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Chapter I

I was 19 years old when my father gave me “The Gift.”

At that time I didn’t know what it was and didn’t know what to do with it, but it didn’t matter. I respected my father and did what he told me to do. We were an unusual family, my father was a full-blooded Seminole Indian but didn’t live with my Anglo mother and myself in Jacksonville, Florida but he visited frequently. When I was in school he often came during the day while I was away. Once in a while he came on the weekend and usually stayed overnight. My mother was deeply in love with him and, on these occasions, became giddy as a schoolgirl and beamed for days afterward. I know he took very good care of us and sent my mother quite a bit of money every month. While I was in high school, I learned that he was a very powerful medicine man and a key figure in the Seminole tribal council in South Florida.

He had met my mother while they were both students at Florida State University in Tallahassee where he had been an outstanding athlete. If she had gone to live with him after they were married, it would have been on the reservation in South Florida so they decided that she would live in Jacksonville, close to her family. She opened a small bookstore to keep herself busy and I worked there part time after school and on Saturday. We were closed on Sundays.

Although I was a big, handsome fellow, I was very slow to mature. My voice didn’t begin to change until I was almost seventeen years old and by the time I turned nineteen I still hadn’t seen the first hint of a whisker. My mother attributed it to my Native American heritage but I was aware that I was just not as masculine as my friends. Like my dad, I played football but was not as good as he had been.

On my nineteen birthday in early summer, just a few months before I was to start college, my father came to visit, bearing gifts. The strangest gift of all was a small, sealed container of what looked to be tea leaves.

His English was as good as or better than most so-called Americans but because of his involvement in Indian affairs and what the tourists expected, he had adopter a curt, very basic way of speaking. From his use of the language, you would never guess he had a PHD and had written numerous acclaimed books on Native American Culture, Medicines and Customs.

We were sitting at the kitchen table when he gave me the little canister and said, “My son, this gift is a powerful medicine that every young man needs. You are to make a hot beverage from the leaves every day. Although it is a little bitter, it is very good for you and will give you powers well beyond those of other young men. Be careful to take a cup every day and let me know when you need more.”

Later, when I told my mother about this, she just smiled very knowingly and said, “Pay attention to your father, he does know what he is talking about. You should do exactly as he says. You will be much better for it.”

The very next day I started my “tea” regimen. Within weeks I began to notice a very gradual change in my body. My hair, which was already long and black, became shinier and easier to take care of. My pubic hair and the hair under my arms became a little coarser. My voice deepened and I even noticed the first vestige of whiskers. There was a definite bulking out of my muscles. I assumed that the tea was some sort of a masculine tonic but I was soon to find it was far more than that.

Not long after I began to become aware of the changes, I was asked to be an usher at the wedding of one of my friend’s older brother. The wedding went off without a hitch and I was canlı bahis having a good time at the reception in the hotel. One of the bridesmaids, Heidi, a girl I knew from school and thought was a hot number, dragged me up to dance with her. I’m not much of a dancer but we bounced around for a couple of fast numbers so I was relieved when they started a slower tune. I took her in my arms and was really getting into it, her body was soft and yielding and her perfume was intoxicating.

She seamed to enjoy the closeness and wilted into my arms, but suddenly, she stiffened and pushed away from me. She had a strange look in her eyes and her face was flushed. “What… What are you doing to me? I… I don’t… I can’t handle this!” Without another word, she ran off the dance floor leaving me standing there with half a hard on.

Dejectedly, I started off the floor only to be grabbed from behind by an older woman that I thought was the bride’s aunt. With a chuckle in her voice she said, “I saw that! What did you do to that poor girl? Did you rub up against her? Come on, you can do it to me, I like it.” With that, she grabbed my arm and twirled me back onto the dance floor.

Although she was much older than I, perhaps 35 or so, she was a very attractive, well-proportioned woman. She was tall, almost as tall as my 6′ 2″ in her heels. Her light brown hair framed a beautiful face, highlighting her rich tawny eyes and full red lips. She wasn’t one of the bride’s attendants but I had noticed her because she was wearing a gown similar to the rest of the wedding party. She wasn’t kidding about the rubbing except she was doing it to me! She ground herself into me until my poor 19-year-old cock was hard as a hammer handle. She couldn’t help but notice.

“Wow! You are something! Do you get like that every time you dance with a girl?” She hooked her arm into mine and headed us toward the patio. “Come on, let’s get some air. I’m Alice, Joan’s cousin from out of town, what’s your name?”

“I’m Jimmy, Jimmy Williams.” (My real name was Jimmy Williams-Tiger, but I used my mother’s maiden name in school.) “I’m a friend of Richard’s brother.”

The reception had begun to wind down and there were only a few people left in the dining room or out on the patio. She pushed me against a wall between two bushes and kissed me, not just a little peck but, an open mouth, tongue dueling encounter. She was pushing herself against my erection.

“You are a big boy aren’t you? I’d like to feel that thing you are poking me with.” Her hand went down between us and she grabbed my cock through my pants. “God you are big! It’s been a long time since I had one that hard.”

Her hand felt good so I didn’t object when she undid my belt, the top button of my trousers and slid my zipper down. The moment she touched my dick she gasped. “God! You are big, hard, and nice to hold! It gives me the shivers to touch it! Come on, let’s go up to my room and see if you know how to use that thing.

I wasn’t about to tell her I had only done it once before, and that was with a girl a bunch of us guys got drunk and screwed in the back of a car. I was pretty drunk then and didn’t remember much of it.

She zipped me up and ushered me around to a side door, down a corridor and into an elevator. The second the door closed she wrapped her arms around me and ground herself against my hard cock again. A moment later we arrived at her flood and she towed me (willingly) into her room.

We were standing about 6 feet apart as she reached behind her back and unzipped her gown. “OK Jimmie, off with those clothes and lets see what you bahis siteleri got and what you can do with it.”

By now, she was barefoot and her gown and slip were around her feet, on the floor. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, standing there in her bra and bikini panties. My coat, shirt and tie were off and I was taking my undershirt off. My eyes almost popped out of my head when she dropped her bra and let those luscious titties flop out. They were big, round and full with large pink areolas and nipples standing out like, well, nipples.

She stepped out of the pile of clothes on the floor and dropped the bikini panties to reveal a small patch of pubic hair, trimmed into the shape of an arrowhead, pointing down at paradise. I don’t remember taking the rest of my clothes off. But I do remember her coming to me and pushing her warm, soft, naked body against mine and kissing me with her tongue deep in my mouth. My stiff pole was folded up against my belly, captured between us. She pushed me backward until I collapsed on the bed with her hovering over me. Her warm hands were massaging and caressing my dick, which was already weeping precum. My hand was between her legs, marveling at the moisture I found there.

Tantalizingly, she lowered her head and licked away the first drop of liquid oozing from me. She put her lips on the head as if to kiss it and gradually let it slid into her warm, soft mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling around the helmet, dancing along the tender, sensitive underside but when she slid it all the way in, so far that her nose was almost touching my groin, I thought I would loose it.

She looked down at me and smiled, ” I don’t know what it is about you but I am so hot I can’t stand it.”

I was awestruck as she slowly crawled onto the bed, straddled my hips, held my cock in an upright position and gradually lowered her warm, moist pussy onto it. Her hands were on my chest now and although it appeared she was looking at me, I could see her eyes were almost glassy and not focused on anything. She was making soft moaning noises as she slowly posted up and down on me, sliding my hard dick in and out of her cunt.

She continued her leisurely ride, at times rising so high until I was afraid my cock would fall out. At the crucial apex of her motion she slowly and carefully lowered herself all the way down until she was nestled tight against me. In this position she wiggled enough to bring her clitoris in direct contact with the shaft of my cock and contracted her internal muscles of her vagina almost like she was milking a cow. Just when I thought I would cum, she would stop and start the exercise all over again.

She was still supporting her body with her hands on my chest but she was in another world entirely, completely lost, oblivious of everything but my hard cock slipping in and out of her. Her head had sagged between her shoulders until her hair completely hid her face while she continued her quest to suck the semen out of my body with her pussy. Every now and then, she would stop completely, take a few deep breaths and start again. I’m sure the stops were when she was close to cumming.

Finally, she gasped, stiffened, gave a little sigh and simply wilted on top of me. Although she was completely still, I could feel the muscles of her vagina clinching and releasing, clinching and releasing. It was more than I could take and I was straining against her, pushing her inert body up and down as I pounded into her from below. I would not be denied and in just a few moments I unloaded my almost virginal sperm deep into her, pulse after pulse bahis şirketleri and my body racked with the ecstasy of a mighty orgasm.

When it was over and I was basking in the thrill of having fucked such a desirable woman I became aware that she was still laying across my chest, almost comatose from the exertion. I realized that we had been at it for almost an hour. There was no response from her when I rolled her onto the other side of the bed. I got up, went to the toilet, cleaned up and when I got back I found her curled into the fetal position. I climbed into bed and nestled my nude body against hers, my soft dick against her ass. She murmured softly, pushed against me and soon began to snore quietly.

I had some of the most vivid dreams of my life that night. I began to get a warm, heavenly feeling that was beyond description and awoke to find it was she, laying between my legs and nursing on my penis. She was fondling my balls with one hand, holding my cock with the other and looking up at me across my stomach. She pulled her head up a little, smiled, licked her lips and said, “Well sleepy head, what do you think of this?”

“I think it’s wonderful. I never had anyone do that to me before. Please don’t stop.”

“If you never had a blow job, have you ever eaten pussy?”

I had heard the other guys at school talk about it but had never had the chance. I really didn’t want to admit I was so naive but I was afraid I couldn’t fake that, at least not with her. “No, but I would like to try.”

“Good for you. Most men are a little hesitant at first but once they get into it they usually like it. You just stay there on your back and I will take care of everything.”

She moved around on the bed until we were in the 69 position. Her knees were on either side of my face and her pussy was only inches from my nose. She smelled fresh and clean and it dawned on me that she must have bathed while I was sleeping. I was wondering if I was going to be able to do this when she swallowed my cock again. Without another thought, I stuck my tongue into her pussy and found I really liked it. The fantastic feeling of her mouth on my cock and the excitement of eating my first pussy was almost overwhelming.

I stabbed, licked and probed until I found the little button that I knew must be her clitoris. She was wiggling noticeably when I sucked it between my lips and ran my tongue over it.

She was sucking on my cock with renewed vigor and just when I thought I would lose it, she let out a muffled grunt, ground her snatch into my face and flooded me with her juices. The sweet taste of her nectar did it for me and I unloaded into her mouth. With each pulse I was bucking so hard she had to hold my cock to keep me from ramming it down her throat.

When it was over, I lay there gasping for breath. She rolled off of me and said, “My God, you are good. Are you sure that you never ate pussy before? I don’t think I ever had it any better.”

It struck me like a bomb when she added, “Your ability to please a women is an unusual skill. You should cherish and nurture that as a gift. Did you get it from your father?”

If only she knew. “Yes, I did.”

We made love once more that morning before she had to check out of the hotel. She was obligated to stop by and see her aunt before she started her long drive back to Virginia.

Her parting words were, “I think I’ll go home and kick my boyfriend in the ass. I’ll always remember you and your wonderful Gift. If you ever get to Richmond, call me.”

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Copyright © 10-27-2004 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.

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Part 2 – the girls go fishing

“Shall we meet this Saturday.”

“Yeah. At the place we always used to meet.”

A quick agreement for a rendezvous, made during the week. The time and place agreed.

It was not exactly an uncommon occurrence waiting for Siobhan. Danielle swung her bare legs as she sat on the old wooden bench in the shade of the tree just as she had done so many times before. And as she had done so many times before she was waiting for Siobhan who was late. Not very later but late nonetheless. Her eyes cast around for something to look at. Across from her the old brick wall almost glowed in the hot sunlight. Certainly the orange of the brickwork had an almost fiery quality. It was in the nature of bricks to be born of fire; to have been baked in the furnace. It was almost as if they were reliving that experience. And in the wall was an old green door; a door Siobhan and she had often wondered about. Danielle frowned. Had she and Siobhan not gone through that very door the week before? A fragment of memory touched the surface of her mind and drifted away. No, she did not think that was likely. She would certainly have remembered that.

It was an old wooden door with flaking green paint. Nothing particularly unusual about it apart, perhaps from the way its top was arched to match the brickwork. The contrast of the orange of the bricks and the green of the door was somehow pleasing.

“Hullo.” Siobhan was not that late after all. Danielle had been settling in for the usual wait.

“You’re early – I mean not late.”

“Couldn’t settle. All morning I’ve been thinking about meeting you. Must be developing a crush on you.”

It was funny. That was the last thing at all likely. Not with the way Siobhan talked about boys. “I dunno, I couldn’t settle at all, it was as if…”

Danielle did not find out what the ‘if’ was.

“Danielle! That door. You know. That door,” she pointed towards the old wall, “it’s open.”

Danielle was more than used to Siobhan talking about ‘that door.’ The door in the brick wall seemed to hold some sort of fascination for her. She did not think she had ever seen it open before. Not that it was very open across the road – just ajar. She frowned, she did not think it had been open at all when she had been looking at it.

“Come on let’s go see.”

Danielle was reluctant but as usual followed her friend across the street.

Siobhan pushed at the green door and it swung further open, just the merest hint of a creak to its hinges. The sight that greeted them was almost breathtaking. A hidden walled garden of flowers, lawns and shrubs. It was exquisite, colourful and full of scent. It quite stunned Danielle as she followed the swish of Siobhan’s cotton dress down a path of red bricks. Her sense of smell was stimulated by an onslaught of scents: was that the smell of an orange tree? Perhaps, certainly lavender and most definitely the smell of newly cut grass.

Danielle frowned for a moment as she watched her friend step onto the grass. It was emerald green, clearly well watered and tended. She was not sure she could see one weed. There were certainly no daisies or buttercups. Her frown was for the hint of a memory. She had the sudden recollection of the acrid smell of a lawn mower starting, its dark green frame shaking and throbbing with the suddenly active petrol engine.

It was a momentary thought before her eyes swept across the multitude of flowers calling for her attention, almost overloading her sight with their variety.

Overhanging the path an orange tree, its dark glossy leaves pleasing and contrasting with the vividness of the ripening fruit. She had indeed smelt and now could see them. Her hand reached up to a pair of oranges growing closely together and felt their skin. It was smooth but lightly pitted. Danielle was tempted to scratch the thick rind and release the sharp smell of the zest, even to pick and peel and taste the sweet juice.

“Siobhan, we shouldn’t be here.” But her friend was not listening, was seemingly captivated by the tinkling of a little fountain. She was standing, looking down at a stone edged pool in the middle of the lawn. At its centre a stone column rose and from it issued a steady stream of water rising up into the air and falling gently into the water below. Danielle knew the falling water would oxygenate the water and from its clarity and the clear healthiness of the moving goldfish was evidently doing just that.

The water looked cool and pleasant. Danielle wondered if Siobhan too was thinking how good it would be to dangle legs in the water or perhaps bathe with the fishes. She looked around but there was no sign of anyone in the garden, trespassing was one thing but getting into somebody’s ornamental pool and bathing quite another.

“Oh Danielle, isn’t this so lovely. A secret garden just like I had always imagined.”

“Mmmm. Lovely but…”

The fish swum lazily in the pool. Big ones and little ones, moving in and out amongst illegal bahis the lillies.

It was as if Siobhan knew what she was thinking, “we don’t need to leave yet, there’s no one, not even a gardener. We can stay for a bit. Look, a little place to sit, would ‘bower’ be the word?

It was just so. A bower formed of overhanging willow, its pointed leaves giving shade from the sun. Within it a pretty little wooden seat. Siobhan went and sat upon it. Danielle followed.

They sat side by side, their bare knees almost touching. Even in the shade it was hot. Danielle could feel her perspiration trickling. Across from the bower the water of the pool looked so cool.

“I’m going to…” Siobhan kicked off her sandals and made her way barefoot across the mown grass.

Danielle had never seen such neatly mown grass with perfect stripes going up and down the lawn. It was cut very close to the ground. She watched as Siobhan stepped off the grass onto the stone edging to the pool. It was set flat with the grass, lichen greyed stone in an oval shape. Siobhan’s feet were on the stone, her toes curling over the edge at the edge of the pool. Her toenails were painted green to match her dress and fingernails. Danielle thought Siobhan had pretty feet but, there again, most everything about Siobhan was pretty.

“No, Siobhan you mustn’t.”

But when had Siobhan listened to her?

Danielle reached, grabbed Siobhan’s sandals but even before she had reached her, Siobhan had her legs in the water. Danielle could see her brightly painted toenails wriggling down there amongst the fishes.

Momentarily startled by the sudden appearance of two pale feet, the fish had taken themselves to the other end of the pool. It was not long before they were back.

“This is nice,” said Siobhan gently moving her legs in the water.

It did, indeed, look nice – nice and cool. Danielle looked up the garden and back down it. There was nobody else there, indeed, unless someone came through the green door, it was not obvious how anyone else could get in. But if the door had been ajar surely that meant someone had come in – or had someone popped out, perhaps to the shops or simply forgotten to lock the door? Perhaps the person would not be back for a while.

She looked down at the water, at Siobhan’s legs and feet moving within the cool liquid. Kicking off her sandals Danielle sat down beside her friend, knees drawn up inside her dress and her toes curling over the edge of the stone lip to the pool.

“Go on,” said Siobhan.

Danielle frowned but the cool water was just so inviting. She dipped her toes.

