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Lisa covered my face with soft kisses to wake me up. When my eyes fluttered open she smiled then kissed me on the lips. I returned her kiss as I ran my hand over her breasts.

“Mmm,” she replied. “I hope you don’t mind that I went back down to the party and picked up a few toys while you were napping.”

“Toys?”

Lisa picked up a brown bag and dumped a huge strap-on dildo and thin anal vibrator on the bed.

“Oh my!” I gasped. “Are you going to use those with me?”

“I’d like to,” she answered as she kissed me again. Her hands found my breasts and she massaged them, paying extra attention to the nipple. I moaned against her lips as she tugged on my nipples.

“Oh god you feel so amazing,” she whispered before kissing her way down my neck and across my chest to my breast. I whimpered as she sucked a nipple into her mouth and tugged on it with her teeth. I was soaking wet again and humping the air.

Lisa straddled my hips to hold them still then went back to playing with my breasts. She licked a nipple then blew cool air across it as she ground her pussy against mine. I thought I was going to explode. “I’m going to come,” I whimpered.

“Not çamlık escort yet,” she said with a devious smile.

“Please,” I begged.

“Help me put this on,” she said as she picked up the strap-on.

“I don’t think it will fit!” I protested.

“Oh, you’re wet enough to get a Mack truck in there,” Lisa laughed. “Now help me so I can fuck you silly.”

I blushed at her words but helped her fasten the strap around her waist then watched as she moved it around until it was comfortable against her pussy. She grinned as she looked at me.

“Suck it,” Lisa said as she pressed it against my lips. I licked my lips and she took advantage to push the tip into my mouth. She slowly moved just the tip back and forth in my mouth then shoved more in.

“Mmm … you look lovely with a big fat cock in your mouth,” Lisa commented. “If you want me to fuck you with it I need to see your lips pressed against the base.”

I swallowed hard and nodded as she pulled out so just the tip was inside my mouth. “Here it all comes,” she warned. Lisa moved her hips forward and slowly pushed every inch of the six inch dildo into my etiler escort mouth then held it there for several seconds as she caressed my face.

I gasped for breath when she pulled out. “Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed and face the mirror,” she instructed as she moved onto the bed. I did as I was told. I watched in the mirror as she knelt behind me and rubbed the tip of the cock in my juices. “You’re so very wet,” she said with a smile. “This will go in so nice and easy. But first, this.”

I moaned as she slid the thin anal vibrator into my pussy to coat it then gently slid it into my ass before turning it on. I whimpered as she pressed it deep inside my ass, holding it in place with one hand as she guided the dildo into my pussy with the other.

Lisa watched my face and the sway of my breasts in the mirror as she slowly fucked me with the dildo. “You look so lovely when you’re being fucked,” she commented as she moved her hips faster.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” I gasped as she turned up the vibrations and started fucking me faster.

“Cum for me,” she whispered as she held onto my hips, bağdat caddesi escort pistoning the dildo in and out of me. “I wanna feel you cumming.”

I nodded my head as I closed my eyes. Lisa reached around me and started to rub my clit. That was all I needed. “Ohhhhhhhhh god Lisa! Yes! Oh yes … oh god!” I cried out as my body shook with the intensity of the orgasm.

Lisa slid the dildo out of me and tore the strap off her she slid under my body, letting her legs hang over the end of the bed. “Eat me,” she begged as she lifted her hips towards my mouth.

I eagerly licked and sucked on her clit. She grinded her pussy against my mouth as she pulled my hips down towards her mouth and she started licking my pussy. She could feel the vibrations from the vibrator that was still in my ass against her lips.

“Oh fuck Nan, oh yes … oh god yes!” she cried out as she bucked her hips wildly. I lapped up the juices and kept licking, ignoring her protests to stop. I pressed my pussy against her mouth harder to silence her.

My body started to shake as I came again and was rewarded with Lisa cumming a second time. She gently pulled the vibrator out of my ass and let it fall into the brown bag then pulled me close to her to snuggle against me.

“I need sleep,” she said with a yawn. “You’ve exhausted me.”

“Okay,” I replied with a smile. “Sleep well.”

Lisa kissed me softly then closed her eyes and was soon fast asleep. I wasn’t far behind.

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My name is Suzanne and I am a single woman in a serious relationship with a man who worships the ground I walk on. We met when he visited the bank where I work and were attracted to one another immediately. He started calling me from time to time and would find reasons to stop by the bank whenever he could. He is about 10 years older than me but I never considered that to be a problem. My parents didn’t like it the least bit at first but over time they could see how Gary cared for me. He is kind, he opens doors for me, he pulls my chairs out and is very protective of me. The fact that he is always a gentleman and treats me so well eventually won my parents over and he has been completely accepted by them now.

Our relationship has been strong and exclusive for about 5 years and I’m pretty sure he is going to propose to me soon. A girl just knows these things. Our sex life is incredible and spontaneous and this is important to the story I am about to tell you.

I manage a bank in the South and had just struggled my way into work on a Friday morning in early February with wet snow on the roads. The local weather forecast was calling for snow flurries with possible accumulation. If you are familiar with the South you’ll know that even a little bit of snow can shut down a town for quite a while. This particular morning I got going early, assuming there would be travel problems and I was entirely correct.

I lived about a mile from the bank in a group of new luxury town homes so I was the first to arrive that morning. By 7:30 there was already more than an inch and it was clear that things would get much worse before they got better. I made my required phone calls and the decision was made to keep the bank closed for the day. The roads were deserted and nobody was going to come into the bank today anyway. I was preparing to head for home to spend the day in my pajamas (or completely naked, as I prefer) when our newest teller, Jordan, came through the front door. She lived quite far from the bank and I was pleased that she made the effort in such bad weather, although it was all for nothing as it turned out.

I asked her why she drove 30 dangerous miles in questionable circumstances and she said that she thought it was the right thing to do. She assured me that she didn’t drive in by herself, and explained that her dad dropped her off on his way into his job where he didn’t have the luxury of taking a “snow day”. He has a 4WD pickup and told her he would pick her up after his shift later this evening. That plan was in serious doubt now.

Jordan had only been at the bank for about 6 months and we had become very friendly in that time. She had a sense of humor very similar to mine and was mature, intelligent and great with customers. She was a little younger than me and I knew very little about her. She did tell me that she was once married but hadn’t been in a relationship for several years.

She was a very thin, red-headed, freckle-faced woman with sparkling eyes and an infectious laugh. She was very attractive and tended to dress very in a very feminine manner, a trait that we had in common. I felt at ease with her and we found during our frequent slack periods that we could talk and laugh about almost anything – sometimes getting into risque subjects that I wouldn’t dare discuss with anyone else at the bank. I guess we were just at ease with one another.

Many of our conversations strayed into dangerous territory for a work setting between a manager and one of her employees. We were both emotionally mature enough to handle it and we became conspiratorial friends. I think we both began to think of the other as “best friends” but that kind of thing isn’t declared, it either happens or it doesn’t. The fact was that I didn’t have a female close friend other than Jordan. We talked on the phone occasionally yenişehir escort in the evening or on the weekends and always planned to hang out socially but never had.

So here we were, sitting in a closed bank on a beautiful snowy morning and she couldn’t possibly leave until her dad came back much later this evening. I asked her if she would like to come with me to my house and spend the day lounging in front of the TV drinking wine instead of sitting in a closed bank all day. I wasn’t very keen on the idea of sitting here all day waiting for her ride to come, honestly. By bank policy I couldn’t leave her here alone. She agreed to spend the day with me so we got into my car and slipped our way down the street for a mile to where I lived.

By the time we got to my place there was easily 3 inches on the roads and parking lots, and there was no hope of any road scraping activities for at least a day or more. Again, most southern towns just didn’t have the ability to scrape snow from the roads. I parked my car in the driveway and we made our way to my front steps in the messy slush. Jordan was about to step onto the first step when her foot went out from under her and she fell flat on her skinny ass in the slush. It wasn’t funny at all but we both went into a laughing fit when she almost pulled me down with her.

She got up and we made our way inside the front door giggling like two fools. She removed her coat and I took it from her but we noticed that she was soaked from her brief slush bath. It had probably ruined both her dress and her tights since the slush included the red muddy dirt from all of the recent construction in my new neighborhood.

She looked at herself in the hallway mirror and said, “Dammit!”

I said, “I’ll get you some things to change into. Why don’t you go shower in my bedroom over there and I’ll put your things in the wash. Maybe we can save them.” Probably not.

She thought this over and realized there was no way to keep those cold, wet things on all day so she said, “OK, but don’t go to any trouble.”

“Nonsense!” I said to her. “You just take those things off and go get cleaned up. There are towels and just about anything you need.”

She shrugged and within seconds had stripped completely down to her bra and panties right there in the front hallway. I guess my mouth was hanging agape and she laughed at my shocked expression. “Jeez! Haven’t you ever seen a woman in her underwear before?”

The truth was, I was stunned by her boldness. Her pale, freckled skin was in sharp contrast to her deep red hair and she was quite the picture! She was easily 8 inches shorter than me and as sexy as any of the “actresses” in the many adult videos I secretly watched. My eyes were drawn to her dark green bra and matching boy-cut panties and my mouth was suddenly dry. I had never been confronted with such a striking figure a mere arm’s reach away and wasn’t sure how to react. It seemed my lower regions knew exactly how to react.

“Well, not just inside my front door!” I stammered uncomfortably, hoping to cover my uneasiness.

Jordan got a mischievous look in her eye that I had seen a few times before in different contexts and it scared me a little. She reached behind her to undo her bra clasp. Her bra slumped from her shoulders and she pulled it off exposing her pert B-cup breasts with large, puffy pink nipples. I guess I gawked because she laughed, flung her bra at me and turned confidently towards my bedroom. As she walked she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, shimmied them off and left them lying on the floor near the foot of my bed. I marveled at her perfect butt swaying from side to side as she walked. She paused as she entered the bathroom and turned her head over her shoulder towards me. I was still gawking and was etiler otele gelen escort completely busted!

“Take a picture, it will last longer!” she teased.

She turned to take her shower and I was left stunned and oozing juice down my inner thighs.

I feel like I should add something here. I am as heterosexual as anyone can be! I have a boyfriend who treats me like a princess and we have an active and fulfilling sex life. He lives a few hours away where his businesses are and intends to move closer in the next year or so. We are completely devoted to one another but my sex drive leaves me wanting when he is away. I masturbate an awful lot but would never think of straying.

Thinking back to two weeks ago I recalled the weekend that Gary had come into town. He took me to dinner at D’ Antonio’s, one of our city’s finest restaurants. His talk during the drive had my crotch throbbing long before we arrived. During our pre-meal small talk he managed to make me terribly horny and then he surprised me by slipping his right hand under the hem of my dress and rubbing my pussy right there in the restaurant. I almost never wear panties and he had me ridiculously wet in minutes. He fingered me under the table and the risky nature of what was happening to me caused me to climax just as the waitress brought our drinks to the table! She had to have known. I had never been so excited in public! The embarrassment and danger had contributed to my massive orgasm.

Somehow I made it through dinner. When we got to my house later he had me naked within seconds of walking through the door. My evening dress was lying on the white marble floor, and I was left in my garter and stockings. Before I knew it he had used a kitchen towel to tie my hands and I found myself chest-down on the granite counter with my aching nipples mashed on the cold counter and my ass presented to him. The humiliation and helplessness had me dripping wet again!

This kind of sexual aggression had been cultivated by me over the last couple of years. Gary’s natural tendencies were much more gentle and caring but his love for me meant that he sometimes became the aggressive lover I needed. We complimented each other well in the bedroom but just didn’t have enough bedroom time.

But that night he was a dominant, forceful stranger who had drilled me hard while saying the nastiest things! I had come hard (and loud) twice and had had a couple of lesser orgasms before he had cried out himself and emptied two weeks worth of cream into me. I had felt every spasm of his cock as spurt after spurt had filled me completely. He had rubbed my ass and lower back while he had come down from his massive orgasm and finally his flaccid organ had slid out of me. His cum had run down the inside of both my thighs and a couple of big globs had fallen to the floor with disgusting splatters. The intensity of the situation had been so exhilarating.

Gary walked away briefly and went into my bedroom. I assumed this was a continuation of the humiliation of being tied and abused like this. He came back to the side of the counter where my face and hands were. I had no idea what to expect.

He stood in front of me, his now semi-erect cock hanging inches from my face. He ran the fingers of his left hand into my hair then pulled it to raise my face upward. His right hand guided his cock towards my mouth. He knew I loved to clean him after hard sex but demanding it in this way was a new thing. I energetically cleaned our combined love juices from his cock relishing my own taste almost as much as his.

He let go of my hair and said, “Good job, babe.” Then he walked back to the other side of the counter. He untied my hands and gently helped me stand up, then he surprised me by picking me up and cradling me in his arms. avrupa yakası escort The look on his face was one of complete love and adoration. He kissed my forehead and carried me to my bed.

He gently laid me on a large towel he had obviously prepared earlier. He rubbed my wrists and kissed each one gently. He whispered, “Please lay still, babe.”

He went into the bathroom and I heard running water. I thought to myself that I must look awful by now, I was sure that my hair and make-up were a terrible sight. Gary returned with a warm washcloth and proceeded to clean up the mess between thighs taking great care to be gentle and loving. He was so thorough that he went back to get another washcloth to finish the job, then he gently dried me.

