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She could hardly concentrate on her driving as she made her way across town. Amber had fun at the fantasy party, but it was all couples attending. Although, a couple of horny buggers had made passes at her behind their wives backs, nothing she would have followed up on. The guys weren’t that cute anyway.

God! She was beside herself with horniness though! Looking at all the sex toys and all the dirty talk, was enough to make a woman crazy!

Amber bought a nice, new dildo at the party. She had it stuffed in her purse, next to her in the front seat. She didn’t think she could wait until she got home, so she leaned over and pulled it out. At the next set of traffic lights, she paused to remove it from the packaging. Throwing the box on the floor, she pulled the dildo from its cloth sleeve.

What a beautiful sight! Such a work of art, really. It was eight inches long and very realistic, the colour of flesh, with veins and a bulbous head. The best feature, was the very quiet vibrating modes that this one had.

As the traffic light turned green, she began driving again. It was dark as she left the city limits, heading out of town toward home. No one would see, or even suspect the nasty thing, she was going to do on the way home. Amber’s pussy was getting wet just thinking about it.

She hiked up her sundress a little and started to remove her panties, trying to pull them down her legs as she drove. A car approached from behind as she weaved about on the road, cursing as she kicked them off her feet. “Fuck!” she muttered. “Should just pull off the road before I kill myself!”

“What the…” she looked in her rear view mirror. A police car was behind her with the lights on. Whoop, whoop went the siren. “Fuck sakes!” she stammered. Amber pulled over into a clearing at the side of the road and stopped.

She quickly reached for the box on the floor, fumbling as her seat belt prevented her from grabbing it. “Shit!” The cop was walking toward her car. She just sat up, cursing under her breath. She chucked the dildo over to the passenger floor, hoping he wouldn’t see it in the dark and rolled down her window.

“Where are you headed?” he asked. The officer was a tall good looking black man.

“Home, was I speeding sir?” she played dumb.

“Uh, no miss. You’re over the line a few times as you were driving. Had anything to drink?” he asked.

“No, nothing like that,” she giggled.

“Let me see your license, insurance and registration please.” She handed him the papers as he shone his flashlight around, missing the toy on the floor.

“Am I going to get a ticket?” she asked. He didn’t answer her.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said. He went back to his car, then returned a couple of minutes later. He handed the information back to her. “Could you step out of the car miss?” he asked.

Amber got out and leaned against the side of her car. “I haven’t been drinking,” she reassured him.

He looked escort bostancı her up and down for a moment. Amber noticed him staring and realized how hot she must look, poured into the skimpy sundress. The air was a little cool and she became aware of her nipples poking through the thin material, as she wore no braw tonight.

“Are you high?” he asked, his gaze somewhat fixed on her breasts.

“No, nothing like that,” she sighed.

“So, what’s the deal then? Are you ill or something?”

“No, I’m just a little distracted. It’s kind of… personal,” she said with some hesitation.

“Well I don’t really want to cite you if there’s a legitimate reason, that’s all.”

“You’ll think it’s stupid,” she said.

“Try me,” he reassured her.

Amber looked down at her feet, brushed her long, dark hair back and said in a low whisper, “I’m horny.”

He frowned at her, forcing back the laughter. “Horny?” he asked.

“God, I can’t believe I just said that! I’m horny,” she repeated. “There! I’ve said it! I’m so horny, I can hardly concentrate on my driving, obviously. I went to this sex party, the ones where you buy toys and skimpy clothes and things and well, it got me so excited. Guys there were hitting on me but none of them were single, but I’m single and have to go home alone and I’m just beside myself with horniness.” Shit! Just shoot me and put me out of my misery!” Amber took a deep breath. “Sorry, I’ll shut up now.”

The big black cop continued to stare at her, dumbfounded. Amber realized he might make her do a sobriety test, here at the side of the road! “I’m not drunk,” she reassured him with a smile.

He paused. Looked at his patrol car, looked back at Amber. “You’re serious.”

“Yes sir. It sounds stupid, I know. Can I just go home now?”

He thought for a second. “So, if I check the car, I won’t find any booze or drugs?” he asked her.

“Nothing like that,” she said, thinking of her dildo discarded on the floor. A car drove by slowly, as the man and woman starred at Amber, being interrogated by this big police officer.

“Ok, I’ll just do a quick check and you can be on your way,” he said, licking his teeth in somewhat disbelief.

This is so fucking embarrassing, she thought.

He aimed the flashlight into the car, scanning around, front and back. Then back to the front, as he noticed something. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. Another car drove by slowly, people gawking! He turned to her, a slight grin on his face.

“That’s why I was driving poorly,” she admitted. “I was kinda getting into the middle of something. God! This is so embarrassing!”

“It’s ok,” he said with a hooked finger. “Come here,” he beckoned. He moved back a step as she approached, his eyes looking her up and down, making her nervous. “Put your hands on the hood.” he said.

“Spread ’em?” she teased, as she laid her hands on the hood of her Honda.

He ümraniye escort began to pad her down and Amber noticed right away, by the way he touched her, that this was not the standard way to search a person. His hands had a gentle way, as they felt down her back, pausing at her waist and moving around to her front and up her torso.

Amber’s breath caught in her throat as his hands found her breasts and he gently squeezed. She glanced up and down the street, realizing the quiet area that they were in and this big brute was feeling her up! Amber moaned, hoping that she didn’t misunderstand the situation. He messaged her breasts again and it was obvious that he wasn’t looking for drugs.

She laid her head on her hands, slowly gyrating her hips at his advances. He ran his hands up under her dress, squeezing her buttocks as she moaned. “Are you going to arrest me?” she joked.

“No, just detain you for a short while,” he quipped.

“I wouldn’t mind being detained for a while,” she said seductively.

He knelt down behind her, hiked up her dress and he hissed at the sight of her bare ass. Amber gasped when she felt his tongue on her gash, as he proceeded to tickle her twat. “Oh officer!” she breathed.

“Captain,” he corrected her.

“Oh captain, my captain!” she moaned, grinding her ass in his face. “What a nice tongue you have!”

He stood up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Well then, you’re really gonna like this!”

He opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. Amber reached back and tugged on his meat. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she jerked on a huge, pulsating penis and felt his large balls. “Is that your gun Captain?”

“It’s my secret weapon,” he laughed and abruptly bent her over the fender to shove his aching cock into her wet pussy.

“Uuuh!” she grunted as he penetrated her hot cunt.

He took a firm grip at her hips, as he slowly shoved in and out of her. She was wet, but tight around his very large shank.

“Holly… Shhhit! she panted. “You’re sooo BIG!” Amber started moving her ass back and forth getting accustomed to the large prick that impaled her. Her wet pussy lubricated his dong, as the well endowed cop began some serious fucking.

Amber couldn’t believe her luck, to be getting so seriously fucking reamed here at the side of the road, with blue and red lights flashing. “Oh… my… fuck!” she panted, laying across the hood of her car, feeling the warmth of the engine. “You… you… fill… me… up… sssooo good!”

“You like my cock?” he asked as he felt her ass.

“Oh yeah… fuck me… fuck me… hard!” He pounded her faster, giving her a full ten inches of thick meat, his balls slapping against her ass as they fucked.

Just then, he paused, as headlights approached from down the road. “Oh shoot,” she whined in disappointment at having to stop the good fucking.

The quick thinking cop leaned over her back and whispered, “Don’t kartal escort bayan move,” as he pulled a pair of hand cuffs from his belt. He began to put the cuffs on her, as a car load of teenagers drove slowly by, gawking.

Amber looked up and smiled at them, the cop’s quivering cock throbbing inside her. “Whoo hooo!” someone yelled. “Arrest the bitch!” as they drove by.

Once the car was out of sight, he pulled Amber up, and she turned around to see the tool of her pleasure. “That’s one honking piece of meat!” she admired. Sticking out of his trousers was the biggest baddest cock she’d ever seen! The big black thing glistened with her cunt juices.

“Here, I’ll take those cuffs off,” he said.

“No, not yet,” she smiled at him and dropped to her knees, to suck on his dick. He grunted as she put her mouth over his penis and slurped up and down on his shaft. “Oh my god…” she mumbled… “you’re so big!”

She honked up and down on his wang, licking his shaft. She could smell her scent on him as she licked and fondled his balls with her tongue. Then Amber stood up, leaning back against her car. “Take me!” she smiled and wiggled her hips.

He quickly grabbed her by the waist, picking her up as she scissored her legs around him. She giggled, then gasped as he shoved up into her. She tightened her legs around his waist, hooking one knee over his holster and the other leg he held. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she grinded her wet pussy on his enormous cock, as he banged her up against the car.

“You’re…gonna…make…me…cum,” she panted, as he drilled her. He grabbed at her tits as he thrusted up into her. “Oh…fuck!” she moaned as he squeezed her breasts. “Nice cock,” she whispered.

“Mmmm.” “Nice tits!” he replied.

“Mmmm…you’re so…fucking huge!”

“You’re so tight,” he grunted.

She locked her legs tighter around him, grinding as he rammed her aching cunt. “Oh yeah baby,” he hissed, sweat dripping down his brow.

“I’m getting close,” she moaned.

“Me too,” he groaned. He was thrusting her hard up against the car.

“Kiss me!” she stared at his thick lips with a glazed look in her eyes. He leaned in and his lips were on her’s. She loved the thickness of them. Then his tongue was probing her mouth. She moaned as they kissed.

“Oh…fuck!” she blurted. She kissed him back, hungrily giving him tongue, as she came all over his lovely cock. Then, he froze and she could feel his hot jism squirting up into her cunt as they came together. They grinded, moaning and groaning, as they shared the moment together.

Amber could hardly stand as he took the handcuffs off. “So, am I free to go?” she asked, rubbing her wrists.

“Do you think you can drive now?” he laughed.

“Oh I’m much better now,” she giggled, rubbing her crotch.

“Here, in case you ever need to call me,” he handed her his business card.

“In case I’m ever in need of the police?” she teased.

“Serve and protect,” he said with a grin. “Drive safe now,” he said as he tucked her into the car, closing her door.

Amber rolled the window down, “Thank you for the help Captain,” she said and then sped off.

The End. OK… masturbate now!

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Summer Vacation

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Although my passions are ignited by and with older men, it was a younger man who would someday be an older gentlemen that led me to make an exception. Clearly he sought and needed the experience that an older woman could provide him. This story couldn’t have found a voice without him.

LovelyLadyFaire … in concert with RKK … welcome you into their world of lust and seduction. We give you “Summer Vacation” … a story of the coming of age … and ageless passion.

Layla and RKK … for your pleasure.

Turning down my street I’m headed home for a summer vacation alone as my parents are off on a cross country trip in our motor home and will be gone most of the season.

My mind is bursting with copious, thought provoking, pleasurable images of girls, booze and sex. The fortuitous circumstances leaving me virtually at liberty assure me that there won’t be anyone around telling me you can’t do this and shouldn’t do that. I’m experiencing a young man’s sexual freedom and awakening, perhaps my fantasy will actually become my reality?

I’m already semi-hard just from the scenes my mischievous kinky mind is focused on. Erotic, sensual scenarios of pure naughty unadulterated sex are streaming at warp speed. As if the powers that be were stealing into my thoughts pulling into the driveway I spot Ms. L out on her front porch sprucing up the area looking like a million. I don’t recall a time when she didn’t look put together. I’m confident that Ms. L purposely dresses to show off her lovely curvy figure, a sensuous inviting body which has long been a fantasy of mine to fuck.

Ms. L has always been so kind my favorite color is blue.” God, she looked fantastic not just good.

Layla was wearing a shimmering flowing dress that draped across her shoulders and hugged every inch of her body. Deep sapphire blue against those eyes and that hair would have made a dead man cum. I watched her move, she was graceful and quiet. There was nothing that was out of place. The dress fell just above her ankles and she was barefoot. When she moved it clung to her like a glove escort bostancı allowing me to see the cheeks of her ass and the fullness of those tits.

“Thank you Richard, you look quite handsome yourself. You’ve certainly grown into a man over the year. I might not have recognized you if I didn’t see you get out of your car. Come in, I thought we’d eat on the terrace, it’s such a beautiful night.”

I followed behind her like a puppy dog waiting to be patted. Behind her, I would give anything to be behind her plowing into her.

We walked through the living room and she had candles burning everywhere. There wasn’t a single light on and I thought how erotic she must look, her body drenched in sweat, steamy and flushed. silhouetted in glowing hot candle light after being furiously and ferociously fucked hard?

“Here let me open this, have a seat and get comfortable, it’s just you and me so no need to stand on ceremony.”

Trust me Layla, I know it’s just you and me. What would she say if I told her that’s all I’ve been thinking about for the last few hours?

“I’ve been thinking about just that very thing for several hours.” I saw her smile, of course she knew.

I stared at her hands, soft and confident as she opened the wine and poured it into shimmering glasses. I wanted those hands, her fingers gripping my cock, stroking it up and down while her tongue licked and sucked me.

“What have you been thinking about Richard?”

I’ve been thinking about fucking you. I’ve been fixated on your tits. I’ve been imagining what you taste like. I’ve been wondering how tight your sweet ass is and if I can make you scream?

“Oh, just what you said about it being just you and me, no need for ceremony.” Yeah, right I’ve been thinking about no need for anything but fucking the hell out of you.

Her back was towards me and I watched her moving. Layla was curvaceous, you might say voluptuous and you’d be right. I could feel her body seriously writhing on mine in the throes of a mind blowing fuck.

“Here you go baby, let’s toast to a fabulous ümraniye escort summer together.”

Are we spending the summer together? Was she telling me what I wanted to hear?

Layla walked slowly to me, smiling and licking her lips. Her eyes were on fire and her nipples were hard, straining against the thin fabric of her dress.

“Here you are Richard.” Take the glass fool and get it together.

I wanted to rip that dress right off and throw her on the ground, bury my still throbbing cock deep in her wet warm pussy and fuck her, long and hard, an unrelenting battering of pussy and raging, ramming cock.

When she bent down and kissed me, her tongue wet, slipping between my lips, searching for my tongue, finding it, sucking it gently, I could feel the front of my slacks warm against my thigh, cum soaked, cum was oozing from my cock.

“No need for ceremony baby, we both know what we want, don’t we? You want to fuck me, and I want you to. We have all night and the entire summer together. I’ll chase the boy in you away tonight, you’ll see the sun rise as a man.”

To say that she caught me by complete surprise is an understatement of gigantic proportions. Here was my long time masturbation goddess, her tongue dueling with mine as the passions within both of us seemed to ignite. Hearing her breathlessly murmur the words of us fucking the summer away was just throwing gas onto an already blazing fire as my cock stretched another inch at least.

As our tongues sparred, our mouths engaged in fever pitched kissing, licking and sucking face, ear lobes, and I found her neck. How often did I imagine my mouth on that neck? I pulled her gently onto my lap so I could explore some of her awesome curves, this woman’s body that I’d dreamed of for so long. The feel of her lush breasts filling my hands as our mews and moans of erotic pleasure filled the air was surreal for this young man.

