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So there I was, in the woods of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, far from civilization and all urban residencies. I was in my favorite pair of jogging shorts and a sports bra. I must have been running for five miles of tall California redwoods I took a drink of water and happened to notice a small lake that must have appeared just recently.

“Oh, what luck! I have built up a sweat. I’ll take advantage of this little lake.” I contemplate any consequences that could possibly come of a little skinny dipping in the woods and laughed to myself. “There is really no punishment for doing this. It would be different if I did this somewhere with lots of people.”

I feel my nipples harden under my sports bra. I rub them, rotating my fingers in circles on top of them. My full 34D breasts were big but in an undersized sports bra they really fill it up.

My hiked up jogger shorts start getting wet and I snap back to reality, “I came to enjoy the water, not to masturbate.” I slip off my top revealing my sweaty breasts with erect nipples. I slide off my joggers shorts and show off my shaved pussy with my swollen pussy lips.

I run into the water feeling the cool mountain water spray all over my naked body. “Oh! That’s cold!” I say with a big grin and a cute giggle. I float on my back for five minutes, close my eyes, and take in the serenity of my current atmosphere.

I walk çorum escort back to the beach and sit down. The horny feeling returns and my hands restart my nipple tickling. I circle my nipples and pinch them forcefully. I take a fistful of boob and begin to suck it while rubbing the other one. “I think I’m wet enough now,” I giggle.

I slide my hands down to my pussy and brisk my fingers on the outer edge of my pussy. “Mmmm, you are very good with your hands!” I giggle again to myself. I stick my fingers into my pussy, rubbing the inside of my vaginal walls. I pinch my clit and shove fingers deeper into my vagina. I moan as my ecstasy takes over.

Suddenly I hear: “Tiffany! Tiffany! Wake up this instant! This is behavior not suitable for class.” I wake up with my hand in my skirt. My name is Tiffany. I am in high school and I go to an all-girl school. I am very horny for my age and I tend to be caught with my hand in my skirt.

Anyways Ms. Reynolds, or what I love to call her Ms. “Horny for me,” says, “Ms. Arnold, I will see you after class.”

I utter my breath, “Okay, Miss ‘Horny for me.'” The class bursts into laughter and Ms. Reynolds just rolls with the joke.

“Okay class,” she says flattening out her black mini skirt and sitting on her desk, which is in front of me, “Miss Arnold, please read for us at…”

The bell rings and the rest denizli escort of the class rushes out for the end of the school day. I attempt to run out but Miss Reynolds pulls me back by my pigtail. “Ow! Miss Reynolds you know that really hurt!” I say in cutest, girly voice with my pair of puppy dog eyes.

“Miss Arnold, I do not appreciate you masturbating during my class. I especially do not prohibit…” She rubs my naked pussy from under my plaid skirt. “…You not wearing underwear, but Tiff I am very attracted to you.”

“How about we loosen up and close up shop Miss ‘Horny for me?'” I say sitting on the desk with one leg up, revealing my naked pussy. She locks the door and closes all the blinds. She undoes her collared shirt and removes her bra to reveal her 36DD breasts that even outclassed mine.

“What naughty dream were you dreaming, Miss Arnold?” she says as she undoes her stocking and unzips her skirt. “My student has learned a lot from me,” she hints to the fact that she doesn’t wear underwear (and I did learn that from her). She sits on her desk, crosses her legs, undoes her hair, and takes off her glasses. “Miss Arnold, welcome to detention, please remove your top.”

I remove my top as she wishes. “I forgot my bra today; I guess that’s why I was so horny.” I place my pussy on my desk and I hear it make a “squish” sound as it hits düzce escort the desk. “Oh, I guess I’m ready, Miss.”

“Miss Tiffany, that wouldn’t be punishment then,” she says and uncrosses her legs. “Please begin the foreplay.” I sit my wet pussy on her tummy, she giggles as my love juices touch her stomach. I twist her nipples and suck one her luscious breasts.

She lifts my skirt up and tickles my clit. “Hey, this is supposed to be my punishment.” I continue with my boob massage and kiss my way down to her pussy. I slide my fingers down her sides feeling her goose bumps trigger.

“Alright pass me your pussy, Miss Tiffany.” I place my pussy into her mouth. She says, “Hello, my old friend, we meet again,” and proceeds with her licking. I moan and feel the warmth of her tongue tickling my wet vagina. I place my tongue and we begin our orgy of penetrating tongues. Her tongue slides deep into my pussy as my tongue slides into her pussy. I pinch her clit and she releases a very cute moan. “Miss Tiffany, you play very dirty,” she says as she digs her mouth into my pussy pie.

“Oh, I’m cumming, miss,” I say and release my love juices into her mouth, which triggers her to release her cum into my mouth. I flip myself around, rest my boobs on hers, look into her eyes and kiss her. She grabs my butt and then passionately kisses me.

I put my blouse back on and pull my skirt back down. I walk out the door, pop my head back in, and I say with a cute smile: “Miss Reynolds, same time tomorrow?”

She flips toward me, baring her nudity, biting her glasses; she says: “Just be sure to get yourself into trouble again.”

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Southern California summers are really, really, damn hot. It was a Tuesday afternoon in early June, and it was about a hundred and ten fucking degrees out. Luckily there were only a few weeks left of senior year in high school, because every afternoon at two-thirty all the school sports teams practice under the hot sun. I was a starter on the girl’s lacrosse team, and we were the best in the county, mainly because we worked so damn hard every day in practice. The coach always made us work. I must say though, I was in great shape. My stomach was as tight as ever, and my legs were lean, muscular and smooth. I was tan all over except what’s covered by short athletic shorts and a sports bra, our usual training attire. Usually we started out with a t-shirt or a jersey on top too but it was just too hot for the extra cotton, and the coach stopped caring about our midriffs showing.

On any given day you could usually find us running laps around the track in a tight formation, like a sea of tight, fit, tan bodies all wearing black sports bras covering our b cup breasts and nylon soccer shorts, with the waistband rolled down several times to hug nice and low on our hips. We probably looked really sexy out there running, but we didn’t really feel all that sexy. When we finished practice, we’d always find our spandex soaked from sweat and elazığ escort we just felt gross. All of the girls brought changes of panties for the rest of the day, and I did that for a while until I came up with a better solution: just not wear panties.

We all had these sweat wicking, seamless soccer shorts that we wore for practice but I realized their cooling effects are negated when you wear form hugging, suffocating spandex. So I stopped wearing panties to practice, and I felt so much cooler and freer down there. I told a few of my close friends but that was all; I didn’t want the whole world thinking I was like a weirdo slut or something. I just wanted some fresh air down there.

The first time I went running with the team panty-less was exhilarating. I could feel the breeze tickling my lips as we ran, exciting me, and I soon stopped worrying about if anyone noticed. I began to feel really aroused and my legs felt lighter. With every step I took, I could feel my enlarging lips brushing sensuously against my smooth legs. I could feel my juices escaping and leaking down my leg, trickling down my legs until they absorbed into my socks. I looked around but everyone was so focused on running that no one noticed. I took the opportunity to reach my hand up my left leg hole as I ran as if to stretch out my spandex erzincan escort that might have scrunched up high on my leg. But instead, I swiped my hand across my pussy, and when I drew my hand out I was shocked feel how full and engorged it had become from this run. When I drew my hand out, I saw that there was a shiny sheen of my juices coating my hand. I quickly wiped it off on my shorts.

As we ran, I could feel my breath quicken and my heart begin to race. But I realized that it was not from running. “Oh shit,” I thought, “I’m going to fucking cum!” I wanted to save myself the embarrassment, so I tried to run with my legs farther out to minimize their contact with my pussy, but to no avail. I couldn’t just stop running; we had barely run a mile yet. It would look really bad. I slowly dropped back to the back of the group to be more discreet. But the sensation just kept growing, multiplying every time my legs rubbed across my engorged pussy.

“Oh shit…Oh fuck” I said to myself. I was at the point of no return. There was no stopping it now. It was building up and Jesus, it felt good. Then I felt a tap on my right shoulder, one of my good friends, Amanda. “What’s wrong?” she asked, “I saw you drop back to the back of the pack, everything ok?” But I was in no shape to talk; I was seconds away from an erzurum escort intense orgasm. We were the last two in the pack, and I looked around to double check that no one was watching.

“Amanda,” I gasped, grabbing hold of her wrist.

“What are you…”

My hand on top of hers, I quickly moved her down under my waistband and onto my dripping, gaping pussy. She looked at me in shock at what I had just done and I plunged both of hands deep inside my pussy. “Amanda,” I said as I exploded in a giant orgasm, “I just fucking came.” She got over her initial shock and pulled her hand out, coated with a glossy sheen of fresh juice. She laughed and asked jokingly, “Where the fuck is your spandex?” I told her I didn’t wear them because I thought this would keep me cooler.

