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Foreword

The characters in the following story are real; I am one, the other is a mature gentleman that started corresponding with me, after he read my narrative “Sunrise My Darling”. Enjoying his letters immensely led me to the inspiration to write the ensuing tale. What takes place is only a flight of fiction, using real people and places, although I have woven many of my own facts into the story. I would like to thank my e-mail partner “Bill” at this time for kind use of his character (Bill, being his true first name — has granted me written permission allowing the use). Somewhere in the story I will give a small hint to who he is, so those of you who are amateur sleuths pay attention.

Once again I will be writing mostly about myself – and who else do I know better. Rather than constructing a fictional personal backdrop I will use my real background. Most facts about Bill are correct, with the exception that I will not describe him as he is, in order to preserve his privacy. With my first work, you read about the true account of my sexual relationship with my uncle. Now I will be revealing a rich array of my sexual fantasies. Please note because I did choose to use myself and Bill as the characters, this is only a fantasy and I am not in anyway licentious. I will be honest though and admit that I enjoyed sharing my desires and I do enjoy Bill (hi Bill). There will be no deep philosophical messages in my text, so sit back, leave your world for a while and enjoy.

Jane

Dedication:

To all the lonely older men that have learned of loving and caring from a life time of experience and now have no one.

* * * * *

San Diego

As the pitch of the aircraft turbines dropped, I awoke from my short nap and realized we were descending into Lindbergh Field.

Shannon turned to me looking excited, “Here we go, Jane.”

It was the first work break in months for the two of us and we both readily signed up to attend the medical trade show — three days of nursing displays and seminars. We had been given time off work to attend, and I had decided to take my three weeks vacation right after to go on to Hawaii and visit with my family. I need the break badly. After the show, Shannon was off to San Francisco to meet with her boyfriend and drive back together to Seattle.

We had booked a rather expensive hotel and split the cost. This had been my idea, preferring an expensive up scale large chain hotel for better security and safety. The plane turned in a wide banked and I could see the Pacific stretched out endlessly westward, the sunset shimmering golden off the water. Home is somewhere that way I idly thought.

I was excited for more than the break and attending the show. Several weeks ago when planning our trip I had e-mailed my best Internet friend, Bill, informing him that we would be down and I would collect on the lunch he promised me. E-mails screamed back and forth between us as we chatted about details and more. Bill had virtually swept me off my feet a year ago with several very detailed and compassionate letters. The two of us continued our communication until it had grown into a warm relationship. Pictures had been exchanged and we had settle into a weekly routine of close letters. We were always there for each other. The anonymity of e-mail and the distance had had the reverse effect and brought us closer and Bill started to know everything about me. He was thirty two years my senior and I told him details about myself that only my doctor or therapist (if I had one) may have known. Yes, we were close and yet had never met.

With a solid thump, the big aircraft tires hit the concrete. Shannon, grabbed my hand and looked relieved – she was a very nervous flier. Funny how she could be cool as ever in the ER around the worst cases, but bothered by this. Both of us were junior nurses in the ER and had trained together. You could say we had become very good friends, but I had not told her about my secret Internet life and Bill.

Disembarking, we worked our way through the terminal and picked up our luggage.

“OK, Shannon, lets catch a cab downtown to our hotel,” I suggested. As I started to walk towards the line of waiting cabs to pick up the first one, Shannon pulled on my arm.

“Wait, Jane, I don’t like the looks of that first driver, let’s take the third one down,” she cautioned.

I looked at the line and the drivers and I asked, “How can you tell, Shannon, they all look alike to me?” She was insistent and we took the third cab much to the annoyance of the first cabby.

During the ride I informed Shannon about wanting to meet my friend Bill. Truthfully I told her I had met him on the Internet.

“Jane is that safe?” she questioned.

“Yes Shannon, he’s an older man and a kind and gentle person,” I replied.

“But you have never met him in person Jane?” she continued.

“Shannon, trust me, it’s OK, plus all we are going to do is meet for lunch. I tell you what, since your being a mother canlı bahis hen, you can come along,” I consoled her.

“You don’t mind me joining you, Jane… Really?” she asked.

“Shannon, it’s not a problem, and it will be fun. Besides you’ll like Bill, and really we are just great friends. Plus if it will make you feel better, mother hen, OK.” We both laughed, starting to relax a bit.

The cab pulled up and dropped us at the brightly lit, huge hotel lobby. A young doorman greeted us and ran a dolly around to pick up our bags. Shannon was all smiles to him, and flirted lightly.

Checking in, we headed to our room and unpacked our clothing. Shannon had the Med. show programs out with the times of the seminars we wanted to attend and was studying them closely.

“Shannon how about tomorrow just after one for lunch with Bill?” I checked.

“Well we only have the morning seminar and I thought we could walk around looking at the booth displays in the afternoon, but sure lunch would be great. Where are you thinking of going Jane?” she wondered.

“Let’s meet him here in the hotel restaurant. It has a nice look to it and, well, maybe I am a little nervous after all,” I replied with hesitation.

“Sounds OK,” Shannon replied, seeing I wasn’t so confident any more.

Somehow I felt better with her endorsement. I knew Bill would never hurt me, but anticipation can make you worry about anything. Nervously I picked up the phone and called the number I had so carefully copied down. The number rang four or five times and I was about to hang up when I heard the pick up.

“Hello,” the deep voice greeted.

“Bill, hi it’s Jane, I’m in San Diego,” I stammered.

“Jane! Hello, Jane! Thank you for calling,” came the very friendly reply. “How are you? How was the flight? Jane, your voice sounds great, just like I imagined.”

“Thanks, Bill, I don’t know where to begin, but how about lunch tomorrow?” I replied apprehensively.

“Lunch would be great, Jane, I will meet where ever you like, or I can suggest a very public place.”

“Actually Bill, would it be all right if I brought my friend Shannon along? She is another nurse I work with,” I inquired trying to sound polite.

“Of course Jane, I insist she joins us. It’s my privilege to have lunch with the two of you – on my card of course.”

Yes, this was the Bill I knew. I could feel his personality and it was so strange. The personality that was on e-mail was alive and dynamic. Here he was kind, caring and alive. We set the time and place and said good night.

It had been along day and I needed a shower and bed. Shannon read for a while and I wondered about tomorrow as I drifted off to a fine sleep between the cool clean sheets. The air conditioning hummed peacefully and contentedly away under the window, cooling our room and lulling us into dream-land.

The first morning seminar was interesting and both of us took light notes on the handouts provided. My mind was not fully on the program and I drifted off several times thinking of lunch. I’m not sure why it was so important to me – after all it was only a lunch.

We broke from the talk and Shannon turned to me and said, “Well, let’s go meet your friend.”

I had butterflies and just nodded.

We where about fifteen minutes early and sat drinking tea together.

“Jane, you seem a little apprehensive about meeting Bill,” Shannon noted with female intuition.

“A little Shannon,” I admitted. “He is a bit of a special person to me.”

“And you have never met him,” she probed.

I didn’t offer any more information — I couldn’t. I didn’t know how. Shannon did not know that I had had a relationship with my uncle and or much of my personal history; Bill did. He was special to me and that idea I could not explain easily.

I heard a voice call, “Jane,” and I look over towards the host’s reception area and there he was.

“He’s not bad for an older man, Jane,” Shannon observed.

I smiled nervously at her and stood as Bill approached. His eyes were bright, and he was trim. His hair was still fairly thick but fading to a dark gray. It was short in a clean military cut. His dress was smart and appropriate.

“Jane, hello,” he greeted and took my hand and held it.

“Hi, Bill, this is Shannon, the friend I mentioned… we work together,” I stated, trying to deflect some of the attention off myself.

“Hi, Shannon, very nice to meet you,” Bill offered.

He definitely was sincere and friendly. I was comfortable with him from the start. We lunched together and chatted about many different light topics. Bill did not pepper me with questions and avoided any private discussions. It was a bit strange; here was someone I had been intimate with in writing and yet we did not touch any more than the immediate situation. I was worried about some topics coming up in front of Shannon. Bill was great. He knew, and was not slow or deficient with his words… a true gentleman.

Lunch ended bahis siteleri and Bill sat back and chatted with us for a while, then asked, “Would you like to see a little of San Diego, ladies?”

A natural pause came to the table.

I thought for a moment and replied, “Yes, Bill that would be nice.” My eyes connected with Shannon and she understood.

She responded, “Jane, I think I would like to catch the afternoon seminar.”

We both knew that there wasn’t one.

“Sure Shannon,” I replied.

At this moment, Shannon turned to Bill and asked, “Will you take care of her?”

I almost died, but clamped my mouth shut, uncertain what to say.

Bill smiled, “Shannon I promise. I’ll tell you what… ” Reaching for his pocket Bill pulled out his wallet. “Shannon, please copy down all my information from my driver’s license. You can have my address and here is my phone number.”

It was the same number I called him at.

“I will also have Jane call you and this afternoon and leave a message,” he continued.

