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Part One

Little Kimberly — as she was called in her childhood — was quite a rowdy troublemaker. Ever since she was a baby in the crib, she’d constantly cry and throw her toys out of her crib so that her mother, Pauline, would have to bend over and pick them up. Typical baby shenanigans.

As Little Kimberly got older, her bad ways did not cease. As an eight-year-old child, she’d throw rocks into neighbor’s yards so that it would eat up their lawn mowers, much to the cursing and frustration of those living around her and her family. She would also tear up their carefully tamed flowerbeds and wake them up early on Sunday mornings by banging on their doors and running away. She was a nuisance. Her parents — Bobby and Pauline — would apologize profusely for their daughter’s behavior, but it would inevitably happen again.

Kimberly (who, by this time, had dropped the “little” in her name) was now a recent college graduate. True, her bad girl ways had continued with the boys in college, but her senior year was a year of learning and discovery for her. Now at age 22, she returned home from college after four years. There are several reasons why she did not want to see her parents in those four years, even during the holidays: 1) There was always an uneasy tension and hostility in the household, 2) While her parents’ home were in the Midwest, she had gone to New England for her studies, and 3) She simply didn’t want to go back. It was as simple as that.

Now in Davenport, Iowa once more, she found that her parents were in an even more dysfunctional marriage than they had been in before. Married almost three decades, things were disintegrating. Kimberly heard through the grapevine that Pauline had had at least one extramarital affair. The household were in continuous fighting-mode between the mom and dad, Bobby always wanting to know where Pauline had been, with whom, and what they did. His controlling habits had only been exacerbated by the affairs, which caused her mother to stray even further. Kimberly — the only child of the family — was caught in the middle of this mess, and she realized it was going to be a long summer with her parents.

Kimberly, having majored in Education and minored in English during her college years, was aiming to be a teacher that fall. Via the internet, she had been putting in her applications but thus had not heard back from them. Still, she tried with all her mighty heart’s ambition. This former wild child had turned to a stable, hardworking young woman. But all that would have to wait for now. The current typhoon she found herself in must first be dealt with.

Part Two

Joe — or Old Man Joe — as Kimberly disrespectfully nicknamed him in childhood, was sitting in his living room, flipping through a newspaper. He was a slightly temperamental, cranky older gentleman, 68 years young. He was among one of Kimberly’s victims when she was a rambunctious, obnoxious child. She would tear up his well-groomed gardens, and, barely out of his grip, he’d yell at her and her friends, running away, shaking his fist, cursing at the little menaces. Then he’d go to his flowers, now massacred, trying to salvage the damage, but with little success.

Joe lived by himself, never married and without any children. He was quite happy with his lifestyle. He enjoyed his solitude without having to consult a stubborn wife about what he was going to do. He was a free soul, still reveling in his bachelorhood.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a slight movement of someone on the patio next door. His thick fingers split the blinds. A beautiful young lady was sitting on the patio. He immediately peeked out in a subtle, quiet way (as if she could hear him). This girl was quite stunning. And he realized it was Kimberly. He groaned to himself in discomfort. Was she back in town again? He threw his newspaper down in disgust, wondering if she had grown up at all or if she had only become more of a terror. Kimberly was sitting at the patio table eating her lunch. It was a warm day in early June, and she was very delicately eating some sort of sandwich and an apple with a glass of lemonade. She conducted herself like a lady beyond her 22 years — not old, just mature, and well-composed. As far as he knew she had not been home since she left for college — he certainly would’ve noticed if she had!

Despite his reservations and cynical nature, he felt his cock growing in his pants. Damn. She had turned into a stunner. Her long and wavy red hair framed her face in such a flattering manner. Though she was sitting at a table, he could make out her smooth, shapely legs crossed beneath the table’s surface and her full breasts straining against her top. Everything she wore was short and tight. Like most men, he was very visual, and he liked what he saw. Kimberly tucked her hair behind her ear. It was thick and voluptuous. Joe ran his fingers over his thinning white hair. Oh well, not as much as there used to be. His hand slid down his body to illegal bahis his growing cock as he continued to watch the pretty girl across the way. He felt this was the best kind of trouble and he welcomed it with every fiber of his being.

The next evening Joe was baking an apple pie. He was expected over at his neighbors’ home for dinner and he wanted to bring a little dessert. Bobby and Pauline had invited him over for supper, and this would be the first time he’d see that sweet girl in-person. Oh my, Kimberly! He was already lusting after her. He didn’t care if she had changed her ways or not, he merely wanted her and he was delighted to be spending an evening with her, even if it did include her parents.

With the pie in hand, he knocked on their front door. Kimberly greeted him and made room for him to come inside. He could see in an instant that was now a very well put together woman, not at all the ornery kid he had once known. Standing at 5’3″ she was a tiny little thing with a small, tight waist and a generous bosom. She led him into the kitchen, taking the dessert and putting it in the middle of the table. The pretty daughter continued to serve the dinner as the three older adults conversed and talked of the natural things like neighborhood gossip and the weather which had been unseasonably warm lately. Pauline was hesitant to join the conversation, but she joined it reluctantly.

Sitting at the table, Joe, very animated and friendly, started a conversation: “So Kimberly, I take it you’re done with college?”

She nodded and smiled, sitting across from him. “Yes, I just graduated a couple of days ago. God, it was a mess trying to get out of that dorm! Students being shifted all over the place, their stuff all over the place. I tell you, college dorms are a pigsty!”

“I would’ve helped you out, sweetheart,” Bobby spoke to his daughter. “But you said you could do it yourself. I’ve missed you these last four years. Your mother and I both have.”

Pauline scowled over her steak, her fork and knife posed to slaughter. “Leave me out of this, Bob.”

Joe was concerned about the hostility in the house between the parents, but they were big people, they could take care of themselves. He was mostly concentrating on their daughter, who so delicately cut her meat and wiggled most restlessly in her seat. He wondered what lied behind that sweet demeanor. He wanted badly to play footsie with her, but thought better of it, knowing her father had a Civil War revolver collection in the house.

The four adults at the table — with the exception of Pauline — were all very chatty and quite jovial with one another. Pauline, not in the mood for socializing much these days, was very withdrawn and went up to the bedroom after the meal was finished, leaving her dirtied plate and glass for the others to pick up. Kimberly felt a twinge of sympathy for her mother, but feelings were simply not spoken of in their household, especially in front of a guest. They cleared the table and chatted amongst each other.

“Hey Dad,” Kimberly said. “Why don’t we invite Joe over for dinner on Monday night?” She smiled at Joe. “It’s Dad birthday on Monday,” she explained.

“Oh God, don’t get at that Kimberly!” her father moaned playfully.

“Well, I’d love to,” Joe said quietly, flattered that Kimberly would invite him over herself. In the fantasy of his mind, he was making this friendly invitation more than it was (or was he?). “How old will you be, Bobby?”

“I’ll be 52,” he spoke, popping a piece of broccoli in his mouth. “But I feel at least twice that. Oh well. Easy come, easy go, I guess.”

“Yeah, I hear you. I’ll bring something, you know, dessert or something.”

“Oh, don’t do that!” Kimberly exclaimed. “Joe, you just bring yourself, no need to bring anything else. Besides, we’ll be having cake for dessert, no need for you to lift a finger.”

Joe smiled and blushed. “Alright then, I’ll definitely take you guys up on that offer.”

The following Monday came around agonizingly slow. Many times, in bed late at night and in the shower, he had fantasized about Kimberly. His strong, aged hand found his hardness quite easily and he stroked his erection in a lust he had not felt in a long time. He couldn’t explain this sudden attraction. Everything Kimberly did was innocent and sexual at the same time. He wanted to take that sweet little body and own it and do things to it that he knew the college boys could never accomplish.

Monday evening did arrive, however, and Joe dressed himself carefully before heading over to their house. He wore khaki pants and a tucked in blue polo shirt. His beautiful blue eyes (with the crow’s feet around them) shone back at him in the mirror when he was shaving. He was a man who needed two shaves a day. Over his lifetime he had become talented at hiding his erections, but this one was raging. He tried to rearrange himself properly and out the door he went, with a final wink and smile in the mirror.

Arriving illegal bahis siteleri once more at his neighbors’ home for supper, Joe waited awkwardly after he rang the doorbell, realizing there were no cars in the driveway. He knew Bobby and Pauline had their own cars but was unsure about Kimberly. He knocked, and again, Kimberly answered the door in a very friendly, outgoing way:

“Hi Joe! Come on in! The supper is cooking right now. Could you shut the door behind you? I’m kind of busy in the kitchen.”

“Sure, sure no problem.” He very gently followed her into the kitchen, unsure of himself. She stood at the stove, mixing a pot of sauce and then went to the kitchen island to toss a salad. “I notice your parents aren’t home,” he observed cautiously.

“Hm?” She looked up. “Yeah, Mom is at work tonight and Dad said he’d be home a little late from his shift at the hospital.”

Joe, not having been in the same room alone with this stunning girl, couldn’t believe his luck. He wasn’t sure how far this was going to go, but every dirty thought that could ever enter a man’s mind entered his just then. Kimberly, unaware of the older man’s intentions (or so he thought), tossed the salad, throwing sliced strawberries in, shifting her weight from foot to foot. He thought how luscious her ass looked in those little shorts. He stood in front of her, blocking her from the food.

“Kimberly, you’ve really turned into a pretty young girl. I couldn’t help but notice that the last time I was here,” he said, standing with his back against the island. He looked down at her with a grin.

She looked up at him and smiled. “You’re definitely not as mean as you used to be,” she laughed. “But then, neither am I.”

He cleared his throat and watched her eyes. “Did you date a lot of boys in college?”

She knew what he was getting at, she could read his expression. “Quite a lot,” she admitted.

“I can see why,” he said. “You’ve grown up and turned into a most remarkable beauty. It’d be hard to…to resist you.”

The tension was thick in the air. Kimberly was not the naturally aggressive type with men, but she felt she would be well-received with Joe. Still, there was a hesitancy between the two of them. She softly placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up onto her toes to kiss him. He responded eagerly and quickly, having wanted this moment and lusted after this sweet little girl. His arms instinctively circled her waist and groaned into her mouth. Where did a little 22-year-old learn to kiss like this? It was beyond what he had experienced before.

Kimberly could feel her panties growing moist and damp. She grinded her body up against his erection. He was so damn hard for her — his desire was out of this world. Kimberly could feel how big he was just brushing up against her bared midriff.

Joe reached behind him, never breaking the kiss, and felt around for a slice of strawberry. He found one juicy little morsel between his thick, aged fingers, and reluctantly broke the kiss and smiled at her. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He presented her with the fruit.

She giggled and kept her eyes attached to his. She slowly parted her mouth, and he traced the fruit along the edges of her pink-painted lips. She smiled in a most suggestive way that made his cock lurch forward and she seductively took the food in her mouth, licking her lips after she was finished devouring it. He wanted so much to devour her right then and there, but a car door slammed outside, and Kimberly quickly broke it off and peeked through the curtain.

“Oh God, Joe, it’s Dad. He’s home.”

“I don’t care, baby,” Joe said, wanting to touch her more.

“Joe, please, not right now!”

He ran his fingers through his snowy hair, grinning and frustrated. “Well, you’ve got the power I guess.”

“You’d better go to the bathroom,” she suggested.

“Why is that?”

Kimberly handed him the toaster as an answer, and, in the reflection, he saw that his lips and face were dotted with little stains of her lipstick. “Holy cow!” he cried out, holding his face, and jogged towards the bathroom, slamming the door.

Kimberly laughed aloud, wiping her hands on a towel. Her father walked in at that minute and had unknowingly missed a moment of lust between his good friend and his over-passionate daughter.

A moment later, Joe sat down at the table with Kimberly and Bobby, Joe winking at the beautiful redhead and reminding her of their little secret.

Part Three

About two evenings later, after the passion and lust had died down between the two neighbors, and after Bobby had celebrated the glitz and glamour of his birthday, the latter went off to work at the hospital, the 3-11 p.m. shift.

Kimberly had promised her father she would mow the lawn that evening, but simply wanted to make out with Joe more. She had not seen him for two days and her horny nature was starting to turn against her. The more she thought about canlı bahis siteleri Joe’s gentle kisses, the way he touched her, the more she wanted him (and it). She knew he was old enough to be her father, or even grandfather, but it was this very taboo that drew her to him. The young redhead felt it was wrong — but in the most delicious way possible. At her age, she was unable to figure out who should make the next move — herself or her good neighbor Joe? The answer to that question would arrive shortly.

She slipped on an old pair of tight blue jean shorts with white panties underneath, and slipped a tight, cotton, white t-shirt over her head forgoing the bra. She loved the way her big tits strained against the fabric. Though it was not her most glamourous outfit, it would do the trick for the dirty job of mowing the lawn.

She pulled out the mower from the garage and filled the tank with gas, as was customary for her before she began each cut. She saw Joe out of the corner of her eye and clumsily spilled gasoline on her ankles. “Damn!” she said. Joe approached her.

“Hi Kimberly, are you going to mow the lawn?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but I have to admit you distracted me a little bit.”

He laughed. “Well, let me do it for you, sweetheart. You should be relaxing and enjoying your time off, not dealing with this crap.”

“Thanks Joe, I’d appreciate it.” She shyly kissed him on the cheek and went up onto the front deck, sipping her glass of Cola that was already in wait for her after her work was finished. In this case, she got Joe to do it for her.