Our hands roaming over each others bodies, aching to feel, caress and exploit. My desires for orgasmic pleasures are just too compelling to continue a lot of kartal escort bayan foreplay. I reached for the hem of her dress. My hand slowly inching up her legs seeking her hot wetness to feel and of course taste as she bites my lips. Mewing in her sexiest voice I heard the words I’d never thought she’d utter.

“Yes Richard … yes … I belong to you now.”

This creature belonged to me? Did I actually hear her say that? Layla had a mind of her own I was soon to realize.

“You want me, you want to feel every inch of me, taste every secret place you’ve only thought about. You’ll have me and I’ll be at your beck and call… but… tonight… I take the lead.”

Looking into her eyes I knew there was no point in my trying to change her mind, not by touching, feeling, teasing or for that matter protesting. To say that all I wanted to do was throw her down and fuck the hell out of her would be diminishing the reality of the current path she was obviously determined to follow. There was no question that she wanted control and I wasn’t about to even attempt to try and take it away from her. I’d have to be crazy to even entertain the idea.

Layla pulled herself out of my arms and stood up offering her hand. I could easily refuse to be led, get up and walk out. Who the hell was I kidding? I wanted her, she knew it. I took her hand and she turned and walked towards her bedroom, a den of sexual depravity I was more than willing to enter.

The room was barely lit; a small candle was burning on the bedside table. Layla walked to the far side of the room and turned on a lamp that veiled the room in a soft amber glow. Her skin was glistening in the radiance as she walked towards me and stopped just short of the bed.

“Lie down Richard.” I began to unbutton my shirt and she said “just as you are.” She wasn’t kidding, she was as dominant as I could have believed she would be, taking total and complete control.

My head was spinning. I couldn’t think of anything but ramming my throbbing cock into her wet pussy and fucking her like a dog humping a bitch in season.

“Much like a spirited chess match we each have a strategy that we believe gives us the advantage. You sweet Richard want to fuck me, and I want you to. Play this round by my rules and I can promise you that by morning you’ll have become a Grand Master.”

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Sunbathing Showoff

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During the summer I sometimes sit on my back patio. This one Saturday I was sipping on a drink there when I heard the next door neighbor girls. Their names were Marta and Pam. They had on their bikinis and were getting ready to sun themselves. I had to take a close look. Marta the older girl was college age and Pam was a senior in high school.

They put down their blankets and towels and then Marta proceeded to remove her top. Both the girls were laughing, but I sure wasn’t. I had my eyes glued to Marta’s chest. She didn’t have the biggest tits, but her nipples were pointing straight out. It was if she was inviting someone to touch them.

The strange part was that Marta looked directly towards me. It was if she knew I was looking and she was showing off just for my pleasure. Both girls got on their backs and I had my vision fixed on Marta’s chest. I have to admit my hand went to my crotch.

I began rubbing my dick through my shorts. I was fantasizing what it would be like to be mounting that beautiful, young woman lying there. Unfortunately for me they didn’t stay out very long. It started to get cloudy and they went back into their home. The strange part was Marta again looked over to where I was sitting. She definitely wanted me to see her tits.

I eventually went inside my house and I went into the bedroom. I stripped down and got on the bed. I just had to stroke my dick right then. All I could think of was the girl next door, I had to think of a way to have her. I didn’t come up with any good ideas and then the doorbell rang.

I had to quickly throw my bathrobe on and run to the door. My mouth nearly dropped when I saw Marta standing in my doorway.

“There was a piece of your mail in out mailbox Mr. escort bostancı Martin,” she told me.

“It’s Bill, Marta, would you like to come in for a minute?”

I couldn’t believe my luck, or was it luck? Marta eagerly came inside my house. Marta was just how I like my women. She had straight black hair running down to her back. She had a cute face and then there were those tits. She was wearing a tight shirt and she had no bra on. The stars were in alignment right at that moment.

“Can I offer you a drink? Some wine maybe?” I asked her.

“A small glass, ” she told me.

We both walked to the kitchen and I poured some wine in a glass. Marta sipped it and then set it down.

“Did you like what you saw today?” She asked me.

Somehow I just said what I thought.

You wanted me to see you this morning, didn’t you?”

Marta just smiled and giggled a little bit. I figured this was the do or die moment. I undid the belt on my robe and let it slide to the floor. I guess Marta didn’t expect that from me. She looked directly at my thick cock. She never took her eyes from it. I stepped closer and I put my hands on her shoulders.

Marta knew exactly what I wanted her to do. I pressed on her shoulders and she got on her knees. My cock was dangling there was waiting for action.

“Suck on it,” I told her.

Marta reached out and took my dick in her hand. She gently pumped it up and down for a few moments. Marta then looked up to my face as she brought my cock to her lips. I thought I might just pop my load right there and then. She brought my cock head to her lips. I had to move things along. I put my hand on the back of her head and I pushed my dick past her lips.

Marta’s ümraniye escort eyes got big, but she took my rod down her throat. I started to fuck her mouth. She was gagging a little and spittle was dripping from the corners of her mouth. Marta never pulled away from sucking me. Every time she went down she made a slurping sound with her lips.

I couldn’t believe my luck. I had this young chick working on my hard dick. I knew I had to fuck her. I pulled away after a few minutes and I lifted her to her feet. I pulled her shirt off and I pulled the rest of her clothing off. She stood right in front of me. Her hard nipples looking right at me.

I slowly moved her to the couch and had her get on her back. Marta didn’t protest at all. Her face said it all, she wanted my cock that day. I spread her legs and looked down at her pussy. Her pubic hairs were all wet. I lowered my mouth and lapped at her folds. Marta just went crazy. She pushed down on my head, begging me to lick harder.

I began to bite on her clit and I thought she was close to orgasming. I pulled back and took my cock in hand. I guided it to her wet folds and I pushed into her. Marta’s head went back and she let out this moan. I slowly worked my throbbing prick deeper into her tunnel. There was no question in my mind. She was mine whenever I wanted her pussy.

I sped up and pushed into her until our pubic bones were hitting. I also reached out and gripped each nipple with the palm of my hand. Her nips were so hard, standing like little mountains on her chest. Her pussy was so tight I started to circle my cock around inside to loosen her up.

“God, Bill, fuck me harder,” Marta screamed out.

I drove my bare prick as deep as it could kartal escort bayan go. Over and over I gave her ever hard inch of my cock. My balls were swaying and hitting her ass as I fed her my thick erection. I was getting so carried away I knew I was close to cumming.

I had no protection on and I should have pulled out. Marta’s tight pussy made me want to stay inside.

“I’m cumming!” I cried out.

Marta squeezed hard with her muscles and I erupted inside her. It felt like I was hosing her pussy with my hot cream. I sent ropes of my seed deep into her belly. I could feel Marta’s body shaking. We were cumming together. I arched my back and fed her everything I had inside me. Even after I could cum no more I kept stroking Marta’s pussy.

I looked down and Marta’s eyes were back in her head. She looked spent and my dick was getting soft. I pulled out and then watched my hot cum leak out of her pussy. I knew I should have pulled out, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I lowered my face and kissed the tips of her nipples.

Marta might have came, but my mouth on her nips made her moan even more. I kissed them for some minutes and then I got up from the couch. Marta didn’t move. I went and got some towels to clean up with. I pulled her up from the couch and we cleaned up. After that I pulled Marta to me and we had a deep kiss.

“I wanted you for a long time Bill,” she told me.

“Now you have me for as long as you want,” I told her.

Marta got her clothes back on and went back next door. Thankfully her parents were away when all our fun happened. Marta didn’t leave before I got her phone number and she mine. Later that evening I heard from her.

“Bill, will you fuck me again like you did today?” “Your cock was so big, I want to feel it in me, please?”

It looks like this is just the first episode of a long summer of sex. I hope I am up for it! By the way, Marta took a piece of my mail from my box as a set up for an invite. Don’t call the police.

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Sunday Sex

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn’t be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don’t expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.

I always liked going to parties over at Ann’s house, not only because she invariably invited a ton of her girlfriends, but also because you never knew which of them was going to be there. It could feel like Christmas morning walking around and seeing which faces were looking back at you. From there came the decision of who to put a move on first, which was often determined by the reaction you got during that initial survey. It was always a bonus when you got a positive reaction immediately and even more of a bonus when it was from somebody who you were definitely interested in. On this particular occasion, I got very positive vibes when I ran into Emily, who I’d never seen at one of Ann’s parties before, but I didn’t know if it was just because we hadn’t seen each other in quite a while and I didn’t really know if pursuing Emily would end up with the result I was looking for.

Emily and I had known each other since we’d been quite young since we’d gone to the same church. By the time I’d quit going to church, we were also friends in school being only a couple of years apart. We’d never really hung out outside of school, though, and as far as I knew she was a “good girl,” still going to church every Sunday and even singing in the choir. She definitely wasn’t hard on the eyes, though, and had matured from schoolgirl into woman. She was dressed conservatively but not so much as to hide the fact that she had a significant rack and a pretty nice ass. I decided to play the hand that I’d been dealt and see where it ended up going. I had no expectations and, while being friendly and flirtatious, I wasn’t going to come on too strong.

Emily wasn’t fawning over me by any means and we didn’t spend the entire evening together, but we hung out quite a bit and I was definitely enjoying her company. When we weren’t together, the possible consequences of the time we were spending together were certainly in the back of my mind. I even found myself looking around to see where she was when I was talking to somebody else. It hadn’t taken long to determine that, if an opportunity presented itself to move things further along, I would definitely take it. I certainly wasn’t expecting to get her naked but I was considering whether there was any potential for that in the future given that we had the whole summer ahead of us.

“Would you do me a favor?” she asked me as the night was getting late and the party was winding down.

“Sure,” I replied, “Anything.”

“Will you walk me home?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” I replied, “You’re only, what, four blocks from here, right?”

“About that,” she said, “Would you have declined if it was farther?”

“Nah,” I assured her, “I just might have been scared walking back all by myself. I’d probably have to run the whole way.”

She laughed at that and I smiled at the image myself.

“Let me just say good-bye,” she said, “then I’ll be ready.”

I gave my friends the heads up that I’d be back and where I was going. They all wished me good luck. Once she was ready, Emily and I headed out the door and down the street. We hadn’t made it halfway down the block when her hand crept into mine. I still wasn’t sure what this was all leading up to, but I was pretty certain that it was something that I’d be happy about. We talked quietly as we walked, right up until we were on her front porch. We faced each other and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I can’t even tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this,” she said before planting a kiss on me. I returned it and it wasn’t long before her tongue crept into my mouth. I was holding her waist as we made out but couldn’t help sliding my hands down to caress her ass. I knew she had to feel my rising cock as I pulled her against me.

“I need to go inside before I get in trouble,” she finally said, pulling away from me, “Do you want to do something tomorrow?”

“I’d love to,” I replied, “What did you have in mind?”

“I have church in the morning,” she said, “but why don’t you pick me up and we’ll do whatever you want.”

“Sounds good,” I replied, “11:30 and the back door of the church?”

She agreed and, after one more quick kiss, she went inside and I started walking back to the party, my erection gradually diminishing. I was escort bostancı trying to figure out not only what to plan for the following day, since what I wanted to do was to get her naked and share multiple orgasms, but also what she had meant about how long she’d been wanting to kiss me. I decided to pursue that question the following day and figured out something to do that would allow us some freedom and flexibility should the desire for nudity and multiple orgasms be mutual. The last thing that crossed my mind as I got back to Ann’s was whether she was fired up enough that she was taking care of her own needs at that very moment. I decided I’d think more about that later, when I was alone, too.

The party continued to wind down and I curtailed my drinking so that I wouldn’t be hungover the next morning. I thought more about Emily once I was home in bed but fell asleep before I spent too much time dwelling on her potential activities after I’d left her. When my parents were off at church the next morning, I went to work putting together a variety of finger foods, which I packed in a small cooler along with some cold drinks. I wasn’t waiting at the back of the church for very long before Emily came out, wearing a conservative sundress with buttons all the way down the front and her long, light brown hair hanging over her shoulders and down her back.

“So what’s the plan?” she asked as she belted herself in.

“I thought we might make the most of this beautiful day,” I told her, “and I thought you might be hungry so…”

“A picnic?” she asked, her eyes very bright.

“A picnic and a walk along the river,” I confirmed, pleased that she was receptive to the plan.

I drove us over to Duke Island Park and headed away from the playgrounds and sports fields toward the last picnic grove before the trailhead for the path along the river. I found a shady spot to park and popped the trunk, where I had the cooler stashed.

“Do you feel like a table picnic,” I asked, “or a blanket picnic?”

“Blanket picnic, definitely,” she replied.

I handed her the blanket and grabbed the cooler, then suggested that she select a spot. I followed her as she found a spot a good distance from both the parking lot and the picnic tables but well-shaded and lay out the blanket. We ate and talked, often feeding each other, which had been one of the points of making only finger foods. I finally asked her about her statement the previous night.

“When I was little,” she started, “I was quite smitten with you. As I got older, I still had a crush on you and often wondered what kissing you would be like. In high school, we didn’t really run with the same crowd, so I never really had an opportunity to find out if you’d be interested in kissing me. So, last night, I decided it was about damn time that I finally did something about it.”

“And what did you determine?” I asked, fairly certain of the response.

“I determined that it was well worth the wait,” she said, “and that I’d like to do it often.”

“That sounds good to me,” I replied and leaned toward her. We started kissing but were quickly making out, lying together in the middle of the blanket. We rolled around for a while but eventually she ended up on top of me and started humping my cock before pulling her mouth from mine to ask if I had a condom. I grabbed my wallet and extracted the condom as she straightened up and spread her skirt out over us. After a quick look around to confirm that no one was nearby, she pulled her skirt up around her waist in the front and started to open my shorts while I stared at her exposed panties. She fished out my throbbing cock and pumped it in her hand as I got my shorts and underwear down far enough, then I rolled the condom down over it as she pulled her panties aside to reveal her light brown bush. She moved up enough that I could guide my cock to her pussy then slowly eased herself down onto it. Her pussy was amazingly hot, slippery and tight so I was wondering if I’d even last for five minutes. Fortunately, she started riding me slowly which, although it felt fantastic, was much better for my staying power than if she’d started bouncing rapidly up and down.

I had my hands on her upper thighs, but moved them around so I could caress her ass through her panties. She’d let the hem of her skirt drop down again but her hands remained under it, though I wasn’t sure if it was just to hold her panties aside of if she was caressing her clit as she was riding me. Since I couldn’t see, I was watching the expression on her face as her long hair hung around it. She looked happy but also as though she was experiencing intense pleasure. I couldn’t believe that, twenty-four hours prior, the thought of fucking Emily would have been one of the farthest things from my mind and now her snug, slippery pussy was sliding up and down my latex-wrapped tool.

She gradually started riding me harder and faster and I ümraniye escort began to push up into her each time she came down with the intention of penetrating her as deeply as possible. The longer and harder she rode me, the more she was moaning and the hotter and more slippery her pussy was feeling. I could feel my orgasm building up, which was no surprise even with the condom on given how snug and slippery her pussy was. I could feel my cock beginning to swell even more and was thinking that I might leave her high and dry when she suddenly gasped and started to tremble. She slowed down her pace as she came, which held off my orgasm for a little bit longer. Her orgasm appeared to be long and intense but, by the time she was coming down, her pussy had been flooded with additional lubrication and, amazingly, felt even better than it already had.

