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Taking pictures thrills me. That is not true of my generally indifferent wife, depending on mood and lighting. A flash going off is an unnecessary distraction from her intense concentration, as capturing her cumming is one of my major pursuits.

She doesn’t mind the occasional session, and I can’t resist them. Admittedly, my picture taking skills suffer markedly once my cock begins to be stroked. Jacking off while taking pictures of reality entwines the visual and sexual, the immediate and the longer term. We’ve been taking – and sharing – pictures for over 15 years.

In bed, outside though not really in public, around the house, in the shower – different settings have different charms. In bed with her toy is a long running variation, in part because how horny we both get right from the beginning. Trying to capture orgasm is not easy – however, since the trying is so enjoyable, no reason not to do it over and over.

Or to come up with new ideas, though progress after discovering an idea tends to be slow. Like finally trying to take pictures underwater at our local lake. Or in the shower, from any number of angles as she cums, including grinding her ass against my turned on cock, often unable to resist cumming myself, both of us moaning under the sound of pulsing water. Wetness and bare skin is wonderful, especially with a hard cock.

My photo skills have not really improved over the years. We’ve gotten older, reducing our enthusiasm and changing our appearance. But sometimes, just as in the past just starting out, everything comes together. Even when the images don’t, the orgasms involved make the time spent more than worthwhile. This explains why so many of our sex pictures over the years have involved her three toys.

Convincing her to allow pictures of her using her latest nobbed magic wand attachment was trivial, especially this being only the second time she had played with it. In other words, almost a beginner, one unable to resist the temptation to become more skilled. A beginner unconcerned about people watching her become an expert, something we’ve shared over the years as she developed her skills on two other escort şişli vibrators.

Preparing everything, including towels, only requires a minute. She lay down after removing her bra, skirt and panties, taking a few minutes to relax after work, an hour before bicycling to her fitness class. The room was a bit cool, her nipples poking against the somewhat sheer and somewhat tight shirt she left on.

I kneeled, settling my weight on the carpet edging the bed, leaning forwards against the backboard as she turned the wand on. The scent of her pussy, near the peak of her cycle, was unmistakable. My reactions were predictable, stretching closer, breathing deeply, cock growing delightfully heavier as her natural perfume spread it effects through me. We were both becoming comfortably aroused, following a familiar path. A straightforward part of our shared marital interests, most of my basic knowledge originally learned from another married couple I had lived with, before meeting my wife.

Quickly, the wand wasn’t the only thing turned on, her eyes shutting, legs spreading as the vibration’s power began to overwhelm her. Watching her surrender to such primal sexual pleasure led me to doing the same, my right hand beginning to pump my hard cock. I still managed to take a couple of pictures, but my ability to concentrate on such complicated actions was dwindling.

This is a major reason I remain so addicted to taking pictures – it makes me really, really hot. Since it is just for my own pleasure, lack of technical focus is just part of the process, a benefit, not a problem. I’ve worked at a TV studio, though never misusing any cameras or decks to create video porn. Though I did enjoy the facilities repeatedly, after hours with an old girlfriend – fucking in master control while watching a porn satellite feed in the mid-80s. In the personal digital age, I discovered that creating porn turns me on as much as watching ever did.

At some point, her legs now wide open and pussy lips glistening, the camera dropped on the piled feather blanket. We were both panting and saying ‘yes .. yes’ as her first orgasm occurred, almost escort etiler leading me along the same path. One I try not to follow too quickly, since this was undoubtedly just her first orgasm, ensuring that at least 3 or 4 more would be coming. My cumming later certainly increases my total pleasure, allowing me to at least approach the sort of fun she is having. Not to mention allowing the opportunity to take more erotic pictures along the way.

The view was raw, pure porn, causing the thought to bubble up that now was picture taking time again. I clumsily turned the camera on, pointing it more or less in the proper direction, moaning as I fisted my rigid shaft. Her moaning grew louder as her pussy lips began to spread, showing off her pinkness. She was getting wetter, her expression turning wonderfully animalistic, eyes closed, grunting as she jammed the vibrator at an angle, letting me see and capture the nobs getting her off.

I could only take a couple of pictures before the camera slipped again from my relaxed grasp. The spreading pre-cum over my cockhead overwhelmed me, the friction changing wonderfully along my shaft as I kept jerking off, right on the edge of cumming. Moaning distracted me a bit, causing me to notice how she was now riding a wave of orgasm, about to cum again.

The effort of taking up the camera allowed me to postpone orgasming long enough to pull myself back a bit, thoughts churning as I snapped a couple more pictures of her hot hairy orgasming cunt. After cumming several more times while I watched, she sighed, then turned the power off. In the silence, I moved into the bed next to her, the camera in my hand.

‘Let’s switch the attachment,’ I said, and as she turned to get it from her side, I turned the camera back on. ‘And maybe you can take a couple of shots of my cock?’ I was a bit nervous asking, since generally, she has no interest in images, and is somewhat dismissive about whether anyone else is interested in an older middle aged couple.

She handed me the somewhat U shaped collar, an attachment she had noticed among the variety of attachments included with the vibrator, cleverly bayan escort taksim figuring out what it could be used for. This would also only be my second time experiencing what this vibrator could do, my own eagerness quite apparent to my wife. The first time, my wife had been the one handling it as she used it on my cock, admittedly less than expertly. Of course, the pleasure made me cum, even as the occasional crushing sensation or lack of contact made the ride a bit bumpy.

Today, I was the one doing the playing. Adding to the newness of the experience was feeling her settling in to take pictures of me getting off. I brought the toy into contact against my rod, the sudden intense pleasure making me moan and slump, my horniness growing quickly, especially as the flash went off.

As my legs began to spread wider, I heard her ask ‘do you like that?’

‘Oh fuck yes’ I groaned, feeling how she bent closer, making me move the wand off my cock as the flash went off. Touching my cock with it again, the sensations were unbelievable, along with the occasional flash showing that my wife had taken another opportunity to snap a picture off.

Dirty words were flowing over my tongue and floating past my lips, building orgasm overwhelming any attempt to understand them, much less control them. Her toy was incredibly powerful, sweeping me into total ecstasy, pressing as the first jet inexorably rose from between my legs, slowed by the force of the toy’s plastic edge.

I was rigid, moving my hips much she had before, experiencing total orgasm, unable to stop or resist, needing to do nothing but keep feeling the vibrator’s magic on my rod as hot cum pumped, coating my thigh in liquid warmth. Finally, completely drained, I moved the vibrator away, fumbling it off with my weak fingers.

‘God that was good – thanks for noticing that attachment,’ I said, mind returning to a state of contented sleepiness.

‘I took a cum shot, you know’ was her reply, making me realize how completely the toy had dominated my awareness, taking away all control.

‘Really? – I didn’t notice.’

‘I sure did – you really like my toy, it seems.’

‘Definitely – especially when cumming with it involves pictures. Even if I didn’t realize it – that toy is fantastic.’

‘Yes it is.’ At which point, we snuggled into the sheets, then went back to sleep, relaxed and utterly content.

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I love to masturbate. Always have since I was a twelve year old girl and found out what my love button was for. I do it at least once a day, sometimes right when I get home from work but usually after getting in bed for the night. I find it extremely helpful after a stressful day and can’t get to sleep. I never bought any toys, didn’t think I needed them and was too chicken anyway, but after my new fetish opened up I started rethinking it.

Ever since my little escapade on my flight to Seattle last week [see Red Eye Pleasure] I’ve been obsessed with masturbating in public, daring to do something naughty and sexual in an exposed area. I’m not into being watched, at least I don’t think I am, but there’s something that adds an additional thrill when you’re masturbating and there’s a possibility of being caught.

That was the first time in a public place and the eroticness of pleasuring myself with so many people around was the most intense feeling I’d ever experienced, or at least on a different level. Since I was with somebody most of the time I was in Seattle I didn’t really have an opportunity and couldn’t wait until I got back home to try it out.

When I boarded the plane for my return flight my pussy automatically started to tingle, Pavlov’s Pussy, I guess. But, it was a day time flight, the plane was packed and I ended up sitting next to a young boy. In the meantime, I spent a good amount of time thinking of places I could safely go, and braving myself up to do so. When it did happen it was unexpected.

I work in an engineering office and, of course, the majority of the people there are guys. Unfortunately, I’m surrounded by geeks, dorks, and cavemen so there’s not much in the way of eye candy there. Girls, if you’re looking for a decent man I don’t recommend engineering. We do have a couple girls working there, one in particular I refer to as the office hottie.

Kelly is stunning; she’s a bit taller than me (most people are), auburn curly hair, pretty doe-brown eyes, lightly tanned skin, and is super cute. She usually dresses conservatively, wearing slacks and button up blouses or a sweater, but every once in a while she’ll wear something that makes you do a double-take. She’s got a sweet little ass on her and a nice rack somewhere in the D range, I’d guess; tits til Tuesday, as I’ve overheard the guys say. She’s a friendly girl, married and as attractive as she is for some reason I never really paid that much attention to her.

One day we were in the break room eating lunch and when she reached for something her boobs brushed şişli escort up against me, actually damn near squashed my arm with them. She excused herself and I said that I didn’t mind, but unfortunately I don’t think she caught my drift. I knew she didn’t do it on purpose but ever since then I couldn’t keep my mind off of her. The thought and feel of her big, soft boobs rubbing up against me sent such feelings of erotic arousal through my body. From then on I was always checking her out. Carefully though, our office is pretty conservative and if it ever came out that I was bi the cavemen would never let me live it down.

The next day she wore a pullover that nicely showed off her boobs and a tiny bit of cleavage, just enough to make one look at her a little bit longer. I tried not to but the guys were definitely checking her out. So funny when I busted them for looking and I wanted so much to believe she wore it just for me.

That afternoon Kelly and I were in the break room alone and she was bitching about something going on in the bottom of the refrigerator. I was standing right next to her when she bent down and I was presented with an unexpected view of her boobs down her top. My jaw almost dropped open from the scene! I squatted down to help her (and to get a closer look) and couldn’t stop staring down her top. Her pullover had blossomed open and I could see everything, all of her boobs and a sexy, blue lacy bra she wore, damn near all the way down to her belly button.

She was yakking about something, squatting there, rooting around in the bottom of the fridge with her bountiful cleavage totally exposed. There was jiggle all over the place as she worked and I prayed in vain for a nipple slip. Every once in a while she’d shift her weight and a knee would wedge up underneath a breast, squashing it and making it bulge out. Had I been a guy she would have been more guarded but was totally unaware that I was looking; it was the sweetest, most awesome display of boobage I’d ever seen and a gift from heaven. I was getting very aroused and it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself.

She got done and when we stood up I was totally flushed. She looked at me and asked in a concerned voice if I was ok, I mumbled something about a head-rush and ran back to my desk.

I tried to work but couldn’t concentrate on anything, her ample cleavage and her tits dancing under her top with that sexy bra was just mesmerizing to me. I found I couldn’t keep my hands off my own boobs while thinking about hers. I had mköy escort to watch myself, cavemen were everywhere.

Quitting time finally came and I raced to my car to get home. I couldn’t wait to lie down naked in my bed and play with myself to release the pent up sexual energy I was feeling. I pulled out of our parking lot and immediately hit the damn red light at the intersection. Fuckin’ every time, why now, too! My pulse was racing, my face flushed and my pussy was throbbing. Turning on the AC helped a little bit. What a long fucking light and it took forever to finally turned green.