He got up again and surprised me by returning with my makeup removal items and another warm washcloth. He said, “If you looked in a mirror right now you would kill me!”. I could only imagine. I never leave the house without my makeup being perfect and am perhaps overly concerned about my appearance. At that point I’m pretty sure I looked like hell in front of the man I planned to spend the rest of my life with.

He gently worked on my face just as he had seen me do it so many times, then used the warm, wet cloth to finish the job like an expert. I have never been pampered with so much tender care! He put all of his cleaning supplies away, turned out the bedroom light and laid down beside me. I turned to my side so he could spoon me and he wrapped a loving arm around me as he pulled me close. Totally exhausted I melted into my lover.

I could feel his semi-erect cock between my butt cheeks and knew that our sexual appetites meant that we would make love at least once more before the light of morning. I fell asleep quickly as he whispered that he loved me. God help me, I knew that he really did – with all my heart.

An hour later I awoke needing to pee urgently so I slipped out of Gary’s arms and made my way to the bathroom. Fearing the worst for my appearance, I turned on the light over the large mirror and was pleasantly surprised to see that he had indeed done a great job removing my makeup. I peed and returned to my bed where Gary seemed to have been revived by his brief nap. Although still a bit sore from our earlier romp, I couldn’t get enough of this man. I laid on my back and parted my legs as wide as they would go and said, “Please make love to me, babe.”

This was his time to love me as he preferred, long slow strokes that reached for my deepest regions. He sucked on my neck and told me how beautiful I was. This was tender lovemaking at its best and Gary was damned good at it. Soon I climaxed hard and asked him to stop for the night because I was so sore. He did so without any hint of disappointment. I reached for his cock in an attempt to at least finish him off but he declined, asking me to spoon again. He was so tender and it was clear that he was more concerned about me than himself. I slept wrapped in the arms of my lover and friend until the sunlight came through my bedroom window. I was sure this night would be burned forever into my memory.

Now, here I was staring blankly at my bathroom door having seen Jordan wiggle her sexy butt at me. Even the remembrance of that night caused me to blush just a little as I heard Jordan turn on the shower in the very place I had shared so many intimate moments with Gary. On the one hand, I was helping a friend out by having Jordan over today. On the other hand she was naked in my shower after deliberately putting herself on display. This could be just playful naughtiness or genuine flirtation and I had absolutely no experience in this area.

The last thing I wanted to do was to assume something where there was nothing. I also didn’t want to be blind-sided by failing to see the proverbial light at the other end of the tunnel. Was this the dawning of a new sensual awakening or was it a speeding train bearing down on me. I was dizzy with the uncertainty of the situation, and with the reality was that she was here. I had already offered my house to her for the whole day. What had I gotten myself into?

I was soon to find out…

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She wants to be fucked. She can’t remember the last time she’s been fucked so hard that she stops making lists in her head, or fucked so hard she looses her breath. That’s how she wants it, low, immediate and rough. Enough of this soft, gentle nibbles and strokes. She needs to feel the pull from her nipples to her cunt, to feel raw and sore as she rides her lover’s hips against a wall.

Her silver vibrator falls from her fingers to the floor, discarded, useless, in her need for fulfillment. How many times can one masturbate to the same erotica? This thought repeats in her mind, as she finds it hard to orgasm in the same fucking position each time.

She wants to wrap her fingers around his fingers, his being a relative gender of butch maleness, to follow him into the sand and sea, as the wind billows around them, flipping her homemade blue and yellow rose-patterned dress around her knees, snapping it against her thighs, as she runs after his lead. She’s thinking about the rush-thump of her heart, in anticipation of their lips meeting across this gender divide, thrusting into each other, hers inside his mouth, as he tugs her head down to meet waiting mouth.

She kaynarca escort waits, tries masturbating again, to anything, anything that’s not him. Knowing that in order to orgasm, she’s going to have to dream about following him into the warm salt of the ocean, swimming out behind him, with her skirt tied up, twisted around her waist, until they find a coral reef to plant their feet on. And back comes the rush-thump-rush of her disloyal heart, as he brushes against her dampened skin, and pulls her to him, daring to lightly touch her breasts, then emboldened by her low gasp, pinching her nipple and tugging her head back, by her white Mohawk, to expose the pale length of her neck to his sharpened advances.

She delights in the feel of him, of her pressing against the tall length of her torso, the pressure of two bodies lost in the desire to fuck, yet not yet daring to do so, savoring the delicious pain holding her against him. She knows that if she lets him open her legs, if she lets him touch exactly where she wants him to, if she allows him to sheath himself, his fingers, as deeply as she would have him go, she would be broken. etiler sınırsız escort

Split completely in two, not only by the deep, encompassing feel of that first fuck-thrust, but by the betrayal of her body, as she’s learned how much it costs to receive a man inside her. This is the lust, and knowledge of her life that holds her back, away from him, even as his thighs accept the press of hers, gently bobbing above him, straining towards his cock, his clit, his strap-on as she mimics the movement of the waves.

If only, her body longs, if only, I didn’t love her so much, I would lower myself onto him. She groans as the waves press her down against his bulging shorts, her cunt aching to envelop him, aching to slide over him, in the same way her silver vibrator has slid between the pink folds of her lips over and over and over, this week, in an attempt to chase the thought of fucking him, of fucking her, from her mind.

Instead, she takes the fantasy just the extra step further, allowing him, only in her finger fucking, to tug her skirt above her thighs, to rub her soaking panties against his sun warmed crotch, encouraging Anadolu yakası escort her to twist again and again against his cock, wordlessly pleading him to erase the barriers between the two swollen pieces of them. And he does, reaching between her thighs, and pulling her panties down, fingers stroking her lips and sliding just an inch inside, against, between her. The panties float away, a splash of neon green and pink trim against the cool blue and white of the waves, as he, as she, finally lowers herself onto him.

She’s surprised at the aching moan that tumbles out of her throat as he, as she, stretches the walls of a cunt, used only by womyn for so many suns and moons, that she can’t remember her last boi-male partner. This stretching, pulling, pulsing need catches her off guard and drives her hard, down onto his dick, over and over again, as her fingers fly, circling, flicking, stroking, circling, stroking, flicking over her clit and his hands cup and stroke her ass, as the waves crash against them, dripping down their frothing bodies, spraying up between them as they come together again and again.

With a keening cry, as he bottoms out in the tightened depths of her pussy, she cums, squeezing his silicone dick, milking, pulsing around him, forcing him to shoot deeply into her, seconds after her orgasm. As she falls back, caught in the confident embrace of the waves, he collapses around her, and they float above the coral, watching the sun sink deeply, into the sea.

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Author’s notes:

Sorry it has taken so long to post this story. I have been overworked getting stuff ready for publication. I have a couple more stories in different genres to post and then it will be another long break. It sucks when the real world intrudes on what you really want to do. As always, my loving wife is the main editor on this story. If there are mistakes, and there always are; they are my fault and I apologize for them. I hope you enjoy this story and take a second to vote or a minute to comment or send me some feedback. Once again, this is a copywrited work of adult fiction and all legal disclaimers apply.

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Cheryl Parks needed laid in the worst way. Her week at work had been a real bitch, along with the shriveled up goblin she had for a boss. She even contemplated offering her some private time with her favorite toy, if the old bat might use it and get off her ass.

Looking around the bar, hoping to find some fresh meat. She liked finding the new girls and introducing them into the delights of woman on woman sex in the right way. She knew she was great at licking pussy and a wizard with her double headed dildo. She had given so many girls their first real orgasms; she couldn’t remember them all if she tried.

She always made sure her partners knew it was just for the night though. She didn’t even want to think about any type of long term relationship. Relationships never worked anyway. So, she just did what she was good at. If nothing else, she knew she could call on Misty.

Misty was her friends with benefits, partner. Misty was sex on two lovely sticks. She would have it often with anyone willing. In this place, they called her the energizer bunny or just Bunny for short. Misty had been told on more than a few occasions that if they caught her having oral sex on the dance floor again, she would be removed from the welcome list.

Not that there were many alternatives. Other than the Pink Rose, there were only Impressions, which catered to the LGBT community. Cheryl had stopped going to Impressions because they started going into the whole Bi-sex, Poly-thing, which just freaked her out. She never even thought about anything other than straight Lesbianism anymore. That question had long been answered.

She growled and slammed her shot of Jaggermister. She didn’t want to think about that. She hated thinking about that. “Fuck-em all anyway…” She hissed and took a long drink of her beer chaser. “FUCK!” She rubbed her eyes, trying to stave off the vision in her head.

In an instant, if she wanted to or not, she was thrown back into her past to that day five years before. It was supposed to be her twenty first birthday party. It was supposed to be another step in getting her parents back together again. It was supposed to be a good thing.

They invited all of Cheryl’s friends. Cheryl even invited the guy she had been dating and her best friend since grade school. Susan and Paul spent the night to help with the decorations, since Cheryl had to go to work. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She ranted at herself as the memories flooded her brain again. The flashback tore through her mind.

“Hi, I’m home.” Cheryl called out as she came around to the back yard, with the two big bags of ice. She turned the corner and couldn’t believe her eyes. Susan and her dad were in the pool. Susan didn’t have a suit on, while her dad was sucking her breasts and rubbing her crotch with his free hand. Susan moaned and writhed against his hard on, trying to get it inside of her as she leaned against the side of the pool. Cheryl dropped the ice and headed into the house. She had enough of this shit. She was going to tell her mother what was going on in the pool. If this was how her father acted, no wonder her mom kicked him out!

“Mom…!” She called out, thinking she would be in the kitchen. Searching the house, she flinched when she heard sounds from her bedroom. She wasn’t quiet as she walked to her door. She flung the door open and gasped in shock. Her mom was riding her boyfriend’s cock like a woman possessed. She was saying things like.

“Oh shit, don’t stop, I’m so close, don’t stop. Come on stud… fuck me with that big cock. Make me your slut. Fuck me harder. Damn I need your cock. Fill me with its juice. Make me cum baby, and I’ll give you my ass.” Her eyes were closed and Cheryl could see hickies on her tits as they bounced around on her chest. It was obvious that they had been going at it for awhile now. She wanted to vomit at the sight.

“YOU GUYS ARE JUST SICK…!” She screamed at them and ran out of the house. She got in her car and screeched out of her neighborhood like a scalded cat. If they ever stopped fucking, she didn’t know or care. It was like they all wanted to get caught.

From that day on, she went completely gay and single. She sold her car, and roomed with a friend, until she could get her own place. She never told anyone what she saw. She changed her number and left a note at her mother’s work telling them kurtköy escort to put her stuff in storage and leave the key so she could get it. She never wanted to talk to any of them ever again.

******

“You’ll never get any pussy if you keep that look on your face.” A voice pulled her back to the present.

“What…? Oh, sorry Pat. Just a really bad week. What’s new?” She looked up at the tall butch.

“Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted a strap-on ride tonight?” She pushed her leg against Cheryl’s hip to show she was already wearing it.

“No… but thanks anyway.” She smiled and tweaked Pat’s nipple playfully. “If I change my mind, I’ll let you know.” She winked and grabbed her beer. She wanted to fuck someone, not get fucked. But if nothing else, Pat was good for some uninhibited fun. She knew if she wanted, half the chicks in the place would fuck her. Well at least the half she knew and already had sex with. The other half, she wasn’t interested in, or were attached.

They both looked at the door when the chimes sounded. In walked every lesbian’s dream. Well at least as far as Cheryl was concerned. She was five six and maybe one ten. Most of that was in her tits and ass. She had raven black hair that was short enough to be easy to take care of, but long enough to let everyone know she was all woman. Her bangs framed sooty lashed brownish-hazel eyes that held your attention. She was in a white blouse, with a jacket over her arm. Her ass was incased in a form fitting pinstriped skirt with real silk stockings and two inch business pumps.

“Who’s the new chick?” Pat asked, drool apparent in her voice.

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out before tonights over.” Cheryl eyes followed every seductive step of the lady’s progress to the bar.

“Fifty bucks say’s I’ll get my dick into her, before you can lick that split.” Pat threw down a challenge.

“I’ll take that bet.” Cheryl watched the new chick turn down Misty’s first attempt. She knew the sharks would be circling the fresh meat. But Cheryl had been doing this for a long time. She knew when to wait and when to strike and score.

Across the room, Lynn Oleander was nervous. It was the first time she went to check out the possibilities in her new town, in her new state, while going home from her new job. Back in California, there were many places she could investigate her preferences. Here, there were only two. She went to the first place and wasn’t there for five minutes before she knew it wasn’t her scene. No matter which way she chose. She knew it wouldn’t be with multiples. She was a one on one girl and she knew it.

She ordered a strawberry daiquiri and was stunned when this woman, who looked like a porn star, started hitting on her before the bartender could even put the ice in the blender. She declined as nicely as she could, and tried not to be obvious while looking around The Pink Rose.

She mentally shook her head, as she watched a beautiful blonde with blue eyes, wearing a sexy dress that showed off her perfect 38 C breasts, and a mannish, flat chested, brunette; stood there looking at her. The brunette ground her crotch into the blonde’s hip as they talked. She wondered if she would ever be out enough to be comfortable with that type of display in public.

