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It’s late as I walk out the door and step out onto the hardwood of the back porch with just a towel on. In the cool night air, there’s only one porch light on leaving the area lit with a subtle dim glow. The day was hard and now I’m just looking forward to relaxing. As I walk across the smooth red wood approaching the hot tub I peer out into the night sky and admire the stars glistening in the darkness. I approach the control panel on the corner and check the temperature of the water. Content that the temperature will suffice, I flip the switch of the cover remover and watch the water start to appear as the cover slips away. Steam rises into the cool night air, misting in the dim light. Removing my towel and placing it on the corner of the tub, I climb up the step over the side and slide into the warm water. My body relaxes, every muscle getting used to the temperature of the water. Around me above the water of the tub steam continues to mist, seen only by the light in the bottom of the tub and porch light. Everything past the porch is lost to the night as I recline back sinking into the tub. After a few seconds, my face is now the only part of my body that feels the cool air. Closing my eyes, I let a soothing breath escape my lips.

Suddenly I hear it. A faint rustling is coming from the bushes. Sitting up and looking towards where the source of the sound came from, I strain to see a figure approaching in the dark. You stop at the edge of the porch, and look towards me with a coy look on your face. As the dim light cascades over your body, I see you in a beautiful blue bikini and start to feel myself respond to your beauty. Your gaze locks with mine as I start to drink you in. With your lips parted your chest rises and falls with each measured breathe, the straps of your bikini slowly lifting and falling on your skin. My eyes follow your body down across the smooth skin above your bikini bottoms. The fabric hugs your body tightly, and two bows sit on your hips from the strings holding your bikini to you. I watch as you cross your left knee over in front of your right as you shift your weight from one foot to the other. My eyes slowly trace back up the curves of your body and as I meet your gaze a smirk of a smile starts to cross my face.

Your coy look is replaced by one of clear confined confidence as you take a step onto the porch. Slowly, you start to approach the hot tub. I rise to greet you but you stop dead in your tracks as I stand. I panic as I remember I’m naked and turned on by your presence. For a second thinking you’re about to leave, the surprised look on your face is replaced by one much more mischievous. You smile as you reach behind you bahis firmaları and start to work on the bottom bow of your bikini top. The fabric loosens across your chest and my breath hitches as your hands rise up behind your neck. The strings come loose from your hands and your top falls to the deck. I finally remember to breathe, feeling my pulse quicken by the sheer intoxicating sight of your bare breasts before me. The amused smile on your face tells me that you like the feelings you’re stirring in me. I can’t help but think what a tease you can be and how much satisfaction you get from this sweet torture you bring upon me.

In the cool night air I can see your nipples start to harden, showing the coolness of the night mixed with your true arousal. I’m reveling again at the magnificence of your body as you turn towards your right, moving your face away from my view. You pull one of the strings from the bow on your left hip facing me. As the strings become untied, I watch the fabric fall away from your hip leaving nothing but naked skin on you left side. Letting your face turn back to face me, your amused smile has hints of a smirk as your eyes look at the excitement between my legs. I get a glimpse of your fantastic ass while you turn your back to me and pivot around to show me the bow on your right hip. I all but voice my pleadings for you to pull the strings and let the fabric fall to your feet. Slowly, you pull one of the strings away from your body, your eyes locked on mine as I watch your hand intently. As soon as the bow breaks, you drop the string, and the fabric falls to your feet.

The tension is palpable in the night air. Your body in the dim light radiates pure seduction as I see you start to breathe hard again in slow measured breaths. My excitement points to the sky as I lift my right hand to signal you to come join me. You turn in the light to face me as you start to walk over. I trace your body from top to bottom taking in every inch and curve. It’s overwhelming watching your breasts rising and falling with each step, and my eyes keep coming back to your beautifully succulent pussy framed perfectly by your swaying hips. As you place your hands on the side of the hot tub, I watch you lift your right leg over and into the tub and bring your left after and slip yourself into the water.

I reach out and pull you in close. Our lips meet almost instantly and I feel your body shudder against mine as out tongues meet. Your breasts against my chest feel amazing, and I feel your nipples hard against my skin. My left hand locks behind your head and grabs gently at your hair holding your head in our passionate kiss as my right hand sinks kaçak iddaa below the water and around your waist to grab at your beautiful ass. I flex my excitement against your stomach and you break your kiss to look down and see me pointing up right at you. You look back up into my eyes as another wicked grin crosses your face and you sink your body into the water. I expect you to tease me but to my surprise and utter joy you instead take me into your mouth and all the way down in one fluid motion.

I almost buckle over in ecstasy as I just barely keep control holding on by a thread as I run my fingers through your hair. I let you tease me for about a minute before I finally decide I need to taste you. The thought of running my tongue along your pussy taking over all my conscious cognition. I bring you back up into my embrace and hold you in a deep and passionate kiss before I sit you up on the side of the hot tub and lay you back. I decide to use the same approach you did and go straight at you as quickly as possible. My tongue reaches your sweet pussy and I open my eyes to see you arch your back, your breasts lifting to the heavens and your nipples harden begging for attention in the cool air after being submerged in the hot water.

My tongue digs into your pussy lips, separating and finding your most sensitive folds. I only take a few licks before I move up to the sweet pleasure spot I know you love. The moan that escapes your mouth lets me know that I just hit the right spot and I set out to let you have it. Sweet moans and whimpers escape past your lips while my tongue continues to trace the sensitive folds of your pussy and graze your clit lightly. You’re distracted and don’t realize until they’re past your parting lips that I have two fingers slowly entering your pussy. They slowly slide inside you and when I get deep enough I curl them towards me. The hitch in your breath is sudden and followed by a slight sigh as you adjust to the new pleasure coursing through your veins from my relentless assault of pleasure.

It’s only a few minutes of sweet torture but I finally decide I can’t wait any longer. I want to be inside you, to feel you envelope and hold me tight. I take a few lingering last licks at the sweet juices your letting loose as my fingers slowly slide out of you. I give your pussy one last kiss before I sink back into the water bringing you with me. Settling on my knees on the floor of the hot tub I pull you close. You float up and wrap your legs around my back and then start to slide down in front of me. Your sweet pussy engulfs me as we kiss, holding each other as close as possible as you sink as deep as I will go in you. We both let kaçak bahis moans escape our lips while kissing but can’t stop; the feeling is pure euphoria. Being inside of you has me lost in ecstasy. The water holds us suspended in time and space only increasing the euphoric feeling for both of us.

I feel your hips start to rise and fall as I start to slowly move in and out of you, enjoying each stroke, each one eliciting a shiver from the base of my spine all the way to my skull, and it makes me surge deeper into you trying to fill and hit every inch inside you. My arms wrapped around your back under your arms easily move you up and down in the water which allows me to quicken the pace and truly start fucking you. I feel you squeeze me in the water and it only increases my urgency to fuck you more.

By the time were both ready to climax, there’s water splashing out of the hot tub onto the deck. We’re both so out of breathe that we can’t sustain a kiss so instead our heads are pushing on one another as we both gasp for air. Our eyes are shut tight as we pull each other as tight as possible but unrelenting in our need to fuck furiously. I finally can’t take it anymore and go as hard as I can for a few thrusts before finally driving deep in you and finally succumb to my release. I feel you spasm around me as your climax comes crashing in just on the eve of mine. I hold you tight as you wither and shake, feeling the orgasmic euphoria erupt through your body.

My arms start to relax as I feel your body calm. We both hold each other in blissful embrace as the water starts to settle and the cool night air begins to caress our bodies. Our bodies sink back into the water so that only our heads remain in the mist rising off the water’s surface. I’m still trying to catch my breath as I look into your eyes. Your gaze meets mine, your eyes piercing as I hear your breath start to calm. When I feel my breathing become steady and even, I lean in, and feel your lips meet mine.

We simply hold each other for a while, lightly stroking and kissing each other. The water warms us in its sweet embrace as the night sky shimmers above us. I open my eyes to see the mist coming off the water steaming, creating a dreamlike scene around us in dim light of the porch. Your head rests on my shoulder and I settle back against the seat of the tub.

As we sit there in each other’s embrace, I look over and admire your beautiful body. In the clear water, I can see your curves and drink in every inch of your body. It’s not long before I start to harden again. As if sensing it, you look down and then gaze back up into my eyes, that sly smile crossing your lips. I smile at you and nod towards the back door. You look at me as if contemplating for a second and then in one swift movement, I see your gorgeous body racing for the door. As I get out I can only imagine what awaits me in the bedroom…

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Do you believe in love? I try to believe in it, deep inside I want to. But reality has shown me that love is far from the fairytale in a book or movie. Love can be excruciatingly painful and often doesn’t have the ‘happily ever after’ ending. I’ve seen enough of bad endings, with family, friends, and even myself. I thought I wasn’t destined for true love, the love where you walk with your head in the clouds all day, where you can’t stop smiling because butterflies are tickling the inside of your stomach, until on one October morning things would change.

It was one of those dreary mornings where I look out of my bedroom window and all I see is one solid grey sky. The sun was completely hidden from view and the only thing I wanted to do was crawl back into my bed, throw the sheets over my head, and fall asleep again. But instead I had to force myself to get ready for work. I live and work in a fairly big city and for me the metro is the easiest way to go to work. While not my favorite way to travel, it’s reliable, most of the time, and I don’t get stuck in traffic jams.

The three metro lines, or subway as they call it in most places outside my province, Quebec, are the veins of the city. A lot of people like me use it every day to get to their destinations in the morning, or evening. And because so many people use it as their main way to commute around the city, it can be very cramped at times. When I’m in the metro I like observing my fellow passengers. While there is a lot of diversity in skin color, hair color, size and style of clothing, I noticed most passengers have that same expressionless look on their face, tucked away in a book or newspaper or just staring into the nothingness in front of them. There’s always a lack of acknowledgment of their fellow commuters as they shuffle around, reluctantly making room for one another while they hide in their own little bubble, listening to their iPods or just look passed each other.

It wasn’t different on that gloomy Thursday morning when I sat in the metro, lucky to have a seat. People in front of me were uncomfortable moving around to let new passengers in while the metro stood still at another stop. I was looking around when two sunflower yellow sneakers caught my eye. I don’t know why, but it was something cheerful amidst brown, black and grey shoes, and curious to whom they belonged to; I followed the jeans, which were connected to the shoes, upwards. But because of the mass of bodies huddled closer together than most people are comfortable with in a normal situation, I couldn’t see the face that belonged to the yellow sneakers. The metro came to a halt at the university stop and the yellow sneakers disappeared from the metro.

Probably a student then, I thought to myself, and while the metro continued its journey, the yellow shoes were forgotten and my mind was occupied with tasks that had to be done that day at work.

A few days later I was on my way to work again; all seats were occupied when I got in so I was leaning with my back against the side, staring aimlessly down, deep in thought when I saw them again, the sunflower yellow sneakers. They were standing in front of the door, not far from where I stood. Although all seats were occupied, the metro wasn’t overcrowded and curiously I looked up to see more of this mysterious person this time.

I noticed it was a girl but unfortunately the girl, to whom the shoes belonged to, was standing with her back towards me. She wasn’t tall, about 5’2″ and her brown hair reached to just a few inches over her shoulders. She wore a dark brown jacket, in contrast to her yellow shoes, and black pants. For some strange reason, there was something about her that fascinated me. Her demeanor, her appearance, or maybe just her yellow sneakers, I wasn’t really sure. But I knew I wanted to know more about her.

But it would be a bit strange to tap a stranger on the shoulder, someone I’ve never talked to before, and say: “Hey, those are some nice shoes, I just wanted to know what you look like.” So I did nothing. And when the metro reached the University stop, I watched her step out, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face as she turned to walk to the exit. But she didn’t turn enough for me to see her face and when the metro pulled away, she disappeared out of sight.

The next few days I was paying extra attention to spot the girl with the yellow shoes. I had never seen at what stop she got onto the metro and I was getting very curious, or maybe a little bit obsessed, about this mysterious person. Days passed without a glimpse of the yellow shoes. Until, on a sunny Friday morning I was sitting in the metro again on my way to work. For some reason it’s always less crowded on sunny days, or maybe it was because it was a Friday, or maybe a mix of both, but there were enough free seats available, even next to me.

It was only the second stop after the stop where I get in when the doors of the metro opened and a pair of yellow shoes were standing and waiting on the platform. I quickly looked illegal bahis up and there she was, my mysterious person. Finally I could see the face of the mysterious owner of the yellow shoes, and what kind of a face. Her shapely face, framed by her medium brown hair, was more beautiful than I had imagined. Her sweet brown eyes looked aimlessly forward, as if deep in thought. But it must have been pleasant thoughts, because the corners of her soft pink lips were curled up into a smile.

Suddenly she looked straight at me, her eyebrows arched in a questioning look. Then I realized what I was doing. I was sitting there staring at her, with the look on my face of a child looking into the window of a toy store. I quickly looked the other way, while I cursed myself for my dorky behavior. She must have thought I was some kind of weirdo for staring at her with a strange look on my face.

To my surprise I saw her coming towards me in the reflection of the metro window, and actually sat down beside me. I was thinking hard about what to say to her to explain me staring at her like that. I could say something funny to make her laugh and various comical comments popped into my mind, but were soon dismissed as too cheeky. Then I remembered what a friend of mine once said, when we were in a discussion about similar situations like this, the stranger part, not the staring like a weirdo part. She said that sometimes a simple “hello” was more than enough. Not knowing what else to say, I decided to try it. If it wouldn’t work I could always blame my friend. Tell her she was wrong.

I turned my head to the girl and said: “Hello.”

“Hi,” she replied softly. I was still thinking about what to say next when she spoke again. “It may sound a little strange, but you just looked at me as if you recognized me from somewhere. Do you recognize me from somewhere? “

Okay, so she saw me staring at her, but fortunately she thought it was a look of recognition instead of a creepy look.

