whimpered.

He began kissing his way back down her back, stopping in the middle of her back, licking her, feeling her squirm beneath him. He pulled his mouth away, taking a moment to run his hands over her back, her ass before lifting her to slide back underneath her pussy. He felt her body jerk in response as he licked her clit lightly. He slid a finger smoothly into her, moving it slowly inside her. Then moved the finger wet with her own arousal to her ass, pushing into her slowly, hearing her muffled moan.

She was breathing hard as he worked his finger into her ass, his tongue gliding over her clit lightly. She pressed her hips back into him, wanting more, harder, wanting to cum. She closed her eyes tight beneath the blindfold as a finger from his other hand slid into her pussy. Soon he was moving both inside her, moving one in while the other was moving out. “Oh god,” she murmured as she was swept away by the combination of having both holes played with while having her clit licked.

He paused for just a moment. “Please come for me.” He replaced his mouth, licking and then sucking gently on her clit, then swirling his tongue around it, then sucking again.

Her stomach clenched every time he sucked. She cried out as her orgasm overtook her, her legs trembling as spasms of pleasure overtook her, her ass and pussy contracting around his fingers. She relaxed, but he still licked her oversensitive clit until she was squirming again. “Oh, please.” She gasped for breath as he slowly pulled away from her.

He moved around to her as she caught her breath. “Open your mouth.” He placed the tip of his hard cock at her mouth. “Suck me please.” He closed his eyes as he slowly inserted his cock into her warm mouth, pushing the hair out of her face.

She licked and sucked on his cock as best as she could with her hands bound. She had never done this without her hands. She loved giving oral just as much as she loved receiving it. She loved doing this, loved having him in her mouth, but was a bit frustrated at the lack of the use her hands. She struggled to take him into her mouth as he sunk more of him into her mouth. She gasped around his cock as she felt a drop of heat hit her back.

“Wax,” he told her with a chuckle before another drop hit her. He felt her mouth tighten around him as she struggled to please him without her hands, saw her hands clench around, knowing that she was frustrated at her bound state. Her şirinevler escort mouth felt so good, seeing her cum bound and blindfolded, it was not going to take long before he would be coming in her mouth, although he tried to last as long as he could.

She felt his hands in her hair, holding her head as he came in her mouth, hearing him moan her name. She continued to suck him until he pulled away from her. His hands in her hair brought her lips to his, and he kissed her, his tongue touching hers, playing with hers.

Cuddling up against her back, he spent a long moment recovering from the force of his orgasm. He moved his lips to her shoulder, her neck, kissing down to her back as his hand moved down to her pussy again, sliding his finger into her, feeling her wet and warm, feeling her push back into his touch. He pulled away, moving his still half hard cock back to her mouth. “Suck me. Make me hard. I want to fuck you.”

She obediently took him back in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip, taking as much as she could of him in her mouth. She squirmed against her restraints, wanting him, wanting to feel him inside her. He pulled away from her, and a moment later, she felt his finger enter her, sliding in and out of her very wet vagina before she felt his finger replaced by his cock.

He pushed his cock into her, closing his eyes at the sensation of her very wet pussy wrapped around him. He moved his finger to her ass, hearing her gasp as his finger pushed against her anus. He held himself still all the way inside her as he worked his finger into her tight ass until he felt her pushing back against him. He started to move inside her, feeling her heat surround him.

She loved feeling him inside her, his hands on her. She loved it when he played with her ass while he was fucking her. She loved being with him. She gasped as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back hard against him as he pushed forward.

He paused for a moment, pulling his cock and fingers away from her, hearing her murmur a protest at being abandoned. He quickly undid her restraints, and then laid down on his back, maneuvering her on top of him. Running his hands over her back, he slid his cock into her again.

Reaching up, she took off the blindfold. She enjoyed this position not only because she got to be in control, but she also got to watch him even though it was rare for her to orgasm in this position. Leaning down, she found his nipple, licking him, and then sucking, feeling his hand go to the back of her head. Biting him gently, she started moving up and down on him slowly.

His hands went to her ass, spanking her lightly as she moved on him. He increased the intensity of his slaps as she kept up her pace on his cock. He heard her gasp as he stopped to rub his hand over her now warm ass. His hands went to her hips, sliding up to her breasts and then back down.

She resisted the temptation to close her eyes, wanting to watch him, look into his eyes. She loved his eyes. She watched as his eyes drifted close for a moment from the sensation of her wrapped around him and then open again to watch her.

