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Todd she didn’t go home last night.”

“Good.” I said as I read the report. “She knows how urgent this is.” There was some alcohol in the blood and in the victim’s stomach, but hardly enough to even give the kid a buzz, much less kill him. There were no illegal drugs like marijuana, cocaine or ecstasy in his system.

The report also named a prescription drug in the boy’s system, which was used to regulate irregular heartbeats. There were also traces of another drug, possibly a residue of a performance-enhancing drug, which was being analyzed further. The level of these drugs were pretty high, as if he had just taken them.

The preliminary autopsy had ruled out any violence or trauma, and there had been no internal bleeding. It appeared that the young man’s heart had stopped, perhaps the result of a heart attack, though the effect of the drugs on the heart had not been ruled out.

“Lieutenant, can I ask a question?” Martin said, and I knew what it would be.

“You want to know what the urgency is about?” I replied. I looked around as he nodded, then said “Just between you, me, and these here desktops: this is going to become a very political case because the victim is on the University football team. So we have to get our shit together and get as much data as we possibly can as soon as we can, because when the Chief’s phone starts ringing off the hook, it’s going to get deep and muddy around here.”

Just then Diana Torres, Hugh Hewitt, and Angela Harlan came in. Cindy Ross strode in five minutes later, looking unhappy.

“Why the long face, my friend?” I asked Cindy.

“I realized it last night.” she said sulkily. “What’s going to happen this morning.” I knew exactly what she meant and I just nodded to her.

“What’s going to happen?” Angela asked.

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.” I said. “Meantime Angela, I have to tell you that because your cousin is the football coach at the university, and because our dead man was on the football team, we have to be careful about what you do on this case. My temptation is to keep you off the case, but that is hardly fair to you and there might be ways you can be helpful. But we’ll see how things go this morning.”

“Yes sir.” Angela said. “But I’m a professional; you can trust me no matter who my relatives are.”

“I do trust you, we all do.” I said. “It’s more about appearances than anything else, especially with a rabidly anti-School, anti-Football, and anti-Police Media around here.”

“I understand, sir.” Angela said.

“I just hope Captain Malone brings in the parents early enough for you to interview them.” Cindy said. The others looked quizzically at us.

“Cindy, pour yourself a cup of coffee and don’t worry about it until it happens.” I said. “And someone turn on the TV; it’s almost seven o’clock.”

“I’m on it.” said Tanya Perlman as she entered the room and headed to the TV. She looked exhausted.

“Cindy, a cup o’ joe for our Crime Lab Supervisor. She’s done yeoman’s work staying up all night to get these reports in.” I said. Cindy brought two mugs over, giving one to Tanya as we settled in for our daily dose of Bettina!

“This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News! Channel Two News has learned that the body of a young University student yesterday morning is that of varsity football player Jefferson Davis Jackson. Jackson was a redshirt Sophomore and slated to be the starting tight end for the University football team in this upcoming season. The University and Athletic Department have released statements of condolences, but no official of the University nor member of the coaching staff would agree to an on-camera interview with Channel Two News as they await the results of an autopsy.

The lovely redhead reporter continued, her face almost a smile as she released the sad details of Jackson’s death. “Meanwhile, the Police Department has also not released any new information on the passing of Jeff Jackson after confirming his identity. The Police Department has declined to say whether or not foul play might be involved in the young athlete’s untimely death.

“Meanwhile, the office of State Senator Nathan Allen has issued a statement saying that the Town I wanted to hear more of Bettina.

The redhead reporterette continued: “In other news, citizens of Coltrane County are mourning the death of their beloved Sheriff –” Bettina said, naming the dirty asshole who was anything but beloved. “His death is being ruled a heart attack by the Coltrane County Medical Examiner’s office, despite Afyon Escort information from sources to Channel Two News that the Sheriff may have been injected with a drug that stopped his heart.

“The Coltrane County Sheriff’s Department also denied that there was a confrontation with Town as always, we will break in with any new developments as we learn them.”

“They’ll work with the SBI but not us.” Martin Nash said. He was beginning to understand how the politics worked and how Bettina nuanced her words.

“Yep.” I said. “The Media is helping this State Senator and the SBI lay the groundwork for– ” I didn’t get a chance to finish. Captain Harold Malone had entered the MCD room, a rare occurrence.

“The parents are here.” Malone said. “They’re waiting in the front lobby.”

“Martin, you’re with me.” I said. We followed Captain Malone into the lobby, where a couple in their early 50s awaited us. The woman had been crying and was red-eyed. She had reddish-blonde hair, dyed, was of medium build, decent figure. The man looked fairly distinguished, letting some gray hair mix with his darker brown-black hair. He was tall, about 5’10”, and had been an athlete in the past though his body was beginning to show the signs of age.

“This is Doug and Roberta Jackson.” Captain Malone said, then introduced me and Detective Nash. “I’ve asked Don here to speak with you.”

“Do you know what happened to our son?” Roberta Jackson said, her voice nearly breaking.

“Why don’t we go in here?” I said, leading the way to Interrogation-A from the lobby side. I asked the Jacksons to be seated and Nash and I took seats on the “police side” of the table. Captain Malone sat by Mrs. Jackson.

“First of all, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, I want to say how sorry I am for your loss.” I said. “I know this is a shocking and terrible time for you, and I’m also sorry that in order to find out what happened to your son, we’re going to have to ask some questions that might be painful.”

“We understand.” said Mr. Jackson. “How can we help?”

“First of all, did Jeff have any medical problems?”

“Yes, he did.” said Mr. Jackson. “When he was about 13 and tried out for Junior High football, the doctors thought he might have a valve issue with his heart. We did a bunch of tests and they monitored him, and there seemed to be no real issue. They also said he’d grow out of it, and he did. We continued having him checked regularly, but he played football in junior high and high school with no problems.

Mr. Jackson continued: “Then when he was offered the football scholarship to the University, they ran more tests. Jeff didn’t have the valve problem anymore, but he did have occurrences of a slightly irregular heartbeat, which led to blood pressure swings. In addition, the doctors thought he might have early signs of Type II diabetes, but they thought his athletic regimen and diet would keep that under control. He’s been taking medicine to keep his heartbeat and blood pressure stable, and he’s had no problems.” He named the medications Jeff had been taking, and Martin and I both wrote them down.

“Thank you, sir.” I said. “Did Jeff do a lot of partying? Did he stay out very late at night?”

“Sure, he did his fair share,” said Mr. Jackson, “but he never stayed out really late, and he never drove drunk or anything.”

“Do either of you know of anyone that might want to hurt Jeff in any way?” I asked. The question was routine, but I noticed the parents glance at each other.

“Anything? If you know something, I really need to know about it.” I said, trying to sound smooth and friendly but commanding at the same time.

“Well, let me say it this way.” Mr. Jackson said. “He didn’t have any real enemies that we knew of, but… last year around Christmas we heard from some friends whose son also was in school here that Jeff started dating this girl, and her ex-boyfriend was ticked off about it. I didn’t get all the details, but there might have been some confrontation over it.”

“Do you know the girl’s name or the ex-boyfriend’s?” I asked. Both parents shook their heads no.

“Who was the friend and the friend’s son, from whom you learned this?” I asked.

Mr. Jackson gave me the names, but then said “Our friend’s son is no longer here at school, and the whole family moved away to California this past Spring. They never gave us a way to contact them and we’ve fallen completely out of touch with them.” He gave me the last phone number he had, which was in his cell phone.

“Thank you, Mr. Jackson.” I said. “I just have one Afyon Escort Bayan more line of questioning, and please don’t misunderstand where I’m going with it: your son’s full name was Jefferson Davis Jackson. Was he named after the president of the Confederacy?”

Mr. Jackson hesitated and then said “Yes sir, he was.”

“The reason I ask is that of course there are black athletes on his team, and if they knew his full name they might not like it. Do you know if Jeff ever had any problems over that, if anyone ever gave him a hard time about his name?”

“I never heard of any problem.” said Mr. Jackson, “And I don’t think Jeff ever really advertised his full name, though certainly he nor we were ever ashamed about it.”

“Certainly, sir,” I said, “but I have to ask just in case it might have been an issue and caused someone to want to cause him trouble.”

“I understand,” said Mr. Jackson, “but again, Jeff never said anything about any trouble with ni- *ahem* er, with other players.”

“Thank you both.” I said. “Detective Nash is the lead investigator into your son’s death. Detective Nash, do you have any questions?”

“Just one, and let me also say how sorry I am for your loss.” Nash said. “Did Jeff have a serious girlfriend, or did he date a lot?” Excellent, I thought to myself: Nash had picked up on that.

His mother spoke up for the first time: “Jeff was very popular with girls. He never had one single girlfriend while in high school, but several girls were always coming over to see him or go to parties with him. If he had a serious girlfriend in college, he never said anything to me.” Mr. Jackson also shook his head.

“Thank you ma’am.” Nash said.

“Lieutenant, I asked earlier if you have any idea what happened to my son.” Mrs. Jackson said, her eyes boring into me. “Do you?”

“Not yet, ma’am.” I said. “There was no violence to his body and no illegal drugs in his system. He may have just had a heart attack, but we can’t totally rule out foul play at this time.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” Captain Malone said, endeavoring to bring the interviews to an end. “I’ll let you guys get back to work now, and I’ll take the parents over to the ‘other’ building.” I knew what he meant: the parents had to go identify the body.

“Certainly.” I said. “Again, I’m sorry for your loss, and we’ll let you know more as soon as we find out anything.”

——————————

8:30am Sunday morning is not a time I wanted to be in action, driving to the University’s athletic dorm with Martin Nash. But necessity dictated fast movement.

“We’ve got to act quickly.” I said. “You weren’t here when we once interrogated a football player named Tony. He was supplying PEDs to the team at the time, which he bought from my nephew Ned and my sister Elizabeth. I want to talk with him and see if he knows anything about where Jeff Jackson was Friday night.”

“Think he’ll tell you?” Martin asked.

“If we frame the questions in the right way.”

“So you’re a Campus Police cop now?” Martin asked. He had noticed that I had clipped my Campus Police badge very prominently to the lapel of my sportscoat.

“Yep, I’m legitimate Law Enforcement on campus. You, not so much, so you’ll just be my bodyguard.”

“As if you need one.” Martin said as we pulled into the parking lot of the athlete’s dorm. I flashed my badge as we went by the front desk, where some punk kid was on duty. We went down the hall to the far end stairs and ascended to the third floor. Coming out of the stairwell, there was a study room to the left. Three doors down to the right, I stopped and knocked. The door was opened by a teen athlete, who was Tony’s roommate. Tony was in bed, just waking up.

“Get up, Tony.” I commanded. “Let’s go talk.”

“Wha– what the fuck!” Tony said as he woke up. When he saw who I was, he got angry. “You said you were going to stay the fuck away from me!”

“And I have.” I said. “Now put on a pair of pants and let’s go talk in the study room at the end of the hall.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” Tony sneered.

“You do if you want to play football this year.” I said. “I just want to talk, Tony. Down the hall. Let’s go.”

“Shit.” Tony said. “Cal, call the coach and tell them this fucking cop is bugging me.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Cal.” I said. “I just want to talk to this guy, not get him in trouble. You call the coach, and I’ll be forced to arrest both of you.”

“Wait until I get back before calling, Cal.” Tony said. Much wiser, I thought to myself.

In Escort Afyon the study room, Tony and I sat at one small round table while Martin Nash stood guard at the door.

“Tony, you know Jeff Jackson was found dead Friday night.” I said.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Do you know what he was doing that night? Did he go to a party or anything?” I asked.

“I have no idea.” Tony said. “I didn’t hang out with the guy. And why are you bugging me about it? You said you’d leave my ass alone last time you dragged me to your police station.”

“Yes, I did, Tony,” I said, “and this isn’t about that. You’re not in trouble, here, bud. But there appeared to be PED residues in Jackson’s system when he was found dead, and last I heard you were the go-to guy for PEDs around here.”

“Look, man,” Tony said, sounding a bit desperate. “After all that shit went down with Big Alex and my supplier, I stopped doing or spreading that PED shit. I walked away cold; someone else handles that, and I don’t know who it is, and don’t wanna know. I really don’t know anything about any of this.”

“How about a name of someone who can tell me about Jeff Jackson and his whereabouts Friday night. I don’t really care about the PEDs, I just want to find out what happened to your teammate.” I said.

“You might want to talk to Teddy Franklin.” Tony said, his voice dropping to nearly a whisper. “He’s the H-back in our multiple sets, and he practiced and worked out with Jeff a lot. I think they partied a lot together, too, shared women and all that.”

“What’s his room number?”

“He doesn’t live in this dorm.” Tony said. “He lives in the Old Dorm. He’s in ROTC as well as on the football team, so he was in front of the line to get one of the big rooms there.” Tony gave me the room number.

“Thanks.” I said. “Just one more question… did your supplier, Ned, did he ever come back and visit you?”

Tony didn’t speak for a second, then realized that it would be better to tell me. With a sigh he said “Yeah. Just two weeks ago. I was walking back to the locker room after practice and he came up to me. He was wearing the same golf shirt and athletic pants that our trainers wear, looked as if he were one of ’em. He told me to keep walking and he walked with me.

“He said he was pissed and that I still owed him his money. I got my hackles up and told him that he wasn’t getting any money from me, that I didn’t have it, and that my football buddies would rip his ass apart if something happened to me. He told me to calm down and then said that all he wanted me to do was to take him to see Coach Harlan and introduce him, and that all of my debt would be forgiven, every dime, and that I’d never see him again.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Took him to see Coach Harlan in the Coach’s office. I left them alone. Coach later asked how I knew the guy and I told him the kid had paid me to introduce them. I don’t know if the coach believed me, but he said that he didn’t want to see that kid again and that I was to report it if I saw him again on campus.”