His tall frame — maybe 6’1″ or so — leaned over the mower and strained very little to pull the cord and get the motor going. With much ease and experienced muscle, he started mowing the lawn. Though it was after six o’clock in the evening, it was still muggy out, and Kimberly watched his body move from the fortress of the deck. He moved with such animal sexuality that it almost felt as if she was watching him in slow-motion. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and his slender frame moved like that of a panther. She had little way of knowing, of course, but the girl could sense he was an agile lover. She wanted to find out for herself.

After only a short time, the sweat started to saturate his body. There were sweat stains under his arms, and beads of sweat crawled their way across his brow, down his neck, and along his hairy, masculine arms. She could feel herself getting wet. She enjoyed watching his body move. The young girl felt a gush of desire flow into her panties and she shifted, quite uncomfortably in her chair to watch him. Her pink nipples — about the size of a quarter — stood firmly against her tight shirt. This fantasy of watching her older, more mature neighbor had come to end much too soon — he was already finished with the lawn and started to put it back in the garage for her. She grinned, a devilish idea having just made its way into her brain.

Approaching Joe in the garage, she spoke to him: “Thank you Joe, that was such a sweet thing for you to do.”

He wiped his brow with his forearm and smiled at her. “It’s no problem, I was happy to do it. Still muggy as hell out here, though,” he commented.

“Come on. I know a way we can cool down,” she said, taking him by his hand and leading him into the backyard. She unkinked the hose and turned it on, playfully squirting him, full blast.

He laughed, cursing at her and grabbed the hose, turning it on her. Her young body was soaked in no time, and her braless nipples stood up against the fabric, putting her delicious, big tits on full display for him. She was so breathtaking standing there, soaked from head to foot, her skin glistening, her wet hair falling down her back, her clothes clinging to her body. In an instant he had lost all reason and began to stutter: “Kimberly, baby, y-you look beautiful right now. I-I, um,” he blushed and itched the back of his neck nervously.

She giggled, looking up at him, sliding her arms around his shoulder and softly kissing him. They stood like that for a moment or two, in each other’s arms, only distracted by the occasional sound of a car passing by that was out of sight. Joe, somewhat absentmindedly, dropped the hose and made a feast of her body with his hands. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and the squelching sounds of their deep kisses filled the air.

Kimberly squirmed her body against him, wanting more. Joe knew when to pick up a cue. He broke the kiss and unfastened her tight little shorts; when he pulled them down, her soaked panties slid off with them, exposing a wet, sweet, bald pink pussy for his searching and lustful eyes. He touched her in her very private place and she, without realizing it, spread her legs for his probing fingers.

Kimberly — his friend’s daughter, this forbidden fruit — laughed shyly into his mouth as their tongues played with one another. She started to unbuckle his belt and fished out his cock. Looking down for a brief moment, she couldn’t help but notice the size of it: it was probably about seven inches or so, very thick and generous. She loved the feel of it in her hands. It looked and felt so smooth and her tiny hands could barely circle its thickness.

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Along the bumpy dirt road, a carriage sat with it’s wheel askew. The driver worked tediously until he finally manage to work it off it’s axis. Part of the wheel was fractured from it’s merciless travel down the forsaken path. The driver glance up and noticed a thin, brown headed man dressed in black pants, and a colorful shirt walking toward him. He didn’t appear to be a threat to his mistress in the carriage, so he continued working the wheel until it was lying flat in front of him. He had no idea what he could possibly do to restore such a mess, so that his lady would arrive at her destination on time. He was grateful at least that she was still snoozing comfortable inside rather than outside viewing this terrible tragedy.

“Hello there! I see your having some difficulty.” The thin man had walked up to the driver, and was evaluating the damaged wheel.

“Yeah, it’s beyond redemption at this point. My mistress will not be pleased when she hears this.” The driver looked down heartedly at the pieces of medal and wood.

“Is your mistress of importance?” The thin man nodded toward the carriage, and watched as the driver stood up.

“Why do you ask young man, and who are you?” The driver stared hard at the man with mistrust.

“I’m a simple jester my man. I’ve been commissioned by the Castle Hallstead to perform for his majesty’s court. I’ve been without my horse for a day now due to theft, but plan to purchase a new stud after I’ve been paid my handsome fee.” The jester danced and jig, and bowed before the driver. “My dear man, may I save the day by informing you that there is a simple cottage nearby. I’ve been to this castle on more than one occasion, and know this road well. The people who own it work a farm, and both are kind and friendly. If I may be allowed to escort you and your fair maiden there, it would provide your mistress a place to stay while you send for another carriage, or new wheel?”

The driver looked at the carriage as though considering the idea. He let his breath out after holding it for so long. “I guess we’d better ask her ladyship.” He knocked on the carriage door, and was surprised to see it immediately open.

“Jules, have we arrived?” A beautiful blond petite woman stepped down from the carriage, and both men moved to bow before her. She looked down at the wheel sitting on the ground, “Oh, I see we are without a wheel. Oh dear. I’m late as it is. Jules what are we to do?”

The driver quickly piped up, “Miss, I know it’s an inconvenience, but I’ve been informed of a nearby cottage and friendly tenants. This man has been telling me that he is to be the new jester for the Castle Hallstead, and would gladly escort us to safety. I may have to leave you in said company until I’m able to arrange a return carriage from the castle. Would that be acceptable miss?” The driver looked hopeful as she released a sign of relieve.

“Yes, I suppose that would be best.” She turned to the thin jester and noticed that he stood watching her intensity. “Kind sir, may I know your name?”

The jester bowed once more revealing his name. “My fair lady, my name is Trace. I’ve from Ridgeport originally, and would be most honored if I were allowed to escort you and your fine driver to my friend’s cottage. I know they would be most pleased to be of assistance to such a beautiful mistress, such as yourself.” He watched as a blush creped up her cheeks.

“I hope they will not find me an imposition as you say. We’ve no choice but to ask and see. I am Lady Marianne from Cornwell. Lead on my fellow man, and make haste. It’s growing dusk soon.” She turned to gather her small traveling bag, and handed it to the driver to carry. He quickly fell in step behind them as the jester walked with her in arm, down the dirt road.

As they traveled, the woman took the time to peer up at the thin, but somewhat dashing young man. His hair was shoulder length and wavy which fell whimsically about the top of his head. They arrived at the meager house after a good thirty minute walk. They didn’t even have to approach the door before it was jerked open and a hefty woman in a white dress and plain brown apron ran to greet them. She immediately hugged Trace around the neck and yipped in excitement. “Oh you naughty boy! It’s been such a long time since you’ve graced us with your presence. I was just telling George the other day how I wished you’d return, and here you are! Oh come inside, I’ve just finished supper, and pies for dessert. Come along everyone.” Trace laughed as she pulled him inside the house.

“My dear Margaret, I’ve missed you too, and I’ve especially missed those wonderful biscuits you make. I wish to introduce you to my newly acquainted friends, Lady Marianne of Cornwell, and her dutiful driver Jules. Everyone, this is Margaret Finch, and I assume her husband George is around here somewhere?” He looked around the house for the tall burly man, but didn’t seem to spot him, so he glanced at Margaret in confusion.

“Oh Trace, he’s out in the illegal bahis barn working on something or another. He’s been trying to get out of fixing my cabinet doors. I’ve worn them out feeding the man. Why don’t you two run out and get him, and I’ll show this young lady where she can freshen up. She’s looking quite pink from being out in the sun.” The men went back out the door toward the barn behind the house, and Margaret guided Lady Marianne into the spare bedroom, where a basin and pitcher sat. She pulled one of the drawers open and laid out a washcloth, and some talc powder. “Here you go. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me. I’m afraid I don’t have a dress that would fit you, but tonight before bedtime if you like, I can wash yours and dry it in the morn.”

“I am so pleased with your hospitality as it is Madame, I couldn’t impose on you for anything more. The dress will be fine, but I do appreciate the offer. Thank you ever so much.” She reached over and hugged Margaret around the neck and then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m disappointed that our carriage was broken down, but I’m so happy that I was allowed the opportunity to make your acquaintance.”

Margaret patted her on the arm with a large grin upon her face, “Oh dear, you do my old heart good child, to hear you say such sweet things. You are most welcome, and will always be greeted with open arms if ever the opportunity or mood strikes you to visit again. I am glad for the company. It gets lonely here with just George and me, and the old coot doesn’t talk much. I’ll leave you be so you can freshen up now. You come to the kitchen for a hot meal when you’ve finished. I’ll have it all ready for you.” She closed the door behind her, and Marianne was secretly wishing she had a mother like Margaret. Her own mother was cold and distant, as was her father. The servants were more of her family than her own parents had been. Life wasn’t all bad growing up since most of the servant dote on her, but she really wished that she wasn’t forced to be what she was, and that was a dutiful daughter sent far away to greet a man she was force to marry. Jules admitted to her as much that if she truly was unhappy with the match, he would assist her in fleeing. He loved her dearly, and would be heart broken if she were to wed man of no morals or kindness, since clearly her own father only cared for his own happiness and gain.

Back in the barn, Trace greeted George and was welcomed in much the same way his wife had. The big man picked Trace up in a bear hug and wasn’t the least bit concerned how it appeared to the gentleman standing behind him. “Glad to see you lad! The misses has been hoping you’d return. She loves hearing your stories.”

Trace laughed heartily, “Are you sure it’s just her that likes my stories? I recalled on my last visit you kept me up well into the night just so I could finish the tale about the princess and the peasant.” The burly man blushed slightly before punching the tiny man in the arm.

“You need not remind me of that young man in front of our guest here.” He turned to Jules and greeted him with a heavy handshake. The three discussed their dilemma with the carriage wheel, and it was settled that Jules would ride early in the morning toward the castle on George’s mare Penny, and would send a carriage to retrieve Jules ward. All the while George and Trace would walk back to get the wheel and George would work on fixing it. “I’ve got all the materials in the barn to patch it up with. Just you leave it to me, and I’ll have that carriage back together in no time.” Jules offered to pay him for the services, but George shook his head. “Won’t be a problem my man. I help all those in need when they need it. We are all Gods children, and I won’t have him thinking bad of me. Now let us be off to supper, I’ve worked up an appetite.”

They feasted on Margaret’s meal until they were all full to satisfaction. Trace was finishing up on his third slice of pie, and Marianne watch in awe as George ate a whole one for himself. She found herself falling in love with the large farmer who had gushed over her fair beauty upon introduction. He sat there smiling at her across the table sharing a story about his children in their youth. She giggled as he told her a tale about him first meeting Margaret. She was chasing a pig which ran toward him, knocking him off his feet causing him to fall face forward in mud. Margaret had laughed so hard at the site, he became angry enough to tackle her into the mud as well. As she sat spattering curses at him, he found himself falling in love with the feisty woman. He said it was tasting her cooking for the first time that forced him into marrying her though. Her father was so pleased at the union at the time, he offered the same pig as a wedding feast. Margaret piped up and admitting she was thrilled the kill the horrible beast since she had been chasing the stupid pig for two years. It apparently was smart enough to keep escaping it’s pen, and it was her job to keep illegal bahis siteleri retrieving the ugly beast. Since it had fatten over that years, it was getting harder and harder to catch.

Once dinner was completed, the elderly couple laid out blankets for the two men, and once Margaret saw Marianne safely to her room, the two disappeared into their bedroom at the back of the cottage. Trace starred at the door where Marianne slept, and pondered if the lady was always so sweet and gentle. He settled into his blanket near the fire, and question Jules about her. He could tell Jules thought the world of the lady as he sat there and ran over the list of her qualities in pride. He became sad when he informed Trace how he wished his lady would be happy in her future marriage, and was worried that the match had been made without consideration of Marianne’s feelings or well being. Trace promised to keep an eye out for her since servants weren’t allowed near court. Jules fell a sleep with hope that his new friend would aid in protecting his lovely charge against any wrong doings.

Marianne sat in her bed, too energetic to sleep. Her long nap on the road had fully charged her, and she became bored after several minutes. She had taken off her filthy dress afraid it would dirty the lovely blankets that Margaret had on the bed. She had let her hair down and was using her fingers to release the tangles. The room she was in was very small and humble. Only the table where the basin sat, and a nightstand near the bed furnished the room. The window had heavy drapes hanging from it blocking all the moonlight out, and she wasn’t sure how to push them aside to stay. She began to feel closed in, and knowing that two men slept just outside her door, she was prevented from escaping. She wished she had thought enough to bring a novel to read, or even her stitching would be a pleasure at this point.

After an hour or so, she gathered the courage to peak outside. She could hear Jules snoring loudly, but Trace wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Curiosity got the better of her, and she wrapped her cloak over her under garments and went off in search of him. She didn’t have to search far. As she walked into the kitchen, she tripped on him sitting in the floor staring out the window at the beautiful full moon. He grabbed her before she hit the ground, and pulled her up against him.

“Are you okay my lady? I’m sorry I tripped you. I’m sitting here admiring the view, but why are you out of bed?” His face was so close, she noticed that his eyes twinkled in the moonlight, and found herself starring. “I’m fine really, and I’m sorry I disturbed you. I’m just not sleepy and was feeling a little caged in.” She didn’t draw away even though she was laying on top of him in such an uncomfortable position. He certainly didn’t mind that her weight was pressing into him. She stared in wonder into his eyes, and finally said, “You have stars in your eyes sir. I can see them twinkling at me.” She could feel his chest moving as he chuckled.

