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Well the “new” photo came up quickly, for Lit that is. I hope you like the studious Sammi look. I’ll have to select the next one soon, any suggestions?

I hope you are all still enjoying me and thanks for the feedback, most of which is gratefully received. I try to reply to all and as quickly as possible. I’ve made some good friends through the feedback and have found corresponding with them a real pleasure, well mostly.

If you have read the previous parts, you will know the score, so you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven’t read them, I would strongly suggest you do. You see the accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked. In most parts, and particularly in this one where DD features strongly, I refer back to what has happened in previous parts, so they really do need to be read in the sequence I wrote them.

Nevertheless, whatever way you do read them, I hope you enjoy them and get as great amount of pleasure from reading them as I do from writing them for you, well and me. Please feel free to leave whatever comments you wish or e-mail me if you prefer.

My bio, Part 15

A night with DD and bucket loads of anticipation about mum.

Chapter 1

Mum was sitting on the patio in the sun when I got home from DD’s. She was wearing one of those men’s type vests that have thin shoulder straps and a scooped front with a hem that reaches just beneath the waist, and bikini panties. She had been swimming and her long, usually wavy, chestnut coloured hair was hanging down straight framing her beautiful face and falling onto her bare, nicely tanned shoulders.

I couldn’t see if the bikini panties were wet so I didn’t know if she had been swimming naked, as she often did. I could see most clearly, though, that she was not wearing a bra, so I knew she would have been swimming topless, as she almost always does.

She looked fantastic, even with no make up.

“Was it a good shoot?” She asked, for she now knew I was doing glamour photographic modelling.

A couple of months ago, one of her friends, a professional photographer, had seen my entry in a studio’s online portfolio of models. He had asked mum about it and downloaded the four or five shots and sent them to her. She had confronted me one evening. I naturally lied, but when she said for me to look at the shots on her PC, I had nowhere to go. So, I owned up to it and told her all about it, well not all, not about the extras, of course. She had been surprisingly cool about her twenty-year-old daughter stripping off to her undies and more and posing for photographers, but then my mum was always relaxed about most aspects of sex.

When I’d been looking at her PC, I had poked around a bit and had been amazed to find a file containing some tastefully erotic shots of her. “No wonder”, I had thought, “she was so cool about me doing it!” I hadn’t mentioned it to her, but that evening when I masturbated, it was those photos that were uppermost in my mind.

I had had similar sexual feelings about her for some months now. They started that day when I arrived home unannounced and walked into the small gym behind the garage. I saw her and her personal trainer kneeling on a mat. His tracky trousers were round his knees, the top of her leotard was round her waist. She was holding his erect cock; he was cupping her bare breasts. It looked as though she was just about to take him into her mouth, or slide his erection between her lovely tits.

Since then my feelings about her had become so muddled and confused.

When I had been in Spain with her there was a wet and cold day. I had gone to her room and she had said. “Come on let’s cuddle up in bed and watch TV.” A simple motherly gesture to her, but to me a suggestion that was full of sexually provocative undertones. We didn’t cuddle up, but we did lay there for a couple of hours our legs often touching. I was trembling with excitement the whole time.

There had been several other occasions when I was with her and suddenly a rush of sexual want flooded through me. I didn’t understand it and I found it hard to control. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, feel her body against mine. I wanted to make love to my own mother.

I knew I was bi. I found that out during the year and a half I spent at university. I found it out with Stephanie Gordon, an immensely clever economics student, a beautiful looking tall woman three years older than me. We had a fling all the time I was there.

Despite knowing and being comfortable about being bi, but then most girls my age mess around with other females now and then don’t they, it was not that easy to accept that those feelings extended to my mother. However, after experiencing them, with increasing intensity for the best part of a year now, I had to accept that they existed and desperately sought ways to handle them. So far, I had succeeded, but I had doubts as to how long I could control myself.

Mum, you see, had me when she was nineteen. She is only just forty, but could easily pass karataş escort bayan for early thirties, particularly in a nice light. Several times, we have been mistaken for sisters, oddly by guys like pool attendants or men in bars!

She is stunning looking with a more rounded body and figure than mine and lustrous, long chestnut hair. She has fuller lips and bigger eyes than I do and other than our noses and chins, we do not look muck like each other. I sometimes wonder if I am really hers, for even in temperament, attitudes and approach we are not alike. Her most striking feature, among many, is her breasts. They simply are awesome and are still firm and pert despite both my brother and me having suckled them when young. Actually, the word that always comes to my mind when I see them, as I could now underneath the thin vest, is luscious. They are full and round, firm yet wobbly as they should be and are capped with deep pink, quite large nipples with nicely sized centres, even when uncrossed.

“Yes it was fine thanks,” I replied, pouring myself a glass of wine.

“And did you have a good time at Bec’s?” she asked mentioning the friend I had used as the excuse for not coming all night.

“Yes it was good to see her after all this time”, I lied.

There probably wasn’t all that need to tell porkys about spending the night with a guy, for mum really was cool about my sex life. I did not think she was quite ready yet, though, to learn that her daughter was sleeping with a guy that was older than she was, and on top of that, if she met DD, he’d probably fall for her!

“Have you had a nice morning?”

“Ok, I’ve done my laps, did some exercises and had my daily row with your father.”

“Was it bad?”

“Pretty bad, the bastard really is getting mean, but then he usually does when he’s trying to fund a new project.”

Mum and dad had recently “officially” parted. It was probably the fourth time. This time, though, did look to be a little more permanent, for he had moved to Spain where he was trying to get a huge building development project underway. He had left mum with the house and two cars, the MINI Cooper S, she and I shared, and the Porsche Cayenne 4 x 4 which I hated. He was paying the household bills but not her credit cards. This meant she was not able to indulge her habit, feed her craving or satisfy her tremendous need …….. for shopping that is! Thus, the number of Jimmy Choo, Fendi, Gucci and Louis Vuiton bags had dwindled to a mere trickle making her as mad as hell.

It was also, why I now lived with her in the large six bedroom rambling house in the suburbs of Essex, just outside London. I had been living in a flat dad owned in trendy Islington, but that had gone by the board, so now I had a daily commute into London to get to college, and what a fucking drag that was, I hated it.

“How’s it going?” I asked, pretending not to look but ogling like hell as she leaned forward to pick up the wine bottle, which I noticed was as good as empty. I glanced at my watch and saw that it wasn’t yet noon.

“He’s being so bloody-minded and I do think it really is over this time”, she went on answering a different question to what I asked for I meant with the project.

I was on tenterhooks staring down the front of her vest. I could see the lovely golden globes jiggling as she moved, the flesh glistening and almost all of the deep pink of both of my mother’s nipples. It was all I could do to stop myself reaching out, sliding my hand down the front of her vest and cupping her luscious tits. Of course I didn’t. Instead I went to my room, stripped completely naked and imagined I was, as I finger fucked myself to a moody, moaning and not at all satisfying orgasm.

Chapter 2

I had heard the bleep as a message was left on my mobile just as James was running his tongue along the crease of my pussy. It didn’t seem polite to stop him, especially as he was paying a hundred pounds for the privilege of orally giving me an orgasm.

I checked my messages in the cab on the way home after finishing the shoot in the studio in Hackney, a few miles from Central London. I used this studio as much as I could for it had good changing facilities for the models, including a shower. That was essential nowadays, for quite often I ended the session having had cum on my breasts or face and having been very wet between my legs.

I was not that surprised to see that the message was from DD, David Durkins, my lover. Yes lover, not boy friend, partner, intended or friend, but lover. Such an evocative word and apt description. I had met him when I was at university. He was a lecturer in his late thirties, married with two children and I felt, unusually for me, that he was drop dead gorgeous; I do not accord many men with that description! Not just to look at, but to talk to and to think with and both of the latter are far more important to me than the former. DD had a great body, a wonderful mind and a sparkling personality. On top karkamış escort bayan of that he was a bit of a philanderer, had a wandering eye, fancied me and could fuck like a superman; what more could a girl ask for?

He was, of course, married. His type always are aren’t they? She was a little older than him, about forty-four, when he and I started. She was petite and very slim, titless I called her, with short hair cut in a sensible style and I suppose, in an elfish way, she was quite pretty, a bit like Audrey Hepburn, but without the fab eyes. She had thin lips and slightly slitty eyes making her look hard and stern, which I learned from DD, was how she really was. Hard, stern, cold and standoffish. How the fuck such a warm, handsome, loveable catch as David had married her I had no idea, but then I am biased.

She is some form of highflying civil servant and works on EU issues meaning she travels a lot to Brussels and Stuttgart. As both of their children are at boarding school that usually provides DD and me with ample opportunities to pursue our affair. It had been even easier when I was at uni for he then lived in Bristol whilst the bitch stayed in London, they would meet at weekends. However, shortly after I left Bristol DD landed a great job at London University so he followed me up to the smoke, yeah I wish, it was pure coincidence, but a nice one. The only real fly in the ointment was that as Mr. and Mrs. Durkins were both hugely successful and frantically busy careerists they had to have live in help in the large townhouse in Highgate. Luckily, she had a couple of afternoons and Monday evenings off so you can guess when I got my DD fixes can’t you?

I txt back.

“Hi.”

Quite quickly a reply came through.

“Hi how are things?”

I took a moment or two thinking about my reply. I hadn’t seen David for almost a month, actually when I thought about it, it was nearer six weeks and even though my sex drive isn’t that high, that’s a long time with out full sex. He and the bitch were going through one of their regular attempts at mending their marriage and at such times, by mutual agreement, we had no contact.

“Gd ty and u?”

“With her, f awful, other things fine”

“Gr8.” I sent back.

The phone rang.

“HI Sam,” he said, his warm, chestnut voice sending a pang of something through my body.

“Hello David how are you?”

“Missing you, badly.”

“So it didn’t work then?”

“No, not properly, but we are staying together, for the children.”

I was pleased, for although I yearned for him and loved being with him, I didn’t want that to become too permanent, I didn’t want to be too tied or entangled and, quite frankly, I got a kick from the illicitness of our affair.

“Best way.” I said, truthfully.

“But my resolve is fading Sam.”

“How do you mean?”

“I still want you so badly.”

“Oh David.”

“Sam I really do.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I know but I do, don’t you.”

I paused before whispering. “Yes.”

“When can I see you?”

“When do you want to,” I replied a bit lamely.

DD and I have never played games with our affair. We are both very aware that it will never really go anywhere, in some ways that’s its attraction. We know we sort of love each other, but equally we know we are not in love. It’s sexual convenience for both of us that lies at the heart of our affair. So I did not have to play the “persuade me role”. I had told him when he had said about the latest attempted reconciliation that I would wait, and I had, but now that was over.

“What are you doing now?”

He did not know about my modelling, after all why should he.

“Er just on my way home from college.”

“You’re still living with your mum are you?”

“Yes.”

“So any chance this evening? Would you like to make a detour?” He knew that Highgate was broadly on my way home to Essex.

Fortunately, I knew the driver well, for I used him frequently to cart me and my gear to and from jobs.

“Hold on a mo,” I said, covering the phone.

“Mike,” I said to the driver, “would you mind doing me a favour?”

“What’s that Sammi?”

“Keeping my gear in your boot overnight, you’re collecting me tomorrow.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“Thanks mate, so can you drop me in Highgate then?”

“Sure, no problem, heavy date?”

Feeling elated and excited I smiled. “Yes something like that”, as I uncovered the phone.

“I’ll be there in half hour David, have the kettle on won’t you?”

“Fantastic, yes I will, see you soon then.”

“Mmmm, very soon.”

I phoned mum and gave her some yarn about meeting an old friend Becky, who she vaguely knew, but would not have a phone number or anything, and that I was staying the night at her flat.

As we drove through North East London away from the rather depressing inner city deprivation of Hackney towards the leafy up market area of Highgate, I was thinking of kilis escort bayan the last time I had been to DD’s house. It had been an absolute fucking disaster!

We had been out to lunch and we were both a bit pissed. I had hardly got inside the house and DD hadn’t even closed the front door when were frantically kissing and tearing at each other’s clothes. He got my top off and bra unclipped and I had undone all the buttons on his shirt while we were still in the hallway. I went to make for the stairs, but only got half way up when he caught me and pulled me down. He roughly, for that was what the mood demanded, got my jeans and panties round my knees as he held me face down on the staircase in real Renee Rouso, what a sexy woman she is, in The Thomas Crown Affair style. DD was on top of me pushing my legs apart and squeezing and pinching my bum as he prepared to enter me from behind. It was just as his hard, hot cock touched my pussy lips that the titless bitch came home!!!

You can see now why they had to be working at some sort of reconciliation!

He opened the door saying. “Well the kettle is on and that’s all.” He was stark bollock naked holding his mobile phone in his hand.

“Shush, don’t say a word”, he whispered as he pressed a few keys and showed me the number that was clearly international. He pushed the loudspeaker button and I heard his wife’s voice. They chatted a bit in a distant and rather cold manner with her telling him she was just about to go to the official dinner. They finished the call with no affectionate sign off and certainly no, I love you, as many married couples do, even my mum and dad who clearly do not love each other. But at least, it was clear the titless bitch would not be disturbing us this time.

He took me into his arms and we kissed. It was sublime, it was tender, it was affectionate, it was passionate and so fucking exciting that I almost started to cum on the spot. I had never been kissed by a naked man when I was fully dressed. It’s wonderful and I can thoroughly recommend it.

“So no surprises this time then,” I whispered kissing his chest and slipping my hand between us to stroke his growing erection.

“Nope, no chance,” he replied gripping both of my bum cheeks and pulling me harder against him before breaking away and going back to the front door saying, “but just in case,” as he slid the bolts across.

He kissed me again, deep, hard and long and pressed the firmness fullness of his, now, fully enlarged cock against my tummy. God it was sensational and made me so want him.

I moved back a few inches as he slid the jacket I was wearing over the tee shirt and jeans off my shoulders. His mouth engulfed mine, his tongue plunged into my throat and his fingers wiggled their way into the waist of my low cut jeans. He pushed them further down until both sets of fingers were digging into the fleshy fullness of the cheeks of my bum. I felt so rampant and adventurous. I leaned back, got hold of the tee and pulled it up. I pulled it up and up, across my waist, over my stomach past my breasts and over my head. I threw onto the black and white, tiled hallway floor. His mouth immediately went to my boobs searching for and finding my enraged nipples inside my bra. I reached into each cup and eased my tits out to give him better access and provide me with more pleasure. His mouth on those flaming pink buds after so long was fantastic and we both felt a further forceful surge of passion and need.

“Ok bitch”, he growled. “We’ve got some unfinished business haven’t we?”

I didn’t know what he meant, but I quickly found out.

He manoeuvred me towards the stairs, but it was not until we had fumbled our way up four or five with our mouths clamped together and our hands roaming the other’s body that I realised what he meant. Fucking Renee Rouso I thought as again he pushed me face down on the stairs. Kneeling behind me, he pushed his bent leg upwards so it pressed right against my pussy. I squirmed against it and that was good, he pushed harder and I forced myself more firmly backwards. He was fucking me with his leg, I realised, as he built up the orgasmic sensations in me. At the same time as he was doing that, I felt his hands pulling at the waistband of my jeans, I wasn’t wearing a belt. As a slavish follower of fashion, the waistband was more round my hips, round that fleshy part of a woman, than round my waist.

They were sliding down, with the brass button still done up and the zip in place. I felt my hips, then the upward swell of my bum then all of it being exposed. Oddly, at first, the sensation that was paramount in my mind was the slight chill I felt and the thought that hit me was relief that I had put panties on after the session, for sometimes I didn’t

However, the time for rational sensations and thinking was gone. My jeans were now almost down to my knees and DD was pulling the thong to one side. Hey, hang on, no he wasn’t. He wasn’t simply pulling it to one side; no, he wasn’t just moving the material, readjusting the gusset and exposing my pussy so he could get at it. He was yanking at it, pulling it, stretching it. “Oh fuck,” I thought, my heart pounding, “he’s going to tear it”. And that’s exactly what he did, he ripped the thong from me, making me whimper and moan with excitement and anticipation. It was an incredible feeling to have my knickers torn away from me.

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I had this friend, Jennifer. She used to call me “Dad”. I tended to look after her. She was very able at her work. We regularly had a drink together.

I was now alone. It seemed natural that we kept each other company.