Just then there was a banging on the door. One of the assistant coaches was at the door, in the company of the punk who had been at the front desk.

“Let him in, Martin.” I said.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” the coach asked. “Cops can’t talk to our guys without talking to us first–“

As I stood up, the coach stared at me, gaping. “Don? My God, Don is that you?”

“How are you, Coach?” I said, offering my hand, but that wasn’t enough. The Coach grabbed me in a bear hug as if I were his long-lost son. I hugged him back.

“How the hell are you, son? Haven’t seen you since you graduated and got your commission!”

“Martin, this is Coach Marshall, Erskine “Iron Man” Marshall.” I said, introducing Martin Nash to him. “He’s the weight training coach, and was in that same job at my school when I was there. He volunteered to weight train the ROTC cadets as his contribution to the military services, and my God! did he torture us for a year, getting us ready for camp!”

“Yeah, I was the ‘Iron Man’, and now this guy is the ‘Iron Crowbar’, go figure. Yeah, I heard about that, Don. Been meaning to get in touch with you, but we’re so busy.” Coach Marshall said. He was almost a “Mr. Clean” lookalike, with his bald head and well-built body, but he was older, was not very tall, and his blue eyes were piercing.

“Right back at you.” I said. “I can’t seem to get past the Campus Police station when I visit campus.”

“Or the Psychology Department, so I’ve heard.” Marshall said, laughing. “Martin, I’m sure you know that this guy is one hell of a cop. I knew he was going to be one hell of an officer, too. If Tony here would work out as hard as Don did, Tony would be a Heisman Trophy candidate– hey, Tony’s not in any trouble here, is he?”

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This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Part 17 – Power and Impotence

(Author’s note: This is another of those ‘bridge’ stories, interlude-type stories that give information and set the table with groundwork, as well as a case to solve. Thanks for your patience, and enjoy the sex and the rest of the story.)

“Just to keep things tidy,” said Theo Washington, “I’m going to read you your rights.” he did so from the card, then asked “Do you understand the rights?”

“Yes, I do.” said Tommy McGill. Now 30 years old, Tommy was lean but in good shape, still had the jawline of his father, but his mother’s eyes were more noticeable. He was dressed in a flannel shirt, blue jeans, and brown workboots; he gave off every air of being a simple country boy.

They were in Interrogation-Alpha. Joanne was sitting next to Theo, and Rudistan was the uniformed presence. The other Detectives, their Captain (Ross), and Chief Griswold watched from behind the one-way glass.

Tommy said “I heard you guys were looking into Tammy’s death. I want to help, so ask me anything you need to know, and I’ll answer as best I can. I don’t want or need a lawyer. I am waiving my right to silence and any invocation of it that I’ve made in past years.”

“Thank you, and thank you for coming in.” said Theo, happy to have that statement recorded on video. “So let me first ask you what your relationship with Tammy was.”

“We were dating, boyfriend and girlfriend.” said Tommy. “I got her pregnant, and I asked her to marry me. I would’ve stood by her and raised our child together.”

Joanne peered at Tommy, having an insight. “Tommy, when did you ask Tammy to marry you?”

“I asked her twice.” said Tommy. “The first time right after she told me she was pregnant… well, I sort of just talked in terms of us marrying. Then I asked her after graduation.”

“And she said ‘no’ both times?” Joanne asked. Theo turned to peer at Joanne.

“Yes, that’s true.” said Tommy. “She said we shouldn’t rush into it, that I should think about my life before rushing into marriage. We talked back and forth about it a lot, but she would just say to not rush into it.”

“Was she dating other guys in addition to you?” asked Joanne.

“Not that I know of.” said Tommy. “And when they found her body, I submitted to a DNA test, and while the DNA they found was pretty degraded, it was pretty certain it was my baby.”

“Okay,” said Theo, “so tell us what happened the day Tammy disappeared.”

“Well…” Tommy said, “before I do, I’m going to say that I’m basing this on memories from twelve years ago, so don’t start in on any ‘that’s not what so-and-so said’ type of stuff.”

“We understand.” said Theo. “To the best of your memory, what happened?”

Tommy said “I was supposed to meet Tammy at the lake that day. That’s the lake that was on my father’s property at the time, but he sold that parcel of land later. Anyway, I got there that afternoon, maybe five-thirty, six o’clock, and waited for over two hours, until it got dark, but she didn’t show up. I went into Town to a buddy’s house, and tried to call her from there, but she wasn’t at home, and wasn’t at any friends house. Cellphones Ağrı Escort weren’t so common then, so I was calling a lot of landlines.”

“Did anyone else show up at the lake?” Theo asked. “Did you hear anyone else down the road, anything like that?”

“No sir, nothing at all.” said Tommy.

“So what happened after that?” asked Theo.

“Well, I wasn’t living with my parents then.” said Tommy. “My mother hated Tammy and her parents, she called Tammy and her mother cheap whores and stuff like that, so I just walked away from that. They went ballistic when they found out I’d called the Police that night after Tammy’s parents said she wasn’t at their house. They said I should’ve come to them first, and should not have called the Police. But by that time, the cat was out of the bag. Eventually the SBI came in, then they gave it to the FBI after my mother tried to shut down the SBI’s investigation. She had the power to do that back then.”

“And you never heard from Tammy again?” said Theo.

“No.” said Tommy. “Didn’t hear a thing until six years later, when they found her skeletal remains, and the baby’s bones, in the woods just south of the lake.”

“Did people know you were going to meet Tammy that day?” asked Joanne.

“Yes.” said Tommy. “I’d met with several of my friends and her friends that day. I told them I was going to go pick her up, and we were all going to get together and hang out.”

Just then, there was commotion outside, in the front lobby area. “I don’t care, I am going in there!” shouted a woman’s voice. A second later the public door to I-A flew open, and Judge Lorraine McGill strode in.

“Stop talking to my son without a lawyer present!” the woman snarled. “Tommy, we’re leaving.”

“No we’re not.” said Tommy, rising to face his mother. “I’m cooperating with the Police about Tammy’s death, and we’re not finished yet.”

“How many times have I told you to never let the Police interrogate you without a lawyer present?” Judge McGill all but shouted at her son. “They’re tricky, and you must have legal protection against them! Besides, you’ve invoked in the past. Now come, we’re leaving!”

“No, you’re not.” said a voice. It was Captain Ross, appearing at the open door. She had had to go around, as the anteroom door was locked with the other door open.

“Judge McGill,” said Captain Ross, “step outside, now.”

“Not without my son. We’re leaving.” said Judge McGill, staring daggers at Cindy.

“Your son is an adult, and does not need his mommy to tell him what to do or to speak for him.” said Cindy. “Now step outside, Judge, or I’ll arrest you right now for obstructing justice and interfering with a murder investigation.”

Seeing that Cindy meant it, Lorraine McGill stepped into the lobby with Cindy, and the judge was not finished.

“My son should have a lawyer!” McGill demanded. “I demand you stop talking to him until he has one!”

“First of all,” said Cindy, “your son is an adult, and can ask for his own lawyer. You don’t speak for him. Second, his rights were read to him, on video, and he acknowledged the rights and said he didn’t need a lawyer… on video. Third—“

“Do you know who I am?” said Judge McGill. “I will have you busted down to Patrol Officer if not fired if you continue to abuse my son’s rights!”

“Yes, I know who you are.” Cindy said, her ice blue eyes boring into the Judge’s dark eyes.. “You’re the mother of a murder suspect… and you’re a murder suspect yourself.” Lorraine McGill’s eyes widened and she recoiled as Cindy bore in. “And you can try to have me busted down, but I work for the Iron Crowbar, so you ain’t shit with me compared to him. Now get out of this Police Station before I change my mind and arrest you. Sergeant!” Ağrı Escort Bayan she called out to the Duty Desk Sergeant, “escort Mrs. McGill out of this building.”

The Duty Desk Sergeant came around and escorted the furious Judge Lorraine McGill to the front door.

“Well done.” said a voice. From behind the Duty Desk came Chief Moynahan. “I don’t care who she is, either. But I’m going to call the Iron Crowbar, just in case…” Cindy just nodded.

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

“Yes,” I said to Laura as I returned Jim to her ‘custody’. “It was a good visit. And just in time… I think Mr. Davis does not have too much longer left.”

“The other people at the Veasley Community Center agree.” said Laura. “Your mother was telling me that they take turns staying with him, and he’s getting weaker and weaker every day.”

“Yes.” I said. “Oh, there was one more thing he told me that I might need your help doing something about. I’d like to find—“

*BRING!* *BRING!* *BRING!*

It was my Police iPhone. I answered it. “Yes, Chief?… What?… She did what?!… Is Tommy still there?… Okay, thanks for telling me, sir… yes, I’ll cut her off at the pass, so to speak…”

After disconnecting, I stood up. “I’ve got to go. Judge Lorraine McGill just got one demonstration of the Power of the Crowbar, but might need another one…”

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

“I am telling you, Sheriff Allgood,” snarled Lorraine McGill, “I have never been treated so disrespectfully in my entire life!” She was standing in front of the Sheriff’s desk in his office. Daniel Allgood was standing behind the desk, absorbing the tongue-lashing, wondering why he was taking flak for things he did not yet understand.

“That Captain Ross’s actions were inexcusable!” shouted Judge McGill. “Who the hell does she think she is—-“

“She thinks she’s a Police Captain with the Town and second, J.G. McGill sold off the land he once owned, that included that clearing where the body was found and the pond. I think those are very, very interesting actions.”

As I left the room, I turned back and said “By the way, Captain Ross,” I said, “your vacation request for the 13th through 17th of November is approved. Have fun with Callie in California, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“There’s very little that you wouldn’t do, sir.” said Cindy. “But thank you.”

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

It was dark outside. The Chief had left, and as I was walking down the hall I saw that a lamp light was on in Cindy’s office. I knocked on the door. “Come in.” I heard Cindy say.

“Working pretty late tonight.” I said as I came in. “What’s up?”

“Have a seat, sir.” Cindy said. I sat down on the loveseat sofa. “I’m just going over this cold case stuff. I have to admit I’m pretty fired up about Judge McGill coming in like she did today… then going to the Sheriff about me when I kicked her ass out of here.”

I smiled. “I’m glad you did kick her out. It gave me the opportunity to cold-bust her right in front of the Sheriff. Wonder who she’ll go to over that.” Cindy gave a brief smile. Then I finished: “And you’re also still pissed off about what I said to you yesterday.” Ice blue eyes affixed upon me.

“Not really.” Cindy said. “You were right, I was using you as a crutch when I should be figuring out things myself. But none of us, none of us, not even Chief Griswold, can hope to match you and your insight. Maybe your mother, but that’s it.”

“Don’t sell yourself or the Detectives short.” I said. “But I do think there’s an interesting parallel… I goaded you yesterday, and lit a fire under you. So I have to wonder exactly what Judge McGill’s motives are in goading me and all of you.” Escort Ağrı Ice blue eyes affixed upon me again, but with different thoughts behind them.

“Well, I better get home.” I said. “We’ve got little Doug’s birthday tomorrow, then Ross’s birthday on Sunday. I need a weekend just to get ready for the weekend. Meanwhile, don’t you keep Callie waiting up too long.”

“Yes sir. Good night, sir.” Cindy said as I left the office. I then went to the Duty Desk and told them that if Captain Ross was still in her office one hour from now, to call me. But Cindy Ross had me figured out; she left 58 minutes later…

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

Saturday, November 3d, 10:00am. Mrs. Williams led the visitors into Mr. Davis’s room. Mr. Davis woke up, and looked up at his visitors.

“Strait? No, it can’t be…” the old man said, looking and sounding confused.

“This is Coltrane County Deputy Sheriff Strait.” said the other visitor.”And I’m Captain Teresa Croyle of the TCPD.”

“Hello, Mr. Davis.” said Strait politely and respectfully. “The man you knew in the war was my grandfather’s brother.”

Mr. Davis looked up in wonder. “Well, I declare… you look just like him, son. So, you’re a Deputy Sheriff?”

“Yes sir, like my father was.” said Strait. Mr. Davis nodded.

“Honorable. Very honorable. So what happened to my friend Strait?” asked Mr. Davis. “Your grandfather’s brother, you said?”

“Yes sir.” said Strait, who was dressed in his formal Sheriff Department uniform with jacket and tie, his hat in his hand. “After coming home from France, he got married, had a son and a daughter. He stayed in the Army Reserve, and was called up when the Korean War broke out. He died when the Chinese crossed the Yalu River.”

Mr. Davis looked sad. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. He was a good man, and a great soldier. So where is his family now?”

“I don’t know, sir.” said Deputy Strait. “His wife remarried, and they moved east, to the Carolinas somewhere. I’ve never met any of them.” Teresa was absorbing every word of the conversation.

“That’s too bad.” said Mr. Davis. “Here son, have a seat, and let me tell you about your great-uncle.” Deputy Strait sat down, and was educated about his great-uncle for the next thirty minutes. He and Teresa were an attentive audience. And Mr. Davis seemed happy to be able to relay the stories before his final Destiny would overtake him. He finally ran out of steam.

It was time to leave and let Mr. Davis rest, but before they went, Teresa took out a blue box and opened it. “This is my father’s Medal of Honor, Mr. Davis. Commander Troy said you wanted to see it.” She handed the opened box to the old man. He looked upon the gold medal and the light blue ribbon above it, then held it in his hand for a moment.