She just laughed. “Did you bring them at all today?”

“No.”

“What about your regular panties, the ones you had on for school earlier? Why didn’t you just wear those?”

I just grinned and said my little lacy pink panties were in my car, lying on the seat of the driver’s seat. Amanda just started cracking up.

“You are too much,” she whispered, “but I won’t tell anyone.” She looked at me and winked and I just grinned. Despite the craziness of the situation and fear of being noticed, it made my day a hell of a lot more interesting. I started thinking about all the different ways I could spice up my day, doing sexy things. One thing is for sure: I never ran with panties again. In fact, I played the rest of the season, all my practices and matches, without panties. I’ll tell you those stories later.

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I’ve got to tell you about a most incredible experience I had last week. Ok, ya, sure, you’re thinking I made all this up. Well, read it and believe!

There it was, a crappy Thursday night. I was feeling anxious and itchy and decided to go to the movies. I wanted to be alone; what better place than in a theatre? The wife was in her usual “I couldn’t care less” mode, so I decided, “frig her”, I’ll go by myself. I always wondered what it would feel like to go to the movies alone; wondered what people would think.

As I entered the darkened theatre, popcorn and soda in hand, I slunk down into a seat in the middle of the last isle. A stupid preview was playing so, naturally, I started fantasizing about wild sex (I seem to be doing that a lot lately).

Suddenly, I was awakened out of my reverie.

“Excuse me,” she said as she slid past me, rubbing her beautiful ass on my legs as she squeezed by. And of course I knew it was a beautiful ass, after all I was right in the middle of one of my fantasy moments. If she wasn’t with her male friend (husband?), I would have thought she did it on purpose. (*heavy sigh*) My sexual imagination getting the best of me again.

Why did she have to sit down right next to me? After all the theatre was half full and the entire back row was empty except for me. Well, why not? After all I AM good looking AND can keep it hard for a very long time. And I’m sure she could tell all that, especially in the darkened theatre, simply by the way I was holding my popcorn. Yeah right! Dream on idiot face.

Oh well, on with the movie. Some typical, poorly eskişehir escort written script, filled with some T ) I casually peeked over her way. She was totally focused on the movie. Her husband, friend, idiot, whatever, unaware, or at least it seemed he was unaware, of what was going on. And then, before I realized what was happening, she was on her knees. She had flipped her seat up and was facing me. She put her index finger up to her mouth as if to say “be quiet.” Who was I to argue? I mean, if she must…

She slowly, quietly unzipped my pants and started stroked my now totally erect cock. She slowly rubbed her lips up one side, around the top, and down the other side, her tongue dancing along the way. My eyes wanted to roll back, but I wouldn’t let them. I wanted to watch and enjoy her every move. And man, she had some great moves. She knew enough to keep her warm saliva all over my shaft, the heat turning me on more and more. She slowly lifted up her tight tank top to expose her perky breasts and beautiful quarter-sized nipples. As she continued to move around my cock, I felt her warm breasts and hard nipples rubbing along my legs. I was in heaven and didn’t want to leave. Her hands, wow, what hands. Up and around the shaft, down and around my balls, then softly stroking my inner thighs. I was about to explode. And when I finally couldn’t hold it any longer, I quietly moaned and exploded into her warm, sweet mouth. She took all of my cum and allowed some to slowly slip out of the corner of her mouth. She wiped some onto her erect nipples and smiled a wicked smile at me. She slowly pulled down her tank top, slid back into her seat and gaziantep escort focused on the movie again, as if nothing happened.

I sat in a daze. Movie? What movie? I was in a content fog, just enjoying the feeling of having a tremendously satisfying, erotic orgasm. Maybe minutes, maybe seconds, maybe days went by, when I felt that hand again. This time, it stayed on my hand and arm. It was as if someone was trying to get my attention. I looked over and at that moment, my hand was placed on another lap. Hers. She moved my hand to her crotch. Apparently, she was not wearing any underwear under that short skirt. Luckily, my arms are long and the seats were close. She placed her hand right on her naked, exposed pussy and Mr. Left Hand took over.

Oh, she had a nice pussy! I could feel it was shaved smooth below with a little neatly trimmed bush above. I slid my fingers lower and I could feel how wet she was. I mean WET! I guess she enjoyed sucking my cock. Well, I was thinking I’d better get to returning the favor. I slid my middle finger in. As I did, she slid down a bit and I could see she rolled her head back. I guess there was nothing for her to watch, so she just sat back and enjoyed. Her pussy lips were huge, like the wings of a butterfly. A very wet, slimy butterfly. I could actually smell the sweet musk of her (or maybe I just imagined I could). Her clit was swollen and erect. As my middle finger gently explored her inside, my thumb wetly circled her clit. She moaned softly. Alarmed, I looked over at her date (escort?) but he was oblivious. What an idiot! I refocused on my task (ahem) at hand. I added another finger to giresun escort the one already bathing. She was so wet, her juices were running down her ass. I was thinking I’d have to come back to this seat another time and see if I can still smell her… Ok, that thought came and went as she began to make desperate, squirming motions.

Focus, focus, I told myself. And I did. I sensed her pleasure and began to work more furiously. I noticed she had her hands up her tank top and I could tell she was massaging her own tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples as I worked her pussy. Suddenly, I could feel one hell of a contraction (I thought my fingers were going to get sucked in there, lost for all time). She tensed and, jeepers, the Flood came! Man, did she cum all over my hand. I knew enough to keep the stimulation exactly the same and when she was done, her pussy muscles released my hand like an oyster releasing a pearl.

I took my hand back and brought it to my face. Oh, she smelled delicious. I could see out of the corner of my eye she was looking my way. I turned to her and made a show of bringing a soaked finger under my nose for a deep inhale. She grinned wickedly at me as she watched me slowly clean off my hand. Just before I finished the last lick, she grabbed my hand and licked off the last bit. Shit, making this mystery woman with the gorgeous pussy cum in the erotic environment of the darkened movie theatre had made me hard again. Her licking my finger almost made me shoot another load right in my pants.

Just then, the movie ended. I couldn’t move. It was as if I had been flash frozen. She got up, husband(?) in hand, said “Excuse me”, brushed by me again and left. By the time the credits ended, I was able to stand up. I grabbed my empty soda and popcorn containers, discarded them into the trash bin on my way out, and went home.

I’m thinking going to the movies alone is not such a bad thing… What do you think?

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I have decided that I would share several real life CFNM stories. These are all real events that have happened to me over a period of 25 years. I have several CFNM fantasies that I have not lived out yet in real life. If response to my real stories is good, I may share those fantasies too.

I am a 45 year old white male from the southern United States. I have dirty blond hair and an average build at 6ft tall. It all started the summer after graduating high school. I was 18, an adult and I was going to have the house to myself for a couple of months before heading off to college. I was looking forward to enjoying the summer, time with my girlfriend and saving up some money while working part time in a fast food restaurant as an assistant manager, I had worked there since I was 15.

I started having fantasies that were new and I could not explain. They involved me being caught naked or put in situations where I was forced to be the only one in a group that was naked. I still don’t know where that comes from but the thought of it turns me on like nothing else. It is terrifying and erotic all at one time. The only thing better than thinking about it is experiencing it… I think… When these started I did not initially share bayburt escort this with my girlfriend, Lori. I was afraid that should would think that I was weird.

Not long after I started having these fantasies, I began taking walks in the woods behind our house the woods were dense and had paths that were cut by the surveyors. I could walk those all the way over to the neighborhoods that were part of the next town, a couple of miles away. I started getting wild ideas about taking my clothes off and walking in the privacy of the woods. I began doing this. Feeling the warm summer air on my naked body. Much like my fantasies, I was somewhere between terrified and so turned on that I could not see straight. I did this every day in the early afternoon.

For the first week I stripped down and walked with my shoes on and carried my clothes. During the second week, I felt like I needed more. I began taking my clothes off and leaving them in a marked spot and then walking away from them. Nothing but a pair of flip flops and a smile. Two days in and I was now leaving a key hidden by the backdoor of the house, stripping as soon as I got into the woods and carrying my clothes and then leaving them as I reached bilecik escort an area where 4 of these paths or trails intersected. I hid my clothes just off the paths.

I never once thought about or worried about running into someone. I had never seen anyone in these woods. I walked on leaving my clothes behind. My clothes are about 2 miles from my house and I walked a mile further. I was dangerously close to a park and a small neighborhood so I did not go any further. I turned to start my trip back. When i reached the intersections of the 4 paths, I could not find my clothes. The spot where I hid them had been disturbed and they were gone. I began to freak out a little I was 2 miles from my house with no clothes. More importantly, who took them and did they know I was there. Were they watching me?