“They tickle,” said Siobhan. The fishes had returned and one or two were close to Siobhan’s legs, even touching them with their mouths.

One came right up to Danielle’s big toe, right there on her right foot just poked into the water. She giggled. It was sweet seeing them come to make friends and, yes, it did tickle. She slipped the whole of her foot into the cool water. One foot and then the other and almost before she realised it she was in up to her knees. The fish swam around, in and out of the girls’ legs.

Around them the garden. So beautiful, so tranquil, an oasis of perfection in the city. A gentle and soothing hum of insects and the tinkle, tinkle of the fountain. Dainty butterflies moving from flower to flower seeking nectar. A few trees over by the wall rose towards the blue, blue of the sky but casting little shade. It was hot.

“I wish this was my garden.”

But it was not. Danielle knew they were trespassing, but there seemed nobody there to mind.

“If this was my garden,” said her friend,” I’d get right into the pool, “wouldn’t you?”

And Danielle knew she would. The water seemed so clear, so clean and fresh. Crystal clear, as oxygenated and fresh as a running mountain stream. She thought of snow melt running down the mountain and warmed by the hot sun as it tumbled and splashed over rocks down and down to the lower pastures. Danielle imagined Siobhan and she out for a hike and cooling themselves in a little rock pool. Two girls together unembarrassed to drop their day sacks and unbutton shirts and shorts, unembarrassed to pick their way hand in hand, bare foot over the rocks and into the pool. Unembarrassed to have their breasts out in the open or see each other’s private hair, Siobhan’s so red, hers so dark.

But what if some youth, tall and fair caught them, nymph like at their bathing? Would she mind being admired? The young man smiling at them and clearly in no hurry to leave, just sitting and watching. She could imagine her friend being flirtatious, acting both coy and provocative, even inviting the young man to ‘join them.’

She imagined watching him undress. She found herself liking the idea of him taking his time, a slow, unhurried undoing of buttons, gradually, tantalisingly revealing a flat male chest. She perhaps slipping lower in the water to hide her nipples, watching as he bent to undo his boots, admiring illegal bahis siteleri the long curve of his back and strong arms. Perhaps he might turn away as he undid his shorts, so the first view of what was hidden was his tight, firm bottom and slim, masculine hips. Would his thing be or would it not be?

Danielle looked up from a contemplation of feet and swimming fish and realised her thoughts had made her feel a little sexual. There was wetness in her panties that was not simply perspiration. She sighed, it really was a lovely garden.

Would the young man have erected? The idea of him turning and it being ‘there’ very pleasing to her. She imagined a joint gasp from both Siobhan and herself. A proper, or was it old fashioned, gasp from young girls at such a sight. Not that she had seen, but she had thought a lot about such things. In her mind she visualised the youth’s penis, curving straight up in the air, long and rounded at the end, looking so un-girl like, like it meant business. Well, there were two of them to one of him but…

Danielle moved her thighs, opening and closer them causing movement in the water and the fishes to swim.

“I’m going to.”

“Going to what?” Said Danielle, turning to her friend.

But already Siobhan was unbuttoning her dress.

“No, you can’t.”

But she could. The dress slipped easily over head to lie on the grass, a tumble of green cotton. Siobhan all at once almost as Danielle had imagined her by, or in, the mountain stream. Siobhan in just a pair of panties. As usual she had not worried about a brassiere, really had no need of the support, her small breasts such a contrast to Danielle’s own.

“Really Siobhan, what if someone should come?” Indeed. What if someone was to come and see Siobhan’s rather small breasts but with their rather dramatic big brown areolae all set around with orange brown freckles. You could easily have seen the freckles in the vee of her dress neck but would not have known how they extended.

A giggle and then the girl lifted her bottom and slipped her panties downwards across her thighs and then raised her legs out of the water and, leaning back with her legs in the air, slid them up into the air, past her knees and feet, getting them a little wet in the process. Had someone been standing the other side of the pool then he, and Danielle imagined a ‘he,’ would have seen a great deal of Siobhan that was normally hidden. Indeed so high up were Siobhan’s legs that Danielle herself caught sight of what nestled between her legs.

Siobhan as naked as the day she was born, naked in the garden. Pretty as a picture but…

“Siobhan!”

But as usual her friend ignored her and not only put her feet and legs back in the water but slid in right up to her tummy.

“Ooooh – cold. But nice!”

Danielle could not stop looking around the garden expecting someone to come at any moment, worried for her completely naked friend: but the bees kept travelling from flower to flower and the occasional butterfly made its way over the pool, all was tranquil, there was nothing stirring in the garden. The sun was as hot as before reflecting back at them from the orange brickwork.

Looking down Danielle watched the fishes, and Siobhan’s body in the water. One fish came up close to her, nosing into her ginger curls that waved a little like pondweed when she moved. Siobhan looked back at her and giggled.

“You are so naughty, Siobhan.”

“I know, I know! Go on, Danielle, join me.”

It did look so cool and there did seem to be nobody about. The worst that could happen would be a telling off for trespassing… well, and perhaps a little ogling of young naked girls. Should she?

As usual she followed where her friend lead. Danielle stood and slid her panties down before unbuttoning her polka dot dress and pulling it over her head. She settled back on the edge of the pool, two layers of cotton no longer between her bottom and the warm stone. Her legs in the water. It was all becoming a little like her day dream of the young man in the mountains seeing them bathing in the mountain stream. It would be a sweet picture now for a young man to see, looking across from the willow bower: two almost naked girls, one in the pool, one on the edge but so different. Siobhan’s long red wavy hair and pale skin, her small, freckled breasts and red, red curls between her thighs: Danielle bronzed by the sun except where the bikini went; her hair black including her private curls, though her long hair was not at all wavy rather as straight as a die; her breasts, still enclosed by her brassiere, were ample.

The brassiere felt both hot and itchy and it seemed both pointless to retain it and pleasant to remove it. Danielle unclipped and let it fall forward before she dropped it on her clothes. Again the contrast. Her breasts so full, really mounding but with the smallest and palest of areolae: Siobhan not quite flat chested yet with the most enormous brown areolae. Danielle frowned. canlı bahis siteleri She was sure Siobhan’s nipples had not been sticking out like that before. That was hardly going to be due to the cold!

“Come on!”

Such a relief to ease further into the water. Her bare bottom settled on a stone shelf. The pool had, perhaps, been built for bathing, with a stone seat running all the way around it, a cold plunge bath perhaps or else it was simply to give variation in depth. The pool was deeper in the middle where the stone pillar of the fountain rose. She sighed.

“They do tickle.”

They did indeed. Seemingly unfazed by the arrival of a second girl in the water the fishes were swimming close to her.

“This is bliss,” said Siobhan leaning a little further back and looking up at the sky. “What could be nicer?”

Indeed, though Danielle would rather have preferred a shady riverbank, somewhere more private than somebody else’s garden. Perhaps a boy or two equally naked with them on the riverbank – a naughty thought! She watched the fish swimming lazily around her friends limbs, occasionally coming right up to her skin and touching it with their little mouths. One even had the temerity to swim between Siobhan’s open legs and nibble at the girl’s soft inner thigh.

Poking out of the waving curls. down below the visible divide of her mons veneris was a hint of wrinkled flesh, not as pronounced as Danielle knew hers to be but undoubtedly the fleshy inner lips and clitoral hood of a young woman. She had not seen her friend like that before, she had not been so exposed in the showers at school. The fish was still nosing around the girl’s thigh.

“You want to be careful it doesn’t nibble that.” Danielle pointed, pointed at Siobhan’s sex revealing she had been looking at it.

Siobhan laughed. “They do tickle. But I think you’re at more risk than me!”

“Wha…?”

Danielle looked down at herself. She had not even realised she had opened her thighs but, there between, them was an even larger fish inches from her own delicate skin. It had swum up the ‘creek’ of her thighs and with barely moving tail seemed to be contemplating her sex. Danielle was scared but equally did not want to clamp her legs together for fear of harming the fish.

“What should I do, what should I do?”

She put her hand in the water to ‘shoo’ it away but not before she had felt just the slightest tickling touch.

“Oooh!” It sent a quite electric tremor through her as she clamped her legs shut sending a little wave across the pool.

The larger fish had not gone far, if it was the same one, and was now making its way up between Siobhan’s legs. Several of the other fish were being inquisitive.

“It’s a nice tickling,” said Siobhan. A couple of little fishes were up against her inner thigh but the larger fish was swimming slowly up her ‘creek.

“Oh, golly. it’s… it’s tiny mouth, I can feel it on my… my, you know.’

Danielle leaned towards Siobhan, looking more closely at her friend’s sex than ever before and there was the tiny mouth of the fish right up against it, its tiny lips gently mouthing the little smooth button of her clitoris.

“Oh, it’s such a feeling, I… wow!”

The girl was actually touching a nipple with her hand. It was more than obvious to Danielle just how turned on her friend was.

“Siobhan! You’re having sex with fish!”

But then Danielle felt the touch of tiny mouths on her delicate skin and what had been coming, came in a rush. Of course she was wet, wet from the tummy downwards as she was sitting in the cool water but this was a rush of a different kind of wet. Were the fishes perhaps feeding, grazing on her sexual secretions and those of her friend? The feelings so delicate, so sexual, so electric. Like Siobhan, her nipples hardened. She was not minded this time to ‘shoo’ the fishes away.

Danielle blinked. Looking down in the clear water it seemed as if some of the larger fishes had changed or was it just different fish swimming towards her? Before they had simply been goldfish, orange carp shaped fishes in the water but these were different. Their heads bulbous and their bodies rounder, more like eels, with a more sinuous motion. Still pretty fish, not scary like catfish. They were quite phallic in appearance, even their little mouths gave such an appearance set in the centre of their bulbous head, though Danielle hardly imagined penises had little moving lips at their openings.

Their shape, its association with boys and sex, gave an added feeling to Danielle’s excitement as she watched them swimming closer.

Something, though, made her look up. There sitting in the willow arbour was a person. The man, for it had to be a man, was old or at least his bushy grey beard gave that immediate impression. He was dressed in old grey, rather baggy, trousers held up by twin braces over his white long sleeved shirt. The red braces were rather hidden by a waistcoat, his white sleeves were rolled up well above his elbows showing nut brown, hairy arms. The waistcoat was a striking Royal Blue with brass buttons though, unsurprisingly, they were mostly unbuttoned. Upon his feet brown boots suggesting a man engaged in gardening. Was he the gardener?

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Shawna was waiting for Rachel for twenty minutes at the bar; she was sometimes late so she was used to waiting. She ordered her drink and Rachel texted what her what to order so she could have her drink ready for when she got there, something they often do for each other.

“Hey babe,” said Rachel who took a seat right beside her. “Thanks for getting my drink ready.”

“No problem,” Shawna replied. “It’s been a few weeks since I saw you, what have you been up to?”

“The same old stuff,” she replied. “Work, tv, going out to a new club, that sort of thing.”

“How’s the fabulous Doug doing?” she asked referring to Rachel’s boyfriend who every one of their friends were jealous of her that she had a guy like him.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” she told her. “I need to break up with him.”

“Really?” the statement shocked Shawna. “He’s such a good catch.”

“If you want him, you can have him,” Rachel told her.

“Say what?”

“I need you to fuck him.”

“Oh, no” Shawna knew where this was going. “You don’t mean—”

“Yes,” Rachel interrupted. “I need you to booby trap him.”

Rachel wanted out of her relationship with Doug, and her best friend Shawna was her only way out of it. There was nothing really wrong with Doug, he was in all sense a good catch. He was handsome, fit, treated her well, always got a long with her friends, and had a well-paid job. The problem was that they had nothing in common. While she was a party girl who liked to go clubbing and getting wild on the dance floor, he enjoyed nice dinner outs and hanging out with friends in bars and never getting drunk. While she was into trashy tv shows, he enjoyed good tv dramas. While she liked to vacation in hotspots where she can jet ski, go out in sexy bikinis and again party, he liked to go mountain-climbing, visit ancient ruins, and other things where he can expand his mind.

The only thing that was keeping them together was the great sex between them. He was the best she best guy she has ever had sex with, and that includes the three guys she has cheated on him with in the last year. She knew it was a mistake cheating on him, but she couldn’t help herself, she wasn’t into committed relationships, which made her relationship with Doug more of a problem. She had thought about just telling him that she had cheated on him, at least tell him that it was just with one guy. But she didn’t want to look like the bad guy in the breakup, even though she clearly was being a bad person. And she was aware of how selfish she was being, which did make her feel guilty.

There was only one way out that should could think of, a method that she and a few of her friends used to use a lot back in college but haven’t used since then. They called the method “the booby trap”; simply put they would help each other break up with their boyfriends that they didn’t want to be involved with anymore by sleeping with each other’s boyfriends. They called it the booby trap because of how they use their tits to get their targets attention and lure them into bed with them. They would then sleep with the guy, she would pretend that she confessed to her friend that they slept together when all they just told them that the deed was done, and then she would use that as the perfect excuse to break up with them.

The idea started with one of Rachel’s friends had drunken sex with her boyfriend, a guy she was didn’t really like as much and was planning on breaking up with. He was kind of a big man on campus and it would’ve made her look bad if she broke up with him, but when he cheated on her with a friend of hers, she had the perfect excuse to break up with him. After that, they tested out the method with Rachel seduced one of Shawna’s boyfriend that she wanted to break up with, and later Shawna slept with another one of their friend’s boyfriends for the same reason.

And they were aware that this method made them look slutty, but only they knew about it. Also, it was a lot of fun for them to be sleeping around with different guys. They were also aware it was a mean method to employ, but it was a very effective method. And they would always be sure that they would be nice about the breakup, telling them things like there were hard feelings and they could still be friends and other things like that. It was a good way to make them look good with other people seeing that they were still willing to be friends and looked like that the guy learned their lessons and would never do it again. They did on occasion question how their exes were still friendly with the women who they cheated on them, they made some excuses about forgiveness and how they apologized for their actions, and other things that sounded plausible.

Now, several years after college, out of the blue, Rachel is asking Shawna to do it one more time. Sure, she had her fun with that back in college, but that was when they were young, irresponsible, and didn’t care about consequences. College was crazy like that. Now she had just turned güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri 30 years old, had a good job, very responsible and was more into committed relationships then one-night flings.

“Sorry, Rachel, I just can’t do that anymore,” she told her. “Sure, it was fun, and I still enjoy the memories of it, but that’s not me anymore.”

“Please, you got to do this for me,” Rachel pleaded. “I can’t stand him anymore; we have nothing in common. It needs to end.”

“Then break up with him.”

“And look like the bad guy in this, I can’t,” she told her. “Plus, you own me one.”

“How?” Shawna asked.

“I booby trapped five of your past boyfriends, you only did it for four of mine, you owe me one.”

“Oh, come on, that was so long ago. How about I just pay for your drinks tonight and we’ll call it even?”

“When’s the last time you had sex?” Rachel asked.

“Oh, that’s a low blow,” Shawna said angrily.

It has actually been over a year since Shawna last had sex, when her fiancé got called feet a month before their wedding and called the whole thing off. She had dated a few guys since then but never got far enough for sex. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was hard for her get over her fiancé. They had talked a few times since then about getting back together and that gave her hope, but nothing came out of it.

“How do you even know he would go for it?” she asked.

“Does this mean you’re in?” Rachel asked with excitement.

“I’m thinking about it, it would be good to finally get fucked. But how do you know he would cheat on you?”

“He had cheated on his last three girlfriends,” Rachel answered.

“Really?”

This was a shock for Shawna to hear. There were some guys you can tell that would never cheat, and others who you know are total fuckboys. She never got the impression from Doug that he had done that in the past.

“I didn’t think he’s the type either, but then I met his last girlfriend and she filled me on the details. He’s a good guy, but fools around. So far, I don’t think he has cheated on me, maybe he has learned his lesson, but that could also mean that he’s holding back his urges and it would take one sexy bitch like you to finally make him break.”

“I have thought about fucking him, to be honest,” Shawna told her.

“I don’t blame you,” said Rachel. “And now’s your chance.”

“Great, when do we start?”

“Tonight,” she answered.

“What? I don’t have time to get ready to booby trap a guy.”

“Are you kidding me? Look at yourself.”

Shawna was a tall brunette with a killer body; her natural 38D breasts were the envy of all he friends. She had paid her way through college with modeling, and is now an agent at the modelling agency that used to manager her.

“So that’s why you asked me to dress in something slutty tonight,” Shawna was referring to her black, low cut dress she was wearing. “The perfect dress for a booby trap. And here I thought you were taking me out to a new club.”

“Oh, you’re still going to the club tonight.”

Very soon Doug would be arriving to meet her and Shawna at the bar where they would have drink before heading out to a new club that Rachel was handing the public relations for. But Rachel would be gone by the time Doug had arrived. She would send texts telling them that she couldn’t make it tonight and that they should go on without her.

“Are you sure this would work? Would he even be into me?”

“You’re a hot woman in a slutty dress, you don’t have to do much.”

With that, Rachel ran off a minute before Doug had arrived. He came in wearing stylish button-down shirt and trousers, ready to go clubbing with his girlfriend and her best friend. Rachel got a good luck at him, he was tall, muscular, and his face looked like a Jon Hamm and Ryan Gosling combined. She had no idea why Rachel would give up on a sexy guy like him, but she thought it was loss. It has been over a year since she had sex and if Rachel was ready to give him up, she was more than ready to have her shot at him even if it’s just for one night.

Before he got to the bar, she hiked up her dress an extra inch and fluffed up her tits a little to show a little extra cleavage.

