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Urban Explorer 1

I’m not an urban explorer; however, it was a sure thing that I’d go with Danny.

We’ve been neighbors three doors apart most all our lives. Most of the time I’m in my left brain being all analytical and matter of fact. Danny is a right brain creative and adventurous person.

We were on our way home from our Community College classes. I was driving.

“Hey Robbie, let’s go explore the old Playland Park. It’s going to get dozed next week.”

I loved it when Danny got excited about something. She was almost bouncing in the car seat and looking at me with a combination of expressions that all meant a pleading please and a little feminine flirting.

I hit the turn signal for a left.

“Oh, I love you Robbie.” Danny leaned across the console and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Our eyes made momentary direct contact. Danny’s eyes were sparking, sparkling green with a slight blue halo surrounding the green.

I’m no expert at ESP, or mind reading, or telepathy though I know I felt one of her sparks.

I pursed my lips and blew a kiss in return.

Danny is five-foot nine-inches tall. Her hair is a very light brown that goes almost blond in the bright sun. I told you about her eyes. Her face is oval, cute nose above cute kissable lips. No, she is not a knock in the body area, and if you want to argue, no woman is the perfect one. Each is unique and individual and perfect on that basis. Her breasts are smaller than her frame might suggest. Her body does have a nice cut to the waist and swell over her hips.

I moved into the neighborhood when I was six. Danny was also six. Our birthdays were close so we started having our parties together. We were always together and in those 14 years since we were six, we never got close except as friends.

Throughout our middle and high school years we had our steadies. We didn’t travel far from home. College is a community college here in town. We both work at the outlet mall. Danny works at an intimate apparel shop and loves to tease me with stories. I work in the tool store. None of my stories have exciting endings as Danny’s.

The old Playland Park sign was just ahead. I was taking it in and Danny was trying to press her invisible accelerator.

“Please hurry up, Robbie. I can’t wait to get you in there.”

“Jezz, girl, slow down. Get me in there? You’re bouncing in the seat.”

What was left of the gate lay in the middle of the road but not a hazard. I drove over it. The front gate was just a couple of car lengths away so I stopped. Danny was out and around the car to my side trying to get the door open.

“Okay, let me get things locked up, I’m coming.”

“I know you will.” Those words should have registered just as “get you in there,” and the sparks in her eyes should have.

Often, when I’m not moving fast enough for her, Danny will take my hand in a full fist grasp to drag me along. That is what I was expecting today. Instead, I got fingers and thumbs intertwined.

“Danny,” I paused.

“What Robbie?”

I guided her to the back of the ticket booth, our entwined arms went around her waist, my free arm finished the trap. Danny set the bait and I took it. We kissed, timidly, then deeper, then into tonsil licking abandon.

Danny felt my raging hard-on and pressed her mound against it. “I knew it would feel good,” Danny breathlessly sighed when the kiss ended.

I sort of drooped against the ticket booth wall Kolej Escort and Danny just snuggled closer. Neither kept track of time during our stupor.

Finally, Danny rustled a bit, “Come on Robert. We have an URBEX to complete.”

“Robert, what do you mean by Robert?” I was only Robert when someone was angry.”

Danny’s fingers laced in mine tightened. “That was not a Robbie kiss you gave me. That was a full grown Robert, ah, kiss. I’m glad you finally figured it out.”

“What do you mean finally? I’ve always been there for you.” I understood what she intended though in the moment, I pretended to be unaware.

“Robert, you’re playing with me. I said I love you and you just blew me a kiss. Then the ticket booth kiss. That kiss is exactly what I knew it would be. If you had kissed me like that when we were younger…,” her sentence trailed off as we embraced and kissed like lovers in a photo booth.

We crossed that line, we erased that line. My right brain felt things it had only heard of. My left brain processed the data and only returned smiley faces.

“Danny,” she replied with an um. I whispered, “are you my playland park?”

I felt her stir lifting her head. I knew what was coming was going to be life changing.

“The park has not had an opening day yet.” The sparks returned shooting bolts through my eyes into my mind and hundreds bursting in my chest making my heart race.

“Is that an invitation to the ribbon cutting?”

“You’ll be the only witness and the ribbon cutter.”

We began to stroll aimlessly taking in everything happening. The house of mirrors was a mass of shattered glass. The arcade was empty of pinball machines and games. Pieces of the tilt-a-whirl and the rocket lay scattered. The fun house came into view and I could see it was trashed.

“Shall we check the fun house, Robert? It looks a little sketchy doesn’t it?”

I laughed, “After our revelations, fun house has a different meaning now.”

“I know. Knowing how you react to me doesn’t help either. But not now.”

We walked into the fun house. None of the fun house gags were left. Graffiti was everywhere as if it was dueling spray cans.

Danny’s phone rang. “Hi, mom. … I’m with Robert. … Yes, that’s right, Robert. … Playland Park urban exploring. … Yes, me and Robert. … I’ll be home for dinner or I’ll call you. … Jeez us, mom. … The fun house. … With Robert and it’s fun. … By, mom.”

I chuckled, “Mom wants to make sure you’re safe and not doing it?” I smiled and waited for Danny’s reply.

“Come here,” Danny commanded. I obeyed.

We became wrapped in another embrace. Her hands crept lower down my back to cup my ass cheeks.

“She’s terrified, Robert.”

Some place by the old arcade we kissed again and added our temperature to global warming.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long. The thrill of you give me…”

I didn’t finish the sentence. Danny did as she pressed her mound into me again, “… the thrill you give me.”

Everything from the left turn and the “I love you Robbie” to this moment were predestined. It was going to happen.

All restrictions were now gone, I cupped my palm over her shorts on her pubic bone. My fingers extended to the center of her being and massaged. Danny whimpered and slumped against me.

“I think I orgasmed, Robert.” Danny was weak and leaned herself against me, “I knew it would Sincan Escort be good.”

“I wonder how many girls walked out the gate knowing they weren’t going to be virgins much longer?” I drew Danny closer, “How much longer, Danny?”

“We’ll know when, soon.”

Our pace picked up with knowledge of a new sense of urgency.

Usually, I park on the street or in the driveway where Danny waves and heads off toward her home. It was much different this afternoon; I walked her home and we stood at the front door like teens on a first date.

“Is this where we kiss good night before mom flashes the porch light?” It was late afternoon and still plenty of sun, of course. However, the moment had that intense desire to linger even until the door opened.

“Do you have a lot of studying to do tonight?” Danny was standing next to me so sweetly with an arm around my waist.

“Nothing that has a deadline. Why?”

“See me after dinner, Robert.”

The kiss left no doubt in my mind that I’d knock on her door before I could swallow my last bite.

I whispered a faint, “I love you, Danny,” then turned to head home.

My mom can hear a feather hit the ground at 50 paces. It didn’t surprise me that she called out first.

“You’re later than usual.” That’s her canned statement when expecting a detailed response.

“Danny asked me to go on an urban explore with her. It was fun.” One hundred percent the truth although some details were eliminated.

“That doesn’t explain your car in the driveway for 30 minutes before you come.”

“We had a nice couple hours to explore after classes and I decided it would be nice to walk her home once.” Again all true.

“I think you are withholding something. Never mind, get yourself cleaned up and try to dress a little neatly.” There was that tone in her voice that made it clear something was in the wind.

Danny starts calling me Robert after a kiss. She used Robert on the phone with her mother. Now, it comes from my mom. “Robert, I think you are withholding something.

“What can I be withholding?”

I sent a text to Danny: “After dinner at 7?”

Her reply sent shivers, “I have dessert and breakfast.”

To Danny: “People will think we like each other.”

To me: “Or maybe even love each other?”

To Danny: “Head over heels rapidly approaching deeply!”

I took extra time primping for an evening that will change the lives of two people nad two families.

The doorbell chimed. Danny must have been waiting because the door opened less than a moment later. The sight before me was Danny in her radiance. Her hair was neatly pulled back in a ponytail. Her face showed a carefully placed but not overdone makeup that pulled the green of her eyes right into the room. The fabric of her blouse did nothing to conceal the lacy bra underneath. My eyes burst from my head at seeing her satin skin tight slacks. Naked couldn’t be any more revealing.

“Who… Wha… WOW!” A long drawn out wow. “Can I touch this beautiful statue?

“I think she expects you to.”

The inches between us evaporated into a hug and kiss making our bodies mesh into one fabric. Danny made little sighs as I raked my fingers up and down her back. Each stroke drifted closer to the satan fabric of her pants.

My fingertips raked over the satan fabric, over the crest of her butt where my palms opened to pull her against me.

Danny Yenimahalle Escort was whimpering louder and thrust herself againat against me. I held her, pulled her tighter with thrust. I encouraged her softly, “Cum Danny.”

Danny convulsed hard and again, finally quizering, shaking, and moaning as she rode out an orgasm. I wondered what it would be like when Danny is ready.

“Hold me Robert. Oh, please hold me.” Danny was having the last waves of orgasm wash over her. “Will I cum like this when we make love?”

“We are making love, Danny.”

“This morning it dawned and I felt something special.”

“I don’t think you finished your thought.”

The total contentment on Danny’s face was pleasing to look at. She looked relaxed and at ease.

“I didn’t, I will.”

“Danny, we’re alone?” We had to be. The display we just put on was ripe for softcore porn.

“The whole house is ours.” Danny’s breathing was returning to normal but she was having problems with her legs. “Robert, why did you give me our first kiss like that this afternoon?”

“I heard your hints and clues. I was sure when you twined your fingers in mine. You always grab my wrist and drag me along. The cool shade in the shadow of the ticket booth was the place and time.”

Danny wilted a bit more. “Robert, it was special.”

The feeling of her breath on my neck, sensing her nipples through the fabric of our clothes, the globes of her butt still being touched by my palms, the feeling of her in my arms, I couldn’t hold out.

“I’m going to cum,” I was gritting my teeth, “You sweet darling, I’m cumming!” I wet myself thoroughly.

“That’s astonishing! I feel it pulsing. Oh my gawd Robert! It’s beautiful!”

Now I was feeling a little weak-kneed. “Will you greet me at the door like this forever?”

There was that distinct aroma of sex in the air. We both inhaled and exhaled deeply, regaining our composure.

I had a mess in my pants and didn’t know how to tell Danny about the discomfort.

“Ah, Robert,” Danny tentatively started.

“Yes?”

“Do you need the bathroom as badly as me?” She twined her fingers in mine and led me to her bedroom.

Danny was supposed to have a brother or sister and the family made matching bedrooms connected by a Jack they fell to our knees. We did that funny dance everyone does who is trying to get naked in a hurry. It was a tumble onto the mattress and a grabbing at the last barriers of our clothing.

The full scent of our previous door greeting was in the air. “It’s time. Don’t waste it Robert.”

Danny made clear with her posture she wanted me on top in missionary position. Danny was neatly trimmed and labia glistened. The tip of my cock touched her lightly causing Danny to lurch from the pleasure of the touch.

The moan from the light touch turned into a scream as Danny filled with cock. There wasn’t resistance like I believed there would be.

“It’s true, Robert,” Danny moaned and panted for breath. “It hurts so good.”

After having a moment to realize that she had a cock filling her and adjusting to it, I began to feel her pelvis gyrating slightly under me. I found her rhythm and countered. The depth and height of her gyrations grew as her excitement built.

Danny was almost incoherent, “I like it,” in a gasp. “No hurt,” in a pant.

The final scream was too much. I felt something wet soaking us. “Ca aah ahh om om om ing!”

“Oh, Danny! Me too.” The nano-moment that our two essential life juices mingled a shock wave blasted over us, a new wave of orgasm rapture to ride out.

I was wilting and slipped away from my warm nest. Danny and I could only gaze into our eyes. I don’t know what Danny read in my eyes, I saw her total surrender of love and felt the aura warm us.

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The note on the front desk of the youth hostel was simple and brief.

‘Picking fruit. Free board and lodging and a good wage. Hours 7 AM to 12 PM. Single rooms, swimming pool. Tell the desk if you are interested and I will pick you up at 9 AM. Pedro.’

Kathy was there at 9 AM and there was another tall Swedish boy that she hadn’t seen before. Kathy was not her real name, but you couldn’t easily pronounce the original Khadija, from Somalia. She was very tall, good-looking, great smile and was 27 years old. The Swedish boy, Oscar, was 18, tall and blonde and strong. At 9 o’clock a middle-aged Spanish man walked up to the desk and asked if they were the two who were coming and when they responded in the affirmative, he took them out to his car. It was only a 20 minute drive and they arrived at a large orchard with a nice house in the front and in the back an annex with four separate rooms, a kitchen, and a small swimming pool.

“Put your luggage in the room and we’ll go out to the orchard until midday. “

There were others picking fruit as well who must have been locals.

“Here is a basket, fill it up and somebody will come and pick it up and give you another one. When the bell rings at 12 o’clock you can go back to the rooms and have some lunch.”

Kathy was not used to physical work like this and after lunch said to Oscar, “I’m going to have a nap for a while.”

When she looked out the window of her room two hours later she could see Oscar lying on his towel next to the pool with nothing on at all. Kathy stood back from the window so that she could not be seen but her eyes were transfixed on the naked body in front of her and especially on his large penis flopping to one side of his body while the sun beat down. It brought back memories of when she had last been with her husband two years ago before he was imprisoned and she tried to remember the last time they had had sex. It’d been two long years and the desire to have sex again was welling up in her mind. What to do? She knew they were alone. Valour was the better part of discretion. She opened the door and walked towards Oscar whose eyes opened as she approached. He could see she was still dressed.

“You should have a swim. The water is beautiful and warm.”

“I haven’t got a costume”.

“Neither have I. Why don’t you just swim with your clothes on?”

“Okay. I could try that.”

She slipped her bra from under the top and took her jeans off and jumped into the water. It was so refreshing. She splashed around for a while and then came out and lay next to Oscar.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes. I hadn’t really expected to go swimming on this trip. “

She placed her towel next to Oscar’s and lay down. It was uncomfortable lying on the towel with her wet T-shirt and panties on and it was unthinkable that she could take them off and lie in the sun naked, next to a man she hardly knew. All the time that she was laying there, her eyes were focused on that large, limp penis that was so close. It was Oscar’s hand that reached out to hers and grasped it. Kathy squeezed back until she rolled on her side and reached out for Oscar’s penis.

Oscar didn’t object and she kept on playing with it until she could feel it getting erect. It was ages since she had done this with her husband but it felt so good. She didn’t look at Oscar for approval. He would have taken her hand away if he didn’t like it. Oscar was loving it. It was the first time any woman had touched his penis and he loved the soft feeling of her fingers.

Oscar was uncircumcised and it was the first time Kathy had encountered an uncircumcised penis. She enjoyed looking at how, when she pulled it down, his foreskin revealed his beautiful crown underneath and then she would pull the foreskin up again so that it covered it and up and down, up and down. There was only so much that Oscar could take before she could feel that he was about to ejaculate. She pulled up his towel to cover the tip so as not to make a mess and she watched as his penis subsided again.

Oscar engaged her with his eyes. They looked at each other in silence.

“Wouldn’t you like to take your top and panties off? I’m sure you would be much more comfortable.