She wondered if she was even gay. All she knew that the few dates she had with men, did nothing for her on any level. Most of them couldn’t keep a thread of conversation without losing it somewhere in her blouse.

Then there was the show she got in high school and Julie Markson. Julie was her old supervisor. Julie could at least make her panties wet and her body respond just by bending over in the racks while putting books away. Lynn often wondered for whose benefit she did that the way she did. She also noticed many of the younger guys looking at the display as they were supposed to be reading.

She was almost tempted to ask, until she found Julie and a certain boy she knew in the back. Nothing they were doing was really wrong, but she could feel the desire in the air between the two. She knew if they hadn’t bumped pubes yet, they soon would.

So, when the new associate librarian positing came up a few states away, she took it. She wished Julie and her friend goodbye and good luck. She knew they were going to need it. Julie was over ten years older, divorced, and if she didn’t miss her guess, now pregnant. He was, a starving student, going to college, and her overly protective neighbor’s only son. Lynn hoped they figured it all out before their baby was born. A child needs both parents in their life.

She smiled at the cute bartender as she sipped her drink. She liked the library she now worked in. It was bright and airy. It was also round. She could see down most the isles just by taking a twenty step circle in the middle of the desk. The only real blind spot was behind the card catalog that she was in charge of updating into the new computer system.

She etiler outcall escorts smiled at a few of the patrons as the music played out of the fancy box in the corner of what was supposed to be a dance floor. She watched as the ladies mingled and talked. She studied her new surrounding like she had studied everything in her life. If she wanted to make a move, she wanted to be sure it was the right move to make.

It didn’t bother her at twenty five she was still a virgin. She knew the cost that was paid to keep herself that way. She still sent sympathy cards to James every month or so. She hoped that his testicles healed enough to have children some day. She just knew it wasn’t going to be with her and he was too drunk to understand ‘No’. So she did what a girl had to do to protect her virtue.

“Hi, you’re new here.” Pat said looking down at Lynn with unvarnished interest. “I’m Pat. I’m a top and don’t have time for the usual games. This isn’t a come on, but just to let you know. Whenever you feel like taking a ride on my strap-on, just give me a shout. If you get into trouble, you can call me. I hope you have a great time here.” Pat shook her hand and held it in her firm grip, before kissing the back of it and letting it drop.

“Sorry if that was blunt, but like I said, I don’t have time for any bullshit. So, I just put it out there upfront. Nice to meet you. You can tell me your name when you’re ready.” She walked away confident in the fact the sexy fem was intrigued and looking. It was all she could hope for on a first night.

“Don’t let Patricia frighten you away sweetie.” The bartender said from behind her. “It’s just the way she is. I’m Stella by the way.” She reached over the bar and shook Lynn’s hand.

“Lynn.” She answered over the music. “I have to say, you have an interesting place here Stella.” Lynn smiled.

“Yeah, it’s the only place like it in the state.” She wiped the bar and set the other half of her drink in front of Lynn. “Anyway, once the offer is made, Pat won’t do it again unless you go to her. If you’re ever in over your head, she’s great for helping out any of the girls. She’s a cop and everyone knows it.”

“Oh, okay. That’s good to know.” Lynn looked at the tall woman and wondered how she stood up to the pressure of being a lesbian on the job.

“Don’t mind Bunny either. She can’t help herself. Get a couple of drinks in her and she’s ready to go. Sometimes too ready, but it’s all in fun.”

“Who…?” Lynn asked.

“Misty…” she pointed out the first girl. “We just caller her bunny, as in energizer.” She smiled at the new comer. Stella thought, if her partner wasn’t waiting at home, she might even be tempted in hitting on this new girl. She was impressed that she didn’t go running out the door when the two most blatant customers hit her up with in the first ten minutes.

“So, what’s the crowd like on the weekends?” Lynn asked, not knowing what to say.

“Most nights are like tonight. Friday and Saturday, it’s a zoo. We get people from all over, since we are the only place like it on the map. Sunday is couples only night. You have to come in and leave as a couple and we close at midnight. We shutter the windows and as long as everyone respects a no, pretty much anything can happen. It gets pretty wild sometimes, but mostly it’s a safe place for couples to come and experiment. Twice a month, we have outside vendors bring in the stuff you can’t find in the local stores, if you know what I mean.” Stella thought it might be a good idea to give her the lay of the land before she heard the rumors.

“Interesting… I’ve never heard of a place like this before.” Lynn was shocked that a place like this existed outside the coastal areas like Miami or LA.

“Yeah it was a real bitch getting all the permits. But we’ve managed. The Mayor’s daughter, Judy, helped when she came out, and stared down the town council.” Stella sighed.

“I take it Judy is your partner?” Lynn saw the look and sigh.

“Yep, all mine.” Stella said. “Well, have a great time and don’t be a stranger.” She waved and headed to the other end of the bar to get Cheryl another round.

Down at the end of the bar, Cheryl was still watching the new girl. The more she looked, the more she liked. Now, all she had to do was offer a kind shoulder and ear, and within a week, maybe two tops, she would be muff diving her to multiple orgasms. She had made plans with Misty for tonight to take the edge off, but she was looking forward to showing the girl at the end of the bar a warm, wet, and exhausting welcome.

“Cheryl, wipe the drool off your chin. You look like a lion ready for a meal.” Stella told the sexy blonde patron.

“So, who is she?” Cheryl asked, knowing Stella would have the background already.

“Names Lynn, I think she’s the new librarian. She got guts but in only in the curious phase right now. Don’t get all predatory and scare her off. We need more like her around here.” istanbul eskort Stella warned. “What’s with Pat? I’ve never seen her go after a girl that fast before. You two got a bet on or something?” She looked at Cheryl with knowing eyes.

“No… well, not really.” Cheryl flinched under Stella’s stare. “I wasn’t serious, but Pat put fifty on who could get sugar britches in bed first.” She shrugged indifferently

“You two keep your bets to yourself. Either one of you hurt her and you’re off the list!” She warned Cheryl, shaking a finger in her face. “She’s a bright intelligent new comer. Not a piece of meat in a market. Not in my place. So be warned.”

“Awe Stella, you know I wouldn’t hurt her. I’ll treat her like a Queen. I’ll teach her everything she doesn’t know and always wondered about. I never hurt any of them.” She defended herself.

“Bullshit…! You’ve broken more hearts than I could ever think to mend. Back off or so help me…. I’ll sick Judy on you.” She flicked her ever present rag at an invisible speck of dust on the counter.

“Damnit…! That’s not fair. It’s because of me, you two are together. She was in the dark and confused the night I picked her up.” Cheryl remembered the tears in the morning as she set Judy on her way.

“Yeah, and the first heart I had to put back together. She still carries the scars. So, if you know what’s good for you.” Stella warned her seriously.

“Yeah, okay…! I got it… give her space… hands off for now. I got it!” Cheryl promised, holding up two fingers and placing her other hand over her heart.

“And stop that stupid bet with Pat.” Stella ordered and set a fresh beer on the bar and walked away.

“God damn it, that’s not fair.” Cheryl griped to herself. “Stella and Judy would still be mooning over each other if I hadn’t showed Judy what good girl-girl loving was all about. I didn’t tell her to fall in love with me. Hell, she fell out of it fast enough and straight into Stella’s arms.” Cheryl bitched as she watched the sexy Lynn from afar. “Fuck this! Bunny, I’m going to wear you out.” She got up and started over to her fuck buddy.

*****

“So, what do you think of our little town after your first month?” Bill, the postman asked as he leaned over the counter and ogled Lynn’s tits again. It was something that happened every day he delivered the mail and she was at the counter.

“It’s nice. Not too big, but not so small that there isn’t anything to do.” She ignored where his eyes wandered. She’d learned for all his looking, he was a happily married man to Mable, the head waitress at Murphy’s Diner. They had three growing kids, a dog, and a mortgage. He might look, but he would never think of touching.

“You go out and see any of the local sites yet?” He asked as he remembered to sort through the outgoing mail.

“Yeah, I went into this place called the Rose, or something like that. It was nice, not too loud and the service was okay.”

“You mean the lesbian bar down off fourth? I hear they have all girl orgies in there and stuff. The community leaders had a fit. But since Judy lives with the owner, they pasted their permits and inspections.” It was up to him to set things straight.

“Oh, I didn’t know. I must have gone down on an off night. All I saw were few patrons drinking and talking, just any other regular bar. I didn’t know it had a reputation.” She shrugged, realizing there is no such thing as anonymity in a small town.

“Yeah, there’s Chuck’s. It’s a CW bar, then Rory’s is more for the younger set, with that thumbity-bump music blaring so loud you can’t understand the words. Of course the steak house has the best food, but it’s a bit pricy. Then Mable’s place has the best breakfast….”

“I’ll remember that.” She smiled. “Have a nice day.” She waved at him as he shoved the mail in his bag and walked away to complete his appointed rounds.

“Don’t worry. Being the new person in town will wear off fairly fast. Just as soon as everyone thinks they know everything about you.” A pleasantly plump woman said from the other side of the counter.

“Oh, I’m sorry, can I help you?” Lynn went over and took the hold card from her. Looking at the title, she blushed. “Um, a bit of a mature request, for this library.” She hummed.

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I ordered it. I’m trying to drag this place into the twentieth century before it turns into the twenty first.” She smiled a bright smile. “I’m Judy, the town’s Militant Queer and the Mayor’s disappointment of a daughter.”

“Oh, okay… you um, don’t look that militant. I mean you still have your hair and stuff.” Lynn said, thinking about some of the girls she saw in California.

“Yeah, I know. But, that’s what everyone will tell you. Stella said you might be the new Librarian. She said to say hi, and ask you over for dinner some night.” Judy babbled happily.

“Oh, you’re that Judy. Hi, I’m Lynn.” She reached over. “I liked the Rose. It’s nice.”

“I’ll tell Stella you said that. I know she works hard enough at it. Just watch out. There are a few sharks in the pool too.” She warned helpfully.

“Everyone I met seemed nice. I mean the tall brunette was a bit abrupt, but other than her, they were okay.” Lynn scanned the racks, to make sure everything was still orderly in her realm.

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Evelyn sensed the other woman’s absence even before she was fully awake, she was disappointed but not really surprised. She would have liked to have awakened with Jerusalem in her arms but somehow she was absolutely sure it would take more than words to assure the frightened little girl that hovered just below the surface of the confident woman.

Still Evie couldn’t help feeling a little bit cheap, she wasn’t the type of woman to give herself to just anyone so she didn’t particularly relish the feeling of her lover sneaking off in the middle of the night like she was some sleazy one night stand. Maybe things were different between two women, different rules and ways to play the game. She wasn’t sure, it wasn’t like she knew any other women who had paired off, and even if she had she still might not have known. After all she wasn’t like that, so she’d have no reason to even inquire about the inner workings of such relationships.

As Evelyn lay there thinking the sun rose over the island giving birth to a newborn morning, she was sad to be leaving it’s beauty behind but had no regrets at least not yet, but she was beginning to wonder if maybe she should, after all she had never meant to redefine her sexuality or even to call it into question but now that she had she wondered what the results would be.

Jerusalem had slept fitfully hovering in between dreams and reality, by the time the sun began to rise she was tired but couldn’t force sleep to come. She got up frustrated with chasing rest and exhausted from pushing unwanted thoughts and images from her mind. As she began to pack for her return to the states she felt like shaking some sense into herself, how the hell could she be falling in love with Evelyn Masters?

Maybe she had gotten heat stroke or some damn thing, or maybe this was the start of some kind of weird phase. Whatever it was she wasn’t about to let it control her anymore, and she sure wasn’t going to let some Island fling redefine who she was. The sex had been great and exciting but that was no reason to go overboard, and once she got it together enough to explain it to herself she’d definitely make sure Evie…Evelyn understood too.

Breakfast was a tense affair though Donnie couldn’t quite put his finger on why. Evelyn was running hot and cold and hovering on the edge of distraction and Jerusalem seemed tired, on edge and just generally out of sorts. She hadn’t been rude exactly she just seemed repressed somehow. He wondered if they’d been fighting, he sure hoped not he didn’t want to spend the remainder of his time on the island making sure neither one of them came to bodily harm. Teki the man he’d met at the club, had invited Donnie to spend the day on some nude beach, and he wasn’t inclined to refuse, just so he could referee some cat fight from hell.

To avoid any impending sense of duty he hurried away as soon as he could with only the briefest of explanations and not a second to spare for any objections. He was finally about to have a little Island fun himself and nothing and nobody was going to stop him.

When Donnie departed Evelyn made her way back to the guest house and into her room, she was a far to restless to be confined by its walls and eventually ended up on the outer terrace looking over the large expanse of Garner’s lush estate She was more than a little upset that Donnie had left, she had hoped that they could talk for a while, and his absence felt like a personal abandonment.

There was so much on her mind and even if he didn’t have all of the answers , he would have at least been there to listen and offer some emotional support. She recognized that she was being petty and selfish in her anger, after all he wasn’t her personal problem solver, and she had abandoned him for nearly two days without so much as a courtesy call, and now she was tripping because he wouldn’t be at her beck and call for a few hours.

What the hell kind of friend did that make her? Without fully realizing it Evelyn began to cry, tears of frustration, confusion and maybe a little bit of understanding rolled down her cheeks as she stared out over the horizon. As much as she wanted to believe it she just couldn’t seem to convince herself that she was still the woman she’d always thought herself to be. She hadn’t been tricked or fooled or even seduced into being with Jerusalem. She had in fact made the first move, albeit her intentions weren’t completely motivated by the sexual attraction.