Jennifer always seemed to hide her true self. She was tall and thin. Her body was always clad in sloppy clothes. She did not portray attractiveness, but there seemed to be hidden depths.

Jennifer had never been wined and dined. How could a twenty-two year old have been so neglected? I invited her to dine at a good restaurant. She delayed.

“I have nothing proper to wear,” she said.

“Was that an excuse? ” I asked.

“When I have the proper outfit I would be delighted to accompany you,” she responded.

Some weeks later she said she was ready. I would collect her at eight.

She walked out. I gasped. Jennifer was wearing a purple wrap-over dress.

It had just one button and a belt at the waist. She wore high heels and sheer tights.

She looked fabulous.

I opened the passenger door. She stepped in. Leaning low showing that her cleavage was outstanding. Her long leg followed.’ Legs right up to her waist’ would be the correct term. I felt a stirring in the groin.

Is this my good friend of old?

Throughout the meal I could not keep my eyes off her. She reveled in the attention. The spoilt part was the safety pin. This held the top of her dress together. It hindered the view of her breasts.

They looked interesting.

“It ruins it,” said I.

“What?” She responds.

“The safety pin that is holding your dress together.”

“You cannot have too much of a good thing,” she laughs. “Not all at once.”

There is a twinkle in her eyes.

The meal was excellent and the company exhilarating. We seemed to rise to a new plateau.

When we were returning home in the car she asked, “Would you like to come in for coffee?”

“Do you really want me to,” I replied.

“Yes, it is a lovely evening and I do not want it to end,” she sighed.

Jennifer brought in coffee. She sat on my knee. She put her arm around my neck.

The safety pin had gone. Her breasts are snugly cosseted in a plain white bra.

We sat there. Hands gentle stroking but both knew that nothing else was going to happen. We were relaxed as one. We sat and talked.

We watched the sun rise.

Was this contentment? Was this reality?

Two weeks later she said “I am going to cook you a meal so I will come to your place. It will be a real treat.”

She was her normal self. The meal smelt good.

“It will be a few minutes more,” she says, “I will change into something more comfortable.”

Jennifer appeared in the purple dress. We sat down.

A firm large breast topped by an erect nipple filled my view. There was no safety pin or bra. She watched my eyes.

“I told you it will be a real treat,” she says.

How can I respond?

I cannot remember what we ate. It was irrelevant.

We are sat on the sofa. We drank coffee whilst we smoked the ritual cigarette. Her legs were showing. She was wearing stockings. The bare flesh showed through her suspenders. Her white panties were tight into her sex. The firm breasts were free, except for the hanging cloth of her dress.

Jennifer kahramanmaraş escort bayan looked so content, and so erotic.

I was gently stroking her. My hands got bolder. The palms were roaming over her erect nipples. The feeling was electric.

She was comfortable.

My hand was stroking her legs. The smooth feel of the stocking. The warmth of the flesh.

“Can I ask you something?” She suddenly said.

“Of course,” I respond.

“Is it safe to suck a man’s cock?”

“Why?” I reply quite shocked.

“I always dream of doing so,” she responded.

“If you trust the man and know him there is nothing wrong with it. Most couples do it.”

“Did Pat do it to you?” She asked.

“Yes, she did.”

“Good! I would have loved to watch. ” Says Jennifer, whilst un-zipping my trousers.

Her hand pulls out my penis. It is erect. Her mouth folded around it. She sucked like an expert. Her tongue licked. It licked under my foreskin. My gland was vibrating. My body tensed. My breath was gasping.

“Please tell me when you are coming. I want to watch your sperm shoot out.”

My body quivers. My cock goes solid and my nerve ends loose control. I scream as my sperm shoots high.

My breathing subsides.

“You did that like an expert?” I asked.

“I have never touched a penis before, but I have dreamed about it. I have always decided what to do when I found someone I trusted to do it with. I have always fantasized at doing it to you.”

We are relaxed. We are still sitting on the sofa. We are both now naked. Our hands are roaming each other. There are no barriers. My fingers are stroking her vaginal lips. She is moaning. Her breath is coming in quick gasps.

My cock is hard. She is climbing over me. My cock is up her. Jennifer is increasing the movement. She is crying. I tell her beware. I am coming within her. She does not stop. Her climax is breath taking. She screams. She pounds down upon my cock. I am coming.

I throw her off.

My sperm shoots over her lovely breasts. The white liquid globules seep down her body.

She is beautiful. She is wanton. She was; she is a virgin.

We had taken no precautions. She claims she never rode my cock. She was senseless. She enjoyed it. She fainted on me.

Jennifer moved in. She went on the pill.

She used me as her teacher. She experimented. Nothing was beyond her.

Jennifer bought the Karma Sutra. We tried most positions.

She loved me licking her, whilst my clenched fist was thrusting in and out of her vagina.

The sloppy dressed woman had disappeared. She now wore clothes with elegance. They moved with her body. She became a sexual animal.

Jennifer had a friend named Sue. They knew each other from College.

Every month, Jennifer went to stay with Sue.

We were going away on holiday. I had to pick her up from Sue’s.

On the Monday morning I arrived at the house. Jennifer opened the door. She was alone. The others were at work. She was wearing ball-doll nighttime. She was amorous. Exceptionally so!

We had sex on the kitchen floor.

I had to force her to dress and pack. We still shagged twice.

We were on the road.

“I have something kapalı gaziantep escort bayan to tell you,” She says. “But, I do not know how you will take it.”

“You are pregnant,” I ask.

“No! Of course not! It is nothing really serious, but you may not like it.”

I was getting worried. Was this the end of us? After such a welcome? I was bemused.

“I have a confession to make. I am having an affair.”

“Who?” I asked.

“It is Sue. It started in College.”

“Oh!” What else could I say?

The story is told.

“It was a hot summers’ evening. Sue and I were at a party. We stayed the night. We shared the sofa. Both of us were only wearing panties. We could not sleep. I was very conscious of Sue’s breasts against mine. They seemed to move. Our nipples seemed to rub. They were erect. It was exciting. I was getting very wet between my thighs. I was hoping Sue did not notice”.

“I can imagine you,” I interjected “You must have been really wet?”

“I was! Then Sue started stroking my breasts. I could not stop her. I was nearly climaxing at this point.

Her hand crept down my body. I held my breath. The hand slipped inside my panties. As soon as she touched me. I climaxed. I was frightened the noise would wake the house”.

“I can imagine you! I have a hard on!” I cried.

“You don’t mind?” She asks.

“No! It is no threat to me. You are honest. It was before me. Does it affect us?”

“No!” She replies, “Let me carry on telling you.”

“I then felt I should return the compliment. Actually I really wanted to.

I started stroking her. I was fondling her vagina. She soon climaxed. We talked about it. Sue said she had wanted to for a long time. I just enjoyed it.

We spent the whole night experimenting. We sucked each other’s breasts. We licked each other’s vagina and clitoris. We experimented on positions that rubbed our clitorises together to a mutual climax.

From then on I have shared Sue’s bed every time I visit her.

Oh! I do feel totally horny; I want you!” She concluded.

Jennifer was taking out my cock. Her mouth went down on me. I had to stop the car. I pulled into a gateway.

We were out of the car. Her skirt was around her waist. Her panties were down around her ankles.

She lay over the bonnet of the car. My cock was hard. Three thrusts and we both came in mutual climax.

A car sounded its horn whilst passing.

It was a good holiday. I told her about my time with Pat. She found the thought of Pat very sexy.

“I wish I had been there with Pat. The thought makes me feel randy,” says Jennifer.

We fantasies about that.

Jennifer tells me her own fantasies.

She saw her brother’s erect cock when she was younger. She masturbates over the vision of it. She says she wants it. She wants to feel it inside her.

One day we are on a beach. A crowded beach. Jennifer is wearing a small green bikini. She wants to make love.

“I feel randy,” she says, “There are the sand dunes behind. Let us go there for I want your cock.”

We are in the sand dunes. I have her breasts out. I am sucking on them. She loves this.

“Oh! Lick my cunt!” She exclaims.

I oblige.

We kaliteli gaziantep escort bayan hear people talking. They are walking near by.

“Oh! Are they watching?” Asks she. Her body trembles. Her breath comes fast. Her thighs are bucking. She screams in climax.

We will be arrested.

No one noticed.

I have been away on business.

“Welcome back! Darling.” I am greeted with. “Whilst you were away my brother visited.”

I knew by her face.

“It happened?” I asked.

“Don’t be mad,” she pouted. “Come to bed and let me tell you.”

“So! What happened when he stayed?” I asked yet again.

“He stayed in the spare room. I had the urge all night to just slip in bed with him. I masturbated twice. I felt a total whore.

In the morning I took him a cup of tea in bed.”

My penis was hard in anticipation.

“He lay there asleep and the bedclothes were on the floor. He was naked. He must have been dreaming for his penis was hard.

I could not resist.”

“I place my hand around his shaft. My mouth opened. My lips ran over his tip. His cock filled my mouth. I wanted to eat it and I wanted to suck his sperm out. I went at it possessed.

He awoke and held my head. I could not stop. I did not want to stop. The times I had dreamed of doing this. He came and I swallowed it all.”

“Christ! You are making me feel so randy! ” I exclaimed.

She mounts me. She is groaning. She is soaking wet and I can hardly feel her. She feels so slippery, so warm, so intense a feeling. How can I describe it?

She continued with her tale.

“He then ripped open my dressing gown. Pinned me to the bed and thrust his erect cock straight into me. He violently fucked me. I came. I could not stop myself.

We spent the morning in bed. I let him do everything to me.”

Suddenly she screams.

“Oh! I am coming! It was gorgeous! I can still feel his cock. Oh! Thrust deep inside me. Deeper! Deeper! Don’t stop! OOhhh! OOOOooohhhhhh! OOOOOHHHHH!”

My sperm shoots high within her. Her climax keeps coming.

Can I ever keep this woman?

It was two years since the day we started.

“I am leaving you,” she says.

“Why! What have I done?”

“Nothing,” she replies, “I wish to experience more of life. I wish to seek pastures new”.

I meet Jennifer. We have a drink.

“How is your love life?” I enquire.

” I have Sue and my brother. They keep me satisfied.” She responds.

“Are you still shagging with your brother?” I ask.

“Yes! I find it quite raunchy. When I go home and he is there. I always take his breakfast into him in bed. He likes tea and blowjob. So do I!”

“Last time we were alone in the house. I was washing up and he came up behind me. His cock was out and he pushed up my panties. There he was shafting me firmly and I could not resist.

My parents were returning. He would not stop. We climaxed together as my mother opened the door. He was out and away. My legs could not stand. My breath was still gasping. What could I do?”

She was visibly excited. We went to her flat.

We are on the floor. Just inside the door. She rides me as a devil possessed. I have never seen her before with the intensity of climax she had then.

I leave her place. I go to meet Monique.

“I am cold. Join me in bed.” She says.

I do. Her hand is on my cock. She makes me hard. She is over me, riding.

“You have staying power tonight. I am enjoying this, so keep going.”

I keep the hard up.

She moans in a climax and still keeps on going. My hard is still there. The pleasure increases. I shoot with dryness. For once she gives me pleasure.

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Tom was waiting for Denise in the hotel lobby. He stood and smiled as the doors slid open and she came inside. He looked approvingly at her in her tight jeans and crushed silk top. He wasn’t the only man paying close attention. She smiled warmly as their eyes met.

“Hi.” he said as he reached for the backpack she was carrying.

“Hi.” she replied with a giggle.

“Martini?”

“Mind reader.”

He took her hand and led her into the dimly-lit bar. It was almost empty on an early fall Sunday afternoon. A TV above the bar had a football game on with the sound muted. They found a table in the corner away from the TV and sat down. The waitress came over and he ordered for both of them. The drinks came quickly. A chocolate martini for her, and a tall draft beer for him.

“Any trouble finding this place?” he asked.

“Nope. GPS did the trick. I’d be lost without it.” she said with a smile.

Tom lowered his voice a little as he placed his hand on hers. “Remember to erase this destination before heading home.”

“I already did.”

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Caution was the watchword for Tom and Denise. Both were more or less happily married, but not to each other. Neither was going to leave their spouse. Neither wanted to hurt anyone. But the two of them had developed an undeniable connection, and they needed each other. The magic of almost daily email and occasional video calls was nice. But it wasn’t a substitute for being together.

Tom’s company had a customer in the area, and he had enough influence with his management to be able to arrange occasional work trips that made it possible for them to meet.

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They kissed softly as soon as the elevator door closed, breaking the kiss only when the elevator slowed to a stop. They walked down the hall hand in hand. Tom released Denise’s hand, fished into his pocket, and used his key card to open the hotel room door. He held the door for her as they entered the room. It was a mini suite, with a bedroom and a sitting room. Tom put her backpack on a chair and sat down on the sitting room couch.

“Come here, woman.” he said huskily. She came to him and he pulled her onto his lap. She took off his glasses and put them on the table. He put his hand on her thigh, and felt the heat of her body through her jeans. He touched her cheek, and put his hand on the back of her neck. He drew her towards him, and kissed her. It was a gentle flame of a kiss at first, but it quickly became a raging inferno. He broke the kiss, and touched his forehead to hers. They stared at each other for a full minute without saying a word.

“Why does it feel so natural to be with you?” she finally asked.

“You know why. It’s because we love each other.” he said. She said nothing for a long while.

“It’s been too long, my love. How long can you stay?” he asked as he kissed her fingers.

“I need to be home to cook dinner. Three hours at the most.”

“Stay longer. Let him order a pizza or something.”

“Tom, we agreed—“

“I know. I know.” he muttered. He ran his fingers through her long black hair. Then he slid her off his lap and onto the couch before sitting on the floor and removing her shoes. He began to massage her left foot.

“Mmmm. That feels nice.” she said.

“I guess that means I’m doing it right.” he said.

“Oh yes you are.” she said with a smile.

He rubbed and kneaded her feet and toes. She made soft purring sounds as he did. He paused a moment to rest his hands.

“Does he do this for you?” he said.

Denise knew that the he referred to her husband.

“I wish he would.” she said.

“I’m kind of glad he doesn’t, to tell the truth.” Tom replied. “That’s my job. And my pleasure.”

Denise just smiled as Tom kissed her big toe and took it into his mouth.

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After a final kiss on each of her toes, Tom stood up. “I have a surprise for you, Denise.”

She smiled shyly. “I was hoping you would.” she said softly. “I’m going to go freshen up.” She grabbed her backpack and headed into the bathroom.

Tom stepped into the bedroom for one last check. He knew everything was arranged and ready, but he couldn’t suppress the urge to be sure.

A few minutes later, Denise emerged. Stunning was the only word to describe her. A red silk chemise hung perfectly on her petite frame. She walked slowly around the room, like a model on a catwalk. Tom just stared. Her eyes never left his.

“Do you like it?” she asked with a smile.

Her words broke the spell. “Oh God yes.” said Tom as he stepped towards her and took her into his arms. His hands explored her body as they kissed again and again and again. He palmed her nipple through the silk. Her neck arched back as he began to tease her left nipple with his fingers. He felt it harden. He walked kisses along her neck as she purred in delight. After a while, he put his hands on her waist.

“You look so beautiful, my love. I wish I could hang a picture of you looking just like this on my wall. gaziantep bayan escort numaraları I’d never need Cialis again.”

Denise blushed. “I bought it to wear for you. Just for you. For your eyes only.” she said.

Tom beamed. “That means a lot to me. Walk around the room one more time. For soon I will ask you to take it off….”

“I won’t take it off until you get undressed for me, Tom.”

“Then walk for me while I undress.”

Tom quickly kicked off his shoes and shed his clothes, tossing them onto an empty chair. He strode over to her and lifted her into his arms. She put her arms around his neck and they kissed as he carried her into the bedroom.

He set her down gently on the floor next to the bed. “Get naked for me.” he said. She looked straight at him as she slowly lifted the chemise over her head and tossed it on his head like a stripper. He inhaled deeply, catching her scent, before pulling it from his face and hanging it in the closet.

“This is way too nice to just toss on the floor.” he said with a smile.

He took her into his arms and kissed her forehead. He slowly dropped down into a squat, walking soft wet kisses down her body as he did. He settled onto his knees as he took hold of her ass cheeks and placed his nose up against her pussy.

“Ohhhhh. You always smell so good. I just love the way you smell and taste.”