Kathy didn’t hesitate. They were off in a flash revealing a really brown body with a nice pair of breasts, a hairy bush, nice long legs and a big smile. Kathy waited for him to do something but nothing happened.

“Is this the first time you’ve ever been with a woman?”

“Yes. I live on a farm in Sweden near a very small village and there are hardly any girls around. It takes an hour to get into the village and so I don’t get many chances to socialise.”

“What’s your name?”

“Oscar.”

“My name is Kathy. I’m from Somalia and I’m a doctor. Until two years ago I was happily married and then my husband was arrested and put in jail for political crimes. I was told it would be better and safer for me if I left Somalia and I went to London and worked. It was so cold and I missed the heat of the summer so I came to Spain and Ankara Escort that’s why I’m here.”

“I wondered where you were from. That’s a very sad story. You must miss your husband.”

“Very much. I won’t see him again for another three years.”

Oscar’s hand squeezed her breast gently. It was the first breast he had ever touched – in fact, it was the first he had seen in the flesh. His fingers squeezed her nipple gently and he could feel her purring. He hesitated what to do next. Sex Ed had shown him the roadmap but not what to do when he got there. Kathy could feel that she was getting wet and moved his finger down to her clitoris and moved it around. The expectation of what would come next raised her excitement levels considerably and she played with his erection to make sure it was nice and hard.

‘Do you know what to do next?’

‘Sort of. Show me what to do. I’ve never touched a woman before. I’m happy to learn and you look like a good teacher.”

“Do you know how to give a woman an orgasm?”

“Only what I learnt in Sex Ed . I think we should go into one of the rooms. It will be much more comfortable.”

“You’re right.”

They picked themselves up off the grass and Kathy took Oscar into her room. It was only a single bed but it didn’t matter. She kissed him and drew his hand up to her breasts. They kissed for quite a while and then she drew his hand down to her pussy.

Oscar said, “I was looking before and I can see you haven’t got a clitoris. I remember in Sex Ed that they taught us that many of the girls in Egypt, Somalia, Kenya and right across Africa suffer from FGM.”

“Well actually I have had FGM but I’ve still got a clitoris.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Let me explain. My mother was a doctor and my father was a high official in the UN. When I was six we left Somalia and went to Europe and lived in different places for a few years. I came back much laterto Somalia and they only removed the clitoral hood and didn’t touch the clitoris. Then I became a doctor and I met my husband, who is a doctor also and we got married. We were married for three years and then he got arrested for belonging to the wrong political party and was put in jail and I’ve been alone ever since.”

“Wow.”

“So tell me about you.”

“Well, I just finished my school and the weather wasn’t good and so I decided to go to Spain and I was going to go to Ibiza and find a nice girl and have some fun and here I am.”

“Do you remember, I was in the middle of showing you how to make love? I’m not going to waste my time talking when I could be making love with you instead. Put your finger on to my clitoris. You feel that little bump. Well that’s the clitoris. All the skin over the top is gone. That’s not the clitoris. Now you rub for a little while and if you put your finger a little bit further down you’ll see that I’m getting wet. Can you feel that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’m now going to make sure that you’re nice and hard and then I’m going to roll you on your back.”

Kathy positioned herself with her vagina above his penis and lowered herself gently down. She could feel the crown opening her up and it felt good. She wanted to have the image of her husband’s face in her mind as he did this but she couldn’t help seeing the wide-eyed look of delight on Oscar’s face as she forced his penis into her. The relief of having something inside her vagina was immense. She had not gone on this vacation with the intention of having a fuck but when the opportunity arose, she couldn’t resist. She wasn’t telling herself the truth. When she was arranging the trip she went back on the pill. She just didn’t want to admit that she was hoping to have sex, and not with her husband.

“Well, I’ve taken your virginity. You are no longer a virgin. How does that feel?”

“It feels so good. I can’t believe it.”

“Just put your finger on my clitoris again and start rubbing.”

All the time she kept moving up and down slowly and then his body went temporally stiff and relaxed and he began to lift himself up and down uncontrollably while he sprayed his seed inside her. Kathy enjoyed the feeling of the twitches. Her vagina was very sensitive. Kathy thought to herself – he is 18, I wonder how many times we can do this.

Kathy took great delight in showing Oscar new positions. She loved it when he went from behind. He was in so deep. Oh God. So deep.

“I’ve got to go and have a wash and clean up. I must look a mess down there.”

They both proceeded to the bathroom to have a shower. Their hands were all over each other and then she dried herself.

“Let’s go out and have a quick sunbake and then my hair will dry completely.”

They came back in and she lay on the bed. She motioned Oscar to kneel between her legs and then she lifted them up separated them.

“You can kiss my clitoris. I’d like that.”

“Okay, now I’m ready for you to put it in.”

She lifted her bottom in the air so that she could clearly see Balgat Escort his long, hard penis slip into her. It wasn’t actually that much longer than normal but just as absence makes the heart grow fonder so absence made the part grow longer. The combination of being able to watch his penis disappear and then reappear and the feeling from her vagina was too much. She tried to buck under the weight of his body and her legs wrapped around him and held him in until he too had an orgasm. Kathy and Oscar made love several times that night until finally she was beginning to feel a bit sore.

The next morning they were up bright and early and went to the orchard and came back at 12 o’clock for lunch. Two new faces were there. They must’ve started to work that morning. One was a nice-looking girl from New York who had just finished her studies and was travelling around Europe. Linda was originally from a farm and didn’t mind a bit of hard work. Gunter was had just finished his second year at University and was on his way to Ibiza to meet some of his friends. They all had lunch together and moved out to the swimming pool.

Kathy and Oscar took their clothes off and jumped into the water and played around splashing each other. Linda didn’t have a costume and wanted to have a swim so she took all her clothes off too. She stood at the edge of the pool contemplating the water while Kathy and Oscar looked at her. She was tall, had a nice figure, but most noticeable of all was the fact that there was no hair on her pussy and that she had a clit ring. Kathy and Oscar just stared.

“Haven’t you seen one of these before? “

“No.”

Linda jumped in while Gunter went back to get his swimming trunks. He looked great and very muscly and had a large package. He jumped in and began swimming like a fish backwards and forwards and they all watched his technique. He was good. After a few minutes they all lay down on their towels and baked in the sun which was really hot. Oscar was starting to get red – his pale skin wasn’t designed for the sun but Kathy loved it. They couldn’t stay in the sun for too long and went inside to have a drink.

Kathy said to Linda, “I want to talk to you alone. I’m going to send the boys down to get some wine on the two bicycles that are in the back.”

“Oscar and Gunter, Here’s €10 to go down to the local shop on the bicycles and buy two bottles of wine. It shouldn’t take too long.”

As they disappeared Kathy said to Linda,” I’ve never seen anybody with a ring like you’ve got before. How do they do it?”

“You’ve got an English accent, but where are you from?”

“From Somalia. You might not know it but it would be impossible to find a girl in Somalia with a ring on like that.”

“Why is that?”

“Didn’t you know they are all circumcised?”

“I forgot. Oh My God. Does that mean you had the operation too?”

“Yes.”

“Do you mind if I have a look?”

“First let me have a look at that little ring close up and then I’ll show you mine. How do they do it? Does it hurt?”

“Yes it hurts. It’s a very short, sharp pain and then it’s okay.”

“How do they do it?”

“Well there are people who specialise in doing them, mostly men, and they put you in a gyno chair and they separate the hood from the shaft of the clitoris and then they push a needle through the skin and that’s when it hurts like hell. Then they replace the needle with the ring and it is done. Can I look at you? I’ve never met anybody who’s had an operation like that.”

“Do you know that in Somalia your operation would be illegal? Nobody is allowed to do any alteration to a woman’s genitalia.”

“Oh.”

Kathy lifted herself onto the table and opened her legs for Linda to examine her.

“Oh My God. You’ve still got your clitoris but the hood has gone. “

“That’s right.”

“So you can still have orgasms.”

“Of course.”

“Can I touch you?”

“If you want to.”

Linda’s finger gently descended onto Kathy’s clitoris and began rubbing. She couldn’t help herself. She was actually bi-sexual and had been with many women before. She was so fascinated with what she was seeing. She could see Kathy was enjoying it and continued on until she had an orgasm.

“Wow. That was quick. Back in New York I have boyfriends and girlfriends and I love to lick pussies. Can I lick yours?”

When she was with her husband nothing pleased Kathy more than when he licked her to orgasm over and over again.

“I’d love you too.”

In a very short time Kathy had another orgasm.

“I’ve never done that to a woman. Can I do it to you? It will be my first time.”

“Sure. I would love you to.”

Linda jumped up onto the table. She had been travelling for a week and living in youth hostels had found it very difficult to use her vibrator. The need for an orgasm was great and she was looking forward to seeing how this novice in the art would perform.

“Don’t worry about the ring. Just make sure you don’t pull Çankaya Escort it because that can hurt.”

“Where do I start?”

“Just put your tongue on my clitoris and start licking and sucking. Just move your tongue around and around in different directions.”

Kathy applied her tongue tentatively and as her confidence grew became more vigorous.

“That’s great. Try and put your finger in my vagina and find my G spot.”

“Where is it?”

“On the upper side of my vagina, just a little way in. I think you can feel it.”

“Is that it?”

“Yes that’s it. You are doing great. I’m going to come.”

When Linda had stopped twitching Kathy took her mouth away.

“You did great. I don’t think I can teach you anything. Do you like the taste?”

“Very different to me, but I like it.”

“We’ll have to stop this. The boys will be back soon and I don’t want to be seen doing this. I don’t want them to think that we are lesbians.”

The boys came back with the wine and Kathy gave everyone a small glass.

“We’ll finish them off later with dinner.”

They sat around the table and chatted for quite a while and Kathy said, “It’s time for a swim. “

They all went out to the pool but still Gunter kept his swimming trunks on. He swam a few laps and they all baked in the sun for a while. The heat of the afternoon made everybody lazy but Kathy said,” I think you all ought to go indoors, otherwise you will get burnt.”

They went inside and chatted for a while and had dinner. The meals were all prepared and all they had to do was microwave them. They sat around and talked for a while and drank some more wine and talked and talked. Kathy said,” It’s time to go to bed. “

She held Oscar’s hand as they left the kitchen and a few minutes later it was obvious that they were making love and then Kathy let out a short cry and there was silence. Linda and Gunter kept on talking but she couldn’t work out why Gunter wasn’t coming onto her. She was sending out all the signals that she was available and nothing was happening. Soon the sounds of lovemaking came again from the room next door and then there was the little cry again.

Linda decided it was time to take the initiative. She took out her phone and started to play some dance music and drew Gunter up from the table.

“I like dancing.”

She held him close and tried to engage her body with his. It finally hit her that he must be very shy for some reason and that’s why he didn’t take his costume off.

“Don’t you like to dance?”

“I do, but I am a bit shy.”

It suddenly clicked in Linda’s mind that he must be a boy who took a long time to start a relationship and that he just wasn’t used to the pace of her life which included plenty of one night stands. There was only one solution if she wanted to have sex with him tonight. She pulled him close and put her hand inside his shorts.

Gunter didn’t miss a beat, while Linda’s hand fumbled around trying to find his dick. It was too difficult and with both hands she pulled his shorts down and there it was – hanging long and soft. Gunter was so surprised by the turn of events and also by the excitement of the prospect of sex that he allowed her to massage his dick. It soon came to life in her hand.

She looked down and said, “You’ve got a really nice dick. You’ve got nothing to be shy about.”

“Well I was just a bit embarrassed about showing it in front of two ladies I had never met and they were older than me. When I was with my girlfriend two years ago, we only made love under the covers and then she dropped me. She never showed herself naked and neither did I. I think we were both shy.”

“I’m only a few years older so you don’t have to worry. Did she ever have an orgasm?”

“No never. I think that’s why she dropped me.”

She held his hand and led him to her bed. Linda had forgotten what it was like to be with a man who wasn’t really familiar with fucking. She was sure that with a little training he would be really good. She had never failed. They lay down together with the lights on.

“Don’t be shy because the lights are on. It’s better when the lights are on. You can see my breasts and my pussy and I can look at your dick.”

Linda had nicely shaped breasts and she drew his hand to them and he started massaging them as well as her nipples. He could see by her face that she was really enjoying this. After a while she reached down to his erection and commented to herself – this is the thickest one I’ve ever seen. She had no idea how it would fit but knew it would. After a while she removed her hand and put her mouth over his cock. Gunter sucked in air as her head bobbed up and down.

“You’re ready. Really good and ready. Have you ever seen where you are going to go?”

“No. Only on porn.”

“Look at me – this is the real thing.”

She lay on her back with her pussy right up in the air and her knees around her ears and separated her lips so that her vagina was visible and open.

“Can you see where it’s going to go? Put it in gently. You are very big and I want to feel every inch as it goes in.”

Gunter followed orders and he was soon deep inside.

“You think love is physical but I know it’s mental. I want you to move in and out slowly and I want you to keep talking to me. Just say anything that comes into your head that you think will please me.”

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(Author’s note: I find it difficult writing the female perspective in first person, so this chapter will be from Amy’s point of view but told in the third person. It picks up immediately after chapter 1.

ALL CHARACTERS DESCRIBED IN ANY TYPE OF SEXUAL SITUATION ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE.)

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Amy walked quietly and calmly past her parents and the rest of the party guests and into the house.

Looking around, the coast was clear, and she made a beeline up the stairs and towards the bathroom.

In the hallway, she almost plowed into her best friend Cindy, who had just exited the bathroom.

“Hey, there you are,” said Cindy. “I was looking for you earlier. Where were you?”

Amy panicked for a moment but quickly collected herself, and managed a calm, casual reply. “Oh just went for a walk, needed some quiet time to reflect, be with God, ya know?” Amy then made a move to get around Cindy, trying to reach the bathroom before Cindy noticed anything suspicious.

But it was too late. “You look…flushed. Nervous. You ok? Something wrong?” Cindy asked.

“No nothing,” Amy spat out too quickly. “Just…just really gotta pee.” She tried again for the bathroom.

Cindy caught her up again. “Something is up, I can tell. Come on, dish!” she pleaded.

“I’ll…I’ll tell you about it later, I promise,” Amy stammered.

“You better, bestie,” Cindy called after her as Amy finally made it to the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Whew, finally,” Amy whispered to herself. She double checked to make sure she locked the door, then turned to examine herself in the mirror.

Her face broke into a huge grin. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she thought, recalling the recent time she’d just spent alone in the woods with Tommy.

Her good Christian upbringing told her she should be feeling guilt and shame, like a wanton little slut that men would never respect, let alone marry.

But she didn’t really believe any of that. Instead, all she felt was the joy and excitement of a young woman discovering both love and the pleasures of the flesh at the same time.

She composed herself quickly; can’t dwell on that just yet. Things to do first.

She examined her bathing suit in the mirror. Despite her best efforts, she could still see the dried remains of Tommy’s…sperm? Semen? She knew there was a difference but couldn’t remember what. It had dried to dark patches on her light blue suit.

“I’ll have to change it,” she thought. “I’ll tell mom I spilled something on it.” She quickly stripped off her suit and as she did so, noticed another stain. This one in the crotch.

