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I read your text message and make a snap decision. I run upstairs and put on something I know you’ll like. I spritz on your favorite scent and do a quick hair and makeup check. Then I grab my keys and head out the door.

I start the car and before I pull away I send you an appropriate reply to the message that prompted me into action. I continue to reply to your messages when I hit the red lights. You have no idea I’m on my way and I want to keep it that way.

When I arrive I park the car, and then tiptoe up the stairs to your door. I don’t knock. Instead I send you a message. “Let me in,” it says.

You must be puzzled because we never meet without planning it first. You don’t send a reply, and though it takes long seconds, you finally open the door.

Your eyes light up when you see me standing there. There’s nothing special about the way I look. I’m wearing jeans and a sweater, the same thing I would wear for a very casual lunch date with you. Still, you are happy to see me and draw me to you for a much needed hug.

You’ve had kind of a rough day. Not really bad, you just dealt with some irksome things at work. I can feel the tension in your embrace so I pull away, take your hand, and lead you to the futon in your living room.

I instruct you to take off your shirt and lay face down. You silently comply. I straddle you, lean in and kiss you tenderly on your neck, then sit back up and get to work. I knead the muscles of your back, concentrating first on your shoulders and working my way down to your lower back. You slowly begin to relax. Your eyes are closed and I study your profile. I keep kneading until you are pliant.

I stand up and peel off my sweater. You don’t move. I strip off my jeans then lean down and whisper in your ear “Hey, come here…” Then I move into your line of vision. Your eyes slowly open and when you focus on me I see a çankaya escort look of shock and then appreciation cross your features. I am clad in a black leather corset adorned with red ribbon and matching black leather shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. I’ve never attempted to wear anything like it before but I can see that you are pleased.

You push up off of the futon, come to me, and whisper “You’re beautiful”. You hold me at arms length and look me up and down. Then you drop your hands and circle me, drinking in the sight of me. You don’t know what to say but that’s ok. You don’t have to say anything. Once you’re standing back in front of me I reach out to you, wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you softly, slowly, and deeply. You’re shaking ever so slightly from anticipation of things to come.

You pull away, take my hand, and lead me to your bed. We stop at the foot and gaze into each other’s eyes, both wanting to begin what we know will be intensely beautiful, yet wanting to preserve these moments for as long as we can. You reach out and cup my cheek in the palm of your hand. Then you trail your fingers down my jaw and down my throat, stopping at the cross ties at the top of the corset. You are shirtless and I am itching to get my hands on you but I don’t. I’m savoring the chemistry between us.

You take my hand and twirl me so that I’m facing away from you. You slowly untie the ribbon that’s holding me inside the corset and begin to unlace it. Once the ribbon is unlaced you turn me back to face you. You peel the corset off of me and drop it at our feet. You then lean into me and gently kiss my neck. I tilt my head away from you, giving you full access. You are holding me close so that we are skin to skin. Electric currents flow between us.

I pull away slightly, staring into your intensely keçiören escort dark eyes and undo the button of your jeans. You keep your hands on my waist and don’t break eye contact. I slowly slide the zipper down, and then slide the pants down your legs. You step out of them. You are still wearing your briefs; I’m still wearing the leather shorts. I sit on the bed and scoot back away from you. We still have not broken eye contact and you follow me to the head of the bed on your hands and knees.

I am lying on my back, you are hovering over me. You lean in and kiss me, just a whisper of a kiss at first and gradually gaining intensity. Soon your kisses are urgent and your breathing is heavy. You raise your head and whisper that you can’t believe this is happening this way.

I lean up and meet your lips again and push myself on you, guiding you so that you settle onto the pillow. I place my hand on your chest at the base of your throat and trail it down, over your belly, and down to the band of your briefs and gently tug at them. You lift your hips just enough for me to remove them. I position myself between your legs and slide up the length of your body, creating a long stroke of friction over your hardness. You suck in a breath and murmur “Jesus…”

I hold myself above you. You hook your fingers into my shorts and drag them down. I kick them off, and then go from being between your legs to straddling you. I am slick and dying to feel you rubbing against me and so I lower myself so that the length of you is flat against your lower belly. I position myself so that you are touching my clit and I move my hips so that I’m sliding over you.

Fireworks are bursting behind my closed eyelids. I have to slow down before I go completely over the edge. I slide off of you and take you in my hand. I rub my thumb etimesgut escort across your slick, velvety head. You put your hand on top of mine and guide me in a way that makes you feel good. I follow your lead for a few seconds but then shake your hand off of mine and reposition myself so that I am back between your legs.

Your eyes are open and I lock mine with yours as I lean down and flick my tongue over your head. You shudder and I continue to tease you. When you don’t seem like you can take any more I take you in my mouth as far as you will go. I slide my head back up and twirl my tongue around the tip of you. I go back down about half way and stop, letting suction build. I begin bobbing up and down, maintaining the suction, establishing a rhythm, and maintaining it until I can feel you straining for more. I come to a stop before you explode and end by scraping my teeth across your tip. You writhe and grab me by the arms, flip me over on my back, and you begin teasing my clit with your tongue. You’re expert rhythm quickly sends me almost to the breaking point. You slow down, but don’t stop. You alternate between licking me and suckling. My head is spinning and I beg you to stop so you do.

I take a moment to catch my breath. You laugh and move up beside me, laying down facing me and run your hand over my torso. I am very sensitive and you linger in some places while grazing over others. We stay like that for a few moments before I stroke your erection. Before you have a chance to anticipate it I straddle you and take you inside me. There is nothing slow or lazy about the pace I set. It is fast and furious and I try not to lose the rhythm as the first orgasm crashes through me. The first wave passes and I continue, listening to you fighting your own battle to hold on.

You take advantage of my weakness after multiple orgasms to roll us over and set your own fast and furious pace. I can’t catch my breath and you are making the wave build again. I’m clinging to you as you finally fall over the edge.

You collapse next to me trying to catch your breath. We lie separately until we cool down, and then reach for each other. You hold me, my head on your shoulder, and we drift quietly off to sleep.

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In gratitude to M, who dare to ask and dared to act.

I had been living almost five months under a painful spell of celibacy. For a guy who wanted out of our marriage, Bill didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move out of our house and on with his life. We’d separated sleeping arrangements on July 4th. I know it’s supposed to be Independence Day but I was feeling anything but free of his tyranny as Fall approached. I felt trapped in this role he preferred to reality, playing a ‘good wife’ for appearances only, in a marriage that existed only on paper. Our children weren’t supposed to know, nor our friends, nor the professional community in which he marked his real worth to the world. And the only reason I stayed in my trap was because I hoped to avoid the financial and emotional costs of a contested divorce. Negotiations between us were ongoing.

On September 6th that year, he barely wished me a happy birthday, certainly not a card or a gift. My fortune cookie the weekend before had read, “A friend is a gift you give yourself.” At the suggestion of an online confidante, I decided to give myself a very special birthday present. I posted my profile on one of the online services. I sought only erotic email or chat. This seemed safest given Bill’s hovering presence and his intermittent threats of custody battles over our son.

On the very first day, perhaps the very first hour my profile became available online, I received an email from you. Without even intending it, you began to break through both spells of celibacy under which I’d found myself living. The one (which only got worse after exchanging steamy emails with you and other online lovers) was the celibacy of my body. I began to trust you and found myself placing a call to your office, almost without meaning to go that far. We began to speak over the phone almost daily, and when your number appeared on caller I.D. my clit would throb and my breath would catch eryaman escort in my throat, anticipating our conversation. Whenever your voice reached out to me over the miles between us, my pussy ached for you. The real surprise was that other spell of celibacy that I didn’t even know had been cast over me until you removed it. You ended the celibacy of my heart. You gave me permission to care about you.

It’s winter now and cold here. Bill recently bought himself a down comforter at Costco so he has the heat down to 65 degrees all day. Ever since moving into the spare bedroom he has become more and more oblivious to my needs, not just sexually. My room has the high cathedral ceilings and gets chillier than his which is a normal height. I decided to get into bed in my clothes and undress underneath my quilt. I was wearing a pair of Danskin tights and as I put my hands in the waistband and began to lower them, I imagined it was your hands removing my clothes and exposing my body to your touch. I pulled them down very slowly, stopping every few inches to stroke the bare skin as I imagine you might do. This was getting me very aroused. Once they were down near my knees, I imagined you stroking me gently from waist to knees, barely touching me, just feeling me respond. I actually began to moan at this point.

For a while you had me imagining you running your hands up and down all the exposed surfaces of my body. You decide you need more of me and begin to lower the tights further down past my knees. You part my legs so you can stroke the insides of my thighs now that the tights do not bind me around my knees. You don’t ever directly touch my pussy but just stroke near and around it. I began to roll from side to side and imagined you were stroking the backs of each of my thighs from my ass to the hollows behind my knees. This all seemed incredibly real to me at the sincan escort time, like you and I were somewhere together learning each other’s bodies. I’m trying to keep my moaning down because I’m not alone in the house but everything feels incredibly hot.

At some point you go back to my breasts. You lower the straps half way down my upper arms and begin to stroke my shoulders and the part of my chest that is exposed. It’s hard to be quiet now. You do this slowly and gently and I feel myself getting so caught up in it, it’s hard to believe that our words and my re-enactment can do this to my body. My hands are beginning to feel like your hands as you slide them under the edges of my bra. You lower the straps even further and continue teasing me with your light touching and gentle squeezing and stroking. At some point, my arms come out of the straps and you lower the cups over my breasts until I’m fully accessible to your touch. You’re still gentle but more insistent. You take possession of my breasts and mold them to your hands, more of the bra is lowered down. Even as you lower it, you are still stroking the bare skin everywhere. As the bra reaches my waist still fastened around me you stroke me above and inside of that, I feel incredibly aroused wearing it like a waist cincher around the naked skin.

You run your hands down my body once more and remove the tights from around my knees and kick them out of bed. Now I’m completely bare except for the girdle of my bra still fastened around my waist. You stroke me everywhere you can reach. I get into a higher and higher state of arousal, moving my body to give more access to your hands. You remove the bra at last and pull your focus back to my breasts. You haven’t touch my clit at all but when you run your hands past my pussy I can feel how wet I’m getting.

At this point you begin to really work on my breasts, etlik escort stroking them, squeezing them …all your attention goes to the nipples and you begin tugging gently, letting go and stroking again. Alternating this until I’m sure there is nothing to me but that. As you are doing this I begin to experience the connection between my pussy and what you are doing to my nipples. Tugging, making them even harder, pinching a little, twisting just enough to make the shock waves travel right down my body to my clit. I begin raising my hips up and down as I imagine you there watching me get more and more flushed. Slowly I feel the beginnings of an orgasm building. As you put all your energy into teasing, tugging and twisting my nipples, I begin cumming and continue cumming for several minutes. I knew this was possible but I couldn’t remember when or if it had last happened to me. God, it felt so incredibly wonderful that as I finish I curl into a ball and begin to cry. I am still incredibly aroused and I want a hard cock to wrap around as I continue throbbing and moaning. I miss the connection of two bodies together, cumming in someone’s arms.

Warning: I have been known to break into tears after orgasm or to resolve into uncontrollable laughter. I think it’s physiological but it can be disconcerting if you’re not expecting it. Sign of a cosmic experience.

My husband had two predictions, he’s half Italian so I’ll call the first one a curse. “Without me, you’d be living out of a shopping cart or lying dead under a bridge.” I suppose that was intended to entice me to stay with him for the promised economic benefits and so he wouldn’t have to mar his facade of respectability. Funny bit of reverse psychology. On a better day, he’d speak out of his Irish half and send me a blessing, “You’ll just have lots of lovers and then remarry.” I’m supposing that relieved him of his guilt over being the one to call it quits without giving me so much as a backwards glance. But Bill is not the focus of my story, so I do not write to call attention to his errant ways. I came filled with gratitude to you for being the first to show me the way to Door Number Two. And when I do remarry I hope it’s someone just as open and genuine as you have always been with me.

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“Ari, could you come help me a second?” Kacey called from the office.

“What do you need Kacey?”

“I need help with this sex scene,” she said.

“Right, Ms. Porn Writer needs help with a sex scene,” Ari said sarcastically.

“No, really. I’m trying to get this one right, and it just won’t work. I can’t get the mechanics right. So, I figured you, the ex-military computer geek, should be able to help. Plus, you’re a guy.”