I started walking home, terrified, but for some reason rock hard. I became a little less freaked out the further I walked without incident. I became more relaxed and started stroking and enjoying my predicament more. I reached my back yard, it was a sunny day so I took a few moments to make sure I would not be seen. I made it into my back yard and just ad I got inside the fence, I hear a gasp, then a squeal bingöl escort and then a whistle. It was my girlfriend, Lori. She had apparently stopped by to surprise me. When no one answered the door she decided to hang out in a shaded corner of the backyard until I got home. Turns out we surprise each other. Up to this point we had fooled around a little but we had not seen each other naked. She was seeing all of me today.

She leapt to her feet and and immediately ran over to me smiling and asking, “What they hell are you doing?” I was turned on and embarrassed all at once. She could not take her eyes off of my raging erection. I was forced to explain these crazy urges and fantasies that I had been having. I was forced to do this standing outside named while she looked me over. As I was explaining this to her, I was realizing how hot she looked with her blond hair lit by the sun, her crop top and short shorts. I got even harder. I think.

When I finished explaining, she embraced me pressing my dick up between us with the head touching her bare stomach. I thought I was going to explode right there. She licked my ear, and whispered, we are going to have a lot of fun this summer! She pulled back knelt down and slid my dick in her mouth. She then stood up and said she had to run but we would talk more. When she left I stood in my backyard and edged myself for 45 minutes before spraying more cum than I had ever done before.

The next morning, Lori called and that is chapter 2.

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“Ooh, baby! What are you wearing?” asked SuperSexStud2006.

SuperSexStud2006? Did that mean there were over two thousand other guys who wanted to call themselves SuperSexStud or was this guy anticipating the new year? Oh, well. She might as well get back with the program.

“A sheer red mesh bra with cut-out nipples and matching crotch less panties. I wanted to wear red because I’m red-hot for you, SuperSexStud2006,” SynSexxKitten replied.

After a few more lines of typing, SuperSexStud2006 thanked SynSexxKitten and logged off.

SynSexxKitten was the username she shared with her roommate when they worked on the Internet. They got the name by combining their two first names . (S for Sarah and YN for Brynn.) The SexxKitten was the first combination they could find that hadn’t already been used. Brynn wasn’t too fond of it. It was hard to remember to add the extra “X” and not to leave spaces between the words. She usually had to backspace at least once to get the silly thing right. Fortunately she generally wasn’t that busy at the computer. Sarah took the late night shift when it was the busiest. Brynn generally worked website in the late afternoon and early evening. It sure paid more than waiting tables at the restaurant.

Brynn stretched her arms and legs and yawned. Who would have thought that over twenty mind-blowing orgasms in less than an hour would be so boring! She was enjoying the FreeCell game she had running in the background more than the customers she’d been talking to.

He logged onto the SynSexxKitten website. His friends at work had been talking about this cybersex site all week. They couldn’t stop raving about the hot blond. They claimed it was the best site out there and that he’d have to check it out. After he got the boxes moved into his new apartment and his computer set up, he logged onto the site.

“User name?” the screen asked. The site requested a set of words and numbers. His buddies all used names like 9andWide, Goodfor5Times and the like but he didn’t think he could type those with a straight face, let alone respond to them. He’d just use his name and part of his new address.

Mark17’s log-in appeared on SynSexxKitten’s screen. Mark17? That was a new one. Generally the guys seemed to prefer names like Mr10Inches, PussyPleaser9, and Clittickler11. She guessed the names were supposed to be sexy but she had a hard time thinking about them without snorting which probably wasn’t the response they were hoping for. Mark17 was different. Unless he was trying to tell her that he was 17 inches!

“SynSexxKitten? Are you there?”

“Of course, Mark17. I was just getting myself comfortable for our long chat?” Brynn didn’t realized she’d been daydreaming that long. “What would you like to talk about?”

“Tell me something about yourself. What do you look like?” Mark knew exactly what she’d say. The guys said that every time her description was exactly the same. He glanced up at the picture posted at the site. Blond hair and blue eyes. She did look hot all right, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the woman he’d seen washing her car in the driveway next to his early that day. She had short dark hair and skin that glistened from sweat and the water droplets that splashed on her body. He couldn’t seen much of her face but she had a cute ass and legs that went on forever.

When they balıkesir escort had started the website, they had downloaded a picture from the Google website number seveny thousand out of over two hundred thousand. Sarah used the photo editing software to add more blond curls that cascaded over “Syn’s ” naked breasts. Since they couldn’t decided if Syn should be “smooth” or “silky”, the hair continued to the top of her thighs.

“I’m a hot blond with beautiful breast and big blue eyes that want to see that big cock of yours” Brynn typed. She glanced in the mirror. Her reflection showed hazel eyes and short dark hair that could use a brush. Her nose was pink because she had forgotten to apply sunscreen there when she’d washed her car earlier. Her breasts were nothing to write home about but she did have great legs.

“What are you wearing?” Mark 17 asked. The cute brunette next door was wearing a pink tank top and a pair of faded denim cut-offs. He wondered if she knew there was a hole worn through near the back pocket. He could just see a glimpse of pink lace. Pink like the inside of her lips? Where had that come from?! SynSexxKitten wasn’t doing much for him, but he was starting to get aroused just thinking about his new neighbor.

They always asked the same questions! When they’d started the website, Sarah and Brynn made up a list of responses they thought would turn most guys on. They had looked through Frederick’s of Hollywood catalogs, covers of adult videos and then just brainstormed. They had a list of about ten outfits. Let’s see. She’d already wore the white lace teddy, the red bra and crotch less panties, the Catholic school girl plaid jumper. That entry always made Brynn smile. When Sarah had typed out the suggestions, she’d misspelled it and the computer’s Spell-Check had corrected it to Cat Lick on their list.

She looked down at her pink tank top clinging to her breasts. She had on her favorite pair of cut-offs. They were old and the denim was starting to fray near the pockets. The next time she wore then, she have to remember to make sure there were no holes in them. Her pink panties matched her tank top but weren’t meant for public viewing. Of course, that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t enjoy showing them off for the right private audience. Like that cute guy who was moving in next door. He could look at her pink panties and all of the rest of her pink things whenever he wanted to. Her nipples began to tighten up and she could see them through the slightly damp fabric of the shirt. They were just about the same color as the shirt. She blushed a bit at the idea of baring them for new neighbor. My, was it starting to get a bit warm in here. She’d better get back to work. She checked the list.

“I’m wearing a black satin bra that shows off my beautiful breast and hard nipples. The bra is cut very low so they are showing just for you. I have black fishnet stockings attached to my black satin garter belt. I knew I’d be talking to you this afternoon so I left off my panties. I’m going to leave the black high heels on for you.”

Mark read his computer screen. What a cliché! Black satin and fishnets! Instead of picturing the sex goddess from the website, he was imagining the girl next door. Now seeing her really turned him on. He wondered what her breasts would look like. Would her nipples bartın escort be the same pink as her panties? What about the moist center hidden by those panties? Would it be the same color pink? His cock began to grow hard as he imagined the brown-haired woman. He popped the snap on his jeans and unzipped them. SynSexxKitten wasn’t turning him on, but she was. Well, he shouldn’t just leave SynSexxKitten hanging there. He was paying for it, after all.

“Tell me what you are doing.”

“I’ve been waiting for you. I’ll spread my long legs farther apart Don’t you like how the high heels tilt my body towards you? Can you see my hot pussy? Would you like me to pet it for you? I’ll think about your hands being there. Oooh! Oooh! That feels good!” Brynn typed.

For some reason Brynn couldn’t stop thinking about the man who just moved in. She wouldn’t mind touching herself thinking about his hands! She had watched him as he moved the boxes in. His muscles stood out as he picked up his things and carried them through the door. She wondered what his fingers would feel like touching her body. Her nipples tightened even more and there was a tingle between her legs. What would they feel like there? Brynn’s hand moved to stroke her breast and lightly pinched the nipple. Wow! She never got turned on during her shift. She shook her head and brought her attention back to the screen. Even as she was reading, Brynn pulled the top down until her breasts were bare and continued to touch herself. She didn’t seem to notice when she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down to her knees. Her fingers lightly caressed her panties.

“Yes, Syn! I’d like that!” Mark typed. He read the words on the monitor. He would like everything he was reading. He just was imagining another women doing it! He couldn’t stop thinking about the girl next door. Mark’s hard-on twitched with the thought of her body and what he’d do. He’d love to pull down that pink top and get rid of those shorts. He’d tweak those nipples until they were pink and hard. He’d touch his lips to them until her pussy was moist through those pink panties. His fingers would slide under that lace and into her satiny wetness. He brought his fingers up to his mouth. He was almost surprised when he couldn’t smell her scent. He licked his hand and began to pump his cock as pecked out a reply with the other.