Traffic was slower then hell and I grabbed my crotch trying to release a little tension in my pussy. It only made it worse. Another red light and I sat there frustrated, tapping one hand on the steering wheel and another squeezing my boobs making me moan. Right as the light turned green I realized a guy in a car next to me was watching me caress my boobs. He smiled and I gave him a “what the fuck are you looking at” glare before driving off.

Damn, I was ready to explode and didn’t think I was going to make it home. I undid a couple buttons on my blouse and slid a hand inside carressing my right breast and scratched a nail across my erect nipple through my bra teasing myself. Fuck, I was in heat and groaning, my pussy screaming for attention. I frantically searched for a place to park wishing I’d planned ahead better and did some scouting for a safe area when I’d gotten home for my trip. I was really wet, getting desperate, and it was difficult to concentrate. Fuck it, I finally thought pulling into a grocery store parking lot and looked around for a private place to park. There wasn’t much but by this point I almost didn’t care. I found a semi private place and backed into it so I could see if anyone was coming.

I threw the car in park, undid the seatbelt, and kicked the seat back. Looking around to see if the coast was clear, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. One hand dove beneath my panties, my pussy greedily devouring my fingers making me sigh a lusty moan as the other hand clenched my breast. Mmmm… the long awaited stroke on my sweetness felt so good. Sliding a wet finger over my silky clit I closed my eyes in such delicious pleasure, seeing Kelly’s tits jiggling under her top and dreaming I was caressing and squeezing them. I could imagine so well what her nipples looked like; very hard, erect, and pink, just like mine. I groaned a lusty sigh at the vivid dream of rubbing our nipples together, my two fingers gliding güngören escort in and out of my wet pussy and massaging my clit.

I froze as a car drive by, the driver paying no attention to me and I continued my self-pleasure looking around to see if anyone was around. I lifted my butt and pulled my panties down to join my jeans, my pussy was open with free access for me. I scrunched down and plunged two fingers in, deliriously fucking my pussy as I squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples inside my blouse through the bra. I wanted so much to free my boobs but was self conscience about my exposure.

I froze as another car drove by, putting my passion on hold yet again. Where the fuck was all this traffic coming from? I leaned the seat back so I was in more of a lying position, my fingers massaging my sopping, squishy pussy. Mmmm… fuck, I moaned with delight with my eyes closed dreaming about Kelly’s soft tits, how they felt on my arm where she brushed them. I could still feel them, I wanted to touch and caress them so much. My middle and ring fingers slid up and down each side of my clit faster and faster. I was moaning and crying, my left hand inside my blouse squeezing my tits. I heard a honk somewhere and popped up like a prairie dog. Seeing nobody around I lay back again, spread my knees as far as I could, pumping my pussy with my fingers and pinching my nipples through my bra.

I felt an orgasm approach and didn’t want to edge it, I’ve been wanting to cum all afternoon and I needed to cum right now. It crashed over me, wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure as I cried out and cursed in a mind blowing orgasm. My fingers flew on my clit as I came again, my body thrashing in the car seat, my legs banging the steering wheel.

My passion ebbed as I lay there panting in sexual satisfaction, giving my clit a post-cum caress and eyed the drive-by of another car, the driver blissfully unaware of my sexual pleasuring. Fuck, I’m going to have to find a better place to do this, I said to myself.

I pulled my jeans up and winced as my cold, wet panties kissed my pussy, realizing I left a damp spot in the fabric of the seat. My fingers were soaked in my pussy juice. I usually keep a stash of drive-thru napkins in the glove box but was out and down to my last tissue, I made a mental note to keep more on hand and a small towel to sit on in the car for future use. I also felt a slight pain in my left leg, later to find it bruised from the steering wheel.

Letting out a large, satisfied sigh, I looked around to see if I had any spectators then buttoned my blouse, reset the seat and pulled out to go home. My pussy was sated for now but I knew once I got back to my apartment, took a long, hot, sexy shower, and lay comfortably naked in my bed, it was going to be abused.

Dinner was going to be late tonight.

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When men look at me, I wonder what they see. Do they see the sweet, shy and innocent girl that I’m told I appear?

At 5′ 11″ I stand out in any crowd with long brown hair that I normally tie up in bun on the back of my head. Hips, waist and chest, that from the front show a nicely curved hour glace.

I know I have a bit of stomach, I’m not skinny, and I’m full figured woman. My rack tends to get more attention then I like, having an E cup tends to draw men like flies to honey.

I turn the facet in the shower on, fold my dark blue towel and lay it over the rack near by. Taking my hair out of the braid from the night and shifting my fingers through loosening the strands. Remove the black leather and silver stars of my collar from my neck, placing it on the back of the pillar sink. The steam from the shower soon begins to circle me, beckoning me. I look at my reflection in the mirror

I wonder, do they even get a glimpse at what is beneath my surface? Is there anything about me that could warn them? When I walk, I know my hips sway to and fro. I wonder if that makes them think. As I crossed the street yesterday in front of a car waiting for me, I saw a college age male looking at me. He had no clue what walked past him. But the look in his eyes made me hot, even now, knowing that he wanted my ass for his pleasure.

I looked at my night wear, just a warm long sleeved shirt barely reaching my thighs, over plain cotton underwear. My fingers slide up my thighs to the waist band as the picture of my Master flashes before my eyes. As the blue fabric falls to the ground around my ankles my hands grasp the hem of my shirt and pull it up past my şişli escort breasts and over my head.

A bisexual Taurus that likes to fight back, an over active sex drive and an oral fixation. A need to be held and caressed. Loved and cherished. Bitten and played with. Tied and bound to the bed and made to suffer as her orgasm is denied her until her Master gives her permission. To play with anything in her mouth, a sucker, a guitar pick, a straw, her master’s hard cock. I’ve turned more heads playing with a sucker, than running across the street; and I’ve been told I could cause a traffic accident doing that!

I step into the shower, slightly shocked at the head of the water but soon become accustomed. The water beats on my skin above my chest, sliding down around the sides and the valley of my breasts before running trails of heat down my stomach and hips. I love the feel of water as it slides down me, enveloping me in its wet embrace.

Don’t get me wrong. I am Taurus after all. When I find a leader worthy to mine eyes I will follow him till the end of time. I will put he’s desires and wants before mine own, I will lay my heart and my soul in his hands. He will have full control over me; to do as he will.

Wash my hair quickly so I can enjoy the water before I have to get out. Scrubbing my hair and scalp clean, rinsing it out. I pour a fifty cent piece worth of wash in to my body sponge. Holding it to the valley of my chest, my Master’s face flashes before my eyes again as my hands move over my breasts. Tickling my nipples in passing, my eyes close as my hands move over my chest. Feeling their weight, imagining escort aksaray it’s his hands on me. I have to squeeze my thighs shut for a moment before my head clears and I can keep going.

To submit like this, to hold someone before yourself. To know that he has full control, that when he looks at you, you can see it in his eyes. You’re his. Plain and simple. You belong to him.

I can feel my desire rising as the ball and my fingers slid down both my arms and then return to pass over my chest again and slide down my stomach. The water pounds on my back as I lean forward, bending my knees to wash my feet and ankles. Slowly moving up my calves; my thighs.

He is the center of my being; I would trust him with my life. Not just my heart… but my soul

The shock of the cool wall on my back rocks through my core, as the sponge falls to my feet. My finger slides over my slit. I reach forward and reposition the head of the shower so it hits me. Leaning back my finger presses through and lightly touches my hard clit. My breath catches and my mouth opens slightly as my whole body tingles. My free hand slides over hair, my face and neck before falling to my chest. I can feel the water sliding down, over my hand and swirling around my clit before falling down my legs. A second finger joins the first, rubbing, circling, teasing me.

He will cherish me, love me, guide me and train me. He will punish me when I do wrong and when ever he damn well pleases…

My fingers press into me hard and fast.

I will adore him, love him, and learn from him. I will take my punishments, learn my lessons and revel that I might give him kağıthane escort pleasure…

I hook my fingers slightly, just as my Master taught me, as I draw them out, they glide over my aching g-spot. My body shudders, the fingers go back straight and hard, only to hook slowly over my g-spot again. My head rolls back and lies on my left shoulder. My back arches off the wall slightly as my breathing gets heavier. The hand on my breast pulls at my nipples, rubs them softly, messaging my flesh. The steam in the room is so thick I can taste it on my tongue. My desire is so strong I can feel it like a drum beating in the center of my body, spreading out like the trails of water flowing over me.

My thoughts are lost as I spread my fingers into a ‘v’ and glide them fast and furious over that most sensitive part of my inner space. My middle and third fingers glide on either side, sending my mind swirling. I can feel my body tightening. My muscles gripping my fingers as they slide in and out, making me moan as thoughts of my master flow in my head.

His eyes, his smile, his wonderful voice.

My hips press gently against my own hand as I pinch my nipple and press my thumb on my clit. My body shakes and I orgasm as I call out my Master’s name. My own juices coating my hand and running down my leg with the clean waters of the shower. As my fingers slowly withdraw, the other hand rubs down my stomach and I lazily stand up. My body and mind slowly comes back to me. Readjusting the shower head I rewash my privates and legs. The water slowly sooths away the orgasm, almost drawing it out, as it lasts a little longer. Smiling, I climb out of the shower and grab the towel.

Running the blue fabric over my skin, shivering. I wrap myself in the towel, grabbing my clothes as I exit to go to my room and get dressed. All I can think as I loosen the fabric allowing it to pool around my feet with a sigh, is…

I love the water…

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I ask you gentlemen (and ladies):

Do you know the joy of jerking with others?

Have you felt the POWER of the multiple masturbation? If not, you are lacking, more so you are incomplete I say! The energy created in stroking with your friends cannot be accurately described – it must be experienced. However describing it is what this blog is about, so I press on. If I can convince just one man or woman to start a Club of his/her own…well, that would be pretty fucking cool wouldn’t it?

Anyway, let me talk about me for awhile…

Tom and Steven and I got together last week for a nice group porn and jerk off club session. I had gotten a nice big boob compilation DVD for us to watch. Tom is all about the tits let me tell you. Fake or real, big or small, he sees them he’s happy. Steven and I have no problem with that so we were all too happy to indulge Tom this time around. We met at Tom’s apartment this time instead of my house. The largest television at his house is in the living room, so we had the Club session on the floor instead of a bed like at my place. I prefer lying on my back for a long stroke session, but you must make do when events conspire against you. A professional jerker does not let less than ideal conditions deter him. Tom started the movie while I unpacked the ceremonial cum catcher towel ( oh the loads this towel has seen) and spread it on the floor at the foot of the television. Steven was sitting on the couch with his pants open, his right hand inside of his briefs, fondling his semi hard cock. In just a few minutes, his pants were off and he was stiff; he pulled his cock out of his briefs, with the waistband at the base just over his balls. He usually was the slowest to get going, but today it seemed his engine was revved up already. Tom was simply in his underwear (hell, it was his place, why should he be dressed?) so I sat down next to Steven and began to undress.

