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Morgan was a raven-haired beauty, with long dark hair that fell across her Italian-tan skin and had a body with the sleek curves of a finely tuned F1 race car. Her dark eyes, once bright and full of mystery, were now sad and empty. In her mid-40s, she was stuck in a loveless marriage with no way out. The word “divorce” had been brought up before. Morgan’s husband Dave, the owner of a very successful local business, had promised her that if she ever tried to leave him he would bury her in lawyers and she would walk away with nothing and be homeless and alone for the rest of her life. He looked at her as his servant and occasional whore. He barely touched her unless he was demanding a blowjob or when he came home drunk from a business meeting and would roughly sodomize her. As for their son Matthew, who was home from college on summer break, it seemed as if he only looked at her as a short order cook, laundromat, and maid.

She thought maybe she had lost her looks. But when she looked in the mirror, she liked what she saw. She felt like she was aging well. And, judging by the looks other men gave her, she was all but certain they agreed.

All of that changed one fateful day.

Morgan was doing her typical Monday routine working around the house when the doorbell rang at 9 a.m. on a Monday morning. Dave was at the office and Matt was at work with his father learning the tricks of the trade.

Who could that be? she thought to herself. She opened the door only to find no one there. She looked to the left and the right but saw nothing. Then she spotted the package at her feet.

It was a pink box with a large pink bow. She picked it up and inspected it. There was a tag. She was shocked to see it was addressed to her. She looked it over, flipping the box over and checking all sides before bringing it into the house. She sat down on the couch then laid the box on the coffee table in front of her. She paused before she began to delicately unwrap the bow and open the box.

When she pulled the lid off, she found a typed note in all caps on top its contents.

MORGAN, WEAR THIS OUTFIT AS YOU DO YOUR CHORES TODAY UNTIL 4 P.M. THEN YOU CAN CHANGE BACK INTO YOUR REGULAR CLOTHES.

Her brow furrowed. “Who’s this from?” she asked herself. “They know my name and what I’m doing.” She gasped when she pulled the contents from the box and held it up. It was a sheer pink negligee. “Oh my God!” I can’t wear this! You can see right through it! Why even bother wearing anything? She placed the lingerie on the table. Her jaw dropped when she pulled out the other piece of material. Are these supposed to be panties! They’re…they’re…it’s a string with a see-through piece of lace attached!

She looked at the note again. WEAR THIS OUTFIT AS YOU DO YOUR CHORES. It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a demand.

Is this from Dave? Is that possible? Maybe he’s going to surprise me and wants me to be wearing something sexy when he comes home early. Maybe he’s changing. Maybe he’s finally starting to see me as a woman and not just his personal cum dumpster!

She filled with hope for the first time in years. She raced to the bedroom and slipped into the slinky outfit. She placed her hands on her hips and twisted in front of the mirror. Although she was dressed, not a bit of her tan body was hidden.

A smile stared back at her. “I make this look good,” she chuckled. “You still got it, girl!”

As she worked through the house she began to feel more comfortable in what little clothing she was wearing, even finding herself becoming aroused. She had forgotten what it felt like to be a sexy woman wearing provocative clothing. Occasionally she would stop and listen, thinking she might have heard the door opening. But it never came.

Finally, at 4 p.m. she changed into her normal every day clothing. She took another glance at the sexy outfit before folding it and tucking it away.

She had dinner ready when the boys came home at 5:30 that evening, just as her husband expected. After dinner, Matt went to his room, Dave took the paper to the patio, and Morgan cleaned the kitchen. Just another day in the Allen household. But this one was different. When Morgan finished in the kitchen, she joined her husband on the patio.

“Thank you for the present today,” she said softly.

“Present? What present?” he said from behind his newspaper.

“You know? The package you sent this morning.”

“I didn’t send you any fucking package this morning, woman. I’ve got more important things to do than send you fucking packages. You’re imagining things.”

“Stop playing,” she giggled.

He put the newspaper down and glared at her. “Woman, I told you, I didn’t get you any fucking package or present,” he snarled. “What kinda game are you playing? You trying to make me jealous or something? Make me think you’ve got a boyfriend sending you gifts or something?”

“What? No! Nothing like that. It’s just, I thought…”

“Tell you what. Now that you mention, I do have a present for you.”

For tokat escort the briefest moment her heart skipped a beat. That was until he started tugging at his belt buckle and unzipping his fly.