“Your nipples are getting hard just like mine are. I’d like to lick them with the tip on my tongue until they are as erect as your cock. Your cock feels so big and hard! I’m going to glide my fingers into my hot wet pussy and let you smell how turned on I am. I’m going to pump you with those slick fingers until it gets even harder. Your hard cock will have pussy juices dripping from it before you slide into my body. Would you like that, Mark?” Brynn typed. Where had that came from? She’d never used anything like that before. Generally, there was a lot of “Ram your big cock in my wet pussy” and “Pump me! I’m coming!” Foreplay didn’t enter into it. She slid her panties down to join her shorts. Her fingers slid into the wetness between her legs. One finger rubbed circles around her throbbing clit while the others were sucked into the silken center. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined that guy’s hands there. And his mouth on her. Sucking on her nipples and then on her swollen clit.

Just batman escort the thought of her tongue anywhere was making him throb! He touched the brown nipples on his chest and watched as his cock swelled even fuller and harder. Yes! God, he’d love to taste her! He’d lick her pussy and suck on her clit until it was as hard and swollen as those nipples. His fingers would slide in and out just like his cock. He’d like to get one finger sopping wet and gently touch her asshole until it welcomed his finger. He wanted her to be filled with him before his cock even touched her. His hand pumped faster and harder on his cock . He shook his head and focused back on the screen. He shouldn’t leave SynSexxKitten hanging. It was probably a waste paying money for cybersex while he was jacking off to a mental image of the girl next door, but he’d already paid for the session.

“I’m going to slide my fingers into your pussy and suck on your clit until it’s the same color as your pretty pink nipples. I saw you when I moved in today. I could see your pink panties when you were washing your car and I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Did you see me looking at you? Did they get wet when you thought about me? Are they around your ankles right now while you’re touching yourself? I want to watch you touch your clit until my dick is so hard that it might explode if I can’t touch you. Then my tongue will stroke your swollen clit while my fingers enjoy your pussy. Would you like me to put a finger into your tight little rosebud of an asshole so you can feel me everywhere? I’ll caress you until you’re hot and ready for me.” SEND

Oh, great! Now what is SynSexxKitten going to think? He had been so into the thought of the other woman that he didn’t ever realize that he’d started typing about his fantasy with her instead of the high heels and fishnets of SynSexxKitten. Oh, well! She probably wouldn’t even notice. He looked at the timer in the upper corner of the site and saw that he only had a minute left. He wouldn’t renew. Obviously his imagination and the cute girl next door were all he needed. He pinched his nipples and licked his hand again. He continued to pump his cock.

Wow! Mark17 sure could write a wonderful fantasy! She could almost feel his hands on her body. Her hips rose up to meet the thrust of her fingers. A finger in her asshole? She had never thought of that but she was willing to give it a try. She moistened one finger and pushed it at the entrance until it went it. At the same time her fingers fucked her pussy while rubbing her clit. God! That felt so exciting! She was filled with sensations! Her clit was beginning to tingle and pulse. A few more strokes like this and she would be coming right here at the desk. Only forty seconds left for this visit. She wondered if he would renew. She almost felt like she was cheating him because his words were turning her on while she thought about the new man next door.

She looked back at the words he had just typed. Wait a minute! His words didn’t seem to be addressed to SynSexxKitten anymore. She had been washing her car this afternoon. She was wearing a pink pair of panties. A new guy had moved in next door. Was he Mark17? His address was 17 Maple. Could it possibly be him? What would he think if she just knocked on his door and invited herself in? Did she dare?

His time was almost up. Five seconds left.

“I wish you were here with me right now. I’d …” The screen went blank. Mark sighed. Oh, well.

He’d rather be thinking about the girl next door, anyway. Maybe he’d introduce himself later.

There was a knock on his door.

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Jack Kraken drove down the highway toward his destination with the sun just starting to peek over the hills in the distance. His 1997 Toyota 4Runner SR5 4×4 purred as he punched the gas pedal to speed up for a hill. His rare 5 speed SUV surged up and over as he shifted into 5th gear.

He was finally going on a long-prepared trip. He needed a long vacation after his recent ugly divorce. He used to enjoy off-roading in his youth. Work and family kept him close to home with only a few weekend trips a year with his favorite adventure company. Now a free man, he looked forward to heading to the beautiful Sierra foothill countryside to decompress and reevaluate his life.

He was well off having sold his modest construction company. At 6’2″ tall, Jack was a good-looking man. He had a toned muscular frame, tuned over many years of construction work. His light sandy blonde hair and chiseled features gave him a Greek god appearance. His looks, easy-going attitude and work ethic landed him an incredible looking wife.

Things went well for many years until she became a victim of middle age. She ran off with a young stud last year. Jack, heartbroken, divorced her at once. Shocked out of a comfortable life Jack started off-roading again and decided to modify his 4Runner.

Jack had spent many hours working on his 4×4 4Runner, getting it ready for the two weeklong off roading adventure. At 300,000 miles his beloved truck was no spring chicken, but any one even close to the SUV world knows that the 3rd gen 4Runner is arguably the most reliable, longest lasting vehicle Toyota ever made.

His loving care of the truck was clear. While a 4Runner is a very capable off-roader stock, Jack loved Rock crawling (The slow speed maneuvering up and over rock and boulder obstacles). With that in mind he had the truck lifted with an Icon brand stage 4, 3″ lift kit, solid rock sliders (metal tubes running between the tires below the doors to prevent boulders and rocks from crushing the body).

Added to that he installed a solid metal front bumper with a 9.5K winch and rear axle lockers (to prevent one tire spinning in tough traction situations).

For additional ground clearance he installed 33″ tall, all terrain tires. Then, LED headlights, and sway bar disconnects (sway bars are great for pavement driving by keeping the truck more level around turns, but crappy for off-roading as they prevent the front suspension from acting as independently as it could) and an on-board air compressor.

His last most expensive modification was the addition of a reduction gear box (the 4×4 world called it a Crawl box) that allowed for an extra low gear for climbing up super steep rocks and boulders with ease.

Most 4×4’s final gear ratio was between 40:1 and 80:1, but his new crawl box gave him a super low 187:1 final drive gear ratio that produced maximum torque and traction for rock crawling. He built and installed the gearbox himself and was quite proud of it.

Even with all the modifications his 4Runner looked mostly stock besides the 3″ lift and front bumper. He was not interested in the common “Mall Crawler” fad where people would buy and or outfit a 4×4 for show only. Most Mall Crawlers never left the pavement.

He signed up for a group trip as he was a careful man. He did not want to go off-roading for a long time without the back up of another truck. Also, he had gone with this company before, and they knew and respected his off-roading driving skill.

The trip would be led by a team in two 4×4’s leading the others. They would supply support and guidance but no food, tents or other camping support. That was ok with Jack, he wanted to save money and he enjoyed camping.

He arrived at the staging area parking lot near the entrance to the trail head. It led up and over a long overland trail through the Sierra foothills near Yosemite. It was a challenging trail with many optional rock crawling areas to enjoy. Some of the obstacles were not optional, but he was not concerned about these.

He pulled in and parked near one of the Jeeps owned by the adventure company. He recognized Derek right away and smiled. He and Jack had a great time on the last trip.

“Hey there Jack! Nice to see you again,” Derek said, walking over as soon as Jack parked.

Jack climbed out and shook his hand smiling. Jack liked Derek. He knew his job well and was great company.

“Hey Derek. Yeah, good to see you also. I can’t wait to begin. How is it looking so far?” Jack said, referring to the other participants.

“Well, I think I will have my hands full! I have two families with little experience, but they are renting Jeeps from us, and we have good rigs, so I know I can get them through. I will be a busy man on this one!” Derek said, glancing over to the families loading their gear into the Jeeps.

Jack looked over and saw two families. One family was an older couple with teenage kids and the other was a younger couple with kids that looked to be 10 or 12-years-old.

“Well, that’s why they choose you guys. You are the best adventure company aksaray escort around. I am glad I went with you to begin with! Is this the whole bunch?” Jack asked.

“Well, no, we have a last-minute addition. I was hesitant to let this guy join. He has little real rock crawling experience, but a brand-new Rubicon loaded with every possible option. He’s cocky but says he has gone on several trips in the past, so I did not hire another guide to help this time.” Derek said.

“I was thinking about the lineup and who should lead. Would it be ok if I put you just in front of him at the back of the line just to check and make sure he stays out of trouble? I hate to ask you, but you are safe and know what you are doing.” Derek said, looking apologetic already for asking.

