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Faye was a virgin. In college of all places! It wasn’t that she was a prude, and she certainly was no hermit hiding away in her dorm room.

In fact, far from it. Faye was a typical, everyday, outgoing college student. She was relatively popular from all the clubs and activities she participated in and was active in community events too.

She remained a virgin because of her religious upbringing. That’s just the type of person she was. She stuck with her beliefs and the values which had been instilled in her. Even as her best friends dated and had sex, Faye stuck to her path and resisted it all.

There were certainly challenges that came with being a vibrant young woman in a big city environment. The harder she worked, the more she craved release like everyone else. Never did she expect that her budding career would lead her towards the path to womanhood, to her inevitable sexual awakening.

***

It was the final month of fall semester and Faye was hoping that her internship would turn into her dream job. University was almost over, and her parents certainly weren’t rich. She needed this job and she listened attentively as her middle-aged female boss explained the upcoming promotional campaign.

As a paid intern for a marketing firm in the city, Faye was being tasked with helping to create a promotional campaign to sell high-end gift baskets. These gift baskets were filled with all sorts of expensive products from the firm’s clients.

It was Faye’s shot at truly proving herself among the crowd of talented interns.

She sat in the office for a one-on-one meeting, with her boss dressed in a chic, tight fitted suit skirt and blazer; Faye dressed similarly, but at a much lower price range.

“I wish you the best,” her boss said. “To be honest, I really want to give you a full-time position after you graduate. But you’ve got to show me something.”

Faye nodded, accepting the challenge. “Believe me, I won’t let you down. This means the world to me. I love this place. I honestly don’t want to work anywhere else but here.”

“Your fellow interns share the same sentiment.”

Faye resisted the urge to frown. “I know, and I wish them all the best too.”

“This is serious stuff, this campaign. Upper management is keeping an eye on this project, and the word is that they’ll hire a couple of new recruits. It all depends on individual performances.”

Faye took a short breath, hiding the fact that she was getting nervous. At a time like this, she needed to show leadership.

“Realistically, what do you think my chances are?”

“Realistically?” the boss repeated. “I think your chances are solid, but you never know around here. Competition is fierce.”

“You’ve got that right,” Faye agreed. “These people are all so talented.”

“You think the other interns are talented? Wait until you mingle with and work alongside the executives and other top-tier brains around here. It’s a whole new level of creativity. Any little advantage helps.”

“Do you have any tips?” Faye asked with extra politeness, with a cute little smile behind her words.

“Sure, don’t fuck up.”

The two women shared a giggle and exchanged a few more words to blow off some steam. It was late in the afternoon and time to go home.

When the boss stood and fixed her blazer, a business card conveniently fell out of her pocket and landed near Faye’s feet. Oddly enough, the boss made no effort at all to pick up the card, leaving Faye to do the menial task.

The card landed face up and read: High Heels, Red Lipstick

There was what appeared to be a lipstick marking of a kiss on it. In the brief moment that Faye looked at it, she couldn’t tell if the kiss was put there by someone’s mouth, or if it was part of the print design.

Faye picked it up and handed it back to her boss as they both stood and prepared to leave.

“Here you go,” Faye said, slightly peeved that her boss, whom she deeply respected, would make her pick it up.

They always had a good relationship. A great relationship, in fact. Her boss really went out of her way to mentor and look after Faye, giving advice and pointers whenever possible. Now here they were; the boss making Faye pick up a card she dropped like the intern was nobody to her.

“Oh, thanks so much,” the boss said, feigning sincerity and putting the card back in her pocket. “I don’t know what I’d do without it.”

There was an unusual tone in the boss’s voice, like she was playing it up. Faye was a smart girl and she picked up on the cue.

“What is that, anyway? A department store?”

The boss feigned a sense of secrecy. “Oh, it’s nothing you’d be interested in. Although, I do credit them with being the key to my success.”

Faye jokingly put her hands on her own hips in a mocking gesture and gave the boss a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look. Normally she’d never give that kind of look to a superior, but there was an obvious playfulness to what her boss was doing. It was almost like a game where the boss was taunting Faye to dig deeper.

“If eryaman escort you have secrets to success, I’d like to know please,” Faye said sternly, yet politely.

“Promise you won’t tell?”

Faye’s eyes widened and she got closer. “Yes, of course.”

“Do you swear?”

Faye whispered in the private office. “Yes, I swear.”

“I mean it, Faye. I could lose my job for getting you involved with something like this.”

Now Faye was thirsting for gossip. “Really? Why? What’s so salacious about it?”

“Company policy to avoid lawsuits. I’m not allowed to get this close with employees or interns.”

“God, you’re killing me,” Faye said with excitement. “Tell me already. I swear I won’t tell anyone! I’m a woman of my word.”

The boss stuck out her pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”

“Pinky swear,” Faye replied, locking her pinky finger with her boss’s.

“A woman has helped me with my confidence issues. She’s really helped me break out of my shell. If you’re interested, I can put you in contact with this group. You could be their client.”

“Confidence issues? You?”

The boss shrugged, “What can I say? It’s a common flaw most people have.”

“Is it expensive?” Faye asked, totally interested in this. “I’d love to join whatever you’re a part of, but I’m on a tight budget.”

The boss thought for a moment. “I’ll tell you what. I’ve been a loyal customer of Red Lipstick for the past few years. I’m sure they’ll give me a discount on this. I’ll pay for you.”

“Oh, thanks, but I can’t ask you to do that.”

The boss put her hand on Faye’s shoulder. “I insist. My gift to you. Think of this as grooming the next generation of talented employees around here.”

“Thanks so much,” Faye smiled. “I hope it’s not costly.”

“That’s my concern, not yours.”

Faye flashed a skeptical look. “You dropped that card on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted me to see it.”

“Who me? Never. And I’ll do this for you on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I want all the details,” the boss said. “Every last one. Keep in mind, everything is optional. You don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, but if you do, promise me you’ll fill me in. I want to know your progress.”

Faye winked. “I promise to keep you informed.”

As a girl of her word, Faye meant it. She never turned down a good opportunity, and she always kept her promises. Oh, if she only knew what she was getting into with this…

***

Thank fuck college is almost over, she thought. She truly did love the experience of it though: the new friends, the academic clubs, the life lessons. It was great, but it was a time in her life where she felt stuck as a budding flower. She wanted to grow into a woman of the ‘real world.’ Dressing nicely, rubbing shoulders with people in the subway during rush hour, and gossiping about rude employees with her new colleagues (whoever they may be).

But there would be time for that later. Right now, she had to focus on passing final exams so she could graduate by winter. Being a college student was a lot of fun, even though there was a lot of stress. With her work ethic, though, she was unstoppable.

Sure there were distractions. Namely her roommate who often pranced half naked around their little place. That was a real culture shock to Faye when she first became roomies with this other girl to whom nudity was nothing. The roommate would just return from classes and start stripping away like it was no big deal.

However, it was a very big deal to Faye. It was the first time in her life that she finally started to feel comfortable with nudity. And as her roomie was attractive, this was the first time in Faye’s young life that she truly questioned her sexuality

That was supposed to be part of the college experience, right?

***

When her roommate was attending class, Faye had the place to herself. She sat by the desk where her laptop was set up and opened her Skype.

At around 2 pm– the meeting time –Faye received a request message from the person with whom she was supposed to “meet.”

Once the video feed opened, Faye saw a highly attractive mid-30 year old woman sitting in what appeared to be an office. This woman looked to be sharply dressed, with professionally done makeup and red lipstick that could make a gay man turn straight.

This was Elizabeth. The woman whom her boss had arranged for her to meet.

It started off like a normal work call; they exchanged greetings and pleasantries, but quickly got down to business.

“Now tell me a little about your task,” Elizabeth said.

“Well, I’ve been tasked with creating a promotional campaign to sell luxury gift baskets. Basically the firm is using this as a way to gauge my potential employment.”