Still the attraction had been one thing but as usual one thing had lead to another and then she’d found herself submitting to something brand new without hesitation. Plus on top of everything else there was the fact that Evelyn had always thought she was open minded when it came to people and sexuality, hell wasn’t her very best friend in the whole wide world gay? Hadn’t she marched with him in the pride parades as a show of support? Wasn’t she the one always spouting off about inalienable human rights and basic civil rights pendik escort for all people, not to mention the freedom to live without labels?

So why was she tripping now that she’d slept with a woman? And why did everything in her want to rebel when one of those labels might be applied to her? Forget being in her backyard the issues were in her damn house and now she wasn’t so sure she could handle them. If sleeping with women was fine by her then why did she feel guilty and ashamed?

She was afraid to even think the word lesbian so would she ever be able to own it if it came to that? She hadn’t thought too much about the result of meaning of her actions but now it was almost time to go home, and get back to her normal life, and she found herself with so many questions to answer, and so many answers to question.

Jerusalem had retired to her rooms after breakfast and once again she had sought sleep, after a half hour of tossing and turning not to mention a fair amount of cussing she gave up on her date with the sandman and got up, her first inclination was to find Evelyn and somehow purge the woman from her system but she knew without trying that she wasn’t going to be able to do so.

That morning she had fully intended to talk to the other woman and break it off , that’s what she’d always done when she wanted to end a relationship, without regret or remorse or even a second thought but when she’d walked out onto the patio that morning and seen Evelyn sitting there something had stopped her. Something about the was the older woman looked in the sunlight with the breeze slight breeze ruffling her hair had mad Jerusalem take pause, it wasn’t a quickening of her heart or anything that romantic, it was lust plain and simple. The only thought left in the girl’s head had been sweeping the array of food from the table and replacing it with Evelyn. She could almost hear the woman’s moans and feel the heat of that sun kissed skin beneath her fingertips.

Right then it had been so very easy to convince herself that the only thing between them was some hella good sex. Now Jerusalem was just a little uncertain and the little bit of doubt unsettled her. maybe she was just overreacting after all this influx of emotions could have been a side effect of learning the woman’s heritage still Jerusalem thought it might be better to simply avoid the other woman for a spell. So instead she changed into a set of workout clothes before heading to the indoor workout center. There were definitely a lot of perks in knowing the uber rich.

Jerusalem stepped off of the treadmill with her mind more at ease than it had been in many hours, she finally felt as if she could relax , there was a certain satisfaction that enveloped the body when it was physically spent, from a workout. She might have gone to her room and taken a quick nap if she hadn’t begun to feel so hungry , instead of resting she took a quick shower and slipped into a brief tunic, before heading to the kitchen.

Evelyn looked up as Jerusalem entered the room, she couldn’t stop her eyes from taking the girl in from head to toe. She wore nothing more than a deep brown cotton tunic that barely brushed her thighs, the garment was simple and plain but Evelyn found it sexier than anything she could presently think of. She wanted to look away and deny the way her body responded to the girl’s mere presence but somehow she just couldn’t.

She’d been consciously avoiding Jerusalem all day by staying in her room, but the other woman’s absence during the meal had seemed unfair somehow, Evelyn knew that once again such thinking was irrational she had considered not showing up herself but couldn’t bring herself to be that impolite. Thau had called her and advised that lunch was ready and that he would be picking her up due to the high winds.

She could think of no logical reason to refuse nor could she deny the fact that she was indeed hungry. So she had ended up dining alone for the most part although there was enough food to feed four or five people. Despite her earlier isolation dining in solitude made her lonely so she was happier than she herself wanted to admit that Jerusalem had shown up, and beyond the happiness there was something more, although she couldn’t quite define what.

“What are you doing in here?” Jerusalem asked breaking the silence of the room.

“Eating” Evelyn replied as a smile played along the corners of her full lips.

“I can see that.” Jerusalem replied returning the hint of a smile and seating herself. “I meant what are you doing in the kitchen, why aren’t you outside on the patio.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow in question

“Where have you been hiding all day? The wind is blowing like all hell broke loose out there.” Jerusalem merely shrugged.

“I was in the gym I didn’t realize the trade winds were blowing. Wait did you walk over here?” She demanded sounding for all the world like a mother about to scold a naughty child.

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“Good.”

“What were you going to do if I did walk? Spank me?” The words left Evelyn’s lips before she’d fully thought them out.

Jerusalem would have laughed if the words didn’t call such an enticing image to mind, but before she could speak on the image another thought interrupted.

“What about Donnie? Did he get back from that private beach?” Jerusalem voiced the questions that had just crossed her mind.

“I know he was giggling about some nude beach but I don’t know if it was private, and no he’s not back yet. I tried to call him a while ago but he didn’t answer on his cell.”

“The nude beaches here are private, since the public beaches are topless or at least tops are an option the “nude beaches” are generally privately owned by resorts or homeowners. Some of the locals prefer complete nudity so they sort of crash the beaches without much trouble involved, the only thing is most of the nude beaches are hard to access on foot without having to walk miles and miles, so mostly they go on the little motor scooters and make a day trip out of it…”

Jerusalem trailed off realizing she’d been trying tho distract the other woman’s worry with her own rambling, but it hadn’t even worked a little. She hadn’t meant to worry Evelyn but she had.

“I’m sure he’s fine they probably left before the winds even started and went to hang out somewhere else…”

Evelyn shrugged and attempted a smile. Jerusalem was probably right she just couldn’t help but worry about Donnie it wasn’t like him not to answer his phone and she didn’t like the idea of him out there on some little scooter with the wind howling across the island. She didn’t imagine that he was fool enough to actually ride in this weather but still she couldn’t help her concern.

Jerusalem didn’t say so but she was worried too, she wanted to call Donnie right away but if he didn’t answer she knew Evie might not be able to take it so instead finished eating praying that whatever he was doing he’d be able to pick up the phone when she did call.

The two women went to Jerusalem’s room to get her phone since Evelyn had forgotten hers in the guest house, she didn’t particularly want to be in Jerusalem’s room but her concern to find Donnie trumped all other emotions and besides it wasn’t likely that they were going to fuck with Donnie MIA

Donnie woke slowly, stretching his languid limbs he felt as though he’d been drugged but he knew his euphoria came from something a little more basic. It had been a long time since he’d felt this satisfied, longer than he cared to admit in fact. He just hadn’t found anybody he clicked with , or where the attraction was really there, moreover he hadn’t been able to find anyone who wanted more than casual sex, and the older he got the more he needed and wanted a companion and not just a playmate, but here none of that mattered the same way it did back home.

For now he was content with casual sex because he knew it wouldn’t go beyond that, there was no chance for involvement or the pain that came along with it, or rather the pain that came along with the lack of a relationship where he’d been expecting one to bloom.

Memories flooded his mind like rain and like rain they slipped through his grasp before he could hold them. It had been nearly 7 years since he’d lost Paul and he was just now beginning to understand that pain , even in his loss he had longed for somebody to comfort him and hold him like only a lover could, but his grief had proven to be too much and for years he’d tried to build his dreams on weak foundations, without ever really dealing with the dream that had died.

He’d tried to replace Paul when he knew he never could and as a result he’d kept reliving the pain instead of living through it. It had Taken him three years to understand that and another two to find peace in the midst of his anguish , he still longed for a partner but he’d gotten beyond the point where he would frantically search them out with a fervent need. And now he’d turned another corner, without much thought or provocation, he’d been able to submit to pleasure with no expectation beyond having a good time.

He wasn’t about to fall into a promiscuous lifestyle or any such thing but it felt good to know that the desperation that had driven so many of his romantic actions was gone, or at least lying dormant for a while.

Paul had been that soul mate, best friend, lover, and helpmeet that Donnie had always heard and read about. At 27 he hadn’t thought he’d ever find that love then all of a sudden he’d met Paul at a book signing/ poetry reading and all of a sudden his life had begun. Paul had been a social worker who always brought his work home, he was sensitive and kind and compassionate, not cut out for working with abused women and children when you weren’t supposed to get personally involved.

He was still good at his job even though it hurt istanbul escort bayan him in so many ways. Donnie was forever telling him about being objective but he never did convince him. Paul was stubborn right up to the day he died…maybe if he’d been less stubborn he would have still been here today…Donnie turned his thoughts away from that subject and line of thinking not willing to go there again. He’d lived through to many seasons of regret to keep on going back to that place.

Teki propped himself up on his and stared at the man in his bed, he seemed to be in his own world, they hadn’t even made it to the beach which was a surprise to him. He’d tried every trick he knew to get the dark good looking man to join him after they’d met at the club but Donnie had bolted like a skittish colt, even after they’d kissed and touched all night. Teki knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the American had been aroused so he couldn’t understand the mixed signals or his ultimate failure to entice the man.

He’d planned to try again today, his seductions rarely failed and he didn’t take defeat very well at all. His lean dark body and gentle, full features paired with his thick curling hair and perfect smile had always gotten him nearly everything he wanted from both a men or a women, so Donnie’s refusal had intrigued him. When he’d picked the man up at the gates of the lavish estates he’d smiled to himself and decided to redouble his efforts and do anything it took, the American had claimed to be on business and Teki had doubted him but he knew of Garner, hell most of the Island knew about the man and his wealth and if Donnie had business with such a man did that not mean he was successful as well?

Teki was used to being kept by rich Americans and Europeans who vacationed on the Island but times had been hard of late and he needed a new keeper perhaps this tall dark business man was the answer to his prayers. He hoped so he dreaded the gardener’s work he had to do in between affairs.

They’d ridden off on his Vespa with Donnie gripping his waist and pressing his muscled chest against Teki’s back. They’d stopped at a café so Teki could pick up food for what was to be their lunch, he’d planned on having a romantic little picnic on the beach with the sound of the sea splashing in the background and the sun shining on their naked skin, a little perhaps a little wine sipped from the bottle as there were no glasses to be had, then light kissing, a few secret caresses…then back to his place or maybe they’d find a secluded alcove on the beach.

He’d been happy with his plan and suspected it would work, it had never failed him before. But once he’d gotten the food and packed it away in his bag Donnie had seemed more interested in finding out where Teki lived than visiting any beach, and just like that they’d ended up back at his place.

Donnie had been just as surprised as his new friend when he’d simply invited himself over, it had been a spontaneous thing, more of a passing thought spoken aloud than anything else. He’d figured they would have the whole day to visit the beach but he was charmed by the younger man and wanted a chance to spend some time alone with him, not to mention the fact that while the idea of the beach was fabulous the actual humidity and heat didn’t appeal much to the city boy in Donnie. It was one thing to imagine being there it was another to actually bear the heat and crowds that went along with beaches of any kind.

Teki’s house was quaint to say the least, it had belonged to his father and his grandfather before that, it was a strong structure built to withstand the high winds of the island, but it wasn’t at all grand, the land was in worth more than the house that stood on it, especially since the island had grown into such a tourist hot spot. The house had only two bedrooms and a small living room and an even smaller kitchen. The indoor plumbing had been added later so the bathroom was a sort of addition to the house tacked onto the back in a somewhat haphazard fashion. The floors were all wood and easily swept free of dust and sand and there were many windows to keep the house cool.

The interior was spotlessly clean and sparsely furnished but the furniture that was there seemed to be a bit to luxurious for the surroundings, all in all it was what designers were paid to achieve, a sort of expensive bohemian effect gave the place a sense of charm that was just short of passé.

Donnie would have loved to know if Teki had put this all together himself or if the effect were somehow contrived, but he didn’t ask instead he just took in his surroundings and tried to relax, now that he was here he was feeling a bit nervous it had been a while since he’d been on a date of any kind and he wasn’t sure what to say or do.

He tossed out the idea of talking business with the twenty something god like island boy, because he could just about picture himself boring the poor man to tears, with his talk of armoires and chifforobes, he wondered if they could talk about music but that might be something that would end up being moot, he wasn’t that much of a yellow American as to imagine that his limited knowledge of music would mean anything to the man, and he simply didn’t know any of the local music or musicians so any conversation on the subject would be short lived at best.

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So, let me tell you how it all began; it starts, as things like this normally do, with a crush on someone I shouldn’t have had a crush on. Her name is Sally; she’s a twenty-eight-year-old primary school teacher and she’s married to a friend of my parents. I first met the couple when they came around to our house for a late dinner when I was seventeen. We hit it off and honestly, I think meeting her that night confirmed to me that I was definitely gay.

They came around once or twice a month, and Steve, her husband, was an old school friend of my parents and he’d been married to Sally for about eight years. By the time I was nineteen they were pretty much family to me, even though I secretly hated Steve for being married to Sally he was a nice guy. Not overly good looking or buff but nice enough for me to understand why Sally would love him.

Sally, on the other hand, is beautiful. She has short blonde hair that sits neatly on her shoulders, bright blue eyes and seriously kissable lips. She’s slim and petite, probably about five-feet-five and has the cutest breasts ever. Even though she is that good looking, it isn’t her looks that first attracted me to her.

No, it was her…I don’t even know how to describe it. Do you know how a really sweet first-year school teacher should be? Really bright and happy and quick to smile or laugh with this way of looking at you that just made you want to hug them and kiss them and…well, you know the rest.