I was pushing up into her as her orgasm tapered off and she slowly went back to riding me but it only took another minute or two before I was spewing into the reservoir tip of the condom. She lay forward on top of me and we started to make out again as I reached around to make sure my shrinking cock was out of her pussy so we wouldn’t have to worry about the condom slipping off. I continued running my hands over her ass, still clad in panties, knowing that I’d have my hands on the bare flesh before the end of the day. Once we’d both essentially recovered, she rolled off next to me and took the condom as I got my shorts and underwear back in place. She put the condom with the rest of our trash and we got our things all packed up, though we paused quite often to kiss.

“Are you ready for our walk?” she asked once we were all cleaned up, “I think I need to get the blood flowing back to other parts of my body besides the ones inside my panties.”

“I like the ones inside your panties, though,” I replied, kissing her again, “though I’d like to get them outside of your panties at some point.”

“You can count on that,” she said, “and I’ll look forward to it.”

We dropped off the cooler and blanket back at the car then headed down the path along the river, hand in hand. It was nicely shaded while still allowing clear views of the river and, we soon realized, it was also completely deserted. We made it all the way to the end of the main trail without ever encountering another person, though we were aware that people could come upon us from behind at any time.

“So I guess we turn around?” Emily asked as we stood at the end of the main trail, looking out over the river.

“No, actually,” I said, “if we take this trail over here, we can go a little bit farther.”

I indicated what was almost a deer trail this early in the season, though it would be a bit more worn as more people used it. It went up an incline and deeper into the woods while remaining close to the river. When we got to the top, not only was the view of the river even more dramatic, I pointed out that we could see a good distance back down the main trail so we’d know if anyone else was coming along long before they reached us.

“And why might that be important?” Emily asked, knowing full well the answer, as she slipped into my arms. We started making out again, holding each other close, but I soon repositioned us so that she was facing down the trail and leaning against a tree while I hunkered down in front of her and began to unbutton her dress from the hem upward. I stopped once I’d reached her waist and her panties were exposed as she took each side of her skirt and held them apart for me. I kissed her upper thighs, hips and abdomen while lightly caressing the front of her panties before starting to slide them down. Her light brown bush was well-groomed and I could feel my cock stiffening up again, though I was planning to make her cum again before I did.

I helped her step out of her panties then handed them to her as she spread her legs a bit more for me. I ran my tongue up her slit, tasting her copious juices and causing her to moan, then reached between her legs to grip her ass as I started to eat her pussy in earnest. She started to hump her pussy toward my face while moaning softly as she continued to hold the front of her skirt open for me. I brought one hand down and easily slipped a finger into her due to how wet she was and, as I slowly eased it in and out, I started to lick and suck her clit. She sucked in her breath and started moaning more plaintively while humping her pussy harder against my face. Glancing up, I could see that she was still occasionally gazing down at the trail below, though I wondered if she’d actually stop me if she did see somebody coming. The look on her face was pure passion and, as wet and engorged as her pussy was, I doubted very much that our public locale was going to delay the orgasm that was building.

When her legs appeared to nearly give out on her, I paused briefly and looked up at her again, but she encouraged me to keep going. She kartal escort bayan was starting to tense up a bit with an occasional full-body spasm so I wasn’t surprised that her legs had nearly betrayed her. I was glad that she was feeling such intense pleasure because it reinforced, though there really wasn’t any doubt to begin with, that I’d definitely find myself in this position quite often going forward. I was trying to make her feel as good as I could without denying her relief and it appeared as though she was approaching the brink. I would have been happy to taste her nectar for hours but I also didn’t want to be interrupted so I wasn’t disappointed when she gasped and her body started to tremble. I continued to eat her as she was cumming, stopping only once she’d let out a sigh and relaxed back against the tree.

Sitting back on my heels, I continued to unbutton her dress, wanting to see more of her naked body, especially her tits. By the time I was standing and had reached the last button, her eyes were open again and she had a big smile on her face. She’d let go of the sides of her dress but still held her panties as she reached out to pull my face toward hers so that we could kiss as my hands went to caress her tits through her bra. Her nipples were hard and, in addition to caressing the soft flesh of her breasts, I also ran my palms over her nipples. As we went from kissing to making out, I slipped my hands behind her to unfasten her bra then raised the cups above her tits and fondled the smooth, bare flesh. We were close enough together that I couldn’t get a look at her tits as I caressed them but, when she pulled away from me, I took a look before she dropped to her knees.

This time I was positioned so that I could see down the main trail, but my attention was on Emily as she opened my shorts, let them drop to my ankles and slid my briefs down to allow my rigid cock to spring out. She pumped it in her petite fist before wrapping her lips around the head and sliding them down the shaft. I moaned and ran my fingers through her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, expertly sucking my cock. She started moaning, too, and I was thinking that she may have been looking forward to this moment and, consequently, may have been enjoying it as much as I was. There was no question that I was enjoying having her hot mouth sliding up and down my tool and that it wouldn’t require too much effort from her before I was cumming down her throat.

When she slid my cock free of her mouth, I though initially that she needed to catch her breath, but when she moved upward until she could squeeze my cock between her tits, realized that this might just be the girl of my dreams. I finally got a nice look at her tits, their large areolas and her hard nipples as she hefted them in her hands before encompassing my cock within her cleavage and my focus remained on them as she started to slide them up and down. Even compared to her snug, slippery pussy and her hot mouth, her soft, smooth tits felt incredible and my orgasm was continuing to rapidly build up with unprecedented levels of intense pleasure. Given what we’d experienced out in nature thus far, I could not wait to get her into the privacy of one of our bedrooms.

She slid her tits up and down as my cock started to swell even further in anticipation of cumming but, before I actually reached that point, she dropped back down and released her tits, taking my cock and balls in her hands. As she engulfed my tool in her hot mouth again, she was pumping the base and caressing my balls. I savored the feeling for as long as I could but it wasn’t very long before I was spewing into her mouth and she was hungrily swallowing my load. Even once I was completely spent, she seemed reluctant to release my cock from her mouth.

“That was fucking incredible,” I told her, honestly.

“It was almost quite literally a dream come true for me,” she replied, sitting back on her heels and looking up at me.

“I hope it was worth the wait,” I said, trying not to stare at her tits.

“Oh, it absolutely was,” she replied, “and maybe even more than I expected.”

“It is certainly more than I ever would have expected,” I replied, “but I’m so glad that you took the initiative. I see a lot of fun times for us this summer.”

“Really?” she asked, as if she really hoped but wasn’t quite sure, “Oh, I’m so glad.”

We reluctantly covered ourselves again, but not before I played with Emily’s tits some more and took a nice long look at her exposed body, still incredulous that she was basically offering it to me. Once we were presentable again, we headed back down the trail toward the picnic area hand in hand and had a long and in-depth discussion about our next steps and our expectations for the summer ahead of us.

She didn’t quite manage to get me to start going back to church, but I would pick her up every Sunday afterward while all of our parents were at the post-service social hour and we’d go to either her house or mine and fuck like crazy in one of our beds. It certainly wasn’t the only sex we were having each week, not by a long shot, but it was the one time of the week we knew we could count on the opportunity to do it in a bed.

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Summer of Lina

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Short story; my first submission to Literotica. The characters in this story are, of course, of legal age. Please leave a comment, I welcome your feedback!



I gave Lina the giant teddy bear I won from the ring toss – as thanks, she took me behind the first aid trailer and sucked me off. It was my first sexual experience, and from that moment forward, as I saw her tender pink mouth go to town on me and watched her swallow with a smile, I could think of nothing else. We were strangers – I didn’t even know her name until after she’d swallowed my cum – and all I’d done was given her a bear. It was illicit, and it was glorious.

I spent the next few weeks trying to woo another blow job out of Lina; I lavished her with every prize I won in those carnival booths. She rewarded me with smiles, and pecks on the cheek, but to my disappointment, nothing more. I bought her huge double-scoop ice creams and watched her mouth move up and down as she ate, my pants tightening at the sight of her deft little tongue.

As luck would have it, the summer wasn’t without promise; at the end of July, Lina let me put my hand up her dress. We were riding the ferris wheel. I’d felt her watching me intently from the corner of her eye, but she did that sometimes, and I thought nothing of it. Then she spread her legs wide with a coy smile, and I sat there stunned, mesmerized by her milky white thighs and unsure what to do. She guided my hand up the inside of her leg and let me massage the folds of her pussy from outside her silk underwear. Our gondola swept through the station, and I wrenched my hand away, embarrassed. Lina giggled. It was a turning point; I knew now that my efforts were not in vain.

I got that long-awaited second blow job, aptly, inside the Tunnel of Love. As Lina unzipped my jeans and bent over my cock, I slipped a hand tentatively down the front of her blouse. It was a bold move; until now, Lina had led the charge, dictating how far we would go and keeping me on a desperate, mesmerized leash. If I’d called this wrong, it could ruin everything.

I hadn’t, and it didn’t. She leaned into the attention, filling my hand with her little tit, and to my dismay I came on the spot, unable to hold back as her nipple brushed the inside of my palm. She didn’t seem upset. She wiped her mouth and refastened my pants, and for the rest of the ride, or at least until the boat trundled into the sunlight, my hand remained in her blouse, brushing gently against that soft nipple, and she didn’t pull away.

There were trips through the Tunnel of Love during which nothing happened; our bodies remained several inches apart and Lina would make no move to touch me, and I would exit into the sunlight frustrated and bewildered. It was clear from the beginning of our sexually-charged relationship that she called the shots; I liked to think I held back out of respect, but truthfully, it was fear. I was spellbound by Lina, and my greatest fear was making a wrong move and giving her reason to spend her summer evenings with – and give that wet, magical mouth to – someone else.

She was a flighty thing, utterly promiscuous one moment and mysteriously closed the next. I began to feel like there were mutual feelings – more than sexual – between us, but I couldn’t read her, and the delicate to-and-fro left me senseless.

We watched the circus acts from the highest bleachers in the tent, cuddled in the shadows, and she’d wiggle her hand into my pants and stroke me. I didn’t come in those times, but I reveled in the attention. I’d feel her breasts over her shirt or slide my hand down to the small of her back; on the hottest nights, the skin between her blouse and her skirt would be exposed, and I could feel a delicate sheen of sweat as I trailed my fingers across her flesh.

Lina managed to surprise me in the strangest of places; atop the highest hill of the roller coaster, as the wind whipped through our hair and the dizzying height took our breaths away, she suddenly grabbed my hand and thrust it beneath her skirt. She wasn’t wearing underwear, a realization that paralyzed my mind with delirious joy, and as the roller coaster swept through twists and dips and turns, my fingers twisted and turned, dipping into the warmth of her for the first time.

Our relationship was hopelessly one-sided; after the incident on the roller coaster, Lina continued to tease and pleasure me regularly, but would press my hand away if I reached to reciprocate. I longed to feel the inside of her again, but she kept it from me, instead increasing the frequency of her ministrations until it seemed a sure thing we would be caught in the act. She sucked me dry against the side of the ticket booth, beneath the scaffolding of the train, surrounded by our own reflection in the House of Mirrors – I came explosively that day, overwhelmed by the sight of her ass cheeks swaying beneath her dress and her mouth sliding back and forth over my escort bostancı cock – and on the rising and falling horse of a carousel. I grew accustomed to tangling my hands in the silky curls of her hair and drawing her to me, filling her throat again and again and again. I was awash with the constant buzz of release.

We must have looked innocent and unremarkable as the summer went on, and we blended into the crowds easily, my arm wrapped protectively around Lina’s shoulders, her head pressed gently into my chest. The nights were not only about sex; there was a quiet enjoyment in just being together, though I never fully knew where I stood with her. We hadn’t kissed yet; her mouth had been around my cock countless times, her dresses were often sticky with my cum, and she murmured into my ear how much she loved the taste of me, but the basic right of romantic passage eluded us.

In the late days of August, on a night when the sun was long past set, Lina ushered me into the shadow of the observation tower and held me at arm’s length. I watched, not daring to move or speak, as she lifted her hands to her shoulders and slipped from the sleeves of her dress. The dress fell to her waist, and her breasts – small, round, and perfect – were revealed in the moonlight. I had never seen them before, only felt them, and for a moment I was unable to move or breathe. I felt a gnawing hunger for Lina like never before.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

I obeyed her, reverently – one hand to each breast, caressing, gathering them in my palms . Those soft little tits, sparingly given in the past yet still familiar to my hands, felt suddenly new; now I was touching them at Lina’s behest, and as she sighed and her head tilted back in the moonlight, my body swelled with desire. I wanted to touch her elsewhere, everywhere, to taste her, to lay her down and lift her legs over my shoulders, to explore her with my tongue until her sighs became screams; I wanted to smell her, to feel her writhing against me and arching into a shuddering crescendo. Nevermind that she was my first everything; the only release I had ever known outside of my own hand had been at the mercy of her mouth, and I had never so much as kissed her; right now I wanted to kiss her there, to immerse myself in her most intimate place and feast until her ecstasy was my victory.

I was, as always, going too far, too fast. Lina sensed this, and her face lifted forward, her eyes meeting mine, and she shook her head ever so slightly. I thought the moment was over, that I’d ruined it with my desperate anticipation, but she drew closer still, and, moving one of my hands to the softness of her waist, lifted herself toward me and offered her naked breast to my mouth.

The invitation was dizzying; I bent my knees, and with my hands on her hips, I drifted my tongue across her breast. The pink skin puckered as Lina’s head tipped backward again. And then the nipple was in my mouth and I was sucking, gently, tasting a piece of her flesh for the very first time.

She guided me even with her gaze lifted to the stars, taking my hand and moving it to her other breast, inviting my fingers to squeeze and pinch and tease. Her breath grew uneven and she wound her fingers into my hair, and I reveled in our roles finally being reversed; she wordlessly egged me on as I tasted her; I moved my mouth to her collarbone and back again, twirling my tongue over the tips of her nipples and sensing how they lusted to be touched again whenever my mouth moved away. I feasted on her nipples in the way I had moments before wished to feast on the rest of her, fevered with the knowledge that for once I was the one giving the pleasure instead of receiving it.

I fooled myself into believing that our tryst would intensify; Lina drew away from me and slipped back into the sleeves of her dress, silently reminding me that our summer of torturous anticipation was not yet at its peak.

There was something different after that, though – a shift, a drifting in the tectonic plates beneath the surface of whatever it was that we were to each other. She reached for the zipper of my jeans a little less often; when she did venture down there, the movements of her mouth were slow and measured and erotic, baiting me instead of feverishly sucking me to my peak. A few times, she stopped before I could finish. I stood stunned, my nipples still warm from her hands, my bare ass pressed against the safety railing on the upper floor of the funhouse, as Lina licked my balls one final time and stopped. She slid my cock back into my underwear and, zipping my hard-on in with some difficulty, kissed me on the cheek and linked her arm in mine. We were off again, strolling through the carnival hand in hand, a young couple with an angelic outer appearance that belied our heathen secrets.