“There! Ha ha! There’s your fucking present!” he chortled as he waved his flaccid man meat at her. “What? Don’t you want your present?”

“I…I…”

“Get over here, get on your knees, and do what you do what you do best, bitch,” he growled.

“But…but…Matt might come out. The neighbors might see.”

“And what will they see? They’ll see a fucking whore giving her husband a fucking blowjob. Now get over here!”

She solemnly rose from her chair and took the few steps to him. He watched with a crooked smile as she slowly dropped to her knees between his legs. She replaced his hand with hers and slowly leaned into his lap.

“Ohhhhhh yeah, that’s it, right there,” he moaned when she took him into her mouth. “Now suck it good. Suck it like the good little whore you are and maybe I’ll give you a present,” he chuckled.

She felt him quickly grow in her mouth. He wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination, or even big. But she let him believe his was the biggest cock on the face of the planet.

“That’s it. How do you like sucking on that fat cock? How do you like it?” he hissed.

She nodded her head. “Mmmmmhmmm. Mmmmhmmmm.”

He placed his hand on the back of her head and shoved. “Come on, bitch. Stop fuckin’ around and take it all!” As she had done so many times before, she easily took his tip into her throat. “Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah!”

She had been feeling oddly aroused all day. Even though orally pleasing her husband had become a chore, she found herself becoming aroused even more. She slid her hand inside her shorts and squeaked at the first tough of her own hand.

“Hey! What the fuck! Are you fucking fingering yourself? Knock that shit off! Concentrate on what you’re doing here! This is about me, not you, you fucking bitch!”

She yanked her hand out of her pants and began to suck on him harder than she ever had. She wanted this to be over and over quickly. Soon she felt him throbbing in her mouth.

“Oh yeah! That’s fucking it right there! Jesus Christ, that’s it! Holy fuck, you’re gonna make me cum already!” He quickly stood up, grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her back, then grabbed his glistening bone with the other and began to jerk himself mere inches from her face. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!”

His hips jerked. A thick rope shot out of his pole and splashed across her face. Another small spurt landed on her chin and dripped onto her shirt. He yanked her head forward and jammed his poker into her mouth again.

“There you go! Suck it dry! Suck my balls dry, you bitch!”

After a few pumps into her face, he released her hair from his grip and fell back into his seat. He looked at her cum-streaked face and laughed.

“Ha ha ha! There’s your fucking present! Did you like it? Did you like your present, bitch?”

She knew the exact response he expected. “Yes. I liked it very much. Thank you,” she said meekly.

“Ha ha ha! I thought you’d like it!” He paused. “You know, if the business ever goes south, we’ll put you on a street corner. You know how to suck cock, that’s for damn sure.”

“Why must you say such things to me?” she asked quietly as she rose to her feet.

“Because you’re a cock loving whore, that’s why. Now go clean that shit off your face before your son sees you.”

She left just in the nick of time. A few moments later, Matt appeared at the patio door.

“Everything okay, Dad? I thought I heard a bunch of yelling?”

“Oh yeah, everything’s okay. Your mother’s such a horny little bitch! She just couldn’t wait and gave me head out here. Kind of caught me by surprise, but it’s all good. Everything’s fine.”

“Jesus, Dad! TMI!”

Dave laughed. “Oh, don’t be such a drama queen! Your mother loves my cock, what can I say? Ha ha ha!” he laughed as Matt walked back to his room.

Morgan walked to the one bathroom in the house and looked at herself in the mirror. She grabbed a towel, sat on the toilet, buried her face in the towel and began to quietly sob.

*****

Tuesday was just another day as she went through her normal Tuesday routine. She couldn’t help but wonder all day, if it wasn’t Dave that sent the package, who was it? Who could it possibly be? The thought of having a secret admirer amused her. Every so often she would check the front door to see if another mystery package had been dropped off. But no package came. As she began dinner that evening, the thought occurred to her that maybe that would be the one and only package she would get from her “secret admirer”. The thought saddened her a little.

*****

Wednesday morning, as she sorted laundry, the doorbell rang. At first she froze.

Could it be?!

She raced to the door and yanked it open. Alas, no one was there. Her heart leapt when she saw the package yozgat escort at her feet. She grabbed the box and raced to the living room, where she sat it on the coffee table, just as she had done with the first package. This one was heavier than the previous box.

This package was a royal blue with a shiny blue ribbon. She carefully lifted the lid. Once again, there was a typewritten note on top.

