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On a warm summers evening we decide to take a walk to the beach. The sun is starting to drop to the horizon and a warm breeze is blowing in off the sea. The sand is warm and damp under our bare feet as we walk arm in arm along the beach watching the sun dip to the horizon and the sky catch fire in a blaze of red orange and gold.

We pass a few other people walking there dogs or jogging the further we walk from town the quieter the beach becomes finding a quiet secluded spot I take out the beach towel and lay it down on the white sand beach.

Taking your hands in mine I lean down and gently kiss your lips softly and tenderly breaking the kiss I whisper in your ear “I love you”. The play of light from the setting sun on your hair is breathtaking you look so beautiful.

Sitting on the towel you between my legs both of us staring out to sea watching the sun break the horizon and start to dip into the sea. My arms wrapped around you holding you close to me. My head resting on your shoulder, our cheeks touching. To be this close to you is ecstasy enough on its own.

Turning your head gently to face me I stare deep into your eyes. Your eyes glow with all the colours of the sunset and with the passion that dwells in the deep below. Closing my eyes I dip my head to kiss your tender lips. A Tender kiss then building with intensity as our passion increases. Our tongues intertwined and exploring each others mouths.

When the kiss breaks I softly caress your face and look deep in to your eyes again. Then lying back onto the towel my arms and legs wrapped around you, I start to kiss your neck and let my hand play over your body touching every inch of you through the soft thin fabric of your shirt.

Letting my hand slide down to you stomach I slide your shirt up a little and run my finger in small circles around your navel. I run a line of kisses over your should to your neck and lightly hold the skin between my teeth and flick at it ever so lightly with my tongue. All the while letting my finger tips run over your soft skin.

Slowly I let my hand drift up under your shirt and gently run a finger along the underside of your breast with a featherlike touch.

Tracing my finger along your bra one side then the other. Tracing little circles then letting my finger write your name on the soft flesh. Then letting my finger run tender circles around your nipple ever so lightly brushing my thumb over the hardening nub.

Back at your neck I let my tongue work its way up your neck and run it around your ear lobe before taking it into my mouth and lightly sucking and nibbling on it.

In the mean time my hander strokes over to your other breast and stokes lightly over the fabric again. Feeling the nipple grow hard I turn my attention to that running my finger over it rubbing it gently then a little firmer. Now wishing I could kiss your breasts and lick and flick your nipples.

I let my hand slide down over your stomach again and come to a rest at your belt line lightly following the line of your jeans with a finger before letting my hand slide down the line of your zipper and on down your inner thigh till I can reach no further then running back up the other leg letting my hand press on your mound as I slowly run my hand back unto your waist.

Unbuttoning you jeans and letting the zipper down I let my hand work down your abdomen lightly running my finger over your soft soft skin.

Then tracing my finger along the top your panties then down the line of your thigh and across the soft fabric then back up the other side teasing you.

Then running my hand to the middle of your panties I use two fingers to walk down the front of your panties feeling the soft flesh of your sex under my fingers. Once they reach the bottom I run one finger back up, agonisingly slowly and lightly over the yielding flesh.

As my finger reaches the top of your sweetness I let it come to a rest over the centre of your pleasure and start to slowly circle my finger ankara escort bayan around it.

Feeling your hips push forwards I know I’m doing some thing right so I start to apply a little more pressure and pick up the pace a little and start to rub a little through the fabric of your panties firmer and firmer strokes have you whimpering the sound nearly riving me wild.

I lift my finger from your clit and run it slowly up and down over the damping cotton of your panties.

then running my finger along the waist band of your panties I slowly work my finger underneath and let it run down through the soft hair till it rests once again on sensitive little button

Letting two of my fingers run down your lips lightly and slowly stroking the outside of your sweetness. Then with a little pressure I let one slip inside a tiny bit. Feeling our hips push against my fingers I slowly slide my finger in a little deeper in to you past the second knuckle then deeper still so that my finger is buried in you. The warmth and wetness in there feels so good.

I let my finger slide out of you slowly then ever so slowly work back in to you. Hearing your whimper become a stifled moan heightens my desire to bring you to a peak.

As my finger slides out again I bring a second finger to join the first and then slowly let them slip inside of you making you gasp. Feeling the wetness grow around my fingers I continue to work them in and out of you, your hips rising and falling with my strokes.

as your breathing starts to grow shorter and more hectic I slide my fingers out of you and let them run up over your lips letting them come to a rest at your little button which is standing proud now, and gently circle my two finger over it rubbing gently

Letting my wet fingers settle either side of it I hold it between them and start to run my fingers up and down with your clit between them. Your hips push back against me hard as I stroke you between my fingers then thrust forwards as you cry out in pleasure and I continue to work my finger over you. Your hips bucking its hard to keep my hand you but as you peak again and again its all worth it.

I hold you close to me as your body relaxes and breathing returns to normal. then sliding myself out from you I let you roll to onto your back and lean in to kiss you with tenderness and love, you reach up and pull me close to you and kiss me with more passion than I have ever had.

As the kiss dies down I sit you up and we sit staring out to sea as the last of the sun dips below the horizon scaring the sky a blood red the only sound is the sound of your heart and the gentle lapping of the waves against the beach. Lost in a moment and wrapped in each other arms we sit the as the fire goes out of the sky but the fire in our hearts burns on.

The darkness is gathering but the night is still warm. Rising to our feet we kiss again slowly and tenderly and walk down to the surf line. We kick of our sandals and let the warm water lap at our feet it feels so inviting and here’s us with no swimming costumes. Looking around and seeing that we can’t be seen from town we decide that it’s not that important. So I slowly start to unbutton your shirt letting my fingers running down over your skin till they meet your jeans already falling off your hips. Gently brushing your jeans off your hips and letting them fall to the floor I step back admiring the woman I love with all my heart. The sight of you stood there in just your bra and panties is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

You reach towards me and take hold my jeans undoing my belt and throwing it up the beach then slowly you rub me through my jeans and with a cheeky look start to unbutton them and pull them down. Then running your hands up over my torso, your nails scraping over skin you lift my t-shirt off over my head.

With both of stood there in just our underwear. The dying sunlight being highlighted by the light of a low full moon adds an ethereal eryaman escort look to our bodies. I step behind you and unclasp your bra letting it fall to the floor, then lower your panties to the beach. As you reach behind yourself and start to lower my boxers as they reach my thighs I reach down and lower them to the ground and kick them away.

Turning you around and pulling you to me, our naked bodies pressed close. I am filled with desire as your hands stroke my back and my hands wander down to your perfect behind and squeeze gently. We kiss a beautiful tender kiss with so much promise and love. As the kiss breaks I lift you in to my arms and start to walk out to sea till the water is just caressing your ass. Then slowly I bend my knees letting the water flow over your naked body. Then lowering your feet to the ground and parting them slightly I disappear below the water. You feel me swim between and around your legs letting my body stroke against yours. Silently I break the surface behind you and pull you close.

with my arms wrapped around your waist I kiss your neck then between your shoulders as I kiss lower my hands slide down your body over your thighs and calves my kisses getting lower as my head sinks under the water till I plant a light kiss on your the base of your spine.

the next thing you know I’m gone again, you can feel the currents I create by swimming around then suddenly you feel a stream of bubbles rise up from between your legs as I breath out and watch them rush up over your pussy, then nothing no sign of me no touch of my currents.

Then suddenly I break the surface a few yards away with an almighty splash and start to playfully splash you. Laughing you splash me back then dive at me knocking me under the water. As I come back up spluttering I see you laughing. Taking a deep breath I disappear beneath the surface again. the next thing you feel is me between your legs as I start to stand up lifting you with me sat on my shoulders as I get my feet on the ground I push up with all my strength launching us both in to the air and falling to the water with an almighty splash.

Laughing hysterically now, you run and jump at me again. This time imp ready for you and I catch you as you hit me. You wrap your legs around me and lock your ankles squeezing me tight. Then lean in and kiss me. A kiss with so much passion it takes my breath away. I give your ass a playfully squeeze and you bite my tongue and break the kiss. Seeing you laugh like this makes me so happy. Holding you tight to me I slowly start to walk back wards into the shallows.

un hooking your legs from around me I let myself fall backwards the water taking he force of the fall and slowly scull back wards on to the surf line you sat on top of me the water rushing past us

Led in the surf with you on top of me looking down in to my eyes I run my hands over your silken skin up your thighs and sides letting my thumbs brush over your nipples then onwards over your shoulders and lightly caressing your face then running my fingers though you wet hair. You lean forewords and run a fingernail down my body over my nipples and trace a line down to your sweetness then slowly trail a finger up over yourself lightly dipping it inside then running it up over your stomach and chest running a finger around each breast and nipple.

I run my hands down to your thighs and let my hands slip over the soft flesh. my thumbs on the inside of you thigh reaching towards your puss letting them rest ever so lightly on your clit for a second then sliding them round to you ass and pulling you up over me till your pussy is close enough to my mouth for you to feel my breathing.

Snaking my tongue out I lightly run it up the length of your slit circling your clit at the top once before running it back down again with a little more force so that it breaks the surface and caresses your lips

You slide you hips forewords that your sex is firmly planted on my mouth and I slide etlik escort my tongue deeper in to you French kissing your most intimate of regions. I suck lightly at the soft flesh and lick and nibble your lips. Sliding you back a little I reach round use my fingers to slightly part your lips and use the tip of my tongue to flick and lick every part of your sex that I can my tongue running lightly over your pussy lips and flicking in and out of you lightly.

You lean back and grip hold of my ankles as I take your clit in between my lips and flick at the end with my tongue. Your hips push forwards again as my tongue stops flicking at your clit. realising you want more I start to hum a low note making my lips vibrate on your clit then varying the pitch and speed of vibration. As you grip my ankles harder I start to hum first your national anthem then mine to keep the variation up. as I come to the end of mine you peak again and again the smell of you so close to my face makes me want you as your orgasm dies down and you slide back down my body a wave crashes over us pushing you forwards.

Our faces meet. You look a little flustered my hands come up to your face and caress your skin before we kiss again our lips touching lightly and our tongues lightly stroking each other.

Then with a twinkle in your eye you break the kiss and slide down my body your pussy brushing over my cock till you’re sat on my knees.

You reach down and take hold of me, gently massaging and rubbing me as I stir in to life in your hands. Looking down in to my eyes and smiling you slowly run your fingers up and down my length and around the head. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle the cry that is there.

then sliding forward till my head is rested against your pussy you lift yourself up onto your knees and guide me inside till just the head is inside then slowly lower yourself down onto me inch by inch I feel you wrap around me a perfect fit our bodies made to measure for each other. You gently start to rock your hips stroking me in and out of you. My hips rising and falling with you rocking to keep the rhythm going each stroke deeper and longer than the last. You lean back your hands on my thighs

The natural curve of me pushes the tip of my cock against your g-spot each stroke rubs me against you with each stroke as we build the rhythm again your whimpers turn to moans as do mine. Each stroke pushing us closer and to a joint orgasm.

As I stroke into you I reach up with my hand and start to circle a finger around your clit my other hand rested on your hip to keep us balanced. Building the speed up on both my strokes and on your clit I feel you start to contact around me squeezing me tightly inside of you.

Almost too much to bare I quacking the pace again stroking myself in and out of your beautiful pussy my finger working firmer faster circles on your clit. as both our movements become more intense and our moaning turns in to cries of pleasure I feel my cock twitch inside of you as you clamp down around me lifting my hips up in to one more time we both cry out as our orgasm hits us yours over and over again wave after wave as I slow my strokes down and lighten my touch on your clit. When your orgasm subsides you throw yourself forward and roll to my side. Both of us short of breath.

As we lay in each others arms watching the full moon bathe our bodies in its pale light as the warm water ebbs and flows around you start to sing to me. A soft and beautiful song the clear notes drifting to my ears and out across the waves into the night.
When you finish I left you into my arms and carry you up the beach to our towel and lay you down with a kiss then wrapping a blanket around us we hold each other tight and fall asleep in each others arms.

When the first light of morning breaks the horizon I wake gather our clothes then gently wake you and watch you dress your beauty stuns me even now. When we are both dressed we walk arm in arm along white sands beach back to where our car is parked and from there back to our home on the cliff tops over looking the beach where I intend to cook you a breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs with chilled champagne. And a then to have a relaxed day in each others company.

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My name is Jack Henderson. I’m a big and tall, ( six-foot-six by 250 pounds ) dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Sometimes in life, you’ve got to embrace the changes that come your way. The greatest villain can sometimes turn out to be the greatest hero. That’s my motto and it has never failed me. I am currently the Athletic Director of Saint Lucy College, a small private Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. These days, life simply couldn’t be better. At a time when everybody was experiencing a financial recession, I managed to have the best fundraiser ever for my school and boost the once-struggling Department of Athletics beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. And the school has been better for it.

When I took over as Athletic Director in 2004, I didn’t inspire much confidence in the students or the administration. The college president, Father James Hayworth was once my teacher when I attended Saint Lucy College, back in 1996. He is the man who introduced me to my fiancée, assistant district attorney Shamika Letterman. She was a law student when we met back in 1997. I graduated in 1998 with a bachelor’s degree in business and stuck around to get my MBA by 2000. I worked as a manager for the New England Patrolmen Professional Football team from 2001 to 2004.

To be honest, I was a little too good at the job. Other men and women at the company didn’t like having me around. I made them all look bad. The suits upstairs weren’t paying me enough for my services. And I felt unappreciated. I’ve always believed that the end justifies the means. So I helped myself a little bit financially. The cold-hearted bastards and bitches who owned the team gave me the choice of quitting or be fired and prosecuted me for embezzlement. They didn’t want to prosecute me unless they had to because it would embarrass the company. And it would be a waste of their finances since suing a broke man never made anybody rich. So I did the smart thing and quit. I didn’t tell my woman that I lost my job. She wouldn’t like hearing that. I was broke, basically blacklisted everywhere and seriously down on my luck for ages. I was ready to give up when the fates smiled upon me. That’s when my good friend Father James Hayworth approached me with an offer I couldn’t refuse. To become the athletic director of my alma tuzla eve gelen escort mater. And I was barely out of my twenties. How about that?