The summer was drawing to a close, and I became anxious. Thoughts of what would happen to us when the lights went out and the ümraniye escort carnival moved away had nagged at my mind all summer, but had flown away every time Lina’s warm, wet mouth convinced me I was the only man in the world. Lina must have sensed it, too, the finality of what we had, and she suddenly became fevered again. She touched me constantly, stroking me to a confused climax on the Tilt-A-Whirl; she purred in my ear as the cotton candy machine whirred and the little children stared at us, and pushed me into the darkest corners of the haunted house to take my cock into her throat.

The final week of the fair brought with it a somber tone; Lina closed off once again, and there was less enthusiasm in our nights together. Of course we had seen and experienced everything in the carnival countless times; whatever there was to experience – rides to ride, food to eat, games to be played – was old hat to us now. The humming tension of our relationship had kept us going all summer, had brought us back nightly to continue our frenzied game of sexual hide and seek, but now in the final nights, something had fizzled.

I’d always known, in the back of my mind, that Lina intended to draw this thing out until the very last night of the summer. It was a game I was keen to play; as long as she devoured me so greedily and strung me along with her promiscuous games, I couldn’t stay away. But it had to reach its pinnacle at some point – surely this must lead to some unforgettable finish.

I lost all hope on the last night of the carnival, when Lina held my hand limply, and there was no electricity left between us; not even a spark. She seemed disengaged – both from me and the surroundings – and I had to accept that whatever glorious ending to the summer I had expected, it was not to be. Maybe Lina had been disappointed in me – and, in some way, I was not surprised to learn that I had failed her; this had all begun with a teddy bear, after all, a silly prize that I would have given away to anyone, had the prettiest girl in the world not happened to be standing there beside the ring toss booth in a moment of serendipity. I certainly hadn’t expected that lovely girl to drag me behind the first aid trailer and blow me; I was naïve, Lina’s voracious appetite completely foreign to me, and that encounter had awakened something fierce within me that would last forever.

We drifted apart at the gates of the fair, our fingertips no longer touching. I wondered again how this was supposed to end. Should I kiss her? Was that to be our final goodbye, the still-absent romantic kiss? Or would she peck me on the cheek and leave me standing there, alone and confused, defeated but resigned to a summer that had been good while it lasted?

It was the latter.

Lina’s kiss was still tingling on my cheek when she floated away into the fields, her white sundress fluttering behind her in the breeze. She didn’t turn to wave. There was no lingering glance. She was gone from my life without a word, as suddenly and bewilderingly as she had entered it.

The lights of the fair had dimmed already; vendors were shutting down, closing their hatches and windows, breaking down their tents and dismantling their booths to stow away for the winter, or perhaps to set up again in a warmer climate. The end of summer was undeniably upon us. As I stood there surrounded by balloons and colorful banners and the chatter of families exiting the gates, it began to rain.

I gazed into the fields again, knowing full well that Lina would not be there. The headlights of cars waxed and waned in the distance, and soon the rain was pouring hard enough that I couldn’t see them anymore. The crowds had disappeared in a hurry; tourists in tank tops and shorts had bolted for the safety and shelter of their homes. Even the workers around me had dismantled in a hurry. The carnival that had echoed around our melancholy good-bye was already little more than a paved wasteland of trash and dust.

I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Where did I have to go, really? The only permanent fixture of the fairgrounds – the lonely observation tower – stretched into the sky and seemed to beckon to me. I hunched my shoulders against the rain and strode through the emptying fields.

I pushed through the abandoned turnstile and climbed the endless flights of stairs to the top of the tower. Rain pelted me furiously; it was a warm rain, but I shivered as I stepped onto the sprawling observation deck.

Lina was there. Of course she was.

I should have known that this neverending game had not yet ended; in one far too casual twist, she reminded me that she was the puppet master and I, her willing puppet.

She had traveled through the rain just as I had, from a back route around the fair, and her sundress was now transparent, clinging to every little curve of her body. Her nipples pressed through the fabric with undeniable urgency. She stepped forward and took my shivering kartal escort bayan hands in hers. Her lips drew to my ear and she whispered two words:

“Your turn.”

Then her dress was on the deck and her body – naked from head to toe – stretched before me, wet and glimmering in the dull, rain-soaked light of the fading summer moon.

I needed no other invitation. My hands and mouth were on her – caressing her, exploring her, taking in every inch of her with an oddly measured hunger. Now that I knew how it ended – this summer of wild, uninhibited sexual appetite, every moment of the tantalizing, twisted game that had intoxicated me and left me powerless – it ended here, now. With her. With all of her.

Lina had less patience than I did, and grew anxious under my kisses. She grabbed my head and shoved it between her legs, and commanded me as she had weeks ago under the shadows of this very tower.

“Now,” she said.

In that first moment on the roller coaster when I’d entered her with my fingers, she had allowed me to do things to her – heady, scandalous things – and had betrayed no reaction. It had been about me – about her teasing me, not the other way around, even though my hand had been the one at work.

Now it was finally about her, and she needed no build-up to the moment. The summer had been her three-month-long selfish foreplay. She was swollen down there, utterly ready, waiting for me. She exhaled and arched her back as I slid two, three, four of my fingers inside. I leaned my head down and twirled my tongue around her clit. This was what I’d been waiting for, and I savored it – I tasted Lina for the first and only time, suckling at the scorching lips of her pussy. What I’d felt over the underwear at the top of the ferris wheel was now mine in the most stark and limitless way, open to anything I wanted.

She moved against me and my inexperience did not matter; she guided my mouth, her panting breaths telling me when to stop and when to go. Her scent, as sweet and mysterious as the rest of her, filled my nostrils. I licked and sucked and teased, pulling her legs over my shoulders and burying my face in her as I’d so desperately desired to do before. She was helpless before me, her most vulnerable part stretched wide and wanting and wet against my face.

I felt her building toward her peak; she arched and wriggled, and her breaths came in short, frantic gasps. Her excitement became mine and I grew dizzy with it; the summer – every moment of it – was nothing compared to this.

I didn’t get to taste her release. She pushed away. In one deft movement, Lina had curled away from me. Her face was uncharacteristically serious; there was no trace of that minx-like grin.

“I won’t” she said.

“Won’t what?” My mind raced. Her impending climax had been written in the tremors of her body – and still she had stopped it and stolen the power from me once again.

“I won’t come until you’re inside of me.”

She unzipped my pants with agonizing slowness – nothing like the voyeuristic frenzy I was used to – removed the rest of my clothes, and discarded them on the platform, and then she pushed me – hard – against the railing of the tower. Just like that night in the funhouse, with the guardrail biting into my ass, I was at Lina’s mercy. Only now we were a hundred and fifty feet above the ground, and she was climbing to straddle me, hooking her legs over the railing as she wrapped her arms around my neck and lowered herself onto my cock.

She enveloped me; the most delicious sea of heat and arousal washed over me as her body consumed every inch. This was different, completely different, from Lina’s mouth and the wet, hungry way it pulled at me again and again until I came. This was velvet – brushed velvet, encasing me, taking me to a place I’d never been before.

Her body was against mine – her tits pressed into my chest, arms circling my neck, hair nuzzling my face as she rode me, seductively, letting the weight of her body carry me deeper inside her. Lina tossed her head to the sky; the rain washed over her face, and she arched her back, opening herself. She bucked against me with slow, deep, savoring movements. I stood there at the top of the world, dangerously close to tumbling over the edge of the railing, as the center of my universe for the past three months – this devilish, irresistible little vixen with sparkling blue eyes and thick, tumbling hair – used me to her own dangerous devices.

I dropped my mouth to Lina’s nipple and gathered it in my teeth. She cried out. Her eyes, still trained on the heavens, flashed with surprise.

Then she laughed – a glorious, musical sound – and her muscles clenched around me. I had rendered her powerless for just one moment, and in that moment, all the months of tension, all the delicious games she had played and the gleeful torture she had put me through, fell by the wayside and she was caught off guard. She dug her fingernails into my back, clinging for dear life as the crescendo took her.

Her face slackened; she bucked against me, and the sight of her body loosening – her eyes closing in the peaceful throes of ecstasy as her pussy pulsated around me – pushed me to the brink.

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Summer Heat with the Boy Next Door

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Sweat slowly dripped down my body as I stared out of my bedroom window into his window. He paced around his room with his back towards me, fresh out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and his long, thin fingers ruffled his sweet, strawberry blonde hair. The small of his chiseled back from years of playing sports flexed with every ruffle and made my heart flutter but also jerk at the same time.

“Jade! Earth to Jade!” my best friend, Clara, hissed, reeling me back to reality. I stopped staring out the window and focused my attention to Clara, sprawled out on my floor only in a bra and panties, talking about how we were going to be freshmen in college next year. I glanced down at my body and felt a little inadequate. During our summer before college, her breasts grew larger and her waist thinner. She cut her chocolate brown locks into a sexy and sporty pixie cut and got her nose pierced with a small stud. Her splay of freckles on across her nose gave her an innocent touch but we both knew she was a wild one.

Although it was only us two, she wore a lacy, black push-up bra that made her big boobs even bigger and matching lacy, black panties. Ready to pounce at any time, she called it. I on the other hand, wore a plain white bra and grey boyshorts… my last clean pair. Although I wasn’t as hot as Clara, I definitely worked on my figure. My boobs were on the smaller side (think B cup) but I made up for it in a tiny waist, bigger butt, and thin legs. I usually covered my boobs with my long black hair that I rarely put up. I didn’t like to draw attention to them.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I can’t believe your air conditioning is broken. It’s like 100 degrees, Jade.”

“Tell me about it. I can’t breathe in here.”

“Pft. Yeah, and it’s not the air conditioning either.” She hopped up from the floor and scooched her body to the window. “You’re totally checking out Caiden. I mean seriously… If I lived next to that… I would too. Everyday. Like. You.” Clara glanced back at me with her playful blue eyes and devilish smirk.

I scrunched up my nose and rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I really like his body… but I hate his guts. We used to be best friends in elementary and the beginning of middle school but as soon as he grew a little he became an ass. Dropped me like a hot pie right out of the oven.”

“And you wish that was a cream pie.”



Although I was a little ticked off, I giggled because it was a little bit funny. “You know for my 18th birthday he texted me that he had a surprise for me, asked me to come to his house and then nothing. I waited there for like two hours like an idiot. It was so awkward. His parents let me into his room and I just waited there… and then I left. I had to say goodbye to them!”

“Did you snoop? Look on his computer? Find some porn? Maybe some white guy on Asian girl to fulfill his lifelong desire?” Clara asked excitedly.

“I wish. I honestly just fell asleep and when I woke up he wasn’t there. I assumed he bailed.”

We sat in silence for a little longer as we watched Caiden pick out some clothes. He was very picky about it, trying on four different outfits before settling for a plain grey t-shirt and a pair of black athletic shorts.

“You know… He’s having a party tonight at his pool. We should go. And you know what… We should dress you up like an Asian goddess and show him what he’s missing!” Clara declared. She jumped up from the floor and clapped her hands together. She twirled around and grabbed the rectangular glasses off my nose and set them aside. She fluffed out my thick black hair and began to giggle, running her fingers through my hair. I knew that I could never say no to one of Clara’s makeovers.

I glanced out the window one more time into Caiden’s window and gasped.


“It’s… nothing.” I looked down and my hands. I swore I saw Caiden’s icy blue eyes meet mine right before he stepped out of his room.


A few hours later of trial and error and bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, Clara pushed me in front of the mirror. I gasped. I really did look like an Asian goddess. My hair was pulled back in a slick and seductive pony tail that tickled my back. My eyebrows were expertly filled in and she made me wear bostancı escort bayan contacts. My almond-shaped eyes oozed sex appeal with her mastered smoky eye and long, extended fake eyelashes. My contouring and highlight were on point and made me look like an Instagram model and my lips were perfectly plumped and glossed.

“I-I-I can’t believe this is me. You are literally a magician, Clara!”

“Haha, I pulled out all the stops for this one. A little last revenge before we go to college.”

“Yeah, I think I need it.”

As the sun started to set, we began to hear a soft pumping of music coming from his backyard and people coming and going from his house. I picked a simple black triangle bikini and bottoms to match. Clara went all out with yet another push up bra bikini, lavender this time, and black bottoms. We checked ourselves in the mirror once more before giddily going over.

The party was already in full swing when we got there. Almost a hundred people or more were jam packed in Caiden’s living room, kitchen, and back patio. Everyone was wearing swimwear and danced to the music that was loudly pumping throughout the house. I honestly could feel my heart and bones shake with the music vibrating so loudly.

As Clara veered off into the kitchen to see some other friends of hers, I slowly stepped out into the backyard. As soon as the sticky, hot summer air touched my skin, I felt like everybody had stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I couldn’t hear the music anymore. All I heard was an ocean of nothingness in my ears. I swallowed heavily and continued to walk, meeting stunned expressions of my former high school classmates.

Before long, my eyes found a familiar pair of icy blue eyes. This time, they were even icier than usual. Caiden stood with some of his football teammates, who were also staring at me. While they didn’t hide their stunned expressions, his stoic face turned into a glare. He stared at me for what seemed like eternity and then snapped his head away in a second. What was his problem? Why was he ignoring me like this? It was definitely not what I expected from him. Granted, I wasn’t expecting him to flock to my side and beg me to be his but I wasn’t expecting him to pretend I wasn’t even there.

While Clara left early with a hot guy she snagged, I made small talk to my former classmates about which colleges we were going to, final good byes, and the good old days. Throughout the night, I couldn’t help but feel a certain pair of eyes boring into my skin and making me a little hotter down there. Eventually, the party died down but I somehow, didn’t want to leave. When the backyard emptied out, I sat down at the edge of the pool and dipped my legs in, inviting the warm, yet cooling, sensation of water. I slowly lowered my body in and laid on my back, looking up into the starry sky. I closed my eyes, a little disappointed that Caiden didn’t even notice me this whole time.

“Finally. It’s just us.”

Startled, I opened my eyes and saw his fine, handsome face staring down at me from above the pool.

“What? What do you mean?” I raised myself from my floating position and stared up at him.

“I know what you were trying to do, getting all glammed out. Everyone was talking about it, Jade. All the guys are probably gonna jerk off to it tonight,” Caiden scoffed.

A little smirk tugged at the corner of my lip. “You sound a little jealous there, Caiden,” I tempted. I thought he was going to turn around and storm off but he surprised me. Caiden jumped into the pool and a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me in close to his body. A little gasp escaped from my mouth as our faces were only a few inches away from each other, bodies pressed together tightly. Caiden’s eyes were bluer than usual with the pool’s illumination.

“Of course I was jealous,” he growled. Taken aback, my heart tugged towards him and I felt hotness between my legs. “God… You don’t want to know the things that were going through my mind. I couldn’t even keep looking at you because I was so fucking turned on.” His fingers crawled up my back and found the strings to my bikini top. He slowly pulled them and my top fell in between us, my breasts exposed to him.

I paused before saying anything. ümraniye escort I couldn’t say anything. My body wanted him to ravage me but my brain wanted me to leave. He ignored me when we were in high school together and now after I put on some makeup he’s making a move on me? “Yeah well you just like it because I look hot. You never batted an eye at me before,” I retorted, turning away and covering my breasts.