YOU DID WELL MONDAY, MORGAN! YOU FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTIONS TO A “T”, EVEN GIVING A BONUS TO YOUR HUSBAND.

She gasped when she read that. How…how did he know?!

The note continued. I KNOW TODAY IS YOUR LAUNDRY DAY.

How does he know that?!

BUT I ASK THAT YOU WEAR THIS OUTFIT UNTIL 4 P.M. JUST AS YOU DID MONDAY.

She lifted the garment from the box. It was a lacy dark blue bustier with garter belts. There were matching stockings as well as a thong with a tiny triangle of matching material.

Under the clothing was another note. She gasped when she read it.

YOU CAN USE THE DILDO AFTER 3 P.M.

Her jaw dropped when she lifted the paper. There it was. A huge, dark brown dildo. She hesitantly reached into the shallow box and grabbed it. It was heavier than she thought it would be. And more realistic. The detail of the veins wrapping around the thick shaft was impressive. She stared at it.

“There’s no way! This thing is three times as big as Dave!” She rotated and studied it. “Impossible!” But, much to her disbelief, just the thought of having this monster inside of her was making her hot and wet.

She took the contents to her bedroom and laid it on the bed. She peeled off her shorts and t-shirt and slipped into her new clothing. She’d never worn anything with garter belts before, it was a big of a struggle. But, once she got it all put together, she immediately felt sexy. She looked in the mirror.

“Damn! That’s hot!”

After admiring herself, she went back to her household duties. Each time she passed through the bedroom to hang up a shirt or put socks in the drawer, she saw the dildo laying on the bed. It was almost like it was calling her. Each time, the temptation was greater.

Early that afternoon, she was pulling a load of linens from the washer when she froze.

I normally hang these on the line. Outside. That means I would have to go…outside…wearing this! Oh my gosh. If the neighbors saw me wearing this… She gathered the linens and walked to the patio door, then considered her options. The fence is fairly tall. I…I think it’ll be okay. I…I don’t think anybody will…see me.

She slowly opened the sliding glass door, then stepped onto the cement patio as if she were stepping onto a field of glass shards. She stopped and quickly swiveled her head. The coast was clear. She walked to the clothesline at a brisk pace, then quickly threw up the linens and clipped them in place. Once accomplished, she picked up her basket and rushed back inside. Once she slid the door closed behind her, she fell back against it panting.

A smile crossed her face. What a rush!

The next 90 minutes seemed to crawl. 2:10. 2:20. At 2:40 she went outside to gather her linens, this time at a much more leisurely pace, almost hoping someone would see her. She brought the basket back into the bedroom to fold, just as she had done every Wednesday for years. But today there was this thing on the bed.

She glanced at it, then the clock. 2:50. The room was getting warmer.

2:55 her body was hot. She was envisioning it in her hand.

2:58 she began to unclip her garter belts.

2:59.

When the clock hit 3 p.m. her underwear was around her ankles. She stepped out of them, grabbed the rubber phallic, and sat on the bed with her back against the wooden headboard and her legs splayed across the bed. Her body was on fire.

She held in front of her face. “No way,” she whispered as she glanced down at her swollen slit. She scooched into a more comfortable position, brought her legs back, and lowered the thick tool between her legs.

She sighed and closed her eyes when the rubber first touched her. Of course, she had masturbated many times. But she had never used anything like this before. She hummed as she ran the tip along the length of her gash.

She squeaked when she first pushed, then barked when the head parted her lips.

Her head tilted back. “Ohhhhh myyyyy Goddddd,” she moaned as the first four inches slid in.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had anything even closely resembling and man’s member inside of her special place. It felt like her body was on fire. She looked down and saw that more than half of the prod was still exposed.

“Holy shit,” she sighed.

She slowly began to slide the tool in and out, moaning and biting her bottom lip. She was feeling fuller and fuller. She’d forgotten the thrill of having a man inside of her. She looked down. Only the base was showing.

“Oh my fucking God,” she moaned.

The pumps grew longer and faster. zonguldak escort Her moans became louder and extended. She was soon lying flat on the bed and squirming. She began to paw at her ample chest with one hand while she pumped with the other. Her hips began to rise and fall.

“Ohmagawd, yes. Yes. Ohmagawd, yes,” she groaned. She began to buck. Her stabs grew harder. “Ohmagawd! Ohmagawd, yes! Yes! Yes! Ohmagawd, yes! Ohmagawd! Ohmagawd! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Guh! Guh! Nnnnnngggghhhh aaaaiiiiiyyyyyeeeee!”