“Your yellow sneakers,” I said without thinking. As soon as the words left my mouth I was cursing to myself for not thinking before actually saying something.

“My yellow sneakers?” She asked as she giggled softly. “How do you know my yellow sneakers?”

I couldn’t help myself from smiling, thinking about how strange that must have sounded, and I decided to confess to her.

“Well, it may sound a bit strange, but a few days ago I saw you in the metro, well I saw your yellow sneakers. But it was so crowded, I could only see your sneakers and I was curious about the person who was wearing those yellow sneakers.”

“And you still remembered that, even a few days later?” the girl ask, grinning at me.

I wasn’t really sure how to answer that. It did sound a bit silly. I looked her in the eyes and winked. “There are some things I just don’t want to forget.”

“Well, aren’t you the charmer,” she said, a light red blush adorning her face.

We laughed and the ice was broken. Soon we were swapping funny anecdotes about the metro and things related to it. And it was all too soon that her stop was nearing.

“I have to get off at the next stop. It was nice meeting you…”

“Tom,” I said quickly.

“Meggie,” she replied holding out her hand.

“It was certainly nice meeting you, Meggie,” I said while taking her hand into mine.

The following weeks we ran into each other in the metro regularly. Those ten minutes we spent together sitting or standing next to each other were something special, our little thing. Bit by bit we got to know each other. We talked about my work, her studies, little things that kept us busy or big things that were important to us.

There was always this sexual tension between us, the playful punch she gave me when I made another one of my bad jokes, the pat on her leg I gave her when we had to laugh when she said something silly. Those electric touches that lingered through our bodies but we both didn’t want to admit they were there.

It was early December and the first snow had fallen. The city was covered in its first white of the winter and it always has something magical. I decided I wanted to do something about the relationship with Meggie. She seemed to be in my head more often than not and I could no longer deny that I had feelings for her. On the occasional day that I didn’t see her in the metro, I felt disappointed. Luckily those days were few because she knew which metro I always took to work and would be ready and waiting on the platform to get in on that same metro.

On that first snowy day Meggie came in and sat next to me. We said our hellos and of course the snowfall was our conversation subject. After a while I changed the subject.

“Meggie, we never talked about this, but I have a feeling there’s more between us than we both want to admit.”

“That could be possible,” Meggie said with a mysterious smile.

“Well possibly, would you go out to dinner with me sometime then?” I asked, looking into her sweet brown eyes.

“Well, illegal bahis siteleri possibly, I could say yes to that.”

“I could possibly even cook for you,” I said, while winking at her.

“That’s possibly even more interesting,” she responded, staring somewhat dreamily.

“Tell you what. You know when I take the metro so we’ll do this. Next week, if I see you in the metro on Monday, I take you out for dinner. If I see you on Tuesday, I’ll cook for you at my place. If I see you on Wednesday, we’ll never talk about this ever again.”

Meggie thought for a moment and then smiled at me. “Okay, deal.”

—–

The next Monday I was standing a bit nervous in the metro. I wondered if Meggie remembered what we had agreed on. Or maybe she had started to doubt over the weekend and would not show up any more at all. But I didn’t believe that, she would show up, the question was when.

When the metro stopped at ‘her’ stop there was no sign of yellow shoes. No dinner in a restaurant then, I thought to myself. I couldn’t help but to feel a little disappointed, but there was still tomorrow.

The next day I was more nervous, if she wouldn’t show up this time, we would never talk about it again. Nothing would ever happen between us. Her stop was fast approaching and I could feel my hands getting a little sweaty. The metro stopped, the doors opened and there she was, a warm smile radiating from her beautiful face. She spotted me quickly and walked over to me, but just when I wanted to say something she stood up on her toes, leaned into me and pressed her lips on mine. It was so unexpected that it took some time for me to react while she kissed me.

Just when I started to react by wrapping my arms around her, she broke the kiss. Meggie snuggled her face within my neck as if she was a little embarrassed at what she had just done. We stood there for a while in a loving embrace, not talking, her arms around my waist, and my arms around her shoulders.

The following days I was walking around with my head in the clouds. It is strange how things can look so different when you’re in love. The rain didn’t bring me down, work seemed to be less of a drag, and I saw the good things of life instead of grumbling about the bad things. On one of those days, when I saw Meggie in the metro, I gave her my address and we agreed that she would be at my apartment on Friday at seven in the evening.

That Friday evening I was nervously running around my apartment, making sure everything looked neat and clean. My apartment is located in one of the more popular areas of the city, not far from where I live there are a lot of bars and restaurants, yet my street is reasonably quiet. I live on the top floor of the three story building. In the back I have a big balcony, where I like to sit in the sun or barbeque, although it’s not very useful in winter. There are wooden floors all throughout the house, except for the bathroom. And I’ve decorated everything so my apartment has an antique feel to it, you can even hear it when you walk around and the floor creaks beneath your feet.

The dinner table in the living room was all made up, plates, cutlery, and candles of course. Some easy listening music was softly playing in the background. I’m reasonably tall, about 5’11” and for the occasion I’d put on black dress pants and a white shirt. I had contemplated to wear a tie, but I threw that idea away and just left the top two buttons open. I’m not the greatest cook; I’m the first to admit that, so I prepared a not too difficult meal, chicken with spicy sauce and rice with some salad on the side. I was just putting the last touches on the meal when the doorbell rang.

Looking at the clock, I saw it was already seven and I hurried to open the door. There stood Meggie, more beautiful than I’d seen her in the metro. She wore a strapless dress and as she walked in and took off her jacket, it showed more skin than I’d ever seen in the metro. The smell of a clean, refreshing perfume reached my nostrils as she passed me.

“My, you look stunning tonight. But where are your yellow shoes?” I smiled, looking at her black heels.

“You don’t look bad yourself,” she laughed, “I didn’t think yellow shoes would be appropriate for the occasion.”

I took her coat and showed her around the apartment before we sat down for dinner. Meggie and I never really had a long talk, since the metro ride only took about ten minutes before it reached Meggie’s stop, so I was a bit worried about how it would be to have all evening to talk to each other. But as the dinner progressed, it felt so natural and easy to talk to each other, like we knew each other for years. It was not hard for us to find topics as we both love to travel.

We talked and joked and laughed. I couldn’t resist making a teasing comment once in a while, which made Meggie blush. The air was charged with sexual tension. The innocent touch as my hand brushed hers was almost electric. Unnoticeable and sometimes obvious we were looking each other up canlı bahis siteleri and down, yearning for what we secretly wanted to do to each other. After we finished our dinner, we both leaned contently back in our chairs.

“So what’s for dessert?” Meggie asked.

I thought for a moment, realizing I had totally forgotten about dessert.

“Already? Haven’t you had enough food yet?” I replied, trying to joke my way out of it.

“It was great, but there’s always room for dessert.”

“Okay, well for dessert we’ll have to move to the couch,” I said, buying myself some time.

“The couch? What kind of dessert is that? That it needs to be served on a couch?” Meggie laughed as she stood up and walked towards the living room.

“You’ll see.”

I quickly went to the kitchen and looked around. Of course there was nothing in the fridge I could use as dessert and I had never bought new ice-cream after I ran out at the end of the summer. Other options would take too long to prepare. Then I saw the bowl of white grapes on the kitchen counter. I had bought the grapes two days ago and now they looked juicy and ready to be eaten. Oh well, this will have to do, I thought, picking up the bowl.

When I walked into the living room, Meggie was already sitting on the couch.

“Grapes? That’s our dessert?” she laughed, looking at me while I walked towards her and put the bowl on the coffee table.

“Yes, don’t you like them?”

“I love them, but I had expected something… different.”

“Well sometimes, Meggie…” I said, sitting down on the couch next to her, “… sometimes simpler is better.”

I picked up a big grape, put it between my teeth and leaned in towards her. Anticipating what I wanted her to do, she moved her head towards me and I felt her soft lips on mine as she gripped the grape with her teeth. Looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes, she bit down, causing the grape to burst and the sweet juices trickled in our mouths. She sucked the grape in and broke the kiss while she chewed and swallowed the grape.

“Mmm, maybe you’re right,” she said, taking a grape from the bowl and bend towards me, her teeth clenching the grape. I put my lips on hers and bit the grape, making it burst and sucking it in.

We fed each other grape after grape this way until I had an idea. I grabbed Meggie’s legs, lifted them up, and placed them down over my lap. Meggie lay down on the couch, giggling softly, wondering what I was going to do. I took a grape between my teeth and leaned forward, just above her collarbone. Then I bit down and the nectar dripped down on her skin. I quickly ate the grape, before moving my mouth over her collarbone and neck, sucking the grape juice from her skin, tasting the sweet fluid. Meggie softly purred at the touch.

I picked up another grape and this time hovered above the cleft of her breasts before making the grape burst and juice dripped down between her breasts. I ran my tongue over her soft skin, licking up the watery substance. I looked at her as my hands gripped the top of her dress and pulled it slowly down, exposing her perky breasts. Meggie didn’t protest. I picked up another grape, my teeth taking hold of it and hovered above her left breast, making the grape juice drip down onto her nipple and around it. I started licking up the juices from her breast, moving towards her nipple. She gasped when my tongue touched her nipple as I made sure I licked up every sweet drop. I sucked her nipple for a moment before pulling away.

I did the same with the other nipple and Meggie moaned softly at the attention her breasts were getting. When I wanted to pick up another grape, Meggie stopped me by grabbing my arm.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said with a seductive smile.

She stood up from the couch and turned towards me. The dress hung down her stomach and I marveled at her shapely breasts bouncing freely as she moved. She bent forward, slightly grinning, pushing her breasts in my face while she tugged the shirt out of my pants, not bothering with the buttons. I kissed her soft, delicate skin which being pressed into my face.

She pulled the shirt up and over my head and threw it aside. Her hand pushed on my chest, indicating I had to lie down. I watched Meggie pick up a grape as I lay down on the couch. Kneeling next to me, she bit the grape and I felt the fluid drip onto my chest, just below my collarbone. Not long after it was followed by her warm, wet tongue licking it up, kissing my chest a few times before she reached for the next grape.

The next grape was placed lower as she pressed her lips on my skin to suck the grape juice off. Lower and lower she went until she had burst the next grape over my belly button and after licking up the drops of juice, she moved her face up. But instead of taking a new grape, she started to unbutton the top of my pants, and slowly undid the zipper. She looked at me, licking her lips seductively as her hands grabbed the waistband of my pants and shorts and pulled them down.

“Mmmmm, now there’s my real dessert,” she said, looking at my erect member. The sight of her half naked body, the teasing with the grapes, the kissing and licking, it all had made me extremely aroused and my rod was hard and pointing slightly upwards.

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I am a senior in college, and I am a fairly horny person. I have noticed this one girl lately who I am starting to get to know. We have started to hang out after being lab partners in chemistry. With finals coming up, I approached her after class.

“Hey! You want to study at my place tonight? Maybe like 7?” I managed to blurt out.

“Sure, I would love to,” she said, smirking. I wondered why she was smiling. Maybe she had noticed me looking at her. God, she was beautiful. She was wearing a tight little miniskirt, with a halter top over those beautiful firm breasts. She had beautiful brown hair that she wore in unbelievably sexy pigtails. Her face was beautiful and perfect. She had a perfect body with wonderful curves. She was trim, but not too thin. I could just imagine her working on my cock as it was already getting hard.

It was 6:45 when I was just getting canlı bahis the table in my apartment ready. I heard a knock on the door.

“Coming.” I said, almost laughing. I opened the door, and she was grinning.

“So, you’re coming?” she asked.

“No,” I laughed.

“Well, maybe we can change that.”

“What?” I said. I was in disbelief. Was she saying what I thought she was?

“You heard me. I’ve noticed you, James. I know you want me. I need your cock. I want to satisfy you. You know you want it.” She pulled off her shirt to reveal her large, firm breasts. She proceeded to push me over to the couch and unzip my pants. She immediately pulled out my already hard cock, and slowly slid it into her mouth. She was so good. She went at it like a pro. She took off her pants and showed me her wonderful lace panties in hopes of getting me more excited. She stroked bahis siteleri my member, and started licking the tip. I shuddered with pleasure as she went down over the shaft, and then she licked my testicles, and rolled them around in her mouth. She let out a loud moan, as she deepthroated it. Then, she started sucking and stroking my penis with her velvety lips. I could feel my balls shuddering with the cum I so desperately wanted to shoot into her mouth. She went for one more hard stroke, and I felt the cum shoot into her mouth. We moaned together as my warm, thick cum shot into her mouth.

She kept going until every last drop of warm, thick cum was out of my cock, and down her throat.

“I need your cock. I need you to penetrate my pussy. I am so wet. Do it. Slide your huge cock into my warm, wet vagina.” She took off her panties slowly, exposing her wet pussy lips. bahis şirketleri Her clitoris was already aroused. I set her down on the couch, and stared suck on her nipples until they were hard. She let out a low moan. I held my cock out in front of her beautiful pussy. And with a slow, forceful push I slid my cock into her vagina. I started moaning as her pussy lips squeezed my cock, as I started pumping my cock in and out of her warm, wet cunt. She started moaning, and spread her legs even wider, making my cock slide in and out effortlessly.

“OOOOhhhhh, uuuuhhh!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!!UUUUUHHHHH!!! I think I’m gonna cum!!!” she yelled. I felt her juices sliding down all over my cock. She laid me down, and started sliding her entire entire body over my slick shaft. My testicles started squeezing, and a ton of cum shot up through the head of my cock, into her hot, soaking wet pussy.

“UUUUUUUUHHHHH!!! I want my cum in your hot cooter,” I moaned. She squeezed my body started licking my neck. She then started licking my tongue. We then fell asleep with my cock still in her tight pussy.