Ari thought about this for a moment. He and Kacey were on again off again lovers. Sort of friends with privileges. So, her request wasn’t all that off.

“Okay, what’s the scene you can’t wrap your brain around?” he asked.

“I have this Special Ops guy that left the military. He is really good at his job and the military wants him back. So, they send out a team to pick him up. However, he’s hiking up in this remote wilderness and the team they send in is really ignorant of the area. Most of them get killed. One of the survivors is a woman. The Special Ops guy and her are hiking their way out and a relationship develops.”

“Okay, what’s so hard about that? You’ve written that type of scene before,” said Ari.

“Yeah, sorta. However, I need to be in his head more and understand her reluctance or shyness to be with this guy who is not exactly a saint.”

“Oh, I see the problem… You don’t know how to deal with a sweet and innocent? Or, is it the head case?” Ari teased.

“It’s both. I’m use to doing the slam-bang-thank you for the orgasms, slutty crowd. The story originally didn’t have any sex in it. It was suppose to be a story about this guy and how he evades the bad guys. Then it morphed. Now I’m stuck trying to get into the proper head space and I can’t even get the dialog right, let alone the actual sex,” she said getting up from her computer.

“So, how do you want to do this?”

“Well, read what I have so far and then let’s talk. Maybe if I can figure out the dialog, I can manage the sex scene.”

“Okay, pull the story up,” said Ari.

Kacey sat down at the computer and pulled up the story. She set it to page one and walked away. She knew better than to stand over Ari’s shoulder while he read.

Ari sat down and started to read. About ten pages in, this story started sounding really familiar. He turned to Kacey who was in the kitchen and caught her attention. “Hey, I thought you said you were having trouble getting into this guy’s head?”

“I am. Just not in that section.”

“Okay. Cause at this point, it looks like you picked my brain and I didn’t even notice.”

“I… I sorta did. Took all the stories you’ve told me and set them in a framework for this guy.”

“Alright, so we know we have a special ops guy who sleeps with a 9mm under his pillow, has a bit of Post Tramatic Shock going on because he had to blow away a few two many civilian types that aimed guns at him and that while he left the military, the military wants him back.”

“Right. And they have gone to some pretty extensive lengths to try and get him back. And before you ask, I have not set out the reason they want him back. There is a section I’m going to set in when I finally get that bit done. The sex scenes blew that out of the water.”

“I’m going back to reading now,” he said. Reads like my fucking diary he thought as he clicked the page down button. Kacey had a good story going and the gory bits were… gory. She had listened to him probably one time to many. Or, she’d been watching movies like The Hunted. That one made his skin crawl the first time he saw it. Way too close to the truth. Hell, it was like watching himself on the screen. Ari stretched and kept reading.

Kacey watched Ari read her story when she passed back and forth between the office and the kitchen. She still had no clue of how to write this bit coming up.

“Hey! I like the bit where he throws her in the river tied up in the tent. Good mechanism to get rid of any weapons.”

“Thought you’d like that. Took me thirty minutes to figure out that bit,” she said.

“I can believe that.”

Twenty minutes later, Ari walked into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and watched Kacey finish up some supper. She put the bowls of stew down on the table and they started eating.

“Kacey, how about we role play this?” asked Ari.

“What?”

“Role play. Act it out. Put some paper by the bed if your wonderful eidetic memory craps out on you,” Ari said between bites.

Kacey thought about this for a minute. “Hmmm, that just might work. You willing to play along?”

“Hey, you asked me for help, remember?”

“Yeah. Let’s finish this and then go work,” she said.

Ari nodded and they both worked on finishing the stew.

Kacey sat on the bed. She’d put on jeans, a tee shirt and a long sleeved shirt on. She pulled her hair back in a tight braid and waited for Ari to finish.

“You know, I haven’t played dress up in years,” he said.

“Yeah, but this is for a good cause. My story and we both get laid,” Kacey said with a smile.

“Uhuh. rus escort So where do you want to start?”

“Well, they’ve broken into this cabin. Plenty of supplies, wood and a bed. First one either has seen in a week of living rough. It isn’t so hard on him, because he’s use to living a little rougher. She on the other hand is usually a desk jockey. She might be a soldier, but she hasn’t played in the dirt since basic.”

“Okay. So, I’ve taken the ropes off of your wrists and we’ve eaten. Next is to get ready to sleep for the night,” said Ari.

“Yeah. They’ve been sleeping side by side for the last week and neither one wants to admit that there are any feelings of attraction for the other. Oh, and you can’t forget that he got hurt falling down that section of the cliff face.”

“How in the hell am I suppose to play that out?” Ari asked.

Kacey smiled and handed him the duct tape. “Put a piece of it where Diego in the story got hurt. That way when it pulls, you’ll remember that you’re injured. If I touch it, you flinch. Got the idea?” she asked.

“Yeah.” Ari took the tape, pulled his pants down and stuck duct tape in places where the story has him injured. He pulled his clothes back in place and gave Kacey the tape.

She took the tape and put some on her wrist where she was suppose to have scraped it. Her characters had fallen and gotten rather bruised up.

“Now what?” Ari asked.

“You know the basics. Diego and Sara go to bed, He’s hurting and so she offers to massage a cramp. It goes from there and they have sex.”

“Gee, from that description, you might get two whole paragraphs.”

“Oh shut up! This is why I asked for your help. I’m stuck.”

“Okay. Ten seconds until characters. After that, you are Sara and I am Diego. Got it?”

“Yeah. Just stay in character,” Kacey said. Part of the reason she agreed to this is because her own sex life was a bit jaded and trying not to write that into the character of Sara was making her crazy.

“Get your boots off and lay down.” Diego said quietly.

Kacey was still trying to get in the head space and didn’t pay attention to Ari. Next thing she knew, Ari was next to her and had grabbed her wrist. This startled her.

“What?”

Get your boots off now. I’m tired and not into playing games.” he said gruffly.

Suddenly, Kacey realized that Ari was in character. Damn, that was fast she thought. He jostled her again and she sat on the bed to take off her boots. She got that done and then laid down on the bed. Ari was still struggling with his boots. Injury tape reminded him to move slowly.

“Can you give me a hand?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

She stood up, and knelt in front of Diego to undo his boots. As she pulled he winced. She wondered why he did that and then remembered that ‘Diego’ was injured and she was suppose to be helping him.

“Where does it hurt?” she began, slipping into character.

“Where doesn’t it hurt?” he asked. “Left hip, knee, left forearm, elbow and shoulder. Oh, and I think that there is a gash across my back. Just haven’t tried to look,” said Diego, listing the injuries from the story.

“I guess you have to trust me to look at them,” she said.

Diego rolled his eyes. He started to unbutton his shirt and fumbled it. Sara noticed.

“Here, let me help.”

“Hate feeling helpless. Dammit.”

“Too damn bad. Not my fault you fell.”

“Wouldn’t have fallen if I wasn’t babysitting you”

“I didn’t ask you to babysit me. You could have left and been home by now,” she said.

“Yeah right. Then I’d have felt guilty for leaving an innocent to die.”

“Bullshit. I’d have made it out,” she said as she got his shirt off.

“No you wouldn’t have. You’re too damn soft.”

“I disagree,” she started and then pretended to see the bruises, cuts and scrape. “Umm, I need to get some water and clean you up. You’re a mess.”

“I guess I am,” said Diego, craning around to look at the supposed damage.

Sara walked to the bathroom got a washrag and then went through the motions of washing the wounds. When she wasn’t gentle enough, Diego grimaced. Once she was done, she laid down beside Diego.

“Lay next to me. I want to have a hand on you.”

“What?” she asked.

“I am not having you run off in the middle of the night. You either lay where I can touch you or I’ll tie you to me,” he said in that low tone he had adopted for the character.

“Fine,” she said and lay next to him. He wrapped his arm around her as best he could and pulled her close. Then he pulled the quilt up over them.

“This is damn uncomfortable,” she complained.

“Oh, and your whiny ass problem?”

“I can’t move and the clothes are smelly and uncomfortable.”

“Welcome to the real world. At least you don’t have back spasms.”

“What? Why didn’t you mention that before?” she asked.

“Why bother. Nothing to be done for them.”

“Yes there is. Roll on your stomach,” she said yenimahalle escort and tried to massage the area he pointed to as spasming.

“Ow! Watch it.”

“It’s hard to rub your back through all these clothes. So just stop bitching.”

Diego rolled away from her hands. He stood up, dropped his pants and laid back down on the bed. All he had on were his bikini briefs and a tee shirt. “Go for it.”

Sara looked at him stunned. She hadn’t expected him to strip down like that. She went back to massaging his back. After a few moments, she felt him relax and after a moment or two more, she stopped.

“How does that feel?”

“Better. Shed the pants and get in bed. You’ll be more comfortable.”

Sara nodded and stripped down to her undies and tee shirt. Then she crawled in bed and tried to keep what little bit of dignity she had. Couldn’t help it that she was rather prudish. Diego wrapped his arm around her again and pulled her to him. She could feel the beginnings of an erection.

“Umm…,” she started to say something.

“What?” he asked.

“Could you roll over the other way?”

“Why?” he asked.

“Well, you’ve got this umm…” she started.

Diego looked at her, looked under the covers and laughed. “We hike through the woods, avoid a grizzly, wolves and an avalanche and you’re afraid of a hard-on?”

“Uhh…”

“Look, you may not think it, but you are an attractive woman. If you weren’t, that wouldn’t rise to the occasion,” he said pointing towards his erection. “Either take the complement or don’t.”

“I’m not sure its such a good idea for us to get intimate.”

“Who said anything about getting intimate?”

“Well, um…”

“Look, I don’t have a problem with you. You’re attractive. However, our conversation didn’t mention anything about intimacy,” he said.

“Okay, so you don’t want to get intimate with me?” she asked.

“I didn’t say that. Now why wouldn’t I want to be intimate?” he asked.

“Well, aren’t we supposed to be enemies?”

“Only if you believe those assholes up on the mountain,” he said.

“They’re dead.”

“That’s my point. It is only you and I in this cabin. If we wish to explore a relationship, that is between us and no one else. So, would you like to get to know me better?”

“I, um… I’m a bit nervous about this,” said Sara.

“Why? We’ve been doing alright other than that initial dunk in the river.”

“True. I just… Oh hell. I haven’t had a relationship in nearly two years. I’ve got cold feet.”

“Well, get into bed and those will warm up. As for the rest, lay here next to me. Where I come from, no one pushes themselves on another. Make you a deal. If either one gets uneasy, we stop. Sound good?” he asked.

Sara hesitated. “Okay. Sort of like a first date, right?”

“Exactly. We’ve gone to the movies, a horror flick, and had a burger afterwards. Now we’re back at my place and waiting to see which one of us flinches first.”

“You are so unromantic!”

“Hey, I’m a guy. Two heads, no brains. Sue me,” Diego said as he reached to put an arm around Sara.

She moved into his embrace and put an arm around him. Moving the arm up, she touched his face. It was smooth where the skin was not covered by his beard. The beard was soft. She stroked it a time or two.

“That feels nice,” he said, and reached for her. Moving his arm carefully, he brought her lips to his. He kissed her gently. “Now, that wasn’t too bad was it?”

“No,” she said and moved to kiss him again. They spent the next few minutes kissing. Each kiss becoming more involved than the last. Slowly, he moved his tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth and let him in. He explored her lips, teeth and tongue. He held her head close to his so that he could kiss her deeply. Her hands pulled him closer and their bodies touched along their length. His erection pushed against her stomach. After a few moments, he broke the kiss.

“Want to go on?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, trying to catch her breath. This felt so good. She moved to kiss him again and his hand went to her shoulder and then down to her breast. He squeezed it and moved to pinch the nipple growing hard under his hand.

Sara groaned. She pushed herself tighter against his hand. Her hand ran up and down his back from shoulder to ass. As she passed over certain spots, he would hiss or grunt in pain. She reacted because she forgot he was injured and tried to avoid those spots. Sara realized she didn’t know any of Diego’s likes or dislikes.

His lips moved down her throat and across her collarbone in nips and kisses. Sara felt herself heat up under Diego’s touch. She moaned and his hand moved to her other breast. He teased this nipple in the same way. Then he moved his hand under the shirt and pulled her breast free of the bra cup to touch the nipple better.