“Smart move on their part. That’s a great marketing firm, by the way.”

Faye couldn’t help but change the subject a little. “How do you know my boss anyway? Are you two friends?”

“I usually don’t discuss connections, but you can say that we’ve become friends eryaman escort bayan and share a close relationship. We still like to keep in touch.”

“How did you two meet, though?”

Elizabeth winked at the cam. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it?”

“Fair enough,” Faye said with understanding. “Can you at least tell me what you do? Are you like a marketing strategist or something?”

“Not exactly. In this capacity, think of me as a life coach. I bring out the best in people. In exchange, if people are satisfied with my work, they reward me.”

The response was intentionally vague, and Faye left it at that. All she knew was that her boss had recommended this person, and that her boss would never let her down.

“Okay, so what next?” Faye asked.

“Start by telling me about you. Relevant details about your personal life, and from there, I’ll know how to handle you.”

So, Faye revealed the relevant information: that she was a college student who was embracing the daily grind like everyone else. Of course, she also mentioned how hard she’d been working on the internship and how she hoped to land a job after graduation.

“That’s me in a nutshell,” Faye said to the webcam. “Your typical, run-of-the-mill college student senior.”

“Ah, the good ole days. You’ve certainly got your shit together. I was a disaster at your age.”

Faye smiled, “Speaking of which, can you tell me about you? I’d love to hear about your bio or whatever.”

Returning the favor, Elizabeth talked about her outgoing youth, traveling from place to place, her major as a psychology student at a pretty decent university, a bit about her personal life, which was sort of vague, and finally about how she does seasonal work with High Heels, Red Lipstick.

“I guess I’ve always had a knack for dealing with business people,” Elizabeth noted. “My mom was an office worker, and she used to tell me all about her days and experiences, so I suppose my education began there. Since then, I’ve honed my skills in this field.”

“Sounds like a nifty skill.”

“Oh yes. Whenever a businesswoman client seeks our services, I’m often the one assigned to the job.”

“I’ve got to respect a woman who’s mastered her craft,” Faye joked.

“We’ll see about that once the job is done. Each case is different, but based on how this conversation is going so far, I think we’ll do great together. Your boss was right about you.”

Faye beamed. “What did my boss say about me?”

“I’ll tell you later, if you’re a good girl,” Elizabeth said with a wry smile.

The choice of words and the subtlety in Elizabeth’s voice left Faye unsure of how to react, so she switched back to business mode.

“Anyway…what’s the plan? Sorry to rush things, but I don’t want my roommate hearing this conversation.”

“Is your roommate a fellow intern at the same marketing firm?”

“No, it’ll just be weird if she hears our chat,” Faye admitted. “You know, the fact that I’m talking business strategy with someone I’ve met online, and I don’t even know exactly what you do.”

“Let’s try and change that, shall we? The truth is, my methods are highly unorthodox. As you may come to find, however, they do work. Either way, you have nothing to lose.”

“I’m always up for anything,” Faye said. “And my boss was very generous in paying for this.”

“When this is all over, and you get the job you want, you can return the favor to your boss, and I don’t mean with money.”

Once again, Faye was slightly caught off guard by the remark, but she chose to ignore it.

“Tell me about the gift baskets,” Elizabeth asked in a more business-like tone. “What’s in it? Who’s the target demographic?”

Finally, the conversation was less personal and more business oriented.

“Well, the gift baskets are geared toward professional, working adults. There are all sorts of things, depending on which one is purchased. For a men’s gift basket, there could be things like shaving accessories and items for a male’s wardrobe. Necessities for travel, and such.”

“And for the women’s gift basket?” Elizabeth inquired further.

“For a woman’s basket, there are things such as compact mirrors, creams, and a variety of oils. Perfect for preparation and relaxation.”

Elizabeth gave an approving look. “Are you free to meet on Friday morning, at 9 am, downtown?”

“Sure, that’ll work.”

“Bring the gift basket,” Elizabeth instructed. “And dress casually. I’ll send you the address of a boutique that my friend owns. We’ll have privacy there, and to put it bluntly, I’ll help rebuild you to become the perfect you.”

“That sounds doable.”

“If any of this makes you uncomfortable at all, then…”

“No, I want this,” Faye interjected, asserting herself. “Whatever you have planned, it’s worked for my boss, so I want the same treatment.”

Elizabeth flashed a teasing look. “But you don’t know what I have planned. All I’m saying is, we can take things slow. I work at your comfort level.”

“With the escort eryaman schedule I’m under, I’d like to go fast. Anything you can do to help is greatly appreciated.”

“Then we’ll meet Friday at 9 am. Remember to dress casual and light. You’ll be expected to undress.”

Faye’s eyebrow rose. “Undress?”

“Yes. Unless of course, you’re too modest for that?”

“It’s fine,” Faye gulped.

“Good. And send me your measurements. Part of the process is getting you a new outfit. I look forward to meeting you in person.”

“Likewise. It was great talking to you. I hope we can have a productive relationship.”

Elizabeth smiled and softly pursed her lips before logging off from the Skype chat, leaving Faye sitting there, wondering if she knew what she was getting herself into.

***

Despite her initial apprehension, Faye had become used to her roommate’s carefree attitude toward clothes. It started slow. Her roommate was a great girl, terrific in every way, but the girl liked to leave the door open when undressing. It was nothing to her.

Faye was quite the opposite. She grew up in a medium sized household where everyone closed the door and expected their privacy. No one ever saw each other naked, with the exception of accidents here and there.

But this was a completely new living situation, especially for a college virgin who watched all of her friends go on dates and “hook up.” Faye sticking to her beliefs made things awkward when her roommate would walk around the place in a loose t-shirt with no bra underneath. Sometimes her roommate’s nipples would be rock hard, poking through the front of her t-shirt. When they’d have breakfast together, she would sometimes bend over to get something, giving Faye a clear view of the goods.

Faye often wondered if this was all done on purpose. The more Faye told her roommate about her virgin ways, the more flagrant the roommate was with nudity around their space.

Surely it must have been to tempt Faye in some weird lesbian way. Truthfully, it worked to an extent. Faye had been envious of her roommate’s beauty since the moment they first met. After all the casual nudity, the envy grew into something else…

***

It was Friday morning and Faye showed up early, which she normally liked to do, dressed in casual workout clothes and sneakers, and carrying a gift basket from her job.

It was 8:45 on the downtown street and Faye peeked inside the window of the closed boutique. The lights were on, but no one was there. As she continued peeking, the owner came out of the back room and, seeing Faye there, went to open the door.

“You must be Faye,” the shop owner said, smiling.

Faye smiled back. “Yes, that’s me. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Come in. The shop opens in an hour, so you’ll have privacy until then. I’ll stay in front of the store, and I’ll try not to listen to your private conversation.”

There was a subtle innuendo in the store owner’s voice, and Faye tried to think nothing of it. They exchanged a few pleasantries and small talk, then Faye was directed to go to the backroom while the owner stayed in the front area to prepare for the day’s work.

When Faye went to the back area, it was the first time she had laid eyes on Elizabeth in the flesh, who was making final adjustments to the outfits she had organized.

Elizabeth was taller than Faye had expected and was dressed like a businesswoman with sass, wearing open-toed high heels which added sex appeal, and that bold red lipstick.

When they finally met in person, it was like they were old friends. There was a sense of familiarity between them; a kinship, even. Probably because they both knew what it took to survive the fiercely competitive world of business. They told each other how pretty they looked, although Faye felt inferior for dressing in such a sporty manner while Elizabeth looked so stylish and chic.

“Right this way,” Elizabeth smiled with her left hand guiding the way.

Faye went inside the changing room and put the gift basket down. Elizabeth pushed a rack inside, which had a small selection of high priced business clothes including blazers, office skirts, and a few expensive looking blouses.

Once inside the changing room, Faye noticed a full-length mirror and undergarments laying on a seat. Elizabeth closed the curtains to give them a sense of privacy, although Faye was sure that the store owner would still be able to hear every word they spoke.