“Wow, girl, you really got yourself excited, didn’t you?” she thought. The gusset of her suit was damp and sticky, and as she held it up closer to examine it, she caught a strong whiff of the scent of her vagina that not even the pool chlorine could drown out.

It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. She’d smelled Etlik Escort it before of course, during her relatively recent discovery and explorations of the pleasures of self pleasure. She found herself wondering if Tommy would enjoy her scent.

Masturbation was a “sin” her parents would condemn, no doubt, but she’d felt no shame in touching herself, in discovering how her body reacted to the exploration of her fingers over her most intimate parts.

Almost absent mindedly, Amy ran her hand over the fine blonde pubic hair covering her mound. Slipping downwards between her legs, she discovered the slick warm wetness that still lingered there. She felt the pulsing and throbbing of the little bump at the top that she knew would give her incredible pleasure if she just…

“Not now, dammit,” she swore to herself. “Get this done, quick.”

She stooped, still naked, and quickly washed out her suit along with the towel she’d used to wipe herself down earlier, making sure to get all of Tommy’s sticky stuff off of both.

Looking down, she noticed a faded drop of…cum, she decided to call it, a word she’d heard before somewhere…dried now but still visible on her left breast.

She touched it, tentatively, then smelled her finger. On a sudden whim, she tasted it.

The taste was faint, but tangy and salty. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to taste it fresh, and her vagina throbbed at the thought.

“Not now!” she thought again, and quickly jumped in the shower, soaping and rinsing her whole body as quickly as possible. Her private parts begged her to linger over washing them. She ignored it.

Finished bathing, Amy grabbed a fresh towel, dried off, and wrapped herself in it. She then scooped up the wet suit and soiled towel. She’d put them in her bedroom hamper, and hopefully remember to do her own laundry first thing tomorrow.

She cracked the bathroom door and peeked out. All clear.

Her bedroom door was just a few steps down the hall and she made it through and behind it in seconds. Again she quickly locked her door.

She walked over to her bedroom window that overlooked the yard where the party was still going on and peeked out through the curtains.

Her parents were still playing the card game they’d been at with the other parents when she and Tommy had first snuck off to the woods for what turned out to be way more than just the kissing she’d planned on.

She looked around for Tommy, and saw him sitting alone by the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water, looking lost in thought.

She had a sudden overwhelming desire to knock on the window, get his attention, and flash him her boobs. A desire she quickly squashed. “If my parents saw that they’d chain me in the basement for a month with a rosary,” she said, grimacing at the thought.

She would go back out and join him soon, she thought. Hopefully get to talk privately but if not, at least Keçiören Escort spend time with him, basking in their secret shared stolen moments together.

“But first,” she thought, “God help me but I need to take care of this first.”

Amy closed the curtains, making sure they were completely covering her window. She doubted anyone could see anything that high up, but she was taking no chances.

She walked over to her bed, dropped her towel, and lay naked over the bedspread.

“I’ve only got a few minutes or I’m gonna need another story to tell,” she thought.

But a few minutes was all she’d need really.

Amy had only truly discovered masturbation last summer. It was her 18th birthday party, another pool party, and of course Tommy had been there.

They’d been swimming of course, along with the usual horse play.

Nothing had happened between them then, but at one point while she was sunning herself on the deck, Amy saw something.

Or at least, she thought she did.

Tommy had just climbed out of the pool near her, and as he stood up, his suit was clinging to him tightly, and Amy, who was lounging in her pool chair, sunglasses on, saw quite clearly the outline of his…well, she was pretty sure it was his penis.

It only lasted a second, as he adjusted his suit and the fabric fell away from it, but that moment locked in Amy’s mind.

She’d suddenly become fascinated with seeing it again, and found herself, over and over again throughout the day, stealing glances at his crotch when she thought he wasn’t looking, keeping her sunglasses on so she wouldn’t be obvious about it.

Every time he moved, everytime he bent or even walked, she looked for any telltale signs of it under his suit, to the point she was probably over imagining every curve of the fabric of his bathing suit.

That night when she crawled into bed, that singular moment of him stepping out of the pool, suit tight and clinging around the outline of his genitals, was replaying over and over in her mind, not allowing sleep to come.

She’d touched herself before that night, off and on, even though she’d been taught that was a sin of course.

But that night, she felt a hot ache between her legs she’d never experienced before, an ache that begged to be touched, massaged, fondled, fingered.

She’d experienced her first true orgasm that night, and in the months since had figured out the best ways to bring that incredible feeling over and over again.

And almost every time, she wound up thinking about the outline of Tommy’s penis in his bathing suit.

Now though…oh, she had so, SO much more to think about!

She’d KISSED him. MADE OUT with him!

She hadn’t just seen the outline of his penis this time. She’d actually seen it fully hard and erect and literally making a tent in his suit.

She’d actually TOUCHED IT! First over his suit, then actually took down his shorts Kızılay Escort and literally saw and touched it fully exposed!

It even moved, like it had a mind of its own! Oh how that had made her laugh with delight.

And best of all, she’d made him squirt! Everywhere!

Amy’s mind raced with all of this as she rubbed her clit furiously. She had no time for a slow build up and didn’t need it.

Her vagina was on fire; swollen, slick and dripping as she rubbed herself.

She never used her fingers too deeply, wanting to keep her virginity intact, but explored deep enough to imagine the tip of Tommy’s cock, (“Yes, cock, that’s what he called it,” she remembered) pushing its way into her tight virgin opening.

She actually knew what that tip looked like now, had held it in her hand, rubbed her fingers on it. She could almost imagine what the ridge of it would feel like, sliding in and out of her. Sex suddenly made much more sense to her now.

She remembered his touch on her breasts and her free hand immediately went to them, trying to recreate the movements HIS hand had made on them.

Her nipples were swollen and sensitive, sending shockwaves of pleasure that traveled down through her stomach and into her clit like they were attached somehow.

Amy felt her orgasm approaching, and buried her face in her pillow to stifle her screams as she climaxed the hardest she ever had.

Her back arched, her legs lifting her ass up off the bedspread, as wave after wave of pure bliss flowed through her.

Finally, spent, sweaty and sticky with her own juices this time, she came back down to reality.

“Amy? AMY?” It was her mother’s voice, coming down the hallway!

“Shit!” Amy gasped under her breath.

She quickly scrambled out of bed.

Digging through her dresser, Amy found her other bathing suit and threw it on.

She realized as she was getting dressed that she hadn’t cleaned herself up properly, but no time for that now!

“Amy???” Her mom’s voice, just outside her door now, knocking. “You in here?”

“Just a minute, mom!” Amy yelled, scrambling to adjust her hastily thrown on suit. She stole a quick look in the mirror, took a deep breath to compose herself, then quickly went over and opened the door.

Her mom stood there, a concerned look on her face.

“You ok, hun?” Mom asked. “I haven’t seen you outside for awhile now.”

“Yeah I’m fine mom. Sorry, I had to change my bathing suit. I spilled soda all over it.” The lie came so easily Amy didn’t even hesitate.

Her mother sighed, exasperated. “You know we just bought you that suit. If the stain doesn’t come out I’m not buying you a new one,” she said.

“I know, mom, sorry. I washed it out already and I’ll do my laundry tomorrow, I promise,” Amy replied, doing her best to look repentant and sincere.

“Ok, well, get back to your party. Your friends are looking for you. I saw Tommy sitting out there all by himself, looking lonely. Go play with your friends,” her mom said, now smiling. “This is a special day. My baby girl is all grown up and graduated from school. You should go and make this day something to remember.”

“Oh it already is, mom,” Amy said with a totally innocent smile. With that she headed down the hall and out the door, looking for Tommy…

(To be continued…)

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DISCLAIMERS:

[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn’t that the whole point of fantasies? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

I do not practice nor do I condone any of the sexual acts about which I write, other than straight, heterosexual relationships. Beside the fact that most other forms of sexual behavior are illegal, I still don’t judge consenting adults for their sexual preferences except where such behavior is hurtful/harmful to others, such as pedophilia.

None-the-less, many people have FANTASIES of such taboo laden behavior to achieve sexual gratification or whatever, but have no intentions whatsoever of carrying out such behavior in actual practice. That said, if I have struck a particular fantasy of yours, read and enjoy.

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CHARACTERS

Roxie Creegan………………….19–Girl next door, bosom buddy of H.R.

Herman R. Saxon………………18–Next door neighbor and bosom buddy of Roxie

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I remember that spring fifteen years ago like it was yesterday. Spring came early that year. Warm, short sleeve weather came in mid-March and never really left. My eighteenth birthday occurred back on February fifteenth, I was in the last half of my senior year at Cherry High School, I would be leadoff batter for the baseball team for the second year in a row, and I was the high school yearbook photographer.

Girls liked me well enough but I dated infrequently since my sophomore year. I didn’t have a really significant other, at least not in a romantic sense. There was a girl, but I thought of her more as a boy. She was also eighteen and a senior at Cherry High School.

Roxie was a tomboy. She lived in a house across our driveway and hers or about thirty feet. We grew up together since before the first grade. She was a year older than I, but in the same grade with me due to her late in the year birthday. None-the-less, she always willingly followed my lead.

Neither of us had any siblings. Roxie liked all boy things and activities and got sorely vexed at anyone who hinted that she might be a girl. We were inseparable from preschool all the way through the end of our sophomore year in high school. That was possible because she was a really late bloomer.

The dear girl didn’t develop all the female attributes that normally begin at puberty until our junior year. Oh, she got her first period about the usual time, but that was about all, puberty just seemed to come to a standstill for her. I know because there wasn’t anything we couldn’t discuss and sex was one of our frequent topics. She was very happy with her slow development and our relationship.

Not only could we discuss sex or anything else, but we were free and open with our bodies. We’d go skinny dipping together with no false modesty or feelings of shame about our bodies. We explored each other’s bodies frankly but were never intimate. Roxie was just my best buddy. With any other girl, my hormones would have been out of control. But that wasn’t the case with Roxie and I never new why.

All that would change starting about July or August before and through all our junior year when she suddenly, to my thinking anyway, became a woman–a very gorgeous and extremely sexy woman at that. She acquired a hefty rack, the hourglass figure, the tight bubble butt–all of it.Seemingly overnight, or almost, she transformed and we drifted apart, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Roxie was all wrapped up in her new role and I, Herman R. Saxon, better known to my friends as H.R., well I sorta faded into the background. The male of the species suddenly flocked to her like bees to honey and she had more guys trying to date her than she could keep track of. Once she started dating, she was well and truly hooked.

I was just too shy to press my case for her in the face of all that competition. Besides, I didn’t think she’d think much of me anymore with her new social standing. All I could do was despair and admire her from afar. What had happened to my Roxie? What had happened to US?

As I said in the beginning, it was spring, mid April to be exact, and senior prom was just three weeks away. Back at the time of our junior prom, Roxie and I had already drifted apart. She went with someone else and I went stag. I had a miserable time and went home well before the dance ended. No after prom for me.

For my senior prom, I was determined to have a date–even if it had to be only a platonic, one of a kind type of date. Only in my wildest fantasies did I ever think I’d get to take Roxie. It just wasn’t going to happen.

I ran into Roxie, literally, at the end of that school day. She had turned from her locker and stepped in front Cebeci Escort of me and–BAM, I plowed into her before either of us knew what happened,. She banged back into her locker pretty hard, spilling books all around her.

“Oh God, Roxie, I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to, ah I didn’t see…’

In a sort of daze, she said, “Oh, H.R., where have you been?”

I dropped to my knees to pick up her spilled books. She dropped beside me to help.

“H.R., I just suddenly remembered that I haven’t seen much of you for a while.”

“Yeah, Roxie, for over a year.”

“OH GOD, H.R. It’s not been that long–has it?”

I didn’t reply to that.

“Can I come over to your house, now? I want to talk to you.”

“I’ve got baseball practice right now, Roxie.”

“Oh. Well, can I come over after supper?”

“It’s Friday night, Roxie, don’t you have a date?”

“Yes, I do, but I’ll break it. I want to see you.”

“Ok, come about seven. My folks will be going on their Friday night ‘date.’ I’ll tell them you’re coming over. Since they know you, they’ll be fine with it.”

“Great.! See you at seven, H.R.”

I went on to baseball practice. I was so damned flustered, I couldn’t do anything right throughout the whole time. Coach yelled at me every time I flubbed up after the first two times.

“Jesus Christ, Saxon, can’t you do anything right today?”

“Guess not, coach,” I’d mumble under my breath in reply.

Practice seemed interminably long. I was about done in when coach finally told us to hit the showers. I couldn’t get outta there fast enough. Practice had run from four thirty to almost six. I was in for a late supper, if any. Hopefully, Mom left something for me. That wouldn’t give me much time before Roxie came.

In fact, I was eating heated leftovers when Roxie arrived. My folks had left thirty minutes before that. I almost choked on a mouthful as she came in through the back door and into the kitchen–her usual route of long standing as it was mine when I used to go over to her place.

Roxie was drop dead gorgeous in her halter top, shorts, and sandals sans socks. Her brilliant red hair hung over her shoulders and looked on fire in the sunlight streaming through the window. Her emerald green eyes were ablaze and alert. Her tits and the cleavage she exposed were just unbelievable. Her long legs were tanned and supple. She glowed with health.

“Something go down the wrong hatch, H.R.?”

I took a big gulp of milk as answer to her question and sighed in relief.

“Take a chair, Rox, I’ll be finished in a minute. Got to keep up my strength.

“H.R., it suddenly occurred to me today there at my locker that I’ve been sadly neglecting you. I’ve not been terribly happy this last few months and now I realize why. I’ve just missed you something terrible. It’s just taken me too long to realize that.”

“Missed me? How could you? You’ve had all those guys sniffing around you all year, giving you all the attention you could handle.”

“Yes, but not the kind of attention we gave each other. All they ever wanted was to get into my pants.”

“Did they? Oops, that’s none of my business. That just came out. Sorry.”

“Funny, but I think it is your business, H.R. To answer your question, NO, none of them ever got into my pants. A few came close in some heavy petting, but that was all. I-I’m still a vir-uh, a virgin.”

As I said before, we could always talk to each other about anything, even it seemed, after the space of a year not seeing each other.

“How ’bout you, H.R.?”

“Me? Yeah, I’m still a virgin as well.”

“How come, H.R.?”

“Truthfully? Because I always thought you’d be my first. Why you?”

“Would you believe, I’m still a virgin for the same reason? I always thought you’d be my first too. Maybe that’s why nobody has gotten into my pants yet, subconscious restraint waiting for you.”

“Did you enjoy your dating around?”

I finished eating and cleaning up my mess and Roxie answered my last question on our way into the living room. We sat on the couch together our backs to the arms and our feet intertwined , looking at each other.

“Yes, I did enjoy that. But when you bumped into me today, something clicked in my head to make me realize, no one measured up to you as a companion.”

“So, where does that leave us now, Rox?”

The only thing you and I never did, except for a little doctor/nurse kind of thing a long time ago, was explore mutual sex. I wish we had. Uh, I, uh, I want to now. There, I’ve said it.”

She quit talking and stared directly into my eyes, waiting.

The moment dragged on as we continued to make silent eye contact. The frozen silence continued, neither of us breaking eye contact. A seemingly interminable amount of time passed.

“God, H.R., say something, do something.”

