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Miranda walked down the street in a daze, trying to ignore the lingering moisture between her legs. After her surprising, yet incredibly rewarding experience at the coffee shop, she could hardly wait for dinner later with the mysterious Heather. Even if nothing sexual happened, she still wanted to know more about the woman who was brazen enough to take control of a complete stranger in public place. Knowing that Heather was likely very busy, Miranda held off on calling about dinner plans. Not that this was a conventional dating situation by any means, but the old rules about not calling too soon were still quite ingrained. Upon reaching her apartment, she took a quick shower to rinse off the thin layer of sweat that seemed to be clinging to every inch of her body, particularly under her ample breasts, much to her annoyance. She retrieved a pair of dark blue, low-cut panties and slipped them on, set the matching bra aside for later, and returned to her living room to air dry in front of a fan. Upon flopping down on the couch, she was surprised to see the notification light on her phone flashing to indicate a voicemail. She unlocked the phone and checked the recent calls, even more surprised to see the call was from Heather. That was fast! she thought. Her stomach fluttered from excitement. I’m being ridiculous! The message was benign – a simple request to call back when she had a chance. Miranda dialed back immediately, deliberately throwing the stupid “rules” out the window. Heather answered on the first ring. “Hello?” “Heather? “Oh, hey you. Didn’t look at my phone before I answered. I was actually afraid you might not call me back. Are you still interested in dinner?” “Of course!” “Wonderful. There’s a wine bar that just opened up across town. It seems popular, but not too crowded most nights. You do like wine, right?” “Are there people that don’t like wine?” Miranda giggled, more from excitement than her weak joke. Over the next few minutes, details of the rendezvous were worked out, with the women planning to meet at eight o’clock the next night. “One last thing,” Heather said as they were about to hang up, “what are you wearing?” “Oh, just Anadolu Yakası Escort some dark blue lacy panties. Too hot for much else right now,” Miranda responded playfully. Heather chuckled. “Sounds delightful… I’d quite like to see that. Actually though, I meant what are you wearing out tomorrow night? You’re so adorable, and I’m sure you have a wardrobe to match, and I just want to make sure I don’t clash.” After a few minutes of wardrobe discussion, when Miranda was just about to hang up, Heather spoke up quickly. “I almost forgot. Those blue panties you’re wearing…” “What about them?” “Take them off please. Save them for tomorrow if you like.” “Okay, sure. Is there something else you would like me to wear tonight?” Heather listened to what sounded like shuffling on the other end of the phone, as Miranda wriggled out of her panties while trying to keep the phone against her ear. “No. Remain bare.” “Why?” “You sure do ask a lot questions, dear. Because I want you to, that’s why. Anything else you’d like to know?” “No, I guess not.” “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow night. Sleep well.” The next day passed with agonizing slowness until seven, when Miranda got dressed and took a train across town. The air-conditioned car was a godsend after her sweltering apartment, and she took the opportunity to touch up the small amount of makeup she wore. A few minutes later, she found herself standing outside a neat little wine bar tucked between a two larger establishments, looking around for her new friend, and wondering what the night would bring. What if we don’t have anything to talk about? A light touch on Miranda’s elbow jolted her out of her reverie. Miranda turned to find Heather standing next to her, looking stunningly gorgeous in a narrow black skirt that fell just below her knees, slit almost to mid-thigh, strappy heels, and a sheer blouse that just hinted at flawless skin underneath. Miranda nearly swooned at the sight. The stares from people milling about outside were not lost on Miranda, and she felt genuinely privileged to be seen with someone so classically beautiful. Heather had the sort of Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan timeless look that skipped fads and looked natural in any era. Miranda was dressed in dark pants that followed her curves until flaring near her ankles. A print halter top clung tightly around her neck, and contrasted with the way evening light turned her hair a much deeper red. Finally, a pair of wedge heels added about an inch to her height. Even with the height boost, she was still a few inches shorter than her statuesque new friend. Miranda stared, grinning, at Heather. “Wow, you look fantastic ! Are you sure I’m qualified to be seen with you?” Heather simply smiled and leaned forward to place a light, wet, kiss on the corner of Miranda’s mouth, then motioned toward the door. “Shall we?” The host seated the women in a U-shaped booth against the wall towards the back of the dining area. It was secluded enough to be semi-private, but exposed enough that its occupants were well aware of being in a room full of people. The bar was busy without being loud or crowded, quiet enough to carry on a conversation but loud enough to mask it. Butterflies danced in Miranda’s stomach and caused her to shiver in anticipation of what could happen. Underneath her clothes, she wore exactly what Heather had requested. And last night? She’d also done exactly as requested then, even going so far as to refrain from pleasuring herself “all the way.” A waitress stopped by to take orders. Chianti for Heather and a pinot grigio for Miranda, with a cheese plate to share. Avoiding the elephant in the room, the two women chatted about the city, their hobbies, and work. Both enjoyed the pace of the city, although, as Miranda was not surprised to learn, Heather was from a completely different part of it. A part that required money. Lots of money. Miranda also learned that Heather shared her interest in yoga and in fact was a yoga instructor at a local health club. Most interesting was Heather’s ability to keep the conversation focused on others while revealing very little about herself. After 45 minutes of conversation, Heather still seemed Escort Anadolu Yakası a mystery to Miranda. Quiet, polite, always listening and observing intently, and simultaneously a little intimidating and just a tiny bit aloof, but without a hint of arrogance. Heather’s mystique and personality made her seem significantly older than Miranda, even though they were at most only five or six years apart in age. As the wine continued to work its magic on Miranda, she failed to notice Heather discreetly scooting closer to her in the booth until their thighs were brushing together as they talked. Miranda’s heart jumped when she felt a light touch just above her knee. She demurely sipped her wine in an attempt to hide her emotions behind the glass. “You snuck up on me.” “Mmmm-hmmmm,” Heather replied. The two women hesitated for a moment, enjoying the tension thickening the air between them “Will you do something for me?” Heather whispered, her voice soft and sultry in Miranda’s ear. Miranda turned slightly and brushed her cheek against Heather’s. “Maybe. What is it?” “I’ve been wanting to see those pretty blue panties you mentioned earlier. Will you show them to me.” Miranda blushed deeply. “Here? You can’t be-” “I’m being completely serious my dear. No one’s watching except me.” She paused and stroked Miranda’s delicate jawline softly. “Please?” The skin on Miranda’s arms and scalp goosebumped as Heather’s light touch caused her senses to work overtime. Heather’s hair and warm breath tickled her ear as she waited expectantly for her request to be followed. The wine certainly helped loosen her inhibitions, but really it was Heather’s scent and touch, and that silky voice that dripped with gentle authority, that were absolutely intoxicating. Miranda felt like she was being pulled into an insulated bubble where Heather’s touch was the only thing she wanted, yet remained just out of reach. Miranda sighed softly, dropped her hands to her lap, released the button on her pants, and drew the zipper slowly downwards. The sudden release of pressure around her waist caused her stomach to flip. She felt exposed, even though she had yet to shed any clothing.. “You were so daring at the coffee shop today, I’m surprised you’re so hesitant,” Heather said, sternly. Miranda looked at Heather in surprise, “that was sort of spur of the moment for me,” she pouted. Cautiously, she raised up from the booth and slid her pants over her butt and down around her knees, then dropped quickly back out of sight.

