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The mature lady goes to welcome the new neighbours…

An experiment in formatting and presentation. I’d be interested to see how that went, hence comments are open — no voting.

Thanks to falkor207 for the beta — any errors which remain in the text are entirely my own laziness, incompetence, and fuck-ups. I hope they don’t detract from whatever pleasure the scene might afford.

Scope to continue this — we’ll see.

Thanks for reading.

GA — Dorking, Surrey, UK — 14th October 21

***

Annabel watched from the bedroom window.

They went back-and-forth: van to the house, house to the van. Two men unloading furniture.

New neighbours were moving in.

She stood there for fifteen minutes, saw the wooden headboard make the journey; a mattress; a huge TV; cardboard boxes…

Then she caught sight of the couple: a petite twenty-something girl with long dark hair in a bootlace top and brief denim cut-offs, the boy well over six feet and wide across the shoulders.

He caught Annabel’s attention immediately.

“Mm, delicious,” she purred.

***

Annabel left it until Saturday afternoon. Two full days. Time for the dust to settle.

Then, in a red, button-up sweater and a pair of faded jeans, straight, blonde bobbed hair glossy, make-up subtle, she left her house with a Waitrose carrier-bag. One of the ‘for life’ kind. Less plastic.

Greta would be pleased…

The dark-haired twenty-something girl answered the door.

“Hope it’s not a bad time,” Annabel said. “I’m your neighbour.”

She pointed to the appropriate side and then held up the bag.

“Just a little welcome,” Annabel added.

The girl stared for three or four seconds, blank-faced, caught by surprise.

“Oh, shit,” she blurted. “Sorry … I mean hello … And thanks.”

The girl took the bag, smiling at Annabel.

“Cate,” she said.

“Annabel,” Annabel put in. “I hope wine’s all right? I never know these days. Everyone’s vegan or doesn’t drink … Sometimes it can be a bit of a struggle. Girls don’t want to be girls; boys don’t want to be boys…”

She smiled and shrugged.

“Anyway…”

Cate looked into the bag.

“Uh-huh, no problem here,” she said. “I’m grateful for wine … And I’m a girl. And happy that way…”

A pause before Cate glanced over one shoulder.

Then she looked at Annabel.

“Uhm, you wanna come in?”

“I don’t want to intrude,” Annabel said.

But I wouldn’t mind getting a closer look at your husband…

Annabel threw a look to Cate’s left hand. No rings.

Or whatever he is … Boyfriend … Partner … Brother…?

“Oh, well, we’re still putting stuff away,” Cate said.

She shrugged and smiled and hefted the bag.

“But I wouldn’t mind a break from boxes. And I’d love a glass of wine. I expect Gary wouldn’t say no to a beer.”

Gary … All right. Let’s go and meet Gary…

Annabel followed Cate into the house.

They went past a jumble of empty boxes and crumpled newspaper lining the long hallway. It was the same in the living room when Annabel glanced in on the way past. The kitchen was in some disarray, but functional, the standard appliances on the various counters, a couple of cupboard doors open showing glasses and cups.

“He’s in the garden,” Cate said. “I’ll just go and fetch him.”

Mm, do that, poppet…

“Is Gary your husband?”

Cate paused and looked at Annabel.

“Fiancé,” she said.

“I didn’t see a ring,” Annabel said.

Cate shrugged and grinned.

“Oh, I’ve got one. But I don’t want to lose it. All this packing and unpacking.”

“Wise,” Annabel said.

Cate threw a thumb over one shoulder.

“I’ll just call Gary. You could open the wine if you like. There’s an opener in one of the drawers.”

Cate grinned and pulled a face.

“Just don’t ask me which one,” she finished.

Annabel asked: “Beer in the fridge?”

“Please,” Cate replied.

Annabel looked for the opener. She rummaged, found the corkscrew, and opened the bottle.

“Glasses,” she muttered.

Annabel was sipping wine when Cate returned.

“Found him,” Cate said. “Wine! Oh, goody,” she added. “Ooh, posh. A cork, not a screwcap. I think I’m going to like living next door to you.”

From there, after introductions and handshakes, which Annabel escalated to air kisses against Gary’s cheeks — one on each side, her fingers on his biceps — they went into the living room.

“Got the TV up,” Annabel said. “I saw it go in,” she added. “The other day. Off the van. When you moved in. I couldn’t help have a nosey.”

Cate chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Gary’s first priority,” she said.

“Sport,” Gary put in. “Rugby,” he said.

Annabel’s eyes moved over Gary, a flutter between her legs as she soaked up the masculine detail of a good-looking man.

Gorgeous … Lovely blue eyes … Those shoulders…

She asked: “You play yourself?”

Gary nodded.

“Lock,” casino siteleri he said. “Number five.”

It didn’t mean a thing to Annabel. It was just burly men in shorts to her.

Don’t need to know the rules. Just let me perv at your lovely bod…

Conversation followed. Potted histories.

Cate grew up in Surrey, met Gary, from Brighton, at university in Bristol. Cate was into web design while Gary spent extended periods away as a research engineer in the energy industry.

“I’m twenty-five,” Cate said. “He’s a year younger. Toy boy,” she giggled.

Annabel gave a polite version of her life: married twice, not a fan; two grown-up children — one in Australia, the other in London. No mention of sex. Annabel kept her needs and perversions to herself.

“I was a teacher,” Annabel said. “Head teacher in fact. Before I gave it up and moved out here.”

“You don’t look old enough to be retired,” Cate said.

She was on the blue two-seater sofa while Annabel and Gary shared the three-seat. Cate was wearing a yellow dress, the colour complementing her summer tan, green eyes sparkling as she sipped her wine.

“I’m forty-nine,” Annabel said. “But my second former husband’s a banker. And we’re still very friendly. He’s been a wonderful guide to the stock market … I dabble,” she finished.

“Got any tips?”

Annabel looked at Gary after he said it, her focus moving over the front of his faded jeans, pussy flooding with heat as she imagined his flat, taut tummy under a blue tee-shirt.

“Mm, I could be persuaded,” Annabel said.

It came out flirty in tone, a flash of realisation showing in Gary’s face.

Annabel saw it the look, Gary’s glance going to Cate.

Cate chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Watch out, Gary,” she said. “I think Annabel’s a fan.”

Annabel analysed Cate’s demeanour immediately.

“Oh, sorry, I’m flirting,” Annabel said.

She chuckled and offered Cate a wry, apologetic grin.

“It’s a weakness,” she added. “Tall, good-looking men. Fair hair … Blue eyes … Should I go on?”

Annabel shrugged and threw Gary an exaggerated, vixen look.

“Sorry, Gary,” she said. “Take no notice. Ladies of a certain age,” she finished.

“No need to apologise, Annabel,” Cate put in. “Not to me,” she said. “I happen to agree with you.”

Cate shrugged and grinned.

“My fiancé’s hot. You’re not the first to notice.”

“Ah, come on,” Gary said.

He swigged beer from the can and showed Cate and Annabel a wide, self-deprecating yet slightly pleased grin.

“I’ll get a big head if you keep talking around me like that,” he added.

Annabel’s focus went to Cate when Cate snorted a laugh.

Cate grinned.

She said: “Which head?”

Annabel saw Gary’s nervous glance when he looked at her.

“Cate,” he cautioned. “We’ve got a guest.”

“I don’t think Annabel minds,” Cate put in. “She seems to approve of you, Gary.”

Gary pouted, doubt in his face.

“Yeah, but…”

“You’re a big bloke,” Cate said. “Stands to reason you’re gonna be big all over.”

She giggled and crinkled her nose at Annabel, a gesture of female solidarity, a sign she was just teasing Gary.

Sexual tension wound tight inside Annabel. Her pussy twitched as she felt her nipples tighten into what she knew were elongated teats of excited flesh. Warmth suffused her vulva, the glow radiating out from her opening, clit pulsing.

Big all over? God, what I wouldn’t give to see him all bare…

“Oh, I’m very broad-minded,” Annabel said.

She could hear the croak in her own voice.

“I doubt you could shock me,” Annabel breathed.

Silence followed for a few seconds.

Then Cate sipped wine and shifted in her seat.

She asked: “No man in your life, Annabel?”

Cate’s eyebrows were twin arches of inquiry.

Annabel pouted and shrugged.

“Nobody serious. I see my second former husband from time-to-time. Like I said, we’re still very friendly.”

Cate nodded.

“Interesting outlook,” she said.

“I’m forty-nine,” Annabel said. “But my … uhm … appetite’s undiminished if you know what I mean.”

She said it and threw a glance at Gary, pausing through a quick smirk before she set her attention on Cate.

“Andrew’s a known quantity,” Annabel added. “Sex is easy and comfortable. No awkwardness.”

She paused and examined the glass.

“God, this wine is making me babble,” Annabel said. “We’ve only just met and here I am spouting on about sex.”

It was a tense moment for Annabel as she watched for Cate’s reaction.

“Mm, well, you just click with some people,” Cate said. “Comfortable — you know?”

She gave a half-shrug and looked at Gary.

“It’s great that you’re so easy with us,” Cate went on. “Good neighbours are important … Isn’t that right, babe?”

Gary drained off the beer, nodding afterwards.

“Uh-huh,” he said. “More wine, Annabel?”

“Mm, I probably shouldn’t,” Annabel said.

It güvenilir casino was an effort of will to decline. She was happy to drink wine and look at Gary for as long as it lasted.

Gary’s brow furrowed.

“It’s Sunday tomorrow,” he said.

It was tempting, but Annabel didn’t want to get too deep in the bottle. Her body was thrumming, arousal a furnace between her thighs. She needed sexual release and was keen to rush back to her suction-cup dildo.

“Wouldn’t want a thick head,” Annabel managed. “And thank you for the offer but I think I’ve taken up too much of your time already. You’ve got so much to do…”

“All right, but feel free to come over again,” Cate put in.

She was on her feet, smiling at Annabel.

A minute later, after more air-kisses at Gary’s cheeks, plus a quick press of a palm against his stomach — hard and tight — Cate and Annabel were at the front door.

“Thanks for the wine,” Cate said.

“Oh, my pleasure,” Annabel grinned.

“You’re really forty-nine?”

Puzzled, Annabel nodded.

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Mm, well, you’ve got a fantastic figure,” Cate said. “And I caught Gary looking at your boobs a couple of times.”

Annabel blurted an apology.

Cate shook her head, grinning.

“Oh, it’s not a problem at all,” she said.

Cate rested a hand on Annabel’s forearm, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said. “But, well, I know Gary likes older ladies with big boobs. Something to do with his first time.”

Cate’s grin widened.

“Especially blondes,” she added. “If you’d left a couple of those buttons loose…”

Cate chuckled, rolled her eyes, and offered Annabel an encouraging, clandestine look.

“The way you two were flirting,” she said. “It could’ve gotten very interesting.”

“Oh my God, Cate,” Annabel gasped.

It was genuine surprise as delight flashed bright and hot.

“That’s your fiancé!”

Cate shrugged and pulled a face.

“A bit of flirting’s okay,” she said. “I don’t mind him looking at you … I don’t mind you looking at him…”

The atmosphere thickened around Annabel as she listened to Cate say it, a ripple of something dark and illicit running along Annabel’s spine.

“He’s bloody lovely,” Annabel said.

“So are you,” Cate replied.

The thrilling sense of something new worked on Annabel as she and Cate stared at each other, time stretching elastic.

“You’re exquisite,” Annabel murmured.

She heard herself say it, not sure the words had really come out.

“You want to swap numbers? For if there’s ever an emergency or something,” Cate said.

“Oh, yes, all right,” Annabel nodded.

“I’ll just get my phone,” Cate said.

Annabel sucked in air when Cate left.

“Good God,” she sighed. “This pair are gorgeous.”

Cate returned.

Annabel recited her number. Cate tapped it in, smirking as she pressed the button to send a text.

“Okay, reply when you get home,” Cate said. “You on WhatsApp or anything?”

She smiled when Annabel nodded.

“Again, thanks for coming round,” Cate put in.

They hugged.

Then Annabel was on her way home, excitement fluttering in the pit of her stomach.

She let herself in, grabbed her mobile from the kitchen counter where she’d left it charging. She scrolled and pinched at the screen, logging Cate’s number, fingers busy as she sent a WhatsApp.

Annabel’s phone pinged less than a minute later.

She read:

thx 4 d wine. gary says he Luvs yor big boobs! shh :X

A winking emoji followed.

Annabel frowned at the text-speak.

She chuckled, delighted after a little research on Google.

“Oh, shush, secret,” Annabel said. “God, what a minx,” she added.

Annabel thought about it for half-a-minute, changing her mind at least four times.

Easy does it … Don’t scare her off…

As she typed, Annabel said it aloud.

“Top … two … buttons … loose …next time.”

She sealed it with an exclamation mark and then giggled in a way she hadn’t for at least thirty years.

Annabel waited, excited and eager, wondering what Cate would say next.

Exhilaration swirled, the game a thrill.

hs eyes wud pop out!

Annabel’s phone pinged again almost immediately.

& Hs ==8!

Annabel snorted frustration.

“What the heck does that mean?”

Then Annabel looked at Google again, a scandalised, delighted laugh blurting free.

“Oh my God! ‘And his cock!'”

Downplaying the rush of arousal, Annabel took several deep breaths.

She typed:

Don’t tease me…

A long pause followed.

A minute.

Then two.

