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It started becuse I hadn’t had it for weeks and was feeling horny as hell. I had never really seen the big deal about meeting people on the internet, especially not for just one-off encounters; but I just felt like what I was in the mood for was ridiculously meaningless sex with whatever cheap and easy girl was up for it.It took a surprisingly little amount of time to find someone. I thought I would be gloing through profiles for ages to find someone who was into the same things as me, but after a day or so I found someone who shared my fetish. The thing is you see, I’m into watersports, and it’s hard to find people the ‘normal way’ who are into the same Escort bodrum thing. But the girl I got chatting to on this site, whose name was ‘Cutie500’ but I later found out was called Susan… Well she was filthy. Not only was she immediately talking about how much she wanted a hard cock in her mouth, but she was telling me what she liked to happen straight after….We met up in a local hotel; neutral ground. We both promised each other that there was no obligation, and that if there were any reservations we could go home with no hard feelings. But I think we both knew that this was just a formality the first time we Escort Kuşadası saw each other. We badly wanted to do bad things, and couldn’t get started!I don’t know but I had thought of Susan as quite petite, but she was slightly overweight, which actually does more for me. It meant she had an ample cleavage, and an arse I could have spent all night squeezing. She had red hair, which I found out for a fact was natural during the course of the evening! She was 8 years older, but neither of us had had much experience of our mutual fetish, and both needed to encourage each other. Watersports requires being able to drink bodrum escort a lot and hold on, and so we spent a few hours in the bar drinking beers, coffee and water. Chatting away, I found out that she had a wicked sense of humour and was very naughty. At one point she squeezed my cock through my trousers until I was rock hard, and then stopped, leaving me very horny and flustered in the bar!When we got up to the room, we decided that I would take charge because I was into more aspects of watersports than her. Whilst she only liked being pissed on, I liked being pissed on but also wanted to piss on her. But most of all, I wanted to see her piss into her knickers. She had put on an especially tight pair for the occasion, and I refused to let her go until she couldn’t hold it any more. The pink fabric slowly developed a dark patch; then, when I gave her the signal, she released her bladder and warm piss started gushing into her knickers.

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Onsen Onna (Hot Spring Lady) Part I – The Meeting Onsen bathing is one of the highlights of any trip to Japan. Add meeting an intriguing woman for a memorable experience! There are onsen (hot springs) everywhere in Japan, literally hundreds of places with naturally heated water that comfort millions of Japanese who go on meccas for the best onsenburo (hot spring bath) experiences. Weekends are often fully booked at popular onsen towns, especially near Tokyo and Osaka, the two most populated regions in the country. I’m a 40-something white guy from the Southwest USA, assigned to Tokyo as a human resources specialist and employee counselor. I was fortunate to find a job in personnel, thanks to my M.A. in human resource management and M.S. in psychology. I needed a break from the typical grueling work schedule, six days a week with many evenings out for socializing with co-workers and the bosses. I thought it would be fun to go to a rural onsen in a small town, mostly to get away from the busy metropolitan areas. Nikko, a couple of hours from Tokyo, seemed like a good prospect with lots of ryokan (traditional inns) with their own onsenburo–especially on a weekday when fewer people are traveling. I did my research online and found a small ryokan with only a few rooms and their own onsen baths, not too far from the train station. From Tokyo, I took a JR bullet train to Utsunomiya going north, then transferred to the local Nikko Line. On the way to Nikko, I happened to notice a beautiful Japanese woman sitting across the aisle. I’d say she was in early 30s, about 5’8″, slender with long silky hair down to her waist. What really caught my attention was that she was nicely dressed in a simple white skirt and blouse, coffee-toned hose, and 2″ heels–like she was going to work in a big company in Tokyo. Really elegant! Every so often, I glanced over to my left to check out this beautiful woman. Her face was gorgeous, like one of the many beautiful models in ads for Shiseido or Sony. We finally arrived at Nikko Station. Exiting the front entrance, I glanced around for the taxi waiting area. A line of taxis waited for people Kuşadası escort going to area hotels and lodging.The woman and I approached the taxi in the front simultaneously. I bowed to her and said “Dozo, osaki ni” (please, you first). She replied in an enchanting soft voice, “Domo, sumimasen” (Thank you). She instructed the driver that she was going to Harunoya. The driver opened the automatic door to let her in. I said to her, “I’m going to the same ryokan. May we go together?” She replied, “Yes, of course. That would be fine.” I followed her into the back seat while the driver placed our small suitcases in the trunk. As she scooted over to the right side (riders enter from the left side), her skirt rode up her shapely legs and revealed a little more of her coffee-colored hose to almost mid-thigh. Ooh, I thought, she has excellent taste for hosiery–not the usual matte-finish cheap cream-colored pantyhose that the typical woman in Japan wears–but a super sheer pantyhose that must have been 10-15 denier (I’m a stocking lover as you will see). It was a rare sight anywhere, especially with the unfortunate decline in women’s hosiery nowadays. She settled into her seat and pulled her hem down after realizing that a lot of her legs was showing. I tried to avoid admiring her legs, but it was difficult! The driver got underway after checking on the ryokan’s location (no numbered street addresses in Japan, so you really need to know the city!). The late afternoon light came in from the right side, shining through her sheer white blouse with warm backlight. I looked down and noticed the backlighting also revealed the texture of her skirt material. It looked like a very light, finely woven linen. Then I noticed the telltale bumps of garter clips and outline of garter straps! I could almost make out the line of the stocking tops–not the lacy type, but the original banded top. As the late afternoon sun swung over a little, I saw what looked like the glint of shiny metal garter clips–not the cheap, unreliable plastic clips. The light also revealed a little more detail showing through bodrum escort bayan the thin skirt–a thin light line across her leg, a hint that she may be wearing the old Hanes stockings with the light-colored edge on the stocking top. She wasn’t wearing a slip! I thought, “This is turning out better than expected!” We finally arrived at the Harunoya ryokan up in the hills, about 20 minutes from the train station. We split the cab fare and exited the taxi on the left side. As I helped her out, her skirt again rode up her long legs. This time, a little more of her gorgeous nylon-clad legs was revealed. I noticed the edge of the dark stocking tops peeking out. I could also see the light-colored garter strap and shiny garter clip showing through her linen skirt. As we picked up our suitcases and walked toward the main entrance of the ryokan, I saw the signboard listing the guests for the evening. I saw my name, then the only other guest that night: Naito Erika. Nice name! We entered the genkan (entry) where we were immediately greeted by the okami (owner) who welcomed us to her ryokan. As is customary, we took off our street shoes before entering the ryokan. I untied my shoelaces and walked up a little step to put on slippers. Erika slipped out of her heels and walked up the short step. She was wearing RHT stockings with reinforced heels and toes. I haven’t seen RHT nylons for eons! She slipped on her ryokan slippers and followed the okami to her room. Another ryokan assistant took me to my room, across the hall from Erika’s. Going down the hallway lit from the back by an open window, I could easily see the outlines of Erika’s legs through her thin linen dress. It was easy to imagine her without her skirt and just admiring her stocking-clad legs. Mmmmm. She entered the room and smiled at me, saying in surprisingly excellent English, “Good to meet you. See you at dinner.” The okami had reminded us that we should take a bath in the ryokan’s daiyakujo (public bath) or the kashikiriburo (private bath)–and even an uchifuro (private family bath). They were all open 24 hours without Kuşadası escort bayan reservations. Great!! After unpacking and resting for a moment, I threw off my street clothes and donned the yukata (bathing clothes) provided by the ryokan. It fit perfectly. How did they know my size, “L?” As I exited my room named “Fuji no Hana” (Wisteria), Erika came out of her room, named “Sakura no Hana” (cherry blossom). Nicer ryokan often have rooms with special names. She was also wearing a white yukata with a sakura flower design. The yukata was made with rather thin cotton, perfect for the hot, humid summers in Japan. It was so thin, in fact, that as I followed behind her, I thought I saw the outline of a white garter belt, white panties, and dark stockings. As my eyes followed her slim legs downward, I noticed the back of her heel in the ryokan slippers–RHT heels! She hadn’t bothered to take off her stockings! She was going to wear them into the women’s bathroom! We both approached the daiyakujo (public bath) for men and women. The main entry had the Japanese character for “yu” (or hot water), the universal symbol throughout Japan for a hot bath, both hot springs and regular public baths with heated water. It’s an essential Japanese character to know if you like hot baths. She entered the women’s side signified by a red noren (a curtain in the entryway). I called after her, “Have a nice one!” She smiled back and said, “You too!” As her door closed behind her, I saw her slipping off her slippers, exposing her RHT nylon-covered feet. Across the top of the wall dividing between the two sides, I could hear walking around the dressing room, placing her clothes in the bamboo clothes basket, and entering the bath area. I did the same and entered the bath area also. Of course, it is mandatory in Japan that everyone takes a complete bath before entering the furo itself. This is so that the furo water remains clean and absolutely free of body oils, soap and other contaminants. It is said that bath managers will drain everything if he/she catches a bather entering a furo otherwise. Across the open divider between the men’s and women’s bathing areas, I could hear Erika showering and bathing for almost 10 minutes. I also enjoyed the scalding hot water, the nicely scented shampoo and conditioner, and body soap. My room had a local specialty, horse-oil soaps which have a creamy texture that leaves the hair and body silky smooth.