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Part Three:  The bonding is completed.I was about to stand up when Rebecca moved forwards and pushed me back down onto the recliner.  “Lay the chair back,” she commanded.  I did so.  Rebecca undid the laces of my new sneakers and removed the shoes one by one.  Similarly with the socks.  “Undo your jeans,” another command issued.‘All that’s missing here is a whip and a leather metal studded collar,’ I thought to myself.  But I continued to do as I was told. “Good boy.  Mommy approves,” she purred seductively.  “Keep being a good boy and you will get rewards.” As Rebecca was saying this, she was also slowly rubbing her hands up her thighs, over her pussy and up towards her generous breasts.  Even though the buttons on my Levi’s were undone, the strain created by my rapidly swelling cock was undeniable.  It was rather uncomfortable, to say the least. “But if you’re a naughty boy, you will be punished,” she exclaimed, mock sternness in her voice.“Yes, Mommy.  I’ll be a good boy,” I  promised, playing along with the scene.  In a perverse sense, I wondered if this kinky Mommy and Son routine may be driven by Simone’s antics.‘No.  Don’t overthink it Oli,’ I thought to myself.  Rebecca reached out and started to remove my jeans.  I moved to help her by lifting my ass off the recliner. “Oh, good boy,” Rebecca cooed.  “Mommy likes a good little helper.  Good helpers get rewards.”My erection had now burst through the opening at the front of my boxers and was standing proud.  “Here is your reward.” Rebecca leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked it gently.  At the same time, she placed one hand on the base of my manhood and started to move it up and down, slowly.  The sensations running through me were electric.  I groaned in pleasure.  Rebecca lifted her head and ceased her stroking. “Did you speak out of turn?” she asked me, sternly.  “That won’t do.  Punishment for you.”Whether she meant the phrase to rhyme or not I don’t know.  She didn’t miss a beat however and tucked my raging hard-on back into my boxers, making it strain against the remarkably uncomfortable fabric.  Possibly because one of her hands was also pushing against my ball sack, quite hard. “What do you say to Mommy?”  She demanded of me. Immediately, I replied, “I’m sorry Mommy, I won’t do it again.” She released the pressure on my balls and returned to her ministrations on my cock.‘I’m quite liking this,’  I thought to myself.  Suddenly realising that perhaps I wasn’t as vanilla as my previous girlfriend had thought.Once more Rebecca had the head of my cock in her mouth, licking the tip sensually.  A hand was stroking the shaft and I was again in paradise.  I reached up to cup one of her breasts through the fabric of the basque, but she must have felt me move under her and batted my hand away, blindly.  I was impressed by her spatial awareness.  The blow job continued for about five minutes until I was ready to explode again.  Once again, Rebecca used edging to heighten the sensation. Yesterday, it was twice before allowing me release.  Presently, the count was at four, and I had serious doubts about managing to make it to five.  I felt the familiar twitch in my balls as my climax began to build.  I think Rebecca sensed that I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself this time and moved her hand so she could take the full length of my engorged cock deep into her throat. The tension was building.  Indescribable sensations of pleasure were shooting through my body when I felt a kind of cold, shivering sensation start in my toes and roll up my body like a wave breaking on a sandy shore.  The orgasm was massive.  My hips bucked wildly İstanbul Escort as the tension was released along with my thick cum.  Presently the tingling subsided, and my senses returned.  It was then that I realised that Rebecca still had my dick in her mouth, and she was still sucking.  She looked up at me, innocently.  She smiled, then dabbed at the corner of her mouth with her little pinkie finger. “Yummy,” was all she said.As I lay there, slightly bewildered and coming down from my natural high, Rebecca repositioned herself to be perched on the edge of the other recliner.   As she sat, she spread her legs slightly and gently started to rub at her pussy. “Do you like to watch me play with myself?” She inquired.  As soon as I saw what she was doing, I felt stirrings in my cock once again.  Despite its recent workout, I felt it begin to twitch. “I adore playing with myself.  Gently teasing my little clit and making it swell.” She rolled her head back and moaned a little. “Feeling the lace of my panties on my skin makes me so wet.” It was as if she was talking to herself, not me.I was mesmerised by the vision in front of me.  Never in my wildest dreams had the thought entered my mind that I would get with someone as… I struggled to find another adjective, but there was only one that suited my current train of thought.  With someone as perfect as Rebecca. As I watched, I could see that Rebecca was starting to rub a little harder and with more urgency to the movements.  Another groan of pleasure came from her, and she locked eyes with me. “Should I take these off?”  She asked coyly. I just nodded my affirmation that I thought this was a good idea.  She hooked the thumb of her free hand under the lace of the panties and pulled them towards her knees, wriggling on the seat a little, then with one deft movement, stood and let the panties fall to the floor, kicking them to one side when they landed. Rebecca sat once more and opened her legs wide.  Showing me her sex in all its glory.  Returning her hand to her pussy, she parted her lips and allowed her fingers to become slick from her wetness, then gently slid her three middle fingers into her sex three or four times, before withdrawing them. “I love to taste my pussy; it makes me so fucking horny.”  With her now very lubricated fingers, she raised them to her mouth and seductively sucked, delighting in the flavour of her pussy juices.  It was plain to see that she was exceedingly horny, given her current state of undress.My cock was now rock hard again.  I stood up, removed my shirt, and walked the two steps to reach Rebecca.  I reached up to her voluminous cleavage, which was threatening to succumb to gravity and spill over the top of her bustier.  The lace trimming the top of the piece was putting up a valiant fight against a much superior force I thought.  I decreed that I would have to help remedy this situation.  Slowly, I reached out for the uppermost fastener of the top, only to find that it was fastened from the rear.‘How the hell did she put this on?’ I wondered, while I gently motioned for her to spin around to allow me access to the device that was holding her generous bust prisoner in a Bastille of cotton and lace.  Gracefully, she pivoted on one foot to face away from me, and I moved her long hair to one side, allowing access to my target.  Quite by accident, I was a little too close and as I reached for the fasteners, the tip of my cock pressed against Rebecca’s ass. “Oooh, hello,” she giggled, playfully.  I pulled back slightly and focussed on the fasteners.  One by one the little metal prison guards yielded to my İstanbul Escort Bayan hands and before long, Rebecca’s generous breasts were now free.  I turned her around once more, to face me.  I cupped her tits with both hands, rubbing in a circular pattern.  Rebecca placed her hands on mine and groaned loudly, pushing them even harder into the flesh.  Subliminally telling me that she liked rough play with her tits. “Do you like my tits, baby?”  She whispered to me. “Very much,”  I replied as I crouched slightly to take one of her exceedingly erect nipples into my mouth.  I suckled on the tit, teasing the nipple with my tongue and she let out a low long ‘oooh,’ sound.  Her long, luscious hair was tickling my forehead, which was not an entirely unpleasant sensation.  Presently, I came up for air and met Rebecca’s eyes. “Do you want me, Oli?  I’m so horny for you right now I could explode, baby.”  The question surprised me a little. ‘Who in their right mind wouldn’t?’ I thought.  I simply nodded and helped her lay down on the recliner.  I suddenly realised.  I had no protection with me. “I want to, so very much,” I said, apologetically, “but I don’t have any protection with me,” I admitted.  Rebecca regarded me with loving eyes. “It’s OK baby, you won’t need anything.  I take birth control to help with heavy periods, so win, win I guess.” Again, I was surprised at how open and honest she was being with me. ‘Then again, I suppose being this intimate with someone, inhibitions become a little redundant,’ I thought.  I had to bring up the elephant in the room. “It’s not just babies I’m concerned about,” I admitted to her.  Still regarding me with such affection she smiled slightly and said words that I would never have expected, given how… experienced and comfortable she seemed with her sexuality.“It’s OK baby, you don’t need to worry about STIs either.  You see, I’m a virgin, at least in the biblical sense.” Three little words and it was like a bomb had gone off in my head.  I could see sparks and my ears were ringing. “I see,” I said, tenderly. “Then I shall be exceedingly gentle.” This new information changed the entire dynamic of the situation.  I had been steeling myself for a bucking bronco-style fuck session where I would have to hang on for dear life given how forward and confident Rebecca seemed. Now I was the one with the experience and would be guiding this divine creature through her first experience of a proper fuck.  Immediately I chided myself.  I wasn’t going to be that guy.  I wasn’t going to treat Rebecca as another notch on my bedpost. I was developing some intense emotions for this woman, and I wasn’t about to make her first time unnecessarily wild or unpleasant.  