I sat still through this exchange and bit my tongue. I didn’t know whether to be mad or grateful to Shannon. I decide she really was taking care of me. I left with Bill and headed out the door.

“Bill, I’m sorry, Shannon is just worried about me that’s all,” I explained.

Bill smiled at me. “Jane, I’m happy she asked, and that I could take you with me without any worries. She is right, we are in an odd position here.”

I smiled back. I liked Bill. He was the man I thought he would be. He had the same personality as in his letters. Oddly and because of me, we never did talk on the telephone. I did not want to. I wanted to know Bill though letters and writing because this was a unique experience to me. Our first ten minutes together was a bit awkward, neither one of us knew where to start. Yes, it was awkward, but there was something I could feel — something I understood and had felt before. Breaking the silence, Bill asked if I would like to visit Sea World. I agreed and off we went.

“Bill could you park several blocks away? I need to walk with you a little,” I requested.

“Not a problem Jane,” I understand.

We left the car and walked.

“Bill thank you for being discreet at lunch with Shannon. She doesn’t know much about you or my past or how our friendship started,” I noted to him.

“I wasn’t sure Jane, so I did not say anything out of concern that it may embarrass you.” he added somewhat fatherly.

“Thanks Bill,” I smiled back. “I can’t believe we are here together.”

“You are well… great, Jane. I don’t know you, yet I know you like a daughter. What do we do here? I would like to spend as much time together as you care to give me. I have pages of discussion to review with you and I can’t think of any of it now. And, Jane, you are so pretty, you make me nervous.”

I blushed and smiled at the compliment.

I thought about his words for a minute and then looped my arm though his and said, “How about we start at Sea World and the beginning.”

Bill broke out in a huge smile and the tension melted between us. Words came like an easy rain, cool and refreshing. We connected and communicated. Sea World was splendid. Bill knew much about the undersea world and we chatted about fish, shrimps, sharks and sea anemones. The stress of the last few months was lifting off my shoulders. Bill was like a rejuvenation tonic to me. We spent dinner together and walked in a beautiful park. Our conversation deepened and became intimate. Bill stopped and pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. I felt a bit neglected, but was patient.

He carefully handed me the phone and said, “Our call to Shannon I promised her, Jane.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I told Shannon I was OK and would be back in an hour or so. My eyes locked to Bill’s and I knew this man. There was no questioning that now.

Bill dropped me off and I promised to call him the next day. When I came in the door Shannon was in bed and watching TV.

“How was it Jane? I thought you would be back an hour or so ago?” she questioned.

“It was fabulous Shannon, sorry for the late call, but we really connected,” I answered.

Shannon smiled and went back to her show. I loved her. She was considerate and didn’t pry. The next day I called Bill and told him I was free after ten in the morning. He agreed to pick me up at the front lobby. Shannon asked if I was going to see any of the displays. I begged her forgiveness and she smiled and told me it was OK, one of her old class mates was at the show in Medical sales and had invited her to go for dinner.

The Comfort of Love

Bill was right on time for our meeting the next day. He asked if I would like to go to the zoo with his granddaughter and I jumped at the chance to met her. I knew she was only four years old and very cute from the pictures he sent me.

We visited the zoo and had a great time. Bill’s granddaughter was adorable.

At bahis şirketleri one point she said, “pee-pee, Grandpa,” and I watched as Bill started her heading towards the men’s room. I stopped him and took her to the women’s washroom. I gave him my, ‘I’m a nurse,’ look as he started to say he would do it. Smiling, I told him us girls always pee together anyway (or at least men always like to think so).

After dropping her off with her parents, he invited me to his home mentioning it was only a few blocks away. I hesitated, being a single girl one never looses that deep guard. Bill caught it immediately. He popped out the cell phone and called the hotel number. He passed me his phone once again as the lobby clerk answered. Bill requested I leave a message for Shannon, where I was going and for how long. I quickly complied.

Bill’s home was immaculate and well kept. The front yard was lovely and I could see someone who likes gardening and had the time. Going inside I could see the military man at work. Everything was polished and in its place.

“Bill,” I quizzed, “How long has your wife been gone?” I knew it was many years but not how many.

“It’s been four years Jane”

Satisfying my womanly curiosity I peeked around as Bill fixed us some juice to drink. I looked into the bedrooms and the house was spotlessly clean. One room had a large desk in it and what appeared to be several pieces of complicated electronic equipment. I wandered in.

“Bill, what is an oscilloscope?” I quizzed loudly from the room.

Bill replied from the kitchen, “It’s a piece of electronics measuring equipment, dear.”

“What does it do?” I continued.

“Measures amplitude varying signals in the time domain, Jane.”

I knew I shouldn’t have asked. It looked like an old style heart monitor to me. Continuing the tour we walked out on the back porch and I could see several flower beds unfinished in different parts of the big yard.

“Bill, what are you going to plant in those beds?” I queried. Yes, I was curious about everything.

“Haven’t planned anything yet Jane. Do you like gardening?” he asked.

“Yes, love it,” I promptly responded.

“Let’s go look,” he suggested.

Being female I took the initiative and started helping him plan.

“I think I would like to see Daylilies here in the sunny area. Yes, that would look good with pink and white Daylilies. Then we could put geraniums over there,” I said, motioning with my finger.

Bill laughed and said he had just bought the geraniums. One thing lead to another, and we spent the next hour turning up the beds together. Bill drove me back to the hotel that evening tired and very happy.

Shannon was not in yet, but was still out for dinner. I jumped into the shower and afterwards wrapped in fresh towels lying on the bed, phoned Bill.

We talked for the next hour and Shannon had come in and was just finishing her shower when I hung up.

“Shannon, I have decide to stay in San Diego for a few more days after tomorrow.” She nodded and asked if it was Bill. I answered honestly, “Yes.” I told her I was involved in a gardening project and he had offered to put me up for a few days. She did not lecture. She heard the tone in my voice and just asked me to call her in a week or so to let her know I was OK. I agreed and reminded her I was going straight on to Hawaii and my parents afterwards. I then called to rebook my flight and then climbed into bed happy and very sleepy.

I spent the next morning with Shannon, then we checked out that afternoon. I hugged Shannon goodbye and I waited for Bill to come. A few minutes later he pulled up and off I went home with him.

We worked in the garden more, that late afternoon, Bill having been busy picking up plants all day. Later, after cleaning up he took me out for a splendid dinner at a Mexican restaurant around San Diego’s Old Town area. Bill was fun to be with. We continued to become more comfortable and accustomed to each other.

I slept in the spare bedroom that night and had a fabulously restful sleep.

In The Garden

Waking up early the next morning, we jogged several miles, and then had a light breakfast before starting our gardening work. We worked the soil together digging, lifting and turning. The yard was quiet, with only the chirping of the birds and I focused with a purposeful singularity on the job. A work out I needed — to be lost in nature, to forget the past and future for a time. The smell of the fresh earth brought me back to my early adolescence and my love for gardening in Hawaii. Bill hauled the new soil in and I shoveled, my hair tied back in a bandanna. I caught his eyes watching me several times and I smiled back, once with the flutter of my eyebrows. A warm morning sun built too hot and we stopped after an hour of labor and sat on the back porch steps drinking water.

“Jane, are you going to be charging me for all this hard work?” Bill quizzed jokingly.

“Yeah, I’ll be sending you my invoice Hon,” I teased back.

I slid my hand over to the inside of his leg just below his shorts and gently touched him. I felt his slide arm around my waist and we sat quietly for a moment enjoying each other’s touch.

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It had been a long tough day at work and all Tom wanted to do when he got home as to relax in the Jacuzzi with his wife Tina and a few drinks then go to bed.

Tina, on the other hand, had other plans. He knew it the second he stepped inside. She met him at the door dressed to go out.

“Don’t bother taking your coat off. We have a 7:00 reservation at Harrods and our ride should be here soon.” she told him as she looked out at the street.

“Umm, is there something I forgot? Why are we going out tonight? What do you mean ‘our ride’?” Tom asked everything at once.

“No Baby, you haven’t forgotten anything, nor is there any particular reason for us to go out tonight, and our ride just got here.” she said with a smile.

Tom turned to look out the window as a white stretch limo pulled up in front of their building and the driver came to their door.

As soon as they were in the limo, Tina continued. “I was just thinking today about the last year and I realized that it’s been a very long time since we did anything special or spontaneous, like this. Move over to that seat.” she said to him and pointed to the rear facing seat. Tom switched seats and was about to ask why when Tina knelt between his legs and reached for his zipper. She looked him in the eye as she took out his penis and stroked him a few times before bending and taking him into her mouth.

“Mmm, I love it when you get like this.” he sighed as he reached back and pressed the button that raised the glass between them and the driver. Tina continued to suck on his cock while she fondled his balls with one hand as the other disappeared into the folds of her overcoat.