People always dismiss you as inexperienced when you’re young and energetic. I had a plan to revolutionize sports at Saint Lucy College and I put it in motion. I led the entire school in a massive fundraiser from 2004 to 2006. We raised eleven million dollars, thirty percent of which went to athletics. The school was seriously imbalanced in my views. When I attended Saint Lucy College in the late 1990s, men made up forty nine percent of the student body. Which wasn’t bad at all. In 2003, men made up only thirty six percent of the school’s nineteen-thousand-person student body. This was totally unacceptable. So I decided to boost male enrollment. How did I do that? Simple, by adding varsity football.

In 2005, for the first time in its 112-year-history, Saint Lucy College began fielding men’s varsity football at the Division Two level of the NCAA. The fact that we lost to Stonehill College in our first home game did little to discourage us. The changes brought to the school by the new football program were immediate, and mind-boggling. Enrollment at the school basically skyrocketed. Of the eight thousand new freshmen we got in September 2005, fifty two percent were male. How about that? Over the next couple of years, male enrollment was on the rise. By September 2008, men made up fifty percent of the overall student body for the first time since the mid-1980s. You’ve got no idea how happy that makes me. I have always believed in expansion of intercollegiate athletics for both men and women rather than the limitation of it. With a sizeable chunk of the new money the school got from the explosion in enrollment, I could do what I’ve always dreamed of.

Originally, the Saint Lucy College Department of Athletics sponsored varsity teams in men’s and women’s basketball, men’s and women’s cross country, men’s and women’s volleyball, men’s and women’s swimming, men’s and women’s fencing, men’s ice hockey and women’s field hockey, men’s rifle and women’s equestrian, along with men’s football and women’s lacrosse. I added new varsity teams in men’s and women’s wrestling along with men’s and women’s golf. We started a coed tennis team, along with a coed archery team. tuzla yeni escort I thought of starting men’s and women’s teams in gymnastics but we didn’t get enough participants of either sex. I combined the men’s and women’s gymnastics teams into one coed team. We will begin fielding men’s lacrosse and women’s ice hockey in September of 2009.

And just like that, I turned Saint Lucy College from a struggling institution into an athletic powerhouse in just a few short years. Yeah, I was doing really well academically but I’m not married to my job. I don’t want to be one of those people who have a successful career and nothing else. So, I began spending more quality time with my fiancée Shamika. This wasn’t easy since we were both busy professionals. She was busy prosecuting bad people for the Boston city prosecutor’s office and I was handling the reins of power at Saint Lucy College.

One time, Shamika treated me to a night of fun on the town. We went to the museum, and also dined at Copley Mall before returning to our apartment located near the Saint Lucy College campus. That night, we made passionate love like never before. Shamika completely gave herself to me. At six-foot-three and two hundred and seventy pounds, Shamika is a heavyset black woman who’s always been self-conscious about her extremely dark skin, her large breasts, wide hips and huge round bottom. The fact that I constantly told her I found her pretty did little to reassure her. However, that night, she completely gave herself like never before.

I lay on the bed, watching Shamika as she knelt before me and began sucking on my cock. My dick is eight inches long, somewhat thick and also uncut. Lots of females I’ve been with weren’t too cool with that but Shamika was an enlightened woman. She didn’t believe in elective surgeries of any kind, or fixing what wasn’t broken. Is she cool or what? I’m one lucky man! Shamika worked her magic on me, licking and stroking me just the way she knew I liked it. We’ve been together for a decade so she knew my body as well as she knew her own. I was in good hands. There is something so sexy about watching a big beautiful black woman giving head, folks. When I came, Shamika surprised the living daylights out of me by drinking all of my seed. Afterwards, I gently spread her thighs and returned the favor. tuzla genç escort I love going down on my woman. Breathing the scent of her womanhood thrilled me before I started licking away. Shamika gently grabbed my neck and urged me to continue. Licking her while gently probing her with my fingers, I brought her orgasm after orgasm. She screamed in pleasure and squirted hot girly cum all over me. That was my reward.

Yeah, I enjoyed making love to her. And she told me it wasn’t over. When I asked her what she had in mind, she decided to show rather than tell. Shamika got on all fours, spread her plump ass cheeks wide open and simply stared at me adoringly before handing me something. I looked at the small bottle of hand lotion. Hot damn. Was she asking me what I thought she was asking me? Apparently so. I couldn’t believe my luck. This was new territory for me. I proceeded with caution. I made good use of the lube, applying both on myself and her bum, then positioned myself behind Shamika. Gently, I eased my manhood into her backdoor. She told me to be careful, and you had better believe I was. Slowly but surely, I worked most of my penis into her ass. Man, I can’t tell you how great it felt. It’s one of those things you’ve got to experience yourself. My woman was giving up the booty by trying anal sex for the first time and she wanted me to do the honors. How about that? We sucked and fucked the night away and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

That experience brought Shamika and I much closer together. We were becoming more passionate than ever. Just as I thought, spending more quality time together did wonders for us as a couple. We became that annoying couple you see making out all over the place. Except we weren’t in the early stages of dating or even newlyweds. We were a longtime couple who rekindled the fire in their relationship. A couple of months later, I got the surprise of a lifetime when Shamika told me that she was pregnant. With twins. Two dudes! How about that? Folks, I am one happy man. I guess good things can happen in this life. Between Shamika and I, we’re going to have some big and tall sons! I’ve already got their names picked out. Jack Henderson Jr. and Michael Henderson. The first one will play college football, the other will play college basketball. Shamika wants to name them Achilles and Hector. She’d rather use Jack and Michael as middle names instead. What the fuck kind of names are Achilles and Hector for black males? That woman is tripping! Like she’s gonna name my sons after some long-dead white guys! We’ll see about that! I’ve got nine months to convince her. Say, do you know a good hypnotist? I’ll pay cash, I swear!

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All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

*****

Razor sharp knife through sweet white onion. A crisp, snick of a sound, over and over until the pieces are swept into hot olive oil and an aromatic sizzle fills the warm humid air. Margo gives the pan a quick flick with her wrist to toss the pieces, and lets the gas flame do its thing. After the onion has softened a bit she sprinkles in smoked paprika, salt and a little flour, and tosses it again. Minced garlic, a spoon of grainy mustard, a splash of dry French Vermouth, a little water. She tucks in two thick pork chops that she browned a few minutes before and puts on the cover to finish them. Brown rice with coconut oil and steamed asparagus rounds out the dinner plates. A fruity Beaujolais fills the glasses.

“Delicious honey,” her husband Derek says. “You’re too good to me.”

Yes, Margo thought, I am too good to you. The least you could do is fuck me once in a while. The thought brought a sad little smile to her face. ‘Fuck’ wasn’t a word she used to use, under any circumstances, but lately it had crept into her vocabulary. She hadn’t said it out loud yet, but whenever she said it to herself it made her smile a little.

Fuck, pussy, cock, tits. Even a well used word like ass for goodness sake. They had never been uttered by Margo in all her forty years. She was a ‘good girl’, and now a ‘good wife’, but recently, in the last six months or so, she’d reached a tipping point.

In the mirror, day after day, her reflection looked back at her with an emotionless expression, showing the passage of time. First thing in the morning, when it all was most on display, she was grateful for blurry eyes. Anyone other than Margo — a man for instance — would see it very differently. Yoga and long walks had kept her fit, and her face was radiant with middle-age beauty, the type of beauty most young girls hope they’ll grow into but don’t achieve. Lovely eyes and a mischievous smile that curls up at the corners, soft strawberry blonde hair that looks just right with a bit of grey streaking through it, and smooth cleavage, on display, at least a little bit, every day.

Derek carved off a piece of pork and put it in his mouth, watching the news on a TV at the far end of the room as he chewed. Margo watched him as the little smile from the ‘why don’t you fuck me’ thought faded from her face. She’d grown tired of wondering why the spark had left their marriage. Tired of thinking about it. Just tired.

In bed that night, in her old t-shirt and loose-fitting cotton yoga pants, she lay awake with a pulpy romance novel as Derek drifted off to sleep. It had cooled enough to have the windows open, the nighttime silence giving her imagination free-reign with the words on the page. The chapter she was reading was just getting to the good stuff — the sex scene with the gardener she was hoping for. Then she heard it. Outside her window, across the darkness, the next-door neighbors where making love.

They were an average-looking young couple, in their late twenties, trying to have a baby. Margo had heard the sounds a few times before, usually at night but once during the day. She’d wondered if she should tell them — that they could be heard when their window was open — but it seemed too awkward a conversation to have, so she let it be. The sounds always stirred mixed feelings in Margo. Disappointment, sadness, excitement and desire, all mixed together in a strange way. She wasn’t sure if Derek had ever heard them. Ten years Margo’s senior, she wondered if the sounds would stir anything in him, or if his sex-drive was simply gone, washed away with the years.

On that particular night Marybeth and Billy — that’s the young couple next-door — were having a particularly good time with their baby-making. Moaning exclamations drifted on the summer night air, so lovely and pure. Young love in all its carnal glory. Margo closed her eyes and listened deeply, imagining Billy’s cock deep in her own pussy, moving slow and deep, the way she’d seen young porn men fuck older women in flickering images on her computer screen. Her hand slipped inside her old yoga pants, her middle finger touching her clit ever so gently. A warm heat overtook her, but she knew she had to stop. Stop touching herself and stop listening. No good would come of either, not there, not in bed with her sleeping husband. Read the book Margo, she told herself. It’s all you get these days.

———————

“I probably shouldn’t be blabbing about this, but Christie’s having an affair.”

Margo was having coffee and half a pastry with her friend Joan at a cafe down the road from the yoga studio. “You’re not gonna believe who the guy is,” Joan added.

“Joanie! Oh my God, you shouldn’t be telling me this!”

“I know, but it’s so juicy, isn’t it?” Joan said, her eyes wide and smiling. “It’s Matt, the cute guy that works at the Quick-Fill at Ander’s Corners.”

“You’re joking!” Margo said. “She’s old enough to be his mother!”

“I know!” Joan exclaimed. “Can you imagine?”

Margo could imagine, and she wasn’t tuzla bayan escortlar alone. Most of the women who went in that Quick-Fill could imagine.

“How do you know? Does everybody know?” Margo said.

“Just you and me, and anybody else Christie blabs to. I was surprised she told me, but I could tell she’s proud of it and wanted someone to know.”

“Wow!” Margo said quietly.

“She said things have been dried up at home,” Joan said. “I can sympathize.”

“You and Jim? Really?” Margo said.

“Well, not really dry, but…I guess I’m not as attractive as I used to be,” Joan said sadly.

“Wow, what’s going on with us all?” Margo asked. “Is this just how it is when you hit forty? I never imagined it like this.”

“So, you and Derek?”

“Not good,” Margo said, looking down at the crumbs on the plate.

Margo thought about telling Joan how listening to her neighbors made her feel, but didn’t want to get deep into the personal. Joan was a good friend, but sexual conversations had been few and far between with her.

“I wish you hadn’t told me, about Christie I mean,” Margo said. “Now I’ve gotta pretend I don’t know when I see her at church.”

“Are you kidding? You’ve got the best poker face I’ve ever seen. You could bang half the town and keep it a secret probably.”

“Joanie! That’s…”

“Exciting to think about?” Joan said. “You don’t have to tell me honey. We’d all love a little somethin’ on the side. The kids these days got it made with their friends with benefits thing. That’s what we need, friends with benefits. Just don’t tell anybody. Well, nobody like me anyway,” Joan laughed.

———————

Sunday morning was warm and humid. All the windows in the church were open. Reverend Blake’s sermon was about open windows, letting the world into our lives, sharing in our neighbor’s trials, tribulations, joys and triumphs. Margo mind went right were it shouldn’t when you’re at church, to Marybeth’s moaning and muffled screams of ecstasy, and the dull thump of her bed hitting the wall as Billy pounded her young pussy with his young cock. They were sitting right there, just three pews in front of Margo. She wondered if Billy gathered up Marybeth’s long hair and held it tight while he fucked her from behind, the way the porn men sometimes do.

“Lovely sermon Reverend,” Margo said when she and Derek shook his hand on the steps on the way out.

Her mind was still in a bit of a fog when she saw Christie and her husband heading their way.

“Hi you two!” Christie said with a big smile.

“You look happy,” Margo said with a smirk. “Did you win the lottery or something?”

“I think she did and she’s keeping the money for herself,” Christie’s husband Rob said.

“Ooo! A secret life! I like the sounds of that!” Christie smiled, and she winked at Margo.

A wink? Does she know I know, Margo wondered?

In the parking lot Margo and Derek said hello to Winnie and Bob Stein. They had been at the house for one of Margo’s holiday parties a while back, a quiet brother and sister who didn’t mingle much that night. They lived together, Rob moving into Winnie’s house two years ago after returning from a failed business venture out West. There had been some tongue waging at first about the cohabitation, but as everyone got to know Rob that had died down.

On the way home Derek pulled the car into the Quick-Fill for some gas. Margo offered to go in and pay, saying she needed a quart of milk. Matt was working. Margo moved slow, lingering at the refrigerator where the milk was, gazing at Matt as he dealt with customers, his smile effortless and natural. She walked slowly to the counter.

“How’s it goin’?” Matt said. The fact that he recognized her made Margo’s heart race. “Just the milk today?”

“Yeah,” Margo said, fumbling in her wallet. “Oh! No! Gas…I need fifty on pump three. Sorry.”

“Hey, that’s cool. My mind goes other places too sometimes,” Matt said, glancing at the way Margo’s ample tits filled out her church dress. Margo caught him looking and lost her barely-there composure.

“How, um…much is the…milk?”

“Fifty-two ninety-five all together,” Matt smiled.

“Oh…yeah…gas,” she said, fumbling in her wallet some more.

“Thank you. I hope you come again soon,” Matt said, his eyes twinkling.