She laughed. “I’m glad you like it.” He touched his tongue to her and began to slowly lick her pussy lips. She held his head in her hands, pressing him against her, and shuddered with pleasure as his tongue began to explore. He curled and wiggled his tongue inside her for a full minute before pulling his head away.

“Don’t stop now!” she cried.

“Patience, my love, patience. I’m not done with you yet. But we’re going to try something new today.” he said.

With that, he stood up and pulled back a towel that was draped over a chair. On the chair were a number of items, not least of which was a large box of Kirkland plastic wrap.

“Ta-Da” he said. “Here’s your surprise.”

Denise tilted her head a little as she looked at Tom.

“Plastic wrap?”

“Plastic wrap. Do you happen to know the tensile strength of plastic wrap, my love?”

“I don’t even know what tensile strength is, Mr. Engineer.” she said with a smile.

“It’s the stress force needed to break the plastic wrap by stretching it. About 5000 psi as it turns out. Which means that when I get done wrapping that sexy body of yours in it, you won’t be escaping without help.”

Her eyes widened, and she began to smile. “Oh, Tom. You know me almost too well.”

“I don’t know you nearly as well as I want to. But someday I will.” He picked up the box. “Now stand away from the bed and put your hands at your side, palms against your legs.”

“Yes sir.”

He pulled out a few feet of wrap. “Hold the end of the wrap against your side with your arm. Take a deep breath and hold it for a bit. We need to be sure you can breathe.” She obeyed and he began to wrap her slowly, trying to make her feel nice and snug, yet not too tightly wrapped. He walked around her, wrapping her from the crest of her hips to just under her breasts. One turn, two turns. Three turns, four. With each turn he stopped to kiss her. Five, six, seven, eight turns. He used the cutter to cut the plastic wrap, and then used a couple of pieces of duct tape to secure the film.

She could wiggle her hands and bend her wrists, but her arms were held tightly to her body.

“Comfy, my love?”

She nodded. “Very.”

“Good. Tell me if you feel overheated. The safe word is Churchill. Say it and I will cut you free at once. I have special safety scissors handy. You should be able to grab them and use them if making love to you gives me a heart attack.” he said with a wink as he guided her over and sat her on a towel in a chair. “Now put your feet together and extend your legs for me.”

“Only if you promise not to die while fucking me, Tom.” she said intently.

“I can’t think of a better way to shuffle this mortal coil, to tell the truth. Why not die happy? But I can imagine all the trouble it would cause, so I’ll do my best.” he said with a laugh.

She extended her legs, and he kneeled on the floor, with the plastic wrap box nearby. He ran his fingers down her legs from knee to foot. “You have sexy legs, my love.” he said as he looked at her.

“That tickles, Tom.” she giggled as his fingers teased her legs.

“We’ve only just begun, sweet lady, we’ve only just begun.”

He wrapped her legs together with eight turns of wrap, and secured the wrapping with more duct tape before lowering her legs to the floor.

“You know, my dad extolled the many uses of duct tape when I was a kid. He never mentioned using it on a woman….”

Tom stood, turned, and stripped the covers from the bed, exposing the bottom sheet. He sat his naked body on the bed, and crooked his finger at Denise, gaziantep escort bayan reklamları beckoning her to come.

Denise giggled. “I’d really love to come to bed with you. But I don’t think I can hop that far.”

“Try. I’ll meet you halfway.”

Denise gamely tried to get to her feet. As she did, she overbalanced, and began to fall forward. Tom caught her in his arms, and carried her to the bed.

“My hero.” she smiled.

“You may revise that opinion in a little while, my love.”

Tom stroked her hair and covered her face in tender kisses. If she had hated his kisses, Denise could not have stopped him. But she loved the way he kissed her. She could feel the love he had for her in each kiss. After a few minutes, Tom paused and stepped back to admire the way she looked, all trussed up.

“Do you feel as good as you look?” he asked.

“I wish I could look as good as I feel. As good as you make me feel.” she replied.

“Then let’s find out just how ticklish you are.” he said as he moved down to the foot of the bed.

He began with her left foot. Her toes curled as he ran his fingernail along the sole, searching for the perfect spot. He used his other arm to restrain her legs. Denise began to laugh and buck as he found the right spot.

“Does that tickle, my love?”

Her body rolled and twitched and she was half-laughing/half-crying.

“Oh God yes. Stop it.” she cried out.

“No. I’ve just started.” He reached for a small tube of moisturizer and smeared it all over her feet, massaging it in with the gentle touch of a lover. She giggled loudly as he slid his finger between her toes. He wiped his hands dry, and reached for a small paintbrush. He held it up so she could see it. “Let’s try this.”

He began to paint her feet with the dry brush. It took a few moments to get the pressure just right, but her bucking body and laughs and cries were a good guide to how he was doing. She got louder and louder.

“Stop it. Stop it. I beg you stop it.” she shouted.

“Use your inside voice, young lady. This is an airport hotel, with good soundproofing, but it’s not that good. You wouldn’t want the police to break down the door, thinking I was raping you, and then find your picture in the paper or on the internet. You know the police would not be able to resist taking pictures of a helpless, sexy woman.”

As Tom was talking, he was merrily painting her feet, and she could not stop writhing and giggling. She managed to kick the paintbrush from his hand and it flew across the room.

Tom stood up and looked down at her. “That’s a bad girl. Do you know what I do to bad girls?”

“What, you bastard!” she asked defiantly.

“I spank them of course.” he said as he rolled her over onto her stomach, exposing her ass to him.

He put his hand on her ass. “You have such a beautiful ass. So tight and firm. I dream about it all the time, you know. I imagine walking down a trail, three steps behind you, with my eyes locked on it as it sways. I get hard just thinking about it. It almost seems like damaging a work of art to strike it. But you love me spanking you, don’t you. Five strokes I think….”

One firm slap followed by another. Denise was determined not to give him the satisfaction of a response. A long pause as he watched her skin begin to redden. Two more in quick succession. She flinched silently. The redness deepened. Tom stared at it for another long pause. One last hard strike, and a soft cry escaped her lips.

Tom bent to kiss her ass cheeks softly.

“I’m sorry, baby.” he said as he spread her ass cheeks wide. He lowered his head to touch his tongue to her rosebud.

“Ohhhhh.” she moaned as his tongue found its target.

And then there was a soft, ladylike “pfffft”. He pulled his face away, wrinkled his nose, paused a beat, and began to laugh uncontrollably. The laughter was infectious, and soon they were both laughing crazily. After they managed to regain control, he rolled her over and kissed her lips.

“I probably deserved that.” he said as he held his head inches from her face.

“You definitely deserved that.” she said as she stuck out her tongue.

“I’m not done tickling you.” he said.

“I don’t want you to be done.” she said softly.

Tom went over to the chair, and returned with an electric toothbrush. He brandished it so she could see.

“For those sexy feet of yours….” he said with a smile.

Denise drew in her legs in anticipation.

“Oh no, you don’t, young lady.” said Tom as he positioned himself over her shins facing her feet. “I’m sorry you’ll have to look at my ass. It’s not pretty like yours. Stare at the ceiling.”

“I’ll stare at whatever I like. I’ll think about getting my revenge on that ass of yours.” she said.

“Good luck with that.” he said as he wet the bristles with his saliva and turned it on. She couldn’t see anything as he touched the brush lightly against the sole gaziantep escort kız telefonları of her right foot.

Her reaction was incredible. Each touch was like a jolt of electricity to her. He touched the bristles to her foot and then pulled it away. He did it again. And again. Her legs spasmed. Her body twisted. She laughed and she cried and she shrieked and she moaned. She tried to jackknife herself to escape. He switched off the brush and turned to look at her.

“Somebody seems to like this toothbrush.” he said with a smile.

“Somebody is going to pay for this someday.” she said determinedly.

Tom decided it would be more fun to watch her respond, not to mention less dangerous to his exterior plumbing, and he got off her and moved to the foot of the bed. He held up the toothbrush and smiled.

“Ready, my love?” he said as he switched the brush back on and gently walked it down the sole of her left foot.

Denise bucked and flopped like a fish out of water. He was afraid everyone in the hotel would hear her. He stopped again. He could see tear tracks near her eyes, and he kissed away the tear drops.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry. Forgive me. Let’s try something a little more gentle.”

Tom began to tickle her breasts, shoulders, upper arms, and neck. He straddled her so she couldn’t buck too much. Her laughs and giggles and cries were sweet music to his ears. Her head twisted back and forth as he attacked her with his fingers. He took her head in his hands and kissed her. And then he began to tickle her faster.

“Oh God. Stop. I can’t take anymore.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please stop. Please.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Tom turned his full attention to her breasts. He loved her breasts. Small and firm, with beautiful, sensitive nipples. Perfect. He got up long enough to grab a feather. He took her right nipple into his mouth as he teased her left breast with the feather. Tickle. Suck. Tickle. Bite. Tickle. Pinch. Tickle. Denise cried out. Tom silenced her by kissing her deeply. Her mouth opened as his tongue pressed against her lips, and he pinched and twisted her nipple as his tongue danced with hers. They kissed for a long time.

Tom’s cock was rigid now, and Denise could feel it brushing against her thighs. She wanted it inside her.

“Fuck me, Tom.” she said throatily.

“With pleasure. But please let me eat you first.”

“I’m at your mercy. Do as you please.” she said with a laugh.

Tom quickly cut through the plastic that was binding her legs. He gathered up the plastic and threw it on to the floor. He slowly licked her sweat from her calves. “Even your sweat tastes good.”

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and lowered his head close to her pussy. He could see the pearly drops of her juices on her pubic hair and pussy lips. He touched the tip of his tongue to each drop, savoring the taste of his woman. He raised his head to look up at her. “But your juices taste even better.”

His tongue licked tenderly and it licked roughly. He pushed it as far inside her as he could and wiggled it around. It was heaven for him. Even more erotic than her breasts. Her body responded to each motion of his tongue. The metallic tang of her juices tasted better than the finest champagne. Her moans were exhortations spurring him to try to please her even more. His lips found her clit and he began to suck on it. He had to hold on to her as she thrashed wildly. Her smooth thighs squeezed his head like a vise. He altered the rhythm randomly as the mood struck him, first letting her calm and then bringing her back to the edge. And then he went for it, flicking his tongue inside her like a snake, over and over until she came in an intense spasm of joy.

He immediately moved up her body and began to kiss her. His cock could wait no longer. It slid home, deep inside her. Her needs and her pleasure didn’t matter at this moment. Only his. He looked at his beautiful Denise and lust overtook him. He began to fuck her like a wild animal. She grunted each time his body slammed against hers.

“Fuck me. ” she cried with each new slam. Slam. “Fuck me.” Slam. “Fuck me.” Slam. “Fuck me.” He could feel his cock swell inside her. He could feel the sensation building and building. And then he exploded….

His heart was pounding, and he was panting. The post-cum sensitivity was almost painful as he withdrew and pulled his plastic wrapped woman into his arms and kissed her. He gathered himself, took a deep breath, found the scissors, and cut his darling Denise free from her bindings. They wrapped their arms around each other and hugged as if to become one flesh.

“Oh Tom. I love you.” she whispered.

“I love you too.” he said with a smile.

Tom held her as her eyelids lowered and she fell asleep. He knew he needed to stay awake lest they sleep for an hour or more. He focused on watching her breasts rise and fall as she breathed. After a while, he took his finger and began to make slow spirals that always ended at her nipples. She made soft noises each time he touched her nipple.

After ten minutes or so, he began to stroke her cheek. “Time to wake up, sleepyhead.”

Her eyes opened, and she looked around, seemingly confused. She settled back into his arms when she saw Tom’s face.

She looked into his eyes. “I’m going to turn the tables on you someday, Tom Serendipity.” she said with a smile. “We’ll see how much you like having me in control.”

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Tuesday Morning.

Jean had arranged a meeting in the Center with six of her friends. Pat, the cataloger who had worked a lot with Jean in Sotheby’s and the television programmes. An Aunt and niece, Isabel and Val, who had also worked with Jean at Sotheby’s and the television programmes. Lady Margie Watson, who was also on the television programmes but she was in her early sixties and was semi-retired. She was very knowledgeable and very popular. She had over two million Twitter followers.

Finally, there were Sue and May, two sisters. Sue had studied law then joined Sotheby’s. She was very knowledgeable. May was a doctor, who sometimes helped Debbie out at the Spa. Their family business which was quite substantial had passed to the two sisters on the death of their father. They shared a vast property portfolio. All were widows apart from Sue who had never married.

Debbie was at work so wouldn’t be at the meeting. Jo was busy with the funeral which was on Wednesday. Paul had told Jo that he wouldn’t attend as he had no wish to see Kay again. When Paul had told her, this Jo replied, “To be honest I don’t want to go but I must as so many relatives are coming.”

Jo had people arriving from Spain who would stay with her until Sunday. She had come to Paul’s house on Monday afternoon, and they had a good session. Paul was having a very good time with Debbie, Jill, Jean and Jo. He was managing to keep them all happy.

They arrived at the Center just before ten and the six were waiting for them. When Paul saw them, he was impressed. They all had class and were all very fuckable. Jean introduced them to Paul and Jill. Jean then took control. She showed them the Center then the warehouse. They were all impressed. Paul suggested that rather than go out for lunch he had a table that could seat ten. He could order an Indian takeaway. Everyone agreed. They went upstairs to Paul’s apartment. Paul offered them Champagne. They all accepted. Paul ordered the food which arrived twenty-five minutes later.

They were all going to rent space. Paul had a private conversation with Pat. She would start tomorrow as Center Manager. Paul found Pat very attractive. She was tall and had a matronly appearance. She also had enormous breasts which just stuck out. Paul spoke with everyone. Margie would rent space and also advise everyone on purchases. Isabel and Val would start to bring their items tomorrow. Margie, Isabel and Val were very similar. They all were very attractive, and all had wonderful breasts.

May and Sue were very reserved in everything they did or said. They would start bringing their stock tomorrow. May asked, “I have several houses to clear as I am downsizing. Is it possible I could rent some space in the warehouse?”

Paul replied, “No problem. There will be no charge if it’s just on a temporary basis. Do you have many houses?”

May smiled then replied, “My parents died, and they had two. My husband died, and we have two. All are nearly sold, so I need somewhere to store the contents. I love your props department. I could give you several entire rooms from different periods.”

Paul replied, “That would be good. We could split the rental, and there will be no charge for the Warehouse. Debbie Roberts sends her regards.”

May said, “I appreciate that. I send my best regards back. I haven’t seen Debbie for a couple of months.”

Paul thought May and Sue would be tough to get into bed, especially May. They were both very attractive with great bodies. Paul doubted whether the two of them were getting any sex.

They all left the Center together. In the car, Jean said, “That was a good day. Every one of them will be an asset for the Center. Sue and May are quiet and reserved, but both are very hard working.”

Paul replied, “I was thinking the same. I don’t believe that they have a very active sex life.”

Jean replied, “In all the years I’ve known Sue, I have never known her to have had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I have heard that May didn’t have a good marriage.”

Jill said, “They are the ones that are usually the hottest.”

They arrived at the house. Jill said, “I must phone my housekeeper. All the rooms are covered in dust sheets, so she needs time to prepare for us. I will also arrange the flight for a week on Thursday in the morning.”

Jill then went on to the terrace and phoned Colette, her housekeeper, as Jean and Paul sat in the lounge. Twenty minutes later Jill came into the lounge. She said, “This is unbelievable. I phoned France; everything is OK, we will go a week on Thursday. I have not spoken with Colette for over five years. She has been the housekeeper there for over twenty years. She told me that she and a friend have been using two barns at the Chateau to store Antiques. She was very guilty that she hadn’t asked my permission. I told her that I trusted her and that didn’t matter. I have asked her to send me pictures of the stock she has. I have given her my email address, and she gaziantep bayan escortları will send me the pictures.”

“She and her friend are selling to the trade as she wouldn’t use the Chateau as a shop. This could be interesting. She is sending me some pictures. Jill got her iPad. Five minutes later she had lots of pictures which she showed to Jean. Jean looked at them then said, “I would need to know the prices, but the quality is fantastic.”