I love exposing my cock before others, shy about jerking it I am not. I took off all of my clothes and sat down naked in front of my friends. I like to be unfettered for a full on jerk session. My buds and I have been jerking together long enough that we don’t feel embarrassed or homophobic about being around each other nude. I lightly rubbed my balls while the movie played. I looked şişli escort at Steven’s hard cock sticking up on one side of me. On the other side Tom was plying with the head of his dick. My own cock was slowly rising to the occasion. I once again realized how lucky I am to have two good friends who are as comfortable with public masturbation as I am. (And who didn’t head for the hills and drop me as a friend when I first brought up the idea to them)

So,we spent the usual 30 or so minutes watching porn without jerking. Just using the time to get our cocks good and hard and letting the lust energy build. The boobs were bouncing, the asses were round and beautiful as they shook and swayed onscreen. Steven and I traded friendly banter about fucking the girls. Who could hit it harder, longer etc. Tom was sitting near one arm of the couch his boner poking the air. By now, he was ready to start beating off. He reached over the side to his end table and grabbed a bottle of baby oil. Popping the top open, he squirted some onto the tip of his dick. The clear liquid streamed down the length of his shaft to the base, flowing into his pubic hair. Steven spoke up then asking for the bottle to be passed his way. Tom handed it off to me, I in turn handed it to Steven. Tom began to slide his fist up and down his cock. Slow and steady, his hand rose up and down in a constant rhythm. I spent a few minutes just watching him pleasure himself. Watching someone jerk off is such a turn on for me. I cupped myself with both hands as my ass moved of its own accord. Between Tom fisting himself and the pussy on the television I was really feeling it.

I tore my eyes away from Tom when a I heard a soft gasp from my right. I looked over to see Steven. He had poured the baby oil into his right hand and placed the bottle onto the floor with his left hand by his feet. Both legs were now flung straight out and his back was arched. He had grabbed his cock and coated it with the oil. The intense feeling had caused him to let out his breath involuntarily. Normally he was a silent jerker until his orgasm hit, now he started panting and gasping as he stroked his cock.

Well my friends, I was not going to be left out! I stopped using baby oil a few years ago. I have since learned the beşiktaş escort joys of Astroglide. I travel with some when I know I am going to be able to get a jerk session. I pulled the small bottle from my pants which I had left on the floor and squeezed. The fluid felt good in the palm of my hand. It felt like liquid sex, which to me it is. I know that when it hits my dick, its the beginning of a cum. I didn’t want to sit on the couch anymore. Instead I moved over to the cum catcher towel. I got on my knees in front of the television. I had not touched myself yet. The Astroglide was cupped in the palm of my hand. On screen I saw a huge breasted bitch begin to straddle some guy. She reached down to grab his rod and hold it up straight so she could sit on it. I watched closely – when she sat down and crammed the cock into her cunt I grabbed my cock and coated myself with lube. I did it to imagine that it was her creamy pussy walls enveloping my dick – but you know what? It could not have been any better than the feeling I had right then.

BLISS.

I began to tremble with the intensity of pleasure my cock stroking was giving me. For an unknown period of time I just REVELED. Was it 10 seconds, was it 10 minutes? I have no idea. Waves of sexual energy flowed through me. My eyes were looking at the television. In my peripheral vision I saw Tom move and join me on my left and Steven settle in on my right. However, I was not truly seeing them. A separate part of my mind was cataloging the events around me. At the basest level, I was a beast. A sexual beast who had no higher level of thought other than my approaching orgasm. I was naked and sweating. My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply. I could smell the musk permeating the room. Any male who has rubbed baby oil into his dick knows this smell. It is unique and distinctive – it is the smell of masturbation. My lungs drank it in deeply. My mouth was open, an O of disbelief. Disbelief in the sheer amount of sexual pleasure coursing through my body, centered in my penis.

I finally became fully aware of my surroundings. I really did not miss much. Neither Steven or Tom had come yet. The movie was still playing so I did not miss that either. I shook my head a bit to clear the fuzziness. I hadn’t felt like that in years. Not since taksim escort the threesome I had had with an old girlfriend and her best friend almost 15 years ago (that’s a story for another day.) I knew that this cum shot was going to be epic. I squared my shoulders and got down to some SERIOUS cock stroking. I gripped my dick firmly and pumped. Tom was already working himself over with a firm motion. Steven added a new coating to his dick before he kicked it into high gear. With the new lube he began his final assault on himself.

For a brief moment we all released our cocks and just let them stick out from our bodies…

By silent decree we waited for the on screen action to catch up to us. We were all pretty close to cumming and we all like to blow our loads with the guys in the movie. Sure enough a guy told the black babe he was fucking he was about to cum. We all grabbed our dicks and pounded hard. I needed very little encouragement. I knew as soon as I saw some creamy cum on an ass I would be cumming myself. The guy on the television started that uneven fucking motion where you just know he’s about to pull out. I slowly began to lean back . My ass cheeks were resting on my heels and my back was rigid. I was at the 6 o’clock position to Tom’s nine and Steven’s three. Tom had his knees spread so wide he was almost in a split. His balls were barely above the carpet. They hang low usually but now they were high and tight, pulled into his body in anticipation of a blast. Amazing. Steven wasn’t in any weird position. He simply was on his knees jerking his cock.

The guy on screen grunted as he hit the babe for a last few bangs. With a yell, he pulled out and came on her chocolate ass. On cue, the three of us started to cum.

POW!!! Tom sprayed his load back and forth.

BOOM!!!! Steven plop, plop, plopped his semen onto the towel.

BLAM!!!! I let loose a stream of cum that Peter North would have envied.

For a good minute , the three of us let out moans, groans and curses worthy of any porno. GODDAMN it felt incredible!!!!!

All too soon we came to an panting, gasping end. The movie continued but we were done. Tom stopped the movie and we all slowly got to our feet and walked on unsteady legs to begin cleaning ourselves up. Ten minutes later it was all over. Unless you recognized the smell of cum, you would not have known what had transpired in that room. The three of us cracked open some beers and settled in to watch the basketball game.

The same game we told our wives that were were getting together to see.

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I raced toward my house so that I could get my thoughts out about the day in my journal. While I was online, I decided to leave a message for him through the online messenger.

> I must say that today was an absolute blast, and I have not been kissed like that in a LONG time. You made it very hard for me to decide to leave! Anyway…call me when you get home so I know you’re safe, and I look forward to doing it again sometime! 😉

I shut down the computer and took off my over shirt. The lack of a bath and the afternoon’s energetic proceedings left me feeling sticky and dirty. I ran the hottest water I could stand and pulled my hair back. Pouring a little lavender bath salt in the tub and swirling it around, I reached around my waist to pull up my shirt when my cell phone beeped with a voicemail message. I was puzzled, since the phone had not rung. I smoothed my shirt back down and ran to grab my phone. Checking my messages, I was greeted by Mike’s sultry, husky voice.

“Hey, it’s Mike. Sorry my phone shows up as private…it’s a company phone. I was just calling to let you know that I’m almost home. Should be there in about 20 minutes. That’s it. I just wanted to say that I had a REALLY good time, and DAMN you’re a good kisser. Alright, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

I broke into another face-splitting smile, and quickly dialed him back.

“Hello?”

“Hey Mike, it’s me. I just got your message. I don’t know why, but my phone never even rang. That’s really odd,” I told him.

“Oh, it’s ok. What are you doing?”

“Well, I was just about to take a bath, and to be honest, I’m grinning ear to ear about your message. You know, you’re not a bad kisser yourself, my dear!” I rambled.

“Oooooooooh….a bath…..ya naked yet?” he asked me, laughing wickedly.

“Not yet, but I can be,” I teased. “Hold on a sec.” I set the phone down carefully and pulled off my clothing one article at a time. I made sure to drop each piece on or near the phone just to torment him. Picking up the phone again, I asked him if he was satisfied. He assured me he was, and sighed heavily into the mouthpiece of his phone. I asked him if anything was wrong, and he convinced me that he was only dreaming of what it might be like to see my body, if not bathe it himself. I told him he was a dirty man and laughed heartily.

He was stuck in traffic, so I told him he’d better get both hands back on the wheel. But before I let him go, we both felt the need to mention again how electric the kiss had been. He told me he’d never been that turned on before in his life by simply kissing, and praised me for my oral talent. Smiling, I again told him that it takes two to make a kiss spectacular, and I was impressed. I also let him know about my personal rule about not kissing the men I had been with outside my marriage. He was shocked, and told me how honored he was that I had allowed him to kiss me.

I hung up smiling yet again, and stepped into the tub. The water had cooled slightly, but it was the perfect temperature. I slid down, letting my hair fall into the water, and leaning my head against my bath pillow. I breathed in the fragrant air inside the bathroom and finally began to relax. I was amazed that one man could have me as tense as I was in such a short amount of time. My husband was the only other man that had ever been able to do that to me.

I bathed myself slowly, indulging in the scents and sensations. When I had finished, I wrapped myself in my softest towel. Grabbing the laptop from my desk, I laid çapa escort down on the couch and covered myself with my chenille blanket. I allowed myself to dry slowly and warm up with the aid of heater I had recently turned up. Soon, I was so comfortable and relaxed that I drifted off to sleep. My nap was short lived, however. I left the television on and it woke me up. I watched a movie I had never seen before…The Graduate. The sexual tension of the day immediately hit me with the force of a wall of water, picking me up and carrying me away with the undertow. I spoke to a friend of mine online for awhile, to get perspective on the movie and to calm myself. It worked well until the movie ended and my friend signed off to go to sleep. Then I was left alone with my thoughts once more.

I moved the computer to the coffee table and lightly ran my fingertips over my warm flesh, creating goose bumps everywhere. I knew that I couldn’t get any sleep while I was still so worked up, so I started to work my magic with my own talented fingers. Suddenly, I was distracted by the familiar message sound coming from my computer. I glanced at the computer screen and saw that it was my husband. This is great, I thought to myself. Now I had my chance to tell him about what had happened. He always got so excited when I told him about my dates. I told him that I had allowed Mike to kiss me and that his kiss had turned me on incredibly. My husband laughed at me, saying that he’d never quite understood why I could give my body away for another man’s pleasure and not kiss him. He must have heard how excited I was by the way I was talking, and suggested that perhaps I should go out with Mike again. I assured my husband that I was prepared to stick by my promise and not sleep with another man until after he returned home, but he insisted that I should go out and have one last round of fun. With his blessings, I could hardly contain my excitement. He had to leave to go back to work, and I was immediately dialing Mike’s cell phone. We made small talk for a couple minutes. I think he was a little surprised to hear from me. I had just finished writing a quick entry about my husband’s green light.

We talked about his job for awhile, how much fun we’d had together, and how much we’d like to get together again. This inevitably led the conversation back to the kiss, and how much each of us was dying to see if the other was as good in the bedroom as the kiss led us each to believe. I told him that I had written a diary entry about him and how turned on he had made me. I laughed mischievously and told him that I was about to make his patrol that much more difficult. I heard him draw a breath sharply and let out a painful sounding moan. He told me to stop doing that to him, because it was hard to adjust while he was in uniform, sitting in his car, with a large belt impeding the natural angle of things. He groaned pitiably as I told him that I hadn’t bothered to dress after my bath. It sounded as if he were being tortured when I let him know that I had been caressing myself and imagining that my hands were his earlier in the evening.