Jack had no interest in babysitting but the look on Derek’s face made it clear that he was asking for a big favor, and he owed Derek from the last trip.

“Sure, I’ll help Derek. You’ve saved my butt more than once on the last trip.” Jack said looking up to see the Rubicon Jeep pull into the parking lot going way too fast for safety.

The Rubicon skidded to a stop sending up a cloud of dust not more than twenty feet from where they were standing.

“Hey! Slow down next time!” Derek yelled.

“I may owe you big time for this Jack.” Derek said as he walked over to the Rubicon.

Jack overheard the passenger in the Rubicon yell at the driver.

“You idiot! I told you to slow down!” She yelled.

“Easy babe! Look, no harm done!” The driver, a medium build younger guy, looked to be in his mid-30’s. He sat back in the seat with his hands in the air signaling to the girl his innocence. Jack’s eyes moved to the passenger. She looked to be similar in age with her long blonde hair in a ponytail with a baseball cap and sunglasses that partially hid her face.

She had a loose-fitting lumberjack collar shirt covering her upper body. She looked cute but he could tell little from his vantage point. He could however see and hear that she was pissed at the driver. Jack shook his head hoping for the best.

Jack walked over and introduced himself to the families. Then he walked back over to the couple in the Rubicon. He wanted to give them time to calm down.

“Hey there, I’m Jack,” Jack said as he walked up to Dave with his hand out.

“I’m Dave and this is Angela, nice to meet you,” Dave said as he shook Jack’s hand.

Angela was not looking happy and said nothing.

“Well, it looks like we will be bringing up the rear to start off with. Derek asked me to join you in the back. Hope that is ok with you?” Jack said.

“Ok with me. Is that your truck? Looks like it has been around for a while. Well, if you need it, I would be glad to help.” Dave said with a tone of superiority.

“I was thinking the same thing, Dave. Nice Jeep. It looks like you got all the options.” Jack said.

“Yeah, I really don’t know all the details, but I went with all the possible off-road upgrades. Still trying to figure out some of the stuff. I can’t wait to try it out on the trail.” Dave said.

Jack was surprised to say the least. How could anyone sign up for a trip like this with untested and untried equipment? He wasn’t going to say anything about it though. There was nothing for it at this point anyway.

“I wish you luck. Looks like we will head off within the hour. Let’s meet up over there, we can air down and get going,” Jack said pointing to the entrance to the trail behind the other Jeeps already lined up.

Jack saw the look of confusion on Dave’s face with the suggestion that they air down. Airing down the tires was a common practice when off-roading. It increased traction and smoothed the ride over bumpy trails.

“What air pressure do you recommend?” Dave said finally.

“What do you usually run? I would stick to that, but I run 20 PSI to begin with and gauge it from there,” Jack said.

“This guy is going to be trouble! He should know what air down pressure to use!” Jack thought.

“I will see you at the trailhead,” Jack said as he walked back to his 4Runner.

Jack was making his final checks of his gear and supplies when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Sorry about Dave,” A female voice said.

Jack turned around and saw Angela standing there with an apologetic expression.

She had removed her hat and glasses. He now saw that she had a beautiful face with large blue eyes, sharp facial features, full lips and a cute button nose. She was short at 5′ 2″ but had long legs for her height and a shorter torso. Her loose-fitting collar shirt hid most of her upper body. He could tell she had a nice chest underneath from the bulge in her shirt.

Her butt looked firm but again was hidden by the cargo shorts she wore. He wondered what she looked like in a bathing suit. He hoped he would find out.

Jack caught himself as he scanned up her body and looked her in the eyes. She smiled a knowing smile but did not say anything.

“Sorry….um…Yeah. It’s ok I was just trying to let him know amasya escort I was here to help, but he seems confident in himself.” Jack said feeling guilty for scanning her body.

“He was a jerk, no need to feel bad. I think he is just intimidated and nervous. Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I love your 4Runner! My dad had one and he used to take me off-roading all the time. I see you have lifted this one. Nice bumper by the way! It even has an internal winch,” she said as she walked around the 4Runner admiring it.

“Why thank you my lady! I tried to keep the mods to a minimum. I wanted function over form,” Jack said, impressed at her knowledge.

“Angela will do just fine Jack. Well, I think it’s a great truck regardless of what Dave thinks. Anyway, sorry about my cold reception back there. He has pissed me off more than once so far on this trip. It has nothing to do with you or your offer of help. I am glad you will be with us,” Angela said with a bright smile. Her rack of white teeth and red lips was a sight to see and made Jack tingle inside.

Jack was suddenly not so displeased about his fortunes so far.

“Glad to help in any way I can, Angela. I will help you keep him in line!” Jack teased.

“Glad to hear it!” Angela giggled walking back to Dave.

Angela was regretting coming on this trip until now. She really liked meeting Jack. She had recently ended a long-term relationship. He turned out to be a controlling asshole. She liked him in the beginning for being strong and firm.

She needed someone strong to help her, but he turned out to be a psycho. Hurt and feeling lost she turned to Tinder and finally met a nice guy. Dave was a tech bro, but he had money and a 4×4. She needed a break to get her head on straight.

She had fond memories of her dad taking her Off-roading, so when Dave offered the trip, she accepted even though they had only gone on a couple of dates.

She paid her own way though. Also, this was a group trip, so she felt safe enough. The only bright spot for her so far was Jack. He seemed nice and reminded her of her dad, but in a different way. His smile and the way he checked her out made her feel warm inside for the first time in a while.

Derek rallied everyone to start off on the trail. Derek led the way in his Jeep followed by the two Jeeps with the families. John followed in the other company Jeep, then Jack in his black 4Runner followed by Dave in the shiny new Rubicon.

Jack checked the rear-view mirror and saw Angela looking good in her baseball hat and sunglasses enjoying the fine weather in the passenger seat. Dave seemed pleased as he followed Jack down the trail.

The trail was moderate in the beginning. Jack had not even engaged the 4wheel drive system and cruised along humming to classic rock. Bubba O’Reilly from the WHO came blasting out of his six-speaker stereo. Jack was a happy man.

“Teenage wasteland! It’s only teenage wasteland!” Jack sang along with the WHO.

After a while the line of vehicles stopped at the start of the first real obstacle. Derek drove to the top and pulled to the side then walked back down to spot the first family Jeep up the hill. Spotting involves a person in front guiding a 4×4 with hand signals and voice prompts. Even the most experienced need help. This hill was not that bad, but the family Jeep had no experience.

Derek had Paul, the dad, in the family Jeep, put the Jeep in 4-wheel low, the lowest gear in 4-wheel drive and turn on the rear lockers, then Derek guided Paul up the hill slowly. Paul had a huge smile on his face as the Jeep crawled up the rock obstacles on the hill. Before long he was at the top. John guided Mark from the other family Jeep up the hill. Next was Jack’s turn. Before Jack started, he got out and walked back to Dave in the Rubicon.

“Are you all set? Need anything?” Jack asked.

“Seems like a piece of cake to me,” was all Dave said, clearly not interested in Jack’s help.

“Ok, see you up there,” Jack said, giving Angela a quick glance and saw a semi-exasperated look on her face.

“If he uses the lockers he will be set!” Angela said.

“I got this babe!” Dave said as Jack walked back to the 4Runner.

The other Jeeps before his got up the hill but spun the tires and took a few tries at certain points. Jack knew this was a great test for his new Crawl box. He put it in the lowest gear for maximum traction. He really did not need it, but he was excited to try it out on this hill.

It worked like a charm, climbing straight up without spinning the tires or stopping at any point. Derek and John were at the top, clapping as the 4Runner crested the hill.

“Man, you made that look too easy. What the hell do you have in there?” Derek asked Jack.

“I just installed a crawl box,” Jack said. No other explanation was necessary. Derek and John both knew what it was.

“Wow! I know the Toyota’s could have those, but I have yet to see one in action. Nice!” Derek said. Jack, beaming with pleasure, pulled the 4Runner over to make room for the Rubicon.

Dave’s antalya escort confidence grew as he saw the old 4Runner go straight up the hill.

“If he can do it that easily then I should be set! I am going to cruise right up it,” Dave said.

“Did you turn on the lockers?” Angela asked knowing he was overconfident.

“Yes, but I don’t need ’em,” Dave said.

With that he gunned the Rubicon up the hill taking it too fast. He used too much gas pedal and spun the tires, losing traction and sliding back down about twenty feet. Jack heard Angela trying to offer Dave guidance. Derek, seeing the attempt, held his hand up signaling Dave to stop where he was.

Derek came down to inspect the position of the Rubicon on the hill. Derek motioned Dave to get out of the Jeep. Derek got in, changed gears and slowly crawled up the hill. The Rubicon slipped and slid but made it all the way up. Dave, looking dejected, walked up the hill.