“Hey Shawna,” said Doug as he approached her.

“Hey there handsome,” she replied.

She got out of her bar seat and went to hug him. She gave him an extra hard hug to push her tits against him, getting him slightly aroused and a good idea of what her body feels like against his.

She pulled back from the hug and got a good look at him.

“Damn, you are looking good tonight,” she told him.

“Thanks, so are you he replied.”

“I love that shirt,” she said and put her hand on his chest. “I love the feel of this fabric.”

“Yes. um. it feels good.”

She pulled her hand back and they made their way to the bar. She felt that she gave him a couple of good subtle hints, but didn’t want to over play her hand and get him suspicious.

“Looks güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri like you already started to have fun,” he said.

He was referring to the two empty glasses that was next to her, one of which was Rachel’s drink that she had left behind.

“I thought I’d start early,” she replied.

Doug ordered his own drink, when it arrived that’s when they got their texts from Rachel saying she couldn’t make it because of some work issues that came up. They were both disappointed, Shawna did her best to pretend that she wasn’t surprised by this. The texts also told them to go ahead to the club together and that the bouncer has their names at the front door.

Rachel was sure that Doug would make an excuse to go home so she sent him a text asking him please take your out and have a great time because she needed a night out to forget about her old fiancé. This made him decide it was it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go out tonight.

They finished their drinks and took an Uber to their destination. In the car, Shawna made some subtle flirtations with Doug, again not overly doing it as to not scare him off. He might end up thinking he couldn’t cheat on Rachel and she wanted to slowly get the idea into his mind. She was also shocked at how easy it was getting back into the game of seducing a guy. She used to have fun booby-trapping men; it was nice to try it one more time.

Just as Rachel said, they got into the club easy because she gave them their names at the front door. It was a typical club with a dance floor, a couple of bars and some VIP areas. There wasn’t much difference between this one and all the others clubs out there, that’s why people like Rachel are hired to do the PR to get them thinking it’s one of the best out there when in reality they are just as typical as all the others.

Because of Rachel, Shawna and Doug got their own seats in the VIP area and complimentary champagne. Doug popped open the bottle poured them both a glass.

“What should we toast too?” She asked.

“How about to Rachel?” Doug responded.

“No, she ditched us, lets toast to you and me having fun tonight.”

Doug saw no reason not to cheer to that; they clinked their glasses together and drank up. Then Shawna made him pour another drink for them and drank that up. After some time flirting and making sure Doug got a good look at her tits, she made him take her on the dance floor. It has been a while but Shawna worked the dance floor as if she was a professional. She showed off some moves to make sure Doug was concentrating on her body, and even grinded him a little. She could tell that Doug was having a good time, showing off his own moves on the dance floor. A couple of women tried to cut in and dance with him, but she managed to push her away to keep Doug all to herself.

They went to the bar for a couple of drinks and hit the dance floor again. Chilled out at the VIP are with another drink and hit the dance floor again. Then later, they had to separate to go to the bathroom, but then they went back to dancing. Despite the reason she was out with him tonight, Shawna was having a great time with Doug. Besides being a great dancer, he was great company. When they weren’t drinking and dancing, they were having great conversations. She even stopped overly flirting with him, just to talk to him. He was heavily concentrated at looking at her tits, but she couldn’t blame him for that. She has decided, she will still booby trap, but afterwards she may try to keep him. Rachel may not want him, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to let a guy like him go.

Near the end of the night, they decided to finally head home. They got an uber and they decided to first go to Doug’s place, since his place was closer. During the ride, she went back to overly flirting with him, even cozying up to his body. When they got to his place, she had to come up with a clever plan to make sure she goes up to his apartment instead of continuing the ride to her place next.

“I need to use your bathroom,” she told him. Not the cleverest plan, but it’s one that always works.

He said it was no problem and ended the uber ride there. They entered his apartment, and that’s when Shawna made her move. She grabbed him and kissed him hard on the mouth; he didn’t resist as she was afraid, he might and instead held her close as they made out in the hallway of his apartment. They started to make their way to the bedroom taking off pieces of their clothing. By the time they got to his bed, they were both in their underwear.

“Wait, stop,” he called out and held her back. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” She asked.

“I can’t cheat on Rachel,” he answered. “She and I don’t have the best relationship, but that doesn’t mean I should cheat on her.”

“Are you sure about that? We’re already here, we might as well give it a try.”

“I can’t, not again.”

“Again?”

“I cheated on my last three girlfriends,” he told Shawna, confirming güvenilir bahis şirketleri what Rachel had told her earlier. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“Do you love Rachel?” she asked.

He had to think about it for a moment, “No, I don’t. I like her enough, but not in love with her.”

That’s when Shawna took off her bra and threw it to the ground. Dough took one look at her tits and was practically in a hypnotic state. It was the final act of the booby trap; when all else fails, the tits will prevail.

“If you don’t love her, then its not a big deal to fool around on her,” said Shawna.

“Oh, fuck it, why not?”

With that, Doug grabbed her and threw her on the bed. They took off the last pieces of their clothing as they fondled each other. They kissed heavily as Doug was grabbing at Shawna’s tits and she was grabbing his large erect dick and stroking it. He got right on top of her and without any hesitation he shoved his dick right into her pussy. Doug left in there for a moment, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of her warm, tight pussy around his dick. Shawna felt a great sense of satisfaction to finally have a dick put inside her after not having sex for so long. Doug started fucking her slowly, Shawna held him close to her body, letting out moans every time he pushed himself into her body. She begged him to go faster and he complied with that request, picking up his speed. His large dick was hurting her but in a good way that she loved.

When she was ready, Shawna made Doug get on his back. She then grabbed his dick and shoved it into her mouth. Her lips were sealed perfectly around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, making light sucking noises as she done it. She was worried that she was going to be out of practice giving a blowjob because it has been so long since she had done it, but she was surprised at how well she was still good at sucking dick. Doug was impressed by her skills; he could never get Rachel go down on him. The regular sex was always good between them, but she never wanted to suck his dick, and it was aggravating. So, he was relieved to finally get a beautiful woman taking his dick into her mouth.

When she was done with the blowjob, she repositioned herself on top of him and guided his dick back into her body and began riding him. His hands were firmly placed on her hips as she began bouncing around on his dick. He just laid back, watching as this amazingly beautiful woman enjoying herself as she rode him, her hair flying wildly and her tits gently jiggling around. Shawna missed this so much, she missed letting her true wild self out. Even with her former fiancé, she never got wild with him, he didn’t like it when she did. But with Doug, he allowed her to act as she wanted to be in bed with him. She began to faster, moaning louder, Dough slapping her ass now and then and she loved it.

Doug got her on her back again; he pinned her hands by her side as he began fucking her again. He began pounding away at her as hard and fast as she can; she was screaming obscenities into his ears, things he never thought he’d hear a woman say. After a while, he couldn’t hold off much longer and got that feeling that all men get in their groins that lets them know they were going to explode. He tried to hold it off as much as he could, he wanted have as much time with Shawna as he was able to get. He managed to hold off a few more minutes until with one final thrust into he pussy, he shot his cum right into her and was finished.

Doug got off of Shawna and lied down next to her.

“That was amazing,” she told him.

“Thank you,” he replied. “You were amazing too.”

They both fell asleep holding each other. Several hours later Doug woke up from the sun shining through the window hitting his face. His movements then woke up Shawna. They were both a little groggy from the night before, and began talking about what they should have for breakfast.

“I’m glad the two of you had so much fun together,” a voice called out from the bedroom door.

They were both startled to see Rachel standing there, looking at them. Even though Shawna knew that she was going to be hooking up with Doug tonight, she was still surprised to see her standing there. Usually the plan called for them to wait a day after the sex has happened. During that time, they would dish about the guy one of them slept with and then come up with what they should say to the guy next to break up with him. But Shawna never called or text Rachel when it was over, so she came to see for herself what had happened. She was surprised to see Shawna and Doug being so cozy together in bed, when she was supposed to just have sex with him and then leave.

Doug began his apologies, the usual stuff that a man would say when he gets caught cheating. Shawna, in order to play along, said whatever she thought she should say to play a woman who just betrayed her best friend in order to sell the ruse.

“Save it, both of you,” said Rachel and they both went quiet. “Doug, it’s ok, I was thinking of breaking up with you anyway, you just made this easier for me.”

“Oh, that’s good, I guess,” he responded with a look of confusion on his face. He couldn’t help thinking that there something wasn’t right about the whole situation, it was going way too easy for him.

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Author’s Note: This is the second installment of a two-section posting. This is a long story, so be aware. For best effect, I would suggest that you look for and read the first posting before reading this one. As most of my readers know, it is always worthwhile reading the whole story. I hope you all enjoy this!

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Part 3: Their Night Out

Back in the warm comfort of their room, fresh from their tryst by the lake, the lovers fell into each other’s arms and onto the bed. With a special mix CD playing in the background, they lay together for several minutes, Holly on top but somewhat to the side of him, her head resting on David’s shoulder, her leg drawn up to rest on his belly, while her hands traced little patterns on his chest. He wrapped his arms about her tenderly, savoring the warmth of her naked body under the soft cotton of the dress.

“This is very nice being here with you like this,” she purred. “I’m so glad we were able to get together.”

“So am I, Holly,” David replied, his fingers lightly brushing through her red hair. “I could lay here with you forever.”

“Mmm, it does feel so nice,” she hummed. “Do you think it will last, David?”

“What’s that, Baby?” he asked.

“This wonderful feeling I have inside,” she replied.

“I don’t know the answer that question, Darlin’,” he replied softly. “We’re here together today and tomorrow, but who knows where we will be next week or next month or a year from now.”

“I can live with that,” she responded, picking her head up from his chest and inching her lips toward his for a little kiss. “So when is dinner tonight?”

“Around seven,” David replied, checking his watch. “There’s a nice little dinner theatre nearby and I thought we could take in the show. It lets out before ten so we have plenty of time to come back here and play.”

“Cute,” she giggled. “You sounded just like a little kid. But you know that when I play with you, it’s a different kind of game.”

“It sure is Darlin’,” he said angling her head up for another long lingering kiss. “And that’s just one of the reason’s I’m here.

“I should probably start getting ready,” she said, slipping away from him toward the edge of the bed. “I need a shower since you got me all hot and sticky this afternoon.”

“Well, Darlin’, I think you had a little something to do with it,” he remarked, rolling over and raising up on an elbow, to watch as she got up from the bed and began to unbutton her dress.

She knew he was watching, so she turned her back to him as she finished undoing the remaining buttons and then very slowly, very teasingly eased the dress from her shoulders until it fell freely to the floor. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see him drinking in the sight of her naked backside and deliberately ran her hands down her body from her breasts over her belly and down her long legs, bending over as she did, knowing well the affect it would have on him. Standing back upright, she raised her arms up over her head, before turning to face him. She loved the incredible look of lust in his eyes, and let him have a good look at her before scampering into the bathroom.

She started up the shower and climbed in once it had warmed up. As she let the warm water flow over her body, she reached for the soap and had began to work up a lather and spread it over her body when the shower door opened and in stepped a naked David. He slipped his arms around her wet body and kissed her with a hot passion that turned her on completely. He took the soap from her hand and took over soaping her up as she turned around within his reach. Between the heat of his touch and the hot look of lust in his eyes she was catching fire again. She wrestled the soap from him and began to soap up his body, spending most of her time on his stiff cock. After hastily rinsing the soap from his body he spun her around and moved up behind her, his incredibly hard cock standing out from his body and slipping between the cheeks of her ass. She pushed her ass back and spread her legs feeling his cock press up against her pussy.

“Are you sure you want to do that,” she asked foolishly.

“Hey, we’ve already eaten, haven’t we?” David said rubbing the head of his cock on the lips of her pussy.

“Fair enough,” she sighed as she felt him push the head into her wet willing pussy. “Oh, fuck me, David!”

She rested her hands up on the wall and leaned forward letting him slowly work his hard cock in and out of her. He grabbed her by the hips and began to fuck her with long slow strokes that brought squeals of pleasure from her.

“Oh, God, David! Fuck me!”

His hands began to move all over her wet body, first cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, then holding her shoulders and running his hands up and down her back, then moving down and around to finger her clit. He started pumping her harder, the cheeks of her wet ass smacking against his belly.

“I’m going to come!” she cried out. canlı bahis “I’m coming, David!”

He slammed into her with great passion, watching with complete delight as Holly shook in the throes of a wild orgasm. She arched her back quivering with delight and then stood in front of him, trapping his cock tightly between her thighs.

“Oh, David,” she called out as he embraced her and laid a whole bunch of little kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck and down the path of her spine.

She let him hold her close and kiss her repeatedly as their passion ebbed and flowed away. When his cock slipped down out of her, she turned around and kissed him tenderly.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed softly as her teeth nibbled on his ear. “But I couldn’t help myself.”

“You can blame that one on me,” she whispered. “I wanted you to fuck me in here.”

They eventually finished their shower, toweled each other off and sat at the small table wrapped up in their towels. They finished the champagne and nibbled from the leftover picnic lunch.

“So what should I wear tonight?” Holly asked.

“I brought along a suit for tonight,” he said. “Not too formal, but sharp.”

“Okay,” she said moving over to the armoire. She looked through the armoire and noticed an outfit that she hadn’t brought herself. “Where did this come from?” she asked, pulling out a black silk dress with a lovely embroidered jacket.

“Just a little something I picked up for you,” he said softly, the corners of his mouth curling up. “I saw it and thought of you.”

“It’s beautiful,” she said, holding it up to her and looking in the mirror. “Oh, thank you, Sweetie!”

Holly swept over to him and planted a kiss on his flushed cheek. She couldn’t wait to try it on and picked out some emerald green lingerie and sheer black silk stockings to wear underneath. David whistled softly when she came out of the bathroom. The dress fit her perfectly, not too snug and yet showed off her curves so well.

“Darlin’, you look terrific,” he said looking her up and down.

He wasted little time getting dressed while Holly choose some of her favorite songs to play while she waited. The scene was played in reverse when he came out in his dark green suit with a crisp white shirt, stylishly colorful necktie and a matching handkerchief stuffed into his pocket.

“Say, handsome,” she said with a flirty lilt to her voice. “You got a date for tonight?”

“As a matter of fact, I’m going out with my special girl,” he responded when she slipped up to him and ran her hand up his arm and over his shoulder.

“Lucky girl,” she said, moving closer.

“I’m the lucky one,” he replied, as she leaned up to kiss him softly. “We’d better get going, or we’ll be late.”

The Lenawee County Playhouse was a converted old movie house just a quick taxi ride from the hotel. As they walked hand in hand through the lobby, David couldn’t help but notice how the other men regarded Holly, the spring in her walk, the curve of her legs, and the dazzling, sexy smile on her face. Once inside, they sought out the bar on the mezzanine and each ordered a stiff drink. There was an outdoor portico nearby and they stepped out for a breath of fresh air. From the railing they could see the twinkling lights of the small city and the shadows of the surrounding foothills.

“This is wonderful,” Holly remarked, bringing her glass up to David’s as if for a toast. “I love the view.”

“The view in my eyes is the best,” David said, his eyes locked on her, lovingly.

“Have you ever come here before?” she asked.

“Never been here,” he replied. “First time for everything. But I heard that the show is a lot of fun. One of the gals I work with recommended it.”

They stood side by side by the railing. For the past week they hadn’t talked or chatted online and their phone conversations had been little more than a flurry of small observations and a quick exchange of feelings.

“I still can’t believe we’re here together,” he said, turning to face her, his elbow resting on the railing. “It seemed like we had talked about it for so long, it took forever to get here. And now it’s here and I can’t believe that I’m actually with you.”

“I know, Lover,” she said, flashing her emerald eyes at him. “I am so glad I came. After the way my last relationship ended, I was ready to swear off men entirely.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” David said.

“How long have we known each other, two years?” Holly asked.

“Almost,” David said, recalling their previous meetings. “You know when we first met I never would have thought we’d be here today. Certainly not like this.”

“This is special, isn’t it?” she commented. “It’s so hard living far apart, but when we come together like this, the feelings are so intense and we have such a great time, it seems so worthwhile.”

“Yes, we do seem to get along so well together,” David said, turning his back to the railing and leaning on an elbow. “I had feeling that bahis siteleri it could happen last spring.”

“When was that?” she asked, turning to face him.

“After one of our phone calls, the one where you complained about men being such assholes.”

Holly laughed out loud, her face lighting up at the memory. “Well, I had been having a hard time of it. Every guy I met was just looking for one thing, and didn’t care what I thought about it.”

“Just like I had been on a pretty bad losing streak too,” David added. “It’s funny how we had known each other all along and just like that we step up from being business associates to something else.”

“I’m glad we met, David,” she said.

“So am I,” he agreed.

They looked at each other and wordlessly exchanged the thoughts and remembrances of the phone calls, each one more personal than the last. Those calls had lead to some tasty email exchanges and steamy online chats, and culminated in a hot sexy phone call that had left them both as spent and drained as if they had actually had sex. It was obviously destined for them to meet face-to-face and the idea was very mutual and arranged quickly and eagerly. They had first met near where he lived and then near her place. Their jobs and travel obligations kept them from a regular schedule, but their imagination and mutual desire worked in their favor and they had gone on to meet several times, each time coming up with a different kind of theme or setting. There was a theatre weekend in Toronto; an antiques hunting trip to Western New York state; and a ski weekend in northern Michigan. They had planned something special for Valentine’s Day, but when business took precedence, David had arranged this trip, hoping to make up for the postponement.