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(Everybody is eighteen here, okay? Enjoy. Google a ‘girl in the mirror’ picture before you read this. Imagine what she’s thinking. See if you picked the right one after you read the story.)

*

I watch her, the girl in the mirror, as she watches me.

I wrinkle my forehead. I think, “I do not mind this problem of body image so much as I mind the idea that I, as a woman, am supposed to be happy all the time.”

She agrees. Her forehead is wrinkled, too.

Hey, I know we’re pretty, I’ve been told that over and over, since I was just a little girl. She smiles, remembering.

I smile back.

I take her picture, careful to cut it off at our chins. This is a body shot.

I do not think I am sexy.

I think the top is too slender, the boobs ridiculously small.

I think the bottom is too fat, the legs too heavy.

I’m glad my feet are small. I have lots of shoes at every store that fit.

Despite all the limitations, I have a boyfriend, somehow.

He finds me beautiful, or at least, that’s what he tells me.

I’d rather he said that I was interesting.

I mean, he’s hot, I admit I think so, but he’s so interesting, too.

Why does he have such a hard time talking when we are close, when we are alone together?

Why does he always have to _touch_ me?

Don’t get me wrong, I like him to touch me, I just…

I just wish he would talk to me, a lot, first.

I wish he would explain what he likes about me, so I could tell…

So I could tell if he likes me as much as I like him.

If he could do that, well,

He could do anything he wants.

I’ll never tell him that.

The girl in the mirror asks, or, I can tell she’s thinking, “Anything?”

I’ll have to think about that.

It’s so hard!

(She giggles.) That word.

(I giggle.) It is really, really hard.

We both laugh together. She’s like my best and worst friend, ever.

I’m going to get a water soluble marker and paint all the parts he’s kissed so far.

Wouldn’t you like to see bahis firmaları _that_ picture? Sorry –

It’s just for me and the girl in the mirror.

I’ll tell you this much – He has kissed my lips, my cheeks, and one ear.

He has kissed my neck on both sides, and my shoulders.

While he was doing that, he reached under my bra and touched one of my nipples.

Not both.

I won’t tell you which one, but me and the girl in the mirror, we know which one.

I won’t tell you what he wanted to do, but I let him kiss my belly button, instead.

That would be marked.

He wasn’t disappointed I wouldn’t let him reach beneath my skirt because he made me, I mean, I let him make me take his thing out and rub it with my hand.

I learned he would kiss my belly button really, really good if I rubbed his thing just the right way.

He doesn’t know it, but I’ll always remember how to do it. The right way, I mean.

He was really proud of his progress that night. I made him promise not to tell anyone.

I told the girl in the mirror when I got home. We watched each other as we repeated each touch, each kiss, visiting each place so that we would always remember.

I don’t know why it’s important to remember. I think the girl in the mirror knows.

On our next date, he gave me a bracelet. It was silver, with a silver heart and a small blue stone. I put it on and it was so lovely.

It was the first time that I kissed him, first.

I think I cried, just a little, and he wiped my tears with his finger, so gently.

So sweet.

“What’s this for?” I asked.

He looked hurt. Maybe I didn’t say my question right.

I kissed him, again, a quick peck on the cheek, next to his lips, and told him not to be unhappy, that I was so happy with his gift and no one had ever given me anything like that before, but I needed him to tell me what he was thinking, when he bought it.

He looked so confused!

He thought a minute, and said, “I just wanted you to have something from me that you could look kaçak iddaa at when we’re not together. I mean, …”

“Hush,” I said, “Now is the time to kiss me like you really, really mean it.”

He did.

That kiss lasted, well, I don’t know how long.

I think we changed clothes somewhere in the middle.

That doesn’t sound right.

We didn’t have sex or anything, not that time.

It was just a really, really long kiss.

I think our lips would have to get married after that kiss. We really knew how to kiss after that. Our kisses, well, I’d enter them in the Olympics if there was such a thing.

I love kissing him.

That night, I let him put his hand under my skirt. I wouldn’t touch his thing but I told him he could touch me.

There.

Under my panties.

He was so excited, he was shaking all over, at least his hands were shaking. He got halfway up my thigh and I pressed his hand against my leg so he’d stop trembling.

He did.

His hands felt so warm on my skin. It just felt right for him to touch me.

I worried that he’d find me kind of gross, there.

He didn’t.

He seemed to like it. He tickled me and rubbed me, watching my eyes so he could see if I liked it or not.

I liked it.

I said, “Kiss me while you touch me, okay?”

He kissed me and rubbed his fingers against my bottom. I had to help him find just the right spot and to rub it just the right way.

Both our hands were under my skirt by this time.

He did pretty good by the time I was through.

I bit his lip, though, when I … finished.

He thought he had hurt me.

“No,” I said, “You did good.”

We kissed a quick kiss and looked at each other.

Something had changed.

He wanted me to rub him, afterward, but I wouldn’t. I knew it was evil, but I told him that I was mad that he asked me. He started apologizing and I laughed.

“NO means NO,” I said, “But you have to take it out and rub it while I watch.”

He almost broke his zipper he was in such a hurry. kaçak bahis He had a hard time getting it free of his underpants, so I told him, “Silly, undo your belt and pull you pants down and pull your underwear down.”

He did as I said. I felt so bad, not bad, I mean, I felt so evil. He was so easy once it got hard. His thing, I mean.

He started rubbing it, really fast.

“NO,” I said, “Rub it slow. I want to watch.”

He rubbed it slower. It was like he was my slave, doing just what I wanted.

It was so wet all over. Up and down, his hand wobbling he was so excited. He was watching my face as he did it.

“It’s so big. So big and hard.” I admit, I said this kind of slow and sexy.

I am so mean.

He rubbed it faster like he couldn’t stop, even though I’d told him not to.

“Do you want to kiss my breasts?” I asked, innocently.

That ended the experiment.

I had to check myself all over before he dropped me off. I wanted to be sure no one in the dorm could tell what we had done. Evidence. Forensics. DNA.

I hope he checked his car inside just as carefully.

The girl in the mirror smiled slyly at me that night. I think she liked it that I had been assertive in my physical relationship with my boyfriend. I think she was excited that we were exploring modes of expression, like in psychology class.

She had on a bracelet just like mine.

We agreed we would never take it off, but I did when I went to bed. I stared at it on the bedside table before I went to sleep.

He called me just as I was about to drift off. I felt so sleepy.

“I love you,” he said.

I let a long silence pass by.

“I like you a lot,” I said, “But I’m not ready to tell you how I feel, yet.”

“Can we go out tomorrow night?”

He didn’t mean ‘out’, he meant ‘in’. What an ogre. He was probably touching himself while we were talking. Yuck.

“I have to go shopping. Call me after lunch.”

“What are you shopping for?”

Nosy.

“I have to buy you a present.” I hung up, quick, and turned the phone off.

I was awake, now, so I got up, took off my nightgown, and stood before the mirror.

The girl in the mirror winked at me. I wonder if … don’t say it.

I winked back.

Bedtime.

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She was beautiful. The dirty blonde hair on the fair to perfection skin, her full red lips, her eyes! Her blue eyes could see into is soul. And they looked up as she sucked his cock. Her long fingers and red nails making marks in his stomach as she moaned taking him as deep as she could. He could do nothing but smile as he watched her “work”. He ran his fingers through her hair and took it all in, the feeling was incredible, and she was an expert.

“That’s it baby; take it all, I want you to swallow it all.”

She paused and nodded and then continued with renewed vigor, he was getting close and she knew it.

He was just about there when she said, “You can have your piece of junk back now”.

Have “what”? He was foggy when he felt the more than the nudge on the shoulder. “Louis have you heard a fucking word I’ve said to you?”

He shook himself more for the effect than anything else. His world came back to him, so instead of Gretta his ultra-hot, just out of school, twenty-something engineer giving him a blow job she was there all business telling him his worthless machine was ready to run. “Sorry Gret, it’s been a long day, and I was in my own little world, so it’s fixed and no more problems, right?” She smiled and then recanted what she had told him earlier when he was in the land of “what to be”. She was stunning, how in the world could his new electrical engineer be so good looking, as well as the best and fastest trouble shooter in the plant? To boot she could use the word “fuck” in a sentence and not miss a beat. Hours were long but no doubt Gretta was one of the perks.

He found his shift supervisor and told him not to dick anything up during the evening, but don’t hesitate to call if something came up. He then called home to tell his wife he was coming home. She didn’t buy it, he had already missed his son’s baseball practice (he was one of the coaches no less) his daughter’s soccer scrimmage and of course dinner. He promised he’d be home in an hour, all he got was “You’re from Missouri, Show Me!” and she hung up.

Instead of going back to his office he made an about face and headed for the parking lot. It was getting cool out now and even though time hadn’t changed it was still dark. Damn he thought one day I’m getting out of here before the sun sets. He climbed into his truck and set off for home. The one good thing was that he was only about ten miles from his house along a couple of country roads; it made getting to and from work a breeze even though at times he didn’t allow himself to “unwind” from the days events. He looked at his watch it was right at 8:00 pm, hell he’d at least catch the last half of CSI!

About half way home he spotted a car along the road facing him with the flashers on, and to his surprise a rather tall woman flagging him down in the middle of the road. He slowed down and stopped. To his utter disbelief there was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen looking at him rather nervously. He quickly saw that her car had a flat tire, and by the looks of it, it was a rental.

“Thank goodness you stopped, I’m really sorry to bother you, but I need some help”.

With the best College education and military training all he could muster was “sure, no problem”. He then pulled his truck around so his lights could illuminate her car and put on his flashers.

He was stumped, he knew several cars had passed him coming from her direction, this had to have just happened or those people that drove by were out of their minds.

He walked up and he introduced himself, she shook his hand firmly and told him her name was Beth and that she was trying to take a short cut to get to I-35 since she had to be in Austin for a meeting in the morning. Seemed reasonable he thought, he smiled and made the mental note to STOP watching anymore of those damn CSI’s shows, he had to be more trusting.

He did applaud himself for making the Buick as a rental, she wasn’t a typical Buick driver, most of them had blue hair a handicapped sticker and couldn’t see over the dash. He pegged her as Saab or Lexus type. As he managed to get the spare out (thank God GM still offered full sized spares!) he noticed that she stood way too close and smelled way to good. When he stopped a couple of times she asked if everything was “okay” and could she “do anything for him”. He politely told her “no” and forced himself not to look at her, he could “feel” her next to him, plus after his little mental adventure with Gretta he admitted to himself that he was at the point in his life where helping someone out outweighed the chances of getting any “poon”. Damn he was getting old!! So they chatted about work, family (she said she was single) the kindness of strangers and cars, her “real” car was a G35, oh well he was still happy he got the rental right.

It only took about twenty minutes to get everything changed and after getting the car off the jack he looked at her full length, she was as tall as him (without the heels), a mane of brunette hair and very green illegal bahis eyes. He decided that it was best to continue with the selfless service so he told her that if she could just make it about 5 miles without blowing out another tire she’d hit I-35 south. They both had a laugh and he could only think that some lucky guy knew what those lips tasted like and what lurked underneath the just so right red business dress.

As she got into the car she reached out and took his hand once more. This time he was not prepared for the literal shock. He felt as if his entire body was on fire. His vision went white and he thought his ears would pop he heard her voice, “You are a good person and have a good soul Louis, more people in the world should be like you. For your act this evening and everything you have done in your life you will receive a gift, now go home to your family”.

In a second he was standing ten feet in front of his truck and nothing was there. He looked up and down the road and no rental Buick. He quickly checked his hands and no dirt or grime from changing the tire. Lights came up on him and a truck stopped. The driver asked if he was “okay”. Louis said yes and asked if he had passed a car on his way down the road, the driver told him “no” and then went on to ask if he’d been drinking. He assured him that he hadn’t and then Louis thought what in the wide world of sports was he going to tell his wife for being late? With that he looked at his watch it showed 8:10.

He got in the truck and his clock on his radio confirmed that his watch was right. What the hell? In all of those stories people tell about abductions they loose time. He didn’t loose anything, in fact it was like it didn’t even happen at all. The short trip home was a blur; he tried to put the pieces together so it would make sense. Nothing did. As he pulled down the drive he knew that his next check up he had to mention Gulf War Syndrome to the doctor.

As he entered the house through the garage he was met by his nine year old daughter coming out of the bathroom still in her soccer uniform.

“Mom, there is a strange man in the house!”

Her mother in the living room grading her third grade classes math papers didn’t even look up “that’s your father Hunter the one all those pictures around the house”.

She laughed as he fake laughed and hugged her, she told him that they “kicked butt” in the scrimmage and she got two goals and was robbed of a hat trick. He looked at her and knew in a few short years she was going to be trouble. She was going to be lean and mean, and with a brother only 17 months older she was just as tough as any boy. Leather and lace, fire and ice you name it Hunter was it.

Ethan called out from the game room, his almost 11 year old son was the all American boy, handsome, smart and gifted in the class room and on any field of play. He was playing PS2 baseball. “Dad, Coach Tony says you owe him 3 laps and 50 push up for tonight”.

Louis stopped in the hall, “All that for missing a lousy fall ball practice?”

“No because he had to throw batting practice, Derrick’s dad wasn’t there either”

Louis mulled that at 42 he was out there at least twice a week throwing BP to 11 kids at 35 pitches each, let’s see Zito or Santana do that at 42 on that kind of rest!

He entered the living room and his wife Misty looked up at him. She tried not to smile when she glanced at her watch, but she did. She was still a very good looking woman at 45. In their thirteen years of marriage they had rarely had a fight and while the activity in the bedroom had slowed down since the kids, they were still the best of friends, soul mates everyone told them.

She stretched and told him dinner was in the microwave; she then reached around and in a single motion removed her bra and pulled out from under her shirt. He was always amazed that she could do that, it was like magic. She sighed and gave the still very firm 36C’s a gentle scratch.