“You’re going to make me cum.” A moment later his hands tightened on her as he came, gripping her hips, pulling her down harder on him. Totally relaxed, his hands slipped from her hips as he caught his breath. His arm loosely draped around her as she moved to his side, cuddling to his chest, her hands lightly caressing him as they both relaxed.

She kissed his chest, closing her eyes, completely content, knowing that he was likely to wake her up sometime in the morning.

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Une journée de confinementDepuis le début du confinement, mon mari pour mon plus grand plaisir me sollicite énormément. Je suis nue en permanence et à tout moment de la journée, ma bouche, ma chatte et parfois mon cul lui sont offerts. Notre vieux voisin Paul, voyeur et acteur à ses heure se fait plaisir et Alain mon mari lui permet de temps à autre de m’utiliser. Durant cette période qui, on le sait depuis hier soir va durer jusqu’au 11 Mars, mes règles de soumission sont fort simples. Paul ou mon mari me donne des ordres et je ne dois que m’y astreigne docilement. Autant vous dire que Paul s’en donne à cœur joie avec l’aval de mon mari. Samedi dernier, muni de mon attestation de déplacement, je suis allées faire les course dans la tenue qu’il m’avait imposé,. short court, top trop décolleté, escarpins et sans dessous.Je savais que j’allais être terriblement exposée aux quolibets et aux regards indiscrets par les femmes comme les hommes ainsi habillée comme une pute. Mais ça m’excitait énormément. Avant de partir, pour que je mouille bien, ils m’ont imposé de rester nue attachée à un arbre, un œuf vibrant par télécommande enfoncé au fond du vagin. Paul me dit :« Avec ces premiers jours de beau temps, tu es sarıyer escort plutôt une femelle soumise veinarde. Il aurait pu faire froid ou pleuvoir. Et puis, le même jour être offerte et prendre un bain de soleil dans ton jardin, que demander de plus? »Au retour des courses et après avoir suivi un contrôle de Police trop poussé, nue à la maison sous le regard inquisiteur de mon mari et de Paul, j’ai astiqué notre maison et celle du voisin. Ils ne se sont pas privés d’abuser de la situation. Vous imaginez dans quel état d’excitation je suis. D’autant qu’il me touchent mais sans me baiser. Comme je leur fait part de mon envie de me faire sauter et de sucer leur queues, Pour m’apprendre les bonnes manières, Alain m’ordonne de me coucher en travers des genoux de Paul pour qu’il m’administre une cuisante fessée. Malgré la douleur de cette punition humiliante, je pose ma main sur son pénis en érection. Entre deux claque sur mes fesses brûlante, je lui dis :« Tu bande bien ! J’aimerai te sucer ! »Il arrête la correction et prestement fouille mon antre détrempé de cyprine pour constater que je suis offerte et chaude à point. Puis, les doigts trempé de ma mouille, il les introduit esenyurt escort dans ma bouche. Je les suces comme je sucerais une verge. Alain s’approche et pendant que je suce les doigts de Paul, il fourre ses doigts dans mon vagin et agace mon clito dardé et sensible. Il effectue des va et vient tout en frottant mon clitoris. Un petit cri s’échappe de ma bouche et je tortille des fesses. Alain continue de plus en plus vite. Je respire de plus en plus fort quand soudain Paul décide donc de passer à la vitesse supérieure. Il me retourne violemment. Je tremble d’excitation et les laisse me manipuler comme ils le souhaitent. Ils savent que je suis à eux, docile, ouverte comme un fruit mûr. Mes seins se balancent. Ils me les malaxent durement comme on pétrit de la pâte à pain. Mes tétons se durcissent. Je suis tellement excité que je tends ma croupe frétillante. Ma bouche réclame leurs queues autant que ma chatte. Je sens le gland de Paul glisser entre mes lèvres intimes. Il me nargue avec son dard et n’y tenant plus je crie :« Vas-y met le moi profond ! »Il ne lui en faut pas plus pour enfoncer sa verge jusqu’à la garde dans mon doux conduit de femelle en chaleur. Je me mords les avrupa yakası escort lèvres et là, mon mari me tire la tête en arrière pour me fourrer sa belle queue dans ma bouche. Paul et Alain commence alors à me pilonner de plus en plus rapidement. Paul me tient fermement les hanches.  Ses coups de bassin font balancer mes seins dans tout les sens.J’aime le bruit sec de mes fesses heurté par son pubis à chaque pénétration, Je sens, par les vibration de la verge de mon homme, que son sperme ne va pas tarder à m’inonder la bouche. Il essaye de tenir bon pour faire durer le plaisir. Je suis proche aussi de l’orgasme et ils le sentent bien. Alain tortille mes tétons dressés tout en malaxant ma grosse poitrine comme de la pâte à modeler. Sa main dans mes cheveux imprime un rythme endiable à ma fellation.Paul explose dans mon vagin. Dégoulinante de sperme, il se retire et lèche à grand coups de langue ma chatte ma cyprine m »langée à sa propre semence. Il s’applique, prenant mon intimité à pleine bouche comme un abricot juteux. Alain, sa main maintient toujours ma tête sur son sexe, s’enfonce un peu plus dans ma bouche et dans un râle profond, il se vide par longue saccades. J’avale tout et l’action de la langue et de la bouche de Paul sur mon coquillage me fait partir dans des vocalises sur aiguës. Mon bas ventre est brusquement pris d’une série de spasmes témoignant de mon orgasme.Dans cette période de confinement, j’ai besoin de sexe. Nous ne somme pas des pervers mais de véritables drogués du sexe.