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It has been a few weeks since Emmy had her way with me at her house. We have a peculiar relationship. We are like the best of friends when out having a drink, as we are now, and then when it comes to sex it is like she turns into a whole other woman and just becomes this wild volcano, erupting lava flow after lava flow of controlling sexual domination. There is no stopping it when you are caught in its path and yet I can’t help but to stand at the bottom of that mountain and gaze up adoringly at the heaving summit smoking away passionately, aware that at any moment it may bubble over into another scorching hot landslide that will burn my ass. We are talking about the last meeting at her house. We don’t normally stray into talking about Emmy’s alternative sexual life but since she started to include me in this brave new world we can’t help but to wander off the beaten track. She asks me about my sexual preferences and why I can’t see the contradictions in what I like. I have been wearing stockings and lace panties for a while now to satisfy my sexual desires and have fantasised for years about being fucked in the ass by a strapon-wielding lady. Not finding anyone to take up the challenge I bought my own toys and started experimenting with my own anal liberation. The internet and its wonderful infinite possibilities lead on to a further and more intense fantasy to be fucked by a transsexual. Once again I had been unlucky in love with that search. However, I had been lucky enough to get fucked by Emmy and her strapon at the ‘surprise party’ she organised for me a few weeks back which she had even encouraged me to suck my cum off of. It was this part in particular we were hung up in conversation about. You see, I had been infatuated about sucking my own cum off of a ladies strapon. I had dreams about sucking the cocks of beautiful transsexuals too. Even convincing crossdressers entered my mind. But that was what Emmy couldn’t understand. I wanted to suck cock so badly but it had to be attached to a feminine figure. Emmy argued that it didn’t matter what the cock was attached to and that I just couldn’t get over the stigma of being labelled ‘gay’ for having such a fantasy. “Emmy, look, I get it and I am not concerned with being given any sort of label. I really don’t care what other people think my sexual orientation is, I have a strong desire for the feminine look but it’s just that I want it to come with a cock,” I say finishing my drink and gesturing to Emmy for another. “Yes please, Humph,” she says pointing at her glass. She gives me a look of deep thought through squinted eyes. A look I have seen a few times before and it usually means hugely kinky and dirty thoughts are whirring away in that beautiful mind of hers. I get the drinks and return to the table. Emmy has a smug grin on her face and she says, “Humph, I have an idea.” I look back at her with a knowing smile and ask her to “go on.” “I have a friend building me something kumköy escort bayan for a party we have planned next month. I think you would be the perfect person to give it a dry run for me. It should be ready in a couple of weeks. If you are game for it I think you’ll love it,” she says enticingly. “Building you something!” I proclaim, “Emmy, you have to let me know a bit more than that.” “Humph, have I ever let you down? Come on, I think I can get you to fulfill at least one more of those fantasies of yours, if I can get hold of everyone,” she says suggestively. I nearly spill my drink down my chin, “Everyone! Emmy, I, I don’t know,” I stammer. “Oh stop pretending to be shy. You were pressed against my patio window licking your own cum whilst I fucked your ass with a strapon in front of a crowd of people only a few weeks ago. You seemed to enjoy that,” Emmy replies wryly. “I’m not being shy, it’s just that you’re being aloof,” I say, “Give me more details.” “Come on, I know you better than that. You love surprises. This will be one to remember,” Emmy says knowingly. “All right, all right. Sounds fun,” I say blankly. I thought the last encounter was ‘one to remember’ goodness knows what games she has planned this time. I trust her wholeheartedly though and know she won’t have me doing anything I wouldn’t enjoy. It is for that reason I put my trust in this woman. “Good!” Emmy says, raising her glass to mine, “I will get in touch when I have it all arranged,” she continues as she leans forward and kisses me long and hard on the lips. She always gets close like this when she has something naughty planned for me. It is like I am her sexual play-toy for her to experiment with. Like a teddy bear she can abuse in the garden, role playing games in the dirty mud one minute only to go and wash it all off in a bath and cuddle up to it at night innocently the next. Ten days go by and I have only briefly spoken with Emmy on the phone twice and had a few text message exchanges but never once have I brought up her ‘games night’. But today, Saturday morning, I get a text. “Humph, get yourself clean inside and out. Put your best stockings on and those lace panties you love and get your sexy ass around to my house for 7pm.” I get an almost immediate twitch in my groin and butterflies in my stomach. So, it is on, whatever on is and it is happening tonight. I text her back, “Sure! See you at 7pm. I look forward to it.” I get myself showered and shave every part of my body three times over. I clean myself up and douche myself once before leaving the shower and again before I leave for Emmy’s. It has been a long anxious wait all day wondering what Emmy has in store for me. My mind wanders back to our conversation prior to the invite and I can’t help but focus on the attention she was giving to my claim that I would only suck a cock if it was attached to a woman. I have visions of her tying me up and leading kumköy escort a naked guy over to my strapped down head and getting him to fuck my face. It makes me very anxious as I not only loathe the idea but I have a terrible gag reflex and can imagine him forcing his cock past the point it makes me retch. I have second thoughts about the whole idea and I nearly turn the car around at the next junction but I change my mind as I think back to all the other occasions Emmy has taken control and liberated me sexually and I have not been disappointed. I just think of my lace panties and stockings hugging my crotch and thighs beneath my jeans and keep on driving hoping it be something else she has in mind. I pull up into the drive of Emmy’s huge house. I am not sure if I should knock on the front door or go around the back like last time and while I stand there in the driveway deliberating I hear the front door open. It is Emmy, wearing an emerald green corset and fishnet stockings that go all the way up those long, long legs. She looks delectable. “Hi Emmy, I brought wine, I didn’t know what else to bring,” I say as I greet her at the door. “Just your good self, Humph, and your sexy little underwear, oh I do hope you are wearing that as I think it will just be so hot.” she says looking at my jeans curiously. “Underneath, yes,” I say nervously. “Right, well lets get them jeans off huh,” Emmy says as she starts to unbutton my jeans almost before I have stepped into her house. Emmy undresses me down to just my shirt and jacket with my stockings and lace panties. She takes my hand and leads me through her kitchen where she hands me a glass of champagne, which is a welcome steady to my nerves. We make small talk as I down the large glass and she leads me once more through the house and into the garden room where everyone was before the last time I was here. I glance over at the patio doors and imagine what that view would have been like of me pressed up against them. We proceed on toward a doorway with circular steps down toward a lower level. My heart is beating like a drum and does so about three times per step as we descend down into a darkened room. I can see a few glowing lights in the distance and a warmer glow coming from around the edge of what appears to be a bar. It is like a nightclub. I can hear music and voices of many people as I am lead around the corner. “Everyone, this is Humphry. Humphry this is, well, everyone. You will get to know them by name soon,” Emmy says to a group of scantily clad people all sat around chatting at tables all lit up in neon. Everyone in the group mouths a polite hello and a gesture in my direction and I wave at everyone back with a nod, my own scantily clad body on show for everyone to see. Emmy leads me over to a table where I recognise a face, it is Suzie from the store where I picked up these stockings. She enthusiastically greets me and kisses me Escort kumköy on the cheek. She steps back and takes a moment to admire my attire. “Humphry, you look fucking hot!” she says exaggeratedly. Everyone else in the group stops to take more note of my attire and I sheepishly grin and nod as in thanks at all the admiring glances. Emmy comes back and hands me another welcome glass of champagne and proceeds to point at each table and explain who everyone is to me. None of it is going in as she points from person to person, seemingly each girl here with their partner who does something something in finance or something something for a large corporate until Emmy says something that catches my attention and brings my focus back into the room and away from my self consciousness. “Wait, what did you just say?” I lean over and whisper to her. “What? Victoria. Yes she is a transsexual. In fact there are a few here tonight, Humphry,” Emmy says matter-of-factly. My cock twinges at the mere thought and my heart is racing once more. Emmy notices my blushing and with a cheeky grin she leans in and whispers to me, “Humph, I didn’t bring you here for you to have your first transsexual experience I brought you here to be a guinea pig for my new device, remember?” I look at her and try to explain that I know that but without letting her know that I don’t know what the hell she means by device. She knows anyway, she can read me like a book and she offers me reassurance it will be fun. She tells me to relax some more and to just get into the swing of things. She takes me over to another table and introduces me to a few people and we exchange pleasantries and after a while I relax and the music and drinks start flowing. I am having a fun time mingling and getting off on all the comments about my stockings and lace panties. Everyone else is dressed amazingly, it is like I am backstage at a burlesque show. And speaking of show it appears mine is about to start as Emmy whispers into my ear that, “It is time.” I gulp the last of my drink and nod wryly as she takes my hand and leads me toward what appears to be a darkened stage across a small wooden dance floor. Emmy switches on some lights and a huge cylindrical box becomes apparent before me. It looks carpeted on the outside and has five thigh height boxes around its base with spaces between them. “Ladies and gentleman,” Emmy shouts as she lowers the music on the wall panel. “You all know why you are here and now it is time for me to tell our guest, Humphry.” Emmy proceeds to tell me that the cylindrical box is in fact an ‘Iron Maiden Glory Hole’. A contraption of her own invention and that I should not be alarmed by it. Something I find hard to believe at this stage with the mention of ‘Iron Maiden’. She gesticulates for a couple of men to come forward and asks them to open up the box and they do so splitting it down the middle on one side. Inside it is also made of a plush material and I can see multiple holes now dotted around in two lines. One around waist height and one about head height. “Humphry, I have a little game for you. You said to me in the pub that you had an overwhelming desire to suck cock and that you could only do it if it was attached to a beautiful transsexual.