“My dear lady, I’ll capture a few and placed them in your own eyes if you wish?” She smiled faintly and gave into the pressure of arching her back, and leaned into him. She rested her head on his shoulders, and turned slightly to ease her weight off of him. He pulled her tighter, and settled his arms around her. They sat in silence for what seemed a lifetime while he stroke her hair. She nearly dosed off a few times, but refused to move out of the comfort of his warm arms. Trace couldn’t believe the lady was allowing herself to be held in such a manner. He caught himself holding his breath afraid that even an exhale would release the spell this enchantress had upon him.

“I’m glad for small miracles of broken carriages,” she muttered into his shirt. “I wasn’t overly excited to arrive at the castle today since it holds a most unbearable future for me. I was glad to have such a pleasant distraction from the whole affair. Thank you for saving me.” A pain shot through his heart at the words of her distress. He wanted to make her laugh again, but the time to do that wasn’t now. Laughing meant breaking the contact, and he wasn’t about to disturb that. He vowed to watch out for her, for he most certainly had fallen deeply in love with her gentle soul.

“I believe I must get up for my legs have gone quite numb.” She pulled back from him and went up on her knees beside him. He reluctantly let her go, but still didn’t move from his position on the floor. She sat on her bottom and tucked her legs under her lifting the cloak and adjusting it around her. He couldn’t help but notice a flash of skin as she positioned herself beside him. He could feel himself grow hard at the thought of her without a dress on under that cloak. He crossed his legs trying to hide his secret arousal. Even though it was dark, the length was standing at attention inside his pants. They sat and quietly chatted for hours. Neither wanted the night to end, because in the morning it meant she would have canlı bahis siteleri to leave him.

“I’m curious how you became a jester. What motivated you to do it?” He laughed as he confessed that he really wasn’t good for anything else.

“I’m too thin and gawky to lift anything heavy to be a blacksmith or farmer, too intelligent and arrogant to be a servant in a household, and I can’t really sing or play an instrument. All I have is my charm and wit. With a great imagination to boot, I sell myself to whomever wishes to be entertain by my stories and jokes. I travel to different places, and meet lots of people. They serve as my muse. I wouldn’t be happy to just settle in one place for long since it’s the people and stories I hear when I travel that make me so appealing.”

She considered this, and begged him to tell her one of his stories. He proceeded to tell her about the princess and peasant, the same story that had George begging for more. She sat in silence listening to him talk. She found his voice to be sexy and relaxing all in the same aspect. She leaned toward him in order to hear him better as his voice lowered during the tale. He had dropped his voice into a bare whisper, and found that she had leaned so close to him that their noses were almost touching. When he felt her breath on his lips, he stopped talking and gazed into her eyes. The moonlight had shifted directly behind her, and it formed a halo around her head. She was so beautiful.

“What happen next?” She whispered back. He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly and answered her. “She kissed him.” He watch the expression on her face as she digested this information. She seemed to be battling with something. He jumped when she moved to meet his lips with hers unexpectedly. They barely touched his, but she held it there softly and then moved to pull back. He wasn’t about to let her go without tasting more of her sweet lips, so he leaned forward and pressed his lips back into hers. He gently rocked them back and forth over hers. She simply sat still and let him, but before long, she was answering his kiss in return. He groaned deep in his throat and traced his tongue along her bottom lip. She gasped in delight and he took the opportunity to dip his tongue into her honey flavored mouth and started drinking from it.

She couldn’t help the warmth flowing in her veins as he assaulted her lips with his. She never wanted it to stop. Alas, he finally pulled back only to travel his kisses down her neck. She leaned back to allow him access. When she did, her cloak fell open, and gave him more skin to taste. She felt his fingers circle her waste and tighten, then felt him lift her and settled her across his lap once more. She felt his fingers travel up her waste to settle on the opening of her cloak which he proceeded to pull open exposing her pale flesh. His lips never left her as he muttered, “Oh my lady, you taste of honey, and feel like silk. I want to touch your softness. Please?” She reached up and grabbed his hands and pressed them to her. “Yes my sweet Jester. Please do.” He slid his hands down her front and cupped her small breast in his palms. She groaned in response, and pressed into him. He tested the nipples with his thumbs, and was surprised to find them hard and tight. He pulled down the material covering her, and sucked one of the perky tips into his mouth. She gasped loudly and moved back as the touch seem to burn her skin. He didn’t let go and held on with his teeth. The heat between her legs was unbearable. The folds of cloth were being soaked with her juices. He let his hands find the moistness and became so aroused that he could feel his erection pressing hard against her leg making it difficult to sit there. He stood up quickly and pulled her to her feet. She had difficulty standing, so he swept her up into his arms, and carried her into her room. He sat her onto the bed, but reality kicked in, and he immediately stepped back. He kept on moving toward the door, but stopped in the entrance. “I can’t let this go further my love. You are a flower that is meant to be picked by someone else. I can’t shame you no matter how much I want to bury myself in your welcoming arms. You must understand how much I love you. I promise to protect you my fair maiden against all who wish you harm, and that includes myself.” He turned and quietly closed the door behind him. She sat there with tears in her eyes wishing that she were anybody else. She’d gladly give herself to this man if she wasn’t already promise to another. She took off her cloak and wrapped herself under the covers with tears rolling down her cheeks, praying for another miracle.

When morning finally came, Marianne made use of the water in the basin to clean up, and grimaced as she struggled back into her soiled dress. She found Margaret in the kitchen pulling out a pan of freshly baked biscuits. “Oh there you are my dear. Did you sleep well?” Marianne nodded. Her mouth began to water as she sat down at the table. Margaret spooned warm applesauce into a bowl, and tossed a couple of hot biscuit onto a plate and set it in front of her. She poured a large glass of milk for them both. She sat down beside Marianne with her serving, and pushed a tub of butter toward her. “Eat up!”

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“K” and I had met online over the Christmas break. For the past few months, I had been trolling through the online dating sites looking for something to spice up my life. I had finally gotten rid of the guilty feelings and decided to take the plunge. You could classify me as married and bored and to rationalize it out to the fullest, I advertised myself only on the Cheater web sites.

I had gotten a few hits on my profile including one from “K” that simply said, “Too bad we’re so far away; you sound like quite a catch.” I responded with, “K, you have no idea; hit me up on chat sometime and we’ll talk about anything you like.” From her profile, I could see we had many similar interests, not the least being our profiles on a Wife Cheater web site! A few seconds later I get an email from “K” with saying she was online right now.

I popped onto chat as fast as I could and we began to talk. “K” was 29 years old and single though she only dated married men, which explained her presence on the Cheater web site. I was intrigued by her openness. By the fifth straight night of chatting, she had opened up her “vault” and let me in on few of her deep dark secrets including her involvement in a threesome and the time her boyfriend brought her home to meet his parents only to have her boyfriend’s father hit on her during dinner. She and the boyfriend’s father ended up sneaking away and fucking right under the nose of her boyfriend and his mother.

With stories like that, I was totally smitten. And to make matters even better, “K” had no real reason to work since she had a trust fund from her dear departed dad. She could travel easily and freely. So, on a lark, I said, “The next time you canlı bahis şirketaleri have a reason to come out my way, let me know and we’ll hook up.” I added wryly, “And, I should warn you that there will be fucking and sucking involved.”

“Well, duh!” she responded. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I couldn’t wait and our chats, though sometimes infrequent, were always hot. We exchanged some of our most intimate secrets and desires. Finally, after about 5 months of chatting, she dropped a bombshell on me telling me she was going to head my way in a week and wanted to know if we could still meet.

I replied, “Of course, we can meet. There’s a hotel about half way between my house and the city. Stay there and I can meet up with you anytime.”

A few days later, she replied, “Ok, I’m all set. I’ll be in next Tuesday. I can’t wait to see you!”

She arrived as scheduled and we decided to meet up on Wednesday. I blew off work that day, calling in some excuse about a sick pet or something. I didn’t care; I just needed the day free. I kissed my wife goodbye and said that I’d be late coming home since the office was planning a happy hour after work. Well, it was going to be a “happy hour” for me that much I knew!

The next day, I made a beeline for the hotel. “K” met me in the lobby and we decided to go out for a bite to eat. She was even more beautiful in person. Though I had ample time to view the pictures she had sent me, I found her reddish brown hair and curvy body totally intoxicating in person. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.

Over brunch, we caught up on current events and settled into our usual repertoire of bouncing nasty comments canlı kaçak iddaa back and forth. She leaned over the table, kissed me full on the lips and whispered in my ear, “Let’s get out of here. I want to fuck you so bad.”

We hustled back to the hotel and bolted up the steps to her room. We shut the door behind us and she grabbed me and pushed me against the door and started to kiss me. We couldn’t take our clothes off fast enough. I was unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off of me so fast, I tore the sleeve. She stripped out of her clothes, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to the bed. She pushed me onto my back, straddled me and began to suck my throbbing cock. She took me all the way to my balls, swirled her tongue around my shaft and then drew her mouth almost all the way, then plunged back down again and again.

“Oh, fuck…” I moaned. “You are incredible,” I continued as I gently held her head and guided it up and down my cock.

“I want to taste you. I want you to cum in my mouth,” she whispered.

I gently lifted her head up and rolled off the bed and guided her over to the edge where she sat with her feet dangling just above the floor. I eased in close to her again and she grabbed my cock and began to suck on it again. She would twirl her tongue around the head and then withdraw ever so slowly, leaving a string of saliva and my juices dangling from her lips. It was, hands down, one of the hottest fucking things I had ever seen!

As she continued to lick and suck, I could feel my orgasm building. My knees started to quiver and I started to thrust myself into her mouth faster and faster. As I reached my peak, I cried out, “Oh fuck, I’m coming.” canlı kaçak bahis She grasped my cock and guided the head onto her tongue. Rope after rope of hot cum jetted into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and swallowed as much as she could but a few drops oozed out of her mouth and down the side of her chin.

I bent down and scooped up the cum with my tongue and French kissed her. She, cleaned the cum off my tongue and continued to kiss me for a few minutes before pulling me back onto the bed.

“I want to eat you out so bad,” I gasped.

“Well, what are you waiting for!” she exclaimed. I eased her onto her back and inched down between her legs and began to lick and suck on that wonderful pussy. She had shared pictures with me but nothing — I mean nothing — could compare to seeing that luscious pussy in person. I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit. I swirled my tongue around her lips and continued the back and forth action across her clit.

Her breathing got more raspy and moans became more pronounced. “K” began to thrust her hips into my mouth with more force. She reached down and pulled my face into her. I continued licking and sucking and spread her lips apart with my fingers. I started to flick across her clit side to side faster and faster. Her stomach muscles started to quiver and I knew she was close to coming.

Finally, I brought her over the edge. She gasped ever so slightly and raised her hips off the bed and pulled my face into her. I tenderly kissed her pussy lips until the sensations got too much for her. She gently eased up the bed and pulled me up to her.

I gently kissed her on the lips. She lightly flicked her tongue across my mouth, tasting herself. I lay down next to her, on my side, and pulled her close to me. We embraced and kissed. She pulled the sheet up over us and we both drifted off to sleep.

Next up…mid day shopping followed by an after dinner fuck…

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I walk into the office with my resume in one hand, the other clutches my leather briefcase. I am wearing a black suit jacket, mid-thigh length black skirt and white lace blouse. My chest is feeling the strain of all this confining material, longing to spring free, but I endure it for now. My legs are clad in black stockings and four inch high black leather shoes with straps that wrap seductively around my slim ankles.

I approach an employee and ask for the supervisor. “No, I don’t have an appointment.” I see a look of dismay on his dour face, but he knocks on a nearby door and announces to the person within an applicant is here. “Should I tell her to come back after lunch?” I hear him murmur and immediately I step into the doorway flashing my most alluring smile. I see your face freeze as you take in my form. I run the tip of my tongue over my wine colored lips and in a sultry voice with eyelashes batting I say “I do apologize, I didn’t realize it was your lunch hour.” Licking my lips again thrusting my chest out a bit ” I will come back, if you wish, I feel that I have much to offer you in the way of my unique talents.” Smiling and tossing my head back, my auburn locks catch the light gleaming like polished copper. You tell your employee to go to lunch, you will interview me after all.

He closes the door, as I gracefully approach your desk, extending my resume. You look over my impressive qualifications and ask me all the pertinent questions that are expected in an interview. I cross my legs slowly, allowing them to part just enough to promise a peek of what lies beneath the crisply ironed skirt. The front slit comes close to revealing what you long to see, but I rest my hands, right across the front blocking your view.. “Please forgive the casual nature of this request,, but may I remove my jacket? It is a bit warm in here.” Fanning myself with my hand, you take notice of my long wine colored nails, sharp and perfectly manicured, the illegal bahis color matching my full pouting lips. You rise and I see immediately that you have at least a semi hard on. I give a little smile as you walk around behind me and say “May I?”

“Thank you, yes.” I reply as I unbutton the single button and allow you to slide the jacket off of my shoulders, feeling your strong fingers lingering just a moment longer than needed.

You walk over to a to a coat stand and hang my jacket with the greatest of care. You turn your back just a bit probably thinking I wont see you inhale my perfume from the fabric then remove and hang your own jacket. I smile and stand, giving a quick look down, I see my hard nipples very prominently through the thin, white blouse. I walk slowly over to a nearby round conference table. My finger slide along the edge of the polished top as I approach you. You turn and gulp as I smile and sit on the edge, legs spreading slightly. You walk closer, and I lift my leg enough to cause my skirt to rise and reveal my lace top thigh high stockings.. I see your eyes take it the site in mock discretion, then your eyes travel up to my elegant lace front shirt, hugging my breasts like a second skin. I know you see the delicate push up bra that barely contains them, and the dark nubs straining against the silk within the confines of the bra.