With repeated glances at her phone, anxiety squeezing her guts for fear Cate had interpreted the message as a rebuke, Annabel went to the fridge.

She grabbed the bottle, pouring white wine before taking a hefty swig.

Her mobile pinged.

“Oh fuck,” Annabel gasped.

Her canlı casino eyes went wide as her insides fluttered.

swap a boob pic for a dick pic

The emoji showed the question mark.

I feel like a silly girl … But it’s fun!

She backed it up with a smiley emoji.

yS it iz!

Are you serious? You want to swap photos?

4 suR. snd boob pics

A huge aching void yawned deeper than the pit of Annabel’s stomach. It was arousal and fear, dark urges working while her hands trembled.

“I haven’t been this fucking turned on in years,” Annabel sighed. “You can’t,” she added. “it’s so juvenile … Dangerous…”

It’s not exactly hardcore porn, you silly cow. Just your boobs.

Annabel poured more wine into the suddenly – where the fuck did that go? – glass.

She swigged it off in three heavy gulps.

Then filled the glass again.

Annabel sighed as she fiddled with her phone, indecision gnawing.

“All right, fuck it,” she said.

Her fingers went to the buttons. Annabel loosened two, thought about it, and then undid a third.

She snapped off a quick run of selfies, mindful to keep her chin thrust up.

Tits are enough … Don’t show your face…

“Just in case,” Annabel muttered.

She felt the fire burn in her cheeks when she looked at the photos. Annabel deleted all but one, phone back on the counter as she loosened the rest of the buttons.

Annabel sighed.

She paused.

Said: “God, what the fucking hell am I doing…?”

Then snapped several more photos, finally scooping her breasts from her bra.

The heat in Annabel’s cheeks flared hotter as the mobile made the shutter-snapping sound effect.

In a rush, she chose half-a-dozen images, breath coming in short bursts as she set the photos free, panic rising within once she realised her breasts were in the ether.

Fuck! What have I done!

Less than a minute later, Annabel let out a sigh, eyes huge, pussy twitching, her focus on an image of Cate’s green eyes staring out from Annabel’s phone, lips around the girth of a sizeable cock.

“God, fucking hell,” Annabel groaned.

Moments later, Annabel was on her way to her bedroom, glass in one hand, mobile phone in the other, swaying breasts cantilevered over her bra.

She hit the bedroom like a storm, gasping as she put the glass down and then dumped her mobile onto the bed.

Annabel muttered curses, fingers fumbling with the button on her jeans, the zip recalcitrant.

“Get … Fucking … Down,” Annabel snarled.

She was talking to her jeans, shoving them down over her hips.

Urgent and desperate, Annabel managed to fight her way free of the jeans, underwear tossed aside before she went to the small, three-tier set of drawers next to the bed.

She moaned with need when she pulled the suction-cup dildo out of the drawer, settling onto the bed, pillows propped under her shoulders, thighs wide while she rubbed her clit.

Annabel groaned, a finger working into her opening.

“Mm-hmm, there you are, darling,” she crooned.

She sucked the moulded latex dome, fingers busy at her vulva, flesh slippery and slick with arousal.

Gary’s big cock in my mouth…

Annabel yelped when her mobile pinged.

“Fuck,” she said.

U k?

The phone pinged again.

do U lIk d Foto

There were three question mark emojis at the end of the message.

Annabel sucked in air, one hand moving down at her sex while she typed single-handed.

I love it … It’s a surprise but so sexy.

The mobile pinged almost immediately.

thawt we had ^set U. U did not rply

Distracted by the sensations surging within, Annabel could hardly manage to type.

Not upset. V. impressed! You’re a lucky girl!

Annabel’s clit was a slippery bean. She gasped and squirmed as she rubbed at it.

Her phone pinged again.

“Jesus, fuck,” Annabel said.

i rly liked U az s%n az i saw U. i knew U wud b sexC

Groaning through the frustration of constant interruption, yet too curious to ignore the pinging, Annabel fired off a message.

She wrote:

I’m touching myself.

Then dropped the mobile to the bed, her fingers finding the dildo.

Her phone pinged as Annabel splayed her labia and felt the moulded bulb push at her body. She breathed out a moan, thrilled to feel the physical resistance give way, half the length sliding in, the wonderful rush of joy surging through Annabel at the size of the thing filling her body.

With the dildo in up to its cutaway balls, Annabel grabbed her phone.

slutty btch . i wnt 2 c U wanking

“I want to see you getting fucked by your husband,” Annabel groaned.

If you come over now, you can. Both of you. I’ve had sex in front of people before. Can I watch you two fuck?

cum bak 2 ours. nw

A series of emojis followed on. Three shocked faces with the fourth and final character showing a love heart and kiss.

Excitement exploded inside Annabel when she read it, the shock of it like a physical blow.

/God, you’ve only known them five minutes…!

She groaned and read the message again, the dildo slipping free when Annabel pulled it from her body.

“Jesus,” Annabel growled.

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Her head hung over the edge of the poolside lounge chair, throat bulging with the cock stuffed deep inside. The nearly underage cock. The barely legal cock.

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His big balls slapped against her face. She liked the sweaty musk of him, right out of the showers after football practice. Her hand dropped to her cunt in her bikini bottoms and she spread her thighs wide, rocking before her fingers even brushed her pussy.

“Bruce! Where are you?” a voice called from next door.

“Shit,” Bruce muttered. “That’s my friend Eli.”

He pulled out of her. Stacey pushed herself up on onto her elbows. “Is he eighteen?”

“Uh. Nineteen. Why?”

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Bruce moaned, and grabbed the nearly-forty MILF by the waist to pull her back to the edge of the chair. His cock hilted into her folds to his balls and she beat at the chair, the fullness almost too much to handle.

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Bruce didn’t let up. He withdrew and hammered back into her, shoving her forward on the chair. Her head bent, her blonde hair spilling down, her breasts bouncing, she must have been a sight. The gate creaked and shut again.

“Whatcha up to, man… holy shiiiiiit.”

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“Uh… huh!” Stacey said, the words clipped as Bruce fucked into her again.

“Holy shit. Holy shit.”

But then Eli moved, yanking his shirt over his broad shoulders. His shoes flew off, followed quickly by his basketball shorts. His cock was already rising when he yanked his underwear down, and Stacey licked her lips in anticipation. She tossed back her blonde hair and patted the chair in front of her. The young man straddled it and smacked his dick against her cheek. She giggled throatily and grabbed him to bring him to her lips.

“What the hell?” Eli asked Bruce.

With the young man’s dick at her mouth, Stacey said, “Shut up and fuck my face.”

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Adam. Marriage. Monogamy.

Warmth spread through Stacey as the boys’ rhythmic slapping against her skin continued. She moaned her way through an orgasm, crested into a second almost immediately. Her eyes watered as she stared up at Eli, gripping her hair and fucking her mouth so hard her jaw hurt.

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Marriage… or this.

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Being a sixty-two-year-old woman in a 55+ community has its challenges. But to Stella Marino, it’s also filled with endless possibilities. She describes her existence as “living the cliche “retired in Florida.”

Stella is widowed, feisty, and fresh out of the New York corporate lifestyle. Always looking for new adventures, she and her husband Tom had traveled most of the world. That all ended with Tom’s heart attack on Machu Picchu.

Not only did Tom’s early demise change Stella’s travel plans but also the great sex experiences that were a fun addition to their general touring. The couple delighted in living outside the norm and away from the “correct” lifestyle. Their favorite activity was to have sex in an exposed location with an attitude of invitation. Sort of a “come over and cum” visual invite. Now being alone in her new environment, Stella was ready to create her new lifestyle.

She began by finding where the “dogging” locations were. There were four. She would wear her most revealing and accommodating nightwear but after several tries, she realized that this was an early bird community. “Not much life after nine o’clock,” she thought.

That changed after finding an invitation envelope stuck in her screen door. The invite was a bonus veren siteler flyer with a picture of a teacup in the middle.

“while my man is out playing golf” were the words around the teacup picture.

“Am I being invited to a woman’s afternoon tea?” ran through her head. Her gut told her it was going to be something more. So, on a late Thursday morning, she showed up.

There were four other golf carts lined up in front of the house. An attractive mature woman wearing a mid-thigh pink tea shirt answered the door. The back of her shirt was adorned with the teacup logo. Stella was welcomed as a newcomer and handed an apple martini. So much for the lady’s tea party.

After being introduced to four other women wearing the same shirt, Carol, the hostess announced, “OK, let’s get to it.”

“Stella, you were invited here to see if you and the club are a fit,” Carol said.

“Ladies,” she said and with that, all the women removed their shirts and were totally naked. “So, as you can see, this is not a shy group.”

The women were all in fit condition.”It must be part of the criteria for getting into the club,” Stella mused. She could not wait to hear the rest.

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She agreed to remove her clothes and was happily clothing-free while having drinks with the ladies.

Stella’s first impression was that this was a nudist group. She was wrong. This was a no holds barred sex club. Women only.

After a few of those martini’s, the group was loosened up and ready to go.

Stella got to meet each lady individually with a kiss and body caress. Hands and fingers explored all her cracks and crevices. Tongues in her mouth, lips on her nipples. That was just the introduction.

“Ok ladies, we have some new toys to play with today,” Carol announced. On the dining room table was a huge assortment of sex gadgets.

“It feels like horny Christmas,” Stella thought.

“And later, there will be a special surprise for you all,” Carol singsonged.

“Stella, would you mind warming things up?” she asked.

Not wanting to be a killjoy, Stella acquiesced.

A portable massage table rolled into the room covered in thick Turkish cotton. A scent of Lilac filled Stella’s senses as the women deneme bonus laid her down. They covered her body with warm oils.

“This is turning out to be a great day,” was a tune that entered Stella’s thoughts. The toys were introduced and did not disappoint. Some were positively intimidating.

“How is that going to fit inside me?” Stella mumbled to no one in particular.

Copious amounts of oil helped. They took turns entering her with the toys and were positively gleeful at the way her senses responded. Orgasms began to run into each other especially during dual entry. That was her first experience in that area.

Stella found the Ben Wa balls inside her while her clit was being massaged particularly delightful.

She thought, “I can see why one’s cardio system needed to be in good order to join this club. You could orgasm to death.”

“Ladies, the Grand Surprise,” Carol announced.

With that, a Sybian was rolled in. The women just stared. The saddle-like ultimate sex toy had just arrived. Since Stella was already warmed and oiled, they volunteered her to have first honors.

Stella mounted the saddle and Carol turned the power switch to the On position.

Stella felt like howling. The women had to hold her down. She reminded herself to sign up for horseback riding.

After the festivities came to a halt, Stella was given a pink club shirt. She carted home and ran into her gardener.

“How did your day go,? he asked.

“Pleasant. I had a tea date with the girls.”

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Lauren just didn’t know what to wear for the concert. It was in the open air and the forecast said a warm and pleasant evening with the possibility of showers spreading in from the west. In the end, she wore a lemon T shirt with a blue blazer and a short blue skirt. Then she looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. At 28, she had never looked lovelier. Her long blonde curly hair went halfway down her back and she looked tanned and slim. Endowed with a generous pair of breasts which were so round and firm, she could get away without wearing a bra. She wanted to be cool and relaxed, so she decided she wouldn’t wear one tonight. To hell with what Ian thought. Ian was her husband and he liked her to dress like a Sunday school teacher.

“Well, tonight I’m not,” she said out loud.

She lifted up her skirt up at the front to reveal a sexy pair of pink panties. They were new and she liked them. Then, she critically examined her legs while she posed prettily. They were said to be her best feature, long, tanned and shapely. Well that was before her breasts had developed to their current size. She giggled sexily, as she fit a black velvet necklace with a small stud in the middle around her neck. She peered at it with big blue eyes as she fiddled with it. Finally, happy with herself, she picked up her purse and slipped on a pair of black high heeled sandals. She was ready to go.

Ian impatiently tooted on the horn of his car. Where was the woman?

He was checking the tickets, as she opened the passenger door and slid in beside him. He blinked to see so much leg on display.

“Isn’t that skirt a bit on the short side?” He frowned.

“Don’t you be such a prude,” she snapped. “Let’s go.”

In the car’s boot they had brought a picnic hamper, fold up chairs and a small table. They were due to meet up with 2 other couples when they got there.

“You should enjoy this concert, darling, it’s your favorite group, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yes” enthused Lauren. “I’m really into them. I play their new C.D. all the time.”

She was careful not to bring sex into the conversation. She knew how jealous Ian got when she mentioned how sexy and attractive she found them. Well, she thought they were and that always got little shivers running up her spine when she watched a previous concert of theirs on DVD at home. Tonight, she was really excited; she was going to see them live for the first time. She just hoped she got close enough to get a good view.

They joined up with their friends and had a nice picnic. There was a good banter going and lots of laughter, the ladies sharing two bottles of white wine between them. There was a wonderful atmosphere at the venue and everyone was having a good time. The only disappointment for Lauren was that they were seated quite a distance from the stage. She would just have to look at the large screens placed on either side.

She noticed that she was getting sly looks from their friends Robert and John and she tried to keep her skirt pulled down. She had left her blazer in the car and was now aware that her nipples were protruding out through her sleeveless T shirt. Maybe, I should have worn something more conservative, she thought.

Then the concert started and she forgot about everything else as she listened to the music and watched the screen. It was just the supporting act, but, she still enjoyed it. After half an hour, they took their bows and left the stage. Soon, it would be the main event, so she hurried to join the queue for the ladies toilets.