Tom asked, “So, does my loving, spontaneous, sexy wife have any other pleasant surprises planned for her husband tonight?” Tina deep throated him once more, humming as she came up. His cock popped out of her mouth. “Oh yes.” she answered as she returned to her seat, much to Tom’s dismay. “That was just the first of many extremely pleasant surprises your loving, spontaneous, sexy, horny wife has in store for her hard-working, charming, extremely sexy husband this evening. And now for surprise number two, I offer you a choice: lights on or lights out.” she continued.

“Lights on or out, huh? Are there any factors to consider.” Tom asked as he examined his wife’s exposed leg.

“Well, let’s see…O.K. Factor one is that the choice involves my overcoat. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Factor two is lights on means I perform a portion of this task. Factor three is lights out means you get to do it all yourself.” she answered as she uncrossed then crossed her legs again.

Tom suddenly understood. “Aahh, I see. In that case there is no choice to make. It’s lights on, easily.” he said.

Tina giggled, “That’s right. You like to watch, don’t you? Well, I’m going to start by untying this belt.” she said as she began untying the belt on her coat. “Next, I will take care of these buttons. As I unbutton each one, I want you to kiss, lick, suck, or nibble on whatever is exposed. O.K.?” she said. Tom only smiled at her.

The first button exposed Tina’s cleavage and a portion of her breasts. He paused a moment before kissing each breast. Then she moved on to the second of the three buttons on the coat. This one exposed enough of her torso that the third button was just a formality. As she opened the coat, both of Tina’s perky, firm breasts came into view. He kissed one nipple and briefly nibbled and sucked on the other. Also exposed was Tina’s flat stomach, which she considered her greatest achievement next to raising two beautiful children. Tom started at her neck and proceeded to kiss his way down to the third button, leaving no skin untouched. Tina then unbuttoned the third button and opened the coat wide. Tom had assumed that Tina was nude under the coat, then he saw that she was wearing a pair of shiny red string bikini panties. He reached to take them off with his hands but she stopped him. “Wait. I want you to remove these with your mouth. No hands.” Tina purred as she released Tom’s hands and clasped her own behind her head then scooted her butt forward on the seat, closer to his face.

Tom smiled when she raised her arms, which made her tits rise even higher. He was already extremely horny and the movement of her breasts only added to that heat. He lowered his face to Tina’s panties and thought he caught the scent of cherries. He didn’t fully understand until he got them between his teeth and pulled. They tasted like cherries too. Tina giggled when she saw the expression on his face and it made her breasts jiggle.

“Edible. Do you like them?” she asked.

Tom chuckled. “Oh yeah. I like them, but I like what’s under them even more.” he said. He began eating güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri away at the string on her left hip then moved over to her right hip. He got so excited he forgot about the ‘no hands rule’ and reached for Tina’s breasts with both hands.

“No, no, no. I said no hands. Now I’m afraid you must sit on them. My hands haven’t moved and they won’t.” she said.

Tom put his hands behind his knees as he knelt to finish off the rest of the cherry panties. He ate away at them until his nose was pressing against Tina’s pussy. Her pussy, which was usually covered by a neatly trimmed patch of soft hair, was freshly shaven clean and smooth as a baby’s butt. This turned the horny heat in Tom’s belly into a nuclear reactor on overload. Tina was apparently affected also for her pussy was soaking wet in places Tom hadn’t touched yet. He paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of his wife’s hairless pussy. He could see that she was turned on. Her lips were swollen and slightly red and her clit was beginning to poke out from between them. Tina was frustrated.

“Well, what are you waiting for? You’re only halfway done and we’re only 10 minutes away from Harrods. You have to get a move on because I want to cum before we get there,” she said. She lifted her butt off the seat and the remaining part of the panties clung to her ass and pussy. “Now give me some more of that wonderful tongue of yours.” she begged. Tom began to lick and nibble on the inside of her thigh next to her pussy instead. He knew that this made her horny when they started from scratch and he could just imagine what it was doing to her now.

“And what happens,” he began then switched to the other leg, “if you don’t cum before we get there?” he asked. Then just as she was about to answer, he ate the panties off of her ass and went to work on her pussy.

“It’s quite simple…oohh yeeaahh. Oh baby that feels so good. Does it taste as good as it feels?” she asked.

Tom stopped what he was doing and stuck his tongue deeply into Tina’s pussy and out again. Then he kissed her passionately. “I don’t know. Does it feel as good as it tastes?” he asked before returning his attention to her pussy.

“Mmm. It tastes good but it feels better. Oh, oh yeah. Right there, just like that… keep it up.” Tina said as she pressed her pussy tighter to Tom’s face.

He licked, nibbled, and sucked on her clitoris. güvenilir bahis şirketleri He alternated between different levels of pressure and speed, reacting to her reactions, taking her to higher and higher levels of pleasure. Soon her breathing became ragged and rough, a sign that she was teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. Then when she was only seconds away from her peak, he stopped.

“What was it that you were saying about something being quite simple?” he asked, knowing it would totally blow her concentration.

“Oh man, don’t stop now!! I’m so close!” Tina moaned and thrust her pussy toward Tom’s face once more. When he just avoided it, she answered him. “O.K., O.K. I was just saying that it is quite simple. Either I cum before we get to Harrods or I cum while we’re at Harrods. I would really prefer it be in the back of a limo rather than a restaurant or dance club. So I beg you honey, please. I’m so close right now. My pussy is on fire and I want you to put that fire out, at least temporarily.” she begged.

“Can I use my hands?” Tom asked.

“As far as I’m concerned you can use anything you want, just make me cum!!!” she said.

Tom reached for her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She moaned and placed her hands on top of his and pressed even harder. He kissed her again then turned his attention to her pussy again. He nibbled on her pussy lips and clitoris until her breathing grew rough again. She let go of his hands and spread her pussy lips wide as she thrust her pussy against his lips and teeth. He knew this time there was no going back. He simultaneously squeezed and rolled her nipples in his fingers as he sucked strongly on her clitoris. She gasped and gripped his head between her legs. He then began flicking her clit and sucking on it at the same time. She started to buck against his face but he didn’t miss a beat until she finally relaxed and released his head. She relaxed back against the seat and just sat there with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face. Tom got off the floor and onto the seat beside her and placed his arm around her shoulders. She moaned and lay her head on his shoulder.

“Oh baby,” she sighed into his neck, “That was soo goood. It was worth the wait. Thank you.” she said as she kissed him.

“My pleasure, ma’am. Anytime. Anytime.” he answered with a southern drawl.

“Oh ho, in that case, Every time! Every time!” she said and they burst out laughing.

“Better put your coat on. I think that’s Harrods up there on the right.” Tom said. They both had to hurry to regain their composure before the driver opened their door. Tom got out first, then Tina. She told the driver to be back in two hours…

To Be Continued…

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Copyright Oggbashan April 2019

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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The growing craze for sexual adventures was Matmos Mud. It was expensive and imported from a distant planet. The usual package was just enough to be formed into a penis or a vagina or even a pair of lips and a mouth. Once activated, either by a partner or bought ready programmed, it could be used as a sex toy with a reactive life of its own.

It was addictive because it responded to the desires of the user. The more it was used, the more it learned about the particular stimuli that produced erotic pleasure. Eventually it knew so much about the user that it became the perfect sexual partner, giving an experience that couldn’t be equalled by any human interaction with another.

That was part of the danger of Matmos Mud. It made any other sexual encounter less attractive. An addicted user could spend much of the night and often daytime too in a state if ecstasy produced by the Matmos Mud and lose any desire or will to do anything else. It could be more addictive than the most dangerous drug, leaving addicts to forget to eat or drink leading to death from starvation or dehydration.

Each pack should come with severe warnings about overuse. The recommendation was once a week at most but because it was so expensive users tended to ignore the warnings and use it nightly.

What the warnings didn’t say was that more than small packs of Matmos Mud had other dangers. The cost was so high that the suppliers didn’t expect people to use it to create life size bodies. If they had known, the warnings might have been very severe indeed.

The usual excuse for using Matmos Mud was the temporary absence of a sexual partner. If a man was going to be away from a woman for some time she might buy a pack of Matmos Mud before shaping it like plasticine in the form of her vagina, then activating it by inserting her fingers into the mud inside her and stimulating herself to orgasm. If she then gave the Matmos Mud to the man, it would react to him as if he was penetrating her. Whenever he wanted to, he could have sex with what seemed, if his eyes were shut, to be his partner at her most aroused and seductive. The intention was to keep him faithful to her, avoiding other women while he was away. The reverse was true for the woman, with the man replicating his penis with the Matmos Mud.

Giving and using Matmos Mud was seen as an expression of love and confidence in the partnership.

If used during a temporary absence, then it was effective. However if the period of absence was extended beyond say a couple of weeks, the Matmos Mud had learned and reacted to the user, producing personalised stimulation designed to heighten the sexual pleasure beyond what could be achieved with the real human partner. Matmos Mud could destroy partnerships by providing ideal sex that could not be replicated between partners.

There were several factors that came together to make Matmos Mud nearly disastrous for me.