Jack saw Derek talking to Dave away from the others. While Derek spoke to Dave, Jack came over to Angela.

“Hey there. Well, that was interesting. Are you ok?” Jack said as he looked down at a very upset looking passenger.

“Oh my god! I thought we were going to slide all the way down the hill! I told him to slow down and approach the hill slowly, like you did. By the way, that was a very impressive climb you pulled off. Are you really that good, or is it all the 4Runner?” She said in a teasing tone with a smile on her face.

“Hey now. It’s all me of course! Just kidding, the new crawl box is showing off is all,” Jack replied.

“You must show me some time. Ok, Mr. Perfect is coming back. Please don’t hesitate to help next time. He really needs it, and he will not listen to me.” Angela said as Dave walked up.

Dave came back and looked none too happy, but all seemed well enough to Jack. He offered to help, and Dave seemed more amenable to the idea at this point. They all started up along the trail again.

After about an hour more the first rock crawling section came into view. It was a cutting next to a hill with only one way through. It was flat but littered with many boulders of different sizes and shapes.

It took a while, but Paul and Mark had a blast driving up, guided by Derek and John, spotting them through the maze of rocks. The kids squealed in back as the Jeep lurched up and over the big rocks.

Next came Jack. He picked a more aggressive line through the maze than Derek chose. Derek knew Jack had the skill to manage it. Jack’s rock sliders came in handy as the front wheel of the 4Runner landed on the other side of a large rock.

The 4Runner temporarily high sided, impacting the right-side rock slider. It can be fun to do this if you know what you are doing. Jack crawled forward as the 4Runner tilted far over to one side to clear the obstacle. Everyone cheered as the old 4Runner showed her paces. Jack finished the obstacle in record time, even with the harder path.

Angela cheered Jack on, watching his skill in maneuvering the truck up and over the boulders. She thought it was hot seeing this guy perform so well. Dave, watching Angela, was clearly not happy.

Dave insisted on taking the same path as Jack. Jack volunteered to spot Dave over the obstacles but not before trying to talk Dave out of the harder path. In the end he sent Dave down an easier path without Dave noticing. Dave was far too busy trying to drive his truck.

Dave, following Jack’s direction, performed quite well until about three quarters of the way through. Jack told Dave to turn the wheel all the way to the driver side and stop on top of a large boulder. It is quite common to climb up one side, then turn far to the other side before driving down. For some reason Dave ignored Jack’s signal to stop. Jack yelled but it was too late.

The Rubicon slid off the wrong side of the boulder forcing the tire into a deep crack in the rock. Before Jack could stop him, Dave cranked the wheel hard over and punched the gas in low gear to force the tire out of the deep crack.

Jack knew that he needed to be winched out, but again Dave was impatient. They all heard a loud snapping sound coming from the side of the stuck wheel.

Dave finally stopped and shut off the Rubicon to check out what happened. Derek and John came over with Jack to inspect the damage.

Jack already knew what happened. The force of Dave cranking the wheel over hard while trying to drive produced too much strain on the front suspension. The passenger side tie rod had snapped in half, breaking off the tie rod mount from the hub.

Most good adventure companies can repair this type of damage either by welding or with spare parts. Derek got to work after they pulled the Rubicon out of the crack. Derek broke out his welder and got to work. An hour later Derek was finished. There was good news and bad news.

“I was able to weld the tie rod back into the hub, but the damage is too severe to continue. You will have to turn back, drive into town and have them replace the front hub and the tie rod. Sorry man, bad luck but that is the way it goes sometimes. Some lessons are learned the hard way. It may be a new Jeep, but you still must listen to your spotter. The damage could have been a lot worse,” Derek said, glancing at Jack and then back to Dave.

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It was our club’s first Fun Run of the spring. The weather had finally turned warm, and turnout was especially high. I was in charge of set up and clean up. I had hoped to be able to run, so I’d dressed in spandex running shorts and a loose tank top over my sports bra. But the turnout was so great that some runners were already finishing the short 5k course while I was still getting others started. The good news is that with so many participants, there were hardly any leftover supplies to dispose of, and cleanup was quick. Buoyed by our success, the other organizers and I retired to a nearby bar to celebrate.

Five of us tucked into a circular booth over by the jukebox. I ended up between Tom, the president of the group and Ben, one of the race officials. On Ben’s right was Terri, the group’s treasurer, and next, on the outside, was Terri’s husband Dave. Dave bought the first round of drinks for the table, and we all toasted a great day. The bar was full of racers, friends, and families. The jukebox didn’t get a rest.

After my second drink on no food, I started to feel the effects of the alcohol. I was in a great mood, and happy to share it with the others. We were quite cozy scrunched all together in our booth, telling tales and laughing. Tom got up to fetch another round, and when he returned, he slid into the booth quite a bit closer to me than he had been sitting. I noticed, but I didn’t mind. He slung his right arm over the back of the booth, so his hips were touching mine. Within a few moments, I felt him begin to stroke my left arm with his own. He was still carrying on a conversation, so I assumed the stroking was absentminded. It felt nice, if I’m honest. I began to lean against Tom’s warmth.

By this time, the crowd had become so boisterous, the music so loud, that conversation became difficult. Terri and Dave could hear only each other, while Ben, Tom, and I continued to chat. I leaned forward onto the table, and Tom ceased stroking my arm. Instead, he began stroking my ribcage. His movements became slower, more deliberate. Still I didn’t discourage him, but it became increasingly difficult to keep my mind on the conversation instead of his fingers. All of a sudden, he slipped his hand inside the armhole of my tanktop and began caressing my breast over my bra. I emitted a quick gasp, too small to be heard by anyone else at the table. My nipple grew stiff, and I quickly crossed my arms so I could cover the movements of his hand with my own. He paused a moment, leaned over, and whispered in my ear.

“Your tits are so nice. I’ve wanted to touch them forever.” I was completely unable to speak. I raised my glass and took a sip of my drink, hoping that my arm movements would hide the fact that Tom was groping me here in public. What I didn’t do, however, was pull away from his grasp.

After that pause, his movements began again. He’d skim my protruding nipple and trace back to the skin below my armpit. Slowly, slowly, back and forth. In a short while, his fingers began following the edge off my bra, sliding in just under its outer edge. I was nearly crazy with anticipation. Would he put his hand inside my bra and feel me up properly? Would anybody else in the crowded noisy bar notice?

As if to answer me, Terry and Dave got up to dance to the next song playing. The crowd filled in behind them, serving as a human curtain to our booth. Ben, however, didn’t slide over to take up the now-empty bench space. He looked at me with a quizzical expression.

“What’s the matter? Too much to drink?”

I stammered. “No, I’m good. Fine.” I guess my near panic — not to mention my arousal — was written on my face. Ben clearly didn’t bitlis escort believe me, and glanced over at Tom. Just at this moment, Tom dove his hand into my bra, and cupped my left breast. His knuckles tented out the front of my top, catching Ben’s attention. I could feel my face blaze with embarrassment, but I couldn’t possibly stop Tom. If anything, having Ben see what was going on made me even hotter.

Ben’s eyes grew wide. He grinned. “My, my! What do we have here?”

I closed my eyes and sighed shamefully. “Ohhh. He’s playing with my tits.”

Tom nodded and agreed, restating the obvious. “I’m playing with her tits.” He brought his right arm back from behind me and tugged down the strap of my bra. The stretchy cup folded over and my breast popped out, still covered by my tanktop.

Ben glanced furtively around to see if the coast was clear, and seeing nothing, took my other bra strap down. His fingers were wet from the condensation his beer glass; I flinched at the cold. But it didn’t take long for his hand to heat up as he pawed and mauled my right breast.

What could I do? I leaned back. My arms were pinned at the elbows by my bra straps; I did nothing to move. Frankly, I was afraid if I did, my hands would find their own amusements in Ben and Tom’s laps. I was afraid, but I was yearning, too. I was totally turned on.

Tom moved his hand to my waist, searching for the band at the top of my shorts. He found it quickly, and reached down, underneath my panties to my pussy. When I spread my legs apart, he began stroking my already-wet slit.

I turned to Ben and whispered, “Oh! He’s playing with my pussy.” Why I felt the need to do play-by-play commentary, I don’t know. I do know it turned me on even more to say it out loud.

“He’s put his finger inside me. Ah, I’m so wet. You, you’re rubbing my nipple; it feels so nice.” I began to squirm in my seat. Ben pulled the armhole of my tanktop forward, hooking it between my breasts. My right tit was now exposed to open air. He cupped it and bounced it around a bit, then lowered his head to lightly suck on it. I arched my back, still terrified that any of the bar patrons might see me displayed so brazenly.