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I have my first tantrum today. Never in my forty years of life have I had one before. The cascade of relief was exhilarating from letting myself go–crying, screaming really, pounding, stamping, and a good bit of incoherent shouting. And even with the consequences, I can see myself needing to release in this way again.Needless to say, my Daddy is not pleased.It has been a couple of weeks since my birthday, and from the wonder of it, I have been your good girl for days now. I have only had one or two spankings when I came home from work grumpy, and you knew that would help me. But today was a totally different story.Today is a really distressing day at work. My stress level is higher than it’s ever been, and I’m just fuming with anger. That idiot boss-from-hell is at my office for half the morning, and by the time he finally leaves, I’m ready to lash out at anyone who comes within swinging distance.Then the stupidity of the woman I am supposed to be training is off the charts. I can only sympathize with her as I realize that she is scared of the boss-from-hell, something I have never been. And it is probably a good thing that I only have a few more weeks here or I probably would be fired for taking a swing at him.And understand, I am a very non-violent person, but him, grrr.At five, I am calmer. Side escort bayan Actually, almost skipping to your car when I see you waiting there. You stand by my door to help me in and buckle me. You give me a sweet kiss as you do and ask how my day was.All I can reply is, “Don’t ask.”You quickly gauge my mood, and get me home, undressed, and ready for my diaper. You have me lay on my changing mat, watching you as you undress yourself to just boxers. This is how we usually are dressed in the evenings at home–me in my diaper, with my boobs swinging free, and you in just your boxers. Easy access to each other, if the need arises. And it often does.You have the house temperature set just warm enough that, dressed this way, we are not cold.You come to the changing mat on the bed and place a fresh warm diaper under me. You begin with the baby lotion, rubbing it all over me, massaging it in, calming me from the stress that seems to be built up in me. Your light touch does compose me some and I can finally smile up at you.“There’s my Baby Lizzy that I know,” you tell me, smiling back at me.The smell and feel of the soft baby powder raining down on me quiets and unwinds me. And finally, you lean and just give a gentle little kiss to my clit before you pull the Escort manavgat diaper over me. Then a raspberry on my belly button. I squeal with enjoyment like I always do.You see the transition in me as I return to being your Baby Lizzy, not that work-worn Liz. It appears I am now relaxed and have thrown off the shackles from my work day. Your baby is home, safe and sound.You carry me to the kitchen and feed me my dinner. Then to the couch for my bottle. You gauge that tonight it will be two baby bottles of wine, not formula first, that I will need after my day. And, for that matter, perhaps three.After I suck down my first bottle and have been burped, you sit me on the couch next to you and tell me you have a surprise for me.“What is it, Daddy?” I squeak.You have your laptop open on the coffee table, but you go and bring some rolled up papers over to the table, too.“Baby, the men have been working really hard on my house to make it our perfect new home. A lot has been done, but there’s still a good bit to do. But it is at the point I can show you the layout planned and some pictures of your new furniture,” you explain as you open your laptop and begin to unroll a couple of floor plans.“Oh, goody, Daddy,” I respond.But it is only minutes before the shit alanya escort hits the fan.Afterward, you realize your mistake in starting with my nursery. You spread out the floor plan and begin to point to things, and as you do, you pull up the pictures on your computer. First, you point to my changing table by the window and near our bathroom. Seeing the picture of the wonderful table you will change me on, without having to bend over so much, fills me with glee.You move on to my play area–the playpen, toy box, bookshelves and special rocking horse. I am getting excited to move to our new home. Then it happens, you point to a place on the plan and pull up a picture, telling me that this will be my crib.I go wild, crying out, “No, no, no, no.” Stamping my feet and pounding my fists on the coffee table. You are caught completely off guard. What is the problem?I won’t listen to you as you try to calm me and pull me to you. I lash out at you and pull away, just screaming the no, no, no over and over. I am working myself up to a real hissy fit. I thrust the table away from us, almost knocking the laptop off, and throw myself on the floor. I kick, scream, and slam my fists against the floor.What you see happening before you, astounds you.I am doing all this, I know in my mind that it is mostly from all the built-up stress from work, but no, how could my Daddy? I scream and cry so hard I am hiccupping and gasping for breath.What is going on? What is making me so hysterical? You had just started to show me my new crib built just the right size for me, and I go off like a crazed lunatic.

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Dipping her head, she pressed her tongue against the base of his encased cock and rasped slowly along the shaft. She circled the tip then sucked greedily as if devouring a favourite sticky lolly. Lifting her chin, she flicked her tongue over full red lips, then dived again. Her raven curls tumbled over tanned, bare shoulders and buxom breasts knocked together while she licked and slurped.Pausing, she caressed the silky mesh stretched taut across his thickened shaft then doodled circles, watching his cock twitch inside the black nylon. The musky aroma of pre-cum teased her nostrils, mixing with the tang of sweat and zest of the cinnamon spice candles flickering on the nightstand. A potent brew. Shuddering, she inhaled deeply: held it, savoured it.She exhaled through plump puckered lips. Then, shaking out her hair, she watched him watching her. His gaze followed every movement and his eyes, dark as the night, pleaded for more. His hips writhed slowly, rhythmically, the nylon pantyhose flexing like a second skin. He mouthed please and touched her face, his lips curving into a smile when she kissed his fingers. He uttered a gratifying groan as she returned to sucking his cock.She carefully Side Escort lifted his shaft, stretching the pantyhose. Encircling his engorged tip with hungry lips, she sucked as hard as she dared. She wanted to nibble – wanted to rip open the nylon mesh and devour him. But his instructions were clear: no snags, no tears.Keeping control, she pushed her tongue hard against the black nylon. His thickened cock throbbed and pre-cum seeped through the casing. She sucked at the dampness, relishing the flavour while he pulsed hot against her lips. Scarcely breathing, she closed her teeth carefully around him, gripping him gently but firmly. She waited. Did he trust her? He made no protest – but mistrusting herself, she released him.Changing tactic, she fondled his balls through the reinforced gusset. His hips undulated with increasing speed and his head flopped to one side, face distorted into a clown-like grimace. He clawed the bedsheets with clammy hands, murmuring, “I’m close,” through gritted teeth.She let go. “Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to play.” Gazing at his face, she blew warm breath over his cockhead. He trembled, moaned, but she touched a finger manavgat escort bayan to his lips, “Shh… relax.” She blew again; angel breaths dancing over the damp nylon.Shifting position, she exhaled across his abdomen, stirring the fine hairs trapped in the mesh. She watched, fascinated, as the dark hairs on his arms rose in sympathy and shivers coursed through him. On a whim, she lightly kissed his belly button. He shuddered as if electrified. Amused, she planted tiny kisses all over his abdomen. Then she kissed his thighs and all around his pulsing erection.“Suck me,” he begged.“Patience.”She slid her hands beneath his buttocks, gently kneading the firm flesh in its nylon casing. She leaned closer… closer… He groaned and, feeling his cock touch her lips, she sat up. She clicked her tongue at him then flicked back her hair and straightened her spine. Reaching sideways, she grasped a goblet and slowly sipped wine while watching his ragged breathing dislodge sweat droplets from his smooth skin.“God, you’re a tease,” he muttered, but the smirk on his face betrayed his pleasure.“Shh… Dry mouth from the nylon.”Replacing her glass, she scooped Escort alanya his hands in hers and placed them palms up by his side. She stroked his forearms, circling her fingertips and tracing the blue network of veins. Then she placed both her hands on his cock. She watched him hold his breath. Smugly, she waited – waited until he lifted his head, brow furrowed.A broad grin creased her pretty face and, slinking snakelike, she brushed her tits over his thighs. The nylon, coarser than skin, tickled her nipples in a surprisingly arousing way. Loving the sensation, she rubbed harder. He sighed longingly – music to her ears – and she moaned like him when rough palms fondled her breasts. He squeezed and rubbed her nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, skilfully teasing. His hips gyrated beneath her and a deep groan rumbled in his throat.“More,” he pleaded.She arched gracefully over his midriff, breasts hanging down like grapefruits ripe for picking. Sinking toward him, she allowed him to squeeze them together, encasing his shrouded cock. He bucked into the soft channel, his moans louder, urgent. She let him play. The moans vibrated through her, heating her core and his aroma sparked the touch paper, lighting the fuse that would ultimately ignite her orgasm.But she wanted a slow-burn. Slow and sweet. Again, she pulled away.“No!” He wiped the sweat bejewelling his brow and moistened his lips. His chest rose and fell rapidly; his cock strained against the nylon. “Please…”

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I am in the clubhouse playing Chopin’s etude, opus ten number three, and as usual my eyes were roaming the clubhouse looking at the ladies who came through. I enjoy looking at women. I took a swig of coke and begin to play a nocturne by Chopin. Part way through, I see a woman I had seen at times and I really like her looks. She is sitting at the other end of the room, listening to my music. I was so hoping she would come over and after ten minutes she got up and walked over to me. “Hello, my name is Lois. I want to tell you how much I love listening to you play Chopin’s music. That opus ten number three is my favorite piece.” “Mine too Lois, someone wrote a song to that piece, ‘So deep is the night.” “May I ask your name?” asked Lois. “I’m Raymond.” “I’m living at my sister’s place and she has a piano. To frank about it, that is why I want to get back to playing piano. Do you give lessons?” I’m thinking what a good looking woman she is. I’d give her lessons at no cost. “Sure Lois, I’d be very pleased to help you get back into it. The lessons will be at my place.” “What do you charge, Raymond?” “A large regular coffee and a plain cruller will be fine. When can you start?” “How about ten Saturday morning?” “Oh that’s fine, I’m at 1059 Camelot Road. “Okay then see you at ten.” I am pleased, what a hot looking woman, nice head of hair, great ass and hips, nothing wrong with her boobs either. She dresses very nice, patent black dress heels, floral skirt with a white ruffled v-neck blouse, and a string of glass beads. No, I won’t charge her anything and those gold square bifocals with the half-moons, redolent of the seventies, yeah those look nice on her. Lois will be at my place Saturday morning, I needed to get the place ship shape. I ran the Hoover around, did some dusting, cleaned the kitchen table and counters, and sprayed some room freshener. On Saturday morning I dug up some good piano lesson books. Lois arrived five minutes early with a note book and pencil, yup, she was serious. “Let’s sit at the table as we drink our coffee and and Escort side tell me what you know about piano.” Lois knows a lot more than the average beginner, probably wants to make sure she is remembering things right. We went over the one; four; five and five seven chords as well as the keys and did some of Hanon’s finger techniques then she asked where the lady’s room was and I told her the way. I was doing ‘Green Sleeves’ when she came back and she admired how nicely I played it. She looked at the kitchen clock and assumed the lesson was over as the clock read eleven. “Well, I guess the lesson is over now?” “Lois, the lesson’s over when you decide.” “Really?” “Yes really, if you want to do more, tell me what you’d like to work on. If you want, I’ll spend the day with you.” “All this for just a coffee and a muffin?” “Well