“Yeah baby, let those dogs out to hunt!”

She threw the bra at him and said that he would never grow up. He leaned down and kissed her and put both hands on her breasts and told her he was trained in “ATBM” she gave him a sideways look, at which he explained that it was “Advanced Tactical Breast Massage” a secret government course that he completed years ago.

She told him the only thing that needs to get completed was the math papers she was doing. He went into the kitchen and got his plate out of the microwave and sat down at the table. Misty called out and told him that he could eat in there with her and watch CSI if he wanted. He came into the room and put on the jazz music channel. She looked over at him.

“Not solving the mystery on CSI tonight Sherlock Holmes Jr?”

“No, not tonight, I’ve had enough mysteries for one day”

“The plant acting up again?”

“Yeah, I’ve really had it up to here with the ghost in the machine crap”

“Mechanical or Electrical?”

Between bites of a very good roast he said, “Electrical”.

“So illegal bahis siteleri did Gretta save your ass once again?”

He managed a laugh and told her yes. Misty had taken Gretta under her wing, she was one of the few women at the plant, and being new to the area she didn’t have that many friends. It was difficult to find a date for her, not too many single male elementary teachers out there. Plus she put more hours in than Louis did.

“Maybe we can have her out for Thanksgiving if she isn’t going home? I can always use a hand with making the stuffing.

Louis closed his eyes and told himself he was such a pig. His word association with Gretta and Stuffing did not conger up visions of Thanksgiving dinner!

The rest of the evening was uneventful, Louis thought about telling Misty what happened coming home, but decided against it. It didn’t make sense; he knew he had been working a lot of hours, but what took place defied explanation. A “gift for being a good person”? What kind of crap was that? Hell, he would be overcome with emotion by winning the “Texas Two Step” on the weekly lotto, now that he thought would be a gift. He wasn’t greedy, just thankful for what he had.

He tucked the kids in and went to his bedroom. Misty was already in bed, as he went into the bathroom she called out. “If I’m asleep when you get here remember I love you”.

He told her he’d be right there, Misty said “good” he could give her a little head massage before she fell drifted off. Louis got into bed and she was out like a light. In the darkness he gave her head a gentle massage, he could see her smile as she snuggled down in the sheets, life wasn’t too bad he thought, strange but not too bad at all.

The digital clock read 2:27 when he woke up. At first he thought he heard water splashing, but he could feel Misty stir next to him, then he heard it again, he rolled over and could see the unmistakable trace of candle light coming from his bathroom.

Now the combat training took over. He rolled out the bed onto the floor and in one motion retrieved the Glock from its hidden position under the frame of the bed. In a half crouch- crawl with the weapon at the ready he made his way to the bathroom door. The glow of more than one candle was apparent along with the sound of someone or something in the bathtub.

He made a quick check (not believing what he saw), then on his knee with the Glock ready to go he spun in the door way and confirmed what his mind told him could not be there.

The bathroom was aglow with every candle they that Misty had. There must have been a half dozen surrounding the two-person garden tub and sink and basin areas. The kicker was that in the tub filled with bubbles was an Asian girl, who from just her head was absolutely beautiful.

Without blinking seeing a gun pointed at her she reached out and patted the bubbles.

“Bubbles are fun, but to really relax you have to use salts. Misty should try these salts that are made in my home town, they are so good, they just melt all the tension and stress right out of you”.

Louis couldn’t process everything in the past six hours, so he just stood up, lowering the weapon and walked into the bathroom.

“Hi Louis, would you like to join me there’s plenty of room”.

“Let me guess, you’re one of Beth’s friends?”

“Boy you don’t miss anything do you?” She said with a laugh. “She says “Hi” she had to be in Austin later today”.

“Yeah I know, this might sound tacky but this is going to be hard to explain if Misty wakes up and comes in here and sees this”

“No she won’t, trust me on this one she’s out, so it’s just me and you”

“And you are……………..”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m Nikko” She smiled and extended a bubble covered hand and arm.

“I’m not going to get the same thing that I got from your pal Beth? With the water who knows what will happen”

She laughed and said “no” as he shook her hand; again the surreal-ness of moment caught him off guard.

She then stood up and asked him if he would be kind enough to get her a towel. As the bubbles slid off her he saw her in all her glory. Like a work of art. He picked up a towel off the counter (it wasn’t there when he went to bed) and handed it to her as she opened the drain. She made no attempt to hide herself from him. All Louis could do was take a couple of steps back and lean against the counter between the sinks. He opened his shaving drawer and placed the Glock in it, so it would be out of sight and it would allow him to place both his hands in front of the growing bulge in his Old Navy briefs.

As she dried off he had her in the mid to late 20’s about 5′ 3″ and 110 pounds at best. Her body was like a rock. Her breasts were large for what he thought Asian women would have. Her nipples were very small but pointed unlike anything he’d ever seen. She had an incredible gap between her legs and she was completely shaved so you could clearly see the outline of her sex.

She stepped out of the tub and finished canlı bahis siteleri toweling off, she folded it up, and placed it on the edge of the tub and promptly set down on it without crossing her legs. It seemed like the process had taken forever and not a word had been said.

“So Louis, you like what you see?’

“Yes, I do Nikko, but to be honest, in all my evil ways I’ve never really had a fantasy or fixation for Asian women, but I must say I find you stunning”

“I can see that (she smiled as she made an exaggerated gesture toward his shorts) that’s one of the reasons I was selected to come here and explain to you the events that have taken place”.

As Louis was about to ask a question, she held up her hand as if to say “stop”

“Before you ask anything, let me give you the disclaimer, I’m pretty good at this and it usually satisfies 90% of the initial questions. First of all, yes, I am a real person, I feel, taste, eat, sleep and breathe just like you. The caveat is that like cars I have few extra “options” (she did the little quote sign and Louis was dumbfounded looking at her naked with her legs open talking to him in such a mater of fact way).

“It allows me and people like me to move about in a way that seems to most like blinking. Second, I am not an angel from heaven or a demon from hell. Most folks seem to have a hard time with this one, people have pretty rigid beliefs and a lot of times it’s just too hard for them to handle so we’ll go and they’ll have no recollection that we we’re even there”.

“Yes, there are quite a few of us, men and women, of every nationality, age, creed and walk of life. Like for you this evening it makes communicating easier and less stressful. I do have a boss, who also has a boss. Assignments are given based on the individual we will be visiting and the nature of the gift that will be bestowed on them.”

“We don’t spy, peek in, video tape, voice record or camera-phone picture any events before, during or after even if you are seen with Paris Hilton. She stopped and looked at Louis. “That was my attempt at humor Louis.”

All he could do was smile and nod as she went on. “A record is kept, and trust me it’s in a place safer than Ft. Knox.”

“The gift you receive is yours for life. It can not be taken back, but can be returned if for some reason you don’t want it. And No, you can’t trade it in for something else, and if you do return it you won’t have any memory of it. The nature of the gifts are tailored to the individual, everyone is different. Yes, you can tell selected people about the gift, but with most people the nature of it will keep it pretty much a secret”

She stopped and seemed to be thinking if she missed anything. She nodded with a satisfied smile.

“So that’s about it, now what are your questions?’

“It’s not a condo in Crested Butte is it?”

“That’s one of the reasons you were selected Louis, you have a sense of humor that most people couldn’t fathom”

“Okay, I guess I have to ask the question; “why me?” I mean I think I’m a pretty good person, I take care of my family, I love my wife my kids. I want nothing more than the best for them. But on the other hand, I’m still a man, and if I had the chance I’d jump to make love to you and that’s with my wife not twenty feet away! That can’t be the type of behavior that needs to be rewarded”

“Louis you are too critical of yourself. We (she made a motion with her hands in a wide arc) know that you are devoted to your family; you work hard to provide them the things they want and need. You love your wife and wouldn’t ever want to leave her much less hurt her. But over the years what have asked for? Nothing is the answer. You could go without anything as long as your loved ones have what they want. So that is why I’m here, to give YOU a gift, and if you play your cards right you might get to fuck me”.

As he leaned against the counter stunned Nikko went on.

“Here it is. After this evening your semen will have a very special property. I know it sounds funny, but that is the nature of YOUR gift, it makes it unique. What if I told you that it would help with aging? Not a fountain of youth, but if Misty looked and acted like she did at 35 instead of 45? That she’d have more sexual energy, be more adventurous? That simple aches and pains would disappear as well as minor health issues? Would that be something you could live with?

Louis looked at her shocked. “That would be a dream come true!”

“Good, on top of that what if you were in the shape you were at 31? That would be pretty good right?”

Louis thought back and wished for the days of having two good knees instead of one and being about 15 pounds lighter.

“Yes that would be a gift; this is like extreme make over without the commercials”

Nikko laughed. “Yes it is, and this gift will not only work on your wife but anyone that comes in contact with your semen. So if you have any “friends” out there that could use some help”. She gave him an exaggerated wink.

He didn’t really know (more believe) what that meant, but she stood up and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him. She was warm and his initial instinct was to place his hands on the counter.

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*

Some guys are strong, with big rippling muscles. Some are athletes, like the guys who captained the football team at high school, then go on to set the record on the rowing machine at the work gym. I am neither, and I’ve always known it. I am, however, clever. It took me a long time to learn and accept that I was never going to be tall, and I was never going to run fast or kick a ball well, but actually being clever didn’t mean being an unpopular geek. For example, I was about 11 when the biggest, coolest boy in the class was sat next to me by the teacher in the hope he’d get more work done if he was sat next to a nerd, and he and I struck what became around school a very famous deal: I agreed to do his homework (he was so far into remedial, I could do it in seconds), and he would beat the living shit out of anyone who picked on me. I would still call on his services years later.

As years passed, I grew into a sturdy, deceptively healthy-looking lad. The beautiful girls gave their first blowjobs to the football team guys and the guys who were always in trouble, and I desperately tried to find ways to ensure these girls found their way into the back of my car (when I got the cash to buy one).

I tried romance and poetry. I taught myself guitar easily enough, and wrote a song for a girl, but she was more embarrassed than impressed, and a few other attempts with flowers and so on never worked that well. I was kissed by a few girls, of varying degrees of prettiness, and I got to second base with a crazy girl who joined the school and left the month after.

The solution hit me almost by accident.

Obviously, like most smart kids, I used a computer to do most of my homework (obviously, when I wasn’t watching porn and stroking my ego into oblivion). When I wanted the computer to do something it didn’t do with the software I had, I just wrote a piece of software that would. I didn’t think this was anything special, and when I talked on-line it seemed other people were doing it too, so when I published an application on a donations-based site for web apps that made your computer send text messages reminding me of stuff I had to do, I didn’t think anything of it. When I re-wrote it to handle the strings as data instead of text, to save cost and reduce system burden, and to enable it to recode in other languages using Google APIs, I still thought nothing of it, but I was pleased when it got a few hundred ‘kudos’ points on the website, and a couple of dollars in donations.

I was walking from school back home, kicking a pebble shaped like a dog turd, when my dodgy old mobile rang. An American voice from the applications and systems development team at some media company asked me to confirm if I was the author of this application, and if I was happy to sign to say I hadn’t used anyone else’s code or work in producing it, and to take the code off the website. Then they asked if they could use it in one of their systems. I nearly said ‘yes’ immediately, but had just enough nous to say ‘how much are we talking about, here?’

“Well, I’m not in a position to discuss financials, but it’ll reflect the business value of the application,” I was told.

A letter arrived in the post, and I signed it and sent it back. I got a letter two days later by registered post and in it was a contract, which I read and signed. All the numbers in it were percentages that didn’t mean much to me, and there were some terms, like I had to say I would keep the sale secret for at least 4 weeks, but during this time, I simply never thought about it. I got on with my life.

“Tony, there’s a letter for you,” Mom yelled from the front door. “I’ll leave it on the side”. I heard her close the door of our suburban 2-bed town house, and slumped downstairs to open the envelope. I pulled out a ‘with compliments’ slip, and a cheque. I stood and read the cheque. I’d never seen one like it. The number was broken with each digit in its own little box, and there were ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands. And fucking hundreds of thousands. I read it again. About one thousand times. I counted the columns. Then I counted them again.

I had been paid $172,429 US fucking dollars for an application that took me an afternoon and evening to write, and less than a day to debug. That was about £120,000 here in Britain.

That’s more than Dad made in a year. No wait, that’s more than Dad made in 3 years. That’s more than his entire estate was worth when he died. That’s about what this house is worth. I’m fucking rich! I’m gonna need a bloody bank account, I thought.

I was about to rush straight out the door to head into town when it occurred to me that I was wearing just my underwear.

An hour later, showered and breakfasted, with my ID and a stack of letters with my address on tucked into my old Business Studies folder, I headed over to the bank. There were three cashiers serving: two grumpy but pleasant looking guys, and a stunning, bahis firmaları sophisticated blonde, with dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, manicured finger nails and a plunging neckline that showed a tantalising glimpse of cleavage each time she leant forward to stamp something. And of course, there was a ‘retail’ smile turned dazzlingly at each customer in turn. I guessed she must’ve been no more than 22, but when you’re only 18, that few years makes the world of difference. Somehow I knew immediately that I’d be picturing myself cumming over her pretty, round tits as soon as I was back home in my bedroom.

When the bloke at the end pressed his annoying ‘cashier number 5’ button to call me over I had to stifle a lot of swearwords. Then I decided, probably for the first time in ages, that no, I wasn’t going to be told what to do. I let the old woman beside me go ahead, and waited in line. Then the next guy buzzed, and I did the same again. This time a married-looking guy in his forties chuckled, knowing exactly why I was waiting. The girl at the checkout briefly made eye contact with me as I let him past, and I thought I noticed a smile creep over her pretty, inviting lips.