But then, I turned to deliver the latest development to Tom, who was still busy with my clit. “Ben’s sucking my tit.”

“Is it good?” was the reasonable follow-up question.

“Ssssso good.” I hissed as Ben’s tongue slobbered all over my nipple and then flicked it.

“Should I suck your other one?” Tom murmured.

I nodded, but my eyes went wide and, nodding at the room, I managed to squeak, “But they’ll see!”

“Nobody’s looking. Don’t worry.” He replied in a reassuring tone. He pulled the other armhole open, again tucking it in front, and lifted my fleshy mound to his mouth.

It was then that I wriggled out of my bra straps, freeing my arms. I reached up to hold each man’s head to my tits, pushing them against my chest. When Tom pulled away to concentrate on my crotch, Ben reached over to caress the naked globe.

It didn’t seem to be enough for Tom to be playing with my pussy inside my pants. He moved to pull down my waistband. I resisted, not wanting to be bare-assed as well as bare-breasted here in the booth. “It’s under the table; nobody can see!” he insisted. I pushed him away gently.

“You first.” I reached out to stroke his penis through his pants. It was already a little hard, and my stroking made it strain against his fly.

“I’m rubbing Tom’s dick,” I faithfully reported to Ben, who was still licking my nipple. “It’s so hard. I want him to take it out.” I found a coy voice and reached over into his lap. “Will you bolu escort take yours out, too?”

Ben didn’t reply, but instead moved his hand to pull down the top of his running pants until his cock and balls were free. It bobbed a bit from the motion before stiffening and lengthening. I encircled it with my hand and squeezed lightly.

Seeing his boothmate’s dick inspired Tom to unbutton his own pants. But since my hand was already there, I did the work of pulling his pud from its constraints. It popped out with a little noise and stuck straight up, reaching just below the underside of the table.

Time for a news update. “I have your two cocks in my hands.” I began stroking and them both, tightening and loosening my grip. Both men took their hands away from me so they could concentrate on the sensations in their dicks. As I brought my clenched palms over their knobs and back down to their bases, it was now their turn to squirm in the booth.

Ben started leaking pre-cum first. I collected a few drops on my fingers and brought them to my lips, sucking off the pearly goo. “Mmmm. Yum,” I reported to Tom. “He’s nearly as wet as I am.” I returned my hand to Ben’s dick and began jerking him in earnest. “He’s gonna come for me so good.”

With that, Ben looked momentarily panicked. “Where?!” He groped about for some cocktail napkins, but they seemed too small to do the job.

“Don’t worry,” I soothed. “You can come on my tits. I’ll just cover it up with my top.” I continued to flick the underside of the head of his cock, squeezing the mushroom bulb between my thumb and forefinger. Ben started grunting, and I twisted myself to face him and leaned over his lap. Three jets of jizz landed, steaming, on my swaying tits. He managed to miss the cloth between my breasts completely. I released my hold as he softened, and scooped up a finger full of his batter to taste.

“I made him come, ” I reported back to Tom, as if he wasn’t there to witness the whole thing. “He came on my tits. Can you see his come on my tits?”

“I see it,” he breathed. He leaned up to grab my drenched boob and rubbed it in as if it were body lotion.

“Tom’s rubbing your come into my tits,” I conveyed to Ben. “It’s so hot and sticky. I wonder if his come will be hot, too.” Turning back to Tom, I asked, “Is your come hot, too? I like it hot.”

A few more strokes and a squeeze of Tom’s balls, and I got my answer. Tom erupted onto my tits as well, with Ben eyeing the proceedings carefully.

“Oh, look how white it is! Oh, god, I can’t believe you both came on me right here! I wonder if anybody else can see my come-covered tits!” With that, I arched them forward for any passing person to see. I began playing with my come-drenched nipples, being careful not to wipe them clean. Their stickiness was such a powerful turn on, I was not only no longer worried about exposure, I was gasping for it.

Ben put his hand down my shorts and began playing with my pussy lips. I writhed in pleasure, rising just enough off my ass that Tom had room to yank down the waistband of both my shorts and my panties. Once the fabric was below my knees, I could spread my thighs apart for them, just like a wanton whore. They pushed the table far enough away to give them access, and too far for any pretense at modesty.

Ben put three fingers inside me, while Tom began flicking my clit. I was nearly out of my mind with lust. At this moment, Dan, one of the bar’s busboys, came by the booth to collect the empty glassware. He stopped dead in his tracks in astonishment at the sight of me, tits out and come-covered, naked pussy being assaulted by two men whose dicks haven’t yet burdur escort been put away.

He stood for a moment until I said, in ragged breaths “Yeah, they’re making me come. Please watch me come. Will you watch me come, please?” With that, I propped my feet up on the table’s edge for support, which had the added benefit of lifting my ass cheeks up off the banquette.

Ben stuck his tongue into my ear while he worked my inner wall. Tom’s pressure on my clit was increasing, and he began murmuring, “Yeah, baby, come for us. Come for him. Come on, come, baby, yeah, baby, come,” over and over again. With that urging, I hit my peak and started thrashing and crying out. I couldn’t hear if there was music to drown me out; I really didn’t care.

They kept up their handiwork for at least a minute, preventing my climax from subsiding. Dan put down his dish container on the table. He looked around to see who else was watching, and then looked pointedly up and around at the ceiling.

Oh, my god. Cameras.

The thought that all of this was being recorded on closed circuit both horrified me and somehow extended my orgasm.

“Are. We. On. Camera?” I panted as I came some more, thrusting up my tits at the busboy.

Dan shrugged and nodded. “Yep.”

This news startled Ben and Tom enough to release my ladybits. They hurriedly tucked their dicks back into their pants as the waves of my orgasm ebbed. I didn’t close my thighs or move my feet, however. My sopping cunt was still on display for Dan and the cameras. I caressed my exposed body while I caught my breath, smiling lazily at my boothmates. Ben untucked my tanktop so that my tits were once again covered. They were still sticky, however, and nobody made any move to shift my bra back into place. It stayed bunched up around my waist.

Dan glanced around again. “Come this way,” he beckoned, motioning us to the room in back of the bar. Sighing, I pulled my panties and shorts back up, and followed him and Ben through the crowd. Tom followed closely behind me, keeping his hand around my waist just under my still swaying tits and his crotch nestled against my ass. Nobody else in the crowd seemed to pay us any mind, which, frankly, amazed me. Could so much have gone on right there under the nose of a crowd and nobody noticed?

When we entered the back room, I noticed the video playback equipment. Ben asked if it was a closed circuit, but Dan shook his head and said no; the footage uploads to the cloud until deleted. Which means anybody on the account can download it and copy it.

“Unless…” he began.

I realized immediately what he wanted: his own private performance, as payment to delete my public one.

“Before I say yes, I want to see what’s there.” I said.

Dan sat at the desk and queued up the playback. The monitor came to life in full color. Our booth was completely in frame, with no static or shake. Our faces were completely visible, and more importantly, recognizable. Dan fast-forwarded to the point where Tom started playing with my tits. For all my potential public shame, I still thought my tits looked great onscreen.

Dan kept looking from the monitor to my barely covered tits and back. Finally I caught his eye and held his gaze.

“Tell you what. If you delete this from the cloud while we’re watching, I’ll … make it worth your while.” With that, I pulled my top and bra over my head, shaking my sticky tits at him. Dan gulped and agreed. I told Ben and Tom to watch the door. Smiling, I added, “But first, you should email the file to the three of us. For a souvenir.”

That bit of work done, I walked over to Dan’s chair, knelt down, unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and put it right into my mouth. Between licks and slurps, I said to the others, “I’m sucking Dan’s cock.”

“Is it good?” Tom asked.

I continued reporting on events as they developed. And they developed for quite some time.

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VII: Liam

Liam glanced at Marie again as they walked through the neighborhood that contained all their university’s frat houses. Eli’s frat had hosted their first open party of the semester tonight, and Liam’s roommate had extended an invitation to him, their other roommates, and any girls they brought with them. Liam hadn’t really felt like going at first–the parties were always so loud and there was never anywhere to sit–but now he was glad he had gone.

Once they arrived, Marie had wasted almost no time taking him into the basement–coming from California, Liam still found it amazing that so many East Coast houses had basements–to dance. Something had been different about her tonight–he supposed Marie had been acting different since the weekend she had first given him a blowjob almost a month ago–but he had really noticed it tonight. For the past few weeks, she’d been more…aggressive, inviting him over during the middle of the day–or rushing over to his dorm when he knew his roommates would be out for a while–just to have sex, lounging around her room naked more often when he was there–which was quickly becoming almost every night save when one of them had too much work to get done–and she seemed much more playful and…relaxed than usual.