There is another layer to this though, see, she has an air of being totally incorruptible. A shining moral light in a world of grime. Okay, maybe I’m going over the top but I’m sure you know what I mean. She is a thoroughly lovely person and, well, I guess I liked the idea of being the one to corrupt her!

Don’t misunderstand me here, I’m a good person, but I like to think that I’m something of a vixen. I have long red hair to the middle of my back and I’m five feet and eight inches and slim with a very decent pair of legs, my breasts are a tiny bit smaller than Sally’s but I’m proud of my pert pair! Much as I like to imagine I’m a ‘bad girl’, that’s a side of me which usually remains hidden.

So, fast forward a couple of months and I had just moved out of my parents’ house into a rather nice apartment. It was on the third floor of an eight-floor building that my hard work and dedication to my job had allowed me to buy and furnish…okay, that’s a lie; my dad bought it for me and helped me furnish it. He insisted and I, in almost no way, encouraged him to. Look, I was between jobs so quit judging me.

It was a Thursday night when things started shaping up. I’d had a boring day at work again, my job entails prancing about an office making coffee for pricks and filing papers that could’ve literally been for anything. When I applied for the job as an office clerk I didn’t realise what they actually wanted was someone to do all the shitty jobs no one else wanted to do, upward mobility? Dream on. I was sat on my sofa watching TV, still wearing my office clothes with my feet up on the table when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi Faye, its Sally are you alright?” My heart always skipped a beat when she said my name.

“Oh…hey Sally!” I replied, trying not to sound too thrilled she’d called. “I’m good thanks, bored out of my mind watching TV and wondering whether or not to poison my boss with whatever the hell is growing behind the sink. Are you okay?”

“You’re crazy you know,” Sally was giggling in a cute way, but then again I find everything she does is cute. I detected something else in her voice, nervousness perhaps? “I…I mean we were wondering if you’d mind if we came to see you tomorrow. There’s something we want to talk to you about. Well, ask you about actually, if that’s okay?”

“Uh, sure…Sally is everything okay? Should I be worried or something?”

“Oh no, no it’s nothing bad. Just something Steve and I were talking about; we just wanna talk that’s all. But it’s nothing to be concerned about,” she still sounded a little strange but I let it go, I figured there was no point pushing her on it if I was going to find out tomorrow anyway.

“Okay, fine, umm do you want me to cook a meal or something? I’ve figured the microwave buttons out,” I was trying to inject a bit of humour into the conversation as it all seemed slightly weird.

“No, no there’s no need for that,” she laughed. “A cup of coffee or something will be fine.”

“Ah, now that I can do, I’m a professional drink maker now.”

“Will seven be okay?” Sally asked.

“Yeah sure, I’ll see you both then.”

“Okay, see you then, bye honey.”

“Bye,” I said as the phone clicked on the line. Normally I’d be excited to see them, especially you know who, but something wasn’t right. I’d rarely heard Sally talk that way, normally she’d laugh with me but it was all too serious. So, with my curiosity piqued, I headed into the shower and did several uninteresting things before heading to bed.

Happily, pendik escort bayan Friday is a day off, so the pricks at the office were making their own drinks today. Although, to be honest, I could’ve done with a distraction because all day long I kept thinking about the impending visit and wondering what it could possibly all be about.

I had another shower at around five and put a loose dress on, a nice knee-length floral green dress (bad girl for life) and waited for them to arrive and even though I’d been waiting for them all day, the speaker on my door still scared the shit out of me when it beeped to let me know someone was pushing the buzzer on the outside door.

I looked at the little image on the tiny screen and saw Sally and Steve waiting for me and buzzed them through the main door. It was an agonising few seconds between buzzing them through and waiting for them to arrive at the door; I had it open already and gave Sally a warm smile when I saw her. She had a big black coat on which made her look even tinier than normal and her blonde curly hair bounced around her pale cheeks as she took the last few steps up to my level.

She returned my smile, but it wasn’t as warm as it usually was, and stepped into my embrace. We said hello to each other and when Steve followed her in I saw that his demeanour matched his wife, but there was more to his expression than hers. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but whatever was going on with them clearly wasn’t good, and where I fit into this was as puzzling as the phone call yesterday.

“Come in, come in, welcome to casa-de-Faye,” I said trying to be as cheerful as possible. “Sorry about the mess, though if you point out anything that isn’t tidy I’ll consider it an act of war!” I kept smiling as much as I could and took Sally’s coat from her and hung it by the door. Steve could manage by himself; I’m not a valet service for outerwear y’know!

They smiled and sat down as I boiled the kettle, when I glanced back at them they were talking really quietly. I could see Steve shaking his head slightly and looking worried but Sally just looked tense. I carried the drinks in and set them on the table in front of them, then sat down on the chair looking over at them.

“So, don’t keep me in suspense guys, what’s going on?” I looked at Sally then at Steve. “You both look scared to death.” I was smiling when I said it but it was a weak smile at best.

“We are,” Steve spoke up. When he did, Sally looked over at him sternly, or as sternly as she could manage. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t know if that was aimed at me or her.

“We have had a lot of bad news lately honey,” Sally spoke calmly but her voice sounded shaky. “We’ve been trying to start a family; we’d been trying for so long without any success so we went to the doctor to get tested and I…” Her voice trailed off.

“Sally can’t get pregnant Faye, it’s something to do with the womb lining not being suitable,” As Steve was explaining this I could see Sally moving he knees and cringing like she felt disgusted with herself.

“Oh, Sally I’m so sorry,” I reached out and took her hand in mine but when I saw how down she looked I just had to hug her. I could feel her trying to stifle her sobs and she did manage to keep her composure. “What will you do now?” I asked as I sat back down.

“Well, we went to an adoption agency in town, they sent a person out to our house last week to talk to us and to look around to assess if we could be considered as foster parents,” Steve told me in a matter of fact way, I could sense a degree of anger behind what he was saying. But, it seemed…forced, like he was trying to sound angrier than he was if that makes sense.

“We got a letter from them on Tuesday,” Sally continued. “Apparently because of Steve’s work schedule and my past mental health issues, we can’t be considered as viable foster carers, even though I’m a teacher and look after kids all day!”

“Oh,” I said, feeling uneasy about being told such personal details all of a sudden, even though they were telling me openly it still felt like prying. “What do you mean mental health issues?” I asked, deciding to pry anyway.

“I’ve suffered from depression for a long time and because I still take anti-depressants…they don’t believe that I’d cope with being the primary carer while Steve is away,” she said grimacing.

I should explain that Steve’s job requires him to spend about two weeks a month in New York, and now that Sally had told me about the depression I briefly wondered if his absence was contributing to it and maybe that’s why she wanted the baby. But I didn’t have time to fully explore that yet.

“So, what are you going to do? I mean, can you go to a different adoption place?”

“No,” Sally said shaking her head grimly. “No one will see past the fact that Steve works away a lot or that I’m on medication, they basically told us that we shouldn’t have children together.”

“Wow, that’s…that’s terrible etiler eskort for you, I’m so sorry,” I said in a comforting way as possible.

I’ll be honest, at this point I was kinda on the side of the adoption people, I’m pretty sure they would’ve seen the same thing I did. A couple that spends a long time apart wanting something to keep them together, rather than a child to actually bring up together. Hell, if I could see it, they must’ve seen it too.

Right now it still hadn’t dawned on me what they were going to ask me, or how I fit into this thing, all of which became clear when Steve spoke again.

“So it leaves us with one option, find a surrogate,” Steve said it bluntly and drew another harsh look from his wife, but this time he continued on regardless. “Where we would go to a clinic and some of Sally’s eggs would be fertilized with my sperm, and then placed in the womb of a surrogate mother who would then become pregnant with our baby.”

Now, let’s press the pause button here for a moment as I think this through.

It was now clear to me why they were here, what they wanted and how much they wanted it. And in this split second, I turned detective on this whole scenario. It’s surprising how clarity is bestowed upon you when you’re in such a situation as this.

Now, these two people, one of whom I’ve had a crush on for a couple of years were about to ask me to bear their child. Looking at Sally’s face and realising how much she clearly wanted (or thought she wanted) this meant I already know I’d agree to anything for her. Agreeing to do this would certainly make us closer, but it would also push us further away after I’d given birth and she became addicted to baby clothes and all the shit that comes with it. Even if she didn’t push me away after the birth, I’d be a mother, and that notion blew my mind and I really don’t know how that would work.

So, I knew I’d agree because I wanted to make her smile, but I also knew I’d have to get out of it somehow in a way which made me still look amazing to her but at the same time made damn sure my womb remained empty, but all of that was by the by because in this short time I’d realized something else.

That look on Steve’s face when he’d entered my flat, the hushed words he’d shared with Sally and the head shaking; he did not want me to agree to this! The blunt way he’d described the whole process was clearly an attempt to put me off and that could only mean one thing, he didn’t want a baby at all! So…why not?

It’s obvious when you think about it, he spends two weeks at home with the beautiful Sally, then jets off across the Atlantic Ocean to New York where he spends another two weeks with the “‘good old boys’ probably visiting lap dancing clubs while Sally is home popping anti-depressants like sweeties because she’s lonely. Now Sally wants a baby for the company, and he’s clearly hoping it never happens. He must’ve thanked God when they went to the doctor, and when they got that letter from the adoption agency, I wonder if he’d emphasized the negatives of having a child to them?

Obviously, I could say no, but if I did Sally would be crushed, and then, even worse, they might find someone else that would say yes and then Sally would be enamoured with them instead of me…so, you can see the depth of bowel gravy I was currently swimming against.

However, in this split second I’m currently describing to you, a devious part of my mind, occupied by the lesser spotted ‘bad girl’ was formulating a plan. A way to solve this whole situation…and I’m not going to tell you my plan in case it doesn’t work out the way I hoped it would, I’m not stupid. If it goes tits up I’ll style it out.

Armed with my master plan, lets press play again.

“Are you asking me to be a surrogate for you?” I asked Sally.

“Yes, Faye, we are asking you to please consider doing this for us…” She looked at me pleadingly, but even her emotion didn’t feel genuine now. I was starting to wonder if either of them thought this was truly a good idea!

“But,” Steve interrupted. “It’s perfectly okay and understandable if you say no, I know it’s a lot to take in for you, you’re only nineteen and you have your whole life ahead of you.”

“We wouldn’t expect anything from you,” Sally talked over him this time. “We wouldn’t dump the baby on you all the time or make you pay any money or anything like that.”

“Wow,” I faked surprise even though I’d figured most of this out ten seconds ago. “I don’t know what to say, I…”

“It’s okay to say no,” Steve interrupted again. It would be nice to finish a sentence sometime soon!

“No, no it’s okay, I mean…yes, yes I’ll do it,” I regretted every word of what I just said. Even though I had a plan formulating, I was still agreeing to this thing!

“Oh…you mean…really? You, you’ll do it?” Sally’s face suddenly regained all of its beauty and her face lit up, she turned to Steve, whose face was fucking priceless! He escort bayan tried to look happy but I could see deep down he’d just shat his stomach into his boots.

“Yeah, I mean it,” I smiled and Sally rushed at me and kissed my lips and cheek and hugged me ever-so-tightly. I know it might not be appropriate but my pussy froze and burned at the same time when her lips touched mine.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Sally excitedly repeated.

The rest of that night was spent telling me about how great I was and how I could change my mind and so on until about an hour later when Steve announced they should leave and let me ‘absorb’ everything and that they’d chat to me again tomorrow.

Now, after they left I spent around forty-five minutes panicking, then I got back to plan to make. I decided that tomorrow, when they called around for their inevitable ‘just making sure’ phone call I’d say something along the lines of…I’m sorry but I talked to someone from work and if I agree to be a surrogate I’d lose my job because technically I’m choosing to be pregnant rather than work.

I have no idea if a rule like that exists; it had seemed pretty clever when I’d thought of it earlier but now it seemed weak, so I resumed panicking. As it turned out; there was no need to panic because things changed dramatically the following day when rather than a phone call I got a visit.

From the small picture above the speaker, I saw that Sally was here, alone. It was about two in the afternoon and I was still in my bedtime t-shirt and the few seconds it took her to reach my door didn’t afford me enough time to change, instead, I quickly doused myself in something sweet smelling and met her at the door. The second I opened the door and saw her standing there in her big coat, ratty skirt, creased top and most of all her red puffed up eyes, I knew exactly what had happened before she said a word.

“It’s over,” Sally blurted out. No sooner had she said it, she was in my arms and her cold body was pressed against mine.

“Oh, Sally I’m so sorry,” I lied, sorry but I was so relieved I could’ve screamed with joy. “Come in honey, come and sit down and let me make you a drink.”

I led her over to the sofa and took her coat and hung it up on my way to the kitchen.

“Have you got something a little stronger?” Sally called to me. “I could use it.”

“I’ve got some white wine, it’s just an own brand £3.99 bottle but…”

“That’ll do it,” she called back.

I came through and sat next to her on the sofa armed with two glasses full, as soon as I’d set them down on the table she picked a glass up and took a deep gulp. Over the next half an hour she told me everything that I’d already figured out the night before.

I was right about Sally being depressed because she was lonely and the baby was the last hope of keeping them together, she’d hoped it would make Steve stay at home and find a different job.