It felt like a 4th of July fireworks celebration had exploded inside her lithe body. Every nerve ending was on fire. Time stood still. Her mind went blank.

After what felt like days, her body sank into the bed. She closed her eyes. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. That was the most intense orgasm she could remember having. It was the closest thing to having sex she’d had in years.

*****

Thursday came and went without a package. But her normal Thursday routine changed that day. She did her housework in the pink negligee from Monday and took an afternoon break with her new brown lover.

Friday was typically her light day. Other than a few minor housekeeping chores, Friday was mostly a day for herself. Until the doorbell rang at 9 a.m.

She raced through the house and flung open the door.

“Shit!” she squawked when no one was there. But there was another package at her feet.

She briskly walked to the couch and laid the package on the coffee table. This was a plain white box and much smaller than the previous two with a simple white bow. Once again, the first thing she saw was a note when she opened the box. This one was short and to the point.

PUT THIS ON NOW.

She thought it was odd but went straightway to the bedroom. The first thing she pulled out was a lacy white half bra.

“What the…” she said to herself when she held it up. Nonetheless, she peeled off her clothing and strapped the bra on. It cupped her round and firm 36Cs perfectly. Next was the matching white thong and another note. After slipping into the thong, she read the note.

ANSWER THE PHONE.

No sooner had she put the note aside, the phone that had been hidden behind it lit up, startling her. She hesitantly picked up the phone.

“H-h-hello?”

“Hello, Morgan,” came the deep gravely response. “You’re doing very well. You follow instructions quite well.”

“Who is this?”

“That’s not important. This phone can only receive calls. You cannot make calls. There’s an ear piece in the box. Put it on.”

Sure enough, there it was, illuminated in the box.

She wrapped it around her ear and inserted the receiver. “Okay, it’s on.”

“Can you hear me okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good, good. Would you like your next set of instructions?”

“Um, sure.”

“You have a long black coat in your closet.” How the fuck does he know that?! “And black high heels.” Lucky guess! “Put them on.”

“Now?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Um, okay.” The coat reached mid-thigh. The high heels only accentuated her long toned legs. “Okay. Now what?”

“I’m going to text you an address. I want you to go to it.”

“What? Now?”

“Yes, of course.”

“But I don’t have a car.”

“That’s fine. The address is three blocks from you.”

“So you want me to walk to an address dressed like this?”

“Yes.”

“And if I don’t?”

The voice chuckled. “Oh Morgan. You know you want to. Have I done anything so far that would make you question me?”

“Well, no, I guess not.”

“So why would this be any different? Besides, you wouldn’t want your son and husband to see you with a huge dildo stuffed up your cunt, would you?”

The words hit her like a sledge hammer. “Wha…wha…you…you wouldn’t!”

“Just go to the address, Morgan.”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll go to the address,” she huffed.

“Good. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” The phone went dark, then binged with a message. It was the address.

She walked along the street with a mixture of excitement and foreboding. It was mid-July and she was wearing a short buttoned up coat wearing next to nothing underneath it. The thought of walking through her neighborhood and around people knowing what was hidden under her jacket, but they not knowing, was surprisingly an adrenaline rush. Going to a strange address to see this stranger who’d been sending her sexy was both enthralling and ominous at the same time.

When she got to what she thought was the address, she stopped. She looked at her phone to double check that she had the correct address. Her heart sunk with dread. She was standing across the street from an old abandoned warehouse. All kinds of thoughts raced through her mind. What if he had lured her here to rape her? Or share her with his friends? Or kidnap her? Or kill her? Her mind was racing.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed. She tapped the button on her ear piece.

“What are you waiting for, Morgan?”

“I…I…It…”

“It will be fine, Morgan. No one is going to hurt you. That’s the last thing that I want. Please, come in.”

“Um. O-o-okay.”

She walked across the street and into the dark, dingy warehouse. He guided her through a series of hallways until she reached her destination.

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I had always loved spending time in smaller towns. It seemed easier to get lost in the vast unknown when the town itself fit into that category. The kind of towns surrounded by rolling hills, with treelines ever present on the horizon. The kind of towns where the locals would say “Yeah you know *insert major city name*…? Kind of near there.” when describing where they were from. I never had the privilege of coming from somewhere unknown, everybody has heard of London. London has the opposite problem, when you say you’re from London you then have to give a ten minute explanation of what part of London you grew up in, and why it either wasn’t the rich or wasn’t the poor side, depending on who you were walking to. So I always engineered situations that left me in smaller towns, and just told people I was from the south.