Elizabeth checked the clock. “We have a decent amount of time to get things going. These are clothes that I’ve picked out for you. I hope you like them.”

“I love them,” Faye gushed.

“Excellent. Now, let’s see how they fit. Truth be told, I’m dying to see what you look like underneath those clothes.”

There was a lustful expression on Elizabeth’s face, as if the anticipation of seeing Faye naked had reached a fevered pitch.

“Umm, right now?” Faye asked.

“All of it. Every piece of clothing, including your socks. I’m going to totally remake you. Unless, this makes you uncomfortable?”

Faye didn’t want to be a stickler about this. After all, this was a place for women to be themselves. Plus, it wasn’t like she’d see Elizabeth everyday of her life. She thought of this like getting naked in front of a doctor.

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Selam ben Gizem,
İzmir’de yaşıyorum 23 yaşındayım beyaz tenli bakımlı aslında erkeklerin ilgisini çeken bir kızım. Neyse konuya geleyim hemen. Geçen yazdı sevgilimden yeni ayrılmıştım. En yakın arkadaşım Merve oda benim yaşımda güzel bir kız. Çok üzgünüm diye biraz da kafa dağıtalım diye Kuşadası’nda güzel bir otel de yer ayırtmış ikimize. Giderken de anlaştık en kötü tangayla güneşlenip denize gireceğiz diye.
Gitmeden önce alışveriş yaptık işte tanga falan aldık seksi 1-2 kıyafet aldık. Neyse gittik otele odamıza yerleştik. Hemen denize gitmek için hazırlanmaya başladık. Tabii ki de anlaştığımız gibi tanga giydik. Üstümüzü de giymedik. İkimiz de mini etek ve üzerimize beyaz badi giymiştik. Çok seksi görünüyorduk ikimiz de. Göğüslerimiz de biraz anlaşılıyordu.
Kadınlar denizini gittik. Şezlong kiraladık ve hemen soyunduk. Bizim gibi üstsüz hatta çırılçıplak güneşlenen turistler falan vardı. İşte birbirimize güneş kremlerimizi sürüp güneşlenmeye başladık.
Bir süre güneşlendikten sonra denize girmeye karar verdik ve kalkıp girdik. Etrafta bir sürü yakışıklı erkekler falan vardı. Bize baktıklarını hissedebiliyorduk. İkimiz de çok azmıştık sikişmek istiyorduk. Biraz açıldık ve birlikte sevişmeye başladık her yerimizi elliyorduk öpüşüyorduk ama yine de ikimizin de ateşi sönmüyordu. Neyse denizden çıkmaya karar verdik.
Çıktıntan sonra ben dayanamadım cesaret edip tanga mı çıkardım arkadaşım çıkarma diye ısrar etse de. Tamamen çırılçıplak kalmıştım herkesin ortasında. Hemen şezlonga sırt üstü yatıp göğüslerimi ve ayaklarımı iyice açıp amımı sergilemeye başladım. Arkadaşım da yüz üstü yattı. Israr ettim çıkar falan diye ama istemedi. O yatınca kalktım ve tangasını zorla çıkardım. Oda çırılçıplak kalmıştı. Ama öyle yatmaya devam etti. Yanımızda ki şezlonglar boştu ilk geldiğimiz de biz denizdeyken dolmuş. O sırada sahipleri geldi. 27 yaşında yakışıklı biriydi adı Semih. 3 arkadaş tatile gelmişler. İlk geldiklerin de ikimizi de bir güzel süzdüler. Sonra bize laf attılar merhaba hanımlar diye bizde karşılık verdik ve sohbete başladık. Sohbet ettik baya işte neler yapıyorsunuz hangi otel de kalıyorsunuz falan diye aynı otelde kalıyormuşuz meğerse neyse bira falan ısmarladılar bize sohbet ettik baya sonra denize girmeyi teklif ettiler bize.
Bizde kabul ettik ve hepimiz denize girdik. Baya açıldık ve Semih orada bir anda dudaklarıma yapıştı ve sevişmeye başladık. Biraz seviştikten sonra beni bir şartla sikebilirsin dedim ve bombayı patlattım. hepimiz böyle grup sex yaparsak bizi tost yaparsanız olur dedim. Arkadaşım daha önce grup sex yapmıştı ama hiç tost olmamıştı ama anlatıyordu güzel falan diye bende dayanamadım ve dedim. Sonra kulağına fısıldadım hiç yarrak görmemiş daracık götümü de sikebilirsin böylelikle dedim. Bunlar da hemen kabul etti. Deniz de bir süre daha seviştik hepimiz hepsinin yarraklarını çıkarıp elledik oynadık falan. Denizden çıktık hepimiz de üstümüzü giydik otele gitmeye başladık. Havadan suda sohbet edip yürürken her tarafımızı elliyorlardı.
Zaten akşam olmuştu. Oturduk hep birlikte yemek yedik ondan sonra akşam için anlaşıp odalarımıza dağıldık. Hemen biz duşa girdik. Dinlendik falan birbirimizle seviştik geceye hazırladık kendinizi. Sonra en seksi kıyafetlerimizi giydik. Altımıza da sadece tanga işte biraz makyaj falan indik aşağıya onlar da çok şık giyinmişlerdi.
Barlar sokağına gittik güzel bir mekana oturduk içmeye eğlenmeye başladık. Bu arada dans ediyoruz falan öpüşüyoruz sevişiyoruz falan çokta azmıştık artık dayanamıyordum ve baya da içmiştik dayanamadım Semih’e hadi gidelim ben dayanamıyorum artık şu yarrakları yemek istiyorum dedim. Onlar zaten dünden razıydı. Mekandan çıktık Arabalarına bindik ve otele gitmeye başladık. Ben öne Semih’in yanına oturdum arkadaşım da arkaya ikisinin ortasına dayanamayıp yaraklarını çıkarıp birini bir eliyle birini bir eliyle ellemeye başladı. İkisiyle resmen sevişiyordu arkada. Bende dayanamadım Semih’in yarağını çıkardım ve yalamaya başladım. İyice azmıştım zaten sulanmıştım artık tost olup sikilmek istiyordum.
Artık otele gelmiştik. Onların odalarına çıktık. Ben hemen Semih’le sevişmeye başladık. Merve’de yine onların arasındaydı. Biz aynı anda kalktık ve elbiselerimizi çıkardık ve tangalarımızla kaldık. Üçünü yan yana ayakta dizdik ve çırılçıplak soyduk. Ben hemen ortadakinin yarrağını yalamaya başladım. Diğerlerininkini de birini bir elimle diğerini de bir elimle tutup ellemeye başladım. Harika bir şeydi. Birazdan bu üç yarrak bizim olacaktı. Arkadaşım da onlarda öpüşüyordu falan. Oda yanıma geldi diz çöktü yalamaya başladı. Yalayın hadi orospular diyorlardı bize çokta hoşumuza gidiyordu. Sonra biri yatağa yattı. Bende üstüne çıktım o güzel yarrağını amıma sokup bir anda üstüne oturdum. Bir kaç kere sikiştiğim için amım da daha dardı ve tazeydi ve çok acıdı çığlık attım resmen. Ben zıpladıkça acı zevke bırakıyordu ki götümde Semih’in yarrağını hissettim. Çok dardı hiç siktimemiştik götümü ilk kez yarrak görecekti. Önce kafasını soktu yavaş yavaş girmeye çalışıyordu. Dayanamadım artık sok şunu tamamen dayanamıyorum sus len orospu dedi bana ve hepsini bir an da bir kökledi yırtılırcasına gözümden yaş geldi resmen çok acıyordu. Biri amıma giriyor çıkıyor diğeri götüme girip çıkıyordu. Harika bir şeydi iki deliğim de doluydu muhteşem bir zevkti. Uzun bir süre beni öyle siktiler kim bilir kaç kere boşalmıştım ve hatırlamıyorum ama onlar hala boşalmamıştı.
Arkadaşım da diğeriyle sikişiyordu yanımız da sonra çıkardılar ve arkadaşımı aynı şekilde tost yaptılar. Merve daha önce grup falan yaptığı için daha tecrübeliydi ve daha rahat aldı içine diğer çocukta beni sikmeye başladı. Neredeyse bizi 1 saate yakın siktiler bizi ve ikimizin de ağzına göğüslerine boşaldılar. Ondan sonra bizi banyo da balkon da falan sabaha kadar küfür ede ede siktiler harikaydı. Yarrağa doymuştuk ama hala istiyorduk.
Sabah kalktık numaralarımızı verdik birbirimize ve onlar otelde ayrıldılar ve biz tatilimize devam ettik. 1 hafta boyunca her gün denize çırılçıplak girdik. Birilerini bulup her gün sikiştik. Sevgilim beni aldatıp ayrılmasaydık bu zevki hiç bir zaman tadamayacaktım ama yine de keşke öyle bir şey olmasaydı da ayrılmasaydık onu hala seviyorum her şeye rağmen ama artık böyle orospuluğu sevdim her önüme gelenle yatıyorum sex harika bir şey her kadının tatması gereken bir şey. Bol seksli günler herkese.
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40 yaşında, 15 yıllık tır şoförüyüm. Çift kabinli Renault marka bir çekicim var. Bununla yurdumun her tarafını gezdim, geziyorum. Bu nedenle sürekli evden uzaktayım. Annem, eşim, 18 yaşında kızım ve 16 yaşındaki oğlum birlikte oturuyorlar. Çocuklarımı okutabilmek, evimi geçindirebilmek için