Sara gasped. It was like electric shocks running through her body. Her hand moved across his hips and brushed his erection. It was Diego’s turn to moan in pleasure.

“Take off your shirt,” he gasped.

Sara moved and pulled off her shirt and bra. Diego looked at her breasts and kissed each one in turn. He licked and sucked each nipple. He loved the way they tightened up as he alternated between blowing on them and sucking on them. They crinkled up tight. He put his head on her chest and let his hands wander down to her waist and hips. Her ass was round and firm, and felt nice even through her panties.

“You okay with where we are?” he asked.

“Yes, oh this feels so good. Been way too long,” she said.

“You aren’t the only one who feels that way,” he said moving his hand across her ass and then down her leg. He brought it up the front of her thigh and brushed past her mound.

Sara moaned as his hand moved across her mound and up her stomach. She reached out and touched his erection through the cloth. A low growl of pleasure escaped Diego’s lips. Diego cupped her breast and sucked hard on the nipple. As Sara arched, he moved his other hand around and under her panties cupping her ass. Sara stiffened for a moment and then relaxed. She moved her hand to his erection and kept it there.

Diego took this as permission to keep going and ran his hand around to the front. He felt her pubic hair under his fingers and let his fingertips just barely caress the top of her lips. She was hot and wet. He brought his head up from her breast and kissed her lips.

“You are so wet.”

“You are so hard,” she countered.

Diego slipped his fingers down her lips and thrust them into her. She was wet and they slid in with ease. Sara moaned with pleasure. Diego moved his fingers out and up to her clit where he rubbed some of her juices around that sensitive bit of skin.

Sara moaned and held onto Diego. Her hand moved up to the waistband of his underwear and slid inside. He lifted his hips and let the underwear slide off. His erection slapped against her hand as he freed himself of his underwear.

Sara took his erection in her hand and stroked up and down. Diego gasped and forgot for a moment what he’d been doing. Her hand stroked him and then Sara moved down until her lips just touched the head. She looked up at him as if asking permission.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” he asked.

“Umm… I don’t know. I just,” she trailed off as she turned her lips back to his erection. She kissed the tip which was sticky by this point. She licked her lips and then wrapped them around the head and slid her mouth down.

It was Diego’s turn to groan. Oh god, don’t let me explode, he thought. Sara’s back was towards him as she took his erection as far in her mouth as she could. He reached down her back and pulled her ass towards him so he could trace his fingers across her lips from behind. Sara reacted by opening her legs and giving him better access. Diego slid his fingers in and stroked at her g-spot.

Sara reacted by coming up off of him with a squeak. “Oh!”

Diego smiled, pushed her head back towards his erection and wiggled his fingers again. Sara no sooner had him in her mouth than she squeaked again. Diego smiled and held her head in place. He was strong enough to hold her no matter how much she wiggled. He was getting close to coming when he moved his hand off of her head. He touched the g-spot again and when she squeaked and sat up, he turned her towards him.

“Do you want to go on?” he asked.

Sara tried to catch her breath. His insistent fingers were still deep inside her stroking back and forth. It made it difficult to think. “What?”

“Do you want more?” he asked, pointing to his erection.

Sara nodded and he pulled her up and across him. With his injuries, missionary was out of the question. Most positions were out of the question. Sara got the idea and maneuvered herself until his erection nudged her opening. She slowly slid down his erection until it nudged her cervix.

Diego groaned. She was hot, tight and wet. He grabbed her by the hips and started rocking her back and forth.

Sara started to move with him, picking up the pace. He adjusted her position a bit and brought his erection right up against her cervix again. It didn’t hurt, just felt so good. She started to put her hands on his shoulders and he hissed.

“Oh. Sorry!” she said stopping altogether.

“Just move your hands,” he said.

Sara moved her hands to rest next to his shoulders and began rocking back and forth again. Diego grabbed her hips to speed up the thrusts using his arms instead of his hips. He could feel things reaching that critical point.

Sara loved the pressure of his hand on her hips. He was lifting her up and then she would slam down, driving him in deep. Oh god it felt good. She felt her orgasm heating up and wondered how much longer she’d last. Deep down it felt like someone was pouring hot pleasure into her veins. She felt so good, she forgot where she was.

“OOoooooooohhhhhh…” she moaned.

Diego felt Sara’s muscles clamp tight around him as she orgasmed. He held tight and a thrust later, he came hard and deep. “Grrrrrrrrrrr…. aaahhhhh,” he groaned.

Sara slumped forward onto his chest. “Oh my god,” she said.

“Sara, move off to the side,” Diego said quietly.

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While this story involves a black woman and a white man, I chose not to categorize it as interracial. Their coming together had nothing to do with the color of their skin, and everything to do with attraction and the plain, human desire for sexual connection.

It was one of those serendipitous moments confirming that nothing in life happens by chance. I was on my way to a conference in New Orleans, a favorite place for fun and frivolity. While it rarely happens, that day the plane was over-booked and they accepted volunteers to wait for a later flight through Miami. As I wasn’t expected in New Orleans till late that evening, it was no loss and some airline travel dollars gained.

Several hours later we landed in Miami and transferred to the New Orleans flight. As I had volunteered for re-routing, the airline bumped me up to first class. Those who travel know there are advantages to that first class seat. You get on early and have a drink before take-off; you get off first, and there’s a wildly better meal. So there I was, coolly sitting in first class, sipping champagne watching the passengers go by.

I’ll admit I’m a people-watcher. I love to watch people and find great delight in the diversity they present. Whether you’re a man or woman, you’ve probably experienced this yourself – an attractive person walks by, you share momentary eye contact and there’s an immediate connection. She was a pretty, young, black woman, plainly dressed in a white golf shirt and khakis. Her hair fell softly in curled strands to her shoulders, charmingly framing a glowing face. She had a wonderful smile and an aura exuding sensuality, despite her frumpy attire. But she filed passed me to the nether regions of the plane while I remained comfortably sipping bubbly up front, nothing exchanged between us but a smile.

Now, I’m not the kind of man who looks at an attractive woman and thinks, “Man, I’d love to take her to bed.” But something in that fleeting glance had me flush with lustful feelings. I dismissed them, knowing I would be off the plane and busy at a conference and never see this woman again. I love being wrong!

The next days passed uneventfully. I attended conference sessions, chatted with contacts, visited exhibitors, collecting T-shirts and other equally useless items. It was Tuesday evening and a software vendor was taking a group of clients, myself included, to dinner. It was a marvelous meal with good wine and quiet conversation. After dinner we wandered Bourbon Street, taking in the great jazz and drinking a bit more than the evening required.

New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of excess, where it seems perfectly natural for women to bare their breasts in exchange for fifty-cent beads, and men to consider topless clubs fine entertainment. You either love New Orleans or it frightens you, but there is rarely an in-between. I love it for its joie de vivre, its in-your-face sensuality, and the never-ending party.

Finally, I had reached the point where bed and sleep beckoned far more than another round of drinks. I left the group and began walking down Bourbon Street in the direction of my quaint little hotel on Chartres. As I’m walking along – well, you already know – who is coming in the other direction but my close encounter of the best kind from the plane! She is being harmlessly pursued by one of the New Orleans street people. Being ever the gallant gentleman, I stopped to say hello as we caught each other’s eye. She büyükesat escort smiled and took my arm saying, “Let’s get a drink!” Wonderful! All thoughts of sleep vanished in roused memories of our sensual connection.

We wandered into a little corner bar with three musicians playing sweet jazz. I love a guitar trio, and these guys were liquid music. We sipped our drinks and chatted nonchalantly about the conference, about life, old loves, all the while moving physically closer. She would touch my hand as we talked, I would reach over to brush something from her hair, the small intimacies that promised more.

“How old are you?” I asked. I am almost 50, but have been told I don’t look it. Still, I’m no Adonis and was surprised by the attention of this attractive woman.

“I’m 36. Why? Does it matter?” she responded.

“No, I was just curious. You look much younger. You know, when you walked past me on the plane I hoped we would meet again. I felt an inexplicable connection.”

“I was drawn to you as well.” she replied, “There was something in your eyes and your smile that attracted me.”

Now we were close to each other, fingers gently caressing hands on the table as soft music swirled seductively about us. Thank goodness it was New Orleans and 1997, where a white man and a black woman quietly becoming intimate with each other are less likely to draw intolerant stares and ignorant remarks.

“May I kiss you?” I asked, as our hinted intimacies grew bolder.

“Uhhmm, I would like that.” she replied and leaned over to me. I tenderly brushed her lips with mine, kissing softly but with feeling. She responded and placed her hand on my thigh, pulling closer and letting her tongue play inside my mouth.

In spite of what you’ve read, women don’t usually like the “trying to taste my lunch” kisses men so often think is passionate. A woman’s passion builds more slowly. A gentle kiss encouraging her to be the aggressor will often raise her level of excitement. Willy was ready for this role and her kisses foretold sweet things to follow.

We chatted a bit longer, now holding hands, occasionally leaning closer to let our lips and tongues explore. “Come to my room with me?” I asked tentatively. She smiled and got to her feet, leading me by the hand into the nightly tumult of Bourbon Street. As we walked down the side streets toward my hotel we held each other close, letting the heat of our bodies meld us together. I could feel her voluptuous breast against my arm and found my body responding to the thought of this beautiful woman naked against me.

The hotel is a small, wonderfully decorated 18th century building with an open-air courtyard. In the late evening, candles played light on the trees, gracing the faces of other lovers enjoying a nightcap. Reaching my room we entered and kissed passionately behind the closed door. The mood was romance and warmth; the courtyard candles tossing dancing shadows on the walls. Breaking our embrace, I lit a candle before the mirror so soft reflections could caress her ebony skin. Then I removed my clothes as she watched intently. The lust in her eyes told me she was ravenous for sexual pleasure. As I stood naked she began to remove that dowdy golf shirt and her khaki pants, revealing her fine, full, feminine form. She sat on the bed wearing a blue lace bra that barely contained her swelling breasts, and equally scant panties.

I crossed cebeci escort to her. “Can I take these off?”

“I was hoping you would,” she said as gently her fingers ran the length of my swelling penis. I reached behind and unsnapped her bra, releasing her gorgeous breasts. While at the moment I wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of her breasts and gently tease her nipples, I stopped briefly, knelt and removed her panties. As I slipped them off her long legs I was lost in the wonder of her sweetly shaped vagina. She was clean-shaven and the folds of her sex were swollen in expected pleasure, her dark clitoris rising from its sheath in anticipation of my kisses.

She reached down and took gentle hold of my face, raising my mouth to her waiting kiss. Her lips pressed mine and our tongues intertwined in the waltz of pleasure. Our febrile passion mounted as fingers and mouths explored and tasted, each seeking to outdo the other in offerings of sensual delight. Her body encompassed the fullness of woman, her perfectly symmetrical hips balancing her overflowing breasts, her brunet flawless skin contrasting the fairness of my own. Her eyes spoke of passion and lust, piercing my soul as our bodies intertwined on the bed.

I closed my mouth around her dark nipple and teased it gently, flicking my tongue back and forth like butterfly wings brushing her erect sentinel of pleasure. A gasp escaped her lips and she reached again for my penis, stroking my hardness, further inflaming our lust. I gave equal attention to her other breast, swirling her nipple with my tongue and biting ever so gently.

“Let me take you in my mouth!” she moaned and tried to pull me to her hungry lips.

“No. I want to taste you first.”

I left the rising and falling hills of her breast, running my tongue over her stomach toward the center of her heat. I paused for an instance, swirling her navel and placed warm, wet kisses on her pelvic bones. Then, teasingly, I brought my face to her vagina and gently let warm breath caress her lips, her clitoris. My tongue traced the outline of her sex and flicked just once across her engorged clit. She arched her back and tried to pull my face to her wanting sex. I resisted her pull and slid down between her thighs, caressing her legs with my hands from behind while playing my mouth and tongue along her inner thighs.

“Please!” she moaned, “Oh God, please!” as I kissed back up her thighs to the epicenter of desire. My tongue again traced the outline of her sex, this time lingering, allowing my lips to kiss and pull her into my mouth. I gently pushed my tongue into her vagina and tasted her sweetness.