You come closer and I slide back onto the table, pulling you to me. You lean forward and inhale my skin, your nervous fingers trace the lace across my blouse. I kiss your chin, then nip it gently. Without further encouragement, you slide your steely fingers up my thighs, pushing the skirt up to my hips. Your fingers travel back down caressing the soft skin beneath my stockings, then back up, gently parting my thighs I breath deep, trembling from your touch, my womanhood aching to feel your touch. You push the skirt up higher, revealing my black lace thong panties, immediately you illegal bahis siteleri can smell my delightful scent, your mouth waters, fingers shake as you push your face between my silken thighs. I spread my legs apart, eager for your hungry mouth to taste me. My panties are wet, soaked, and I hear you groan as you lick and suck them, pressing your tongue against my panty clad crotch. I moan deep in my throat, arching my back, I slowly lay back onto the smoothly polished table. You bury your face deeper, sucking me harder, then I feel your teeth gently tug my panties, pulling them down.

I quickly lay my hand across my wet quivering mound. “You didn’t say please….” I whisper with a smile. “Please, please, let me taste all of you, I will do anything for you, let me worship your sweet pussy.” Your eyes plead, I smile and lay back, removing my hand. You pull the panties down, slowly at first, then excitement takes over, you push them to my knees, then trail your tongue around my pink lips. I feel you gently tease your tongue tip into my throbbing slit, then plunge it deep, probing my clit. I gasp and raise up, shaking, your hands gently guide me back, stroking my nipple through the blouse. Squeezing my ample breasts, probing your hot tongue deep into my hot hole. I gasp again and thrust my hips up, “AAHH…!” my lips tremble and go dry. I lick them and bite my bottom lip as you thrust two fingers gently into my dripping love hole and suck in my hard clit. I cry out again, arching my back as the sweet sensations take over my body. You lavish my hot, smooth shaven mound with your tongue. Sucking my clit and running your tongue up and down my gash, I tremble and grind my hips up to feel your tongue go deeper. “YES! Ah….!”

Biting my lip, I ride your face, griping your head between my velvet thighs. I hear you moan and press deeper sucking my juices from their sweet source. I cry out and buck my hips, your tongue darts across my puckered canlı bahis siteleri ass hole driving me into a blinding madness. I feel you slowly drill your tongue into that forbidden place, then thrust hard and deep, I nearly scream from the pleasure, holding back as I remember where we are. You thrust a finger into my ass, replacing your tongue that now seeks my clit again. I see fireworks as you rake your teeth across my sensitive bud then bite down. I throw my hand over my mouth and bite to contain the cry of pleasure that has caught in my throat. I buck wildly, filling your ravenous mouth with my sweet honey. I ride the passionate wave of continuous orgasms while you lick and suck my swollen honey pot dry.

I lay back on the table completely spent, you smile with eyes twinkling and lean down to give me a sweet, gentle kiss that turns ardent and demanding as you press your cum filled mouth hard against mine, thrusting your tongue into my mouth deep, depositing my sweet nectar into my willing mouth. We kiss deeply, our tongue exploring, entwining. We are both shaking when we pull apart, gasping for our breath. We laugh, and sit silent a few moments. You slowly trail your finger tips across my blouse, rubbing my aching nipples slowly, torturing me every bit of the way. “Do I have the job?” You smile and say “Of course, consider this on the job training” We both laugh as I stroke your hardness through your pants, you kiss my hand then tell me to give you a moment. You beep one of your employees and tell them to pass the word, they can have the rest of the day off.

You walk over with a wicked grin ” Shall we continue the remainder of your training?” I nod and motion to my case.” Of course, but I will need the tools of my trade.” Understanding crosses your face as you quickly stride across the room to bring me my brief case filled with my ” accessories. ” I take the case from you and open it wide enough to reveal it’s contents. Your mouth opens and shuts, then you bow before me. ” I believe it is time for you to receive YOUR training” I say with a new authority in my tone of voice. Your eyes sparkle with anticipation as you drop to your knees, head bowed and reply “Yes Mistress.”

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She stared from her window into the darkness, every detail of him seared indelibly into her brain; the slim tautness of his body as he strained to remove her car from its boggy captivity, the small smear of mud on his cheek as he wiped away his shoulder length hair from his eyes. She remembered his powerful shoulders has he pushed her car back onto the road, the rain having formed his shirt to a see-through second skin and the beam from his face as he turned, mud spattered, and bowed gracefully, then followed her to the Inn.

Looking down from her second floor window, she could see the light from his window playing onto the grass directly below hers; her heart beating faster knowing his clothing was drying in front of fire in his room. In unaccustomed brazenness, she loosened the top of her thin satin dressing gown, leaving the room and proceeded to the floor below her, to his door.

She padded quietly through the seemingly deserted house, every step towards his door making her heart quicken. Every step towards him filled with expectation and fear. She raised her hand to knock on his door, a nervous smile on her face, her mind racing, thinking of what to say. Her raised hand hovered with uncertainty and then fell to her side as she clutched the revealing gown at her chest and closed it as the fear and uncertainty welled up into her mind. She turned away to make silent retreat to her thoughts, safe in her room on the floor above.

As she started to turn, the door in front of her opened. He stood there in the doorway, his large frame almost filling the doorway, silhouetted by the light within. His towel, too small by half, barely made it around his loins, its split revealing the strong thighs that had powered her vehicle to this guest house. His wet hair hung in twisted curls on his broad shoulders and caused small droplets of water to race each other downward, joining with others as they went. His wetness and the coolness of the hallway caused waves of goose-bumps to wash over him. She could see his nipples firm in the semidarkness and hers reacted similarly to the sight.

She stammered and sputtered, caught in a moment of panic. The desire for the floor to open up and swallow her was strong. No words came. The sight of his body in the semidarkness, the nearness of him, and his unexpected appearance at the door had her mind awash. A soft smile swept across his face; its warmth and gentleness calming her, and with an easy grace he took a step backwards, bowing once again, bidding her welcome.

The bow caused the split in his towel to ride higher, revealing the soft upper reaches of his thigh, the smile causing a small dimple to appear at the corner of his mouth, his large dark eyes melting the panic and uncertainty, melting her resolve to run. She stepped forward, her heart loud in her ears, his freshly washed scent in her nostrils, her breath short, and tingling feelings within her body running riot with her thoughts.

The room was lit by a shard of light that pierced the floor from the bedroom, a thin line of light along the cream carpet. A red glow emanated along with the heat from the small flames of the open fire, causing large shadows to quiver on the walls, adding further to the surreal nature of the moment. She was drawn to the window; perhaps realising it was the only other way out of the room.

He gazed at her canlı bahis as she stood at the window. The moonlight sliced through the cracks in the storm, revealing the lithe form through the now opaque material. Standing close behind her, he reached up and touched her shoulder, and looked to the window, but not to the darkness beyond, but to her reflection, to the rising and falling of her chest, to the long form being so truly reflected, to the robe partially open, to the soft white skin there revealed.

She felt the touch of his hand on her shoulder. It was like a small shock that traveled down her spine to her inner thighs, triggering an excitement in her breast, her stomach and causing her hands to drop to her sides. This allowed the front of the gown to fall open an inch. One of her hands moved back, and found the hard dampness of his thigh, the muscle taut with anticipation. The realisation that his towel was missing caught her off guard, and a tiny noise escaped her throat. She then felt his lips on the nape of her neck and the tiny noise from her throat became a moan as she tilted her head to the side and squeezed the strong thigh, more to keep herself upright than from passion.

But passion it was, as one of his hands gentle stroked the small of her back, trailing upwards to her shoulders, yet the sensation traveled downwards elsewhere. The softness of his touch was feather-like, yet all of her senses were keenly aware of its presence, and of him. She leaned back into him allowing herself to feel him against her. She felt the dampness of his chest soak into her robe, and soak through her very skin, but it couldn’t put out the fire that had been kindled in her, that was now starting to burn brighter and rage, like the thoughts through her mind.

She was so keenly aware of his lips on her neck, his hand on her back, and the hand on her shoulder that was now slowly moving downward to her breast. His touch made her thoughts impossible, replaced with swirling emotion, waves of passion, lust and confusion all rolled together by this ocean of feelings. She could feel his chest on her back, and oddly the touch of his foot on hers, and yet, her heart was pounding at the feel of his obvious pleasure and excitement that was pressing itself against her.

She too looked into the reflection of the window. She watched as if detached, yet inextricably linked to the sensations, as he kissed her neck. His large powerful hands went to the collar of her robe, opened it, and slid it from her shoulder, where, like slow motion, its satin folds engulfed each other as it tumbled to the floor at her feet. Her heaving breasts, now open to the air and his vision, retracted their tips in pleasure and expectation. They were not to wait too long. His strong hand gently cupped her left breast. She saw the long fingers cup it, and in such tenderness, take its weight and caress it, sending messages to her inner thighs, and small tiny electric shocks to her nipples.

Almost without knowing it, her hand on his thigh had started a journey of its own, a journey of discovery. The taut thigh muscles gave way to a soft inner thigh, small curls of hair played at the back of her hand as it changed position again. Her other hand was now behind her too, both intent on caressing and clawing, finding purchase, finding steadiness to hold her from the growing pleasure she bahis siteleri felt in her own thighs. The jewel of her discovery was then in her hands, its size and texture brought a small gasp to her throat, accompanied by an answering sound from his.

No words were spoken, only the language of touch, of response, of fire. She turned to face him, at the request of his hands. He gazed down upon her, through her. Instinctively she drew in her midriff, then felt embarrassment at the act, as she saw in his eyes the joy and desire of what he saw in front of him. For the first time, she too saw the result of that desire at his loins. He walked toward the leather couch facing the fire, towing her by the hand, her feet barely touching the ground as she floated on the air of pleasure and expectation. Their shadows, not wanting to be left behind, floated along the walls, their shapes ever changing at the whim of the flames.

The leather of the couch was cool on her hot skin as she sat. It was a huge couch, the back of her knees touched its base, yet leaning back, she found herself partially reclined; her Beau on his knees before her. Oddly, she self consciously noticed the two lines across her stomach that the angle of her body had caused, and placed a cushion behind her to remove them, and thus bringing her aching breasts closer to the lips that were intent on enveloping them.

The first touch of his lips and tongue to her breast caused her breath to intake, the touch with his hand to the other nipple added to the sensation, but the unseen attack of his other hand exploring between her thighs, caused her back to arch uncontrollably. The desire had built so strong, so fast, so uncharacteristically bold; she had to have him.

Brief fleeting thoughts and doubts broke through the layers of pleasure and lust. Thoughts about her uncharacteristic wantonness, her behaviour, her forwardness, unable to clearly understand why this was so different to the way she would normally be. But the thoughts were soon washed away, as was the care for any future thought, as his tongue slowly made it way down across her stomach to small tufts of hair that hid the entrance to her soul.

The tendrils of his wet hair snaked along her body leaving ripples of cold awareness in the sea of her sensations. These ripples changed to waves, then to pounding seas, as he paid attention to his duties. She opened her eyes and looked down to the impossible scene before her. She saw this stranger’s strong broad shoulders, their olive skin, darker than the whiteness of the inner thighs they separated. She saw his wet tangled hair across her stomach, she saw his eyes through it, looking up to her, with a smile of enjoyment that he was gaining and giving great pleasure in a way she had never experienced before; and felt the great waves of pleasure radiating outward from its source, finding every possible nerve ending and jangling it to its maximum.

Her breath was short, her senses wracked, her awareness acute, and her climax imminent. She moved to pull him to her, but he had already seen the signs, and moved in one glorious motion forward, his lips trailing across her stomach and via her breasts to her lips. She tasted the saltiness of his lips, smelled the muskiness of their joint pleasure as his hardness found its waiting sheath. He paused at its entrance, just momentarily, bahis şirketleri taunting and teasing, but spurred by her legs around him, he had no choice but to enter her to the hilt, she would have no less.

The unfinished circle was now complete. The feeling of possession and fulfillment was added to the physical pleasures of his presence within her, its completeness embodying a sense of rightness. The angle of her body allowed her to look up at him as he straightened and started to move, to slide, to thrust. She saw the wide expanse of his chest, his nipples as erect under her fingers as hers were. The feelings within her were as turbulent as a raging river, great waves splashing upwards as he moved within her. He was able to lock his eyes to hers as she moved up and down, back and forward meeting and departing from his approach, in unison. Their fingers of one hand also locked together like their bodies; the other of his hands skillfully adding to the pleasure at her loins, hers gripping and clenching the arm of the couch tightly lest this ride throw her from her place. She raced along this river of desire and sensation, its final cascade of a great waterfall ever closer and closer.

Her body arched with pleasure and the impending cascade over the falls, but his movement stopped, like throwing her a lifeline, it held her near the precipice, close, yet safe on the river. She was torn, torn between staying here on the edge, tantalising, tasting, teasing, or letting go, drawn so intensely, so immediately towards the finish, the glorious end as she went. The decision was made for her as he drove her towards the edge for the last time. The realisation that there was nothing more to stop her thrilled her to her core, closely followed by a rising burning sensation from her inner thighs to her lungs as the inevitable climax and crescendo that approached.

The steep edge of the waterfall was breached, both of them crashing over the edge, the sensation of falling, wrapped in each other’s embrace made her feel such a great safety, yet such abandonment, as the waves of pleasure rolled over and over them. Every muscle arched and tightened with each encompassing spasm of pleasure, again and again. Joined as one, they collapsed in breathlessness, as the last waves of pleasure drifted away like a small boat on a lake in a light breeze.