“Thank you for bringing this for me to see.” said Davis. “I heard about what your father did in Viet Nam. 173d Airborne. I was in the 101st Airborne… close kin.” Teresa nodded as the old man reminisced.

Finally, he closed the box and handed it back to her. “You are destined to follow his heroism, young lady.” Davis said, peering at her with old eyes. “I won’t be here to see it, but you are your father’s daughter.” Teresa said nothing as she put the box back in her purse…

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

Little Doug, biological son of Todd Burke and Melina Troy Allgood, was now four years old. We had a party for him at Todd and Teresa’s home, and of course brought Carole and Jim, and little Marie was also invited. And to everyone’s surprise, Melina came to the party, though Daniel and the Allgood children did not.

Todd took over hosting duties along with my mom, as Teresa and I were doing a lot of quiet talking.

“Deputy Strait said his great uncle’s family moved to the Carolinas.” Teresa said. “I showed Mr. Davis my father’s Medal of Honor. I think it meant something to Mr. Davis, and he mentioned the 173d Airborne Brigade being ‘kin’ to the 101st Airborne. I’d never thought of things like that.”

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The doorbell rings. I get up from the couch not expecting anyone, still dressed in my evening slip. I open the door to my pad and see you standing at the door, a tall and strong looking man with eyes that can make anyone melt. Behind you screams a girl. My best friend. Seems she is in town to surprise me and she brought her new boyfriend to introduce to me. We hug and I shake your hand, magnetized by your eyes and taken by your hard grip.

I lead you to the couch and sit beside my bestfriend, my legs exposed as my slip rides up. She hands me the bottle of wine and proposes that we drink it. I know she cant hold her liqour well so I discourage her, but she is insistent on celebrating the occasion. I get up to grab some glasses, feeling your gaze on me as i walk away, my butt swaying under the nearly transparent material. I come back with three glasses, pour wine into them, and offer a toast to love and friendship.

You gaze at me as we clink our glasses, as i blush and feel the heat even without a drop of alcohol yet. We drink the wine as we chat and laugh on days past. We notice my best friend drinking way faster than both of us, downing glass after glass. As the first bottle empties I feel the heat of the alcohol course through my body, as well as your blue eyes staring at me. Beads of sweat trickle down my cleavage and onto my slip, causing it to get wet and cling to my skin. I notice you move in your seat, adjusting perhaps? I give you a sly smile and tease you by exposing some sideboob as I graze my body with my fingers. You cough and adjust once more, this time your hand adjusting your cock in your pants.

My best friend, seemingly dissatisfied with one bottle, takes out another, and drinks directly from its spout. She laughs and laughs at stories of Alanya Escort days long gone, while we silently stare at each other, a sexual tension building. With minimal alcohol but maximum lust, i start to run my fingers over my now hard and erect nipples. I tease and pass them as i watch you mesmerized. I pinch them and pull them as well, all while my best friend now laughs with her face on the couch. I see your breaths getting deeper, you licking your lips as if wanting a taste of my peaks. The laughter starts to die down as my bestfriend gets more and more inebriated. I feel her on the side of my hips, laying on the couch, a pillow between us.

She now talks in whispers, and you whisper “hello gorgeous” to me at the same time. I blush and feel the tension rise, moving my hand from my breasts to between my legs. Still with my bestfriend slurring next to my left thigh planted on the floor, i raise my right leg to the arm of the couch, exposing a bare and wet pussy. My hand now parting my pussy lips and i whisper back to you, “she says hello too”. You snicker and I giggle, and suddenly the other lady on my couch snores.

At that point, you grab me to your seat and start kissing me. I respond hungrily and kiss you back as i grind my hard nipples on your chest. You grab my head back and stare into my eyes. “Nice to finally meet you,” you say to me, and start to suck and maul my breasts over my slip. I moan a little then realize the situation – your girlfriend, my bestfriend, asleep on the couch while we make out on the chair next to it.

“I can’t”, you hear me whisper.

“Can’t what?” you ask in disappointment.

“I can’t. Stop. Myself” I say.

I kiss you again and grab your chest You tear off my slip, leaving me naked while i Alanya Escort Bayan ride your fully clothed body. You grunt and moan as you kiss and lick and suck and bite whatever part of me your beautiful mouth reaches. I slowly slide down to the floor, my naked body kneeling for you. I make a go for your cock, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants to free it from its prison. I tease it by licking its tip and massaging the shaft with my hands. I work your cock slowly, relishing the heat and feel of it on my tiny hands. As you watch me work, you also see your girlfriend shifting on the couch, and you hold your breath a bit as you thought she was gonna wake.

As she continued to snore I take that as a signal to put your whole cock in my mouth, engulfing it with one swoop. I begin to work my mouth on your cock, going up and down, drooling on it to make it deliciously wet, your precum and my saliva mixing perfectly and dripping on your balls. I feel your hand on my head as you push me down to choke on your cock, and my hands help you out by massaging your sweet balls for your pleasure. You couldn’t stop your moan as your cock hits my throat. I smile knowing how much joy I just brought you. I keep on working your cock with my mouth and your balls with my hands when you tapped my head signalling me to look up to you.

“I want your pussy,” you say in a whisper.

I then release your cock from my mouth but not without a last lick of your cock slit.

“Where?” I ask jokingly, but knowing the answer already.

“Right here” you respond, as you kiss my mouth and pull me to your lap.

You make me sit on you with my back against your chest, my naked body against your clothed skin, save for your exposed cock and balls. You open my legs wide Escort Alanya and toy with my clit as I work to put your cock in my pussy. I then feel your length inside me, hitting my womb as you max it out. I grind on you slowly, my hips gyrating as your cock moves within me. I guide your hands on my body, one to flick my clit, and the other one to pull my nipples You move your hips up to meet my thrusts. I grab your neck from behind as i feel you bite my shoulders. You pound into me quietly and I start to wail and moan in high tones. We almost forget that your girlfriend is laying on the couch right in front of us as we act on our carnal desires. I feel myself reaching my climax and start to thrash my head around. I get louder and louder as I reach my climax.

You hurriedly cup my face and whisper, “Shut up” to my ear.

I respond by saying “Cumming” repeatedly, and i feel you tense up because of it.

I grind faster and you meet me quicker as well. In a few pumps you tighten your hug on my bare skin and you moan into my shoulders, all while i stop myself from screaming for dear life as my orgasm hits me hard. My whole body shakes as i cum, as i feel you under me pushing up ropes of cum inside me, pulling me deeper in as you squeze every last drop. We feel our bodies weaken as i slide off of you. Tired we may be, i go fo one last suck of your cock to clean it, and give you a wink before i go to the bathroom to clean up.

Minutes pass and I exit the bathroom in a robe after a quick shower. I see you seated on that chair where we fucked, cock tucked back in, pretending to nap with fake snores. I laugh like a child as I go to my bestfriend and wake her.

“I called you an uber. You guys need to get home and rest.” She gets up from the couch still wobbly, and calls for you to assist her. You pretend to wipe the sleep from your eyes as you put her arm around yours and help her. As you both leave, you take one last grab of my butt and one last lustful look at me.

“Until next time,” you say with a wink.

~fin~

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The waterfall looked lovely, the same as it had looked every night for the last five weeks. She stepped into the water, it was so cool despite the heat of the day and felt oh so good, she slowly waded deeper into the water, as she did this she could feel it pushing against her body as she made her way over to the waterfall, once there she stepped into the falling water, she could feel the water cascading down her body the feeling was so sensual, she rubbed her hands up and over her breasts then down between her legs, she could feel the heat and wetness from herself, hmmm it felt so good, she had one hand rubbing her clit and the other running up and over her breasts, as she did this she day dreamed of a tall dark handsome man slowly, passionately making love to her.

Her daydream was broken by a movement from somewhere behind her, she quickly turned around and thought she caught a glimpse of a man, she was not sure but one thing she was sure of was she was not waiting around to find out, she swam back to the bank and clambered out grabbed the towel wrapped it about her body, stepped into her shoes after first checking for bugs and grabbed her clothes, she then proceeded back towards the campsite.

She finally started to slow down when she reached the edge of the site, she turned around and looked back, nothing there, it must have been her imagination, all she could see was the waterfall so beautiful in the distance, with a rainbow permanently above it, how she was going to miss that view but for the rest of it, tomorrow could not come any sooner, she was on the plane home tomorrow and she could not wait, after five stinking hot weeks digging holes looking for artifacts, no, she would not miss the heat or the bugs for that matter.

She opened the door to the so-called room of hers, in fact it was a hut but hey who was she to complain at least she had a room, the others were suffering the heat in tents, she threw down her clothes, kicked off her shoes and removed her towel and she walked over to the window, she was surely going to miss that view and on the note she pulled back the mosquito net, climbed onto her cot releasing it behind her, Artvin Escort it fell back down covering her, she felt like she was in a cocoon, but a necessary one when all said and done.

She sat on her cot with her knees up and her chin resting in her hands, wondering who had been at the waterfall, it was not the first time she had felt someone watching her, the thought had excited her, someone watching her caress her own body, hmmm I wonder she repeated as she lay herself down, on her back she lay looking up at the lid of her hut, it could not be called anything else, it looked like it had just been dropped on slightly off centre, she slowly closed her eyes as sleep over took her hot, sweaty body, hmmm I wonder was the thought going through her head as sleep over took her body.

It was around midnight when she was woken by a sound, she could hear footsteps in the room, she sat up and looked around but could see no one,

“Hmmm, this imagination of mine will be the end of me one day,” she laughed to herself,

As she lay her body back down a figure appeared beside her cot, it was the figure of a tall handsome man, totally naked, she could see his dark tanned muscular body, beads of sweat from the heat of the night glistening on his torso, she felt something stir inside her, he was the man from the waterfall she just knew it.

He slowly pulled open the netting that had cocooned her all evening and sat on the edge of her cot, the moonlight shone into the room casting shadows on the walls, as the moonlight reflected off his face she could see his eyes looking deeply into hers, no threat just longing, wanting and desire. Slowly he lay down his body next to hers, the netting falling back down around them once again cocooning her, closing her off from the outside world.

His touch was so hot, electric in fact her whole body shuddered as he placed his hand on her stomach, running it up and down, his other hand cupping the back of her head and bringing it up to be met by a tender kiss, his kiss was one of both tenderness and passion, she could taste the salt from the sweat that was running down his face, their tongues Artvin Escort Bayan met and started to explore each others mouths, twisting and licking, sucking at each other, the kiss was turning into lust and his hands were starting to wander.

With her hands on his back and his body on hers the kissing carried on, firstly on the mouth then down the body nibbling has he went, finally reaching her breast, he took his tongue and teased them one at a time, circling around the nipple area then taking it into his mouth, sucking and gently biting at it, not a word was spoken just the odd groan and hmmm left her lips as he teased and tantalised her body, his tongue licking further down now her back arching and her legs parting in anticipation of what was to come, her hands were on his head with her fingers running through his hair, she could feel the sweat running through his hair and every now and again beads of it was dripping onto her body, and her body was burning with every single droplet and every single touch of his hands.

Hmmm his fingers slid down to her mound, her hot wet mound and he started played, inserting his fingers deep within her, then with his tongue licking at her trying to find her clit, Oh he found it and her body reacted, she gripped his hair tightly making him jerk his head back, then down again into the sweet juices of her feminine beauty, sucking and licking, her body shaking as she came for the first time, his fingers deep inside her pussy, he could feel her juices seeping out, he lapped at them like a dog lapping from his water bowl, taking pleasure in lapping up every last drop.

His fingers now slipping out and running up her body, she could not contain herself as she tried to run her hands down his body, but he would not allow it, he smiled at her and took her hands placing them behind her head and with one hand held both firmly there, this excited her more hmmm, he then kissed her fully on the mouth parting her lips with his tongue, allowing her to taste her own juices, she could feel his hot sweaty body on top of hers, sliding about as he kissed away at her neck, his hard swollen cock pressing Escort Artvin hard against her mound, her legs parted and slightly raised.

“Oh god, please no more teasing,” was the first words spoken,

Her words broke the silence and he smiled at her and released his grip on her hands, he flipped her body over, bringing her to her knees and kissing her back, his body covering hers from behind, as his hands wrapped around her waist and his fingers fumbling for her clit, her back arched as his fingers slid into her hmmm, with his other hand he guided is throbbing cock towards her hot swollen pussy and as his fingers slid out the tip of his cock slid in, the feeling was wonderful, she could feel him slide deep into her, filling her up completely, he could feel her juices sliding down his shaft already, slowly he started to push himself deep inside her and then out again, in and out, deeper and deeper each time her body reacting with every push, pushing back against his cock.

His fingers rubbed at her clit, her own rubbing on top of his, he moved his hands away allowing her to rub herself hmmm, his hands wondered up to her breasts talking one in each hand, as she knelt up allowing herself to sit on his cock, her back arched and his hands rubbing her breasts, her nipples so hard and her hands now both rubbing away at her clit, he kissed her neck and felt her start to shake, as her body jolted, her juices flowed from her and at that point his own body started to jerk and he came, with every spurt she jolted more, two hot sweaty bodies locked together like two pieces of a jigsaw, moving as one cumin together, shaking, touching, sweat dripping from them both.

She awoke to the sound of the birds singing and the sun beating down on her body, she sat up looked around then lay back down,

“Hmmm was I dreaming?”

As she lay there looking up at the lid of her hut the door opened, she glanced over towards it, there in the doorway stood a tall dark tanned man.