ömrüm yollarda geçiyor.

Arabam hem ekmek teknem, hem evim gibidir. Çeşitli yerlere iş için gittiğimde onun içinde yatar kalkarım. Bu yolculuklar sırasında daha önce gitmediğim bir yere iş çıkarsa evdekilerden isteyeni de yanıma alırım, bu sayede onlarda hemen hemen her

yeri gördüler.

Yarın sabah Mardin?e doğru yola çıkacağım ve bu yolculukta eşim benimle gelecek, Hem yeni bir yer görecek, hem sohbet ederek tatlı bir yolculuk yapacağız. sabah erkenden evdekilerle vedalaşıp yola koyulduk. Bu yolculuklar sırasında yollarda eşimin hazırlayıp yanıma verdiği

yiyecekleri yediğim için az masrafla gidip geliyorum. Hele o da yanımda olunca temelli masrafsız yolculuk oluyor. Şakalaşarak, sohbet ederek yolculuğumuza

başladık.

Figen bi tanem ileride nehir kenarında bir kır .

kahvesi olacak durup çay içelim, dinlenelim dedim.

Olur hayatım, hem ayaklarımızı açmış, hem de temiz hava almış oluruz dedi. Kır kahvesine geldiğimde parkına çekip arabayı kilitledim ve bahçeye girip çaylarımızı söyledik.
Figen canım bak ne diyeceğim, yola çıkınca üzerini değiştir, seksi bi şeyler giy, yolda seni seyredeyim, evde bi türlü yalnız .

kalamıyoruz dedim.

Hınzır aklın fikrin mikroplukta bakalım düşünürüz dedi. Yola koyulduktan sonra şoför mahallinin arkasına geçip perdeyi çekti.

Gözünü yoldan ayırma sevgili şoförüm, ama kulağın bende olsun dedi. Kulağıma gelen seslerden bavulunu kurcaladığını kıyafet aradığını anlıyordum. Biraz sonra perdeyi açıp yanıma geçti, gözlerim yerinden fırlayacaktı neredeyse.

Sen bana kazamı yaptıracaksın dedim. Üzerine bol bir mini etek ve yine bol bir tişört giymiş, içine bir şey giymemişti.

Yoksa altında da mı bişey yok dediğimde gözünü yoldan ayırmadan elinle kontrol et dedi. Elimi uzatıp eteğin altına soktum ve parmaklarım sıcacık amcığa değdi.

bacaklarını ayırdıÇekmeden dudaklarının üzerinde gezindirdim, sıcaklığını ve ıslaklığını hissetmeye çalıştım.

Aslında yanında çırılçıplak oturmak isterdim ama kamyonunu tanıyan bi tanıdık beni görebilir diye vazgeçtim dedi.

İyi etmişsin derken parmağını derinliklerine doğru daldırmaya başladım, kendini

öne kaydırıp bacaklarını ayırdı ve elimi tutarak amcığına bastırdı. İkinci parmağımı da ıslaklığa kaydırmaya başladım. Elimi tutarak kendini ileri

geri yaptırıp parmağıma kendini sokturup çıkartmaya başladı. Kıvranıyor, çığlıklar atıyor, evde yapamadıklarını, söyleyemediklerini söylüyordu.
Elimi çekip kendimi öne kaydırdım, hadi bakalım

göster marifetini dedim. Fermuarımı indirip yarağımı çıkartı ve avucuna alıp sıvazlamaya başladı.

Sikici Hakkım nerede büyüttün bu balta sapını, yollarda benim olmadığım zamanlarda hangi orospulara sokuyorsun bu yarağı söyle bakayım dedi.

Her köşe başında gördüğüm etekliğin yanında durup seni hayal

ederek yer yerlerinden sikiyorum onları. Sanki seni yırtıyormuş gibi amlar, götler ağızlar sikiyorum dedikçe yarağımı daha sıkı kavrayıp sıvazlamaya devam

etti. Sağ kolumu altından uzanıp dudaklarının arasına alıp ağır ağır emmeğe başladı. Bende ona yardım etmek için kalçalarımı oynatmaya başladım.

Arada bir ağzından çıkarıp,

Oh kocacığım beni ağzımdan mı sikiyorsun şimdi, başka nerelerimden sikeceksin diye bağıra bağıra soruyor bir yandan da

amcığını parmaklıyordu.

Çığlıkları arasında ağzının derinliklerine boşaldım.

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I was fourteen when I first saw her. The girl that lived next door to the house my parents moved us to was my age. Long blond hair, long dark smooth legs, and the face of an angel, that is if you could quit looking at her breasts in her tight sweaters, t-shirts or sports bras. Julie was a knockout… and a complete and total bitch. Once I met her, her looks didn’t make up for her total lack of respect for others. The universe in Julie’s world rotated around her and her only. I was afraid to see what her parents were like.

Julie’s sister seemed nice enough though. I saw her once in a while. To be totally honest I saw her as often as I could. From the apartment over our garage, I could see her lying out in their back yard almost daily during the summer working on her tan. I would peer through the window at her just dreaming of that one time she would sit up and then put her top on. I just knew her breasts were Playboy beautiful.

One day after peering at her from the upstairs window, and not getting lucky again, I went down to the garage and started tinkering with my dirt bike. Putting on a new rear tire wasn’t nearly as bad with her fresh in my mind. I wondered if she had seen me riding wheelies up the street and been impressed. When you’re fourteen you’re absolutely convinced that doing sixty down a residential street with the front wheel of a motorcycle two feet off of the ground makes girls want to get naked for you. I feel embarrassed now for those guys who never grew out of it.

“Honey… Kevin.” My mom called from the door. “Are you in here?”

“Yea mom, I’m over here.”

“Watcha doin’ sweetie?” She asked before looking.

“Putting the tire on my bike. Thanks for getting it for me. Can I race this weekend?”

“Sure, you can race.” She said. “Well I came in here because you have a job offer.”

I stopped turning my wrenches. “A job offer?” I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.

“Yes. Ms. Case just came over from next door and wanted to know if you would be interested in mowing her lawn for the summer.”

“I guess.” I said. “Did she say how much?”

“No, she asked and I said that I would send you over to see her if you were interested.”

“Sure, I’ll talk to her. Hopefully she pays better than Mr. Moorhead did.”