She closed her eyes, and smelled the musk scent of their conquest, the cleanness of wet freshly washed hair, and listened to his labored breathing synchronising with hers as it regained more evenness.

She lay wrapped in his arms for a time, as time knew no measure in their warm sleepy embrace. Perhaps she slept. For the briefest of moments she was startled awake, unsure of her surroundings, to find him at her side on the couch, his breath even with sleep, his chest rising and falling, their history warm and moist between her thighs which pulsed with sensation of one conquered. She slipped her arm from beneath him, trailed it over his nipple in passing, only to have it firm again. Her gown was at the window, it was only a dozen steps to the door, and she was gone.

As she drove away from the Inn, the heater of her car fought with the coolness of the early morning, the mist on the window matching the mists and fogs of her brain as she thought of what had just happened. She would hold this thought in her most secret part of her mind for times when there was a need to remember the stranger at the Inn, for times when her husband was taking conquests of his own. It was only then that she realised… she hadn’t found out his name.

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Riley stepped from the van, helped down by one of the hunt organisers and squinted in the bright sunlight. It was heading towards midday and the heat already drew a covering of sweat over her fair skin.

Clear skies and open countryside stretched out towards the horizon without a sign of human habitation. It was hard for a city dweller like Riley to comprehend such places still existed. But here it was. Open, Sandy grass lands with sparse trees and low rocky outcrops in the distance. That would be her only cover until this was over.

She turned her attention to the hunters. There were six of them. Fit men in their thirties and forties, equipped with everything they needed for a successful hunt. These were no ordinary hunters. Each was a wealthy man who’d paid handsomely for the thrill of a human hunt. Ominously each carried a rifle slung over his shoulder.

Riley stood quietly with the other girls, twelve in all, waiting for the signal. They were all young and pretty like herself.

“Listen up.

The hunt organiser stood in front of the two groups and waiting until he had everyone’s attention.

“When I blow the whistle, girls you have ten minutes head start. Keep heading north until you see the old water tower with the flag on it. That’s the end point.

Hunters…”

He shrugged before just saying.

“Enjoy the hunt.”

Apprehension for what was about to happen engulfed Riley and she felt slightly sick at the prospect of running while these men hunted her like a wild animal.

She flushed red as she saw them studying her along with the other girls. They were just meat to them. Something to be chased down.

Riley started running as soon as the whistle blew. She had ten minutes head start and the safety line was ten miles across mixed terrain.

She knew it wouldn’t be easy going. Naked except for a pair of small ankle boots and with her hands chained loosely behind her back to disadvantage her, she would have to take care not to fall or find herself trying to cross any rivers.

The hunters would be hot on her trail soon enough. Binoculars scanning the countryside looking for movement. A rifle sight with crosshairs on the naked flesh of her butt.

The ground was stony under her feet and she had to watch her step to avoid toppling. Ahead long grass offered the promise of cover from gun sights and binoculars. The other girls were spreading out, looking for their own escape. Some had paired off or grouped together. Others like her were choosing to go it alone.

The grass wasn’t as long as she’d hoped when she reached it. Sparser than it looked from a distance and only reaching to her waist. She slowed to ease her burning lungs and looked about for better cover. Trees lay to the east but that meant moving off line. She decided to keep going, hoping the head start would keep her clear of her pursuers. Riley was young and healthy. Fit with strong shapely legs that would carry her to the end.

Her hands were cuffed loosely behind her back, illegal bahis “to add to the excitement of the experience” they’d said. But it meant she couldn’t hold her wildly bouncing tits that we’re becoming increasingly uncomfortable. They weren’t the biggest, modest compared to a couple of the other girls but right now she wished for a tiny fried eggs adorning her chest.

Eventually she had to slow. Out of breath, aching tits and feet that hurt from slipping on rough stones took their toll. The boots were sturdy enough, but there was always the risk of a twisted ankle. Then she’d be a sitting duck.

Now she kept going at a walking pace, occasionally glancing back to be certain no one was there. Surely the hunters couldn’t close her down with the head start they’d been given.

It was hot. Hotter than she’d expected. This wasn’t the best activity for someone with fair skin and blonde hair in hindsight. The sun was high in the sky and she could feel her flesh burning. Sweat dripped from her, running into her eyes. Just another of the discomforts she hadn’t thought of when answering the advertisement for ‘young open minded and outgoing girls with a sense of adventure’.

Running naked across private land had seemed exciting to a natural exhibitionist like Riley. Five thousand dollars for a days work with a bonus if she could make the finish line unscathed was easy money. There was no way she’d get caught.

With her lungs easing she started up a trot again, determined to keep distance between her and the hunters. She wondered what the other girls were doing. We’re they evading their hunters as successfully. In a way she hoped not. Time spent taking them down was fine not used on her.

The shot hit her square on the back with a sharp slap. Blue paint splattered around the impact point and she stopped running, slightly shocked at her bad luck.

“Okay.” Riley gasped trying to catch her breath.

“You got me.”

She dropped to her knees and waited, accepting her fate.

“Good girl.”

The hunter stood in front of her and looked her over.

“First catch.”

“Yeah.” She answered.

“You know what that means.”

Riley had read the rules. She knew what was expected for each time she was caught. Obviously in her mind, capture hadn’t been in the plan. She’d dreamt it would be a clear run. The other girls would be the ones captured. Not her.

Oh well. It was only one capture she reasoned. She could do this.

“Yeah. I know.”

The hunter dropped his gun to the side and unhooked the binoculars hanging from his neck, placing them down with the gun.

“Gotta say, you’re the best of the girls. I noticed that at the start line. Sure glad I’m the one to hunt you down first.

“Thanks.”

It felt a little surreal thanking him. She didn’t know his name. She’d never seen him before. And after today she’d never see him again. In a way that made it easier.

“How do you want it?” She asked matter of factly.

“Stand up.”

Riley did illegal bahis siteleri as she was told, resigned to paying her forfeit.

He started unbuckling his trousers as his eyes run over her with the hunger of a true game hunter that’d just taken down his prize. Riley could feel them as they hovered over her vulva with its neat little crack.

“Turn around and bend over.”

Riley followed the instruction, feeling butterflies take flight in her belly.

Fingers stroked gently up her exposed snatch.

“Ohh.”

She shuddered, spreading her feet to balance herself. With her hands tied and no way to support herself it wasn’t easy.

His finger entered her and started exploring her velvet walls with a dexterity that excited a thousand nerve endings and brought her juices running down to lubricate his movements.

“Fuck.”

Riley was no innocent. She knew this was part of the game and had accepted it willingly. But out here in the wilderness actually having to deliver was something very different. Fear and excitement mixed as one, leaving her skin tingling.

“Very nice. I’m gonna enjoy this.”

Riley swallowed back her anxiety. She’d fucked strangers before. No big deal she told herself.

He entered her slowly, spreading and stretching her internal muscles. Riley quivered. To be fucked by a complete stranger she’d met just minutes ago while tied was both scary and arousing. A strange combination. But she’d agreed to it she reminded herself. And a large sun of money would be sitting in her bank at the end of it.

Even without the bonus it was easy money for someone who was comfortable with nudity and had a healthy appetite for sex. But it was one thing letting a guy pick you up in a bar. Another to give yourself to a stranger in the open air just because he’d randomly marked you with a paintball gun.

“Oh my God.”

He gripped the chain linking her wrists like the reigns of a horse and pulled her tight to his groin. His cock was buried deep in her. She could feel it, hard and hot.

He began with an urgency, fucking her hole smoothly and quickly. Riley’s legs weakened as her body quivered under his touch. The slap of her butt cheeks echoed as he buried himself into her with each hard thrust.

“Uhh. Uhh. Uhh.”

Unsteady on her feet she was bounced back and forth as he pulled her arms back and rode her. Riley stared forward at the open landscape, submitting as though she were a native girl on some Victorian age island, and taken against her will by the sailor of a European sail ship

Harder and faster he went at her, bouncing her tits beneath her until they hurt again. Like small pendulums they bounced back and forth pulling at the tissue holding them to her chest.

“Oh Christ.”

The pressure built inside her with an intensity that could only come with the shear rawness of the situation. No love or romance. No getting to know this man. Not even lust. This was just pure fucking. A price to pay for being tracked and canlı bahis siteleri shot. No different to standing on a street corner until a car stopped and offered cash for services.

Riley came with a shudder that almost sent her crashing to the ground had it not been for the hand pulling her arms back.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She cried.

Her legs buckled as the wave of ecstasy rode up her spine and convulsed her muscles.

The hunter felt her snatch grip his cock and he responded.

“Uhh.”

Hot cum filled her and he slowed. She felt his cock slip from her and she straightened up before she fell. A little of his cum dribbled down the inside of her thigh and she realised it would dry there. When she reached the finish line it would be like a badge of her failure just as the blue paint on her back was.

“On your knees.”

Riley had thought it was over. Now she realised he wanted more. To guarantee her payment refusal wasn’t an option. It wasn’t like she hadn’t sucked a good few lads off before. While she liked the illusion of choice and control, she had to admit this was little different to her weekends partying that almost always ended up in someone’s bed. It just lacked the alcohol.

She knelt, careful to put her knees on soft grass and watched his cock closing in. She opened her mouth and took it in, tasting the saline of his seed as his smooth crown slid over her tongue.

Riley closed her eyes to the mass of pubic hair filling her vision and breathed in his scent. It was masculine. Sweaty from the hot day and the excursion of the hunt. Not unpleasant. Fresh and down to Earth. It kind of excited her and she began working him with her mouth. Riding his hot flesh with her lips.

“That’s good.” He gasped.

“Like a pro.”

Experienced yes. But Riley was no pro. Money and sex had never mixed in her life until today. Even as she had signed the agreement it still hadn’t really occurred to her that she wouldn’t just run the course and collect the two thousand dollar bonus.

That would go to one of the other girls, perhaps. There were no guarantees. Each of those could be caught just as easily as she’d been. Perhaps more than once.

More cum exploded from his cock, filling her mouth and running into her throat. His hand held her head impaled by his cock as it twitched and she was forced to swallow.

Finally he released her and she fell back onto her thighs taking a great gasp of air.

“That was great girl.”

He was already pulling his trousers up and glancing around.

“Now I’m hoping to bag the redhead. She looked just as juicy as you.”

Riley sat catching her breath as the hunter started out for his next victim. He couldn’t catch her again. It was in the rules that once she was marked by his colour she was off limits. But there were another five just like him out there and she wasn’t half way to the finish line.

“Oh shit.” She muttered.

Riley scrambled to her feet and took her bearings. She began running, now conscious that another shot could come out of nowhere and she’d be fucked again. A tiny part of her was excited at the prospect. There was something raw and primal about being used and left for the next target. But she wasn’t going to make it easy.

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Kobi was a struggling artist. All she wanted to do was get her art shown at a gallery, but not many people were interested in showing art that was an eclectic fusion of her Chinese and Japanese backgrounds.

Lucky for her, she had a good paying job as a hostess at an up and coming fancy restaurant in the heart of the city. The job was almost perfect. It was nearby. It had flexible hours that allowed her to continue to work on her art and it paid very well for the hours she put in. The only problem was the owner. At first, he was polite. He hired her despite not having any previous experience. He said he liked her exotic looks and she had a friendly smile and personality to match her beautiful looks. But she was often late. She never meant to be, but when she started painting, she would simply lose track of time.

One very important night, she was working on another piece she hoped would be the one for her. As she glanced up at the clock, she realized she was supposed to be at work in ten minutes. She hastily took a shower and threw on her favorite black cocktail dress and matching open toed heels and ran out the door. She was in such a rush that she didn’t even have time to put on a bra or panties.

As she walked into the restaurant trying to conceal the fact that she was late again, she knew she was trouble. The place was a madhouse. There were disgruntled customers complaining about their reservations and others upset about being passed over for open tables.

As the owner spotted Kobi, he yelled out, “It’s about damn time.”

Kobi rushed over repeated, “I’m sorry,” in hopes she would not get fired.

The owner simply responded, “Just get things situated here and I will talk to you later.”

Kobi thought this would be her last night for sure. As she started attending to several of the unhappy customers, she came across a very upset man. Apparently, this was no ordinary man. He was a renowned food critic making a surprise visit. Things were already not off to a good start as his reservation was for over an hour ago. On top of that, someone had spilled a drink on him while he was sitting and waiting at the bar.

After Kobi apologized and told him he would be seated right away, she ran and found the owner. This was the last thing the owner needed tonight, and it took all his self-control not to lose it right there in the middle of the restaurant. He demanded that Kobi get the food critic seated right away in the private VIP area in the back and that she personally illegal bahis tend to his every need. He made sure to emphasize that this review could make or break the restaurant.

Kobi politely escorted the food critic to his seat in the VIP section.

She said with her biggest smile, “Just ask if you need anything to make your meal more enjoyable.”

He simply responded, “The food better be incredible.”

Kobi checked in as frequently as she could throughout the course of the meal, but it was not going well. The server had confused his order. When the food finally arrived, he complained that it wasn’t cooked properly. After he pushed aside the remainder of his entrée, Kobi asked if he would like to see the desert menu.

He replied with a sharp, “I don’t want anything else. The food was sub-par. The service, slow and rude. If I were the owner I wouldn’t want to read the review tomorrow.”