They stood close together, talking and exchanging such deep looks that the other patrons gathering outside couldn’t help but notice these two lovers by the railing; the admiring looks of the men were telling of how they wished to be with Holly, the women obviously wishing to be her. But the lovers weren’t mindful of the attention, so content were they to share the moment and the growing starlight while they waited for dinner to be called.

They took a quick tour of the place before looking for their seats. David took her arm and led her down the large gilded staircase. How many other lovers had taken that same path over the years? For these moments in the sparkle of each other’s eyes, the answer didn’t matter for they were together now, arm in arm, taking an eternal stroll around the promenade and down the stairs.

The main floor of the theatre had been converted into a dining room, and was filling up by the time they had descended to the main floor. They found the way over to their table and joined the others who were already seated. Holding the chair for her, David helped Holly seat herself and sat closely beside her. Introductions were exchanged all around. Ironically, a middle-aged couple seated across from David was from a town near where he lived, while the two older couples next to Holly lived about a half hour away from her. As they exchanged pleasantries, Holly leaned in close to David.

“What do you think of these folks next to me?” she whispered into his ear.

“Cute,” he whispered in reply, checking out how the women were sitting next to Holly and the men were in the next two seats. “I’ll bet when they travel the men ride together in the front.”

“That’s what I thought. It’s so silly!” Holly whispered with a chuckle before leaning over to lick his ear. David could easily see the disapproving look on the face of the lady seated next to Holly as she looked on. He smiled and nodded in the old babe’s direction and she in turn leaned over and whispered something in her friend’s ear.

They were joined a few minutes later by a younger couple, which took the last pair of seats at the table next to David. There was something about these late arrivals that made him identify with them. Perhaps it was the loving looks they exchanged, or the way they held hands under the table. David smiled and reached over to Holly’s lap and took her hand in his. She squeezed it and pressed it flat against her thigh, opening her legs and pulling it down between them. His fingers tips trembled eagerly as he felt the silky stockings and her warm thighs beneath. Not missing a beat of the polite table conversation, Holly brought her own hand back up to lift her wine glass and eased into the current table discussion.

For his part, David slipped his fingers further up her thigh, past the silk stocking and lace top to the smooth warm silky skin of her tender thigh. Nodding and occasionally adding his part to the flow of chatter he slowly eased his hand up farther and farther until his pinky touched the thin silky material of Holly’s panties. Pressing his pinky and ring fingers closer to her warm spot that was now getting wet, he kept an eye out for her reaction. His fingers found the smooth warm slit bahis şirketleri between her legs. Holly smiled, spreading the napkin over her lap a bit wider, and chatted politely. Only once, as he pressed his fingers particularly close, did she flinch. So there he kept his hand, sliding his palm and fingers back and forth on her thigh and pussy.

As the waiters began circulating to take the last drink orders before dinner, Holly suddenly looked at David. He could see that she was biting her lower lip and thought he saw a tiny little bead of sweat forming on her brow.

“Could you excuse me?” she asked him. “I’ll be right back.”

Clutching her purse, she got up from the table and quickly headed toward the ladies restroom. David ordered her another Cosmo.

“Pretty lady you have there,” one of the older men said, his eyes following her every step of the way to the restroom.

“Quite lovely!” said the other one, only to receive a firm nudge from his wife beside him.

“Thank you. I’m very fond of her too,” David responded with a smile. He enjoyed the look on the faces of the older men, who seemed to be wishing and dreaming of what he had and would be living. And when he glanced at the older women and saw their look of disapproval, he smiled politely, wondering just what bothered them so much. Sure there was an apparent difference in their ages, and they weren’t ashamed to openly flirt with each other. He was glad when the other couple piped in with some small talk.

When Holly returned, she took her seat beside David and spread the napkin across her lap again. As David went to replace his hand on her thigh, she appeared to pull something out of her purse. She hand found his and pressed something into his palm. As his fingers clutched the object, there was no mistaking that it was her panties. He could feel the dampness as he held them before slipping them into his jacket pocket. Replacing his hand on her thigh, he quickly retraced his previous path and as she spread her legs was delighted to find her smooth shaven pussy waiting for him.

Shortly the stage lights were brought up and the cast of the floorshow came out to warm up the audience, introducing themselves and some of the special groups and celebrants in the audience. At the end of their brief warm-up, they introduced the wait staff that paraded out with the salads, and David decided to retrieve his hand for the sake of feeding himself. But even as the entrees were served, he slipped his hand back down under the table whenever possible. At one point during dinner, after having slipped his fingers just up inside her, he brought his fingers up and licked them as she looked on smiling warmly. The others may have thought it was the juice from his prime rib, but she knew better.

David ate hungrily and finished his meal first among those at their table. This of course gave him the opportunity to slip his hand back between Holly’s lovely legs. Emboldened by his previous success, he moved his fingers as far up and in her as possible. She had spread her legs enough that his middle finger could part her and rub up against her clit. Starting very slowly but increasing his pace, he began to finger her with all the quiet passion possible in such a public setting. She had pretty much finished her meal but was clearly distracted by the under napkin action.

“So how is your dinner?” asked the older gal next to her.

“Oh, terrific!” she blurted out, perhaps a bit louder than the others expected.

David drove his fingers harder against her wet sex. He could see that his fingers were having the desired effect on her and he could tell that she was biting down on her lip again to keep from calling out in response to his movements. With just a series of delicate flicks against her clit, David was able to make her cum. He felt her thighs clamp his hand tightly like a vice. There was an increased flush in her cheeks and a spreading glistening sheen on her forehead. Of course, it had to be Holly whom the busboy approached first when clearing the table.

“Are you finished, M’am?” he asked.

“Oh, yes!” she called out loudly. “I’m there!”

The others around the table smiled, unknowing, but the lady next to her looked down to see the bulge of David’s hand beneath the napkin and glared again even more disapprovingly. David withdrew his hand finally and brought his napkin up to his mouth a final time.

“How about some fresh air, Darling?” he asked, leaning over toward Holly.

“Yes, I need to freshen up anyway,” she replied.

They stood up and excused themselves from the table. He held out his arm and Holly looped her hand inside it as they strolled toward the doorway leading out toward the patio. Once though the doors and into the fresh evening air, Holly began to laugh aloud.

“You, you, you, … you!” she said. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“It was your idea, Darlin’,” he replied. “Besides I didn’t hear you tell me to stop.”

“Right!” she laughed. “Like I’m supposed to say, ‘Excuse me, but could you remove your hand from my pussy?'” Holly pulled him toward her near the railing. “Thank you anyway, that was so hot! I couldn’t believe how hard you made me come!”

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I sipped my wine, as I lay stretched out on the sofa while James rubbed my feet. We were spending the evening in since I had told him I wanted to have some private time together. And while I knew we’d end up making love eventually, I didn’t realize that we were in for such a passionate night.

He switched from rubbing my feet to tickling them, knowing that I was highly ticklish. I squealed and attempted to pull my feet away. “If you’re trying to sleep out here alone tonight, you’re definitely heading towards that,” I warned him. “Stop!”

He held tight to my ankle. “I’ll stop if I can have a kiss,” he said, raising an eyebrow slyly. He drew a fingertip across the sole of my foot, sending sharp tingles over my body.

I screamed. “Okay! I surrender!” I sat my glass down on the coffee table and leaned to him and gave him a quick kiss.

He released my foot, but as I lay back again, he crawled over me, staring into my eyes. “I want a real kiss, Skylar.” He kissed me, his soft mouth covering mine, parting my lips and sliding his tongue between my teeth.

I closed my eyes as my own tongue slid against his. He tipped his head to press his mouth firmer into mine. I felt his hand running through my hair, before he broke away.

I opened my eyes as his hand stroked my face, tracing along my lips. I parted my lips to take in his finger and gently suck at the tip.

“Let’s play a game tonight,” he said.

I released his finger. “How?” I asked suspiciously.

He kissed me again, answering in short breaks in the lock. “To see who can make the other come the most.”

“Mmmmmm, that’s not fair,” I protested as his mouth moved to my throat. I have to wait for you to get hard each time then.”

“That’s part of the challenge.”

I thought about it as James kissed along my neck, back up to my mouth. He found my lips and again gave me one of his firm kisses, gently probing.

“Okay, I agree,” I told him when he pulled back again. “But what does the winner get?”

“If I win,” he said with a smirk, “you have to give in completely to anything I want sexually for a long weekend away.”

“And what if I win?”

He snorted. “Well I don’t think you will so I didn’t plan on that.”

“Oh, is that so?” I love a challenge. “Well, dear, since you are so confident that you’ll win, how’s about we leave my reward open and I can illegal bahis choose as I so desire?”

He smiled. “Sure, why not?”

“Great then,” I said. I pushed him off of me and stood. I pulled off my tee shirt and began to undo my jeans.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” James said alarmed.

“We have a bet, duh.”

“And you just want to get started? No foreplay?”

I unzipped my jeans and dropped them to the floor. I stood in front of him, in just a black bra and matching panties. With my hands on my hips, I looked down at him on the sofa and responded, “If you feel like waiting, then I may be out of the mood by the time your done.” With that I turned to face away from him and reached behind me to unhook my bra, and slide it off. I tossed it behind me, knowing it would hit him. I crossed my arms over my chest, and turned again to face him.

“Well?”

My bra was across his belly and he was sitting there looking at me with his mouth agape. “Uhhh…”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, tough guy. This was your idea.”

He picked my bra off him and threw it aside and stood. He took me by the shoulders and smiled. “You’re going to be a sorry little girl, Skylar,” he said, kissing me. He pulled his tee shirt off, exposing the sparse hair on his chest and tummy.

I uncrossed my arms and reached for his jeans, undoing the buttons on the waist and fly as we kissed. I reached to his sides and began to push them over his hips, pressing them down to puddle at his feet.

He reached down to rub between my thighs where I could feel the heat building. I knew my pussy was getting wet, excited from the idea I was promised to be pleased all night long.

James gently cupped my mound, pressing his palm against me. He snaked a finger under the elastic and ran it over my wet slit.

I knew if he kept it up that I’d get fingered and come quickly, so I pulled away and slid my knickers off. Before I stood again, I reached up and pulled down his briefs in one swift moved and pushed him backwards to sit on the sofa.

He flopped on the couch and his semi-hard cock bounced. I dropped from my crouched position down to my knees and leaned across his lap. “I get to start,” I said, determined to win. James spread his legs open and I reached for his smooth balls.

Taking them in my hand, I squeezed them pressing my thumb between the two of illegal bahis siteleri them. His cock twitched, and I smirked. I kissed the head, savoring the feeling of the velvet flesh against my lips. I parted my lips slightly, allowing just the tip to press between my lips on the next kiss.

I looked up to his eyes as James smiled down at me. I allowed the whole head to enter my mouth this time as I sucked slightly, pulling back up. I saw him take a deep breath as he reached for my hair, his hands firm against my head.

I took the head into my mouth again, sucking at it again, this time for longer. As I pulled off, I watched him let out his breath hard. I smiled knowing he was now putty in my hands.

Gently giving his balls another squeeze, I took half his shaft into my mouth before pressing my lips to form a seal this time. I released his balls and wrapped my hand around the base of the tick shaft of his dick. James had become harder, and was nearly completely hard as I slid down to meet my hand with my lips.

I began to bob up and down on his cock, feeling it thicken in my mouth. I ran my tongue along the shaft, jerking at his base. As soon as I felt his dick had completely swelled, I began to concentrate on the head.

I licked along the crown with the tip of my tongue, precum oozing from his tip. I moaned, sliding the shaft deeper into my throat, precum coating my tongue. I pressed my mouth up and down the shaft, quickening my pace to coat him with him own fluids and mine.

I reached between my legs to my wet pussy, fingering myself. I was sopping wet and my juices were slick. I need him to come quickly and knew the only way to hurry him along was to finger his ass. I slid a second finger into my box and gathered more fluids.

I pulled out my juices, and reached up to press them against James’s ass. Lifting his balls out of the way with my other hand, I pressed against the hole as I kept my pace, sliding my lips over his cock from crown to base. I pushed my tiny finger into his ass, as he let out a guttural moan.

I felt his hands tighten in my hair. He pressed my head down farther onto his cock as he gasped for air, I felt his balls contracting in my hand and I knew he was going to come soon.

I twirled my finger furiously in his asshole as I sucked at his dick like a mad woman. I moaned over his cock, vibrating canlı bahis siteleri it within my mouth and throat. I heard him take in a deep breath and I knew he was about cum.

I pulled my finger from his ass as James’s cock flexed and the white-hot jism hit my throat. I slid up to allow him more room to come in my mouth, swallowing the creamy fluid.

James released my head as I slid off his cock to look up at him. I wiped away a stray bit of cum from the corner of my mouth. I was crazy with desire, and my body was begin to be fucked, but I tried to remain cool and sat next to him on the sofa as he panted hard to gain his breath. I crossed my legs and reached for my glass, finishing off the last of the wine. I smiled at him as he gave me a hard look.

I tried to look cool as I reached over to return the glass to the table, but my hard nipples were betraying my body. I felt the palm of his hand on my rump and I leaned forward. He raised it up my back as I sat back, gently rubbing.

“Skylar, one,” he said with a wink.

I smiled at him. “Yeah,” I said. I uncrossed my legs and slid my hands down my thighs. “Score one for me. But know what do I get?” I reached between and ran my fingers over my pussy.

He dropped to the floor in front of me and pulled my hands away from my lap. “Turn around,” he told me in a low voice.

I shifted and turned away, balancing on my knees and leaning forward against the back of the couch. I felt James’s strong hands pushing my legs open to expose my pussy. He reached between and ran a finger over my slit. He circled my clit, sending waves over my skin before plunging a single finger deep into me.

I gasped hard as he began to finger me. He stroked the walls of my pussy as my fluids began to flow over his hand. I moaned in protest when I felt him withdraw his finger a moment later, but sighed contently when his tongue replaced it.

I leaned forward further into the sofa as his tongue probed into my wet pussy, lapping up my wetness. He ran a finger over my clit as I felt my body tightening towards a climax. James licked harder at me, running his finger over my clit, as my moans became louder.

“Oh God!” I moaned. “Oh God, oh, James. Ooohhh!”

I came hard from the clitoral stimulation as he sucked at the fluid leaking from my hole. I hadn’t realized it, but I was clutching at the back of the sofa. I took a deep breath and relaxed my grip as I felt his lips pull from me. James stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me as he buried his face into my hair.

“One to one, now, Skylar,” he said. “Ready for the next round?”

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I slide up the sheets from the bottom of the bed. Revenge is the only thing on my mind, this motherfucker got the best of me last night but he doesn’t know what’s about to hit his ass. He had this thing of sleeping on his back, which played right into my hand. I slithered my way up to my meat. The scent of me was still upon him and that made my pussy gush. I lightly stroked the head of his member nice and slowly. He didn’t budge. I slowly wrapped my lips around the very tip and suckled it gently and his legs shifted. Repeating this action he actually let out a sigh. I was fighting the urge to giggle.

It was time to wake my nigga up. His dick hit the back of my throat and I sucked it tightly back up to the tip, letting it leave my mouth with a pop. “What the fuck!” he pelted out as if he was confused. All I could do was neigh. “Melina, maaaaannn what the fuck?” I just kept snickering as lifted his dick and moved to his balls. “Mmmmm… you playful as fuck yo…” He was squirming like crazy but he was rendered virtually immobile as I had handcuffed his hands to the headboard and rope tied each ankle to the foot post. “Aye Mel mmmmm… You know… fuck… You know I’m … going to get your ass.”

I flipped the covers from over my head, “oh I’m sure you will but I have complete control right now.” My lips kissed the base of his groin as his dick was fully engulfed in my mouth and throat. That’s shut him up quite quickly. I knew this fucked with him something serious. He was still low key trying to wiggle his arms free. I gripped his dick with my teeth and slid from base to tip. He gasped, I flicked the tip of his dick with my tongue. “Keep it up Devin. I’m in control you hear me?” he didn’t respond. I gripped the head once more quickly.

“OK OK… Shit you got it baby… you in control.” I relinquished my hold and softly illegal bahis took more of papi into my mouth. Sucking his dick is such a turn on for me. There was a hand full of times I actually had cum sucking him off. This man really did it for me. I reversed my position and put this pussy up on his chest, giving him better than a front row view of this sloppy wet wet. I know his mouth was salivating at the sight of Ms. Everything (that was the nickname he gave her). I pressed her on his chest, could feel the puddle that was left. Meanwhile my head between his legs I licked the sides of his freshly shaved scrotum. I quite liked when he man-scapped. He was groaning something serious, funny thing is I’m not sure if it was because of my tongue or the sight of my saturated pussy. I scooted my hot pussy up to his mouth and I felt his tongue swipe upon my lips. Quickly I moved out of reach.

“GRRRR!! What the fuck yo!”

“Whats wrong baby?” I snickered.

“You fuckin playin’ but I got you though”

“But right now I got you baby.” I throated his dick once more making him moan deep. His moans did it for me, they were all deep and manly. Just the thought of me making that sound come from my man sent shiver down my spine. He knew not how he was making my pussy tsunami right now. I reached my hand down and started fondling his balls, his moans only grew deeper. “Fuck” I thought. “This nigga bout to make me ride the shit out his face.” I know my pussy was back there creaming I was damn near on the verge of climax. I slid my creamy treat up to his waiting mouth. He attacked my shit like a starving lion. I came instantly. He was so disappointed when I pulled her away from his mouth, but he wouldn’t be thwarted for long.