If she directed that should be the case throughout our time here, I would be happy to oblige, but it would be Rebecca that would set the pace which I would happily follow.  I wasn’t going to fuck this woman!  I was going to make love to her.—I joined Rebecca on the recliner, my naked body lying next to her.  It was a squeeze, but that made it all the cosier and more sensual.  The stark contrast of warm flesh against cold leather was exhilarating.  I reached out a hand to stroke her cheek, seeing how flushed she’d become.  Her cheeks and the tops of her tits were almost glowing with a red rash. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, our tongues once again became entwined as she wrapped her arms around my body, holding me close to her.  I pulled back slightly and with a free hand, I gently cupped and massaged each of her glorious tits.  Playing with each nipple with my thumb and index finger, tweaking Escort İstanbul and twisting, with an occasional flick for good measure. Each time, little squeaks and groans of pleasure came from her sensuous mouth.  I realised that there wasn’t enough room to move where we were, and stood, scooping up Rebecca in my arms.  I gently laid her down on the rug and lay between her legs.  We kissed again, our tongues performing the most sensual ballet.  I moved my kisses down her chest, tracing the outlines of her nipples with my tongue and then blowing gently where the skin was moist from my saliva. Instantly, Rebecca shuddered with delight, her nipples becoming even more erect.  I moved lower still, tracking my tongue down to her navel and gently circling its pretty little circumference.  How had I not noticed the piercing that was there the other night?   I looked up at her and asked… “Are you sure you’re ready?”  I didn’t want there to be any chance of regrets should things go south in the future. “Oh, fuck yes,” was the reply. ‘OK,’ I thought and moved to part Rebecca’s legs.  For her part, she was already one step ahead of me and had opened her legs and brought her heels to her ass cheeks.  I took my shaft in my hand and gave it a couple of strokes, then gently eased it forward so that the head was just touching her pussy.  Rebecca moaned at the sensation of me rubbing my throbbing cock on her soaking wet pussy, especially when my knob ran over her clit. When I was satisfied that there was sufficient lubrication, I pushed the head in a little further this time, carefully watching her face for any signs of discomfort.  Rebecca’s eyes went wide.  She gasped, then held her breath.  I started to pull out, but she stopped me. “It’s just a lot thicker than I thought it would be.  Don’t stop baby,” she breathed huskily.  Gently I pushed in further and further, just a little at a time to make certain Rebecca was comfortable to continue all the time.  Eventually, I was balls-deep in her sex and no adverse signs were coming from her face. “Oh, my God, this feels fucking sensational,” she exclaimed.  I was happy that she was happy, I began a slow rhythmic pumping in time with the beat of the music that was still playing.  My hands wandered all over her milky white skin, caressing every inch I could reach with delicate fingertips barely touching her. We kissed passionately for what seemed an eternity until I felt an urgency in her kiss and a fervent grabbing at my back indicating that she was close to cumming.  I kept the rhythm going, I feared that altering it in any way would bust the groove we were in and blow her orgasm.  Moans started to come thick and fast, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back, holding me deep within her and halting my movement. I suddenly felt an immense clamping on my cock as her pussy muscles contracted, pulsing with the waves of her climax.  Her fingernails nails dug into my back, and I could hear a muffled grunting with each spasm of her body.  “Holy fuck,” Rebecca managed to say, barely able to speak above a whisper in the aftermath of her first orgasm by actual intercourse.  Myself, I had never been bareback before, and the sensation, which was an entirely different feeling from wearing a rubber, was electrifying.  I wanted more.  I never wanted this feeling to go away.  The feeling of being this close to another human being, so intimate and sharing the most precious of things a person can share was intoxicating and I wanted it all the time. There was no break this time.  No, ‘your turn’ swapping.  I simply continued making love to this beautiful woman and before long, between her kisses, her nails running down my back and her pussy clinging on to my cock like it was a life preserver signalled the arrival of yet another orgasm.  I was about to cum for the second time, myself.  I was about to pull out before cumming, when Rebecca locked eyes with me and breathed heavily.

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Nicole pointed at a picture of me and Peter. “Isn’t is about time you forget about him? It’s a bloody month, time to move on!” “He was my first love.” I knew Nicole was right but I wasn’t ready yet. “Oh, come on, Ellen. You’re in your early twenties, right? You should have men crawling at your feet with a body like yours”. I knew she was right. Many women look with envy at my body. I hardly have to put any effort in it but I remain slim, and at my age, my breasts aren’t influenced by gravity yet. They remain firm and I often wonder why I need a bra. This, in combination with my long blond hair, has made the heads of several men turn but I don’t really care or provoke anything. Nicole shook her head. “Please, don’t tell me you’re looking for true love?”“What’s wrong with that,” I replied. “True love doesn’t exist, look at what happened between you and Peter. You really think that was true love?”Again, Nicole was right. According to him we grew apart which I never understood. I never felt something was wrong until the day he said we needed to talk and then he left. Maybe that was exactly the problem, me not seeing it. Maybe I didn’t understand Peter which created the barrier between us. Maybe it was all Bostancı Escort a lie and he ran away with some bimbo. I’ll never know anyway. “You know, you need to relax a little. That will help get over Peter.”“I tried,” I explained to Nicole. “Hell, I’ve even been to yoga classes but nothing seemed to help.” “Those things never work,” she explained. “Have you had an orgasm since he left you?”The bluntness of the question took me by surprise. “No…” was all I could say.“You know, you should really give it a try. Just take your time and treat it like normal sex. Try to seduce yourself.” “How am I supposed to do that?”“Easy. Just as you did with Peter, how did you make him want you?” she asked.I had a ritual for arousing Peter. The preparation was always half the fun. I would start by taking a hot shower. I usually would put the shower head on a hard setting while massaging my breasts and nipples. Sometimes I would even aim between my legs but never would I go too far. That pleasure was for later. I often had to restrain myself from continuing. Focusing on my breasts only was usually more than enough to get my juices going. After the shower, I would go through my Bostancı Escort Bayan special drawer to find that special piece. Depending on what I have in mind, I would pick a suitable set. This could go from a lace under-bust corset with matching stockings to a leather bodysuit. Sometimes Peter wasn’t home yet when I prepared myself, so I waited for him in the living room. When I would hear the door opening I would sit in a special positioning, making sure he could see all the good stuff I have to offer. Sometimes when he was working too long, I would start by rubbing his neck and slowly moving my hands down his torso and ending in his pents.After explaining this to Nicole, she padded me on the shoulder. “So, how does it feel explaining this to me?” she asked, as if I were on a psychiatrist’s sofa. I shuffled on my chair and smiled mischievously.“Tonight when you get home, I want you to perform the routine but do it just for you, make yourself comfortable on the sofa and start enjoying yourself.” I thought about it for a moment and maybe she was right. Maybe I just have to release myself. I’m sure I would enjoy it so why not. I said nothing but smiled showing Escort Bostancı my consent.“I want to hear all about it tomorrow, alright?” Nicole said. I noticed some excitement in her voice. I couldn’t help think about the idea that she would do the same tonight.After work, I hurried home. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted to do tonight. For the first time in weeks, I actually didn’t think about Peter. I felt like Nicole’s idea would really work.When I got home, I took a bottle of champagne and treated myself to some nice bubbles. I don’t drink much so a glass of champagne would definitely help me relax and open up. With the glass in my hand I shut the curtains in the living room and went towards the bedroom. If I wanted to seduce myself I would love to see a nice show, so I decided to stand in front of the mirror and started moving sensually. I moved my hips while stroking my hair and moving downwards to open a button of my shirt. After the second button, I slowly pulled the shirt over my head unveiling my white laced bra. I let my hand move gently from my belly to my breasts. I opened my bra and let it fall on the floor while keeping my eyes focused on the mirror. I saw a sensual body with beautiful breasts. The mirror image cupped one of them and squeezed it which made her release a soft moan. I went closer to her and touched her. Our hands met while her other hand disappeared in her skirt. I felt my mirror image rubbing on my wet panties. I couldn’t resist and had to see what was going in.