“Twenty mins till the mini bus leaves, if you want to be on it you had best get a move on,”

She just looked at him staring into his eyes,

“Oh, by the way I would put some clothes on if i was you.” he said smiling,

She grabbed at the sheet and pulled it up around her body, he smiled once again and left the room, hmmm I wonder she thought to her self as she lay back down and looked up at the slightly of centred lid on her hut.

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I was going on a date.

It was nerve-wracking, being part of the age-old courting ritual, but it had to be done. It didn’t help that the guy I was supposed to be going with was hot, but in a way it did. I was attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was tall, svelte, and full of this sexy charisma, barely contained in his chocolate eyes beneath his hooded lids.

I wanted him, and he wanted me, and I knew this date would be anything but chaste.

We decided to go to the beach for our first outing. It would be public, something that would keep us from jumping each other’s bones as soon as we saw each other.

Hopefully.

Regretfully.

Just thinking about him made me hot. I squirmed a little in my seat, shifting my skirt around. I was wearing a backless top that plunged low in the front, baring the inner curves of my breasts like a promise. The skirt was long, but thin. It wasn’t see-through, so I wasn’t wearing underwear. I figured since I couldn’t wear a bra, why wear panties? It sort of evened out the whole clothing-equation in my mind.

As I pulled into the beach parking lot, I could feel that I was already a little wet in anticipation of my date in which I was supposed to not have sex. I squirmed some more, feeling my nether lips rub against one another. I was bare. I liked it that way, and I paid a clinic a whole lot of money for the many procedures that made sure I stayed that way for the rest of my life. I’d gotten my genitals, legs, and armpits done. No more shaving for me again, ever.

He was waiting for me, took me by the hand with a smile when I stepped from the car, and led me to the waters edge. The beach was pretty much empty, and we gave up any pretense of manners and propriety, touching, kissing, groping.

We spread our beach blanket in the shade of a house-porch, in a deep swale that was hidden from prying eyes. Our talk wandered across many subjects, until he gave up on conversation and leaned forward, pulling my breast out of my top, and started sucking on my nipple.

His mouth was so warm and wet. He flicked his tongue over the tip of my breast over and over. I arched my back, pushing my chest closer to him, moaning. I hadn’t meant to make noise; the sensations just kind of pulled it from me.

He laughed, rolling the nipple between his fingers, and I twitched in response.

I Aydın Escort retaliated by kissing him. My mouth trailed over his jaw, his ear, down his throat, to his chest. I placed my mouth over his flat nipple and sucked, hard. He came up off the blanket with a gasp. I pinched the other nipple with my free hand as I flicked the one in my mouth rapidly with the tip of my tongue. His hips jerked. I could see his cock, tenting his swimming trunks.

I wanted to touch him.

I pulled myself off his chest and he slumped to the sand, breathing hard. It was my turn to laugh. I kissed my way down the flatly muscled planes of his stomach. When I got to his trunks, I darted my tongue into the waistband once, twice, listening to his moan when my errant tongue caught a bare taste of him.

His shorts gave up to my hands and released him. He was thick and long and uncut. I’d never seen an uncircumcised guy before. It was interesting how the extra skin rolled back to show the glistening head, precum pooling in the folds.

I bent over him slowly, making sure he was watching what I was doing, and I tasted him. He was salty from the seawater and his own fluids, but I’d always loved salty foods. Underneath the obvious tastes was the musky flavor of him, his skin.

I liked it.

To show him how much I liked it, I started sucking his dick. I took the first handful of him easily, sliding him in and out while working up more spit. I worked the spit further down his shaft with my hand, lubing up his cock so that I could start to take more and more of him in my mouth. I hit the back of my throat and just kept going. I didn’t have a gag reflex to think about, so it wasn’t that hard to deep throat a guy.

He was groaning and breathing fast, sucking air in through his teeth the deeper I took him. I picked up the pace, gently massaging and squeezing his balls, teasing the very tip of him with my tongue. I swirled my tongue all about him once, watching him shudder like a flyblown horse in pleasure through my eyelashes.

I did it again, and he lost it, cumming deep in my throat. I took it all, working his cock until nothing more came out of it. I pulled him from my mouth, licking my lips for the extra fluids.

He lunged, capturing my lips with his. He wanted to taste himself on me, and that was hot. I could Aydın Escort Bayan feel the wet clench of myself in answer to his actions, moisture creeping down my thighs.

His kiss pushed me back, down into the blanket. He grabbed my tit, pulling the nipple out, twisting and rolling it between his fingers. His other hand pushed my skirt up, pausing at the crease of my inner thigh, and I knew he was thinking about my lack of panties. He parted my pussy lips with a finger, sliding up and down, teasing the opening.

I moaned loudly and spread my legs for him. It was all the urging he needed. He slid a finger into my wet sex, then two, curving the digits and pumping them into and out of my pussy. His mouth was on my breasts, moving back and forth as he nibbled at both, sucking nipples so hard I cried out.

His fingers moved in me, pushing deep, moving back and forth, curling up to hit my g-spot. His thumb came up and started rubbing on the hood of my clit. Small circular motions soon had me bucking against his hand, thrusting my hips against his hand like I could fuck it.

I came hard. It had been a while. My pussy clenched his fingers rhythmically, milking them for more, and I was moaning and twitching. Sweat beaded between my breasts and he licked it up, moving his kisses south. His fingers still moved in me, making me hotter.

He used both hands to spread my pussy wide, then put his mouth on my cunt. His tongue thrust deep. It was longer than I imagined from all the kissing, and thick. The texture of it nearly sent me over the edge again, but I held back. He licked me up and down, Frenching my pussy like a second mouth. His fingers pushed in again, three of them, and his mouth moved to my clit. He sucked on it, flicking the tiny nub of sensitized flesh with the tip of his tongue. He started touching my asshole, working at the pucker with a finger. The wetness leaking from my cunt gave him the lube he needed and he managed to pop a finger in my ass, working it in and out in rhythm with his fingers in my pussy.

Two fingers were in my ass, three in my pussy, and his mouth over my clit, sucking for all he was worth when I let go and came again. I gushed over his hand, and he let go of my clit to taste the clear rush.

He rose up and hovered over me, sharing another kiss, and then positioning Escort Aydın himself. He was hard and ready. I could see precum dripping from his tip.

“Condom?” I asked breathily. He paused, and the hesitation told me no. “Do my ass.” I said. He looked at me, disbelieving that I just told him I wanted anal. I couldn’t blame him. Most girls would scream and run in the opposite direction, but I actually liked it, and it had been long enough that I was going to take sex any way I could get it.

“C’mon,” I urged, “Fuck me.”

He needed no more prompting. He got up and I rolled over to all fours, pushing my ass up at him like some kind of gift. He spread my cheeks, licking at the puckered mouth of my butt. He fingered my twitching pussy some more, drawing that wetness to my ass and his cock, lubing up as best he could.

I felt the fat tip of him press against my opening, squirming and worming around in circles to loosen the seal. He pushed and moved and pushed until he slipped in with a pop, fat mushroom head sliding into my tight ass like it belonged there.

He started slow, gliding in and out with care to make sure he wasn’t hurting me and that I could take all of him. Then he started to get into it. He grabbed my hips and started to thrust into my ass, pushing his cock hard and fast as deep as it could go.

I loved it. Face pressed to the blanket, wet slapping sounds echoing beneath the beach house porch, I was getting my brains ass-fucked out of me and I was loving it. My hands wandered to my tits, squeezing and teasing my nipples.

He reached around me and started fingering my pussy again. He snagged my clit and rolled it, forcing me to cum. I squeezed him in my ass and he shuddered, fucking me harder. I was moaning and crying out, begging him to do me harder and faster to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh God!

His fingers pushed into my pussy, made small by his cock in my ass, and his other hand tweaked my clit. I came again, and again, and again, until finally he lost his rhythm and pounded me as hard as he could, driving his dick deep and fast into my ass, cumming deep in me.

I could feel it shoot hot inside me and I came again, harder than ever before.

He slumped over me, falling off and out with a wet pop. I could feel his cum leaking out of my ass, my cum dripping down my thighs.

My pussy twitched, hot and sated. I would be walking funny for a day or so, unused to such exercise, but it was definitely worth it. Even if I didn’t go out with this guy again, and I probably wouldn’t because he was boring to talk to, the sex definitely made the date worthwhile.

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My new lover was washing her sweet face in front of the mirror. She was wearing a short red lace gown that stopped about 6 inches above her knees. My first view of her sexy pussy was from behind, as she bent over the sink. I came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck and trailed my tongue down her back, as I lifted her gown. My tongue stopped on her pussy and I finally tasted her sweet wetness. My fingers slid forward onto her engorged clit. I tongue fucked her while I masturbated her with my fingers. She pushed back against my face, encouraging me to continue, which I did. After a few minutes, she came all over my face while screaming out her husband’s name! Embarrassed, and still horny, she made it up to me by letting me fuck her in her ass. Believe me, she knows who is fucking her now!

———-

My lover and I used a bedroom in the lower level of her home to fuck for hours at a time. When we began our relationship and using her house, she made me promise to Rize Escort stay out of the bedroom that she shared with her husband. I agreed, not thinking that this would be a big deal. But, she loved to taunt me while fucking. “I bet you would love to fuck me in my husband’s bed.”

“Bet if we were in my bed you would cum so hard I would taste it.”

“Tell me what you would do to me in my bed upstairs.” Taking all this as meaning that she wanted me in her bed, but she would never invite me. It had to be of my own initiative. One day we had been making love all morning and we both got hungry. We decided to go out for lunch and I dressed downstairs while she went upstairs to get her clothes. After dressing, I went upstairs, and I heard a familiar buzzing sound coming from the area near her bedroom. I looked around the corner, and there she was, on her back, legs up, and vibrator pounding away in and around her pussy, which was soaked with her and my combined cum. Rize Escort Bayan I immediately became hard again, walked into the room, and startled her by flipping her onto her stomach, vibrator still inside her, and in one motion sliding into her pussy juice lubricated asshole. Feeling the buzzing on my cock while I was fucking her tight rear hole, we both were cumming in record time, with moans, screams, and lots of heavy breathing. We decided to forget about lunch, as we feasted on each other’s wetness for the rest of the day. We never did use that bed downstairs again.

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The last time I had seen Laurie she was the cute teen down the street who hung out with my wife’s sister. Now my wife’s sister was getting married and Laurie had come all the way from England for the wedding. She was a successful publisher, but carried herself with a sweet attitude, a smile, and gorgeous long blonde hair. Her body was well toned and when we greeted Escort Rize each other with a hug, I could tell that she worked out. The hug lingered a bit and we exchanged a smile.

The night of the wedding, Laurie was dressed in a black strapless short dress, black on black stockings, and looking at her made me want to fuck her brains out. She made me so horny, that during the wedding reception, I went upstairs to my hotel room ready to masturbate with Laurie in mind. To my surprise, as I walked past her room her door opened and she was about to go back downstairs. We chatted in the hall for a moment and then she hugged me and neither of us let go–we walked into her room, and without a word undressed each other made love for the next 45 minutes.

I began by eating Laurie’s sweet, shaved pussy and fingering her clit and g-spot, bringing her to a number of tremendous orgasms. She then got on top of me and we thrust and ground against each other, our lips and tongues constantly intertwined. We came together and I could tell that my balls were totally drained into Laurie’s wet hot pussy.

We dressed and held a few lingering kisses before going back to the reception. I recently was in England on business and I didn’t need a hotel room.

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Melissa…

Boarding the train in Sheffield, I stow my case in the luggage compartment and make my way to my seat. I’m heading to Manchester for an author signing event. I have been to several in the past, but this one is different. I’m a romance writer and this event is an erotic and romance event. The book I’m currently working on is more erotic and I’m hoping this will help me make the transition. Taking my seat on a nearly full train I lean back and take a deep breath relieved I didn’t miss it.

Feeling calmer, I look around the carriage. I do like to people watch and most people are working on a laptop or reading a newspaper. My eyes settle on the man in front of me. Something about him catches my eye, however I can’t quite put my finger on it. Although he’s sitting he looks tall and I automatically tuck my legs in so as not to kick him. He has a lean frame, shaved head and green eyes. I find myself smiling as I watch his eyes.

I have a thing for expressive eyes; some are closed off, not his though, they change as he reads. The tall stranger glances up meeting my eyes and they light up in humour. Embarrassed to be caught watching him I blush and turn to my bag rummaging thought as though I’m looking for something freezing as I hear him chuckle. Pulling out my Kindle and my sunglasses to prevent being caught staring again, I slip my sunglasses on and unwind my ear buds popping one in each ear. Feeling my heart rate slow now I’m hidden, I turn on my audio book and begin to listen to Back Stage Pass.

The train heads on and I raise my eyes slightly and look round glancing at the stranger who once again is immersed in his paper. Lost in the story of Brian and what his fingers are doing to Myra, my eyes travel along the stranger’s arm to his hands and I bite back a groan as they reach his long slender fingers. Now in my head it isn’t Brian and Myra, but the stranger and me, his fingers travelling up and down my spine making me hotter. I fidget in my seat wishing I hadn’t worn my skinny jeans because the seam seems to want to press against my clit and the vibration of the train is really not helping with the state of my arousal. I jump and almost shriek as a hand taps my shoulder dragging me from my illicit thoughts.

“Sorry to startle you, can I get you a drink or anything to eat?”

Pulling one of my ear buds out letting it fall on the table I nod to the trolley attendant.

“Red wine please.”