I mounted that dick reverse cowgirl style. Devin was infatuated with my ass. It wasn’t all stripper big but it certainly illegal bahis siteleri wasn’t pancake flat. It was more than enough to grab and certainly had some wiggle to it. He loved my ass anyway, so why not put it on display for him. I sat down slowly until he was fully sheathed with my passion. I wiggled a bit just to tease him. He caught wind if it immediately. “Bruh why you playing?” He responded.

“Bruh? I got your damn bruh.” I rose all the way up til the head was just barely in me. I teased by swooshing my hips in a circle and pump faking like I was about to go further down. I did this several times and kept looking back to see the anguish on his face. “You so fucking playful” he repeated about three times. Before he could finish saying it the third time I dropped this pussy all the way down on his dick with no warning. I never heard that nigga moan so loud, ever. I threw this pussy on his dick feverishly. Every time he tried to buck his hips I stopped and went back to just resting on the head of his dick. He was so frustrated. I turned to face him so I could watch his torment from the front row. He balled his face up as he was so ugh with me.

“BAAAAEEE” I sung to him. “This pussy good bae?” He didn’t answer, he just closed his eyes. I slammed my hands down on his chest and simultaneously slammed my pussy on him with the same voracity. I gripped his pecs and kept putting this pussy on him. Best believe them eyes opened with quickness. “Oh I thought so nigga.” I can’t front I was feeling myself. “I’m gonna get that nut out you BRUH!” He was close I could tell because he always made this face where his lips kind of cocked to the side. I hopped off the wood “Did I say you could cum yet?”

“AWWWWW WHAT THE FUCK YO!!” he was livid as I hovered over his dick, my pussy dripping on his pubic area. “Mel, you canlı bahis siteleri wait til I get out of this shit. My nigga it’s on.” I wasn’t even scared even though I knew what bae was capable of. In the end, I mean it was more pleasure for me.

“Awww baby you was close?” I was mocking him. I let my pussy lips graze the tip of his dick. “You want more of this fire ass pussy baby.” The tip was splitting my slit now but just barely. “Daddy tell me you want me to make you cum.”

“Mami, please make me cum” He retorted.

“Mmmmm… Make who cum?” I inched down on him. “Make who cum baby.”

“Ooohh… baby make me cum please. Make daddy cum.” I really loved when he referred to himself as daddy. I went into overdrive on him. I was going to work that cream filling right out of him. His face was turning up again and I knew he was once again close. There was no stopping this time until his mouth opened. I hopped off and went right to his balls. I low-key loved sucking on his balls. I sucked them both in and let each one go with a pop. His dick twitched and erupted like a volcano. I watched as he spewed in to the air and the first spurt hit just above his belly button. The rest just oozed down his dick. No lie my mouth was watering. It took everything in me not to clean his beautiful tool with my mouth. I had already given his ass enough, besides this was payback from last night.

“I’ll be in the shower, now you sit there and think about how I owned that dick just now.” I sassed my way into the bathroom, feeling on top of the world. I was bathing with the biggest of smile recalling what just took place. I had redeemed myself thoroughly, frankly I was turned on at how I bossed up on his ass. I hit the water off and grabbed my towel from the rack. As I was drying my face I pulled the curtain back to step out and Devin standing there face to face. He had a piece of the wooden head board I tied him to still connected handcuffs on his wrist.

“You think imma just let you win like that?’

“Shit, I know one thing Django; you buying me a new motherfucking bed.”

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What a disappointing week I think as I lay in bed. What had started out with so much promise quickly disintegrated. It started Sunday morning with Mandy. After the night we had, I was hoping for more of the same in the morning. When I woke up she wasn’t in bed. I found her sitting in the kitchen wearing one of my shirts and playing with the puppy. She got up and came over to me but only hugged me. She was embarrassed because she hadn’t brushed her teeth which made sense so I let her borrow a new tooth brush and we quickly went back to bed. Just before things got going though, her phone rang. It was Anna calling to say that Levi was asking to go home. That pretty much ended anything I had planned.

After dropping her off at Anna’s house and making a promise to meet up later in the week I went back home. Just as I walked through the door my phone rang. It was Heather with news that we couldn’t borrow her friend’s cabin because it was already being rented. I could tell she was disappointed and told her that we could still do something else so after we hung up we both tried to find another place to go. As it turns out there is some sort of festival and everything was booked. We decided to postpone our getaway with a promise to get together. Unfortunately that never happened as Heather came down with a cold and was stuck at home all week.

But the highlight of the week would be my date with Summer. It started out promising when I arrived at her house. She answered the door in a very sexy little black dress. Sadly, that turned out to be the only bright spot of the night. She was very nervous and didn’t say much on the drive over to the party. She relaxed some once we got there, but then her ex-boyfriend arrived with a girl that I can only describe as hideous. She was about the same height as Summer, but probably weighed twice as much, was covered in tattoos and had half her head shaved while the other half was multi-colored. Summer went nuts when she saw her and started ranting and raving about her. She then started drinking heavily till I had to hold her hair back while she puked over the railing into the lake.

I took her home and tried to put her to bed. Somehow she got the idea that we were going to have sex, but it was the furthest thing from my mind. All I wanted to do was go home and straight to bed so I could start fresh. When I pushed her away from trying to kiss me she started crying and screaming about what a terrible person she was. It took me an hour to get her settled down and finally one of her roommates came home and helped me get her to bed. Her roommate was a big help and I soon found myself at home, sitting on my back deck drinking a large glass of bourbon.

About the only good thing that happened that week was that I saw Judy several times and even though nothing was happening, she was definitely the highlight of the week. She brought her dog over to play with Pup and the dogs had a really good time. I got to know her a little which turned out to be great, but something kept stopping me from asking her out on a date. Although she was always smiling, there seemed to be something hidden that I couldn’t quite figure out.

The phone rings and brings me out of my reverie. “Hey John, it’s Heather.”

“Hey, are you feeling better?”

“Yes, finally. Thanks for asking. Do you have any plans for today?”

“Just finish off a small project, but it shouldn’t take me long. What do you have in mind?”

“Unfortunately not what you are probably thinking, although I wish I had time for that,” she says and then laughs.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Please, I’m thinking the same thing and hope that I can see you sometime this week. I actually need a favor from you.”

“Ok,” I say cautiously.

“A friend of mine needs someone strong to help her move some boxes. She says it shouldn’t take long, maybe an hour or so and she’d pay you for helping her.”

“I can help her out and she doesn’t need to pay me.”

“She insists that she pay you. It’s not a lot, but she can’t do it herself. She’s a really nice lady. I’ll give you her number and I’ll let you set it up.”

After taking the number and saying goodbye I call her friend. “Hello.”

“Hi Becky, my name is John. Heather asked me to give you a call.”

“Oh right. She told you’d call. Did she explain what I need?”

“Just that you had some boxes to move.”

“It’s more than just some boxes. It’s all of my ex-husband’s stuff. Clothes, tools and a bunch of other stuff. I just need it moved to the garage so that he can pick it up tomorrow. I don’t even know what is in each box since he did the packing himself.”

“I can be there in an hour.”

“That would be great. Thank you so much.” She gave me her address and an hour later I pull up to her house. She lives in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town. I had looked at a few houses here myself and had almost bought one right down the street.

I knock on the door and am speechless when Becky opens bahis firmaları the door. Becky is about 5’8 with long dark hair, greenish-brown eyes and very dark skin. She is athletically built with nice tits, a thin waist and long muscular legs. “Hi, John. I’m Becky. Come on in.”

“Thanks. It’s nice to meet you Becky.” She steps aside and I notice that she is walking with a crutch. I try not to stare but she’s already noticed.

“A present from my ex. He came home drunk after a business meeting that didn’t go too well and he decided to take it out on me.” Her eyes showed how angry she was, but her tone is measured, like she was trying to stay in control. I look at her face more closely and see the carefully concealed black eye and a few other marks. “This is why I needed your help. He was supposed to take it with him the other day but he got interrupted. Or so he says.”

I don’t know what to say and just ask to show me what needs to be moved. There are boxes scattered all over the place and have obviously been left on purpose to make it inconvenient. “I tried to move some of them, but it is just too much. I called Heather hoping she’d know someone that could help and she told me about you.”

“I’ll take care of it. Where do you want me to put them?”

“In the garage is fine unless you know of a deep, dark cave we can bury them.” I can tell that she is right on the edge of a meltdown so I just start moving boxes. “And you don’t have to be careful with them.”

“Do you want to check any of these before I start stacking them?”

“No thanks. Let the bastard take whatever he wants.” There are tears starting to form in her eyes but she turns away to try and hide them from me.

It takes me less than an hour to get them all in the garage, but I can’t find Becky to tell her I am done. I call her name but she doesn’t answer and I start to get concerned. While walking through the house again I hear her voice and realize that she is out back. I find her talking on the phone and clear my throat to get her attention.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve moved everything. Do you need anything else?”

“Hold on. I’ll be right there.” She says good-bye to whoever she is speaking to and comes back inside. “Thank you so much. I’m sure there are a lot of other things you’d rather be doing on a nice day like today. Let me at least pay you.”

“Don’t be silly. A friend of Heather’s is a friend of mine. You have my number so if you need anything else just call.” For the first time since I got here she smiles.

“Thank you. That means a lot.” As Becky walks me to the front door her crutch catches on the edge of the carpet and I quickly catch her before she falls to the floor. One of my arms is pressed against her chest and I move it quickly to keep her from thinking I’m trying to feel her up. I can feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment and I notice her cheeks are red as well.

She suddenly laughs and a moment later I start to laugh too. “Trying to take advantage of a crippled woman. How shameful!” She is still laughing though and I help her get steady on her feet again. “To be honest, that’s the most action I’ve had in a long time. Maybe I should trip again.”

“I’ll be more careful with my hands next time.”

“Who said anything about being careful?” Her smile slowly leaves her face and I am again at a loss for words. “I’m sorry. I’m a real mess. The past week hasn’t exactly been the best of my life.” The tears start to build in her eyes and she quickly turns away. I take her arm and pull her into a hug. That seems to set her off and she begins to cry. It starts out softly but quickly becomes large sobs. She hugs me tightly as her sadness takes over and I hold her for a long time till she finally calms down again.

When she finally steps back her face is a mess. The makeup she is wearing to cover her black eye is running down her face. There are other marks on her face where it looks like someone slapped her a few times. She looks at my shoulder and quickly starts to apologize. I look and see a large wet spot and a bunch of makeup mixed together.

Without a word she hobbles into her bathroom and shuts the door. “Don’t leave, I’ll be right out.” I hear the water running and a few minutes later she comes back out. Her face is clean, but I can easily see the marks where she was hit. “I know I look like a fright. I wasn’t expecting to cry on your shoulder.”

“You look gorgeous,” I say.

“You don’t have to be nice, but thank you. I really would like to pay you, but since you won’t take money, can I make you dinner later?”

“That would be nice. But can I take a rain check?”

“Oh,uh, sure. I understand,” she says, her voice dripping with disappointment.

“No, you don’t. While not nearly as bad as yours, my week hasn’t exactly been a big party either and I really would just like to stay home tonight before I start my work week.” I feel bad, but all I really want to do is lie around the house and do nothing.

“Ok, another kaçak iddaa night then.”

I take her hand and kiss it gently. “I’ve got your number and you have mine too. Call me if you need anything.”

She thanks me and I leave to head home. I finish my project and decide to take Pup for a walk. While Pup is playing in the water my phone rings and I see that it is Summer. I’m not sure I want to answer but do so anyway. “Hey Summer. How’s the head feeling?”

“I am so, so sorry about last night. I didn’t know he was going to be there and when I saw who he was with I lost my mind. I can’t even begin to imagine how horrible you must think of me.”

“You’ve definitely dropped a few notches, that’s for sure.”

“John, I want to make it up to you in the worst way. Are you free tonight?”

“No. I’m planning on staying in tonight and keeping it quiet.”

“Please. Can I stop by to at least speak to you? I won’t stay long.” Her voice is starting to crack a little and for a moment I think about letting her off the hook. “I just want to make things right so that it’s not awkward when we see each other.”

“Look Summer, last night was a complete disaster and did not leave me with a good impression of you. I think for now we just need to stay friendly.”

“I understand. Will you at least say hi to me when you come into the store?”

“Of course. Call me later in the week and we can talk about other things.”

“Ok,” she says sadly. “I’ll talk to you later.” She hangs up before I can respond.

“That was an interesting conversation.” I jump and turn to see Judy and her dog standing about ten feet away. “Must have been one hell of a date.”

I chuckle and say “You have no idea.” Pup goes right over to Judy and Maggie, her dog. Judy unhooks Maggie’s leash and the two dogs go running into the lake. Maggie is a full German shepherd and is about two years old. She is very gentle with Pup, even when Pup gets a little full of himself. Judy comes and sits next to me.

“How bad could it have been?” Her eyes are dancing with mirth waiting to hear about my date. I really don’t want to discuss it with her, but she’s already caught me so what choice do I have.

“She invited me to a party with a bunch of her friends. Her ex-boyfriend showed up with,” I hesitate trying to think of the right word, “I can’t even describe his date. She was hideous.”

“And you date wasn’t?”

“Summer is extremely cute and I have no idea why a guy would dump her for the girl he was with. It absolutely boggles the mind.”

“So let me guess what happens next. She went all ape-shit.”

“That’s an understatement. She started pounding shots and about an hour later she puked over the railing of the deck. Once she got everything out I took her home where she tried to kiss me. Her breath was terrible and I almost lost my stomach. Her roommate finally helped put her to bed. What you heard was her trying to apologize.”

“She sounds lovely.” There is a tinge of anger mixed in with the sarcasm and for a moment Judy’s eyes flash. She quickly recovers though.

“What was your worst first date?”

She snorts at me and says, “Where should I start? Maybe I should list the jerks that have tried to get me naked after a crappy dinner and movie or maybe the guy that showed up with alcohol on his breath and barely able to walk. Then there is the time a guy showed up two hours late and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t ready to leave. Guys are all jerks, present company excluded.” She pauses and smiles.

We don’t speak for several minutes. Finally she breaks the silence.

“That list of first dates that I mentioned is pretty much all true stories. I’ve dated a long line of losers over the past ten or so years, but the worst mistake I ever made was my last boyfriend. We were together for three years and it was a living nightmare. We started dating while I was still in school working to be a PA. I got a great job working for a children’s hospital after graduating. He used to beat me regularly. If I was five minutes late I would get slapped around. If dinner wasn’t perfect I’d get punched in the stomach. And for some reason I took it all.” Tears are running down her cheeks by now. I’m too stunned to say anything.

“It finally ended one night when he went too far and broke my wrist. Something happened to my brain and I grabbed the nearest thing I could find. Fortunately for him it wasn’t a knife but I did enough damage. He wound up in the hospital for a month. After the police took statements, they pressed charges against him and he went to jail. Now he’s on the receiving end of what happened to me. Somehow his prison mates heard about what he did. He’s been in the hospital several times because of his beatings.”

We stare at each other for a while without saying anything. “What happened next for you?”

“I moved here and started over again. My family tried to help, but they were part of my problem, so I just left everything behind. I rented a room from this kaçak bahis older lady, got treatment for myself and slowly started to recover. The woman I rented the room from and I became very close one night and things progressed to more than just friends.” She pauses to see if I understand what she means.

“You became lovers?” I ask.

“Yes. She was nice and kind and very supportive. She didn’t make me feel like a sex object. Eventually the arrangement changed and I move into her bedroom. Things were great for a while, but eventually I wanted more. About six months ago I realized that she couldn’t give me what I really needed. I tried to make it work, but I think she understood what was happening. We are still living together, but I’ve moved back into my own room.” She stops again and waits to see if I am following her. When I don’t say anything, she goes on.

“I’m not gay. I can’t quite put my finger on how I know. Being with Linda was nice, but not really satisfying. She is someone that I care dearly about. She was there for me when I needed someone and she has helped me get through all the dark times. The last week I have been feeling something that I haven’t felt in a long time. Unfortunately I don’t think the feeling is being returned.”

It takes a few minutes but finally the light bulb goes off in my head. “I’m such a dense idiot. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

“Wow, I thought I was going to have to hit you with a tree. Yes, I’d like to have dinner with you.”

“Hey, I never claimed to be the brightest guy in the world.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me all week. Why do you think I keep showing up?”

“I thought you liked the Pup. There just always seemed to be something about you that kept me from asking.”

“It’s called fear. I just told you about all those bad first dates and what happened with my last boyfriend. I’m scared out of my mind that it’s going to go bad. Promise me you’ll be good to me.”

“I promise.” I can’t think of anything else to say so I ask, “Where would you like to go?”

“There’s a little Italian place in town that I like. It’s quiet so we can get to know each other better.” She pauses a moment. “I need to ask you something before this goes any further though.”

“Ok.” I’m curious and nervous at the same time.

“Who’s the sexy brunette you had over last weekend?”

“A friend of mine,” I answer lamely. “Her name is Heather. How do you know about her?”

She blushes and looks away. “I walked over that night after we met and saw her standing on the deck looking out over the lake. It was obvious you had slept with her because she was wearing a t-shirt that was obviously yours.”

“Do you always walk around the lake at that time?”

“No. I was coming over to see you.”

I smile as I realize what she is saying. “She’s a friend. You know about my divorce. Heather was the first person I’d been with. She helped me buy that house.”