She buzzed, and I walked calmly up to her till. Something about having money had changed me already. Maybe I was walking taller, maybe I was just more confident. Either way, I was looking straight into the eye of the most beautiful, slightly older woman, and I felt on top of the world. ‘Hello, I’m Tony. I need to open a bank account and pay my first paycheque into it.’ I was impressed she maintained her professionalism, even though I could see her personal interest slipping already.

“Hi, Tony. I’m Rebecca. Have you brought ID with you today?”

I produced my passport and drivers licence.

“Our current accounts require a £1000 deposit each month for the higher interest rates. How much will you be paying in?” she asked.

“A lot more than that,” I chuckled, and handed her the envelope. She pulled the cheque out, still attached to the compliments slip, and another folded piece of paper I hadn’t seen before. She unfolded the letter, read a couple of lines and gasped. Then she resumed the professional face, and folded the paper again.

“Tony, you need to be talking to one of our investment, or savings specialists. I’m also pretty sure the mortgage people will want to speak to you. Do you have another appointment, or have you got some time this morning to look at how we can help you make the most of your fortune, I mean your money?” Her smile was exciting and enlivening. A spark was twinkling in her eye, and there was a slight flush of embarrassment to her face.

“Can’t you help me?” I asked, confused at why this was suddenly getting out of hand.

“Let’s go to a meeting room,” She answered me. “Wait here a second, and I’ll come round”.

I waited a few minutes while she closed up her till, and while she showed the cheque to the desk manager. I watched as she explained her plans, and when she came around to see me she said, “This way, please, Mr Alton”, which made me laugh. She led me into the corner of the office, where there was a lift I’d never noticed, despite several depressing trips to this bank before. She walked up three small steps to the elevator, and as she did I noticed that her physical perfection wasn’t just above the counter, she wore black heels, with inviting, long bare legs to a knee-length, tight skirt that went up, with a short split on one side, then sculpted around the most inviting, delightful ass I’d seen in a long time. As she waited for the lift doors to open I saw how her tiny waist gave her a fantastic, curved shape, and her fitted blouse cupped right under her amazing tits. As she stepped ahead of me into the lift and beckoned me in with a nod, I could feel my cock twitch in my pants.

She led me past two empty, glass-walled meeting rooms, to an office and we walked inside. As she pushed the door shut behind us, I realised that this room, unlike the meeting rooms outside, was completely private.

The curved desk was against the wall, and she sat down at it as I sat in the chair facing her, so she could talk to me and type at the same time. She brought up an account application form with a few mouse clicks. I noticed it was in plain html, and wasn’t very good. They hadn’t bothered with JavaScript for the question boxes, and I could make them a better one in an afternoon, I thought to myself. She put the envelope down on the desk in front of her.

“To start with, you’ll need a current account, to manage your basic expenses through. We’ll look at savings and things in a minute. Do you know when the next instalment is due to arrive?”

“Next instalment? No, this is it.”

She looked confused as she opened the letter that had come in the envelope, and unfolded it in front of me. “Dear Mr Alton, yada yada yada, please find enclosed your first payment….. 8% of total sum….”

“OH MY GOD!” I yelled. “8 per cent? That means I’m due.. wait.. about one kaçak iddaa and a half million! What the fuck?”

She tapped on a calculator briskly. “two million, one hundred and fifty thousand US, give or take a few grand. You hadn’t seen this?” She handed me the letter. I read it briskly. Then I read it again, smiling more and more…

“No. I mean, I only got the cheque this morning. I can’t believe this. I thought this cheque was the lot.”

“Well, it seems the total sum will be paid over 12 instalments, and over this coming year. Congratulations. That must’ve been some application you wrote. Have you been programming long?”

“This is my first published app,” I said, “but I’ve written some more, and, thinking about it now, I hope to be selling those, too.”

“…Oh, and this isn’t a cheque” she added. “It seems this company also banks with us, albeit in the States. This is one of our bankers’ drafts, and it means you can take the cash today, if needs be.”

“You mean, I can pay this in here, and go buy a house this afternoon, if I want?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“You’re in for an amazing day,” she chuckled. “You know, of course, that this kind of income is going to incur a tax bill, so you’re going to want to get an accountant. After the sports car, obviously.”

I thought for a second about the broken, rusty Honda civic parked behind the garage that I’d promised myself I was going to get on the road.

We ran quickly through the paperwork. She chuckled when she realised I was only 18. The conversation was easy and light. Somewhere in the chatter, as she was looking for a folder in the cabinet, her hair bobble was removed, and her long hair spilled down around her shoulders. The account was opened in minutes, but chatter kept us laughing and talking for well over an hour. She learned about my school, my programming ambitions, my lack of a girlfriend; I hadn’t really realised she wasn’t sharing much about herself, but her eyes shone with each little nugget of information, and I was utterly blown away by her, until she finally handed me a temporary account card, and as I took hold of it, she was slow to let go.

“Your proper debit card will arrive by post in a few days. I suggest you take out cash to start with, enough to get you through to the weekend, and come in and see me any time you need some more. Bring your ID and that card to make withdrawals until the proper card arrives. I’ll have a copy of this letter put on record, so regulators and so on can see where this is coming from. Again, since these guys bank with us, chances are there won’t be any problems. You may just have to keep popping in to see me once in a while…”, and with that, she stroked her fingers across the back of my hand, in an unmistakeably intimate gesture.

It hit me that this beautiful, sexy, accomplished woman was actually flirting with me. I was starting to wonder just how private this room is, or whether there were cameras recording our conversation.

I bit my lip. “So, if I was to suggest a celebratory drink, later… is there somewhere you’d recommend?” I tried to remain calm but my pulse was racing.

“I suspect you’ll not be short of people to take drinking.” She almost whispered in reply.

“I prefer smarter women than those that would choose to hang out with a guy just because he’s rich. And few of those I’ve met have been as smart, or as stunning as you”. I heard the words as if being spoken by a third party. I’d never have been this brazen yesterday, or ever! “Sorry, I’m being silly. You’re probably married, or dating someone.”

“Ha!” she laughed, and the professional tone had gone, with just a contented, almost joyful smile remaining. “I had a thing with the mortgages manager here until the Christmas party, when I caught him up to his nuts in one of the other cashiers. It’s been a while, but I’m out there again now.”

“So how about being out there, with me?” She pulled up short for a moment. Bollocks, I thought. I’ve misread the signs. “I… well, I think I need someone to party with.”

“Tony,” she whispered, “I think, I’d like that very much. But right now, I don’t want you out there. I want you in here.” She leant forward, her amazing bust holding my attention completely, put a hand on my knee and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth was soft and gentle, and immediately I kissed her back, hard. Our tongues fought briefly then her lips and mouth filled my entire consciousness. The instant I wished the moment would go on forever, I felt her hand begin to trace up my leg towards my instantly swollen cock.

Not knowing what to do first, I put out my hand to caress her breast through her blouse. She was warm, soft and voluptuous. I stroked her cheek with my other hand, and ran my fingers through her soft, fresh-smelling hair. Her perfume was drowned out by a smell I didn’t know, but was about to discover. She started to stroke my cock through my jeans. “Oh my God,” she gasped. She traced the full length of it with her finger. She pulled her hand back with a start, kaçak bahis and pulled herself up short. “Sorry, am I going to fast? It’s just your cock… it’s, well it’s pretty big, isn’t it?”

I kissed her again, and pulled her to me, crushing her tits against me, and my raging boner against her.

She reached down for a moment, and tried to open my fly. She gave up, pulled away, and dropped to her knees to work the zip on my jeans down. I helped her to speed the process along. I knew I had a healthy sized dick, but nobody had ever touched it before but me. When she opened my boxers, it sprang out, almost catching her chin. Climbing up, she pushed the mouse and stationary from the desk to one side with the back of her arm, and sat me down on the desk, pulling my jeans down past my knees. I watched as she deftly unbuttoned her amazing blouse. Her black, solid bra was just visible through her top, and I stood up to help her get her blouse off her shoulders, and she put it down. I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, still completely expecting to wake from this dream at any moment, and she smiled her amazing, professional smile again. She kissed me again, and I felt her tits through her bra for the first time. I was about to try and take off her bra when she dropped to her knees again, and this time took my cockhead into her mouth. My head rushed with thoughts like an entire crowd were all using my mind at once.

“Oh my God” she said as she lifted her head briefly. “This thing’s enormous. I’ll bet there’ve been some lucky girls on this before, huh?” Without waiting for an answer, Rebecca dropped her head back into my lap, and began sucking in earnest. This time she tried to get more of it into her mouth, sliding down almost half way.

“God, Tony, I want this bastard inside me. Oh, man.”

“You need a good fucking, huh?” I asked, almost hearing the words for the first time as I said them. “Go easy, there, then. Slow down, I’m too close already.”

“Been a little while, has it? In that case, why don’t you help me out?” I must’ve looked a little confused, because she chuckled sweetly for a moment as she unzipped her skirt. She sat back on the desk, and led me round in front of her. “Kneel down. I’m guessing you’ve not eaten a pussy before?” she smouldered, and began to stroke at her pretty, black panties. Then she pulled them to one side, and her beautiful, shiny, moist pussy lips came into view.

“Let’s get rid of those” I said, and reached round her waist, stroking her ass briefly with my fingertips, then pulling her knickers down and off her. Then I kissed her again, and reached behind her to her bra strap. I admit with some shame that I had read up on methods for undoing a bra with one hand, but my fumbling made her chuckle again, and she popped her own bra off in seconds.

Her firm, impressive breasts were now right in my face, and I licked at one of them for a moment, before taking her nipple in my mouth. After just a few seconds she pushed my head downwards to get me ‘back on task’.

“Lick from top to bottom” she ordered. I started licking gently, with the tip of my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and forced me deep into her pussy. I began to understand how much she wanted this, and I started to lick harder, faster, and to use the flat of my tongue to work the whole width of her sensuous, gorgeous, aromatic oasis.

I’d seen enough porn to know what would happen when I did, and i was not disappointed to find that flicking and nibbling at her clit sent her fucking wild, but her real moaning came as I let the flat of my tongue spin round her firm button. I couldn’t believe there was anyone in the building who didn’t know what was happening here. I started to say something, but she cut me off.

“Don’t worry, this room’s sound-proofed. Now shut up and fuck me. Hard.”

She put one of her high-heeled shoes onto the back of the chair she’d previously been sat in, and I stood at her desk, allowing the head of my cock to touch the soft folds of a labia for the first time.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer, put that fucking monster in me now”, she whispered huskily, still business-like, but pleading slightly.

I let the head tease her for a few seconds longer, then allowed it to slip in just a little. “Aahhh! Oh my God that’s so big. Oh, shit!” she sighed as I gave her a moment to acclimatise.

Her pussy felt warm. No; it felt damn hot, like my dick head was in a hot bath. Her tight little pussy squeezed it all over and I immediately felt it start to throb.

I thought about football, about maths, about Teresa May, anything to stop myself from finishing, but all I could feel was this amazing experience. I was determined I was NOT going to cum without at least making an impression, so trying to keep that in mind, I began to stroke in and out of her amazing pussy, trying to move gently. Rebecca looked down, and must’ve seen that I wasn’t all the way in. She pulled me to her with her legs, wrapping them round me, almost biting her own lip to stifle her scream as I did. I stroked deep, thrusting into her again and again. As she leant further and further back I could see more of her pussy and ass until it all became just too much, and I knew I was going to cum.

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Until I walked into the bookshop, I assumed it was going to be yet another normal day. Order my coffee, read my book, and then head off for my afternoon shift. It was one of those shops that sold books and coffee, trying to entice coffee drinks to buy books and readers to buy coffee.

It wasn’t until I started to sit down, latte in my right hand, Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett in my left, that I saw her. She was seated several tables across from me, deeply engrossed in a book. She wore a small white t-shirt with blue horizontal lines, and a pair of cut off jeans. Her hair was mousy brown and shoulder length, slightly obscuring the retro glasses she wore. I was so transfixed by her beauty that I almost missed my seat and spilled coffee over my hand. I felt the blood rush to my face in embarrassment, but luckily she was completely unaware of my clumsiness.

While I drank my coffee, I made a pretence of reading my book, secretly stealing glances over in her direction. She seemed to be reading The Eye of the Storm, by Robert Jordan. I vaguely remember the book as involving a lot of magic, and an epic battle between good and evil.

In my mind I tried to think of an excuse to start talking up a conversation. I loved that series, how are you enjoying it? Oh, really, you enjoyed it so much that you are reading it again? Oh yes, I would like to go back to your place to make out and enjoy some heavy fondling. I shook my head, knowing that the last thing she would want while enjoying a coffee and a good book is someone trying to hit on her. So I contented with merely watching her, and drinking my coffee.

Unfortunately all too soon she was finished reading, and proceeded to leave. As I watched her go I wondered whether she would come back here again, so I could watch her and possibly muster up the courage to speak to her. Yet I knew that I would probably never see her again.

So you could imagine it was a great surprise to me that when I returned to that bookshop later during the week she was there, sitting at the same table. I thanked whatever gods that had orchestrated this, and proceeded to buy my coffee and sit down. Luckily for me this time I found my seat without any trouble or lost coffee. Once again she was sitting there with a coffee and reading the same book. And again, I pretended to read, just so I could sneak glances at her. Then a thought occurred canlı bahis şirketleri to me. I quickly stood up, left my book and coffee on the table and walked over to the bookshelves. I searched through the shelves, and pick out the book. I took it back to my table, pulled out some scrap paper, wrote on it, then slipped it into the book, with an edge poking out. I then walked over to her table and said, ‘I thought you might enjoy this,’ and put down the book. I quickly turned around and walked back to my seat. She looked at me inquisitively, and then picked it up. It was The Assassin’s Apprentice, by Robin Hobb. I watched her turn it over and read the blurb. Then she noticed the slip of paper sticking out. She pulled it out and carefully read it. It said, ‘if you like Robert Jordan, you’ll love Robin Hobb. — Joseph’. She looked up at me again, and gave me the most beautiful smile.