Fortunately, she made it back in time to see the start of the show. The atmosphere was amazing as the tension slowly built up. Then when her favorite group “Famoso” appeared on stage, she jumped up and down with excitement, along with hundreds of other screaming females. She watched, spellbound, as the group started to sing their familiar hit songs. She knew the words of every one of them.

Not long into the show, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, one woman after another making their way through the seated audience to go to the front of the stage. Neither of her female friends wanted to get closer, so she told Ian what she was doing and quickly tagged onto the trail to make her way to the front. There was already a significant group there, but, she managed to find a good spot to stand. Then, she looked up in awe to see the famous Group performing for the large crowd. They were so close to her. It was amazing. She liked them all, but, Carlos, was her favorite. He was a handsome Spaniard bonus veren siteler with a fantastic voice.

Maybe she was imagining it, but he seemed to be looking right at her when he sang. She could see his light blue eyes and her knees trembled as she watched him.

She was enjoying herself so much that she hardly noticed the gentle rainfall. After a couple more songs, it started to rain quite steadily and she had no protection from it. She had left her jacket in the car and had not thought to bring a raincoat or umbrella. Fortunately, it stopped after about 10 minutes or so, but, when she glanced down it looked as if she was in a wet T shirt competition. “And I’m not wearing a bra,” she murmured to herself. She shook her hair and just concentrated on the music with everyone else. It was a marvelous concert and all the women standing at the front were so excited.

Then, suddenly, it all came to an end. The Group did a couple of curtain calls while everyone clapped and shouted for them. Then they were bending down on stage shaking hands with people below them at the front of the crowd. Lauren slipped through a gap and held out her hand just as Carlos was edging along. To her delight, he gripped her hand held it to his mouth and kissed it. Then, he looked into her eyes and smiled. A few seconds later, he was gone. She stood rooted to the spot as her companions glared at her in jealousy.

The show was clearly over and all the performers had left the stage. Lauren was surprised when a lot of the fans just stayed where they were. The rest of the big audience were making their way out.

“Why are we waiting? She asked the girl on her left. “Oh, they usually ask one or two to go back stage and meet them. So, I’d hang on if I were you. One of them seemed to take a shine to you.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” protested Lauren, but, she stayed on with the large group of hopefuls just in case.

After a few more minutes, one of the stage hands came and whispered something to a very attractive young girl at the other side of the stage.

He held out his hand for her so he could pull her up. She went happily back stage with him. Then, he came out again, seconds later and another lovely young thing was chosen. Ah thought Lauren, they are just picking out pretty young girls.

Then, to her amazement, she was being beckoned to the front. The stage hand bent down and whispered in her ear.

“Carlos wants to meet you backstage”

Then, he pulled her up on stage to the envy of the other women around her. “Have a good one for me,” shouted one. “Get your knickers off,” cried another and Lauren blushed as laughter rang out. “They’re just jealous,” she muttered to herself. She was so elated to have been picked out from the crowd.

She was ushered to the rear of the stage, then, onto the dressing room area. Her eyes widened in wonder as she saw Carlos standing in a short red bathrobe waiting to meet her. He was so handsome with his blue eyes and curly black hair. She was mesmerized.

He started chatting to her, but, she was so star struck she couldn’t speak.

“Come with me,” he said taking her by the wrist and guiding her through to a small but well-furnished dressing room.

He needed to come down from the incredible high he was experiencing after the concert. It was always the same on these occasions. And, for him, sex was usually the answer.

“Oh, but you are soaked,” he said in a strong Spanish accent, his fingers brushing her wet T shirt. “You will catch pneumonia, yes? Here let me help.”

He tugged it up and over her head and she helped him get it off without thinking.

She was acting like a zombie.

As he pulled it away, her bare breasts tumbled back against her chest and Carlos watched with fascination. They were so beautiful.

Then hot-blooded, he was kissing her mouth, her breasts, her nipples and she was dazed and breathless. Shortly afterwards, his hand slyly wandered up under her skirt and she jumped, as he zeroed into her panties.

She opened her mouth to protest, but, his mouth covered hers and she felt a shock go through her system as their tongues met and jousted in another long kiss.

“Oh…” she gasped trying to get her breath and composure. But, his fingers were inside her panties now and had expertly located her clitoris.

Lauren gasped again as she realized she was very quickly becoming aroused.

She was being expertly seduced by her Spanish heartthrob.

She knew she should tell him to stop, bedava bahis but, found that she couldn’t. Nothing was coming out of her kiss smothered mouth. She was star struck and helpless.

So Carlos, continued his relentless probing of her pussy and the kissing her throbbing nipples. He wasn’t giving her a second to think.

“Oh Carlos,” she groaned, “please, we shouldn’t…”

But, he was grinning, as he kept on kissing and fondling her. He was confident of the conquest. His tongue flicked over her tortured nipples and his fingers worked their magic deep inside her wet pussy. Then he eased down her pink panties with not a murmur of dissent from his lovely blonde fan. Her skirt came off next as a grinning Carlos unzipped her as if daring her to stop him. She didn’t.

The Spaniard was jubilant, as he edged towards the complete seduction of his lovely prey. He had seen her from the moment she made her way down to the front, noted her excellent long legs, the delicate sway of her walk and her long blonde hair. Then as the concert progressed, he had watched fascinated as the rain soaked her T shirt and he could see her nipples and the outline of her large breasts very plainly through the wet material. He nearly had a full erection right there on stage. Fortunately, he had managed to keep it at bay and then go on to sing another few songs. It was just as well the words of the songs came automatically to him and the wild applause told him it had been a great success.

He had been so glad when she had agreed to come up and meet him. Now, all he wanted to do was fuck her. She was such a pretty woman with blonde hair, blue eyes and “Mamma Mia” what a body.

He kept up his assault on her while she whimpered her futile protests. But, he had fucked dozens like her in similar circumstances and would not stop until he was fucking her too. As always, he would be using condoms.

He kissed her neck and fingered her repeatedly, his instincts and her love juice on his fingers telling him she was more than ready for penetrative sex.

“No, I’m married”… she gasped desperately, as she passed the point of no return.

“And I don’t give a shit”, snorted Carlos in Spanish, as he eased his rampant cock out of his bathrobe in readiness and pushed her towards a large sofa by the wall.

His fingers had remorselessly plundered her pussy and she was so wet and ready for him now. He lay her down and carefully positioned himself on top, his cock seeking out the entrance to her love channel. Then he was in her and pushing up to the hilt. It slid in easily as she panted and gasped at his loving violation of her sex.

He sighed with satisfaction, as he started to fuck her slowly and competently. This lovely blonde beauty would forever remember the day Carlos fucked her. He grinned, as he watched her groan and thresh her head from side to side, her blonde hair covering her face. His hands gripped her tight, as he thrust deeply in and out of her squelching vagina in a long slow fuck.

But, as the passion built, his lust drove him to an ever faster pace and he had her bouncing on the sofa, as he fucked her in frenzy.

Lauren wrapped her legs around him as she felt something building up inside her. Then a full blown orgasm overwhelmed her and tremor after tremor surged through her. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she shrieked and Carlos gritted his teeth as he thrust in again and again, before his own climax took him and he spurted a full load of spunk into yet another woman’s welcoming vagina.

When they had composed themselves, he led her to a shower cubicle where she refreshed and cleaned herself. Then in a daze, she began to slowly dress as Carlos showered too. She had got her panties half way up her legs when Carlos emerged and started to dry himself.

Then he was at her again; kissing her, holding her and discarding her panties once again. The pretty star struck fan wasn’t going anywhere, yet. Not while he had lust to slake. Not until he’d fucked her again

As soon as he was hard again, he made her stand with her hands on the couch and her ass sticking up in the air. Standing behind her, he wanted to do her doggy style. Lauren’s knees trembled, and she moaned in ecstasy as she felt his big cock nudge into her pussy and slide in deep. Then he was fucking her from behind with long deep thrusts. Also, he was cupping her big dangling breasts in his hands. God what a handful!

He teased and nipped her nipples until he had them real stiff. Meanwhile, he was still hammering in deneme bonus and out of her pussy with relentless energy.

Lauren panted and moaned while he continued to fuck her. Her body was soon on fire as delicious shudders ran through her. Then she shrieked again as another orgasm overwhelmed her. “Carlos” she breathed, “I love you”…

But, the Spaniard just grinned and carried on fucking her. Minutes later, he had her knees buckling again and only his strong hands on her hips stopped her collapsing. Carlos shouted in triumph as more of his seed spurted into her. After that, Lauren just slumped onto the couch, exhausted. As she did so, she heard female groans and tell-tale thuds coming through the thin wall. She realized then that one of the pretty young girls was being fucked on the other side.

She showered for a second time and when she came out and slipped on her clothes there was a glass of champagne waiting for her.

“How romantic,” she muttered, as she guiltily fingered her wedding ring.

There was another passionate cry from the opposite direction and Lauren blushed with embarrassment. All three of the women invited backstage had been fucked by members of the group. Obviously, that had been the sole reason for the invitations.

But, Carlos was nice to Lauren afterwards and sat and talked to her for a while.

Having him to herself, she seized the chance to ask all the questions she could think of about their life and the music.

Twenty minutes or so later, she had finished her drink and was looking at her wristwatch when Carlos kissed her again and gently moved her head down towards his groin. As he did so, he uncovered his erect cock from his bathrobe. No other words were necessary. He wanted her to suck his manhood.

So she leaned forward and caressed it with the tip of her tongue. It immediately hardened even more before her eyes. Then, taking her time, she took it into her mouth and slid her lips down the shaft. It brought back memories of an ex-boyfriend from College, when she had honed these skills in the back seat of his car. But that had been years ago. Hopefully, she had not lost the knack of doing it. She sucked gently, but, firmly, as she heard him groan in ecstasy. She was beginning to enjoy herself more when she felt him shudder and come in her mouth. Fortunately, he was almost dry after the two previous eruptions and she coped with it easily. She swallowed what little there was.

When he recovered, he indicated that he was almost out of time. They would have to leave very soon. There would be a coach waiting. Did she want a lift, somewhere? He kissed her lightly on the lips and gave her a card with his mobile phone number printed on it. Then he wrote her name down in his notebook and told her he would be in London in October.

“Why don’t you ring me and you can stay with me for a day or two.”

She looked wistfully at the card. Already, she was feeling very guilty and ashamed. “I don’t know…I’ll have to see,” she muttered

“Please, Lauren I would love to see you again.” (And fuck your brains out he thought, looking at her tits again)

As she left, Lauren looked at her wristwatch and panic swept through her. “Look at the time. I’ve been here for well over an hour.” She muttered.

Now thinking straight, she fumbled for her mobile and switched it on. There were 3 identical messages from Ian. “Where are you, we have to go home?”

She rang him and told him as near the truth as possible, leaving out everything about sex, which was how she had spent 90% of her time.

“Oh, a group of us were invited backstage to meet the group and other musicians,” she explained. “It was a sort of reception. They talked about the tour and their music. It was very interesting. I forgot about the time. I wish you had been with me, you would have liked it.”

“No, I’ve been sitting in the car park wondering where the hell you were.”

“I’m sorry”, said Lauren. “The time seemed to race away from me.”

“No matter, I’m just glad you’ve enjoyed yourself” said Ian. “Are you ready to go home now?”

“Yes, I’m entering the car park now.”

“Robert and John and their wives have long gone.” he added

She saw her husband sitting in the only car now parked there. Again, she felt guilty and ashamed at what had happened, as she got in beside him.

She would never normally cheat on her husband, but, Carlos was a superstar and her special heartthrob. So, she hadn’t been able to resist. That was her excuse, anyway.

As they drove home, she fingered the card Carlos had given her. Maybe, she would go to London to meet him and perhaps she would even get back those petty pink panties that he had taken from her as a souvenir.

She sighed and closed her eyes as the car drove on…

THE END

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Tess got out of her car and walked up the creaky steps. It didn’t look like much – just a small shop on the first floor of a brick home – but it was a place of resonance. It was called The Rock Shop, and it strongly reminded Tess of a modern day witch haven. There were the most beautiful crystals, herbs, natural remedies, and ethereal gifts. Tess collected rocks. And she needed something strong. She had just dumped her boyfriend Steven.

Steve was a good guy. Unfortunately he had mommy issues. They had been dating for close to a year and every time they hung out, he had to check in with dear mom. Tess was sick of his weird attachment and knew she couldn’t seriously be with a guy that had to talk to his mom all the time. They broke up last week and Tess was looking for a crystal that would bring calmness and peace into her life.

She looked around the small shop. Every time she went, she found new and beautiful crystals that she couldn’t resist buying.

The owner recognized her. “Theresa! Can I help you find anything?”

“Oh, no – actually, I’m looking for something that will help me feel better. I just broke up with my boyfriend.”

The owner, an older woman, thought a minute. “I just got some beautiful blue apatite palm stones…Or perhaps you would consider Moldavite?”

“What is Moldavite?” Tess was intrigued.

“Come here.” The woman pulled out a plastic baggie bonus veren siteler from behind the counter. Tess didn’t know much about energy but she knew her left hand was her receiving hand. She held it out and the woman shook the stone into her palm.

At first glance, Tess thought, hell no I’m not paying for this! Tess didn’t really care for the color green, and it was a dark, almost brownish green. It was sharp and bumpy on one side, smooth on the other, and quite small. Tess thought it was rather ugly.