“So she’s not your girlfriend.”

“No, she’s just a very close friend.”

“Think she’d help me find my own place?”

“If you ask nicely.” Suddenly the dogs race over to us and shake out their wet coats. Judy and I are soaked.

“Damn Maggie, what have I told you about that?” But she’s laughing at the same time and jumps up to chase after her dog. Pup gets into the action as well and, unfortunately for Judy, trips her. Falling off balance she lands in the lake. I jump up and help her to her feet, apologizing the whole time. Her shirt is soaking wet and has quickly become see-thru. I can easily see her bra through the wet material.

“I’m so sorry. Are you Ok?”

“Other than being wet I’m fine. It wasn’t your fault. I didn’t see Pup run over.”

“Let’s get you to my place and into something dry.”

“I’m fine. I can walk back to my car just as easy.”

“You may want to look down. Your shirt is pretty much transparent.”

“Oh shit,” she says and covers herself.

I quickly pull my shirt off and hand it to her. “Stand behind a tree and change shirts.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she says as she looks at my bare chest. I’m glad to see she has a look of admiration on her face.

“Just do it. It’s warm enough but I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble.” She laughs when I say that and steps forward to grab the shirt. Or so I thought. Instead she wraps her arms around my neck and soundly kisses me. Surprised, I step back, almost tripping on a root.

Just as suddenly as she kisses me, she steps away, holding my shirt. Instead of going behind a tree she pulls her soaked shirt over her head. Her breasts are incredible and I can’t help but stare. She waits a few minutes before putting my shirt on and then kisses me again.

“I hope you enjoyed the show,” she says as she steps back.

“Very much. Any chance I can have an encore?”

“Why don’t we go back to your place and we can talk about it?” Judy is just full of surprises. Quickly I grab the dogs and we walk back to the house. We hold hands as we walk and I can feel a nervous energy radiating from her. Once we get to the house I grab some towels for the dogs and we make sure they are Ok in the yard. “They won’t be able to get out, will they?”

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Here’s the original title that wouldn’t fit: “Silvery Hair and Golden Opportunities.”

Sometimes, the weirdest stuff just happens. That’s life; I understand. Unfortunately for me, it tends to hit me more oftentimes than not, as bad luck; a deer running out in front of my car and DXing the front end, or getting my phone run over by a delivery truck. Just stupid shit like that. I have never found a lonely female hitchhiker looking for a ride in the middle of the desert, except the one time I did, my dad was with me, and it was in town. WTF?! Could someone please tell me why my luck is so bad?! Especially when it comes to women?

So the other day, I got a call from my best friend and bro, Trevor, asking for some help with his aunt, who was holed up in a nursing home or something.

“Hey Man!” he addressed me via my cell phone. “My Aunt Glenda needs her meds picked up and I’m out of town. I know you live about twenty miles away, but would you please pick her meds up and take them to her? I promise, I’ll comp you, and pick up the cost at the shooting range next time.”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” I grumbled, “but you owe me, Bro.”

I dropped by the pharmacy and paid for Glenda’s meds. It wasn’t too terribly expensive I suppose, but it drained most of my available cash, and I was a little annoyed about the situation. I was still feeling annoyed when I went to the Shady Oaks Retirement Community to drop them off.

I parked my car and entered the facility. To my surprise, it looked nothing like what I had expected. It had an almost spa-like air to it. This was certainly no nursing home! There was a faux waterfall to my left, with tinkling waters and LED lighting, and a giant flat screen TV to my right that was obviously tuned to HGTV.

“May I help you?” a young female voice called out.

I turned to my right and focused my attention on a rather gorgeous twenty-something babe with naturally light red hair, alluring doe eyes, nice hooters and nodded in reply.

“Um, yeah… I’m looking for Glenda Carroll.” I replied, my annoyance fading quickly at the sight of her.

“Are you a friend or family member?” the doe-eyed goddess inquired.

“Umm, neither and both I guess.” I managed to reply. “I have her meds. Her nephew is a friend of mine, and he asked me to pick her stuff up and drop it off. I didn’t know it would be this difficult though.”

“I see.” Miss Doe Eyes noted. “May I see your prescriptions, please, and do you have some identification?”

“Umm, yeah.” I said, faltering as I stared at her. “Here you go.”

I offered the prescriptions for Trevor’s Aunt Glenda, as well as my driver’s license, and the doe-eyed goddess nodded approvingly.

“She’s in Room 114, Mr. Dawson. I’ll let her know you are on the way.”

“Thank you.” I responded politely. “You are so sweet. I’m Jack. What is your name?”

“Kayleigh,” she replied, “but my friends call me Leigh.”

Before I could respond, she added:

“But my closest friends call me Kay.”

I smiled as flirtatiously as I could.

“I’ll be back soon, Kay.”

She smiled and pursed her lips.

“Don’t be too sure about that.” she replied. “You’re a good looking dude. If you can make it back here without losing your load, I’ll be very surprised.”

I was of course, at a loss for words. I had no idea what the drop-dead gorgeous, doe-eyed redhead named Kay meant, but I was determined to find out! I found Aunt Glenda’s room and knocked on the door.

“Hi there!” she greeted me enthusiastically, in a pleasant Southern drawl. “You must be Trevor’s friend. Please, come in.”

I nodded in response.

“Yes.” I replied, as I stepped inside. “I have your meds.”

“Oh, I need those, Sonny Boy.” she replied. “It keeps my old heart going, and the Grim Reaper off my ass for the others!”

I smiled at her remark, and took the time to actually look at her. She could have been anywhere from her mid sixties to mid seventies, but she was still really pretty. Unlike most women used to do, she had not had her hair whacked off, and it was her natural silver color that hung halfway down her back that really caught my attention. It had an almost bluish hue to it, that no dye could ever hope to duplicate.

I don’t know why, but gray hair is really hot on a woman. Years ago, they would just get their hair cut off, which was a huge turn-off. Then, they started keeping their long locks, but dyeing it with Winter Wheat blonde, which gives that silvery-blonde color that is so overdone now. Even women in their twenties are using it now, and it just doesn’t look right. To my surprise, Glenda was naturally gray, and she looked really hot. I handed her the package of medications and did my best to make conversation with her.

“If Trevor had told me how attractive you are, I’d have come here a lot sooner.” I said, trying my best to be flirtatious.

Glenda eyed me suspiciously.

“And why is that?” she inquired. “Do you have an Oedipus Complex illegal bahis or something?”

“No,” I replied, “but you’re really pretty. Were you a model when you were younger? You have great features, and your gray hair is pretty hip right now. You’d shoot well.”

“How would you know?” she asked.

“I’m a photographer.” I explained. “I typically shoot nudes, but there are magazines looking for models of your age range too.”

“Nude, or regular?” she inquired. “You’re confusing me.”

“Well, I meant standard photo shoots, but there is a growing market for nude models in their sixties, seventies and even eighties now.” I said.

“Would you like to shoot me nude?” Glenda inquired. “What would it pay?”

I certainly wasn’t expecting this when Trevor called me, but I was beginning to like the direction in which it was heading.

“It depends. A day shoot on location would pay more, but if you want a quickie in your room, I’d give you fifty dollars.” I offered, feeling a tingle in my loins, and the beginning of an erection that soon followed.

Somehow, the thought of seeing this old broad without her clothes on was turning me on, and I was actually wanting to see her strip nude and show it all off in front of me. Glenda extended her arm with an outstretched palm and wiggled her fingers.

“Deal!” she said enthusiastically. “Put it here!”

“I spent more than that on your meds.” I responded. “Wanna use this against that?”

Glenda thought for a few seconds and nodded.

“Sure, Sonny Boy.” she replied. “I’m game if you are. Like seeing that old pussy, do you?”

“I have an appreciation for older women, if that’s what you mean.” I replied, trying my best to sound professional.

“If I get turned on by all of this, I might let you fuck me.” Glenda suggested. “What do you think about that, Sonny Boy?”

“I think you still owe me fifteen dollars, and it would square everything up.” I countered. “And my name is Jack; not Sonny Boy, thank you very much.”

I was beginning to see how the old gal operated, and I was getting a feel for what was inside of her head. I was also getting a feel for the raging hard-on I had as well. I wanted to see her nude, and I wanted to fuck her very badly on top of it. I was beginning to understand what Kay meant earlier.

“Okay, Jack.” she said brightly. “Photograph this old girl in the buff, and then do me doggy-style in front of the mirror. I want to watch you fucking me from behind. Don’t forget to squeeze my tits either. I want to see that too.”

“Very well then.” I agreed. “Let me go and get my camera out of the car. I’ll be right back, Glenda.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she replied, “but hurry up! I want to get out of these clothes and model for you!”

“I’ll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail!” I promised, exiting the room and heading back toward the lobby.

“That was quick!” Kay called out. “She scare you off?”

I stopped and smiled at her.

“No, I’m a photographer, and we agreed to comp what I spent on her meds for a photo shoot.” I explained.

“Oh really?” Kay responded, quite intrigued at the odd business deal. “You like photographing women nude?”

“I love my job!” I quipped.

“I see.” she said carefully. “Stop by and see me before you leave. I might be interested in modeling for you.”

I nodded, and retrieved my digital SLR from the car, along with a GoPro and tripod, to film our sexual encounter as well. I knocked on the door, and she immediately flung it open.

“Took you long enough!” she said in a huff. “I’m starting to get really horny, Jack. Let’s get this show on the road!”

“Okay then.” I agreed. “Let’s start with you undressing. Take it off slowly, so I can get you in various poses, okay?”

Glenda nodded, and began removing her clothes. It took several minutes, but finally, she was completely undressed and fully nude. I was amazed at her tits. At her age, I would have expected them to be totally deflated and withered up, Don’t get me wrong; that really turns me on, but these tits belonged on a thirty year old woman. They were probably three and a half inches in diameter, and at least eight inches long, but they were as firm as giant Russet potatoes of the same dimension. The only thing that gave her age away, was the fact that her areolae had lost their pigmentation. Other than that, I would have expected to see them on a chest one third of her age.

“Glenda, your tits are gorgeous.” I breathed in awe. “So are you.”

“Why thank you, Jack.” she replied with a huge smile on her pretty face. “That really means a lot to me. What now?”

I instructed her to pose in various positions, all the while getting more and more turned on by all of this. In addition to her amazing tits, her pubic hair was trimmed into a silvery triangle that was absolutely enthralling to stare at. I shot close to 150 frames, before I was satisfied. I then mounted the GoPro on the tripod, facing the mirror from an angle, illegal bahis siteleri and had her climb onto the bed and pose on all fours. Once I had her centered in the frame, I turned the camera on and moved on to stage two.

I ditched my clothes in less than ten seconds, and mounted her from behind; sliding my cock into her surprisingly wet cunt. Not only was it wet, it was still rather tight as well. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, to fuck her in genuine earnest, as she begged for more.

“Fuck me, Jack!” she demanded. “Fuck me harder! Squeeze my titties!”

I reached under her chest and managed to find them hanging far lower than I had anticipated. I squeezed them vigorously, as I continued pounding her seasoned cunt.

“Fuck, that feels good!” she bellowed. “Shit, Boy; I’m gonna cum! Make this old grandma cum, Jackie!”

I could feel her vaginal muscles clamping down around my cock, as she howled in pure orgasmic pleasure. I had no idea that women her age were still able to experience sex the same way as younger folks, but she was schooling me on that!

She shuddered violently as she climaxed; grunting and panting as her cunt continued its vice-like grip on my cock. I was no longer fucking her, but rather her cunt was jerking me off as I moved back and forth! It felt so good, that I couldn’t control myself any longer. I squeezed her gorgeous tits again, and sighed blissfully, as I shot off inside of her geriatric cunt.

“Oh my god, I felt that squirt inside of me!” Glenda shrieked. “It was so warm. I felt it hit the back of my uterus! Holy shit, that was a magnum load!”

I fondled her boobs for a few more moments, as my penis softened up and finally slipped out of her aged and silvery cunt. I rested on my knees for a few moments, trying to catch my breath, and then finally managed to speak.

“Any time you want that again, you let me know!” I panted. “Jesus Glenda, I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

She turned to face me with a serious look on her face.

“Don’t you ever lie to me!” she demanded. “Don’t say things unless you mean them.”

“I’m not.” I said, shaking my head. “I’d love to take you to dinner and the movies. Go for walks in the park. I don’t care how old you are, as long as you don’t care how young I am.”

“If you really mean that,” she said softly, “I’d like that too. I like sex, Jack, but I can’t do it every day. As young as I look and feel, I still have limitations. I’d like very much to be your girlfriend, but there are also a lot of ladies in here who could use some extra cash too. Maybe you could do photo shoots with them as well. I wouldn’t mind, just as long as I knew your heart truly lay with me.”

I was stunned, and at a loss for words at her reaction to all of this, but I was certainly up for it if she was! At thirty eight years old, this could be a veritable sexual gold mine for me! All of these women in their golden years, with their silvery hair, was the literal pussy mother lode. Make that the pussy grandmother lode! Hell, it could even be the great-grandmother lode!

“Let’s do lunch.” I suggested. “When was the last time you went out on the town?”

“Several years,” she admitted, “but I’ve had no reason to leave. Unlike most of the gals in here, I checked myself in by choice. When my husband Fred passed, I just lost all inclination to do anything. I guess that’s why I’m kind of bitter. The thing is though, I chose this. Most of the other residents here, were dumped in here by their families. Some people have never had a single visitor. They’ve been abandoned. I feel so badly for them.”

I felt a pang of pity for those people who by no fault of their own, found themselves all alone. It wasn’t just the women either. As I would learn over the coming weeks and months, there were many lonely men in Shady Oaks as well. I was determined to help all of them find a path to happiness, but it would take time. As it would soon turn out, time was on my side, and would allow me to turn what was once a sad and lonely place, into a place of friendships and joy.

“Why don’t you put a nice sundress on?” I suggested. “It’s a nice day out, and I think you’d look cute. We can get some lunch and go to the park if you’d like.”

Glenda brightened at my suggestion and nodded.

“Okay Jack!” she agreed excitedly. “Oh, I can’t wait for that nosy Clara to see us! She’ll be gossiping all over the facility!”

Ten minutes later, Glenda and I left her room arm in arm. Sure enough, as luck would have it, we ran into said “nosy Clara.”

“Well hello, Miss Glenda.” she said in a very patronizing tone. “How are we doing today?”

“I don’t know how you are Clara,” Glenda replied, “but I am just fine, thank you for asking.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Clara inquired. “I see your grandson is holding you up by the arm. Are you feeling faint, Dear?”

“I’m not her grandson.” I responded, with a one-sided smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “I’m canlı bahis siteleri her date. And the last thing she’s feeling is faint, I can assure you of that! We’re on our way out to have some lunch at a delightful and rather expensive little French restaurant I know of, and then a matinee at the Bijou afterwards.”

“What a hussy!” Clara sniffed indignantly. “Paying a hot cowboy escort to take you out on a date. Why, I never!”

“I’m sure you haven’t, Clara,” I agreed, “but she didn’t pay me to take her out. I asked her, and I’m not just her lunch date, either. I’m her new boyfriend, so why don’t you flap your yappy clap trap around these hallowed halls about that?”

Clara stared at us dumbfounded; unable to speak or move, so I escorted my trophy GILF of a girlfriend around her annoying ass, and proceeded down the hall toward the lobby.

“Hey Kay!” I called out, as we passed the front desk. “We’ll be a while, so if you aren’t here when we get back, don’t worry. I’ll be here quite a bit from here on out. I’ll hook up with you later on though, okay?”

“Sure thing!” she called back. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“You did.” I agreed, as I looped back around and stopped at the desk.

I retrieved a business card from my wallet, and handed it to her.

“I’d love to get a text from you.” I said with a smile. “I’m sure I could get you a lot of side work if you’re up for it.”

“I’ll think about it.” she replied, as she took the card and glanced at it. “I’ll just let you wonder for a while.”

“Toodles.” I said in parting.

I escorted Glenda to my car and opened the door for her. She smiled and sat down.

“It’s been a long time since a gentleman opened the door for me.” she said sentimentally. “Thank you, Jack.”

“Who says chivalry is dead?” I responded with a smile of my own.

“So where are we going?” Glenda inquired. “I know you’re not taking me to an expensive French restaurant for lunch.”

“I wish I could.” I replied. “That was for Clara’s benefit, but how about the hoagie shop?”

“I haven’t had a good hoagie in ten years!” she exclaimed. “I’d love that Jack. However… and pay attention; I do want to take you to a nice restaurant for dinner very soon. Would that be okay?”

I looked at her blankly for a moment.

“Sure, I guess.” I managed to reply. “That would be nice. Thank you very much.”

“I gave up my car when I moved into Shady Oaks, so you’ll have to drive,” she continued, “but if you treat me well, I’ll be your sugar mama. You had no idea who I was, when you offered to be my boyfriend and take me out. That means a lot to me, Jack.”

“I don’t understand.” I said in a confused voice. “You’re hot, and I really want to spend my free time with you.”

Glenda smiled.

“Other than Trevor, no one in my family has bothered to visit me, except when they want money.” she explained. “Trevor’s a good kid, but other than bringing my medicine and dropping by every now and then, he’s pretty scarce too.”

“I still don’t understand.” I said in a perplexed tone. “I have no idea who you are, other than being Trevor’s very hot aunt.”

“My last name isn’t familiar to you?” she inquired.

“Other than it being the same as that guy that built the amusement park outside of town, no.” I admitted. “I’m sorry, Glenda.”