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LIFE EXPERIENCES of WORK AND PLEASURE

1

Blake slowed to a steady jog as he got closer to the group of students seated on the brick walls that lined the narrow, arching, bridge over the stream. The sluggish waters marked one edge of the village where he lived and worked. The warm sunny weather was perfect for the harvest that could only be a matter of days away.

‘Heel Bella,’ he commands on deep voice and a slap to his side. The Springer Spaniel did as was commanded and her lead soon fastened. She was panting and looked up at him. She knew the routine whenever they got to this point. Her master’s jog through the fields over the bridleways and paths was nearly over.

He makes his way over the bridge, doesn’t really focus on any one face, the boisterous voices and shrill laughter of the girls and guys silent now, but they all exchange looks and clutch papers with their fish and chips lunch, bottles of pop placed precariously on the wall. He knows the joshing will resume the moment he’s out of earshot. And why not? He’s been there too some years ago now, but not so many that he’s forgotten the high of getting exam results and knowing you’re stepping out onto a new path in your life.

‘You’ve got a lovely dog!’ he hears called out and as he turns catches sight of a slender young woman he failed to see in the group. Blake notices that she ignores the teasing of the others, and he has time to take in her radiant smile, before she crouches down to pet Bella. Her V-necked cropped top shapes her and he’s taken in the skinny jeans, bangle earrings and a necklace along with the luxuriance of her long auburn red hair. The young woman’s a stunner. ‘I’ve seen you about the square with her…’

Blake looks down into her upturned face, cannot miss the sun in her hair, the rounded swell of her breasts and the gaze of her hazel eyes. He’s instantly captivated. ‘My office is in Clarendon House…I work and live there. I guess you and your friends will be off on your holidays and celebrate some more…like you are now?’

He points behind her and she turns to look their way. Jeez, he shouldn’t be feeling the way he does about the sight of her. He’s also taken to wondering why she would bother to follow him and Bella and not just call out to him. The young guys in the group do so now and she gives them a dismissive answering wave, her bracelets jangling as they slide over slender wrists. He takes it all in.

‘In a minute!’ She turns to him. ‘They are all going away, but I’m staying put and looking for some work experience…interior design and furnishing…may go that way in my college course…I haven’t decided.’

Blake has seen her eye for style and co-ordination in what she is wearing but says nothing on it. Bella leaps up against his leg to draw his attention upon her. She wants to get home. Blake considers what to say.

‘If you know my place, then you’ll have seen some glass-fronted display cabinets…that tell you what I do. I’m about to start commissioning the fitting out of a showhouse on a scheme I’m working on down into The Cotswolds, so…if,’ he hesitated, ‘if it’s too late and you’ve found something, then fine, otherwise I could put in a word for you…’

The girl gasped and put a hand to her lips. She then laughed in dismay. ‘Really?’

She sees him smile, is taken by his long slender face and how distinguished his greying hair make the man look. He’s ruggedly handsome, his body toned and lightly tanned. Will she really be in his company, some of the time, and how does she tell her folks about this?

‘Yes, really…what I’m suggesting is a start, if you’re interested in the idea? Call in after three this afternoon or ring my office number if you don’t live in the village. You can get it off the display case. I’ll have set up an intro for you by then. Tell me…what’s your name?’

‘Evie Marklew…do you mean it, what you’re saying?’