On the day in question, the town in which I found myself was as beautiful as them all. Old buildings, cobbled streets, indie looking stores with stickers that read “Buy Local!” in the windows. I was at a café, sat outside and enjoying the final rays of a late September morning. It was probably too cold to sit outside, after taking off my gloves I had to hold onto the steaming hot chocolate in front of me to stop my fingers going numb.

“If you’re serious about the post grad, it’s good to start thinking about it now.” My coffee date. Well, maybe only I saw it as a date. He probably saw it as an act of charity, helping his friend’s daughter sort her life instead of mindlessly studying music and not focussing on the real world. “Even teaching would open more doors for you, since you’ve already decided performing is off the table.”

I wrinkled my nose at the mention of being a performer. He noticed, and the smile that took over his mouth lit up his kind, dark eyes. I spent a lot of time staring at his eyes, he probably thought I just had a weird obsession with eye contact. I was looking into them again when I answered, knowing my smile was matching his. “You know I’ve always hated being the centre of attention, Vin.”

He nodded, knowingly. He’d known me my whole life. Vincent de Luca. Uncle Vinnie. I dropped the Uncle part shortly after I turned 16 and realised why he was the favourite of my father’s friends.

“I know you do, Sara. I know.” He dropped the pet names for me around the same time. Part of me wished it was for the same reasons, but all of me knew there was no chance he could even consider seeing me as the woman I had become instead of the kid he watched grow up.

“You know I’d always give you the best reference I could, and my name still carries some weight around the university these days.” He was head of the music college when I was younger, the only reason I ever wanted to learn to be a musician. Listening to him brush his fingers along the keys of our otherwise obsolete piano was the soundtrack of my childhood.

“Or there’s always other ways to make it an even better report of your skills.”

He winked. I gasped. I just prayed that the chilled wind had already left my cheeks pink enough that he didn’t notice the blood rush to my face. Of course the first place my mind would go would be there… The smirk on his face did little to reassure me that he meant otherwise.

“I…I-I’m not so sure I c-could… Like… With y-you? Are you suggesting that I…” My eyes were wide open, bright with the implications of his words. “W-what are you suggesting?”

“I could introduce you to some people. I think it’s a well known fact, or at least well enough known, that nobody goes anywhere in the arts without a little nepotism.”

Oh. Of course he didn’t mean anything. My mind was just, as always, in the gutter. As always.

“You know I’d appreciate that. Networking is power.” I mumbled, more than a little embarrassed.

His smile came back, flashing near perfect teeth as he sipped from his impossibly tiny espresso cup. “I’m having a bit of a thing tonight. Networking, as you called it. The department heads, some friends, some of the men I studied with.” He waved one hand around as if the people attending wouldn’t be important. “Maybe you can show us what you have to offer, and we can confirm your place on the MMus for next year?”

I nodded, almost disappointed my mind had wandered and returned so fast. “What should I wear? Is it casual? Drinks?” I looked down at my current clothes, as did Vincent. I could almost feel his gaze as it raked across my clothes: boots and an oversized jacket for the cold but worn open, contrasted with skin tight trousers and a shirt that could almost be described as inappropriate. I was always desperate for him to see me as the 22 year old adult that I was, and that always led to me flaunting my curves.

“You’re impressive in everything you wear.” He sipped the coffee again, denying me any flash of his feelings. I blushed at the comment, regardless. “It’s not so important, I’m sure nobody will remember what you were wearing at the beginning of the night. Good wine, good food.” He shrugged. ordu escort “Of course, good music.”

I nodded and agreed, again praying for the wind to cover my embarrassment. He told me when to arrive, of course I already knew where his apartment was.

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I looked at myself in the mirror one final time. First impressions were important. Today I was just one face on a long list of applicants, but by the end of the evening the entire committee of my college could know me by name. It was daunting, yet the prospect of having even one glass of wine with Vin was enough for me. Of course logic told me I was still just a dumb little girl chasing after her daddy’s best friend, but I had come to terms with that role and decided to play into it. At least for tonight.