“Do you remember his name?” she asked.

“Yeah, Fred Carroll.” I replied.

“What did I tell you my husband’s name was?” she inquired.

“Fred.” I answered.

Suddenly, two plus two equaled four. I pulled to the side of the road and stopped the car, looking at her in utter amazement.

“Your Mrs. Fred Carroll?” I asked incredulously. “What the hell are you doing in Shady Oaks? You could be living over in Cypress Heights!”

“They’re all a bunch of egotistical assholes.” she explained. “Not my type. Fred and I both came from humble beginnings, just like you. He went to law school and did well for himself, eventually becoming a judge. He did some work for Herbie Hunt back in the Seventies, and put everything he had into silver, after Herbie told him what was going to happen. He managed to cash out a little before it hit the high, and took all of his earnings and built Adventure Land without any investors.”

“How much did he invest, if you don’t mind my asking?” I ventured cautiously.

“About a million dollars.” she replied. “He bought all he could at around five dollars an ounce and turned it at thirty five.”

“That’s like what, two hundred thousand ounces?!” I almost shouted. “And he turned it loose for thirty five an ounce? That’s like… hell I have no idea.”

“Seven million.” she replied coolly. “He put it all into that park, Jack. No outside investors. No one else owns any shares in that company except me. After lunch, why don’t we go there instead of a movie? I’d love to show you around.”

I was of course, at a loss for words.

“Sure!” I managed to blurt out. “Sounds great.”

“Good!” she said with a smile.

After a few seconds, she followed up.

“Uh… Jack?”

“Yes?”

“We’re still on the side of the road, Honey. We might get there a little quicker, if you get back into a driving lane and actually get the car moving again.”

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It was a cold crisp December evening as she stepped outside after locking the door.

Pulling her coat tight, she hurried to the tram stop. As it was a busy Saturday night, the carriage was packed with pre-Xmas revelers. Failing to find a seat, she reluctantly stood for the ten minute journey into the city.

As she alighted the tram, a nice-looking young guy smiled at her, letting their eye contact linger just a little too long. It reminded her that she had made a bit more effort to look good tonight. She usually avoided that sort of attention. Smiling back, she quickly strode off up the platform to the stairs to the square.

When she got out onto the main street, she fished in her canvas bag for her phone. All the messing around with changing outfits had meant that she had forgotten to text her boyfriend to tell him she had decided to go out after all.

Quickly dashing off a text to him, she pressed send.

It was a short walk to the pub from the tram stop, and as she got closer, she felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach giving rise to anxiety. At that precise moment she wished she had stayed at home. Contemplating whether to turn back or not, she felt her phone vibrate. It was her boyfriend.

“Hey Gill, glad you decided to go out, it’ll do you good. Don’t stay out too late, text me when you are home safe. missing you xxx.”

She smiled as she read it. She knew he was being nice, but at times he made her feel like a child. She was 29, and if she wanted to stay out late, she would.

At that moment though, she was still thinking about turning back to the tram stop to go back home. The text changed her mind and she started walking again. She decided she would make the effort and stay out for at least an hour, or maybe one or two drinks.

Getting to the door of the pub, she prepared herself for her first social night in months. There were a few people milling about outside as the doorman stepped aside to let her in. She could tell it was already very busy.

The downstairs bar was thronged with people. It was so busy. she almost had to push her way through the revelers to get to the stairs. A couple of young guys nodded to her as she started up the bottom steps; the brief interaction momentarily taking her mind off her social anxiety.

Reaching the top of the wooden stairs, she peered into the depths of the upstairs bar. It was rammed with revelers too, as loud relentless dance music boomed out.

Taking a deep breath, she ventured in heading towards the back bar area where Irene had said they would be. Quickly she saw some of the group at two tables on the left-hand side. it was too late to turn back now.

Gillian smiled as Irene and Lucy yelled out in surprise and delight that she had actually turned up this time. They ushered her over into a seat next to them.

Biting her lip, she sat down looking around the crowded room. The girls quickly introduced their pal Erin, whom she had never seen at climbing. She was a pretty blonde with two long pony-tails and emerald green eyes.

Looking over at the other table, she waved to Dave, Mark and Luke. They seemed happy to see her, raising their beers in a hearty salute.

There was no sign of Davey at all. She felt her heart sink as she slipped off her winter coat. Telling herself that was a stupid thing to think, she checked if the other girls needed a drink. They answered that they had just got some in, but Lucy shouted, “I think Davey’s at the bar, if you are quick.”

She swiveled around and saw him from behind, through the crowd. Her stomach knotted as she got up and moved towards the bar.

He was smiling and chatting with two gorgeous girls; all dressed up for a big girls’ night out. A brief glance told her that they were transfixed by his dark good looks and easy-going charm. A pang of jealousy flashed over her.

Again she chided herself for silly thoughts. He wasn’t even her boyfriend, she barely knew him, and she certainly wasn’t the type to be going behind her own guy’s back, trying to get some other guy’s attention.

Approaching the bar slowly, she caught his eye. He instantly stopped chatting up the girls, giving her an incredibly warm effusive greeting. His smile was radiant, and his blue eyes sparkled in the brightly lit bar area. It made her heart jump and stomach knot further.

“Wow Gill, you came out, that’s brilliant…I was just getting some drinks in, do you want one?”

She nodded, feeling a stupid wan smile come over her face. Despite speaking to him a lot that afternoon at the climbing wall, a simple drinks order was hard to get out.

As she stammered a greeting, followed by her drink order, she saw both girls looking her up and down with barely concealed disdain. Next to their sexy little dresses and tousled luxuriant hair, she felt like a dowdy frump. Casual jeans, and a buttoned up black wool cardigan, combined with her short unfussy hairstyle were no match for these sassy feline seductresses.

They clearly resented the momentary interruption to their chat with illegal bahis her tall handsome climbing companion.

As he cheerily added her drink to his order, she stepped back stuttering that she was sitting next to Irene. Davey signaled that he would be bringing the drinks over soon, as she slunk away, feeling sheepish, and as shy as ever.

Glancing back, she saw he was wearing smart dark jeans and a fitted navy shirt over a red t-shirt or vest. It fitted his muscular sculpted torso perfectly. He looked dreamy. Right at that moment, he was also looking at her and not them, which made her smile.

Seating herself back down, she nodded to the girls and listened in to their work-related chat.

After a few minutes a strong arm reached over and set down her drink. It was Davey. He quickly said how great climbing was with her today, which made her blush slightly. Lucy noticed and prodded her arm, teasing her. All the girls seemed to like Davey. They seemed to think he really liked her too; an amusing assertion she quickly brushed away.

Sipping her drink, she still felt nervous, but tried hard to inject herself into the conversation.

Meanwhile, Davey was back at the bar with the sexy girls. She doubted she would get much time to chat to him again before she left.

Nerves made her polish off her drink a bit too quickly, but it brought her in line with the other three girls. At a break in the conversation Irene asked if they all wanted a round in. Lucy and Erin indicated they were meeting their boyfriends in an hour; but would stay for one more. Gill was still nervy and ready to reach for her coat, but that swayed her. She would stay until the other two girls left.

Irene slunk off to the bar as the girls giggled and chatted about a television actor, they all liked.

During the next hour Gillian relaxed a bit. They were three drinks in, and she felt good. She got more involved in the chat and shared a good few laughs. The guys at the next table occasionally came over for a bit of friendly banter, but it was mostly girl talk.

A few times Davey came back over, but he was still spending his time with the girls at the bar. Gill wondered if he was actually seeing one of them. Her back was to them, so she only occasionally saw him when she looked over her shoulder.

A couple of times the other girls commented on Davey working his charm. She laughed, but inwardly she bristled at the comments.

Remembering the afternoon’s climbing, where they really connected, she had hoped he would at least chat to her a bit during the evening. The few times he had come over to chat to the guys, he had looked over at her and smiled. That had made her happy.

It all went too quickly, and before she knew it, Erin and Lucy were finishing off their drinks and reaching for their jackets. Gill had enjoyed herself, but it was time for her to go. She felt a bit disappointed the evening was drawing to a close. She had now really loosened up and was happy she was out.

“Errrr… i better get my coat too,” she ventured.

“No way Gill, you can’t leave me with these clowns,” joked Irene loudly, whilst gesticulating rudely at the guys.

it didn’t take much to persuade her, and soon she was sipping a fourth drink as her and Irene had a laugh with the guys. Irene was being quite flirty with Luke. She knew something had happened a few times between them; but didn’t pry. It was all good fun, either way.

A little while later she felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up. It was Davey, smiling down at her, holding his beer.

“Hey, you stayed out…cool…i can’t leave you ladies with these animals,” he loudly joked.

That kicked off some pretty course but funny back and forwards from the guys over Davey’s somewhat divided attention between the group and the girls at the bar.

Gillian felt a little tension when he informed them that they were away to a club, but he had declined to join them as he was supposed to be out with the group. That tension intensified when he sat down and quietly said to Gill, “and… anyway, i wanted to spend some time with my new favorite climbing partner, before she goes home.”

Gill blushed slightly, but the drinks gave her confidence as she smiled.

“Hah yes, just as well…as i came out especially for you.”

It was a little bold, and she tried to make it sound tongue in cheek.

Davey straight batted it back to her.

“Well hopefully i can make it worthwhile.”

As the others chatted and clowned around, Davey and Gill sat off to the side flirting gently, whilst chatting. The easy connection of the afternoon returned quickly, with a decidedly strong undercurrent of sexual tension.

It had been a long time since she had felt like this. Definitely over three years, going right back to the first year of her current relationship. Right at that moment in the bar, the physical attraction to Davey felt even stronger than that memory.

They talked a good bit about work, climbing, fitness and films for over an hour. At one point, Davey illegal bahis siteleri told her that he was training for an Iron Man event this coming summer. She had no doubt he would achieve it successfully, and when he said he would love to have her as a running partner, her heart beat a little faster.

She now felt a little drunk, and gazing into Davey’s eyes and handsome face made her swimmy.

Sometime over the last hour the other two guys had disappeared off into crowded bar without them noticing. They also became aware of Irene and Luke smooching, and giggled to themselves. It was now close to 11pm, and Gill knew that the last tram was leaving soon. She didn’t want to leave though.

Davey suggested a last drink for them all, but Irene and Luke demurred, saying that they were leaving, provoking much sly winking from both Davey, and also Gill.

Irene shooshed them and briskly bade them farewell with a cheeky

“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.”

Davey laughed, “She’s a taken woman,” pausing to add “sadly,” shooting her a meaningful look.

Gill felt that in her stomach and right down between her legs. The combination of a few drinks and their flirting was having a heady effect on her.

The mention of her being a taken woman made her feel uneasy, and she shifted in her seat biting her lip. She thought of her boyfriend, and that she should text him soon. He had texted her again an hour ago, hoping she was having a good time. She hesitated, thinking she would be home soon to reply, especially if she hailed a cab.

Davey checked if she wanted to stay for one more. She was keen to prolong the evening; even if only for a little while longer. It was the best time she had had for ages. It was also just the two of them now. She hadn’t planned it that way, but it was making her feel alive inside.

He soon came back with a couple of glasses of red Malbec wine. She didn’t want to mix her drinks, but he looked so happy and handsome, she threw caution to the wind and thanked him effusively.

He looked so fit and sexy in his jeans and shirt. She felt flushed, just being with him alone. Over the next 10 minutes Davey flirted with her a bit more, making some nice comments about her make up. Gill was flattered and nervously fiddled with the top button of her cardigan.

She complimented his shirt, as she felt her desire starting to cloud her rational thoughts. In the few relationships she had experienced, she had never found herself in a situation where she was tempted to stray.

As a result of a fairly strict small community religious upbringing, that sort of thing was against her moral code. It was also against her code of being a loving considerate partner and person. Good people didn’t cheat on their partner.

Looking into his eyes, she knew how much she had wanted him since September on ‘Kalymnos’. Things hadn’t been great with her boyfriend for a year now. She had been too scared to do anything about it though. Sitting in the pub with Davey was driving that home like never before.

He looked at her and smiled.

“Thanks Gill, i wore my best shirt just for you.”

She giggled and looked down at the table in embarrassment.

The tingle in her pussy was now overwhelming. Looking up coyly she caught his eye and felt her heart thumping through her chest.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe just the moment, but right then, she felt emboldened.

“I wore my best top just for you too,” she giggled.

It was now or never; and seeing him look quizzically at her buttoned up black cardigan with a raised brow, she smiled.

Slowly she undid the top button, then the next two, followed by the remaining ones, down to her waist. Quickly sliding off the cardigan, she saw Davey’s eyes widen at the sight of her large 38c breasts crammed into her very revealing tight blue halter.

“Wow,” he mouthed, looking directly at her fulsome breasts and bare shoulders.

She felt a little embarrassed for a second, but covered it with a nervous laugh.

“Your top is better than mine,” quipped Davy.

“Why did you keep that hidden all night?”

She giggled.

“They are only for you.”

“Oh…it’s they is it?” he laughed,

Realising she had explicitly made the conversation about her breasts, she backtracked.

“I mean…it…the top.”

“It…and they are sensational,” he shot back.

She giggled, enjoying the explicit flirtation. She could feel how wet she was as they looked into each other’s eyes. Knocking back her drink she tried to compose herself.

“Think i have had too much wine, I need to go home.”

Part of her wanted to flee, but another very wet part of her wanted to have the gorgeous man sitting next to her, deep inside her all night. Her nipples were poking through the sheer halter like bullets by now. She saw Davey stare at them.

“I need to get a taxi.”

She stammered a bit, as she got up, grabbing her cardigan to put back on. Her heart thudded, slight panic creeping over her.

For the first time that night canlı bahis siteleri Davey looked uneasy; his usual unflappable self, nowhere to be seen.

Gill saw him rise uncomfortably to reassure her. It was then she noticed the huge outline of his cock snaking down his left inner leg. Looking quickly up, she remembered the other guys’ ‘third leg’ joke, she had overheard on ‘Kalymnos’.

“God, that looks huge,” she thought in that split second, followed by, “I am causing that.”

It made her tingle even more, as she immediately felt like a jar of butterflies had been opened in her lower stomach.

They looked each other in the eyes, as he said he would wait for her taxi.

Grabbing her coat, she knew she needed fresh air, and to get a hold of her senses. Davey came up behind her and helped her put her coat on. Feeling his hands brush against her gave her shivers.

She saw him put on his short black jacket and let her lead the way. She didn’t feel too drunk as they went down the stairs, but what happened had definitely made her lightheaded.

At the foot of the stairs she asked Davey to wait as she went to the ladies. Still having palpitations, she got herself into a cubicle and tried to calm down.

She slipped her jeans down, as she breathed in. Her tiny white panties were absolutely sopping when she touched the crotch panel.

“My God,” she muttered under her breath, thinking that he hadn’t even touched her. She needed to calm down and get home. Pulling her knickers down, she first relieved herself, and then tried to dry her soaking pussy.

It took a minute or so, as she balled up some toilet paper to soak up the mess. She tried not to think of Davey as she did so, dabbing frantically between her thighs. She then checked her jeans realizing she had soaked right through to them too.

Thankfully they were dark, so the stain was not too visible. Her long winter herringbone coat would cover it anyway. She hoped Davey had not noticed as she stood up to put it on. Mind you, she had certainly noticed his trousers. Not that you could miss it.

Gill had never really thought much about penis size before. She had only had three lovers before her boyfriend, and they all seemed pretty similar. It was more about the guy and personality, and a nice face too.

However, some of the sexual problems with her boyfriend had possibly been slightly exacerbated by him having a smallish penis. He had even said so a year ago himself, when he once again slipped out during cowgirl. It was not something she was overly conscious of though, and he didn’t seem that much smaller than the other guys, truth be told.

It was definitely skinnier than her previous exes, though. She realized that early on, when she only needed two fingers and a thumb to masturbate him. No matter, he made up for it in other skills, and they still had enjoyed a very good sex life up until the last year or so.

She tried to banish all these thoughts out of her head as she got her coat back on and washed her hands at the porcelain sink. Her face looked flushed in the mirror, which annoyed her.

When she exited the ladies, there he was, still looking so handsome that her stomach flipped. His smile was radiant, and it took all her resolve not to rush up and kiss him hard on the mouth.

They then made their way through the still packed bar, and then out into the clear and chilly December night.

The street was busy, with crowds of pre- Xmas revelers coming out of the restaurants and bars. She had missed the last tram, so looked hopefully up the street towards the taxi rank.

Her heart sank seeing the already large queue. On the bright side, it meant she could spend a little more time with Davey, as he waited with her.

They ambled up towards the taxi rank, arm in arm. Her heart beat faster again when he held his arm out for her to take it. Even if only for a few short minutes, she could pretend he was her handsome charming boyfriend, walking romantically with him under the stars.

When they got there, they stopped and began chatting again about maybe doing some running together. She had been looking for a new running partner for ages, as her boyfriend was not so into that kind of keep fit. Her other running friend had moved through to Liverpool the previous summer, as well.

After 10 minutes wait, the queue was still quite sizeable. There was clearly a big demand for cabs tonight. Gillian apologized that she had made Davey wait so long, but he was fine about it, reminding her that he lived only 5 minutes walk away.

“Oh yea, lucky for you,” she smiled, pulling her coat tighter in the cold.

He smiled at her and replied.

“Hey, if you want to come back for a quick coffee, I can call you a cab from mine.”

Gillian swallowed hard at the sudden unexpected invite back to his flat. Her heartbeat got stronger too.