There is nothing like the taste of a woman. Nothing in the world gives greater delight than to pleasure a woman this way. Perhaps my long years of trapped in the cult-like grasp of the Christian Right (now there’s an oxymoron for you), left within me the conviction that it is better to give than to receive.

My tongue seemed drawn as if by compulsion back to her clitoris, and I hugged her pleasure dome in my lips, letting my tongue alternately flick and tenderly caress the throbbing bud. She moaned in delight and placing her hands in my hair, pulled me harder against her hot flesh. Her climax was accompanied with a quiet, joyful scream as she arched her back, thrusting into the hardness of my tongue as I lavished her clit. I stopped only when she pushed me gently kolej escort away, saying again, “Let me take you in my mouth.”

This time I did not resist but turned over and let her play kisses across my nipples, down my stomach to the rigid hardness of my cock. She ran her fingers over me and caressed my balls while her lips slipped warmly around my throbbing penis. She too must have learned to give, for her lips and tongue seemed determined be ruler over my cock, pushing me toward orgasm. While the heat of her mouth was intensely pleasurable, as she stroked and pumped my cock intermittent with her sucking and kissing, I am no longer a teenager. If I came now it would be some time before I could return to fullness and penetrate her, as I so urgently desired. Gently I pulled her mouth from my cock and bent forward to kiss her lips. She frowned slightly and tried to again consume me.

“I want to be inside you.” I said.

She relinquished her hold and moved up my body, sliding her body against mine. She held my cock and squeezing her breast, rubbed her swollen nipple to my penis, letting it stroke the length of my erect cock. The sight of this was so overwhelmingly erotic I almost came immediately. As she moved up my chest, her tongue flicked across my skin. I ran my hands along her back, caressing and kneading her butt. Then, rising over me, she lifted and positioned my cock to slide into her waiting warmth.

She enveloped me like rose petals on a warm spring day, her tender heat searing my penis and holding me tight. She squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles and began to slowly slide up and down, stroking my hard cock, pulling it deep within the well of her being. Leaning over, she kissed me hard on the mouth as the rhythm of our blissful strokes grew in intensity. Pushing her body down so my cock was upright inside her, she pressed her swollen clit against my pubic bone then let it ride up and down the length of my shaft. All the while her hard nipples grazed my chest and my hands roamed her beautiful ass, pulling and pushing her hips in time with our movements.

Watching me, she increased her tempo, with each stroke tightening her hold on my cock. A smile joined with the lust in her eyes as she recognized her complete control over my soon approaching orgasm. She moved faster now. Pushing herself upright over me, she pulled my hands to her breast. I gently squeezed her nipples and let the warmth of my palms hold as much of her fullness as possible, all the while knowing I would come before her, as she wished. My orgasm grew and the mounting pleasure was evident in my face, my body tensing, my breath coming ever faster. She was determined to win this race to climax, though I could see the flush of her own approaching orgasm as my cock stroked against her clit and filled her completely.

She won! I was gloriously enthralled, vanquished, an ever-willing slave to this goddess queen as shockwaves of my orgasm shot over and over deep inside her. Still she moved on the pillar of my throbbing penis, her thirsting hunger consuming every drop of my cum, driving on to her own orgasm. This time her scream was less gentle. As she climaxed, every muscle tensed and rippled as wave after wave of delicious pleasure washed over her, engulfing us both in sweetness and warmth. She fell across my chest and we lay still for several moments, relaxing in the after-glow of incredible sex.

She moved ever so slowly off me, the sensation of her warmth still gripping my softening penis and titillating me with after-waves of pleasure. I wrapped her in my arms as we disengaged; gently covering with kisses her face, her eyes, her neck, her breasts. Turning her back toward me, we fell asleep, my penis resting in the crevice of her warm firm butt, my arms cradling her against my chest.

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Note: This is the 4th of 5 Chapters. As usual, it’s best read from the very first chapter, none are long so it’s easy to catch up. This chapter does, however, contain a kind of summary though from Karl’s perspective if you want to dive right in.

Thank you also for feedback to date, I continue to appreciate your opinions.

I hope you enjoy it.

*****

The lift was, as usual, empty at this time of the morning. The quietness of the building was one reason he enjoyed arriving at work so early each day.

As Karl unlocked the office door, he glanced at Amelie’s desk. She’d not been with him long, only a matter of weeks, but she’d made one hell of an impact on him. He recalled the interview with her. Watching her enter his office; being amused by her attempts to be confident despite her skittishness. Her qualifications had been no more or less impressive than other interviewees but there’d been something he couldn’t put his finger on. She had intrigued him. If he were being honest with himself, he hadn’t been entirely convinced that she would be the PA he needed. So, despite his wanting to hire her, he’d prepared himself to become frustrated and disappointed within a week or two.

Instead, she had settled his uncertainty within the first day. She was able to channel her enthusiasm into focus, her energy into problem-solving. He knew from the outset that he made her nervous. He wasn’t sure if it was his reputation or something more personal. Regardless, he’d made conscious efforts not to watch her. He’d been captivated by her neatly manicured fingernails from the moment he’d encased them in his own as they shook hands. The lack of colour painted on them, the natural shape and trimmed length. Those fingers had crept into his fantasies. He hadn’t realised until then how used he was to high maintenance females around him. Amelie had been a breath of fresh air to him.

As he reached his own desk he reflected on the past week. Had it really only been a week ago when this began? Only seven days ago when he had arrived at work to find that he was about to battle against the tide of misfortune? Only seven days ago, when he’d been so caught up in frustration at the sudden threat to his business, that he’d found himself directing his pent-up energy towards Amelie?

After nine weeks of her curves unwittingly teasing him, he had slipped. Nine weeks of her fingers smoothing down her skirt each time she stood. Nine weeks of trying not to watch her, trying not to acknowledge that she was watching him. A week ago, he’d barely glanced at her hand placing his coffee down. But it happened, nonetheless. He had glanced. And in that moment, his mind had emptied of everything but one captivating thought: to have her touch him.

On Monday, he believed that he was simply alleviating stress. And what he still didn’t understand was how it snowballed so quickly. Despite the hundred and one fantasies that stirred his imagination, he’d believed that he’d managed to reign himself in again.

That was, until she’d stressed that she was there to help in any way. He knew what she’d meant and still his mind exploded. And then the gift came. That one act of thoughtfulness. When he’d seen the tie, he’d immediately pictured it wrapped around her wrists as he fucked her in all kinds of positions. He didn’t believe for one minute that she wasn’t experienced, but her nervousness fuelled his desire to give her something she’d never had before. And her playful use of ‘Sir’ gave him the perfect approach to explore her in ways beyond the usual bedroom antics.

He began stirring and the all too familiar feeling of hunger grew. Scorning himself, he sat at his desk and commenced the ritual of booting up the computer system. Watching the monitor flicker, he thought back to before he’d made the big move. His sexual appetite had exploded since she’d first teased him with ‘Sir’. This led him to jerk off more in those couple of days than ever before. He knew even then that he should stop this before it got any further. Fucking his PA, a great PA, was a bad idea. He’d never put pleasure before business, and he didn’t like that he’d crossed his own line.

Losing control on Wednesday night had been bad enough, but when Amelie had walked out on him that Thursday night, he couldn’t pretend that he’d not been gutted. Standing at the lift, fearing that was the end, he knew then that he’d never wanted anyone more. And since then, he’d felt like he was stumbling around in the dark. He knew he was a good fuck and didn’t doubt his ability to make Amelie cum. But something continued to niggle.

And then Friday happened. He didn’t want to acknowledge it but dark jealousy had claimed his rational thinking and pushed him further. Even now, after the restaurant, the car, the flat… Karl still couldn’t shake off the image of Jack making her smile, of seeing their attraction.

He wanted to be the one who she laughed with. But he feared that their carnal intensity meant exactly that; that their connection was purely sexual. He’d been criticised by previous lovers that he compartmentalised demetevler escort too well. He might be successful in business, but had never found the winning formula in his personal life.

And so, he’d forced space between them over the weekend. He needed to figure out how to handle this better than any previous relationships. Relationship. One word that caused as much confusion as anything else. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he should be talking to Amelie about this situation. But until he sorted his own head out, he didn’t think it was worth it. He wasn’t ready for her to see how lost he was under her spell. Friday night’s miscommunication had proved that already.

It had taken him every ounce of willpower to not message her over the weekend. He could have easily found a work reason to message, to meet. He felt shitty for leaving her flat the way he did on Friday, and for the message. But it had been for the best, so he kept telling himself.

Karl glanced at the clock. Seven-twenty am. It would still be another forty minutes before Amelie arrived. Forty minutes to spend re-living the past week, or forty minutes getting a head start on the day, he told himself.

With a self-derisive snort at even contemplating wasting valuable work time, he ran his fingers through his hair and shuffled more upright in his chair. Forty minutes to do one final check of Friday’s deal with Mr. Davison. This was the key to his Company’s security; he’d worked on it by himself all weekend and now it was ready to be signed and sealed.

**

The distant noise of the outer office door closing brought Karl’s attention away from the final few sentences of the document he was proofreading. He’d become accustomed to ignoring the brief lunge in his chest whenever he heard that door for the first time each day. He refused to note the change in his breathing. It was habit now to force a long, slow rhythm that soothed any unsteadiness.

He knew it took less than three minutes between the door closing and the coffee being placed on his desk. Up until last week, he’d remained professional during working hours and he was now determined to reset it that way. He would greet her as usual, then carry out their day as normal. He could control himself until this evening. He had done it thus far, barring the lunchtime incident of course. He could control himself today. He could.

Eyes glued to the screen; Karl heard Amelie enter. He registered the movement in the corner of his eye. The words on the screen faded to nothing as a sharp scent filled his nostrils. Not her usual perfume. Not that he could have said what the usual was like, but this was certainly new and intoxicating.

“Good morning, Karl,” Her voice wavered, causing Karl to look directly at her.

First mistake. His eyes narrowed as they took her in. She looked the same as usual. But something was different, and he couldn’t put his finger on it.

As she moved to sit opposite him, he studied her more carefully. Her hair was pinned in a toothed clip that he’d not noticed before. Perhaps that was new. Her makeup, what little there was, looked the same, although the flush on her cheeks added to the colour rather nicely. Karl’s eyes lowered to her outfit. The blouse she had unbuttoned for him on Monday. The skirt seemed shorter than the one he’d bunched up at her waist. Vivid memories of tasting her for the first time filled his mind.

Was this why she looked nervous? Because she knew that she was wearing the same kind of outfit? Did she hope he would remember? He watched her take her seat. Something was definitely different. He hadn’t previously noted how she usually sat but he was sure it wasn’t the stiff perch with knees tightly closed as it was now. A tremor unsettled her fingers as she clumsily opened her notepad.

Karl paused. He wanted to question, to address whatever was happening. She clearly wasn’t fine. Fine. He hated that word, especially drawn from a woman’s mouth. It rarely meant what it was supposed to mean. Torn between wanting to address her tenseness and not wanting to upset her, Karl decided to take Amelie’s lead.

“Good morning, Amelie,” he said as neutrally as he could, “let’s get the day started.”

Karl launched into reeling off the day’s plan. He noted her shoulders relax as she concentrated on the work at hand. As she wrote, Karl indulged in drinking in every inch of her. From the tip of the patent leather heels to her furrowed brow. He didn’t understand how every day he wanted more. He just knew he did.

“Anything else?” she asked.

Karl realised that he’d stopped talking; he must have just been sat there staring at her until she addressed him. Inwardly cursing himself, Karl cleared his throat and practically launched out of his chair for no other reason than to refocus on business. He took the freshly printed pages from his printer and handed them to her.

“Yes, Mr Davison is not only on board once these papers are signed, but he has two further associates who he believes will otele gelen escort be interested in investing.”

“This…this means, what? Your Company is safe? You’re out of rough waters?”

Amelie stared at the papers, then up to Karl. A smile slowly curved her lips when Karl nodded.

“Yes, though we shouldn’t get too excited until they are actually signed.”

“Oh, he damned well will sign them!” she laughed as she stood, “I’ll make sure he does, even if I have to go over there and make him myself!”

Amelie took two steps towards him. She was going to hug him. His chest thumped harder. If she hugged him, he knew he would turn it into a kiss. He willed his feet to move. If he could step back, it would send a clear message. Before he could move, Amelie stopped in her tracks. The grin on her face dimmed then disappeared altogether.