I shouldn’t have gone in there, Margo thought to herself as she walked out. He knows I know. Come again soon? Was he really making a sexual reference? Oh my God, I think he was…

The ride home was silent. Margo’s mind spun out of control — Billy pulling her hair from behind as her tits swung under her; Christie getting fucked hard by a boy less than half her age; Bob Stein’s cock, big and swollen in her hand; Matt making her ‘come again’, and again, and again.

“You need to get this air-conditioning fixed,” she said as she pulled on the front of her church dress, pumping fresh air into it. She unbuttoned it a nearly obscene amount and pulled up the hem. Derek didn’t even notice.

———————

“Joanie escort tuzla bayanlar told me she told you,” Christie said quietly.

She had snuck up behind Margo at the supermarket, and looked like she was about to explode with pent-up excitement.

“You don’t want to talk about it here do you?” Margo said. “There’s lots of ears in this place.”

“Oh. Yeah,” Christie said, looking around at the other customers. “Meet me at the schoolyard after you put your groceries away. I’m dying to talk about it.”

Margo pulled up beside the school a half-hour later. Christie was swaying gently on a swing with the sounds of playing children in the distance. It seemed like an odd place to talk about an affair, but the young man in question wasn’t much more than a boy, so maybe it was appropriate.

“I hope you don’t mind me knowing about this,” Margo said as she walked up. “I didn’t pry or anything like that.”

“No, it’s fine,” Christie said as Margo sat on the swing next to her. “I know I’ve totally lost my mind and all, but oh my God, it’s so worth it. I feel like I’ve been born again. It’s better than any Christian shit, I’ll tell you that,” she laughed.

“So how did it start? It seems unbelievable. He’s so young.”

“I sorta went out of control with the flirting. It built up slow, but when it got to a certain point I was doing things I wouldn’t ever have dreamed I’d do. I went in there one day in tight pants with a little lingerie top on under a nice blazer. It’s totally x-rated. A bedroom only kinda thing. I browsed around waiting for the other customer to leave. Matt was smiling a little, he knew I wanted to flirt some more. I took the blazer off, hooked it over my shoulder on my thumb and walked over to him. This little lingerie thing, it’s like sheer to the max, like a little wisp of chiffon. My titties were bouncing as I walked, my nips were pointing right at him. My hormones were just screaming, and I said, “Would you like to fuck me Matt, ’cause I’d like to fuck you.” It was like another person inside of me talking.”

“Christie! Oh my God, what if somebody’d walked in?”

“I know! I was totally out of control. But let me tell you, the sex…oh my God! I’ve never…I mean I can’t even…”

“Wow,” Margo said quietly. “That good huh?”

“Oh my God!” Christie said, rolling her eyes.

“What about your marriage Christie? What happens when Rob finds out?”

“You know what, we’ve been together a long time, but I’ve learned sex is important to me. You only live once, and I don’t want to blow the majority of my life with a lousy sex life. Rob’s just not interested in me in that way any more. Hasn’t been for a long time.”

“I know honey. You’re not alone. Me and Joanie, well, at least me, I’m in the same boat. Joanie says she is too. I guess I have to believe her, but seeing her and Jim together, I never would have guessed it. What is it with our men? Is it us? Are we doing something wrong?”

“Sometimes it’s just time for a change I think,” Christie said. “This whole monogamy thing, it’s so over-rated. Unless you’re content with boredom. I mean, unless you’re trying to make a baby, sex is a recreational activity. Why should it be any different than playing golf?”

“What about love Christie? What if you fall in love with a guy that’s half your age?”

“I don’t fall in love with my golf partners. I could just as easily though. It’s no different with casual sex. The way that boy fucks me though, oh my God, there’s nothing casual about that!” Christie laughed. “I bet he’d be into a three-way. You want to try him out?”

“Christie! Oh my God! You’ve gone off the deep end!”

“Deep is right,” Christie said, her body shaking in a big, theatrical tremble.

“Oh my God,” Margo said. She smiled and shook her head. Her friend had well and truly lost it.

———————

“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Oh, hi Bob,” Margo said. “I’m trying to find windshield wipers to fit my car. Guess they don’t pay much attention to women in these stores.”

“Well I certainly would if I worked here,” Bob winked. “How may I be of service Ma’am?”

“First of all, never call a woman my age ma’am,” Margo said with a smirk.

“Oh, sorry. I should know things like that after living with Winnie.”

“How are things going? You getting used to being back in town?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s definitely quieter here. Or maybe it’s just my sister’s lifestyle. I’ll get back on my feet eventually.”

“Yeah, Winnie’s not exactly a party-girl, is she. A lot of us seem to be be going that route.”

“You mean Trentburg doesn’t have a wild, dark side? Or we just haven’t found it yet maybe. So…how big a one are you looking for?” Bob asked, his eyes twinkling.

Margo could feel the blood drain from her face, and just as quickly it flushed red. “Oh…I’m not sure.”

“We can go outside and measure it,” Bob said. His face was straight, but there was definitely something in his eyes. Margo hadn’t seen a man with that twinkle gebze escort in quite a while.

“Yeah, I’m…right out front.”

They walked out and Bob removed her blades and brought them in. The clerk saw them and went over to help.

“I’m gonna grab some antifreeze,” Bob said. “If you’d like I can help you install those after we check out.”

“Thanks Bob,” Margo said.

Driving home Margo couldn’t get her mind off Bob. He was three years younger, if she remembered right, so she really didn’t know him back in their school days. Winnie was a year younger than her. Margo knew her back then from a spelling bee competition they both traveled to. Some of the other girls on the trip were getting into trouble, meeting up with boys, but she and Winnie were ‘good girls’ and spent some time together. There was one time after that, at a pool party in Winnie’s parent’s back yard, that she remembered seeing Bob. He was a boy of about fourteen at that time, shirtless, shooting baskets in the driveway in gym shorts that had shrunk up way too much. Margo remembered giggling with the other girls because they knew Bob was checking them out, trying to make himself known to the newly blossomed young women.

Margo pulled into the Quick-fill. Suddenly she didn’t mind so much that her big SUV was a gas-guzzler.

“Hi Matt, how’s it going today?” she said, breaking new ground with a casual conversation.

“Not too bad Mrs…”

“Margo.”

“Mrs…Margo?”

“Just Margo,” she smiled. “Forty on pump three today.”

“You got it,” Matt smiled. “Have a great day.”

“You too Matt,” Margo said.

———————

A week of quiet nights with Derek drifted by. Margo had made it a point to look good in the evenings, forgoing her loose ‘comfort’ clothes for some tighter yoga outfits that showed off the nice body she worked so hard on. Even with an extra glass of wine at dinner, and a kiss with some heat in it before bed, there was no response from Derek. “I’m tired dear. Big day tomorrow,” was one of his most used lines.

One of those frustrating nights coincided with Marybeth and Billy’s baby-making adventures. It was another wonderful summer night, perfect for open window sleeping. Derek was snoring quietly when Margo heard a tell-tale moan. She put her book down and got out of bed, the quietly ecstatic sounds pulling her like a magnet. She walked through the house in the dark, into the living room and out onto the back porch. The young lovers were only thirty feet away. A dim light was on in their bedroom. Margo could make out some movement through the lacy curtains, but not enough to really see what was going on. Margo settled herself on an upholstered lounge chair and her hand slipped into her yoga pants. She let herself go, eyes closed, her mind drifting away on the beautiful sounds, Marybeth and Billy both moaning, flesh slapping into flesh. Margo came in a wave of intense heat. The cool of the summer night lowered her back to earth.

———————

“Hey good looking. How’s life treating you?”

The words, honey-soaked with a soft Latin accent, reached Margo’s ears as two strong arms encircled her from behind. A soft kiss on her neck finished things off with an exclamation point.

“Hector!” Margo cooed. “You could get me in big trouble!”

“Wouldn’t that be fun,” Hector breathed into Margo’s ear. “Derek wouldn’t mind, would he?”

Hector and Derek worked together. Accounting and payroll at a plastics manufacturer in town. Hector, a tall, dark Puerto Rican, had been to a few cocktail parties at Margo’s house, the last one a few years back, before her life had become so painfully boring.

“Let me look at you,” Margo said, loosing herself from Hector’s arms as she spun around. “Mmm!” she said. “Who’s the lucky girl who snapped you up.”

“Ha! I’m beginning to think you’re the only one who thinks they’d be lucky with me. No, nothing much happening on that front I’m afraid, since Nina.”

“Well the women in this town are crazy, I’ll tell you that,” Margo said. “What are you doing, playing hooky from work?”

“No, had an appointment earlier and thought I’d stop in to look for a birthday present to send home to my mother. I could use a woman’s eye to help me pick something, if you have the time.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, something a stylish seventy-year-old would wear. She loves clothes from America.”

Margo picked the perfect outfit, working slowly, enjoying Hector’s company and the delicious cologne he was wearing.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a man wear a suit as well as you do,” Margo said, emboldened by Hector’s easy-going ways.

“Why thank you my dear. I could compliment many things about you right now, but I’m afraid all of them would be dirty,” Hector winked.

Margo floated home, feeling like a real woman for a change.

———————

All the sex talk with her girlfriends and the flirting with Bob and Matt and Hector had left Margo horny and frustrated, so she decided to make a romantic dinner for Derek Friday evening. White bean and black olive crostini; grilled scallops with tequila butter; wild rice with shallots and fresh herbs, and a lemon soufflé with champagne. Candlelight and two different wines added to the warmth in the cozy dinning room. Margo dressed casual but sexy, her lovely cleavage and hourglass figure on full display in her little cotton dress.

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We pulled into the driveway of an impressive 2 story desert style home. This Scottsdale neighborhood was both secluded and impressive. It was a Friday afternoon in late May, the weather out here was heating up, but hadn’t quite hit unbearable.

I had just finished my freshman year of college at the University of San Diego where we were from and turned 20 only the week before. My younger brother Jack, about to be a senior in high school, my Mom and I were in the area to look at Arizona State University. Jack was considering school there. It was just the three of us on the trip, my Dad missed out due to work.

We exited the car and my Mom quickly located the lock box. The house was owned by family friends, Jane and Perry, who recently moved from San Diego to the Phoenix area. We intended on staying out here for about a week and a half. The first few days our hosts were going to be out of town attending a company meeting in Dallas, they were both prominent lawyers in the organization.

Rather than make us reschedule, they had just given us the lock box code and run of the house until their return. We weren’t completely alone, supposedly their nephew was at the house as well. A beat-up car was in the driveway, I assumed it was his.

“Belle!” I heard my Mom call to me. I had been admiring the view the driveway offered. Just across the street was beautiful rocky terrain with what looked to be some impressive scenic overlooks. Our friends said they hiked almost every day and I couldn’t blame them.

I found my Mom and brother at the front door and we went inside. The interior of the house was just as nice as the exterior. The entryway led straight into a large living room area with a dining table and some couches. There was a large set of patio doors behind the table.

I set my bag down and walked to the patio doors, which opened to a backyard that was dominated by a pool. I could see someone in the water. I assumed it was our friend’s nephew.

My Mom had come up behind me and saw the same thing. “Oh good, that must be Pat. He will know where Jane and Perry want us to stay.”

I followed not far behind, as my Mom stepped outside and walked towards the water. The man swimming saw her and leisurely changed his direction to meet her at the pool’s edge. When he was closer my Mom spoke to him.

“Hi! You must be Patrick. I’m Jane and Perry’s friend Lucy Thompson.”

Patrick’s handsome, well-tanned face broke into a warm grin. He pushed his longer brown hair, wet from swimming, back from his brow and pulled himself out of the water and stood up next to her. My Mom is an inch or two shorter than my 5’5″ and Patrick stood almost a foot taller than her, the exposed parts of his skin matching the rich tan of his face.

“I’d offer a hug, but I don’t know think those are your swimming clothes.” He joked, his voice not as deep as I had anticipated but still pleasant to the ear. He extended a large hand for a greeting.

My Mom giggled and shook his hand. I’d have been happy to accept the hug from him, water or no water, and I’m sure Mom felt the same. Patrick’s physique was impressive.

He had large shoulders and arms; each muscle distinctly defined. His chest looked hard and powerful and his abs were all easily visible. His legs were built and well defined as well. He wore a pair of salmon swim trunks that came about halfway down his thigh and contrasted very nicely with his skin tone.

I couldn’t help but notice the impressive bulge in his crotch. His wet trunks clung to his muscular body and left only a little to the imagination. Based on what I could see he was packing a healthy sized penis down there!

He noticed me ogling him and stepped over, extending a hand. He winked one of his striking blue-green eyes at me and I blushed as his large right hand enveloped mine.

“I’m Patrick Christopher, nice to meet you.” He smiled at me through a face with just the right amount of stubble.

“I’m Belle Thompson,” I answered softly. I was embarrassed he had caught me, literally, sizing him up and struggled to meet his gaze. I looked past him to see my Mom drinking in what I assumed were his equally musclebound back and ass. At least I wasn’t the only one objectifying him.

He let go of my hand and waved us to follow him. He grabbed a towel from a pool chair as he passed, quickly drying himself. The muscles on his back flexing appealingly as he did. I felt a tingle in my stomach and had to shake myself to keep from staring.

“He’s cuuuute!” My Mom whispered in my ear causing me to roll the baby blue eyes I got from her.

She giggled at me and we followed Patrick inside. He led us to a wing of the house directly off of the living area we had initially entered. There were tuzla escort bayanlar two bedrooms back there, both with one bed.

My brother, Jack, had already made himself comfortable on one of the beds in the room at the end of the hallway and was scrolling on his phone.

“Jack! What are you doing? We don’t even know this is where you’re gonna stay yet” My Mom asked him with exasperation.

“I was just testing out the beds! I wanted to make sure they’d be comfortable!” My brother the goofball that he is, shared his reasoning.

Patrick chuckled, “You’re in luck, this room and then that one,” he pointed to the room the right of the one with Jack in it. “Those are the two bedrooms. Then, I’ll take the couch in here,” he gestured to the office, the room across from the other bedroom.