Retrieving my purse from my bag I smile and pay as I take the wine and glass.

“Thank you.”

Placing my purse back inside my bag I take hold of the much needed wine and twist the cap, but it doesn’t budge. Tightening my grip on the bottle I twist again without any luck. I sigh in frustration.

“May I?”

I look up and my eyes once again meet the stranger’s and the owner of a deep sexy Scottish voice. He has placed his newspaper on the table and is holding his hands out for the bottle. I hand over the bottle and with a quick twist the wine it’s open. Still watching me, he takes my glass and pours the wine. I feel my nipples harden under the intensity of his gaze, the words ‘May I’ play over again in my mind and it has nothing to do with a bottle of wine. I really do need to get laid if I’m this turned on by a stranger on a train. He leans forward handing me with wine; our fingers brush and heat shoots up my arm. We both look up and I wonder if he felt it too or if it was just me.

“It was my pleasure.”

His eyes move from mine to my ear buds and he leans closer with an inquisitive look. I realise that I hadn’t turned off my Kindle and the sounds of Brian and Myra in the throws of ecstasy are coming loudly from my ear bud. Quickly setting my glass down I try to unlock my Kindle with the passkey failing three times in my hurry to shut off the groaning. The stranger raises his eyebrow as he leans back in his seat picking up his paper and once again I’m left mortified.

Turning off my Kindle unable to listen to it now he knows what I’m listening to, I pull out my note pad and attempt to write. My creative juices really must be flowing because I’m soon lost in my writing until we pull into Manchester. Gathering my things together I stand, placing my bag on my shoulder as I make my way to the exit of the train. Pulling my case off the shelf I’m knocked by people pushing past and I find my back hitting a firm tall body, a hand grips my hip to steady me.

“Are you ok?”

The Scottish voice whispers in to my ear, his breath caressing my neck and once again I feel like his touch burns me as his thumb presses to my skin through the silk of my shirt. Unable to pull myself from his chest, I nod clearing my throat.

“I’m fine, thank you again.”

“This time the pleasure really was mine.”

I move away from his chest, my legs feeling shakier than before. His hand lingers a few extra moments before releasing me and I force myself to step off the train onto the crowded platform. Turning to look for him, Beylikdüzü Escort he’s gone in the sea off people and I shrug it off to have been a one-off encounter as I make my way to get a taxi to my hotel. After checking into my room, I type up my notes checking my watch as my stomach rumbles. I realise I missed lunch and it is almost dinner time. I quickly freshen up. Stepping into the hall I pull my door closed and turn to walk to the elevator as the door next to mine opens. I stop in my tracks as the tall Scottish stranger steps out.

***

Will…

My day hadn’t started well. The weekend engineering works on the West Coast Main Line had been brought forward and my train down to Manchester had been diverted to the East. Added to that, the overcrowding on the first part of my journey had been hell. An hour waiting to change trains in the freezing cold on a windswept platform at Doncaster hadn’t helped lift my mood either. I leaned across to inspect the reservation ticket on the seat opposite. Sheffield to Manchester. ‘Good’, I thought to myself, ‘I’ll get some peace and quiet for a short time before that person turns up. With any luck, they won’t or will go and sit elsewhere’. The other seats at the table had reservations but it was clear that no one was claiming them. I really wasn’t in the mood for any company. I rested back, closing my eyes. Peace after the chaos of the last train. I let my mind wander.

I wasn’t now sure if this trip was best idea that I had ever had. I mean, a writers’ signing event! Romantic Erotic? Who was I kidding? A rather silly hobby writing filth had become a bit of an obsession ever since that dumb-arsed columnist in that rag of a newspaper had randomly chosen the only book I have ever published to illustrate all that is wrong with erotic writing. Who the fuck did he think he is?

I had the newspaper in front of me. I turned the pages to his Friday column. ‘Ah, it’s Science Fiction this week. Pity the poor bastard he picks on today’. He ran a weekday column and every Friday, just to show how devoid he actually is of any intellectual thought, he chooses a genre of literature and sets out to annihilate current e-publishing and casual writing trends. He had chosen the field of erotic writing a few weeks back, lazily searching out any book on Amazon, which just happened to be mine, and set out to trash it. Fucker! ‘One dimensional characterisation’ is what he said. What the fuck does he expect? It’s filth! Pure and simple smut and filth! And it was very good smut and filth going by the few reviews that I had actually had received. ‘One dimensional’ – How could it be? I had basically written it about myself, so what is fucking ‘one dimensional’ about that. Even thinking about it now was making me angry again.

I threw the paper on the seat opposite aware that I was mumbling swearwords to myself. The thing is, he had affected me. I looked at how I had written the book, that was basically a selection of the shorts I had previously written for Literotica, which I joined together with a common theme to tell the story I had always had in my mind. Maybe that had been the wrong approach. But then what the hell did it matter? I was doing it purely for fun, to be able to say that I had done something different. Certainly not to make my fortune. Eighty copies sold at the last count! So, I signed up to attend the event I was now travelling to on the basis that I felt that I could write the filthy parts – to an excellent standard I like to tell myself – but that the storyline, and dare I say it the characterisation, may indeed be a little ‘one dimensional’.

Perhaps I did need to inject a bit more romance. After all, there is only so much shagging a couple can get up to. My mind wandered again – ‘Or is there?’

We stopped at Sheffield. The train became busier. I looked around to see who might be joining me opposite and hoping that no one would fill the other seats. I saw a young woman, shoving her case in the luggage rack, looking somewhat harassed. Shit, she was approaching here, looking at the seat numbers. Damn, there goes my personal space. She inspected her ticket then squeezed herself in, tossing my paper back onto the table, messing with her jacket and bag, shuffling through it. ‘Oh for fucks sake’ I thought, ‘can you not just sit still?’ I took a deep breath, reached for the paper and began to thumb unconsciously through it. I became aware that she had settled. Good, I really didn’t want to engage.

I scanned the headlines, my newspaper really only being used as a prop – a signal saying ‘don’t bother, I’m not interested’. I glanced up. She was looking at me. My heart skipped a beat.

Our eyes met for the briefest of instants but I was drawn to their sparkle. My mind instructed an involuntary response by telling my mouth to smile. Only momentarily, before logic took over and I corrected myself. I shook my head, ‘get a grip man!’ She shuffled backwards in her seat, straightening Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan herself up, her knees brushing against my own as she did so. Damn, the inadvertent contact made my heart skip again. I glanced up again. ‘No, no, no’ I shouldn’t do this. I lowered my head to disguise the fact that I was now studying her. Tiny glances up, taking in little details each time.

Since I started writing, I can’t stop myself looking at a stranger, perhaps building up a character, but really just studying the details. I checked her hair – long, well past her shoulders, brown with a colour through. The brown maybe natural, maybe not, it was difficult to tell. Mid thirties maybe? Perhaps a bit younger, certainly much younger than me. Well defined eyebrows. Fine lines at her eyes. Narrow lips. Green eyes. A light make-up. Well it was only a Friday morning after all, nothing to get made up for really. Pale skin. Yep, brown was her natural colour but she had touched up a bit. That’s the details. However, each of those pulled together into a picture of pure warmth. She looked happy, contented, the harassment of getting onto the train now having left her.

I twisted my shoulders around as an excuse to look up at her properly, my eyes being drawn to her body. Fantastic boobs, just a bit of cleavage showing at the top of her unbuttoned silk shirt. Enough to cause a response within me. I thought back to when she’d approached the seat. She would be, what, around five foot five inches tall, maybe slightly taller. She carried herself well. I wouldn’t say confidently, but certainly self assured. Definitely sexy. Well presented, not tarty. Sexy skinny jeans showing off her rather lovely figure.

***

Which brings me up to where I am now, sitting on a busy train, somehow fantasising about a young women sitting opposite.

She glances up, catching me looking. Or was she looking at me and I catch her. I’m not sure. However, the moment causes me another smile. She appears embarrassed and turns away quickly rummaging through her bag. I laugh inwardly. This is fun, I think to myself. Perhaps a little bit of flirting on a Friday morning is fine. She pulls out a pair of sunglasses and pushes them on. I’m laughing inside now. It’s a pretty miserable day outside. She was looking at me, and now she wants to hide! The thought excites me. Perhaps she had that same little spark that I had when our knees brushed.

She presses earphones into a Kindle and fixes them into her ears. Hmmm, I think, maybe a signal to me that our interaction is over. I return absentmindedly to my paper. I can’t help asking myself ‘who buys a Kindle to read things on, but then uses it to listen?’ Every now and then I glance up but only for the briefest of moments. She is concentrating on what she is listening to. I see her looking across to the other passengers. ‘Ha, a people watcher! A bit like me then!’ I see her glancing down at my hands, her eyes linger. She thinks that the sunglasses are disguising her actions – they aren’t! I drop my head slightly to hide the fact that I am watching her too. She bites her lip raising her hand up to her ear, her fingers touching a spot just below.

There is something very sensual in her behaviour that I am finding it rather exciting. She begins to fidget in her seat, looking away and out onto the landscape outside. Either she is avoiding me now, bored looking at me or lost in her book or music. My heart sinks a little. ‘Stupid man!’ I think to myself ‘Do I really think that she is interested in me?’ The drinks trolley approaches, I shake my head as he looks over in my direction. Seeing my fellow passenger gazing outwards, he reaches over and taps her shoulder.

“Sorry to startle you, can I get you a drink or anything to eat?”

“Red wine please.”

She nods in response. My eyebrows raise. Perhaps I should have one too. I glance at my watch. ‘No, that’s a bit too obvious’ I think as I decide that I don’t want to come across as too forward or make her feel awkward.

“Thank you.” she says as she picks coins out of her purse and pays.

I watch her every move, fussing putting her purse away and reaching for the bottle. ‘Damn, I should have got one after all’ I think. She twists the cap but I see that she’s struggling. She tries again, a look of frustration appearing across her face. ‘Ha!’ I say inwardly, ‘a perfect opportunity for engagement’ thinking back to my desire for a little flirtation.

“May I?”

I reach forward to take the bottle from her. It opens easily. Well in fact it doesn’t really, it is stuck fairly hard. I just make it look as if it is easy. I reach for her glass, pouring the contents of the bottle. I look directly into her eyes as I’m doing so. ‘God, I’m no bloody good at this!’ I think but I let our gaze linger. I pass her glass across, our fingers touching gently as she takes it from me. Another rush of excitement passes through me. I gulp.

“It was my pleasure.”

I Escort Beylikdüzü blush at the stupidity of what I have just said, what an idiotic line! I am about to lean back into my seat when I hear the noises from her headphone which she had removed when she ordered her wine. Noises of quite passionate sex and a story being narrated. I immediately think of my own writing. Obviously she had reached a part in her story that I was most expert in. I laugh inwardly, keeping my cool.

So all the time she had been sitting there, she had been listening to the type of filth I had been enjoying writing for the past year! ‘If only she knew.’ I grin. I push back into my seat watching her squirm as she fiddles to mute the sound, failing miserably. I make a play of being cool, picking up my newspaper but indicating with a raised eyebrow that I now know what she was up to.

She switches off her Kindle returning it to her bag, retrieving a notebook and pen, busying herself writing. ‘Okay, interaction over’. Perhaps she isn’t interested in me at all and that her squirming in her seat was a reaction to what she had been listening to rather than any of my crude attempts at attracting her attention.

I put her to the back of my mind and spend the remainder of the journey hiding behind my newspaper but thinking about my next story. Strangers on a train? Never works! Too little opportunities for sex. A young lady falling for an older man? Too common. ‘Hmmm,’ I think, ‘it’s harder to stop thinking about her than I thought it would be’ as every idea that I have somehow involves the situation that I was currently in and certainly features the beautiful girl sitting opposite.

We are nearing Manchester and she begins to gather her things together, readying herself to go. I inwardly sigh, a missed opportunity perhaps. I need to be more upfront. I could easily have opened up a conversation. She looked like she may have been interested, stealing those little glances. But then, maybe not. She seemed engrossed in her little notebook. Perhaps her looking around was due to any embarrassment she may have felt listening to whatever erotic story was playing on her Kindle and not, as I liked to imagine, an interest in the man sitting opposite.

She pulls her bag onto her shoulder and stands as the train slows. She gives me the briefest of nods, a slight smile, and moves away. I grab my own bag from above and walk along the carriage. I see her struggling to pull her case out of the luggage rack, other people around her fussing over theirs. Why people gave to rush I never understand. Her case suddenly gives and she falls backwards. I’m close enough that my arm instinctively goes out go catch her, steadying her with my hand on her hip. I freeze, a bit of a panic. Could that be misread? It was an instinctive movement but could easily be misconstrued. I an aware that my hand remains placed on her hip perhaps a little too long for her comfort. I swallow hard.

“Are you okay?” I ask, for want of something better to say but knowing that if I expressed concern she may not see me as a threat.

“I’m fine. Thank you again.” I realise that we are standing close together.

She turns towards me, our closeness takes me by surprise as our words pass between us. My heart misses a beat again. I become aware that my arm is holding her in tightly. I swallow hard again.

“This time the pleasure really was mine!” I say, immediately kicking myself for sounding so corny. Damn, will I never learn to think first before I speak?

She pulls away from me, breaking my hold, turning around swinging her case before moving towards the door. I follow behind her but lose her as she steps down onto the platform into the crowds. I sigh. I thought that she may have had an interest in me, but perhaps she was simply being polite. I make my way slowly through the barriers, scanning for her, but resign myself to accepting that she is gone. I walk up the hill towards my hotel, only a few minutes away, but realise that I am still inadvertently looking around for her. I shake my head at myself thinking that I really do have to have sex more regularly if such a minor and briefest engagement with a young lady has this affect on me.