She told me that last night after they’d gone home with my promise fresh in their minds, Steve had confessed that he didn’t want the baby and he was indeed seeing someone else in New York and it was serious. He’d been trying to find the right time to leave and obviously Sally’s idea of having a baby had screwed things up.

He’d been stalling her while making plans to go and last night when I’d said yes, it was the point of no return. He loaded up a suitcase, gave a pathetic apology and was gone within hours of them arriving home. So, poor Sally had spent the night crying, beating her pillow and eventually ending up at my door the following day.

“That’s so horrible Sally, I’m so sorry,” I felt genuinely terrible for her and more than a little guilty about my master plan! Luckily I never wrote it down anywhere so there was never any chance of her finding out.

(Burn this after reading)

Sally had finished her second glass of wine by the time she’d explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly.

I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Sally. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn’t help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before.

Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I’d hardly noticed the blue skirt when she’d arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers.

I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny fourteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl’s skirt. Instead, I’m a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl’s skirt which is totally different, right?

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I decided to get a tattoo.

Actually I decided to get several tattoos. Well I didn’t have any and I was twenty three and they looked so good on the other girls that I thought, you know, get one here, a little one there and maybe another and so on.

Being me I then procrastinated for three whole months before finally deciding to get them done. Yes, the pain was a um challenge for me- I was not looking forward to that at all. Another thing I wasn’t looking forward to was some hairy tattoo guy getting a good hard look at my girly bits- yes I was getting a tattoo “down there.”

That really stopped me until, by chance, I saw a little ad for a “Lady Tattooist.” I jotted down the number and a few days later I summoned up what pathetically small amount of courage I have and rang it.I spoke to the receptionist and she booked me in for two pm, this Saturday.Then I put the phone down, curled up in a little ball on the sofa and had my usual stress attack.

Saturday one twenty seven pm and there I was parked outside the Tattooist’s premises fidgeting; I went in at one thirty five.

“Hello, Raewyn?” the receptionist asked.

“Um, yes that’s me. How did you guess?”

“You sounded very nervous on the phone as I recall and you looked very nervous out there in your car and you’re nervous now. Plus you’re the last appointment for the day. Just a hunch really.” and she grinned at me.

Well that had made me feel just a whole lot better so I relaxed (a bit) and went to sit in one of the chairs.

“Tell you what,” she said, how about you get undressed and put one of our wonderfully fashionable towelling robes on so you’re all set for when Yvonne is ready to do your tattoos?”

“Oh, OK. Where do I get changed?”

She lead me through a door on the left into a small changing room. There were two sets of clothes there already and one robe left.

I undressed, put the robe on and went back out to reception.

“So stylish,” she said with a smile,”come on through this way, now.’ I followed her though another door at the end of the reception room and into a waiting room. Another lady was there in her robe and I guessed the other one must be in with Yvonne.

‘Can I get you ladies anything, tea coffee…?” the lovely receptionist asked.

“Oh, a coffee would be nice,” the other lady replied.

“Mmmm,” I said, ‘me too thanks .’

“Oh, just one thing,” the lady asked as the Receptionist was about to leave us,” do we have to wear these robes, I’m finding mine a bit scratchy.”

“No, not at all if you’d rather not wear anything, Raewyn would you mind if I take Linda’s robe?”

“No, not at all, I wonder if I shouldn’t get you to take mine too.”

Does that sound calm? Like its something I do as a matter of course- strip off in waiting rooms? Does it? Good cause its not! I was numb my heart was pounding and my throat was very dry. It was instinct taking control and I have worked hard all my life at suppressing my instincts. Still, too late now and I had that sensation where you want to do something naughty but you want to be forced to do it so its not your fault.

We both stood up, took off our robes and handed them to Alice, the receptionist- I just remembered the name plate, duh.

We sat opposite each other a coffee table between us. She had her legs parted and her arms by her sides. Yes! OK? Yes I looked. Just perfect, tanned, great boobs with rings through her nipples and one in her clit- or possibly her hood. That was less painful I had read in a Cleo a few years ago.She looked up at me, smiled, and stretched her arms up over her head.I had sat with my legs crossed and my arms folded and I noticed her look at my crossed legs. I uncrossed them let them fall open a little and my heart beat a little faster..

‘You haven’t done this much?” she said as a question.

“Um, no, first time.” I answered nervously not sure if she meant ‘go for a tattoo’ or ‘sit naked in front of a gorgeous and interested naked woman’.

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“Well then, I’m honored. Stand up for me?”

I stood and, encouraged, spread my bare feet a little wider. She smiled as took me all in but focusing on certain areas ( one of which was now very wet) mainly. Her hand went to her pussy as her eyes locked with mine and she started stroking.

I can’t begin to describe how erotic the whole thing had become for me. I knew I was wet and open but instead of covering and blustering I wanted to be wetter and wider and for her face to be closer still. I have an impressive rack (mother thinks they’re too big) and I pushed my chest out.

“Mmmm, lovely. And lower?”

I tilted my pelvis up and moved my feet just a bit wider. She looked intently at my pussy and licked her lips.

‘Turn.”

I turned round waiting (and hoping) for the order.

“Bend forward, oh and can you just pull at the sides? Yes, oh lovely what a gorgeous little pink butt hole you have there.”

She leaned right forward and blew on my exposed asshole. Oh my God! It felt so good. Then she gave me a smack on my butt and it was time to sit down pendik escort again.

“Enjoy that?”

I turned back round to face her.

“Oh God yes. You have got me so hot.”

At that moment Alice came in. She was now nude and sported quite an extensive variety of tattoos as did Linda.

‘Hope you don’t mind?” she said. We both smiled and shook our heads. Linda had stood up and I saw her pussy wasn’t just wet it was contracting.

“Good to see you girls are getting better acquainted,” Alice said with a smile as she handed us our coffees .Her hand moved to her tits and down to her shaved pussy.

“Yvonne just buzzed me before, the patient in there now wants you guys and me to watch as Yvonne does her pussy tattoo. Bring your coffees.”

Ooh yes please. We took our hot coffees and all trooped in naked to watch Martie get her tattoo. Martie was naked as was Yvonne. We sat on either side of Martie and Alice crouched to Yvonne’s left side. Martie’s legs were wide apart and her shaved pussy was simply dripping.

She looked up at us and gave a nervous little smile.

“I’m really scared,” she said looking up at me- ooh that was what I needed to hear sweetheart thanks ever so much.

‘Will you guys hold my hands- tight.”

We moved our chairs round to sit beside her and held her hands. I stroked her arm and felt it relax. She turned her head to look at me and I got a lovely wee smile. She looked at my hand and then at her nipple and I got another smile.

I smiled back and moved my hand onto her breast. I rubbed my palm over her nipple and felt it harden.

“Nice?” I asked.

“Mmmm, very.” she murmured.

The sensuous moment was interrupted by Yvonne’s work down there and Martie’s eyes were suddenly wide open – as was her mouth.

Possibly the sense of overwhelming terror I felt at that precise moment was picked up because almost straightaway I felt someone’s breasts on my shoulders. It was Alice hugging me.

“Hey, it doesn’t hurt that much honey, honestly, I’ve got ’em and I know. Just stay with us and relax. You’re doing a great job here for Martie. Isn’t she Martie?”

“Oh yeah, sorry about before,” Martie said looking across at me again and doing her absolute best to look brave.

So suddenly I was weepy. I couldn’t help it, the tears rolled down my cheeks as I blinked furiously trying to stop them.

Yvonne stopped her work looked up at me and smiled.

“Do you know why I get so much work Raewyn?”

I shook my head.

“Some of its just the ‘don’t want a man seeing my girlie bits’ but a lot of it has to do with emotion, cry all you want in front of us. And guess what?”

I shrugged.

“You’ll be fine, this is so much easier and less painful than you think.”

She gave me a pat on the leg and a smile then went back to tattooing the rose on Martie’s pussy. It did look nice I must say. All this time Linda had stayed quiet, she had held Martie’s other hand and patted it ,stroked her arm and her shoulder and whispered words of encouragement to her when it really had hurt.

That’s right; everything I had wanted to do and failed miserably in.

She looked across at me and winked. It was a conspiratorial wink and it made me feel like I belonged, which was kinda nice. Yvonne put the finishing touch to Martie’s tattoo and stood back so we could examine it. It was a pink rose with the stem crossing her pussy on the diagonal and one leaf starting just at the left edge of her labia.

“Oh, that is beautiful,” I told her,”that looks so pretty. I was going to get a teddy bear but can I get a rose too?”

“Sure,” replied Yvonne.

‘Tell you what,” piped in Linda,” I was going to get a dragon but I’ll get a rose too and could you do mine with three leaves and Raewyn would you like two leaves on yours. So, like we have the rose in common but they’re just a bit different.”

I agreed and to my surprise I was next in the chair.

“My treat,” Linda told me with a smile, I’m not worried about getting this tattoo- I’ve had a few as you can see but its new for you so , get on with it is the best thing for ya.”

She squeezed my hand as she said this, and made me feel good again.Yvonne drew the rose on my skin, just above my vagina and when she had finished she fingered my pussy. I lay there feeling these fingers working inside me as three naked women watched intently. She didn’t get much resistance from me and very soon I could feel my orgasm coming. I had it and as I lay there feeling so happy and relaxed she wiped me off and started tattooing. It was bearable, and I was feeling so relaxed that I didn’t tense up and make it hard for her to do her work. Plus good old Linda had my left tit in her hand and was playing with the nipple while Alice was just straight out pashing with me. So with the distractions the tattooing wasn’t my sole focus of attention.

It didn’t seem long and she was finished. I saw it in the mirror- a rose with two leaves on the stem. Ooh it did look nice and I was suddenly really glad I had etiler escort done what I had and had stayed when I was so convinced I should flee.I swapped places with Linda and held her hand while she got her tattoos. Oh yeah I meant to get two others but, maybe another day, the rose was plenty to start with, for me.

Linda’s tattoos were finished, we gave Yvonne and Alice naked hugs and kisses and it was three o’clock on a Saturday afternoon. We had a quick shower, yes, together, and trooped out.I felt so close to them after what we had been through together and I didn’t want to see them go. So I had to say something, what? They started to head away to their cars ; it was now or I’d never get another chance.

“Um, Hey,” I called out. The both turned and looked at me. Shit think of something Raewyn. Think dammit think, ” um, what, um, I mean, would you,oh you know, should we go and have a drink maybe. Just to celebrate. Sort of thing. If you like. I mean I’d kinda like to , if you guys would?”

Well, no, it wasn’t great oratory but they smiled yes they would.

“Yeah, why not,” said Linda.

“Oh, gosh I’d love to ,” Martie said, “But June and I are going out this afternoon and I’m late now. I want to stay in touch can we meet up another time?”

We both smiled and said that would be fine but, in fact, we never saw her again.

After she had said her good byes, leaving me a little flat in the process we stood there, Linda and I saying nothing.I didn’t want to say anything, my last effort had been a disaster and I wasn’t keen on a repeat.

“Tell you what , my place is about ten minutes away.”

She gave me the address and how to get there ( enter it on my Tom tom and listen to the nice lady’s voice?) but in any case to follow her.

So I did and we arrived in a convoy of two. Linda lived there on her own, following the breakup. We went on through to the lounge and I thought how nice it all looked. Her lounge and dining room were open plan with a ranch slider out onto a private patio area. Very nice indeed- considering I was still living at home. With my Mom. Ooh, no, none of that, just living there on account of being too much of a wimp to stand on my own two feet.

I felt should say something.

‘Wow, this is amazing,” I managed to come up with.

Linda smiled at me.

“Come here,” she said with her arms out. I went to her and she wrapped her arms round me as we hugged.

“”God, thank you for speaking up back there,” Linda said. “I was hoping it might just be you and me.”

She winked as she finished.

“Hey its really private out here, but I don’t have any robes for us,” she said giving me another and this time overdone wink.

We both stripped where we stood leaving the clothes where they lay.

She sat on the swing seat and I sat next to her leaning forward so she could put her arm round me. We turned in to face each other and had our first proper kiss.When we broke she smiled at me and said,”Never thought getting a tattoo could be so much fun.”

I had never felt so proud of myself than I did at that exact moment.

“So tell me about yourself, ” she said.

Well its a fair question but oh I hate that, I am so boring.

“Oh, um, well I’m Raewyn Potter, I’m twenty three and I live at home with my Mom. Oh and I work as an accounts clerk. There, is that boring or what?”

She hugged me.

“You’re not a description, you’re not your job , you’re you and I think you’re pretty exciting and pretty special.”

‘Really?” I asked.

“Yes really,” Linda answered emphatically. Then she added ,”Boy, you are really hard on yourself. You’ve got an overachieving sister maybe?”

I turned to her and gave a little smile.

“Yes, Estelle is the success story in our family. She went to College and became an attorney and now she and her husband live in a big house and she ..” and I did that rolling your hand gesture to show there were more and more successes for Estelle. Actually she was never mean to me, a bit bossy I guess but the difference in how I was regarded by Mom compared to Estelle was pretty obvious. I didn’t enjoy that.

‘Are you and your Mom?”

I stared at her.

” Lovers?”

‘Oh my goodness no! She’s my mother! No she has her life and I exist. We just live in the same house, that’s all.”

“Do you like living with her? “

“Never thought about it, well I I guess but I never had enough confidence to, you know, tell her I was going to move out.”