“Alright Belle, I guess this is us,” my Mom nodded to the open bedroom. “Let’s go get our bags. Thanks for the help Jack!” My Mom shouted sarcastically back at him.

“I love you Mom!” Jack shouted back at her impishly.

“Let me help you guys,” Patrick said as we got to our bags. He picked them both up with ease and again led the way. My Mom turned to me and made a fanning motion and winked. I couldn’t help but giggle and we followed Patrick to our room.

“I’m probably gonna shower and then I can cook us up some dinner if you guys would like? How do burgers sound? My Aunt and Uncle left us well stocked.”

“Sounds good to me!” My Mom said, answering for the both of us.

“If you guys wanted to check out the pool there are towels and what not out there,” he told us as he left the room.

“Dinner and a show!” My Mom said to me quietly, wiggling her eyebrows for effect.

“UGH! Mom you’re married,” I playfully reminded her.

“A little looking never hurt anybody!” she flipped her shoulder length straight brown hair, teasing me right back.

Laughing I closed to the door to get into my swimsuit. My Mom and I were pretty close and had no qualms being naked in front of each other. We changed into our bikinis and got ready to go out to the pool.

My Mom had just turned 45 and she still kept herself in really good shape. We had a gym membership back home and she was there almost every day, running, lifting or doing yoga and it showed. She had a very curvy, but toned figure with ample bosom and backside. I was proud of her, but could do without friends and classmates telling me my Mom was a ‘MILF’.

I would often, jokingly, ask her to give me a cup size from her boobs since mine were not near as big as hers. Her response was only if I would trade her my abs.

She kept her core in shape, but you could tell that age and good living was beginning to catch up a little bit. As I said, she was very fit, but there were ‘chub pockets’ as she liked to call them, that hadn’t always been there. She wasn’t immune to a few stretch marks, but she carried her weight very well. For a 45-year-old Mom of two, or even anyone, she was a stunner in a bikini.

She had chosen to bring a bright red bikini that was fairly modest all over. Her very large breasts, 34DD cup, were still impressive even with the red fabric covering them. Her large butt escaped the bottoms of her bikini tastefully.

I knew this was because she had been unable to find a bikini that offered full coverage in her waist size. Something that she complained about, but I’m sure no one who had seen her in the water shared her concerns.

I brought my black bikini. The bottoms were closer to the thong cut in style than my Mom’s, but they were still more modest than many you would see at the beach. I had curvy hips and a large backside, much like my mother. Mine was a little more muscular though, from lifting and playing volleyball. My youth didn’t hurt either.

My passion for sports in high school had extended to college where I had walked on to the volleyball team at San Diego. At 5’5″ I wasn’t the fearsome front-line hitter that much of our team was, but I hustled and had impressed enough at the tryout that they let me stick around as a back-line specialist.

The dedication to fitness required for me to hang with the top athletes who had been recruited, resulted in an impressively toned body. My ass was round and lifted from our weight room work and jumping every day. ‘You could bounce a quarter off it’, my Mom loved to joke.

My core was tight and toned with defined abs. My upper body was strong and somewhat defined, but not intimidatingly so, a fact that I didn’t hate.

I wore a matching black colored top, with one shoulder strap, to cover my 30B cup sized breasts. A perfectly average measurement that I wouldn’t have minded if I wasn’t reminded daily when I saw my Mother that I had missed out on the big boob gene.

I pulled my longer blonde hair into a bun on top of my head. I wanted my back and shoulders to get some sun as well. We applied sun screen to our already well tanned bodies and istanbul tuzla escort parked ourselves at the pool. We lounged around enjoying the sun and seclusion the backyard pool offered.

Patrick came out to start preparing burgers on the grill. I noticed with internal satisfaction that he would steal glances over at my Mother and me, impressed enough with what he saw to keep looking.

Before long Patrick finished up the cooking and we all sat at the patio table to eat. We took the opportunity to find out a little bit more about him. He recently turned 25 and is a professional baseball player in the minor leagues. He had hurt his arm earlier that spring and was going through the process of returning to health at his team’s spring training facility in the Phoenix area.

Our family friends, his aunt and uncle, had been kind enough to let him stay at their house to help him save money while he was out there. He said his rehab process was almost done and he should get to head back out to play soon.

He did his best to find out more about us too. Quizzing my Mom about her job, learning about what Jack was looking for in school and talking to me about school and sports. I could feel myself starting to develop quite the little crush on him as he listened intently to me talking about volleyball. He was a great listener and absolutely gorgeous!

We all hung around the table outside, cracking jokes and chatting until the sun had set and it was time to head our separate ways to bed. My Mom helped Patrick clean up the dishes and Jack and I headed off to our rooms.

I took the chance to shower, all four of us were going to be sharing one bathroom and I wanted to get the first crack at the hot water. I kept it short. I contemplated attending to the problem between my legs that Patrick had unknowingly created, but I didn’t want to be accused of hogging all the water.

I dressed myself in an oversized t shirt and pajama shorts and curled up in the bed reading. A fair while later, my Mom came into the room looking a little flushed.

“How was flirting with Patrick?” I smiled to let her know it was mostly a joke.

“Oh stop, I was doing no such thing.” She defended herself, blushing like crazy. It looked like I wasn’t the only one developing a little crush on Patrick!

She changed into her pajama set, a flattering pair of black shorts and a matching buttoned sleep shirt and joined me in the bed reading. I decided to turn in not much later and put my book down and rolled off to sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much later, but I opened my eyes groggily to darkness. I wondered what had woke me when I heard muffled moaning from beside me. I felt the gentle shift of the covers as if someone was moving underneath them.

“Was my Mom masturbating?” I wondered to myself. I tried to listen closely without alerting her that I was awake. As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I realized I could kind of see our reflection in the mirror at the end of the bed.

My Mom was leaning back against the headboard, one hand covering her mouth and the other obviously between her legs. It seemed she was nearing her climax because her motions were picking up speed and her hand wasn’t entirely successful from keeping sound from escaping.

I watched with warped curiosity as my Mom pushed herself over the edge and I felt the tremors of her shaking legs and saw her sink down in satisfaction. She let her hand fall now and an audible sigh escaped her lips. She moved to find a more comfortable sleeping position and I realized the show was over.

I chuckled inwardly, thinking I’d been very close to doing the same thing in the shower. I drifted off to sleep again imagining Patrick between my legs, likely the same image that had been responsible for my Mom’s orgasm.

I woke up and this time I could see the desert sun coming through our window. I sat up and saw my Mom fast asleep next to me. I smiled inwardly, looks like her orgasm had tuckered her out. I got up to use the bathroom and start my day.

I was halfway down the hall when I saw the bathroom door open. The hallway was well lit by ambient light and I was very grateful for that as Patrick stepped out.

He was an absolute dream in front of me, wearing just a pair of sage colored boxer briefs. His shirtless chest and abs were enough to make me drool. His legs looked like they were about to rip the poor underwear at the seams. His bulge though, that was the real eye catcher.

I couldn’t help but stare at what looked to be a gigantic sized cock trapped beneath the fabric. The outline of its shaft was prominent as it strained against the material, it hung low and wrapped under what looked to be a well above average sized pair of testicles. The shaft was so long that I couldn’t see the head of it, it must have been beneath his balls. It was so big it was a marvel he didn’t hurt himself by sitting on it!

“Good morning” Patrick’s voice kartal escort startled me and I realized he had caught me ogling him. I realized my mouth was literally hanging open.

“Uhhh…yeah…morning,” I managed to stumble over such a simple sentence. “IDIOT” I mentally admonished myself.

“You doing okay?” He took a step towards me, a bemused smile on his face. I think he knew what he was doing to me. The last thing I needed was this Adonis any closer to me, I don’t know that my body could handle it. I backed up into the wall.

“Yeah, I’m good. You?” I asked trying my best to seem normal.

He chuckled. “I’m good. I’ve gotta head up to the facility this morning to workout. Have your Mom text me if you guys want me to bring anything back while I’m out. Don’t burn the house down,” he quipped as he walked back to his room.

I stayed leaning against the wall admiring his chiseled ass and back as he walked away. When he got to his door, he looked back at me, catching me staring again. He smiled and winked before exiting my view.

I managed to get myself into the bathroom and lock the door. My pussy was absolutely on fire. Ripping my shirt and panties off, I sat on the toilet. I began vigorously frigging my desperate clit.

I leaned back and with my left hand I clutched my boob, pinching at my nipple to heighten my stimulation. My right hand worked tirelessly over my clitoris and I felt an orgasm readying to rip itself through me. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep from crying out with pleasure.

Images of Patrick’s hunky body and that gargantuan cock danced in my head. I didn’t imagine him fucking me, even in my dreams I didn’t think I could handle that thing. In my mind’s eye he was between my legs, his back muscles flexing as that tanned face replaced my hand.

I remembered the image from only moments before, his underwear hopelessly trying to contain him as I crashed through the barrier. My orgasm flooded through me and I cried out silently, and doubled over with pleasure. Wave after wave flooded through my body and I slumped down with satisfaction.

I basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before going about my business. As I exited the bathroom, I about bumped into Patrick walking in the hallway. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, this time he was clothed in workout attire, a backpack slung across his wide back.

“Hey, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you earlier,” he smiled apologetically.

My orgasm had helped to ease my nerves around him and I had already embarrassed myself completely so I felt comfortable telling him, “Don’t apologize, you are GOOD.” I emphasized the last word by motioning at his body with my hands.

He laughed and turned to walk to the door.

“Startle me anytime,” I called after him helplessly and he just shook his head laughing as he left the house.

I put my face into my palm, “Startle me anytime? What the fuck is that? Shit” I muttered to myself and returned back to the room.

Back in the room, my Mom had woken up and was digging in her bag for clothes to wear. Her impressive breasts were hanging free and only a thong was covering her lower half.

“Put that away before you cause a car wreck,” I complimented her and she just laughed. I collapsed onto the bed not trying to hide my exasperation.

She paused from her search and looked at me with concern. “Everything okay honey?” she asked.

“No,” I said with defeat. “I just completely embarrassed myself in front of Patrick.” It shouldn’t have been a big deal, it’s not like I had any shot with the guy. But, embarrassing myself in front of seriously hot men was not my idea of a good time.

“Oh Belle, relax baby. I’m sure you’re not the first, and most certainly won’t be the last, girl to embarrass themselves in front of that man.” She lay on the bed and wrapped me in a hug. Her words were nice, but it didn’t completely wash away the sting.

I let her hold me for a second, her large breasts mashing themselves into my back and her motherly embrace comforting. I broke free from her hug and said, “Put some clothes on Mom,” in a teasing voice. Smiling at her to let her know I appreciated her effort.

“Maybe, I’ll just walk around like this today.” She got back to her feet and jiggled her boobs with her hands, causing us both to laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure Jack and Dad would loooove that.”

“Oh, your Dad would for sure, I guess Jack wouldn’t though.” She said with fake thoughtfulness. We shared another laugh and both set about getting dressed. She went for a pair of jean shorts and a t shirt that didn’t hide much cleavage.

I went straight back to my black swimsuit from yesterday. I intended to take full advantage of the pool in the back and add to my already well-developed tan. The rest of my morning was spent in blissful laziness by the pool. I had brought a book with me and I enjoyed the sun’s warmth, dipping into the pool for a minute whenever it became too much.

My Mom and brother joined me as the morning turned to an especially warm afternoon. Jack was in pretty good shape himself and was fairly athletic. He would contort himself through all sorts of tricks as he sprung off the diving board. His commotion only acceptable because his antics made my Mom and me laugh.

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Author’s Note: All participants in this story are over 18. This story was originally written for a friend and has been edited to resolve some plot issues. A, I hope you find the updated version to be a satisfying surprise.

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I know you are home alone tonight so I put on my boots and coat, grab that pair of boy leg underwear you love and put them in my pocket. I button up my coat, grab my car keys and go downstairs. I make a slight detour via the grocery store to pick up some supplies and drive to your place. I knock on your door and wait for you to open it.

“Long time no see” I say when you finally opened the door. “I bought dessert, are you going to let me in?” I say. You step back and I walk into the house. “Help me with my coat?” I say. You come over to help me and quickly realise that all I am wearing underneath it are some tights and a strapless bra. The minimal clothing contrasts brilliantly with the rich red of my lip stain and you feel yourself start to get hard.

I leave you holding my coat and walk into the kitchen and you follow me just like I knew you would. I bend down to get a saucepan and you just stand there staring, unable to look away from my ass in the black tights. It’s at this point you realise that I’m not wearing anything under the tights and you stand there staring as I put a pot on the stove and start adding things to it. It seems like no time has passed when I tell you that dessert is ready and start walking towards the stairs. You follow me upstairs enjoying the view every step of the way.

“Where would you like dessert?” I ask you.

“Anywhere you think is best” you reply. “There’s nothing wrong with eating in bed right?” I ask, then walk tuzla bayan escort towards the bedroom and sit down on the bed. Your attention is momentarily caught by the saucepan I am holding. “Melted white chocolate” I say before patting the bed beside me. You come over and sit down next to me. “I do have some strawberries, or we could try something a little different…” I say with a sly grin.

“Your call” you reply obediently. “Let’s try something a little different” I say and then I put the pot down and take off your shirt. I pick up the spoon and drizzle the warm chocolate over your chest. I put the spoon down and begin to lick and suck the chocolate from your skin. “Your turn” I say and hand you the spoon.

After removing my bra you carefully drizzle the white chocolate around my nipples, making sure not to get the sensitive areas with the hot chocolate. You then use your lips and tongue to remove the chocolate only this time you’re not careful about avoiding my nipples. When you’re done you hand me back the spoon.

I feel like you’re overdressed so I tell you to take off your pants. I drip the chocolate down each of your thighs and as I lower my head to lick it off my cheek gently grazes your rock hard cock. When I’m satisfied your thighs are clean I hand you back the spoon.