I check into my room, unpack my bag, put my iPad onto charge. I really do hate hotel rooms, my heart sinks when I enter them. It’s okay if you have company or on holiday, that’s different. But being alone in a hotel can make me feel really, really alone. It does not surprise me at all at how high the suicide rate in hotels actually is. They certainly suck the life out of me. I check my watch, it’s still a little early for dinner even although I had skipped lunch. I lay down on the bed closing my eyes for a minute.

My mind wanders back to the train. She really was pretty. Three times she had made my heart skip. I should really seize these opportunities. After all, I had nothing to lose. I just keep missing the moment. I make a promise to myself – next time, fuck it, just go for it! I snap myself out of my thoughts. Shower then food. An early dinner. A walk around the city centre as it becomes dark. Maybe a pint in an old pub then early to bed. Up early in the morning, good breakfast and head down to Manchester Exhibition Hall for registration. That’s a sound plan.

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The next day dawned bright and clear as Andre woke up. Rubbing his eyes, Andre slowly gained consciousness of his surroundings. Both Silvie and Lin had already gotten up. They had thoughtfully closed the blinds in the bedroom letting him rest. As Andre got up and stepped out into the hall, he could see the city of Bangkok sparkling in the sun. The bright sunshine was a welcome change from the drab weather of London. The girls it appeared were busy preparing breakfast and setting the house in order. As Andre stepped out on to the open terrace in the sunshine, he could spy Silvie’s perky white bottom shining in the sun. As per his instructions, she was wearing no panties and only her teeny tiny French maid skirt. As Silvie bent down to arrange some cushions by the pool, her pussy started glinting in the sunshine.

Filled with lust, Andre approached her from behind. Busy with the vacuum, Silvie did not hear him approach. Feeling a strong urge to caress her ass, Andre grabbed her butt from behind as Silvie let out a small whimper of surprise.

“Continue with your work,” Andre ordered Silvie as he now gave her ass cheeks a tight smack making her moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. Satisfied Andre now bent down on feast on her exposed pussy. Burying his face in Silvie’s ass, Andre licked and sucked her pussy.

Silvie was now moaning loudly as Andre probed her pussy deeper with his tongue. Out of the corner of his eye, Andre could spy Lin approaching. She was carrying him a large breakfast tray which she now proceeded to set on one of the pool tables.

In want for some real food, Andre released Silvie from his grasp. Lin now approached him as he sat down on one of the poolside sofas to have his breakfast. Andre’s cock was already fully erect and he motioned to Lin to start sucking as he feasted on toast and eggs.

Lin was definitely talented Andre thought as he sampled her cooking while she sucked ferociously on his cock. While he had selected Lin for the opportunity of fucking her big boobs and curvy figure, the cooking skills were definitely a bonus.

Andre’s cock though at full mast was not as excitable as the previous night having already shot off two loads. As he was getting late for his first day in office, Andre told Lin to stop sucking so that he could shower and get ready.

After his shower as he stepped out, the girls were waiting for him with his clothes neatly laid out for him.

“Would you like me to assist you master?” Silvie asked as Andre stood buck naked and dripping wet on the bathroom floor.

“Sure,” Andre nodded wondering what assistance was being envisaged.

Both the girls now stepped forward with a set of towels to dry him paying special attention to his groin. Post that Lin brought a fresh pair of briefs to ensconce his cock and a neatly ironed pair of shirt and trousers. The girls dressed him as Andre stood there feeling like some baby.

Right from spraying him with cologne to combing his hair the girls it appeared were enjoying dressing him up like some doll. They sure were meticulous Andre thought as Silvie knotted his tie perfectly while Lin zipped up his pants.

As Andre glanced at himself in the mirror, he realized that he looked really smart. The girls had definitely upgraded him from the slap dash manner in which Andre would dress earlier in London.

As he stepped out to take the lift, Lin asked “Any special requests for dinner, master?”

“Surprise me,” Andre replied with a cheeky grin stepping into the lift.

Downstairs a private chauffeur driven Merc was already waiting for him, the senior exec from London. Definitely an upgrade from being smashed in the tube, Andre reminisced as the chauffeur held the door open for him with a smile.

The office was a short distance in a skyscraper in the central business district. As Andre entered, he was greeted by Ratchan, one of the local marketing execs part of his new team. Ratchan was a wiry fellow with a face that looked like he was permanently grinning like a monkey. Andre had already interacted with Ratchan over video from London before and Ratchan had been guiding him about the shift to his new role in Bodrum Escort Bangkok.

“Welcome to Bangkok Sir. Hope you had a comfortable trip!” Ratchan asked with a faux obsequious smile.

“Ratchan, I’ve told you many times to just call me Andre. It was a long journey for sure, but I am already in love with place,” he replied with a grin.

“Allow me to lead you to your new office,” Ratchan gestured as he led him into the office.

Andre was to be his own boss in Bangkok with direct reporting to the London marketing head. There was however an Australian guy, Mike who was the local sales head at a level equal to his own. As one of the two leads in the office, Andre was entitled to one of the two large cabins at either end of the office with the rest of team of roughly 50 people spread in between.

“We have planned introductions later in the day,” Ratchan mentioned as the people in the office got up to greet him.

“Sure,” Andre replied noticing that most of the crowd was made up of young guys but then this was an Alchobev company and he knew that alchohol sales were largely taboo for any aspiring female employee in this geography.

As Andre stepped into his office, he let out a neat whistle. The space was simply massive with views across Downtown Bangkok. The cabin was also designed in a private manner with walls and a large sound proof door unlike the open plan layouts of London. It might get boring all alone in this massive place, Andre wondered as he took his seat.

Andre had barely settled in before the door flew open and a large heavy set roughish looking blonde guy in his 30’s stepped in.

“Hi Dude! Mike this side,” he grinned extending him hand in greeting.

“So nice to see you in person,” Andre replied, returning the handshake.

“Hope you are liking the place?” Mike asked as they settled down on a corner sofa in the office.

“It’s a definitely a big upgrade from London!” Andre replied smiling back.

“It sure will feel like that. Was a bit of culture shock for me when I first came over. Was the only white dude trying to grasp the local nuances. But not to worry, you’ll have me to guide you for sure”

“That’s definitely a mercy,” Andre replied.

“Could you ask Annie to send the new girl over?” Mike asked Ratchan who nodded and left.

“Annie’s my personal secretary,” Mike told Andre. “You’ll be getting one as well. Annie mentioned that a new girl has already been hired to help get you going immediately. This is definitely one of the bigger perks being a head here in the Bangkok office. Annie’s my one stop shop for everything,” Mike grinned and gave Andre a wink as he smiled back inquisitively.

“Hope you too are a bachelor dude!” Mike asked as Andre nodded back. “Bangkok is wasted on married people though marriage is hardly a hindrance for the local guys here,” Mike said laughingly.

“Having a PA is quite necessary here not just to navigate the local language and customs but also given our jobs in the alchobev business. You wouldn’t believe the amount of red tape and local govt officials that we need to meet and win over to keep the business running. I can’t remember the number of deals where Annie helped me swing things in our favour just by translating my words with a smile or keeping the horny fucker distracted with her sexy figure,” Mike added with a wink.

Mike had barely finished when a strikingly sexy voluptuous girl entered the room. Andre involuntarily let out a whistle as his eyes scanned her figure from top to bottom.

The girl had golden hair and a face that looked fresh out of college. From her facial features it was apparent that she was a local but quite unlike any Thai girl Andre had seen before. Her eyes had a seductive depth set against luscious lips that were just begging to be kissed. A perfectly sculpted jawline was definitely a rarity in this region. As Andre’s eyes moved downwards, he noted the massive cleavage staring in his face. The girl was wearing a tight blouse which framed her ample bosom to perfection. She was definitely a C cup, Andre noted even accounting for any Bra padding.

Moving his visual Bodrum Escort Bayan scan downwards, Andre next noted the shapely legs on display as the girl was wearing a fairly short and tight business skirt.

“It appears that our chosen candidate meets your approval, Andre!” Mike laughed as he looked at Andre’s star struck face.

“Hello Sir! I am Rita, your new personal assistant. I hope I can perform as per your expectations,” Rita addressed Andre as Andre’s mind raced in all manners of kinky directions.

Already Andre had mentally undressed the girl and was imagining what her clit would look like. Jolted into reality by Rita’s proffered handshake, Andre smiled back at her and they shook hands.

“It will all be my pleasure Rita,” Andre replied with a hungry grin.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave Rita to guide you through setting up your office. Let’s go out for drinks later in the day. Allow me to showcase to you Bangkok’s crazy nightlife,” Mike grinned as he got up to leave.

“It sure was a pleasure meeting you, Mike. Looking forward to tonight,” Andre replied shaking Mike’s proffered hand.

As Mike left the office, he closed the door, leaving Andre and Rita alone in the large plush cabin.

Rita promptly took the seat right next to Andre on the sofa leaving him pleasantly surprised by her warm presence right next to him. Already he could feel his cock throbbing beneath his briefs begging to be unleashed. A large bulge had formed beneath his trousers from his erect dick.

Rita, it appeared was also soaking in the view with her eyes intently set on his crotch as Andre in turn stared at her boobs.

“Well, how would you like to start your day Sir,” Rita asked apparently ignore the massive bulge staring her in the face.

“I am quite unaware Rita about how these things work,” replied Andre regaining his composure. “What all tasks are you expected to fulfil for me?”

“It is my duty Sir to assist you in every manner possible to help complete your work. I can schedule your day, organize your calendar, translate for you, take your calls, help you destress as per your desire. I am completely at your disposal,” Rita replied with a seductive smile.

“Sure, then where do we begin?

“Perhaps I can help you release some tension before we start planning the day?” Rita asked quizzically as she also started massaging his leg with her hand.

His dick now bonkers with her hand stroking so close, Andre wondered if she really meant what he thought she meant. This was Thailand after all, Andre thought as he nodded.

As if released on some cue, Rita immediately went down on her knees on the carpet her face level with his throbbing erection. Then without any further ado, she started pulling down Andre’s zipper as the reality sunk in that his fantasy of sex in the office was well and truly underway.

The girl was definitely a professional, Andre noted as she expertly navigated the hooks of his trousers and his belt buckle. In no time she had his white brief exposed with his massive cock framed out beneath. Looking at it she smiled and looked up at him seductively as if waiting for permission to proceed. Andre simply nodded hungrily as Rita now stroked his brief framing his dick. A massive wet patch had already been created by all the pre cum Andre was releasing.

Rita proceeded to add to that by licking the wet patch on his brief sending sensations to the tip of his dick below. She sure knew how to tease, Andre noted as he mentally realized that the agency that Mike had been mentioning was definitely an escort agency. He wondered what hotness was Mike himself fucking in the form of his own PA, Annie.

Rita having teased Andre sufficiently, now pulled back his brief only to have Andre’s erect dick give her a wet smack across the face spraying pre cum all over it. Rita let out a delighted grin as she now started stroking Andre’s eight inches of manhood with her hands.

The thrill and naughtiness of doing it in the office, with the rest of his staff just across the door, had given Andre a truly massive boner, even by his own standards. Andre’s cock was rock hard Escort Bodrum and throbbing like a vibrator. Rita too it appeared was somewhat stunned by his size and girth as she stared wide eyed at his cock.

Andre thrust his dick near Rita’s lips as though reminding her of the task assigned. Regaining her composure, Rita now opened her lips and let Andre’s dick enter the warm wetness of her mouth.

With her hands she gently pulled back his foreskin exposing his glans which she now started massaging with her swirling tongue. All this while with one hand she stroked his cock while with the other she massaged his balls. Andre admired her professional training at sucking cock as she activated new and unknown erogenous zones with her tongue and hands.

Andre let his head fall back and closed in eyes in a state of relaxation as Rita gave his cock an expert blowjob. Every time Andre would come close to shooting his load, she would pause leaving him quivering on edge for an extended orgasmic sensation. Finally, after the third time she set him on edge, Andre could resist no more and holding her head in his arms, started to fuck her face rapidly.

His cock already on edge exploded as he shot off a stream of cum inside the warmth of Rita’s mouth. Rita too slurped all his jizz hungrily not even letting a drop spill out. Finally done, Andre released Rita’s head and relaxed. Rita however proceeded to squeeze out of the last drops of cum by sucking on and stroking his penis. Post that she licked every last bit of his shaft clean and wrapped his now flaccid dick back in his underwear.

Zipping his pants back up, Rita now got up from the carpet and asked, “I hope that was satisfactory for you, Sir. I am also happy to take it in my pussy or ass anytime if you so desire. It is my job to keep you satisfied.”

“Yes, you sure are amazingly talented Rita. I can imagine we will have a great time together here. What work can we begin with today?,” Andre asked.

“Perhaps we can now begin with scheduling a connect with your team?”

“Yes, sure let’s do that, “Andre replied.

Rita now got up from the sofa and stepped out of the cabin.

In a bit she returned with a group of 10 guys who Andre recognized as the local marketing team from previous video connects that he had done with them from the London office.

All of the guys were roughly in their 20’s and Andre was definitely the oldest of the lot. Baby faced like most Asian guys, they were looking on cheekily at Rita’s figure as she moved around setting up some extra chairs. Andre was sure every one of these horny fuckers would happily bang Rita on the spot if given the go ahead.