Heels, moderately high, but still walkable in. A red dress, Vin’s favourite colour. He had once told me that red complimented my green eyes, so it became my favourite colour too. It was form fitted, showing the few curves I worked hard for. I turned to the side, making sure the swell of my ass was still hidden by the short skirt, but still leaving little to the imagination. It was a tight line to walk. I ran one hand through my dark hair again, trying to get a naturally tousled but still perfect look. The night had cooled into a mild storm so there wasn’t much point when even walking to the car would ruin it. One last swipe of lip colour, red to match the dress. Red lips and dark eyes were a classic.

I called my Uber, surprisingly nervous. It was just like any other time I had called an Uber to his apartment, but this would be the first time there would be any alcohol present. Perhaps this was him finally recognising me as an adult, and equal. A potential g- I cut my own thoughts off as the driver started spamming messages to tell me he had arrived.

The drive was short, rain battering down the windows. I stared out at the streets of the town. It was just around time for the bars to start kicking out those who had drunk too much, so the pavements were peppered with men being held upright, and women carrying their shoes in one hand so they were less likely to fall. My friends had invited me out for a similar evening, they thought it was weird I turned them down to go to an event with my professors.

I could hear soft jazz playing around the doorframe as I rang the bell and waited. Vincent answered quickly, the glass of red wine in his hand clearly wasn’t his first of the night. I could tell by his face, softened and gentle with alcohol.

“The guest of honour, Sara.” In an exaggerated bow, he swept his wine hand low and opened the door. I’d spent a lot of time in his apartment, so it seemed a bit out of place.

Inside there were half a dozen men, all Vincent’s age or older. Perhaps a little younger, one looked to be in his late 30s, but the rest were all greying at the edges and carried themselves with an air of maturity that 20-something year old students couldn’t tap into.

“Wine?” Vincent asked me, gently leading me further into his den-like apartment. “Or you probably prefer something more spirited.” He hummed a laugh at his own joke. “A cocktail?” He gestured to a brass cocktail set on the corner of the kitchen island.

“Anything is fine.” I was nervous, I could feel my palms beginning to sweat. Somehow I was both the youngest person here, and the only female.

Vincent nodded, gesturing for me to join the others in the main room and telling me he would join us all soon. The men turned, I could feel their combined gaze burning through my dress. Something told me I should have worn more clothes. They introduced themselves, and I instantly forgot their names. There were a few familiar faces, the head of department and the lecturer from my composition class. I could tell none of them knew my name, and I was almost thankful.

Vincent returned a few minutes later, refilling glasses and handing me my own. I had no idea what he had mixed together but it was delicious. He always knew what I liked better than anyone else. He sat down heavily onto the sofa on which I was gently perched, like a bird ready to fling itself into the abyss at any moment.

There were three of us trying to sit on the two-seater so it was a little cramped, or at least I kept telling myself that was why he was so close. I could feel his hand hovering just inches behind me, resting lazily on the arm of the couch. His leg pressed against mine, warm and relaxed. He moved his hand, resting it on his leg. His fingers brushed against the side of my leg. I felt like every nerve in my body was alight, trying to contain myself was impossible. All I wanted was to ease closer to him, to relax and rest against his body and feel as he let his restraint leave.

Vincent drank more wine, I drank more of whatever delightful cocktail he had concocted. The other men osmaniye escort drank, various coloured liquid sloshing in their glasses. They made jokes, their laughter bellowed around the room, they drank some more. I drank some more. I made jokes, they laughed as if I was one of them. Vincent continued to inch towards me. I didn’t notice it at any time, until he absently twisted a lock of my hair with the fingers of his free hand. I was leaning into him, one of my shoulders and half of my back nestled into his chest and side. It felt safe, no wonder I was so comfortable with all of these strangers. He was like a comfort blanket, holding me together.

“It’s getting late.” Vincent gestured to the large clock above the bathroom door, using a head nod to point as his hands were both already engaged. One holding a near empty glass, and the other tucked around my back and gripped to my hip bone.

I nodded in agreement and looked at my own empty glass, sadly. This was the first time I had felt seen by him. “I should call an Uber to get home.”

Vincent raised one eyebrow questioningly. The other men fell a little silent. “Or you could stay with us.” The hand on my hip rubbed lightly down my thigh, and for the first time I felt as though I wasn’t insane by assuming the implications.

I started to stutter and excuse, or an agreement, I wasn’t quite sure. But Vincent stopped me. He put his glass on the side table, already littered with a few empty glasses and a half eaten charcuterie.