“That’s not true, Jade. Honestly, I prefer the regular you. The shy, cute one that never has her hair up.” I heard his arm reach up from the water and gracefully untied the ribbon that held my caged my hair. My hair brushed my bare back and I drew a breath in. I turned around and stared at him, letting my arms fall to my side. His eyes darted down to my exposed breasts, lingered for a moment, and stared back into my eyes.

“I just… Never got the timing right. I avoided you because I noticed how beautiful you were getting and I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know what I’d do if I got close to you. On your 18th birthday, I was going to tell you how I truly felt. Well, I got way too nervous and bailed the last second. I was going to tell you how beautiful you were and surprise you with your favourite cake… Confetti.”

I smiled a little. Confetti was my favourite.

Caiden took a step closer and pulled me back into his arms. I stared at his lips and then up his nose and into his eyes. He stared back at me for a little bit before he leaned in and kissed me. A jolt of electricity pulsed through my body. I kissed him back and grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his soft hair between my fingers. I opened my mouth a little bit and his hot tongue and breath entered. He explored it so expertly and our tongues gently danced before his tongue returned home and I let out a small groan.

I couldn’t help it and wrapped my legs around his waist. He lifted me up from the water onto the edge of the pool and untied the rest of my bikini. I leaned down and began to kiss him again as his hands found their way to my breasts, each of them fitting perfectly in his big hands. He thumbed over my already erect nipples and sent a shiver up my spine and a moan into his mouth. He pinched my nipples between his forefinger and thumb, rolling them gently, making me moan even more and feel even more hotness between my legs.

“Let’s… move over there.” I pointed to a lone padded lounge chair near the edge of the pool. Caiden raised himself out of the pool and his swimming trunks clung to the outline of his fully erect penis. My eyes bugged out at the big size, begging to be in me. He saw me staring and picked me up princess style, walking me over to the lounge chair.

Caiden gently laid me down and planted his hips between my open legs. We kissed again, this time, my tongue exploring his mouth. I focused on the sweet taste of his mouth as my hand traveled down his body and found his penis. I wrapped my hand around it and he let out a groan of pleasure.

I turned the tables on him and sat him on the lounge chair, pulling his trunks down, swiftly. I grasped his large member in my tiny hands and glanced up at him. Caiden reached out and stroked my hair, a warm smile on his face. My face inched closer to his penis and I slowly stuck my tongue out, feeling the soft, tight skin. He bit his bottom lip as I took more of him into my mouth. His penis felt cramped, too big to be in there but at the same time, right and fucking dirty. I began to bob my head slowly up and down, letting my tongue glide on the bottom of his shaft.

“Jade… Oh my god…” he whispered, his eyes intensely staring at me. I quickened my pace and his hands caressed the back of my head, encouraging me to take more even though I’d reached my limit. I groaned with every down stroke, my bottoms dampening. I couldn’t take it anymore and undid the strings of my bottoms. Immediately, the cool summer night air that caressed my exposed pussy, was taken by the feeling of a finger, gently running its way up and down my slit. I moaned into his penis, still in my mouth. Caiden stopped encouraging me with his other hand. He stood up from the chair and placed me on top instead.

He spread my legs, my vagina exposed to his eyes. He glanced up at me, reached up and placed one of his hands escort kartal on my breasts while the other made its way back to the moistness between my legs. I gasped, as his finger slowly entered my pussy. It felt like fireworks exploding and I couldn’t keep it in. I gasped and moaned uncontrollably. Caiden began to pump his finger in me while his lips made their way to my clit, slowly sucking, his tongue flicking.

“Ah… Ah… Ah… Caiden…” I moaned, unable to handle the pleasure and ecstasy that was pulsating through my body. My back arched with another pump of his finger, sending pleasure waves through and another moan escaped my lips as he let go of yet another suck of my clit. “I can’t take it anymore… I need you inside of me please…”

Caiden immediately stopped what he was doing and stood. He loomed over me and placed his arms on both sides of me. “Spread your lips for me,” he demanded. I obeyed, my fingers reaching down and gently spreading my labia lips, exposing my wet, creamy hole even more for him. Caiden inched his body closer to mine and grabbed his penis with his hand. He moved the tip up and down my groin and sent shivers down my spine. I bit my lip in anticipation, my body craving his penis in me with every little feeling and tingling I had.

“St.. st… stop teasing me already. I’ve waited freaking forever for this!” I hissed, irritated that he wasn’t in yet.

Caiden chuckled and stopped his tip touching the opening of my pussy where his finger had just fucked. “Yeah well me too,” he replied, finally, thrusting his hips forward, propelling his penis into me.

I moaned louder than I thought could ever come out of my body. Not just a shock, but a thunderbolt of ecstasy rattled through my body, making me moan, shiver, and yearn for more. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait as Caiden let out a low, grumbling growl. His eyes met mine again and I could see the lust that he had pent up inside for so long. He began to thrust again, with each thrust shaking my core and making moan so loud I swore I saw a neighbour’s light go on.

Caiden must have noticed to because he placed one hand over my mouth, a way for me to keep quiet. Well, two can play at that game. I opened my mouth and two of his fingers slipped in. They tasted like salt, chlorine, and my own juices. I closed my mouth and began to suck, staring him in the eyes. Caiden groaned even louder and his thrusts fastened. “Jade… Fuck… That’s so fucking hot.”

My hands made their way to his wrist and I held it tightly, opening my mouth, gasping for air and swirly my tongue around each finger, running it up and down. Caiden’s eyes lit up and his thrusts hit deeper in my walls. They squeezed the welcomed invader and sent messages of pleasure throughout my body making my body buck wide.

As he pumped away, the hotness in between my legs grew exponentially. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My legs began to quiver with anticipation and with his free hand, he gathered my juices and slowly thumbed my clit. I moaned once more a hot, flashing feeling engulfing me and pouring me over the edge. My vagina had a mind of its own and began to pulsate, wrapping its walls around his penis, pulling it in and in, never wanting to let go.

“Holy shit… Jade!” Caiden quickly left the warmth between my legs and climaxed himself, his hand once on my clit now around his penis. Semen flew out from his tip and the hot and sticky substance landed all over my breasts and abdomen. After he finished, Caiden flopped belly first next to me on the lounge chair. I took the hand I had in my mouth and swiped up a small sample of his cum to taste. Staring into his eyes, my tongue flicked out to taste the new substance. He shivered and bit his bottom lip, staring at the interaction. My tongue accepted the taste and I licked the rest off of his hand. I then used my own fingers to transport the rest of the cum from my body into my mouth.

“Fuck. Jade. Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Caiden whispered, grabbing a small lock of my hair and twisting it between his fingers. “That felt fucking amazing…”

“Yeah, well you tell me, Mr. Icy Eyes.” I reached over and brushed his soft, strawberry blonde hair out of his eyes.

Caiden chuckled and quickly sat up. He pulled me up with him and gently kissed me on the lips. “Well then, why don’t we head up to my room and make up for lost time.”

Hi everybody,

This is my first (and hopefully not my last) story here. I hope you enjoy it and CC is more than welcome!



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Sully Ch. 05

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I didn’t see Sully for a while after that night. For a while there I hung out in Brooklyn and an old friend introduced me to Joe Pepitone, the former Yankee first baseman. Peppi had just returned from Japan where he’d played for three years. But he told me the Japanese were too set in their ways for him. He was always a little wacky, so my guess was that they didn’t know what to make of him. Anyway he jumped the Yakult Sparrows in 1973. He was only hitting .163 at the time and that alone explains a lot. But he attracted cooze like nobody’s business, and I had a great time palling around with him. When I saw he was getting in with the wrong crowd I kinda drifted away back to Jersey. It turned out I was wrong about that, but we never hooked up again.

Anyway, this is about Sully and me, so . . . the next time I saw Sully was late May. He set me up with my tux and the time schedules for the pictures and all that shit and we went for our last get together before the wedding. This wasn’t his bachelor party–that came two nights later– it was kinda tame, especially for Jack. I mean, we saw to it that he got a blowjob from a Union City hooker, but it wasn’t the wild scene I thought it would be. Shit, I went home sober and alone.

Anyway, I was trying to find out what my prospects were for getting laid after his wedding.

“Don’t count on me and Shelly,” he said somberly.

“Are you kidding?”

“I’m serious, what happened, happened. But we’re getting married and I don’t want you fucking my wife.”

“Sure, Jack. That’s fine with me. I won’t do anything to fuck up your marriage. There are just too many broads around for me to be chasing after Shelly. Not that she’s unattractive or nothing like that. Understand?”

“Right. Lemme tell ya somethin,'” he said, slurring his words a little. This wedding is gonna set me up for life.”

“You telling me Shelly’s rich?”

“No, no, nothing like that. My old man.”

“What about him?”

“He’s gonna give me ten or fifteen grand to buy a business.”

“Hell! That’s great news, Jack. Anything in mind?”

“Sure,” he said and glanced around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. He lowered his voice and said, “An ice cream parlor in Kearny.”

“An ice cream parlor?”

He grinned and took a swallow from his drink. “Yeah. One block from Sister Theresa’s Academy.”

“The all girls Catholic School, right?”

“That’s the one. All that pussy coming and going all day long. I saw ’em. Couldn’t believe how many popped in and out of there while I was checking the business out.”

“How you find out about the place?”

“My old man.”


“He knows the owner. They go way back. Guy’s got cancer. Wants to unload at a fair price and if word gets out the buyers will lowball him. My father didn’t want that. He asked him how much he needed and told me I could have the dough if I wanted a business of my own.”

“Sully, I always said you were one lucky bastard. Congratulations again. First you find a great girl, now you got a head start in life too.” I put my arm around his shoulder and even kissed him on the head. Then we got roaring drunk.


It was a typical wedding. Two hundred or more guests, most from Sully’s side. I learned that Shelly had a very small family and that only a few of her friends were making the trip from Philly to Jersey City. As best man, I was to be paired up with Tracy, the Maid of Honor. I wasn’t getting laid there. She was engaged and her boyfriend was going to be there.

Now I had banged Sully’s kid sister Megan a couple years before, but between college and my baseball career it went nowhere. She was 21 now and probably in her last year of college. I figured all that time would make a big difference and besides, the family would be there. Nope, I eliminated her as a sex partner for the big night.

There were other bridesmaids that I hadn’t met and of course the wedding guests would have several candidates so all in all, I was looking forward to having a good time and getting laid too.

After meeting the bridesmaids, a boffo breasted redhead named Maureen Connolly from Philadelphia, actually, Allentown, became my target. Red haired and fair skinned, with just enough cleavage showing in her gown to produce a nifty bulge in my pleated trousers. And, I detected an interest on her part, catching her sneaking glances my way at dinner the night before the wedding. But, I played it cool and continued checking out the other female guests.


Well, the wedding was a big success, going off without a hitch. Sully’s sister Megan surprised me in that she’d grown more beautiful as she matured. She gave me a light kiss after the wedding as we waited to have our pictures taken, but then seemed to avoid me. I didn’t notice her attached to any particular guy so I kept an eye on her. Then, at the reception we danced and . . . but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The reception had just barely started when my Sully’s mother leaned over my shoulder. “James, it’s so good to see you again.”

“Thank you Mrs. Sullivan.

“Please, call me Cathy, we’re all bostancı escort bayan adults now.”

Okay. Cathy it is. You look lovely.”

“Now it’s my turn to thank you. I must admit it is nice for such an old woman like me to receive a complement from a young man.”

Her rather full breast pressed into my shoulder instantly reviving my adolescent lust for her body. I grinned at her as I recalled the many times I’d jerked off thinking about her.

“Oh, come on Mrs. Sullivan, err, Cathy, you’re one of the best looking women here.” I was serious. In her early forties she still looked good.

“Go on with you,” she said, obviously pleased with my mild flirtation. “Now how is it that you haven’t found yourself a beauty and settled down?”

“Putting me on the spot, eh?”

“No! It’s just that . . . from my view, you’re a fine catch and many girls should be trying to get you to ask the big question.”

“Well, I’m not gay,” I said needlessly.

Embarrassed, Mrs. Sullivan put some space between us and said, “Why, I never intended to . . . James, I’ve never thought that of you.”

I laughed. “Only teasing Mrs. Sullivan, err, Cathy. I’m just . . .”

I thought better of what I was about to say and shifted gears. “I’m still chasing the girls. Haven’t given much thought to settling down yet.”

“I understand,” she said. There must be plenty of them after you though,” she said kind of wistfully, I thought.

“That’s the truth.”

“And,” her breast was back, pressing its weight against me. “Is there anyone special here this evening?”

“No, but I’m Irish and it’s a party. I’ll find a female companion for the evening, I’m sure.”

Mrs. Sullivan leaned forward and kissed me then, trying for my mouth, but only catching my cheek. I excused myself from the table before she could continue and went to the open bar and requested a scotch and water. As I sipped the drink I watched the couples on the dance floor.

Shelly and Jack were dancing slowly, cheek-to-cheek. I watched them for a moment and finally was forced to admit that I was more than a little jealous. They made a very attractive couple. I was asking myself when the hell I was going to settle down when a soft feminine voice whispered in my ear, “So when are you getting married?”

I squeezed my glass tightly and turned to see who it was. Maureen’s brilliantly red hair framed her freckled face.

“Maureen,” she said with a big smile.

“Oh, I know who you are. I’m wondering why you posed the question.”

She laughed and it had a very likeable lilt to it. “I’m sorry,” she said feigning a rueful expression. “I overheard Mrs. Sullivan giving you the ‘why aren’t you married yet’ routine.'”

It was my turn to laugh. I put my drink down and said, “Would you like to dance, or might I get you a drink?”

Her green eyes sparkled. “A drink would be great. We can dance later, okay?”

“Certainly. Be right back. Oh, champagne?”

Her tongue licked her lips for a moment before she replied. “The bubbly, by all means.”

I ‘borrowed’ a bottle of Brut from the bar and we sat down and listened to the band. I refilled her glass several times, managing to empty mine a couple times too. There were more people dancing than sitting and when Maureen moved her chair closer my dick began to swell. When she casually draped her hand over my leg it became fully erect.

“Don’t ask me to get you another glass,” I murmured into her ear.

“Well, why not? I haven’t had that much and this is a party.”

“I guess it’s the proximity of being next to a ravishing redhead, or maybe it’s your hand . . . but I’ve got a woody that won’t quit.”

Her cheeks turned red. Then the most lascivious smile I had ever seen broke out across her face.

“Wanna dance?” She said, her voice was low and husky. Translated it sounded like she’d said, “Wanna fuck?”

I took a lingering peek down the front of her dress.

“They’re all mine.”

“I can see that.”

Her hand brushed over my hardon. “And that’s all you too,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Nothing fake about us,” I said with difficulty, for my throat was dry.

Just then, the band began to play a slow ballad. We moved in tandem to the dance floor and I took her into my arms. Maureen reached up and placed her hands around my neck, mine followed her lead and lightly gripped her waist. When her belly pressed against me I moaned softly and dropped my hands to just below her hips. A moment later, they were comfortably squeezing her ass as she ground her pelvis into my erection.

Maureen leaned her head against my chest and as I inhaled the dizzying fragrance of her hair, she lifted her head and nipped my earlobe. I pulled her tighter and heard her sigh. Oh, she felt good, pressing her chest against mine, and when my leg went between hers she gave an extra hump by minutely thrusting her pussy into me. I was on cloud nine.