His curiosity got the better of him though, and soon that dirty cowboy was peeking through his careful professional demeanor. As his interest grew, he asked me if I had been using just my hands or if I had any toys . I told him about my large pink vibrator, and that I could really tease him if he were up for it. He sighed heavily again and told me I was killing him, which just made me smile that much more. I pulled fatih escort out a small bottle of mint flavored lubricant and squeezed a few drops onto my toy. I jumped as I teased myself with it and the contrasting cooling sensation of the lube against my hot skin shocked me. My stunned whimper of pleasure was echoed by his grunt of agony. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and have that sexy cowboy in my room watching as I performed for him.

“God, you’re so sexy…” he drawled into the phone. “There are so many things I could do to you if I were there right now…”

“Like what?”

“I’d love to see that sexy ass, maybe suck on your nipples, play with your pussy…”

“That sounds wonderful darlin’. Keep talking to me…I like it when you talk that way,” I whispered to him.

“Well, I’m not really good at phone sex…haven’t really done it before,” he said worriedly.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. I just want to hear your voice while I play. Maybe you can convince me to come see you at work some time soon!”

“Mmmm….I love how your voice is getting deep and scratchy. What are you doing?” he asked me.

“Well, I put a little mint lube on my little friend here, and I’m teasing myself with it. It makes this wonderful cooling sensation when it touches hot skin….ooooohh….” I moaned.

“God I wish I could taste you right now, feel your skin and touch you all over. I had to pull over so I could listen to you and not get in an accident,” he said, sounding slightly strained. I told him to sit back and listen to me, and help me get off with his voice and his suggestions.

I balanced the phone next to my ear on the pillow so I could still hear him. I had only been teasing myself with the toy up to that point, but with him listening, I slowly pushed it inside me. I almost screamed with the pleasure. Having been wound so tightly throughout the course of the day, I felt as if I were finally allowed to taste bliss. I could hear him trying to contain his excitement and frustration. His moans were all that I needed to encourage me. I moved my hands faster, feeling the delicious friction forcing my pleasure to build up inside my fiery, overheated core. The combination of hot and cold was driving me wild, as were the noises he was trying to cover in an attempt to hear me better. Faster…harder….deeper…I was choking on ragged, shallow breaths as my entire body responded to the urgent need for release. The bed shook, my breasts shuddered with the unseen tremors that wracked my body, muscles knotted, throat strained, crying out, and then the explosion…. My back arched so severely that it came up off the bed as I screamed, all my muscles tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing as my climax ripped through me. I could hear him still, stifling his own cries in order to hear mine. I laid back on my pillow, dripping sweat and completely drained of energy.

“Wow!” came the breathless response from the other end of the line. “That was amazing…”

I laughed almost hysterically at his simple, honest response.

“God, I wish I could see you right now,” he complained.

“All you have to do is ask me to get on the web cam,” I teased.

“I thought you didn’t show yourself on cam…” he retorted.

“I don’t show myself to strangers. They could better spend their time making plans to see my goods in person than begging to see it all on camera,” I stated irritably.

“I know. I remember reading that on your profile. I’m technically still sarıyer escort bayan a stranger though. You didn’t show me your goodies today in person, so why should I expect you to show yourself on cam when you told me you hate being asked to see tits?” he taunted. All the while, I could hear that he had finally left whatever place he had parked for the duration of my performance and was revving that poor car’s engine as high as it could possibly go.

“You driving now? Where are you going?” I asked him.

“You offered to show me tits on camera. I’m going to get on the computer! I’ll be there in just a few minutes…” he laughed.

I pulled on some sleeping pants and a tank top and wandered lazily into the kitchen to turn on the computer. I listened quietly as he drove, cursing Dallas drivers not so inaudibly under his breath. Chuckling to myself, I signed into messenger and sent him a note.

> I’m invisible.

A moment later, he responded.

>>Hey sexy lady.

We chatted on the phone as he watched me on my camera. For once, it was my turn to let that sly Cheshire grin steal across my face.

>>Hey, show me your tits baby!

I could hear him laughing on the phone as he watched me smile and slowly arch one eyebrow. I stood up and quickly ripped off the tank top, centering my still flushed chest in the camera’s view. He then requested to see the toy he’d heard bring me so much pleasure. I turned around and laughed, and shocked him by sliding my pants off and stepping out of them as I walked to my bedroom to bring back the toy. When I sat down in my chair again, I was amused to read his message.

>>Holy shit! You’re naked!

I shut him up by sliding the toy between my lips and licking it while looking into the camera at him. His moan was very loud and strained.

>>Damn, I wish that was my cock and not a toy! You’ve got me so horny it isn’t even funny.

> Are you as talented with that tongue on nipples?

>>OH yeah. God, you look sooooooo sexy.

> Hehehe…I love hearing you say that.

>>Well, I love saying that. God, you look so sexy! You have a beautiful smile…and seductive eyes.

> And you have the fucking hottest lips I have ever kissed!

>>Why thank you 😉 Right back at ya. You’re such a tease.

> Remember this: I am a tease. But I deliver.

>>Wow…naked. You are so sexy!

> So are you!

>>Well, I’m also hard. And a hard man is good to find. Lol!

> Hehehe!

>>I thought you’d like that one.

> Looks like I found one. Errrrr….you found me anyway.

I showed him my blue rose tattoo again, forgetting he’d seen it earlier in the day.

>>I saw that one already 😛 And you don’t know how hard it was for me to not start kissing your neck this afternoon.

I moaned again, and smiled devilishly. I told him through the phone that I definitely thought a visit to his place of business was in order. We made plans for me to drop in on him that same night. He asked me to read him what I had written about him in my journal. He chuckled when he heard the amusement and arousal in my voice as I read my thoughts aloud. I clicked on “NEXT”, forgetting that I had written an entry about my husband’s green light. I said green light and laughed, and then figured I would surprise him with that fact the next night.

>>You look tired.

> I am tired. I should probably get some sleep now.

He made a kissy face through the messenger and bid me goodnight. I hung up with him and walked back to my room, turning off all the lights as I walked. I didn’t bother to dress again as I slipped under the covers completely nude. I thought to myself how memorable this encounter was proving to be and smiled a wicked smile as I drowsily drifted off to sleep.

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One hand delicately turns the knob, the spray of hot water falling from the spout above her small frame suddenly stops. She reaches up that same hand and slowly brushes water droplets from her eyes, dark lashes lifting and fluttering in gentle kisses upon her silken cheeks as she blinks out the left over water enough to turn without stumbling from the shower. Stepping easily, dainty feet silently lift and drop onto the terry towel resting at the base of the shower door. Scuffing her feet lightly she reaches for her light shaded lilac robe and pulls it carefully upon her slim frame. Tying it loosely she leans over the sink and peers at herself in the steamed mirror for a moment before wiping a section clean. Blinking she sighs a little and turns from the bathroom, towel drying her thick brown hair as she walks out into her living room. Steadying herself for another lonely night.

Walking quietly around the room her bare feet barely make a sound upon the smooth wood below her. Dark strands of hair damp and curling brush over her cheeks and neck, almost tickling her bare flesh but she flicks the tresses back with an almost absent gesture of her long fingertips. Carefully tucking the thick darkness behind the smooth curve of her ears she saunters towards the large picture window looking outside. Chocolate brown orbs taking in the lonely and silent stillness of the shadows dancing beyond the clear cool glass. She tips her head a little and her glance rests upon the table top to her right, barely reaching the height of her waist a blue crystalline vase gently rests upon the carefully polished wood. Inside a dark blood red crimson rose stands gloriously straight in its royal beauty.

She plucks the bloom gently from the vase, fingertips carefully wrapped upon the smooth thorn-less stem. One elegant fingertip of the opposite hand reaches out in full stretch and touches the petals, feeling mecidiyeköy escort the incredible softness. With a light smile upon her lush lips she brings the flower slowly upwards and lets it kiss upon her flawless brow. Dark eyes slowly closing as she relaxes into the tender touch of coolness upon her slightly heated skin. Gently she twirls the stem, feeling the spin of red petals teasing her flesh and a light shiver of shy pleasure shoots down her delicately curved spine. Goosebumps rising upon her bare skin under the silken thin fabric of her lavender robe. Slowly she moves the petals of the crimson rose lower over the gentle swell and bridge of her nose, feeling the luxurious bloom tease a soft tint of a blush over her high cheekbones. With the blush a sweeping flush gently rises over her bare skin. Her shoulders gleaming in the balmy light of the moonlight flickering through the rustling leaves of the massive trees outside swaying in the building breeze.

The flower rests upon her lush pouting lips and she is reminded of Him, the man from her dreams, when He wishes to be gentle with her body and savor every touch of her. The rose slowly shifts side to side, a light airy kiss, a feathery touch from the sweet smelling bud. Imagining His mouth upon hers and teasing caresses upon her frame causes a gentle sound to arise from the smooth column of her throat. An aching whisper of a desire filled moan fills the cavern of her damp mouth while her body warms steadily, the craving within her for Him increases. A tendril, a curl of passion builds in the pit of her taunt stomach as she realizes glistening nectar covers her silken thighs. Her hand moves upwards slowly and unhooks the loose knot keeping her robe closed, feeling the light material shimmer gently and slide down her curved body to pool at her feet. As the sheer fabric falls, the flower follows the path, slowly tracing over the curve of her delicious and slightly swollen breasts. Their nişantaşı escort weight full and heavy with lust and love, their blushed tips gently raised and puckered, proudly tilting towards the sky, aching for the touch of His warm mouth or hands. She moans softly again, her imagination running wild with the last time she dreamt of Him and how they passionately made love throughout the night.

As the images fill her mind her heart begins to quicken in its steady pace, a flying drum beat to the dance her body begins to sway to. Her flared hips slowly move, a careful and graceful flow, matching the molten desire flowing within her veins. Her breath matches the beat of her heart, quick and fast little pants of damp breath as hot as the fire within her that burns for Him. She moves her head slightly, tilting it and feeling the dark stands of her glossy hair spill in a cascading wave over her smooth backside and bare shoulders. Tangling lightly and teasing her sizzling skin further like the imagined knowledgeable touches of her Lover.

Provocatively the rose continues its path, over the dark tips of her full and ample breasts lower to the gentle round of her feminine stomach. She shivers, quivering as she sucks in a breath, using the motion to try and cover the new moan lifting to her lips and pressing for release. The teasing motion of the gentle petals over her flesh causing her own flower to bloom readily in response. Folds soaking in sweet musky-smelling juices. Gradually she lowers the flower, arching backwards slightly in eagerness, expecting the gentle teasing of the kiss of the rose upon her aching flesh. Anticipation is nothing to the shock of pleasure shooting up her spine when she gently teases over her opening. Not fully touching the aching warmth but enough to build a gentle shimmer of natural feminine dew on the scarlet petals. She cries out softly, almost inaudible, day dreaming a teasing caress of her Lover’s full and capable etiler escort hands over her burning sex.

Slowly the pressure is increased, petals flowing up and down along the line of her wet slit. She shivers, knees going weak she lowers slowly like melting butter to the wooden floor landing gently upon her knees. Distance quickly grows between those gentle knobs of bent legs as she parts her thighs wantonly to expose her heated flesh to further teasing. The stroking flower gathering juices continues its brush upon her pouting folds building pressure and twirling slowly to flicker in spinning beauty upon the throbbing femininity. She jerks a little with quick gasps as the motions touches the tightly budded hardness of her clit nestled in the warm crevice of her sex. Playing over it, stimulating it, sending quick jolts up her entire kneeled frame. She leans back her head, tipping her chin upwards and with the power of her mind and the touches of the flower she explodes in a shuddering orgasm.