Mr. Moorhead was our last neighbor. He was an old rich guy that lived next door to us at our last house. He thought that I should mow his lawn for no charge because I was a kid and he was an old guy. It was supposed to build character that in his opinion ‘kids lack these days.’ Mr. Moorhead grudgingly paid me a third of what he should have. My parents thought it good to keep the peace. They increased my allowance to reflect the shortcoming of his graciousness. My parents called it a maturity bonus.

As I walked next door to see Ms. Case I was hoping that Julie was not there. Hopefully she was out making someone else’s life miserable. I did hope to get a peek at Julie’s sister though. I stepped up onto the large porch area and rang the doorbell. It was only a few seconds before the door opened.

“Hi, I’m Kevin Baxter from next door, is your mom home?” Damn! It was Julie’s sister. Wow!

She looked at me and smiled before speaking. “Pardon me?” She asked.

“I’m Kevin Baxter from next door, I’m here to see Ms. Case about mowing the lawn.”

“Oh. Okay.” She said still smiling. “Are you trying to flatter me?”

“Ma’am?” I asked.

“I am Helen Case… Ms. Case. Come on in Kevin.”

Ms. Case opened the door and stepped behind it so that I could come in.

“I’m sorry ma’am. I’ve seen you but I thought you were Julie’s sister. You don’t look like a mom.” It sounds stupid now but when I was fourteen that is what I said to her. It seemed good at the time She didn’t look like a mom though. Ms. Case was hot. She was wearing a bikini top and a wrap around her waist to cover her bikini. She was better looking than Julie I thought.

Ms. Case closed the door and led the way to the kitchen where she offered me a drink. I accepted because it would keep me there longer. My thoughts of Julie had disappeared.

“So Mr. Baxter, you’re interested in mowing my lawn for me?” Ms. Case asked.

“Mr. Baxter is my dad ma’am, you can just call me Kevin.” I hated being called Mr. Baxter.

“Being called Mr. Baxter probably makes you feel like I do when I’m called ma’am.”

My face reddened.

“Okay Kevin, I’m Helen.”

“Yes ma’am… I mean, uh Ms. Hel…” I had to take a deep breath. My reddened face felt like it was on fire. “Helen.” I said.

And that was how I met Helen. eryaman escort I ended up mowing her lawn every summer after that, and she paid well. I also seemed to get luckier after that as well when it came to watching her from the apartment over the garage. Sometimes I would see Helen sunning herself in a thong bikini and small top that barely covered her nipples. Other times she just wore a regular bikini.

Ms. Case would also have me do odd jobs around the house like moving her heavy plants or cleaning the garage. I even took apart a bed for her in one of the couple extra bedrooms she had so that the furniture could be moved out and the room made into an office, which didn’t make sense because she had an office downstairs already. I didn’t care though, I got to watch her come in and out of the room in her shorts and t-shirt which were one of the hottest outfits I had ever seen her in. I don’t think she was wearing a bra. I noticed how the t-shirt stretched over her breasts and her nipples were unmistakable.

I think I was seventeen or almost seventeen at the time. We had grown comfortable with each other as much as I was at her house. It was a little weird when Julie was around because she was being nice to me in front of her mom but we both knew how it was when her mom wasn’t around. I think Helen saw through it too.

On the day I was disassembling the bed though Julie wasn’t there. Helen was bending over picking up something that had fallen off of the bed and I was looking at her. The way her shorts slid over her ass when she bent over or the way her breasts pressed even harder against the t-shirt. I was visualizing her bending over with nothing on. Helen turned and looked in my direction as she began to stand. I was so busted. It was obvious that I was ogling her. I did the only thing I could think of at the time.

“I’m sorry.” I said and went back to my task.

“What do you mean you’re sorry?” Ms. Case asked pointedly.

When all else fails, like the ability to make up a good excuse fast… tell the truth…as vaguely as possible.

“You saw me looking at you, I didn’t mean any disrespect, I’m sorry.” I said truly ashamed.

“Kevin Baxter!” She said with that smile on her face. “You’ve been looking at me for how many years now?”

Helen now turned and sat on the mattress facing me.

“What do you mean?” I asked. When you’re a kid you never admit anything.

“Ohhh let’s see.” She said with that same coy smile on her face. “I don’t think I’ve laid out in the back yard for a week straight without you checking me out at least once from your parents apartment.”

My heart was pounding. I knew I was really really busted.

“I think you’ve watched me around the house here ever since you’ve been helping me out. You’re sorry you’ve been caught is what you’re saying.”

“Yes.” I admitted it with just that single word.

“Do you like what I’m wearing Kevin?” Helen asked bending down from the bed to me on the floor.

I just nodded as I glanced up at her.

“I’m flattered Kevin. I don’t mind you looking if you want to.”

I returned a smile to her and lightened up a little. “It would be creepy if I just stared at you wouldn’t it?” It was meant as a rhetorical question.

“You just look all you want Kevin.” Helen said bending down further. She placed her lips on my forehead and kissed me.

The quietness of the room and her lingering fragrance added to my feelings of euphoria. I stood facing her and said nothing.

“No Kevin.” Helen said drawing away. “We can’t do this. We can’t.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“I want you too Kevin, believe me I do too but you’re under age.”

“I don’t care Helen, I’ll be eighteen in a few months anyway.”

“It’s the law Kevin, it’s not worth the risk. I’ve gone too far anyway.”

“Kevin, I hate to do this.” Helen began. “It’s probably best if we don’t see each other for a while, at least until your eighteenth birthday. It’s better that way.”

“Why? I want to see you Helen…” She cut me off.

“I want to see you too Kevin, that’s why. I’m afraid something might happen and we can’t let that happen.”

I felt like I was going to panic or maybe I was deep inside. Now that it was all in the open and Helen said that she liked me that way she was pushing me away. I didn’t understand.

“Let’s wait and see after your birthday, please.”

The look in her eyes stopped my argument. She was so soft and beautiful.

“I’ll give you the best birthday present I can give you, I promise.”

Helen led me down the stairs by the hand leaving eryaman escort bayan the bed unfinished. I opened the door and turned back to her. I think our eyes said everything we could say. I walked out the door without either of us saying goodbye. The sound of the door striker clicking in place sounded much louder than it actually was. That was it.

I turned eighteen three months later. It was more than six months before I saw Helen again. The last time I saw Helen was on a Saturday. I raced the next day, Sunday. I had a new motocross bike. I had started racing the 125 class at the beginning of last season. My dad bought me a used two stroke, a Yamaha YZ 125 to begin the class on but this season I was on a brand new Honda CR250F four stroke. It was a beautiful bike. It had loads of power. I had practiced on it several times and was able to clear some bigger jumps much easier than I ever could. I took second place in my first moto. I only took second because at the last minute,

4 risked it all and tripled the finish line section for the win. That jump had to be over a hundred feet, I doubled and singled it like everyone else had been doing, except for the 250 pros.

4 and I came around the corner bar to bar on the last lap, he was freakin’ fast. It was obvious he was going to take his triple again so I was too. I knew he had cleared it once nicely so as long as he stayed on the throttle I would know for sure I was going fast enough to clear it as well.

It didn’t happen the way I thought it would. We were probably doing fifty to sixty as our front tires rolled onto the jump. At that speed you’re committed. If you’re going to abort a jump it has to be done way ahead of time. My bike sputtered on the face of the jump. Nothing big, a person listening wouldn’t have heard it but at that speed and a jump like the one I was now committed to, a disruption of power, even one so fast that you can’t hear it, you can only feel it, spells the difference between kissing the trophy girl and kissing the dirt. My bike soared into the air and I adjusted the throttle and tapped the brake to level the bike. I was fifteen feet in the air and before I even left the ground I knew it was going to be bad. Once a bike is air born there is little that can be done to change your fate good or bad.