When Liam had met Marie, she had been dancing, but it had been just a safe little sway of her hips. Tonight, she had danced with him like they were the only two people in the room. She’d started out moving her hips to the beat of the music but had quickly begun grinding her ass against his hips, grabbing behind her at his thighs or his neck as she did so. After a while she had spun around and moved even closer to him, wiggling against him before pulling his head down and capturing his lips hungrily–a feat only possible due to the heels she’d worn. Liam had no idea how long they’d made out bayburt escort there on the dance floor in that dark basement, but by the time he and Marie finally parted to catch their breath, his vision was hazy and the bulge in his jeans had become incredibly uncomfortable. Marie’s eyes twinkled with mischief, yet he could see the lust burning within them. She had pulled him off the dance floor very quickly after that–with Liam getting some slaps on the back and shoulders from Chris and his frat brothers on his way out–and they had begun their brisk walk to the closest shuttle stop.

They were almost at the stop when Marie suddenly tugged Liam to the side, pulling him into a narrow alleyway that extended behind a row of businesses and restaurants. Liam was so surprised that he didn’t resist, though he did raise an eyebrow when she pushed him back against the far wall and then dipped down, resting her ass on her heels.

“Marie?” Liam began, “What–“

She cut him off, “Shh! I can’t wait any longer.”

Liam watched wide-eyed as the practically tore apart the fly of his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs, revealing the stretched fabric of his tented boxer briefs. Marie grinned excitedly and pulled his cock and balls out of the flap in the middle and wasted no time in giving his shaft a long, wet lick.

“Fuck!” Liam hissed. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Was Marie–his Marie–really giving him a blowjob in an alleyway?

“Shh!” she said again, “I don’t want to have to stop, so don’t let anyone hear us.”

Liam nodded and Marie went back to work. She laved the head and shaft with her tongue and sucked on the head as usual, but knowing that someone could walk by and caught them made everything feel even more incredible. Marie moved to the base of his shaft and began gently licking and sucking there bilecik escort and at his balls. She had never done that before. It didn’t feel as good as when she took his head in her mouth and lapped at the underside with her tongue, it still felt amazing even without the novelty of the sensation.

As if reading his thoughts, Marie then did exactly that. She took the head in her mouth and Liam breathed deeply as Marie began moving down the shaft. He had to struggle not to moan at the feeling. He loved when she did this. His eyes went wide as he realized that she hadn’t stopped where she normally did. Looking down in disbelief, Liam watched as Marie took inch after inch of his thick cock into her mouth until her nose rested against his skin. She held that there for a moment, tongue flicking out to lick his balls, before moving back up. When Liam’s cock popped free of her mouth, it was dripping with spit. Marie took a few deep breaths, but before Liam could say anything, she took his cock back into her mouth, swallowing the entire thing again. She continued like that, slowly bobbing her head up and down upon the entire length of his cock, leaving his balls dripping thick strands of spit. Gradually, her pace increased, until it was as though Marie was fucking her own face with Liam’s cock. He didn’t think he’d ever been harder. Unsurprisingly, the pressure in his balls began building fast. Marie’s deepthroating had him so mesmerized that he almost forgot to warn her.

“Marie,” he gasped, “I’m–“

Instead of pulling herself off, Marie took the entire length in her mouth and held her face there against him. Then she stuck out her tongue to lick at his balls. Liam exploded. Marie grabbed his ass tight and held him against her as his cock erupted, shooting thick blasts of cum straight into her throat. Her muscles contracted as she bingöl escort swallowed, milking even more cum from him. Even after Liam’s cock stopped pumping into her mouth, Marie did not remove herself. She looked up at him with his cock in her mouth, her gaze smoldering.

After what seemed like hours, Liam’s post-orgasmic haze dissipated, and his cock–limp, but still near its full length and girth–popped free from Marie’s mouth. She rose, licking her lips, and helped him contain himself within his jeans again.

“What was that about?” He asked her when he could finally speak.

Marie shrugged, shooting him an innocent look after she wiped a few glistening tears from the corners of her eyes, “I wanted to suck your cock, and I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Liam blinked–this was not at all like Marie. Not that he was complaining, but he was curious to know what had made her go from no blowjobs to deepthroating him in public in the space of a few weeks.

“When did you learn to do that?” Liam asked, “To, uh–deepthroat?”

Marie grinned, all innocence gone, “I liked blowing you the first time, and I wanted to make you cum with my mouth–the thought of it just made me so wet. This seemed like a good way to do it, so I bought some toys and practiced. The real thing is so much nicer, though.”

Liam’s eyes went wide, and his jaw almost dropped, “Toys?”

Marie giggled and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back toward the mouth of the alleyway and the shuttle stop that had been their original destination, “Come on. I’m dripping wet now, and you need to return the favor.”

Liam followed his girlfriend without complaint, still not entirely sure he wasn’t dreaming, but not wanting to risk it.

A/N: Maybe Blake’s advice worked a little too well. Have you ever had anything like that happen to you?

Also…this is actually based off a true story. Not me, but a guy friend of mine. He made out with the girl at a party, and when he told her how far his dorm was as he was walking home, she said “Oh, that’s way too far to walk, but I still want to blow you. Let’s find somewhere to do that.”

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Against my better judgement, I decided it would be a good idea to go out tonight. Earlier in the day I had lost my phone, so going out meant I had to rely on my friends completely, otherwise I was on my own.

The night started out fairly typical. We went the bar and flirted with whoever would buy us drinks. At about midnight we decided to leave, and on the way out I had to use the restroom. I asked my friends to wait for me, but when I returned they were gone.

At first I panicked. I was alone, about 30 minutes from home and didn’t have a cell to call anyone. Then Colin showed up. I didn’t know his name was Colin at the time, but I was about to find out a whole lot about him.

He asked if everything was okay, and I told him no, I needed to get home. He offered to help and I, desperately, accepted. He told me he could get me a cab if I joined him at the next bar, so I went.

At the bar, he bought me drinks and we talked while he slowly rubbed my thigh. The more I drank, the higher he rubbed. And I loved it.

The pants I was wearing balıkesir escort had a slit going up just above mid-thigh, which Colin quickly figured out. Before I knew it his hand was practically on my pussy.

We continued our casual conversation until he leaned in and whispered, “I want to rip your panties off and lick you right here”.

I giggled, and told him, “in order for that to happen I would need to be wearing panties.”

I could practically feel him fucking me through his eyes. Me moved his hand up to my wet pussy and began to rub me, softly at first and then firmly. As I neared climax I grabbed his hand. “We’re in public,” I moaned “I can’t cum at the bar!”

While still rubbing me Colin smirked, “why not?” He asked. I didn’t have a good enough answer for him, so I came on his fingers in a crowded bar. He moved his hand out of my pants and into my mouth, making me taste myself.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” He asked. My body answered for me, and without even thinking I followed him out the door. bartın escort We were in a beach town, so naturally we headed over the dunes to somewhere that might be secluded.

We walked on to the beach and found a chair near the lifeguard stand. He pushed me down into it and began kissing down my body. He stripped my shirt and bra from me and sucked my nipples. Gently rolling them through his teeth, I could feel my pussy throbbing, begging him to touch me.

Colin then worked my pants off of me, kissing his way down my body as he did. He moved my soaking panties to the side and gently circled my clit. His tongue lapped up my juices and sent shivers up my spine.

I opened my eyes and saw the night sky, and quickly realized I was in public. I glanced behind me and saw a figure standing at a distance, watching. He seemed to be stroking himself. At first I was scared, but then I was even more turned on than before. I wanted to put on a show for the figure.

I moaned louder for Colin and our guest. I begged Colin to eat my batman escort pussy, and told him I want to cum on his face. He slipped two fingers into me and worked my hot cunt until my juices sprayed into his mouth.

Our guest was still stroking himself, so I knew the fun wasn’t over. I pulled Colin up and kissed him, tasting my cum on his tongue. I turned him over, placing him in the chair. I knelt before him, feeling the breeze on my hot, wet pussy.

I started licking up his shaft and sucking his balls, teasing him and putting on a show for our guest. Then I slowly took him into my mouth. Tasting his precum and letting his cock fill my mouth. I looked up to our guest and could see him smirk as I made eye contact with him while Colin’s cock was in my mouth. I felt like such a dirty slut, but that only made my pussy drip even more.

Colin took me by the back of the head and fucked my face until he came deep into my throat. Once he was done he stood up and told me he had fun and he was glad we met. He asked if I wanted to go back to the bar, but I said I was okay. I looked at our guest and smirked. I told Colin I would figure out my own ride home and then he left.

Once he left, I looked to our guest. I could smell my sex begging to be touched, hoping he would come over…

To be continued…

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