A moment more and a tear ran down her face beside her nose.

I slowly opened by arms in her direction. She fairly leaped across Çıtır Escort the distance between us and crashed into me in an embrace that knocked the wind out of me. Then her tears did run freely and dripped onto the back of my neck and shoulder.

“Oh GOD, H.R., I’m so sorry I left you out of my life for over a year.”

“Sh, it’s ok now. I’ve got you.”

My one hand was on her butt cheek and the other rubbed up and down her back in slow, sensuous strokes. Her hands were stroking the back of my neck and down my spine.

Rox was on her knees while I was still sitting with m legs stuck out in front of me. One of her naked knees was between my legs. That knee suddenly moved forward to press against my cock and balls. The knee proceeded to massage up and down my growing erection. Both my hands had dropped to her ass and were finding contentment on those firm cheeks through her shorts.

“Take me to your room, H.R., now please.”

We untangled and as I stood up, I picked her up in my arms. One arm went under her knees, the other went around her back with that hand resting firmly on her tit. No bra under that halter top. The nipple hardened immediately to my touch.

Though puffing some, I made it up the stairs and into my room. I sat Rox down on the bed.

“Oh, God, H.R., make love to me. Mad love. Don’t hold back. I want you so damned bad.

I slowly removed her sandals.

“Stand up, Rox.”

Slowly again, I pulled her shorts down her legs, exposing a tiny black thong. I pushed her to sit again, spread her knees and gazed at the sight before me. My mouth and tongue began at her left knee and slowly worked up her inner thigh to her pubis. I mouthed her mons and then went down her right leg, totally ignoring her pussy lips. Rox was shaking with anticipation.

“H.R., PLEASE, don’t keep me waiting.”

I grabbed a mouthful of black thong. She quivered into a mild climax. With my teeth, I ripped the thong away. She was already wet. Really wet. Pushing her open wider, my mouth went to the crease between her vulva and left leg, kissing and tonguing. Then I went to the other one. There was another mild climax. When I dropped my mouth to her outer pussy lips, there was yet another mild orgasm.

Without warning, I suddenly gave a wide, wet tongue lap from her anus to her clit, going deep as i moved up her dripping slit. I gobbled up her erect clit, gently used my teeth to pull and let it snap back. I engulfed her clit again and laved my tongue on it. Rox burst into one gigantic orgasm that shook her whole frame.

“Oh, oh, oh,” was all I could hear from Roxie.

I stood up and mouthed her nipples through her halter top.

She got rid of the halter in a blink. Then I blinked. My God, her tits were magnificent–not gigantic, not small, just perfect on her frame.

“I love your big aureola and nipples, Rox. God, your tits are just too much.”

My mouth went to the naked flesh of those tits, trying to swallow one whole. I couldn’t, of course. I hummed and slurped in the valley between those beautiful mounds of flesh. Another minor climax for her was my reward.

I started to stand but only got part way up before Roxie grabbed my head and pulled it to hers. Our lips locked in a long, passionate kiss that turned sloppy as our mouths opened and our tongues fought a duel. Her hands dropped to my belt and the next thing I knew, my slacks and boxers were around my ankles.

I felt Roxie grab my cock and stoke furiously. Our kiss broke. She stood, forced me to sit, and then dropped her mouth over my cock to give it a real work out. She was a damned good cock sucker too. I was sure that was one thing she had done before.

“On the bed,” she gasped, “on your back. NOW.”

I complied. Roxie immediately straddled me on her knees and positioned her pussy over my erection. I felt her soft, wet folds envelop my helmet in warm softness. She inched down as her maidenhead met my cock. All motion stopped as she stared into my eyes. A moment or two passed. Without warning, she dropped, hard, until her pubis met mine.

“God Damn that hurt,” she screeched.

“I’m sorry, Rox, but you need to go a bit slow the first time to let the lubrication ease the way.”

“Now you tell me,” she gasped. But she smiled when she said it.

“You’re on top, Rox, you run the show.”

And run it she did. She went into motion, moving slowly at first, but picking up the pace ’til she was really pumping on me, her knees and thighs pistoning her up and down. My hands found her tits and went to work with a vengeance. Her nipples were rock hard. Her eyes and face had a look of wild lust I’d never seen before.

One of my hands dropped to the point of our connection. My thumb rubbed her clit in circles. When she leaned forward a bit to swing her tits back and forth above my head, I shoved a finger into her ass. That tipped the scale for her.

Roxie went off into a wild, shivering orgasm that just kept going. I peaked and sprayed Demetevler Escort my load into her depths in a bone rattling orgasm of my own. Jesus, the old right hand could never compete with that kind of action.

“Oh my God, H.R., I wish we’d done this a long time ago–a very long time ago.”

“You aren’t the only one, Rox.”

“Let’s do it again!”

“Fine, but you have to give me some time to recover. A guy just can’t go back to back without some recovery time.”

“Maybe I can help.”

Roxie immediately began to gyrate her hips in circles along with a bit of up and down. Damn, if I didn’t start rising to the occasion. I flipped her over, got her legs on my shoulders and fucked her like there’d be no tomorrow. I got a loud, “Oomph,” out of her each time I hit bottom in her pussy. I paused for just a moment and got an immediate, “More, God damn it, MORE.”

We fucked off and on ’til near midnight. Both of us were getting a bit sore by that time.

“Rox, you’ve got to get dressed and go home. My folks are due back any time now.”

I’m not going home;”

“What?”

“You heard me, I’m not going home. I intend to spend the night righty here in this bed with you so we can fuck our brains out all night.”

“If you’re not too sore before sunrise. What about my folks? What do we tell them?”

“The truth. Anyway, I’m simply not leaving. Now fuck me again.”

We finally managed to grab a couple of hours of sleep starting just before dawn. I woke to the yells of my mother from the foot of the stairs.

“H.R., get up. It’s ten o’clock and time you got your sorry backside out of bed and got something done around here. Get up, now.”

Roxie heard most of that dialogue.

“Well, H.R. shall we go shower together?”

“Boy, you don’t give up, do you.”

“Believe it, H.R., believe it.”

While the warm water sprayed us and I was soaping Roxie’s tits, she asked, “Have you got a date for the prom, H.R.?”

“Let’s see, I’ve got to decide which three lovelies that threw themselves at me that I want to take. Maybe all three?”

That got me an elbow in the chest, albeit, a gentle one, mostly.

“Quit fucking with me and…”

“Literally? Quit fucking you?”

That got me another elbow, harder that time.

“Just answer the question.”

“No, Rox, I don’t have a date for the prom.”

That got me a passionate kiss and her pussy shoved into my dick.

“Good, then you won’t have any trouble taking me, would you.”

It wasn’t a question. But I had one for her.

“Don’t you already have a date, Rox?”

“As a matter of fact, no, I don’t.”

“Why not? I’d of thought you’d have a date sewed up a long time ago.”

“I kept putting off all the requests. I kept telling them I hadn’t decided who just yet. I didn’t know the real reason until last night.’

“And just what did you find out last night” I grinned.

“As if you didn’t know, dummy. I guess I just really wanted you to take me. So, you still haven’t answered my question. Will you be my date, H.R.?”

“Your wish is my command, Madame. Yes, I’ll escort you to our senior prom, with great delight, I might add.”

That got me another passionate kiss as she took my erection and placed it between her legs, saying, “Fuck me again.”

We’d both just reached a mutual climax when Mother yelled up the stairs again, “Are you two going to take all day getting down here? I’ve got an early lunch about ready.”

With total surprise, Roxie and I looked into each other’s eyes and chorused together, “You two?”

“So that is what she said,” I gasped. How the hell’d she know?”

“H.R., I don’t think we were as quiet as we tried to be with our fucking after your parents got home.”

“Oh, shit. I wonder if she kno…”

“Roxie, kick his butt and get him down here.”

“She knows, H.R.”

As we sheepishly walked into the kitchen, Mother said, “Next time you need to be a bit more quiet, especially if you’re going to leave your door open at all. I looked in on you this morning when I got up to see if you had more than one girl in there with you. You made enough noise to make one think so.”

“Oh,” chorused Roxie and I.

“You’re not mad at me, Mom, at us? About us sleeping together?”

“Not with Roxie. Anyone else and you’d be in deep doo doo boy.”

“Does dad know?”

“No, he doesn’t. He can sleep through anything and I mean anything. He left for the golf course while you two were still asleep.”

“But why aren’t you mad about our behavior, Mom?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not entirely happy with you two. But, I figured it was a forgone conclusion and I don’t think either of you could’ve picked a better partner. I’m only surprised it hadn’t happened a long time ago.”

“So were we, Mrs. Saxon. So were we. As a matter of fact, it was the first time for both of us old virgins.”

That tickled Mother.

“So, may I assume you two have clinched a prom date?”

“Yeah, Mother, you might say that.”

We all giggled at that.

Overnight, Roxie changed. We became an instant couple and no one at school could or did fail to miss that fact. More than one friend told us we looked as if we were walking on clouds as we strolled down the long main hall at school. There were a lot of broken hearts left behind us and none were female hearts.

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An act of fiction, all characters are over 18.

*

I frequented a local Chinese restaurant regularly. It was a bit upscale, mostly upper-middle-class customers, clean nice, cloth tablecloths, quiet but busy, well decorated. They made takeout but did not offer delivery. Very good food. The restaurant was owned by two middle-aged brothers, Gui pronounced Guy and Harold. It was generally known that Harold had some unpronounceable name and had adopted “Harold” as his moniker. I guess he liked his American name, he named his daughters Hanna and Dawn rather than traditional Chinese names when they were born in the US.

Gui had been a fighter pilot flying P-51’s in the Korean war and when he learned I had purchased a plane and was learning to fly he adopted me as his pupil teaching me some basic aerobatics and dogfighting strategy along with more than a few very good stories of how he survived the war against the jet Migs that he fought against. I liked Gui a lot.

Harold was more remote. He had two daughters that worked at the restaurant. Hanna who was oldest and in college and Dawn the youngest at 18, both were attractive, tall and thin, Hanna had glasses and looked a little like what one would think of a stereotypical Asian bookworm.

Dawn could easily be a model, 5’6″ size 2, long hair, with just enough chest not to look like the schoolgirl she was. A high school senior with plans of attending the community college in the fall.

Both girls flirted with me a bit when picking up take out or dining in.

One night, near closing, my take out order was mixed up with another order. I was a good customer. Dawn was sent to deliver the corrected order, something never before experienced and I invited her in momentarily so she saw a bit of the house as I checked the food and exchanged pleasantries.

She had been flirting with me in the past, and I am not sure if she suddenly thought I was this “rich guy” because of the house and the stories from Gui and my plane but suddenly she was much more forward in our interactions with me, although she was always aware of the eyes of her other family members at the restaurant. It became clear that the two girls lead a very sheltered existence.

On a random Saturday afternoon, I had stopped to get gas about a block from the restaurant and pulled up right next to Dawn without realizing it until I stepped out of my pickup. She saw me pull in and greeted me warmly, stepping over and giving me a nice short hug and saying hello. The hug was totally unexpected and made my cock stir immediately.

Her English was perfect as she was raised in Texas, and we had joked that I needed Chinese lessons in the past. I asked her what she was doing, she had just left work. Not turning down an opportunity for some potential strange I asked if she had lunch, her reply was no. Smart girl.

“Why don’t you park over at the school and we can run get a burger? ” I asked.

She was visibly excited. “OK, I’ll follow you!”

The local community college was a block or two away, Most people want to fight over spots close to the buildings, but I wanted something more distant and removed from the foot traffic but also surrounded by some other cars. I found a group of cars which were most likely employees of the college parked near some trees and shrubs. no visible foot traffic. Perfect.

We pulled up and she immediately was out her door and into my truck. She slid into the bench seat and moved to the center seat position scooting close to me. Good sign.

“Where to?” I asked. In fact, there were very few choices for a burger close by.

“Burger King? ” she asked.

“Sounds good.” as I rolled out of the parking space.

As we drove, we chatted.

“It seems to me that your family has you on a tight leash?” half stating/ half asking.

“Yes, it used to be worse.” she admitted, “Hanna is older and we may move into an apartment together close to the school in the fall.”

“Does Hanna have a boyfriend?” I asked, pushing the conversation toward a more sexual natural direction.

“She does.” Dawn boasted.

“Good for her,” I replied. and added, “Are they serious?” you know, like lovers?”

“Yes.” she almost whispered, but was enthusiastic, like she had wanted to tell someone the secret for some time.

“She has been telling me stories, I cannot wait until we get an apartment.” her excitement still showing.

“My parents do not want me to date, but it is March of my senior year and no one has asked me to prom yet. Even if someone does, I do not think they would let me go. I am so ready to get out of the house.” she explained.

“Hanna has told me of her times with Michael, her boyfriend, and I need a boyfriend too,” she said matter of factly.

We arrived at Burger King, went through the drive-thru, with food and drinks headed back the few blocks to the parking lot.

“So, what has Hanna told you about?” pushing the conversation more sexual, and prepping her for things to cum, literally.

“A lot, it’s exciting.” she sounded confident, Dikmen Escort but also revealing her inexperience. I figured she was still a virgin at 18.

“So tell me, I won’t tell anyone, her secret is safe with me,” I reassured.

“They have had sex.” she almost whispered, smiling like she was revealing top-secret information.

“Well, I know that! Who hasn’t? ” I played it up a bit.

Suddenly she looked at the bag of burgers and fries and without looking into my eyes she said softly” I haven’t.”

Bingo. Verified virgin, Legal, Hot tall thin Asian, forbidden fruit.

“We can fix that.” I took my eye off of the road momentarily to gauge her reaction. maybe a combination of excitement and uncertainty was my quick read.

We pulled back into the parking lot and a new space had opened up, next to another pickup and in the shade of a tree. Perfect.

Dawn moved slightly away from me and spread the burgers and fries between us on the seat, We ate, the fries already giving off some of their heat. I steered the conversation in another direction.

“I just bought a new plane, not the one that I have been flying with Gui. It is big and fast. It will fly all the way to the coast in just over an hour.”

“Really?” she was astounded.

” It takes 5 1/2 hours by car because of traffic in Houston,” she added.

“Would you like to go maybe next Saturday?” I asked although, what I really was asking is if she were willing to fuck.

“I would love to go, but I need to make a story and get Hanna to help cover for me.” she reasoned.”

“Ok, it also depends on the weather, but if it is not possible, we should meet up here Saturday and we can figure out something fun, Maybe about 10:00 am?”

She was beaming. Action is always better than indecision so I cupped her ear and cheek and pulled her closer for a kiss. The move surprised her but she was willing and our lips met. It was pleasant, her lips small and maybe a bit hard from inexperience, but she did not resist. I wondered if it was her first kiss.

She tasted of fries and flame-broiled burger, maybe not the sexiest of meals but I had the same, and she did not seem put off by it. Eventually, Dawn gathered the wrappers between us and stuffed them in the bag. My cock was stirring in the confines of my jeans and I wondered how far she would let me take her in the middle of this public parking lot.

She placed the bag on the floor and turned and slid close to me, looking into my eyes and placing her right hand on my right leg. We kissed again. Our first french kiss. It was exciting, but she needed to relax and some basic training.