Jill then phoned Colette and put Jean on the phone to speak with Colette. Twenty minutes later Jean came off the phone and said, “The prices are incredible. She knows what she is talking about. Every Spring I hire a seven and a half ton lorry. I spend a week in France and Belgium. I could live from the profits that I make from this trip for a year. I believe that you are going to France next week. I would like to come with you. I would like Pat to come too. Margie is in London next week filming.”

Jill said, “I think that is an excellent idea. I am now so looking forward to this trip.”

Next Thursday morning Jean, Pat, Debbie, Jill and Paul left for Reims. The flight was booked for eleven thirty. They were in the air at eleven thirty-five. They all had Champagne which was dreadful. Jill said, “This Champagne is awful. Order lunch but could everyone order a different meal as I would like to check out the quality. I haven’t been on Gibson Jets for four years, but that Champagne was nearly undrinkable.”

They all ordered different meals. One was worse than the other. Jean said, “The plane and service is excellent, but the quality of the food and Champagne is dreadful. Jill, I think you need to do something about this.”

They arrived at Reims Airport. Colette was there and drove them to the Chateau, which was impressive. Colette was driving a V-Class Mercedes which had nine seats. Paul asked, “I’m looking for a good Champagne producer can you point me in the right direction?”

Colette replied, “I’m so glad you asked me that now. My partner in the Antique business’s husband is a Champagne producer, but his Champagne is not so good. There’s a restaurant two minutes from the Chateau, which has been awarded a Michelin star. The food is fantastic. All the major Champagne Houses are using him. He does banquets for two and three thousand guests. His father Rene Vert produces, in my opinion, the best Champagne from the region. I will reserve a table for you for this evening but don’t tell Nicole about this and don’t invite us if you want to negotiate with him. Serge, his son, speaks perfect English, therefore, you won’t need me.”

Paul thanked Colette. They were shown to their bedrooms, which were amazing. Then they met on the terrace where they were introduced to Nicole. They were then taken into the two barns where the Antiques were stored. It was an Aladdin’s cave. Jean and Pat were impressed with the quality of the pieces and the prices. After two hours they went into the lounge where Nicole offered them Champagne. She said, “This Champagne is from the Champagne House of my husband.”

The Champagne was poured. Colette was right, but everyone was diplomatic. Jill and Paul had gone to the Master Bedroom to make a call. Jill had called her PA within the Gibson group. Lena was her name, and she was Swiss and had a law and accountancy degrees. Jill said, “This morning was embarrassing. Four friends and I flew on Gibson Jets. The Champagne and meals were disgusting. Does anyone check the quality of what we are serving? How much Champagne and how many meals do we get through every month and what do they cost us?”

Lena replied, “Jill, I am so sorry to hear this. When I am flying, I don’t drink as I have to work at my destination. My flights are usually short, and then I have working lunches or dinners, so I don’t eat when I am flying. We are using Airport catering as it is the most convenient. I believe that we are going through thirty-two thousand meals a month and twenty thousand bottles of Champagne. I will need to check the prices but will get back to you in the next hour.”

Jill replied, “Thanks, Lena, I am going out for dinner in the next hour but please phone as soon as you know. I don’t blame you for not being aware. We must do something quickly to rectify this. I look forward to hearing from you.”

Everyone was now changing for dinner. Colette was going to drive them to the restaurant at seven. They were going to have a meeting after breakfast regarding the Antiques. Colette and Nicole were more than impressed when they saw that Lady Jean Smart was involved in the business. She was a huge star on French television as the Antique programmes were sold to a French television company which then used subtitles when they were shown on French television.

They arrived at Serge’s restaurant. It was quite quiet. A Frenchman with a beautiful smile approached their table. Paul asked for the Champagne of the house. The man nodded then came gaziantep eskort bayan back with a bottle and five glasses. He presented the bottle; the label read, “Rene Vert Premier Cru”. He then poured a tasting amount in Paul’s glass. Paul tasted it then said, “Wonderful.”

Rene finished the bottle filling the five glasses. He looked at Paul and Paul signalled for another bottle. Everyone said the Champagne was excellent. Then a younger man in a chef’s uniform came to the table with menus. Paul said, “Your father’s Champagne is excellent. Do you have a distributor in the United Kingdom?”

Serge replied, “No we don’t, but we would like one.”

Paul stood up and shook his hand. Paul said, “Depending on the price I could be your man. Is it possible to have ten cases of this Champagne when we leave? Is it also possible to have six of the bottles chilled?”

Serge smiled and gave them the menus then said, “That’s not a problem. The Coq Au Vin is today’s special.”

Jill asked everyone to pick a different main course which everybody did with Jean opting for the Coq Au Vin. Everyone was so impressed with the Champagne. Jill got a WhatsApp message from Lena which read, “Champagne costing twenty-two pounds per bottle. Meals nineteen pounds fifty per meal. Steaks twenty-six pounds fifty per steak. Hope this helps. Call me back if I can help further. Regards Lena.”

Paul, after he read the message, shook his head. The meals arrived. Everything looked perfect on the plate. There was total silence as they ate. Then fantastic, best I have ever tasted, so tasty and so special were said. Jill said, “We must have these meals.”

Serge came to the table and asked, “Have you enjoyed your meals?”

They were now on their fifth bottle of Champagne. Paul asked, “Serge, I need twenty thousand bottles of Champagne per month. I also need thirty-two thousand meals a month. Initially, I would like a choice of five main courses. Later we can extend this. Can we arrange a meeting to discuss price but at the moment is it possible for you to supply these amounts?”

Serge replied, “Wow that’s a big order. Yes, we can provide the Champagne, but if you need twenty-five percent more per month then we would have to look at it, but we still would be able to supply you. The meals are easy. I would suggest for the five courses a salmon dish, which would suit vegetarians, Coq Au Vin, Hungarian Goulash, a lamb dish and Entrecote Steak Chasseur. If you come tomorrow, you can taste them.”

Paul replied, “We could come at lunchtime tomorrow. Can you give me an indication of the price?”

Serge replied, “The meals apart from the steak would be five euros per meal. The steak would be ten euros fifty. I must ask my father for the price. He has changed you eight euros a bottle for your order tonight. For twenty thousand bottles per month, I am sure that it will be less than that.”

Jill winked at Paul. Then she phoned Colette to pick them up. They were finishing their Champagne when Colette came into the restaurant. Serge hugged her, and they kissed each other on the cheek. Serge said, “Is the Champagne for the Chateau? If it is, then take the case with the six chilled bottles, and my father and I will deliver the rest at eleven thirty tomorrow morning.”

Paul paid for the meals and all the Champagne. Then they left. In the car, Paul said, “I’m going to have those meals in the bistro. That Champagne is easily the best that I have ever tasted.”

Colette drove them back to the Chateau. She said, “You have done the right thing.”

When they arrived at the Chateau Debbie, Jill and Paul took a chilled bottle of Champagne upstairs. Jean, Pat, Colette and Nicole were in the lounge. Fifty minutes later, Debbie, Jill and Paul were asleep.

Next morning they all had another session. They showered together then went downstairs for breakfast. After breakfast Colette filled the dishwasher then joined them in the lounge. Paul said, “We are very interested in doing business with you and Nicole. I believe that you are not retailing your stock but wholesaling it on to the trade. My intention is to ship all your stock to the Antique Center then retail it. In a typical week, how much do you spend on inventory?”

Colette replied, “The trouble is our cash flow. We can easily spend over five thousand euros every week, but we have only bought one thousand euros worth in the last two weeks as we don’t borrow money to buy our pieces. We only spend what we have in cash.”

Paul said, “That is the best way to work. Can you tell me how much you have in stock at the moment?”

Colette got up and came back with her iPad. She opened it up then said, “At cost, we have one hundred and twelve thousand six hundred and fifty euros. We have three thousand eight hundred and forty-five euros in cash.”

Paul who Jean had told him the cost value of the two barns was over a quarter of a million pounds which Pat had verified gaziantep bayan eskort then said, “Thank you for your honesty. I have a proposition to offer you and Nicole. We have eleven people in our group within the Center. Every one of us will invest twenty thousand euros into a buying fund. We will also put in twenty thousand for you and Nicole. That’s two hundred and sixty thousand euros.”

“That means the stock in the barns is taken away you will have along with the cash you have one hundred and fifty thousand euros to spend on inventory. After the pieces are sold, the profits would be divided by thirteen. We would all share the same profit. Each of us in the buying group will probably want other items from you which would be a private deal between you and that individual. We would also pay you five percent of the cost value of the items the group buys from you. This is not much, but you are not paying rent for the barns. Do you use the Mercedes for transporting the pieces you buy?”

Colette replied, “That sounds fantastic. Yes, we use the Mercedes. If we have larger items to move, then we use one of Nicole’s husband’s vans. I believe that this could work very well. Nicole, what do you think?”

Nicole answered, “I’m sure it would be wonderful. How many times could we have bought things cheaper if we had that much money to buy with.”

It was agreed that they would do it. Colette and Nicole would also fly to the Center so they could see it first hand. At eleven thirty Serge and Rene arrived. They put the Champagne into the cellar then went into the lounge. Serge gave Paul one hundred euros then said, “My father has agreed to the price of seven euros per bottle. We can have, if you tell us after lunch, have twenty thousand bottles of Champagne and thirty thousand meals ready for Monday. Where will you prepare your meals as you would need a Rational Steamer?”

Jill replied, “That is wonderful. These meals are for Gibson Jets. Every one of the planes has one in the galley. Is it possible for me to see your kitchens?”

Serge answered, “That’s not a problem. After our meeting, we can go to the restaurant, and you will see everything. One thing I must ask you. How quickly can we be paid? I’m sorry to have to ask this, but we are under a lot of pressure from the bank. I had to borrow eighty thousand euros, and they’re charging me eighteen percent on this. The big problem is that they have taken security on my father’s Chateau. The restaurant is worth over two hundred thousand euros, but they won’t change the security.”

Paul said, “I will arrange the loan for you, but it will probably take a week or so to get the money transferred. Do you need any further working cash as I would charge you two percent above bank rate? The bank rate in France is two percent so I would charge you four.”

Serge replied, “That would be wonderful. If you could make it one hundred thousand euros, then that would be perfect. If this comes to reality, then I’ll be able to adjust your prices.”

Jill said, “Serge, you will have your money tomorrow at the same deal as Paul has offered you. As soon as you invoice us, you will be paid by return. Do you know Monsieur Paul Le Grand?”

Serge replied, “I do, Monsieur Le Grand is, without a doubt, the best lawyer in the Champagne area. Does he not look after your vineyards?”

Jill said, “Yes he does as his father did before him and as his son will do after him. I will phone him now and arrange for him to contact you.”

Jill then called Paul Le Grand and explained what she wanted to do with Serge. She arranged to meet him in half an hour at Serge’s restaurant. They all left for Serge’s restaurant with Colette and Nicole. Jean had phoned the Center and Margie, and all the others had accepted the twenty thousand euros for the group buying. When Jill saw the small Rational Steamer which Serge used for experimenting with new recipes, she told Serge she wanted one. Serge phoned the dealer who had one in stock along with a small vacuum packer. Monsieur Fleury was the man that had supplied Jill’s AGA several years before would install the Rational this afternoon at two thirty. Colette would go after lunch to open the door for him.

Paul and Jill were having a discussion about training the Gibson Jets staff in the preparation of the meals on the aircraft. Paul had suggested making a video with Serge.

Jill was happy about this. Jill said, “We will ask Serge if he knows a cameraman.”

Nicole said, “I know a cameraman, he is excellent, he only films in HD. He has wonderful lighting. He is not expensive; I am sure he would do an excellent job for you.”

Jill replied, “Can you contact him then to arrange for him to visit the Chateaux. Is he involved in television or films?”

Colette answered, “Yes he was trained at Canal+ where he rose to a senior cameraman. Eight years ago he set up his company, Jill I will be honest with you; he is excellent, but he works in the porn industry.”

Jill replied, “That does not matter Colette, I respect your judgment. If you can ask him to come to the Chateaux this afternoon.”

Colette answered, “Jill, I will phone him after breakfast. Hopefully, he is free and able to do it.”

After breakfast, Colette came to the terrace and said, “Great news he can come this afternoon at five.”

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We moved next door to the Reid’s when I was 16. They were an older couple with two sons in their mid-20’s. Mr. Reid owned his own company and traveled often, leaving his wife alone in their big house. My mom and Mrs. Reid hit it off right away and became good friends, and I became a kind of surrogate son to her. We moved to the neighborhood in March, so as the weather warmed up my folks had me mowing the Reid’s lawn, pruning bushes, and other fun activities. Pretty much every day I had chores to do at home and next door, but I can’t say I minded too much. That’s because these chores gave me the chance to see and talk to Jackie Reid, who was hot and sexy and knew it and liked to flirt.

She was about 50, with thick blonde hair that she usually wore piled up high. Her sparkling blue eyes made me weak inside when they fixed on me, and her lips were full and red. She was a big woman, about 5’10”, with big warm breasts and full hips and long legs that she showed off with skirts and shorts. She took very good care of herself and worked hard on her looks, going for long walks in the morning and keeping her hair and nails in perfect condition. I loved her long manicured nails, usually painted bright orange or red, and she accented herself with bright earrings and bracelets. She was a bit overwhelming, a bit too much, but I didn’t care.

I lusted for her with such intensity that I feared she could smell the desire coming off me. I hated the fact that I was only 18, that she would see me as a little boy, someone to bake cookies for. But I was a man, or becoming a man. I was 6-2 and weighed about 190 pounds, so I was big enough physically for her. My penis wasn’t unusually big, but it was big enough that I was confident it would please Mrs. Reid. I wanted her, I wanted to kiss her, her lips, and her big breasts.

She would ask me about my girlfriends at school, did I ever make out with them in the woods behind our house, and I would blush and say yes and she would say how envious she was of them, how she wished someone would take her out to the woods for a little necking, and then Mr. Reid would come in and tell her that he wasn’t doing anything right now, and they would kiss and laugh and I would laugh and wish I could lock Mr. Reid in the basement and screw his wife for hours and hours.

Mr. Reid was a good guy, I actually liked him a lot. But when he was on the road, which was often, I got to spend some time alone with his wife. Not so much alone as without anyone else around. I would cut the grass and talk to her as I put the mower away or after carrying her laundry up the stairs I could stay and chat a few minutes She would stand very close to me, would touch my arm with her fingers, be so close that I could smell her perfume and her hair and her skin. She flirted with me, I mean, she fished for little compliments and I paid them and she would laugh and I would try to imagine what I could say to make her laugh and put her arms around me and kiss me on the lips.

Then something changed. May arrived and it was time for the Reids to open their pool. I got the job of dragging out their equipment and keeping an eye on things as it filled. I did most of this in my swim trunks, carrying the solar cover and the chaise lounges and chairs and rafts and all kinds of junk. It was hot out and I was sweating pretty good and by the time I was done I was covered with dirt and sweat and my muscles ached.

The pool was fenced in and I locked the gate behind me as I left. I looked up and saw Mrs. Reid standing at the big second-floor window staring down at me. She was holding a cigarette and she was staring at me, with an odd smile on her lips. Her husband hated it when she gaziantep escort ilanları smoked in the house, and I wagged my finger at her. She lifted the cigarette to her lips and when she blew the smoke out she showed that same smile. It was an odd smile, sly and mischievous and mysterious. I stared back at her and tried to smile but I’m sure I looked frightened. Finally she waved back at me, and then she walked away from the window before I could wave back. I walked back home, confused. Then I realized that she must have been watching me for a long time, watched me lift and carry and strain. Maybe she was checking me out? I was terribly excited at the thought of her watching me, maybe wanting me, and I went to my room and locked the door and jacked off like a maniac, draining my cock two, three times in a vain effort to rid myself of my desire.

By the next morning the pool was full and I had to skim the pool, wash the solar cover, put the solar cover on the pool and a few other jobs. It was about 90 degrees, which was unusual for May, and I was in my trunks again. Mrs. Reid came out wearing a white blouse and jean shorts, her blonde hair pulled up in a bun. When I said hello she gave me that same sly smile and asked, “How cold is the water?”

“It’s really cold, but if it gets any hotter I might go in anyway. It’s brutal out here.”

“It is,” she agreed, looking into the sun. She asked me to put the solar cover on to soak up some heat, because some of our neighbors were coming over for a cookout later and they might want to jump in for a quick dip. So back to work I went, scrubbing the solar cover and sweating up a storm.