And that’s how it all began. Somehow we would always happen to visit the bookshop on the same afternoon, and read our own books. Every once in a while I would drop a book off at her table with a little note, and she would do the same. The notes were never long or complicated. ‘I loved Robin Hobb, you should try this.’ ‘You looked glum today, this might cheer you up.’

Yet over time, we would end up sitting closer and closer together. It was like we were magnets, slowly drawing each other closer. Until one day I decided to sit right next to her on the same table. My heart raced as I sat so close to her, smelling her delicate perfume. At first we just smiled at each other, and continued reading. Yet I could see that she would look over her book at me, just like I was doing to her. So you could imagine the shock experienced when I felt her leg graze against mine. Up until then we had barely spoke, let alone had any physical contact. Yet the slightly touch of her leg sent electricity through my body. I was uncertain – was this an accident or deliberate? My answer soon came when she did it again, touching her leg to mine firmer, and longer, than before. I was quickly becoming uncomfortably hard in my jeans, and prayed that she didn’t notice my discomfort. Taking the bull by the horns, I pulled out some paper and a pen and quickly wrote a note which I passed to her. ‘Would you like to get out of here and get some fresh air?” She read the note, then turned to me and nodded.

As we canlı kaçak iddaa exited the bookshop I lead us right, down the street. She must have assumed I had some destination in mind, but I honestly had no clue. As we walked, I would find small excuses to touch her — a bump here, a leading hand there. Each contact sent more blood to my erection. If I didn’t know any better, she too seemed to have a problem avoiding people and obstacles too, resulting in her brushing up against me.

We eventually arrived at a small bar I used to work at. Even though it was still only early afternoon, I asked whether she wanted to go inside. She smiled and said, ‘sure, why not? I’ve got no plans this afternoon, yet.’ We ordered our drinks, and found a small dimly lit table towards the back. We talked about books, our jobs, essentially all the mundane things that people talk about when they first meet. All the way the thought screamed in my head, ‘pull her into your arms and kiss her. KISS HER NOW!’ I think she noticed my distraction, but said nothing. Instead she put her hand on my thigh, and caressed it gently but firmly. It felt amazing, and I quickly started to return the favour. It was exciting, as no one knew what we were doing underneath the table.

The caresses began to become more adventurous and more urgent. It was then that I pointed her attention to something interesting across the room. I have no idea what I was pointing out, but it gave me enough time to rearrange my hard erection. When she returned her gaze to me, I stood up from the table and offered her my hand. She took it, looking a little confused.

I quickly lead her towards the back of the bar, and out into the alley. Then I pushed her up against the wall and did what I had wanted to since I first met her — kissed her hard. She returned my kiss with ardour, melting into my arms. I ran my arms up and down her sides, feeling the sides of her lovely breasts in my hands through her thin top. She tilted her hips towards mine, slowly grinding herself against me while we kissed. Looking around to make sure no one else was near.

Satisfied that we were alone, I began to undo her pants. I pulled her jeans and panties down towards her knees, and began to ravenously kiss her inner thighs. She squealed in delight and surprise, running a hand through my hair. I made a trail of kisses up and down the insides of her canlı kaçak bahis legs, almost touching her pussy, but not quite. It wasn’t long before she started to move her pussy towards where my mouth would be, trying to get me to kiss her on the lips.

Eventually I decided that she had enough teasing, and I slowly and sensually ran my tongue up her pussy lips. A long, soft moan escaped her lips as she felt my tongue work its way up and down her. I continued this until her breathing started to become more urgent, and her hands started to grip my hair with force. Then suddenly she started to shudder as a powerful orgasm rocked her. Once she had finished cumming, I slowly kissed my way up her torso, pulling her t-shirt up in the process so I could kiss her taut abdomen. W

hen I reached her face, she pulled me close and kissed me hard. I felt her hands reach down and start unbuckling my jeans, and pulling down my zipper. My cock was suddenly free, the cool air tickling across my sensitive skin. She wrapped her hands around my throbbing penis, and stroked it up and down. She then pushed me away slightly, turned around and lent against the wall. She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at me, a fiery need in her eyes. Needing no further guidance, I grabbed my cock and slowly ran it up and down her silky pussy lips. It felt amazing, how soft, warm and wet it felt. The mixture of my saliva and her wetness coating the tip of my cock. I began to push into her, feeling my cock slide into her hot pussy.

Once inside, I stopped, and just enjoyed the feeling on being deep inside of her. Then I slowly began to pull out and thrust, each time eliciting a small moan from her. As I slid in and out of her, I placed one hand on her hip and another on her breast, fondling it tenderly. I began to pick up pace, and was eventually fucking her hard while she tried to keep her moans quietly. I couple of times I felt her pussy muscles contract as mini orgasms rocked her. It felt amazing, and I wished I could continue forever, but I began to feel myself reaching the point of no return. Just before I started to cum, I felt the most power orgasm yet wash over her. That was enough to push me over the edge, and I pushed myself to hilt inside of her, and began to cum. We must have looked a sight, her slightly bent over, her pants around her knees, while I was buried inside of her, groaning as I filled her up.

Eventually our orgasms faded, and we pulled away and started to re-dress ourselves. I must have had a slightly goofy smile on my face, since she pulled me close again and kissed me firmly, saying ‘not bad for starters?’

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***The following story is based on real events, but names and other details have been changed. See my previous submission ‘A Pleasant Surprise’ to get more background***

Unfortunately, that weekend with Amy was all I got of her sexy body naked next to mine. As spring finally arrived and turned into summer, I found myself once again relatively bored with work, but finally able to kill some time by taking graduate courses that were offered at the only university in town.

One night I got an e-mail from someone who saw my profile on a dating site, which I checked every once in a while, but was not very impressed with what I read and saw. Maybe it was because I hadn’t gotten any in the last 3 months or so, but when Carrie sent me a message saying she was interested in talking more, I wasn’t about to ignore it. Needless to say, I was in for more than I expected.

I felt weird talking to someone who was 19, right out of high school, and 5 years younger than I was. But during the course of one online conversation, I knew there was going to be some fun ahead.

“As long as you don’t mind a few curves, I think this will be quite fun.”

“I think it will be. Damn girl, you’ve got one heck of a stare with those eyes”, I said, referring to the picture she’d sent me.

“They’re even better when I look up at you with your dick in my mouth”

Carrie wasn’t the best looking woman I’d laid eyes on by any means. Sweet smile, sexy eyes, but nothing else that would make you stop in your tracks. Her body was average, curly black hair, a round ass, and tits that were no bigger than a B-cup.

I was in the process of moving so I was unable to host, and same with her. We met somewhere, she hopped in my car and after exchanging pleasant greetings she told me to drive, because she knew a private place where we could get naked.

Once we got to this park illegal bahis and drove over a mile on a 1-lane dirt road, we wound up at this clearing near a cliff with no one around anywhere at about 6 in the evening. I’d noticed she’d worn a halter top and wasn’t wearing a bra, so I could see her perky nipples poking through the material as we drove.

I have a decent sized car, so we’d agreed on the way that moving the front seats up would give us enough room to do stuff in the back. Once we got in the back seat she didn’t waste any time.

“Hey there” she said then planted her lips on mine.

A good kisser, we soon found our tongues lashing back and forth, as my hands found and caressed her round ass through her jeans. As she climbed on top and straddled me I pulled her halter top down to suck on her tits since there was no bra to get in the way.

She started grinding into me as my cock started rapidly hardening in my pants. She moaned as I sucked on one tit and massaged the other one with my fingers.

“Mmmm yeah. I love getting my tits sucked” as she pulled my head into her chest.

After a few more minutes of her gyrating on my lap my cock was rock hard and she could feel it through her jeans and my shorts. I got her jeans off and found she hadn’t worn panties either.

But what I saw once she was naked was the fullest pussy lips I’d ever seen on a woman, just begging for attention, and not a hair present.

But she had other ideas. She slowly kissed down my toned chest, to my flat stomach and pulled out my raging hardon. The look on her face said it all.

“Mmmmm you weren’t kidding when you said you said you had a nice cock”

My almost 8-inch hardon was standing straight up in the air, and at almost 6 inches around in circumference, was thick and veiny as she lowered her mouth to lick the mushroomed head of my cock.

She illegal bahis siteleri may have been 19, but she was no newcomer to blowjobs. She used one hand and massaged my nuts which were about golf ball sized hanging down low onto the seat. The other hand was wrapped around the base of my cock as she licked up the length of my shaft and then back down. She kissed and sucked just the head in, then flicked her tongue at the tip of my cock, making it flinch a bit.

Before long she was bobbing her head up and down on my schlong in the back seat of my car like a woman possessed. Her hands moved from my chest to my balls to rubbing her clit while she was on her knees taking my hardon between her soft lips. She had just the right mix of tongue lashing on the head, when she tried to take it whole.

Before I knew it she was taking my whole length in my mouth and I couldn’t help but encouraging her as she was lost in giving me an amazing blowjob”

“OOoohhh yeah. Your mouth feels sooooo good on my cock. Do you like sucking my cock?”

“mmmmhmmmmm” she mumbled without taking her lips off of it.

“Yeah, suck my whole cock. I love the feeling of it going all the way down your throat”

“MMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned again, and then came up for air to suck on my huge balls for a bit. But as she licked my shaft one more time and let me slap my cock against her tongue when she stuck it out and against her face she said to me. . . .

“I’ve always wanted to suck a big cock like this” and inhaled my cock all the way down to the base and held it there as she tried to lick my balls with my cock all the way down her throat!!!!

She had been sucking me for over 20 minutes now and I could feel my orgasm approaching. She picked up her pace, and before too long I warned her “oohhhhh, I’m gonna cum. . . “

She didn’t say anything but her canlı bahis siteleri reaction told me what she wanted – my cum down her throat. She stroked my shaft and massaged my now giant nut sack as her head bobbed up and down and my shaft above her hand disappeared down her throat, and then reappeared glistening with her saliva all over my hardon. She wanted my spunk and she was in for a surprise.

I warned her because I knew this orgasm was going to be a big one. She never took her lips off my cock as I spurted into her mouth. She was apparently surprised at the volume, as she had to stop mid-stroke twice and swallow my cum before she could take more in.

For the next minute, she moaned with my cock still in her mouth, and still pretty hard. She loved it so much she was trying to suck every last drop of cum from my slit. She realized that my whole body shuddered when she licked and sucked the very tip of my cock for the last drop, and it brought this lustful smile to her face.

She held my cock and licked her lips loving the taste of my semen that I just unloaded in her mouth.

“That was an amazing blowjob” I told her.

“Thank you. You have an amazing cock. And you’re still hard” she noticed then took a few sips of water from her Poland Spring bottle in her purse.

“I told you I can stay hard sometimes after I cum”

“Yeah, I know. But I didn’t believe it until now. ” she replied. As she sat next to me

I’m glad she drank the water, because while she loved the taste of my cum on her lips, I was glad I didn’t have to taste it. As we frenched again my hands found their way to her pussy which was very wet as well, and her lips were spread apart.

“Mmmmm, looks like you liked sucking me as much as I enjoyed receiving. . . “

“Mmmmmhmmmm” she moaned as I kissed my down to her pussy. “I’m gonna suck that cock again before we leave”

“I like the sound of that, but now it’s my turn to go down on you”, as she spread her legs and my tongue found her clit for the first time. I was about to find out just how excited she was after giving me a grade A blowjob. . . .

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Close your eyes and imagine a beautiful, lush green oasis: a Caribbean island at the height of its affluence. Zendea is a beautiful tropical island. It looks perfect on the outside but it’s the underground action that really keeps it afloat.

When Rosa’s head hunter arranged for a special meeting, hinting that a unique employer was interested in her talents, Rosa was intrigued. As it happens, The Black Knight Intelligence Agency had been following her for some time.

“A half a million upfront and then a million when the operation is in full swing,” said the well dressed headhunter sitting across the table from her.

The headhunter pulled a satchel from her file cabinet and let the contents spill onto the table. Money poured out.

Rosa looked at the money disbelievingly and asked, “Why me?”

The head hunter squirmed in her seat, not quite knowing how to answer the question. The magnificently beautiful woman sitting across from her, even made her own pussy wet and she wasn’t even into women.

“Let’s just say you have the experience and skills it takes to pull this off. Your employer would like to remain anonymous, and hopes the money will help stifle any questions or doubt,” the head hunter replied noticing how tight her own nipples had become.

That was six months ago. Since then Rosa had changed her name and became Destiny Parker.

Destiny had many talents. She was a masterful organizer and she knew how to seduce men. The men she chose were tall, built and rugged. She liked them strong and with an air of self confidence. There was nothing more appealing to her than taming a potentially dangerous man. Destiny never hesitated to use all her sexual resources to entice and captivate the men of her choosing. Seduction was an exciting game. She used her ample skills and assets to acquire men for a multitude of purposes. No man is an island. But an island full of studs suited her just fine.

Destiny had everything she could possibly want including a devoted supply of labor to make her dreams and desires come alive. Establishing a transportation system was her latest quest. The roads were now in place and her idea would be realized soon enough. The first car on the island would be a kit car Lamborghini in bright red. It just so happened that was the color of her lushly painted lips when wrapped around a big black cock.

Destiny loved entertaining every little creative or sexually charged thought that came to her mind but she tried hard to not fuck her top staff. Ernest was her one exception. His rippling muscles and powerful cock sent her senses reeling. He had a talented way of pounding her g spot, twisting her nipples, and putting pressure on her butt plug that resulted in a screaming orgasm every time. Born of Spanish descent, her lightly tanned complexion, stylish curly black hair and incredible body guaranteed Destiny a fair share of compliments.