Ratchan however was giving Andre a naughty grin and nodding at his crotch. Catching the hint in his eyes, Andre looked down and noticed that there was a slight wet patch near his zip, the aftermath of his recent session with Rita.

Hoping to save some modesty till he could establish authority over his team, Andre promptly took the seat behind the desk, hiding his stained pants from view.

The meeting proceeded with a quick round of introductions. The guys were talented and Andre was sure that with his experience they would make a great team. The rest of the day proceeded with the usual set of meetings and connects with the London office. Andre was quite familiar with the work having handled it remotely for the last one month. As the workday ended, Mike popped over in his office.

“Time for drinks dude! It’s just your first day, don’t want to set a bad vibe in the office,” Mike grinned as he sat himself down.

“Sure, let’s set out,” Andre replied.

“Is there anything else that I can assist you with,” Rita asked as Andre started packing up his laptop.

“No that would be all Rita. You did a perfect job today. See you tomorrow,” Andre replied as Mike lounged back in his chair and gave Rita a fresh scan.

“Perfect job, eh!” Mike grinned cheekily making a blowjob gesture as Rita stepped out of the room leaving Andre red faced.

“Dude, you did not take long to get started I must say. In the very first hour itself from what I heard. Good! Nice to have a fellow bachelor to join in on the fun,” said Mike giving Andre a friendly pat on the back.

“Annie hardly ever steps out of your own cabin, from what I heard,” Andre replied giving Mike a naughty wink.

“I’ve got the perfect club lined up, I think. Come, the drivers are waiting.”

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It’s been three weeks since I last saw her. I’d visited her flat, but tonight we’ve been out for supper. We’ve been communicating virtually every other day in between, talking about our lives and generally sharing. Everything seems quite deep on her part, she almost acts like we’re partners.

We pull into my drive, stop the car and turn off the engine. There is no one home and apart from the flood lights shining onto my garage door, the rest of the house is in complete darkness.

I look at bridesmaid and smile. “Come on.”

We get out of the car and walk arm in arm to the front door, lights illuminate the pathway every meter that we walk, a meter ahead of us at a time. “Wow, lovely house. I didn’t realise I was seeing a millionaire.”

I keep quiet and unlock the front door. The hallway lights come on automatically lighting our way. “Ladies first” I say ushering her through.

I follow her in and gaze at her pert arse as she enters my house. She places her night bag down, it’s a tan leather bag, similar to an old fashioned doctors bag but bigger.

I throw my keys into a bowl by the front door. Taking her soft hand, I pull her into me and we kiss and cuddle by the front door.

I briefly compare the two of us in the mirror, two completely different women embracing. Her glowing naturally tanned complexion compared to my whiteness. Our faces, hers a youthful, slim and narrow face, with its almost permanent beaming smile and mine a rounder older face, with a positive expression.

Her slight frame, her small beautiful cleavage and my heavier hour glass figure and huge chest.

She’s 22 and I’m 38, I know I’m pretty, but I think we look like mother and daughter, to which she says I’m daft. I know she really adores me, which I honestly appreciate. I’ve made my mind up though, that this will be the last time we see each other. I don’t know when to break it to her.

She used the ‘love’ word the last time I saw her. She’s just said that we’re seeing each other. I think that she’s taking our relationship too seriously. I enjoy her and the sex, if I’m honest it’s just sex that I want. I have lots of friends I talk to and see, I don’t need another.

I won’t break up tonight though. I need a good hard rogering and my evening has been leading to it.

“You’re the first girl I’ve ever brought home” I say. “This has only happened as my children are both away, so I thought we can both make the most of this” I continue.

“It’s a lovely house.” She responds arms round me looking about. “I’m not here to look around though, there’s only one room for me to see.” She grins. We kiss again, the usual butterflies and summersaults take place in my stomach.

“Night cap?” I offer.

She nods, “Thank you.”

I lead the way into the living room, “Lights, dim” I say loudly. The room brightens softly almost immediately, I make my way to the drinks cabinet and pour two single whiskeys.

I walk over to the settee where she has sat and hand her a glass. “Thank you” she says.

Sitting next to her I glance at her legs, the light shines off of the smoothness off her shin, her smart sling back high heeled shoes tone her calfs.

“You look amazing” she tells me, placing her drink on the coffee table. I sip mine and hold it in my lap. She leans over to me and kisses my shoulder and neck.

“I can’t wait to get that skirt off!” She’s stroking my thigh over the fabric. My skirts long, it drops to midcalf. I’m wearing grey heels that match my skirt and shirt.

“You’re arse is just delightful” she whispers. “Are you wearing stockings?” Her hand rubs the top of the suspender clip she’s felt.

“You’ll have to wait and see” I reply, catching my breath. I’m yearning for her, but I’m trying to play it cool.

“Jeez!” Is her reply, her kisses around my neck are getting harder and I turn my head to take in her soft tongue. She hasn’t touched her whiskey.

Her hands track across my paunch and to the belt, a small slim belt and she undoes the buckle.

I’m hot with tension, I want her now. She unbuttons my blouse, it’s tight around my waist and is tailored to accommodate my ample bosom. The fabric is thick, and I have a further surprise for her when she manages to get it open.

With my shirt now undone, her soft kisses paint my upper chest. I sit there taking pleasure in the moment and take another sip of my drink.

“Come on, upstairs!” I lean down and place my glass on the floor by the seat. I get up and seductively walk to the staircase and up the stairs.

I make my way to the bedroom, I hear her shoes on the floor, she’s taking longer than I thought she should. I hear her downstairs and wonder if she got lost. Then I remember the bag she had.

She eventually makes her way upstairs. “Your house is massive, where are you?” She shouts.

“Here!” I reply.

“Very funny.” She responds. “Where’s here?”

“Right at the top of the stairs, left landing, first door on left.” I direct her.

She eventually makes it to my room, Çeşme Escort I’m sitting on the bed waiting for her.

She smiles at me from the doorway, takes her shoes off and plants her bag on the floor. She starts racing over to me. “Your bedroom, in fact all of the rooms in your house are bigger than my flat.” She’s amazed.

I ignore her comment at first, but understand her sentiment. “I’ve worked hard all my life, I was the first person in my family to go to University, and I’ve raised two children, all on my own. You can do the same.” I eventually say, hoping to motivate her. I don’t think for one minute she won’t be successful. She has the attributes of an intelligent and independent woman.

I was a little slut in my late teens and early twenties, it led to two children to whom I dedicate myself. I never settled down, and never had a long relationship with a man, all of my relationships have been with men until this year, but none of them last, and most of them non sexual as I got older. I realise now that this is because I am 100% lesbian. Something that I never worked until recently.

“Anyway, you sexy girl, come over here and fuck me. I’ve got something for you!”

She doesn’t waste a second and joins me on the bed. She opens the rest of the buttons of my shirt and her eyes almost pop.

“Oh my gosh.” She mutters, pulling my shirt off me, raking my arms out of the sleeves.

She exposes my black long line bra, my boobs look massive in the lacey cups, and the zip between is begging to be zipped down.

She eagerly moves towards it. “Uh, uh, uhh!” I wag a finger at her. Her eybrows arch with a disppointed frown.

“To get to them, I want you naked and my skirt on the floor.”

She springs up, and reaches under her left arm and pulls the tiny zip down. She slowly lowers the straps from her shoulders, pausing for them to drop naturally to her elbows, she wriggles the top down, and the dress falls to her navel. She is braless, and the pert proud breasts are there, soft and inviting. I feel my clit stiffen and my pussy leak.

She snakes one arm at a time from the loose straps.

God she knows how to strip seductively.

The dress balances on her hips, she turns her back to me, and with one shake of her stunning arse, the dress drops.

I have to lift my jaw from the floor, she looks at me over her shoulder, places a finger seductively between her teeth and winks.

If I could cum, from a simple show, it would be now.

She turns to face me, her bald fanny hiding between her crossed legs. I beckon her over with my finger and she approaches. I spend no time at all taking my own skirt off, she’s won.

She checks me out, my lacy knickers pulled up over my long suspenders, exposing plenty of my creamy thigh, my fishnet stockings, and my heels.

She lays on the bed with me and we kiss and fondle. Our hands gently exploring our bodies, feeling our curves and legs. We stroke our faces and play with each others hair tucking strands behind each others ears, I’m looking into her beautiful eyes, our noses an inch apart.

We kiss, passionately. She breaks and works her way down my body. Soft kisses, on my neck, my chest, and now, she takes the small zipper between her teeth and undoes my bra.

My breasts are released, she takes them in her hands and massages them. She kisses them, squeezes them together and puts her face between them. I feel her breath on me, the dampness of her kisses are cooled as her breath hits them.

She kisses and sucks at my nipples, licking and exciting them, she treats them delicately and carefully.

She kisses my stomach, tracing down to my belly button. Her tongue soft and gentle. She’s at my suspender belt, my knickers are sodden in anticipation. She gently slides them down, my waxed cunt exposed, she brings them down my legs, firmly holding my thighs and calfs straight.

She spreads my legs, and like a kitten laps at my womanly fluids. She uses her tongue expertly and opens my folds taking in my feminine aromas.

I push myself towards her, her tongue fucking is sure and steady. I’ve said before I will say it again, she is well practiced in the art of cunnilingus.

I feel her fingers inside me, my clit is being sucked on, the euphoric bliss is sensational. My slickness is helping her fingers work their magic. My clit is hard and throbbing, and my moans fill the air.

She is working wonders, I grip the bed, and feel the torrent of an orgasm rage over me. I moan and cum, I writhe as she continues to finger me, and she licks more of my liquids from me.

She gets up from and looks at me. “My turn?”

“Definitely!” I get up from the bed and I kneel at the foot, she places herself just in front of me. Her gorgeous honeypot is there to be devoured.

I gently open her thighs to have better access to the hot love box. I kiss the insides of her slim thighs and sink my tongue between her legs.

She moans approvingly, I savour every bit of the experience. Çeşme Escort Bayan Her pussy is beautiful, it’s a perfect slit, her little clit is hiding behind its petite hood. I lick, I kiss, and I adore it.

The glistening hole is tight and wonderful, I slowly poke and push my way up it. Her moans are more meaningful, she lifts a knee over my shoulder and her leg down my back, that’s still carrying the front opening bra, with my tits exposed. She pulls me closer with her smooth leg. I delve inside her with my tongue as far as I can reach. I’m feasting and enjoying. She is writhing and relishing my attempts to bring her off.

The sensation of her soft smooth legs against me feels elegant and satiny.

Her delightful tang is luscious against my tongue. Her hot hole is getting wetter, and she soon comes against my face.

She falls back on the bed recovering, I kiss her cute feet, her ankles and her smooth calfs. I delight in kissing her firm thighs and just fucked quim. I lick her tight stomach and her perfect breasts. Her small nipples standing to attention. I get to her mouth for a kiss of pure passion, we clench in a tight embrace, and lay for a while.

“Can I use my strapon on you?” She eventually asks, almost pleading. I reply, eyes glowing and a big smile “No need to ask!”

She’s off the bed practically running to her bag, opening it and grabbing the harnessed member. She is stumbling over herself to get it on. I watch on in amused anticipation.

She’s over to me, she throws something onto the bed. “Show me that stunning derriere of yours.”

I stand and bend over the bed, my suspenders stretching over my thick white posterior. She places her face into it and runs her tongue along the crack of my cheeks.

Probing for my arsehole. She’s pushing with her tongue. She flicks across my arse cleavage, the way she dances and flicks across my hole I flinch. She uses her fingers to play, rub and stroke my bumhole.

“I’m so going to fuck you.” Her hand is now over my pussy, spreading my wet freshly eaten beaver. She prepares my minge, fingering it again and readying me for the rogering I’d been so looking forward too. She takes hold of my waist and pulls me onto her phony todger.

I gasp with the thrill of pleasure as it slides unimpeded up my channel. The pleasure is exhilarating. She has plunged the schlong into me as fully as she can. It is so stunning I feel myself creating the juices that baste the fantastic beast. I think I can feel it sloshing, as it slides up my birth canal.

It’s not just the fact I’m being fucked by this sizeable member, but by the woman who is taking me. This beautiful, wonderful young lady. That alone sends tremors through me. I offer myself freely to her, bending over for her to have her way. She’s unchallenged, as I’m easily there for the taking.

Her soft hands are feeling me, caressing me. She is taking me so sensually.

My mighty melons are hanging below me, between my out-stretched arms holding me up. They swing like weighty pendulums in time with each of her drillings.

The smacks of her legs against the backs of mine are blissfully soft, getting slightly louder and harder at a gradual accelerating pace.

She has stamina, she has been digging me out for a while now. I’ve discovered that I am a vocal lover. I just haven’t been effectively fucked before.

My moans are getting louder, as I try to reverse onto her, and as she pushes in. The buzzing in my head signals the start of my climax, waves of my closing gratification are flowing from my stomach and through my body.

My legs start feeling weak, my arms fail me as I drop face first into the bed. I bite the bedding to muffle my howl. This beauty has rogered me with perfection. She slows her pace to a stop and takes solid plastic cock from sweating snatch.

I sense her drop to her knees and feel her dive into my nether regions, I spread my legs and use my hands to open my just fucked hole for her. She eats my gungy twat from behind.

Her lips and tongue savouring my expelled liquids. I feel the smearing across my fanny. She is practically drinking me.

Her hand is now furiously fucking my hole again, its a quick one, I’m bucking back against her. She must have three fingers in my sodden love box… And I cum.

I’m gripping my duvet, and trying to escape her. The thrill is exhausting.