She looked at him in wide-eyed amazement that the offer has come out of the blue. The guy’s hot, and not just from his jog…his singlet sticks to his lean body, and she sees toned arms and strong legs. His shorts are just that, short, and almost like a second skin where it matters, even to her. She’s not so practised in the ways of it, as some of the others in her group, and she’s been happy with that, until now.

‘Yes, I don’t waste my breath on empty promises…’

‘No…no, of course not.’ She sees him slick back his short hair, greying already at the temples but she loves that about him too.

‘I’m going, Evie. Think about it…talk it through with your parents…and call me. You’ll be working for me…with me…but under the guidance of Carole Soames at Tovey Interiors…’

‘I’ve heard and read about them in the County Mag…they’re from Warwick way?’ It felt unreal, all that was being said and was happening. Tovey’s were a class act. She saw their adverts in the local magazines all the time. Could it get any better than this?

‘Just that. I’m glad that you’ve heard of them…and you mean what you say about work experience in what interests you.’

‘I do mean it.’ She looked away in distraction mersinescort as her friends again called to her. It felt as if she was already being interviewed and her interest confirmed and not thought of a flimsy plan. ‘Sorry…I’ve got to go back, or they won’t shut up.’

He smiled in reassurance. ‘Go on, Evie, I’ve been there too. I may hear from you?’

‘You will, oh you will!’ She stopped. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Blake Edwards…and it’s Edwards Classic Homes.’

‘I won’t forget…none of this!’ she laughed out brightly and met a moment’s stilled look of Blake’s eyes upon her. Evie then turned away.

He followed her progress and knew that Evie would have to explain herself to the friends who were sure to tease her. She had skipped away from him and before he walked up the ramp to the village’s main thoroughfare. He was breaking all the rules that he set for himself, by picking someone on their looks and to work for him.

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Evie brought the heavy door knocker down onto its plate, twice, and waited. She had caught sight of Blake through the slatted blinds fitted across the tall casement windows on each side of the front door. They were often closed and when, she assumed, the office was closed.

She caught sight of the man, now in a smart navy-blue suit and sky-blue shirt open at the neck. He smiled wonderfully and soon opened the door.

‘Right on time…Evie.’

He stepped aside and let her pass. Gone were the revealing clothes, and in their place a pencil skirt and floaty cream blouse. The young woman before him was feast to the eye, so different from those that had gone before and never stayed with him for long. He didn’t play the field or ‘put it about’; relationships had failed to click. To pursue the young woman before him, if that was the way things played out, would be a departure from all that had passed for a love life. What Evie brought to the eye, and would to his touch, put in the shade the others he had been seen with. That also went for your youthfulness, and he supposed her comparative innocence.

‘I thought it best…’ She looked at him nervily and glanced into his open office area. He had been seen to be working at an architect’s drawing table. ‘It’s lovely office…yet it feels like home.’

‘That’s how I want it.’ Blake motioned for her to go in and he led her to corner sofa set placed facing the window that looked out on the village green and the war memorial. He waited for her to sit down. ‘I’ve spoken to Carole and she’s happy for you to be at our meetings…the first next is next Tuesday. If you agreed, you could start here…be with me on Monday and sit in on a progress meeting…then come with me to one of my finished schemes that Carole’s worked on. It will prep you for meeting her…you’ll see her approach to what I ask of her.’ He watched Evie sit very straight, demurely yet tense, on the edge of her seat, her hands folded in her lap. ‘Am I rushing you?’

She shook her head and he saw how her hair swayed.

‘No, it’s all happened so fast but it’s exciting to see the outcomes of what is designed on paper.’ She saw him nod his agreement, just loved how he looked at her as Blake listened. A dream of work experience had simply fallen into her lap, and she’d be working with an only too attentive but quietly spoken man. ‘I’ll be here…my parents have been told…over the phone. I’ll speak it all through with them when they get home. They have heard of you too so that helps.’

She took a moment to take in her new surroundings, had to stand up and now peered over the low wall that separated his work area from where they had been seated.

‘I’ll show you around…’ Blake offered and waited for her to join him. ‘Your workstation is over there by the window looking out over the garden. I converted that old pine table so that it has a lift up drawing board you never knew was there…’ he said in enthusiasm. ‘The kitchenette and a toilet and shower room are through there…along the passage to the back door out onto the garden…a separate ladies loo next door. And, close to my table is my Bella’s bed.’

He called to her in an obviously caring voice, and the dog came to them. Evie bent down to her as she had done before. She met his look upon her.