Then her hand started to numb. The woman started talking about the origins of Moldavite and it’s magical powers of transformation, and as she talked, Tess felt her heart chakra open wide up. If someone had asked her before if she believed in chakras, Tess would have said, yeah sure, even thought she had never had any experience in trying to connect with her inner self. But when her hand got numb, the feeling travelled to her heart and she could feel the rise of energy in her heart. Despite the fact that several people were nearby, she pulled her shirt down and held the ugly stone over her heart. She felt a surge of warmth and started at the woman, dumbfounded.

“I think it likes you.” The woman remarked.

“Wow…Okay I will take it.”

Tess didn’t want to let it go, and reluctantly put it back in the baggie so she could bring it home.

She bedava bahis was amazed. She bought beautiful rocks, not so much because of a feeling she got from them but just because they were fun to hold and look at. But this new crystal literally changed the energy in her body. She couldn’t believe how strong it was.

Tess got home and sat outside with the Moldavite in her left hand, and her book about stones in her lap. Moldavite was amazing. She didn’t want to put it down. Even when she started cooking dinner, she kept it in her pocket.

The next day was Sunday. She didn’t have anything to do, so she tried some meditation exercises with her new crystal. With all of her other rocks, she felt that she had to channel her energy and guide the rock and give it purpose to fit her life. But this was completely the other way. The entire time the Moldavite was in her hand, she felt a subtle current emanating from it, like the rock was trying to learn about her and decide how it could be most useful.

Later that night, Tess couldn’t fall asleep. A weird idea popped into her head. If Moldavite could influence energy, what would happen if she slipped it inside her panties? She immediately felt ashamed. No articles or books she had ever read described how rocks could enhance orgasm. It was a stupid idea.

But she kept thinking about it. And if there was one thing she missed about deneme bonus her boyfriend, it was his big cock. Especially when she was horny. Such as right now.

Tess sighed. This would be so embarrassing if anyone else knew.

She grabbed the Moldavite from her nightstand and pulled her underwear down. She breathed out, then put the Moldavite (smooth side down) on her clit. After a second, she could feel herself pulsating down there. She suddenly felt warm down there. “Oh wow.” She groaned. It was as good as her vibrator.

She grabbed her dildo out of the nightstand, turned it on and rushed to put it inside. She felt the pulsations strengthen. It felt so good to have the dildo inside her – something her muscles could push against. She pressed the Moldavite to her clit and started rubbing it in slow circular motions.

“Ohhhhh.” She breathed out. It was better than her vibrator. Better than Steven, too.

She rubbed harder and pushed the dildo in deep so that it rubbed against her cervix. She was almost there. She rubbed harder and felt herself crest. Her back arched slightly and she could feel her muscles squeeze the dildo. She cried out, working her toys until the waves slowed.

“Oh my.” She breathed out. A part of her was filled with shame. Crystals acted as guides on a spiritual journey and were for enhancing ones energy fields and here she had just used hers to get off. She felt like a dirty young woman.

But it felt so good. For a second Tess wondered how much a phallic shaped Moldavite would cost.

“I am so weird.” She said out loud, shaking her head at the thought.

But she kept on thinking about it…

Cougar and Me

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This happened more than a few years ago, before I was married. This is a true story, which I figure makes for the best, as it is what actually happened.

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I was in my late 30s and was always looking online to find erotic pics and to chat. I was on a site for swingers and came across a single woman. She had morphed her name for her online identity, but she quickly revealed to me that her name was Kristin and she was 42, divorced, with a couple of kids. She and I quickly became friends thru the site and we were chatting and sending each other pics. Within a couple of weeks the situation worked out great for us to actually meet, in person. I was in the process of moving to a neighboring state – clear to the opposite side of it, and it just happened to be the state she was from. The problem, however, was that she lived on the opposite side from where I was moving – however, in the process of moving I was able to arrange my route so I could see her.

After renting a U-haul truck and having family drive my car and help me move my stuff I had to drive back to my hometown to bring my family back. It was on the return trip when I would get to see Kristin.

This was shortly before everyone had cellphones, so I had her home number and re-routed my trip back to my new home to go a couple of hours out of the way, so we could meet at a hotel near the interstate. I called her when I was about an hour out and she told me to call again when I got to the hotel, as she only lived about 20 minutes from there.

I got to the hotel and checked in. I called Kristin to tell her I was there. I ran to a convenience store and bought some beer and soda. By the time I got back I hadn’t been in the room for more than a few minutes when I heard a knock.

I opened the door and saw Kristin – a lovely brunette with shoulder length hair, beautiful eyes, and a sexy body. She was wearing a black dress with white polka-dots on it that buttoned from the v-neckline all the way to the hem, and was carrying a purse and another small bag. I welcomed her in and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I offered her something to drink as we chatted and got to know each other for the first time. We both had a beer, to take the edge off of our casino siteleri nerves. I worked up the courage to ask her if I could kiss her and she leaned in and our lips met and our tongues found each other and they danced together.

I asked Kristin if she’d like to go to the hotel lounge to chat more and she readily agreed. She grabbed her purse but then remembered at the last second that she had her other bag with her. She had packed a pair of high heels to wear, having noted my love of women in heels in our online dalliances. She said she hid them in her car the night before so her kids and babysitter wouldn’t ask why she was wearing heels when she left for the afternoon and evening. She said she had to make up a story for wearing a dress.

Once she put on the heels I was even more aroused than before. Her legs were in black hose and were beautiful to begin with but were spectacular when she wore her heels. I took her hand and we walked through the halls to the hotel lounge.

We ordered drinks and we sat and chatted. There were just a couple of other people in the place – coming and going. I asked if she wanted to play some music, so we moved do the jukebox and I started to let my hands wander a bit. I could tell that she was wearing a corset under her dress. I felt her bottom below the edge of the corset and I didn’t feel any panties, so figured she was either without or wearing a thong or g-string. I was aroused and erect as we stood there. I leaned into her and rubbed my hard cock into her. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.

After picking a few songs we went back to the bar and sat. I placed my hand on her leg and could feel the tops of her stockings and the garter tabs from her corset attached to them. Kristin crossed her legs and i noticed that she had undone a few buttons on the bottom of the dress, so wear her stocking-covered knee was free of the dress. I placed my hand on her knee and worked it up and down her leg. I eventually placed my hand over her dress on her upper thigh and kept running my fingers over the stocking tops and garter straps.

Kristin leaned over to my ear and whispered that she was more than ready to go back to the room, but that she needed to güvenilir casino stop in the ladies room first.

I waited in the small hall outside the restrooms for her to return. I noticed that my erection had leaked a significant amount of pre-cum, making a spot on the front of my jeans.

Kristin came out of the ladies room with fresh lipstick applied. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me and kissed her long and hard, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. I broke the kiss and showed her the front of my jeans. She giggled and pulled her panties from her purse and showed me how damp they were from her own arousal.

Taking each others’ hands we walked quickly through the halls to our room. Once inside I closed the door and pinned her to the nearest wall, grinding my hard cock into her as one hand cupped her breast and the other was squeezing her rear. Kristin moaned into my mouth as we groped each other. I then knelt down and lifted her dress and kissed her stocking-clad thighs and moved up to her shaved pussy. Hers was the first shaved pussy I had ever licked. My tongue went split her lips and my fingers spread them apart and my tongue zeroed in on her clit, flicking it until I heard her moaning. I slipped two fingers into her slit and pushed them deep, feeling her wetness seep from her.

I rose from my knees and started working on the buttons of her dress and slid it down her. As she stepped out I thought I might cum right then – seeing a lovely woman in a black corset, garters, stockings, and heels. Kristin then took her turn to kneel and pulled my shirt from my jeans and opened the button and fly, pushing my pants and underwear down in one move, my hard cock springing free and bouncing up and down. She grabbed it, kissed the head and then proceeded to inhale its length into her mouth. I was now the one leaning against the wall, which was a good thing, as I may have fallen without it there. I felt her stroking my cock with her hand and looked down to see her looking up at me as her tongue was licking my balls and then she sucked them, making a popping noise as they came from her mouth. I pushed Kristin’s head onto my erection and held her head as I stroked in and out of her mouth. Knowing canlı casino that I would cum soon if I didn’t stop, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her passionately as we moved to the bed. She sat and rubbed herself as I removed the rest of my clothes and placed a condom on the bedside table.

I pushed Kristin on to her back and realized that her corset is the style that zips in the front. I opened the upper portion of her corset so I could play with her boobs. The nipples on her b-cup boobs were extremely hard – like gumdrops. I swooped in on one and sucked it hard into my mouth while my fingers pinched and rolled the other one. I could feel Kristin’s hips raise as she moaned and her head snapped backward into the pillow. Kristin started moaning more loudly and I felt her start to quiver then shake as she loudly yelled that she was cumming! I slipped a hand to her pussy and started to vigorously fingerfuck her as my thumb worked her clit. She kept bucking and moaning as I felt wetness flow from her pussy.

After Kristin began to catch her breath she zipped up her corset and grabbed the condom, ripping the package open with her teeth and rolling it onto my hard dick. She pushed me on my back and lowered her pussy onto me, groaning as I entered her and began grinding herself on me. I reached to her clit and she grabbed my both of my wrists and pinned them by my head, and she leaned in and kissed me as she rode my cock harder and harder until she started cumming again. She leaned down on me and I rolled her onto her back. I lifted her legs and I kissed the heel of her one shoe and trailed kisses as far as I could up her leg while keeping my cock inside her. I started pumping her with my dick and pushing deep inside her, making both of us grunt as I finally reached my release point and shot a huge load of cum into the end of the condom.

I collapsed on top of Kristen, feeling her nylon legs wrapped around me. I my cock softened and slid from her. She pulled the cum-filled condom from me and moved me from her and unzipped her corset before dripping the hot cum onto her breasts and then rubbing it in like a lotion. I was mesmerized by this. After licking her fingers clean she pushed me onto my back and licked any extra cum from my limp cock.

After lying there and enjoying the sensations we shared Kristin noticed the time and that she had to get back home to her kids.

This was the one and only time I was with Kristin, but I do think of this encounter regularly.

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Mrs. Green seemed to know exactly what turned me on. Instead of stroking me hard again, she sensed that I wanted another look at her gorgeous body so she climbed off the bed and posed like a centerfold model at the foot of the bed. She swept her long blonde hair behind her head and gave me that sexy smirk again.

My eyes drifted down her voluptuous body realizing that although I had been totally exposed to her, she was still fully dressed! Her low cut top emphasized the cleavage of her bountiful chest. The flat stomach defied the logistics of a middle-aged woman. Obviously this was a woman who knew how to look after her figure. She pirouetted slightly and her tight skirt clung to those wonderful buns that I had groped when we fell together on the stairs. The stiletto high heels displayed legs that seemed to go on and on although she was not that tall. As my eyes gazed at this Madonna in front of me, she licked her lips seductively and bent over slightly allowing me the opportunity to look down the front of her top. I noticed that she was not wearing a bra and her nipples seemed to be drilling holes in the material of her top.

This vision was all it took. My cock had sprung to attention once again and I knew that I was going to fulfill another of my fantasies.

I leapt from the bed and wrapped my arms around her. It was then that I realized that I had not even kissed her yet. In her high heels, she was almost as tall as me and as I looked into her eyes, I uttered, “You are so fucking beautiful! I’ve got to have you every way possible! I still can’t believe you’re letting me do this!”

With that I smashed my lips against hers which made her wince, “Go easy lover! I’m not going anywhere. ” I stuck my tongue into her mouth as far as I could and while we were locking lips my hands grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her tightly into my groin. Man what a feeling! I ground my hard cock against her mound and felt her pushing herself back into me.

My left hand moved up her front and latched onto her firm breast. I couldn’t believe that I was touching a woman’s breast for the first time after jacking off to pictures of them for years. I just bonus veren siteler had to see them so I pulled up her top and gazed longingly at them.

“Go ahead, Dennis, feel them, kiss them, suck them! There’re all yours!”

That’s the only invitation I needed. My mouth devoured them. Her nipples were as rock hard as was my cock because while I was attacking her tits, she was wringing my dick up and down with a vengeance. I started to feel like I was going to explode again but she seemed to realize this and pushed me back onto the bed. “Show time for the real thing now, Dennis. Then you’ll get your chance again. “

With that she proceeded to do a slow movement of her hips while caressing her perfectly pointed tits. She pulled her top off and shook her blonde tresses again. She slowly undid the zipper at the side of her skirt and tantalizingly slid her skirt over her hips. Man this was so much better than going to the local strip joint for the first time when I had turned 18. I couldn’t get home fast enough that night in order to relieve myself. Here was a real live beautiful woman doing a sensuous strip just for me!

As the skirt fell away, my eyes were glued to her pubic hair. When had she taken off the moist blue panties that I had felt on the stairs? Her pubic hair was in a triangular shape and I realized that she must have trimmed it herself as it was too perfect. She kicked off the skirt and placed one high heeled foot on the bed beside me. This exposed her whole womanhood to me. I almost blew my load again. She then took her hand and spread the lips apart and started to caress something at the front. “Here touch my clitoris, Dennis, “was the first thing she had said in minutes. I didn’t need to be asked twice.

I started to stroke it and she started to groan. “That’s it, boy, you’ve got the magic touch! Now stick your finger into my cunt and move it around. ” As I did this, she in turn almost fell on top of me in her ecstasy. We locked lips again as we lay side by side on the bed. Once again she grabbed my cock and alternated pulling on my hard-on and my sperm filled balls.