I looked into her eyes, “Relax, make your lips soft, I guided her hand to my lips, let her move my lips soft and supple, “Not like this” as I pursed my lips tight as she felt. Her whole body relaxed a bit. I took my thumb and rolled her lower lip open. definitely soft now.

I pulled her jaw and mouth open a bit, rolling her lower lip down, as she gazed into my eyes. She was trying very hard to be relaxed. I pushed my thumb into her mouth, laying it on her tongue, my fingers below her jawline. Her teeth gently closed on my protruding thumb.

“No teeth, Suck it, softly.” her lips surrounded my thumb, her eyes on mine, she began sucking gently as I stroked my thumb just a bit in and out of her mouth. “Roll your tongue around the tip.” she got that part right, her tongue was soft warm and wet. I could easily imagine replacing my thumb with the head of my cock.

“Have you ever seen one?” I asked.

She broke eye contact and looked at my jeans, my thumb still in her mouth, she did not answer.

I looked around and slid my thumb from her mouth. “Can you keep a secret?” I asked.

In her mind, she thought she was going to see her first real cock up close and personal. I unbuckled my belt and pants.

In my mind, she was going to see it much closer than she was expecting. lol

I was rigid, as I worked my jeans and boxers down.

“They are bigger than I thought,” she said as she grasped it and slowly began to stroke it a bit too firmly.

“Easy.” I guided.

She lay her arm alongside it, measuring then placing one hand grip at the base, a second hand above her first and then moving her first hand on top of the second in a little game of grab the top of the baseball bat. Lol

“Stroke me, easy, and soft.” her hand rising and falling. She was memorized.

I looked around, the coast was clear, I reached to the back of her head, applied a little pressure and for the first time, she became reluctant.

” I don’t want to have sex, not here.” She said, but never breaking rhythm on her handjob.

“Handjobs, blow jobs, playing with your pussy, squeezing your tits things like that are just making out, not really sex.” I reasoned with a straight face, almost believing my own bullshit.

She continued stroking me but was hesitating.

“Trust me, I won’t tell anyone,” I added

Hesitation.

“Has Eryaman Escort Hanna told you about blowing Michael?” I asked.

No answer.

I placed my hand on the back of her head again and put the lightest force forward. She yielded and moved toward my cock.

“Just like my thumb,” I instructed.

She paused again, and then moved forward, My cock finally parting her lips.

She took in two or three inches and held it there as she stroked me below.

Make your mouth wetter, and stroke me with your lips.” I instructed.

She complied, but not sure if she was enjoying herself.

“Take in more- go deeper,” I instructed.

She pushed down,

“That’s it.”As I pushed her further on the back of her head.

She had a good amount of my root in her as I raised her back and then down again.

She was learning quickly while providing great eye candy as I stretched her jaw open.

A maintenance guy leaving the campus walked by heading to his car. He could see her head bobbing up and down on my cock, and just smiled as he got into his car a couple of spots over.

She most likely had no idea of what was coming next as I held her rooted in place and discharged my spunk into her. Rope after rope, she took it retreating a bit with each shot until only my tip remained.

She peeled off, looking at me and while I cannot say she did not spill a drop, my cock was not nearly as sloppy as I would expect a blow job virgin would leave me.

She rose from my cock vertical and swallowed.

Her hand went back to my sloppy cock. Tender, my rigid member now tempering, I allowed her tiny hand to gently stroke my wet cum covered manhood.

I spoke first, ” Did Hanna let you know what to expect?” referring to blasting my cum in her mouth.

“She didn’t tell me there was so much, or that it tasted so salty and creamy,” she said looking into my eyes.

“Did you like doing it?” I asked.

“Yes, Did you?”

“Very much. I just wish we had more time, I would like to make you feel equally as good.”

“Were you serious about the coast next Saturday?” She asked.

“Can you save yourself that long?” I grinned.

Yes, of course.”

“Then I am up for it if you are.”

___________________________________

Time stood still and the workweek slowly ticked away. I had the new plane gassed up, my flight bag packed and watched the weather each day. It looked like a great March weekend, maybe a few clouds but no thunderstorms or even high winds to make the trip more of a workload. I had an almost perpetual hard-on from Thursday to Saturday. lol

I had planned to do Chinese take-out for Friday night so I could walk into the restaurant and get a last-minute confirmation from Dawn. All went as planned, with the notable exception of Dawn’s sister Hanna, who had looked at me in a completely different way when I was in the restaurant. She was not mad, but I could not get a good read on her emotions during the brief time I was picking up the takeout. Dawn seemed excited.

I had been thinking of all the possibilities all week on a Saturday hookup with Dawn.

Weather permitting, I was less than 24 hours from parting those sweet pussy lips, one thing for sure I wanted to guarantee her an enjoyable ride on my cock and orgasm so she would want more than a one-off experience.

My sexual tension built over the entire week, I could not keep my mind off of Dawn. Saturday morning had arrived. Grabbing my flight bag I headed out at 9:30. I had reasoned that a quick trip to the pharmacy to get basic supplies and lube was in order, paying cash I added the items to my flight bag and went the back way to the campus parking lot to meet Dawn. I arrived about 2 minutes early and she was already there. She was in the truck and we were gone in 60 seconds. I think she was as excited as I was.

The plane was prepped and already out of the community hanger when we arrived. I saw the mechanic that normally services the plane in the hanger, He watched as I loaded Dawn on board and pre-flighted the plane. He could not resist walking over, doing the check her out thing.

He had recognized Dawn as some strange new.

“Plane looks good, real good,” he said not talking about the plane at all. “Let me know if you need some help maintaining that,” he said with a wink.

“Pretty sure I got it under control,” I answered with the same doublespeak he was dishing out.

Ok, then. enjoy yourself and have a good day.” he offered.

“Plan on it,” I said as I climbed into the plane.

“Clear!” I yelled as customary starting the engine.

The prop slowly spun and after about a half of a turn, the engine roared to life.

After taxiing out, a brief run-up and magneto check we were cleared for Runway 17 left.

This moment is always thrilling beyond belief and makes my heart skip a beat every time.

My plane, a Cessna 210, is an amazing aircraft. capable of outrunning a Porche turbo Esat Escort Carrea from a standstill. The throttle is shoved to the dash, the prop is pitched for a climb and a second later the brakes are released. Going from 0 to 130 mph in less than 900 feet while steering the natural pull of the plane to run off the right side of the runway using your feet on the rudder pedals. Exhilarating.

At 130 lifting the plane a foot off of the runway it accelerates to about 190 in another second or so, rotating the plane upward, it eats the sky, climbing at 1600 feet per minute. OK, I admit it I am an adrenaline junkie. The roar of the engine at full throttle is music to my ears. Headsets and intercoms keep communication possible and prevent severe hearing loss. What did you say? Lmao.

Dawn had never been on a plane of any kind. as the ground moved away and the miles started clicking by she was glued to the window. Just as well, at just over 200 mph you have to stay ahead of the plane or shit gets out of plan real quick.

In about an hour and 15 minutes we were on final at Galveston and touched down without event.

I had called a rental car and they deliver to the airfield so our ride was waiting. when we taxied up and tied down.

Up to this point, we had little time to discuss plans, so in the comfort of the rented car, I suggested lunch.

We pulled into a seafood place across the street from the beach.

We walked in, Saturday around noon, in March the place was quieter than expected and we were seated right away.

“So what did you think about the flight?” I asked.

“Exciting,” she said with a big smile.

“You are exciting,” I replied.

“Me? no, I think I am boring.” I could see that she was being honest in her self evaluation.

“Well, you have had me excited all week.” I reasoned.

“I have been too,” she added.

“Did you enjoy our brief lunch last weekend?”

“Very much, I told Hanna” she admitted.

“And?” I asked.

“She wanted to come on the airplane too.”

“Is that all she was interested in?”

“She likes you very much also, I told her about last week and she wanted to come but I said no.”

“Why?” I asked.

“She has much more experience and would take you from me, I think.”

“Not likely, but you are sisters so you can share.” I broke a bit of a grin.

“That is what she said!” She added.

The thought of taking the two of them together had my cock dripping.

“She wants to take turns, but I want both turns.” She laughed, but not kidding.

“Speaking of turns, we can get a room overlooking the beach and I can turn you every which way but loose.” She smiled again.

After lunch, it was a forgone conclusion that we would head to a hotel, off-season we pretty much had our choice. A mid-line place with a great view was decided and we got a room on the 5th floor with a great view. the hotel, and it’s parking lot seemed all but empty. The ocean air, sunny sky, and a virgin ready for deflowering. Fucking Awesome.

We walked into the room, cool and crisp, the air conditioning on which took the salty smell from the air. Bath near the door, king bed, small table, wall to wall windows looking out onto the beach and the gulf. Pretty standard room, actually. I laid my flight bag down, as she pulled back the drapes to see the full view of the gulf.

She opened the sliding door and went onto the balcony, the salty breeze filled the room, the sheer drapes luffed, her long hair followed suit.

I approached from behind, placing my hands around her tiny waist, pressing my pelvis gently up to her ass. My cock was semi-hard and growing. I slid my right hand slowly around to her stomach and up her chest, stalling momentarily as I crossed her breast to take in the feel of its size, her nipple was hard. My hands’ path continued up to her neck, surrounding her throat with my large hand. not squeezing firmly in a threatening manner, but allowing my muscular large hand to gently surround her neck and turn her lower jaw so I could kiss her as we stood on the balcony.

Her dress was not sexy, while it’s fit was acceptable, it was one I had seen her wear to work many times. A long draping one piece that slipped over her head and had no zipper I could detect and thought that only older heavy set women wore them, although her youth and slender tall appearance made it acceptable if not modestly attractive.

I was anxious and turned her toward me on the balcony, and began French kissing her. Her lips were softer and more supple than the week before. Our tongues intertwined, she sucked on my lower lip, pulling it almost to the point of pain. This was a new trick, I wondered who had been her teacher.

I began working her dress up, and she stopped kissing me and started back into the room leaving the sliding glass door open and the salty breeze washing into the room. Some seagulls cawing.

I wanted her, and definitely was going to have her, but was concerned about hurting her, my size being large and her virgin status. I had thought of this many times over the past week and had decided to guide her to be on top, posting me, to let her set the depth and speed which she was comfortable with. Besides, having both my hands-free in this position offer’s me a lot of pleasure, and her body was exceptional eye candy to be explored. I am really considerate. Lmao.

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They say you never forget your first and I’d imagine that’s not only true to myself and while time passed and love left, I still remember. And right now, I feel like sharing that memory with you.

We had talked and grown closer through the past year. I found much of her to be so very alluring and enticing. She was much the innocent type and I was nearly her polar opposite. In my cruelty, I drew much pleasure in making her blush. Every time, I would tell her that she looked absolutely beautiful whenever she blushed, of course that only deepened it and I would chuckle in that mischevious manner of mine. Pressing her near in my accepting embrace, I was my usual suave and charming self.

I was not always that way, but it’s not something I regretted showing her.

Eventually, we talked about bridging the gap of cyberspace and meeting somewhere IRL. I would have considered my place, but I knew my family would not accept her so I went to hers. We met and I talked, but I never let them in close. I was suspicious, guarded and I always frowned. Such was my way when I was around people I didn’t trust and behind the closed door of my lovely, Dominique’s room, I was another. I would smile and chuckle, I would open up and on as that first night loomed nearer, I asked her where I was sleeping.

In her own passive way, she told me there was a room made for me in the guest room, but that if I didn’t want to, she thought there would be enough room for me in her room. Let me tell you, all reason and wit left me right there and I could not for the life of me think of a single pickup line or double entendre to utter. Instead I looked into her eyes and told her with that nervousness that wasn’t normal for me, but seemed to happen all too often while in her company, “I think I’ll just sleep in the guest room tonight”.

So I nodded to her and she returned the wordless motion of agreement as I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I left that room, silently frowning at my own fear and doubt. They didn’t just stay in that room either, but followed me all the way to the guest room where I went to lay down and sleep. I could not sleep however and just kept thinking what a fool I was, Etlik Escort here was the same girl for the past year, I would flirt with shamelessly and utter things to with a straight face over the net that would make strippers blush! Yet here I was in the guest bedroom, because I could not master my own fears and just make the first move. I think it was at that moment that I realized she really was the same person and that nothing needed to be different.

I didn’t need to be fearful and so I wasn’t as much. I got up, made my way back to her room and asked her if there was still room. She said that of course there was and I soon claimed that side of her bed. It was dark and the moon wasn’t full, but I had always had a strange knack of seeing more during the night than others so I easily slipped off all of my clothing and met her under the covers wearing little but my trembling anticipations.

She slipped her arms around me and for awhile, we just hugged and snuggled up together until she realized something was poking her in the stomach. Now my eyesight wasn’t so good as to see the blush that no doubt covered her cheeks once more, but I could feel the heat off of them when I kissed her there.

“You know, if you want me to take off my clothes, just ask me and I will.”

Kudos to her, I hadn’t yet the courage to ask that of her so I thankfully nodded and soon, she was as naked as I. In the darkness, my hands where my eyes and they slid down her form. In the days that followed, I would do this often out of pure pleasure, rather than that first time when it was all so new and so momentous. I began to shake as I touched her and when I finally brushed along her soft lips, I was overcome.

Utterly overwhelmed, I shook like a leaf and gritted my teeth, trying to just make it stop. I was trying to be the strong, caring and experienced lover I thought I needed to be. Truth of the matter was that this was my first time IRL and I was so scared of disappointing her. I was so fearful of not pleasing her that I trembled so hard it shook my voice as well.

True to the caring nature about her that I had loved so much, Keçiören Escort she began to coo and lend me her support. She comforted me by just holding me close and running her hand through the hair she loved so much. I had grown it long just for her in fact, because I knew she was the type of woman who liked their men with long hair.

I apologized profusely at that moment, feeling an intense sensation of failure and despair. There was no doubt in my mind I had ruined this night and probably every night that should follow after because I could not master my fear enough to make this night perfect! Dejected, I soon stilled as shaking of my body left me as gradually as did my hope of being good in her eyes.

Not being able to see her, I stopped trying and just closed my eyes, again telling her of how sorry i was for ruining her night. She smiled and told me I just being silly. This night was our night after all and that it was just so terribly sweet to know that I wasn’t as cool and aloof as I tended to be during the day. In her own way, I would guess she had swooned when began to shake and fell in love with me all over again whereas I thought i had been unmanned. Nothing further from the truth in her eyes, I found her forehead with my lips and kissed it softly, gone all misty and supremely thankful.

Acceptance! I was accepted and it was alright, what had happened wasn’t bad at all. I was nearly lost in my feelings of relief when I hugged her oh so fiercely that she squeaked and admonished me she wasn’t my personal squeak toy. At times, I would forget my strength around her, often hugging her too tightly or lifting her a bit too easily off of her feet.