When the shadow fell across the cover I didn’t look up right away because I was trying to get one last piece of crud off the cover. Then I heard Mrs. Reid’s voice say, “I guess it’s bikini season, don’t you think?”

I looked up, still on my knees. She had changed into a pale-blue bikini, her full milky breasts snuggled into the big cups, the bottoms hugging her hips. She had a cute little belly, not skillet-flat but soft and round. She looked so sexy I couldn’t talk, could barely breathe. I stood up and my erection stuck out like a spear. I turned my body so it wouldn’t point straight at her and I croaked, “You look really nice, really.”

“You think?” she asked, looking down at herself. “I think I’m too fat. I usually have a month to lose weight before it gets hot out, but I guess I’ll have to look chubby for today.”

“I don’t think you look chubby at all, no way,” I said, trying not to stare at her breasts. It was hard. They were magnificent, heavy and round and I could barely detect her nipples through the thin blue material. Her cleavage was a deep dark valley broad enough for me to slide my finger between. When I looked up again I saw that she was staring down at my trunks, where my penis hung hard as a hammer.

“You have to get cleaned up if you want to come over later,” she said, smiling that same frightening smile. “And tell your folks to bring pickles over, I don’t have any pickles.” She walked toward the pool but her eyes didn’t leave me for a long time. I put the solar cover on as Mrs. Reid put lotion on her shoulders, on her legs, and on her stomach. I couldn’t ask her if she needed help putting lotion on her back because my mouth wouldn’t work. She saw me staring at her and she said, “The sooner you get the cover on the sooner you can get cleaned up and swim.” I managed a smile and finished up.

I needed to jack off, bad, but no such luck. My father wanted me to go to the store to get pickles and other assorted condiments, so I had to shower gaziantep escort kadın fast and then race out to the store. I bought what was needed and headed over to the pool. There were 20 or so people around, mostly adults and a few kids. Nobody my age. I figured I’d just swim a bit and read my book and sneak peeks at Mrs. Reid’s breasts. A good enough time.

I got there and stripped to my trunks and tried not to pop a full boner in front of 20 people. No such luck. Before I even got my shirt off Mrs. Reid came over to where my parents and I were talking and asked, “Andy, did you put suntan lotion on? You’d better if you don’t want to get burned.” She turned to my mother. “I was tanning while Andy put the solar cover on and he didn’t even offer to oil my back. I could feel it burning right away, so I couldn’t tan this afternoon.” She shook her finger at me like I had done to her the day before. “There’s lotion in the upstairs bathroom.”

I went into the house with my erection desperate for some relief. I toyed with the idea of peeking at Jackie’s underwear drawer, but I could just imagine what would happen if I got caught. I decided to jack off in the bathroom, put the lotion on, and return to the pool. I pulled down my trunks and took it in hand and started. I closed my eyes and pictured Mrs. Reid tits in that bikini.

I didn’t get very far, because I heard footsteps coming down the hall and a knock on the door. As I yanked up my trunks I heard Mrs. Reid say, “Andy, did you find the lotion?” I was stuffing my cock back into my pants when I managed to babble, “Uh, yeah, I found it, it’s, uh…” I looked around the shelves for it and I couldn’t find it. “Uh, wait, uh…”

She tried the door, which I had locked. “Honey, open the door and I’ll show you where it is.” I had finally figured out an excuse, that I was using the bathroom, when she added, “I’ll put lotion on your back if you want.”

Oh, I wanted that. I opened the door. She smiled at me as she stepped into the bathroom and opened the counter under the sink. She pulled out the bottle of lotion and said, “Turn around and bend down, you’re too tall.”

I obeyed. My cock was so hard it hurt being pressed against my suit. I heard her squirt lotion into her palm and then there was the delicious feeling of her hands on my skin. She rubbed the lotion into my back, her hands running up between my shoulder blades and then down toward my ass. I was transfixed, she was touching me and I was on fire. I mumbled, “Thanks…” and my voice actually cracked.

“I’ll get your shoulders too,” she said, and squirted more lotion into her palm. She was still behind me, massaging my shoulders, working the lotion in. She moved her hands down to my biceps. “So strong, you have nice muscles,” I was trembling as she squeezed my arms. Then I heard her squirt more lotion, into her hands, and then her arms wrapped around me from the back and she ran her hands over my chest, my nipples, and down toward my stomach.

“Mrs. Reid, I can do this myself, really,” I said, trying to get control of myself.

“You don’t like this?” she said, suddenly taking her hands off my body.

“Mrs. Reid, I mean, I appreciate it, but, I don’t know if we should be doing this.”

“Doing what, honey?” She started rubbing the lotion on my stomach now, her hands just above my groin. “I’m just trying to help you from getting sunburned.”

I was shaking now, I wanted to thrust my hips upward, so her palms would caress my cock. I couldn’t move. She walked in front of me knelt down, her mouth just inches from my cock. She squirted more lotion into her palms and gaziantep escort kızlar she went back to work, now on my shaking legs. She kept smearing me with lotion, up my legs, almost to my thighs, until I was covered. I was staring at her breasts, her mouth, her hair, her eyes. I wanted her to touch me, or let me touch her.

“Do you need me to put lotion on you?” I asked, and she smiled. “You had your chance this afternoon, Andy. I think I’m done here.” My disappointment showed on my face because she said, “Oh, did I miss a spot somewhere? Oh, I did, didn’t I?” She had that same strange expression on her face, and she was staring at my crotch. She took the bottle of lotion and squeezed a big dollop into her palm, and I wondered why she would need that much. Then she took her free hand and pulled the string holding my shorts up. “Andy, I’m going to do something that I think you will like. But you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about it. Anyone. Do you understand?”

She pulled my trunks down, but before my cock sprung out she looked up at me and said, “Andy? Do you understand?”

“I do,” I squeaked. She smiled and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. My erection stuck straight up against my belly. “Andy, Andy…that is so sweet. I’m going to put some lotion on it, is that OK?” I nodded like an idiot, trying to keep from fainting.

She wrapped her hand around my cock, caressing my shaft, running her greased palm along the shaft, coating my glans. Then, looking up at me, she said, “You’ve been staring at my tits all day. Do you want to see them?”

“Yes, please, I do.”

“Pull down the straps and let my top down.” I did, and her beautiful tits spilled out. They were huge, and her big pink nipples were stiff. “Oh God, you are so beautiful,” I blurted, and she smiled. “Thank you. I think you’re going to like what I’m about to do to you.”

She wrapped both hands around my shaft and started pumping. She pumped and she pumped and I started whimpering and thrusting my hips in and out of her hands. She let her left hand fall away and she began caressing my balls with her nails, tickling me as her other hand stroked away. The lotion worked into a thick white froth, the smell of coconuts overwhelming in the small room. She jerked and jacked me, the wet slippery sounds filling the bathroom, and she said, “What a nice, big, hard cock.” She looked up and me with that smile and said, “You’re going to come, Andy, you’re going to come on my breasts, right now, honey, right now.” She increased the pace even more, her two hands gripping my shaft and pumping with long strokes, the tip of my cock rubbing against her palms with every stroke.

“Mrs. Reid, oh my God, oh God, I’m gonna come!”

“Mmm…” she said as I came. I started moaning quietly, trying not to scream, and the first gout of semen splashed out all over her tits and I whimpered. The pleasure was so overwhelming that my knees gave out, and I had to grab the sink to keep from collapsing. She kept jerking and jacking me until I was utterly spent. My softening cock was slimy from the lotion and come and she reached over and began cleaning me with a washcloth.

“Not a word to anyone,” she said, lifting my dick to wipe my balls.

“No, never,”

“Did you like that?”

“Yes, God, yes.”

She put the washcloth in the sink and said, “That was nothing compare to what we could do.” She let her words hang in the air, then she said, “I don’t want you to masturbate. Ever. Every drop of your come belongs to me now. Understand? If you’re good, I’ll take care of you.” She cupped my balls and said, “But only if I can trust you. Completely. Can I?”

I told her I would do anything she asked. “Oh, you will, honey, you will,” She laughed a nasty little laugh and was gone, and for the first time in five minutes, I actually took a breath. My knees finally gave way and I sat heavily on the toilet. I remembered how sinister her laugh sounded, and suddenly I had the shivers. I would do anything, ANYTHING, to have her hands on my cock again. What would she have me do?

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18-year-old John knocked cautiously on Mrs. Adams’ door. He was nervous about talking to the older woman. He loved to watch her from a distance but this was something else entirely. He wasn’t even sure what possessed him to do it. Sure he had a good excuse. Her yard needed to be mowed and since her son, who was a couple years older than John, had left for college she didn’t have anyone to do it for her. Would she buy that though? That he had just stopped by to see if she needed him to mow the grass? When what he really wanted was to get a close up look at those magnificent tits of hers. John had been fantasizing about them for years.

Yeah he had seen Jenny from next-door sunbathing without her top on but hers weren’t the same as Mrs. Adams’. Jenny’s were small and almost hard. Mrs. Adams had HUGE breasts. Just guessing he would say they had to be at least 44DD. Of course he had no real experience to base his guess on. Other than catching a peek at Jenny with some of his buddies he really didn’t have any kind of “sexual” knowledge. All he did know was that he thought about Mrs. Adams and her beautiful breasts A LOT. He would daydream about burying his face between those gorgeous orbs while he stroked his hard cock. He would kill for a chance to feel their soft skin against his cheeks as he pulled his raging hard-on. He was getting hard just thinking of it. He almost jumped out of his skin when Mrs. Adams opened the door.

“I’m sorry,” she purred. “I didn’t mean to startle you. What can I do for you?” She was wearing one of her halter-tops that barely seemed to contain her womanly charms. John could hardly take his eyes off them to answer her.

“I-I-I’m J-J-John Miller from down the street.” John was so nervous. How could he stutter and look so childish in front of this worldly woman? “I-I-I was wondering if you would like me to mow your yard.” John was ready to run. Here she was right in front of him and he couldn’t even talk.

“Oh, yeah, John. I’ve seen you around. I could use a nice strong boy like you to mow my yard. How much would you charge me?” Her voice sounded like honey dripping from her lips. His cock throbbed inside his jeans. Sweat was running down his forehead. Was it really that hot out here?

“Oh I wasn’t thinking of charging you. I just thought that since you’re all alone now you could use some help.” John was blurting the words out. If he talked fast maybe she wouldn’t notice how nervous he was.

“Don’t be silly,” she said as she took his hand. “Come inside and we’ll talk about it over a nice cold glass of lemonade.” John followed her blindly. He didn’t even hear her words as they walked into the house and she sat him down on the sofa. His eyes were in a direct line with those melons of his dreams as she bent over to ask him what he wanted to drink. “John?” “John?” Mrs. Adams reached out and stroked his cheek. With one hand on her knee and the other reaching up to stroke his check John could almost see right inside her blouse. He could see the flesh of those golden mammaries. He realized he saw no tan line. Did Mrs. Adams lay out topless to sun??!! John would have to find out. “JOHN!?” Mrs. Adams said again louder.

“Huh!? Oh sorry. I guess I was daydreaming.”

“About what?” Mrs. Adams asked him with a devilish jigolo escort gaziantep grin on her face. Was it John’s imagination or did she shake her tits at him as she stood up?

John’s face turned a deep crimson as he answered. “Uh, uh, uh nothing much really,” he stammered trying to look her in the eye. It was impossible. Her tits were calling out to him. He wanted, no make that NEEDED, to see them. Feel them. Taste them.

“Would you like some lemonade?” Mrs. Adams was saying as she headed towards the kitchen.

“T-That would be great,” John answered, suddenly aware that his mouth was very dry. John sat on his hands as the lemonade and those beautiful breasts came back into the living room. He hoped Mrs. Adams couldn’t see how hard his cock was. He wanted desperately to take it out and stroke it but he couldn’t let Mrs. Adams see him do something like that. What would she think of him if she knew what he thought of her?

Mrs. Adams leaned over to set the tray with the lemonade on it on the coffee table in front of John. As he reached for his glass, John’s hand brushed against the fabric of her top. His cock twitched in his jeans. He sat back on the couch in a flash. Hopefully she won’t have noticed. Was it him or did she moan just then? John tipped the glass up and drained it of the lemonade.

“My!! You were thirsty,” Mrs. Adams said as she took his glass to refill it. John watched her tits as they swayed inside the tight fitting top. He could make out the outline of her nipples as she sat his glass down. Mrs. Adams sat next to him on the couch. Her hand settled on his leg just above his knee. “Now John, lets talk about what it will cost me to have you mow my yard.”

“Honest, M-M-Mrs. Adams. I really d-d-don’t expect any money for mowing the yard.”

“Who was talking about money?” she said as her hand slid up further on his thigh. John’s throat seemed like it was closing off, it was so dry. His palms were sweating. His cock was so hard it hurt. If she kept this up he would surely shoot off in his jeans.

“I’m not sure what you m-m-mean, Mrs. Adams.”

“Oh please. Call me Cecilia. No sense in being so formal. I think you and I are going to be good friends,” she said as she squeezed his leg. John jumped up off the couch and turned to face Mrs. Adams. One more touch like that and he would blow his load.

“I was just thinking of mowing your yard Mrs. I mean Cecilia.”

“Are you sure that’s ALL you were thinking of, John?”

“Of course. W-W-What else COULD I be thinking of? Was there something else you needed to have taken care of around here?”

“As a matter of fact there is,” she said as she rose to stand next to John. “I’m sure you know my husband has been dead for a long time now and a woman my age needs attention now and again,” she purred in his ear.

“W-W-What do you mean?” He stammered.

“Oh come on now Johnny. You’re a big boy. I saw how you were looking at my tits. You’d like to see them for real wouldn’t you? Maybe even touch them?”

John couldn’t even breathe let alone answer. Was Mrs. Adams really offering to show him her tits? How had she known his ulterior motive for coming over? He just stood stock-still and gaziantep lezbiyen escort bayan watched as Cecilia pulled the halter-top off over her head. Her beautiful tits swung into plain view. She scooped them up one in each hand and started to tweak the nipples as she watched Johnny’s reaction. “Do you like them Johnny?”

“Y-Y-Yes ma’am,” was all he could squeak out.

“Would you like to touch them?” John just swallowed hard and raised his hand. Cecilia stepped back. “Oh no you don’t. I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”

John just looked at her confused so she went on, “I showed you my tits like you wanted now you show me your dick because I want to see it.”

John was mortified. Mrs. Adams wanted to see his dick. He couldn’t show her. It was so hard it was throbbing. He didn’t want her to know what she did to him. “Come on Johnny. Don’t be shy. I’ve seen a dick before. I just want to see what you have to offer a lady.” She took a step closer and rubbed her tits together almost in John’s face. If he wanted to touch the object of his fantasies he would have to undo his fly. His fingers trembled as he reached for the zipper.

Cecilia pulled one of her huge tits to her lips and sucked the nipple inside. John thought his cock was going to explode. He reached inside and took it out. Surely Mrs. Adams wouldn’t notice if he just squeezed it a bit.

“MMMMMMMMMM!! What a nice young cock Johnny!!?? So long and hard,” she purred. “Is it always this hard when you think of my tits?”

“Yes,” he said dreamily. “I mean NO! I don’t think of your tits often. I don’t think of them at all,” he stammered.

“Now Johnny. You’re hurting my feelings. Are you telling me you NEVER think of my beautiful tits when you are stroking your nice young cock?” she pouted.

“Well I guess I have thought of them now and again,” he admitted as he continued to squeeze his swollen member. It felt good now that it was out of the confines of his pants.

“And what do you think about when you think of them,” she asked.

“I think how nice it would be to feel their soft skin against my cheek,” John confessed and then blushed even deeper red than when he was on the porch.

“Something like this,” she said as she stepped closer and slid one of her soft breasts against his face.

“MMMMMMMMM,” John moaned as he started to actively stroke his aching cock.

Cecilia stepped back saying, “I take it you liked that.”

“OH YES!” John replied emphatically.

“Do you always stroke like that when you think of these?” she said bouncing them enticingly before him.

John blushed again but couldn’t take his eyes off those beautiful breasts. His hand was moving with gradually increasing speed. He just nodded as the sight before him transfixed his eyes. He was in heaven. He would do anything she asked at this point as long as she didn’t take away his new toy.

“So how often DO you think of my tits and stroke your young cock, Johnny?”