There was no doubt Maureen couldn’t feel my dick jabbing her. And then the music stopped and we had no choice but to return to our seats. Maureen declined my offer of ümraniye escort another drink, but I needed one, actually two.

“Would you like to go somewhere?” I asked lamely.

“Now?” she replied.

“Well . . .”

“No. Oh, it’s not you James, it’s . . . all those people watching us.”

I wondered had she gone shy all of a sudden? After all, she made more moves on me than I had on her. Then things became clearer.

She blushed, and said, “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

“No, no.” I said quickly.

“Well . . . perhaps you can help.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Her blush turned even deeper, almost matching her hair.

“Oh, you . . . stop that!”

“I haven’t started anything,” I protested.

“You know, ” she said as if I did know.

“Okay, how can I help you?”

Before answering she peeked around and surveyed the room. No one was looking. “I need some help with my zipper. It’s stuck.”


She turned and indicated her back. Sure enough the zipper was open, but not so much as to cause a great deal of embarrassment. And it occurred to me that women usually went to the ladies room in pairs to resolve problems of this nature. She had to be scheming to get me alone for another reason and relief flooded over me. I knew what it was.

“Let me see,” and I moved closer.

“Not here, silly! Everyone can see us. Let me go first then you follow, okay?”


Maureen got up and walked out of the reception area. When she turned the corner I followed at a discreet distance.

“Psssst! Come this way, over here,” she said. She was standing inside the door to the maintenance closet, not the rest room as I had thought. Tugging my arm, she drew me inside. I found the light switch and closed the door behind me.

Damned if she hadn’t scouted the place out. There was a chair against the wall, some brooms and a mop and pail. That left plenty of room for us.

“Why don’t you sit down James.”

I sat down. She turned and faced away from me, then sat on my lap. She split her legs, putting my outstretched legs between hers.

“It’s the zipper. I can’t seem to get it down.” She bent forward and put both her hands on the inside of my thighs as if for support. I felt her pelvic bone rubbing against me.


“Something wrong?”

“No. Would you see if you can get it?”

“Sure, sure,” I managed to mumble. I put my fingers on the little metal tab and pulled. The zipper unzipped cleanly right to the top of her ass without snagging once.

“Hmmmmm,” I said quietly.

“That’s unbelievable,” she said, notwithstanding that I’d zipped in the wrong direction.


“No,” she said, “I’ve had such trouble with it. You wouldn’t believe.”

“Well these things happen, Maureen, sometimes . . .”

“Kiss me,” she whispered, turning and kissing me hard on the mouth. I pulled her against me, hungrily responding. My dick was straining for release. I pressed it against her and began rubbing it against her thigh. She gasped and pulled off my tuxedo jacket. My hands moved to her thighs and she parted her legs giving me access.

I kissed her ears and her neck, nibbling down her throat, biting at the pulse in her neck. She leaned back and groaned, thrusting her chin up in the air. I kissed back to her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth as she pulled my shirt out of my pants and began to open it up.

“I know, I know,” I said, as her fist clenched my cock and slowly jerked me up and down.

She released me and stood up, slightly hunched over and reached between her legs for the zipper of my pants. She grasped the tab, pulled and it slid smoothly down and my dick popped out. Her clasping fingers found my erection and began jerking me off.

Maureen wasn’t wasting any time.

“You’re so big,” she whispered.

“Would you care to kiss it?”

“In a minute okay?” She continued to jerk me off, not rushing mind you, but taking her sweet time.

“Sure, take your time.” I wasn’t going anywhere. To help pass the time I reached both hands inside the bodice of her gown and snaking them around under her bra and lifted her tits out of their confinement.

“I’d like it if you squeezed them,” she said while hoisting her gown up around her waist and pulling her panties aside. “Unfortunately, we don’t have much time.”

“Ummm,” I managed as she ran her fingers through my hair and began kissing the top of my head. I lifted her up and moved over to the large sink and sat her down.

“Hold on for balance,” I whispered.

“Oh, yeah,” she gasped. “Hurry! Do me good baby!”

Her white stockings ended about halfway up her thigh, revealing her soft, pale flesh. I kissed her thigh and she moaned with anticipation and put her hands on the back of my head.

I could smell her sexual readiness. I put my hands on her hips to steady her and began to slowly kiss my way up the inside of her thigh, nibbling and biting, inching higher and higher. My lips tugged at her flesh, my tongue darted and licked. She gasped and I groaned at the beauty of it all. escort kartal My hand was between her legs tugging her pubic hair, stroking the fat folds of her labia.

She moaned softly. “Oh, yes… oh, yes!”

“One sec! Wait!” She moaned, and with an acrobatic motion, raised her ass just enough to slip her panties off so they wound up dangling from her right foot.

I couldn’t resist the temptation of tasting her and buried my face between her legs. I kissed her thick, swollen labia, then spread her folds with my tongue and licked up and down as if she were an ice cream cone melting on an August afternoon.

“Oh, baby, that feels so gooood!” She groaned loudly.

Using one hand to wrestle with the folds of her gown, I pushed it up so that she could look down and watch. I wanted her to see her legs draped over my shoulders; see my face burrowing between her legs; see my tongue nuzzling in the hot nest below her reddish pubic hair.

“Jesus, James!” She wailed as my tongue began toying with her swollen clit already stiff against the tip of my tongue. I gave her darting, little licks all around it, up the sides, swirling in circles around it. Then I drew it back and forth in slow, languid strokes.

She cried out, arched her back and thrust her hips up. She clasped her hands together on the back of my head and ground my face in her mushy cunt.

Wrapping my lips around her surprisingly long clit, I began to suck.

“Oh, baby, oh, baby!” She keened. “That’s . . . that’s soooo nice!”

I continued teasing her and adding to her pleasure until I felt a need to switch to another activity. I saw her cunt partially open, awaiting me and slid my tongue back down between her parted folds and touched the very tip of my tongue to the her entry and left it there.

“Oh, God! I can’t stand it!” She groaned.

“Do it!”

“Do what?”

“Eat meeee!

I left my tongue there, savoring the taste of her copious fluids, then swirled it around, just barely inside of her. I could feel the juices running out of her, dribbling down my chin. I licked back up to her clit and then back down again, dragging my tongue up and down between her folds. She tasted so good. I wanted it to last forever. But my cock was crying out to go inside her, screaming for release. I pushed my mouth against her clit again and brought my hand up between her legs. I sent my index finger probing up and down her labia as I sucked her clit. A high-pitched whining sound came from her throat and I knew she was close to coming.

I drew my finger from her thigh to her vagina before slipping it inside her. Maureen was breathing unbelievably fast and when she gasped as I drew my finger out of her I thought she was going into a convulsion, but continued sucking on her clit. Her moans began to grow louder as the pace of my finger’s movement grew faster. I slid a second finger in and she jerked her head forward, slamming into mine. I think we both saw stars for a moment.

“Goddamn!” I exclaimed, my eyes white with pain.

“Oh, my head! My head!” Maureen whooped.

“Are you all right?”

“I think so,” she said rubbing her forehead.

“Please . . . I’m soooo close . . .”

“Yes,” I said, still wincing, “I’ll hurry,” and resumed eating her out.

Had we been videotaped, I’m sure my tongue would have been a blur as it flickered lightning-like over her clit. The small room was quiet except for the wet sucking sounds my fingers made sliding in and out of her.

Maureen leaned back, grabbing fistfuls of my hair for balance. She was shuddering, right at the edge of coming.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh!”

I stopped and pulled my fingers out of her slushy cunt.

“No! Don’t stop! Oh, please don’t stop!” she pleaded.

I pushed myself up and kissed her hard on the mouth, letting her taste her own sweet honey. Her nipples stood jutting out at me. I cupped her right breast to my mouth and began sucking on her nipple.

“Come on, baby. Fuck me!”

“Put it in . . .”

“Please fuck me!”

But I persisted in squeezing her tit and nipping at her tantalizing strawberry tip.

“I can’t take it!” She moaned, almost slipping off the maintenance sink but quickly grabbed hold of it with both hands and steadied herself. I took hold of my cock and guided it between her legs, rubbing the tip of it against her clit, smearing my pre-come with her pussy juices. She closed her green eyes and leaned back.

“Put it in, please!”

“Christ I want to feel you inside me!”

The time was right . . . I guided my cock down between her pussy lips and then roughly shoved it all the way inside of her. We both cried out at this entry. She was tight and unbelievably warm and when her vaginal muscles began squeezing me from the get-go, I almost lost it and came.

I resorted to doing the multiplication table as I pumped in and out, while Maureen held onto the sink with both hands, a grimace across her face as she strained to exert her muscles.

I watched her face with one hand on her hip and the other on a breast, squeezing and fondling it. I loved the expressions she made. I loved the soft, sweet sounds of her voice moaning with pleasure. I looked down and watched my wet, hard cock disappearing and reappearing between her legs. I moved my hand from her hip to her clit, rubbing it with my thumb as my cock reamed her out.

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Summer Ch. 17

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Chapter 17 Sue goes swimming

Sue was still deeply troubled by the changes this summer had wrought in her life and in herself and she was still trying desperately to come to terms with her burgeoning sexuality, trying to make sense of the mores and conventions that she was breaking with an easy recklessness in her newfound sexual freedom. Nothing she had ever done had affected her so profoundly or completely as discovering the joy of sex, it had rocked her to her very foundations. She loved it, loved losing her clothes, opening her legs; being touched and taken, being wanted, and being desired.

She was no fool, she knew where this path could lead and the possible consequences of her actions, and reactions, to the situations she found herself in, or quite possibly to the situations she perhaps knowingly put herself in. So far she had enjoyed every situation she had found herself in Even the scary one with the usher at the cinema had, in retrospect, turned her on and she had walked away from each on a sexual high that had left her wet and weak. Nothing had stilled her desire for more. She had enjoyed the scary fringes of her sexuality almost as much she had enjoyed the safe, warm and wonderful, sex in bed she had enjoyed the previous night; and she had loved it, she loved it all including the frisson that the edge of safety brought and that worried her. She began to wonder if she was normal

Despite the fact that technically she had only lost her virginity the previous evening the list of men who now had had intimate knowledge of her body was growing with a rapidity that alarmed her. .She needed a little space, a little time to think, so she packed her towel and swimming costume into her duffel bag and slipped out of the house and caught a bus into town. She walked the short distance to the local swimming baths. Her heart fell when she turned the corner and saw the queue outside the baths. In the hot weather it seemed like half the town had the same idea and the queue for the next ‘session’ was already long, snaking back around the front of the building. Despite her reservations when she saw the queue begin to move she joined on to the end and slowly shuffled forward with the rest.

Once inside she changed into her one piece black swimsuit and made her way to the pool. The noise of people under the arched roof of the pool was fierce and she almost turned back, this was not the quiet venue she had been looking for; but she had paid her money and the water, although already crowded, looked cool and inviting. She made her way down the length of the pool, past the screaming and splashing kids and families to the sectioned off area where the ‘lane swimmers’ go.

This half the pool was roped off into lanes for the serious swimmer, the people who wanted to swim shortened lengths. Even this section was crowded but Sue lowered herself into the water, catching her breath at the sudden chill, and pushed off, weaving through the swimmers, aiming vaguely for the other side.

Sue swam a slow confident breast stroke and after a while the rhythmic exercise and the water began to have a soothing effect on her. “This was a good idea after all’ she thought to herself, feeling her muscles begin to unwind and her mood begin to lift. She had almost switched off, lost in her thoughts when suddenly someone swimming in the opposite direction came too close and their hands briefly touched. The touch was fleeting and she vaguely heard a man’s receding voice call ‘Sorry’ as he swam past and away. This first time she gave the incident no thought, just an accident, the pool being so busy.

As she made her slow turn at the end of her lap she look for the man who had touched her, if she could recognise him from the fleeting contact, but he was lost somewhere in the press of swimmers. Settling back into her stroke again she tried to concentrate on relaxing again but the casual touch had disturbed her and she found her waiting to see if he would pass by again

This time she was sure that the touch was deliberate, a brief touch on the arm, a quick blurred vision of the swimmer as he passed. Yet somehow this time she was sure that the touch had been intentional, she could feel his fingers as they slid down her arm, somehow an implied caress more than an accidental touch.

She began to look for him in the press of swimmers but it could have been any one of the numerous men around her. She slowed down to give herself more time to look. When she turned at the end of her length she spotted him, he was smiling at her as he swam towards her with a strong, confident stroke. She knew instinctively it was him, he was watching her, half smiling as he narrowed the distance between them, swimming straight for her..

He closed the distance quickly, a much faster swimmer than her. And as they close with each other she found herself looking away, strangely embarrassed by his easy, confident gaze. bostancı escort bayan As she raised her eyes she found she was suddenly looking directly into his pale blue eyes and she quickly looked away again. From that first glace she ascertained that he was quite obviously older than her, not a great deal but enough to allow him the arrogance of staring.

This time, as he swam past, he deliberately made contact, stroking his hand down her arm, upper arm to shoulder, deliberate and slow. This time there was no hurried call of ‘sorry’.

Sue was shocked and yet intrigued, the sudden unlooked for intimacy both repelled and attracted her with equal measure. She wanted to know more. When she turned again at the end of her length she immediately looked for him, trying to pick him out from the mass of bobbing heads. When she finally recognised him she saw that he had already turned and was closer to her than she expected, swimming easily, strongly, quickly closing the gap, coming up quickly behind her.

As they closed again she could see that his eyes were still fixed deliberately on her and her heart suddenly began to beat a little faster and she felt that first slow tingle in her nerves, the first brief flicker of interest; this man was stalking her. She pushed off from the side and swam slowly straight towards him, accepting the challenge, watching to what he would do.

He kept eye contact, swimming almost directly at her, passing her so closely that she had to shorten her stroke to avoid him. This time his hand brushed the outside of her thigh and briefly up onto and over her bottom before he was passed her again. She gasped at the audacity, a definite and deliberate stroke, a glancing intimacy that would only be possible in a crowded swimming pool; and her stroke faltered, as she wallowed in the wake of his passing. She looked over her shoulder but he was already at the end of the lane and again she feels the first stirrings of arousal, the small flame that comes with the awareness of interest, the sudden flicker of warmth that the sudden and unexpected presence of possibility presents.

She swam slowly, acutely aware of the intimacy of his last touch, her breath somehow catching in her throat, her body suddenly alive In anticipation of his next move.

She was aware that he was now behind her somewhere; drawing closer, closing the distance. At the end of the lane she paused for a moment, holding onto the rail at the side of the pool to catch her breath. She casually looked around to see where he was when suddenly he was there beside her, holding onto the rail next to her. His wash hit her in the face and she turned her head away. “Sorry” he smiled coming to a stop at the side of her, holding on to the rail with one hand, “Going a bit too fast I think.”

“Not a problem” she said, wiping her face with her hand, taking her time to get a good look at him. Close to she realised that he was actually older than she had first thought but he was one of those men who is difficult to pin an age to and as he held the rail next to her she could see his well muscled arms and upper torso, the physique of a regular and dedicated swimmer “Sorry if I bumped you back there. I’m a little out of practice, I don’t breaststroke that much anymore.”