” Would you like to live somewhere else,” Linda asked.

“Well, yes, sometimes I think I would but…”

“You’re shy aren’t you? A rack like that and you’re shy! My God!”

“Oh, Mom says they’re too big, she says Estelle’s are far more attractive than these and she wants me to wear clothes that kind of conceal them,you know?”

“So when you stripped off today?”

“Oh that was me being a rebel, I kinda did it cause Mom couldn’t see me. Being naughty really,” and I turned to Linda and gave her a smile.

“Raewyn the Rebel istanbul escort huh?” Linda said, but she was smiling at me . Then she added,” Are you comfortable talking with me like this. I’m going next so it’s not just you.”

“Yes, its fine, you’ve got me thinking, I should be more independent and I think Mom would like me to move out. She’s got a new boyfriend and I think he’s a creep but she seems to like him so If I left he might…”

“Move in?” Linda asked.

“Yeah, think so.”

“So you’re in the way. Lovely, no wonder things aren’t great at home.”

“Why are you asking all these questions Linda?” I asked. It was beginning to feel like an Inquisition.

‘Cause I want you to move in with me you silly girl!” she said rolling her eyes in mock exasperation.

“Really? Me?”

“Yes you.” Linda asked.

“Do you really mean it?”

“Sure do.”

“OK then.”

I knew I was beaming just then and Oh! I was just so happy.

She moved to me and gave me such a squeeze, I hugged her back and buried my head in her shoulder as those damn tears came again.

We were still naked and Linda put some music on and swaying to it motioned for me to come over to her.I hadn’t danced naked before and the feel of her warm body against mine was just so nice. As we swayed her lips sought mine and we kissed passionately.

“Does your mother know you’re a lesbian?” Linda whispered in my ear.

“No idea. Don’t think so, I didn’t know until today.”

“Seriously? You didn’t know?”

“Well I thought I might be but I’d never tried, you know…”

“Fun, isn’t it?”

We spent the rest of the day together naked. She had her turn, Linda was thirty three, she worked from home and she was separated from her husband. The house had a big mortgage on it and it would have to be sold as she couldn’t afford to buy him out.

I liked that, it would be nice for us to move into a place that was ours; together. I told her and she smiled at me and hugged me; she loved the house and had hated the idea of moving but now I was in her life, well starting someplace new, our own little cottage, sounded pretty nice.

I guess there were times people could have looked in and seen us naked but I didn’t care- I had gone to get a tattoo and hoped that that might start a more fulfilling more adventurous phase in my life but this was beyond my wildest dreams. It wasn’t that I wasn’t sexual and it wasn’t that I hadn’t had boyfriends- with a chest like mine I always got looks- but the dates I had gone on hadn’t worked out like I had hoped.

Why they hadn’t was something I had never been able to work out. I had put it down to “chemistry” or rather the lack of it. The truth, it dawned on me now, was that I just didn’t like men touching me. Linda had touched me everywhere and I craved more but if a man had touched me like that I would have felt dirty and worthless.

We made dinner and sat eating it at the corner of the table so we could be as close to each other as physically possible.

‘What do you think?” I asked.

“Of you?”

I nodded.

“I think you’re amazing. I thought the instant I saw you ‘that’s the girl for me.”

I pulled a face. She smiled back at me.

“Its true darling, honest to God its true. And I love you. OK? I love you.So there.”

I looked at her and started to cry.

‘My God you’re a weepy wee thing aren’t you,” Linda exclaimed as she leaned forward to hug me. I looked up and she had tears in her eyes too.

I went back to hugging her and we stood up, still in our hug and swayed back and forward in each others’ arms.

Finally she asked .

“Well?”

“Oh I love you, oh I love you so much, my goodness I never dreamed I would meet anyone as nice as you.” I told her and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying again.

Sometime in the night I felt something wet pushing against my bottom, I parted my legs and this thing pushed slowly inside my asshole. I raised my head and I was told to lie still and enjoy.

I did. My butt was completely relaxed and the shaft went in and out as I lay there half asleep just enjoying the feeling of being reamed. It stopped with the strap on still inside me and Linda lying on me. I stroked her arm and went back to sleep.

She watched me wake up that morning.

“I fucked you last night,” she whispered in my ear.

“I know,” I replied with a grin, “why don’t you tie me up next time?”

“You are naughty Raewyn,” she said pretending to be shocked then pulled the covers down and spanked my bare bottom. Not too hard but I felt it- I loved it.

“Now will you tie me up,” I asked her.

‘No,” she said with a final smack followed by her massaging my butt,”we need to get you moved in, then we need to start looking for a place.”

After we had our first breakfast together followed by our first shower together we got dressed to head over to my place in her SUV. I had on a pair of her jeans and a top- that I nearly burst out of- and my shoes. She got into her clothes with much less fuss- as she was at pains to point out- and we headed off, in her SUV back to my place.

Shit head was there. Fuck it, I wanted to just say good bye to Mom but he’d be hovering in the back ground, eying me up just as he did all the young women. We went in, no way I was going to knock if fuck face was there.

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Jessie always loved the woods and the mountains. This was her favorite time of year, spring, and her favorite time of day just as the sun came up. She’d found this spot last spring and drove to it every chance she got. It was so secluded and quiet. The winding path through the woods was old and had been used by many but was now deserted.

As she walked along she listened to the soft breeze through the trees and felt it gently blow her soft cotton dress. The light mist in the air caressed her skin like a lover and made her think of soft hands. She took her shoes off so she could feel the leaves that had gathered over the winter. It was like a carpet that gently tickled the bottoms of her feet and gave her little shivers up her spine.

The birds were out this morning and singing their songs. The squirrels scampered along looking for treasures buried in the winter – treasures that would never be found. Wasn’t that true of life? She had seen so many treasures and dreams come and go and now all she wanted was a quiet, peaceful time in the woods.

Finally she came to the meadow she had been looking for. It was as if the trees opened up just for her to let in the sunshine. There were big boulders all around and the smell of fresh earth and newly blooming flowers. She found her favorite spot and the huge boulder on which she had sunbathed so many times.

The rock was cool as she lay on it and the sun warmed her like a blanket. She closed her eyes and just listened to the sounds of nature. Without even thinking she began to unbutton her dress – no one was around and no one would tell her she couldn’t be free. Her dress fell open softly and she lazily began to explore her body. Her breasts were small with very large nipples that were hard from the excitement that was beginning to stir. She let her hands flow over her breasts and down over her small waist and flat tummy. The sensations were overwhelming – her body moved ever so slightly back and forth against the rock.

Her hands continued down her thighs and then up the soft skin on her inner thigh. She didn’t istanbul escort want to touch that most sensitive place just yet. She wanted to savor the feelings of nakedness – her oneness with nature. She continued to stroke her body, letting her hands go where they would and enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. She loved touching herself and the arousal was beginning to grow – as she knew it would.

Her hands grazed ever so lightly over her beautifully shaved mound – making large circles that included her thighs and her belly. More and more her hand went to that joyous place, rubbing easily, knowing no one could please her like she pleased herself. The tension of her body increased and she moved again with the rhythm of nature – her hips beginning to thrust upward. She was caught up in her own world – a world of pleasure and fantasy and of total release. She could hear the birds in the background but even they had become insignificant now.

Her fingers moved into her own wetness and her body jerked slightly at the feeling. Gliding them slowly up over her swollen clit she moaned quietly. She used her other hand to spread her throbbing lips apart so that she had better access to that swollen bud. She put her fingers to her mouth and tasted her own juices – so bittersweet. Now back to that pleasure bud she allowed her fingers to flick it lightly – just enough to make her want to cum but not quite. She would prolong this as much as she could – enjoying the sensations that moved over her entire body. This was her world – it didn’t belong to anyone else and she was totally engulfed in it.

“Excuse me.” Jessie sat upright, pulling her dress around her. How dare anyone invade her private place? Who was this person? She felt her entire body flush with anger and embarrassment. As she looked around to see who would have the nerve to interrupt her she saw the most incredible creature. She was tall with broad shoulders, small breasts and rounded hips. Her chestnut hair hung in long waves down to her waist. She was dressed in jeans and istanbul outcall escort a long shirt with sandals on her feet.

“Excuse me, I didn’t mean to interrupt something so beautiful but I had to know who you are.” The voice was so compelling, so sensual. Jessie had difficulty finding her own voice. She tried to explain that she didn’t think anyone ever came here and she was very embarrassed to be caught like this.

“My name is Elizabeth and I own this property. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before.” The woman didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by what she’d come upon and she wasn’t at all embarrassed. Jessie finally found her voice and tried to explain how much she loved this meadow and how often she found solace here. The words sounded so empty and phony.

“Please continue what you were doing. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in a very long time,” said Elizabeth. Jessie was stunned…she didn’t know whether to run or scream or give in to the impulse she had to continue what she was doing. Elizabeth moved closer to her and Jessie drew her dress tighter around her.

“Please – seeing you get so much pleasure out of your own body is so wonderful and I just want to enjoy watching you.” Jessie was speechless but she couldn’t deny the feeling she had of wanting to go on – to let someone see how much pleasure there was here. She had never wanted to share this before and certainly had never though of sharing it with a woman.

With a little fear and a lot of hesitation she leaned back on the rock and let her dress fall to the side again. She began moving her hands over her body and found that the pleasure was so much more than it had been before. Knowing that someone was watching her made the sensations almost unbearable. With trembling hands she moved to her clit again and found it so swollen and wanting. Her pussy was wet with juices she didn’t know she had. She began to pleasure herself again but this time with more intensity than ever.

She was so close to orgasm etiler escort and yet she wanted to wait…. to make this last as long as possible. With her eyes closed she could feel every movement, every stroke, every touch so much more. Her body began to tremble even more as she held back the explosion. Then something new and strange happened – there were other hands on her, moving over her warm, glistening body. She didn’t care, didn’t wonder who it was, didn’t want it to stop. She touched the hands that were touching her and guided them to her wetness. Oh god, the feeling was unbelievable. Her hips thrust upward to reach those gentle hands.

Elizabeth moved down so that her breath was covering that beautiful pussy. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her tongue glided across Jessie’s clit so lightly and yet it sent shock waves through Jessie’s body. Now Elizabeth began to suck that bud she had seen so clearly as she watched from afar. Her own wetness was growing. She needed release as much as Jessie did.

Elizabeth paused only long enough to quickly remove her jeans then she was back to Jessie, sucking and licking and stroking her pussy. Jessie reached for Elizabeth and moved her hips over to her mouth. She had never done this before and didn’t know what to do but it all seemed so natural. Elizabeth straddled Jessie and slowly lowered her hips so that her pussy was just out of reach. Jessie could take no more – she put her arms around Elizabeth’s hips and pulled her down to her mouth. It was so easy, so wonderful. She sucked on Jessie’s clit like she had done this all her life. She licked her juices and pushed her tongue deep inside Elizabeth. She felt Elizabeth jerk and heard her moan with pleasure.

Both women were so needy but neither could stop the tasting of each other. Both of their bodies tensed as their orgasms came closer. Each wanted to prolong it but neither of them could. They both came in a rapturous flow of sweet pussy juices. They sucked and licked each other clean and then collapsed.

Without a word being said they lay in each other’s arms, kissing so lightly, tasting themselves on each other. They lay that way for a long time as the sun rose in the sky and warmed them. As with all good things, this must end, but not before they shared another time of lovemaking. There would be so many more trips to the woods for both of them. There was a new appreciation of nature and all She is.

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It was Sunday morning, and Elizabeth and her husband John were in their Sunday best at the 9 o’clock church service. Elizabeth wore a long, floral dress, pink with blue flowers, and she had her hair plaited across her right shoulder. John was dressed in a shirt and tie, and from the neck up he looked good, like the man she remembered marrying so many years ago. Then her eyes strayed down to his paunch hanging over his too tight belt line. She sighed.

They stood for the hymn and watched Charlotte lead the choir. She looked a perfect angel in her long blue robe and her impeccably coiffed hair. She and John each sang from their hymnals, and Elizabeth pictured Charlotte’s lithe, graceful nude body. She leaned forward so far that she nearly dropped her book.

When the service concluded, Elizabeth told John that she had to go and catch up with Charlotte, and that she would meet him down at the reception, after the children service. John left to go teach his Sunday school class.

Elizabeth watched Charlotte get onto the first floor church elevator, now out of her robe and wearing a knee length ivory shift, returning to her office before leading the next worship service. Elizabeth quickly took the stairs to the third floor, and saw Charlotte’s blonde curls as she entered her office at the end of the hall.

Elizabeth peeked around the doorframe to see Charlotte tidying papers on her desk, her back to the maltepe escort door. She looked around the hallway, and then briskly walked through the door, shutting it behind her.

Charlotte whirled around as she heard the door shut. “Elizabeth! You startled me!! What is up, girlfriend?”

Elizabeth slowly walked to the center of the room, and stared Charlotte directly in the face. Charlotte, nearly six inches shorter than Elizabeth, and very thin, shrunk from her self-assured pose.

“Take off your dress.”

Charlotte gasped and her eyes went wide. “Is everything all right? Listen, I know what we did was a little out of character and unusual, but we can’t just go and do it anytime, I have to get back to church!”

“Take off your dress.”

“You need to stop and think about what you’re doing, Elizabeth. What we did was to help you explore your body, it’s not meant to be your whole life. Ask yourself, ‘what would Jesus do?'”