But Destiny was disciplined. Sex could complicate things and create an environment for emotional issues. So even though her right hand man Ernest wasn’t the only gorgeous piece of ass on her staff available to her, he was the one she chose. Ernest knew he wasn’t the only man in Destiny’s life but he felt privileged to rock her world on home base. Besides being a talented lover Ernest was just the kind of man she wanted on her team. Her handsome stud had earned her trust on more than one occasion.

While circling her nipples Destiny thought about the two people closest to her, Ernest and Amelia. She genuinely liked them as people and now they ran the show. Destiny had met Amelia by chance and their friendship had been instantaneous. Before long Amelia became her financial guru, top advisor and best friend. Or so she thought.

Destiny let her fingers trail the length of her soft, firm body. The bubbles in the Jacuzzi swirled around her. She grazed her pert hard nipples, her smooth stomach and tight abs as her fingers moved towards her pounding clit. Destiny closed her eyes and thought about Ernest and how his coarse thick tongue could coax magnificent orgasms from her sensitive pussy.

A knock on the door startled her and distracted Destiny from her delicious thoughts.

It was Amelia.

“Come on in Amelia. I’m just in the ensuite.”

“Mistress, how are you today beautiful, I am sorry to interrupt you, but I have your quarterly results,” said Amelia averting her eyes. “I’ll just put them on the desk in your bedroom.”

Amelia was her charming and beautiful protégé. Their meeting was a chance encounter that over the course of a few months had blossomed into a ripe friendship. Typically when Destiny left the compound she dressed in an array of costumes and disguises so her picture would never be captured and be put on the internet. She spoke to her island residents by way of an elaborate speaker intercom system that covered the scope of the island.

Destiny had hired the trades people needed to build the system after careful research into their identities. Then she bahis firmaları coaxed them into establishing a living on her island and becoming residents. That’s how Destiny designed her island and decided who would live there. What she didn’t anticipate is that a revolutionary group would form. If anything she was very particular with details and her security was the most high tech in the world.

Intent on buying her own fruit and vegetables she left her sanctuary every Tuesday morning to shop. That is when she had met the beautiful and vivacious Amelia.

After a few months and numerous conversations, the two women became fast friends. Amelia was both confident and intelligent. Destiny gradually felt comfortable enough to want to include Amelia in her inner circle. It didn’t take long for her to learn Amelia didn’t have any strong connections in her community. Nor did she have a boyfriend.

Amelia had felt like a traitor cutting all ties with Jacob. It wasn’t an option. She couldn’t risk his safety. Jacob meant everything to her. Amelia accepted her role that included living in the sanctuary without outside contact in order to fulfill a greater purpose. Amelia was committed to the cause and it was her main focus.

“These look very good Amelia. There is an impressive list of credit cards that have not been rejected at the six month mark. Keep up the excellent work, my sexy genius,” she said admiringly as Amelia smiled, nodded, then left the room.

Destiny’s fingers trailed to her Brazilian cut turf once more as she thought about her beautiful friend.

Amelia had become so trusted she was also overseeing the CFO’s records and reporting back to Destiny. The transition from fruit seller to confidante had been sudden and swift. Amelia had been swooped up one day while working at her fruit stand and had been taken to the compound. In exchange for her allegiance she was assured wealth and comfort. When Amelia accepted the opportunity two body guards watched and helped her pack. There was no time available to alert her loved ones and all means of communication was monitored. Other than that, Amelia lived in paradise.

On any given morning you could walk along the beach, smell fresh baked croissants filtering through the narrow streets, and observe vendors and street cart owners getting ready to set up shop. Many impressive villas offered a view of waves lapping on the shore and fishermen trapping fish with giant nets. Not only did the residents get a hefty monthly cheque, they could also benefit from any money making enterprises they aspired to. It was paradise.

Zendea is very small, inconspicuous and part of a larger chain of islands. Remote is an understatement. Only small airplanes flown by the handpicked residents of Zendea were permitted to land to deliver goods. Items from bigger boats had to be distributed among Destiny’s crew of smaller vessels and sometimes delivered in parts from the closest island to then be reassembled. When arriving after a one day trip on the open ocean, the workers always had to refuel and carry two extra jugs of gasoline with them. They did this in groups of two or more boats in case of a problem on the open sea. It was a long voyage but they would gladly do it for the Empress of the island. The residents appreciated their wealth and the abundance of resources they could benefit from and contribute to.

Tourism was at zero. Social media and internet rumors were spread that the island was poor and largely uninhabited except for wild animals. Monkeys, boars, alligators and a large assortment of lizards was the social media buzz. Truth be told, the vast orchards of exotic fruits would make this island a mecca alone.

The game-hackers Destiny employed were skilled and hand picked. Any suggestion that the island was worthy of a visit was immediately squashed and removed by one of the gamer-hackers.

The police on the island were overt and their allegiance was to their Empress, Destiny Parker, who changed her appearance and image as often as she changed her clothes. No one had a clear picture of what she looked like. When she went out in public anonymously, with body guards at a discreet distance, she was always in disguise. Her airfield was well guarded by her police.

The people of the island worked together to harvest the land and create their own food. Jobs were filled and needs were met. The islanders were issued generous monthly checks along with numerous bonuses for exemplary work.

Destiny was a kind and benevolent leader. She handpicked the population of her island so a congenial atmosphere of happiness would be cultivated. Those who wanted to let their demons do their bidding for them with unruly and unwarranted behaviour were asked to leave and were sworn to secrecy. You wouldn’t think this would work but the power of the gamers was almighty. The residents knew you couldn’t hide from them no matter where you were in the world. The residents didn’t know what would happen, if they disobeyed their mandate kaçak iddaa and told anyone, but there were rumors. There were enough rumors in fact to fuel the revolutionary group’s fire.

As it happens, most of the missing residents had agreed to live inside the inner sanctum and thus their disappearance was actually of free will. Security was everything to Destiny. Law and order was established and maintained. The residents created their own affluent society. Goods were being brought in daily. The standard of living and sense of fulfillment ran high among the residents.

Jacob couldn’t believe the turnabout of events that had taken place during these last six weeks. Gaming and hacking came naturally to him. He had a mind for it. The oldest of three children, born to hackers, he was keen and handsome but he yearned for his lost lover.

Last week he had pursued and found one of Amelia’s old revolutionary contacts. He confronted him. Jacob learned the revolutionaries were being supported by the secretive Black Knight Intelligence Agency and there was a plan in place to take Destiny down. Using a series of proxy servers Jacob entertained a notion to approach the Black Knight Agency regarding what may have happened to his lost love Amelia. He was experienced enough to bypass the gamer-hackers in his correspondence. Using a complicated system of proxy servers to hide from the gamer-hackers he was able to connect with the intelligence agency. They informed him that Amelia’s whereabouts was classified but as it happens there was a need for an additional special agent to accomplish a unique mission, if he was interested.

Maybe this would be the ticket to finding his lost love. Before her disappearance Amelia was part of an elite group of twenty something’s that were opposed to the civilization they grew up in. He didn’t even know more than a couple of participants in the group. The revolutionists didn’t see the island as an opportunity to create a beautiful life but rather as a prison designed to control and manipulate the population. Through secret meetings and middle of the night boat runs, they were able to remain undetected from the busy gamer-hackers that kept control. His childhood sweetheart had been part of this revolutionary group before she disappeared. Jacob had wanted no part of it, and didn’t want her to be involved but he couldn’t stop her. His heart ached for the woman he loved. Jacob couldn’t help but wonder how things would have turned out if he was in the know. Jacob knew he had to become part of it all in order to find Amelia so he agreed to the mission.

In Jacob’s pursuit in finding out what had happened he learned a few things. Neighbors and friends said she had been engaging in an animated conversation with an unusual woman that wore a lot of scarves the morning of her disappearance. Reports said two body guards were in her home, and then they drove off in the direction of the remote part of the island, never to be seen again. Remembering his feelings made Jacob’s blood boil. He was fit and strong from repeatedly displacing his anger towards his missing love, through hard physical exercise. He suspected the Empress was involved and he hated her for it. More than anything, being part of the Black Knight Intelligence community would help him find out what happened to his beloved Amelia. Through multiply proxy servers he established communication with the rep he knew from the revolutionary group that would sneak him off the island to get briefed and trained in Washington. The revolutionary even provided him with fake id.

When Jacob arrived in Washington he was greeted at the airport by a representative he prearranged to meet. A whirlwind of training over the next two months ensued. It was rigorous and intense. When Jacob arrived back to the island he was ready. The first thing he needed to do was contact Ernest.

Jacob and Ernest grew up together as kids on the island. They would chase girls together and hung around a lot. Their friendship slowed down to a crawl when Ernest had moved closer to the underground compound. There wasn’t very much out there. Jacob didn’t want his friend to be caught up in the middle of this but he had no choice.

Jacob found out from The Black Knight Agency that Ernest frequented a certain show bar with exotic dancers. It was not his speed, but he would do what was necessary. His heart and loins yearned for Amelia. She was the one that made him endlessly hard with her charms.

When Jacob entered the bar the strippers looked appreciatively his way, hoping he would like a lap dance. He was disappointed to find Ernest wasn’t there. One of the beautiful black strippers had a booty similar to his lost love. That night he masturbated to thoughts of Amelia dancing seductively around a pole. Maybe he should introduce himself he thought the next night as he sat at a table biding the time. He watched the hot babe’s tits bounce and their booties sway. Jacob didn’t know how much longer he could abstain without giving in to temptation. kaçak bahis Then one night his friend made an appearance.

“Hey, man, is that you?” asked Ernest.

“What the hell, it is you! Nice to see you buddy!” said Ernest.

“What are you doing in a peeler bar on this side of the island? This would be the last place I thought I would ever see you,” said Ernest as the bros exchanged a bear hug.

They were happy to see each other and fell easily into animated conversation. After a couple of hours and many drinks later Jacob decided to make his pitch. He was drunk but he knew what he was doing and he knew to make this work. He needed to persuade Ernest when he was vulnerable.

“Look man, truth be told, I’m hurtin. I know we all get generous checks each month but my gambling debts are out of control. There is a man who will pound me into pieces unless I get a hold of some real money fast. Either that or I would need to disappear,” Jacob said forlornly looking sadly into the beer glass he was drinking before he took a sip.

Ernest looked at his long time friend and felt sorry for him. He knew exactly how Jacob could disappear as well as make a ton of cash. He remembered that Jacob had been one hell of an outstanding gamer.

“Look, I might have something for you,” Ernest said looking at his friend appraisingly.

After a lengthy discussion Ernest decided to include Jacob and trust him to be part of the crew.

That’s where Jacob’s adventure started. Now here he was with his best buddy from childhood, sitting in a parked car at the Kinarkey supermarket.

“Follow me and keep your mouth shut. Make sure you mind your manners too, okay. The money is huge. You’ll love it and with your skills you’ll be a real asset.”

As Jacob followed Ernest into the inner sanction he had been briefed on, he thought about how he hated doing this to his best friend. When the time came Jacob knew he would protect Ernest at all costs.

They walked through the back door and into the offices. Everything looked as it should until they arrived at the entrance to a room that required a computer code. Ernest entered the code and the door opened. In the next room, a couple of guards stood watch as the men emptied their pockets. The friends put their belongings, including their cell phones in the basket and took the corresponding number tags to their belongings.

A buzzer sounded admitting them into the next room, where they were frisked by three guards. Next, a man punched some numbers into a key pad that opened a door that led into a long tunnel. They walked down a slope for a long distance before arriving at another door. They pressed the buzzer and waited.

**********************

Destiny’s little underground kingdom was heavily guarded. It was here where she made her wealth and maintained her affluent economy so easily. It was her credit card headquarters. It was her sure way of bringing lots of money into her country to sustain her economy. It was her ticket, her sanctuary.

Destiny loved having the freedom to develop a new identity. The power she felt in her ability to make things happen was exhilarating and intoxicating. How could she resist the charms of making the world her play ground? She was truly incognito. Of course there would be no trace, no history, no way of finding her. Her gamers made sure of that. The 5’9, 130 lb beauty pulled forward her black hoody over her hair and licked her newly placed lip ring. Her eye makeup was thick, black and caked on. Her sparkling green intelligent eyes still set her apart from the norm. She fit in perfectly in the underground trash bar in Germany. Knowing three languages helped.

Loud grunge music filled the dark crevices around her. Various coloured hair reflected in waves bounced around the walls via the lasers. Cages of erotic dancers inspired the mood, but Destiny was here for one thing only; to attract new customers to supply her growing empire. Her business had been growing almost as extensively as her wardrobe choices. It was a lucrative two way relationship.

“Wie gehts?” Destiny asked the waiter with the hungry look in his eye.

Maybe she would satisfy that hunger. He was latin and sexy. She hoped he knew how to use his tongue because he was just her type. Armondo definitely had been showing an interest in her ever since she had started coming to the bar. He was her best choice of the candidates available.

“Sehr gut! Danke! Zu trinken?” asked the sexy man with sexy smile. He spoke german with an accent.

“Do you speak english?” Destiny asked while posing her delectable body in a flirtatious stance.

“It’s my first language hon. Here let me make you a German specialty, sure to satisfy!”

Destiny watched the attractive bartender pour five different liquors and liqueurs with assorted mixes in a large glass.

After two sips Destiny felt the rush of intoxication. She’d better sip this one slowly, she decided.

Destiny had been staking out the bar for a few weeks now. During that time she became friendly with the staff and tipped generously, feeling them out. Being a waiter, Armondo could easily get the information to further her business. He was her target.

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I am riding my bicycle on the bike path as I normally do several times a week to stay in shape, that is, when I don’t feel like jogging. Its a late summer day mid-morning, not too crowded just a few walkers, bike riders and joggers spaced about every five minutes as I ride.