“MMMMMMMM. All the time,” John confessed. No use in lying about it now. It was obvious that he got excited at the mere thought of her giant tits.

“Why don’t you strip off your clothes? It will make what I want easier.” gaziantep escort masaj salonları John obliged as quickly as he could. He didn’t care what she wanted as long as it involved those magnificent boobs of hers.

“That’s a good boy. Now come here,” she said wagging her finger at him invitingly. John came closer and she handed her tits to him. He took one in each hand and just looked at them longingly. He couldn’t believe he was standing her with Mrs. Adams’, Cecilia’s, tits in his hand. They were so great. Just as soft as he thought they would be. For a moment he even forgot she was still there. It was just him and those breasts. She startled him again when she spoke.

“Would you like to taste them?” John didn’t answer. He just lowered his head and licked the soft flesh. He was in a daze. His tongue couldn’t get enough. When he had licked them over and over he bent down and ever so gently took a nipple between his lips. It’s hard to say who moaned louder, Cecilia or John. “MMMMMMM. What a good boy!!” Cecilia moaned as her fingers wrapped around John’s hair. “That feels so good but I have something else in mind,” she said as she pulled herself from his teenaged grasp.

Cecilia sat on the couch, massaging her own tits. She pulled on the nipples as she looked up at John over them. “Show me how you masturbate when you think of these,” she said shaking them in his direction. John’s hand went to his cock of its own free will. He was staring at those tits shaking before him as he pulled at his hard-on. It was his every fantasy come true. He didn’t even care that she was watching him jerk off. He just wanted those tits. “What are you thinking, Johnny?”

” I am thinking about your tits. I am thinking about how it would feel to slide my dick between them.” The flow of blood to his enraged cock was making John braver. He wanted to fuck those beautiful tits.

“Come over here young man. Stand between my legs.” John stepped between Cecilia’s legs as she scooted forward on the couch. She arched her back to make her tits stand out for him. She brought them to either side of his young, swollen cock and wrapped it in the warmth of those mounds of flesh. John just stood there for a moment reveling in the feel of his cock buried in heaven. Cecilia leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in her mouth. John instinctively rocked forward to force it deeper. His cock was sliding down her throat and between her tits. The moisture from her blowjob was making his cock slide easier through her cleavage. Cecilia threw her head back and watched John’s face as he fucked her tits harder and faster. A man his age wouldn’t last long she knew and she wanted to see his face when he came.

John grabbed Cecilia’s shoulders for leverage and gave it everything he had. His cock was flying through her valley. He watched in awe each time it slid out and then disappeared deep again. He could feel his cum boiling in his balls. He wanted to watch it spray out all over those tits of his dreams. It wasn’t long and he got his wish. Every muscle in his body tightened then exploded as he shot his load across those soft tits. Shot after shot landed on target. When he was done he pulled back and watched as Cecilia’s tongue snaked out and tasted his cum.

Looking up at him from her cum-spattered tits she asked, “Will that cover mowing the yard?”

John giggled. “For that Mrs. Adams, I’ll mow your yard EVERY day.”

“Cecilia,” she reminded him. “I don’t think my yard will need mowed EVERY day but I’m sure I can find some thing else for you to help me with.” She winked at him and shook her tits. His cock was already responding. It was going to be a GREAT summer!!

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Author’s Note: Welcome to the latest installment of Milf Tails. This series has gone over very well and I’m glad everyone is enjoying it. I hope that enjoyment continues with this new edition. Lovecraft68

*****

I pulled up in front of Dave’s house and sat in the car working up the nerve to ask to borrow money. Not that he wouldn’t do it; but I knew things had been tough for him and his mother in the year since his father had left for California to chase some slut he’d been banging.

But I could pay him back next week when I got my paycheck from Stop and Shop and really needed the money today. I looked down at the passenger seat at the bouquet of colorful flowers I’d spent the last of my money on. The flowers were for Kim who had called me yesterday to say we were through because she didn’t think I paid enough attention to her.

I didn’t feel that was true and had the sinking feeling she knew it too and this was a cop out to start seeing someone else. But Kim was pretty, a lot of fun and, when in the mood, a damn good lay, better than the two other girls I’d messed around with back in high school.

I didn’t think she was ‘the one’ as my mother would say, but she was a great ‘miss right now’ and I didn’t want to give up on it just yet. As I got out of the car and made my way up the walkway to their door I reviewed my plan.

Go to the apartment she shared with her room mates, give her the flowers, apologize, then if that got me back in her good graces take her to Lupos where her favorite local band was playing. Which is why I needed fifty bucks, I had a few bucks to spend but the tickets were twenty five a pop.

I knocked and fidgeted until Dave opened the door, “Hey Sam!” he stepped aside for me to come in, “What’s going on?”

“Oh, well um…” I stopped, once again feeling bad about needing a favor. Noting he was wearing his Domino’s shirt and cap, I stalled, “I thought you had Friday nights off?”

“Someone called out and I could use the hours,” He shrugged, “Besides I’m riding solo since Tonya dropped me and I needed to be out of here tonight anyway.”

“Why do you have to…”

“Why do you look nervous?” He cut me off.

I sighed, “Kim broke up with me.”

“Oh, well, hey, welcome to the club.” He grinned, “Want to borrow some hand lotion and exchange links to dirty movies?”

“Hopefully not yet, I’m going to try and get back with her.”

“Good luck, but I need to get going soon, you need anything?”

“Yeah uh…I feel like an ass asking, but I’m trying to get her to go to a show with me tonight and you wouldn’t happen to have fifty until Wednesday would you?”

“Jeez, not that much, no.” He shrugged. “Sorry, Sam.”

“It’s okay.” I shrugged, “I figured you might not and…”

I stopped at the sound of heels on the hardwood floor and looked up to see Dave’s mom, Robin enter the room. Normally I would have said hello, but normally, Robin wasn’t dressed the way she was now.

Dave’s mom was hot, damn hot, but in a prim, sort of girl-or in her case-milf next door- way. Robin had gorgeous blonde hair she wore up or pinned back with a head band most of the time and wore little if any make up. She was on the taller side and had legs that went on forever, but did everything she could to hide them.

Her mode of dress was either business suits with shapeless baggy slacks or skirts that were always knee length. The only reason I knew she had nice legs was I’d been sleeping over here and there since I’d been fourteen and had seen her in shorts a couple of times and one thrilling instance of seeing her in a bathing suit.

Even then, as soon as she realized I was there, the shorts were replaced by loose fitting jeans and she had quickly left the pool the time I’d dropped by and seen her sun bathing. She had emerged from the house in a long sundress that had gone down to her damn ankles.

Robin wasn’t chubby by any means, but not exactly petite and the couple of brief glimpses of her wearing something that flattered her figure displayed a sweet curvy ass and a pretty damn impressive set of tits.

I’d always found it odd that it was the fact Robin didn’t show herself off that turned me on about her. Must be that expression, leaving things to the imagination and I would be a liar if I tried to deny imagining her body many times in the six years I’d been friends with Dave.

But right now…Robin had quite a bit on display and I was not minding at all! She was wearing a short red robe that barely went past her ass and a pair of red fuck me stiletto heels that strapped around her ankles.

Those shoes did amazing things for her already damn fine legs and my eyes enjoyed the long journey up and down those shapely legs, lingering on her lush thighs. The robe was open at the top enough to show some cleavage-something she never displayed- and the sight of the round tops of her breasts caused my heart to skip a beat.

I swore I could see a hint of red lace and wondered what was beneath it. Completing this damn sexy makeover of my friend’s normally gaziantep grup escort bayan proper mother was her long blonde hair was not just down, but teased out. There were some blonde ringlets framing her face and I was struck with how pretty she was.

The deep red lipstick she was wearing added to that beauty, showing off her full lips and a mouth that definitely looked as if she would be good at a very specific skill.

“Dave!” She exclaimed, Startling me out of what had to have been some blatant staring. “I thought you were at work!”

“No,” He shook his head, “I told you they didn’t need me until seven, I was just leaving, when…”

“Sam!” Her eyes fell on me, “Oh my God!” I had to hold back a laugh as her face turned as red as her robe. “I…I am so sorry! Look at me!”

“Don’t be sorry,” I laughed, “I’m not.”

I realized how bad that sounded, but noticed Dave didn’t seem upset, in fact he laughed too,

“Hey. See that mom? I told you, you were Milf!”

“Dave don’t be rude!” She waved her hand at him and I caught a glimpse of her long red nails.

A quick glance back to the shoes showed off her toes matched and I wished I could get a damn picture of her like this, but something told me my imagination would hold onto this image for quite some time.

“I’m…I wasn’t excepting you to be here. I heard the door and thought it was…”

“Ralph.” Dave now had an unhappy look on his face. “Don’t worry I’ll be gone in a couple of minutes.”

“Fine.” She tightened the robe around herself, “And I’m sorry you saw me like this Sam. Even if you’re not, it’s not very proper.”

“No worries, Miss Warner.” I shrugged, “You’re not showing that much.” Although for her she was and I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing more.

“I am.” She looked down at her legs, “And it’s not like…well, I know what I look like I’m doing.”

“What you will be.” Dave rolled his eyes, “You’re a grown woman, mom, and its okay to have fun.”

Her blush deepened and despite the fact I saw her as hot…I just wanted to take her in my arms and give her a kiss, she was so damn cute! I’d never met a woman so good looking who was so shy.

“Well, okay, now that I made a fool of myself in front of my son and made Sam see more of me than he would want to, I’m going to go in my room and die of embarrassment.”

I bit back a remark that Sam would want to see much, much more and said, “I have to go too.” I looked at Dave, “Thanks anyway.”

He nodded and I watched Robin leave the room and walk down the hallway towards her room. I drank in the smooth backs of her legs and marveled at how high those damn fuck me shoes were. Whoever Ralph was he was a luck bastard! I looked up to see Dave watching me ogle his mother.

“Sorry, man.” I grinned sheepishly.

“I don’t care.” He sighed, “Hate to say it, but I’m glad you made that dumb remark.”

“You are?”

“Yea, I am.” He shook his head, “You know, Sam, my mom is really a beautiful woman. In fact mom, or not, I think she’s pretty hot.

“Whoa!” I laughed, “Dude, that’s your mom!”

“I didn’t say I wanted to touch her, you moron.” He punched my arm, but was grinning, “This isn’t one of those crazy taboo porn movies. My point is she’s shy and doesn’t think she’s that good looking.”

“Well would you rather her be slutting around, showing it off?”

“No, but I’d like her to be confident enough to see she is attractive and feel better about herself so she would meet someone.”

“It seems she has, Ralph?”

“Ralph is a prick like my dad.” Dave said disgustedly. “He makes cracks that she’s not bad looking for her age, but that’s okay, he thinks she’s pretty.”

“One of those.” I shook my head, “I hate those guys.”

“I do too, but Mom kept hiding herself away and he’s the first guy she has dated since the divorce so I figure at least she has someone for now and when she sees he’s an asshole and dumps him, she will know she can find someone.”

“I still can’t believe she really doesn’t know she’s hot!”

“My father met her in college and she was shy and he fed into that. He loved that she dressed boring and showed nothing, no competition for him. Then we find out the prick was fucking any young intern he could get his hands on.”

“Yeah, that sucked, your mom is too sweet for that, she deserved better.”

“And when she caught on and confronted him?” Dave was now pacing back and forth and looking agitated.

I stood there and let him rant, figuring the last year had been pretty upsetting for him as much as his mom.

“My asshole father then blames my mother for his cheating saying she was a prude, she dressed like an old lady, and she wasn’t a confident woman so she drove him to it; made her feel bad about herself.”

“That’s low, man.”

“Yeah…when he left I did everything I could to get her out and to meet someone and to dress sexier. I know that’s odd for a son to do, but I wanted her to see guys reactions güneyşehir escort bayan to her and see she has a lot to offer in every way. She’s smart and sweet and pretty, she needs to know guys see the pretty part. Her friends tried too, but nothing.”

“Where did she meet this guy?”

“A friend fixed her up, but surprised her so she couldn’t say no. He’s a jerk, but…like I said maybe she gets back in the saddle then says “Hey I can do this” and move on.”

“So I guess tonight is saddle time.”

“Yeah, my ass needs to not be here, so good thing for work. But it’s her birthday so I’m glad she won’t be alone.”

“Shit, I didn’t even tell her happy birthday!”

“That’s okay, tell her next time. I have to…” He stopped and slapped his head. “Shit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m so stupid!” He laughed, “I’m thinking I’m broke because I put my money away for insurance, but I’s not due until Next Friday.”

“So you can lend it to me?”

“Yeah, but fuck!” He looked at his watch, “I have to go! Go in my room, in the top drawer of my desk there’s an envelope, take fifty.”

“Thanks man!” I shook his hand, “You’ll get it back!”

“I know and hey, do me favor?”

“What?”

“If you see my mother again…tell her she looks nice, don’t be a perv, but tell her happy birthday and how beautiful she is.”

“Odd request, but sure!” I laughed, “I won’t be lying!”

“Keep it in your shorts and just be nice to my mom, she could use it.”

Dave left the house and as I headed down the hall to his room I thought I would like nothing more than to be ‘nice’ to his sweet and sexy mom.

*****

I hurried into Dave’s room and looking in his desk found the envelope and removed the fifty dollars. Closing the drawer I looked at the small digital clock on his desk and frowned, it was close to seven. Kim went out Friday nights with her friends and if I wanted to catch her at home, my ass needed to get moving.

I exited his room and stopped in my tracks when I saw Robin walked away from me towards the living room. She was on her cell and I stayed where I was, taking advantage of being able to stare at her legs again.

“Ralph, what do you mean, you’re not coming? All week you said you were coming over!”

Uh-oh, I thought and silently padded down the hallway. I didn’t want her to see me, but didn’t want to get caught lurking in the hallway either if she turned around.

“But…but honey, it’s my birthday!” She was getting upset and I felt my stomach sink.

She turned the corner to go into the living room and I quickly reached the end and waited for a chance to bolt out the door so she wouldn’t know I had heard anything.

“Ralph, please…I…I bought something new and…and fun.” She paused, “Yes, that kind of fun I…I know I’ve been kind of shy, but its my birthday and I thought I could give you a gift too.”

She hadn’t slept with him yet. She was shy! She had crossed the living room and as she started to enter the dining room off of it I quickly made my way to the front door to leave. I eased the door open and as I stepped out heard Robin raise her voice. I couldn’t make out the words, but a few seconds later, I heard her yell, “Then forget it you asshole!”

Good for her, I thought, then frowned when I heard her sob. She came walking back into the living room and as I slipped through the door I caught a glimpse of her walking past with her head down, crying. She headed for her room and part of me thought about asking if she were alright, but didn’t want to embarrass her.

I walked to my car wondering if I should call Dave, but then he would either leave work and get in trouble or spend the rest of the night worrying about her. I got into my car and as I went to start it, my cell rang. I saw it was Kim and answered,

“Hey, Kim!”

“Thought you were coming over?” She asked.

“I never said that.” I looked at the flowers and smiled.

“I heard you were, but you’re not here.”

“I had to stop for a couple of things.” I rolled my eyes, I’d told one of her friends I was thinking of trying to talk to her tonight, big mistake.

“Guess I’m not that important then.” She said, “But tell you what, get here in fifteen minutes and maybe I’ll let you take me out and…if it’s fun, maybe we have some fun.”

I was ready to tell her I was on my way when my mind quickly replayed her last words…what a bitch! I had wanted to try to make it work, but seriously?

“Sam, you there?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m here.” I looked down at the flowers then glanced at Dave’s house and thought of his mother in there crying. She was a sweet woman who was now alone on her birthday and here was this stuck up bitch taking it for granted I would jump when she snapped her fingers.

“Well, you coming or not?”

“No.” I said, “But I bet you will be as soon as you find some jerk at the club tonight.”

“What did you say?” She demanded.

“I said, piss off, Kim, I’m not going to be islahiye escort bayan used.” I hung up on her and leaned back in my seat.

It wasn’t like I was in love with her or anything, but it still sucked getting treated like that. Well at least I could just give Dave his money back. I looked at the flowers and wondered what I could do with them, then thought of Robin. I smiled at the thought I could give them to her and say they were for her birthday, make her happy.

I grabbed the bouquet and made my way back up to the door. I hadn’t locked it on my way out and let myself back in, this time locking it behind me in case her asshole boyfriend did show up, this way he couldn’t just walk right in.