Lois, I see you really want to get back into playing and since I love piano, I know how great it is to sit down and start playing some beautiful music. I want to help you as much as possible to play the music you want.” We worked another hour and a half on Hanon and keys. Lois was doing a great job and she will be a great pianist. ~~~~~A Few Months Later~~~~~ She arrived five minutes early as usual, with a cinnamon swirl coffee cake. As usual we talk about the way her practice went during the week and what she wanted to work on today. When we’re at the piano she takes from her purse a pair of black half-square glasses with a black beaded neck chain. “Reading glasses, Lois?” I asked with interest, I mean she’s wearing bifocals. “You seem surprised.” “Sort of, I mean you wear bifocals, with the half-moons even.” “I have to get another pair if someone can see the half-moons, maybe the ‘no line’ style,” she said while giggling. “Lois, don’t get rid of the half-moons, there is something rather romantic about them.” She turned her head to me and asked, “Romantic?” “Yes, I don’t know why but they make you look so serious, mature, that you could deal with just about anything and still come manavgat escort up trumps.” Lois looked at me with real interest, she has to be wondering why I see something romantic about her half-moons. We are working on chords and she excuses herself to hit the lady’s room. Her gold square glasses are sitting on the piano and yes, I try them on and get rid of a few smudges as well. They are where she left them when she came back. Lois had enough lessons for today and that was fine. Two and a half hours is a long lesson for anyone and it shows me that she is putting in a hundred and ten per cent of effort. ~~~~~Later~~~~~ I woke up one dreary rainy day, a Wednesday it was. My heart was as dreary as the weather. I dreamed about my wife who passed away spring, five years ago. To have her close to me, I dressed in her clothes at times while I did some light housework as she used to do, remembering things we did together. I thought it would pull me out of a black funk. I know someone came to the door but I have no idea, then I figured it was someone dropping off a phone book. When I went out later, there was no phone book to be found. I forgot all about it till Saturday. Up to now Lois was always happy to come in for her lesson, today she seemed quite sad. “Lois, what’s the matter? are you ill?” She said she wasn’t. “Well you don’t have to be here today if you don’t want to. Did something happen since last week?” “No,” Sshe said nodding her head. It was a simple word yet the way it was said told me Lois was feeling a lot of sadness. Then it hit me, I bet Lois dropped by the other day. “I guess Lois, that over the last three months or so, you got to like me as much as I like you.” “Yes Raymond, I have had warm feelings for you and then Wednesday I began to wonder why I didn’t consider you might have a friend already.” “So you saw a woman here, right? Wearing a skirt and blouse, white wig, pumps?” “Yes Raymond, who is she, a sister, a lady friend?” As much as I miss my wife, I felt like a horse’s ass for dressing alanya escort bayan up in her clothes where I could be seen. Crap. I really like Lois and she might not want to take lessons from a man who dresses like a woman for any reason. ‘This was the acid test,’ spilling my guts and hoped she does not walk out of my life. The lady you saw was me, Lois. My wife passed away five years ago and sometimes to get rid of my sadness I dress in her clothes, just my way of dealing with a deep grief. The look on her face changed as abruptly as one turning on a lamp. “Well Raymond, everyone deals with grief in their own way, it’s what works that matters. I am sorry you lost your wife, you come across as having been a caring husband.” “Well yeah, I mean it’s the whole idea of marriage, to love and care. So anyways, I am the woman you saw and no I am not seeing anyone. “I feel so much better, Raymond. I was really thinking we could start seeing each other. “Lois, I would love seeing you, since I saw you that day when you came over to me and told me how much you admire my playing. I have been happier than I have for quite a while. How about joining me for dinner over at the Olive Garden?” “I love the Olive Garden, being Italian.” “Yeah that chicken over spags with Alfredo sauce is all right.” “So Ray, how about us working on that Chopin etude opus ten, number three?” “You feel ready for that?” “I’m ready to take a go at it.” Lois did a great job with that piece, I’m so impressed. We met later that day over at the Garden and I see how she keeps her sexy figure, a salad and a bowl of pasta fahjool also known as macaroni and beans. “So Raymond, you really like the looks of me wearing my black half-square glasses and beaded neck chain?” “Why do you ask that?” I asked Lois with a pleasant smile. “I see the way you pull back on the bench so you can peer through them.” “True enough Lois, I can’t say why but the looks of you in granny glasses is quite fetching.” Lois was wearing a purple skirt with a white blouse and low kitten heels in glossy black along with a glass beaded necklace, in short looking quite hot. “So what would you like to do after?” “Come to my house and watch a movie?” “That sounds good Lois, I’d love to.” So we went to her place and saw a movie, ‘A Song to Remember’ about Chopin and his woman Aurora Dudevant.

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It was a blind date, a type of date he’d sworn he would never go on. In Tom’s tough guy days, when he was in college and was dating classmates, his attitude to this would have been, “I’ll never be that desperate.” His inexperience with life never taught him that existence isn’t set by any means, not by a long shot. And what you think will be is often taxed with a heavy dose of irony, commonly referred to as reality. Here he sat now, distant from his fighting weight and drinking to occupy his time for what was sure to be a depressing showdown, set up by one of his married friends. Looking at the menu then glancing back at his watch he became annoyed that this mystery girl was now running late; how pathetic had life become? His biological pessimism struck when he told himself, I was stood the fuck up! As he rubbed his forehead with the back of his thumb, the knuckle digging deep, he got up. He was about to leave when he heard a sultry voice from behind him say, “Excuse me.” Turning around and seeing that the sexy voice matched the face he almost forgot to nod. “Um, yeah, hello. You must be Celeste?” He rose to meet this attractive, petite woman and shook her slender hand as she observed him, somewhat amused. Her face was heart shaped with features sharp and dark from tanning. Her nose small, and turned up a little, gave her a young appearance. She reminded him of a sexy girl next door type, but it was her eyes that pulled people in: Dark blue, piercing and almond shaped, that lock of straight black hair falling over her left eye, just barely hiding it, gave off a very sensual look that Tom desired. “Well, good to meet you, Tom. You’ve been waiting long?” She pointed to the three empty whisky glasses on his table. Tom laughed a little too hard at that and, embarrassed, pulled out her seat while she sat, crossing her toned legs. Her dress was carmine red alsancak escort and tight, crossing itself at the center of her chest while showing off her great cleavage; in fact Tom had a hard time not staring at the way the light in the dim restaurant glowed over the valley of her dark breasts. “Can we order quickly?” she asked, staring down at the Leather clad menu. “I’m starving and I just need something in me.” Tom took a gulp of his whiskey – served neat – while almost laughing like a stupid kid at Celeste’s comment. When the waitress arrived he ordered his drink, then pointing to Celeste the waitress took her order. He’d learned something in college; never order a woman’s drink unless she lets you. The waitress took their menu orders and told them it would be about fifteen minutes. “Sounds good; this will also be on one bill.” The waitress nodded, leaving the two alone. “Do you like French food, Celeste? I haven’t been here for a while, but I remember it being great and it still looks kinda the same.” He clenched his teeth as soon as the words left him, annoyed at his tedious rambling. She just shrugged her slender shoulders, “I guess, but Tom, a better question would be are they real?” She grinned, revealing some very nice, white teeth behind mischievous lips, and then, looking away from his blank face she took a sip of the gin and tonic she’d ordered, pressing her dark lips against the straw. Tom thought he might have misheard her, and then, clearing his voice, asked what she meant exactly. “So, this is the angle you’re going for?” She took another sip, her profound blue eyes meeting his. “Order me another, and I’ll fill you in.” When they got their drinks he watched Celeste smile innocently at the waitress, while tucking a piece of raven black hair behind her ear. Sitting there he wondered whether to proceed alsancak escort bayan with his question, which now seemed too interesting not to. He crossed his fingers in front of him, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong or…” before being able to finish he felt her toes curled around and searching for his cock, which quickly grew into a solid mass. She finished her drink, chewing on some of the ice left in the glass, while stretching out with her toes and then using them to clutch at his erection and balls. Everything went silent for Tom as she twirled her big toe just under his sack, and all he could hear was his own excited breathing. Searching over her shoulder, a smirk cut across her sun kissed face. She opened her mouth, pressing her lips and watched his eyes and face as they grew heavy with his arousal, and then it hit him. She spit in his face, reaching all the way across the table. He felt her saliva, warm and dense, connect just under his eye. He perked up and looked around the restaurant in shock. “What the fuck,” he said in a hushed voice. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you–” “Cunt?” She queried, finishing his sentence. She stopped playing with his cock, and slipped on her black and silver heel. Tom wiped away the spit with his hand, but before smearing it on a napkin she told him in a calm tone, “Put that in your mouth. I want you to taste me, asshole.” She watched him like an eagle from its perch, reading him to see what his reaction would be. Tom’s breathing went from heavy and confused to heavy and intrigued as he took in her saliva. She tasted amazing. He had her smell, and liked it. She retrieved a steak knife to the right of her and tapped her teeth gently with it while leaning back in her chair. “You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” Tom pushed his hair back and finished his drink, letting escort alsancak the ice cool his lips. Putting the sweaty tumbler glass down, he saw that she was up, walking away. He watched her leave, licking the corners of his mouth, before she looked back at him. Her middle finger went up, meant for him, and she placed it in the center of her fucking, tight little ass. He could see her ass muscles ripple under that dress of hers, and each time a cheek went up and down it was calling to him. He stood up and followed her to wherever she was hopefully leading him as she sauntered down some stairs, turning the corner and cutting left. He could smell her sweet, thick scent on his finger as he rolled around the same corner just in time to see the women’s washroom door swing closed. He paused a moment, casting a look over his shoulder then pushed the door open again. She was pressed against the black and white tile of the room, her dress pulled up to her waist exposing muscled thighs and a thin, black lace thong. She held the dress with her right hand while two fingers were pushed deep inside her. He could hear the sploshing of her wet pussy with every thrust. He locked the door and approached, kissing her exposed neck, a slight vein pulsating just beside her throat. Her dark eyelids closed tight before fluttering open, “Fuck” she groaned biting the top of his ear. He reached through the opening of her dress and squeezed her right breast, fondling her hot skin while her nipples tensed between his rough fingers. He took off her dress with a few clumsy yanks, her straight hair a sexy tangle as she looked at him while biting her lower lip, the top of her head barely reaching his shoulders. He stepped back to admire this woman in only her high heels, and loved those tits, round and firm, and the way her nipples were pointed and willing as they searched the air. Leaning into her, he put his mouth around those nipples, nibbling slightly. “Harder,” she demanded, slapping him firmly across the face. “And use the tip of your tongue, you prick. Have you never done this shit before?” He probed her nipples with his tongue and his front teeth, tasting and pinching her hard.