Instinctively I started bedava bahis to kiss my way down her body knowing that I wanted to taste her juices just as she had done mine. Before I even got there she arched her back and cried, “Aaagh… I’m cumming… oh sweet Jesus.. I’m cumming” Not letting this deter me I knew I still hadn’t attained my goal and proceeded to lick her clitoris and stuck my tongue in and out of her cunt as far as I could. Her juices turned me on even more as I realized that I, an 18 year old virgin, had made her cum.

“Oh fuck!” she cried again. “I’m going to c.. um.. um again! Don’t stop, motherfucker! Suck my cunt! Eat me!” With that she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face deeper into her groin. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Suck me boy! I’m there again, Dennis! I’m there, again! Oh.. oh… fuck.. fuck” With that her whole body arched off the bed and pushed even more into my face and then her body went limp. I continued to try to lick her but she closed her legs and said, “Wait Dennis. I need to recover. Give me a minute. That was so fucking great! I haven’t cum like that ever!” You can imagine the pride that I felt with that statement.

While she was recovering, I decided that my cock which had started to deflate could use some attention so I raised my body up slightly so that my cock was in between the valley of her tits. I had seen this in movies so I wanted to try it myself. Mrs. Green noticed what I was trying to do. After smiling smugly at me, she turned onto her back, pulled me up onto her stomach and placed my now hard cock between her firm tits which she made even firmer by pushing them in together, trapping my member. As I pushed forward, she smiled that smile again and brought her tongue out to touch the tip of my glans.

Each time I pushed forward I would groan as she opened her mouth and allowed more and more of my cock into her mouth. “You.. are.. so.. fucking.. unbelievable!” I cried. “I’ve got to cum!”

“Wait…wait.. darling. Just hold off a little bit longer. It gets better, baby, I promise you. “It took every bit of control not to let loose a torrent of jizz but somehow I was able deneme bonus to hold off. “Stick that beautiful cock in me now, Dennis. I want to fuck you now! I’ve got to fuck you now! Stick it in me motherfucker! Stick it in me now!!”

Her choice of words spurred me on. She grabbed my pole spread her legs and guided me into heaven. She was so tight! I started to pound away without any consideration for her now. She wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me in even more. As I turned my head I saw us reflected in the mirror. It was like I was watching a xxx porno movie only I realized that I was the star! Her high heels were still on her feet which were now locked around me in a death grip. I ploughed in and out with a vengeance. Animal instinct took over now.

“Fu… u.. ck me you motherfucker! I’m gonna cum again!.. Don’t stop. Fuck me Dennis! Fuck me! Fuck me! Cum in me, boy! Cum in me!”

That’s all it took. I could feel the boiling release start in my balls as my seed blasted into her vagina. I buried my cock in to the hilt over and over again and felt the cum shooting out of me until I was totally spent. Totally exhausted I rolled over onto my back but Mrs. Green seemed insatiable. She scrambled down and stuck my rapidly deflating, cum-covered cock into her mouth and forced even more cum out which I didn’t think was possible. I had to finally push her head away as she was starting to hurt me.

Just then, a voice screamed, “What the fuck are you two doing? Dennis, you fucking bastard. That’s my mother you just screwed! Get the fuck out of my house and don’t come near here or her again!” Bobby had evidently heard our love-making and now that I look back on it, I’m not surprised as we weren’t exactly quiet.

“I’m sorry, Bobby. We couldn’t help ourselves. “I tried to explain. When he moved forward ready to fight I decided that I’d better get out then.

As I went out the front door, I heard him screaming at his mother, “You fucking whore! Of all people to screw. You had to fuck my best friend!”

Bobby refused to speak to me after that day. Mrs. Green continued her lessons secretly even though she knew that Bobby would never forgive her if he found out. Fortunately for me, he never did. Eventually, they moved away but I will always be grateful to his mother who showed me how wonderful sex is and starting me on these wonderful journeys that I hope to share with you in future stories.

Discovering Christina Ch. 04

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It only took a few weeks for our pledge of never being apart again to go by the wayside. I was working at my desk one afternoon when Christina burst through my office door. She was smiling and her beautiful eyes danced with excitement.

“I just finished talking to Alicia on the phone,” she began breathlessly, “and she told me that the Gang of Four is getting together for a weekend of girl fun!”

“The Gang of Four? Who the hell are they?”

“Well,” she smiled, “there’s Alicia . . . and Brooke . . . and Janice. My best friends from college.”

“That’s only three,” I said, stating the obvious. “The fourth wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

“Well, it just might be,” she giggled. “What would you say if it was?”

“I guess I’d say have a good time with the girls,” I laughed. And with that, Christina jumped onto my lap, nearly tipping my chair over. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

She broke the kiss and hurried on to explain the plans for the upcoming weekend. “We’re going to meet in Dallas, rent a hotel room that’s too expensive, eat too much, drink too much, dance too much, and talk too much,” she laughed.

“Just who’s going to be involved in this dancing?” I asked, feeling a tinge of jealousy.

“Oh, mostly just us,” she responded offhandedly. “We’ll just go to a club, listen to some music, and if the mood strikes us, we’ll dance.”

“With each other?” I asked, realizing that I was starting to sound more like her father than her lover.

“Sure,” she said, “girls always dance together. At least the girls my age do.” I wasn’t sure if that last statement was a playful jab at the difference in our ages or a sign of frustration at my questioning. Finally, after a long pause, she looked at me seriously. “Well, it wouldn’t be out of the question for some guys to ask us to dance, either,” her voice trailing off.

With those words, that uneasy sensation in the pit of my stomach began to feel like a big rock. I felt like blurting out, “Hell no, you’re not going. I don’t want some guy dancing with you and god knows what else, when you’ve had too much to drink!” But I knew that reaction would go nowhere with my young, free-spirited girlfriend.

So, instead, I bit my tongue and managed a weak smile. “A guy would have to be crazy not to dance with someone as pretty as you. Just make sure all the dancing is done in the vertical position.”

“Oh, shit,” she huffed. “I’m not going down there to screw someone, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“The only thing I’m implying,” I responded softly, “Is that I’m going to miss you and . . . yes . . . probably worry about you. But not that way. I know you’ll have a great time.”

And with that I pulled her close again and kissed her deeply. Then I kissed her again . . . and again. I wanted her to remember those kisses while she was away.

********

It was the longest weekend of my life. I did little besides sit around and stew about what was going on in Dallas. Christina had called when she checked into the hotel to let me know she had arrived safely late Friday afternoon. Since then, I hadn’t heard a word. I grabbed my phone a dozen times, thinking I would call her to see how things were going. But I somehow held my worry and jealousy in check and resisted the urge. I knew she would not like my checking up on her.

But by late Sunday afternoon, I was worried. Not so much about what had gone on over the weekend, though that certainly was part of it. I was worried that Christina was not back, and it was already 5:30. When my cell phone rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. But when I saw the call was from Christina, I wasted no time in answering.

“Hi, baby,” I began, hoping my voice didn’t betray my worry, “are you nearly home?”

“Not exactly,” came the answer—certainly not the one I was looking for.

“What’s that mean?” I’m sure my worry was beginning to show.

“Well, it means I’m still in Dallas.”

“And what are you doing still in Dallas?” My worry was now mixed with irritation.

“We decided to stay another night.”

“Doesn’t anyone have to work on Monday?” I shot back impatiently.

“Well, Janice and Brooke do, so they’ve already left. Alicia doesn’t and I don’t have class Monday, so we decided to stay another night.” There was something in the tone of Christina’s voice that told me there was something else going on.

“And what are you going to do with that extra day . . . and night?”

“Really nothing tonight,” she responded, but again, that slightly worrying inflection. “Tomorrow we’ll shop for most of the day. But don’t worry, I’ll be home by dark.” Then she let me know she was through answering my questions. “Is that okay, Daddy?” she said in this little girl voice.

“Very funny,” I grumbled, knowing that this conversation was going no further. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I started to tell her to have a good time, but I was quite certain she would–with our without my approval.

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I don’t mind admitting that I didn’t sleep much that Sunday night. I casino siteleri tossed and turned, playing and replaying all kinds of scenarios in my head about what Christina was doing in Dallas and why she wanted to stay longer. Of course, nearly all of them involved her and some other guy, much closer to her age, and probably much more exciting.

The light was just beginning to stream through the skylight over the bed when I heard the door to my loft open, then close again quietly. I quickly tried to think whether I’d locked the door the night before. I’d certainly been distracted enough to forget it. Just when my fight or flight response was about to kick in, I saw Christina peek into the bedroom.

“Ross, are you awake?” she said softly.

“Actually, I’ve been awake most of the night. What are you doing here at 6 a.m.? I thought you were going to come back this evening?

“Well,” she began hesitantly. “I just missed you so much, and Alicia and I had shopped as much as we wanted to, and . . . I needed to be back here with you,” her voice trailed off.

“I’m so glad you’re here, baby,” I whispered. “I’ve missed you, too, and I’m happy you’re home.” With that, I got out of bed, took her in my arms and held her close, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, and finally, her mouth very lightly. “Come to bed. You must be exhausted,” I told her, taking her hand and not even giving her the chance to take off her jeans and top. I lay down and she snuggled up with her back to me. I lifted her hair from her neck and began to kiss her. At the same time, I reached around and ran my hand lightly over her breast.

“Ross,” she whispered, “is it okay if we just lie here for a little while?”

“Sure . . . I guess so,” I responded hesitantly, feeling that sense of worry creeping in again. I’d missed being with her the past three days and wanted badly to make love. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t feel the same. “Just rest, sweetie. I know you need some sleep.”

Even with her lying there next to me, holding her tightly, I could sense a distance I hadn’t felt before with Christina. It didn’t take a genius to know that something had happened in Dallas that she felt bad about. Or at least, something she didn’t want me to know about. There was no way I could get to sleep with those kinds of thoughts running through my head.

As the room grew lighter with the sunrise, I glanced up at the dresser that sat against the wall opposite the bed. I’d often enjoyed looking in the mirror as Christina and I made love. I loved to watch her breasts bounce and sway as she rode me, and I especially enjoyed watching the expression on her face as I took her from behind. It was like having our own personal porn video.

But this time, I could see in the mirror that Christina’s eyes were open, too. It was clear that she wasn’t sleeping any better than I was. She was just sort of staring off into space with this inscrutable expression on her face.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Is there something we need to talk about?”

I felt her body tense a little at my question, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she sat up on the edge of the bed, her back to me. I reached over and touched her shoulder and she immediately got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

At that point, I knew there was something we needed to talk about. I just didn’t know when Christina would be ready.

I lay there in bed for fifteen minutes or so, my hands behind my head, staring up at the skylight. I knew I should get up and get ready for work, but was certain I wouldn’t get anything done for worrying about what was up with Christina. Just as I was about to drag myself out of bed, she emerged from the bathroom, still wearing the same jeans and top from before, but with her hair and makeup in much better shape. She no longer looked as if she’d just climbed out of bed.

“What’s up?” I asked, puzzled at what might come next.

“I want to go for a ride,” she responded firmly. “You have 15 minutes to get ready.” With that, she turned and disappeared into the living room, leaving me to decide whether to force a confrontation there and then, or go along for the ride. I decided to go along.

I got out of bed, showered quickly, brushed my teeth and threw on a shirt and pair of blue jeans. I didn’t bother to shave, knowing I was right up against my 15 minute deadline. I ran a brush through my hair so it at least would not be sticking up in all the wrong places. Then I went to find Christina.

She was pacing up and down in the living room, obviously agitated. “All right, let’s go,” she said as soon as I’d emerged from the bedroom. And without another word, grabbed the keys to my car from the counter where I’d dropped them the night before, and headed down the back stairs toward the parking lot.

She jumped into the driver’s seat and I climbed in the other side. Christina loved to drive my Lexus sedan, and I hardly ever got the chance to drive it anymore when she was with me. She drove too fast and didn’t pay enough attention to the road, but I usually güvenilir casino bit my tongue and let her, knowing how much she enjoyed it.

Christina steered the sleek, black car out of the parking lot, turned left onto Main and headed west. In just a few minutes, we were at the edge of town and I thought she was probably headed back to Lake Thompson, where we’d spent such a wonderful afternoon not too long ago.

“Where are we going?” I finally asked, as the Durham city limit sign slipped by the right side of the car.

“I don’t know,” she answered. “I’ll know when I get there.”

“That doesn’t sound like a very good plan to me,” I chided. But Christina ignored that comment and kept driving, her eyes intently on the road.

So, I decided to try another approach. “How was Dallas?”

“It was fine,” she responded, again not really answering.

“Did you buy a lot of stuff?”

“Not really.”

By this time, it was very clear that Christina was not ready to talk about Dallas. I, on the other hand, didn’t want to talk about anything else. As a result, we sat there in silence, both of us looking straight ahead. When we whizzed past the Willow Springs Marina sign, it was clear that we were not going to Lake Thompson.

After nearly an hour of excruciating silence, I was beginning to get angry. “How dare she ignore me like this?” I thought to myself. “I’m not the one with something to hide from the weekend.” That knot of jealousy in my gut had turned into a big fist.

I felt the car begin to slow and looked up to see a sign that said Lake Mason State Park.

“Let’s see what’s in here,” Christina said, breaking the tense silence. She turned right into the park and drove along the narrow two lane road that seemed to be leading to some picnic and camping areas. After a mile or so, she turned left into one of the picnic areas, drove as far away from the road as she could get, parked the car and turned off the engine.