“Ok, then,” Amelie said as she changed direction towards the door instead, “that’s great news for your business, Karl, I’m so pleased for you. I assume you want this couriered over asap?”

“Yes, thank you.”

His hollow words still hung in the air as she left.

**

The moment the office door closed behind her, Amelie breathed a sigh of relief. She hurried the ordering of the courier, desperate to get to her phone. Three messages. All from Clare. All wanting to know if she’d been right. Amelie’s fingers flashed over the keys in a single response.

‘Yes, you genius witch, you were right. Thank God I dressed for it. I’m going to do it.’

She tucked her phone away again. She didn’t want a blow-by-blow guide on what to do next. She knew what she was going to do. She just needed to be in the right headspace. And she had until lunchtime to get there.

She knew that the final barriers were more to do with her own insecurities. And she was not about to let herself get in the way of what she wanted. It was time to shift gears; to discover new territories. It was time for a change.

**

The morning disappeared considerably quicker than Karl had anticipated. The hours of telephone calls, video conferencing and contract signing had resulted in Karl losing track of time. It was only now as his stomach growled that he realised it was time for lunch.

As he locked his screen, the idea of lunching out with Amelie crossed his mind. The vivid recollection of her cumming on his fingers had his heart beating faster. It hadn’t been the first time that he’d ever indulged in public sex of any kind, but it was the first time he’d ever felt himself losing control. When she’d initiated sucking on his cum-coated fingers he’d almost cum in his boxers like an inexperienced teenager. This had shocked the hell out of him. He decided that next time he’d cum in her mouth under the tablecloth.

Next time? Karl huffed at himself. No ‘next time’. It had been fun, maybe the best sex he’d ever had. But he had to either stop this altogether before real damage could be done, or turn this into something real. Neither felt simple.

His appetite had diminished but he still felt the need to escape the office. He decided to check on Amelie’s morning progress then head out. Instead of calling her in, Karl opened his office door to speak to her and saw an unknown woman handing Amelie a filled carrier bag. As Karl entered, their voices hushed. Amelie thanked the woman, who ducked out immediately afterwards. Karl’s eyes flicked from door to Amelie but didn’t address it.

“I was wondering how you were getting on with those emails.”

“Just finished,” Amelie smiled then held up the bag, “perfect timing for lunch.”

“Good, well, I’m going to head out for lunch so…”

“Actually,” she interrupted, “I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch, I ordered enough for two.”

“I don’t…”

“Oh, do you have a business lunch again?”

“No, but…”

“You have personal plans,” Amelie blushed, “I should’ve thought.”

Karl silently cursed. He should’ve said yes. He wouldn’t upset her if he could use business as an excuse. Her composure remained, but he felt the disappointment settle over her.

“No,” he said, “it’s a good idea, let’s have your lunch.”

“It’s ok, you should keep your plans.”

“No, I don’t…it’s ok, I’m free to join you.”

Amelie hesitated, then smiled and told him she’d be in his office shortly. Karl returned to his desk, convincing himself that it wouldn’t be so bad. At least they’d be sat well apart. Maybe the phone could ring, and he’d have to answer it.

Her entrance cut off his thoughts. Watching her, he concluded that there was definitely something different about her today. The contrasting blend of confidence and nervousness intrigued him. Not wanting to stare, he busied himself with clearing a space for lunch on his desk.

**

Amelie entered, laden with her handbag and the carrier bag. She placed the handbag on the floor beside her usual chair then took the food to the desk. As she stood at the side of Karl’s desk, she steadied her breathing and opened balgat escort the bag. Who knew that seduction could be such a roller-coaster ride? His reluctance had been painful, but she’d soared to elation when Karl agreed. She refused to linger on the knowledge that he didn’t want to be alone with her. Instead, she held faith that was she was about to do was right.

She took her time to unwrap the ciabatta rolls from the deli paper. Knowing that he watched her hands sometimes, she’d painted her nails a subtle pink. She’d considered a more obvious ‘hot’ colour but decided that the sheen was the important factor. Leaning over the desk slightly, she presented his lunch with deliberate flair. Triumph lit within when she saw him watch. Her fingers slid along the waxed paper as she lay down the sandwich. She caught a giggle in her throat when she realised that she was almost caressing a roll. Continuing, she withdrew a bottled drink from the bag also, and sat it beside the paper.

With a purposeful quickness, Amelie drew an apple and a fruit muffin from the bag and placed them nearer the desk edge. Taking her lunch still in the bag, she stepped away and settled in her armed chair opposite the desk.

**

“You should bring your seat closer, use the desk too,” said Karl.

“No, I’m good here, thanks.”

He watched as she bent to set her own bottle on the floor beside her chair. Karl’s eyes automatically lowered. His sight filled with white lace cupping the swell of her breasts. Karl’s breath caught. Had those top couple of buttons on her blouse been undone earlier? Surely, he would have noticed the exposure. Amelie sat up and took her sandwich from the bag. Her painted fingers peeled the wrapping down a couple of inches. He’d noticed them immediately when she’d set down his lunch. The pearly pink reminded him of her pussy. The shine made them appear wet and his cock had immediately jumped to attention.

She sat sideways, and as she crossed her legs the skirt rode up her thigh an inch. She lifted the roll to her mouth. Her lips parted but the bread didn’t move. A smile curved.

“Eat your lunch, you must be starving,” she said before taking a bite.

He’d been staring at her. Like a fucking idiot. It had been a long, long time since he’d felt embarrassed by anything. He shifted in his chair and threw her an awkward smile before shoving the food in his mouth. To his relief, Amelie began talking about their work. The moment passed and he started to relax.

After a couple of minutes, Amelie shifted in her seat as though uncomfortable and her skirt rode up an inch further. Leaning down, she retrieved her bottle. Karl watched every movement. Sitting up, her blouse gaped but he couldn’t see her bra, or even the valley between her breasts. But he saw the potential. Holding the bottle in front of her chest, she twisted the cap. The carbonated hiss had him imagining the sugary mist clinging to her creamy skin. His cocked twitched again. He wanted to cover her in the sticky liquid and drink from her.

“You’re not eating,” she said, “you don’t like it? Would you like to swap?”

“No, it’s fine, it’s a good sandwich.”

Karl smiled at Amelie’s genuine concern. God, she was so damned cute. He took another bite and they ate in silence until she declared herself finished. She re-wrapped the remaining sandwich and uncrossed her legs to place it on the floor beside the bottle. Taking her time to swap the food for the bottle gave Karl another generous view of her cleavage before she sat up.

With a couple of twists in her seat, her skirt rode higher still. She crossed her legs and placed the bottle on her knee. She began talking about a documentary she watched at the weekend about…something. Karl wasn’t listening. His focus was taken by her hands. Her fingers ran over the condensation gathering on the glass. She swirled her fingertips around the shaft of the bottle then slid them from base to top. Three times she repeated this action, each time moving slower. He watched her fingers wrap around the neck of the bottle and stroke upwards.

He glanced at her face. Her eyes met his and she stopped talking. Twisting the cap off, Amelie lifted the bottle to her lips and sipped. She licked her lips, then sipped again. This time she didn’t swallow but instead allowed the liquid to trickle over her lips and down her chin. A few drops landed on her chest as she licked her lips and used her free hand to run her fingers over her chin as if to scoop it back up.

“Amelie, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

Her voice sang of innocence, but Karl didn’t miss the mischievous look she tried to hide. Grateful that he sat behind the desk, his cock remained eager for attention. Despite himself, he decided to not challenge her further. Yet. He waived his question away, and Amelie smiled.

Perching the bottle back on her knee, she shifted again in her chair. The twist in the material caused it to bunch higher, exposing the end of the nylon on her thigh. Karl froze. Her tights weren’t tights. She wore stockings. His mind then reached further and he wondered if she was wearing panties at all or not. His heart hammered. He should stop this now. Whatever was happening, he should leave. Karl, instead, took a sip of his own drink to wet his throat. Amelie’s fingers were teasing the bottle again. She hadn’t bothered to resume talking about the documentary. Silence was accepted.

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Wiping the steam from her bathroom mirror, Deana stared into her reflection pensively. Today was going to be full of big changes, and she was a little nervous. Straightening her shoulders, she smiled and told herself, “Go get ‘im”. Stepping back a few inches, she took a long look at herself and smirked.

“He’ll never know what hit him.” As she began to lotion her skin, her hands roamed her soft skin. She closed her eyes to the pleasure of smoothing the lotion up her slender legs. Her hands continued upward and spanned her taut belly. She cupped her breasts, and opened her eyes on a smile as she felt her nipples already firm in anticipation. Her breasts really were her best feature. Not many would believe she was a natural 32DD, but she was. Feeling the slight ache of anticipation between her legs she quickly finished applying the lotion to her arms and shoulders. Now was not the time to get distracted. After drying her hair she efficiently pulled it up into a smooth knot. Very businesslike, she thought to herself, and then giggled. Stepping into her bedroom, she did a quick turn before her mirror before walking to the bed and her clothes. She slowly stepped into the lace thong underwear, and then fastened the matching bra and slid the straps up her shoulders. After adjusting the cups, she smoothly rolled her thigh high stockings up her legs. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, she stared. Her breasts spilled fully from the top of the shelf bra, leaving her nipples clearly exposed in a way to drive men mad. She looked….wanton. At the thought her nipples tightened once more, sending a spark into her core.

Shaking herself out of her reveries, she quickly dressed in an ivory silk blouse and navy suit. After drinking her coffee and eating a bagel she was out the door on the way to the office.

Already in his office, Seth Davis stared unseeing at his computer. He was imagining what Deana looked like under her proper suits, and without them. Shaking himself aware he looked out the window to see the rainy day ahead. He had to stop thinking that way. Dee was his assistant, and he didn’t want to lose her. She was sharp as a tack and saved his butt on more than one occasion. It was just too bad that she was beautiful too.

On the drive to the office, Deana reviewed her plans for the day. She knew Seth çankaya escort had meetings scheduled all morning, and that their weekly planning meeting would be after lunch. She wondered how he would take the news that she was leaving. She hoped it would be better than she thought.

All morning long Seth had a hard time focusing on the task at hand. He was wondering how he’d get through the normally long planning meeting with Dee without acting like a bumbling idiot.

Deana had a hard time concentrating on work as well. Every time she moved, her blouse would slide silkily across her aching nipples. She could barely type.

At 2:00 Seth buzzed Deana at her desk and asked her to come to his office for the planning meeting. As she entered the room, he felt his heart slam into his throat. She was wearing her navy suit, the one that was a good 2 inches shorter than her others and showed off her miles of legs. As he started to rise from his desk to walk to the conference table, she stopped him with a simple gesture of her hand.

“Please sit Seth. I have something I need to talk to you about.”

Puzzled, he did as she asked. Pacing nervously, she suddenly stopped and faced him.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think lately, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t work for you anymore. It’s nothing against you; I just can’t handle the pressure anymore.”

“Pressure?! What pressure Dee? You’ve always done a terrific job.”

She walked around the corner of his desk and slid her hip onto his desk calendar. He lifted his head to look at her face. She slowly unfastened her suit jacket and took it off, laying it on the desk. She leaned forward and cupped the side of his face with her hand.

“I can’t take the pressure of working with you day after day and wanting to feel your skin against mine. I want you to make love to me until I scream your name. I want to touch you everywhere and bring you pleasure. “

As she spoke she leaned back and opened her blouse. Her nipples stood erect with need, rosy with anticipation. She slid the blouse off her shoulders, and then stood to slide her skirt down her legs. As he sat there in disbelief, she sat back fully on the desk and carefully placed her feet on either side of his legs in his chair.

Seth keçiören escort was looking at a goddess. She wanted him? He had been hard since she walked into the room, and staring at her breathtaking beauty now nearly made him lose control. Looking into her eyes, he saw the glimmer of vulnerability and realized how brave she was being. He placed his hands on her ankles and slid up her legs, exploring. His hands found her waist and lid up her ribcage to cup her breasts. She whimpered as his thumbs brushed her aching nipples, closing her eyes. Her body was on fire. Deliberately he watched her face as he leaned forward and drew one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. She trembled in arousal and he felt like a king.