She looked at him, unsure of how to respond. “You swim well“ she said and he shrugged depreciatingly, “better than me anyway,” she finished, tailing off lamely, suddenly intimidated by the sheer size of the man beside her, he seemed to dwarf her somehow, make her feel small.

He paused and studied her for a moment, “I swim a lot,” he said at length, “always have. I enjoy it. And you?” He enquired, his eyes moving slowly over her face, her shoulders and then, conspicuously, down to what he could see of her breasts and figure below the waterline. With his eyes clearly appraising her body Sue again felt that familiar sexual lurch in her stomach; the one that always seemed to happen when someone desired her; and this man was making no bones about his interested in her. He swung closer, the water drifting his body into casual contact with hers. “Oops” he said with a smile, making no attempt to move away, “Sorry”.

Sue smiled back, suddenly unsure in front of this man’s obvious and easy predatory confidence. Beneath the water his hand moved onto her hip as if to steady himself as another wave from yet another swimmer pushed them together again. This time he made no apology or attempt to move away, to give her space, to stop crowding her with his casual intimacy. The hand stayed there, just resting on the top of her hipbone, holding her waist, casually and easily.

Sue looked around, they were surrounded by people and yet somehow the pool seemed suddenly empty and quiet. She was only aware of the stranger and his softly resting hand. “Do you swim much?” He asked, his hand now gently feeling at her waist, moving ümraniye escort over her with an easy, confident, familiarity. “It feels as if you do.” he said, acknowledging his intimate touch, giving credence to his exploration of her waist, “or at least you seem to work out.”

“Not much,” she said quietly, aware that his fingers were now gently exploring the shape of her hip and the soft outside curve of her bottom, briefly touching the bare skin below the leg of her costume, “but I exercise a lot.”

“I can tell that,” he said, his hand moving higher, stealing softly up her ribcage, feeling the shape, his thumb briefly touching the underside of her breast. “Not an ounce of fat on you, anywhere,” he said openly stroking back down her flank, armpit to thigh, savouring the feel of her, gentling, talking quietly and taking control. Sue looked around again; no one was paying them the least attention. Two swimmers touched the wall alongside him and turned at a fast crawl and pushed away again. As if to get out of their way he slowly swung himself around her as if to shield her from the crowd

He gripped the rail on either side of her, enclosing her, his body pressing up against her from behind, his body warmth turning the water cold, bringing her out in sudden goose bumps. He moved against her, his whole body softly pressing up against her back, his penis, unmistakably hardening, rubbing up against her bottom. He made no attempt to move, just held himself there, gently pressing up against her back letting her feel his erection.

Sue bit her lip, the warmth of him, their bodies touching, moving with the water, was unbelievably erotic. She hung her head slightly. He let go of the rail with one hand, holding himself in place with the other and placed his arm easily but deliberately around her waist, his hand on her tummy. He gently pulled her closer, back, into his body, making his erection impossible to ignore. He spread his fingers wide, experimenting, exploring her tummy. Her acceptance of the intimacy, his hand on her tummy, signalled her acquiescence to the act and his fingers moved in ever widening circles, each movement slowly expanding his area of permissible familiarity with her body.

“See,” he said quietly, his hand soft on her tummy, his mouth almost at her ear, “not a trace of fat anywhere.” Sue nodded vaguely, his warm body behind her and his arms encircling her created an intimacy from which it was hard to escape. He explored her tummy for a while longer moving the material of her costume over her skin, pulling the material tight as his hand moved over her with a blind, easy confidence; brushing lightly at the underside of her breasts and then travelling down to the top of her pubic mound. His hand travelled where it wanted, casually expanding its license, anesthetizing her objections. She relaxed against him, his voice warm in her ear, the noise and bustle of the pool faded from notice.

His hand cupped her breast, softly, naturally and she closed her eyes, feeling his warmth soak through the thin material of her swim suit. He squeezed gently and she felt her nipple harden at his touch. He covered her breast, moulding it with his fingers, softly at first but gradually gaining confidence; her silence giving her consent to this latest advance. He found her nipple, his fingers teasing it, drawing it out through the thin material. She pressed her legs together as he played with her, amazed at how sensitive she felt as he teased her nipple erect, making it stand hard and proud, eager for his touch.

As if to make sure that it had not been an accident that she had allowed him the freedom of her breast his hand moved across to her other breast; squeezing gently, taking hold of her other nipple, drawing it erect and hard. She shivered and closed her eyes, his hand the sole focus of her attention, her breasts glowing, her nipples painfully hard. He laughed and pressed his erection against her bottom and instinctively she pressed back drawing a deep and liquid chuckle from him and he squeezed her breast in response.

He ran his hand up and over her chest to her throat, caressing the soft taut skin of her neck and she almost purred as she raised her chin for his to caress her. No one had ever taken possession of her like this. He pulled her back into him, his hand around her throat, his strength, his control, his masculinity almost overpowering her.. Then, as his hand moved back down over her chest, without warning, he hooked a finger into the front of her swimming costume and in one easy movement he simply drew the top down over her breast. She gasped at his audacity and her sudden exposure although she made no attempt to stop him. Startled, she looked down at her naked breast, its shape shifting and swirling just below the surface of the water. She stared at it as if it belonged to someone else She thought it quite beautiful, her nipple roseate escort kartal and enlarged against the sheer white of her breast, detaching itself and rejoining as the water played tricks on her perception. They stayed like that for a few moments, holding their collective breath in quiet anticipation of a reaction, until, receiving none. his hand moved up and cupped her naked breast.

“Are you OK?” he asked quietly, his hand now fully exploring her naked breast, moving over it, feeling its shape. She nodded silently, his fingers finally finding and teasing her soft, sensitive nipple. She shivered involuntarily as his fingers released their hold and then, pulling the remainder of her costume down completely below her breasts his hand slowly moved across to her other breast. He cupped it slowly and deliberately, taking possession easily, naturally. She felt as if his hand had always been there, holding her. Cupping her breast in the palm of his hand his long nimble fingers teased her nipple erect. “Beautiful nipples” he said at last.

“Thanks” she responded, unable to think of anything else to say, her eyes closed, concentrating only on the feeling of his fingers at her breasts.

He continued to manipulate her, teasing her nipples out between his fingers, pulling first one, then the other, before cupping and kneading her breast. She could do nothing, she was lost in the intimacy of the moment, the feeling of his fingers, his erection hard against her bottom, the curtain of intimacy created by his arms around her, his hand gripping the rail, blocking out the rest of the world. She rested her head back into his shoulder, her breath slowly becoming ragged. “Can you stand?” he asked, his hand relinquishing her breast to hold the rail again. She put her feet down,

“Just,” she said.

“Good, stand there,” and as soon as her feet touched the floor his hand left the rail and cupped her breasts again. His hand was hot against her skin, She was amazed at how turned on she was, her nipples ached to be touched. She could still feel his penis, hard, against her bottom and she softly pushed back into it.

His hand released her breast again and slowly travelled down across her tummy and then back to her hip, almost as if helping her, steadying her. She looked down at her naked breasts, pale and free below the water, almost floating, her erect nipples clearly visible to anyone taking the trouble to look. She felt his hand move down off her hip until it rested on her bare skin at the top of her leg. She shivered at his touch, his casual intimacy with her, his knowledge of her needs, absolutely compelling. Suddenly his fingers slipped under the thin material of her swimsuit and in one movement came to rest on her pubic hair, his hand confidently cupping her mound, his fingers finding and following the shape of her sex. She started and made to move away. “Wait,” she said without conviction, “you can’t…” but his fingers had already found their way down between her legs and were softly feeling between the folds of her labia, opening her up.

“Beautiful,” he said and she gasped as his fingers slipped inside her.

His fingers curled back against her pelvic bone, holding her close, pulling her back against him; he was showing his mastery of her and the situation, holding her there, pinning her in position for his further use and inspection. She moaned and opened her legs as the sensations speared up through her. Even had she wanted to she could not have moved away, she was held, impaled, she could now only follow the dictates of his fingers. She gripped the rail until her knuckles went white with the effort. His free arm came around her and cupped her breast again while his thumb found her already erect clitoris and brushed lightly across it. Sue sagged, she gripped the rail so tight she thought her fingers might break, oblivious now to everything except the feeling of those wonderful fingers buried deep between her legs and the others at her breast.

He laughed quietly, his breath spilling hot against her ear, “You like that don’t you?” She nodded, the sensations spiralling up through her from her groin. He gripped her harder and she groaned, her legs feeling weak. She gripped his arm and her head fell forward almost to the water and he laughed again. She looked down her body at his hand at her naked breast, her nipple between his fingers and the other hand inside her swimsuit, moving between her legs, all in motion, swirling with the patterns of the ripples and the shining of the lights on the water.

His fingers began a steady movement inside her, his thumb stroking the hard nub of her clitoris. She was lost and she cried out. The sensation, building with such rapidity that it took her breath away. His fingers continued to move inside her, opening her up, dazzling her, blinding her to everything except the sensation. She rode his fingers, the probing intimacy of his embrace and she cried out, a soft burst of joy at the wonderment of what he was doing to her and then she came; a brief wracking explosion of feeling that left her weak and dazed, hanging on to the rail and his arm to stop herself from sliding down beneath the water.

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I was leaning over the table when he entered the cafe, rummaging through my bag for a file. I glanced up as he walked in, and noticed that he had paused just inside the doorway. The sunlight reflected off his purposely mussed grey hair, and his stubble gave him an intentionally rugged look. And then I noticed that the neck of my shirt was gaping open as I leaned low to reach in my bag; his eyes were trained on my pale breasts encased in black lace, exposed to his view.

I looked at him over the top of my glasses. He was standing still, his lips ever so slightly parted as he blatantly stared at my breasts. It occurred to me that I should be offended by his stare, but instead I was instantly aroused. Finally coming to my senses, I stood up straight and he snapped out of his stupor.

A blush rose under his dark skin as his eyes moved to mine. His smile caught me off guard; I had expected him to be embarrassed about getting caught checking out a stranger in a coffee shop.

I returned the smile without thinking. He looked to be nearly 20 years my senior, but he was handsome and something about him was downright sexy. His attention, and obvious appreciation, was flattering.

He walked to the counter to place his order, and I sat down to continue working. I thought it would end there, an insignificant encounter. My attention returned to the work spread out on the cafe table, until he sat down at the table next to me, facing my way. He placed his laptop on the table, but his eyes were on me.

Feeling his gaze, I looked over. He commented how the weather was finally warming up after a long winter. Just like that, the ice was broken. Work and laptops were neglected as we sipped coffee and chatted like we’d known each other for years.

I couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze wandered to my cleavage. He seemed nice, respectful despite his hungry gaze. I guess that’s why I smiled and flirted, casually leaning forward to let him see further down my shirt.

It grew dark outside, and he mentioned that perhaps it was time to go. I agreed that I had been there long enough. We stood and packed our bags, my skirt riding high on my thighs as I leaned to put away my files. He waited as I shrugged into my suit jacket, the black pinstripes framing my breasts against the light blue shirt. We walked towards the exit and he opened the door for me, placing his hand on the small of my back as I walked past him. It was our first physical contact and the possessive nature of it made me flush.

Our cars were both parked in the same corner of the lot, and we walked together, neither of us commenting on how odd it was that two strangers might be so friendly.

Unlocking my car, I tossed my bag onto the passenger seat. I wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. It had been ages since I felt such a strong attraction to someone, and never to someone I had just met. Would he ask for my number? If he did, should I give it to him, a total stranger?

He was standing close to my car, close to me, when I turned back towards him. He wasn’t a particularly big man, but his presence was commanding. I estimated him to be about 5’9″, wearing dark jeans and a black sweater that showed off a lean physique. I couldn’t quite place his age. I would guess perhaps he was in his late 40s, his face youthful but lined around his eyes. His grey hair stood in stark contrast to his brown skin.

He asked me if I had to hurry home to a boyfriend. Smiling, I said, “No. Is your girlfriend or wife waiting for you?”

He raised his left hand, showing me the lack of a ring on his finger. “No, no girlfriend and no wife.”

I gazed up at him. He was still about 6″ taller than me despite my 3″ heels. He took a step closer to me and I resisted the urge to back away. The look in his eyes was predatory. I was suddenly reminded of a big cat, stalking its prey.

I saw his eyes glance downward and I realized that, once again, he had a view down my shirt. I took bostancı escort bayan a deep breath, and his eyes widened as my breasts heaved. The sexual tension was palpable. It was exciting, scary, the intensity foreign. My mind told me to run, that this man was trouble. But the rest of me, the part so tired of maintaining a professional facade, ached to see what would happen next.

He leaned even closer as the wind blew around us. I shivered and he reached out to me, tucking my long blonde hair behind my ear. His eyes flicked between my eyes and my mouth. I instinctively licked my lips. He hesitated. I froze, with my blue eyes looking up at him, barely breathing.

“How old are you?”

His question caught me by surprise. Smiling, I responded, “A lady does not tell her age.”

He laughed. “I’m 48. Tell me I’m not a dirty old man for standing here talking to you. Tell me I’m not old enough to be your father.”

48… 16 years older than me. “I can’t tell you that, but you’d have been a young dad.”

He smiled, shaking his head, looking away. I could feel his indecision. Faced with the thought that he might not pursue me, I realized how very badly I wanted this older man. Emboldened, I reached for him, my hand clutching the black cashmere as I pulled his attention back to me. He felt warm and I leaned closer as he turned to me. His hand went to the back of my head, guiding me closer, before his lips met mine.

Afterwards, I would realize that this is what people mean by chemistry. At the time, my mind was blank. My lips parted to his tongue, my heart pounding. The cold of my car against my back barely registered as his warmth pressed against me. My eyes opened as I felt him harden against my hip.

His warm brown eyes were staring into mine. Before I could think, he had maneuvered me away from the car door, opening it. I looked down into the backseat, my mind still fuzzy.

“Get in.” It wasn’t a request. I realized I should object at being ordered about, but instead I silently slid inside.

He sat next to me, the two of us suddenly cocooned in the relative privacy of my car, darkness surrounding us in the rear corner of the parking lot. I felt like a teenager again, but then those boys were nowhere near as exciting as this man.

We reached for each other and were instantly intertwined. His breath was hot on my face. His hands roamed over me, pushing back my jacket. I slid out of it, tossing it aside as one of his hands slid under the neckline of my shirt, the other hand sliding up under the hem. His touch on my bare skin made me gasp.

He was devouring my mouth and I surrendered willingly to him. Then he turned to trail kisses over my jaw, my ear, my neck, my chest. As he reached my cleavage, I arched my back, one hand in his hair, the other on his shoulder, my nails digging into the soft sweater.

I lifted one leg over his hip, my skirt riding up over my black tights. His hand slid up my thigh, under my skirt to cup my ass. Pulling me to him, he buried his face in my cleavage, his stubble rubbing against my pale skin, causing goosebumps to form. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and pushing them together. His thumbs gently slid over the hard bumps of my nipples poking through my shirt.

He continued to kiss and lick the tops of my breasts, pulling my shirt lower to run kisses along the edge of my bra. I whimpered and pressed my breasts closer to his face, but he ignored my plea for more.