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Hanging out in my new girlfriend’s bedroom, I noticed one of her old schedule books had a day circled on it. “All right John!” it said, the only entry for that day. I asked her about it, and without hesitation she told me about an affair she’d had with this guy John the previous year. Julie gave me lots of erotic details. She was good at telling stories, one of the reasons I wanted to date her, this was new though, a sexual story, and I loved the way she described the details. We fucked ourselves silly after she said things like,”I told him I wanted to suck his cock until he came,” it drove me wild hearing her say it with such passion; she was getting a thrill from telling me about it. She told me she was on her bare knees with her panties around her ankles, blowing a guy as he leaned back on his pickup truck, how she sucked his bare cock until he came, and what a thrill it was; she liked remembering how a bit of his cum ran down her chin and dripped on her sweater. Honestly, I’d never heard a woman talk like that before. I got her to tell me more stories about her old boyfriends. So much fun! I’d lick her pussy and fuck like crazy. Her descriptions Karşıyaka escort were so vivid, it was like watching. I told her I thought I’d like to watch her having sex with some other guy, or maybe I told her I’d dreamed about a threesome. She said she might like that. I teased her during sex that I was going to call this John guy up and tell him he ought to call her, and that it would turn me on if she fucked the guy again. Hearing these ideas she got really excited; she’d pant and moan and cum like wildfire. One day I finally did call John at his office and told him Julie would like to hear from him. Right away he was very interested and asked for her number; I gave him her new work phone number, knowing he would call her. After connecting her old lover to my girlfriend, I walked around all turned on, wondering what I had unleashed. I kind of felt like I’d thrown my new girlfriend to the wolves, so to speak. A few minutes later Julie called from work with an angry and startled question. “What did you tell John?” When I told her I had just suggested she’d like to hear from him, she said “Okay,” and bornova escort bayan hung up. A while later she called from work. “I’ll be home late. My boss has some extra work for me.” I was very turned on after hearing this. I swallowed hard and panted around a lot, trying not to stroke myself too much. Was she really going to be at work, or was she going to see John? Julie got home late. I remember because it was during the Major League Baseball all-star game that year. She rushed around, took a shower and got in some tight blue jeans and sexy cowboy boots. Wow! I followed her around ignoring the baseball game. She told me John had called her back after she called me, and suggested they have lunch together. She said “Let’s make it dinner,” and tonight was the night! I still remember the far away look in her eye and her smiling while she put in earrings and briefed me on her plans with John. She was going out with him, intent on putting his cock in her mouth. It meant a thrilling night ahead for my girlfriend, but I was at least as excited as she was. I dropped her off to meet him at a restaurant, but as Escort üçyol a summer shower had started he was waiting on his bike in a car wash next to it. She ran up to him standing by his BMW in a dark stall. As soon as she walked up to him, he put his hard cock in her hands. They rubbed and stroked and kissed each other there until the rain quit. They also kept getting interrupted by our neighborhood watch, so they headed for a more secluded spot, but the rain started again so they stopped under one of those freeway viaducts. John got off his bike, leaned against a wall and Julie knew what he wanted. She dropped to her knees started blowing him right then. I liked that she thought of me as she felt the gravel grind into her denim covered knee caps. She told me she loved tasting his Mexican-American cock again – it had been so long – and she caressed his thickly veined shaft with her slippery lips and wettest tongue. Julie gave me a “replay” of all that had happened; he’d dropped her off at our place. We hugged and kissed and jumped in bed. She told me this stuff in the dark and it drove me wild! I kissed her and we fucked during the telling. Her mouth tasted like latex and I found out later that, after she blew him for a while, they ran to the other side of the freeway; then pulled her pants off, laid her down on his leather jacket, and fucked her wearing a condom. The latex I’d tasted was from the times he would cock out and put it in her mouth.

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The heels of Lauren’s sandals clicked against the ceramic tiles surrounding the swimming pool. I found myself gazing at her scantily clad body. Her dancer-like physique stirred up an erection that I had to conceal. Lauren and her husband, Rob, had taken the short drive to our house. I must admit, I always found Lauren to be very attractive. It was an innocent crush. However, she oozed of sex appeal on this day. I always admired the way she filled out a bikini, with her five-foot-seven frame. Her breast appeared to be about a C-cup. She had flawless skin and brunette hair. Her olive skin glowed softly, like deep golden silk. Her hazel eyes would captivate most men she encountered. Lauren walked over in my direction. Our eyes met. She appeared to be in a panic. We found ourselves in awkward silence on this Friday morning in July. Almost a minute went by and it became apparent that she was searching for something. “Have you seen my sunblock?” she asked. “Nope. You must have left it at home. You can use mine,” I said, playfully pulling it away from her every time she attempted to grasp it. “We’re acting like kids,” she said, unable to control her laughter. “I still can’t believe we all took a sick-day ,” I replied. My wife, Jessica and Lauren’s husband, Rob returned from the kitchen. Jessica has a similar physique to Lauren. However, there’s a difference in height, as she’s five-foot-four (three inches shorter). She was also scantily clad, in her bikini. Her blonde hair blew in the wind. I caught Rob checking her out a few times that morning. Her B-cup breast and toned legs were on display. We were both guilty of gazing. Jessica made her famous pancakes. We wasted little time putting them away. The morning went on and we all sat on the lawn chairs, soaking up the sun. I broke out of my gaze when Rob stood up and suggested we should all take a dip in the pool. “Later,” was the unanimous reply. “Fine, I’ll go alone,” he said. Before I go further into the story, it is important that you understand our clique. We all met in Biology class, first year of college. I gravitated towards Jessica, and Rob found love with Lauren. Over the years we developed a close bond. From cook-outs, to sleepovers, we did a lot together. Jessica and I got married right after college. Rob and Lauren followed a year later. Within a year of their marriage, Rob and Lauren moved into a home two blocks away from ours. Rob and Jessica are accountants. In fact, Jessica works at a rival accounting firm, right across the street from Rob’s firm. I am a pharmacist and Lauren is a real estate agent. We consider all of our jobs to be stressful. Neither of us had taken a break in over a year, so the decision to take a sick-day came easy for all of us. We were having one of our usual chats when Rob went off track. He blabbed for almost five minutes, arguing that we never stepped out of our comfort zones. Escort izmir Rob kept a mental tally of all the all the “boring” activities we had done that past year, recalling them one after the other. He moved closer to Lauren. “Come on! We are in our early thirties, let’s live a little,” he said, attempting to light a spark in us. “Honey, are you trying to tell me something?” Lauren teased. “We’re becoming that boring, old foursome that never does shit,” he continued to rant. The sky opened up and rain suddenly poured down. We all ran through the back door, seeking shelter. Jessica joked that Rob’s rant was the cause of the inclement weather. Sitting on the kitchen counter, I reached out one hand and rubbed the nylon of Jessica’s bikini bottoms. I opened my legs and she stepped into the gap, settling her hands on my shoulders. My hands closed over her hips, pulling her even closer. “What are you doing, James?” she managed to mutter before our lips met. We exchanged a steamy kiss before she pulled away. “Not in front of company, James. Behave!” She blushed. “You wish!” Lauren purred, playfully slapping Rob as he attempted to follow in my footsteps. Hours went by and we ended up on the living room couch. We were in the middle our second movie (The Ice Storm) when a steamy love scene came on. Jessica and I had an active sex life, and I assume the same was for Rob and Lauren. In fact, I once overheard Lauren bragging to Jessica about Rob having his way with her one evening in the parking lot outside of her workplace. Over the years we had watched many movies together where awkward love scenes would come up. However, this was different. The ice storm had a key party scene. Everyone notably became uncomfortable. At a key party, couples would go there with the intention of swapping partners. They would all put their keys into a bowl, and a spouse would go up, one by one and select a key from the bowl. That spouse would leave to have a night of steamy sex with the owner of the set of keys that they pulled from the bowl. We sat in silence, exchanging looks at each other. “How come we never tried this shit?” Rob blurted out, appearing to be a bit tipsy after what seemed like his thousandth glass of wine. “What do you mean, honey?” Lauren replied, slurring her words. Time stood still. I remember trying to think of a way to pull my buddy out of the ditch he had dug himself into. Before I could even think of something clever to say, our wives began laughing. Jessica got up and walked over to the kitchen, with Lauren following quickly behind her. “Maybe we all had too much to drink,” I faintly heard Jessica say to Lauren in the kitchen. The wives returned from the kitchen a few minutes later. They appeared to be in a very playful mood. The wine was doing wonders for them. Rob and I watched on as they invaded each other’s personal space. “Is izmir escort bayan this what you want, boys?” Lauren teased. She softly kissed Jessica on her lips, before quickly pulling away. “There you go, boys! That’s all you’re going to get,” Jessica purred. “We would expect