Tonight though, I was very gentle in my kisses and caresses. I carefully covered her body in the clothes of my love and kisses. In the darkness, I mapped out her body in my mind and soon enough, I would easily move from one spot of her to the other as if i had known her all my life. She purred her pleasure, reaching down to wrap her slender arms around my neck. After being gently pulled close to her, now face to face she whispered softly, speaking to me:

“Yes”

It Kızılay Escort was her promise, her approval, her desire for more. It was everything. It was my world and I would’ve cried if i had given myself the moment to really let all that sink in, but as it was, I was lost in her arms. It was time and I felt ready. She spreaded her legs for me, guiding them up and hooking them around my waist as I became drawn into her most intimate of embraces. On top, I took one hand from her and guided myself into her. It was hard going in, perhaps it was her nervousness as well, but I took my time, slowly pushing myself into her and pulling out. Every time, I would push in a little more until it felt like I had sunk past all resistance and was where I belonged. I was fully inside of her now and she took a singularly deep breath, a gasp as she was aware of it too.

It could have been hours, minutes or even seconds, but after that we seemed to have done it for a leisurely span of eternity. There was no I or Her that moment, there was just Us. We moved, we moaned, we heard ourselves, we clutched us tightly and we would pant for more, always more. We lost each other in ourselves and we relished in it. Soon we started to shake, to tremble and finally, the ties that held us together in such heated passion, exploded and threw us into our respective selves.

I was aware of many things at that moment, but all I cared about was what I felt at that moment and that she was… content. Giving her a sweet little kiss on her lips, I recieved nothing in return and it was only when I had taken the time to listen to her breathing had I realized she had just fallen asleep. I chuckled and felt a great sense of pride, I had actually done her in until she fell asleep! Proud now as well as happy, I grinned so widely and withdraw myself from her as I again found my spot on the bed beside her. She groaned when I slipped out of her and woke up again, muttering how she didn’t want me to pull out so soon, before slipping off into slumber once more.

So I turned onto my side, facing her and with my gentle strength, I pulled her into my arm, spooning up to her and it was then that I too, slept. I was safe with her in my arms, all was well. All was good and now, my passion was ignited. Forever fanned, the flame of my love grows brightly still, though I’ve since passed the torch to another.

No matter how often I should die only to be reborn in a blaze of glory during these little deaths, I don’t think I will ever forget my first.

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Chapter 2.

The visiting manager from head office was 42 years old. He was reserved, efficient, highly successful, and (as Jennifer Brown had been quick to appreciate) quite handsome.

Today, however, he was not feeling efficient or successful, he was feeling deeply frustrated. He had planned to spend two days in this one-horse town getting the company’s regional office in order, but he had apparently underestimated both the scale of the job and the incomptence of the middle managers. The only person who was of any use at all was the bloody secretary. But today not even she had managed to turn up. It was looking as though he would have to extend his booking at the local hotel to the end of the week, and he was not happy about it.

He was still glowering as he stalked through the foyer of his hotel, carrying his briefcase and heading for his room. He paused in front of the lifts, then suddenly changed his mind and turned away, making instead for the busy lobby bar.

‘Whiskey on the rocks,’ he muttered to the bartender. ‘Room 16.’

At the sound of his voice a woman a few barstools away stiffened, and flashed him a glance. She looked away again almost immediately, almost as though she was embarrased, which was a little odd. He shrugged and picked up his drink, but in the absence of anything else interesting to look at he found his gaze drifting back to the woman at the bar.

She was worth the second glance, he decided. Her hair was loose and thick, and dyed a firey red which was quite arresting. She was a bit on the plump side but she was wearing a tight black skirt that hugged her bum and legs all the way to her knees, a wide red belt, and a white blouse unbuttoned over a generous cleavage. Someone had done her makeup in great dramatic style, with red lips and sweeping Kolej Escort dark eyeliner.

He realised he was not the only one observing. Out of the corner of those sexily painted eyes she was watching him too. Well, he was here alone for another night and it had been a shit day, what was the harm in a little conversation. If it came to nothing he’d still have something nice to think about while he masturbated later.

He closed the short distance between them.

“Good evening,” he said. But that was all.

The woman was looking straight at him, a little quizically, her cheeks a little flushed, her spine very straight. But after a couple of beats she almost seemed to relax a little, and she replied, just a little hoarsely, “Hello.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

She smiled slightly. “Yes. Yes you can. Better make it a double, though.”

He inclined his head. “Certainly. A double what?”

“Oh, a double anything actually. Whiskey. Vodka. Rocket fuel.”

“Has it been a bad day?” He barely took his eyes from her as he placed an order with the bartender.

Her drink arrived and she took a quick gulp, grimacing slightly, then half-smiled. “A bad day? No. It’s been a … revealing day.” She met his gaze, again with that slightly secretive, inquiring look. “I hope, however, that it’s going to end a very good day indeed.”

He frowned slightly. “I’m sorry, but you remind me of someone. Have we met before?”

Her smile turned into a teasing grin. She had lovely little white teeth. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly say for certain. You must meet so many people!” It was as though she was playing a game with him, but he had no idea of the rules. He was intrigued in spite of himself.

“Tell me then, Sincan Escort what has made your day so revealing.”

“Well, I met a very interesting woman. One I hope to develop a very rewarding friendship with in time. But you don’t want to hear about that. Surely you’d rather hear why I’m hopeful that my day is going to end so well?”

“Sure, tell me that.”

She turned and leaned in toward him, as though she was going to tell him a secret. Her blouse gaped invitingly, and all the gentlemanly insticts in the world couldn’t keep his gaze from dropping. Her breasts were pale and round and barely confined by a pretty white lace push-up bra. His cock, already stirring, filled and lengthened appreciatively.

“I’m hoping,” she whispered huskily, “To find someone in this bar to take to bed with me.”

Well, that was it, there was no way he could stand up now.

“I see,” he responded, as gravely as he could. “Who did you have in mind?”

She leaned back again, tapping her full bottom lip with a red-painted fingernail.

“I did consider the barman, first,” she said consideringly, “But I think he might be a little young for me. Then again, he’d probably be very virile. He looks like he’d have a lot of energy, don’t you think?”

They both looked at the bartender, who was probably in his early twenties, tall and lean, with dark floppy hair and fashionable stubble. He was polishing glasses, oblivious to their assessment.

“Hmm. He does seem scarcely out of the school room. Aren’t you worried he might prove a little… premature?”

The woman’s delighted gaze returned to him, and he was surprised by the jolt of pleasure and relief it gave him to have her attention again. She was enjoying their game Yenimahalle Escort very much, her eyes were practically sparkling with excitement. It amplified his own excitement too.

“Premature? Well, maybe. But I feel sure I’d be able to … resurrect him. Again, and again if need be. You see,” and again she leaned forward to confide, and again he saw the straining of her bra and felt an echo of it in his pants, “I have a lot of … energy too.

He cleared his throat. “I see. Anyone else?”

“Well, do you see the man in the corner, the one in the jeans and boots?”

“Yes. The one with his mate, looks like he’d drive a ute, lining up the beers.”

“I’ve been thinking about him, too. I’ve caught a few lines of their conversation, I think he’s recently broken up with a girl and he’s drowning his sorrows. I thought maybe he’d like someone to … take his mind off things. I thought, an enthusiastic blow job and a quick fuck with a stranger would suit us both pretty well. We could both go home happy after that – surely!” She looked at him from under her eyelashes. “Don’t you think? Wouldn’t that make you happy?”

He took a deep breath, apparently having forgotten to breathe while she was talking.

“No,” he answered firmly.

She looked downright dismayed and he found it fucking enchanting but he didn’t smile. “No?”

“No. That would not make me happy. It would be gratifying as hell and a great end to the rubbish day I’ve had… But what would make me happy is to take you upstairs… Push you up against a wall, rip open your blouse, lick your breasts until you’re wet and squirming, then push your underwear aside and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. Then,” he pushed a lock of hair out of her face, loving that he could hear her panting softly as he spoke, “Then I’d like to undress us both, stand with you in a steaming shower, and fuck you again. And then I’d like to lie you naked on my bed and explore every last inch of you as slowly as I like, finding out what you like, and make you come… hopefully for the third time.”

He leaned back. “That would make me deleriously happy.”

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Author’s notes

I have decided to go back and republish the “Filipinas” stories in chapters, so that readers can more easily sort through them in order. I have also made minor editorial corrections to eliminate grammar and spelling errors. This does not replace the stand-alone stories, but rather puts them in a different format that can be read as a book.

These stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory. I am not an expert on all things female… nor even all things Filipina. That would be presumptuous. In my experience, every woman I have been with, including every Filipina, has been unique, both physically and psychologically, but then that is just my experience.

Just like you cannot group all men into one generality, women cannot be grouped. What is possible or not possible for each couple is even more complicated. Anatomical differences, both internal and external, personality and attitude differences, likes and dislikes, sensitivity to pleasure and tolerance of pain all come into play when two people come together to determine what is or isn’t possible for each couple. Just because something is outside of your experiences, doesn’t mean that it isn’t possible.

Nobody in this story was underage.

Chapter 16 — Michelle

I was headed back to Southeast Asia from the US, and as usual my travel had a stopover at Clark AFB in the Philippines. I had just put my bag in my hotel room and unsuccessfully looked for the last girl I had been with during my last stay in Angeles City. I finally gave up the search and was walking to a restaurant when I noticed Michelle. She was standing on the sidewalk looking lost with a small suitcase in her hand. I came up beside her and asked if I could help her. She looked confused, so I clarified. “You look hungry, and I am on my way to dinner. Would you like to join me? I will pay for your meal.”

“And what would you want for this service?” she asked.

I raised my hands over my head and replied, “Nothing. If you want to just go back to doing whatever you were doing after dinner, then that will be just fine. I think you are beautiful, and I was hoping to get to know you better over dinner. That is all.”

“OK,” she replied. “Wait. You think I’m beautiful?”

I smiled, “I certainly do. May I carry your bag?”

“Yes,” she said shyly.

We continued on to the restaurant, ordered dinner, and talked. Like so many girls before her, Michelle had been lured to Angeles City by the promise of a job, only to find out that the job was working as a bar girl. She had no extra money, no extra food, no place to stay, and no way to get home.

I never considered myself an expert on anything, let alone Filipinas and the situation in Angeles City, but it was obvious even to me that this was a recurring theme. Somebody must have figured out a long time ago that if they got these girls to the city, they would have little choice but to become bar girls.

Michelle had no idea what she was going to do. She was almost to the point of going to the bar at the address she had been given, and applying for a job there. As she was explaining this, I offered to let her stay with me until she figured out what she wanted to do. She was suspicious of my motives, but after asking me some questions, she realized that she didn’t really have a lot of alternatives.

So, after dinner, we went to my room at the hotel. I stopped along the way for orange juice and ice, and then we went up. Once in the room, I had Michelle sit on the bed while I mixed our drinks in the bathroom.

Like other girls before her, Michelle was impressed by the size and quality of the room. I brought in the drinks, and Michelle seemed thirsty. She downed three glasses of the drink before she even slowed down. By the time she drank her fourth drink, she had mellowed considerably, and she was sprawled on the bed. I leaned over and gave her a short kiss. She seemed surprised. “What was that for?” she asked.

“Nothing in particular,” I replied. “I just saw a beautiful girl laying on my bed and wanted to kiss her. Is that OK?”

“I guess,” she said softly. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Is it OK if I kiss you again?” I asked.

“OK,” she replied.

This time, I took my time with the kiss. I kept it soft at first, gradually building more passion as the kiss went on. When she opened her mouth to breathe, I let my tongue dance in her mouth. This startled her, but she calmed down and was soon sucking my tongue.

My hands were rubbing her all over as our tongues danced, and she was getting more and more into it. When my hand made its way up under her top to find her bra, she just sighed into my mouth. I had suspected that this was all new to her, and that was confirmed as we continued.

My hand found the hooks in the back of her bra and unfastened them. When her bra suddenly Ankara Escort loosened, she jumped a little, but by then she was becoming so mellow that it would have taken a lot more than that to shock her.

My hands made their way to her breasts, and soon I had her top and her bra pushed up to her neck. That was restricting her movements, and she shrugged her arms out of the top and bra, letting me slide them up over her head and off. I’m not sure that she was actually fully aware that she was now naked from the waist up. I was aware, though, and took full advantage.

I started suckling her nipples, and I soon had them hard and protruding. Her nipples were large compared to her breasts, which were maybe a large A-cup or small B-cup. That was OK, though, and I had plenty to play with. I also found out that she was extremely sensitive all over her breasts, and suckling her nipples just about drove her wild.

She wasn’t really saying anything the whole time I was playing with her breasts, and I took that as consent to do more. My hand found its way under her skirt to her panties, and I started to softly rub her through the crotch of her panties. This made her jump again, but again she stopped fighting it and started pushing back against my fingers.

I unsnapped and unzipped her skirt, and while still suckling her nipples, slid her skirt and panties down her legs and off her feet. She even lifted her bottom when I told her to do so. Now, she was completely naked. I went to work on her vulva with my fingers. Her legs were soon spread apart, and my fingers were rubbing her clit, her labia and her vaginal entrance. She was moaning and squealing in enjoyment of my actions.

Michelle was squirming around on the bed by then. Amazingly, instead of squirming away from me as some virgins might, she was squirming to get closer to the sensations she was feeling. I’m not sure if she ever thought logically about what was happening, but it seemed she was more prone to riding the waves of pleasure she was feeling than thinking rationally about where this was going.

I was able to slip my clothes off as I played with her breasts and pussy, so now I was laying skin-to-skin next to this beautiful girl on my bed. I released her nipple from my lips and kissed my way down Michelle’s tummy.

She wasn’t shaved or even trimmed, but then she didn’t need to. Her pubic hair was smooth, short and only above her labia. I kissed my way past until my tongue dipped down between her labia. Her vulva was soaking wet from the lubrication she had already produced, and I got my first taste of her sweet juices. This was one of the best tasting pussies I had come across.

I spent a lot of time lapping up the juices that were pouring from her vaginal entrance. Of course, I couldn’t resist fingering the entrance as well. Her hymen was up inside of her vagina and was thicker than many I had seen. I wondered if that meant it would hurt more when torn. I guessed that I would know the answer to that before the night was over.

Surprisingly, I was able to slide my pinky finger through the hole in her hymen and then stretch it out little by little from there. I never had to tear her hymen with my finger as it eventually just stretched out of the way to give me full access with two fingers.

I was sucking her clit as I fingered her vagina, and Michelle was loving the feelings she was experiencing. I somehow don’t think she completely understood what those feelings meant though. When I thought she was ready, I moved my cock up between her legs and seated the cockhead in her vaginal entrance.

I pushed in slowly, taking my time with this girl. She had been enjoying the sensations of my fingers in her pussy, and now my cock had replaced them. Her hips continued to rock against me but with less enthusiasm than before. It was as if she was waking up to the idea that I was pushing my cock into her.

When my cockhead came up against her hymen, I simply pushed through into her depths. She winced, as I expect that she finally felt the remnant of her hymen tear as my cock passed through. Once through her hymen, my cock continued up her vagina until it firmly pressed against her cervix. I pressed into her, letting her feel the full length of my cock inside her. She drew her legs up until they were behind my back and held me there.

I started with small movements at first, letting her adjust to my size in her. I needn’t have worried, though. Michelle was soon pressing back at me with every thrust of my cock against her cervix. She was breathing as heavily as I was as we did the dance of love. Michelle became more and more enthusiastic about fucking me back as time went on. When we finally came to the end, her vaginal muscles were milking me even before I started releasing my seed through her cervix and into her womb.