Its one of those perfect days, quiet, only with the distant sounds of the birds chattering in the gently rustling trees and the babbling stream next to the trail. Most of the people on the trail I’ve seen many times and make a point to say hello as I pass. Everyone uses the trail young, old, birdwatchers, families, groups of teenagers, serious runners – a very diverse group who seem to enjoy being outside.

I must admit that every once in a while I can’t help but notice an attractive lady. Hey, I’m a guy, so I can’t help but let a teenie fantasy run through my mind and then keep going – I’m here for the exercise. Often times I wonder if some of the ladies don’t have their own little fantasies.

Everything is relatively uneventful as I pedal, trying to take in the sounds and smells of the forest as I keep my legs in motion. Up ahead I see what looks to be someone sitting on a fallen log next to a bicycle laying on its side just off the pavement. As I get closer I notice its a person I’ve seen a number of times on the trail and have exchanged greetings.

As I pass I say my “Good Morning” and keep moving but glancingly notice that her bicycle has a bent rim and flat tire.

About 20 yards beyond her I debate whether I should stop to help her keep on going. I decide to stop and turn around pedaling back to her position sitting on the log. When I get to her I can’t help but notice she scraped her knee as well.

I tell her that I saw that her bike had a flat and asked if there was anything I could do to help her.

She hesitates a brief moment and shyly says “I think I’m OK but somehow I need to get the bike back to my car and my wrist and knee really hurt. Nothing broken but its hard for me to push the bike.”

I offer to help her take her bicycle back to her car. She thanks me and keeps apologizing for the inconvenience as I pick up her bike and start to push both of them back toward the parking area – about two miles away.

We start talking and she mentions that she has seen me a number of times on the trail and feels safe letting me help her.

“No problem”, I tell her.

As we walk casually discussing the quiet scenery, I see that she has a fairly substantial diamond on her left ring finger.

My glance must have been noticeable because she comments – “I’m married but my husband doesn’t like to be outdoors and we find ourselves pursing different interests.”

I nod trying to remain a bit indifferent to her comment. To my surprise she keeps the conversation going about her husband and marriage. More than I need to know but it sounds like a familiar story.

Finally she pauses and asks “What about you, are you married”?

I tell her I was for a long time, but I am currently divorced and add that I know what she is talking about when couples seem to drift apart.

After walking about a half mile we finally realize we don’t know each other’s names and almost simultaneously extend our hands in a greeting, announcing our respective names. Both look each other in the eye and laugh at the fact we omitted our formal introduction earlier in the conversation. After touching her and looking into her eyes I can sense the wheels of her mind were beginning to turn – like a thought just unexpectedly came over her.

A long pause in the conversation and she blurts out “My husband and I have drifted so far apart we don’t even do it anymore.”

“Do what?” I ask.

She laughs “Come on you know.”

“Oh, that.” I respond with a nervous snicker.

“You know I see a lot of guys on the trail and often have fantasies about what it would be like to – you know.”

I confide I often have the same thoughts and wonder if sometimes they are not mutual with the ladies.

“Are you kidding!?” she says loudly.

Now I notice that her breathing has gotten a bit more pronounced as if slightly out of breath and she pauses to nervously pull her long auburn hair back from her face. She is really quite attractive, brown eyes, an interesting nose – not tiny but it bahis firmaları complements her face. She is about 5’4″ tall, in fairly good shape with a well proportioned body as accentuated by her spandex running tights. Very sexy and getting more so with each step we take together.

She tells me that she and her girl friends really get into talking about their fantasies.

“Like what” I sheepishly ask.

“Well, like meeting an attractive stranger on the bikepath and taking him into the woods for wild sex.”

“And is this your fantasy too?” I ask.

“Yes, and sometime when I get back home alone all sweaty from riding my bike, I strip naked and grab my hard little rubber friend for some wild action on the living room floor just thinking about some of the guys I saw.”

At this she stops, moves in front of me, after glancing up and down the bike path to see if anyone is in sight, and plants a wide open wet kiss over my lips. Her tongue pushes its way into my parted mouth as she closes her lips and emits a slow moan from deep in her heaving chest -“Mmmmmm.”

She grabs my crotch with her hand and starts to massage my growing penis through my running shorts. Seizing the moment I pull her closer and grab her ass with both hands pulling her closer to me, exchanging the deepness of her kiss sucking her tongue deeper into my mouth.

I move my hands under her tee shirt to her heaving breasts – her nipples are hard as diamonds. She moves her hand from outside of my shorts over the stretch band an proceeds to push her fingers to my bare cock which is now throbbing uncontrollably as she strokes it up and down in a milking motion. Reaching lower she places my testicles in her palm, squeezing them gently and rolling them from side to side.

My hands now descend from her nipples to her waistband where I pull it out a bit to allow me to get my hand to her crotch. She moves her hips back a bit to help me get to my goal and spreads her legs slightly parting her thighs as we stand in an embrace. The fingers of my right hand touch the top of her pussy and she moans, spreading her thighs a bit more and slightly bending her knees as if to give me better access. I slip my middle finger into her warm slit and can feel the hot wetness streaming over it – as if I opened a jar of warm honey. Her pussy is soft and to my amazement clean shaven past the patch of hair above her slit. The smoothness of my fingers running over her bald snatch dripping with her own lubrication is more than I can take. I push my finger deeper – its hot. I stretch my middle finger up behind her pubic bone to find her spot, where I begin to move it forward and backward putting pressure on the inside of her love canal with each motion.

We come back to our senses, stop, look around, my ears are ringing, I am hardly aware of where we are and I sense it its the same for her. We’re about 200 yards from the car. I suggest that I have a blanket in the car and we might be able to live her favorite fantasy right now, here in the woods. There’s a secluded spot I know of in the woods.

With barely a sound she quietly murmurs “Yes.”

Retrieving the blanket and walking to the spot seems like days – we can hardly keep our lips and hands from exploring each other’s body – pausing to exchange deep kisses as we walk in the forest.

Finally I spread out the blanket in the secluded spot, under a stand of large oak trees with patches of warm sunlight filtering through the leaves creating a quiltwork of shade and sun on the blanket.

We start to rip at each other’s clothes until I suggest she let me undress her first. I remove her tee shirt to see two firmly shaped small breasts with lovely pink nipples protruding outward about 1/4 inch. She throws her head back as I lick each nipple, lightly running my tongue over each, wetting each of them ever so lightly. I focus on her right breast and suck the nipple into my mouth gently rolling it around my tongue. As I am doing this my hands are now pulling down her spandex tights. She lifts her backside to help me and I roll them over her hips, down her smooth thighs and past her ankles. Removing my mouth from her nipples I finish taking off her shorts and shoes, pausing to massage each foot and run my fingers through her toes as I remove her socks.

I tell kaçak iddaa her to lie back and enjoy the moment as I run my hands from her feet up the length of her inner thighs caressing her soft sensuous flesh as I move up and down several times. I pause with her lying on her back and me kneeling in front of her thighs and ask her what she wants me to do. She doesn’t answer but places both her hands on her pussy, gently pulling the lips apart to expose her pussy lips and clitoris, glistening in a patch of sunlight filtered through the trees. With her index finger she begins to stroke it, softly at first then vigorously in a circular motion pushing hard on the little protrusion. I get the message and move my lips closer to her pussy. The fragrance is one of musk and the scent of a hot woman mixed together.

I touch her clit with my tongue and she shivers “Oh yes”.

With both of my hands placed under her ass cheeks I lift her pelvis into the air two feet as I kneel, pulling her closer to me, resting her back on top of my kneeling thighs. Her pussy is right in front of my lips and ask her to drape her legs over my shoulders and relax.

“Open her eyes and watch me eat pussy” I gently whisper. Her head resting on the blanket provided a great viewing angle.

I begin by pushing my tongue deep into her vaginal cavity at the base of her pussy, just glancing the place where her pussy and ass meet. The taste is fantastic, thick with her juices I lap it up with loud audible slurps. Her bald pink pussy lips are now swollen and open as I send my tongue exploring into each fold and cavity. Every so often I pause to suck her labia into my mouth gently stretching it then releasing it – watching it slowly retract to assume its previous form. Then I move to her clit. Pulling apart the gentle pink lips I can see she is hot. Her clit is the size of a vitamin E capsule embedded within the upper creases of her pussy lips. A very pale pink in color, shiny and looking like its wants to explode. Gently licking at first I pull her lips aside and lightly suck it into my mouth enjoying the feel of its spongy texture.

Now she is going wild opening and closing her eyes trying her best not to miss the show but drifting back into complete bliss, squeezing my head between her thighs all the while. I pause to ask what she wants me to do.

She breathlessly replies by asking me to touch her ass – “I’ve never had that done before” she quietly exclaimed.

With that I give her pussy several long licks with the full breadth of my tongue from her ass to her clit before placing my middle finger at her anal opening. Gently massaging it, I don’t know if she wants me to penetrate or just stroke it.

She lets me know and orders me to push it in, “Stick your finger in my asshole”!

Its wet from her pussy and I have no trouble pushing my finger into her anus up to my second joint. Slowly moving it from side to side and pushing it slightly in an out all the while I resume my attention to sucking her clit between my lips. Pulling gently on it while flicking the little bud with the tip of my tongue I can feel her pussy start to cream. She shudders from head to toe, climaxing with my finger in her ass and lips suctioning her clitoris. Her ass tightens and literaly squeezes my finger out. A slight rush of wetness oozes from her cunt and flows over her ass as I reinsert my finger. She continues to spasm as her ass seems to pull my finger deeper into her cavity.

I can here her saying “Yes , yes , yes… oh god this is the best…” A silent pause and she simply orders, “Fuck me!”

I move back from her, letting her back rest on the blanket and have my clothes off in three seconds, my cock harder than a rock. Lowering myself on top of her I give her a very wet kiss on her open lips, she is panting but takes my tongue into her mouth sucking it as hard as she can.

My face must reek of pussy juice but it does not appear to bother her as she sucks on my tongue.

“Fuck me now” she pleads. She is so turned on she can’t wait. Grabbing my cock she pulls it with both hands to her gushing pussy.

I push the trobbing head in where my tongue had just been and penetrate past her lips into her inner canal. There is an intial tightness that opens to her vulva, wet and hot, I can feel the heat around kaçak bahis my cock. Slowly I move in and out rotating my hips to touch every corner of her inner pussy. We can hear her cunt and my cock generating exquisite squishing sounds as I slowly push in and out. Her pussy is so wet and open it feels as though my testicles are entering her vagina with each motion.

I can feel my cock touching her cervix when I push in deeper – she moans with ecstasy each time it touches. I am building to a come, feeling my testicles tighten and sense that she is as well. My cock is pulsating uncontrollably as I pull it out momentarily with an audible pop. She tries to put it back in grabbing it wildly and pulling it to her wet hole.

In a moment of reality I ask if it is OK to come in her.

She pauses to think saying “I think so” I push it in again and can feel her entire body under me surge forward with my thrust.

“Uh, that’s better” she quietly whispers.

I begin fucking her slowly at first, steadily building to a fast in and out pace. The feeling of her wet smoothness is fantastic as my cock glides, entering and exiting over its full length. My cock head is growing large and I can feel it filling her cavern even more. Its getting tighter.

At the last moment I pull my cock out of her and rest it over her heaving stomach. It feels like it is exploding from within and cum shoots over her stomach, chest, neck and breasts, with the most well traveled droplets plopping on our respective faces. I’m temporarily relieved but still the excitement of being with this attractive stranger in the forest naked on a blanket leaves me hard and ready to go again almost immediately.

As I am about to relax a bit she tells me that she is a microsecond from coming again and needs to let go – NOW.

She says “I want to suck your cock as you eat me again – my husband doesn’t like to eat pussy and until now I had very little interest in sucking cock let alone tasting come. Hurry before I change my mind.”

She fips me on my back and places her pussy right over my face. I am inches away, and its not pink anymore but a deep red, the labia are big and flushed, her vagina is open from where my cock had just been and I can feel the heat of our friction on my face. It has a strong but sexy smell of a pussy that has just been fucked.

She lowers her cunt to my face and starts to grind back and forth. Her entire vagina gliding across my lips and tongue she pushes down hard with her pelvis covering me with her juices from nose to chin. At the same time she takes my cock in her mouth and begins to nibble on it.

Not too skilled – I tell her to pretend its a popsicle – “suck it in and out moving your tongue around.”

She obliges and soon my hips are pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with each in and out motion – she seems to be liking it more and the feeling is fantastic. She is getting into it – sucking on the head and working her way down the shaft until it is deep in her oral cavity. Locked in our 69 we’re both approaching orgasm. Just as I am about to shoot a second load of white cream into her mouth I push my index finger to her cute little ass-bud.

I feel wetness engulfing my face as she begins to shudder from head to toe. The taste is a bit saltier now as I lap up every delicious drop from her pussy.

As I come my second time I am amazed that she does not pull away. At first she loosens her mouth’s grip around my cock as if to consider pulling it out. As the first traces of cum reaches her tongue its almost as if she discovered a new taste – she sucks it all down, pausing to run her tongue across my testicles, she pumps my cock to coax out every drop before licking the last streams rolling off the head. I can’t see her but its almost like she is telling herself she did a good job and it was much better than she would like to admit – admiring her work so to speak.

We pause to relax and savor the moment holding each other as we lie on the blanket looking up at the clouds pass over the trees. “I never had anyone eat my pussy like that before, nor have I let my husband come in my mouth. “Its just something we don’t do at home.”

I respond by saying “I’m just glad you had that flat tire. What other things don’t you do at home with your husband?”

She responds with a slight snicker, “Well I would love to tell you more but must go now, would you like to meet tomorrow and we can resume our discussion”?

“Yes”, is the only response I can muster at the moment.

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