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I tilted my head to one side to get a better look at Alison’s ass as she stooped to refill the printer in the center of the office. The door of my office framed the image perfectly.One of the main reasons I chose this office when joining the company was due to the great view of both the printer station and the water cooler I had from behind my desk when the door was open. I reclined further into my chair and let my eyes linger on the sight in front of me, thankful somewhat that there were no members of E management has its perks after all. Her being single was always a bonus; you tend to be able to flirt more with the single girls.After a minute or so of fidgeting with the printer, she moved off back to her workstation and out of view of my office. Thankful for the few minutes Ümraniye Escort respite, I returned to my work for the day with the thought of that full, biteable ass lending both a smirk to my lips and a slight bulge to my trousers.After a dull afternoon of sending chain emails and checking my stocks online, 5pm finally rolled around and the familiar sounds of people heading home filtered through my doorway. It didn’t take people long to thin out once they were no long required to be here. The office emptied and I took the opportunity to go and refill my coffee.I liked to stay behind after the worker bees have left; it made me look like I actually did something to justify my large salary and sometimes people left their workstations Ümraniye Escort Bayan unlocked. The latter provided me the opportunity to read through some interesting private emails…I wandered across the shop floor towards the kitchen area and noticed Alison was still at her small desk amid a pile of printed letters and empty envelopes. Her suit jacket was draped over the back of her chair and in this light, I could just make out her white bra beneath her shirt. Perched on the edge of her desk sat Karl, one of the young up-and-comers in the company whom I was scheduled to interview in two days hence for a position in middle-management. I watched the two of them casually as I refilled my mug from the coffee machine.Karl sat in a Escort Ümraniye pose of obvious flirtation, his knees wide and his dark muscled arms folded over his chest. Alison sat back in her chair, giggling at something the young man had said and I noticed the slight shrug in her shoulders that suggested she was pushing her already ample breasts out to their full potential.Karl generally had that effect around the office; he was young, black, good looking, and had the kind of unattainable physique middle aged men like myself could only look at in envy. I also knew that there was only a handful of women in the office he hadn’t slept with, married women included. I could tell Alison was interested but she was possessed of that shy demeanor that meant Karl was going to have to work at his conquest.My coffee mug full, I wandered back to my office. Both Karl and Alison hushed their conversation as I made a point of strolling closer to their workstation. Karl nodded his head at me and gave me his customary “Evenin’ Boss.” I returned a knowing smirk and slipped casually into my office.

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Martina sat on a kitchen stool, polishing the cutlery, as she listened to the gentle hum of the washing machine. It was a Saturday morning and she had got up early to make up for taking the previous day as a holiday. She hadn’t dressed properly, as she had expected to be alone, and had put her hair in two loose bunches and thrown on a pair of grey shorts and a white vest. She had been with Olivia and Ben for three weeks now, and had attended to her duties assiduously and not once given Olivia cause to regret her appointment. Yes, Olivia would rather she didn’t go around quite so semi-dressed at times. But she wasn’t so inadequately attired for it to be an issue, and it was only in the morning, after all.Martina looked up as she heard the door click open, and Ben came through still looking rather sleepy wearing just a pair of combat shorts and a bare torso.“Martina! You’re up early.”“Good morning, Ben. Sleep well?”“Yes, I didn’t know you were… I’ll go dress.”“Rubbish. You’re okay. I’ll make for you some coffee.”“Thank you. It’s going to be a hot one,” said Ben, looking at the sunlight, which was blazing through the window.Martina allowed herself a little smirk and turned to Ben.“A hot one?”“Eh? I mean the weather.”She turned and looked at him, as she plunged the rod on the cafetière and then gazed down at his bare chest and well defined arms.“You have nice konstrukce, Ben,” she said.“Construksi?”“Yes… svalstvo… muscles!”“Well, it’s the press ups, probably,” said Ben, pleased at the compliment.She placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him and stroked his right biceps. Ben followed the contours of her thighs and bum and looked up at her and began to get the first hard-on of the morning.“I will make for you toast. You like marmalade?”Ben could have corrected her faulty grammar, but he actually liked the way she talked. It added to her appeal. Almost a week had passed since she had wanked him through his shorts, in her room. Since then she had continued her skilful flirtation and innuendo, which she disguised behind her faltering English. Neither of them had alluded to the incident. It had been left behind closed doors and – as Martina had said, ‘their fantasy.’It felt unreal for Ben. He was still a virgin, but had now gone a whole lot further than he ever had with a girl. Never the less, there was still so much he didn’t know and had never experienced. He looked at Martina in her shorts and his mind did somersaults. He almost dare not imagine the wonderfully warm and moist treasures that lay underneath. He regularly tugged himself off to porn on his laptop. He had seen close-ups of a pussy, but that was a million Kadıköy Escort miles away from the real thing. He turned to gaze at her gorgeous bum as she put the slices of bread in the toaster, turning just in time to dodge being caught. In a way, he wanted to be caught. He wanted her to admonish him for his lust. Yet he wasn’t sure if he was ready, or if his pounding heart could cope with the stress. He looked at her shapely legs and the teasingly brazen outline of her pussy lips. “It will be a minute only. I make for you nice. What are your plans for the day?”“Cello practise, this morning. Then nothing, really.”“No party? I never hear that you go to party. Why is, Ben?”“I don’t know. I’m not… I get invited sometimes.”“You should party. Always on Friday is party time in Prague. Yesterday night, all my friends will be celebrating for the nice weather and outside. Have you been to Prague, Ben?”“No, I never.”“Ah you should do. Maybe when I finish with your Mum, I will show you, and…”Martina’s flow was interrupted by the ‘terchunk’ of the toaster popping up. He ate his breakfast and downed his coffee as the blonde au pair fiddled with the controls of the washing machine. She bent down, revealing a sexy inch or so of her cheeky bottom crack. When she stood up, the cotton of her shorts was trapped between the cheeks. Ben was caught between the basic urges to fill his stomach and the demands of his testosterone. He watched her tousled blonde hair, not yet combed, fall around her shoulders, as she piled the washing into a yellow basket. She bent down, facing him and her breasts jiggled freely, visible over the top of her loose-fitting vest.She looked up and followed his gaze.