He sat back down, pulling me into his lap. I was only a little intoxicated, I had only had perhaps three drinks at most, but I felt my head swimming as both arms wrapped around my waist. The other men didn’t even seem to notice anything was out of the ordinary. Vincent’s mouth was less than an inch from my ear, I could hear the vibrations in his throat as he murmured to me, “I always thought I was imagining the way you looked at me, but you turned up at my apartment tonight wearing that dress.” He shifted his weight to sit a little more upright. “You know I love that colour on you.” His hands ran down my thighs again, his nails scraping along the soft nylon of my stockings.

I was shaking, my heart was beating so loudly I wouldn’t have been surprised if the neighbours could hear it. I could barely answer him, I just nodded. I was too afraid if I tried to speak, a whimper would pass my lips and nothing more.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” one of his hands curved up to my hip, working gently to the side until he was cupping my ass. “But I think we’re both two consenting adults who really want this right about now.”

I nodded again. One hand on my ass, the other worked its way up my stomach, stopping just below the swell of my breasts. “You have to say it. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me, Sara.” I nodded, and he snickered a little into my ear. “Use your words, Sara.”

“I want you, Vin.” I tried to keep my voice low. The other men were still in the room, and somewhere deep in my subconscious I was aware of that apparently I tiled my head around to look at him as best I could. “I want this.”

His lips brushed gently across my neck, just below my ear. “Good girl,” he whispered, letting his hands roam a little more freely. The hand from my ass lightly swept to my inner thigh, gently pushing my legs apart. I held them together tightly, knowing the limits of my dress. The hand on my stomach grazed to my breasts gently. I could feel my nipple harden under the lightest of touches, and I know from the gentle chuckle behind me that Vincent felt it too.

I tried to bring myself back to reality, as his hands explored their conquest. I tried to focus on the conversation. My eyes locked on with the younger man, I had found out over the evening that he was 36, a PhD student. His tongue flashed over his lips hungrily, and I saw his eyes dart down to wear my panties were almost definitely exposed. I was lost to my fantasy as Vincent took what had belonged to him for the longest of times.

He shifted his weight again, and I could feel his erect cock pressing into my back. It felt good to know that I was having the same effect on him; I already knew about the growing wetness in my panties. He rocked his hips a little, grinding his cock against my ass and back, his hand beginning to cup my thankfully still covered pussy. I was quickly beginning to forget about the men around me.

I stood up, straightening my clothes abruptly. Vincent looked at me with surprise, before opening his arms when he realised what I wanted. I straddled his lap, facing him and looking again into the dark eyes I had grown so fond of. Feeling his lips crash against mine was more intoxicating than the alcohol, I felt like a teenager breaking all of the rules as the man I had grown up beside used his fingers to lift the hem of my dress.

With one knee on either side of his lap, just a few small pieces of fabric were stopping his thick cock from brushing against sinop escort my wet pussy. It was driving me insane, and from the way he scratched at my panties I could sense that Vincent felt the same way. His fingers slipped beneath the soft fabric, and he instantly found them coated in my wetness. I heard him groan just a little as he brushed them higher. It was my turn to moan into his mouth as they brushed over my tight asshole. I had never even considered anything like that before, but in that moment I would have let Vincent do anything he wanted.

His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, we were joined by the mouth and refused to part from each other. His hands left my body and it took all of my self control not to demand he return them to their rightful position. He reached for his jeans, but I caught his hands. That was my job. I smiled and detangled our bodies, kneeling down and allowing him to help me undo his belt. After carefully shuffling his jeans off and sitting them on the arm of the sofa, I gently kissed him. My hands quickly found their way to his cock, it felt big in the palm of my hand and more importantly as hard as a rock.

He groaned as I continued to palm his cock through his underwear, and his hands found themselves all over my fully clothed body. It didn’t take long for me to let his dick spring free. I could see precum beading on the head, and something primal took over. I quickly slid to my knees and ran my tongue along the tip, savouring the taste. I made sure to get every drop of precum off before sealing my lips around his head and working my way down his shaft. Slowly at first, gaining speed. I had always been told that the pressure was important, so I kept the pressure steady and firm, my tongue wrapping itself around the thick head as I went to work.