Soon, though, I couldn’t hold back and I was flooding her womb with my seed. That totally Balgat Escort tipped her over the edge, and she was climaxing wildly right along with me. Her pussy was contracting around my cock and I could feel her cervix convulsing as well. My seed continued to shoot into her as her cervix repeatedly opened and closed against my cockhead. It didn’t seem like our orgasms would ever end. What an awesome feeling. One more wonderful trip into paradise.

I kissed her tenderly as we came down from our orgasms. Michelle seemed confused when the initial realization hit her of what we had just done. However, she didn’t cry or complain. She didn’t angrily blame me for stealing her virginity. She just adjusted to her new reality. She hugged me and kissed me back as we lay there still connected by our genitals.

We fell asleep like that, my cock still inside of her pussy, her legs still wrapped around my back. I had no sensation of time, but when I again woke, my cock was once again becoming hard inside her. I let it slide back and forth until it was well lubricated and then thrust it in with more force. I was soon thrusting and withdrawing in a comfortable rhythm with her just lying there unmoving.

That I could have sex with a woman while she slept intrigued me, so I made no effort to wake her. When I came again, my cockhead was firmly pressed against her cervix, once more shooting all of my seed into her waiting womb. Once my seed was all deposited, I let my cock slip out of her pussy, so I could lay beside her on the bed.

We woke when my alarm went off early the next morning. At first, she was scared because she didn’t know where she was. Then, she calmed down as her memory returned to her. We talked for a while before either of us tried to move.

She said, “I have lost my virginity, so no man will want me as his wife. Now that I am no longer a virgin, I guess there is nothing stopping me from working in the bars here in Angeles City. In a way, it makes my choices easier. What would you like me to do?”

I replied, “If you want to work at a bar, that is OK, but I hope that you will stay with me here this week before you apply for a job. I suspect that you will get a job as soon as you apply, so I would prefer that you wait.

“OK,” she replied. “I can do that.”

I explained to her how I had duties on the base for the first part of each day, but that I would return in the early afternoon to be with her each day. That seemed OK to her, and I explained that I would give her a room key and some money for breakfast and lunch each day. She hugged me when I told her that. She was still worried about where she would stay and what she would eat, so I had eliminated her worries.

I asked her if she would like to shower with me, and she looked down at our nude bodies on the bed. “I guess since we have already made love, there is nothing left to hide. Yes, I will shower with you.”

We showered together and after we were clean, I placed her hands on the shower wall and positioned myself behind her. When my cock started entering her pussy from behind, she started at first, but was then pushing back against me every time I thrust. It wasn’t long before I was once again filling her womb with my seed.

We washed up again, got dried and dressed, I gave her a room key and money for meals, I kissed her and was out the door. After my normal base routine, I returned to my room. Michelle was laying on the bed completely naked waiting for me. “I thought we might as well save you the trouble of undressing me,” she said.

“That was very thoughtful,” I replied. I quickly undressed and positioned myself between her legs. Instead of just pressing my cock into her pussy immediately, I bent down to eat her instead. Her pussy was just as tasty as I remembered. There is something about fresh, unused pussies that is far better than well-used pussies.

It took about five minutes and she was orgasming on my face. When she started to shake, I moved up and slid my cock into her pussy. It was much quicker to slide into her core today than yesterday. Once my full length was buried, I started thrusting and withdrawing in good rhythm.

Michelle’s hips were rocking to meet my thrusts and increase their depth and power. Over and over again, my cock was pressing into her cervix until I finally pressed it firmly into her, holding it in place against her cervix as I emptied all of my sperm into her womb. She was shuddering as I pumped her full of my seed.

We took an afternoon nap together, showered and went to dinner. We talked more during dinner, which was interesting. She asked if I might want to marry her, to which I told her honestly that it wouldn’t be wise of me to marry anybody. After I explained some things about my job (what little I could), she understood why I wasn’t likely to marry her.

She said it wasn’t likely that any other man would marry her either, since she wasn’t a virgin. Çankaya Escort I disputed that. There were plenty of men on the base who would love to marry her, virgin or not. All she had to do was meet them, and it seemed like she already had a plan to do that.

After dinner, we walked back to the room. We lay on the bed talking some more, but eventually she decided that she would rather have me teach her how to be a good lover than to talk. I told her I wasn’t sure that I was qualified to do that, but she disagreed.

We kissed some more, and then I taught her how to give a hand job and a blow job. I taught her what I liked in both acts, but I told her that most men would rather just fuck than have either of those acts. I asked her if she knew what anal sex was, and she didn’t. After I explained it, she said she wasn’t sure that she could do that.

“That’s OK,” I said. “Anal isn’t my favorite thing anyway. If you want to be a bar girl, you may want to learn it at some point, but it isn’t important right now.”

Michelle leaned over and kissed me, “Thank you for your patience.”

I chuckled to myself. I had just taken this girl’s virginity, and she was thanking me for my patience. I started opening Michelle’s buttons. Fact is, I enjoy unwrapping presents, and Michelle was a wonderful present for me. When I got the last button undone, I pushed her blouse away and exposed her nipples. They were standing proud, and it wasn’t long before my lips closed around them.

Michelle loved to have her nipples suckled. I’m sure that she would really enjoy motherhood because of that. Before I was done with her breasts, every square inch of skin had been sucked and kissed. I pulled her skirt and panties down her legs and off before moving my lips to her pussy. It was ready when I got there, with lubrication pouring out of her vaginal entrance.

“You have great lubrication,” I mentioned. “You will never have a problem with dry sex.”

I sucked her clit and used two fingers to bring up even more lubrication. She was especially sensitive just inside of her vagina, and I teased that area with a ‘come here’ motion for several minutes before Michelle pulled me up to line my cock up with her entrance.

A small thrust was all it took to firmly seat me in her vagina. Michelle’s legs wrapped around my back and pulled me into her even deeper. My cockhead was repeatedly pressing into her cervix and she was gasping in pleasure. This girl was built for sex. She was enthusiastic as she pressed against me with every thrust, and the tempo built rapidly. Soon, we were slapping together over and over again as our bodies met.

I felt my seed rising and asked Michelle if she was about to cum. “I think so,” she replied. A few more thrusts were all it took to drag us both over the edge, crashing into climax. My balls were pumping my seed up through my cock and into her womb, and her body was pulling me in deeper to receive my seed. My mind and body were somewhere between chaos and paradise, but it certainly felt good.

As the last of my sperm was pumped into her womb, both of us collapsed to our sides, her legs still wrapped around me and my cock still deep inside of her. We kissed and fell asleep like that. We woke a few times during the night to continue the action, and each time was a delight.

In the morning, we were both startled by the alarm, but we still got up and got showered. Of course, there was a fair bit of play in the shower before we got out. Michelle lay on the bed and watched me as I dressed and got ready to go. I gave her some money for food, kissed her, and was out the door.

The next four days were pretty much the same, with Michelle becoming more sexual with each coupling. I was enjoying this time with a girl where no commitment was expected. Commitments hadn’t really worked out well for me in the past anyway.

When I got my travel orders for Thailand, Michelle was sad to see me go, but she had known all along that this was coming, so there were no surprises. We had one last afternoon and night of fun, and I was off to the base terminal. Michelle was off to a new life as a bar girl. I wished her luck, but never saw her again, so I’m not sure how things worked out for her.

Chapter 17 — Ziggy

Ziggy, as her name suggests, was a unique young woman. She never seemed to fit in back home, so she left. She just got tired of being told constantly that she needed to do things this way or that way (like so-and-so does it). In short, Ziggy felt there had to be a better way to live her life. She didn’t want to follow somebody else’s version of how life should be lived.

Growing up, Ziggy thought she might be a ‘Tom-Boy’ (a lesbian), but she had never really sensed any attraction that direction (or any other direction for that matter). Indeed, others around her were sure that Ziggy was a ‘Tom-Boy.’ Instead, she just wrapped herself in a shell to protect herself from the hurtful comments that were made by others close to her.

I met Ziggy when she was working in a small store across the street from my hotel. I would go there to buy fresh orange juice and other necessities of life whenever I was in Angeles City (AC). She was a cute girl, but not truly beautiful. And yet, there was something beautiful about her, and it took me a while to realize what it was.

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Chapter 1 -Forty Five Years Later

I married at a very young age. Spent four years in the Armed Service and produced two wonderful sons. My wife of 45 years decided she wanted a divorce and filed a couple years ago. I moved after taking a new position within my company and my ex moved to be close to our kids and grandkids.

After I moved I bought myself a little place in a very small town not far from work. I buried myself in my work and did not date for a year. I managed to hook up with an old acquaintance and she became my “Fuck Buddy”. We get together four or five times a year and spend a few days together.

It’s been three years since the divorce and I get lonely as well as horny. I masturbate to give myself some relief but it’s not the same. In a past story I spoke about the first time I sucked a cock and the first time I was fucked in the ass. Loneliness makes you think, about past relationships, sex, things that you should have done.

One evening after a few drinks I decided to watch some internet porn and get myself off. I watched women giving blowjobs, men giving blowjobs and fucking porn. I thought back to my experience when I sucked a cock and how much it pleased me giving pleasure to a cock. I watched a porn movie about Glory Holes, after watching women and men servicing cocks anonymously I became intrigued and decided I would be paying one a visit.

Chapter 2 -The Quest for Another First

After watching porn and researching Glory Holes I decided to find one in my area. I found that there was one listed in an Adult Book Store about fifty miles away. I worked up my courage and decided I would see what this was all about. I found a site on the internet that had Glory Hole Etiquette, so before venturing out I read the fine points of Glory Hole etiquette.

I Ankara Escort finally got the courage to make a trip to the book store and see if I could get a blowjob. I read that mostly older men frequent these places, but a mouth is a mouth and my cock needed servicing. I entered through a pair of frosted glass doors.

Immediately inside were three walls full of vibrators, rubber cocks, party favors and other sexual sundries. I walked around and looked at the DVD’s and gasped when I saw a rubber cock that was 14″ long and thought, who would fuck themselves with that monster. Next to the counter are two swinging doors with a sign giving rules for the viewing area.

I went to the counter and there was a slightly overweight woman working. I changed a ten dollar bill for some tokens to use in the booths. I entered the swinging doors and found a dimly lit room with about fourteen booths. Walking around none of the booths were occupied so I chose one that was next to another since there were a few that were singles. I noted the single booths had no hole in the wall. This would not do since I was there to get a blowjob.

I settled in a booth and dropped in a few tokens. Switching between channels I watched everything from gay sex to orgies. Watching a guy give a blowjob to another guy brought back memories of my first real cock sucking session. My cock started to get hard watching this scene.

The movie clicked off so I put more tokens in to watch more. It was about ten minutes and someone entered the booth next to mine. I heard a couple tokens drop and a movie started to play. I watched the hole in the wall and a finger poked in, not thinking I poked my finger back through.

Well I guess that means you want Balgat Escort to be the bottom because I heard a zipper and then an uncut cock poked through the hole. I gently took it in my hand and started to stroke it. There was response right away in the form of a limp uncut cock starting to get hard.

Because I mixed up on the signals I thought I’d see if I lost my touch. I dropped to my knees and got close enough to see the cock had no scabs and no odor. I moved in and licked the head before sliding this anonymous cock into my mouth. I sucked on the cock for a minute or so and the cock withdrew from the hole. I was disappointed, I thought I did something wrong or was not practiced enough to give a blowjob.

Disappointed I left the booth and looked for one that was occupied and I could give the right signal this time. I found one occupied and entered the one next to the occupied booth. I dropped in a few tokens and watched a movie for a minute or so. I then poked my finger in the hole and waited for a response. To no avail there was no response. I waited and tried again but no response and the occupant exited the booth.

Leaving the booth I headed back to the previous booth I was in and while going past a single preview booth there was an older gentleman watching a movie in a single booth with the door open. As I went past he said “Come on in,” with his cock in his hand. I was not sure about two people in the booth but who was there to stop it, I didn’t see “Booth Police” anywhere nearby.

Once I entered the booth the gentleman closed and locked the door. He unhooked his belt and dropped his shorts to knee level and did the same with his boxers. I looked down and realized this was the cock that came through the hole Çankaya Escort earlier. I reached down and started to stroke his cock. He put his hand on my shoulder and indicated that I should go down on him. I went to my knees and got close to the uncut cock I sucked on minutes earlier and realized this was the first uncut cock I had ever touched or sucked. Attached to the cock was a pair of balls that were huge and hanging down. I gently cupped his balls and started to massage them while I took his cock in my mouth.

I sucked on his cock at least five minutes and he was just starting to get hard and I could feel the foreskin giving away to the bulbous head. He was beginning to breathe harder and started to thrust his hips. He grabbed my head and began to face fuck me. His cock was not very long, I’d estimate five to five and a half inches. I was able to deep throat him without gagging. He let go of my head and pulled back and said “I’m ready to cum, can I cum in your mouth?” I told him that he could cum when he was ready because I was prepared for a load.

I pulled his cock deep into my mouth and grabbed his ass with both hands and that was all it took for him to bust a nut. He didn’t have much cum at all, but what he gave me I swallowed.

After I finished he pulled his pants up and told me to drop mine because he wanted to see my cock. I did as he asked and revealed a massive hard on, shaved around the base of my cock with shaved balls. He stroked me and in one motion dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. He didn’t have to suck long until I told him “I’m ready to cum.” He nodded and kept sucking.

I guess he could tell I was ready to shoot because he poked his finger in my ass and hit my prostate. When he did that I exploded like my cock was filled with TNT. I came for what seemed minutes. The last time I came with that intensity was when I was jerked off while being fucked in the ass.

My first trip to a glory hole was a good time and I am looking forward to another visit soon. If I return it’s possible I will get a younger cock that will give a bigger load to swallow. Only time will tell.

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There’s a first time for everything, especially for winning, even for Barbara.

“Today is my birthday, Sunday, October 31st. Happy birthday to me. Happy Halloween to everyone,” said Barbara for no one to hear.

Already a little bit drunk, she sat alone again. Alcohol her only friend, she had suddenly taken a liking to Cosmopolitans. The cranberry and lime juice gave her enough of a kick to mask the vodka and triple sec. Plus, she loved the red color of her drink, especially when staring down at her glass in depression. Red made her angry and she had every right to be. Right now, anger is what she so needed to take action. Her only friend, her co-worker and, coincidentally, the woman who was also her roommate, was on stage getting all the accolades and attention from everyone, especially from men.

“Congratulations Veronica,” said the big boss. “You won the contest again.”

“Oh, thank you,” she said acting shyly coy, while posing for the camera. “I can’t believe I won…again,” she said with an annoying laugh, much like the laugh of Rachel on Big Brother 12.

“I love your costume,” said the man in charge of fashion design at the magazine where they worked.

“Smile and say, Paris,” said the photographer taking her photo for the official company newsletter and for the press release to be published in all the fashion magazines.

“Great costume, Veronica,” said all of her male co-workers, and even some female co-workers, congratulating her one after another, while leering at her nearly naked body with some of them giving her hugs and kisses on the cheek.

They, especially the men, all gathered and congregated around Veronica still congratulating her and wishing her well for winning, yet, another company Halloween costume party.