You get me to stand up and then kneel behind me as you slowly peel off my tights, confirming I had indeed gone without underwear. You resist the temptation to just bury your face in my ass and get me to lie down on the bed face down. You drizzle white chocolate across my ass cheeks horizontally, letting some drip into the crack. Then you hungrily lick off every last drop. You tuzla olgun escort continue licking until I point out that all of the chocolate is long gone.

I leave the spoon in the pot, pick up the boy legs, and say “shower time”. You follow me into the bathroom and once the water is hot we both climb in. Of course I need someone to wash my back and you kindly volunteer. After soaping me up all over you wash me down, taking particular care to make sure my ass is clean. Your cock has been hard since the moment I took off my coat but soaping up my ass has made you rock hard.

You look down at your hard cock and my eyes follow yours to see your aching need for release. I can see your eyes practically pleading for it. I tell you that you’re still a little dirty from all the chocolate so I bend over and pick up the boylegs I brought with me. I stroke the silky fabric over your cock. I start off slow, teasing you, caressing your cock, then I wrap the fabric around you and begin to stroke your cock just the way you like it. You start to moan. I silence you with my lips then place the boylegs into your mouth. “We can’t have you disturbing the neighbours” I say. You stand there with your eyes fixed on me, wondering what else I have in store for you tonight.

“You’re still not clean” I tsk, even though every last drop of chocolate had long since been sucked or washed away. I sink to my knees and your eyes are immediately drawn to my red lips. I tease you with my hands, delaying the inevitable moment of sinking my lips down over your cock. I kiss up your thighs, barely avoiding your cock. Your hands tangle in my hair and you moan around the boy legs, holding me to the tuzla otele gelen escort spot I had been kissing. I move as if to continue my kisses but I take you by surprise and slide your cock into my mouth. You let out a muffled groan and tighten your hands in my hair as you watch my scarlet lips tighten on your cock.

I bring my hand up to stroke you balls in time with the movement of my mouth on your cock. Your eyes remain fixed on my lips, watching them slide down the length of your cock. Your moans are becoming more frequent now. I can tell you’re getting close. I slide my mouth off your cock and replace it with my hands.

“I want you to cum for me baby, cum on my ass” I say as I bend over in front of you. I watch you as you grab my ass with one hand and frantically rub the other over your cock. You’re so close. “Cum on my ass baby” I say. You groan and I feel the first spurts of cum begin to land on my ass.

I gently pull the boy legs out of your mouth as you catch your breath. “Well time to get dressed” I say. “Can you help me?” I ask and hand you the boy legs. You bend down and have me lift each of my legs, then you slowly slide the boy legs up my legs, kissing my inner thighs as you go. I look at my ass and admire your cum soaking through the fabric.

“Oh dear” I say, “There seems to be some marks on the fabric, could you see if you could rub them away?” You bend me over and begin gently stroking my ass. Your strokes become harder until you’re kneading and grabbing my ass. “Are the marks still there? Perhaps they’re dust, maybe you need to tap them out.” What starts off as gentle taps becomes a fully fledged spanking. I moan as you spank me.

“Are they gone?” I ask. “No baby” you reply. “Well then I guess you’ll just have to help me wash them off in the shower” I say. “Of course baby, I know just how to help you” you say as you take my hand and lead me back into the shower…

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I hope you enjoyed the story, what happens next? Well that’s entirely up to you xo Tease23

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The Rajmata (Queen Mother) sat behind the thin veil of a curtain and watched as her daughter-in-law, the Maharani spread herself out under the looming figure of Samar Singh, the Chief of the Royal Guard.

Samar Singh, just twenty years old and a virgin had been drafted by the Rajmata (Queen Mother) to impregnate Maharani Samyukta. The lad was a battle-scarred veteran of many a battle, but a complete novice at what he was about to do. His forearms and chest had cuts and nicks but his back was free of marks of any woman having clawed him in the desperation of her orgasmic burst.

“This has to go well,” thought the 46 year old widowed Rajmata, grimly. “It has to be clinical, quick and she must become pregnant in just this one encounter.”

The King was impotent and this was the time tested fix for the problem; spiriting the Queen away to the Himalayan ashram of a sage. What was different was that instead of the sage being prevailed upon to beget the kingdom a successor, the Chief of Guards had been asked by the Rajmata to do the deed. Her logic was simple; the seed and graft with a warrior clan would produce a better heir than the product of an intellectual with soft hands. She wanted to stabilize the reign of her young son, whose own succession had been shaky.

The choice of Samar Singh over the sage was her very own, very private decision. The sages were preferred for they were ascetic, unattached and there was no scope for any complications. Complications could arise from the biological father resurfacing; emotional bonding between the Queen and the impregnator; political machinations and so on. For all these reasons, from time immemorial, Indian Kingdoms had preferred to have the problem solved by approaching sages and ascetics who were well disposed towards their particular kingdom. Royalty and the Spiritual gurus knew each other for generations. While the sages were not celibate, they followed a prescribed way of life which never crossed paths with the rest of the world. And thus the insurance against complications.

The Rajmata sighed. Samar Singh had grown up in front of her. He was the King’s playmate of childhood days. His father was the General of the Army; the head of their family had been so for generations. So would Samar Singh, after his father’s time, become the General.

It had not taken much time to convince the lad of his duty towards kingdom in impregnating the Maharani. The Rajmata expected no less from the loyal soldier; he came from a clan and family that had served the Royal Family well. But the quick acceptance of the proposal sowed the seed of doubt in her mind; would Samar Singh be as clinical as she had instructed him to be? Would he avoid caresses, touching and lingering kisses? Would he avoid the prolonging of pleasure? Finally, she had decided to be a silent spectator to the deed, ensuring that neither soldier nor the queen would be sidetracked by lust.

It was indeed corrupting and she reflected on the wisdom of the ages in entrusting this delicate task to the spiritually inclined ascetics. She found herself wondering whether she had erred; even her own son did not know she had different plans.

The ascetics were reputed to do the same deed differently. Her mind wandered back to the account rendered by one of the elderly maids in her own mother’s palace. That lady had been part of an entourage in another principality, where the queen had been dispatched to get an heir after that king had been discovered impotent. These things were done very quietly with just a handful in the know, for the impotence of a king was political dynamite. If a king was to be a strong ruler, how could he be impotent? The psychology of the masses of those who were ruled was such. And so, there was no direct knowledge; just the grapevine and the gossip circles.

The Rajmata had been a young princess at the time, being educated at her mother’s place in the art of statecraft. It was during one of those sessions that the salacious bit on the impregnation by a sage had been disclosed.

He sat in deep meditation, she was told. They married and had sex only for procreation, never for pleasure. They measured their spiritual powers by restraint and by capturing the vitality of their own living being through yoga and the forsaking of every thing material.

It was not that they repressed desire; they never allowed it to overcome them. They felt it come to them as their bodies are of flesh. But in their yogic state, they observe their own reaction and behavior as an outsider might observe them. As they watched themselves, they developed the power to control themselves. It was not about repression and avoidance. It was about acknowledgement and harnessing.

That power, sexuality being the most potent of the powers, when harnessed, led to spiritual awareness, growth and sublimation.

Some engaged in tantric sex as the path to sublimation. They drifted on the darker side of spirituality. At that fringe, there were those who used powers escort bayanlar to perform magic and use their power to manipulate, destroy and command.

But the yogis at the ashrams were not on The Dark Side. The kingdoms wouldn’t patronize such an ashram. The oldest ashrams had already conquered and therefore could not be attracted by material blandishments. They had age-old alliances with specific kingdoms. And for these yogis, sexuality was something they commanded; it did not command them. That is why sending a queen to a sage was acceptable. But it was fascinating to hear of how it was done.

And that old maid had told them.

“He sat cross-legged, deep in meditation. It was an appointed time so when we entered his space we were surprised to see him in meditation. On hindsight, it was silly to have expected a bed or something like that,” she recalled, with all the wisdom and nuance of a woman that had experienced the world.

“Our Queen was a fragile, delicate beauty. She was overwhelmed by his presence, but also by the complexity of the task at hand; she was expected to subject herself to him and be impregnated. She was quivering with tension and knew not how to progress.”

“The ladies of the ashram held her and led her up to where the yogi sat. The Queen had her hands folded in supplication to the spiritual master. The women gently slid the well-tucked cloth around her waist and the several yards of cloth wrapped around her unraveled. It didn’t quite fall to the ground, but we all dropped our eyes instinctively. We had seen her nude so often while bathing, massaging and soothing her. But that day, it didn’t seem right.”

“Her bodice remained where it was, her breasts held in the restraining confines of the band of cloth around her chest. The lady did not know what to expect. The yogi remained seated with eyes shut. They moved her forward so that she was now directly in front of him, up close. His head was at the level of her groin. The two women on either side of the queen continued to walk towards the yogi, crossing him, still gently holding the Queen in their grip.”

“The only way the queen could have continued to retain her balance was to spread her legs. She instinctively understood what was expected of her. Her hands continued to be folded in prayer and she now closed her eyes. Her ankles grazed his knees because he was sitting cross legged and his knees jutted out. She came to stand over him, feeling the stray whiskers of his long beard tickle the insides of her thighs. If they had walked further, her groin would have been at his forehead. But they didn’t walk.”

“She was now trembling. She did not know what was expected of her. She felt the cool breeze of those Himalayan climbs caress her most private parts. Her eyes were full of tears. Her face was red. She was ready to turn and flee. She might well have any moment then, when they gently pressed her shoulders down, willing her to sit.”

“She bent her knees to comply and come down to the level of where he was sitting. As far as she could make out he was still sitting unmoved. Scared as she was she quickly opened a narrow slit in her eyelids to see what he was doing. He was doing nothing.”

“We were all transfixed; no one had been asked to leave, no one had been told any rules of engagement. It was as if we were not there. My body was burning as with head bowed, but eyes straining upward I could see that she was straddling him and standing in front of him. The space was lit only with dim diya lamps (small oil lamps). The light and shade contrast in illumination was dramatic, even if dim. And I saw our Queen bend her legs and lower her body. We could see the legs spread dramatically. I am sure if he had opened his eyes, he would have seen her gaping yoni (cunt). But his eyes were shut.”

“What was to happen next? What use an open and waiting yoni in front of a meditating and austere ascetic? She continued to lower her body. The two women on either side supported her to help keep balance. One hand was on the small of her back and the other between her shoulder blades. Suddenly, the hand which was passively on the small of her back, gently pushed forward.”

“She gasped loudly as her pubic hair caressed the outline of a bobbing lingam (penis) and the gates of her yoni scraped the monster. Arising from between his legs was a lance of flesh, bobbing and bouncing at an upward pointing angle. Instinctively, she drew up her knees, and her bottom descended into the receptacle of his lap. Equally involuntary was her guttural groan when the lingam speared her. It was if she had fallen on a sword and it had pierced her being.”

“In one fluid movement, her ass had snugly fit into his lap. It was another matter that the snug fit had placed her at a point where her yoni was splayed open and his lingam had stabbed into her as far as her womb. There was no obstruction from his thighs, while he still sat cross-legged. Her legs were raised and crossed his waist. tuzla anal escort The hands which were folded in supplication were now clutching at his shoulders. They were no longer needed to be folded to indicate her reverence for him; she had subjected herself in the most primeval way.”

“She held on to the powerful shoulders waiting for a thrust which never came. Her wet lips were parted in expectation of a kiss that was never planted. Her breasts ached for the pressing of his chest which never happened. Her yoni walls, held open thus, spread apart by the impossibly large lingam, watered, the way an eye might water if it has not blinked. She felt herself pour out in an unexpected but inevitable sexual response. She felt herself running like a stream, down past their point of coitus, the fluid tickling her ass as it dripped off into a puddle below them.”

“The Queen told us everything. She recounted this experience over and over again. She never got over it. She had never been fucked by a man so virile. She had never felt so massively plowed upon. And she had never felt so much with no movement. And no man had ever controlled himself in this fashion. She confessed in her bedchamber afterwards to us to having conquered many, before and after marriage. But none had ever been like this. Indeed, she even confessed that this one experience had left her a hungering soul, searching for the experience once more. The yogi would’nt turn and look at her. And no man ever felt that way again. But that was not for the want of her trying.”

“She could not stop repeating what happened to those of us who were in her inner circle. And none of us could ever after be touched by a man without comparing and imagining what our queen had experienced with the yogi.”

“Even though he did nothing, it felt as if his lingam had swollen in proportions after it had entered her. She felt a hum, a vibration in the monster embedded in her. It was if that pillar of flesh was talking to the sheath that encapsulated it. She quivered, trembling on the brink of what she thought might be an orgasm! Impossible! He had not moved; it could not be an orgasm.”

“As the vibration built up inside her, she wiggled her hips. She wanted. Scraping. Riding. She wanted to be mauled. She didn’t want to melt away in orgasm. She wanted it to be torrential. Her sexual instincts told her to heave and fuck the cock in her; that was how torrential orgasms were experienced. Ride. Touch. Scrape. Grind. Pound. But no, move as she might, she could not get him to fuck back.”

“She was now desperate. She wriggled her legs free of the hands of the women who held her apart and propped her up. She locked her legs around his back. Her arms went around him and her hands wrapped around his neck. She hoisted herself up, giving up the depth of his penetration for control over his lingam. Her yoni was trained. She knew how to fuck. She did’nt want conversation between yoni and lingam; she wanted a duel. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to conquer him. “

“She ground down with her hips on the cock below. She bounced up and down in loud grunts and squeals. She was oblivious to the surroundings and to those of us who were there to lend gravitas to a serious matter of State. She only knew the lingam in her and the pleasure it promised her. She worked and twisted her yoni on it seeking pleasure and seeking the conquest of the unconquerable.”

“She was delighted when his hands gripped her bottom, fingers digging deep into the flesh of her ass. She felt conquest within reach. But her delight gave way to despair as he held her firm, rendering her unable to move. ‘Feel. Experience. Watch,” he commanded her, his eyes opening at last. The power in them was visible, obvious and she felt unable to disobey.”