“Is breakfast with podívaná, Ben?” she said, giggling naughtily. “Hmmm?” “Breakfast with a peepshow!” she translated. You will get me fired!” She picked up the basket, chuckling to herself and carried it out into the garden, leaving Ben to finish his toast.After breakfast, the normality of the weekend kicked in. Martina went to the gym, Olivia joined her friend for a few games of tennis and Ben went to practise the cello with his cohorts at the local church hall. His cello kept him sane, as his hormones and the demands of his college work colluded to place him on an emotional roller coaster. On top of all that, he had Martina to contend with. A 21 year-old Czech blonde, who was impossibly sexy and seemed to delight in getting him aroused without any effort. Marshalling his confidence around Martina had its benefits and Ben had grown a little bolder with girls at college and had begun to feel less of a jerk and Kadıköy Escort Bayan was less tongue tied when talking to the hotter students in his group. He knew he had to relate to girls as people first and as sex bunnies second, and somehow all his lustful energy had been directed towards the au pair. It was like even the hottest girls in his group played second fiddle to her. That at least was the positive interpretation of his situation. The other side of the coin, was that she embodied all the qualities that defined his teenage preoccupation with sex. There was a sexual tension building, which he was finding difficult to control. She only had to look at him in a certain way and it would give him an erection. He wasn’t even sure if that was normal. His father was away at just a crucial time in his adolescence. It was hardly something he could broach on his weekly Skype with him and he certainly couldn’t ask his Mum.As he prepared to pack up his cello, he wondered how Martina was doing in the gym. The corollary of that thought was naturally of her taking a shower after her work out. He was beginning to lose command of his own imagination and it led to his inevitable arousal. He stood up and used his cello case as a convenient shield, as he spoke to one of his fellow musicians. After the events at breakfast and then spending longer in the kitchen than he had intended, he had gone out with his urges unfulfilled. Thinking of the au pair was making his cock uncomfortably hard and balls ache. He seriously needed to sort himself out.When he got home, he rushed upstairs, but to his dismay found his mother in his room with the technician who had come to install the broadband upgrade. He had forgotten about that, so he took a deep breath and went down to play on his Soccer Wii – taking penalties. It took his mind off things, until he heard the front door go, and Martina entered, her hair all fluffy and looking very sporty in her thigh length lycra shorts and tight top. “What are you playing,” she asked, dropping her sports bag in the hall.“It’s Match of the Day.”“What is? Is soccer game? Can I have a go?”“Sure. You stand on this mat and press that button when you want to shoot.”“Okay. I will take a penalty.”“Sure. Stand here.”“Here?”“No here.” Ben put his hands on Martina’s waist and guided her to the right spot. Martina looked round at him, giving him a heart-stoppingly sexy glance.After a couple of goes she scored and celebrated, which made them both laugh.“Do you have Grand Slam, the tennis game?”“Yeah, I do.”“Okay, we must play some time, and I will beat you.”“I’m quite good!” Escort Kadıköy said Ben, confidently.“We will see!” she countered, beaming.“But now I go to change and study for the English, Ben. Maybe you like to help with me?”“With the English?”“Yes. It is well? You can correct my mistakes.”“Well, yes sure.”“I just go to change into something and I will listen for you knock.”Ben switched off the Wii and packed it into its box, and his Mum came down with the technician, and saw him out.“Good session with the cello, Ben?”“Yes, fine. I’m going to help Martina with her English…”“Good. I think she’ll benefit from it. She’s coming on though isn’t she?”“Yeah, definitely. Ummm… I’ll just go up.”“Good. Oh by the way. I’ve been asked to take a conference Monday and Tuesday. I’m leaving tomorrow after dinner, so you’ll be in charge!”“You’re staying over?” said Ben, comprehending that he would be alone with Martina for two nights.“Yes, it’s in Bath of all places. I’m sure you’ll cope, and Martina’s great.”“Oh yeah, great. That’s good then.”“Yes. Well I better read up on the agenda. Are you okay, Ben?”“Me? Yeah, I’m fine.”“Good. See you later.”Ben gave a thumbs up to his Mum went upstairs.Ben’s genital issues were now becoming a real problem. The realisation of spending two nights in the house alone with the au pair, was producing a kaleidoscope of erotic scenarios and his cock was stirring again. He just needed a few minutes alone to relieve the frustration and he would be okay. He tip toed past Martina’s room, but managed to find the loose floor board, which was the wiring access and it betrayed his presence.“It’s open,” Ben, came Martina’s silky Czech voice.Ben froze and pulling himself together, pushed open her door.Martina was lying on her belly, her knees bent and her feet crossed behind her, as she read a book. She was wearing a short, pleated skirt and a summery buttonless shirt, which was tied above her midriff. She turned over and bent one leg, as she looked at Ben. He wanted not to ogle, but his gaze went straight to her white panties, which were impossible to miss, in the way that she was now lying on her bed. Ben could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, by the way her up tilted breasts were pointing through the silk of her blouse.“Come and sit here while I read, Ben.”Martina had put on a little lipstick and gloss and sprayed on a little of her favourite perfume. He tried to block out the effects she had on him, but it was too much; especially with her sultry smile and that beautiful Prague accent.“Do you not want to help me with the English, Ben?”“Yes, why?”“I think you don’t like to teach me.”“No, it’s fine.”“Always it is fine, Ben!” she said, stifling a giggle.“I’m always saying ‘fine’ it’s me. I know I’m a bit lame, sometimes.”“Lame? What is lame?”“Sort of predictable and boring.”“No, I don’t think you are boring. “You don’t change you, Ben. You are… pohledný…” Martina paused thinking for the English word.

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I woke up again in a damp puddle. My pussy was so sticky and aroused, it literally itched. My clit was pointing also and highly sensitive; so sensitive, it pulsed inward and outward when I touched it. I could feel my fleshy curtains full of heat and highly ruffled, like they were waiting to part for something hard. God, sometimes I wished I was not so sexual. As soon as I turned sixteen, the hormones waged war inside my body, and all I craved was sex. Even when I could not have it, I always found some hard item to stick up inside me. Now I am twenty-five, and still today, my body needs sexual release. I’d just rather it be while I was awake, but I am used to it by now. At least once a week, I wake up all gooey and so aroused it almost hurts. It hurts because, while I soak the sheets, get all sticky, and my clit naturally pokes out, I never have full release. Just as men got blue balls, I got slanted slit. To Pendik Escort me, it feels like my sensual flaps tie themselves in a perfect knot, pulled as tightly as possible, but the feeling never goes away until some kind of hard item enters my pounding pussy. Many times, that hard item is the bedpost. Really. Somehow, I perfected how to position my body over it. Do not ask me how. I just do it. The oval shape of it is absolutely perfect. The narrow point of the top allows for easy entrance. I can feel my fleshy curtains part and accept my oval bedpost with ease since it always got so wet. I loved the feeling of how my labia stretched to slip over it to accommodate its fullness. I especially loved how my lips folded over the indentation in the wood once the oval shape had filled me. My labia became an elastic band that spread to accommodate a foreign object and then closed over Pendik Escort Bayan it, enclosing the mass inside. The feeling of my pink lips shutting it inside was a feeling I would never tire of feeling. I always loved how my wet core slathered the egg-shaped smooth piece of polished wood inside my pink hole. It always allowed me to move my body over it in rhythmic motions that brought out feelings of sexual bliss. I never needed anything with ridges to get off. As long as something hard was deep inside me, I always made it work. Once I started to move my body up and down over the bedpost, I could feel my ruffled lips part and stretch to numbing tingles. The feeling always sent shivers through my body as my pussy lips pulled apart to slide over the round oval apparatus. Lowering myself back over it was the best part because as I felt it slowly go back inside; the fullness Escort Pendik gave me a sense of closure. I was never concerned of ripping my enclosure. The elasticity of my pussy was my best quality. It could wrap around anything that had a round head. My hot liquid always lubricated the bedpost so generously that my labia never folded over onto themselves. I was always so dripping wet, my naturalness coated every inch of my ten centimeter long slit. I loved how my sexual lips just slid along the wet smoothness as I bounced on top of my bedpost. I would always pause slightly when I lowered myself back over it because the feeling of my labia tightening over the indentation, gripping the thinness of it as the heavy shape filled me, gave me the feeling of tightness, even though I had taken a thick object inside. The only way I could describe the feeling was that my labia wrapped around the bottom of the bedpost, closing around it like a zipper, securing safely the item deep inside. The tightening of my lips around the base always made me moan. But as I moved upward, my body would be so aroused finally, my clit would pop out as my pussy lips stretched over the thick roundness to release the hold.