Angela and I had been married for about six months. We were very much in love and frequent and enthusiastic sexual partners but we were broke. Buying our first home was financial pain, and would be for the next few years. But I was offered a six month secondment for a project about 150 miles away. The financial inducement was very attractive. We could reduce our mortgage to a much more reasonable and affordable level.

I would have to stay in a hotel at my employer’s expense from Sunday night to Thursday, coming back home after work on Friday. Friday and Saturday night I would be with Angela. We didn’t want to be parted but the benefits were obvious.

The second factor was that Angela worked for a local distributor of Matmos Mud. As an employee, she could get it, in trade packs, at a discount. There were conditions. Employees could only buy two packs a week and couldn’t resell them. They had to be for personal use or given away to friends as gifts. Matmos Mud was a nuisance on the planet, encroaching on arable land. As it could withstand space without protection it could be exported in vast quantities at low cost. The monopoly supplier packaged and sold it expensively but the real cost to them was only transport, a few dollars per ton. Employees could buy it by the kilo wrapped in cling film. Customers paid a fantastic amount for the packaged product.

She bought a small standard pack for each of us. Before I went away she used her pack to create a copy of her vagina. I used mine to make a penis. While I was away, Matmos Mud would give the illusion that we were together in bed at night – every night if we wanted that. At the weekends we could make love to the real person.

Angela was much better at animating the Mud than I was. She had used a dildo frequently and had a battery bahis firmaları operated version that she used with the Mud. The result was incredible for me, so much so that when away I only used it on the first Tuesday night because I couldn’t take more of her without affecting me at work. Even so, on Wednesday I was tired until after lunchtime.

I had never used any toy for masturbation, just my hand. Using a hand around the moulded Matmos Mud was difficult for me and not particularly satisfying, for me at the time, and for Angela when I was away. She was disappointed with the result and didn’t appreciate that my experience of the artificial Angela was so shattering and draining.

The next weekend, Angela had bought two more packs of Matmos Mud.

“Paul,” Angela said on the Friday night, “you need help with animating the Mud. I’ll show you.”

Angela moulded the new Mud around my penis. The touch of her hands was so arousing that I nearly came before she had finished. She positioned herself on the bed so that I could penetrate her even with my tool sheathed in mud. We made love, slowly at first, and then as she writhed under me with passion and complete abandonment. Later on that night we repeated the coupling using the original pack of Mud.

Angela had accessed the company’s computer and the feedback from customers who had used Matmos Mud and posted ideas to make the experience better.

On Saturday night she filled her mouth with her new pack of Mud before giving me a shattering blow-job.

Back at my hotel I could either penetrate an artificial Angela or experience her giving me a blow job. Both were mind-blowing experiences that left me drained.

If it hadn’t been for the Matmos Mud I would have been attracted to the chambermaid that cleaned my hotel room every day. Marion was a very pleasant woman who had made it clear that she was looking for male company, and Paul might be a temporary solution. On the second Wednesday morning I had overslept slightly and was still in bed when Marion entered the room. I had forgotten to put the ‘do not disturb’ notice outside my door. We startled each other before Marion apologised and retreated. I was slightly regretful that she had. I liked her but the Matmos Mud left me too sexually replete to consider anyone else.

Next weekend Angela had two more packs. She used both to create a replica of her breasts, animating them by breast-smothering me. During the week she had used one Mud penis in her vagina and one in her mouth. She had found that far more satisfying than my original animation.

Next Wednesday morning I had either forgotten or deliberately but unconsciously omitted to put the ‘do not disturb’ notice outside my hotel room’s door. It was embarrassing for me but could have been much worse. I had penetrated the replica of Angela’s vagina and been breast-smothered by her new breasts. The Matmos Mud moulded itself over my face, just giving me enough space to breathe but kept me in an aroused state all night. I was apparently surrounded by Angela and unable to appreciate where I was and the passage of time. If I had known I might have been to extricate myself from between Angela’s breasts. I didn’t know and could have stayed like that for hours or days.

Marion came in the room an hour after I should have left it to have breakfast. She saw that I was being smothered by the Matmos Mud and gently peeled it off my face. I woke up with an insistent erection still plugged into Angela’s replica vagina and shuddered into ejaculation in it as Marion watched with a concerned expression on her face.

“Are you all right, Paul?” Marion asked. “And what was that I took off your face?”

I couldn’t answer at first. I was shattered. Marion made me a cup of coffee before propping me up in bed with her arm around my shoulders. I was very aware of being held against a soft breast. Eventually I explained about the Matmos Mud and Angela’s animation of it. Marion had heard of it but had never seen any, or known anyone who had some. It was far too expensive for her or any of her friends.

I had to telephone work to have a sick day, my first ever. They were sympathetic about my upset stomach, knowing it couldn’t have been a hangover since I rarely drank alcohol.

Marion was wonderful. She ordered breakfast to my room and helped me to eat it before she resumed her cleaning rounds. She came back later to make coffee, and then ordered lunch. She was very interested in the possibilities of Matmos Mud and slightly sad that she’d never be able to afford any. She checked on me again before ending her shift. She asked me not to use the Matmos Mud again unless she was available to rescue me. I was willing to agree to that because the experience had frightened me.

At the weekend I told Angela what had happened and that I owed Marion a lot for saving me from my misadventure. Angela had been very pleased with her use of the new or reprogrammed Mud this week. Although she had brought two more packs we decided not to experiment kaçak iddaa this week but to give a pack to Marion to say thank you for looking after me. I took the spare pack to possibly experiment with to arouse Angela.

On Sunday evening Marion was off duty. I had arranged to meet her for a meal at a restaurant not connected with the hotel. The meal was intended as an expression of my thanks, but the package of Matmos Mud was worth a dozen meals for two at the retail price. I didn’t take the Mud but suggested that Marion could collect it on Wednesday morning when she came to check that I wasn’t incapacitated by my use of the Mud the night before.

When I told Marion that I had some Matmos Mud for her she was initially excited but then her face fell and she looked sad. I asked why.

“Paul, the Matmos Mud would be wonderful but I have no one to animate it for me. Without that, it will be useless. Unless… No. I can’t.”

“You can’t what, Marion?”

Eventually she admitted that she wanted to ask me to animate it for her. But she knew I was happily married to Angela and using my Mud to make love to a replica of Angela every Tuesday night. Although she was attracted to me, and aware that I was attracted to her, she felt that asking me to animate the Mud for her was going too far. I told Marion that I would talk to Angela on Monday night and discuss it with her.

When I did, it was obvious that Marion and Angela had already discussed the problem between them. Angela told me that not only had I her permission to activate the Matmos Mud for Marion but that they had agreed how it should be done. I would be sharing my room with Marion on Tuesday night because Angela wasn’t convinced I could program the Mud properly without assistance. I should do what Marion told me to do with Angela’s agreement. I was surprised but I accepted the situation.

Marion came into my hotel room late on Tuesday evening carrying a small suitcase. She told me to get undressed and into bed on my back.

“Paul? I’m going to blindfold you while I get you ready.”

Marion produced a large silk scarf and covered my head completely. She tied it loosely around my head. I couldn’t see anything and couldn’t dislodge it but it wasn’t impeding my breathing except that every breath took in Marion’s perfume. She attached soft cuffs to my wrists before fastening them to the bed head rails.

I felt her gradually mould the Matmos Mud around my penis. I wasn’t erect. I was too worried that Marion wasn’t Angela, and even though Angela had agreed and plotted this with Marion, I shouldn’t be Marion’s victim.

Marion straddled me. She moved up my body brushing her erect nipples against my skin. That had an effect. When she dropped her breasts across my face and pulled my silk-hooded head into her cleavage my penis, despite myself, began to become erect.

“Now, Paul, Angela is going to help me.”

I wondered how.

Marion untied and removed the scarf hooding me. Her breasts were poised inches in front of my face before they dropped on me. She squeezed her breasts around my head. I was unable to breathe, breast smothered very effectively. When Marion lifted herself away she replaced her breasts with the Mud version of Angela’s breasts that smothered me nearly as much as Marion had done. Angela’s breasts brought my Mud covered penis to a full erection that Marion slid deep inside her.

Marion’s frantic pounding and Angela’s smothering breasts soon took me beyond the state of no return. I came into the Matmos Mud, bucking my hips against Marion as I tried to drive deep inside her. I relaxed afterwards still smothered by Angela’s breasts as Marion gently peeled the Mud from my exhausted penis. Within a short time Angela’s breasts had aroused me again. That arousal was claimed by Marion for a slow and sensuous coupling.

In the morning I woke in Marion’s embrace. Angela’s breasts had gone but Marion’s breast was pressed against me.

“Time to get up, Paul,” Marion said. “You have to have breakfast. I’m on duty in an hour.”

She made coffee for the both of us while I shaved and showered.

“I’ll let you know tomorrow morning if the animation was successful, Paul.”