Juices flow, a silken river of cream dripping from her hot tightness to glisten upon her supple thighs. Covering them and pooling slightly underneath her, she whimpers with parted full lips as her entire body trembles in the intensity of her climax. Breasts rising and falling in quick motions as she heaves heavy and tries to capture her breath, her spine straight and her skin burning. Muscles contracting and milking within her luscious body though there is nothing filling her aching and welcoming frame. She stays stiff a hesitation, waiting until her spasms slow before she relaxes into a soft wilted mass of contentment. Sated for the moment she stretches out and relaxes a hesitation before her languid body slowly shifts with a roll of her hips and she rises, a pleased smile on her face. She steps towards her bedroom slowly, dropping into the plush mattress naked and lazy. Closing her eyes again she melts into the comfort, finding calm in order to rest her tired soul.

The rose sits, beauty in the moonlight, darkened with natural musky juices from the pleasure it gave the lonely woman. A pool of creamy liquid desire lightly settles around it, drying even as the breeze quiets outside under the pale moonlight.

October 23, 2003

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Shanae stared blankly at her computer screen. She rubbed her eyes and flopped back into her chair. Looking down at her watch, she gave a deep sigh of relief. “Only 5 more minutes,” she said as she started shutting down her computer and cleaning up her desk. Then, her phone rang. She thought twice about answering it because she was ready to go home. So she let it ring. But it wouldn’t stop ringing.

“This is Shanae, may I help you?” she asked in a flustered manner.

“Did I interrupt you?” the sexy voice on the other end of the line asked.

Shanae just rolled her eyes, and trying to mask the fact that she was annoyed, she asked, “Is there something I can help you with sir?”

She could hear his smile as he spoke, “I can see that look on your face. You even look sexy when you’re frustrated.”

Shanae stopped packing up her things and looked out of her door. She looked past all the desks and cubicles on the other side of the door.

“Who is this?” she asked with her hand on her hip.

“Hmm, I like that pose, too.”

Shanae looked around again, and still, she couldn’t see who this person was. “You know what? It’s time for me to go home, so I’m going to hang up now.”

“Wait, wait!” he said, “I hear you do a little writing, poetry right?”

Shanae paused, “Yes, I do.” She wondered to herself……-who tha hell IS this?-

“Well,” he continued, “I have something I’d like you to hear, it won’t take but a minute more of your time. Would you mind?” he asked.

Still looking out of her door, she replied, “Sure, go ahead.” His voice lowered and sounded even more sensual as he recited the words to her.

“She walks by me everyday, her and love are the same, the woman has stolen my heart, and beauty is her name…..”

The words sounded very familiar to Shanae. In fact, she recognized the words. They belonged to a Dru Hill song. But she listened quietly.

“….I hope that I can make you mine, ‘for another man steals your heart, and once your beauty is mine, I swear we will never be apart.”

Shanae sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her legs while she listened as the words rolled from his mouth slowly. Finishing, he asked her, “So, what do you think?”

She smiled, “I think we both like Dru Hill.” They both laughed.

“Well, I know the words aren’t mine, but the do express a situation that I’m currently in.” Shanae paused….

“Really?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. See there’s this young lady who I see on throughout the week, but the most we’ve ever said to each other is ‘hello’.”

Shanae could hear his voice outside of the phone’s receiver as he was getting closer to her. “Are you on a cordless phone?” she asked.

“No, çapa escort I have my headset on, and yes, I’m walking towards your office.”

Shanae looked up and saw a very dark skinned, tall black brotha walking towards her. He walked slowly, still speaking into the headset. His sexy voice matched his strong physique. He stopped at her door, his eyes looking down at her crossed legs, then making contact with her eyes. She placed the phone back on her desk, folded her arms, and looked at him. He walked inside her office and reached out to shake her hand.

“Hello, my name is Brian.”

Shanae took his hand lightly and gave it a gentle grip as she stood up. “Hi, I’m…” he cut her off.

“You’re Shanae.” he said smiling at her. They spoke briefly before she started grabbing her things again.

“So, besides my name,” she turned her back to him to grab her things, “what else do you know about me?” He watched as she filled her arms with folders and loose papers.

“Well, I get to take a small part out of my day to watch you work, check out your body…….language, all that.” he said smiling.

“I see,” she said bending over to pick up her portfolio, “So you like watching people while they’re unaware?” she said coldly. He was surprised by her tone of voice and her question. Composing himself, he took a step back and leaned against her door. His eyes scanned her body up and down.

“No, I just like watching you.” He licked his lips and watched her as she walked towards him. Her hips switched slowly from left to right as she got closer. She stopped directly in front of him and looked into his eyes.

“Good, so you won’t mind watching me leave then, right?” She turned off the light in her office and walked past him, giggling to herself as she walked down the hallway.

Brian ran to his desk, put away his headset, and followed her to the elevator. During the elevator ride, they engaged in friendly conversation.

“Mind if I walk you to your car?” he asked.

“No, not at all.” She noticed his features. He is a very handsome man, she thought to herself. They stopped in front of her blue 4-Runner.

“Look, I know you have a boyfriend, but I just wanted to let you know that you’re a very attractive young lady, and, that you caught my eye.” he smiled.

“Yeah, I remember you said you like to watch me.” she flirted.

“Yes, I do, and I wouldn’t mind …….” he stopped his thoughts and grinned. “So hey, if he messes up, please, let me know.” Shanae deactivated the alarm on her truck. She got inside and looked at Brian with a smile.

“Sure Brian, I’ll do that. It was nice meeting you.” Her cell phone rang. “Hello? Hi baby.” She smiled and waved at Brian fatih escort as she pulled off.

Shanae got onto the freeway, still talking to her boyfriend on the phone. “I’m on my way now love.”

“Good, I can’t wait to see you~~I’ve been thinking about last night all day~~you tried to hurt a brotha!” he teased, and Shanae laughed.

“No, just wanted to give you something to think about today, you know, leave a lil’ something on your mind.”

“Well, you damn sure did that~~I can’t stop playing your moans in my mind girl.”

“Is that right?” she smiled.

“Not just right, that’s Damn right!” Shanae laughed and carried on her conversation with her boyfriend. Then suddenly, she slammed on her brakes.

“Damn!” she exclaimed.

“What? Are you OK?” her boyfriend asked.

“Yeah, but there’s an accident up here, traffic is backed up.” she said. “Shoot! No telling how long it’s gonna take me to get home baby.”

“Damn”, he said softly. “Well, just be patient baby, I know how you get.”

Shanae was distracted by someone waving at her erratically. It was Brian. He motioned for her to roll her window down. She did. “Hang on a second baby.” she said to her boyfriend. Her deep tinted window lowered and Brian could now see her clearly.

He yelled, “Looks like we’re going to be here for a while!”

She nodded, “Yeah, unfortunately!”

“Who’s that?” her boyfriend asked.

“This guy I work in the same building with.” she answered.

“I didn’t know you took this route home.” Brian added.

“Yeah, almost every day.” she replied.

Brian mouthed words to her. ‘Is that your man on the phone?’ Shanae nodded yes.

Brian raised his eyebrows and nodded back, mouthing words again, ‘oh, my bad’. Shanae smiled at him, and rolled her window up partially.

Her boyfriend spoke in a slow deep voice. “Shanae, are you sitting still?” he asked.

“Yes, traffic isn’t moving at all baby.” she sighed.

“Do you have on that black skirt?” he asked.

Shanae’s lips slowly formed a smile, “Mmm hmm.”

“Hike it up for me.” he asked.

She lifted her hips up from her seat and pulled her skirt up past her thighs. She listened as he continued with his instructions.

“Are you comfortable?”

She adjusted her seat.

“Yes.” she replied softly.

“Okay, take your free hand and lightly trace your eyebrows, cheeks and your lips.”

Shanae complied, then unbuttoned three buttons on her blouse. She relaxed her head on the head rest and listened for his next request.

“Slide your finger inside your mouth for me baby.” he asked.

She did, and as she turned her head, she noticed Brian’s sarıyer escort bayan gaze. She rolled her window down a little more.

“Now, trace your lips with your wet finger.” her boyfriend instructed.

She traced her lips, her finger dragging slowly past her bottom lip, down her chin, to her neck.

“Slip your fingers inside your bra.”

As her fingers caressed her erect nipples, she sighed deeply, closing her eyes briefly.

She looked over at Brian from the corner of her eye, and as she expected, he was still watching. He’d even sat up in his seat a little. Her boyfriend spoke again. “Know what I want you to do now?”

She asked, “Mmm, what baby?”

“I want you to taste it for me.”

“Mmm, taste it?” she asked softly.

“Yes, taste it.”

Shanae shifted her gear into park and spread her legs. She slipped one then two fingers inside her warm pussy.

“Mmmm…” she moaned. She could feel Brian watching her. She slid them in and out of her pussy, then rolled them over her clit. She moaned in pleasure, and her boyfriend coached her on.

“Mmmm, yeah baby, does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.

“Now, taste it for me.”

Shanae removed her fingers from her warm wetness, and looked over at Brian as she placed her shiny fingers into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked her fingers. She had Brian’s complete attention. Her boyfriends’ voice became more raspy as he spoke.

“Damn I wish I could lick you right now.”

Shanae sighed deeply, “Me too, it tastes so good.” She placed her fingers back inside her pussy. Her hips shifted as her fingers dipped in and out, swirling over her clit erratically. Brian’s gaze got heavy as he watched her enjoying herself. He licked and bit his lips with every change in her facial expression. Her boyfriend enjoyed listening to her enjoying herself–he moaned with her.

“Mmm baby, I want you to cum right there on the freeway.” He said.

Her fingers teased her to an intense body trembling orgasm as her thighs tightened. She moaned in pleasure as her back arched and her warm juices rushed over her fingers. Brian watched in shocked delight as she placed her saturated fingers in her mouth and licked and sucked them clean.

“Damn baby, you sound so good when you cum,” her boyfriend said in a low, soft voice.

Shanae noticed that traffic had moved slightly during he little ‘episode’. She looked over at Brian and gave him a seductive smile as she rolled up her window.

“I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed being stuck in traffic.” she smiled.

She adjusted her clothing and shifted her gear to drive as she moved forward slowly with traffic.

“I just can’t wait ‘til we both get home.” he said.

“We’re having company tonight, remember?” she asked.

“Shit!” he exclaimed. “Welllll, we may have to call and cancel all that for tonight.” he joked.

Shanae laughed, “Bye baby, see you at home.”

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My stomach did little flip-flops as I thought of the scandalous birthday gift flopping around in my messenger bag while walking the few blocks from my house to Sue Jean’s apartment. The July heat was still nearly unbearable at almost 9 P.M., small beads of sweat developing all over my freshly showered (Dr. Bronner’s citrus-scented liquid soap) body. Clad in a frequently washed burgundy Old 97’s tour t-shirt, frayed dark gray cargo pant cut-offs and black flip flops with my moderately graying hair a grown-out buzz cut, and my even more graying beard slightly more unruly than my hair, I looked like an unemployed record store clerk or a thirty-something college student.