Kobi was distraught. She knew her job was lost now. If she wasn’t fired already, this review would single-handedly kill business and she would be out of a job either way. As she exited the VIP section and was about to approach her boss with the bad news, she decided maybe there was something more she could do.

As she re-entered the VIP room, she made sure to close the curtains behind her. As she reached the food critic, she slowly bent down just enough so that the food critic could see down her dress.

With her sexiest voice, she asked him, “Are you sure you don’t want desert?”

He didn’t even bother to look up and rejected the offer with a rude, “No.”

Kobi realized he had to get his attention, so she then sat down next to him in the booth and leaned in close.

She whispered into his ear, “I highly recommend the special. It’s a Chinese and Japanese dish. Made just for you.” Then she slowly ran her hands up and down his thigh.

The food critic looked up in surprise at first. It took him a second to realize the opportunity at hand. He looked straight at her exposed cleavage and replied, “Does the desert come with all the fixings?”

Kobi smiled and replied, “It comes with everything.”

The food critic wiped the sweat off his brow as Kobi continued to caress his thigh. She felt his manhood start to rise in his pants and placed her hand over it.

She asked again, “So would you like to try a piece?”

The food critic slid his hand up her thigh as he asked, “Well, the desert does sound mouth-watering. I hope it will make me cum back for more.”

She illegal bahis siteleri opened her legs just enough to allow his fingers to touch her wet pussy and whispered, “This desert will make you want to cum again and again.”

She moaned as his fingers tickled her clit. She was getting so wet as he inserted his middle finger inside of her. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips and managed to slip his tongue inside her mouth. While he worked a second finger inside her juicy pussy, his other hand removed the straps from her dress and pulled the top of her dress down below to her waist exposing her breasts. They were perky and nice. He kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, until he engulfed her entire nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked on her nipple like he was breast-feeding all over again.

Kobi leaned back against the booth. She loved getting her nipples suck and licked. She moaned and arched her back, as he sucked away while still fingering her pussy. He then lifted up her leg over his shoulder as he headed in to taste her sweet juices. He licked her clit with such passion and fury that she almost fell off the booth. Kobi found herself laid out flat on her back, with her heel covered feet flailing in the air, and her head falling off the edge of the seat. As he inserted a finger inside of her while continuing to lick her clit, she laughed out: “I told you it would be mouth-watering.”

Her whole body began to tremble, as he licked and inserted his finger inside her in a rhythmic motion. Kobi closed her eyes and held onto the table as she came all over his tongue and finger.

As she sat up, she was so turned on that she jumped into his arms and kissed him, tasting all her juices on his tongue and mouth. She removed his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his “critiquing utensil.” She dove in and took his whole cock into her mouth. She then slowly let each inch appear out of her mouth as if it was a magic trick. She continued to suck and lick every inch of it, making sure the balls were nice and wet too. The food critic used one hand to hold up her shoulder length hair, so that he could get the full view of her making his cock disappear and reappear in her mouth. With his other hand, he squeezed her nipples as she stared into his eyes while licking and teasing the head. The food critic could feel his balls swelling with cum. So, he motioned Kobi to stop. He looked at her gorgeous face and moaned, “I’m ready for the second canlı bahis siteleri portion of desert.”

With that, Kobi got up and jumped on top of him. Her dress bunched up around her waist. She eased her way down his cock as he entered inside her. After fitting the whole thing in, she held onto the back of the booth and started bouncing up and down. The sound of her behind hitting his thighs so fast and loudly almost drowned out her moans of pleasure. He held on to her waist and sucked on her nipples as she pounced away harder and faster until she climaxed again all over his cock. Not wasting a second, she stood up and spun around. She eased her way down on his lap again as she held onto the table for leverage. She began bouncing up and down even harder, determined to make him cum. The food critic moaned and screamed with sensation. He held onto her behind as he could only see his manhood disappearing inside of her. Kobi planted her heels into the floor and used the table to put all her weight into fucking his cock. She wanted to make him explode now.

But the food critic had other ideas. He lifted her up and bent her over. Kobi found herself standing, bent over the table as the food critic began slamming into her from behind. He pounded and pounded away. The juices slid down her thigh with each thrust as Kobi screamed with ecstasy. He continued to ram every inch into her while sweat dripped off his forehead onto her back. Again he started to feel his balls fill up.

He screamed, “I’m going to cum,” as he continued to pound away harder and faster.

Kobi screamed back, “Yes, baby. Cum for me.”

But again, the food critic had other ideas. After one final thrust where he gave her every inch he had and made sure his balls touched her clit, he took out his cock from her soaking wet pussy and quickly threw off the cover. He raced around to the other side of the table and hovered over Kobi’s face. He closed his eyes and yelped “Uhh…..uhhhh,” as all the cum in his body splat into Kobi’s open mouth. Kobi swallowed every drop and licked her lips, as the food critic collapsed on the floor.

“So how did you enjoy your desert?” she laughed.

The next day, the review was published and it was excellent. The food critic particularly noted the outstanding service given by the hostess. The owner was so excited by the great job Kobi did that he gave her a raise. He said to her, “I don’t know what you did, but keep it up.”

Kobi replied, “I just let him have some of our special desert.”

The owner still happy over the increase in business, joked, “Well, I’ll have to try some of that desert sometime.”

To which Kobi just winked and laughed, “We’ll see what happens the next time I’m in danger of losing my job.”

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My son Chris came into the living room talking to his friend Joey on the phone, he was very excited from the tone of voice he was using. He handed me the phone telling me that Joey’s mom wanted to talk to me for a few minutes about something.

“Hello.” I said.

“Hi Tom this Julie.” She said.

“Hey Julie, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“Well I got the boys tickets to go see Godsmack for tomorrow night and my husband will not be able to go with us to chaperone. I was wondering if you would like to go along to watch over the boys with me?” she explained.

“Sure I don’t have anything going on.” I replied.

“Great we will take our caravan.” She said. “Pick you up around six.”

“Alright sounds good Julie.” I replied and hung up.

“Cool Dad.” Chris said. “Do you want to listen to a few of my cd’s to get familiar with the group?”

“I think I heard enough coming from your room to have a good idea of what they play.”

Julie surprised by wanting to chaperone the kids herself, she is a good mother, yet she is very proper and conservative. It will be interesting to see how she will react to the music and the crowd of young people at the show.

The next night arrived and Julie pulled up in her caravan to pick my son and me up for the concert. I was quite surprised by what I saw; the usual conservative and always properly dressed mother looked stunning.

Julie was wearing a tight red silk blouse that revealed her to have very ample breasts; she also wore a short black skirt that was cut a couple of inches above the knee. Also to my surprise were the black fish net stockings and the three inch heels she had on. She had on more make up on tonight than in all the years I have known her.

“Wow Julie you look great.” I said.

“Thanks Tom, you look good too.” She replied.

During the drive to the concert hall where the show was going on we made a lot of small talk while the boys were having fun in the back. We finally got to the show and found our seats; the boys did not really care much for the two opening bands. They asked if they could go and check out the t-shirt stands and see if they could find anyone else they knew.

Julie and I were left by ourselves in the seats to watch the two opening bands and to talk waiting for the boys to return. This gave me a great opportunity to soak in this woman’s beauty, something I never been able to do before. We were laughing and joking, having a real good time, I think we talked about everything from politics to marriage the whole hour the boys were gone.

The boys got back with the concert tee’s they went off to buy and were ready for the show. Julie and I stayed in our seats while everyone else stood up; neither of us had ever been to a Godsmack concert.

“Mom, Tom you guys have to stand up or Sully will not perform.” He explained.

“You mean we have to stand for the whole show?” Julie asked.

“Yeah or they won’t perform.” Chris said.

“I guess we have no choice.” I said.

The canlı bahis şirketleri curtain raised, the lights went down and the band took the stage, what a wild looking bunch. It seemed like all the kids knew all the words to the song they opened with, I think my son said it was called Awake. I had to admit this band had a lot of energy and talent, they are definitely better to hear live than through my son’s bedroom door.

I think we were halfway through the show when Julie tapped me on the shoulder and beckoned for me to lean down to have her whisper in my ear. So I leaned down for her to tell me what was going on.

“Tom, I’m not used to wearing heels and standing in this long. My feet and legs really hurt.” She complained.

“Do you want to go back to the van?” I asked.

“Yes is it alright with you?” she asked.

“I don’t have a problem with it, but I don’t think you should go alone though.” I offered that I should go with her and she agreed.

I explained to the boys that they were old enough and that we trusted them to get to the van as soon as the concert ended. They did not seem to mind either to get rid of the two parents that went along as chaperones.

I escorted Julie back to her caravan and she unlocked the sliding door on the side and got in one of the bench seats in the back. She immediately kicked off her heels and stretched out her legs to try and relieve her achy muscles.

Without asking or being asked I took one her stocking clad feet into my hands and began to massage it. She did not pull away; she only put her head back and moaned a long sigh of pleasure.

“Oh wow Tom, that sure feels good.” She said.

“Yeah I’ve been told I have magic hands.” I said.

While massaging one foot with one hand I took the other hand and slid it up her calf massaging the muscle. Julie did not give much thought of this figuring I was just giving her some friendly relief. The raging hard on in my pants had other thoughts than just a friendly massage, as my hand was now rubbing behind the knee.

I watched for her reaction to see if I should continue or if she looked like she was going to stop me. I continued to rub her foot and my other hand slid even higher up onto her thigh. She just put her head back on the seat, closed her eyes and opened her legs just slightly to give me better access to her leg. I took every opportunity and got her skirt to hike up a little more to show the tops of her fishnets and the hooks to her garter. Gently unhooking those without her realizing that I even did so.

I switched to the other foot and the other leg; I repeated the same steps that I did before. She let out another moan of pleasure enjoying the massage and the relief of her aching muscles. Only this time I had to reposition myself and move over to get better access to the leg. I worked my way up slowly massaging the calf, then behind the knee, then up to the thigh. I unhooked the other garter at the top of the fishnet and then in one fluid motion I put my canlı kaçak iddaa hand right up to her silk bikini panty.

Sliding my fingers inside the panty, I found myself being greeted by the wetness of her pussy. It was obvious that my massaging was having some effect on her, so I gently rubbed her clit. Her eyes opened and she looked right at me, her eyes were glassy and full of lust. I knew not to stop as she lay her head back down and reached up with her hands, she started to unbutton the buttons of her blouse.

While she did this I pushed her skirt up and slid her panties down her legs, then I spread them apart. Her pussy was her blonde pubic hairs on her around her pussy were neatly trimmed. The labia were a light pinkish brown color as I spread it apart to reveal her clit and the juicy pinkness of her cunt. I licked and sucked at the juices in her slit, eagerly sucking them up, and then I began to assault her clit with my tongue.

Julie raised her hips and bucked her beautiful pussy against my mouth; she reached down and grabbed the back of my head to hold me in place. Julie moaned loudly as her impending orgasm was continuing to build inside her.

“Oh god I’m cumming Tom, oh god make me cum.” She moaned “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES!!”

I continued to lick as her orgasm subsided and then I stood up as best I could and got my hard cock out. Julie sat up and helped me get my pants off and then I pulled my shirt off. I pulled her shirt off of her shoulders and she took off the matching bra to the panties off to reveal a beautiful set of tits, with hard pink nipples.

She took my cock into her mouth and began to suck on it, man she was really wild pumping it up and down with her hand while licking and sucking the head. It figures the conservative soccer mom types were usually the wild ones on the inside. She was a real cock jockey as she took her hand from my shaft and began to fondle my balls, she stopped just sucking the head and began to deep throat it.

After twenty years of marriage and plenty of blow jobs from my wife, I had never gotten one with this much passion behind it. Granted my wife is a pretty good cocksucker in her own right, she just never deep throated my cock the way Julie was doing now.

I finally decided I had enough of her magical blow job and wanted to sink my cock into that beautiful pussy. So I got her to lean back onto the seat and spread her legs wide apart for me. Then I stuck my cock into the tight fuckhole, it took a few moments to work it in and then before I knew I was pounding away at her pussy.

The feel of her stockings rubbing up and down my back as she now wrapped them around me. The soft moans emanating from her mouth only egged me on to give this woman the best fucking I could possibly give.

“Oh god yes, I’m going to cccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm again.” She moaned. “Oh yes baby I’m cuming.”

I was very proud of myself for bringing her another orgasm, so I continued to fuck away hoping to blow my load into her canlı kaçak bahis wet box. She then whispered in my ear that this position was hurting her back and she wanted me to fuck her doggie style. I eagerly obliged and let her out from underneath me; her ass had a little meat on it, yet looked so round and felt very smooth.

I got my cock into her and fucked her doggie style on the seat, the whole time my hands alternated from playing with her big tits to rubbing her clit. The sweat was pouring off of me and dripping onto her back, the windows were steaming up. We continued to fuck like this until she had another orgasm, she again moaned loudly of her pleasure.

Much to my chagrin though she pulled her pussy away from my cock and got off of the seat. I looked at her like a child who had his favorite toy taken away from him and sent to bed without any television.

“I sure am glad you have not cum yet.” She said. “I have a position that my husband and I do in the van when we get the occasion to fuck in here.”

“Sure I’m game for anything you want to do.” I said.

“Good, now sit up.” She commanded. “Now lean forward and keep your legs closed.”

I leaned forward to the edge of the seat and she took a hold of my cock, she straddled my legs and guided it into her pussy. Letting go of my cock once she got it in she used the two front seats for support and began to bounce up and down on my cock.