A voice in my head reminded me that I did not know this man. But his touch made me eager, impatient. I moved my hand from his hair, gripping the neckline of my shirt, pulling the stretchy material lower. He looked up at me as I pulled the fabric down over my breast, revealing the black lace of my bra covering a hard nipple. His eyes never left mine as his tongue flicked the hard, pink, laced-covered nub, my gasp encouraging him to suck it into his mouth. His teeth made my ümraniye escort eyes drift shut. I threw my head back and pulled him to me, my panties feeling distinctly wet.

I had always known my breasts were sensitive, and in the past had enjoyed when a man took his time with foreplay, teasing my breasts before moving on. However, I had not considered breast play to be more than a cursory stop along the way to the main event. That changed when this sexy stranger unhooked my bra and took my bare nipple firmly between his teeth.

He nibbled and sucked even as he lifted me onto his lap, my breasts in his face as I straddled him. Pushing my breasts together, his mouth lingered on one nipple and then the next. His lips, tongue, and teeth dangerously teased a nipple while his fingers firmly pinched and pulled the other. My dampness, evident through my panties and tights, ground against the bulge in his jeans as he suckled me desperately. I laced my fingers through his hair and fought to keep my eyes open, wanting to remember the sight of this man so skillfully maneuvering me towards orgasm. He looked up at me, his brown eyes burning into mine as he pushed me towards my peak, making me wail as my world shattered.

I collapsed against him. My head was on his shoulder, the soft scent of his cologne slowly filtering through the haze. His hands were still on my nipples, gently pinching and pulling them as I squirmed on his lap.

“Fuck, you are so damn sexy.” His voice was rough in my ear.

I turned to look at him and laughed. I giggled uncontrollably, the adrenaline and the situation getting to me. Finally, I gasped, “Me? I’m not the sexy one here.”

It was his turn to laugh, “Yeah you are.” His hands roamed over me, his eyes intense. One hand gently pulled at the end of a lock of blonde hair. I shifted on his lap, the hardness of his cock pressing against my damp heat. He gathered my hair in his hands, wrapping it around one fist. I waited, my lips parted, my breasts still heaving, my fair skin flushed.

He pulled me gently by the hair, drawing me in for a deep kiss. His tongue was insistent, his hand was on my ass, under my skirt. His touch was possessive and I melted into it.

I suppose I expected him to pull down my tights, unzip his jeans, and fuck me in the back seat. Instead, he half whispered, half growled in my ear, “Suck my cock.”

I couldn’t hide my surprise. My eyes widened as his fist tightened in my hair. He lifted his hips to rub against me, making me moan. He guided one of my hands to the hard outline of his cock, his jeans feeling hot and damp. “Suck my cock.”

It was a command, but it felt like a test. Would I suck his cock in the back seat of my car in a dark parking lot? His hand left mine on his cock and caressed my face, one finger trailing over my lips.

I kissed his finger and gently squeezed his hard cock through his jeans. His moan answered my own. He quickly, gently pushed me from his lap, guiding me by my hair. My mouth hovered over the bulge and he relaxed his grip, waiting for me to do as I was told.

My lips pressed against the denim, letting my warm breath cover his cock. Then I was unbuckling and unzipping him, freeing him so that I could grasp him as I licked the head.

I was sucking a stranger’s cock in the backseat of my car. I barely knew this older man. Anyone could walk by and see us. I could barely believe I was doing this, never mind that I liked it. I looked up at him as he threaded both hands in my hair, and the look on his face made me moan as I sucked him deep into my mouth.

He gently guided my face on his cock as I sucked and licked. The incongruity of the situation lit a fire in me. I was desperate to make him cum. I wanted to please this man who had so easily made me cum on his lap. Swallowing, I lowered my head until his cock was buried in my throat, my nose pressed against him.

He growled a warning before he came. I slid him escort kartal out of my throat, sucking him harder in my mouth. He held my hair back as I looked up at him, eyes watering. He came with a loud groan, his hands never leaving me, holding me to his spent cock.

As he caught his breath, he pulled me up, cuddling me to him on his lap. I kissed his neck and pressed my breasts against him.

“Good god, you are good.”

I glowed at the praise. “Thank you.”

His hand slid up my inner thigh, finding the wet patch between my legs as he stared into my eyes, making me moan.

“You’re so wet.”

I could only nod in response. As I looked down, I saw his cock already hardening again. I thought for certain he would finally fuck me, and I knew I would let him.

“Did you like sucking my cock?”

I blushed, but couldn’t deny the truth. “Yes.”

He pressed his fingers harder against my pussy, finding my sensitive clit through the fabric. “It made you wet?”

I gasped and nodded again. “Yes.”

His other hand cupped my breasts, pinching one naked nipple. “You have amazing breasts.”

I didn’t know what to say. My body was on fire. I didn’t want to just let him fuck me, I wanted to beg him to do it, and soon.

“I’d love to suck on your nipples as you ride me.”

I’m sure I blushed more, if that was possible. I just nodded once again. The feel of his soft lips on my nipples was fresh in my memory and I could only imagine how good it would feel with his hard cock buried inside me. I didn’t know this man, but I knew he would make me feel better than any prior lover. Hell, he already had.

“Let me take you to dinner on Friday.”

I barely understood what he was saying. “What?”

“Are you free on Friday? Let me take you to dinner.” His hands were still on me, touching and teasing me.

“Friday?” I was pretty certain today was Tuesday, although in the sexual haze I could not be certain. Why were we talking about Friday?

“Yeah, Friday. Dinner. Let me take you out.” He pinched my nipple harder, making me gasp yet again.

“Ok. Dinner on Friday.” I was fairly certain I would agree to whatever he wanted, so long as he made me cum.

“Great.” His hand left my pussy and dug into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his cell phone. His other hand left my breast so he could type. “What’s your number?”

I just stared at him, feeling lost without his hands on me. I gave him my number and watched him enter it into his phone. I heard a beep from my own a second later.

“That’s a text from me. I’ll call you later to work out the details for dinner.”

I was still on his lap, my hair mussed, my bare breasts hanging out of my shirt, and my skirt bunched around my waist. My nipples were still hard and my pussy was still drenched. I could barely fathom what had just happened. “Dinner.”

“Yeah, dinner.” He smiled and kissed me, smoothing out my hair. “We’ll have a good time.” His hand caressed my breast. “And if you’re really good, I’ll even fuck you.”

His audacity was shocking and rendered me speechless. I wanted to deny that I wanted him to fuck me, but how could I? I had just sucked his cock, and my heaving breasts and hard nipples gave away my continued arousal.

He kissed me again, more tender than demanding this time, then pulled my shirt back up to cover my breasts. He tucked himself back into his jeans, buckling his belt as I adjusted my bra and finger-combed my hair. Then he reached for the door handle, opening the door to the cool night as he took my hand, pulling me out of the car. My back against the car once again, he kissed me, his hips pressed intimately against me, his hands cupping my face.

Unable to help myself, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close as I kissed him back, letting him know just how frustrated he made me.

Finally, he pulled away. He planted one last chaste kiss on my lips. “Drive safe. I’ll call you about dinner.”

And then he walked away. I stood motionless as I watched him climb into his car. The roar of the engine roused me from my stupor and I slid numbly into my driver’s seat. He drove away even as I sat still behind the wheel, wondering what the hell had just happened.

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I feel like such a fucking idiot walking down an alley at two in the morning. Granted, I’m in the affluent suburbs and crime hardly ever happens here. But what if my neighbors look out of their windows and see me in my black spandex mini dress, fishnets, and red fuck me heels? They will probably call the cops on the hooker in their alley. I wanted this fantasy, and Rob was all too eager to give it to me. It’s every woman’s fantasy to be caught in the alley by a stranger and fucked, right? I’m sick in the head.

Rob promised to make sure that our kids were asleep and to secure the house before he comes to look for me. Making sure that our teens are sleeping is no easy task because Instagram holds them captive at ridiculously odd hours. I’ll never understand that whole phenomena. kids are so narcissistic.

I can hear the loud click of my heels on the pavement as I half walk and teeter towards the opposite end of the alley. We both should have been clearer about where we were going to meet. My teeth begin to chatter, and it’s not the weather, it’s my nerves. I’m not sure if this is such a good idea anymore. Where will we fuck? Why would I decide to have sex in an alley when I have a perfectly good California King bed at home?

Just as I decide to pull out my phone to call this ridiculous fantasy off, I hear someone walking down the opposite end of the alley. I immediately freeze because the footsteps have the distinct sound of heavy boots. I swiftly turn my head, and I see a dark figure at the end. I squint, and I can tell that it’s Rob, and I sigh in relief. Rob is 6’1 with a solid build and a presence that makes my 5’7 140 lb frame feel like its 5’2. I stifle a giggle because Rob has clearly gotten into character. I can’t help but wonder when and where he purchased his biker boots, jeans, and black leather jacket. I can’t judge him too harshly because I look like a 1980s call girl.

My feet have done enough walking and standing in the 5 inch heels that I’m wearing, so I watch him as he walks towards me. He advances at a slow and deliberate pace, the way that a predator stalks their prey. My heart pounds vigorously and I don’t understand my response because this is my husband. I’ve watched him wear tiaras and play “pretty princess” with our daughter Amanda when she was young. But this wasn’t the Rob that was so gentle and playful bostancı escort bayan with our daughter, this was a different Rob. I feel a flutter in the lower part of my belly. I stand there awkwardly, unsure what to do with my hands, and fight the ridiculous urge to run.

He stops as he as reaches the middle of the alley and we stand in an erotic version of a western face off. I can tell that he isn’t going to walk further, so I walk towards him and try to do it as sexily as I can. how do street walkers do this all night? As we come face to face I look into his hazel eyes and curl my lips in a smirk. He stares blankly at me and doesn’t return his usual playful gaze. I lick my full ruby red lips nervously, and I try to think of something playful to say but I really feel out of my element.

“Nervous?” Rob says in a husky voice that’s usually reserved for his underlying anger. He takes two steps forward invading my personal space. I can smell the slight hint of his cologne. he smells citrusy, woodsy, and masculine.

Unsure of what to say, I break my gaze from his and stare at the pavement. I take three long slow breaths in an attempt to slow my heart rate. This is what I wanted. Why am I acting so bashful? I gather up my courage, and decide that two can play this game.

“Well, shouldn’t I be nervous?” I say echoing his tone as I raise my gaze to meet his again. He grins as if that’s something he hoped that I would say. He reaches behind me in one swift motion and roughly grabs a handful of my thick black shoulder length hair. I’m startled by his quick motion, and I reach up to place a hand on his chest to push him away. He captures my arm and pins it behind my back. The side of his mouth presses against my ear as his face rests against mines as his impressive bulge presses into my lower belly.

“No, no, no Sidney. You don’t get to back out of this because I know it’s exactly what you want. I’m going to take advantage of that pretty mouth and your sweet pussy right here in this alley. Are you ready slut?” he whispers into my ear. All of his words go directly to the pleasure center between my legs, and my pussy begins to pulse in anticipation. My nipples harden and I rub them against his chest as I give a slight nod of my head. Rob releases my arm, grabs my hair and pulls back further.

“Good girl,” ümraniye escort he growls.

Rob leads me by my hair over to a fence, pushes my back against the hard surface as he sensually assaults my neck with a trail of kisses. I reach down between us and massage his 7 ½ inch cock through his jeans. He groans and tugs my hair down, forcing me to crouch and lower. Is he really going to make me suck his cock in an alley? My heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest, but I know that I’m really about to do it.

“Don’t be shy slut, pull it out and suck it.”

I shakily reach for his belt and fumble as I unbuckle it, unbutton, and slowly unzip. His hard cock springs out and he sighs loudly with relief. I’ve always loved his cock. It is thick, has huge veins protruding from it, and a big helmeted head. I wrap my hand around the base of his hard rod and slowly lick the tip with my flattened tongue before I swirl it around the bulbous head. I slowly suckle his cock head into my soft wet lips before I languorously lick his entire length and his full tight balls. Rob loosens his grip, and I can hear the guttural moans escaping from his lips as I take his rigid length deep into my mouth.

“I know that you can take more of my cock down your throat. Open that fucking mouth wider. Show me how badly you want it,” he demands.

I do as instructed and relax my throat so that I can take more of him into my enclosed mouth, gagging but continuously pumping his cock into my mouth while breathing heavily through my nose. Saliva drips down my chin and I begin to feel like the slut that he has been calling me, and my pussy quivers in response. He gruffly pulls himself from my mouth.

“I’m ready to stuff that little cunt Sid. Stand up, turn around, and present your pussy to me.” I’m at a loss for words because things are happening so fast. Should I say something back or just do as he says? I’m usually the vocal one, but all I can do is follow his commands. The throbbing between my quivering and aching legs is demanding attention. Tonight I’m ruled by my husband and my cunt.

I hike up my dress, and I do as instructed, making sure that I poke my ass high up into the air as my hands grab the top of my neighbor’s vinyl fence. He rips a huge hole in my fishnets, giving himself access. He teases my slick puffy pink lips escort kartal with the crown of his throbbing dick, and I push back against him.

“Don’t tease me, I need you in me now,” I pant.

“Oh, so the slut speaks. I guess it’s hard to talk with a mouth full of cock. Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll put you out of your misery,” he says teasingly.

My cheeks flush and I stubbornly stay quiet as I wiggle my ass against his hard cock. I know he wants it as much as I do and I am not going to beg him.

His hands firmly pushes my legs farther apart, he snatches a hand full of my hair and slaps my pussy repeatedly with his big calloused hand.

“Okay! Please, fuck me now. Stick your cock deep inside of me,” I squeal a little too loudly.

“Shhhhh,” he warns. “You don’t want the neighbors to see you getting mounted like a bitch in heat do you?”

He grabs my waist and plunges deep into my core all the way to the hilt. A rush of pleasure explodes through my body, and warmth immediately begins to pool into my abdomen. He takes long, slow, and hard strokes. My body bucks every time his hips slap against my supple ass, and my legs shake uncontrollably.

“Ooooh, yesss.. please… make me cum…pleaaaaseeeee,” I beg.

He increases his pace and I arch my back into a deep bow as he thrusts in and out of my clenching hole. My muscles convulse uncontrollably as he keeps applying pressure to my g- spot and hitting my womb in the process. My breathing intensifies, my cunt pulsates and my head spins as I erupt. My spasms cause me to grip his cock and milk it. “Fuck Sid!” he hisses as he slams into me and releases his hot load into me.

We breathe heavily in silence, allowing the cool breeze to comfort us. He pulls out of me and stands up. I stand upright and his semen oozes out of my hole, and down my inner thigh.

“Dammit, I didn’t think of that,” I giggle.

He pulls a towel from his pocket and smiles sheepishly as he wipes me. He has returned to being my Rob. I lean in and kiss him sweetly on the lips.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself baby, because I sure did,” he says as he tucks his cock back into his jeans.

“Well, it was a lot different than I thought it would be,” I respond honestly. It wasn’t as glamorous as I imagined it. It was uncomfortable, and it hurt at times and I thought I would feel like a goddess, and really I just felt like a whore.

“It was so much better than I imagined it to be,” I say dreamily.

“Let’s get the hell out of this alley,” he says as he adjusts my dress and places his jacket around my shoulders. He grabs my hand and we head home.

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