“Her face went red as a beetroot with shame and embarrassment. The object of her veneration had become the object of her lust. When he opened his eyes he was talking to the lustful woman in her. She half expected to be reproached. But all he had said to her was to experience. It was as if he sanctioned her the pleasure, but by different menas. He closed his eyes again.”

“She whimpered as her impending orgasm dwindled. And then gasped as she felt the lingam grow; yet again. She smiled as she felt the fullness, she allowed herself a gratified laugh. She could not care less for either the yogi or the spectators. Her own desperate desire was the only thing that mattered. She could not take any more deprivation.”

“She was glad it was growing. The pressure on her inside made up for the lack of movement. She was also glad it was growing only after entering her. The thought of taking in something as large as it felt now was scary. She glued her pubis to his groin, ensuring that if she could not move, at least she could swallow him whole.”

“Once again the lingam started humming and vibrating in the fullness of its flesh. It was engorged like a balloon at its apex, there was no way it could take escort tuzla bayan in more; yet energy continued to pour into the cock. Every cell in the pillar of flesh was energized and it radiated outward from its base to the cockhead. To the queen, it felt like rippling movements in the cock. It was as if every cell at every point on the cock was caressing and talking to every cell on the wall of her cunt. She closed her eyes, mind focusing on the conversation between yoni and lingam.”

“She says she could feel him inside her womb. It was as if a million hands were beating upon a million drums on the walls of her yoni. The surface of the drums, skins stretched taut, were vibrating, and resonating to the hands that were beating on them. Those skins perhaps were akin to the throbbing tunnel of flesh which was firmly holding the lingam. Except that this drum was beating back on the hands that were thumping it. She smiled as she felt her yoni vibrate back in return.”

“It was if the two were vibrating to each other. The lingam’s vibrations responded to the yoni’s counter beat. The lingam resonated to that stimulus. The rhythms of cock and cunt danced with each other. There was no movement, but at the level of the cells there was complete rejoicing, jostling, caressing and grinding.”

“She laughed as she felt satisfaction from watching the performance. His energy radiated from his lingam into her. She was caught up in his momentum and responded from somewhere deep within. At some point, both bodies of flesh started to vibrate on the same frequency and the resonances merged.”

“Suddenly, it was no longer two drums beating against one another. The skins were moving together. When one curved outward, the other curved inward. And when one curved inward the other curved outward. The curves and sinuations of both drums were matched. They ceased to be two; there was only one.”

“The crescendo began when instead of beating as two, they merged as one. Vibrations, instead of canceling out, rose to a crescendo. Their energy fields merged. There was an explosion. She felt a deep stab of heat, shock and release as the waves of the explosion radiated beyond the amalgam of yoni and lingam. She always maintained that it was not two explosions. It hit her being. She flailed. Her nervous system was staggered by the electric release of charge let into her system. In the high voltage shock that ensued, all control was lost. Her nails dug in, drawing blood. Her head lolled about, thrown back. Saliva brimmed at her wet and open lips. Eyes rolled about in her head. Her hips jerked and convulsed, the wet masses of flesh sliding ineffectually.”

“He did not stir, nor talk, nor blink. She blabbered. She called out to god, to her mother and to him and pleaded to be fucked. She banged against him aimlessly. She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks. She screamed and hollered, her voice carrying to the bachelor quarters at the far end of the ashram and the mountains beyond. Her hips ground down on him and she moaned and babbled like an insane woman. She beat her body against his chest till her physical energy was drained. And when she could do no more she fell back.”

“Her bottom was in his lap and she lay on the floor in front of him. Her legs were splayed open, heels on the floor behind him, knees up. His cock, once jutting upward, was now pulled downward embedded as it continued to be in the body lying on the floor in front. The energy from his lingam continued to flow to her. She lay, drained, occasionally twitching or thrashing as waves continued to lash her. From the flood of semen in her, from the openness of her own womb to him, and from the stab of heat she just knew that the mission was accomplished. She had been impregnated.”

“Experiencing the yogic power of another was such; the woman lay in front of him drained from having released as much energy as he had for a brief moment. He could continue, she could not. That surge from her to match him came from drawing on resources she did not know existed. And now came the exhaustion. Even as she luxuriated in the tremors and aftershocks of the main orgasm, she passed out. The yogi sat there impassively. When the erection receded and slipped out of her, she slid to the floor. We silently gathered our satiated and consummated queen in our arms and withdrew, leaving the sage to his meditation,” the old maid had concluded.

The Rajmata had often wondered in her princess years if she would ever experience a similarly sublime form of sex. But her own husband had no problems impregnating her and the Kingdom had exploded in ten days of feasting and rejoicing in the news from the palace. And yet their son now had this problem and she had chosen for her own daughter-in-law a less exotic method. Such was the reality of palace politics.

The gasp that shook the Rajmata from her reverie was not from those distant memories. It was from her daughter-in-law, who had just discovered that the Chief of Royal Guards was a good deal thicker in his endowment than the Maharaja.

That gasp was the signal for the Rajmata to assert her authority over the deed that was being undertaken. No gasps, no exploration, no desires. It was her job to make sure that he just made her pregnant and walked away with no lingering feelings or plans.

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Cathy was a smoldering, dark-haired, trim, Italian beauty who was the receptionist at work. She was always well-dressed in a tight blouse, thin bra, short skirt, hose and heels. As we often had the air conditioning on at work, her nipples were always hard and pushed out against her blouse. I used to tease her that I could tell the temperature by just how far they extended. She blushed, but the next day I swore she didn’t wear a bra because her nipples appeared even more distinct.

One night, after a dinner party at home when it was time for her to leave, I followed her into the bedroom to help her with her coat. When she saw me looking down her dress at her tits, she asked: “Would you like to see them?”

I turned her to face the mirror and stood behind her as she undid the strap of the dress and pushed the top down to reveal her tits to me in the mirror. They weren’t large, maybe B or C-size, but perfectly shaped with no sag and erect nipples. I reached around and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them and pinching the nipples which responded by becoming even longer and harder. She leaned back against me and moaned, grinding her ass against my erection. “Why don’t you come over this weekend, and I’ll whip up something hot for you” I whispered in her ear. We both knew what that meant. She agreed to meet at my place early Saturday morning. She quickly pulled up her top and tied it behind her neck, bayan tuzla escort and I helped her with her coat. I saw her to her car, and waved as she drove away – thinking about the weekend.

Early Saturday morning after a light breakfast, I slipped into my dark blue nylon briefs, made myself a drink, and laid out in my backyard for some sun. The sun warmed up my briefs, and my cock began to grow as I thought about Cathy coming over. “Something hot,” indeed, I thought to myself, thinking of her perky tits.

Soon, I heard the doorbell ring, and stepped inside to welcome my guest. As I opened the door, I was thrilled to see her wearing heels, shorts and a brief top with the buttons nearly undone. Standing inside, I looked down her blouse and saw she wasn’t wearing a bra, giving me a perfect view of her nearly bare breasts. She wasted no time in pleasantries, but reached out and gave my cock a squeeze through my briefs. I smiled and said “Come in” as I stepped aside and held the door open for her. I closed the door behind her, and sat down on the couch. “Turn around so I can see all of you,” I said, looking up at her. She raised her arms overhead, and turned slowly, giving me a nice view of her trim body and tight ass. “Awesome!” I remarked.

Standing up, I motioned for her to sit on the couch. “I’m going to take a quick shower to rinse off the suntan lotion,” I remarked. pendik escort “Why don’t you help me remove these briefs so I don’t get them wet?” She reached up, and slowly slide my briefs down, exposing my erection. She grasped me in her hand, and learning forward, took me into her mouth. Sliding her lips down my hard cock, she took me deep until her lips were brushing my hairs. She worked her mouth as she gently caressed my balls until I moaned. “Oh, GOD! No one has ever been able to take all of me like that!”

Slowly, she straightened up, letting me slip out of her mouth. She looked up and smiled at me. “Why don’t you take your shower now? But, save yourself for me. I want to taste your cream when you get out. I’ll be waiting for you.”

To say the shower was brief would be an understatement! I soaped and cleaned myself up quickly, wrapped a towel around my waist, and returned in anticipation to find Cathy standing in only her red panties waiting for me. I sat back down on the couch, and she knelt between my legs. Pulling the towel loose, she leaned over and began to suck my fresh cock again. It didn’t take me very long to get hard, when she said: “Fuck me! I want your big cock deep in my cunt. It’s so wet and ready for you.” She stood up, and bent over the arm of the couch. Her heels pushed her tight ass up, invitingly. I slipped her red panties down over her hips and tuzla kendi evi olan escort down so we could step out of them. Stepping behind her, I stroked her back down to her ass and then between her thighs.

She was dripping wet, and I knew I wouldn’t have any problem entering her. I held my cock in my hand, and rubbed it over her cunt lips until it was thoroughly lubricated, then pushed it up inside her until my head slipped inside. She sighed. “Deeper, please. Fill my cunt with your cock.” Holding her hips, I thrust upwards, driving my dock deep inside her steamy love pit. As I felt her walls contract around me, I rocked in and out in ever increasing force, driving my cock deep inside her. I slapped her quivering ass cheeks, turning them a nice pink as I fucked her forcefully. Finally, she let out a cry and stiffened, squeezing my cock deep inside her. That was all it took for me to release my pent-up cream deep inside her. I felt myself spurt once, twice, and and then a third time as I came with a groan.

The rest of the day we fucked every way possible until we were both sore and exhausted. Although I tried to finger and later penetrate her ass, she wouldn’t let me enter her there. But two out of three openings were more than well used that day.

Shortly afterwards, she left the company to move back with her parents in New York City. I sent her an erotic letter with an enclosed red lace panty. I got a very steamy letter back from her shortly afterwards – but that’s another story.

I lost contact with her over the years, although I did learn she married an old friend. I wonder if she still has that red panty I sent her and wears it from time to time, thinking of me? I like to think so.

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It’s a quiet evening at home – Jamie is doing something on his computer and I’ve been > “playing a game” on mine. And oh, what a game it is … telling some stud half my age how much I want him to stroke his cock up and down between my boobs while I’m sucking on the tip. By the time I’m done teasing him, he’s blown his load all over his monitor and I’m getting pretty heated up myself.

I can see that Jamie is involved in whatever he’s doing and quietly get out of my chair and head down the hall. As soon as I’m out of his line of sight, I strip off my shirt and drop it to the floor for him to find when he begins to get curious about where I went. Before heading upstairs, I unhook my bra and leave it hanging over the banister; then climb the stairs with my big heavy boobs bouncing and swaying as I move (thinking naughty thoughts about how much Jamie loves watching that). Once upstairs, I leave a trail of clothes down the hall to the bedroom, where I drop my panties just outside the door. Arranging some pillows where I’m going to lie, I settle down to wait for Jamie to come find me lying naked on the bed with my legs spread open so he can see all the pleasures I have to offer him …

Trembling with anticipation as I wait to hear him climbing the stairs, I lie there thinking about the teasing I had just given my young on-line lover and the pleasures yet to come, and the longer I wait, the hornier I become.

Seeking some much needed relief, I begin running my hands down my body and up again to my breasts, savoring the feeling as my grasping fingers find the hard nubs of my nipples. Imagining Jamie standing in the doorway watching, I bring one nipple up to my mouth, flicking my tongue across it, then repeat with the other one.

As the passion rises, I continue the imaginary show, one hand holding a nipple to my lips, while the other slowly slides down my body until it finds its destination between my widely spread legs. Once there, I slide a couple fingers between my lips, circling my hard clit before thrusting them deep into my soaking wet snatch.

Still needing more, I roll over to get my vibrator from the drawer. I start by rubbing it over my nipples, letting the feel of deep pulsing vibrations drive my excitement further as I continue rubbing my hard clit with my fingers.

As I get more excited, I bring the vibrator down to my clit and OMG, does that get me started! My libido goes into overdrive as I lay there sliding that vibrating toy in and out, gasping for breath as the tingling deep within tells me an orgasm is coming.

I drop the vibrator and begin using my fingers for better control, working them all around my clit, then thrusting them deep inside, before moving back to my swollen clit as the tingling sensation continues to intensify until it explodes in a blinding flash of light. My whole body spasms over and over as an orgasmic tidal wave washes over me …Then several smaller shudders leave me breathless as I start to come back down.

I hadn’t heard him coming, so he caught me by surprise when I opened my eyes and found him standing in the doorway watching me pleasure myself. I begin to breathe kurtköy rus escort faster anticipating what is to come as he walks in and sits down beside me. He starts gently massaging my full breasts, tweaking my already hard nipples before reaching down between my thighs.

Slipping a couple fingers up inside my soaking snatch, he feels how wet I am and asks, “What’s got you all heated up?”

Putting on my best innocent act, I answer, “Nothing …..”

“Looks like it was a pretty hot ‘nothing’ to me, Pat.” he says with this smug surety in his voice. “Have you been playing on the internet again?”

Still trying to look sweet and innocent, “Whatever makes you think that?”

Feigning anger, he shoots back, “Yeah, right!! I see how you are!! I think you’ve been teasing some young buck again … Telling him how much you want to suck his big black cock.”

“But this was a white guy …”

“Aha!! The truth comes out.”

“What was his name?”

“I-I-I … guess I hadn’t noticed.” I stammered out.

“You just had sex with this guy and you don’t even know his name? Just some random stranger who wanted to fuck and you said, ‘Sure.’ … Where I come from who have a word for women like you!! YEW have been playing your slut-ty little games in the chat rooms; and THEN you expect ME to take care of your problem when you get all heated up!” His is voice just dripping with contempt, but the look on his face (not to mention the bulge in his jeans) tells the real story – he’s as turned on as I am. “What did I tell you about playing these slutty little games?”

“You said you didn’t mind me being a slut as long as I was your slut and you got your share of the benefits. Are you complaining?”

“And THEN …” he continues. “After playing your slutty little games, you DARE to start without me. You’ve been a naughty … naughty girl, Pat. Assume the position!”

I kneel on the edge of the bed with my butt in the air and my knees spread open; trembling with anticipation as I hear him move to the bedside table and pull out the paddle we keep there.