Finally deciding that I didn’t want to work in a warehouse forever, I moved back to the small university town in which I had formerly lived (in the nineties during a particularly pathetic, clueless era when doting on my gorgeous, statuesque, way out of my league new girlfriend was of far greater importance than attending classes, which might have had something to do with why I was put on academic probation after a unforgettably embarrassing term in which I was absent more often than not) a few months earlier and was now taking summer English and journalism classes. I was still working at the same warehouse where I had been employed for a baker’s dozen years, but had recently switched to the weekend shift to better suit my class schedule. The hours were brutally long and I had little energy to go out on weekends. I was also newly single and not up to the bar life or random one night stands, so I really didn’t have a lot to do anyway.

Sue Jean’s marriage to a devilishly handsome Brazilian hand drum player in a nationally known jam rock band had dissolved a few months earlier due to his chronic infidelity which he lamely blamed on a rigorous touring schedule that put him on the road three quarters of the year. Sue Jean and her lovely three year old girl moved back to the same town in which I was living. Biting the financial bullet, Sue Jean purchased the failing coffee shop at which she had toiled in the late nineties when we were good friends (and almost lovers) and turned it into the most popular spot locally to feed one’s caffeine addiction.

My crazy work and school schedule and lack of desire to make my own coffee sent me constantly, sleepily hurtling to the brazenly named Wake the F Up Coffee Stop where Sue Jean, looking a bit like a granola version of Meg White, uber-buxom drummer for the White Stripes, held court, slinging coffees, sandwiches and other goodies at a ridiculously rapid pace, while finding time to charm her devoted regulars with an easy smile and occasionally wicked sense of humor. Catching up with Sue Jean was one ray of sunlight in my otherwise heavily clouded recent existence and I looked forward to our [less frequent than I would prefer] get-togethers with teenage exuberance.

Tonight’s visit was of special importance because it was Sue Jean’s 30th birthday. As I sweated profusely on way up the back steps of Sue Jean’s tiny apartment above the Wake the F Up Coffee Stop, I momentarily contemplated turning around and going back home or at least not giving her the gift I had had made for her, a flesh-colored vibrating dildo created by a local starving sex toy artist known to me through my writings for an erotic literature website. Taking a cast of my own erect cock (six and a half inches and about as thick as a large Maglite flashlight), the artist then inserted the inner workings of the vibrator and added a couple clever enhancements: a Reebok Pump-like feature that increased the girth in tiny increments as well as three extra inches that extended gradually via button according to the user’s needs/desires. I paid a pretty şişli escort penny for this purchase but I was certain that Sue Jean would love this one of a kind toy, especially considering her recent flirtiness and frequent mention of the need for mechanical love due to her divorce from her well-hung, handsome, hand-drumming, philandering husband.

Knocking quietly at the door so as not to awaken her sleeping child, I tried to imagine what course the evening might take, quickly abandoning all these thoughts when a radiantly beaming Sue Jean swung open the front door, a bottle of red wine in one hand and the other reaching for my sweaty embrace. She wore a cute, lightweight summer dress (which was probably made of fair trade materials in a non-sweatshop workplace and purchased at a Saturday market) whose various hues of darker blue and low-cut front accentuated her eternally pale skin and wonderfully big breasts, which always visually pulled me in like the tractor beam of a spaceship in “Star Trek.”

“Welcome, Rob. Come in. Sit down. Take a load off,” Sue Jean cooed, and I inwardly giggled at her last sentence as I sat down on the aging futon which had been ground zero of so many long-winded, passionate discussions for her and me in the past and a few memorable occasions recently as well. I rooted around in my messenger bag, avoiding the bulky, sloppily wrapped sex toy, grabbing instead the two mixed CDs I had made for the evening which contained all my favorite recent indie and alt rock faves as well as a few left-field choices like a rare Prince b-side from the promo copy of a soon-to-be released seven disc box set whose review deadline for an online music website for which I wrote was rapidly approaching.

Over the course of a couple laugh-filled hours Sue Jean and I chatted, quickly draining the first bottle of red wine and polishing off another in a more leisurely manner. Talk of work, child-rearing, music, movies and politics mingled and blurred in our buzzed state. Soon we were sharing stories of our respective sexual frustration. I spoke of my five minutes of glory in the shower in the morning and some evenings a little longer before I passed out from sheer exhaustion or microbrew overload, or both. Sue Jean spoke of the difficulty in finding times her daughter wasn’t awake and the creative household items that were replacing the generously-sized cock to which she’d been accustomed during her five years of marriage. The most intriguing for me was a wine bottle, especially considering that we had two empty ones sitting directly in front of us on the fingerprint-smudged and cup ring-stained coffee table.

“That must feel pretty nice. The wine bottle, I mean,” I clumsily, gently offered more as a question than a statement of fact. Sue Jean was well aware of my appreciation of female masturbation and had long teased me with all-too-vivid descriptions of her solo activities, occasionally hinting that she’d show me sometime but never actually following through.

“Oh yeah, Rob, it’ll do in a pinch, but nothing replaces a nice warm cock. Or a man-sized toy, which I never seem to have the time or childcare to find on my own,” Sue Jean mock-whined.

I pursued this line of discussion for a few more minutes and through a potent combination of questioning and jokingly begging and cajoling, Sue Jean abandoned her usual tease and torment m.o. and offered to show me how she and her various wine bottle lovers attended to business.

“But you better show me what you do as well,” Sue Jean countered, sternly adding, “and it better last more than five minutes.”

Not certain how long this offer would be on the table, I quickly unzipped and stepped out of my shorts and boxers and sat back escort bayan merter down on the futon with one leg up on the couch so that I had better access to my rapidly growing cock.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen that,” Sue Jean giggled. “Have you been working out?”

“Way too regularly but I never get to actually use it in a sporting event,” I complained, shaking my head glumly for effect.

Sue Jean turned down the lamp to a more mood-enhancing glow and pulled her dress over her shoulders. She was wearing nothing underneath. Her breasts were even bigger than I remember them, somewhere comfortably past the first three letters of the alphabet and probably double that letter. 10-plus years and motherhood had added some hang to her bountiful boobs but they were still way more than appealing and I longed to squeeze and suck on them.

Intuiting that I was enjoying the sight of her naked body, Sue Jean stood there as I visually feasted on her little mound of a belly and the carefully trimmed bush that led to the future home of the thicker and longer of the two empty wine bottles that she eventually chose before reclining languorously on the futon.

I slowly pulled up and down on my almost fully hard cock, which was dotted with pre-cum. Sue Jean sat up for a moment and put the bottle to my mouth. Assuming her intentions without missing a beat, I coated the upper third of it with my wine-sweetened saliva and Sue Jean placed the pouring end of the bottle at her petite pussy lips, gently working a bit of it into her as she flicked the hood of her clit almost as if to wake it up, then rubbing it with her middle finger in a circular fashion. She established an easy rhythm of insertion and withdrawal and would occasionally push the bottle all the way to the fat, wider portion. When she got it in as far it would go, still rubbing her clit intently, Sue Jean would close her eyes and toss back her head and luxurious long black hair and moan the most loudly.

As I stroked my rigid cock super-slowly so as to last longer than the requested five minutes, I guiltily, excitedly thought of the toy that would give Sue Jean so much more pleasure than what she currently had in her, which was ably doing the job. For both of us.

I could tell from her increased moans that Sue Jean was going to cum soon, and I knew I wasn’t far behind, so I interrupted our respective activities with a startling, guttural clearing of my throat. Sue Jean’s huge breasts jiggled and her eyes came wide open, the wine bottle still partially buried in her sopping pussy.

“What is so fucking important that you have to derail my O-train?” was Sue Jean’s booming, half-serious query.

“I forgot your other birthday present. It’s in my man-bag.” I reached onto the floor for said bag and produced the hastily wrapped toy and presented it to Sue Jean with mock reverence.

“Mmm, what could it be?”

Tearing through the flimsy paper hastily like a late, last second lunch order, Sue Jean pulled out the handmade sex toy as I explained its origins and function. Unlike a new stereo or computer, Sue Jean quickly figured out what to do with her new plaything.

“Oooh, this is nice,” Sue Jean cooed. “Not too long so as to puncture my cervix, and just thick enough to make my pussy grip it,” she noted almost like she was reviewing it at a Consumer Reports sex toy party.

I slowed my stroking to a glacial crawl as Sue Jean pushed the vibrating replica of me in and out her slowly, adjusting the vibrations so that a light hum permeated the room, blending with the self-made music mixes playing at a low level.

I couldn’t tolerate the distance between us any longer and I moved over to Sue Jean’s side of istanbul escort bayan the futon, breathing in her scent, my nose buried in her hair, gently dragging my lips and teeth across her ears and neck. I was temporarily unable to see Sue Jean dipping her new toy in and out her pussy with increasing speed and aggressiveness but I could feel it in her torso as I made up for my loss of visual stimuli by gently squeezing her huge boobs and raising the nipples gingerly with my eager team of tongue, lips and fingertips.

Sue Jean pulled my head brusquely from her memorable mams and returned my oral favors by biting and licking my neck and ears, sending chills down my spine and further pre-cum to leak from my inflamed cockhead. I had stopped rubbing for fear of an early explosion and I didn’t even know if that was going to halt my impending spasms.

Sue Jean finally pushed me away entirely. “Hey mister, you’re not watching anymore and I’m not getting the full meal deal with this toy. Remind me again what these two buttons do.”

Tutorial completed, Sue Jean opted to first increase the girth of the toy with several depressions of the first button. “Oooh, fuck, that’s nice. Mmm, wow, I don’t seem to be able to get as much movement with this added thickness.” I was again amazed by Sue Jean’s ability to be so accurately analytical while over-stimulating her equally oozing nether regions.

Sue Jean’s pussy soon accommodated the further girth as I drank in the sight of her facial pleasure, swaying boobs and the pussy juice-coated toy pushed as far into her as it would go. “Mmm, I’m gonna cum pretty soon, but I want to take this last option for a test drive before I do. And Rob, you better start rubbing, you’re falling asleep on the job,” an obvious, witty reference to my lust-heavy lids.

I carefully stroked my cock, trying to hold out as long as I could, leaning further back on the futon while aiming my cock at my belly. Sue Jean pressed down on the second button and an extra inch materialized from the generous base of the toy. “Whoa, that was unexpected. I wonder how much more this bad boy has to offer,” Sue Jean calmly commentated, pumping the button a second and third time, her mouth forming a surprised, satisfied “O” as the vibrator extended its last two thick inches into Sue Jean’s leaking pussy.

Sue Jean made one last adjustment to the toy, increasing its vibration to almost full speed and rose to her knees on the futon and pushed the toy all the way in so its base was flush with her pussy lips. This new bodily arrangement made her giant breasts jut out even further and I knew in less than a minute I would be goner, spewing my hot cum load all over my non-six-pack, not-too-hairy stomach.

Sue Jean stopped talking and closed her eyes, moaning and grunting, purposefully rocking on the hefty homemade toy. She let out a series of low wails, boobs bouncing hard against her upper midsection and I came powerfully, a healthy dollop of semen landing in the tiny valley between my collarbone and throat. Orgasm subsiding, Sue Jean deftly turned off the vibrator but kept moving back and forth on the now still, quiet phallus, its fully extended and puffed-out shape still conformed to her soaking insides.