“God Dee I’ve wanted you for months” he growled. Her eyes opened at his frank admission as he stood and suddenly kissed her with all the pent-up passion he had been holding inside. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, matching his passion with her own. Her hands tore at the buttons on his shirt as he cupped her buttocks and pulled her against his hardness. Her head fell back giving him access to the silky column of her throat. His head dipped lower to once again pleasure her breasts and she lay in his arms. He found her mouth again as his right hand suddenly cupped her heat. Deftly he slid his hand beneath the lace and began to stroke the center of her pleasure. Sliding lower he slowly placed one finger inside her velvet sheath. He thrust his tongue in her mouth, mimicking the actions of his fingers. She tightened around him on a keening cry as he took her over the edge. As the aftershocks eased, she opened her eyes and gave him the secret smile of a woman pleasured.

Watching her come apart in his arms had been a gift. Trying to be noble, he eased away and sat in his chair again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked throatily. He glanced at her, surprised to see a devilish glint in her eyes. She slid off the desk to kneel at his feet. Her nimble fingers quickly made short work of the zipper of his pants and she pulled his pants and boxers down in a flash. As he watched she began to kiss her way up his thighs. She laid her cheek on his leg and he could feel her warm breath pass etimesgut escort across his hardness. His stomach clenched in anticipation and was rewarded by her taking him into her soft mouth. He closed his eyes in pleasure as she licked and sucked his entire length. Unable to stop himself he began to thrust his hips toward her mouth. She ease off him and looked up at him with seductive eyes and she took him firmly in her hand. She stroked him firmly for a few moments, and then stopped demurely. As he opened his eyes in bewilderment she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down her legs. As he watched she reached to the front clasp of her bra and released it, exposing all of her gorgeous mounds to his view. She reached up to her hair and released it from its knot to allow the auburn waves to tumble to her waist. Standing there clad only in thigh stockings and high heels, she turned around and bent over the desk, presenting him with the most erotic view of her backside he’d ever seen. Looking over her shoulder she said, “I want you to take me this way Seth. I want you in me now.” He saw her fingers reach between her legs and rub herself. “I’m so wet Seth. Fuck me now!”

Seth stood and with trembling anticipation pushed at the entrance to her tight sheath. Slowly he slid inside her inch by inch until he was buried in her warmth. Her muscles were spasming, trying to milk him as he stood. Pulling out, she whimpered and writhed against him and then moaned as he thrust back inside her. He grabbed her hips and began to surge forward in long, sure strokes driving them both towards ecstasy. She began to meet him thrust for thrust and he could hear her breathing change as quickened the pace. Praying for control, he pulled out completely just before she went over the edge. Whimpering in frustration, she tried to grind her hips against him but he held her still. As shudders wracked her body he waited as long as he dared and then thrust hard into her core, drawing a scream of pleasure from her lips. Each successive thrust caused additional orgasms as her sheath tried to keep him captive.

“Seth, Seth…oh god…Seth…fuck me Seth…fuck me hard…Aaaaooo!’ Deana was lost in the pleasure as Seth continued to take her over the edge. Suddenly he quickened the pace and slammed into her harder and harder as he neared his own climax. She felt his hot seed spill inside her and convulsed again around his member as he slowed to a halt. As they stayed there, unable to move, a giggle escaped Deana’s mouth. As Seth raised his head to meet her gaze over her shoulder she couldn’t resist asking, “So do you need that in triplicate?”

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It’s late on a Friday afternoon. I don’t think anyone’s left in the building. Everyone took off early to enjoy the nice spring weather. Me, however? I have work to catch up on, which explains what I’m doing at work at 5:30 on a Friday afternoon. I finally decide to call it quits for the day. I’m not caught up, far from it actually, but I’ve had enough. I lock up my desk, and prepare to do a walk through of the building to make sure no one is left, so I can arm the alarm when I leave.

I walk down towards the back of the building, and see that you’re still working. You must have gotten stuck with working the late shift for IT. As I pass by, you look up, and our eyes meet. I’ve always found you attractive, and now is no different. I walk over to your desk and say hi. You say hi back, and I perch on your desk, one foot still on the floor, angled so I’m facing you. Sitting like this causes my skirt to ride up a bit. Not enough to show anything totally inappropriate, but enough to show more thigh than usual.

We start chatting about the week, and how crazy it’s been. “I just want to get home and take a nice hot bath” I say when we point out how stressful the week was.

“A bath, huh?” you ask.

“Yup. It’s the second best way to relax after a week like this.” I reply.

“So if taking a bath is second best, what’s the best way to relax?” Now, we’ve flirted before, and I know you well enough to know that you’re probably picturing me in that hot bath I mentioned. I shift a little on your desk, causing my skirt to ride up just about an inch more, an idea forming in my head.

“Sex,” I reply. “A nice hard fuck session followed by a nap, and then slow, leisurely sex when both parties wake up.”

“I see” you say, as you move your desk chair a little closer to me. “And why are you settling for second best?”

“Simple. No one to help me with my first choice.” I smile at you, and wonder if you’ll take the hint.

“Oh you poor girl,” you say, placing your hand on my knee. “I’m sure there’s someone would help you out with that; isn’t there?”

“The ones I know of that are willing aren’t worth my time, and the one who’s help I’d like is to busy working. Or at least supposed to be working,” I say with a laugh.

“Oh really? And who might that be?” you ask. I just smile at you, refusing to answer. You place your hand on my knee, as you say “Come on. You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.”

I cover your hand with mine, wrapping my fingers around your hand slightly, and move you hand up a little further on my leg. “Guess,” I tell you.

“I don’t want to guess. Why can’t you just tell me?” you ask, as you begin to massage my thigh.

“Because that would take all the fun out of it,” I reply.

I release you hand, and you slide it up a bit further on my thigh. The tips of your fingers are now just under the hem of my skirt. “But if you tell me who it is, maybe I can help.” You tell me.

I shift again on your desk, this time making eryaman escort it so you hand slides even farther under my skirt. I smile at you and reply “I’m sure if you put some thought into it, you’d be able to guess who it is.” I feel your hand moving even farther up. I can feel myself getting wet, just with the anticipation of where your hand will end up. Suddenly, I feel your fingers brush my lips through my panties. You smile when you hear my sharp intake of breath. “Tell me who” you say.

“Nope.” I respond, my words a little shaky. You apply a little more pressure on my slit, right above my clit.

“Tell me.” You say as you begin to trace the edges of my panties with your fingers. All I can think of is you sliding your fingers between my panties and my skin, and feeling how wet I am. Just as I’m thinking it, you do it. You chuckle to yourself, and again demand to know who. I just shake my head, as I don’t trust myself to speak.

“Alright then. Don’t tell me.” You say as you pull you hand back, and break off all physical contact from me.

“That’s not fair!” I say, pouting.

“Neither is the fact that you won’t tell me,” you reply.

“Fine, you win,” I say. “It’s you.” You smile, and reach a hand out. I place my hand in yours, and you pull me towards you. You keep pulling until I’m straddling your lap. I can feel your erection pressing into my pussy. I take a deep, shaky breath, and say “Now what? I told you, so what do I get out of it?”

“Hmmm…” you say. “What do you get out of it?” You make a show of thinking about what my reward should be. Meanwhile though, you hands have slipped under my skirt, and are massaging my ass. “What would you like?” you ask, as you slid your hands under my panties so you can massage my ass skin to skin.

“You know what I want” I reply, trying to inch closer to press myself harder against your erection.

“Tell me anyways. I want to hear you say it.”

“You. I want you. I want to feel your hands all over my body. I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. You fingers inside me. I want you to tease me until I can’t take any more. Then I want your dick inside me, filling me, making me moan and scream and beg to cum.”

You smile. “Oh, is that all?” you ask, as you grab the waistband of my panties. “Stand up.” I do as I’m told, and you slide my panties, which by now are soaking wet, down my legs, and help me to step out of them. You stand up, and grab my hand. Without a word, you lead me away from you desk, and to the bench room, where all the computers are tested before they are given to end users. You unlock the door, and lead me inside. Once we’re both in, you shut the door, and put a chair in front of it. While you’re doing that, I walk around the small room, looking at the computers in their different states or readiness. I pause to read the project list that is posted on the back wall, and I feel, rather than hear, you come up behind sincan escort me.

You brush my hair back, and off one of my shoulders. You bend down and place a feather-light kiss on my neck. I lean back into you, giving you easier access. You continue to place light kisses on my neck, traveling from just below my ear to my collarbone. I sigh, which turns into a moan as your hand slides up under my shirt and bra, and you caress my nipple. Just as I get used to the feeling of your hand on my breast, you move your hand away. I whimper quietly, but you still hear me, and you laugh. “Relax,” you tell me, and you move both hands to the hem of my shirt. You pull my shirt up and over my head and toss it on to the counter next to us. Next, you unfasten my bra, and toss that with the shirt.

You turn me around, so I’m facing you, and bend down to suck one of my nipples into your mouth. You alternate between nipping, and soothing it with your tongue, and then switch to the other one. Back and forth you go, until I’m moaning with pleasure. Just when I’m about to beg you for release, you stand up, and kiss me passionately. I take the second it takes you to move from my nipples to my mouth to pull your shirt off. After a minute of your passionate kisses, I can’t help myself. I want you inside of me. Without braking off the kiss, I reach down, and unfasten your belt. Next is the button and zipper of your pants. I push your pants down, so they bunch around your ankles. I rub your though your boxers, feeling how hard you are. I’m desperate to have you in my hand, but I want to tease you as much as you’ve teased me, so I keep my hand outside of your boxers. You moan against my lips, and tangle your fingers in my hair. A few seconds pass, and then I feel you tugging on my hair.

I make you tug at my hair a few times, as if I don’t know what you want, but I can’t resist you. I want you in my mouth. I slowly kneel down, taking your boxers down with me. I wrap my hand around your dick, just enjoying the feel of you in my hand. Slowly, I start stroking you, making you moan. I lick the drop of precum off the tip of you, and, as much as I want to keep teasing you, I can’t. I need to have you in my mouth. I slowly take your member into my mouth, starting with just the tip, tasting your precum, running my tongue around the rim; being especially careful that my tongue ring hits that very sensitive spot each time. Every time it hits, I can feel you dick twitch a little, telling me exactly how much you like it. Your fingers tighten in my hair, and I can feel you pushing my head forward. I move with your hand, enveloping your cock with my mouth, taking you as deep as you can go. I swallow, knowing you can feel the muscles of my throat working your dick, just as my tongue is. I pull back, very slowly, and then take you in again just as slow.

I can feel you hand in my hair, urging me to go faster, which I am happy to oblige. I slowly etlik escort speed up the pace at which you’re moving in and out of my mouth, until you can’t help but move your hips in time with my mouth, making you slam into the back of my throat. Soon, I can feel you swell, and I know you’re about to cum. Just as that thought registers, you use my hair to pull me off of you. You keep a tight grip on my hair, not allowing me to suck you back into my mouth. “I’m not done with you yet,” you say, breathing heavily.

You release my hair, and help me to stand. Before I’m even fully standing, your lips are on mine, my tongue meeting yours. As passionately as you kissed me before, this kiss surpasses that one, and has a tinge of desperation in it. You pick me up, and place me on the counter. Before I’m even fully settled on the counter, you’re pushing my skirt up around my waist, and I feel your dick at my entrance. I inch forward, trying to get closer to you, and give you easier access. By now, we’re both so desperate for each other that I’m dripping all over the counter, and you’re harder than you’ve ever been. You slam into me, without any warning, as deep as you can go. Over and over you slam into me, as if you can’t get enough, or can’t go deep enough. I can’t help myself. The feeling of you inside me, finally, pushes me over the edge, and I cum hard. I coat your dick with my juices, allowing you to slide in and out even easier. I can tell you’re close to losing control yourself, and know that how tight I am when I’m cumming will usually push you over the edge.

Just when I think you’re losing control, you pull out of me completely. You pull me off the counter, and roughly turn me around. You push on my upper back, to close to losing control to speak. I bend down, and support my upper body on the counter top. I feel you behind me, but I whimper. I want you inside of me, and I want it now. “Please…” I beg. You happily give in, and pound into me from behind. I feel your hands on my ass, kneading it, spreading it, and kneading it some more. I feel you lean forward, and you bite my back, again and again, but never does it interrupt the rhythm of you pounding in and out of me. You stand back up, and slap my ass. I cry out, telling you I’m about to cum again, begging you to cum with me. You slap my ass one last time, and then gently rub your hand over the quickly developing red marks. That gentle touch pushes me over the edge, and I cum even harder than before. The feeling of me squeezing you is enough to push you over the edge, and you cum with me. I feel your cum hitting my inside walls, which prolongs my orgasm. I feel like I’ve been cumming forever.