‘I want to make the most of the chance you’re giving me…’ she said, her voice breaking as she took it all in, the man, Blake’s office and even his adoring pet and companion. ‘Sorry…my friends are going away and have nothing to come back to. I want to take every chance I can get…’

‘Just take your time, Evie. The pressure’s on me to make the business work. You’ll see how the world outside of school or college really turns…and you’ll be a step ahead of them. It matters more than ever these days.’

She knew it too and so much more besides. The man she had met couldn’t be put from her mind, and in a couple of days she would be working with him and in Blake’s company more than ever.

What a lousy word ‘infatuation’ was. It didn’t get close to describing how she already felt about the man before her; he with his quiet and unthreatening ways, but with eyes that yenişehir escort were beginning to tell their own story.

2

Evie clutched the work portfolio case in her slender-fingered hands, the heavy-duty card of its sides bound by magenta-coloured laces. It held all that she had sketched and worked on with Carole Soames over the time that she had been with Blake and seen the scope of his developments, his eye for detail and demanding ways that kept things to the standard he set for himself.

‘It’s your last but one day,’ he smiled across the space between them. They were on the way back from Stow and a town centre development of classic stone-built properties that revealed how far he would go to respect their setting and the town’s history.

‘Yes, the time’s just flown by,’ she said in a soft voice, not quite believing how her time with him and others had gone by, but with Blake in particular. He had mentored her in everything that his company undertook, and the man had not put a foot wrong in his behaviour towards her. ‘Everything I do from now on won’t be the same…’

Blake drove the luxuriously fitted Range Rover effortlessly, the smell of the leather seats heavy and mingled with the light floral scent she always wore and had done, even at school, in the last few months. That life was behind her. She felt that she had suddenly stepped into an adult world on account of him. He would be the one to make that journey begin and to make her dreams become only too real. She had become besotted with him and the idea of a man taking her body and not just her mind.

The man she had begun to obsess over with every day that passed, since they had met at that bridge, lived alone. She never overheard any chats with a woman friend. He was easy and polite with Carole, whenever they met, and he would let her know by a smile, or moment’s look, that he approved of what she had chosen to wear for work. He’d not made a pass at her, said nothing suggestive and it had only beguiled her so much more. She wondered about him, had even gone to touching herself when in bed and thought back over moments of the day spent in his company. He set her tasks and left her to it, she even worked alone in the office and fielded calls when he went out for a site visit. She became his secretary and PA, after he had seen the quality of her work. Some instinct had made him trust her; they rounded off the day with a half hour chat and she was gone from him…out of sight but never far from her mind.

Blake paid her in cash every Friday and friends she talked to said she was lucky. He was doing her a favour in offering work experience, and paying her, or was he after something else and was she open to that idea. To look at the man beside her and see his vitality, hear his soft spoken but persuasive ways when dealing with business matters, and to know sometimes that his eyes were on her, made the shock of knowing that she was into him only too real.

His office was always spotless; the rooms in the old house, that looked over the village green and war memorial, in open plan but retaining its corniced ceilings and pendant lights that hung from ornate plaster ceiling roses. Paintings brightened every wall, and he had made the place feel as if work intruded on his home, not the other way about.

‘It’s gotten to be that way for me too…Evie. I’ve had no doubts about having you around, and Carole’s said you have an eye for the work that she does for me…so you must see where your next steps take you.’

‘You’ve made me feel that way, Blake…’ she used his first name as if he’d agreed to it. He had said nothing when she did so, and whenever they were alone, but now her voice expressed a different intention. ‘I’ve got no other plans when I leave your work…it’s been special.’

‘I knew it too…when I asked you that first day, ‘ Blake answered but without looking at her.

He had slowed to almost a stop and looked at the lane ahead. The fob that operated the electric gates was held out and she saw them slowly open and te gravelled driveway led up to a single outbuilding that had been sympathetically converted into a garage and store. His eye for detail and history continued to astonish her. A tended, walled garden lay between it and the house, the slabbed path lined with climbing roses, their stems forming an archway and were tied to an ornate frame over its full length. To her to walk underneath it was only too romantic.

‘Blake?’ she prompted, turning in her seat to look at him.

Evie shivered. She met his stilled look before it drifted over her body, the floaty white blouse, with its scooped drawstring collar that she had chosen to wear no longer stretched taut across her breasts, now that the seat belts had been eased away. Her navy-blue skirt revealed her slender thighs, white flats a finishing touch.