“Rob, you rock my world,” Sue Jean giggled. “That was one of the best, most considerate birthday gifts anyone’s ever given me,” she gushed as she threw her arms around me, her pussy still hungrily clamped down on the toy.

“You won’t be hearing me complain about needing a battery-operated lover for quite some time,” Sue Jean quipped. “But I may need to call my day manager and ask her to cover tomorrow’s shift so I can get to know this toy a lot better.”

“Wanna call in with me, Rob?”

How could I say “No” to that offer, I thought, reaching into cutoffs for my cell phone, the call-in line number permanently memorized thanks to a plethora of similar late night flake-outs, often with Sue Jean, now my partner in crime in yet another exciting realm.

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[This happened many years ago and it still has a very exciting effect on me whenever I think of it! It took place over the course of a couple days. I was told by my wife about this experience a few weeks after it occurred.]

*

Thursday: 8:00 p.m.

It was late Thursday evening when we headed out to the supermarket. Terri didn’t bother to change from her work clothes, which consisted of a thigh high skirt, nylons and a light cotton blouse. We took Terri’s car as it was parked at the end of the driveway. I had been horny most of the day.

As I drove I began massaging Terri’s nylon covered thigh. She must not have minded because she scooted her butt away from the back of the seat and parted her legs slightly. I got braver as we continued our short journey. My hand crept to her inner thigh being careful not to spoil the mood by going too fast. I continued to stroke her inner thigh as her legs parted even more, allowing me access to her pussy. I gently cupped her pussy in my hand as I pushed down on her mons and began squeezing her sex. Although she wouldn’t admit it yet she was getting turned on. She slouched in her seat even more so she could splay her legs as far as the confines of the car would allow. I began tracing my index finger up and down her inner thighs, barely touching the outer area of her mound. Ever so slowly I began tracing the shape of her pussy with my index finger, until at last I was running my finger up and down the outer folds of her nylon clad vagina.

My efforts had been rewarded as I began to feel a dampness penetrating the fabric covering her pussy. I could see that her nipples were straining against the fabric of her bra and blouse. She began to breathe a bit shallower and tried to get me to put more pressure on her pussy by arching her back a bit. She didn’t say a word; instead she unbuttoned the top four buttons on her blouse, raised her left hand to the opening, slid her hand under her blouse and began fondling her right breast through the fabric of her bra. I could see her gently pinching her nipple and rolling it between her fingers. Then, finally she spoke “want to see?” Of course, I told her “Yes!” I would love to see your stiff nipple. She opened her blouse and slowly removed her entire breast from its silky restraint.

I moved my hand up to touch her breast and work on attempting to make her nipple stiffer. My timing could not have been worse as we arrived at the supermarket. Terri was obviously very frustrated as she said “don’t you ever get me this horny again when we can’t finish.” She hurriedly placed her breast back in its cup, straightened up in her seat and fixed her skirt so no one would know what we had been doing.

We hurriedly entered the store and completed our shopping. The trip back home was fairly quiet as the trip and work had drained both of us of much of our energy. I was more than willing to sacrifice sleep to screw my wife! Terri however pleaded exhaustion (this may have been punishment for not getting her of earlier). It was difficult for me to get to sleep, I really wanted to jack-off to relieve the sexual tension that had risen in me, but I knew Terri would be angry if she caught me jacking-off or suspected that I had. So, I simply went to sleep with a hard on.

Friday Morning: 4:30 a.m.

I got up the next morning, showered and made my way to work, knowing that I wouldn’t see Terri until I got back from out of town. I knew I would not get home until about 11:00 p.m. at the same time Terri had plans to have an old high school friend, Sherri over for coffee and possibly some minor shopping.

Friday Morning: 8:45 a.m.

Terri awoke only to discover that she had pressed the snooze button on the alarm clock too many times. She only had twenty minutes to get ready and get to work. She hurriedly jumped into the shower, wishing she had time to play with her pussy and relieve some sexual tension from last night, but there just wasn’t time. At least today was dress down day, so she could wear jeans and a casual blouse.

Friday Morning: 9:00 a.m.

“Just in time” she thought to herself. She got to her desk and began doing some paperwork. As she settled down after the unsettling start to the day she began to reflect more about the previous evening’s events. Her pussy had been sending her messages that it needed attention all morning. Every time she moved or walked the zipper portion of her jeans only served to stimulate her clit. As it was her clit had been in a state of semi-arousal the entire day. It almost seemed as if her clit was buzzing between her legs.

Her plans for coffee with Sherri were going to negate any possibility of sexual release until Sherri left for the evening. Terri knew that she actually needed to cum in order to be able to regain her focus. No matter what she thought of she couldn’t figure out how she was going to get off before Sherri arrived at her home.

Friday Afternoon: 5:00 p.m.

Finally, the day had come to an end. Terri walked to her car and planned on trying to frig herself through her jeans on the escort mecidiyeköy ride home. Oh, how she had worn a skirt today. As she drove home her frustration increased as she couldn’t seem to rub her pussy through her jeans to get some much needed release. She couldn’t even get the zipper of her jeans down so she could at least give her clit some attention.

She noticed Sherri’s car parked in front of her house as she pulled into her driveway. She walked up to Sherri and gave her a hug. Terri and Sherri talked all the way into the house. Terri told Sherri that she had to get changed out of her work clothes as she ran up the stairs. Unfortunately Sherri followed her and waited outside Terri’s bedroom door. Terri picked out a short skirt, white lace garter, black thigh-high nylons, a white lace half-bra and a thin silky white blouse. No panties to day…as soon as her husband got home she was going to be ready to get screwed. Sherri talked through the door as Terri dressed. Terri put the garter and thigh-high nylons on, put on her bra and surveyed the effect in her full length mirror “not bad” she thought. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as she put on the silky blouse. As she finished buttoning the blouse she saw just how erotic the effect of the blouse, garters and nylons made as her trimmed pussy mound’s dark hair attracted her attention. She thought about fingering herself right there, but didn’t want Sherri to catch her. “There couldn’t be any harm in flicking her clit a bit and fingering her slit really quickly” she thought. She slowly flicked her clit back and forth right forefinger as she pushed he left forefinger slid into her moist canal. The pleasure was immense, and it was sooo… hard to stop, but she knew she had to. Terri forced herself to remover her finger from her damp slit and pulled her other finger off her now erect clit. “This is even worse” she thought. Quickly she licked her fingers off, put her skirt on and came out of the bedroom after putting on her favorite perfume, hoping that Sherri wouldn’t catch a whiff of her damp pussy and figure out what Terri had just been doing. “Well at least I didn’t get myself all worked up to the point I had to cum” Terri said to herself.

As the two went down the stairs Terri could feel air flowing over her exposed pussy, chilling her a bit, but at the same time increasing her excitement, giving her a “naughty” feeling. Her pussy was out, but no one else knew. Terri was glad Sherri volunteered to drive. Sherri suggested that they visit the local mall and walk around to see if anything caught their eye. As they traveled to the mall every bump and stop gave Terri a little pleasure as it vibrated her now excited pussy.

Terri had almost forgotten how forward Sherri was about any topic, as Sherri told Terri that she needed to get some lingerie for a date tomorrow evening. Sherri told Terri about her latest sexual exploit with baby oil and felt covered handcuffs. As soon as Sherri began talking about sex Terri started thinking about how she was going to screw Tom’s brains out tonight when he got home. Sherri pulled into the parking lot and explained that she also needed to get some “personal items” after the mall expedition was over. “Oh God” Terri thought…this shopping trip is going to be so long.

Friday Evening 8:00 p.m.

They entered the lingerie store where Sherri began browsing. Terri figured she might as well browse also. There were some very interesting crotch-less panties she knew Tom would just love. Maybe even a see through lace camisole. She spied Sherri in the next room and headed over to meet her. as she walked Terri could tell her thighs were getting damp. Every time Terri stopped walking she squeezed her thighs together when no one was looking, just to get some stimulation, and maybe cum so she could relax with Sherri.

Sherri had picked out a beautiful silky black lace, push-up bra to support her ample tits. Sherri asked if Terri would mind coming with her to get a pair of crotch-less panties, and Terri agreed saying “I was thinking about getting a pair also, you know to surprise Tom.” Although it had been many years since she had seen Sherri naked, she was turned on at the though of her in just the crotch-less panties and see through black lace bra. Not that Terri was gay or even bi; she was simply turned on by women in various states of nakedness. Sherri and Terri both picked out black lace crotch-less panties and headed out to the cashier just as the store was closing. The cashier remarked that two such pretty women buying lingerie must be planning an exciting evening. Terri blurted out “No we’re just friends,” held up her left hand and said ‘look I’m married.” As she blushed not with embarrassment but at the thoughts she had been having about Sherri in the lingerie. Sherri giggled about the remark and didn’t seem to feel the need to defend her choices.

They left the store with their purchases and headed back to the car. Sherri said only one more stop and we can go back to your place and catch up. Sherri drove downtown and bayan escort parked on the main street. “Here we are” she said. “Where” Terri asked? I told you I need to get some personal things, but I wanted to wait until I had someone with me. I hate going alone. Terri was trying to imagine what one would want company to purchase. As they got out of the car and strode down the block, Sherri pointed to a store front, which had “hot pink” marker, proclaiming “Ladies Night Every Friday, 20% Off Purchases.” Terri was shocked to see that it was an adult book store. Although Terri had never been in adult bookstore she knew what the sold, because that was where Tom had purchased her first vibrator for her. Terri could feel the blood rush to her cheeks in embarrassment and to her pussy in excitement.

Entering the store Terri noticed the chubby woman at the cashier’s counter, and magazines displayed all over the walls and on tables throughout the visible portion of the store. Terri asked “What are you looking for, you like looking at porn mags?” “Yeah, but that’s not what I came here for” Sherri responded. “Follow me” Sherri said. As the two women turned the corner, Terri saw the largest collection of sex toys she had ever imagined. Sherri grabbed Terri’s elbow and directed her toward the vibrators. Terri could feel the heat in her pussy as Sherri picked up a rather large vibrator and asked Terri “God, this has to feel great.” It was all Terri could do to stammer “y..y..yes it would. Immediately Terri had thoughts of ramming her pussy with that plastic cock right there in the store, but knew that there was no way she dared to…no matter how much her pussy yearned for attention and some stretching. If only Sherri knew how much she was unintentionally teasing Terri with a tempting array of self-pleasure toys, maybe she would stop Terri thought. Again the prude in Terri won out and she, her pussy and her stiff clit suffered in silence. Sherri directed Terri’s attention to a “Bullet” vibrator that as Sherri put it “Fits up inside your cunt and has a remote control…so no one knows about it. Sherri added “You can drive, walk, work, or just sit while it hums in your pussy and gets you off” “Now, that would have been a wonderful idea for this trip” thought Terri. Sherri asked if Terri had one, and Terri told her that she was happy with the purple vibrator that Tom had purchased for her.