She left me after a lingering kiss. I wondered. Had I made love to Marion last night, or was I her victim with Angela’s consent and smothering breasts? I didn’t know but I felt better than I had done with Matmos Mud on its own. I wasn’t as tired as I had expected to be and very aware that two women loved me.

That evening Angela startled me by announcing that she had invited Marion to spend the weekend with us. I could take her in my car on Friday after work and bring her back on Sunday afternoon. Were the two of them plotting against me? I didn’t know. What also worried me was that Angela would need my help to unload some Matmos Mud from her car when I arrived. Matmos Mud is normally a shade of flesh pink but the staff had been offered very cheaply a quantity that is muddy brown. It works just as effectively but didn’t kaçak bahis look so attractive. It could have been coloured artificially but the importers had so much that they couldn’t be bothered.

How much had Angela bought that she needed my help to unload it? Previously she had bought packs of one kilo. She could lift one kilo, ten kilos, twenty kilos or even more, so how much had she bought this time?

On the journey on Friday Marion and I talked more than we had before. She admitted that she wasn’t normally a chambermaid. Her family owned the hotel. Her normal role was deputy finance officer, understudying one of her aunts who wanted to retire in a couple of years’ time. Marion was only acting as chambermaid because the hotel was short of staff and was in the process of recruiting more. When the new recruits were trained Marion would resume her position.

I still couldn’t understand why Angela and Marion had got on so well together and why Angela had invited Marion. It was a mystery to me but I was enjoying Marion’s company. She was an intelligent, articulate woman and I was attracted to her. Was Marion a threat to my marriage to Angela? Neither of them acted as if that was likely. Why not? Animating the Matmos Mud for Marion had seemed like a betrayal of Angela for me, yet Angela had arranged it with Marion. I was still worried what would happen when we arrived at the marital home. Would the two women be as friendly in person as they had seemed to be by phone? Would the weekend be a disaster? I didn’t know.

As I parked outside our home I was still apprehensive. As I carried Marion’s suitcase towards the front door, Angela opened it. To my surprise the two women hugged and kissed each other as if they were old friends meeting after a long absence. They turned to face me, both smiling broadly.

“Paul, thank you for bringing Marion,” Angela said. “We haven’t seen each other for years…”

“But we were friends at university,” Marion said. “We’ve kept in contact by email and Skype…”

“I told Marion that you would be staying at her hotel and asked her to look after you,” Angela said. “She has, hasn’t she?”

I nodded, what could I say? Marion had saved me from too much of the Matmos Mud and then smothered me with the replica of Angela’s breasts. What would the two of them be like together? Would I survive?

That evening they decided to use the large quantity of Matmos Mud on me. They would both be with me to make sure I didn’t go too far. Our mistake was that all three of us drank too much good wine during and after our meal. We were all slightly drunk.

Angela spread an old sheet across the double bed and asked me to get on it naked. I was embarrassed that Marion was there too, both with two attractive women, and the effects of the wine, I didn’t need much persuading. Would I have two women as sexual partners tonight?

What I did have was two women covering my body with Matmos Mud. They applied it with plastic spatulas, starting with my arms and legs before moving on to my body. They left my erection waving in the air, and my face was free. The Matmos Mud clung to my skin. It was a pleasant experience, like being hugged by a woman I fancied.

“Ready, Paul?” Angela asked.

“Ready for what?”

“I’m going to place the old Matmos Mud that is moulded as my vagina down there, while Marion puts my breasts across your face. We will watch to see what the effect is. OK?”

“I suppose so.” I said.

I was still awkward about having Marion present but she had already seen the effect of Matmos Mud on me and had rescued me from it.

The impact of covering the final parts of my body was almost immediate. I was apparently thrusting deep into Angela as her breasts smothered me but she was also hugging my whole body with hers, touching every part of me at once. At first the sensation was unbelievably arousing. Every part of me was stimulated by warm female flesh. I was losing myself in Angela, more than I ever could in reality.

Suddenly everything changed. Instead of Angela’s skin pressing all over me I seemed to be actually inside her skin. I was imprisoned in her body. Instead of thrusting into her I was trying, and failing, to push out. Angela’s body had claimed me as a victim. I felt with my mud-covered hands. Instead of my flat chest I had Angela’s breasts that were also pushing against me. My erection had been replaced by an excited and damp cleft that opened for my fingers to access. Yet my erection was inside that cleft that was draining me as I came uncontrollably.

Later Angela and Marion told me that the Matmos Mud over me had suddenly changed to an almost perfect replica of Angela. All the traces of Paul’s masculinity had vanished inside Angela’s body. I was convulsing in the bed, trying vainly to meet the demands of an insatiable woman while apparently being that woman myself.

Angela and Marion were slow to react. It night have been the effect of the wine, or just incredulity that the Matmos Mud could have such an impact on me. Eventually they decided that I was suffering and peeled the Mud off me as fast as they could. Even as they worked to release me, each remaining piece of Matmos Mud was arousing me almost beyond endurance.

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Long after the divorce papers had been signed, nearly 14 months since her now ex-husband Bobby moved out for good and about two full years since she gave up any hope of salvaging her 21 year marriage, 39 year old Debra Jessup didn’t fully come to grips with the fact that she was single until one cruel, innocuous moment at work.

A hairdresser by trade, Debra spent six days a week, ten hours a day surrounded by women, many of whom friends and long time acquaintances, listening to them talk about their own constant dysfunction. Debra’s failed marriage didn’t really sink until one afternoon when one of the ladies was talking about something stupid her Husband had did and Debra had to catch herself before the words, “Oh… Bobby use to do that all the time”, leapt from her mouth.

The past tense of that word, ‘use’, kicked the normally talkative and friendly woman in the gut, forcing her to accept the fact that she had no one in her life, for over a year now, to compare with during the constant flow of day to day drama all the other women found to discuss about the men in their lives.

Compounding the gnawing wound to her self confidence that not having a man was causing her, Debra was also beginning to feel the first stages on an ’empty nest syndrome” setting in. Her Daughter, Jamie, was beginning her second year at college and that was tough enough on its own, but with her youngest child, her son David, now 17 and spending much more time running with his friends and chasing his hormones, Debra couldn’t remember the last time she spent a meaningful amount of time with either of her children.

About the only thing Debra had to feel good about was that she got to keep her house in the divorce settlement. About three years earlier, she had saved up enough money to refurbish part of her basement and turn it into a salon where she could work independently from home. And business was very good.

With a home that was paid for, her newly found single status and a career that was taking off, Debra should have been flying high, savoring all the things she couldn’t while married. It was a perfect opportunity to re-live her teenage years while she was still young enough to enjoy it.

But putting those thoughts into action proved to be difficult. Debra was always a big dreamer but habitually lacked the spark to put those thoughts into action. She had grown up the middle of three sisters and had always been the homebody trying to make good. Never one to ‘rock the boat’, Debra didn’t mind the juicy gossip that constantly floated around the salon, she just hated the thought of ever being the topic of any of it.

In some ways, that was one of the reasons Bobby had began to stray in their marriage. He had wanted to try several things to sort of spice up their two decade long relationship, but Debra was always too fearful and self conscious to try anything too risqué in such a small, conservative and lippy Alabama town.

Now that she was single, while the thought of ‘re-kindling’ her youth was appealing on a certain level, Debra couldn’t help getting a little choked up about it considering her Father had died when she was 14 and her Mother dealt with it by becoming a promiscuous drunk. So in many ways, Debra never got to fully experience being a teenager, forced into maturity way sooner than any kid should have to, she met Bobby when she was 16, married him when she was 17 and hoped he would take her away from the family life that was crumbling around her.

In a twisted way, now without a Husband herself, the last thing Debra wanted to do was become what her Mother had after her Father died. And that prevented Debra from enjoying many of the things that were now open to her.

Debra had been hanging with her circle of friends since high school. For the past year she had been faced with a strange juxtaposition considering all her friends had gotten married since high school and now all but one of them had been divorced, at least once. For the longest time, Debra took a lot of internal joy watching others’ relationships wither while hers, although not perfect, continued to thrive. With the failure of her own marriage and the blow to her self esteem that came with it however, suddenly Debra was less in inclined to take such satisfaction in her abilities as a woman.

Despite the best attempts of her friends to fix her up and play matchmaker, Debra simply didn’t or wouldn’t allow herself to make a connection with the men she met. The prettiest of the group by far, Debra was constantly being approached by guys when she was out, especially when they discovered she was now single. Rail thin and still a size 4, the last time Debra had been to the doctor she had weighed two pounds less than she did when she was 18. Her figure, dark golden tan combined with her chatty personality and 80’s styled big brown hair made her quite a magnet for any man in the room. And once anyone engaged in conversation with Debra, they easily became transfixed by her toothy smile and gentile Southern manner. canlı bahis

Still there was something distant about her. While she freely chatted up most anyone in a social setting, showing an amazing amount of breadth to her personality, very few people had ever been able to wade into the depths of her psyche, and going through her divorce only hastened that cold concealment of feeling.