I looked for her in the dining room and kitchen and then headed for her bedroom. I hesitated outside her door and wondered how this would look. I then shrugged, how could it look? It’s not like she would think I was giving the flowers to her because I was hot for her or anything. I listened at the door and frowned when I heard her sniffling in there.

I knocked and she called out, “Dave, is that you, honey. You forget something?”

“No, Miss Warner, its Sam, um…can I come in for a minute?”

“Sam? I…I guess.”

I put my hand behind my back, hiding the flowers and opened the door. I figured she would have changed, especially seeing she told me to come in, but to my surprise-and pleasure-she was still in the sexy robe. I did notice the shoes were off and her long legs were stretched out on her bed. She was sitting up, her back against a pillow and a box of tissues next to her.

“What are you still doing here, Sam?” As she spoke, she grabbed the comforter and pulled it from the side of the bed, over her legs. “Everything okay?”

“With me? Sure, but you look like you’re crying.” I played dumb on having heard what had happened.

“Just some kind of disappointing news.” She gave me a forced smile, “I’m okay, but…” Her eyes narrowed, “What are you hiding behind your back?”

“Well I felt like a jerk I didn’t say it earlier so I ran down the street to get you something.”

“Say what?”

“Happy birthday, Miss Warner!” I brought the flowers around with a flourish and handed them to her.

“Oh, how thoughtful!” She exclaimed and the smile she gave me made it worth blowing off that bitch and doing a good deed for someone who deserved it.

She took the flowers and smelled them, “They’re beautiful!”

Recalling what Dave had asked me to do; I winked, “For a beautiful lady!”

“Oh, twenty and already using bad pick up lines?” She laughed, “That was smooth though and you looked serious.”

“I am.” I told her and wasn’t lying, “You’re a very attractive woman, Miss Warner.”

“Aren’t you sweet.” She leaned over to her left and grabbed vase that had a single rose in it and tucked the flowers I gave her into it.

When she leaned over the sheet lifted up and I was given a good view of her bare hip as the robe rode up. I noticed a red string over her hip and figured she was wearing a thong under the robe, goddamn!

“So, um…why are you upset?”

“Oh.” She returned to leaning against the bed, “It’s nothing, thank you for the flowers and the pity compliments, but you can go.”

“I meant what I said and…do you want to talk?”

“Please, its Friday night, a good looking young guy like you has to have something better to do than talk to frumpy old lady like me.”

“Old lady? Hell no!” I shook my head.

“Old enough to be your mom.” She pointed out.

“Age is a number,” I pointed at her, “Look at you, Miss Warner, you look damn good. I wasn’t kidding before.” I grinned at her, “And milf’s and cougars are the hottest thing in…” I caught myself

“In what?” She asked.

“Oh, uh…” I turned my head, “Porn. Sorry, totally not right to say.”

She laughed, “You’re blushing! You’re a very sweet; I’ve always loved that about you.”

“Thanks, you’re sweet too.” I smiled, “You were adorable out there when you were blushing.”

“Adorable?” Her blue eyes twinkled and she laughed, “Oh, honey, you practicing for the club?”

“No I’m not that smooth.” I looked down at her and realized here I was in her bedroom with her lying in front of me in a tiny robe with who knows what type of sexiness underneath it.

Not that anything would happen, but it was still a thrill and I didn’t want to leave.

“But, you were pretty upset; sure you don’t want to talk?”

“Please Sam, it’s a nice offer, but like I said, I’m sure there is some pretty girl out there waiting for you.” She paused, “Karen, is it?”

“Kim and we broke up.”

“Oh, honey, that’s too bad.” She reached out and put her hand over mine.

I wasn’t sure what was a bigger thrill, the contact or her calling me honey.

“It’s okay, we weren’t that serious and she was…well…kind of a bitch.”

“Really? Or you saying that because you’re mad.”

I was going to say forget it, but she patted the bed, “Sit down and tell me about it.”

I didn’t have to be told twice and sat on the edge of the bed and turned to the side so I was facing her, As she sat there listening intently I told her about how Kim had broke up with me and my plan to get her back and how she had found out and what she’d said to me.

“Good for you, standing your ground.” She patted my hand again, “I’m sure a good looking guy like you will find someone soon.”

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Summary: Nerd gets break of his life when MILF seduces him after seeing his big cock.

Note 1: This is a 2016 Summer Contest Story

Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, Dave and Wayne for editing.

Mom’s Best Friend: A Virginity Lost

“God, if I don’t get fucked soon I think my pussy will shrivel up like a raisin,” Kendra, my Mom’s best friend, said out of the blue.

I was just coming down the stairs and I shouldn’t have overheard that! It was just before lunch and I had finally woken up just minutes ago following a wild night of dungeons and dragons that had gone until 3 am. I froze, and even held my breath for a few seconds. I really shouldn’t have heard that!

Kendra was a super-hot MILF, my mom’s best friend from high school, a cheerleader who had gotten knocked up on prom night (the biggest cliché in the world) and now at 41 was single. Both of her kids were gone all summer working overseas, and her divorce final a few months ago.

She had been the stereotypical hot cheerleader with blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits, a great ass and toned tanned legs. She was no longer a cheerleader (duh), but she still had all the rest in spades!

Her daughter, Tierra, was in my graduating class and was a younger, even bigger tittied girl who messed up a great head start by being a complete bitch.

I had enjoyed many a stroke fantasy on Tierra and her mother.

I knew for an absolute fact that my buddies and I were the only eighteen year old virgins in the entire universe. For the record, we were geeks, not nerds… which is a very important clarification to make… because it meant we were not academic geniuses… we were just technologically suave as well as major gamers (both video as well as board game).

In other words, I wasn’t ugly, or super scrawny, I was as average looking as they came. I just had a heck of a time trying to talk to any girl… as did the rest of my gaming group… thus why the only parties I had ever attended were birthdays and game parties.

We also shared many movie nights… always raunchy sex comedies that made us envious.

It started with ‘American Pie’, but my dad’s massive DVD collection had hundreds of eighties movies and our main go to movies included: ‘Mischief’, ‘Private School’, ‘Private Resort’, and the classic ‘Porky’s’.

God, high school seemed so much more fun back then and the guys getting laid didn’t look so perfect like all the male models that star in teen movies now.

My Mom laughed, “I’m pretty sure that isn’t how it works or my pussy would be a prune.”

“You at least have Jake,” Kendra said, Jake being my dad.

Mom scoffed, actually scoffed, saying, “He lasts a minute and then falls asleep.”

“A good man makes sure you come first,” Kendra said, information that I instantly filed in my long term memory… one more piece to the enigmatic puzzle that was the opposite sex.

“Yeah? Well Jake doesn’t munch cunt at all,” Mom replied, sounding long term frustrated. Plus, hearing my mom use the ‘C’ word had my mouth dropping open even as my cock went from asleep to rigidly alert in 3.5 seconds.

“Well, no one eats cunt better than your first,” Kendra quipped.

Mom laughed, “Wow, that was a long time ago.”

“I still remember you protesting you weren’t a lesbian,” Kendra said, laughing.

My hard cock flexed in my pants at my sudden vision of Kendra licking Mom’s pussy.

“Well, I wasn’t,” Mom replied.

“You were that first night,” Kendra disagreed, “and a lot of other nights after that.”

Mom added, “And days, too. Remember when I went down on you in the girl’s bathroom during chemistry class?”

“How could I forget?” Kendra laughed. “Next period I sat in English trying to concentrate on Hamlet with cum trickling down my legs.”

“You should’ve worn panties,” Mom quipped.

“You wouldn’t let me! It gave you easier access so you could snack on me. Once you got the urge for my cream pie you never wanted to wait,” Kendra countered.

“Man, that was a lifetime ago,” Mom breathed with a sigh.

Kendra said, her tone playful, “Maybe it’s time to travel back in time.”

Mom gasped, “Kendra!”

I pulled my sweats and underwear down and began stroking my seven inch cock.

“I’m serious. I need a good fucking very soon and maybe that good fucking can be from you,” she said.

Mom gasped yet again, “Kendra, what has gotten into you?”

“Nothing, and that is the precise difficulty,” Kendra answered. “Seriously… I need you either to come and munch on my pussy, or to fuck me. Do you have any cucumbers?”

Maybe they would have fucked right then and there but that was the threshold when too much blood had finally reached the tipping point as it had travelled from my head to my cock, so I fainted and tumbled down the stairs.

“What the…?” Mom gasped, her maternal instincts kicking in as her precious little boy fell down the stairs, his sweats and underwear at his gaziantep yabancı escort bayan ankles.

Both women rushed to the end of the stairs to discover me on my back, unable to move in excruciating pain, my hard cock saluting them both.

I stammered, “I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…!”

“Well, he doesn’t get that from his father now does he?” Kendra exulted, staring at my erect dick.

“Put that thing away,” my mother demanded, mortified, but still sneaking a look at my cock.

“Okay, but take your time,” Kendra smiled, amused as hell and still devouring my rigid cock with her eyes.

“Kendra, don’t encourage this,” my Mother said.

“What? He’s eighteen,” she said, as I struggled to wrestle my sweats up my legs. “He is, isn’t he?”

“That has nothing to do with it,” Mom said, clearly still appalled by what had just happened and probably also very worried about how much I had heard.

Sweats and underwear now in place more or less, I scurried upstairs, trying to fight through the pain coursing through me, as Kendra called out to me, “Very impressive, Eddie.”

“Kendra!” My mom scolded.

“What? It is very impressive. You have to admit that,” Kendra said, “How long has it been since you’ve seen it?” just before I slammed my bedroom door shut and unfortunately couldn’t hear my mom’s next response.

As I collapsed on my bed my head was swirling with emotions:

-Embarrassed at being caught with my pants down… literally.

-Excited at all I had just heard and learned about my mom’s lesbian past.

-Flattered that Kendra liked my cock.

-Aroused by my mental pictures of Kendra and my mom eating each other out.

-Really intrigued and flattered that Kendra liked my cock.

Replaying the shocking words I had heard and the shocking truths from the past I had also heard, my cock was still rock hard. It seems that lust overrides shame. Ask me if I care.

I closed my eyes and began jerking off, imagining Mom and Kendra in the throes of lesbian passion. Now I should note here that although I’ve had many fantasy girls starring in my stroke fantasies, Kendra is my number two and as sick and twisted as it may seem to you… get over it! What do you know?!… Mom has always been my number one… especially when she was wearing her white and red nurses’ outfit with sheer white pantyhose.

I furiously stroked my cock, imagining Mom eating Kendra’s pussy… still in awe that Mom had been a lesbian in high school.

In under a minute I was inches close to coming when my door burst open and Mom gasped, “Jesus Christ, Edwin!”

I was too far gone to have any control as my load erupted out of me and my cum flew through the air as both Mom and Kendra watched, but with very different facial expressions.

“Wow, that is a lot of cum,” Kendra admired, again obviously impressed as she stared eagerly from behind my mother.

Mom was far more shocked than impressed. “Come downstairs once you clean up,” she said tersely as she briefly glanced down at my cock before stalking away.

Kendra however, remained to watch as the final rope of my cum fluttered down to my stomach, the look on her face one of mischievousness. She winked at me before also leaving.

I was again mortified even though I had never come so hard in my life.

I stood up, cleaned my mess and changed clothes.

Nervously I headed downstairs, even though I was kind of curious how much trouble Mom would be willing to announce I was in with Kendra listening.

I walked into the kitchen and Mom and Kendra were in a sixty-nine, their heads buried in between each other’s legs.

I’m sorry, dear reader, I was just kidding… although that would have been awesome.

They were at the table looking at each other but not talking.

“Have a seat, Edwin,” Mom instructed, sounding as nervous as I felt.

I did, avoiding eye contact.

“How long were you eavesdropping?” Mom asked.

“A while,” I mumbled, feeling guilty.

“Did you hear the entire conversation?” Mom asked.

I nodded, trying to avoid speaking as long as possible.

“Well, I’m not happy about you listening in on a private conversation, but we shouldn’t have been having such a conversation in the first place,” Mom said, glancing at Kendra.

Kendra finally chipped in. “Alice, he is eighteen. He knows that adults have frank conversations and sometimes those conversations are sexual.”

“Yes, but….” Mom began.

“Enough, Alice,” Kendra interrupted my mother, something I had never seen anyone brave enough to attempt. Mom was a strong-willed woman and not one to be told what to do.

To my surprise, Mom closed her mouth and waited.

I looked up from my lap for the first time, to see my Mom’s face as red as the fiery gates of hell, not out of anger though, but embarrassment.

Kendra said, “I’m sorry you heard that conversation Edwin. It was just me whining about my lack of gaziantep genç escort bayan a sex life and me fondly recalling some wonderful times I’d shared with your mother in our past.”

“Something we have not done since college,” Mom clarified immediately.

I felt a hand on my left leg, hidden from my Mom by the tablecloth as Kendra continued, “Yes, your mother turned all prudish once she met your father.”

“I did not,” Mom protested. “I just became an adult.”

“Adulthood is no fun,” Kendra sighed, as her hand slithered slowly up my leg.

“Oh Kendra,” Mom sighed this time, “life is what you make of it.”

“Exactly,” Kendra said, as her wandering hand had finally ventured as far as my suddenly growing cock. “Life is for the now. Isn’t that right, Eddie?”

Kendra squeezed my cock, deliberately leading the witness, but I only stammered, “I-I-I guess.”

“Edwin, I’m sorry you had to learn about my past in such an embarrassing way, but that is in my past,” Mom said, stressing the word ‘past’ as she made eye contact with Kendra.

“Okay, okay,” Kendra shrugged, her hand now sneaking inside my sweats and grasping my raging hard on, “I was simply trying to break the monotony of our current lives.”

I tried not to groan and give anything away as her hand slowly, secretly, stroked my cock. Another first. Nobody had ever done that before!

“My life is not monotonous,” Mom defended standing up, as Kendra’s finger rolled around my cock head. I glanced down at Mom’s silk-clad white legs and feet, wearing her sexy nurses’ outfit, making my cock jerk in Kendra’s hand. I scooted my chair closer to the table.

“Marriage is monotonous,” Kendra countered, “and that’s unavoidable unless you cheat or swing,” as her finger continued to roll around my cock head.

“I need to go to the washroom,” Mom said clearly wanting this conversation to end, before joking to me, “try not to expose yourself again while I’m gone.”

As soon as Mom had walked out of the kitchen, my eyes following her legs until we heard the door close, Kendra dropped to her knees, and gushed, “I want a closer look at your fucking snake, Eddie.”

I was speechless, I had visualised so many feverish fantasies of moments very much like this one starring Kendra. And now she was crawling under the table, wanting to spend some quality time with my cock… meanwhile starring in my own, living colour, live action porn movie.

“Oh my, this thing is fucking perfect,” she said, as she resumed stroking it. “How did I not know about this massive fuck stick all this time?”

I was paralyzed with indecision. My Mom would be coming back in a couple of minutes! But even if she walked back through the door this very instant, this was a dream come true!

“Want me to suck it, Eddie?” she asked. I tried very hard not to faint again.

“But what about Mooooooooom?” I prevaricated, even as I felt her heavenly lips wrapping themselves around my very sensitive rod.

“Oh God,” I moaned, completely overwhelmed by what was happening and in awe of how amazing it felt to have a mouth slobbering on my cock. Kendra’s mouth slobbering on my cock! You can fantasize about it, but nothing compares with the reality of having it actually happen.

She bobbed up and down for maybe a minute, slobbering sounds echoing, before I heard the toilet flush. Although I was in heaven, I knew I had to warn her, “The toilet just flushed.”

She sucked for a few more seconds before she moved back up to her chair, leaving me with a raging hard-on. I quickly managed to stuff my cock back in my sweats a few seconds before Mom returned.

I asked, suddenly super uncomfortable and needing to deal with my cock. It was about to burst! “C-c-can I go shower?”

“Sure,” Mom said.

I stood up, my now full scale erection patently obvious through the sweats I had put on. Kendra chortled, “You’d better make sure it’s a cold shower.”

“Kendra!” Mom said exasperated, even as she glanced down at my crotch and couldn’t possibly avoid seeing the bulge in my sweats.

As I hurried from the room, Kendra responded, “What? I’m just giving him a great suggestion.”