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Dylan Cruz is by far the most attractive person Amber had ever met. Met, not seen, she’d like to emphasize, as a good handful of conventionally attractive people she’s liked looking at aren’t all that pretty anymore after she’s gotten to know them properly. That’s the thing about Dylan; Amber hadn’t paid much attention to him initially, and didn’t know much about him beyond what most people do when they meet him for the first time: loud, hilarious, witty, and fun to talk to. With a friendly sense of humor and the personality of a beagle, he’s definitely popular on campus for his charisma. It was only after he came up to her—asking for some help on an assignment, since he cut a class that week—that she started getting to know him well. Too well, actually. Admittedly, it was pretty weird at first, being able to relate to someone so easily—but now, she may just be as close to him as he is with his roommate Seth. Even though those two have been together for a longer period of time and harbor a special connection probably only reserved for soulmates or something, she’s managed to slip herself into their dynamic relatively easily. But what’s even weirder is how dear, he—and Seth, by extension, by fortune, by providence—are to her now, so much so she finds herself missing people she’s already with. As if she’d been missing them way before she even knew who they were. “Hey, where do you wanna eat?” Amber asks as everyone starts filing out of the classroom. “We could try that new Korean barbecue place?” Dylan suggests. His newly dyed blonde hair isn’t parted today. With his bangs swiping gingerly across his eyebrows, his face looks a lot rounder and younger than usual. Amber has to suppress the urge to take him into her arms (no matter how much she knows he wouldn’t mind). It doesn’t help that the cold air tickles his cheeks into a deep peach, as if his fluffy yellow sweater and bulky brown coat didn’t warm him up enough.“Ugh, but I bet that place is packed right now.”“Yeah, true,” Dylan agrees solemnly. Normally he’d be the type to go either way, but the dark rings under his eyes and stray sighs of exhaustion say otherwise. He’s told Amber that he’s been finding it difficult to sleep lately, despite how tired he’s been. Though she’s not sure what to chalk it up to—if it’s all the requirements and studying he has to do with finals right around the corner, or if it’s just the simple fact that he needs to eat more—he’s been hesitant to talk about it in detail, let alone why. The best Amber can do is brew his tea, stay by his side, and hope that’s enough to compel the universe to let him rest soundly.Suddenly, he perks up, brows lifting up the bangs across his forehead cartoonishly, “You could come over and I could make you something?”  “Definitely.” Her urge to embrace him is getting harder and harder to suppress as he smiles with all his teeth and his cheeks. Amber thinks to herself that this is better; this is the Dylan she knows, “All right then, it’s a date,” Dylan says with his cheekiest smile. He’s normally this flirty with almost everyone, so she tries not to think too much of it as she responds with a playful, “Oh, you spoil me too much, babe.” Dylan chuckles at that, looking down at Amber’s small frame, before taking her hand into his. He’s a naturally Bostancı Escort touchy person, and Amber doesn’t mind holding his hand for a bit since they’re pretty close friends anyway. But it’s the last thing she expects when he brings her hand to his lips, kissing chastely along her knuckles. “Anything for you, love.”That’s what shocks Amber into standing completely still for a few moments, brain scrambling to make sense of the action. Okay, this is just Dylan, her poor old frazzled brain supplies, So this must be some kind of joke, and ends up masking her denial with rationalization, Yeah! For sure, this is a joke. She decides to let out an awkward laugh, playfully nudging at Dylan’s chest. “Haha, keep that up and I’ll think you actually like me.”“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” is his response, quirking his lips into a smirk. “Only because you’re a good cook,” Amber says, before realizing her hand is still in Dylan’s hold. She quickly releases to pick up her bag, trying hard not to remember the sensation of his lips against her skin. “Anyways, let’s go.” —  The thing about Dylan is that it’s not a slap in the face how attractive he is. He’s more of like, a relaxing massage, really. There are times when Amber’s just casually talking to him and she’s focused on how his gaze is sinking into her slowly, allowing her to focus on just how deep brown his eyes are, until she’s struck with the intense need to look closer, and find out just how much deeper they go. Until the color sinks into her, and she’s already lost track of what he’s saying. Other times, it feels like the puncture of a needle. Like when she watched him slip out of all of his thicker layers of clothing, leaving him in a thin black shirt that embraced his torso too well. It worries her to think that he’s been working out lately, for a myriad of complicated reasons that mostly boil down to him losing some of the roundness in his cheeks, and on the other hand, Amber losing her general sanity. But if he enjoys it, then she doesn’t say anything about it. Amber likes Dylan in any way he wishes to present himself. “Want some tea?” he offers, looking through some cabinets. “Sure,” Amber says, sinking easily into his and Seth’s squeaky couch, making herself comfortable as she brings her knees into her chest. “Where’s Seth?” “Sleeping,” Dylan says as the water begins to settle down from its boil. “That’s good—that’s something both of you need to do right now.” Then Dylan walks over to her, holding an enticingly warm mug of tea that wafts into her nose like incense. He sits next to her, “I think it’s what you need to do too.” “Mhm,” Amber hums in agreement. When she takes a long, satisfying sip from her tea, she feels her eyelids get heavier. Instantly, the liquid spreads across her chest and relaxes her muscles. Damn, where did Dylan get this tea? She wonders, as her vision slowly eases into the dark blur of slumber. —What stirs Amber awake is a warm weight clinging on the side of her body, calming but heavy as it stalls her movements. It’s difficult, then, to discern whether she’s awake or not, but when she blinks her eyes open, she’s met with a mess of blonde hair and sleepy eyes. It’s Dylan, all cute and puffy from his nap. As if on cue, his cheeks tint a Bostancı Escort Bayan peachy color as soon as she wakes up fully and focuses on his face. “I—Uh—I’m so sorry, I just got cold and the heater is jammed so it isn’t really doing its job as a heater” Dylan starts explaining, already scrambling to get off of her. (At the back of her mind she wonders how the heck she managed to get to the bed when she was on the couch just a moment ago). But, that aside, she does like laying with Dylan. So, she holds him tighter by the waist, keeping him still against her body. “It’s okay, we can still cuddle a bit.”“Oh,” his cheeks blush deeper, “All right,” he says, before he gets closer to her with a satisfied hum. “What about me? I’m pretty cold too,” Dylan says from the edge of the bed, and wait. What? She looks at the Dylan in her arms, who simply blinks at her with sleepy eyes and a kissable pout, then raises herself on her elbows only to see. Another Dylan. Whose hair is a clean black, parted at the right and swept to the side, and stands there clad in the fitted black shirt and jeans from earlier. It’s a stark contrast to the blonde Dylan in her arms, whose hair is a fluffy mess of bangs, all bundled up in a baggy sweater. She blinks her eyes heavily, once, twice, thrice. “Surprised?” they both say at the same time. Blonde Dylan’s voice is accompanied by a yawn. Dark-haired Dylan’s voice was accompanied with a quirk of his lips. “Huh.” By the time she realizes that the edges of her vision are slightly blurred, and that the control she has over her body is slightly hazy, she concurs that this must be a dream for sure. A very lucid one. “Well,” She lies back down, confident that she’d processed everything correctly. Black-haired Dylan simply chuckles, as the Dylan beside her wraps his arms around her torso and curls into her.