So as she sat at one of the booths at Mickey’s Bar and Grill with three of her friends, enjoying a few beers on a lazy Wednesday night, Debra rolled her eyes slightly as she scanned the room, seeing most of the usual crowd scattered around the smoky room. Taking a drag from her cigarette however, Debra felt her blood go cold when the face of a stranger at the bar locked eyes with her.

“What’s wrong Debra?” her friend Deloris asked, noticing the glazed expression on Debra’s suddenly mute face.

“N… Nothing,” she mouthed before ripping her gaze away from the slightly older man at the bar.

* * * * *

Grant Barrett was preparing to magically make his fourth shot of scotch of the evening disappear. Even though he had asked himself after downing each one what the Hell he was doing sitting at a bar in a small and rustic Alabama town, surrounded by nothing but cigarette smoke and women half his age, by the time the hearty sauce soothed his palate, he realized he had answered his own question.

“None of these country girls will give you the time of day… you dumb sonofabtich,’ Grant half drunkenly laughed to himself. “No harm in looking though. “

With two divorces, two children he was still paying child support for and a third, his oldest daughter who was now at college, Grant remembered quickly what the scotch was for.

At 52, If it hadn’t been for the financial crunch he was under and a desire to start anew after a difficult and lingering midlife crisis, Grant would have never accepted the ‘promotion’ to leave his home in Knoxville to run his company’s new distribution center outside Montgomery.

After being a slave to his job for the first six months there, with no social life to speak of, Grant finally decided to give a night out on the town a halfhearted try.

With the way too loud strains of the country music blaring from the jukebox and a hundred burning Marlboros sautéing his eyes, Grant scanned the room between drinks, trying to find a familiar or interested face. Almost to the point of giving up and leaving before he was a little too drunk to drive home, he was equally as stunned and silent when he locked gazes with the pretty brunette that was sitting on the other side of the dance floor, in a booth, with several of her friends.

* * * * *

At a loss over what to do, in an act almost as cliché as the bar room surroundings he was in, Grant sent a round of drinks to the table where the smiling woman was sitting. When Debra and her three friends waved back their appreciation, Grant took a deep breath and lugged himself off the barstool, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t embarrass himself too badly when he went over to talk to the girls.

Apprehensive, as any man would be approaching a table full of chattering women all by himself, in the end Grant was surprised by how well things had turned out. Sharing a drink with the four women, Grant then invited Debra out on the dance floor where they stayed for three songs.

Thirty minutes after Debra and Grant met, they said their polite goodbyes and exchanged phone numbers with promises to get back in touch.

“So what do you think?” Betty immediately asked Debra when they returned to the car as the other two women coyly measured Debra’s giddy mood.

“I don’t know Betty… he seems nice enough,” she started to reply before Deloris interrupted.

“I could tell from his accent… he ain’t from ’round here… I don’t know if I’d trust him or not,” the drunkest of the four, and also the one who was inevitably jealous when one of her friends had better luck than she did, warned.

“Maybe Deloris is right,” Betty agreed. “All the losers around here are easy to get dirt on… you know what you’re dealing with… this guy… I don’t know?”

“Dealing with… ,” Debra laughed as Betty steered the car out of Mickey’s parking lot. “It ain’t like he proposed or anything… Hell… he probably wont even call… I’m not going to lose any sleep!”

But Debra did that night, mostly trying to figure out why in a room full of outwardly flirting men she had somehow been attracted to the graying stranger and wondering just what it was inside of her that he had stirred.

“You’re just horny,” she told herself, rationalizing her all too long deprived arousal, even though she felt something much deeper at work.

* * * * *

After barely three hours of sleep that night, Debra certainly wasn’t at her best the next morning even though she had a full docket of customers to tend to. Giving a perm to one of her elderly patrons a little before Noon, Debra nearly jumped out of her skin bahis siteleri when the phone rang.

“Hello… This is Debra,” she answered with feigned exuberance.

“Hey… ah… this is Grant… from the bar last night… how are you?”

“F… Fine,” Debra stammered, suddenly feeling an adrenaline rush surge through her tired bones.

“I hope this isn’t a bad time… you said last night that you cut hair… I was wondering if I could maybe… make an appointment… I haven’t had a good haircut since I moved to Montgomery… think you could fit me in sometime?” Grant asked with a certain schoolboy asking a girl on a date tone.

“Ahh… Ahhh… Yeah,” Debra stalled for time, her mind racing nervously as she reached for her daily appointment book.

“Yeah… Grant,” Debra replied, saying a private prayer of flustered thanks that she remembered his name. “I’ve got an empty spot later on this evening… around 6:30… How’s that?”

“That would be perfect… I usually get out of the office around 5:45,” Grant agreed.

“Great,” Debra beamed. “Let me give you directions to my place. “

Her hangover suddenly gone, Debra found herself gliding on velvet wings for the rest of the afternoon until Grant walked through the doors a few minutes before his scheduled appointment.

“Hi,” Debra welcomed the handsome older man, her knees trembling ever so slightly as he eased into the unfamiliar surroundings of her salon.

“I was… kind of expecting a room full of ladies with their heads under hairdryers staring at me,” Grant laughed, realizing the two were all alone.

“Sometimes I have a few ladies in here this late… mainly on Fridays… but you’re my last one today,” Debra smiled as she swept up the hair on the floor from the previous customer. “Just jump up there in the chair and I’ll be right over. “

“Thanks,” Grant nodded before raising himself up into the seat.

“So you have your house and your salon all in one… this is a real nice setup,” he commented, allowing his gaze to wander around the quaint surroundings and to steal a quick peek or two at Debra behind him, in the series of mirrors adoring the wall.

A tingling chill sizzled down Grant’s spine when Debra swung the smock around his seated body and he grinned the instant he first inhaled the woman’s flowery perfume as she began to comb and spritz his hair.

For the next ten minutes or so the two made small talk and shared tidbits about their background. Grant admitted to his two divorces and Debra told him about her one. Each discovered the other had a Daughter away at college, and the financial pain that went with it as well as the fact that each had lost their Father when they were in teenagers.

Even when there was a normal gap of silence in the conversation, Grant didn’t feel the overriding angst and awkwardness he normally felt when talking in depth with a woman for the first time. Despite knowing Debra for less than a day, somehow he felt she had been part of his entire life.

The fact that Grant could feel each of Debra’s small but firm titties grazing against his back each time she leaned forward to snip at his hair wasn’t lost on him either and he was forced to say a private prayer of thanks that the smock Debra had draped over him was concealing the beginnings of a guilty erection.

“You’re such a dirty old man,” Grant scolded himself with real conviction even though he continued to study Debra’s reflection in the mirror, nodding politely to everything she had to say.

Stuck in the chair, not wanting to shift too much as Debra continued to snip at his hair, Grant felt goosebumps prickle his flesh as the front of the younger woman’s sweater occasionally grazed against the back of his neck.

“All done… how does it look?” Debra asked while spinning the elevated chair around so Grant could get a good look at the trim.

“Fine… it looks fine,” he smiled, unable to tear his gaze away from Debra’s expressive brown eyes.

Like a child saddened to get off a ride at the carnival, Grant slowly dismounted from the seat and turned to face Debra before reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“How much do I owe you?” he asked.

“Men’s haircuts… just $12,” Debra replied.

“Here’s $20,” Grant offered.

“Are you sure… I have change,” Debra started to say before Grant’s gentle nod told her it was OK to accept the tip.

“Can I call you later maybe?” Grant stumbled to say.

“Ahh… sure… I’ve got to get a little dinner on for my Son… he should be home from baseball practice pretty soon… but… ahh… yeah… you have my number,” Debra, equally as nervous and anxious, replied.

* * * * *

Spread eagle and naked on his sheets, resting lazily in the complete darkness of his bedroom at a few minutes after 10 that night, Grant allowed his mind to drift back to when he and Debra had first met a day earlier and the youthful energy in her face and untapped aura that somehow surrounded bahis şirketleri her.

He also couldn’t deny just how good it felt sitting there with Debra earlier that evening in her salon, with her tender fingers dancing through his thinning hair at the same time he sat there enjoying the feel of her soft bosom tapping against his back. “Why don’t you grow some balls and reach over and call her?” Grant lashed himself, knowing somehow the next step he took with Debra might open up his heart to the same pain he had just gotten over with his second divorce.

“She’s different… somehow… someway… she’s different,” another voice argued.

Before he could reach over to the nightstand and dial Debra’s number however, the phone rang.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hi Daddy,” his Daughter’s voice filled his ear.

“Oh… Melody… I wasn’t expecting you to call so late… is everything OK?” he asked, the unsettledness in his voice clearly noticeable.

“Oh… yeah… everything’s fine… its just Thursday night and I didn’t know what I’d get into this weekend… I haven’t heard from you in a few weeks… just wanted to call and see how you were… I didn’t wake you up did I?” She inquired.