I quickly saw that I was going to face the third hill. This meant that I was not going to land on the hill like an alpine ski jumper would. I was going to hit it on the back side. It would be like running into a brick wall. And that is what I did. My bike came down and my front tire impacted the hill directly in the center. As far as I was concerned it was lights out. I was told that my front wheel and forks folded under the front of the bike and broke. I was launched from the bike and sent though the air like a rag doll. In the air my bike flipped like a field goal kick and after more than four rotations, it landed on top of my lifeless body. My helmet was split in half from the impact of the swingarm to my head.

I regained consciousness two days after my birthday. I had been in a coma for over three months. That is a weird feeling. It was no different than being knocked unconscious and waking up a minute later. After waking three months later it felt the same as ten seconds. Three months just wiped away.

I stayed in the hospital for another two months while the doctors drained fluid from my head, my knees and my shoulders. There were rigs around my knees that were holding everything in place with pins that were drilled through my bones and screwed in place. The pain was fantastic. That’s the only word to describe it. Searing white hot throbbing grinding splintered pain. There was a first place trophy sitting on the nightstand across from my bed. I tried to speak but nothing came out. Just a click in my throat and a choking sound. The pain wouldn’t let me speak. My mom went and got it. She brought it to my bedside. “It’s yours honey.” She said with tears in her eyes. You and the other boy crossed together. He wouldn’t let them draw. He said you won. There was a check attached for $500.

My mom told me of the countless people who had visited. I was listening for one name. Ms. Case. Ms. Case had visited with her daughter Julie. She said that several houses on the block had ribbons on the trees for my recovery, Ms. Case included. It was overwhelming.

I went home in a wheel chair but I felt pretty good. When my dad rolled me into the house I was faced with I think everyone on the block cheering and clapping. There was a cake and decorations and a lot of tears. I felt myself becoming emotional escort eryaman at the outpouring of these people. These were the people who would have been at my funeral had I not lived. I wiped the tears from my eyes as best I could and that was when I saw Helen standing in the back of the room with tears streaming down her beautiful face. She was trying to smile for me but her emotions were too much to overcome.

Six months from the day I crashed, I walked into my parent’s house without any hardware sticking out of my body. I felt good but was weak. My mom and dad were taking the trip that I had to argue with them to take. They had been though a terrible ordeal with me and needed time away. They were going to the Caribbean for two weeks. I had to convince them that everything would be fine. If I had any problems, the neighbors would help out or I would call them personally.

Helen came by the day after my parents left and brought me a plate of cookies. I invited her in. She always looked so good.

“You turkey, do you have any idea what you put us through?” She said trying to be playful.

“I didn’t mean to do it. I’m just glad I was out of it so I didn’t have to feel any more pain than I did.”

Helen just shook her head and smiled at me.

I placed my hand behind her head and drew her to me. We kissed softly like we had so many months ago.

“Can you come over?” She asked in a lover’s voice.

“Yea.”

Helen bit at her lower lip obviously thinking about something. “Can you come through the back yard, I don’t want the neighbors to see anything.”

“Sure.” I said.

“In about twenty minutes.”

“Okay.”

That was the longest twenty minutes I had ever experienced I think. I went into our back yard and around the pool to the back where there was an access for the meter readers and slid through. As I approached the patio of Helens house she came out. Helen was dressed in her short shorts and a tight t-shirt… and no bra, just as she had been the day that I left her. I looked at all of her without worrying about her seeing me look at her.

When I was close enough she spoke. “Happy Birthday Kevin Baxter.” I just drank her in with my eyes. “Do you like your present?” She asked.

I led her back in through the open door. “Yes.”

“Open it.” She said

I pulled the t-shirt out of the band of her shorts and pulled it up over her breasts. Helen’s breasts were full and round and beautiful. I lowered my mouth to her breast and sucked it into my mouth. My hands went to her ass and slid under the legs of her shorts as I did.

Helen’s hand went to my crotch and pressed against me. I pulled the front of my jeans open for her. Her soft fingers wrapped around my shaft and stroked it. That was all it took for me. I pulled open her shorts and slid my hand inside.

“Do you want to be here or upstairs in bed?” She asked.

I had to decide on the bed. As much as I would have enjoyed fucking her on the dining room table or the floor or the counter top, my knees weren’t up to it.

“I want you in bed like we were.”

Helen and I made our way upstairs to her bed and we quickly found ourselves in the same position we had been in the day we had to call it off. Helen and I were pressing our hips together in a mock fucking session. My hand caressed her breast as we pressed and kissed.

“Will you undress for me Helen?” I asked. I didn’t have the strength to undress her myself on the bed.

Helen stood and faced me and pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts were so gorgeous. She placed her thumbs in the band of her shorts and slid them from her hips to the floor along with her panties.

“You are so beautiful.” I said trying to look at all of her.

Helen moved forward and lowered my pants to the floor.

“Let me suck you Kevin.” She said in a whisper.

“Not yet Helen. I want to make love to you.”

I lowered Helen to the bed and then myself on top of her with my hips between her spread legs. I could feel my body touching her wet flesh. With our arms around each other I only had to slide forward and into her. We both breathed deeply in a shaky sort of sigh. Helen’s body felt like nothing I had ever felt before. She was not only beautiful to look at but beautiful to feel as well. Our time together making love for the first time was the most intense sexual experience I had ever had in my short love life.

When I finally released, my body shuttered and tensed. Helen pulled herself to me and held me tight.

“Come in me Kevin.” Helen whispered.

I ended up staying at Helen’s for most of the week. We made love to our hearts content. Our every desire fulfilled. The fact that she was 45 years old or that I was 18 made no difference at all. We were just two people that wanted nothing more than to satisfy one another and be together.

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Brad was an only child. He was six years old when his mom, Karoline, died in an accident. He had fond memories of his mom, especially of the one summer he spent in Northern California at her family’s beach-front home. Often, he looked at a photo taken on a beach that showed him being hugged by his mother and a woman with long neck and legs. The woman called him, Berde, a Danish name. After his father remarried, he did not have a good relationship with his step mother, Brigitte. He saw her as an immature and selfish woman. Brad was a good student and had a part time job as soon as he could work; he also got interested in computer networks. However, he did not have enough confidence to convince beautiful girls to go out with him. On his 18th birthday, Jenny, a member of the school swimming team, let him see her pussy; it was a beautiful narrow slit covered with light growth of brown hair. When he reached to touch it, she pushed his hand away.

TIM’S GRANDMA

Brad had a good friend, Tim Taylor, who was a year older than him and a grade ahead; often, he hung out at Tim’s home. Tim’s dad drove a long-distance truck and was away from home quite often. After staying home for several years, Tim’s mom decided to accompany her husband on long hauls. Fortunately, Flo, her mom, agreed to live in her home. Flo, who was accompanied by Vyron Hall, took care of Tim; she also made Brad feel welcome when he came to visit Tim. Brad assumed Flo and Vyron, who seemed to be much older than her, were married. Most of the time, Vyron sat in a La-Z-Boy chair in front of the TV.

Flo kept the modest house immaculately clean and was active all the time. In the backyard, either she worked in a small garden or sat on the large bench-type swing at one end of the patio and read romance novels or magazines. Brad helped her remove weeds, carry loads of soil, and water her plants. Occasionally, she invited him to go with her either to the grocery store or a nearby shopping mall; afterwards, she and Brad would have a soda or cup of coffee. When she went out, Flo wore Capri pants and a tight blouse, and looked attractive. Brad liked her because she reminded him of his kind grandma and was affectionate to him; soon, she invited him to Sunday dinners with her family. Couple of times, when Tim was not around, Brad saw her eyeing his muscled upper arms and chest; later she rubbed his thighs surreptitiously when he sat next to her. He stole glances at her lovely face and big bosom. Because she was Tim’s grandma, he did not think there would be romance between them.