I might just get some rest. I hope so. I kick my shoes off and pull myself onto the bed. She climbs up behind me.

“Bott bott sex now” She is insatiable. She picks up the tube of lube from the bed, squirts it onto her hands and smears my arsehole with it. She strokes the already slimy shaft.

I’m on my side, I use my hand to open my crack further for her. She lines up and pushes to enter. Once again, no contest, my bum bashed arse accepts her schlong a bit too easily.

In she goes, I groan for the entirety of the slow, but full penetration. Now for my buggering to begin. Given how accepting my dirt box Escort Çeşme is, she fucks me with more vigor.

She is like a Duracell bunny. She won’t stop ploughing me with her strapon. It’s a good job she wasn’t born a boy. She’d be a sex pest with that thing.

She fucks me hard and fast on the way up me, and withdraws with excruciating slowness that sends pleasurable shivers up my spine.

Hard in again, I’m so accepting, she is smashing my guts with her toy. Once again there is slurping from one of my holes.

I grin and grimmace. The pleasure and pain of this arse fuck is wild.

The smell of my foul aroma is filling the room. The sound of arse is loud and unpleasant. I cover my eyes with my hand. I feel utterly ashamed of myself and embarrassed.

I’m loving every minute if it.

I try and hide my face as the back shafting becomes more intense. I bite my hand trying not to scream. I reach back to hold her behind me. She takes my hand and our fingers entwine, and it is then, at this moment I give in to the passion.

I squeeze her hand for the duration of this cum. I love the experience, and I love that I’ve been fucked by a beautiful girl in my bed. We melt together, as a sweaty mess onto the bed and hold each other.

She takes the strapon off, and I hear it drop to the floor. She lies close to me with her legs open, resting. With her back to me I kiss her shoulder and nuzzle her neck. My finger tips glide down her body. She trembles at my touch.

She rolls over and kisses me. My hand finds its prize, her hot snatch. I feel her throbbing little clit. I slide my finger over it and through her slick lips. I find her hole and insert my finger. She moans softly into me.

The tightness around my finger, its smearing it. Gently I explore her and delve further, I arch my finger and I find her spot within. I

massage the soft bobbly area with my finger tip, slowly and gently. Her eyes fixed on mine, “Oh. Fuck!” She says. She smiles and kisses me.

I keep my finger there gently but firmly drawing circles on the bumpy patch. She presses herself onto my finger, her hips gyrate. “Fucking, yes” her kisses are long and soft, she cradles my head. I watch her face, its beautiful and lost in the moment of this fuck I’m giving her.

My finger continues inside of her, the wetness inside, her pussy is slick and swollen, her shaved mound and throbbing clit firmly pushed against my hand.

I feel her muscles within her tense for a moment her body shakes a little, “Fuck, don’t stop.” She almost shouts.

I continue, the contractions I feel inside her are short and strong. She moves her head into mine, she moans each time I feel the contractions bite, several times at least.

Within moments, they stop, she pants and closes her eyes. “That’s the best fuck I’ve ever had, no word of a lie.” She removes my hand and holds my sticky fingers, they feel a little shrivelled from her wetness.

We’re both dozing, I get up and go to the en-suite. I use the toilet, and clean myself up. My holes feel used. I brush my teeth, take off my makeup, and carefully remove my stockings and suspenders and head back to bed.

I look at the naked young woman who is on my bed. I’ve just given her the best fuck and I feel sorry. Tomorrow I will talk to her, and this will be all over. I get into bed and spoon her.

Its morning, 1030am, it was a restful sleep. She is wrapped around me. I roll her off me. She stirs, and I lie still, internally laughing at my trying to get up without waking her.

I eventually get out of bed, she’s on her back, her pussy is on display. It’s so pretty. I resist all temptation to lick her out and go to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I throw on a tight T-shirt and some shorts accentuating my already big arse. I place an oversized nightshirt on the bed and take myself downstairs to the kitchen, collecting our glasses from the living room on the way.

I flick the kettle on and look out of the kitchen window to the garden. I wonder, do I end it, or do I let her fuck me again.

My body is urging me to take the fuck. My brain and conscience is telling me to finish it and not give her false expectations.

“Hey, I found you.” I see her at the kitchen door. Her hair is down and messy, she is glowing and her smile is there. She’d make someone a thankful partner.

“Morning sleepy. Fancy a coffee, kettles on?” I greet her.

She walks over smiling at me. “Great night, thank you. Coffee please.” She kisses my cheek, rests her head against mine and runs her hand over me and squeezes my arse. She takes a seat at a kitchen stool.

“You’re welcome. I think it’s me to thank you. You are a fantastic lover.” I smile at her. Her look is a little embarrassed and she quickly looks away.

“I’m only fantastic because of you.” She now looks back at me adoringly. I feel the butterflies and my tummy summersaults. It’s not the same as usual when I’m with her. It’s not because my bowels and entrails were whisked up by her fucking either.

“Look,” she starts, “I’m just going to come out with it. I want us to be exclusive. We’re good together, you’re gorgeous, we get on really well. I’m hoping you feel the same, I think you do, otherwise I wouldn’t be laying this out to you.”

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The days (and nights) of neighborhood peccadillos would soon come to an end when my mother would be returning from this college campus visit for my brother. I did not know even if my brother would be coming back here to our hometown. The clock was ticking is all that needs to be said.

JB was strutting around like a cock rooster today. The man was presently completely optimized. I could listen to him and that was why we were friends. From that link, I learned a lot about his thinking.

He was a great cook and worked well in restaurants. No one mopped better than he did. The dishes in the sink were always done. After he would leave a restaurant kitchen, the loss was always apparent.

Yet, JB’s reliance on the tavern last call as an opportunity to drive home his personality sold him a little short in long-term relationships.

It was clear to me that JB would unwittingly press his luck and try to ignore that my mother would be back in her house, where her sister lived with her. There were to be no late night visits after that.

JB did respect my mother and I knew that made a difference despite the past several days that we had mostly spent together here in the family home, as well as next door with the older ladies over there.

It was not clear exactly when JB was going to lay off the gas pedal. He always seemed to know better by his actions and their rewards.

“I want to see your aunt one more time. Your mother won’t be home for who knows how much longer. I want to give your aunt three edibles and see how she does with that liquid snack. She will be okay with me,” the man stated as he strutted around like a full grown leprechaun.

I found it easier to steer him outside where he could smoke one of his pre-rolled bomber joints and blow his clouds of smoke in the cross stream of our two houses that were split by a common driveway.

Patty the daughter of the neighbors came walking down the driveway. She was a serious woman who did not smoke recreationally and she would seemingly fixate on some points of conversation that could be distracting by their plainness. I thought she was hot in an off-beat way, but I could see that her mother also played a role in that spinster daughter bravado.

I waved Patty into the garage and she closed the door behind her as she entered. JB tried to get Patty to steer some attention to him but she was not having any of that on this bright sunny morning. By that I have to assume that she was really coming over only to see me.

Due to the new tone in our immediate atmosphere, JB took an early exit, leaving Patty alone with me.

She was not a strong speaker, but she could wear her emotions on her face like the best of them.

Patty enjoyed the physical attention that she had experienced over the past days together and she now wanted to know if Burdur Escort I would be her friend in the future.

I smiled at Patty and assured her that I would like to remain close friends with her.

She said that she wanted to show me something. She pulled down her pants to show that she was not wearing any panties and she pulled up her shirt and her bra baring her breasts to me. She leaned her body over one chair and I came over to her and began to feel her breasts.

Her nipples hardened and that stirred a hard-on with me. I fingered her twat and could feel how wet she was already. Patty stood up after a while and sat me down where she promptly sat down on top of me.

I entered her state of wetness easily and soon she was bouncing up and down on my lap. The exquisite feeling that overcame my groin soon led to a load of jizz arising from my balls.

My fingers were all over her boobs and nipples and they were fully extended under my touch. When I blew my load into her, Patty moaned low and long as she reciprocated in her own climax, leaving a mixed load of our mutual cum as it dripped out of her onto my lap.

Patty cleaned herself up the best that she could and I used my underwear to wipe myself up before I donned my sweat pants to walk out of the garage with her. We walked the few steps to her fence gate and she said that her mother wanted to see me inside.

“The dog is tied up,” had become a welcome and now familiar refrain as a formal sign of welcome to me. The dog’s barking immediately went off in the basement as I entered the house.

Dee was standing there on the phone and she motioned for me to sit down on the couch in front of her.

I sat down and Dee came up behind me and pulled me back from my shoulders as she perched the phone on her neck. I assumed that she was talking to her husband who was still away on travel since I had not seen him in some time. She was assuring him that all was well and that she and Patty missed him.

Dee pressed forward and her large breasts enveloped the back of my head like giant headphones. I reached up with both of my hands and found her hard nipples at the location of my ears. She sighed slightly after I did that. Soon she was off the telephone and she was running her fingers through my hair.

“I would like to see you later if you are available,” Dee cooed above me as I continued to grope her formidable bosom. My nodding head was felt by her deft fingers. The dog finally quit barking downstairs.

Leaving the neighbor’s house sporting the advancement of yet another hard-on, I went over to my house and went into the bathroom to shower. My aunt Sweets came in as soon as I entered the shower.

Sweets my aunt was wearing a tight sleeping shirt that was quickly drenched with water as she soaped my naked body. My Burdur Escort Bayan hard-on went back into full effect as she sported a luscious set of erect nipples on her well-curved breasts. She was older but something about her was beyond my imagination after this past week.

The bathroom was small and the environment was getting wetter by the minute. Eventually I had to shut the shower water off which left Sweets looking at me. I reached forward and pulled her towards me in an iron-armed embrace.

She came to me and I brought our lips together which I soon parted with my tongue. Sweets came around to my overture quickly and we met there orally as she pulled into my body with her shorter arms.

A lot passed through my mind at once. I did not want to lose this feeling again. Not for a minute and not for a day.

The culmination of many wandering thoughts about this female same physical form that was in front of me brought my mind’s attention quickly to the present.

By pulling our bodies together, I bonded our love for each other in a lasting way that belied our age and social observances.

—

My mother ended up coming home as expected. My brother was with her. The gig was up when they got here and had to update all of the stops on their recent journey. My ears were soon wilting downwards after the meals were mentally recalled.

My aunt sat away from me and was back to her old mannerisms. Almost. I caught her looking at me when talk turned to bedrooms and who was sleeping where.

“I can sleep up at our aunt’s house” I told everyone. Sweets agreed and said that she could then switch over to my bedroom, giving my brother his old room back.

That arrangement went on until my grandfather took a turn for the worse later that summer, and he went into long-term care.

My aunt saw a moment and acted upon it. She moved back to her house with me and we stayed there together. You could say that we were a couple but what the world could not define, it also could not restrain.

My aunt kept her demeanor intact during the day and when we might at times be seen out together by friends of the family. At other times, she was nude as a jaybird as I chased her around the kitchen gleefully. It was best relationship that I ever experienced in my life.

JB was still in the picture. I converted the old garage in my aunt’s back yard into a replica of the one at my mother’s house. The cable tv was strung out there and we put in a long couch, so JB and I could spark up the ganja together, with a beer fridge in the corner against a glazed surface painted wall.

He had something for my aunt and she let him into her circle because of that. More than once he slept over and they spent the night together alone, possibly on some edible adventures.

At other times, Escort Burdur the three of us met in the middle under the darkness of night. My aunt was willfully spit-roasted by both of us taking turns going from her mouth to her pussy and elsewhere. The woman came like falling rain in the city of London.

Things changed when JB relented to demands for a relationship and he married his latest girlfriend at the bar (literally), although he tried to still see me and Sweets as a point of normalcy for his rapidly-changing life when his wife soon became pregnant.

My interest in the mature neighbor Patty also was a connection that I maintained as best as I could.

At first she was disappointed that I lived with my aunt but upon visiting me and getting fucked on the garage couch, she too had her share of sleepovers with me. There was even a time that I caught Patty going down on Sweets without me but that tale should remain one for another day.

I went to be with Patty’s mother Dee later that night that she beckoned me over so enticingly. I made her come that night and again at sunrise. She had a glow about her for sure in that golden hour of sunlight.

Something went amiss and after returning from his latest road trip her husband had a heart attack in bed while Dee was on top of him. This hit Dee very hard and she was never quite the same, eventually selling off the house and going into a retirement home for widows.

One day Dee called me to visit her and I took her out for a day of recreation. We ended up back at my aunt’s garage and I made her come twice between getting fingered and fucking.

She broke down in tears and told me how much she had missed that. She had awoken at the retirement home one morning to the janitor fondling her boobs while she slept but it had not aroused her in any way. I bought her a remote-controlled dildo and used it on her to show her how she could use it one herself. I left poor Dee with a smile on her face that day and saw less of her after that until she eventually passed over herself. Her daughter Patty remained a mainstay hookup for me for some time to come.

Sweets and I enjoyed many years together until she began to have health problems. One day she had a stroke and I was left to care for her as best as I could. I continued to bring her to orgasms when I bathed her and tucked her in at night but she could do little to reciprocate.

Somehow she made it known that she wished to be tied to the bed again like we had once done and JB brought an edible up for me to give her like the old days. That one drink turned into three as Sweets became a woman again for one last ride between her two night riders touch.

At the end of our run together, I was well on my way to a being a lifetime bachelor. No woman was ever good enough for me to stay with exclusively after being with Sweets. The early stodgy years of her being in charge only made the later sexual encounters all the more sweet when her true nature was revealed and turned my world on its head. Thank you dear Sweets, my loving aunt and companion.

(End of Chapter Six)

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