“It’s bad enough that I must share my birthday with Halloween but now that I must share my birthday with Veronica winning yet, another friggin’ company Halloween costume contest is more than I can bear and too much to endure. It’s my birthday and she gets all the attention. It’s my birthday and she gets all the well wishers, the compliments, and the men. Well, no more. This time next year, for my 30th birthday, I’ll be a new woman,” she said raising her glass in toast to herself.

Thinking, no doubt, that Barbara was toasting her, Veronica waved to her co-worker, friend, and roommate and gave her a big cheesecake smile, along with her pixie pose. Barbara raised her camera and took Veronica’s photo.

“This is the perfect photo that will give me the motivation I need to continue my transformation through the winter,” she said to herself. “Asshole,” said Barbara through her teeth. “Selfish, self-centered bitch. Whore. Slut. Breast implanted bimbo. I hate you,” she said under her breath, while smiling, waving, and blowing kisses at her friend.

“You’re so lucky to have such a beautiful friend,” said a man from the next table.

“I’m truly blessed,” said Barbara playing him with her own version of Veronica’s plastic smile and rolling her eyes, as soon as he looked away. She wanted to puke her hatred of Veronica all over him.

“Isn’t she gorgeous,” said someone else at another table.

“She’s a real winner inside and out,” said Barbara beginning to slur her words.

“She has such a great body,” said someone else.

“I wish I had her body. I wish I had her face. I wish I was her,” said Barbara for only herself to hear, while downing her drink and ordering another from a passing waiter. “Waiter! Hit me with another one of these Cosmopolitans and keep them coming, until I have red liquid dripping from my unconscious body.”

She pictured herself lying on the floor under the table, as if a beached whale with a harpoon in her side, and no one noticing her.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a laugh.

Beginning to gain a few pounds from eating too much fast foods and from not exercising enough, Barbara wasn’t much to look at, especially when standing in the shine of Veronica’s radiance. With her mousey, brown hair, smallish breasts, and oversized eyeglasses, she looked more like a bank auditor, then she did an employee of a famous fashion magazine. She wished she looked more like Veronica.

“Ronnie was so popular. Ronnie was so pretty. Ronnie was so phony, but every man and even some women wanted her,” said Barbara working on her fourth drink.

Barbara grew extraordinarily and exasperatingly tired of watching her best friend and roommate get everything. When she won the Halloween contest the first time, she handled that with aplomb. Then, when she won the Halloween contest for the second year, she handled her second win with a bit of jealous rivalry. Now, the third consecutive win, she was thinking of how she could poison her friend without anyone knowing she had been murdered and suspecting.

Tired of being the invisible wallflower, while Veronica got all the men, she wanted and needed some attention, too. Tired of sitting home alone, while Ronnie went on hot dates to faraway places with a different man every month, she wanted Cebeci Escort her turn at living life large, too. The type of woman who’d give you the pantyhose off her legs, Barbara was a swell gal and a real friend in need.

“Barb, I’m in need and I need a friend. I have a run and I need to run. Gimme your pantyhose off your legs. I’m late for a hot date to a faraway place with a new man.”

“What happened to all the clothes you win every year at the Halloween costume contest?”

“I dunno. I wear them. Hurry. Armando is on his way here.”

“Armando? Who’s Armando? Where’d you meet him? Never mind, I don’t want to know,” she said taking off her pantyhose. “Here, I got them all warm for you. I just put them on a few minutes ago,” she said with a laugh, but Ronnie was already gone out the door.

“Bye,” said Barbara to herself. “You’re welcome that I gave you my last pair of pantyhose. Don’t worry about me. I have plenty of tube socks to wear under my sweat pants. I don’t need to wear a skirt. No one looks at me, especially at my legs, anyway. It isn’t like I’m going anywhere that I need to wear pantyhose. I could walk around in a green, plastic, trash bag and no one would notice me,” she said talking to herself.

“Don’t wait up for me,” yelled Veronica jumping in the cab and leaving.

“At least I have my cat,” said Barbara looking around the living room for her cat. after not seeing Tinkerbell resting on her usual perch on the back of the couch. “Tinkerbell? Tinkerbell? Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.”

“Meow,” she heard Tinkerbell’s familiar voice but at a distance.

Then, just as she realized her cat was outside, she heard a screech, a God awful cat cry, and a thud. In such a panicked rush not to be late to meet her boyfriend, Veronica had left the front door wide open and Tinkerbell, a house cat, unless going to the veterinarian in the cat carrier, had never been outside, that is, until now that she was road kill and flattened on the pavement.

“Tinkerbell!”

With Veronica not thinking about anyone but herself, the untimely death of Tinkerbell was the last straw. Every year, the fashion magazine, where Barbara and Veronica worked, had a Halloween costume party, a big bash, where the corporate boss personally picked the winner. For the last three consecutive years, Veronica had won the grand prize, a trip to Paris and a complete wardrobe from shoes, gloves, coat, and hat with everything in between. It wasn’t fair. She couldn’t help but wonder if Veronica was sleeping with or had slept with the big boss.

Barbara wouldn’t mind Veronica winning as much, if only she gave someone else a chance to win. She wouldn’t mind as much, at the least, if Ronnie won with a different costume, that is, if you want to call what she wears a costume. Every year, she wins by dressing up as Miss America. She wears a bikini, of course, albeit a different bikini each year, along with a sash, a crown, and high heels, while holding a dozen roses. As part of her phoniness, her always present plastic smile is plastered across her face.

With the death of Tinkerbell still a fresh memory, Barbara sat alone at her table, while the rest of the group danced, talked, laughed, and drank. Barbara worked behind the scenes in accounting, indirectly contributing to the magazine’s publication, instead of in one of the more creatively exciting departments of the magazine that directly were responsible for the magazines monthly publication. Not feeling part of the group she worked so hard to help, no one ever asked her to dance and because of that, she felt like a leper.

Now alone without a friend and without her beloved cat, it was then and there that she decided to make some changes to her life. She hasn’t taken a vacation or a day off, since she started working there 8 years ago and according to human relations, she’s accumulated six months of vacation, personal, and sick time. Her plan was to take a leave of absence to do all that she needed to do. With the company cutting back and laying off some extraneous staff, she decided to take all of her time, before losing it. With her luck, even though she’s the one who works, actually does her job and beyond, they’d keep Ronnie over her. Aside from flirting and flitting all day, she doesn’t know what Ronnie even does to earn more money than she earns.

The first thing she did to remove herself from the dark shadow of Veronica was to move out and get her own apartment, something she wished she had done, before her roommate had killed her cat. Having her own apartment now gave her the privacy she needed to recover from the surgery she planned on having. Next on her metamorphous plan was to change from an ugly caterpillar to beautiful butterfly with the help of some plastic surgery. It took her some time to make all the arrangements, but with all her appointments in hand, ready to take the next, bold step to change her life for the better, she took her leave of absence with all her accumulated time at the end of April. Çıtır Escort Long before her appointed time of returning to work, the doctor assured her that she’d be ready, healed, and well enough to return to work by October.

In six months, she’d be a new woman. In six months, no doubt, she’d have a man. In six months, she’d be just as good looking and desirable as Veronica. In six months, she’d win the Halloween contest, the trip to Paris, and the complete wardrobe of new clothes. In six months, just six months, she’d finally have a new face and body, a new life, and be happy.

Having never spent any money on herself, saving nearly every extra penny she earned, she was going for broke and was now ready to spend up to $50,000 on herself. She figured that was enough to transform her into movie star status and hopefully, to be able to compete with Veronica on a level playing field. Spending most of her free time home alone watching reality shows on television, with her favorite shows being the Bachelorette and Big Brother, she decided to have the works done to herself. Physically changing who she was and how others perceived her was her way to not only improve her self-confidence and self-image but also to put her dating life, or lack thereof, not only on track but also on overdrive.

Never again will she have to satisfy herself with a vibrator. Never again will she be home alone on a Saturday night eating ice cream. Men, men, men, she had fantasies of men, men her age, older men, and younger men seducing her and making love to her.

Having spent years learning how to do it from Veronica, she’d dress provocatively. She’d flaunt her body. She’d unmercifully tease men in the way that men have ignored her. Then, when she found the one and only, she imagined living life happily ever after in a home with two kids, two cars, and a dog. Wow!

She looked down at her ring finger visualizing the big rock she’d have on it in just six months time. She imagined the man she’d bag, a doctor, a lawyer, a wealthy industrialist. He’d be handsome and he’d have a big cock. She put down her ice cream for the vibrator and removed her sweat pants and panties to give her some much needed pleasure.

She visualized herself as a new person. She visualized every man wanting her. She visualized herself being the social butterfly and being invited to cocktail parties and receptions. Late nights and weekends traveling to foreign countries, why she didn’t think of transforming her appearance before was beyond her. Only, with Veronica in her life, working with the woman and living with the woman, she couldn’t keep a thought about herself in her head, when everything was all about Veronica. Now, for the very first time, everything is about what Barbara wants and needs. Starting today, this is the first time, even for Barbara, to have the life she always wanted and so deserves.

First on the list was having all her teeth fixed, straightened, capped, brightened, and whitened. She shed her big eyeglasses for Lasik eye surgery. Next was liposuction to eliminate the little paunch of a pot belly she always had and that she was unable to flatten no matter how much exercise she did. With breast implants the main reason why she was at the plastic surgeon, while there she had chin, cheek, and buttock implants, and Rhinoplasty to give her the perfect, little nose she always wanted to have.

“This will give you a nice, full, B cup breasts,” said the plastic surgeon with a smile, while showing her how she’d look with round and symmetrical, B cup breasts, instead of the small, flat as a pancake A cup breasts she had now.

As if she was watching herself on video, as if she was seeing herself starring in a B movie role, even a skin flick, she said just one word to the plastic surgeon for him to denote exactly what she wanted and what most women who came there for breast augmentation surgery wanted.

“Bigger,” was all that she said.

“Pardon?” The plastic surgeon looked at her, before looking down at her nonexistent chest that was covered by a paper gown.

“As if lava spilling out of a volcano, as if my tits look like Beyonce’s ass cheeks stuffed in my bra, I want my brassiere cups to overflow with breasts,” she said holding her hands out in front of her flat chest.

“I see,” said the plastic surgeon.

“Now that I’ll be having my nose job and not having that as being the first thing that anyone sees of me, when I round the corner to enter a room, I want my tits to appear in the room ahead of me, instead of my nose,” she said with a laugh.

“Okay, let’s see how you’d look like with a full C cup,” he said exchanging the B cup imagery on the computer screen for C cup imagery. “Honestly, I don’t recommend you go any bigger than a full C cup.”

“Perfect,” she said with a broad smile. “They are absolutely just what I wanted.”

Without leaving a scar, the surgeon perfectly sculpted her two roundly symmetrical, beautiful C cup breasts that looked so natural that Demetevler Escort no one could tell. While she was healing, following a strict diet and physical exercise regimen, she worked out at home, as if preparing for the Olympics or the Iron Women events. Then, once she healed from all the plastic surgery, she had her makeup, nails, and hair done. She went platinum for her hair color and with platinum blonde hair extensions, her hair had that long, lush, sexy Jennifer Marlowe look that Loni Anderson had in WKRP Cincinnati.

She bought a whole new wardrobe of clothes to flatter and highlight her new body. The money that she would have used to buy a new car, she used on herself to give herself a new appearance and what an appearance it was. Completely transformed, with long, platinum blonde hair, a toned slim body with a firm round ass and breast implants, she was stunningly beautiful.

It was late October when she finally returned to work and just as expected, she was the hit of the office, an understatement. Every man and even some women wanted her. Everyone wanted her to sit in on meetings that necessitated them breaking for lunch and, never having been invited before, she was invited to long, liquid lunches now.

Suddenly, with Veronica shunned and relegated to the background, she was now more the woman that Barbara once was. Barbara was now the woman that Veronica once was, the shining star of the office. It didn’t take long for the corporate, big boss to notice her and summon her to headquarters to give her the raise, big bonus, and the promotion that she so deserved and worked so hard and so long to get but never received because she was invisible.

Still, she didn’t show all the surprises that she had, at least not until she stood on stage at the company, Halloween costume party with her nemesis. There on center stage, along with a dozen other contestants, she stood side by side with Veronica. With Veronica, yet, again, in her customary bikini, sash, crown, high heels, while holding her dozen roses, and her plastic smile, Barbara stood beside her wearing her hair up in a bun, oversized eyeglasses, and a frumpy business suit.

“That’s your costume,” whispered Veronica with a cold shoulder. “You don’t have a chance in Hell of winning this Halloween costume contest,” she said with a smug laugh.

“You’re right, Ronnie. I know I don’t have a chance in Hell of winning this Halloween costume contest, but I bet I’d win if I looked more like Wonder Woman,” said Barbara with a vindictive smile.

“Wonder Woman? Actually, you do look like wonder woman,” said Veronica with a laugh. “Wearing those frumpy business suits you wear, everyone wonders if you’re a woman or a man in drag,” she said with a laugh. “Wonder Woman. Ha, ha, that’s a laugh.”

With that, just as they were about to announce the winner of the company Halloween costume contest and name Veronica as the winner of her yearly trip to Paris and another complete wardrobe of new fashion designer clothes for the 4th consecutive year, Barbara interrupted the judge.

“Oops, sorry, silly me. Duh. I’m such a dumb blonde,” she said with a laugh and all the men, and even some of the women, laughed with her. “I forgot to reveal my costume.”

Already wearing her spiked high heels, while all the men watched her sudden striptease, Barbara removed her eyeglasses, let down her long, lush, blonde hair and with one quick tug of her breakaway business suit, she revealed herself wearing a Wonder Woman bikini in red and white stripes with white stars on a background of blue. Obviously, because Barbara was wearing an American flag bikini explained why so many patriotic, company men stood at attention staring and saluting her with their erections at full mast tenting their trousers.

Suffice to say that Barbara won and Veronica lost. It was the first time that Barbara received any attention. It was the first time that Barbara overshadowed Veronica, her ex-roommate and her ex-friend. It was the first time that Barbara had won anything. It was the first time that Barbara finally felt like the woman on the outside that she always was on the inside.

Then, as her prize for winning the Halloween costume contest, the big boss, Randolph Chadwick, offered to fly her to Paris for her week long shopping spree. Then, so taken with her that he invited her aboard his yacht anchored off the French Riviera coast for another week of rest and relaxation. The first time she flew in luxury and in style on a private jet, it was the first time she was aboard a yacht.

“Your ship is so big, Mr. Chadwick.”

“Please call me Randy, Barbara. May I call you Barbara?” He looked at her, as if seeing her for the first time, even though she worked for him in accounting for eight long years and even though he had invited her to the corporate office to give her the raise, bonus, and promotion that she so long deserved just two weeks before.

“Of course,” she said returning his eye contact.

Then, when she and the big boss hit it off, it was her first time having an office romance with of all employees, the big boss, Mr. Randolph Chadwick, himself. Coming on to her aboard his yacht with champagne in one hand and pearls in the other, they had their first kiss. After eating a sumptuous supper, he invited her into his luxurious quarters, which equaled a suite of rooms in luxury of any five star hotel.

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