“Holy shit this feels good.” I moaned reaching up with both hands to play with her bouncing tits.

“Fuck yes it does.” She moaned back.

She continued to bounce up and down on my cock as I roughly fondled her big tits, she moaned several times that she was cumming. That was enough for me, I could no longer hold my load and shot it deeply inside her pussy.

“Oh god I’m cumming!” we both moaned together.

We sat for several minutes kissing and fondling our sex soaked bodies, until I realized that people were starting to leave. She started the caravan and turned the defrosters on and we both dressed quickly.

Julie got into the drivers seat and fixed her hair, her make up and made sure her clothes were back on right. I only wore jeans and a golf shirt with a little alligator on the breast, so once I was dressed I stood outside the caravan looking for the boys.

They spotted the caravan and me standing outside of it, they came over and got in, all the way home they told us about the great show we had missed. All the way home I wish I could brag about the great show they missed in the backseat of the van. I felt a little funny as both of our sons were sitting on the same seat where we rutted like wild animals a little while ago.

Once Julie dropped us off my son went to bed and I took a shower, my cock got hard in the shower thinking about Julie. I got out of the shower, toweled myself off and went into the bedroom. My wife only slept in a pair of panties so I kissed my way up her legs, spreading them as I went, I pulled aside the fabric to her panties and licked her pussy until she woke for sex.

Then I gave my wife the most passionate fucking in a long time still consumed by the lustful event I had in the back of the caravan at the concert. I wonder what Julie did to her husband when she got home?

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Lucy was an elusive girl. She was the only girl in the world that existed in my eyes, but that wasn’t the case for her. She was the girl who liked to run around town and have several boyfriends. Granted, that is what high school is all about, but she pushed the limits. In the small farm town that we grew up in, you only had so many options and everyone knew everything that was happening or so it seemed. She had built a reputation as the slutty athletic girl with great looks, but from a troubling family on the bad side of town.

I also lived on that side of town and was often criticized for hanging out with her by my friends and family. My family was a transplant to the “bad” side of town. When my parents divorced, my mom, my older brother and I moved into a house that my mom could afford. Before my parents divorced, we lived out in the country on two acres of land in a house that my parents had built from ground up. My neighbors were local business owners and school district superintendents.

Lucy always went for the guys with the rough bad boy image because that who she related to the best. Her brothers were trouble makers in town and that is what she knew of boys. I saw something different in her though, the deeper side of her. The inner core where she just wanted to be loved and shown that she was worthy of anything and everything.

Unfortunately for me, I was in her friend zone. She did not look at me as a boyfriend, but rather a great friend and neighbor. We spent the summer breaks of our high school years riding bikes out into the country, fishing at the canal and playing in the woods. During these times, I would listen to her as she told me how awful her life was and the daily shenanigans of her siblings. I would often advise her to choose a different path and make something better of her life, but it is hard to be something that you have never seen before. So I made it a mission to be the person to show her a better way of life.

My senior year, I took a job at a local factory, grinding welds down for a few dollars an hour. The job was dirty and didn’t pay well, but it was better than nothing and put a little money in my pocket. Each day, when I arrived home from work in the afternoon, Lucy would be there waiting for me. I would run inside and shower quickly while she waited outside. When I was done, we would run off to the canal, the woods, to the park or simply go for a drive when I was allowed to borrow my mom’s car.

There were many times that I would sit a few inches behind her at the canal and stare at her for minutes at a time. She would often wear a wife beater t-shirt like her brothers and a pair of jogging shorts. By her senior year, she had developed a nice set of breasts and had nice, wide birthing hips. She would run everyday which kept her body thin, but not overly muscular. She had dirty blonde hair that became golden during the summer from long exposure to the sun. She often wore her hair up in a ponytail, hanging down to the middle of her back.

“You are my best friend and the sweetest guy I know” she would tell me often.

Her words made me proud and happy. The only thing that kept me from being totally satisfied is that she would never date me, or so I thought. I was by no means the best looking guy in town and was short for a male, barely 5′ 6″. Running around all the time and wrestling in school helped me stay fit and gave me a little muscle tone to my arms and chest.

We both celebrated our 18th birthday in the summer by getting drunk down by the river. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I was afraid doing so would ruin our friendship. Instead, she asked me to hold her close as we lay on the blanket and that is just what I did until we fell asleep under the stars.

Towards the end of our summer leading up to our Senior year of high school Lucy started dating a guy that she really liked. She started spending more and more time with him and less time with me. Because she wasn’t around as much, I started dating this girl from the other side of town. Lucy and I did not see much of each other until one week before school started. She wrote me a note and left it on my car at work. I found the note and read it as I was leaving work. In the note, she said she needed to talk to me.

Lucy was having troubles with her boyfriend, like always. This time though, she said he was pushing her around and treating her like shit. I told her she needed to leave, but she confided in me that she loved having sex with him. She said he could last for a long time and filled her insides. I kind of felt jealous of her boyfriend because I knew that if that is what attracted her, I would not be able to match his size or endurance.

After the first couple weeks canlı bahis of school, she finally broke it off with him, only to run back to him a few weeks later when she wanted some dick. They would last a few days then break up again. I told her that she deserved someone better. Someone that would treat her as good as I treated her. She said she wished she knew someone as sweet as me. I didn’t understand why she never said she wanted me.

On Christmas Break, she would come over to my house early in the morning when my mom was at work and crawl in bed with me. She would snuggle up close to me and let me hold her, but if my hands moved too far above or below her stomach, she would slap my hands and tell me to be good. This was agonizing for me, I felt like I was walking around with a hard-on all the time with her.

One day it was snowing outside when she came over. I talked her into going outside to play for a little bit around 2pm, an hour before mom came home. She was acting weird that day for some reason. I asked her what was wrong but she would not give me an answer. She was clinging to my arm, stating that she was cold, but always looking around.

We walked up to a pile of snow on the corner of the road, put there by a plow. I grabbed a stick and drew a vagina in the snow. Lucy’s face turned three shades of dark red when she saw it.

“Why did you draw that?” she asked me.

“What is it?” I asked her.

She would not answer me and started to cover it up with snow, though I knew she knew what it was. This was the first time I had seen her act shy. She would talk about having sex, but wouldn’t tell me what I drew?

A little while later, when we came to another snow pile, she grabbed a stick and drew a dick and balls then asked me what it was. I told her that I wasn’t going to tell her what it was unless she told me what I had drawn earlier. Again, her face was bright red. Finally she said, “It was a vagina. There I said it!”

“Why was that so hard for you to say and why did you get so embarrassed when I asked? You have talked to me about having sex many times before.”

She looked at me with a sad face and said, “You are the good guy. You aren’t supposed to be drawing things like that. That is something my boyfriends would do.”

I laughed, “Well maybe I am a bad boy and you just think I am a good guy.”

“No!” she said in an angry and hurt voice. “You are a good guy. If you are a bad boy then I don’t want to be around you.”

Lucy started walking away from me, toward my house. I ran up to her and put my arms around her. She brushed me off, huffing and puffing, a couple times.

The third time, she said, “Stop it.”

I took her hand in mine and said, “Come on Lucy. You know exactly who I am. I was just having a little fun. I am sorry.”

Lucy stopped walking and looked at me. “Promise me you aren’t a bad boy or I am done being your friend.”

I looked her in they eyes and said, “I am the the good guy.” I couldn’t hold back my feelings for her anymore. “I want to be the bad boy if that is what it takes to be your boyfriend though. You need a good guy like me, but you won’t give me a chance.”

Tears started running down her face, “You don’t want me. Don’t say that you do. I will only break your heart. I am not the kind of girl for you.”

Being stubborn, I said, “Why aren’t you the girl for me. You are kind hearted and loving and fun and the most beautiful girl I know. I love spending my time with you.”

“Then why didn’t you ever tell me that before?” she asked, looking me deep in the eyes.

I gasp for air while trying to think of a good answer. “Because I am not the type of guy you date. I want to be the guy that you date, but you don’t think of me that way.”

Lucy took me by the hand and walked with me toward my house. My mom pulled into the driveway as we were heading to the house and parked it in the garage. She said “Hi” then headed into the house.

After mom went inside, Lucy turned to me and said, “I am cold. Let’s go into your garage to warm up.”

I opened the garage door and escorted her inside. She leaned up against the front of my mom’s car where it was still warm. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, combining our body heat to keep each other warm. Neither of us talked for a long time. My hands were rubbing her back as we held each other close for a long time.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lucy pushed me away and looked at me with crying eyes. I started wiping the tears from her eyes and finally asked, “Lucy, why are you crying?”

She half giggled then said, “I don’t know. I am just an emotional mess.”

I laughed at her reply and said, “I your aunt flow visiting?”

She bahis siteleri slapped my on the arm and replied, “No, Aunt Flow is not visiting, but she will be soon.”

“Well, then be happy she isn’t here yet.” I replied, starting to tickle her very sensitive ribs.

Lucy started laughing and flailing her body around, yelling “Stop it! Stop it!”

After a few seconds I stopped tickling her. The expression on her face changed to one I had never seen her have before when looking at me. She looked at me with a serious face and puppy dog eyes while putting her hands on my hips and resting them there. I looked her deep in the eyes and felt my will power slowly drifting away as my body drifted toward her until I could feel her heavy breathing on the bottom of my nose.

Slowly and softly our lips met. My hands moved to her soft face and held it firmly as we kissed for the first time. I had kissed a few women before, but had never felt the sparks I was feeling at this moment. My dick came to life in an instant, and my hormones flowed through my veins like flood waters busting out of the confines of the river banks. Her lips were the juiciest things I had ever touched.

After kissing a few times, which felt like an eternity, Lucy pushed me away and looked me right in the eyes. She didn’t say a word, neither did I. Neither of us needed to say anything, we knew we had crossed that friendship line and there was no going back ever again. Not thinking clearly with the head on my shoulders, but rather with the one in my pants, I reached forward and slid my right hand inside Lucy’s jogging pants and panties. My hand sunk down between her legs, sliding past her outer labia and dipping inside her vagina while kissing her once more. Her legs instinctively spread a few inches, giving me access to slide my finger in and out of her three or four times.

I was shocked at how wet she was. Her juices were gushing out of her, completely coating my finger with her juices. She was so warm inside and moaned into my mouth once before she grabbed my arm and pulled it out of her pants then pushed me away from her.

“Oh my gosh, why are you so wet?” I asked her like an idiot.

“It is your fault” she said right away, before explaining further. “You are the one who got me thinking about sex when you drew the vagina and then when you kissed me.”

Without thinking, I replied, “That was awesome. You are so frickin’ hot and wet and tight as hell.”

Lucy started to blush once again. A few seconds later she said she had to go and rushed out of the garage, jogging home. I followed her out of the garage and watched her jog down the alley toward her house. She did stop half way and look back for a second before continuing home.

Two conflicting thoughts were racing though my head. The first thought was replaying the feeling of my finger inside her and kissing her. The second, conflicting thought, was asking why I did what I did, making me feel shameful and guilty.

I went inside and washed my hands then ate supper with my mom. After eating, I went into my room and laid in bed replaying the erotic moments in the garage with Lucy and masturbated. It was the best and worst moment of my life up to that point. I feared that I had forever lost Lucy’s friendship and that she would possibly never talk to me again.

A few hours later, the phone rang. I answered the phone, it was Lucy. She said she wanted to come over and see me. I was smiling ear to ear and ran outside to the garage, waiting for her to arrive. When she entered the garage she was smiling at me.

I asked why she had to go and she said she was hungry and had to pee. As we continued to talk, she finally fessed up and told me, “I was scared and overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to do so I left and went into my room. I have been thinking about everything for the last couple of hours.”

Not sure where she was going with this, I blurted out, “Lucy, I want you to be my girlfriend.”

She started sobbing. Through her sobbing and flowing tears she replied, “I want to be your girlfriend too.”

We hugged and kissed and held onto each other for several minutes without speaking. “Do you want to go upstairs into the attic?” I asked her, wanting to consummate our relationship.

Lucy simply shook her head up and down. I walked up the ladder at the rear of the garage and pushed away the square piece of wood covering the opening. I grabbed a sleeping blanket on the shelf and threw it up into the garage attic. Lydia followed me up the ladder. I laid the blanket down and she climbed inside for warmth as I placed the square piece of wood over the opening. I placed a rag that my brother used when working on his car, between the wood and the bahis şirketleri ledge to keep the wood from trapping us in the attic.

I climbed into the sleeping bag with Lucy and we started making out right away. Lucy placed her hand in my sweatpants and started stroking me. I slid my hand inside her sweatpants and began fingering her again. I couldn’t believe that I was fingeringd her twice in one day after not touching her for many years. We played with each other for a few minutes then she started pulling on my sweatpants. I rolled onto my back and slid my sweatpants and boxers off my body. She did the same and put them next to her. I pulled her close as our bodies met and kissed her with as much passion as I could muster.

Our hips started grinding together until my dick slid inside her. For the next few minutes we had intercourse like rabbits going as fast as we could with as much passion and intensity as possible. I pulled out of her just before coming. She lifted her shirt and I shot my semen on her stomach. It felt like I was coming for minutes, though I know it wasn’t that long.

Lucy started to cry and I held her close. “I don’t know why I am crying” she said to me.

I comforted her by saying, “It is okay to cry.”

After crying for a few minutes, she wiped her tears away and gained her composure. I laid next to her, stroking her hair and holding her back, our sticky lower bodies smashed together. We continued to kiss until my jaw was sore from kissing so much.