I feel his hand caress first one cheek then the other and then a quick touch between my legs, fingering my clit just enough to get a deep moan from me. Then he pulls his hand away and I can feel the cool wood of the paddle touch my buns. He stands there, letting the anticipation build, for several long minutes before he starts to spank my butt. Knowing how I like it, he paddles me with a slow, even strokes that are hard enough to feel but not really sting – at least not any one stroke.

As the heat builds and my cheeks turn pink I begin to moan and move my hips and butt. After a few strokes, he stops and caresses my cheeks again – testing the heat, then slipping his hand between my thighs to tease my clit just long enough to keep me on the edge of another orgasm. Then he begins to spank me again, a little harder, but still taking it slow so I can savor every stroke. And I do …

A shiver runs through my body every time he touches my clit; moving my hips back against his teasing fingers, desperately trying to kurtköy otele gelen escort come before he stops and goes back to using the paddle.

When I’m so turned on I can’t stand it any more, I beg him to stop … to fuck me now …. But he doesn’t give in right away. He has me right where he wants me, a quivering mass ready to pleasure him any way he wants, so he does one more repeat with the paddle – really getting me hot and ready.

Finally, he lays the paddle down beside me on the bed and stands behind me as I wait, shivering with anticipation. I feel his warm hands gently caressing my sensitive buns, then he slides them forward to gently massages my hanging breasts, his fingers squeezing and rolling my nipples, before moving back between my legs to tease my clit a little more. As I feel his fingers slip inside my slick tunnel and begin exploring my most intimate depths, he asks, “What was it you wanted this guy to do to you?”

“I ….”

“No, stop. Stop right there. I don’t want to hear it. I want you to show me … Do for me what you would have done for him.”

I turn and throw my arms around him, kissing him passionately while I move my legs to straddle his; rubbing my hot mound against his leg, relishing the feeling of the rough denim against my aching clit as our tongues dance together. Stepping back, I start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing and licking the hard flesh beneath. When I reach his waist, I slowly undo his pants, making sure to rub his hard cock as I do. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I start unbuttoning his pants and slowly sliding the zipper down – being sure to teasingly rub against his hard cock as I go. I slide his pants to the floor, then begin to kiss and stroke his hard cock through his shorts.

Pulling his shorts down, I start kissing and licking the head of his cock, running my tongue around the rim, then alternating between licking up and down the length and sliding it deep into my sucking mouth; while using my free hand to raise a breast to stroke up and down his balls with a hard nipple.

When his heavy breathing tells me he’s about to come, I stand up for another long breath-stealing kiss. Moving to the bed, I lie back with my head over the side facing him. “First, he wanted me to lie back like this so he could play with my boobs while he fucks my mouth.”

As he moves closer, I start licking his balls as I feel his hands cup my breasts.

“Are you thinking of him now? Wishing you were licking his balls while he enjoys the sight of your slutty little body stretched out in front of him?”

“Mmmm … I don’t know …”

Pulling and twisting on my nipples, “Well, I think I know. I wonder if he would like sloppy seconds.” he muses. “Now suck my cock. And while you’re doing that, I want you to imagine him sitting there, stroking his cock while he watches me fuck your slutty little mouth.”

We had talked about bringing in another guy for a threesome before, but never in the throes of passion like this. This made the fantasy seem all the more real, and I find that Jamie seems to be as turned on as I am by the thought of sharing his slutty girl friend with another man.

As I’m lying there getting more and more turned on at the thought of another guy sitting there watching me suck Jamie’s cock, waiting for his turn with me, I feel a warm hand sliding down over my steaming hot mound; just barely stroking my swollen clit. Gasping for breath at the sudden new sensation, I start to squirm and thrust my hips up, trying for closer contact and he obliges by moving further to slip a couple finger inside me. I shudder with pleasure as his thumb begins rubbing my swollen clit while his fingers continue working their own magic inside me.

“Oh you like that, do you Pat?”

I respond the only way I can: by sucking harder as he continues fucking my mouth.

“Maybe he would like to be down here, exploring your treasures while he watches you sucking my cock. First with his fingers ….” letting his voice trail off as he leans forward to gently kiss my clit. “And then with his tongue.”

Trembling with anticipation, I spread my legs wider to give him easy access as he starts sucking gently on my clit, swirling his tongue around it, then he slides a couple fingers deep inside of me, rubbing my G-spot as he continues licking my swollen clit.

Between his ministrations, and the fantasy in my head, it doesn’t take long before the orgasm overtakes me and I come so hard that I forget all about sucking his cock. I moan with pleasure and climax again and again arching against his face.

As the aftershocks continue, he rolls off of me and holds me tight as I begin to float down. After giving me a few minutes to recover, we kiss passionately as his hands begin roaming all over my body, teasingly stroking and squeezing my quivering flesh.

I look up at him, “Make love to me, Jamie. I need you in there now.”

I spread my legs wide as he moves over me, trembling with anticipation as I feel him positioning his manhood. And just as I think he’s ready to enter me, he starts rubbing my clit with the head of his cock.

“I’m not finished teasing you yet,” he says with an evil grin.

I want him so badly; and I writhe and moan beneath him as he teases my clit with the head of his cock until I begin to come again. When I start to shudder, he moves down and begins furiously pounding his cock into me; prolonging my orgasm as my muscles clamp down on him and I cry out in pleasure.

He keeps pounding me until he is ready to come, then moves up to straddle my chest. Knowing what he wants, I push my breasts together, squeezing his cock between them and he begins fucking my boobs while I lick and suck the head of his cock as it comes into view.

When he tells me he’s ready to come, I let my boobs fall to the sides and pull his cock deep into my sucking mouth. I gently massage his balls with my free hand, coaxing him to come, as he slowly fucks my hot mouth.

It doesn’t take long before the pleasures of my amorous attentions prove too much for him and he feels his balls tighten, he shoves his cock deep into my waiting mouth where it explodes, shooting stream after stream of hot cum down my throat. When I have sucked the last drop from his cock, I lick it clean.

Afterwards, he moves to lie down close beside me so we can snuggle close while we catch our breath. Both of us are completely exhausted and satisfied, and we drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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Elinor Dashwood was unhappily aware that Edward Ferrars’ visit was almost at an end. Unable to postpone his departure any longer Edward bid farewell to Mrs Dashwood and asked whether Elinor might be allowed to walk with him to the gate which led out of the small orchard which adjoined their cottage.

The weather was remarkably fine, and she readily consented. ‘The view is quite magnificent,’ she said to him, ‘you’d never imagine how much there is to see.’

As soon as they were out of the house, his enquiries began.

‘Who is Colonel Brandon? Is he a man of fortune?’

‘Yes. He has very good property in Dorsetshire.’

‘But you do not mean to marry him? Think of it, Elinor. It would mean an end to all our games together. We could never play as we do now. Surely the prospect of a respectable establishment in life is insufficient to allay that loss.’

‘He loves me and will do whatever I say. And with the money I would have we could play whenever we chose.’

‘He certainly likes you. I observed him narrowly, and am convinced of it. What is the amount of his fortune?’

‘I believe about two thousand a year.’

‘I wish with all my heart it were twice as much, Elinor. For your sake.’

Elinor smiled at Edward’s continuing devotion to her well being. He really was the best playmate a woman could ever desire.

‘The plan was that I should be the one to marry,’ he continued, ‘and that is now arranged. It would be something droll, I admit, if we should both marry other people simply as a means of staying together.’

Elinor would not vouchsafe any answer. They had almost reached the gate in the dry stone wall which bounded kurtköy yeni escort their garden. The cottage was now hidden from view by the fruit trees and they both anticipated some precious moments alone before parting.

‘It is John,’ said Eleanor sharply, ‘John Dashwood. I see him approaching. He must not catch us together.’

Edward fell to the ground, and lay along the base of the stone wall. He lay still, flat on his back, completely concealed from John while Eleanor turned to address her brother, who stopped a few yards short of the wall.

‘Are you alone, Eleanor? Is Edward Ferrars no longer here? I had hoped to see him.’

‘Mr. Edward Ferrars,’ said Elinor, with resolution, ‘is going to be married. The lady is the Hon. Miss Morton, only daughter of the late Lord Morton, with thirty thousand pounds. A very desirable connection on both sides, and I have not a doubt of its taking place in time.’

As Fanny’s husband enlarged about his own plans and difficulties, Eleanor moved a few paces to her left so that the hem of her skirts brushed Edward’s face. She rocked a little, teasing him with the sight of her ankle as the hem fluttered over his face.

‘We have endured great and inevitable expenses on coming to Norland,’ began John gravely. ‘Another year or two may do much towards it, but there is still a great deal to be done.’

She could only smile and nod. John Dashwood’s absorption in his own financial affairs were a matter of general amusement for Elinor and her sisters.

‘There is not a stone laid of Fanny’s green-house,’ John continued, ‘and nothing but the plan of the flower-garden marked kurtköy sınırsız escort out.’

She moved her left foot beyond Edward’s shoulder, so that his head was completely covered by her skirts and his view of her young body was unimpeded.

‘Where is the green-house to be? Will there be a clear view?’ She opened her legs a little further, knowing how delightful an effect this would have on her beloved Edward, who could neither move nor speak, but who now had the clearest view of her stockings and her bare thighs and of the uncovered secret treasure which lay between them.

‘Upon the knoll behind the house,’ said John. ‘The old walnut trees are all come down to make room for it. It will be a very fine object from many parts of the park, and the flower-garden will slope down just before it, and be exceedingly pretty.’

‘How delightful,’ replied Eleanor, ‘nothing in the world is more agreeable than a pretty view.’

‘We have cleared away all the old thorns that grew in patches over the brow,’ said John, as Edward let out the smallest involuntary snort of laughter. Eleanor lifted her left foot and placed the small, sharp heel on his chest, exerting the tiniest pressure, and leaning her parasol on the wall to steady herself.

She knew by now that her lips would have begun to part, glistening with excitement, tracing a line of pleasure between the light brown hair of her sex. Edward would be scarcely able to breath. Nothing excited him more than one of their games secretly played out in public.

‘Mrs Ferrars seems a most valuable woman indeed,’ said John. ‘Her house, her style of living, all bespeak kurtköy sarısın escort an exceeding good income; and it is an acquaintance that has not only been of great use to you hitherto, but in the end may prove materially advantageous.’

Eleanor stole a quick glance at her lover, prostrate beneath her. It was as she had thought. His excitement was visible, it was stretching the fabric of his tight breeches, and almost calling to her.

‘Her inviting you to town is certainly a vast thing in your favour; and indeed, it speaks altogether so great a regard for you, that in all probability when she dies you will not be forgotten.’

At this, Eleanor made her final move. Moving a few inches more to her left, she extended her young legs still further and with the wall to support her weight, she lifted her left boot from Edward’s chest and placed it firmly on his rampant cock. She twisted the sole a few times and felt his whole body judder with pleasure. Her own release would have to wait, but she would take the memory of this dangerous game into her bed that night, where it would be replayed in her mind and consummated with her fingers.

Adjusting her weight so that she was well balanced once more, Elinor smiled at her brother’s continuing account of the new green-house. She squeezed her thighs together and felt the pulse of pleasure which her arousal had brought. For a few moments she heard nothing of her brother’s voice, and thought only of Edward.

‘But I shall have a charming account of our meeting to carry to Fanny,’ he said, as he turned to leave.

‘Indeed,’ replied Eleanor, ‘and you must carry our affections with you.’

As John retreated from earshot, she gazed down at her beloved Edward.

‘I hope you can remember everything that just happened,’ she smiled. ‘If we manage to arrange a walk tomorrow I shall expect a charming account of the view I just gave you of my own dear fanny and of what you would like me to let you do with her the next time we’re alone.’

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My Graduate School Romance – Katie’s Perspective

Katie’s initial view of Sean’s graduate school experience.

This is a sidebar to the primary story My Graduate School Romance. You do not need to read that story to enjoy this one. Most of this story is set in the nineties and aughts (2000s). Remember things were slightly different then. Everyone is at least 18.

The characters in this story are flawed, just like you and me. Sometimes they make bad decisions as they struggle to live their lives. Sometimes they make life changing decisions. Again, all characters and situations are complete fiction, a product of my fertile imagination. Any similarity to actual people and situations is purely a coincidence. All constructive criticism is welcome.

*****

I grew up in Florida in a military town, but I didn’t have much to do with the military. My childhood was average to boring. Everything changed when I hit puberty. Within a year I went from a flat-chested girl to a buxom teen. I suddenly became very popular with the guys. My Mom tried to prepare me as much as possible and she very clearly explained to me the ways of men.

Nevertheless, I had a bit of a rebellious streak. Mom wanted one-piece swimsuits, I demanded bikinis. Mom wanted modest bikinis, I demanded sexy-as-hell bikinis. Eventually we settled on something in between.

During the spring of my senior year I started dating a cute, geeky guy named Simon. He took me to the senior prom and afterwards we drove down to the Gulf to a secluded part of the beach. Neither one of us knew what we were doing, but we both lost our virginity that night.

After high school I attended our local junior college to save money. Simon went off to a top engineering college and we let the relationship fade away. At first I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I just wanted to get my general education requirements out of the way before I went off to Florida or Florida State. One requirement was to have an arts class. I wasn’t interested in drawing or painting. When my advisor told me that music was art and I could take guitar lessons, I signed up right away.

My guitar teacher told me I was a natural and I was soon playing all sorts of music. I sang along with myself, but I didn’t have a strong voice. I loved singing harmony when someone would join me. During the summer between my first and second year of junior college, my life started changing – a lot.

It was in late May. After my guitar lesson I was approached by this long-haired guy named Matt. He told me about his band. They had lost their bassist. I told Matt that I didn’t play bass and he explained that the bass was essentially just the top four strings on a regular guitar. He begged me to consider joining them. They had a bass guitar and amp for me and he’d drop it off at my house. I told him that I’d consider it after I tried out the bass.