After Brad graduated from high school, Flo said to him, “You should go to college. It will help you in the long run.” Brad said, “It costs too much. I can not afford it.” She said, “You’re a smart young man, you can find a way.” On his 19th birthday, she baked a chocolate cake; Tim and his girl friend, Myra, also were on hand for the celebration. After he blew the candle flames off, Flo hugged him tightly, kissed him on his lips, and said, “Congratulations and many happy returns. You’re going to be a good man.” Blushing from the tight embrace and kiss, he mumbled, “Thank you.” For the first time, Brad became fully aware that Flo, about 5ft 3in and 130 lb, was a voluptuous woman: blonde curly hair, large blue eyes, small nose and mouth, and full lips.

They were on the patio and Flo, who was sipping Zinfandel wine, put on a CD of her favorite songs from the 70s. Soon, Tim started dancing with Myra and said, “Brad, dance with Flo; she’s a good dancer.” Indeed, Flo was a good dancer. Brad noticed she had on a pink tight, sleeve-less, blouse that showed her cleavage, a short floral cotton skirt, black stockings, and high-heel sandals, and large dangling ear rings and a three-strand necklace.

After dancing to two songs, they heard Vyron call from the living room. While Flo was attending to him, Tim and Myra left after wishing him a ‘Happy Birthday.’ Brad was thinking about going home when Flo returned. Noticing she looked concerned, he asked, “Are you ok? Is Vyron ok?” Softly, she said, “I’m ok, but worried about Vyron. He is drinking too much beer and refuses to exercise.” Brad offered her his hankie to wipe her tears and said, “Let me know if I can help. You know I care for you.”

Flo smiled and said, “I gave Vyron his medication; he is resting. I guess Tim and Myra went out. If you don’t mind dancing with an old lady, I’ll put on another CD.” Boldly, he said, “You’re not old; you’re a beautiful woman. You can be my date tonight.” She giggled and blushed, and put her hands around his neck. He held her close to his chest as they began to slow dance; in turn, she pushed her chest in to Brad and put her head on his shoulder. He became aware of the scent of perfume on her cleavage and her large boobs pressing in to him. He rubbed her smooth, bare upper arms, and kissed her cleavage for several minutes. She worried for an instant that she had not shaved her underarms for couple of days. She held his face and, after French kissing him passionately, asked, “Do you want more eryaman escort cake?” He said, “Sure.”

Smiling, Flo returned with a piece of cake on a paper plate, led Brad to the large swing on the patio. After they sat in it, boldly she sat in his lap, put a small piece of it in her mouth, and French kissed him while pushing some of the cake with her tongue in to his mouth. When she stopped kissing him and was giggling happily, Brad whispered, “More cake, please,” and again, she French kissed him with her mouth full of cake.

Brad tried to unzip her blouse, but Flo said, “I had a long day. I like to watch TV for a while before sleeping.” Smiling, she added, “I will be working in the garden tomorrow after lunch. Again, Happy Birthday.”

—-

The next day was a warm Sunday. Flo showered, and shaved her legs and arm pits for Brad. She was sure that Vyron would sleep for about an hour while she let Brad neck with her. Brad knew Flo would be working on her flower beds; he recalled her words, ‘after lunch.’ Early in the afternoon, he went in to the backyard without entering her house. After he turned a corner, he saw she was at the back of her flower garden. His cock stirred when he saw she was dressed in short denim shorts, a low-cut pink tank top, a wide-brim straw hat, and sunglasses. At that moment he hoped fervently that he would have the opportunity to fuck Flo at least once.

When she saw him, she said, “I’m glad to see you. I hope you don’t mind my skimpy clothes but it’s a warm day.” Brad handed her the single long-stem red rose he bought and muttered, “You look fabulous. I also put on a tank top and shorts.”

She said, “Thanks for the rose. Love your muscular arms and thighs. Please dump this cart of weeds and bring two glasses of ice tea from the patio. I need a break.” He blushed realizing that granny Flo liked his body and mumbled, “Thanks,” and hauled away the cart of weeds.

She took the glass of ice tea he brought, walked to a bench under a large oak tree, and nudged him to sit on it. As she stood smiling in front of him, he saw she had on wire-rimmed glasses, and costume ear rings and necklace. But, he was strongly attracted to her sexy cleavage and chest, and smooth bare arms; her cleavage was sexier than Jenny’s. Slowly, she sat in Brad’s lap, and cooed, “I love your muscular body,” and rubbed his bare upper arms and tank top-covered chest. Softly, she mumbled, “It’s been so long, very long,” as she continued to rub his muscled chest. She then hugged him tightly and initiated a French kiss that lasted a minute; she followed it with another while slowly swaying her crotch on his now hardened cock.

In turn, Brad rubbed her bare upper arms, and planted many kisses on them and her lightly perfumed neck. When he tried to lift up her tank top and remove it, Flo held his hands firmly, and said, “I can’t be top less with Vyron at home during day time.” Disappointed, Brad mumbled, “I just want to fondle them; they look so sexy underneath the tank top. Sorry, if I —.” Flo put a finger on his lips, and cooed, “No need to apologize. I put on a tank top to look good for you. I understand a young guy wanting to touch my big boobs. I’m glad you like them. It’s only fair you touch them,” and reaching behind her back, she unhooked the bra clasp, removed her bra, and laid it aside. Brad saw her boobs drooped and jiggled sexily underneath the tank top.

She took his hands, placed them on her boobs, and cooed, “Go ahead, play with them.” When he grasped both of her boobs, his cock jerked uncontrollably in his shorts. Flo moaned with pleasure when he gently tweaked her nipples. When she leaned forward and French kissed him, it was the first time in his young life that he French kissed a woman while holding her boobs in his hands. She said softly. “Let’s take a walk,” and giggled happily when Brad did not let go of her boobs and kept kissing her neck.

She stood up and holding his hand led him further in to the back yard; he followed her until she stopped and bent down to look at new plant buds. When he touched her shorts-clad-wide buttocks, she looked up and smiled at him. She giggled when he pulled her up and held her tightly from behind; when he put his hands underneath her tank top and grasped her soft boobs, she lifted her arms and put her hands around his neck, and he planted many kisses on the nape of her neck, shoulders, and under arms. When he whispered, “Love your smooth under arms,” she turned to face him and lifted her arms. Happily, Brad kissed both of her underarms and arm pits.

After they sat on a bench, she said, “I’ve been a passionate woman since my teen age. I first fell in love with a young man; he went to fight in Vietnam and was killed there. Soon afterwards, Ted Hall came courting me. He matched my passion. He died in a motor cycle accident five years ago.” After a long pause, she added, “Now, you are bringing out my feelings. Don’t you see I’m an old woman?” Brad said earnestly, “Honestly, I see you as a sexy woman. I have not met a girl eryaman escort bayan I liked as much as I like you. I want to love you.”

After a long pause, Flo said, “I’m glad you want me.” Then in a firm tone, added, “You can be my lover. But, we can meet only when it is safe. I don’t want Vyron to ever find out I’ve taken a lover.” As she spoke, Brad could see determination in her big blue eyes behind the wire-rimmed glasses.

Slowly, Flo pulled Brad’s hands off of her boobs and said, “I have to check on Vyron. Meanwhile, please move a bag of soil by the rose bushes,” and walked away. Several minutes later, she returned and said, “He drank little bit of apple juice. He did not recognize me again; may be he has Alzheimer’s. He is resting comfortably. He has a check up next week.”

Somehow, Brad had the presence of mind to say, “You did not say who Vyron is?” She stopped, turned, and said, “I’ll tell you one day, I promise.”

—–

Brad knew Flo would be busy taking care of Vyron and did not try to see her. Two weeks later, while working at the drive through window of Chicken Nuggets, a fast-food restaurant, he heard a familiar voice ask for Special . He was delighted and surprised to see Flo drive her large sedan to the window. Even though she wore dark glasses and covered her hair with a red scarf, he recognized her. She had on a light white jacket, red tank top, red stockings, and white shorts. As she paid for her food, Brad whispered to her, “I’m done here in couple of minutes. Pull over to the side. I’ll bring your order.”