Mom laughed, “You need a cold shower.”

“I need something all right,” Kendra agreed, just before I was out of ear reach.

I wanted to keep listening, but was pretty confident that if I got caught eavesdropping again I would soon be guest of honour at a funeral… mine.

I got in the shower, cock fully erect, and followed Kendra’s advice. I turned the water on cold… not freezing… but hopefully enough to calm down my beast that was already fully loaded for round two.

True confession time: I usually jerked off at least four times a day, and had once done it eleven times (but God was I chafed the next day).

This time my dick just laughed at cold water. It was always a tough fucker (haha) and after what I had just experienced remained cocked (haha again) and ready for action even gaziantep gerçek resimli escort bayan as the cold water tried to extinguish the fire in my loins… overwhelmed by my memory of how good it had felt to have Kendra’s mouth wrapped around my cock.

No girl had ever touched my dick, and now that I had just had a just a quick introduction to a blow job I wanted more. You can’t replicate pleasure like that just by masturbating.

Kendra had sucked on my dick while Mom had been just next door in the bathroom.

Fuck, she was definitely going to be my lone stroke session fantasy for a while… I even remembered a hot picture of her from Halloween when she was dressed as a slutty nun, the tops of her thigh high black stockings in clear view and her cute shoeless feet in those sheer silk stockings displaying her pink painted toenails.

That picture had been a stroke fantasy in the past and had just been promoted to the top of the queue for the next one.

I took a long shower, knowing if I lingered at least fifteen minutes Mom would probably have left for work.

And my cock, although determined, did eventually, and reluctantly, go into slumber once I stopped trying to figure out Kendra’s intentions and forced myself to mentally replay the second world championship chess game of Capablanca vs Lasker in 1921 (I told you I was a geek.)

But even though I was now flaccid, I couldn’t stop thinking about Kendra.

Was she just playing with my mind?

Was she so horny she couldn’t resist?

Did my dick really impress her that much?

Fuck! I wish I was the kind of guy who knew how to hit on an older woman… but truthfully, I didn’t have the remotest idea of how to hit on any girl, any woman.

I looked through the bathroom window at the driveway and saw Mom’s car was gone, so I assumed the coast was clear and I went downstairs.

I arrived in the kitchen and saw a note not from Mom, but Kendra:

Hey Big boy,

I need someone to mow a lawn before my open house later this afternoon. Are you available?

Kendra

Thinking maybe, just maybe, please maybe, this could lead to something sexual with her and in any case I could use the money, I texted her:

Sure. When and where?

She texted back ASAP reminding me of her address.

I responded that I could be there in twenty minutes.

She responded that the lawn mower was in the shed in the back and it was unlocked.

I had mowed her lawn a few times before, so I knew the routine. The lawn was likely a disaster, but she paid well.

I drove to the address and as usual it looked like it hadn’t been maintained all summer.

I sighed, knowing that this was going to take a while.

When I got to the shed I sighed again. The lawn mower was still an antique.

It took me ten minutes to get it going, but it finally started and for the next hour and a half I mowed the lawn. To make matters worse it had to be 100 degrees outside and my entire body had become covered with sweat within minutes. And this was a humid heat… you know the kind… where the sweat just sits on your skin without doing anything helpful.

Kendra came outside to her porch and gave me a wave, wearing an entirely different outfit than before, a nice red dress that showcased her big tits, and sheer black silk hose. Again no shoes. My cock was instantly hard again as I replayed this morning in its entirety… the real and the fantasy… especially my newest MILF stroke fantasy of Kendra being in awe of my cock and even saying so before sucking it into her wet mouth.

God, I wanted this MILF.

God, I wanted her mouth back on my cock.

God, I wanted to watch her sucking my cock.

God, I wanted to come in her mouth.

I waved back like a geek, totally distracted by this goddess, so of course I crashed the lawn mower into a concrete statue.

She laughed, and I shrugged at her, resuming the task at hand, even as my hidden cock secretly saluted her.

When I looked back up she had gone back inside. I sighed at my clumsy ineptitude… although that particular clumsy ineptitude had at least triggered my memory of the surreal experience of earlier today.

Although I knew it was unlikely, I held out hope that her comments, her looks and her brief oral embrace of my cock foreshadowed my fucking her.

God, how I wanted to fuck Kendra.

I finished the lawn, still covered in sweat, and went to tell her I was done.

Usually she paid me on the spot and that would be awesome. I wanted to pick up the new PlayStation game Resident Evil 4.

I knocked on the back door and she called out, “Come on in, I need some help inside.”

I opened the door and warned, “I’m kind of sweaty and covered with grass trimmings.”

“Okay. Then get undressed over there and go take a quick shower,” she instructed, as she put icing on cupcakes.

“Really?” I asked, intrigued by her suggestion, even though she’d spoken rather casually.

“I’ve already seen what you hide down there Eddie,” she said, smiling at me. “And I have to admit it is a pretty impressive package.”

“T-t-thanks,” I stammered, in awe of such flattery from the hottest MILF I knew… even hotter than her daughter, since Kendra was in no way a bitch.

“Well, hurry up, big boy,” she grinned, “we’ve got lots to do and not much time to do it.”

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My mother-in-law Janet is 50 with the body of a 30 year old. She has a 36dd bust, nice shapely legs and a really cute derriere. I have had sex with my mother-in-law a couple of times that was exciting for both of us.

It all started when we went out for family nights out and gatherings, she would always flirt and tease me by saying I was the best son-in-law she had and how her daughter was the luckiest woman alive, you know the stuff ego’s are made of. She would always dance with me and make sure there was some kind of sex talk whilst dancing. To be honest I hadn’t really thought of her sexually until recently when her car was broken and had to rely on people in the family to take her places, of course I never gave it a second thought for taking her places when I was available. The first time it happened I had taken her to a meeting about 30 miles away from where she lives and waited in the car for her. About an hour or so later she came out of the meeting and we were driving home when I noticed that her skirt had ridden up and was showing what I thought were stockings.

Janet was wearing a skirt suit with a white blouse that was un-buttoned at the top. The chat had weirdly turned to a more adult chat, how her and her husband were doing relationship wise. Janet told me that she suspected her fella gaziantep rus escort bayan was cheating on her (my wife had told me that he was cheating on her as he had been seen) so I didn’t know what to say to her other than say I couldn’t believe it if he was while trying to console her.

Janet started to get very upset so I found a pub and we stopped off for a drink to calm her down. Once inside Janet broke down in tears and I sat beside her and held her. The pub was not busy so I wasn’t bothered that she was upset. I had my arm around her and she had her head on my shoulder and she had hold of my hand. After the tears had stopped we had a really good chat about things and she started to tell me about my wife and how she knew something about her but didn’t want to say.

So I pleaded with her to tell me and she eventually came out with, my wife had cheated on me as one of her friends had seen her with another man (this man I actually knew, as we often have 3sums with him and I wasn’t about to tell Janet that) I pretended to be shocked and Janet told me that her daughter was lucky to have me and how could she do that to me. Janet started to rub my leg and try to console me even though I wasn’t bothered, a bit annoyed that my wife gaziantep swinger escort bayan had been seen and what people were thinking of her even though that’s how we live, but anyway that’s another story.

To be honest the way Janet was rubbing my leg I did get excited, and had started to breathe faster, so I returned the favour to her by rubbing her leg up and under the hem of her skirt and up toward her knickers, but she had tights on not stockings as I had thought. I started to rub her through her tights anyway she had started to breathe faster as she was starting to fondle me through my trousers. I pulled away from Janet and told her that we were in a pub and we couldn’t and shouldn’t be doing this.

Janet said that she wanted me and we could drive somewhere, I was totally shocked and my head was spinning as we just stood up and went back to the car. When we got in the car Janet was straight on my cock like a mad woman, she unzipped me and started to suck me off. I moved in the car park to where no one would be able to see what was going on and I then went straight for her and shoved my hand under her skirt as she opened her legs really wide for me so I could rub her and I could feel she was wet.

All the while we were gaziantep travesti escort kızlar kissing like to school kids. I asked Janet if she would jump in the back with me, which we did. Janet took her tights off and I pulled my clothes off so she could get better access to me, she soon was back to sucking my cock. I had my hand inside her silky panties and to my shock she was totally shaven smooth and I could not believe that she had a shaven pussy. Janet was soon coming all over my hand, and the way she was sucking me off I wasn’t going to last much longer.

So I pulled Janet onto my lap and she slowly impaled herself onto my ready to burst cock. I undone her blouse and started to suck her nipples which I already suspected would be big and hard as my wife’s are and I wasn’t to be disappointed. Janet was really a sexy woman and I couldn’t believe and still can’t believe why her husband has been cheating on her. In the backseat things thing’s got really frantic as we humped and came together and I filled her pussy with cum. It was the best sex I have ever had off an older woman, we both sat and spoke for a while and talked about how things would go from here. As I was happy with my wife (as we do swing and we both love it) I told Janet we shouldn’t do this again. So we both got dressed and I drove her home in silence. I spoke to Janet the next day as she called me on the phone and said she wanted to meet me again for the same thing. I have met Janet since then at her house which is another story, I have found out things about Janet and her husband that are very similar to the ones me and my wife have. It has opened my eyes over the past few months.

But that’s another story for another time!

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Monday, June 28, 2124

I can’t believe this! They are sending me away again! The only reason I act out is for the attention that they give me, but apparently, I haven’t stepped up my game enough. This time it’s to some fancy boarding school in the middle of nowhere called “Miss Fleurina’s Institute for Refined Young Women.” All of the windows on the transport shuttle are blacked out and we have to take a sedative so we don’t have any idea where it is. Mother says that this school has the best reputation in the entire world. I could care less, I give it a month, maybe two, and then I’ll be gone, just like every other place they’ve tried to send me,

I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, and I’m not allowed to bring anything with me, they even provide my travel clothes! I suppose it’s to try and “reform” us to be the “perfect ladies” that they claim to produce. I have to get up at 7 am to make it to their fancy transport station by 8! That ridiculously early! That’s only 5 hours from now! I guess I better go to bed now.

At 7 am exactly, I was woken from a very pleasant dream of swimming in the Seine with my best friend Chari, and getting in trouble with the rather attractive constable. Mother rushed me through breakfast and out the door we went. The drive was almost an hour-long, and I stared grumpily out the window the whole time. I’m 22 years old, a legal adult, but still stuck under my parent’s thumb. Not that I had any desire to leave, it had been made very clear from the start that if I were to do anything my parents didn’t approve of, I would be cut off from the family fortune, and disowned. I had never worked a day in my life, and I wasn’t about to start now.

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally pulled up the transport station. We were rushed inside to a tastefully decorated office. My parents were told to wait there, and someone would be along to have them finish signing all of the necessary paperwork. I was given only a single article to sign, stating that I was willingly participating in my admittance to the Academy. I knew if I didn’t sign, I would be disowned, and really, I had done this countless times before. No finishing school had been able to hold me for more than a few weeks.

As soon as I signed it, I was whisked down a long gaziantep bayan escort hallway to a room with a single shower stall. The woman escorting me instructed me to shower and leave my clothes in the bag by the door. When I inquired as to what I was expected to wear, and where my clothes would be going, the woman simply told me that all clothing would be provided for the duration of my stay and that my current clothing would be returned to my parents. The woman told me I had one hour, and left abruptly, locking the door behind her. Up until that moment, it had all sort of felt like a dream, but standing alone in the glaringly white bathing room, reality started to sink in. I shook my head and started to undress, no use fighting right now, there was no one there to witness it.

Unbeknownst to Mara, she was being observed by a team that had the special job of watching all of the newcomer’s actions and behavior while in transition. They watched as she turned the shower on, neatly folded her clothing, and placed it in the provided bag before getting into the shower. She quickly washed her hair and body, making sure to pay extra attention to all the nooks and crevices. They made a note as she stood under the spray of warm water after washing up, and then abruptly turned it off and got out. She looked around for a towel and found one hanging on a hook across from the bag where she placed her clothing. There was a robe hanging on the next hook, and she put it on before trying the door handle. It was still locked.

After about 10 minutes, the door opened and the same woman as before told me to follow. I did as I was told, not wanting to argue when I was clad only in a robe. I was led to another small room with a soft chair and a change of clothing. After changing, I was instructed to have a seat and relax. The light dimmed, and I found myself becoming more drowsy with every passing second.

The second that Mara was fully unconscious, the door slid open, and two men entered, they carefully lifted her onto a floating stretcher and guided it through a series of corridors to the waiting glider car.

When I woke, it was in a luxurious bedroom, I was on a king-sized bed, surrounded by fluffy pillows. gaziantep bayan escort ilanları As I looked around, I noted that everything was black or electric blue, with dark grey accents. I climbed out of the bed, and walked over to the smaller door, finding it unlocked, I opened it. The door led to a large bathroom, decorated in the same colors as the bedroom. The shower was a walk-in with one large showerhead on the ceiling, and several smaller ones on every side. It has a built-in bench and another removable shower head with an adjustable nozzle. I walked out of the shower and over to the enormous jacuzzI tub. It was large enough to fit four people comfortably, and it had jets spaced evenly around the edges.

Leaving the bathroom, I opened the next door, which led to a walk-in closet, full of dresses of varying styles, all in shades of black, dark grey, and that same shade of electric blue. There was a set of drawers along the back wall, and the bottom drawer was full of plain underwear that matched the other clothing. On hangers near the dresser, there were bras that were just as plain as the underwear in the drawer.

Back in the bedroom, there was a set of glass doors that I could see led to a beautiful balcony that overlooked a sparkling lake. As I tried the handle to the glass doors, the last, largest set of double doors directly across the room from the balcony doors, opened, and a striking woman walked in. The woman had dark eyes, and her dark brown hair was in a neat bun at the nape of her neck. She was dressed in an attractive purple bodycon dress, with plain black heels.

“Good evening Ms. Warren, I trust you have familiarized yourself with your room. Since we did not have the chance to obtain your measurements before your arrival, we will be doing that now.”

She gestured to a gorgeous man as he walked in, “This is our tailor, Mr. Attenborough, he will be taking your measurements, please cooperate with him to the best of your abilities, I prefer to get this done as quickly as possible.”

Mr. Attenborough walked over to me and gently took my hand, “You may call me Adam my dear, now if you would please raise your arms. Yes, just like that, thank you.” He gaziantep bayan escort reklamları had a deep voice with an alluring accent.

He took various measurements of my arms, jotting them down on his small notepad. I still had my arms raised, and they were starting to tire.

He looked at my face, “Keep those arms up just a bit longer love, I have a few more to take.”

He took out the measuring tape once more and I blushed as he wrapped it around my chest in several places. He wrote down the measurements and then moved on to my underbust, waist, and hips.

“There you are love, you can put your arms down now.” He murmured.

I lowered them quickly, having forgotten that they were still raised. He moved on to my outer leg, and then down to my ankle and foot.

He took several measurements of the width of my leg, and just above my knee, he looked up at me, “This next part might be a bit uncomfortable.”

I nodded, and he gently nudged my legs apart, I could feel my underwear getting damper by the minute. He carefully measured the width of my thigh in a few places, and then he held one end of the tape measure on the floor directly next to the inside of my foot and started moving the other end up my leg. My breathing hitched, and I could feel my heart pounding. I had never been touched like this before.

He stopped mid-thigh and looked up at me again, “I have to be as accurate as possible, so while this may be uncomfortable, I need you to hold very still.”

I nodded again, and he continued up my leg. When he stopped, his knuckles were brushing my underwear, and under that, my swollen slit. He held it there as he moved closer to read the tape measure. I was breathing rapidly now, and I was sure he could tell how horny I was.

Suddenly, he stood, “All done, you did wonderfully my dear.”

With that, he wrote down a few more notes and left. The woman returned, I hadn’t even noticed when she left, “Your dinner will be brought to you shortly, Once we have your uniform finished, you will join the rest of your class in the dining hall. But for now, it’s best if you are fully transitioned first.”

She left as quickly as she had come, and I stared after her, still dazed from the gentle touch of Mr. Attenborough. I had touched myself before, of course, but I had never been so horny before. I hoped I would be seeing the sexy tailor again very soon.

Dinner was an amazing meal, everything tasted absolutely amazing, and I soon found myself full to the point of bursting. I had planned to shower before going to bed, but I was suddenly exhausted, and I crawled into bed still fully clothed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

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