Elizabeth reached out and put her strong hand at the base of Charlotte’s neck, one thumb on her throat. She put just enough pressure to send her message.

Charlotte’s eyes welled up with tears.

Elizabeth stared into them. “Jesus said he would cast out the Jezebels onto a bed of suffering. Do you remember that, from Revelations? Do you remember what he said about harlotry? Do you ever stop and ask about, nişantaşı escort what happens when you fuck one of your counseling clients and fellow church members when you know they’re vulnerable and film it and put it on the Internet? Do you know what those men said about me on that video? Do you? Take off your dress!”

Charlotte looked away. She was quivering all over. She found the zipper for her formfitting ivory dress, and slowly brought it down, parting it in front of her, revealing her thin frame, small breasts, and alabaster skin.

Elizabeth had not released her grip on Charlotte’s throat. “When I found out what you did, I couldn’t think about anything. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t talk to my kids. I couldn’t talk to my husband. You’re playing games with my life. You’ve made me into something shameful. And you have to pay for that. Take off your bra and underpants. And turn around.”

Charlotte’s face and chest turned red, as she complied, displaying her bright pink nipples, cherry red on the marble of her skin. She revealed her small crotch, adorned with a thatch of brown hair. She turned around to face the desk.

Elizabeth took Charlotte by the back of the neck, and pushed her head down, so that it was against the table. Charlotte’s ass and pussy were open and up in the air.

Charlotte sobbed. “Elizabeth, please, ümraniye escort whatever you’re going to do, I want you to remember that you’re a good person. I want you to remember that, yes, I shouldn’t have done that to you. I took something that was a moment of discovery for you, and I made it into part of a game that Darcie and I were playing, and that was wrong. But if you keep going like this, hurting me in the way that I hurt you, it’s never going to stop. Do you think that you’re going to kill this thing in you by getting back at me? You’re not. We believe in a faith that’s about forgiveness and change. We believe there’s no one beyond redemption. I want you to sit down, and let’s talk about this, OK?”

As Charlotte spoke, Elizabeth’s grasp loosened. She felt the tension and rage drain from her. She took a step back, and sat down on the sofa. Charlotte stood up and turned around, wiped her nose and her mouth, and then found her underpants. She put them back on, and then her dress.

“Thank you,” said Charlotte. She sat down on her chair and faced Elizabeth, whose face was a mass of tears.

“Everything is just falling apart,” Elizabeth said. “I don’t know how to get back.”

“An eye for an eye makes the world go blind. Let’s talk about this.”

“I was always taught, ‘he who is without sin, cast the first stone,’ but what do you do when you’re the one being stoned? Oh my god, what was I going to do?”

“Elizabeth, I don’t know what the best thing to do is. None of us do. But we just have to talk to each other and ask each other what we want. That’s the only way we’re going to stop hurting each other and actually enjoy our lives together.”

She reached out and she and Elizabeth embraced, both weeping, reconciled.

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Dear Frank, you punk:

As promised, here is the story I was telling you. Rather than make you remember where I left off, I will tell you the entire story. Jenn used to hate trains and I wanted her to love them as much as I do. One weekend, when Marie would be working an eighteen hour shift on Saturday as well as her usual shift on Sunday, we all realized she would not be very good company. Marie arranged to sleep over at the hospital Saturday night. They found a spare bed for her. Jenn and I booked passage on an Amtrak sleeper car to Ohio and another sleeper back to New York. Of course you know we didn’t do any sleeping.

We got in our sleeper compartment and I immediately locked the door. Jenn was wearing a tee shirt with her midriff showing, jeans so tight they seemed painted on, a sports bra, panties and sandals. I walked behind her and pulled her shirt over her head and kissed the back of her neck. I slid my fingers under her bra straps as I sucked on her earlobe. I pulled Jenn’s sports bra over her head and I soon held her heavy tits in my hands. They were at least three pounds each. I massaged her melons and pulled on her nipples. They got hard so quickly. I pushed her against the window, after the train began to move, and pressed her tits against the glass. I slid my right hand down and caressed her ass. I spanked her ass and then caressed it again. I rubbed between her legs. I heard her breath getting faster. Her big beautiful tits were pressed against the window as neighborhood after neighborhood zipped by. She had no idea if people could see her. She panted so hard, the glass fogged. I rubbed her cunt so hard through her jeans and panties. She moaned loudly. I reached around her small waist, and unbuttoned her jeans, then opened her fly. I yanked her jeans down to her knees. I rubbed her through her panties. They were soaked. I stepped down on the basket that was formed by the top of her jeans hanging from her knees. I pushed her jeans down to her ankles. I rubbed her flooded panties so hard. She was panting harder.

I pulled her away from the glass and was startled. Her breath had fogged up every inch of the glass that was not covered by flesh. There were clear spots where her cheek and her tits had been. The relief of her breasts on the fogged window was spectacular. I stared at it for a very long time. I brought her over to the wall where the bunks were. I took off every last stitch of my own clothing and hers. I slapped her ass hard and I pushed her so she could lean against the top bunk and then I scooted under her onto the bottom bunk. Her sopping cunt was right there in front of me. I smiled, thinking how beautiful it was, and dove right in. She moaned so loudly. I was really turned on. I could feel how puffy my own pussy was.

I love Jennifer so much. I took my time. There was no rush. The train left Penn Station at 3:40 in the afternoon and would not arrive in Cleveland until around 3:30 in the morning. We would spend two hours in Cleveland and return to Penn Station before 7 Sunday evening. We had reservations for the Radisson Hotel Cleveland Gateway, less than a mile from the train station. istanbul bayan escort

Knowing how much time I had with J, I teased the shit out of her. I licked and sucked and nibbled all around her pussy. I slid the tip of my tongue all around her clit without touching it. I went slowly all over her pussy. Whenever I felt her coming close to climax, I stopped, counted to twenty and then blew on her pussy. I lost count of how many times I worked her up to the edge and then stopped completely. It’s not that I’m a mean lover. I’m not. We just had a lot of time and I wanted to use it productively. Ok, I admit it. I wanted Jenn to beg. I wasn’t about to make my lover suffer (I say lover because we weren’t engaged at that point), I just wanted to make her release – when she finally had one – fucking awesome.

I’m not entirely sure where we were, I’m guessing somewhere in New Jersey, when I finally decided to let Jenn have her orgasm. I licked her clit for the first time, having touched and licked and sucked just about everywhere else short of penetrating her. She shuddered and moaned, so I sucked hard on her clit like a Hoover. I knew she was close and I had no intention of stopping. Seriously, I wanted to get that gorgeous woman off. She was moaning and panting and wheezing a little.

“Don’t stop, Chloe,” Jenn said, “I am so fucking close. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop. Oh, God, Chloe, keep going.”

I was about to stop sucking and plunge my tongue as deeply as I could inside her when there was a knock on the door. The door I’d locked. It was a male voice, so I was fairly confident in what I did next. I pulled away from Jenn, took our tickets from my purse, opened the door wide and greeted the conductor in my birthday suit. His eyes popped out a little and as he examined our tickets, he peered in the compartment to see Jenn sitting down on the lower bunk, also naked. He punched the tickets, smiled at us and walked down to the next compartment.

I walked over to Jenn. See was frigging herself. I stopped her and placed one of my hands behind her neck and the other hand under her knees and pivoted her so she was laying down in the middle of the bunk. I got between her legs and I dove into her delicious muff.

You asked me, the second time we went to Mulcahy’s bar, which of us is the dom and which is the sub. It really isn’t like that for us. Jenn and I are lovers; that’s really the only role we fill with each other. Sometimes one of us is the aggressor, but it’s not always her and not always me.

I drove my tongue into her cunt and fucked her. I bobbed my head at first. Just in and out action to begin with; then I would flick my tongue around as my head plunged and flicked again on the return. Her breathing changed and her moans were louder and longer. I pulled my tongue out of her and slipped two fingers inside of her. I got my fingers nice and wet and then used those fingers to rub her clit as my tongue returned to her pussy.

She had an explosive orgasm. I was so happy she got off, but I wasn’t done with her. I frigged her faster and teased her kartal escort labia with my teeth. She had a second orgasm just as the first seemed to fade. Then she had a third, and a fourth and, finally, a fifth orgasm. Her clit was now too sensitive and I let her relax on the lower bunk.

I went to my cell phone and hooked into the train’s wi-fi signal. I searched for a cab company in Cleveland. I chose the first one on the list and called the number for it. I set up a timed pickup at the train station for 3:30 and another at the hotel for 5:25. With that concern off my mind, I went to freshen up in the bathroom. I peed, I washed my hands and face and drank from the sink. I was just about to leave, when Jenn entered and got herself freshened up as well. She peed and washed her hands and face. I smiled at her, lovingly, and we kissed. It started off gently, but she soon pushed me against a wall and kissed me harder. Her hands roamed my body. I surrendered to her.

She quickly had three fingers in my sopping cunt and was fucking me hard. I was moaning so loudly. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. I didn’t want to. She took me standing up in the bathroom and, in what seemed like a very short time, I came four times. My knees buckled and Jenn saved me from dropping to the floor. We staggered back to the bottom bunk. For a long time we were just kissing and groping each other.

I’m not certain how long it took me to get the idea to slide four fingers inside Jenn’s wet pussy. The idea quickly met with her approval. We suddenly went from lazy kisses and petting to fisting each other; neither of us complained. We occasionally got into these fits where we were just insatiable for each other.

Jenn and I plunged hard and deep into each other’s pussy. Both of us had volcanic orgasms soon afterward.

We never really rested. We would simply concentrate on a different area. If our clits were too sensitive, we amused ourselves with breasts. When nipples could no longer stand to be touched, assholes were fingered. We were in physical contact with each other for hours.

During another “break”, I called the hotel and asked them to have fruit, cheese and wine waiting in our room for us. I had no idea if they had 24 hour room service and I simply did not want to take that chance. I hadn’t realized I was fingering myself while I was on the phone with the hotel. I was just too horny to keep my hands off myself. Jenn patiently waited until I was off the phone before she licked my pussy and grabbed my boobs the way I like.

Maybe it’s the masseuse’s touch, but nobody else grabs my tits quite the way J does. She’s not gentle, but she’s not too rough. There’s a balance to her touch. I neither feel abused nor do I feel neglected; I feel loved. I definitely felt loved at that moment. Her tongue was all over my pussy. I was breathing hard. I could only reach her back and my fingers traced lazy circles on the back of her shoulder.

We had a nice back-and-forth going on for a while. She would eat me out and make me orgasm and I would return the favor. She would kozyatağı escort suck my breasts and get me off and I would do the same for her. We got to the point where our enthusiasm was still strong but we were not especially frenetic in our actions. We were not rushing. We fucked each other hard, but took our time with it.

At one “break”, it dawned on me to check the time and I realized we had been at it for about twelve hours and it was time to get dressed and get off at Cleveland. I wish I could say Cleveland is an enchanting city, but it was dark when we arrived. Our cab was waiting for us. There was no traffic at that time of night. We were soon at the hotel and we quickly checked into our room. The food we had ordered was waiting for us. We had used up a lot of energy and felt no shame as we devoured the edibles. As strange as it seems, we did not have sex at the hotel. We ate, we drank, we showered; the brief hotel stay was about recovery. We did kiss in the hotel, but we both seemed to understand the sex of that weekend should be reserved for the rails.

We checked out, paying the extra bit for the room service, and our second cab was waiting for us. Again, I really didn’t get to see Cleveland. We zipped across town and were soon at the station. We boarded our train and found our compartment. The door was locked and clothing was on the floor before the train moved.

We began our return trip in the top bunk; it only seemed fair. We tribbed each other hard. Jenn loves tribbing; I am not saying I don’t. What I am saying is that it is one of her favorite things and we try to do it at least twice a week.

Yes, Frank; I know you read that last sentence and asked, “Chloe, why do you only do it twice a week if it’s one of her favorites?”

That’s actually precisely why. We don’t want to get bored with it. It’s more fun to explore new activities than to do the same old things over and over and over again. I would rather have one night of licking her ass than seven nights of it. If you do it one night, it’s special. If you do it every night, it’s perfunctory. The same goes for tribbing. We didn’t, and don’t, want it to lose its magic. It had become obvious that were weren’t the same wild bitches in heat, at first, on the return trip. We spent the better part of an hour slapping clits together. This is not complaining; this is description. I never complain about bumping pelvises with that goddess.

There was a point where we were too tired to move but not tired enough to fall asleep. We cuddled each other but stared in each other’s eyes. I could stare into those blue eyes forever. Writing my story down for you, Punk, I begin to wonder if it’s really that sexy. It went from raw and animalistic, to slow and loving, to hot and wild to too worn out to move. We did eventually recover from our lethargy and had multiple orgasms through much of eastern Pennsylvania. I suppose we fucked on the way to Cleveland and made love on the way home. I’m sure you appreciate the distinction.

When our train finally arrived in Penn Station, Jenn was no longer anxious about riding the rails. We rode the Babylon branch and she was cool as a cucumber. We snuggled as we waited for our station. Jenn and I commute by train to the school now. It’s more relaxed and better for the environment than driving.

I hope you liked this, Frank. If you ever need a lesbian wing man again, let me know. Take care of yourself.

Yours,

Chloe

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