She had the chance to take in again his brushed back greying hair that lent his long face a particular attractiveness. He looked so darned fit and strong, his hair making him look older than she knew he was. Carole had told her that the man had become rich toroslar escort through hard work and by the time he was thirty-five.

‘Work has taken over his life,’ Carole had gone on to confide.

She saw him pout and finally give voice to what was on his mind.

‘Can you stay a while…have supper with me, perhaps…later?’ Blake offered a moment’s fingertip caress to the soft skin of her thighs, his touch moving enough to make her move them, open the way to his touches. ‘Well?’

Evie stilled his touches for an instant.

‘Be careful with me…this is so different from what I know,’ she confessed on a whisper as Blake hesitated before he leant in to kiss her, his hand slowly smoothing her skin until it touched her panties and she squirmed; opened her mouth to meet an older man’s expert and hungering kiss. ‘I want to be with you…have to tell someone I’ll be late!’

‘Do that when we’re inside!’ he called after her.

Evie had opened the door and she now ran towards the house. She heard him behind her and then felt his restraining embrace, his hands on her belly arousing shivers of longing and fear for what she was doing and knew that she wanted from him. She met his stilled look and did not stop Blake’s hands as he slowly cupped her breasts and she kissed him; loved his slow ways of persuasion that vied with the fury of her longing for him and that he had aroused in her. It was so different, every moment she’s spent with him at work and now, from all that she had gone through with the few guys she’d let in to touch but not fully claim her.

‘I want this…want you…but only if you’re ready for this and with me,’ she heard him say, his breaths on her skin exciting her responses. She clamped his hands to her body, turned in his embrace to meet his soft, wondering look before he bent to kiss her once more. ‘Nothing’s forced…you can leave, Evie. I’m not using you…and I want it to mean something for us both.’

She nodded through their kisses and believed that it was so. Blake was unthreatening in his ways with her now. He sought to bring her on in his chosen ways, the devotion that she had seen him bring to his work would now be upon her. His restraint, and now, Blake’s soft words only made her want him more.

‘Show me…help me with it!’ He felt so strong and that she would drown in the look of those wondering eyes upon her and never tire of being kissed by his wonderful lips, that she would willingly become ensnared by his touches upon her and what she knew he would ring. She had felt the hard insistent press of his prick against her bum as Blake could not keep that certainty from her. ‘Be gentle…please?’

‘Is it a first time for you?’ The breeze rustled the leaves of the roses, their scent heavy on the air and fronds brushed their faces as they stepped slowly towards the back door.

‘Like this…with someone like you, yes it is.’ Evie lingered under his slow understanding kisses. She felt that he would make love to her, behave as she had imagined when alone in her bed and her thoughts turned to him.

3

Blake felt her clutch his arm as he led the way into the cool of the house and the echoing hallway, the staircase to his apartment before them. Bella nuzzled and licked her greetings to their hands before she went outside, only to quickly return and settle in her basket as Blake commanded.

‘She’s a wonder….’

‘Yes, she’s always been true and dutiful company for me.’

Evie wondered on what lay behind that remark. She watched him drag away his tie and unfasten two buttons of his shirt, shove his suit jacket over the back of a chair. She saw downy hair on his breastbone, remained hesitant in what she should do in these new circumstances between them. She met his distracted look.

‘You’d better call someone…say you’re working late,’ he said on a knowing pout of his lips.

‘They’re all out…still at work.’

‘Just tell them, please?’ he answered in a low voice.

She met but a moment’s touch to her face before searching for her iPhone in her bag that she had put on the floor by the stairs. Evie sensed him step away, looked to see that he was deep in thought as he wandered into the office part of the glorious room.

‘Blake?’

He held up a hand. ‘Make the call…please?’

He was unsure of his actions, even if the young woman beguiled him and aroused errant longings for her. Evie had done so from the moment they had met by that bridge. He stifled a groan of dismay. She was so young and beautiful, so wonderfully made and only too desirable; what he had held so firm and promising so much, whether she was experienced or not in the ways between two people. He wondered if his lust for her, and the knowledge that she would soon be out of his sight and company, if not his thoughts, had overcome all reason. He was a man who had become rich as a result of carefully considered judgements, who weighed up the pros and cons of a situation. But with this young woman other instincts and emotions prevailed. He wanted to take her to bed and feast on what he knew lay under the clothes she had worn for work and a meeting with selling agents. The memory of their first meeting, and her cropped top, had plagued him ever since but he had chosen to take things so frustratingly slow. Bodies and minds had to meet in whatever would now play out between them.

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