Sherri asked Terri “Is there anything you want to get today?” Terri responded by saying “Oh, No…I don’t need anything like that.” “OK, cool” replied Sherri. I will just get my stuff…you look a bit dazed, why don’t you wait by the entrance where we can see each other. “I will” Terri said. As she waited by the entrance she watched Sherri moving in the aisles for a few minutes, and then appearing suddenly at the checkout. Terri stood as still as she could shifting her weight from one foot to the other in an effort to keep from stimulating her aroused pussy, but Terri’s pussy was just aching for some direct attention. Sherri walked up to Terri and said “You ready?” Yup” replied Terri. Good, let’s get to your house so we can relax.

It only took ten minutes to get home. Sherri grabbed her bags and the two made their way to the house joking and giggling at the items in the adult book store.

Friday Night: 10:30 p.m.

The two gravitated toward the kitchen and sat down. Terri offered Sherri coffee, wine, or soda. Sherri said “We deserve to treat ourselves, some wine would be wonderful.” Terri got two glasses out of the cupboard, the wine from the refrigerator, and poured each of them a glass. They sipped the wine and discussed more of the amazing things they had seen on their shopping trip. Sherri asked Terri if Terri would do her a favor. Terri said “Of course, what is it?” Sherri told her that she wanted to make sure that her lingerie looked good on her. Hesitantly, Terri agreed.

Sherri took her bag into the restroom and closed the door.

Terri pulled her skirt up and began fingering her clit furiously. “Oh God…please let me cum before she comes out.” She continued to strum her clit, hoping Sherri would not return too quickly. Terri’s pussy was getting wetter by the second as she could feel the wetness of her slit increasing.

The restroom door creaked; but Terri didn’t hear it. She was too intent on her impending orgasm. Sherri emerged from the restroom to see Terri’s finger dipping into her wet hole and massaging her clit. Not wanting to interrupt and being intensely turned on by watching her friend finger herself, Sherri was determined not to make a sound. As Sherri’s left hand began massaging her breasts as her right hand began its journey toward her warm pussy. As Sherri massaged her self squeezing her mound and teasing her pussy lips she heard Terri let out a slight moan. This only served to increase Sherri’s excitement as she slid her index finger into her slit to moisten it for her clit. She wiggled her finger inside her canal a bit pulled it out and gasped when her finger touched her clit.

Terri’s head snapped back to view her bayrampaşa escort bayan friend rubbing her tits and fingering her clit. Terri had masturbated in front of a mirror, but had never seen another woman masturbate before. Terri was mesmerized at the sight of another woman fingering herself. She was so embarrassed that she had been caught that she stopped her finger’s clit stroking. Hurriedly she began to pull her skirt back down to hide her sex.

“I’m sorry.” Stammered Terri

“Please don’t stop, it’s beautiful” replied Sherri as she continued fingering herself.

“I…I…can’t do that” cried Terri

“Why not” asked Sherri

“I’ve never done it in front of another woman” Terri replied.

“It got me hot just watching you!” whispered Sherri as she began moving closer to Terri.

“Would it help if I let you watch me finger myself while you finger yourself?” asked Sherri.

“I don’t know” answered Terri as her gaze fell to see her friend still fingering her slit.

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t want me to watch, you have a lovely pussy” explained Sherri with her voice beginning to quiver as her finger worked its way up to her clit.

“Would it be OK if we went upstairs?” Terri asked.

“Oh, God…you sure?” Sherri blurted out.

“I think it would be fun to watch you too!” answered Terri.

As the duo made their way to the stairs Sherri grabbed her bag from the restroom and made her way up the way up the stairs and followed Terri. After making sure the curtains were drawn, Sherri unbuttoned Terri’s blouse and removed it. She wrapped her arms around Terri to unhook the rear clasp of her bra, purposely rubbing her bra clad tits against Terri’s exposed tits. She deftly unzipped the skirt and slid it down to the floor where Terri stepped out of it. As Sherri knelt in front of Terri her breasts strained at the thin fabric of her bra. She unhooked the snaps at the top of the nylons and proceeded to roll the right one down Terri’s leg, lifting her foot to finish taking it off. Her head was a mere foot from Terri’s pussy; she could smell the wonderful aroma of wet pussy. She could see the wet hairs of Terri’s pussy curled in toward her slit. But her slit was open enough that Sherri could see Terri’s clit standing erect, exposed from its hood. She took the top of the left nylon and began rolling it down Terri’s leg, pulling her foot up to finish its removal also. Still on her knees, Sherri wrapped her arms around Terri’s waist to remove the garter belt, her right breast brushing against Terri’s hot pussy. Terri placed her hands on Sherri’s face and gently pulled her up. As Sherri stood and backed up to take in the sight of Terri’s nude body.

Terri slowly walked up to her friend and gingerly unhooked the front clasp of the bra, allowing Sherri’s tits some freedom. She then slowly removed the bra cups making sure to brush the lace against Sherri’s nipples. Terri pressed her erect nipples into her friend’s breasts as she wrapped her arms around Sherri to finish removing the bra. Terri felt more heat in her already excited cunt as the pair’s nipples touched each other. Terri moved back and surveyed Sherri once more. Terri kneeled in front of Sherri, placed her forefingers in the waistband of the crotch-less panties and gently pulled them from her friend’s body. Terri stared at the wonder of another woman’s pussy that close to her face. She saw the beautiful fold that was the center of another woman’s sex. She could see that Sherri’s pussy was also in an extremely excited state. She could smell the juices from her friend’s wet cunt.

Terri: “let’s get on the bed where it’s more comfortable.”

They climbed on the bed and sat facing each other, neither one sure how to proceed. Terri’s need for release won out as she leaned forward and gently kissed Sherri on the lips. Sherri responded by parting her lips and separating Terri’s lips with her tongue. Their lips pressed together as their tongues played in each other’s mouths. The kiss ended, both women were flushed with excitement.

Terri leaned back and began rubbing her pussy. It felt so good to know she was going to be able to get a much needed release soon. Without the hurry and frustration she had experienced in the kitchen she relaxed and began enjoying the warmth and wetness of her pussy as her finger danced over her clit, teasing it with each stroke. She could feel the heat in her loins as her orgasm began to build with each stroke of her clit. Terri had relaxed and she could feel herself beginning to reach her plateau, as her other hand purposely playing with her nipples as she massaged away the ache in her clit and pussy.

As Sherri was witnessing Terri’s show she began to massage her own breasts and tweak her already stiff nipples. Her right hand trailed down to her moist vagina as she began tracing her finger from the top of her slit down to her asshole. As her cunt became engorged, opening with excitement she continued fingering her slit and poking her finger into her pussy. She began pumping her finger in and out of her hole, making sure Terri could see everything. Her excitement at having another woman watch her diddle herself was so erotic she knew it wouldn’t take her long to cum. She could see the wetness of Terri’s pussy dripping down onto the sheet into a small expanding pool.

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Hello Sweetie

I miss you so much right now. I’m stuck at work waiting for someone to take over from me. No Internet access and I’ve left my phone in my bag. So while I’m waiting and thinking of you, longing for your touch, I thought I’d write to you. Write to you and confess. To tell you that when you’re away, sometimes I’m a dirty girl; a very dirty girl indeed.

If I’m home all alone and particularly horny, then I’ll spend the whole day reading hot stories and looking at sexy pictures. I’ll be getting so turned on and I’ll tease myself throughout the day, rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples. Taking myself to the edge, but always pulling back in time. I love that feeling of balancing on the edge and like to keep that up all day. It’s even better when we can talk online because I know that you aren’t in a position to stroke your beautiful cock while talking to me. So I can have the very great pleasure of talking dirty to you while you are surrounded by your colleagues. Teasing you, imagining your cock hardening, leaking, making a dark stain in the satin panties I knew you’d be wearing.

I go up to bed and if I’m wanting to prolong the anticipation I’ll have a shower. As I peel my panties off I’ll press them to my face and breathe in my aroma; the scent of my day-long arousal. The bathroom steaming up and the water stinging hot exacerbate orhangazi escort my mood. I take my time lathering myself up, relishing the feeling of hands on my naked skin. Stroking all over my body, caressing myself with the scented bubbles. Avoiding my most sensitive places as long as I can. Concentrating on washing my arms and legs. But then I run my hands along my shoulders and I can’t help myself any more. I slide my hands down to my breasts; the nipples hard and aching. I run my slippery hands over them, gently teasing; but soon I am pinching them hard and flicking my soapy fingers back and forth across them. My skin is flushed with arousal and the hot water and I daren’t touch my clit. I can feel the ache radiating from it, throbbing incessantly; demanding my attention.

But I ignore it for a while longer and dry my soft clean skin with a warm fluffy towel; rubbing my tender nipples more than is strictly necessary to get them dry. I sit on the edge of my bed and rub moisturiser into my arms and legs; my belly and then my breasts. I love the feeling of hands on my breasts; rubbing the lotion all over them. I cup them in my hands and imagine you are with me; holding my breasts, enjoying their familiar weight, before kissing them, burying your face in them. I continue to rub in the moisturiser; taking my time, nilüfer escort pinching and playing with my nipples, using the lotion to make my fingers slide back and forth. I roll my nipples between my fingers, pinching hard, but not so hard that I cum. Then I squeeze my breasts together and pinch both nipples with one hand; leaving the other hand free to slide between my legs.

I am so wet and slippery after surfing and reading stories all day and imagining your strong hands caressing me. I bring my hand to my mouth and suck all my juices off it; loving the taste of my own arousal. You see, Sweetie, how dirty I can be. I sit there savouring the sweet tang of my cunt whilst balancing right on the edge at the thought of you biting my nipples just hard enough to make me cum. I love the things you do to my body; you know it almost as well as I know it myself. You know just how far to take things; just how much my body can take.

I slide my hand back between my thighs. I am open completely: my lips so swollen, my clit begging to be touched, my cunt aching for release. I have to be careful on how roughly I play with my breasts and nipples now or I will cum too soon. I slide my fingers either side of my clit, so wet and slippery, so hot. I’m moaning softly now; it feels so good and I’m breathing hard as I imagine your cock head bursa türbanlı escort as wet and slippery as my cunt is. I slide my finger up and down from my clit to my ass hole. I run my finger over and around my opening; desperate to plunge it in and feel my cunt grab hold of it, but still not wanting this delicious feeling of anticipation to end just yet. I slide my finger back up and I pinch my clit gently, squeezing it between my fingers. It’s unbearable by now and I’m beyond waiting.

I slide a finger slowly into my cunt, so open so ready, but I take it out, feeling my juices coating it. I slide in my thumb instead, right to the base. Slowly because I am so ready, so close, I slide out my thumb. I am teetering on the edge here baby. Then. I slide my thumb back in my cunt and slide my juice coated finger in my ass. All the way. Quickly. Hard. Deep. Thrusting. My thumb buried as far as it will go, my wrist pushing hard against my clit. It takes just a few thrusts before my clit explodes and I grip my hand tightly between my thighs.

And I cum: shuddering and moaning and pinching my nipples hard. Feeling my cunt walls clutch at my thumb, my ass hole spasming around my finger, my whole body juddering. Calling your name. Missing your touch. Wanting you to cum too. Wanting you to stroke your cock and spurt while imagining me fucking myself in my cunt and my ass with pussy juiced-up fingers. I cry out as the tremors shuddering through my body make me realise just how much I want you. And then finally, I collapse on the bed and dragging your pillow close to my body, I wrap my arms around it and sleep.

Come home soon Sweetie

xx

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