Lucy pulled away from my kiss and started laughing. I had no clue what she was laughing about, but her laugh made me smile. After seeing her with all sorts of different emotions today, it was good to see her laughing.

“Thank you for pulling out.” she giggled.

I giggled at her comment and said with a laugh, “You are welcome.”

She continued, “I wanted to tell you to pull out, but it felt so good. That honestly was the best sex I have ever had.”

“Yeah, right!” I replied in a sarcastic tone.

She answered with a very honest tone, “It was. I don’t know why, but it was. I have never felt so many emotions when having sex before and I don’t know why I cried afterwards. I have never done that before.”

I could honestly say the same and I did. “I agree with you. This was the most romantic, hottest sex I have ever had. I am sorry that I did not last very long, but it felt so great and tight inside you.”

We held each other for awhile before dressing and going back into our own homes. The next few days we had sex several times before Christmas break ended. She would write me the best love notes everyday telling me how she loved me and wanted to be with me forever. I hoped it would be true.

The first few times I ate her out, she came so hard that my face was coated with her fluids. It made me so happy to please her. We both taught each other so much about sex. Prior to her relationship with me, she had guys who only “fucked” her as she worded it. My sex with the few girls prior to her were pretty much the same way. We taught each other how to have foreplay and make each other feel good.

We each went back to our own school after break, we continued to date but things were not the same after a couple of weeks. We started to argue and fight verbally with each other for the first time since we had known each other. We continued to date and cuddle and have sex, but everything had seemed to lose it’s luster. Lucy’s eyes no longer gleemed like they used to, she didn’t seem to have great orgasms anymore and she started acting distant to me.

One night called me and said she had a note she wanted to give me. When she came over she said I couldn’t read it until she left. She gave me a big, long kiss then ran home. I went inside and read the note. It said that she loved me to death, but had to break up with me. She hoped we could still be friends, but she wasn’t right for me.

I tried to find out what happened from Lucy, but she refused to talk to me for a little over a week. I eventually found out from her sister that she had been dating another guy a couple weeks after she went back to school from Christmas break and had been sleeping with him and me at the same time. Her worst fear of dating me had come true. It was in her nature to mess around and she could not stop herself.

Her actions crushed me. When we started talking again, she apologized several times and said she felt so bad, but that she couldn’t be faithful to me even though she loved me so much. We tried staying friends and eventually dated again the next summer, but things were never the same. Sex with her was fantastic the second time we dated, but the bond that we once shared never returned .

We eventually drifted apart and moved to different states, talking a few times the first couple of years before the conversation dried up. To this day, she is and always will be my first true love and hold the master key to my heart.

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The evening had not been the triumphant celebration of my friend Alexi’s book deal that I’d hoped. Or rather, it had, but somewhere along the way the party left me behind. Alex usually relished her role of “wingman,” almost to a fault. But tonight, understandably, she was too busy basking in the accolades to worry about whether I was going home alone tonight. And from all the attention she was getting, it looked like she was going to be too busy later for there to be any chance of our consoling one another, as occasionally happened.

I was at the “one beer too many” stage when I saw Alex from halfway across the room. She pushed the corners of her lips up with her fingers in the universal “smile!” gesture. Then stuck her tongue out at me. I had to laugh at that, but all the same it made me think the best thing for me to do was to wade through the room one more time, congratulate Alex, kiss her on the cheek, and go home to see what was on Cinemax later.

I was almost there, and waiting in line behind some blowhard talking about how Alex should have negotiated harder, when a tall, thin woman in a silk dress put her hand on my arm. It startled me a little, and I turned her way.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but aren’t you a professor at George Mason?” she asked.

“Uh, sorry, no…” I could see the blowhard running out of air, especially since Alex was taking it out of him at every turn. People wonder why I don’t go for more than just friendship with a hottie like Alex – the truth is she scares the hell out of me.

The woman turned to leave. “Sorry to bother you, then.” I got a bit better look at her, and as I did this a short woman who shouldn’t have been wearing anything strapless snuck in behind the blowhard to talk to Alex. The woman who thought I was at George Mason, on the other hand, was trim, curvy, and wearing a green dress that matched her eyes and set off her curly blonde hair. Wearing glasses, like about 90 percent of us in the room, but hers were expensive-looking ones that set off those lovely green eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t mean it like that.” I said. “I don’t teach at George Mason, but I used to teach at Loyola. I gave it all up and started writing full-time a few years ago. Maybe you’ve seen me at book events?” She was beginning to look familiar to me too.

“Maybe…” she said doubtfully.

“Hang on,” I said, putting my hand on her arm. “I’m trying to speak to Alex here. She’s a friend of mine. Would you like me to introduce you?”

“Sure.”

Mercifully, the short woman’s fawning didn’t last long, and I was able to get Alex’s attention. I used this excuse to take the woman by the hand. “This is Alexi Morgan, a friend and writing buddy of mine who, I’m proud to say, has just signed the book deal of the century,” I said, kissing Alex on the cheek.

“Hi,” the woman said. I was hoping she would say her name at this point, since I obviously didn’t have a clue, but she didn’t. “Good luck with your book!”

“Thank you!” Alex said. “Does your friend have a name?” she asked me in a stage whisper.

“Well, we just met. Or rather, we’re both trying to place each other.” I said to illegal bahis the woman: “Sorry, help me out here.”

“It’s Tabitha. Tabitha Wilson. My friends call me Tabby.”

“Meoww,” Alex said. She may have had one too many of those fruity drinks that kept circling by. “Well, has my memory-impaired friend introduced himself, at least?”

“We were working on some theories just now,” Tabitha said, “but nothing’s clicking.”

“Sorry. I’m Gordon Wainwright.”

“That’s it. I’ve placed you now.”

“Really?”

“Commissioner Gordon. Hangs around with Batman.”

“Oh-key,” Alex said, and disappeared.

“Ha ha. No,” I said, wishing I had gotten to talk with Alex a bit more, and trying not to roll my eyes. “Wait – did you ever go to the library at Loyola? I worked there some when I was teaching.”

“No, I pretty much stuck to the one at George Mason. Ours was better.”

“Thanks.”

“Well, for my subjects.”

“Okay, Tabitha, we’ve gotten as far as our names, anyway. Want to go somewhere and figure out where we might know each other from? It’s too noisy in here to think.” Which was a line, but had the added virtue of being true.

“Have you had dinner?”

We left the art gallery which was hosting the party and walked down a few blocks towards a Lebanese place I knew. “Do you live around here?” I asked.

“Just a few blocks west,” she said.

“Me too. Maybe I’ve seen you in the neighborhood?”

“Doubt it. I’m always gone, and I bet I haven’t taken two walks in the neighborhood since I got here.”

“Oh.” I said this rather flatly, because not only was that another dead end, but I had caught sight of the large numbers of people waiting outside the restaurant as we walked up.

“Oh,” she said in the same tone of voice. “Do you like Chinese?”

“Yes, but I haven’t found a Chinese restaurant around here I like.”

“Me neither. I was going to suggest that I cook us something. I actually own my own wok.”

“You own your own wok?”

“My own wok.”

We stopped by a little grocery store for some noodles and some plum wine, then walked over to her apartment building. “I know this place!” I said as we walked up the steps.

“Really?” she asked. “Maybe you’ve seen me here then?”

“How long have you lived here?”

“About six months.”

“Nope, I wouldn’t have. I haven’t been here since…” I trailed off.

“Since when?” she smiled, not wanting to let me off the hook.

“My girlfriend who lived here broke up with me.”

“Ah,” she said, a little uncertainly. She let us in and we put down the groceries.

“What can I do to help?” I said, trying not to seem like a man whose girlfriend breaks up with him for being unhelpful, anyway.

“Just open the wine and help me figure out where I know you from,” she said. “I’m just making a simple noodle dish. Won’t take a second.”

“What’s it called?”

“Longevity noodles. The glasses are over there, thanks. So maybe I know you from your books. Have I seen your books at the bookstore?”

“If you mean Borders or Barnes and Noble, not likely. I write History. I’ve been collaborating on illegal bahis siteleri a textbook for the past year.”

“So much for that.”

“Sorry,” I grinned, handing her a glass of wine. “So what do you do?”

“Well, I don’t normally admit this on the first date, but I’m kind of a trust fund baby and professional student. Come to think of it, I don’t usually admit that to myself…” she muttered.

“Nothing wrong with that. We Americans are too obsessed with earning a living.” I trailed off into one of my monologues about the historical trend toward identifying oneself with one’s profession before remembering that it had cost me at least one second date, and a couple of thirds. “So what’s your major? Anything to do with history?”

“Kind of.”

“That’s probably it! Until this year, I used to go all over town lecturing on early 20th century history – the Great War”

“I’m focusing on history of textile design. My dream is to be a furniture designer.”

“Oh,” I said, noticing the covering on the sofa I’d been sitting on. “Well, this covering is nice. I like the colors in this weave. Your design?”

“No, got it at T.J. Maxx,” she said in a near-menacing tone. But when I looked up at her she was smiling at me. She sat down beside me on the couch. “It’s ready.”

“Okay, one more thing. Take off your glasses.”

“You don’t like my glasses?”

“I love your glasses. But maybe seeing you without them will jar something loose.”

“Oh, really?” she said, coyly. She held her face up to me, and I gently took her glasses off.

“Nope,” I said, kissing her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before in my life.”

She kissed back. “I’m still not giving up. I’ve seen you somewhere. Let’s eat.”

“Delicious. Thank you,” I said, as I got up and started moving the dishes over to the sink. She got up with me and we loaded the two dishes and forks into the dishwasher.

“Let’s go back to the couch. I’m going to figure it out. What vet do you use?” she asked. I had briefly seen a cat before he or she scampered off for parts unknown.

“No pets.”

I sat down, and she settled back against me. “Where do you shop for groceries, usually?”

“Kroger.”

“Eh. Publix, here,” she sighed as I started massaging her shoulders through the thin material of her dress.

“Religion?”

“Catholic. St. John’s,” she said, undoing some buttons and letting the dress off her shoulders, revealing a black bra.

“Episcopalian, myself, when I go,” I said, rubbing bare skin now.

“Oh, sweet lord,” she said, pushing back against the palms of my hands. Her dress was around her waist, and I was working on the clasp on her bra. It came loose, and she held it up against her breasts as she turned around to face me. “Do you play tennis?” she asked, the bra still clutched against her as she started to unbutton my shirt.

“I’m afraid not,” I said, undoing my cuffs and pulling her bra away. Her breasts swayed against my bare chest.

“Me neither,” she moaned as I began to suck on one of her erect pink nipples. “You’re starting to confuse me. I’ll never figure it out.”

“You’re canlı bahis siteleri kind of confusing me too,” I admitted, pulling up her skirt to reveal silk stockings and black silk panties. I caressed her bottom as she began taking my belt and trousers off.

“Maybe if we go lie down,” she offered. She didn’t have to ask twice. We shed clothing during the short walk to her bedroom. I was totally naked; she was down to her lacy thigh-high stockings and glasses.

I got under the covers with her and ran my hands down her flat stomach. Finding a wonderfully smooth, slick slit between her legs, I began to greedily explore with my hand as she cupped my balls and cock. When I was almost ready to explode from the attention, I crawled down and began to lap at her juices. She put her silk-clad legs over my back and began to rock her way to an orgasm. My tongue swirled over her clit and disappeared into her opening, then around her lips. She had a slight salt tang, and it was divine. She started to come, and nearly suffocated me as she drove my head down with her legs and hands.

When we came up for air, she sighed contentedly. “Well, Gordon, whoever you are, you can call me Tabby now.”

“Okay, Tabby. I just hope you weren’t one of my students, but we’ve already covered that idea, and maybe the statute of limitations has run out anyway,” I panted.

“Oh, dear, I haven’t worn you out, have I? Just lie back,” she instructed, and got on top of me. I went in slowly; she was wet and open, but squeezing me with her tight, toned pussy muscles every inch of the way. “Mmmm, so good,” she lay down on top of me and moaned in my ear. “It’s been so long.”

I started nippling and sucking on her nipples, taking each one in turn, back and forth. She began to moan, and ride me faster and faster. “ooHH, fuck – OH!” she cried, and convulsed in wave after wave.

When she recovered, she picked up my cock, miraculously still erect. “Still haven’t come, Gordon? Relax, sweetie,” she said, and began to suck on it like an artist. Her tongue swirled around the head as she picked up speed. I tried to warn her I was coming, and she muttered “I know,” around my pulsing cock as she swallowed my come.

She gave me a lingering kiss on the lips and went off to the kitchen for some water. Returning with glasses of ice water for both of us, she handed me one and said “I’ve got good news and bad news.”

“What’s the good news?”

“I’ve finally placed you.”

“Where?”

“That’s the bad news. I saw you at our last family reunion in Virginia.”

When I got back to my apartment Alex was sitting on my couch in my bathrobe, her dark hair wet, drinking Merlot.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” I said, slowly.

“I wasn’t sure I’d see you here, either. I just needed to get away from an admirer I couldn’t shake, and I was too close to being drunk to drive to my place. You don’t mind?”

“No problem.” I sank down on the couch and put my head in her lap. She began to stroke my hair.

“So how did you make out with the blonde? Did you ever place her?”

“She finally remembered. We’re second cousins.”

“And when did you figure this out?” she asked, laughing before I could even open my mouth. “Too late, from the looks of you. So I guess that’s a dead end?”

“I’m thinking it over,” I mused. “Straight girls are so hard to find in this neighborhood.”

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