Now this was the mid-nineties and the post-punk, post-grunge era. Matt said that the band played pretty simple stuff, but they were trying to get better. They had a regular Friday night gig at a bar down on the beach. They didn’t make great money, but they had hopes. I told Matt where I lived and that afternoon when I got home there was a guitar case and an amp waiting for me in our living room.

My Dad asked me what was up and I explained that these guys wanted me to join their band. I brought out the bass and I was shocked to find that it was nearly as big as I was. I’m a shade under five feet tall and the guitar was nearly four feet long. I put the strap over my shoulder and my Dad started laughing.

I plugged in the amp and found the cord. Then I started playing a simple walking bass line, then I started improvising.

That’s when Dad stopped laughing, “Damn Katie! You’re good at that.”

I felt so empowered playing that huge instrument. My Dad reminded me that Tina Weymouth, Juliana Hatfield, and Kim Gordon were famous female bassists. I found a picture of Tina on the internet and I realized I was just like her! The bass was huge compared to her.

I have since found out that the bass Matt lent me was a classic – a 1968 Fender Precision. I loved the color, a surf green. The sound was great, rich and warm. When I showed up for my first rehearsal in Matt’s garage, the two other guys in the band had the same reaction that my Dad had. It was great shutting them up when I started playing.

In addition to Matt playing guitar, Sammy was on drums, and Butch played lead. It took me a while to get used to the size of the instrument, but it was so much fun making music with them. We played mostly punk and grunge, plus some simple, old rock and roll songs like Wild Thing and Gloria. Matt had me sing some Joan Jett and Courtney Love songs. We practiced three times that week and by the time Friday came along, we were ready.

The place we played at was called The Sand Crab and was down on the beach. It attracted locals, tourists, and military. Since it was kurtköy olgun escort summer, the guys asked me to wear a bikini to the gig. I told them that as long as they were wearing beach gear too, I’d wear one. The guys showed up wearing baggy swim shorts hanging low on their hips, the kind that were popular then. Matt and Sammy went shirtless, while Butch wore a cut-off tank top. Sammy and Butch wore sneakers. Matt went barefoot and his shorts were so low, the top of his pubes curled over his waistband. We were definitely pushing the limits.

By this time in my life I had decided that my boobs were my best feature. I didn’t necessarily want to flaunt them, but I wasn’t going to hide them either. I picked out a bikini with a modest bottom. I didn’t want to be sporting a camel toe. The top on the other hand was unlined. If I got chilled, then I’d have some nice pokies as Simon called them. The way I slung the bass, it hid my crotch, but my boobs were out there for all the world to see. I decided I would wear shorts and a t-shirt back and forth to the bar, then strip down for the gig.

That first night, we were a big hit. Our music was good, but there were a lot of guys who stuck around to see the buxom bassist. Between sets I had guys all over me. I had to ask Matt and the boys to run interference for me. They enlisted the help of the bouncer so I could have some peace. Things started getting crude around eleven that night when the drunks got active. I liked to tap my foot, which I soon found out made my boobs jiggle a little.

I heard all sorts of comments: “Nice tits!” “Bounce them boobies!” “Lose the bikini!” “Love the nips!” “God, I want to fuck you!”

At one point a drunk guy started coming at me. Butch stepped up and punched him in the face right in the middle of a song.

Matt stopped the song, “If you fuckers can’t treat Katie with respect, we’re fucking leaving! She’s a fucking great musician and a really cool person! Be fucking nice!”

The man could drop an f-bomb! The place started cheering like crazy. The rowdies settled down. At the end of the night, Sammy and Butch made sure I got home safely.

The bar was owned by this guy named Louie and he said his bar sales when up four fold that first night. To curb the leering and cat-calls, I decided that I would wear a t-shirt and shorts over my bikini. When Louie saw what I was wearing he begged me to lose the t-shirt. I told him he’d need to talk to Matt. He was our leader.

Before we started playing, Matt called us together. “Louie wants Katie to wear her bikini again. I told him ‘no’. He said he’d pay extra and I told him she wasn’t a whore that could be paid.”

Butch nodded, “Good fucking move. Katie, you’ve got a great rack, but we’re not selling that.”

I looked at him with my bitch eyes, “I suppose I should take that as a compliment.”

Butch looked sheepish, “Oh sorry man. I didn’t mean it like that.”

I smiled at him, “I know you didn’t. I appreciate you guys looking out for me. I got an idea. Louie said sales went way up right?”

Sammy nodded, “Yeah.”

“How about if we ask for a cut? Then if I feel like I need to lose the t-shirt sometimes, then it will be my choice, not Louie’s.”

Matt looked at the others, “Whatta ya think?”

Sammy nodded, “That’s cool.”

Butch looked at me, “Katie you’re fucking good. You can wear a nun’s outfit as far as I’m concerned. You’d be a fucking hot nun though. There’s no fucking pressure okay?”

“Thanks Butch.”

Butch looked at Matt, “Go talk to Louie.”

Louie agreed to give us twenty percent of profits as long as we would start playing both Friday and Saturday. I could wear whatever I wanted, but maybe sometimes I would be too hot for a t-shirt and I could just go with a bikini top. He also agreed to hire another bouncer to be my security detail. After that I would usually lose my t-shirt for the last set.

Another big change happened the following Wednesday when my best friend Trish and I went downtown to a nickel beer night. The bar was this mash-up of all sorts of styles and furniture. It was a popular trend back then. We were standing in a repurposed pulpit when a tall redhead started talking to me.

I found out his name was Tom, but his friends called him ‘Red’. He had just arrived at the navy base and was going to be there for at least eighteen months.

Tom and I hit it off and by the end of the night I had given him my phone number. He said he’d call me.

When I came home from class the next day, my Mom handed me a note: Tom called. Please call him back. It gave his phone number. These were the days before cell phones and typically you either got someone or left a message on their answering machine.

I called and I got Tom on the second ring, “Hey Katie! I was wondering if you’d like to go do something on Friday?”

“I’m sorry. I’m working. But you can come see me work.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m tuzla escort in a band.”

I gave him the details and he promised to show up.

Friday night I wore a crop top with a more modest bikini underneath. At the first break, Tom called out to me. I waved him over. I told Rocco, my security guy, that Tom was cool.

Tom looked at Rocco, then at me, “What’s up with him?”

“He’s my security guy.” I explained what had happen the previous week.

Tom laughed, “I’ll make sure I stay on your good side.”

He was very nice and oh so polite. I learned he was at a military school and had just been commissioned. He had to explain all the navy stuff to me because I was clueless. Up until this point I had just ignored the military guys, but Tom had me interested.

I should also mention that my guitar instructor had fully embraced my switch to the bass. He taught be all kinds of cool things. Within weeks I felt like could play anything the band wanted to do. He also taught me a lot about playing gigs. Twice he came out and watched us play. Between sets I introduced him to my band mates and he had a lot of helpful things to tell us.

*****

That year was one of the best of my life. We made some good money in the band and I became very good friends with Tom. One thing I never figured out was why he never tried anything with me, not even kissing and hugging.

Trish thought that he might be gay, but I didn’t think so. He loved looking at my boobs, albeit very discretely. Several times when we went to the beach together he took pictures of me in my bikini.

I just didn’t get it, he didn’t hug me, kiss me, nothing. I loved being with him, but I really wanted him to take our relationship to the next level. He never did and I was too bashful to bring it up.

The following fall, I went off to Gainesville and Tom was transferred to a base about twelve hours away. Four times he flew in to see me. He stayed in my apartment each time.

One evening when we came back from dinner he started giving me a back massage. He had me lay down on the floor on my stomach. He pulled my shirt up and undid my bra. I thought he was finally going to make a move on me. He must have massaged me for an hour. I was tempted to roll over, but I guess I was waiting for him to make the first move. Eventually he put my bra back on and pulled my shirt down. End of massage. Then he went to bed.

A short time later Tom moved to California and our relationship just faded away. About a year later I got a postcard that he sent from Japan.

Dear Katie,

Hope all is well. We should get together when I get back. Japan is amazing. I’d love to bring you here someday.

All my love,

Tom

All my love! Maybe he’s ready! I found out when he was due back in the United States and I got his phone number from information. I called his number and a woman answered. I found out that he had gotten married! To this day I kick myself for not encouraging him more. Maybe I should have made the first move. I was just so naïve. Losing Tom was one of the major disappointments of my life.

*****

During my time in Gainesville I became very lonely. I didn’t have the excitement of the band. I didn’t have Tom. I really didn’t even have friends. I decided to pursue nursing and focused on my studies. I got my nursing degree and passed my RN exam. Part of me wanted to move back home, but I found out that the band had broken up and everyone had gone their separate ways. Instead, I decided I needed to get out of Florida. I got a job working at a hospital in the Midwest.

I settled in and the work was so rewarding. I loved nursing, although the hours were grueling. I started seeing a guy named Dave I met at a training course I was required to attend. It didn’t take long for us to become lovers. He was attentive and caring. I remember the first time I had an orgasm. Oh my god! How did I not know about them! Dave taught me a lot about my body and myself. I learned how to give a blow job. I learned how to use a man’s penis during intercourse to give myself an orgasm.

I had a year-long sexual awakening. For an additional three years I had a close, loving relationship with Dave. It seemed like any day he would ask me to marry him. Then one morning he told me that he was going to move on. I was shocked. I never saw it coming.

*****

The way I dealt with our break up was to go back to school. I enrolled at the local university and earned a master’s degree in nursing. That’s when I discovered that I wanted to teach. One of my professors encouraged me to apply to the doctoral program there.

I did a lot of research and found out that if I attended classes full-time I could complete the program in three and a half to four years. Part-time might take seven years. I didn’t want any more student loans so I applied for several scholarships and eventually landed a full ride.

I started the program the following pendik escort January. The classes really pushed me, but they were so much fun. I started working at the university’s clinic on a part time basis to keep my nursing skills current.

In March I saw an ad in the student newspaper that a local band was looking for a bassist. I called the number and spoke to Elena. I told her about the beach band and she wanted me to audition. The problem was I didn’t have a guitar. Elena said they had some money stashed away for equipment and if I made the cut, they’d buy the guitar and amp.

I went down to a local pawn shop. They had a 1974 Precision Bass with a natural finish for $750. The guy threw in an amp for another hundred. I went back and practiced for an afternoon. That evening I showed up at Lindsey’s garage. Elena introduced me to the band: a young undergrad named Pete on drums, a scraggly guy named Keith on guitar. Lindsey was a tall redhead who played keyboard. Finally, the stunning Elena who sang and played a number of instruments.

They asked me to play something. I decided to go for broke and played John McVie’s famous bass line from ‘The Chain’. I nailed it. Pete and Keith joined in and the three of us sounded great. Elena said that she didn’t need to hear anymore and I was officially a member of Radio Renaissance.

*****

I really enjoyed playing in the band. They weren’t punk or grunge like I was used to, but they worked hard and I really liked contributing to the harmonies.

This was also the first time I had been in a band with women. Elena was a little prudish, but Lindsey flaunted her sexuality. After one practice, she took Keith by the hand and pulled him into her house. He gave me a shit-eating grin as if to say ‘Guess what we’re going to do?’

During a break between sets at one gig, Lindsey pulled Pete in the back room. When they came out he had a look of euphoria that indicated he had most likely had an orgasm.

It was sometime in June that Elena instituted a ‘no romance in the band’ rule. When she told us, she was looking directly at Lindsey.

Afterwards Lindsey took me aside, “Just between you and me, I don’t give a shit about romance. I just like to fuck. Fucking without romance is my preferred poison.”

Elena’s rule raised the tension in the band. It was obvious to me that Lindsey was doing Keith and Pete as often as possible. They did a horrible job hiding it.

At every rehearsal, Elena would give the three of them hell. By August, Keith had had it and told Elena that he quit. Losing him hurt us a little, but not a lot. Comparing the band with and without Keith, there wasn’t a lot of difference. I later found out that he rarely practiced. In hindsight, he wasn’t contributing a lot.

Elena placed an ad in the school newspaper and over the next month or so we auditioned a couple of guitarists. No one really stood out and Elena seemed to be pretty discouraged.

*****

It was the second week in October. My classes were going really well. I was pulling five day shifts a week at the university clinic. That money, plus my scholarship had me set financially.

As we were setting up for our Thursday gig, Elena mentioned that she got a call from a guitarist who seemed promising. Hopefully, he would show up tonight.

The last two we auditioned were pretty bad. I had decided to give Elena until Halloween to find someone and then I would quit too. Making music was fun, but things had become a hassle. The extra money just wasn’t worth it. We made a little over $50 a week. Four hours of rehearsal, plus four hours in the gig meant we were making about $7 an hour. I guess I was thinking back to those heady days on the beach. By the time I went to Gainesville, we’d each make $400 over a weekend for about eight hours work.

The band had just finished our first set. I saw a tall redhead walk over to Elena. Is that him? Please let him be good. I thought back to Tom. I had a soft spot in my heart for redheads.

Elena introduced us to him. His name was Sean. Lindsey, Pete, and I went over to the bar for some non-alcoholic refreshment. Lindsey took Pete’s arm and disappeared into the back room, undoubtedly for some kind of sex.

I went over and sat on chair at the side of the stage and watched Elena and Sean. Pete and Lindsey reappeared. Lindsey was wiping her face so I was thinking Pete got a blow job. Elena set Sean up with her Telecaster and he took a position at the back of the stage next to Pete. Elena had given him a binder with all the tabs in them in case he didn’t know the songs well enough.

Give him a chance Katie. Right off the bat I could tell Sean knew what he was doing. Even though it wasn’t his guitar, he had the tone set up so that his playing fit in with the rest of us. He had a solid rhythm, creative picking, and every once in a while he’d throw in an appropriate fill. I didn’t hear any mistakes.

We were about halfway through the set when Elena turned to Sean and asked him if he knew Tracy Chapman’s “Revolution.” I saw him nod and Elena handed him her acoustic. He looked over at me and he had a wide grin. Elena had given him a little challenge and he knew he was up to it. He started the opening riff and was playing beautifully.

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