Finally, we’re both spent, and you lay down on top of me, without pulling out. We half stand, and half lay there for what seems like hours, but really was only minutes, catching our breath, and letting out heart rates return to normal. Finally, you stand up, and I straighten out. I turn around to look at you, and kiss you hard without saying anything Words can’t describe how I feel, so why even try? You pull out your cell phone, and realize that you’ve been off the clock for a good half an hour. We laugh, and get dressed. I follow you back to your desk, where you lock everything up, and then we walk to the door.

To be continued…

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Will was driving his car on the highway, as he always did on Saturday before he met his friends at a bar where the drinking session would last till 10 in the night. Then he would go home… home, was it home? Four walls and a TV and a refrigerator did not make a home. Living alone at 35 … how could he be at home. He had a woman for some time, just living together, till she made it clear she preferred a bigger city. When he refused to move from the town where he had grown up, she moved on. He had a house and had his own garage where he took care of all types of bikes and cars brought to him by regular customers who were mostly his longtime friends. Now he lived comfortably, driving different vehicles and never out of cash or fun.

As Will drove his car whistling a tune, he saw a woman by the roadside wanting to hitch a ride. He stopped and thought the blue jeans and black shirt did justice to her body but he couldn’t see her eyes as she sported sunglasses. He tried to guess her age as she got in and sat by his side.

“I am going into town…” he said.

“Any town is fine with me. I wanna stay in some place where I can good food too. I won’t be here for long, never stayed longer than two days in any town. Can you find a place for me?” she said in a calm and composed tone.

He nodded. This was not an ordinary woman. She was used to travelling alone and staying where ever she wanted. Must be a hippie but she was alone and he could call her a hobo but for her neat dress and nail-polished fingers. She must be one of those who went away for some time in search of peace and, when the world proved to be more cruel than home, would go back. He wanted to tell her his house was big enough to accommodate her, but would she find something amiss if he did so? What the hell, a woman travelling alone would be ready for anything, including an invitation to stay.

“You can stay in my house, if you don’t mind,” he said boldly.

“If you have no family, no dogs or cats, I don’t mind giving it a try,” she smiled at him.

“None of those. I run Büyükesat Escort a garage and that is it.”

“That’s cool. I love bikes and cars. Anyway it is for some time. How much should I pay you?”

“We can decide that when you leave.”

“Ok, Let me buy something to eat, I’ll stock up for two days.”

He stopped his car near a store and she went in. While waiting he called his constant drinking partner and told him about his encounter with the woman.

“I tell you something. You be careful with these types. They will be lady-like and all that and the next morning, you will find her missing and many things in your house, too. I will watch out if I were you.” he finished.

He thanked him for his sober advice (drunken advice would come between 7 and 11 p.m.) and was sure the news would spread among their circle that he had a woman staying with him. That was okay as he didn’t mind being talked about, in fact he liked to be linked with women; one of the advantages of being unattached.

She came back carrying two bags and placed them in the back seat and they left for home. As he parked in front of his house, she exclaimed: “That’s a nice place.”

Once inside the house he took her to a room and told her she could stay there and left her alone and began watching TV.

She came out in five minutes, wearing a white shorts and yellow top. She was nice looking and he put her age at around 30. Well, he would ask her later.

“Don’t ask my name and too much about me and you won’t be snubbed. I love wandering like a hermit, gypsy, hobo or whatever you call such people. I am not scared of men harming me, as I know karate and can sense bad people.”

Karate! Well, karate meant he should not surprise her by walking up on her suddenly etc which she might see as an attack. She could sense bad people and hence could sense good ones, too. He had nothing to fear as he never had evil designs on her.

“Since you agree to stay with me, I assume you consider me a good man. Beşevler Escort That makes me feel better, to be trusted,” Will said and remembered what his friend had said. It is not a question of her trusting him but the other way round.

They talked for sometime and went to look at the vehicles at his garage which was behind the house.

“I love bikes, big ones,” she said and walked around one and sat on it and pretended to ride it.

Will showed her the bikes which he was repairing and they talked about vehicles for some time. Then they went inside, had dinner and she went into her room. He slept on the sofa and stayed awake for long, wondering about this mysterious woman who had walked into his life. It was then that his friend phoned to give him the drunken advice: “Man, I tell you, fuck her, if you have not done that already. Fuck her. This is a dish that has come to you on a platter, don’t miss it. Fuck her.” Will thanked god the advice was brief and fell asleep soon.

A sound woke him up and he found her arranging breakfast on the table. She had not run away as his friend had warned.

“Good morning,” she said when he saw him sit up and stretch.

“Good morning,” he yawned and went to the table. Nibbling a sandwich, he found she was energetic, a morning person.

“I love to get up early and have breakfast, however late I go to sleep. What about you?”

“I hang out with my friends till 11 and sleep. Mostly, I wake up late.”

“Do you have many friends?” she asked.

“Hmm ya. Since I grew up here, I know the whole town.”

Will wondered whether he could ask so many questions as she did. They finished breakfast and he went to the backyard to work on a bike. Soon she followed him and watched him take of his shirt. He could sense that she was taking in his well-toned body, flat stomach and biceps and he flexed his muscles for her benefit. Now and then he looked at her and smiled and noticed she had no intention of taking her eyes off him. He was squatting Cebeci Escort and repairing the bike when she came and stood close to him, letting him see her sexy thighs. He looked up and saw her round boobs and let his eyes roam all over her body. She was hot, no doubt.

“I love bikes, they sort of arouse me,” she said spreading her thighs and then closing them, as if to indicate she was getting ticklish at the love junction.

“I never saw bikes as sexy or arousing,” Will lied. Sometimes he would get an erection while driving a car or bike which he had repaired as he thought driving a new vehicle was like being with a new woman.

“The body of bikes and, of course, men arouse me. I feel hot and wet and expand down there when I see them. A bike and a shirtless man are enough to make me twitch a lot where it matters,” she said and smiled in a sexy manner with a tinge of shyness.

He had an erection and it felt pleasant as the bulge moved inside his underwear.

“I like to imagine a nude man and woman on a bike…” she said as he got up, their eyes meeting and locking.

“He rides her from behind…” Will continued.

“Hmm much more …Want something to drink? she asked abruptly and went inside and he followed her, putting on his shirt.

“Oh! Why did you put on your shirt?” she asked handing him a beer can.

“Why are suddenly talking sex?” he asked slowly removing his shirt.

“I am natural. I am whimsical and go by instinct. When my senses go crazy, I am like that. Those bikes and your physique stir me much. I am still wet, oh! god. Are you aroused?” she said looking at him intensely.

He nodded and she came and sat next to him and her left hand fell on his thighs and her right hand traced his muscular contours on his chest and belly.

“I am going to sit on the bike nude at midnight and I expect to see that and do what is natural for you to do,” she said and continued stroking his hard on. He reached out and touched her breasts, and she kissed his cheek.

“We will continue at midnight,” she winked teasingly and he nodded and went out to check a friend’s car. His thoughts centered around the woman and her strange ideas of arousal and sex. Did she like sex in bed or only on bikes and cars, or was she just a tease? He wondered what was in store for him and decided the best way to find out was to wait till midnight.

(To be continued)

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My wife Missy and I like most of our friends were all in our mid-20s and met every Friday and Saturday evening at our apartment. Merle and Carol lived in the apartment over us and were different than the rest of the gang. They were about 10 years older. We were all in pretty good shape except 300 pound Merle. We were all straight except that after a few drinks, Merle went after men; usually me. They were the only couple that was never invited but they were always there. I guess Carol was hot but nobody ever thought about it. Merle ruined it for her.

One Friday night Merle had quite a few drinks and was hanging over the back of my chair. Like always, I got up and walked away, but he followed. As I tried to keep from spilling my drink, I lost my balance. He knocked me down on the couch and all 300 pounds of him came down on me. Everybody thought it was too funny to help and when he started kissing me they laughed all the harder. It was not all that funny!

Somebody was playing with my cock and it was not Merle because both of his hands were on my shoulders. Who was it? Was it Donna? Could it be one of the Linda’s? Or was it Cindy? They were all good fucks, especially Cindy. I was finally able to see that it was Merle’s wife Carol. As I tried to roll 300 pound Merle off me, Missy was trying to pull Carol away from my dick. My cock was swelling up and that made Missy a lot madder and more determined than ever to stop Carol from pleasuring me.

Meanwhile Merle was kissing my neck and everybody was laughing hysterically. I yelled. “Bob, stick your dick in his mouth and distract him.” But of course everybody was more into laughing than helping.

Finally, I brought my knee up into Merle’s balls and rolled him off onto the floor. That was the high point of the evening’s entertainment. Merle was crying and Missy was bitching at Carol. Everybody else kept laughing. I had fucked Cindy, Donna and the Linda’s. Carol was the only one in the group that I had never even thought about Fucking. That is until now. Now I wondered if it was any good. She was bigger than Sheila and her tits were a lot bigger. I liked small women with smaller tits, but like most men, I liked different women; women that I hadn’t had yet.

The swelling in my manhood was not going to go down so I went into the bathroom and grabbed a pair of Missy’s panties out of the hamper to sniff and then relieved myself. The smell of Missy’s pussy in her panties and the memory of Carol playing with my love stick brought a big load up my shaft and into the toilet. It felt so good that I almost fell over in the bathroom. The more I jerked my cock, the more I imagined that I was fucking Carol. I had never had an older woman but it was all I could think about. Alright, there was that one time with my mother, but she was passed out drunk and I was too scared to enjoy it. I was scared that she would come to and tell my dad when he got back in town. She had been fat and unattractive, but it was still exciting. I spent the rest of that day afraid that she would wake up full of cum and figure out where it came from. But she never said anything.

When I got back out in the living room, Bill said that he was going to fuck Merle in the ass. Merle was making cow eyes at him and everybody else was trying to egg them on, but nothing ever happened. Nothing happened except a lot of laughing and a lot of silly remarks.

Missy caught me trying to catch Carol’s eye and got mad again. I said “Come on. I did not do anything. Ricky fucked you and I let it go.”

“Maybe so you could hold it over my head. Demetevler Escort Or maybe so you could have Carol and I couldn’t say anything.”

“Come on Missy, look at you and look at Carol. You are a babe. And you are drunk.”

Missy got madder and went to bed and I did finally catch Carol’s eye. But what did her look mean? Was it “Come here and fuck me Bruce?” Or was it “What the hell are you looking at, Bruce?”

The next night the friends started arriving with food and drink. Merle usually arrived later than the rest but nobody cared; he was not invited anyway. Carol usually dressed frumpy but tonight she wore a silky dress with a lot of really nice leg showing. Her tits were bigger than I liked and so was her ass but my eyes were looking at her shapely legs and remembered her playing with my prick the night before. I remembered how good it felt when masturbated.

Missy noticed Carol’s sexy dress too and gave her a cold greeting. I had gone to the kitchen to fill the ice bucket and as I was walking out, Carol was walking in. She gave my dick a little squeeze as she walked past. This time she was dead sober, so there was the answer to my first question. The next question was when. And could I stand waiting.

The next Friday night we were meeting at Donna and Dave’s house. Missy and Donna were already there and I was supposed to bring Dave, Carol, and Merle. Merle was not home yet so I cornered Carol in the bathroom, lifted up her dress, pushed her panties aside, and stuck my finger in her pussy. She acted extremely nervous. Maybe she was nervous because Dave knew we were in the bathroom together, but her pussy was squeezing my finger and getting very wet. I had managed to get her blouse up, bra down, and was kissing her tits. My baby maker was hard enough to crack walnuts and was throbbing.

Just when I was about to lay her across the hand sink, the phone rang. We both jumped. Dave answered and it was Missy. I got on the phone and right away she wanted to know why Dave answered. I said it was because I told him too. I was in the front room looking for Merle’s car. Then she wanted to know where Carol was and I said that she was here a minute ago; maybe she is in the bathroom.