“Hey, no going back to sleep now,” dark-haired Dylan says, as he walks toward her beside. She cranes her head up at him, and suddenly feels a wave of bleary heat course through her as he looks down at her. She thinks she’s seen this kind of Dylan plenty of times before, at the library, when she’d rounded a corner and spotted him gazing out of the window. She couldn’t guess what he was thinking, but in that moment he appeared so profound he struck her as captivating. As if he could take one glance at her and know her entire story. But there’s something different this time—something more intense and more hypnotizing. A darkness in his gaze that dominates her senses. He drags an elegant hand up her chest, “You see, I’m an incubus. And I’ve been starving these past few weeks,” then wraps his fingers around her neck, drumming a gentle beat into her veins. “Since I wanted to wait and try tasting you at your ripest.” He tightens his fingers, as the blonde Dylan beside her hums and draws circles into her stomach (she can hear him faintly whispering, “so hungry”). “Do you understand?” Dylan’s hands move up to grip her jaw underneath strong fingers. Amber gulps under his grip, not knowing how to respond. “Let me ask that again, all nice and clear.” He grips just that bit tighter, threatening to choke her throat, “Will you behave for me?” At that, he tilts his head in the direction of his smirk. Suddenly Escort Bostancı Amber’s compelled to do anything for a man with a gaze like that—so, she nods once, but slow and cautiously. His fingers loosen at that, but at the back of her mind she admits that she misses the electricity of his deeper touch. But in less than a moment, the blonde Dylan slips a hand underneath her shirt, “Hmm, wanna have you now,” he says, before nuzzling his face into her neck and pressing his lips against her skin. The line of warmth he draws from her jaw down to her clavicle coerces a breathy sigh out of her—but before she can make any more noise, the side of the bed dips down at the weight of the other Dylan who bends and angles her face to his. He commands her into an intense kiss, catching her lips and inviting them open with a slip of his tongue. The deepness of the kiss has Amber sitting up to get even deeper, craning her head to the side to slot her tongue against his more decadently. One of them pulls her shirt over her head, and both of them run their hands feverishly across her bare body. Going infinitely dizzy at the stream of distinct sensations that surge through her, she tightens her hold into someone’s hair—just too hazed out to figure out whose. Either way, both Dylans let out sounds: one easy sigh, and the other a deep groan. Still, though, despite the haze, there’s a question dangling at the tip of her tongue. So as soon as the black-haired Dylan pulls away, she asks breathlessly: “Uhm….so…why are there two of you?” At that, he laughs. “I was wondering when you’d ask that.” He smiles as if amused by her curiosity. “You see, incubi specialize in materializing what you desire the most,” His hand drags up her waist to squeeze at a breast, “As for me, I’m particularly good at constructing desirable personalities.” He kisses down her face, while the blonde Dylan kisses down the shell of her ear. “Usually though, my victims stick to one version of me. But based on my observations, you seem to long for two varieties.” “Cute, innocent, and friendly,” the blonde Dylan mutters by her ear, and his needy voice is too hard to resist playing around with—so Amber turns her head and slots her lips into his, savoring the sweet moan she manages to draw out of him. “Mature, smart, and dependable,” the black-haired Dylan adds, before biting at her neck and sucking, fingers pulling at a nipple to coax a noise out of Amber. “D-Dylan—” she gasps out, as another hand slides in from behind to dip in between her legs, palming at her wetness. Pulling off of her neck he looks at Amber with a strict gaze, before harshly tugging at her stiffened buds, and ordering, “That’s Sir to you.”On the other hand, behind her, the blonde Dylan says kindly, “You can just call me Dylan if you want,” as he draws gratifying circles around her clit, his lithe index fingers pressing so deliciously into it that it makes her thighs twitch. “Kiss me?” Dylan asks, and who is she to deny him? Amber captures his lips into an easy kiss, and another, and another, as if she can’t get enough of the flavor and the sensation. All the while, someone is kissing down the planes of her thighs, critically near her wet core. “How about you get more comfortable—here, lie down,” Dylan suggests as he guides her body back down on the bed, her head resting upon his thigh. In this new position she has a dangerously handsome face in between her legs, kissing at her abdomen and purposefully avoiding where she needs him the most. “Sir, please,”  she gasps out desperately. “Please what?” he asks, before blowing at her wetness. 

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Earlier in the week, Brian called Tim, inviting him and the rest of the ‘gang,’ including Sam, to a football game on Saturday.  Not just any football game but a match between ‘their team’ and the one that Brian roots for.  They are terrific seats as they are comps from the bank.  Brian also is hiring a van and driver to take them to the stadium about fifty kilometers away.Matt, Luke, John, Peter, Mark, Tim, Sam, and Brian will make a day of it.  The van is picking everyone up in the morning and getting them home safely in the evening.  There will be much drinking and merriment.  It will be good for the guys to all be together for a day.oOoAfter last night between Abbie and Tim, he drives her to work again today, and they talked a little more.  Abbie tells him that since he and Sam will be gone all day on Saturday, she will invite Grace to go through the clothes she is discarding.  Grace can choose anything she likes first before Abbie sent the items to the charity shops.Tim thinks that would be an excellent idea, though he does kid Abbie, “So, you are going to make your mini-me look even more like you, eh?  How are Sam and I going to tell you two apart?”  It got the laugh he is trying for from Abbie. But in response, she warns Tim he better not confuse the two of them, or he would find something missing, and Sam could have a real surprise on his hand.They laugh and are in good spirits when Tim drops her off.  As Abbie kisses him goodbye, Tim tells her, “Honey, I think we should go back to driving to work together most of the time again.  I have missed this time together.”  Kissing him again, Abbie agrees.oOoWhen Grace arrives on Thursday to do the cleaning, she sees that Abigail’s room is unlocked, a sign for her to clean in there.  At least once a month, Grace does unlock the room to dust and such.  But when it is left unlocked, she knows it has been used and needs the sheets changed and more. It is on these occasions especially that feeling churn in Grace so much.Entering the room, Grace sees, though straightened some, that the bed is rumbled and should have its sheets changed.  And the hairbrush and paddle are on the side table.  Grace can’t help herself but starts to drip, imagining what went on in Anadolu Yakası Escort the room.  And recently from the lustful scent still heavy in the room.She gives into temptation, lowers her pants, bends over the desk this time, and notices the smell even more potent.  Grace knows spanking herself with first the hairbrush for about twenty-five strokes and then the paddle the same is not anywhere as good as it could be if someone else did it to her.Since this last year of uni began in September, Grace has been getting more and more stressed out.  Her work and grades are exemplary, but that is never good enough for Grace.  She feels guilty slacking off some this summer.Spending time with Sam and playing, rather than mastering the three additional languages she had planned to.  Oh, she knows them well enough to pass any interpreter’s exam but to just get by is not of the standards she sets for herself.Grace has been accepted in the master’s program at University College London next year already, with more or less a guarantee to move on to their doctorate program.  Everyone is impressed with Grace’s abilities except Grace, who expects so much more from herself.She keeps this self-deprecation to herself for the most part.  Abbie sees it some, as she does the same to herself too often.  Sam knows there are things bothering Grace, but when he tries to ask and talk about it, Grace fluffs it off.Grace still wants to approach Sam about helping her with this.  And spanking her regularly when she falls short of her standards, Grace thinks, would really help her.  But just how to bring it up?  Sam and Grace had talked some about Abigail’s room and the rules she has, more as it being something different. Nothing more.So, for now, until Grace builds up her courage to approach Sam about it, she settles for self-spanking every few weeks.  