After Brad changed in to shorts and tee shirt, he went to Flo’s car, settled in the passenger seat, and hugged her. Earnestly, he said, “You look gorgeous in red and white. Here’s the food you ordered. How did you know when I would be getting off work?” She giggled and said, “I called the manager an hour ago and asked him your schedule. I told him I’m Mrs. Hall. He also said you worked only two hours today. Congratulations on graduating from high school.” After taking a deep breath, she said, “I missed you. I’ve been busy setting up Vyron in a nursing home. I needed couple of days to recover. It’s a nice evening. Do you know a quiet place we can go to and talk?”

Brad said, “I missed you too. The only park I know is the State Park,” and gave her directions to get there. She smiled and said, “I’m excited going to a park with you,” and rubbed his thigh. As she drove, he could not take his eyes off of her face and chest; she looked gorgeous. Knowing that he was staring at her, her pussy tingled more. At the park, he directed her to a secluded spot under a tree and not too far from a lamp post. She opened a small cooler, took out two cans of soda, and gave him one. She took a small bite of the sandwich and said, “It tastes ok,” and handed him the rest of it.

Brad said, “I want something else in my mouth. Move your seat back,” and put the bag of food on the back seat. She moved her seat back, looked at him, and said, “What?” When he put his head in her lap and looked up, she leaned down and, while nuzzling his head with her boobs, French kissed him. He whispered, “Take off your bra, please.” She covered his head with her jacket and whispered, “I didn’t wear one,” about the time he saw her bare boob underneath her red tank top; he began to suckle on her nipple. He heard her mumble, “Ahhh. Ummmm. Oh, baby. Babyyy. Don’t stop. As good as Ted.”

Encouraged that Flo liked what he was doing to her, he began to fondle her right boob, while he continued to suckle. Brad was feeling great suckling and fondling a woman’s boobs for real. Gently, she nudged his head to suckle her right boob. A short time after he resumed suckling, his nostrils picked up an aroma new to him and its intensity increased as he continued loving her boobs. He guessed that the aroma was coming from her pussy. He wanted to check it out, but was afraid Flo would push his hand away.

He stopped suckling and looked in to her passion-filled eyes and mustering all the courage he could, he pleaded to her, “Please, may I touch you.” She said anxiously, “What if a cop comes to check?” He said, “Truthfully, cops don’t come around before eight. We have plenty of time. It’s dark in here. No one can see us.” Blushing, Flo lowered her shorts below her knees, and said, “I’m going to cover us with my jacket.”

Brad found himself within inches of heaven in many of his dreams, albeit in semi darkness. He explored her panties-covered crotch and thighs with his fingers, and inhaled the aroma in the fluids around her pussy. Her thighs were smooth and soft. The panties were flimsy and very wet around what he guessed was her pussy. He wanted to lick her oozed-out fluid, but his neck would not bend and twist. He felt around the edge of her panties and was able to slide his middle finger over her pubic hair-covered wet mound. He heard her breathing became more rhythmic and, when his finger found her wet gash, she moaned softly. Quite by chance, his finger rubbed a protrusion no larger escort eryaman than his thumb’s tip which led her to close her thighs around his hand, her crotch to convulse, and send her in to louder moans, “There, there, there. Babyyyy. Cummmming. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhh.”

After a few moments, Flo giggled, and cooed, “I let a darling boy masturbate me, a grandma.” Brad was ecstatic he brought Flo an orgasm and hugged her passionately. They were jolted by her ringing cell phone, but she said, “Who ever is calling can wait.” After she pulled her shorts up and combed her hair, they saw head lights of a sheriff’s car go by them.

She listened to the saved message on the cell phone and said cheerfully, “Tim is not coming home till tomorrow afternoon,” and began to drive her car. At Tim’s home, she said, “It’s a nice evening. I want to sit with you on the patio swing. I’ll be back in a minute,” and went to her bedroom; she returned wearing a beige house coat and sat next to Brad on the swing. She hugged Brad and said, “You have been patient. I’m excited being on a date with you.”

When he did not reply, she smiled and asked, “What are you thinking? You can tell me. I won’t get offended.” Some how, Brad mumbled, “Can I taste you?”

Blushing, Flo whispered, “That’s the sweetest thing to ask for. First, I want to see your cock,” and knelt on a large cushion in front of him. She undid his belt buckle, helped him remove his shorts, and gently grasped his cock lump in his briefs. She then pulled his briefs off and, after his cock sprung up like a wound up spring, cooed, “It’s big and throbbing. It’s oozing.” She quickly removed her house coat to reveal her beige bra and panties, and grasped Brad’s stiff cock in her fist. After she pumped his cock couple of times, he begged her, “Please let me see your boobs.”

Flo blushed and removed her bra. As he fondled her left boob with his right hand, he watched her small, wrinkled, hand pump his cock slowly along its full length a few times. He leaned his head back and saw stars burst in the sky as jets of his cum erupted which she trapped in facial tissues. She cooed, “I’m glad that came out. It’s still hard. Is it because you like my drooping boobs?” Smiling, Brad said, “I love your sexy boobs,” and, leaning forward, grasped them in his hands. Flo held his hands, stood up, helped him get up, and said, “Let’s get cleaned up.”

In the bath room, in an open hamper, Brad saw the red panties she wore earlier. Flo blushed when she saw him pick them up and smell the wet crotch area. Giggling, she put them around his neck, and said, “You look real cute now.” She was still giggling when he hugged her and nudged her to stand against the vanity. He slid to the floor and, as he rubbed her thighs and panties-covered crotch, muttered, “Wow. Wow, that’s pretty,” in awe of her sex garden. When Brad buried his nose in her crotch, Flo whimpered, “Oh, baby, it feels good, very good. Let’s sit on the swing under the stars. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She had on an open beige silk robe when she came to the swing. In the reflected light, she looked very desirable in her red stockings, sandals, swaying boobs, and red lipstick-coated lips. After he French kissed her, he tugged at her panties and she helped him pull them off. After Flo sat comfortably, Brad got on his knees on the large cushion, opened her thighs, and ran his fingers through her curly pubic hair for a short time. He stared at her dense, curly, grey, pubes, and pussy glistening with a fresh coating of love nectar; unlike Jenny’s pussy, it was open partially to reveal her inner labia. As he rubbed her thinly-creased thighs and continued to stare at her sex garden, she mumbled, “Enough staring. Use your mouth,” and pulled his head towards her crotch. He licked her slickened, inner, labia and her engorged clit until she had her orgasm, “Ohhh. Braaaad. Ahhhh. Gooood. Goood.” It took a few minutes for Brad to connect her moans with the spot she wanted licked most, her protruding clitoris.

Later, Flo leaned forward, held his head, kissed him on his lips, and said, “You sure did a good job for a young guy. Remember, you just have to be in tune with my breathing and moaning.”

He stood up with his throbbing cock sticking out of his loins. Grasping his cock firmly, she giggled, and cooed, “You’re at your sexual peak; I don’t think I’ll ever see your cock flaccid,” and pushed him to sit in the swing. She got on her knees between his legs, and began to fondle his balls and slowly pump his cock. Much to his joy, she started to lick his cock head, and cooed, “Ted loved to have his cock licked like this.”

While she was happily licking his cock, the phone rang. After she picked it up, while pumping his cock, he heard her say, ‘I’m sleepy, but not sleeping.’ ‘There are leftovers in the fridge. See you tomorrow.’

Flo said to Brad, “That’s Carol, my daughter. She and Ed will be home after midnight. Now, lean back, look up. You may see stars bursting,” and resumed pumping and licking his cock. During his climax, several stars indeed burst in the sky. Flo held his twitching cock firmly and caught his cum in a wad of tissues. Afterwards, she fixed him a large slice of apple pie and a glass of milk. As Brad ate the apple pie, she said lovingly, “You are a good lover.”

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