“I’m… fine… went to bed early… just been busy with work… and with… ,” Grant started to mention Debra but decided his burgeoning relationship with her still wasn’t far enough along to even think about getting his Daughter’s antenna up.

Ever intuitive, Melody saw through her Father’s near slip.

“So what’s her name?” she asked with a definitive laugh.

“Who?” Grant weakly tried to deny Melody’s feminine instinct.

“Come on Daddy… don’t feel like you have to keep any secrets from me… you’re a free man now… all I want to see you is happy… whatever happened between you and Mom is water under the bridge… its time you started thinking about yourself for a change!”

His Daughter’s words resonated vividly in Grant’s mind. Having spent most of his entire adult life trying to be a good breadwinner, Husband and most importantly, Father, Grant had felt a gaping void in his life since Melody had graduated high school and went away to college. While proud of the job he did to raise her, clearly evident by how caring and understanding she was becoming as an adult, Grant felt an overwhelming emptiness at times not having her around to nurture and adore.

The two talked for 10 minutes or so, on topics ranging from Melody’s school work, her social life and what kind of bitch her Mother was continuing to be. They eventually said “I love you” and wished each other a good night before hanging up.

Which left Grant exactly where he was before Melody called, laying in the dark, on the bed naked wondering why he was acting like a acne-faced 15 year old that was too afraid to call the new girl at school.

Something had subtly changed in the past few minutes however. Whether it was everything that was happening with Debra to make him feel somewhat desirable again, the unexpected and pleasant call from Melody or just that he was finally coming out of the funk that came with the dissolution of his marriage as well as the shift and upheaval in his career, but Grant suddenly felt as virile and vital as he had in a long time. Looking down the length of the bed, that feeling was reinforced by the shadowy wand jutting from his crotch that swayed merrily through the darkness.

Wrapping his right hand around the swelling warmth, Grant let out a low chuckle, enjoying the sensation of his heated blood rushing to his groin. Losing himself in myriad of blurred and lascivious thoughts, some he was proud of and some not so much, Grant increased the pressure and pace of his manipulations until his fleshy girth sizzled and pulsed in the palm of his jerking hand.

Bracing his heels roughly into the mattress, Grant bucked and thrust his hips up from the bed as if he were fucking a series of invisible entities above.

“GRRHHH… GGRRHHAAAAHHHHHH… GGRRAAHHHHHHH” he savagely blurted out for several seconds, filling his empty home with the primal sounds of his selfish endeavor.

His entire six foot two inch body writhing from an explosive and much needed release, Grant twisted and squirmed on the sheets as an indiscriminate geyser of his sticky cum spayed out in every direction.

For an instant, Grant assumed the all too loud ringing in his ears was just a byproduct of such a potent orgasm but when the phone rang for a second time, he slumped into a heap briefly before mustering the wherewithall to reach over and answer it.

“Hi… Hi… Grant… it’s Debra… I hope its not too late,” the familiar voice filled Grant’s fuzzy head.

“… No… No,” he stuttered between tortured breaths, trying his best to conceal the telltale signs of what he had been doing.

“I had just laid done… maybe to read a little before I went to sleep,” Grant fibbed convincingly.

“Sorry… I was just bored I guess and had your number… so I just decided to you know… give you a call… God… I can’t even remember the last time I called a guy like this… 16 maybe?” Debra babbled nervously, her head swimming just as Grant’s was, for many of the same reasons.

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Another day of work ahead of me and all I want to do is find some way to hide from the world and go play. My mind is a million miles away, and in my thoughts a seductive black haired vixen is sitting on my face, rubbing her pussy over my lips, my tongue and sliding over my nose. I try to steady her by holding her hips with my hands drawing her even closer to my face as I lick, suck and kiss her all over from her asshole to her clit. God I love the taste of her, my cock is so hard and sticking straight up begging for her to bend over and take me in her mouth.

I inadvertently glance at the clock and see its time to get my butt rolling or I will be late, better start getting dressed. I reach into my underwear draw and decide to wear my favorite, a black velvet string bikini I appropriated from a one night stand over a year ago. I love the feeling of wearing such a sexy pair of panties under my suit, it keeps me horny all day. Sometimes I wonder if my coworkers can see my panty lines. I finish getting dressed and head out the door, another day another dollar as they say and its off to work I go.

The ride to the office is long and boring, my mind again returns to the black haired vixen last seen riding my face like at the cowgirl rodeo. I haven’t had a decent relationship for years. Since my divorce, I just haven’t been able to connect with anyone except on a sexual level. My fantasy world has been growing around me isolating me even more. I just seem to have this brick wall around me keeping me from getting emotionally connected to anyone. As I continue the drive my mental fantasy continues and all I can think about is the black hair girl sitting on my face. She grinds her pussy so hard against my tongue I can barely breathe. My cock is still begging for attention and thankfully she leans over engulfing it in her mouth. I wrap my arms around her body holding her pussy close, eating her for all I am worth. Her juices are flowing coating my face making me look like a glazed donut.

I can’t get enough of her in my mouth. My hips start bucking thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth as we clench each other in a blissful 69. She wets a finger with her mouth and slides it over my asshole, slowly probing it and slowly sliding it inside of me. The sensations are exquisite and I am about to explode. I thrust my hips and feel my balls tighten as the first blast escapes, she swallows each blast of cum sucking my cock harder and harder as the first blast is followed by another and another then {{{wam bam boom}}} God Damn it I forgot I was driving and hit the car in front of me. My forehead is cut and bleeding and the steering wheel I think has broken some ribs, I can’t believe this shit. bahis firmaları I am disoriented and hurting and in and out of consciousness. The ambulance and EMT’s get me to the hospital where the triage nurse looks me over decides I am not critical and sets up a series of tests to check further.

I am wheeled to x-ray and left to wait. I can’t believe this, my days turned to garbage and its a waste, all because of my fantasies. I lay there watching the hustle and bustle around me belittling myself for being in this spot. I still can’t believe I let this happen. A technician arrives and pushes my gurney into the x-ray room. She moves me around like a sack of potatoes and starts removing my clothes. Then I remember my panties. OH God that’s it let’s add insult to injury and let the world know what a pathetic pervert I am. My mind is racing but what can I do there’s no escaping it, she slides my pants down and I see the amazement in her eyes as my black velvet string bikini panties come into view. I wish the floor would open and swallow me. And of course she’s an attractive women and I can just see her now telling her buddies all about the guy in panties, all of them laughing. But she never says a word and continues doing what she’s supposed to do. After removing all of my clothes, getting one of those horrible hospital gowns wrapped around me, she takes the x-rays and wheels me out to the waiting area. Fortunately the tests show no major problems and after some attention from the doctor I am given my clothes and told I can leave, of course I have to call a cab cause my car is in some state of ruin and I don’t even know where it was towed. As I get dressed, I can’t find my panties, I look all through my clothes and they are just not there, oh well that’s the least of my problems let me just get out of here.

By the time a week has passed, my injuries are healing I have a rental car and my life is getting back to normal. I sit down to diner just as I hear a knock on the door. I am surprised to see the x-ray technician from the hospital standing there. I greet her and ask her to come in and we take a seat on the couch. She says she was just curious if I was doing OK and wanted to check up on me. As she’s speaking my mind races back to the moment she pulled down my pants revealing my now missing black velvet string bikini, I am not sure what to make of this. A thousand thoughts cram into my brain all at once, some good some bad. Before I can ask she blurts out that seeing me lying there in those panties was the sexiest sight she has ever seen! I am glad she’s in the health field cause I think I am going to have a heart attack. She stands up quickly slides her pants down and there are my missing kaçak iddaa panties! She says she’s been wearing them all week and couldn’t stop thinking about me in them.

Now this girl is no slouch, she stands about 5’6″ 130lbs beautiful auburn hair, has perky titties that will fill a mouth and an ass that fills those panties better then I could ever do in a million years. My mind is a wash with thoughts, I can’t decide what to do so I let my most primal desires prevail. I fall off the couch onto my knees before her, wrap my arms around her legs pulling her close to me and plant a big kiss right on the front crotch panel of those panties uttering thank you thank you and continue kissing her mound through the black velvet. She holds my head in her hands stopping me from kissing her and asks me if I would put them on for her again. Of course I blurt out as she shimmies out of them and hands them over to me. I tell her how I have always been rejected because of my fetish for panties and haven’t shared my secret with anyone since the last time I was open and made fun of for my honesty.

I quickly undressed right there in front of her and pulled off my Hanes tossing them to the corner like the rag it is. I bring the panties to my face, inhaling her aroma deeply, my head starts spinning I pull the panties up my legs and have to fight my raging hard on to get them on. She’s staring at me and asks me to turn around for her and bend over and move around just a bit. Willingly I do as she asks, I am filled with joy and feel an emotional surge welling up from within me. She comes closer and slides her hand over my panty-covered ass rubbing me all over. Its like electricity coursing through my body, what her hand is doing to me right now I have never felt before.