She told herself it was just for a coffee and it would be fine. Trying to appear calm and collected, she quietly replied that it would be really nice, but only if he didn’t mind.

As they walked she felt the butterflies in her stomach again. They were just arm in arm in the cold, but it felt special. Telling herself over and over again it was just a coffee, she leaned in close to him as they talked.

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Josh didn’t see, or hear from, Sister Monica the rest of the week, but he actually welcomed the break. He needed time to think, to corral his feelings and desires, his budding love for her. He had hoped it was just something that had mushroomed out of control during the moment, during their night of soft, beautiful lovemaking, and that it would wane and drift away as the days pushed ahead. But it hadn’t. If anything, his feelings for her intensified, his longing for her doubling, tripling, in her absence.

“This is crazy,” he said to himself on a subzero Saturday night, alone in his dorm room, studying. “How the hell can I be falling in love with my freakin’ English professor?” What was worse—how the hell could he fall in love with a nun? She was off-limits, never to be his, never to be anything more than a sexy FWB when the urge hit. That’s all he had wanted her to be—more than he’d dared to hope, really. But now, sitting there in the lamplight of the quiet dorm room, it didn’t seem nearly enough. He wanted to be with her. Not just in her office having earth-shattering sex. Not just in her classroom, listening to her lecture about Shakespeare. He wanted more than that.

He wanted to hold her hand as they strolled, side by side, along the sidewalk, on their way to see a movie or a concert. He wanted to spend the night with her at a five-star hotel overlooking the sea, and make her feel like the most special woman in the world. He wanted to snuggle up with her at the break of day and talk openly about his fears, his dreams, his plans, for the future. He wanted to be with her. . . . And what did she want? How often had she thought of him this weekend? What would she act like on Monday, during class? If he approached her afterwards, once the other students had left, what would she say?

He closed his book. It was no use. How could he study? All he could do was think of Sister Monica, her lips on his, the fall of her lustrous red hair all around him, the hot, slick wetness of her vaginal walls as she milked his penis, her tongue licking and sucking his balls, her breasts rising and falling, rising and falling, as she panted with arousal.

“Josh, how the hell did you let yourself get sucked in so deep?” he asked the walls. “She probably doesn’t even give a shit about you.” That was the irony. In the beginning, he was the one who just wanted to have some fun. Now here he was, wanting so much more. For all he knew, his sexy English prof was perfectly content with things as they were—a few afternoon sex-fests, some great orgasms, nothing more. For her, this was all new. He had introduced her to the world of sex. Why should he expect her to want anything more?

“Or maybe she’s done with me altogether,” he said. Even the sex would stop. She’d stop seeing him, period. He guessed that was the most likely scenario. Given that she was a nun, he figured she was probably spending the weekend on her knees, asking her Lord for forgiveness.

Yeah, he figured. He guessed. That was the hardest part—the not knowing. He had an urge to go across the street, to the sister house, and find her there. But of course he didn’t. That would humiliate her—and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Screwing her senseless in her office was one thing. Embarrassing her in front of her colleagues was quite another. No. He would just need to wait until Monday.

In the meantime, he needed to let off some steam. He didn’t want to see anyone else but Sister Monica, but he could not just brood the weekend away. Maybe Sharon was available tonight. She was tall, blonde, and had the IQ of a drowned water rat. She was also the easiest girl on campus. If she wasn’t already on her back, in some guy’s dorm, she would probably jump at the chance for some Saturday-night sex.

“Well, why the hell not?” he said.

He whipped out his cell, called her.

“Hey, Josh,” she answered after just one ring. “What’s up?”

“Wanna have some fun tonight, sexy?” he asked. No reason to beat around the bush. “My bunkmate’ll be out all night, probably. Why don’t you come on over, Sharon?”

“Mmm, sounds good,” she said. He’d “played” with her a half-dozen times since the fall. They were definitely not a couple. Just playmates. Perfect for a cold, lonely, insomnia-laden night like this one.

“Hope you won’t be wearing anything under your coat,” he said, and disconnected the call. Sharon always took the bait. She’d be knocking at his door within minutes. . .

¦

“Hey, you look great,” he said, as he let Sharon into his room. And she did. She had long, straight blonde hair—a natural blonde, too—blue eyes, a slim, toned body, and a year-round, salon-produced tan. Her breasts were small, but she had a butt even Nicole Kidman would die for.

She smiled, showing off pearly white teeth that Josh figured must have been chemically enhanced at the dentist’s on more than one occasion.

He shut and locked the door behind her.

“So,” she said, “you’re feeling lonely tonight, is that it?”

“Something like that.” illegal bahis He approached her, took off her coat. She let it slide to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a shirt, or pants. Only a white lace bra and a matching G-string. Damn. She really had stripped off her clothes underneath her coat. He whistled.

“You like?” she said.

“Who wouldn’t?” He kissed her, and she responded hungrily. He tried not to think of all the guys she’d been with. At least fifty, probably closer to a hundred. That used to turn him on, thinking how promiscuous she was. Now it made him feel like vomiting. Still, the girl was talented. She knew how to kiss. No one could deny that.

“Hmm, we’re getting a little perky, aren’t we?” she said, and grabbed his crotch. A good-sized tent had formed there. “Well, no need to keep him all restrained and shackled up, is there?” She unzipped his jeans, yanked them down, then, in one fluid, well-practiced motion, pulled down his briefs.

In a moment, she was on her knees, face-to-face with his nine inches.

“Wow! You look great, Josh,” she said, and he suddenly realized. She had never seen him shaved before. He’d shaved the other day, before his last sexual encounter with Sister Monica. “You are sooo kinky. I knew coming here was a good idea.” And just like that, she took him in her mouth. One thing he had to say about Sharon. She gave the best blow jobs. She had perfected the art, and in a manner of moments he squirted in her mouth. She winked up at him, and gladly swallowed his load.

“Yum,” she said, and then started sucking him again, getting him hard once more.

It didn’t take long. But his mind, he realized, was elsewhere. He looked down and saw not Sharon, but Sister Monica. He closed his eyes, shook his head, looked down again, and this time saw the blonde head, bobbing up and down on his shaft. Sharon. Sexy, nineteen years old, horny as a rabbit, and yet—a total turn-off.

He backed away . . . Sharon crawled along on her knees, her mouth gripping onto his penis like a vacuum cleaner. He laughed in spite of himself. The girl wanted it, and bad. But he didn’t. Not with her.

He nudged her, gently, gestured for her to stop.

“Hey, I was just gettin’ started,” she whined, and licked the tip of his dick with a snakelike flick of her tongue.

“And you’re awesome, as always,” he said. “But . . .”

She tilted her head, looked at him sideways. “You got a girlfriend now, Josh? Is that it? You screwing around behind her back?”

“Well . . .”

“Damn, I thought so!” She stood up, her small, perky breasts bouncing within the constraint of her bra. “You have that look.”

“I do?”

“Sure. I knew it right away. But I figured, it won’t bother me if it doesn’t bother him. You don’t want me to leave, do you?” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Again, he found himself thinking of all the guys she had swapped spit with, and broke the kiss.

“I’m sorry, Sharon,” he said. “I really thought I wanted to have fun tonight. I guess . . .”

She shrugged. “Hey, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. The night’s still young. I’m sure I can find someone else. . .” She put her coat back on. “But, y’know, I hope the chick who locked you in knows how lucky she is. You’re hooked on her, man.”

“I am?” He swallowed. Was it that obvious?

“You kidding? A girl can see these things, Josh. I knew it right away. Is she someone I know?”

He nodded. “I think so.”

“Damn shame,” she said. “We could’ve had a blast tonight. Maybe even a threesome, if she was game. Is she cute? But no hard feelings, okay? And if you change your mind, you know my number.”

She kissed him again—with plenty of tongue—and left. The only thing he could think of was how she had said, “You have that look.” It kept him awake all night long. . . .

¦

Sister Monica looked so sexy in her flower-print skirt and white blouse. The garments were loose-fitting, as always, but at least she had ditched the drab slacks for one day. And she didn’t seem to be showing any unease. During the lecture, she continually made eye contact with Josh, not displaying even a hint of embarrassment. This made him feel better, reassured. Still, who knew? Maybe it was all just a false front.

The period dragged by. He desperately wanted it to end so he could approach her. He repeatedly glanced at the clock, which seemed to be standing still.

Finally, the class came to a close, and the students filed out. Josh stayed behind, trying not to make it too obvious. He pretended to read a few lines from the play they were studying, but the whole time he was peeking over the top of the book, waiting for the right moment.

When the coast was clear, he snapped the book shut, got up, and approached Sister Monica. She was arranging a pile of papers, collecting them to take with her back to her office.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hello, Josh,” she said and smiled. He looked at her, closely. God, she was beautiful. Even with her hair all pinned up, primly, she still put illegal bahis siteleri Sharon to shame.

“Uh . . .” Now that he was with her again, he didn’t really know what to say. He had never felt this tongue-tied with her before. He didn’t like it.

“I thought about us a lot this weekend, Josh,” she said.

“You did?”

“Of course. How couldn’t I have?” She smiled again, shyly.

“Yeah, last week was unbelievable,” he said. “I wanted you so bad this weekend, sexy Monica.” There. He had to take control again. The way he had before. Get her worked up.

She held her smile. “We really need to talk, Josh,” she said. And he knew they did. Of course they did. Still, he didn’t like the sound of that. “Can you meet me at, say, four-thirty, in my office?”

“Sure.”

He wanted to move in and kiss her, take her in his arms. He longed for the taste of her lips, the feel of her nakedness. But now wasn’t the time.

“Don’t look so worried,” she said.

He offered her a faint smile—or thought he did. Maybe it was just a frown. Don’t worry. Yeah, right. It was going to be a long afternoon, waiting to see her. . . .

¦

“Ya know, man, you haven’t seemed like yourself lately,” Josh’s roommate, a twenty-year-old chubby kid named Steve Dightmann, said. He was a decent enough guy—didn’t get in the way, didn’t ask after Josh’s personal life—at least until right now. The two of them were amiable with each other, without being best friends.

“What do you mean?” Josh asked. It was a little after four. Almost time to see Sister Monica. At last. . . .

“You’ve been, I don’t know, kind of in a daze lately,” his roommate went on, as the wind, fierce off the lake, whined against the window. Snow, getting heavier by the minute, fell from a sky the color of lead. “You don’t seem like you’re here anymore, even when you’re here.” He sat on his bed and grabbed a handful of chips out of the bag he had on his nightstand. “You meet a girl or something?”

Josh ignored him. None of his damn business. Steve took more chips, stuffed them in his mouth. Somehow, he had gotten lucky over the weekend with a Biology major (he’d blabbered on about it all night on Sunday)—a cute girl with a thick set of glasses. Maybe that’s how he did it—have her take off the glasses so she couldn’t see who she was with. “Hey, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Steve went on. “But I can tell. You have that look.”

“Geez. Why don’t I just wear a freakin’ sign,” Josh said. “I mean, what the hell? Is my life just fair game for everyone?”

“I’m just saying . . .” Munch, munch. More stuffing chips into his mouth. Josh rolled his eyes. “I gotta go,” he said. It was still too early to see Sister Monica, but anything was better than a heart-to-heart with his suddenly emotionally sensitive roommate.

¦

He entered Carroll Hall at quarter after four. He was used to the building as an English major—all of the English profs had offices here—but lately there was only one office, in particular, that he cared about. . . .

Sister Monica’s office was the fifth one on the left. From the sounds of it, several of the professors were around. He heard voices floating out through open doors, laughter, the faint rustling of papers being shuffled, arranged, and rearranged. The last couple of times he had visited with Sister Monica, the building had been deserted. No such luck this time.

He approached her door. It was closed. What was she doing in there? Sniffing the briefs he had given her during their first encounter? Reaching beneath her blouse and pinching her nipples, getting herself ready? Or thinking of the best way to break the news to him that she wanted to end their trysts, cut things off entirely? Was she—

The door opened, and Josh moved away, startled. A student in the Shakespeare class, a fat girl whose name escaped him, walked out into the hall.

“Hi,” she said. “You gonna see Sister Monica, too?”

Josh nodded, smiled. “Uh-huh.”

“We can study together, if you want,” the girl said. “I mean, when you’re done? I can’t get into what we’re reading now and could really use the help. ‘The Two Gentlemen of Verona.’ Yuck. Give me ‘Merchant of Venice’ or ‘Midsummer Night’s Dream’ any day over that. I’ll be in the library till it closes, if you want to study with me.” She eyed Josh, clearly infatuated.

“Uhhh, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it,” he said. “I’ll see, though.” Sure. Uh-huh. Absolutely.

“Well, I hope to see you later,” she said, and walked down the narrow hall, putting her hood up before exiting.

Josh eyed the door. He was fifteen minutes early, would it be okay to barge in? Well, why not? What was he supposed to do—just stand there, outside her door for fifteen minutes like an idiot?

He knocked, then walked into her office without waiting for a reply, closed and locked the door.

Her mouth dropped open, slightly, at the sight of him. “You’re early, Josh,” she said. “I didn’t know you were out there already.”

He canlı bahis siteleri shrugged, sat down in the chair opposite her. “Sorry, but I couldn’t wait,” he said.

She offered a half-smile. “I understand.”

He looked around at the walls, the shelves stocked with Dickens and Shakespeare and Bronte, and so many others. That she was an English professor was sexy. He loved literature, being and English major himself. He thought of making love to her under a hot sun on a secluded corner of some Mediterranean beach, discussing the major themes in David Copperfield as they both rode the wave toward orgasm. But then, that was pointless. Why fantasize about it? Sister Monica was right here. Her door was locked. It was just the two of them.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” he asked her. In the parking lot, behind her, a fat, middle-aged man waddled to his car, got in, turned on the headlights, and drove off. It was still snowing heavily, and the forecast was for half a foot before midnight. The lights in the parking lot flickered on, as the dusk grew thicker.

She looked down at her desk. “Josh, I—”

But suddenly, irrationally, he didn’t want to hear it. He’d waited all day to listen to what she had to say, but now, when the moment finally arrived . . . What if she wanted to end it? What if she told him they were through? She probably was going to say something just like that! But before he let her, he at least needed to kiss her one more time, touch her one more time. . .

He stood up, suddenly, halting her, mid-sentence, walked around her desk, took her hands, and urged her to stand up. Now, face-to-face, before she could speak another syllable, he kissed her.

A second later, he said, “We’ll talk, sexy Monica. We’ll talk all night if that’s what it takes. But right now, let’s not talk, all right?” He leaned in, kissed her again, and she responded lustily. Then, suddenly, she pulled away.

Her chest heaved beneath her white blouse, and he thought of the breasts underneath, so full and firm and beautiful—only the slightest, almost indistinguishable hint of a sag despite her thirty-seven years.

“Josh,” she said. “We really need to talk. Please.”

It almost sounded like a plea—as if he were in control. This made him feel like a Greek god. She was irresistibly drawn to him. They would only talk if he allowed it. But if he pressed onward, there was no way she could restrain herself. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

“I know,” he said. “But first, I want you, sexy Monica. We’ll talk afterwards.”

“Josh . . .”

He cut her off with a kiss, sealing her mouth with his. She tried to push him away, but he held her close, and a moment later, her resistance ended. She thrust out her tongue, and they tongue-wrestled. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her, and she ran her fingers through his curly black hair. She moaned, as they continued to kiss.

He reached around, cupped the cheeks of her butt through the fabric of her skirt. He squeezed and rubbed, and felt her tongue become more aggressive in his mouth. He grabbed hold of her skirt, lifted it, slowly, and then reached underneath. Now, he caressed the bare flesh of her butt.

“Mmm,” she said into his mouth, continuing to French-kiss him with abandon.

Her butt felt so nice, so soft. He couldn’t resist. He spanked her. Not a hard one, just a gentle love-tap. “Mmm,” she repeated, and he hit her again, and again, and again, his force slowly increasing.

“Oh,” she said, finally breaking the kiss. Her legs wobbled.

“You like that, don’t you, kinky girl?” he said, spanking her again, harder still.

“Oh God,” she said.

“You are so hot and naughty, sexy Monica,” he said. Spank-spank.

“Mmmmmmm,” she said, throwing her head back. She seemed on the verge of orgasm.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door. “Oh shit,” she said, and he suddenly felt his arousal jack up a notch, if that were possible. That was the first curse word he’d ever heard her utter. She pulled away from him, straightening her clothes, trying to get herself under some semblance of control. But her face was flushed, and she was breathing too fast.

“Sister Monica?” a voice from the other side of the door said.

“Y-yes?” she said. I’m here.”

“It’s Don,” said the voice. And Josh realized it must be Dr. Jenkins. Don Jenkins. He taught contemporary literature and creative writing. Josh liked him. But right about now, he wished the son of a bitch would get out of there.

“Hi, Don,” she said, motioning for Josh to hide behind her desk. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why. The door was locked, and Sister Monica was obviously aroused. Having someone see Josh under those conditions would be inviting disaster.

“May I come in?” Dr. Jenkins asked.

“Of course.”

Josh heard the doorknob stick, not opening.

“Just give me a second,” Sister Monica said, then, taking a deep breath, she went to the door, opened it. Josh heard footsteps approach the desk.

“I’m sorry to interrupt anything,” Dr. Jenkins said, and Josh could picture him giving the room a quick once-over. “Nonsense,” Sister Monica said. “I didn’t even realize the door was locked. Please sit down. How’s your day been, Don?”

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