that much from you! You two are like church girls,” Rob teased, attempting to use a bit of reverse psychology on them. “Well, that was our first girl-on-girl kiss,” Jessica said. “Speak for yourself,” Lauren replied, looking as if her wine consumption had caused that to escape. “Excuse me!” replied Jessica, playfully slapping Lauren on her butt. “Where and when did this happen?” Jessica curiously asked. “She’s telling the truth,” Rob interrupted. “She confessed this to me, the night before our wedding. It happened in first year in college, before she knew any of us. There was tongue involved and everything,” he continued to blab. Lauren smiled with her head down. I immediately became erect. I had always seen Lauren as one who was adventurous, but I never suspected this. Over the years, we had taken many trips together. We even shared hotel rooms on a few occasions. There was never any hanky panky involved. However, there was one occasion when our wives tried on lingerie for us. I remember Lauren asking me my opinion of how her butt looked in it. It was really awkward, with Rob sitting right there. Time stood still and we all stared at each other. The movie had clearly and surprisingly rattled us. One would imagine that years of being friends, and sharing various experiences would have prepared us for this. You could feel the mischief in the air. Everyone suddenly ditched the eye contact. Curiosity was in the air. Did we have hidden desires to fool around with each other? “I’m not going to let you off the hook that quickly, Lauren. Well, how was it?” asked Jessica. “How was what?” Lauren pretended to be dumb. “The kiss, silly,” Jessica teased. “It’s not easy to explain. Kissing another woman is definitely different than kissing Rob or James,” Lauren stated. “How so?” asked a curious Jessica. “Well, the touch of a woman is much softer,” replied Lauren “Did you like it?” Jessica asked. She sounded even more curious this time. “It was awesome! You could find out right now, if you’d like to,” Lauren boldly replied. Things appeared to be getting out of hand. ‘Jessica is not going to do this,’ I thought to myself. Even though we had an active sex life, the most out of the box thing Jessica and I ever did was watch a porno together. My cock was now at its full eight inches. I wanted to stop things there, but a part of me was curious to see how far things would go. My heart was drumming. “I’m very tempted to, Lauren, but I don’t know how James would feel about this,” said Jessica, as she looked over in my direction. “It’s an innocent kiss, right?” I quickly izmir escort replied, giving the okay. Lauren slowly walked over to Jessica and backed her up to the living room wall. She took her time with her, touching, caressing and fondling. The pleasure was too much to bear and their lips met. “Be gentle,” Jessica teased. Lauren gave Jessica a soft peck on the lips, and then another, followed by another. She continued this for a few seconds until Jessica finally let her barriers down. I watched as my wife’s lips parted, allowing Lauren’s tongue to meet hers. The kiss became more passionate. Their hands explored each other. I glanced over at Rob. His gaze was intense. We watched on, as our wives had completely forgotten we were there. Moans escaped and saliva was exchanged. I was not prepared for what happened next. Lauren’s hands loosened the strings of Jessica’s skimpy bikini. I watched as my wife’s bikini bottoms fell like a rag to the floor. Lauren’s hands were now exploring Jessica’s vulva. Moans escaped from Jessica as Lauren turned up the heat, rubbing her fingers over Jessica’s clit. I heard my wife let out even louder moans as Lauren stuck a finger inside her. Lauren had her pinned against the wall, simultaneously sucking her tits and fingering her. “Stop, that’s enough,” Jessica managed to mutter, slowly walking away with her legs buckling. Lauren’s fingers were glistening with my wife’s juices. I watched on in awe as she sucked and swallowed the juices off her fingers. A look of guilt came over both of their faces when they finally came back to the reality that we were watching. “I would ask if you liked it, but that is quite clear,” Rob teased. “Where is our fun?” he continued to tease. “You guys couldn’t handle it,“ Jessica quipped. “Why not? I would love to fuck you in your marital bed,” Rob replied in a drunken laughter, knowing he had clearly crossed the line with his comments to Jessica. “Oh fuck, buddy, I wouldn’t mind pumping Lauren’s pussy in your marital bed either,” I barked, surprising myself. “Excuse me?!” Lauren and Jessica simultaneously interrupted. “One thing is certain now, buddy. Your wife loves pussy,” I jokingly continued, blowing a kiss at Lauren.Rob walked over to where Jessica stood and picked her bikini bottoms off the ground. He looked over at me in a disrespectful manner and sniffed it like a dog. “Hmmm, this pussy smells delicious. By the looks of things, brother, your wife loves pussy too,” he said, fighting off Jessica as she attempted to get her bikini bottoms back. “I bet Lauren’s pussy is like honey,” I snapped back. “Sorry, James. No need for that though. I got carried away,” he suddenly begged for forgiveness. “I think we crossed the line way before that,” said Lauren in an embarrassed tone. “We’re all consenting adults,” replied Jessica, as she attempted to put everyone at ease. “Yea, but clearly our friendship has taken a turn. Can we trust ourselves to be alone?” asked Lauren. The sexual tension was overwhelming. Curiosity had opened a door to a world we knew nothing of. There was no turning back from what we had just experienced. Jessica went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

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As we become increasingly certain that we have finally discovered the truth, we tend to forget that there is still, almost always an alternate explanation. Jason Mathews, Attorney at law It was 7:30 on a blustery night in late October. The sun had gone down over an hour earlier. A light drizzle and the bitter bite of the frigid north wind made it a miserable time to be outside. Sadly I had no choice. I was waiting for my wife. I stood huddled in the doorway of Smithson’s Jewelry Store making a futile attempt to stay warm by pulling the collar of my coat up over my ears and blowing on my hands. It was a Thursday night. The store had closed at six. The sidewalk in front of me was deserted and dark. The only illumination came from the street light on the corner and the lights surrounding the main entrance to The Whetmore Building directly across the street. The firm of Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds occupied the entire fifty-second floor of the fifty-four story Whetmore Building. My wife, Kelly Mason worked for Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds. JTandR as it was commonly known to it’s employees was an elite investment firm. Kelly was an administrative assistant to Martin Jackson, the senior partner and Chief Executive Officer of JTandR. Martin Jackson was an extremely wealthy man. He was also one of the city’s most influential power brokers. My name is Timothy Jamieson. Everyone who knows me calls me Timmy. I guess you could say I was a writer of sorts. I worked for one of those local advertising newspapers. You know what I’m talking about, they’re those skinny little publications that get stuffed into your front door a couple of times each month. The one I worked for was called The Southwest Crier. I edited advertising copy. The job didn’t pay very much, but the hours were good. I also got a lot of extra time to work on my novel. Oh yes, I was one of those guys who had a dream. I still have it. Someday I’m going to write a best seller, or at the very least a book that gets published. My wife earns a lot more money than I do. Actually the disparity in our incomes makes mine nearly inconsequential. The Crier pays me just over two thousand dollars a month. During her first year at JTandR Kelly earned nearly a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. This was her second year. She was now on track to make almost double that. Kelly’s rise in the firm has been meteoric. JTandR hired her right out of college. She started as an assistant to one of the corporate analysts. Apparently she made an immediate impression, because four months later she was working as an assistant to the three partners and the following December she was made a special assistant to Martin Jackson. As I already mentioned, he’s the head honcho. My wife is a gorgeous 5’4″ fireball with naturally blond hair. There’s an athletic club located on the third floor of the Whetmore Building. JTandR provides a membership for Kelly as part of her compensation. She makes daily use of the exercise machines. Those regular workouts help my wife maintain a trim athletic figure that draws admiring glances from every healthy adult male she encounters. Of course those glances may also have something to do with Kelly’s most notable attribute. Maybe it would be more accurate to say attributes. My wife is well endowed. I mean spectacularly well endowed. We’re talking about a pair of double D’s on a five foot four inch, one hundred and fifteen pound frame. Kelly laughingly refers to her breasts as both her gift and her curse. While she freely admits that since the age of fifteen her bosom has garnered her privileges, male attention and special treatment that other girls didn’t get, she’s also quick to point out that her huge breasts and blond hair have made it very difficult to get people to accept her as anything other than a mindless bimbo. I suppose that was one of the reasons that Kelly was attracted to me. Ironically, I’m not a breast man. I happen to be an avowed butt man. Now my wife does have a very cute little bottom, but it’s no where near as spectacular as her bust. Actually I was originally attracted to Kelly’s brain. We met as Sophomores at Kelroy College. We were enrolled in the same creative writing class. My wife loves to write poetry and she’s very good at it. About three weeks into the semester she was asked to read one of her poems to the class. The poem she chose described a little girl’s feelings as she chased a butterfly through a rose garden on a sunny summer afternoon. It took my breath away. After class I waited in the hallway for Kelly. I really don’t know where I found the courage to do it. I was a pathetically shy, slightly effeminate, scrawny little wimp. Kelly was gorgeous and very popular. Kelroy was a small private college. Everyone knew everything about everybody. I was well aware of the fact that Kelly only dated handsome fraternity