We parked near a sign that read, “Daytime Use Only.” The area was totally deserted on this cool, cloudy weekday morning. Without a word, Christina leaned across the console and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and leaned down to kiss her. But she turned her head just enough so I couldn’t touch her lips, and my kiss ended up on her cheek instead. Obviously, she was not interested in getting amorous.

“I really did miss you,” she whispered finally, looking up at me with her liquid blue eyes. She was still very quiet and nothing I said or did seemed to bring her any comfort. We held each other as best we could with the car’s console in between us, then finally decided to get more comfortable in the back seat.

In back, Christina was restless, putting her head in my lap for a few minutes, then sitting up and leaning against me. Then, a moment later, she’d let out a heavy sigh and move to a new position. She clearly didn’t know what to do with herself . . . or with me. Finally, we kissed a little, but before we could go much beyond that, she straightened up and said “Let’s go for a walk,” pointing over toward a little bridge that crossed a narrow section of the lake’s back water.

Since it was a cool day and the wind was blowing pretty hard, I grabbed a blanket from the trunk of my car. It was a blanket Christina and I had used once before when we picnicked at Lake Thompson. I wrapped the light blue blanket around her shoulders and we walked across the road and out onto the bridge. In the distance, we could see where Lake Mason became wide and deep, the water a slate grey. The water immediately around the bridge, however, looked fairly shallow and was nearly covered by hundreds of floating water lilies. I couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful they must look when they were all in bloom. Today, however, some were brown and lifeless, obviously dead and on their way toward decomposition, and the remainder were simply a dark green. There were no flowers in sight. As a matter of fact, there was little color at all . . . grey water, grey sky, grey mood.

Christina stopped in the middle of the short bridge and looked out into the water. I studied her face and noticed a smile begin to spread across her lips . . . a smile that I had come to love, especially when I had something to do with it causing it. This time, however, I wasn’t sure where it came from. I had no idea what was going on inside that beautiful head.

Just then, Christina let out a little squeal and pressed herself against me. I followed the direction of her eyes and saw a small black snake coiled on top of some water plants near the far end of the bridge. After we both got over our surprise, we studied the snake for a bit, waiting for him to move. I’m sure he was studying us, too. After a few moments, Christina reached down and picked up a few acorns that had fallen onto the bridge from a nearby oak tree that overhung it, and tossed them at the snake. He quickly slithered off the plants and disappeared into the dark water, much to Christina’s amusement. It was good to hear her laugh and I began to feel canlı casino the tension easing just a little.

“Let’s see where this trail goes,” she said, starting toward the little path that meandered off to the left just on the other side of the bridge. We walked along slowly, Christina with the blanket pulled tight around her to ward off the cool breeze. Occasionally, I’d reach over and put my arm around her. Stopping several times along the way to search the water for any additional wildlife, we had walked about 200 yards from the bridge when we came to what looked from a distance like a wooden boat dock. When we got closer, however, we saw that it was a short boardwalk that allowed hikers to cross a particularly low, damp area. The boardwalk extended for twenty feet or so, taking a turn to the right before turning back into a dirt and gravel path.

The trail had followed the curved shore of the lake and by now we were out of sight of the picnic area. We could hear an occasional car speeding by on a nearby road, but the path and the boardwalk were not visible to anyone unless they happened to be walking along behind us. “Let’s sit down for a minute,” Christina said, as she carefully lowered herself onto a single step that had been built into the boardwalk. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulder.

We sat there in silence for several minutes, both of us looking out at the water. Finally, Christina turned toward me, and I could tell she was ready to be kissed. And kiss her I did. Soft little pecks on her cheeks, little nibbles on her neck, and finally a long, deep kiss on her beautifully full lips. I loved kissing her, and from her reaction, she loved it, too, as her body relaxed more and more under my touch, her lips parted a little farther with each kiss, and finally, our tongues caressed as I put both arms around her and pulled her body tight to mine. I savored the feeling of her breasts against my chest.

Our kisses became more and more passionate, and I slipped my hand beneath the blanket to caress her breast, lightly at first, then a firmer massage. When I touched her there, she let out a little sigh, her warm breath drifting into my mouth. I touched her under the blanket as we kissed . . . her breasts, her stomach, her arms. Then my hand drifted lower and began to move upward along the inside of her thighs, until I was able to lightly caress her mound through her jeans. She gave a little gasp as I traced my hand along her slit through the fabric.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, as I continued massaging and caressing her, and I could feel a little dampness beginning to soak through the material. Finally, she reached down and began to rub her hand along the length of my cock, which had grown considerably by this time.

We sat there on the step, kissing, caressing, the only sounds the lapping of the water against the shore and the little moans and whimpers of pleasure that were escaping both of us by now. Finally, Christina broke our kiss and said breathlessly, “I want you to fuck me.”

“You mean here?” I responded in surprise. Having sex out in the open in a semi-public place was something I hadn’t tried before, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to try it then, either.

“Right here, right now,” she panted emphatically, while at the same time standing up so she could remove her jeans. I looked up and watched as she slid her jeans and panties down in one quick motion, and in no time she was naked from the waist down. I gazed for a moment at her beautifully bare mound, which was just about at eye level. Tentatively, I reached up and ran my hand over her smooth mound and caressed her belly and thighs as she stood there with her eyes closed.

“Well, don’t just sit there,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with arousal. “I told you I want to be fucked.” So I stood up quickly, spread the blanket out to cover the weathered wood of the boardwalk, and began to undo my belt.

“God, you are so slow,” Christina said in exasperation, as she reached over, unfastened my waistband and pulled my zipper down. I looked around again apprehensively one more time and seeing nothing, let my jeans drop down around my ankles. My boxer briefs quickly joined them. I was unable to remove them completely because I still had my shoes on, but I decided that was probably a good idea in case we heard someone coming.

I sat down on the step and leaned back, and Christina put one leg on either side of me and sat down on my belly. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, urgently and began to grind against me. I could feel the dampness of her nectar on my belly, and before long she moved down a little and slid her pussy up and down along the length of my cock.

“God, isn’t this amazing?” she panted as her movements became faster, more urgent. I don’t know whether it was the cold, the apprehension of being discovered, or what. But though I was incredibly excited and aroused, I was not yet hard enough to slip easily inside her, as we both very much wanted by this time. So, Christina slid down my body and took my cock between those beautiful lips and began to lick and suck . . . hungrily, urgently, deliciously. I slowly began to harden as she touched me as only she could . . . one moment taking me fully inside her mouth and burying her face in my pubic hair, then slowly raising her head and licking along the length of me.

Darkest Before the Dawn Ch. 01

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2008 was the worst year of my life; but it was also the most interesting in my 18 years. The year started out well enough, both my parents were working, and I was thinking of schools I wanted to attend in the fall. However, before summer arrived, my father lost his job in construction, and my mother was put on part-time hours.

The rock bottom of it all was when we lost our house, the sub-prime mortgage was due, and there was no money to pay it. Heck we didn’t even find a buyer for the house!

Thankfully I did get into the local community college on a basketball scholarship that paid extra if I lived away from home. My parents were invested heavily into a real estate company run by Dawn Morgan, and when everything crashed so did her business, along with all their savings. They worked out a deal where I would live with her, to qualify for the extra housing money, and I would share it with them.

Yes, this deal sounds odd, but living in a one bedroom apartment with my parents, and my brother was awful. Dawn’s son was starting university elsewhere in the state, so I ended up in his room.

At 18 I was tall; six-one, and still growing. I was lean, and I kept my hair cut short. The best way to describe the colour of my skin would be dusty brown. Or a better way would be to imagine Obama, but with smaller ears. My mother was from Ethiopia, she had met my father in Rome, and together they moved to Florida, where I was born.

Before 2008 America held the promise of greatness; low taxes, and easy advancement for those who wanted to work hard. My parents still believed in that dream; not me, I walked to school and gave my parents my bus money.

Dawn was perhaps the best part of 2008 for me, she was a very nice lady. She paid off her house when times were good, and now with times so bad, she lived off the last of her saving. She always kept the fridge full, and was never rude to me, but to save money she unscrewed all the light bulbs.

She spent her days reading books from the library by the pool in the backyard, or trying to hustle real estate commissions, but those were far and few between.

At 36 Dawn looked incredible; she was 5’7″ with long brown hair. She could best be described as that rare combination of slim, and busty. I had seen her several times sitting in the backyard, in her bikini; it had fuelled many masturbation sessions let me tell you!

One night after practice, I arrived to the darkened house, it didn’t seem like she was home, so I assumed that she was out for the night. Back in those days, I used my cell phone as a music player, having turned off the phone capability long ago to save money.

As I went up the stairs towards the bathroom, I failed to notice the soft glow coming from it. It was the sole room in the house with a bulb always screwed in. For a moment, I must have thought I lived in a time of plenty, with lights, and working cell phones, bus passes, and a home with a complete family.

Lost in these thoughts, I opened the bathroom door, and strolled in seeking out the toilette. It wasn’t until I bumped into Dawn, that I realized that she was there; I was truly in my own world. I couldn’t make out her words, as my music was on full volume; however I got them impression that she wanted me to get out.

Looking up at her, I noticed that she was nude from the waist up. With one hand on her hip, and the other holding a cell phone, she appeared to be taking topless selfies!

I had a good look at her, and despite the hot Florida sun, she was a pale white; she always managed to stay in the shade. Her breasts looked huge; but as a virgin 18 year old, it was difficult to say. Her areola’s were large, pink, and scrunched into hard perfect nipples. Her stomach was flat, and for what I could see of her hips, they were softly rounded.

Although she was the first woman I had ever seen naked casino siteleri before, I was very embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say or do; I stood there staring, and suddenly sweating.

“I’m sorry.” I tried to say, the words barely a whisper.

I still couldn’t hear her words, so I slowly back out, and went to my room.

Once I settled in my dark room, I debated masturbating; she looked better than anything I had seen on the internet… back when I had the internet. I had a sudden fear that she would come in to scold me, and I with my dick in my hand I would look like a fool, and a pervert.

I lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling of her son’s room, thinking about her large perfect breasts, and slowly slipped into a deep slumber.

The next morning, I awoke confused with a full bladder, and faint dreams of milky white boobs dancing in my head. In my morning fog, I stumbled towards the bathroom.

“Crepuscolo!” I heard Dawn say as I tried to tip-toe by her open door.

“Yes.” I replied; I could see the light from her open curtains streaming into the hallway.

“Please come here.” She ordered in a soft voice.

Walking into her room, and awkwardly looked for a chair. She was dressed in a loose faded red button up shirt, and a very tight pair of green coloured jeans. I couldn’t make out her feminine curves, but then again, I was summoned here because I had dared to stare. Her long brown hair was loose, and a very distinct part could be seen in the middle.

“Please sit on the bed.” She said, indicating the corner of the bed to me.

“Last night…” I tried to stammer out as I looked at the floor.

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about last night.” She said. Her voice was soothing, I could tell why she was a successful real estate agent, or once was.

“I’m very sorry.” I tried to say, as I looked up into her green eyes.

“No, that’s quite alright.” She said, putting a hand on my knee. “I know you didn’t mean to walk in on me like that.”

I exhaled deeply.

“Crepuscolo, I wanted to explain what I was doing in the bathroom, when you walked in.” She said.

“I don’t want to live in the dark any more than you do.” I was confused by her words.

“You weren’t bathing in the sink?” I said, trying to give her an easy excuse.

“No.” She replied, she moved a stray hair from her face. “I was taking topless photos of myself.”

I wouldn’t be lying, if I didn’t say that my jaw dropped, and I got an instant erection.

“Several men have paid me to send them photos; last night I was online briefly with one of them.” She said this softly, much like how she would sell a house.

“Oh… Ok.” I replied, I was baffled, but slightly less so.

“Things will turn around very soon. When prices for homes get low enough, the Canadians will start buying. But until then, I am doing what I can to pay my bills.” Her words sounded so convincing, if she were selling me a house, I would have bought it.

Giving my knee a squeeze she continued to speak. “I want to keep this a secret between you and I… ok?”

I nodded; I couldn’t speak with her hand on my knee.

As if noticing her hand for the first time, she pulled it back, and said. “Please don’t tell your parents. Promise me.”

I looked deeply into those green eyes once again, and responded. “Yes, I can do that.”

Later, as I was running to school, her words played over, and over in my head. She was like a… web cam girl? Making videos, and photos for dirty old men, however she wasn’t making any real money at it. The lights were still off.

“Where are you headed to in a hurry son?” A voice called out to me.

“Oh… ah, hello officer.” I said, stopping dead in my tracks next to the police cruiser.

“What’s your name?” The officer asked. For a man in his early forties, güvenilir casino his skin looked like burnt leather. His face had an angry look, and with one hand on the wheel, I could only assume the other was on his pistol.

“Crepuscolo Mamisha, sir.” I replied.

“That was a good three-pointer last week.” He said as his face brightened up.

“Uh, thanks.” I said. I was sweating, and it wasn’t from the heat, or my run.

“Have a good day!” Was his parting words as he drove off.

I’ve only lived in Florida, but I knew in my heart, that there had to be a better way. If I wasn’t a decent player on the team, and if that cop wasn’t a b-ball nut, I would have been late for class.

When I finally did arrive, I had enough time for a quick shower. Later in my first class of the day, I ran into my buddy Sal, short for Salvatore. We both attended elementary, high school, and now community college together.