She moves around the side of me and with her other hand she cradles my panty-covered cock and caresses it with a loving tenderness I have longed for. I am putty in her hand, my legs feel like Jell-O and my heart is pounding. I reach for her and pull her tightly to me, we embrace and kiss with a passion I have dreamed about but never thought I would experience. Our hands and all over each other as our tongues intertwine seeking out all that the other has to offer. I push her to sit on the couch and I am straddling her leg so my panty-covered cock is rubbing over her leg as we continue our embrace. My one hand on her breast the other cradling her and keeping me steady. I break off our kiss and lick slowly down her neck to her chest and finally my lips capture her nipple. I suck it into my mouth and tease it with my tongue. I bring my hands to her breast squeezing them and fondling them as I suck her nipple. She raises her knee further kaçak bahis stimulating my panty-covered cock. I am in heaven.

It pains me but I release her breast and my mouth trails down to her navel wear I lick and kiss her several times, slowly I move down further and have to remove my cock from her leg. I bring my face right into her crotch and slide my tongue all around and inside of her. God she tastes so good I can’t get enough of her. I don’t ever want to stop eating her. I bring my hands to her and pull her lips apart as my tongue dives in as far as I can. I lap at her and suck her juices as the excess covers my face. I push my face against her as hard as I can trying to crawl way up inside of her but having to be content with just being stuck to her like glue. I push first one then two fingers inside of her as I suck her clit. She screams out in climax and with both hands pushes my head away as she gasps for air.

Stop stop I can’t take anymore she cries out, I sit next to her on the couch and caress her as she continues to quiver from the orgasm I unleashed in her. Her hand finds my cock and she caresses it through the velvet material, there’s a giant wet spot of pre-cum growing on it. She pulls the leg band of the panty to the side releasing my cock that feels harder then it’s ever felt before. With the tip of her finger she scoops up some of the pre-cum and rubs it over her lips and sucks off the rest from her finger tip. She then leans over and kisses me making me taste my own fluid. It never tasted better then from her lips. As we kiss she’s stroking me and rubbing my balls, which are still encased in the panties. She lowers her head and sucks my cock deep into her mouth and bobs her head up and down. Her tongue is more like velvet then the panties and I drift off into paradise as she lovingly sucks me and caresses me. It doesn’t take long until I feel I am at the point of no return, I consider just for a moment not telling her but I can’t do that and tell her I am about to blow. She doesn’t miss a beat and increases her rhythm sucking me hard and harder.

I feel her power as my cum erupts form deep inside of me and she sucks it down without missing a drop I cum and cum and cum. It feels as if she has sucked the very essence out of me and I feel totally drained as the last spurt shoots out of me. She brings her head up to me and kisses me. Oh my as I realize she didn’t swallow it all and saved some to share in a kiss with me. We swap some of my cum back and forth slipping our tongues in and around. What a women she seems to sense my every desire and my every need and in the short time we have been together has satisfied them beyond my wildest dreams and we haven’t even fucked. She has made me feel like a whole man and a desired man, what power she contains, does she realize her power or have any idea what she has just done for me?

This is just the beginning of the story.

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Merhaba.Anlatacağım bu hikayenin tamamı gerçek.Biz evde 2 kardeşiz.ben ve birde 17 yaşında bir ablam var.Ablam 1.70 boylarında 54 kg. beyaz tenli güzel bir kızdır.ablamın eve hep erkek ve kız arkadaşları gelir.İşte asıl olay şimdi başlıyor. Yine bir gün kız arkadaşı geldi.Ve ablamın odasına girdi.Ben önceden ablama her gelen arkadaşını kapıdan gözetlerdim.Ama o güne kadar hiç bir şey elde edemedim.O gün de edemicem umuduyla bakıyordum.Pelin yanında bir şey getirmişti kapının deliğinden baktığım için tam anlayamadım ama 5-10sn geçince çözdüm olayı bu bir belden bağlamalı ataşehir escort bayan takmaydıVe ikiside soyunmaya başladı.Pelin`in altında beyaz bir kilot vardı.Ve yavaşça çıkardı tabi bende yerimde duramıyordum.durmadan sikimle oynuyor pelini nsl sikeceğimi düşünüyordum.Ve sivri zekamı kullanarak hemen içerdeki kamerayı aldım.Ancak onları kamerayla ani baskınla yakalarsam pelini ailesine söylerim dersem benimle sikişi kabul etcekti.Ama biraz daha şu güzel manzarayı seyretmeliydimpelin ve ablam tamamen soyunmuştu.İlk önce ablam pelin`i sikecekti.Pelin maltepe escort bayan orgazm olmadan onu ilk önce ben etmeliydim.Ve kamerayı hazırladım.Aniden daldım odaya pelin ve ablam neye uğradıklarını şaşırdılar.Pelin hemen giysisiyle o güzel amını kapatmaya çalışıyordu.Ablam ise dona kalmış bana bakıyorudu.Söze hemen girdim.Abla kamera şu an açık eğer pelin`i bana şimdi verirsen bu olay üçümüzün arasında kalır.Ablam bunu pelin`e sor sikilecek olan o dedi(utanmadan).Pelin ise tamam dedi.Bende “pelin hadi gel benim odaya“ seni orda sikecem.Pelin yarı çıplak kadıköy escort bayan girdi ve hemen kapıyı kitledim.Ve pelin`in dudağına yapıştım.Bana soyun dedi.Pelin`e bakiremisin dedim.O da ewet diyince ona yavaş hamlelerle girmeye başladım.Ama çok ufaktı.Hemen şampuan getirdim.İşte buydu.Pelinde bende zevk alıyorduk.Pelin ohh çok güzel die mıraldınıyor ben daha da azıyordum.Ama işler normal gitmedi ve pelin`in amından kan geldi.Onu bozmuştum.Kanın akması benide pelinide hiç umursatmadı.Ve sikişe dewam ettik.Ben boşalıyorum dedim.İkimizden de aynı anda geldi.Ve ben hemen dışarı çıkarttım.Memelerine gelmişti.Pelin ben çok yoruldum dedi ve bıraktık.Artık onunla haftada 2 sefer yapıoz.Tehdit yok kendisi istiyo:)Eğer sizinde ablanızın güzel arkadaşları varsa hiç kaçırmayın.Çünkü bu yaşlar kızlarda tam merak yaşı eğer birazda azgınsa tamam hiç kaçrmayın derimGönderen: temiz çocuk

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Selam millet anlatacam olay bundan 2 hafta önce başımdan geçti benim bir evli teyem variri göğüslü iri kalçalı uzun saçlı 45 yaşında dehşet bir hatundu ikide çocuğu vardı çocukların ikiside ilkokul 2 ve 3 e gidiyorlardı ve bilgisayarları vardıbeni haftada birkaç kez çağıttırıp oyun yüklettirirlerdi bir gün eve geldiğimde teyzemin ağladığını gördüm ne oldu dedim teyzeme(teyzemin ada nesrin)kocam sürekli şehir dışına çıkıyor bundan dolatı çok mutsuzum dedi ve hemen cevabı yapıştırdım istersen ataşehir escort bayan ben seni mutlu ederim dedi teyzem ise terbiyesiz sapık dedi ve tokatı attı bende sinirlenip oradan çıktım,artık teyzem istemesede onu sikecektimbirkaç hafta geçti ve beni yine çağırdılar gittiğimde teyzem çocukların işini gör ve buradan defol git benden uzak dur dedi bu olay beni çok kızdırdı hem rica edip beni çağırıyorlar sonrada emir verip şunu şunu yop diyordu sonra teyzeme maltepe escort bayan sen kendini ne sanıyon dedim ve üzerine atıldımteyzem dur yapma dedi ama ben dinlermiyim üzerindekileri çıkardım(bu arada çocuklara ne oldu diye soracaksanız onlar bilgisayarın başında çoktan oyuna daldılar)yatak odasına attım yalvarmaya başladım ne olur yapma bn kocame ne derim bunu farkederse bende bunu beni azdırmadan önce diyecektin dedim ve dudağına yapıştım daha bu olayı kabullenmiyordu kadıköy escort bayan tokadı yapıştırdığım an kendine geldi sonraki hedefim amına girmrktiyavaaaaşca amına girip çıkıyordum 17 defa amına girdim çıktım girdim çıktım daha sonra götüne girecektim ne olur yapma diye ağlıyordu ben dimlermiyim 21 defada götüne girdim boşalacak gbi oldum ağzına verdim ve hepsini yutmak zorunda kaldıişimi bitirdim ve bir sıgara yaktım cep telefonumu aldığım gibifotoşarını çekmeye başladım daha sonra kendine gelmeye başladı ve sen kocamdanda iyi sikiyorsun gerçekten beni mutlu ettin dedi bende eee sana demedimmi dedim sen bana güven dedim bundan sonra hergün çağırıcam çocuklarıma bilgisayarı iii öğret dedi:)artık fırsat buldukça sikiyorum onu bundan sonraki hedefimde yengem ve ablam varGönderen: delici

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