guys and muscular football players. She was way out of my league. When she stepped out of the classroom I walked up to her and just barely managed to stammer out the words, “Kelly I thought your poem was one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I’ve ever heard.” I’ll never forget her response. My future wife stared at me for a moment and then she started to smile. “Really? Do you mean that?” Encouraged by Kelly’s smile, my confidence grew. I smiled back and said, “Yes I do mean that. When you were reading it I actually felt like I was in the garden with the little girl.” “I have lots of poems. I write them all the time. Would you like to hear some more?” I nodded. “Yes, I’d like that very much.” “Are you doing anything right now?” I shook my head. “No, but…” I was starting to get scared. Kelly noticed my distress. In the softest most gentle voice I’ve ever heard she said, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise I won’t hurt you.” She took my hand. “Come on, let’s go to my dorm room. I’ll make us some hot chocolate. I’ll read some of my poems to you and then maybe you could read something you’ve written.” We became immediate friends and it wasn’t long before we were best friends. We wrote poetry together, studied together, read novels together, watched movies together and listened to music together. Two weeks after that first meeting we were nearly inseparable. The only thing we didn’t do was date. Kelly continued her habit of exclusively going out with handsome fraternity guys and muscular football players. To make matters worse she had a reputation for being easy. The campus rumor mongers all called her the Karşıyaka escort bayan blow job queen of Kelroy College. On Friday and Saturday nights I not only had to sit at home alone, I had to do it knowing that there was a high probability that the girl I was madly in love with was getting fucked by another guy. I never complained, but one afternoon I did gather enough courage to ask Kelly about it. I’ll never forget that day. We were studying in her dorm room. I’d already fallen desperately in love with her and I had to know if the rumors were true. I set my book down and nervously watched Kelly. She was engrossed in her own book and didn’t notice me. I made a little noise. She looked up. When she saw me staring at her she asked, “What is it?” “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure Timmy, you’re my best friend. You can ask me anything.” “It’s very personal.” Sighing, Kelly set her book down. “I suppose you want to know about the rumors?” “Yes, but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Kelly shook her head. “No, I meant it when I said that you could ask me anything.” She took a deep breath and then she quietly whispered. “I’m sorry Timmy, but they’re all true. I love sex and I especially love sucking cocks. I probably am the blow job queen of Kelroy College.” I stared at the floor. Kelly’s frank admission had stunned me. I didn’t know how to respond. Reaching over, Kelly took my hand and said, “Timmy, I’m sorry if I shocked you, but you’re my best friend. I think I’m falling in love with you. I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t ever want to lie to you. Do you hate me now?” Looking at Kelly, I shook my head and answered, “I’m falling in love with you too. I could never hate you.” She kissed my cheek and then she pushed me down on the bed. Once I was lying on my back she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my tiny cock. I’d seen enough other guys in locker rooms after gym classes to know that I had a small penis. I looked at her with an embarrassed expression and said, “I’m sorry, it’s not very big.” Kelly smiled at me. “I get to play with plenty of big cocks. This one is yours and because it’s yours it will always be my favorite.” She leaned over, kissed the tiny head of my erect penis and then she put it in her mouth and started sucking it. Kelly had caught me completely off guard. Even in my wildest dreams I’d never imagined that something as wonderful as this might happen. I came immediately. I tried to warn Kelly, but there really wasn’t much time. As it turned out, it didn’t actually matter. Even after she realized I was ejaculating Kelly kept my cock in her mouth and greedily sucked up all of my semen. As soon as I was finished ejaculating Kelly looked up at me and smiled. “It’s okay Timmy, you can always cum in my mouth. I love the taste of a guys semen.” She sat up and pulled her sweatshirt over her head exposing her huge breasts. Tossing the shirt onto her dresser, she asked, “Timmy, do you like my big boobs? Lots of guys on this campus would give anything to be able to touch them and now you get to play with them anytime you want. All you have to do is ask.” I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t speak. Kelly laughed. “You’re absolutely speechless aren’t you baby?” I nodded. Kelly unfastened her jeans, pulled them down to her ankles and kicked them off. All she was wearing was a tiny pale blue thong. I took a deep breath and whispered, “You’re beautiful.” “There isn’t another boy in the entire world that I would rather have looking at me.” Kelly lay back on her bed, hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties, pulled them down to her ankles, pushed them off with her feet and lasciviously spread her legs. She was shaved. I stared at her cunt. I couldn’t help myself. I’d looked at lots of pictures of naked women in magazines and on the Internet, but this was the first time I’d ever seen a naked pussy in real life. Noticing my fascination, Kelly laughed, “This is the first time you’ve ever seen a girls cunt, isn’t it Timmy?” My mouth dropped open in shock. Kelly was my goddess. I’d never imagined that she could use such a coarse word. Chuckling at my dumbfounded expression, Kelly said, “You’d better get used to that Timmy, I love to talk dirty when I’m making it with a guy.” I was completely befuddled. I didn’t move. Actually I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move. I just sat on the foot of the bed and continued staring at Kelly’s naked sex. She started laughing. “You could spend the rest of the evening looking at my pussy, but I was sort of hoping you might want to try licking it.” I gasped when I heard her suggestion. Kelly misunderstood the gasp and frowned. “Don’t you want to lick my cunt? Don’t worry, it’s not dirty or nasty, it’s fun.” She smiled at me. “I did something for you, now I think it’s only fair if you to do something for me.” I had to pull myself together. Kelly was getting the wrong idea. I not only wanted to lick her pussy, doing it was my ultimate fantasy. Quickly shaking my head, I said, “No, I want to do it. I want to do it more than anything in the entire world.” She giggled. “That’s a lot. Well what are you waiting for big boy? Go for it.” I positioned myself between Kelly’s parted thighs, took a deep breath and tentatively kissed the lips of her already moist sex. “Oh yes Timmy, that’s right. Just kiss me for a minute. That feels so good.” Kelly’s response gave me confidence. I kissed her again, only this time I was more aggressive. Kelly quivered. I closed my eyes and kissed her even harder. Now it was her turn to gasp. I felt her moisture on my lips. I knew that girls got wet when they were excited, but this was the first time I’d ever felt that moisture. “Timmy use your tongue, give my pussy a French kiss.” I pushed my tongue into Kelly and for the first time in my life tasted a woman’s sex. My entire body tingled with excitement. “Lick me Timmy. Lick my pussy like it’s a big lollipop.” She giggled. “That’s what I always do when I start sucking a cock.” A willing, eager student, I did exactly what I was told to do. As soon as I started licking her, Kelly responded by tittering with delight. I quickly realized that I got a thrill from giving pleasure to this beautiful woman. I began to experiment. Kelly held her breath when I licked her with long slow strokes and she started giggling again when I licked her quickly. I decided to try teasing Kelly. I placed my tongue at the base of her pussy and began a Escort bornova tortuously slow climb through her cleft to the peak of her cunt. When she realized what I was doing Kelly started giggling and said, “Timmy that’s cruel.” I looked up at her. “Do you want me to stop?” She burst out laughing. “Absolutely not!” I pushed my tongue back into her sopping pussy and continued my climb. When I reached the top I found her engorged clitoris. I’d read enough erotic stories on the Internet to know exactly what it was. I kissed it. Kelly shrieked. I got scared and pulled back. She sat up. “No baby, don’t stop. That was wonderful. Please kiss me there again.” As I said earlier, I’m an excellent student. I dutifully follow directions. I kissed Kelly again only this time I used my tongue when I kissed her. She shrieked again, but this time I didn’t stop. This time, while I kissed her I also flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Kelly started laughing hysterically. I kept flicking her clit with my tongue. She went wild and responded by grinding her hips against my face. Suddenly, without any explanation or warning, Kelly stopped laughing and grinding her hips. I felt all the muscles in her body tighten. She took a deep breath. For a moment she lay perfectly still and then, after taking another deep breath she shrieked. Disconcerted, I pulled back. Kelly’s entire body shook and she started laughing again. Quickly realizing that she was having an orgasm I relaxed and watched her. Several seconds passed. Gradually her body stopped shaking and her laughter turned into low cries. The cries became soft whimpers. Several more seconds passed and then she was quiet. Kelly lay perfectly still for almost a minute. Finally she sat up and smiled at me. “Timmy you just gave me an orgasm. Very few guys are capable of doing that. Sweetheart, you just became my favorite lover.” I knew that her words were meant as a compliment, a wonderful compliment, but there was also subtle message in those words. It was a message that made me feel sad. When Kelly told me that I’d just become her favorite lover she’d also implied that I wouldn’t be her only lover. I couldn’t help myself. I bit my lower lip and stared sadly at the floor. Kelly studied me. After a moment she asked, “Timmy, what’s wrong? We just had wonderful sex.” I looked at her and quietly said, “If I’m your favorite lover, it also means that I won’t be your only lover.” Kelly thought about that for a second and then she sighed. “Timmy you’re my best friend and I think I might be falling in love with you. Baby I promise you that you’re the only guy who has my heart, but Timmy honey, I’m afraid you’re going to have to share my body. At least for now.” She smiled at me. “Sweetheart, I love sex. At this point in my life it’s a huge adventure for me.” Holding up her large breasts, she giggled and said, “You have to admit that I’m built for fucking.” She picked up my hand and held it to her breast. “Baby, before I finally settle down I want to experience as many different men as I possibly can.” Kelly leaned over and kissed my cheek. “But I do promise you that you’ll always be my number one man. Can you live with that?” I considered what Kelly had just told me. After a moment I smiled and said, “Yes, I think I can.” Kelly sighed with relief. “Timmy, thank you for being so understanding.” She kissed me lightly on the lips. It was a tender kiss, not hot and passionate, but filled with love. She reached down and wrapped her fingers round my penis. It was sticking straight up. Giggling, Kelly said, “It looks like somebody is ready for round two. How would you like to eat me again and after I cum maybe you’d like to try fucking me.” I stared at her. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. She grinned at me. “If you’re going to be my number one lover you’re going to have to fuck me once in a while.” “Is it safe? I don’t have any condoms. I don’t want to get you pregnant.” Kelly shook her head. “Timmy you might just be the nicest boy in the entire world. Yes, it is safe. I’m on the pill, but thank you for asking. Most guys aren’t so considerate. It should also be safe for diseases. You’re a virgin so I’m not worried about you and I always make the guys I date wear condoms.” She poked me in the stomach. “You’re the only guy who gets to fuck me bareback.” She giggled again. “But you’d better not let me catch you fooling around with any other girls.” “You don’t have to worry about that. I won’t ever play around with other girls. I promise.” Kelly stared at me.”Timmy that’s silly. I was just teasing you. You don’t have to make that promise to me. Especially after I just got done telling you I’m going to keep dating other guys.” I shrugged. “It’s not exactly like there’s a crowd of girls lining up to go out with me.” Kelly laughed. “When the other girls on my floor find out that the scream they heard a little while ago was me having an orgasm because you were eating my pussy, you might just find yourself overwhelmed with invitations.” Suddenly a little thrill rippled through me. At the time I didn’t know why the idea excited me so much, I just knew that it did. Later I figured out that it was the first of my submissive cuckold fantasies coming to the surface. I kissed Kelly on the cheek and said, “I give you permission to freely date as many guys as you want, but I promise that I’ll always remain completely faithful to you.” Kelly stared at me. “Timmy are you being serious? Do you really want to make that promise?” I nodded. She took a deep breath. “Baby that is so hot.” Kelly smiled at me and then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. “Eat me Timmy. Give me pleasure, make me cum.” I buried my face between Kelly’s thighs. At that moment I longed to give this wonderful woman all the pleasure she desired. I brought Kelly to two more orgasms with my tongue. After she recovered from her second orgasm she lay back on the bed, spread her legs and wiggled her finger at me. “Come on studman, it’s time.” Wildly excited, I climbed on top of Kelly, pushed my tiny erection into her sopping pussy and started pumping away like a madman. Kelly giggled. “Timmy honey, you have to put it in me before you start doing that.” I stopped moving and looked at her. “I am inside you.” Suddenly I realized the implications of her comment. Humiliated, I rolled off of her and buried my face in my hands. Kelly sat up, put her arm around my shoulder and whispered to me. “Timmy üçyol escort I’m sorry, I didn’t…” She stopped. I think she realized that there was nothing she could say that would make the situation better. Instead she just held me. After several minutes she whispered into my ear, “Timmy you’re still my favorite lover and your cock is still my favorite cock.” I laughed. It was a sarcastic laugh. “Oh yeah? You can’t even feel it when I’m making love to you.” “No Timmy, you’re wrong. When you’re making love to me I do feel it.” She sighed. “Yes, it is true. You have a tiny penis and maybe it doesn’t feel as good as it does when a guy with a big cock is fucking me.” She stared into my eyes. “Timmy those guys are just fucking me. They pump their big cocks in and out of my cunt until they shoot their load and then I go home. Sure it feels good. No, actually it feels wonderful.” Kelly smiled, “But Timmy, tonight you made love to me. I had three magnificent orgasms with you. You’re the first guy who’s ever been able to do that for me.” “Really?” “Yes, really.” I smiled. I was starting to feel better again. Kelly sensed the change in my mood. “All right cowboy, it’s time to get back in the saddle and start riding again.” She grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back on top of her. While I was starting to feel better, I was still bothered by self doubt and insecurity. I resisted her. “Why? Those other guys are much better at fucking you than I am. Why bother with me?” Shaking her head in exasperation, Kelly said, “Because it’s you dummy. I love you and I want you to fuck me. Yes, there are other things that you do better and there are other guys who are better at fucking me than you are. That still doesn’t mean I don’t want you to fuck me.” I thought about that for a moment and then I said, “Okay, but you have to promise that you won’t laugh while I’m doing it.” Kelly rolled her eyes. “Okay, I promise.” It was wonderful and afterward we cuddled in Kelly’s bed until it was time to go to the dining hall for dinner. I smiled as I stood freezing in the doorway of Smithson’s Jewelry store. That evening was one of my fondest memories. My thoughts drifted to the first time Kelly went out on a date after we’d become boyfriend girlfriend. It was the Friday night after that wonderful Tuesday when we first made love. A fraternity guy named Wendell Foster was taking her to dinner at the Kensington Grill. The Kensington Grill just happened to be the fanciest restaurant in our city. When Kelly told me about the date she said, “Wendell’s just taking me to that fancy restaurant to impress me. He thinks it’ll give him a better chance to get into my panties.” She winked at me. “A hunk like Wendell could buy me a hot dog at a convenience store and still get into my panties.” We both laughed at her joke. The night of her date I sat on the bed in Kelly’s dorm room watching her get dressed. After she finished putting on her makeup she turned to me and asked, “Timmy are you going to be jealous tonight?” I thought about her question for a moment and then I answered, “I’ll probably be envious, but I don’t think I have to be jealous.” Kelly stared at me. After a moment she said, “I don’t understand.” “Kelly Mason, you’re an English major. You know the difference between jealousy and envy, don’t you.” “Of course I do.” She took a second to think and then she smiled. “I get it. Envy means that you wish you had something someone else has. Tonight you’re going to wish I was with you rather than Wendell.” I nodded. She continued. “But jealousy is the fear that someone you love is falling in love with someone else.” Kelly stood up, walked over to the bed and kissed me. “Timmy Jamieson, you never have to be jealous. You’re the only man I’ll ever love.” As she kissed me again, Kelly glanced at the clock. Her relaxed manner suddenly changed. “Look at the time! It’s seven o’clock. Wendell is probably already downstairs waiting for me.” Kelly kissed me once more, checked herself in the mirror and grabbed her purse. As she was opening the door to leave she paused. Turning back to me, she said, “Timmy will you please stay here. I would love to be able to see you when I get home tonight. I don’t think I’ll probably be too late. As soon as we finish dinner we’ll go to Wendell’s apartment. After we’re done fucking I’ll make him take me home. The only question is how often can he get it up.” She giggled. “If he turns out to be a real animal I’ll give him a blow job to slow him down a little. They don’t take much time and I’ve never met a guy who doesn’t love them.” I smiled at Kelly. “I would love to wait here for you.” She leered at me. “Will you eat my pussy when I get back? I promise I’ll make Wendell wear a condom.” I laughed. “I’m already looking forward to it.” Kelly smiled and then she sighed and said, “Timmy I really do have to go. I should be back around midnight.” As I nodded to her she blew me a quick kiss and ran out the door. Once Kelly was gone I tried to study, but I couldn’t concentrate on biology or European History so tried reading a novel. That didn’t work either. I couldn’t stop thinking about Kelly and Wendell. In my mind I could picture every second of their date. I saw them walking into the restaurant holding hands. I imagined them flirting with each other during dinner. Kelly hung on every word Wendell said and laughed at all of his jokes. After dinner I pictured Kelly taking Wendell’s arm. Pressing her body against his, they walked out to his car. When they got to his car… I shook my head. Enough! I was going crazy. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. I didn’t know what I was going to do. Sitting in Kelly’s room waiting for her to come home was turning out to be unbearable. Suddenly a solution popped into my brain. It was obvious. I sat down at Kelly’s desk, turned on her lap top computer and started typing. The title of the story was “Kelly and Wendell”. It was almost midnight by the time I finished it. I hoped that Kelly might want to read it when she got back from her date, so I left her computer turned on. Tired, I decided to lie down on Kelly’s bed and take a short nap. As I was closing my eyes she opened the door and walked into the room. As soon as she saw me, Kelly smiled. “Timmy I’m so happy you’re still here. I was worried you might have gotten bored and decided to go home.” I shook my head. “No, I told you I’d wait here until you got back.” I shrugged. “That’s just the way I am. I’ll always wait for you.” Kelly grinned at me. “And that’s why I’m falling madly in love with you Timothy Jamieson.” “So how was your date?” Sighing, Kelly said, “It was wonderful. Wendell is an absolutely magnificent fuck…” Suddenly she stopped. Looking at me with apologetic eyes she said, “I’m sorry Timmy, that wasn’t very sensitive.

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