“Hey man.” I said. “I nearly got jacked up by a cop coming to school!”

“Forget that!” He replied. “I just read dreams of my father!”

“Dude, how can that be more important than me being the next Trayvon?” I asked.

“I now know your pain, my brother!” He said in his best African-American voice.

“You what?” I said.

“I understand your struggle! Trying to get by in America, and yet still acknowledging your African roots.” He said, still using his silly accent.

“You know what? You’re one crazy wop!” I said in an Italian voice.

“Paisano!” he began. “You need to read this book! Obama’s one amazing dude!”

“I got school, I got b-ball, and I don’t have time for that book.” I replied.

“It’s really cool; it talks about the Obama-conda!” He stated loudly; the people in the row behind us hissed a shush at us.

“Obama what!” I whispered to him.

“Yeah man!” He whispered back. “Obama bangs all these white chicks in this book before he became president.”

“Give me that!” I said, grabbing at the hard cover book.

“I can’t! I’m not done reading it yet!” He said in return, pulling the book away from me.

Something told me that Sal was a little light on details; I doubt the book was about his interracial adventures, but it did get me wondering about Dawn topless again. Thank-goddess I was sitting!

That night I again returned home late, tired, sore, and distracted. I couldn’t tell anyone about the thoughts running through my head. If I told Sal, he’d tell the world, and if I told my parents, they’d make me move back with them. I don’t even know where I’d sleep!

These thoughts danced in my head, when I saw a solitary light coming from dawn’s bedroom. Not a candle, or flashlight like she often did, but a real light bulb lit up!

“Dawn?” I said into the open doorway. “Are you ok?”

I instantly realized that she must be doing a sex show! Stupid me! I was doing it again! On the other hand, I might get another look at those giant jugs of hers…

“I’m alright.” She called back from the room. “Can you come in please Crepuscolo?”

I took a breath, and stepped into the light. She was lying on her side, on top of the bed sheets, with her head propped up on a hand. She wasn’t wearing the over-sized shirt and jeans any more, but a low cut black satin outfit, complete with purple trimmings. It was loose, and low cut, I couldn’t believe my eyes; she must be waiting for a date to arrive. She had been divorced for years, but I hadn’t seen her go on any dates since I arrived.

“Have a seat.” She asked, I felt like I was being summoned by the principle, I had a bad feeling in my stomach.

“Where is the light on?” I asked, as I sat on the bed, in the same place as before.

“I was speaking with the gentleman I was online with the other day.” She began. “He has offered me more money for more photos.”

“That’s great!” I said. canlı casino Although she had to sell her body, I was enthused that I would have more than my alarm clock to illuminate my room.

“He saw you in the background when you walked into the bathroom last night.” She said.

I was slightly confused, I knew I wasn’t in trouble, but did she want a camera man?

“He wants photos with you in them.” She said. Her words were like a bomb going off, money, and I’d see her naked. There must be a catch.

“Um, I don’t know.” I stammered out, all confused.

“It wouldn’t be sexual…” She said. “And your face wouldn’t be visible.”

I could tell that she was using her real estate agent tone of voice… she wanted me to buy a house with a leaky roof.

“I’d have to think it over.” I said, I couldn’t look in those beautiful green eyes, I stared at the floor.

“Please do.” She said as I stood up, she sat up, and put a hand on my arm. It felt warm, and goose bumps started from my toes, and went straight to my neck.

“Uh-ok” I mumbled.

“Be a dear, and unscrew the light bulb on your way out please.” She asked as I walked by.

I lay in bed once again, the red light of my alarm clock the only illumination in my room. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I did that I was going to finally jerk off! I had a feeling that she wasn’t going to visit me tonight.

Pulling down my shorts, I uncoiled my dark brown garden hose, and held it in my hand. In the fantasy that played over, and over in my head, I walked into the bathroom startling her, however this time, I didn’t stumble my words, and leave. I would step forward, and roughly embrace her in my arms.

She would say something like “What are you doing Crepuscolo?”

I would reply, “I’m a man, and I have a man’s needs!”

I quickly hardened at this image, slowly moving my hand up and down, until I reached my full length.

My fantasy would continue over and over, each time I would add more. I’d squeeze her large soft breast, and pinch her nipples. She would moan my name, and kiss me on the lips, out tongues duelling as our hands explored one another.

Although I was a virgin, I once had access to the internet, and I knew all too well the things that men and women do when they remove their clothes.

In my fantasy, my clothes were absent, and she admired my manhood. “You’re so big!” She would say over, and over.

In a few short minutes, this fantasy had overwhelmed me; cum shot from my penis, and landed on my stomach. There was a large load, and I could feel it cooling, and several smaller ones almost reaching my ribs.

“Shit!” I said to myself. I couldn’t see where it all landed and I forgot to grab a towel to clean it up.

Quickly thinking, I pulled off my shirt to clean up my mess. It seemed like it was everywhere, and I didn’t have enough fabric to clean it all up.

I finally tired of my mess, and decided to make another. I was still hard, and new idea popped in my mind, to build a new fantasy.

This time, she was fully naked, using a vibrator on her bed, calling me forward to mount her, and to feed her my Obama-conda!

“Yes, yes, yes!” She would cry out as I plunged into her. For some reason, I had her long brown hair in my hand, and was pulling vigorously. Each tug made my fantasy Dawn that much more passionate, she would scream out, over and over, that she was cumming.

I fought hard to hold back my orgasm, but something about having sex with her set me over the edge once again! Another spray of sperm shot out, and landed all over my stomach again.

“Ugh!” I moaned out, as I pumped out the last few drops. I was drained, and exhausted.

I lay there for a moment, satisfied, tired, and still confused. I knew I wanted to help her; especially if it meant I got to see her with her clothes off, but I wasn’t too sure about what she wanted me to do. Although I was tall, and fit with a hard body, I felt shy about exposing myself.

I reached for my shirt again, and placed it on my stomach, intending to mop it up, but sleep over-took me, and I feel asleep.

