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Louise’s StoryIt’s the beginning of the weekend, the chores are done, the house empty, everyone has departed to their regular weekday activities, of college and work. Now I can sit down and think. It’s all I ever do in my spare time these days. My daydreams are so real. I sit relaxed and absorbed in my own thoughts. I can be on a sundrenched beach, being kissed and caressed, while the sea whispers in the distance. I may be on a bed, drenched in sweat as the passion over takes me and my lover. Or more often wrapped in my lovers arms and just enjoying the pleasure of being together. Suddenly, I get shaken back to reality.I pick up my mobile phone. The vibration had shaken the table and shook me out of my erotic dream world. A perfect world, that that contained only, me and you. A world in which you only had eyes for me, and there were no distractions. My ideal world, where we would be together and I could be myself. I saw the alert telling me that I had received a message. Flashing, nudging me, I didn’t have to read it. I knew what it would say. However, I risk a look and my heart soars; the message wasn’t what I had been expecting. Every other time, you have left messages to call our meetings off. Every time a different reason, a different excuse, this time you are on your way.I put the phone down. Hopefully, that is the last text we will send as strangers. Ok, we are not strangers; you are my first love, but 30 years have not been kind to my body. Yours maybe a different story; you were the gangly 19 year. Just over one year older than me, but that meant you were already out of school and working as an apprentice fitter. I had no idea what that meant; all I knew was you were my world. The person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. All my parents could see was a lad bordering manhood, and me a woman in your eyes, but a child in theirs.We have been in contact 5 months. Texting and online chat are all we have had since finding each other on Facebook. You have a girlfriend, I have a husband, mine is not Ataşehir escort bayan the best of marriages and no sex for the past few years, but I am loyal…or I have been…………I have gotten to know you again. First the emails, and the tentative sentences online, which caused me to giggle that almost give me away to my family. Then the texts full of sexual innuendo. Followed by the playful times we spent online.I’m always wondering what you are doing, I have worked out your shift pattern from the times you are online. I have realised that sometimes you pick your girlfriend up from work….I only made that mistake once. After that I made sure I texted while you were in work.I have imagined what you look like now so many times. I guess being a postman; you have a tan from being outside in all weathers. The description windswept springs to mind. I remember how tall you were and the cheeky blue/grey eyes. You are not good at describing what you look like. But my mind fills in all the gaps. Agreeing not to send photos was my idea, it gave me time to lose some weight and get a well-deserved make over. Thank goodness for Mother’s Day.I know you are getting in the car now; it’s only an hour’s drive, but as far as I’m concerned you could be in Outer Mongolia. I don’t drive, which took you by surprise, but I have never needed to, my husband has always been thereWithout fail every Friday morning, it has been the same routine, starting with the shower, then clothes and finally my makeup. But this time is different you have sent me a message early. A message that now means that my preparations need to be perfect today. I look at my clothes, carefully picked out weeks ago in an upmarket woman’s clothes shop, I want to look successful, not the frumpy mum I have become. I also want to look sexy, hoping you might want me. Hurrying to take a shower, I quickly remove my clothes and turn on the water.I hold my hands up the showerhead, the strength of the water hitting the tips Escort Ümraniye of my fingers making them tingle. The water being forced onto my palms and wrists, while I contort them, twisting and rubbing them together in the hot pressurised liquid. Making sure I relish every feeling, delighting in the pleasure it’s giving, so simple yet so intense. My mind starts to wander. My right arm slowly feeling its way down its counterpart, sensuously snaking its way, all my thoughts are of you. I want you, I need you……..God, and do I need you right nowI close my eyes the hot water cascades down my body. My hands smoothing the goose bumps that are appearing all over my skin, as I softly caress my breasts, so sensitive to the touch; my erect nipples, solid, so wanting to be fondled and almost begging to be licked and sucked by a willing mouth.My mind conjures up your naked body, your hands on my shoulders, strong, confident hands; show you know how to treat a woman. Caressing my neck and washing my hair. Sensual fingers grasping and tugging at my hair, causing throbbing at the roots. I’m transfixed, I want you to dig deeper into my scalp and work in the lathery suds while my body is massage by the heat.Your hands travel downwards sliding, moving as if they have a life of their own. Down to my breasts searching, tweaking my nipples, the feeling is so so good. The water, gushing over me, emphasises my emotions making it almost impossible for me to stand up. Involuntarily I lean against the wall letting your hands move almost in a rhythmic beat that is so loud in my head. You move closer, the feel of your wet slippery skin, warm from the hot water exciting me. Your arms wrapped around my slight shoulders. Our hands in unison massage together, as if they have regular intimate knowledge of our bodies. Both pairs of hands moving at a pace that is almost instinctive. The soapy, silky, velvety, lather, aiding the movement of our fingers as they caress and stroke methodically from the Bostancı escort top to the bottom of each other’s naked torsos. Your hands reaching my waist, stopping as I twist my head to find your face. My eyes still closed, I find your mouth, hungrily, desperately our tongues colliding, with a fervour that is almost brutal.Falling forward, I brace myself against the wall. Firm hands holding my hips, I can feel your cock pressing into my back. Standing on tiptoes I position my ass towards you. I want you inside me. I have not had sex for so long. I want to be penetrated. I feel you crouch down towards me. I know you are going to fuck me. I need this so much, forcing backwards, feeling your cock against my wet pussy lips. Supporting yourself against the wall and my shoulders you push slowly into me. The feeling is so good. I make it as easy as possible for you, and as you invade me I jerk backwards to meet your body. As I oblige you realise how much I want you and your strokes become harder, deeper and faster.As your pace quickens, I realise my orgasm is in sight. My right hand moves down to my crotch, feeling my clit rubbing and teasing it in time to your solid forceful strokes. But my mind decides to change the scenario. I want to be sucked, licked, and tasted. I want to experience everything with you and my mind selfishly wants gratification.Showering with you every day my mind wandering, the thoughts of your naked body, sliding up against mine arousing me. I have gone through so many different fantasies, but now I am playing out my favourite one. I haven’t seen your face since we were teenagers, but I don’t need to, all I need to see is the top of your head as it disappears between my legs. Your hands, palms spread on my thighs as you push in between them. My back pressed up against the wall, arching, my pelvis being forced toward you so that you can freely find the jewel you are looking for.Alan’s StoryToday is my day off; the first one for a long time when I can be selfish. Today I am going to do something for me. I send a text hoping you will read it soon. The door opens sharply, and I panic dropping the phone, causing it to clatter across the table my body shaking, as I realise that Julie had almost caught me again. She had popped her head in the room to remind me she was going to be late home tonight.

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