The sting that lingers as she cleans helps Grace prioritize her work and outline assignments to complete.While the sting, and any coloring, is gone by the time Abbie and Tim get home Thursday evenings, Abbie’s astuteness can usually tell when Grace has taken advantage of Abigail’s room.  She never says anything, as she knows Grace will work Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan out her need for herself when she is ready.oOoThursday’s dinner was as lovely as always, even with an extended crowd now.  From the start of Abbie, Tim, and Grace; to adding Sam; then Les and Phoebe; now Mark and Brian, the conversation, joking, festivities, and good food, just gets better and better.Tim had always shopped at Mark’s grocery store for the best items, but now, Mark will set aside Tim for Thursday dinners or bring something extra for all to enjoy.And Phoebe will bring new creations she wants to try on them before introducing the dishes at the Peacock to get their reaction.Tonight, the men were all wrapped up in the game Saturday.  They rarely got to see their team play live, and now with such front and center seats to enjoy.  They kid with Brian that he will be drowned out cheering for that ‘other team,’ which Brian takes in good spirits.At one point, Abbie gets Grace aside to invite her over on Saturday if she would like to look through some of Abbie’s cast-off clothes.  Abbie realizes she does not want to make Grace think she sees her as a charity case, but it is an open offer.Grace is surprised and grateful for such an offer.  Abbie’s clothes are at a level she could never afford (at least not now in her life), and to have things to look more professional and stylish as her life is now progressing is a welcome offer.Both are pleased with the possibility. It is planned for Grace to spend Saturday with Abbie.oOoThe guys pumped for the game are off in the van.  Equipped with ale for the journey to the match, but Brian is careful that too much isn’t offered, and plenty of snacks accompany the drinks.All the women seeing them off are sure there will be very happy fellows returning to them tonight, regardless of how the match turns out.  Shortly after Tim and Sam join the sojourn Grace arrives at Abbie’s house.After a cup of tea chatting about the men’s adventure, Abbie opens a bottle of wine, grabs a couple of glasses, and leads Grace upstairs to her large walk-in closet.It is like the backroom of a fashion show.  Both Grace and Abbie are down to their Escort Anadolu Yakası bras and panties as Abbie hands outfit after outfit to Grace to try on.  While she does, Abbie is putting her new dresses on to see if she really likes them or not.Looking at themselves in the three-sided mirror at the back of the closet is fun.  They find themselves adjusting the outfits of each other to lie perfectly.  Grace loves every garment she tries on. Looking so much more sophisticated in these clothes than her usual slapped-together look.The two are having fun, laughing, and enjoying the time together.  Sipping on their glasses of wine, they are getting giddier as the afternoon goes on.  Grace looks so good in the ensembles Abbie is casting off.  Abbie tries on her new items to accept, cuts the tags, and hangs them in her wardrobe.  After most of the outfits have been decided on, the lingerie is still to be considered. In her current undies, Abbie runs to the kitchen for a new bottle of wine.  Filling their glasses again, the two are giggling like teenagers picking out dresses for the prom.Abbie and Grace have already had many twin moments in front of the mirror.  Seeing each other looking so alike causes a strange stir in them both. Now, in just underwear, they stare at their images in the mirror.  Abbie in an alluring bra and panties she just purchased, and Grace in lace panties and shelve bra of Abbie’s.  Seeing two almost identical images three times in the mirror brings a strange yearning over each of them.For months, they have cared about each other.  They have been drawn to each other in a friendship.  This strange connection of looking so alike but being so different has played a part since the start. Catching each other’s eyes in the mirror, each sees something different, just for a moment.For Abbie, to see the perfect, younger image of herself in Grace.  An image that will always remain as such more or less; yes, will age, but as a female ages, and still, be beautiful.  It is this fleeting sorrow that she tried to explain to Tim that worries her as she ages.  A worry Grace will never have.But it is more than that as they stand gazing at themselves in the mirror. Looking down, seeing the smoothness of the folds of Grace’s panties sends shivers through Abbie.For Grace, this exact image of herself, just a bit older and so different in major ways.  It makes her wonder what such an existence would be like.  Looking down, seeing that bulge in Abbie’s panties, not that large, but much more than in hers sets Grace to trembling and wondering.

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I have known Leonora “Lonnie” Miles since we were classmates in the sixth grade. Our friendship continued in High School where she was known as my steady date. When we reached the Community College we were still dating exclusive basis and we were even talking of marriage. Our relationship was built upon a solid friendship. We could entertain each other for hours discussing one thing after the other.  Our discussions were fluid and free and confidential. She could tell me anything and I could tell her anything.  It wasn’t totally platonic though we did mess around though, she did jack me off as well as cup my balls.  I would fondle her breast and pet her pussy. We never went beyond that because she wanted to be a virgin bride. I expressed my love for her and she expressed her love for me.Then Steven Crane came into our lives. Crane was a rich spoiled brat who got anything Kadıköy Escort he wanted. Now he wanted Lonnie.  He took her to fancy restaurants located all over the nation in his family’s private jet. He would take her on trips at the spur of the moment and the world was literally his ballfield.  He knew people and easily impressed this starry-eyed girl from the rust bucket with his introducing her to this or that celebrity or politician.  He bought her anything she desired while I was hard-pressed to afford a movie and a pizza.  I was frustrated and angry, but I was powerless to do anything.Needless to say, she was lured away from me, and finally, was gone. Our last encounter did not end very well.  It was definitely not my finest hour, though I didn’t strike her in my rage.  That was 9 years 10 months ago.Our story begins when Kadıköy Escort Bayan I was sitting in a restaurant in NYC with other colleagues.  A waiter comes up to me handing me a note then he told me that the lady in the dark blue dress sent it for him to deliver.  The note was just one line: “Have you forgotten about me?”I was intrigued by who this mystery woman was, so I excused myself from my colleagues moving to the table the waiter indicated.  I didn’t see anyone I knew and was about to walk away when I saw a hand waving at me.  I discovered that the owner of the hand was Lonnie.  I went up to shake her hand, then to my shock and surprise, she kisses me full upon the lips and darts her tongue in and I dart my tongue into her mouth plus I cup one of her butt cheeks and squeeze it.That illicits “O’s” and giggles from Escort Kadıköy the ladies.  “Lonnie, does he get benefits?”  More giggles.”He’ll be cut off for a month if he doesn’t get his hand off my ass.””Come, Allen, let’s find a table away from these over-sexed horny women.”The waiter finds us a secluded table away from everyone.  As soon as he leaves, Lonnie asks, “Kiss me again.”We give each other a long French kiss.”Allen, we have a lot to discuss.” “Let’s go to my apartment.”She lived in the penthouse thirty-two stories up.  It was luxurious but not gaudy.  “Nice place, Lonnie, it beats your bedroom back home.””It beats yours as well.””Yes, but we had a lot of fun messing around with each other.””Yes we did we, didn’t we?””So, I guess I wasn’t good enough to keep it going was I, Lonnie.””Stop talking like that.  It’s not true.””Excuse me. These shoes are killing me.”About half an hour later she returns. “What do you think?” She had on a black see-through robe.  She was naked underneath.”You are beautiful.””I am yours for taking Allen, take me.”With such an invitation, I began to strip  Once I was naked she took me by the hand leading me to the king-sized bed.  

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