Missy said, “You three come on. Merle can drive his own car. I don’t know how you can sit four on your seat if Merle is one of them.”

“It was your idea. Maybe Carol and Dave can sit in his lap.”

The three of us sat on the bench seat in front of my pickup but when I tried to put my hand back on Carol’s pussy, she moved it and gave me a look. David pretended not to notice, but I am sure that he did.

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Meanwhile, Merle got a better job with the railroad. He usually worked nights, especially on the weekends so he was never at our little gatherings after that. It all sounded good but Missy never left Carol and I alone after that. Then Carol stopped coming. She said that it was all couples so she felt foolish. Could she possibly know how badly I needed to fuck her? I was obsessed with wanting her.

Then one Wednesday night, Missy went out and Merle’s car was not in the driveway so I decided to go for it. Just when I got to the second floor on the back stairs and knocked, Merle pulled into the driveway. Carol opened the door and pulled me in. She said, “Go down the front stairs.” She walked through her apartment with me. When we got to the front landing she turned around and we shared the hottest kiss that I can ever remember in my young lifetime. Otele Gelen Escort She had a dress on so I lifted it up and pushed her panties aside. When my finger slid past the knuckle into her warm, moist pussy, she let out a loud moan. Then she pushed me away and ran into her apartment as I licked her pussy juice off my finger and remembered the feeling of her cunt.

Carol had me so excited that I had to relieve myself twice that night. Sniffing Missy’s soiled panties from the laundry basket helped but Carol’s pussy would have been a lot better. By now Carol was almost all that I could think about.

The following Wednesday night Missy went out again. Merle called me and said that he just found out that he had to work all night and would I pick up his lunch from Carol and bring it to him. Of course I would. Carol had a big bag and said that she would go with me. This is it! This has to be the chance I have been dreaming of.

About half way to the station where Merle was working there was a lake with lots of parking. We found a good spot and pulled in between some trees. We started playing with each other. She had stockings on with a guarder belt and no panties. No panties!! I slid out onto the ground and put my head between her beautiful legs. When I started kissing her pussy she said, “No, I have waited too long for that tree trunk of yours.”

“Thank you, but it is hardly a tree trunk.”

“Well it is a lot bigger than Merle’s. Shut up and stick it in me and make me cum.”

Just then a cop pulled in and we got presentable for him but he never came near us. As soon as he was gone Carol threw her leg over my lap and started riding me. I was amazed at how tight her pussy was. I thought 30 something’s should be a lot looser than the 20 something’s that I was used too. I remember the one time that I fucked my mother, it was loose. But she was tighter. A lot tighter!

She alternated between bobbing up and down and riding backwards and forwards. All the while she kept laying those wonderful kisses on me with dulling tongues. It was incredible. I want to fuck this woman forever! “Why are you so tight Carol?”

“It is my magic guarder belt Bruce. Do you like it?”

“I love it! Your pussy is incredible. You must have the best pussy on earth!” I had never been in such a tight pussy and knew that my load was ready to explode. “I’m coming! Carol, I can’t hold back. You are so tight! I’m comaaaaaagggghhhh” River after river came out.

“That is okay, Honey, fill me with your seed. I want it all. Pump me full. You are my dream fuck too!”

“Yes! I have never cum so hard.”

Then Carol started shaking and screaming. She clawed my back and her pussy squeezed my shaft as she shook harder. When her orgasm finally calmed down she said, “I needed that. How come a 300 pounder like Merle has a little dick and a skinny guy like you has a big one?”

“I don’t know but I want you again and again.”

“When my sweet?”

My cock was still swollen even after that giant load so I said, “Now and every chance we get.”

She threw her leg back over me and rode me again. It was still tight and the sides of her pussy soon milked another orgasm out of me. This time it was mind numbing. It must have started from my balls but it felt like it came from my head and toes. My swollen manhood kept throbbing and throbbing and throbbing. My orgasm felt like it was coming from every part of me and I no longer cared about anything except coming. And coming, and coming.

She Balgat Escort got some tissues out and cleaned us both as best as she could. Then she licked my cock clean. I did the same for her. She said, “It would not be good to have your cum running down my leg when we get to his work.”

“Is Merle really gay?”

“I don’t think he knows what he is. Maybe he is AC/DC. I don’t think the gays want him either. Gay men are usually better built.”

“What if he knew we fucked?”

“He would tease us both forever.”

When we got to Merle’s train depot he thanked me for bringing his lunch and then said, “Over an hour. What were you doing all that time?”

Carol looked at him mad and said, “We went to Niagara Falls on a honeymoon but the falls were not running so we went to Paris.”

“You didn’t need to do all that. You could have fucked in the car. Maybe you did and that is why it took you guys so long. Did you like fucking my wife, Bruce?”

I said, “Merle, I better not do you any more favors.”

Then Carol said, “Please let me ride back with you. I thought that I would stay with him here at the station but I don’t want to listen to his mouth all night.”

When we pulled back in at the lake, I said, “My brain wants you but my cock can’t do more than two rounds in an evening.”

As I spoke, she was kissing me and massaging my fuck stick. It soon turned into a throbbing monster that had to be back inside of Carol. We had one more coupling with her riding me in the pickup. This time she was going round and round. The head of my dick was thrilled with each rotation and my brain was out in space. It was my first ever third time and it felt fantastic. When I started coming it went on and on. She was coming too and her love juice was all over my pole and running down onto my balls. When our orgasms finally subsided we just stayed like that for a couple more minutes of ecstasy in the afterglow.

When we arrived home, she said that she would not answer the phone and I was to tell him we were both mad at him when he called. Sure enough, as soon as we walked into my apartment, the phone was ringing. It was Merle. He complained, “Carol won’t answer the phone.”

“Of course she won’t answer, Merle. She is really mad at you. She told me not to take your call either but you need to know that we made it back okay. Okay, so now you know.”

“I was only teasing. You can fuck her all you want, but I want to watch. Don’t tell her I said that or she will get even madder.”

“Merle, you are sick. Why would you let another man fuck your wife? Why would you want to watch? That is really perverted.”

“Because I can lap up everything you spill. Would you like that?”

“You really are a sick puppy!”

Carol was sucking my manhood all the time I was on the phone and it had grown back to full size. I laid her across my dining room table and entered her sopping wet pussy doggy style. Oh my God it felt so good. I never knew a pussy could feel this good. In my limited experience, the wetter a pussy got, the less feeling it had, but Carol’s pussy felt like it had a million tiny suction cups massaging my shaft. With every stroke, a thrill ran up my cock to my brain and back down. She reached back with both hands and pulled my hips to her as she started shaking again. As her orgasm became more intense, I started coming for the fourth time. And the fourth felt as good as the first three! I pumped her full of love juice again with stroke after stroke of earth shaking orgasmic ecstasy!

I discovered that Missy was taking her contraceptive foam with her on Wednesday nights so there was nothing to feel guilty about. Merle worked all night every Wednesday night and Carol and I fucked our brains out. Sometimes we got a chance on other nights too. I will never get enough of this incredible woman and her incredible pussy. Then she started letting me in her ass and that was even tighter.

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His tongue flickered across her lips – testing and tasting the pressure of her desire. She felt her breasts tighten, her quim open and remain at the ache for something thrust there: his cock, his tongue, anything to release the sweet moisture growing within.

She responded to his tongue by gently taking it with her teeth and pulling his firm, fully-clothed body to hers. Heat flowed between them as she caressed his back and felt the thin stuff of his white shirt slide over firm muscle.

He was kissing her eyes, her cheeks with a needful rapidity; stroking her sides, hips … each became absorbed in this almost innocent exploration. Avoiding their sex was tacit between them. She wanted to delay their nakedness but their need of each other was becoming urgent.

His tongue entered her mouth with ferocity; it hurt but her lips swelled and opened to accept it. Whipping their tongues in and out, sucking and biting each other’s lips without breath was flooding their brains with hot, smoky blood like waves of Sicilian heat.

His breath was becoming shorter, “I can’t – I must – please let me see your breasts.” He pulled away, stood still with effort and let his eyes slowly slide to her breasts.

All became quiet; a suspended silence of sexual tension hung between them and each stood still. She felt strong, in control and pulsing with desire.

The room was darker now; neither had noticed the light fading. Pupils dilating, the room began to take shape, however, with the cigarettes burning in the ash-tray and the half full wine glasses on the little Italian table that he’d Eryaman Escort bought on his last trip there.

“Sit down,” her voice sounded deep and choked. He sat, looking at her like a young boy to the older woman who has decided to take his virginity. He could hardly contain his excitement as the bulge proved.

She turned seductively – and she knew it – to draw the heavy linen curtains. The world was shut out now : time to create their own. He licked his lips. She looked down at him and unbuttoned the black crepe de chine wisp of blouse, dropping it onto the wooden floor. Her nipples were erect and straining at the lace of her bra. She was aware of her shallow breathing and knew her breasts were moving in rhythm – his eyes were fixed on them with unmasked yearning.

She wanted to make him wait, so she stroked the bare thigh above her stocking top and slid a finger under the crotch of her lace knickers and began to finger herself. Her juice started to run – oh God, this need coursed through her as she rubbed her clit. Her breasts were becoming full and warm. Unhooking the straps, she sighed as they fell free.

Looking straight at him, she cupped each breast and pushed them together. He moaned. Then, she licked the juice on her finger and gently started to rub the erection of her right nipple. “Oh Christ,” was his whispered response as she did the same with her left nipple. Waves of electricity crackled from her nipples to deep within. She tilted back her head and moaned gently – he almost wasn’t there. She loved the physical Sincan Escort sensation of feeling her breasts and would push up her clothes in solitude and lose herself in the tight, tender orgasm that she could make happen when stroking and rubbing her nipples.

That orgasm was building now – she wanted him to know it and she desperately needed it. As she opened her eyes, she saw that he’d taken his cock out and was massaging it, gazing at her. She focused on the movement of his hand and stroked the tip of each of her nipples with increasing speed, thrusting her pelvis towards him in rhythm.

She closed her eyes and gave in to the pulsing deep inside. “Oh, that’s so good, so good,” she whispered as wave upon wave of sweet ecstasy flooded through her. Suddenly, she felt his firm grasp kneading and squeezing her breasts. His tongue sucked deeply on her left breast whilst he twisted and pulled the other nipple. The pain was deeply pleasurable contracting again and again…

“Bite me, drink from me,” she implored as their bodies lost control and collapsed onto the floor. Their limbs entwined and they began to tear at each other’s remaining clothes. He gave an involuntary gasp as her cool hand took hold of his member – hard with throbbing blood. She massaged his balls – tight with semen waiting to spray.

She lightly licked the tip, pulling back the foreskin as she did so. Tightening her lips around his cock, she thrust it to the back of her throat feeling it contract and swell. He was writhing now. She inserted a finger Etlik Escort inside herself and began to masturbate – oh, exquisite, she was about to come – no, not yet … she withdrew her finger and rubbed her juice over his manhood. Flicking up and down his glans with her fingers; she began to suck him with such vigour that he cried out, “I want to fuck you, Emma – now!”

Stillness for a moment : he, hungry; she, curious as they locked eyes. He sprang up, twisted her round and forced her onto her knees on the hard floor. With his hand in the small of her back, he pushed fiercely so that her back arched and her hips flared.

Knowing the openness of her cunt, she pleaded, “Please – put it … please, I need you in me.” Her throat and chest were constricted as he put a hand round her throat – and suddenly, a stabbing pain as she felt him enter. He started slowly at first but they both became caught up in the increasing pace of his thrusting cock – in, out, in, out – deep within the core of herself she felt their orgasm begin. Deeper went his cock and tighter were his hands both now on her hips. She bucked as she felt the atoms of her orgasm course through her body like white fire. A hundred thousand tiny, coloured lights exploded behind her eyes as she felt the force of his cum in her cunt.

As she turned to lie on her back, she felt a trickle of their juices slip down the inside of her thigh. She watched him get up, move to pick up a cigarette. From the distance he turned and smiled …

She had been standing in front of the picture for quite some time she realised. Looking around, she felt momentarily discomfited and exposed. But no, no one seemed curious nor puzzled by her absorption in the painting of a nude lying on the floor, one hand covering her pussy and her eyes looking at someone not there.

“Emma” stated the inscription simply – and she smiled secretly as she walked quietly away.

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