Dowager’s Deception Pt 2

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Part Two – Finding HappinessSix months passed so very quickly in the Bates mansion. Christmas decorations went up and then Christmas too passed. Nancy spent a glorious New Year with Steve and attended all the big galas being thrown around the city. It was another mild Vancouver winter and rain seemed to be the only thing that could put a damper on Nancy’s mood.Over the holidays she had the staff from the Country Club attend a soiree in their honour with their children. She handed out presents and delighted in the screams of joy from them. Angela had picked out the gifts and soon electronics from phones to gaming consoles festooned the floor with overly excited children.Nancy had pulled Devin aside during the day and presented him with an envelope. He opened it and read the letter of offer inside. With his wife by his side, she had read it and fainted. He shook his head at Nancy once his wife had recovered and accepted the job as the new head of the Country Club, replacing Evan Carter. Carter was being brought up on charges of sexual harassment in the workplace.The staff in the mansion couldn’t have been happier for their employer. Nancy was everywhere in the house the past few months. Furniture was replaced. Decorations moved or changed. Nancy was meeting many different charities and socialites. Her schedule was full, and she loved it.Ben had secured a record deal with a local Vancouver company and had written a song for Nancy that she played all the time. She had even thrown a party in the house with Ben as the main attraction, and his following grew in leaps and bounds.Steve and her were an item. The gossip ran fast and thick. Nancy ignored it all and was simply lost in all her own excitement. When they had finally slept together, it had been a wonderful evening. Full of excitement and new discoveries. Afterward, she had taken Alice aside and held her hands apart by several inches and Alice had gasped.Angela was proving her worth. Her studies were progressing wonderfully and to Nancy’s surprise, she had opted to take business instead of technology. She had a knack for business and assured Nancy all was well. The boards for the business had become used to queries from Angela and quickly learned to follow through quickly or face the wrath of a rejuvenated Nancy. Angela and her were spending more and more time together and Nancy found she craved those times. They lived in the same house, but their schedules rarely overlapped. Nancy found herself making up reasons to be with her.Throughout, Nancy sensed a distance from Angela. She was holding back from her. She always had an excuse to leave and Nancy would watch her hurry away and wonder what she had done wrong. She had noticed that Angela always sat next to her and often her hand would find a way to touch her in small ways. The back of her hand, a shoulder, an arm. She thrilled at the touch but found Angela would move away if she reciprocated.Tonight, Steve was coming over for a romantic dinner. Valentine’s Day was a little over two weeks away and Steve seemed preoccupied about it. Alice informed her she was sure he was going to propose but Nancy didn’t believe it for a moment. Steve and she had something wonderful, but Nancy knew she could never make that commitment. She adored Steve but she knew she didn’t love him. She was certain Steve knew that. She had never expressed that sentiment to him.She was sitting in the big room looking out past grey skies at the Gulf. Vancouver can be a dreary place in the late winter and early spring. Clouds from the Pacific would dump their heavy rain load across Vancouver Island and Vancouver as they rose up over the Rockies to the East. It could be a depressing time, but Nancy felt buoyed. Her house was vibrant and alive again and her spirits rose with it.She felt a presence and looked back to see Lan entering the room. “Afternoon, Lan.”“Afternoon, miss. The chef reports she has a wonderful meal prepared for you this evening. She only wants to know where you wish to hold it.”Nancy nodded. “Please tell her we will have it in my bedroom. At the table beside the French doors to the balcony. And please tell her I will accept whatever wines she feels pair with the meal. One wine per dish, please. I want this evening to be memorable.”Lan nodded and left.Nancy sighed contentedly. She felt a twinge in her chest and gasped. They were happening more frequently, and she often felt short of breath. She would break out in a sweat at the oddest times. Her doctors had examined her and drawn blood, and they all reported there was nothing wrong with her. In a moment it passed, and Nancy wiped her brow. One of her doctors suggested she start to work out and had left when she had laughed at him. He wasn’t wrong though, was he? she thought.“There you are!” boomed a male voice, startling Nancy out of her reverie. She rose and smiled as Steve strode into the room. He was dressed casually, and he looked smart. He took her breath away with his clean, handsome looks. He could please her in bed like no other, although if she were truthful with herself, she had only ever been with George before. They had both been new to sex and stumbled in the bed. Steve, on the other hand, was experienced, and he was patient and taught her things that still made her blush thinking of them.She had time to wonder how Steve had become such a common presence in her home when she was swept up in his arms and being kissed passionately. He always curled her toes, and she was surprised to find herself lifting one foot behind her like some damsel. She laughed into his mouth and he broke the kiss and grinned down at her.“How’s my darling doing this afternoon?”“Fine! Better now!”He pulled a hand away from her lower back and looked at it. “You’re sweating again.”She grimaced. “Yeah, sorry. It keeps coming and going.”“Did you ask the doctors about menopause?”She blushed and slapped his broad, strong chest. “Yes. And no. It’s not that. They ran all the usual tests, looking for proteins and whatnot. Angela tried to explain it to me. It’s all too much.”Steve looked concerned. “If you haven’t got your health, then you haven’t got anything.”She giggled at the quote. Steve had made her watch all sorts of crazy movies and she recognised the line. bahis siteleri “Stop it. We are going to have dinner in the bedroom tonight. Is that alright?”“Oh yes. I won’t have to carry you as far this time.”She blushed, thinking of the time he had carried her naked through the house from the pool to her bedroom. She had been so frightened the staff would see and it had strangely excited her beyond measure. That had been the night she had taken him in her mouth. She had felt so naughty.And now look at me, she thought, amused. Steve has introduced me to so many more sordid acts. And I adore it!Tonight, she was giving up her one last line in the sand. She was frightened and excited. Thinking about it made her passion rise, and she kissed Steve hard.Before she knew it, she had grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway to her bedroom.“What’s this?” protested Steve, and Nancy giggled to hear the fake tone.“Shut up!” she ordered once inside. She slammed her door shut and pointed to her bed. “Pants off and lie back!”Steve scrambled to tear his jeans off. His boxers flew with them and she saw his massive penis spring forward and bounce over his heavy scrotum. When she had first seen it, she had almost screamed. It was twice the size of her husband’s. She didn’t think they could be so huge. It was almost the size of her forearm. Steve had said it was a curse, but she didn’t think so. He had to be gentle with her, but she liked it that way.Steve flopped onto the bed and Nancy crawled up on top of him. She straddled his hips and pressed her groin hard against his shaft. He winced. “Jeans! Ouch!”“I’m so sorry!” she apologised and slipped lower. “Here let me kiss it better…”She planted a kiss on the bulbous head of his cock. She could feel the heat radiating from it. The same heat that filled her and gave her such pleasure. Thick veins ran along the thick shaft and she ran the tip of her tongue along them, bringing a hiss of pleasure from Steve. She was getting better at it.She knew what he liked. He had been such a gentle teacher to her. He had opened her eyes to pleasure and how to give and receive it. The first time she had done this she didn’t think she could. He had asked, and she had felt it her duty to try. Now she loved doing it. It excited her. Having him do this to her had been what tipped her over.She ran a light touch of the tip of her tongue between his heavy testicles. Pushing them gently aside as she probed harder until she touched the shaft behind them. She flicked her tongue and then flattened it and ran it lightly up and over his testicles. She could hear him panting. He was quiet in bed, but she knew how to read the signs now. She watched his testicles move on their own inside his scrotum, rising and then falling again. She licked again and watched them dance. She was doing that. She was making that happen, and she smiled in joy.She grasped his thick, muscled thighs and pushed them out and away and Steve helped. She licked lower and touched the space between his balls and his anus with her sharp tongue and heard him gasp. She reached up and grasped his thick shaft lightly and stroked it slowly. She ran a finger over his bulbous head and felt the slick wetness of his pre-cum and smiled into his taint.She pulled her head back a little and stared at all of him exposed. Months ago, she would never have done this in a thousand years. Now, she knew the pleasure of it. She knew that two people who respected each other and cared for each other could do this act and relish in it. She felt the wetness between her legs. Her body was rewarding her for being such a naughty girl.Not for the first time, she wondered what Angela’s ass would look like before her. She used to fight these thoughts, but now thoughts of Angela were always in her mind. Dirty thoughts. She knew she craved the taste of Angela. Needed to know what she tasted like. She had wondered the same thing about her long-lost friend. She believed Angela would taste the same as she would have. She would love to have the opportunity.Nancy had learned one thing about this act. Nervous and tentative licks were great but diving in with a hunger would get Steve to ejaculate in no time at all. And it was his ejaculate she wanted right now. As soon as his lips touched hers in the Gallery, her thoughts had turned to it. And I always get what I want, she thought.She attacked his taint and balls with her tongue and mouth. She loved the texture, the way his body moved to her touch, the sounds that escaped him, small though they may be. She stroked his shaft lightly, and she continued to run a finger up and over his cockhole, lubricating the tip and sending shivers through Steve.She sucked a testicle gently into her mouth, making Steve jerk on the bed and then groan aloud. She popped it free and watched his testicle climb higher and pull in tight against him, and she quickly rose and engulfed his gleaming and engorged cockhead in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it.Steve cried out and Nancy held on to the spasming penis and felt the first hot gush of his cum flood her mouth. She swallowed around the thick head; a task not so easy to do. The first time she had choked badly on it. Cum had shot out her nose, burning, and Steve had been devastated. They laughed about it now but at the time she had been horrified. Horrified that she had let him down.Now she was becoming a professional, and she proudly swallowed the thick cum and felt it slide down her throat. Her cum. She made it happen. She claimed it and owned it. The next ejaculation hit the roof of her mouth. She moved it in her mouth and swallowed it with ease. Sometimes he ejaculated three times, and she almost squealed when the third hit the back of her mouth. She swallowed this down and sucked gently on the spongy head, pulling more of his sweet and salty cum into her hungry mouth.Steve became a dead weight on the bed. Nancy kept sucking and licking gently. She ran a thumb up the underside of his shaft and watched more cum pool and spill out his cock hole. She licked it up and gave it another gentle suck inside her mouth. She played with his cock as it slowly shrank and became soft. She loved watching this. It would go from this massive rigid monster to something canlı bahis siteleri somehow so much smaller and so soft and gentle. When it shrank all the way down, she sucked the cum that continued to spill from it away and then crawled up to try to kiss Steve. He always resisted with a grimace. She couldn’t understand why he didn’t like it. Cum was delicious, she thought. I love my juices. He should love his, too.He resisted again, but she managed to kiss the corner of his mouth and he wiped it away quickly. “Stop it!”She giggled and lay on his chest. It was surprisingly comfortable. The first time they had slept together, she had slept on top of him and she had had the best sleep of her life. She woke still on top of his broad chest in the morning with Lan making a sound in her bedroom and asking if she wanted breakfast served in bed.She had been horribly embarrassed until she had noticed her staff smiling at her more and nodding their heads. They had approved, and she was happy. She felt liberated.She shook herself and rolled off Steve, and then slapped his chest. “No falling asleep. Wake up!”She heard a knock at her bedroom door and, without thinking, called out for whoever it was to enter.She heard Steve make a gurgled sound and realised he was lying with his pants off and his cock exposed.The door swung open, and Angela was standing there. Her eyes went straight to Steve’s cock and glued themselves there. Nancy could see her eyes widen and then move along its impressive length, even soft as it was. Then Nancy saw the look of disgust that crossed her face before she ran apologising from the room, closing the door behind her with a bang.“Oh, shit,” said Nancy.“Shit, indeed,” echoed Steve. A little while later, Nancy asked Angela to join them in the Gallery. She entered meekly and stood near where Steve and she were seated. Nancy patted the seat beside her.“Come sit, Angela,” she said.Angela sat and looked at the floor. Nancy could see how embarrassed she was. She reached out and pulled her into an embrace. She held her tight and at once noticed just how good it felt. Like she belonged there. She felt Angela melt in her arms and decided to keep holding her. She stroked her back and felt Angela nestle a little closer.“I’m sorry you had to see that. It was my fault. I wasn’t thinking. Please forgive me?”She felt Angela nod against her chest. Nancy realised that Angela had her face pressed up against her breast and she felt a thrill run through her. She cleared her thoughts. Without knowing, her hand which was stroking Angela’s back rose, and she ran her fingers through her hair. It was a very intimate moment, and it was not lost on Steve. He looked at both of them in surprise.“It won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”Angela nodded again and then slowly pulled back. Nancy released her and her fingers trailed and seemed to not want to let go. Nancy placed her hands in her lap. Angela’s face was a deep red of embarrassment. Nancy felt the heat from her own cheeks.Steve spoke into the silence. “I’m sorry, too.”Angela glanced at him and then away.Nancy sighed. “I’ve asked Lan to bring us something to drink. Something to settle our nerves, it should be… ah, thank God, here she is.”Lan entered with a small tray. She set it down and handed Angela an energy drink, still in the can like she preferred. She handed Steve a scotch and then handed Nancy a warm glass of milk. Her favourite since George had passed. Lan had given her the first glass in those first days after he died. It helped her sleep and helped settle her nerves. She took the glass gratefully and sipped it. “Thank you, Lan.”Lan smiled-a rare occurrence. “My pleasure, miss.” She left them alone.“This is awkward. Somebody say something,” complained Nancy.Angela stirred and looked at Steve. “Can I ask what you do?”Steve stared at her. “What do you mean?”“What do you do for a living? I have no idea.”Nancy started in her seat. She didn’t either. Steve had hinted at inherited wealth. But she truly didn’t know. She looked at him expectantly.“Um, well. My money comes from an inheritance. Old money, as we say in the States. I’ve invested it. I do okay for myself.”Angela looked thoughtful. “I see. You’re nowhere on the Net. I can’t find you.”Steve smiled. “I make sure of that.”Angela started. “How?”“How?”“Yes, how? That’s impossible these days unless you’re in a crime syndicate or the FBI or….” she trailed off in thought. Nancy stared at her. Angela shook her head. “Never mind silly me. I’m so sorry I barged in on you. Can I ask a question, Steve?” Nancy frowned at how Angela said his name. She had drawn it out.Steve looked nervous. He nodded. “That is a massive cock you have. Like, I’ve seen cocks before. Shit, the Internet is full of them. Being a girl means men send you pics of their dicks like ALL THE TIME. I consider myself an expert. That is a massive cock you have. Did you ever do porn?”Steve jerked in his seat. “Porn? What? No!” Nancy watched him get angry. “That’s a horrible thing to say!”Angela shrugged and Nancy was appalled at her behaviour.“Angela! Apologise! That was rude!”Angela shrugged again and then apologised. “Sorry. Look I have to go do some schoolwork. I have a paper due in three days and I am really behind.” She looked at Nancy. “See you later?”Nancy reached out and grasped her hand. “Of course, Angela. I always have time for you, you know that.”Angela pinched her lips together and nodded. She looked so sad and vulnerable that Nancy felt the desire to give her a kiss and then pushed the thought away and smiled at her instead. Angela rose and left carrying her drink with her. She turned right and Nancy knew she was headed to the office, which Angela had pretty much claimed as her own.Nancy turned to Steve. “I don’t know what’s got into her.”Steve was still watching where Angela had left. “Either do I…”* * *The next evening, Nancy walked with a little discomfort. Last night had been memorable and eye-opening. Steve had taken her anal virginity. He had been so patient and so understanding. It had really hurt, but she had pushed through it. For a moment it had felt great, but mostly it had been painful. Steve apologised and said maybe it wasn’t for her. She had quickly agreed.Then he suggested they try canlı bahis it again another time, and she had grudgingly agreed.Nancy was curious about Angela. Her actions over the last couple of days had been strange. She flitted about and left rooms in a hurry and refused to talk to anyone in the household. Finally, Nancy had had enough and sent her on an errand just to get rid of her for a while.The house was usually quiet this time of night. She insisted the staff not work past supper and they almost all left for their house on the grounds. Some lived with their families in Vancouver and Nancy subsidised their rent to make up for not being able to enjoy the free accommodation. Angela was the only one who lived in the house proper.When she turned into the hallway, she saw a flicker of light from the office. Curious to see who could be in there she hurried her pace. Her shoes clicked on the hardwood floors. The flicker stopped and Nancy was surprised to see Lan emerge.“Lan? Why are you here?”“Sorry, miss, I was just cleaning up and looking for spare dishes. Angela sometimes leaves things lying around.”Nancy frowned. That didn’t sound like Angela. She was about to ask about the flickering light but then decided to shut her mouth. “Oh, okay. Thank you for the milk this evening. It really helps. You should run along. Get some rest and have some time to yourself.”“Yes, miss. Sorry to startle you.”Nancy nodded and Lan hurried away. She’s not carrying anything, she realised.Nancy waited until she heard her leave by the side entrance and went into the office. She looked around the room from the entrance. She hadn’t been in here for a long time. She remembered watching Angela masturbate to a seedy image of herself. Remembered her calling out her name in pleasure. Nancy felt the same thrill run through her.I have to understand this infatuation with Angela! She chided herself. She’s always in my thoughts! Morning and night.But it was Angela’s behaviour that had her worried. She was off-kilter, and Nancy was concerned. She moved through the room and looked for anything out of place before turning to the computer. The screen was black, but she could hear the soft noise from the fans turning. She sat in the seat and felt her ass sink into it. George always had good taste, she thought.Carefully she grasped the mouse and jumped a little when the screen lit up.“Windows,” she said into the empty room. “This is called windows.” She looked around the screen at all the little icons but couldn’t make much sense of them. Nancy wasn’t computer illiterate, but they weren’t something she prided herself on.Angela had tried to teach her some of it a couple of months back and Nancy strained to remember what she had said. After a moment she recognised a couple of icons and clicked one that seemed to be resting on the bottom of the screen.The screen filed and Nancy didn’t know what she was looking at. It looked like something out of a movie. It was text but written in some language she didn’t understand. She opened another icon and then spent some time looking at bank accounts and business accounts. Everything seemed fine and Nancy breathed a sigh of relief.Then she noticed a folder on the screen called ‘Nancy’. She clicked it and a password prompt appeared. She frowned. This wasn’t hers and she didn’t know the password. She made a mental note and shut down the computer. She stood and then braced herself as her head went dizzy. Sweat erupted all over her body and she suddenly needed to throw up. She breathed deeply until it passed, and she staggered out to her bedroom.As soon as she entered nausea returned stronger than before and she rushed to the bathroom to throw up. After emptying her stomach, she sat next to the toilet with her cheek pressed up against the cool porcelain. That was the second time that week. * * *The next morning, Nancy felt too exhausted to get out of bed. Lan came by and checked in on her and then asked the staff to leave her be. Lan came back with another glass of warm milk and Nancy thanked her and dismissed her for the day.She slept on and off. The milk helped, but then the sweating started, and she heaved most of the milk up in the bathroom. She was off today. She couldn’t sleep. She felt terrible and nothing seemed to help. Her head pounded painfully.At one point, Angela came by to check on her. She stood in the doorway wringing her hands and pleaded to speak to her. Nancy kept sending her away and each time she returned, she grew angrier.“For God’s sake, Angela. I’m not well! Can’t you see that? Leave me the fuck alone!”She saw the fright and pain in her eyes before she fled crying and she collapsed back in bed. Perhaps I need a doctor, she thought, and sleep took her.When she woke, it was dark outside. When her senses returned, she realised she wasn’t alone in bed. Startled she cried out and then jerked in bed when she saw it was Angela lying on top of the bed beside her.She fumbled for the nightside table light switch and turned it on and sat up in bed. The bedsheet slipped down to her waist, exposing her breasts.“Angela! Angela! Wake up!”Angela stirred and woke. “Wuh?”“Angela, what are you doing in my bed?”Angela jolted awake and sat up. She looked over at Nancy, saw she was naked, and her eyes fastened to her breasts. Her breath drew in sharply and she continued to stare at them.Nancy started to feel self-conscious but for some reason refused to cover up. She knew Angela had masturbated to her images. Now she had the real thing in front of her.Angela tore her eyes away and looked at Nancy. “I’m so worried about you. You’re getting worse! I cleaned up your bathroom. You were really sick in there!”Nancy looked away embarrassed. “The doctors can’t find anything wrong. Scans, blood work, everything. Fine.”“But you’re not!”“Hush. I’ll be fine. What are you doing in here?”“I’ve been trying to talk to you all day! You kept sending me away! Yelling at me!”“I know, I’m sorry. I’m out of sorts.”“I know, Nancy. I’m sorry.”It thrilled her to hear her name spoken. “What is it you are so desperate to say?”Angela glanced at her breasts once again and licked her lips. “I… I have concerns. About your investments. It looks like you’ve invested in a shell company.”“What are you talking about? I don’t make investments. George did all that.”“This happened after his death, so it had to be you. It was only a couple of months ago!”Nancy was confused. She still felt terrible and her head was pounding. “What company?”