Getting lower and lower, I wrapped one of my hands around the base of his cock and pushed further until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little, pulling off and letting strings of spit keep us connected. In the silence, I realised he had been moaning and groaning the whole time, and that was enough encouragement for me. One hand wrapped around him again, I used the other to steady myself as I tried even harder to get his entire dick in my mouth. It was huge, but it felt so right to finally have him inside of me – even if it wasn’t the finale yet.

“Fuck.” He moaned again, putting one hand on the back of my head and gently holding my hair back so I could focus entirely on his cock.

“Fuck,” another voice echoed, distracting me from my task. Even with Vincent’s cock deep in my throat, I glanced quickly around the room. I had forgotten about the others, but there they stood, fisting their own cocks, and eyeing me hungrily.

“You’re such a good girl. I know you say you hate being the centre of attention,” he paused to grunt as I kept my eyes trained on his, my mouth too full to answer. “But I think you make an excellent performer.” Both of his hands found themselves on the back of my head as he thrust himself down my throat. Resisting the urge to gag was becoming too difficult, and I pulled off gasping for air. Vincent ran one hand down my cheek gently, his beautiful smile made me feel the pride I craved from him.

He tugged his shirt off, before standing before me. I stayed on my knees, entranced by the man before me. Vincent gestured for me to stand up, I obeyed. He kept muttering his new catch phrases, “Good girl, such a good job, what a pretty girl you are for me,” as he carefully unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor.

And that was how I found myself naked in front of many respected members of staff, at one of the best music colleges in England. And it was also how I came to realise that maybe I did like being the star of my own show.

I turned to them, thankful that of all days I had decided to forgo a bra. My panties were darkened with my own juices, and sitting askew from when Vincent had kindly kept his hand in them. I turned away from Vincent to the men around me, and slowly bent over to take them off. If anything, I was going to become more of a spectacle. Thinking of the way Vincent had rubbed his lubricated fingers over my tight asshole made me bite my own lip as I showed it to him once again. Finally, I kicked my panties to one side, and stood before the room in only my high heeled shoes.

Vincent sat down on the couch, his eyes telling me more than his words would ever have to. I took the three short steps to him, and once again straddled his legs. This time, his cock slid along the soft folds of my pussy with ease, no more fabric stopping us from connecting the most primal and simplistic way that man and woman know.

He rocked his hips, sliding his thick cock against me. Every time it brushed against my clit, the tiniest moan escaped from my lips. Another thrust, another gasp. He leaned his head forwards, taking one of my softly peaked nipples into his mouth. His tongue brushed over the tight nub and I moaned in pleasure. He was going to send me over the edge without even fucking me. He thrust again, this time his teeth clamping down on my nipple and eliciting a cry that was somewhere between pleasure and pain, but definitely enjoyable. I could feel his mouth stretching against my skin as he smirked at his own actions.

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With a jolt, I opened my eyes, going through the practiced motion of swiftly turning off my ever-annoying alarm clock. After a much-needed yawn-stretch combo, I took a second to move my curls from in front of my face, to slightly to the side, so that they no longer obstruct my vision. They really were getting too long.

Before I could fully process waking up, I was overtaken by excitement for the events today promised, a rush of energy permeating through my body, seemingly manifesting out of nowhere as I jumped out of bed.

Today’s the day! I can’t believe it’s finally here! The day I finally get my Free Use Provider trainee license, or the FUP permit in short. The minimum age requirement to get the permit was to be 21 years of age, and lo and behold, today was my 21st birthday.

I’m not a morning person AT ALL, but today, I got myself dressed with a zeal I’m not used to. Even brushing my teeth was fun, as I gave myself a toothy smile in the medicine cabinet mirror. Today was special, so I took WAY more time than usual for my morning routine, getting in a long, exfoliating, warm shower, followed by a methodical moisturizing of my arms, legs, and face. The last thing I did before leaving the bathroom was apply the curling mousse to my hair, giving my curls a wavy, natural-sheen finish, perfectly soft to the touch.

In my bedroom, I sifted through my wardrobe, settling on a satin yellow thong, a light blue yoke skirt, and an off-shoulder teal top with a jade pattern dotted onto its midline. I quickly looked over at my assortment of bras before making my decision. Won’t be needing those today, I say, relishing in the freeing feeling. The skirt was far shorter, and the top was far smaller than I typically wore. My most revealing set, leaving little to the imagination for the contents of my sizable bust and shapely legs, but for today, it made sense.

Before leaving the house I did a quick do-over of myself in the full-body length mirror in my kırşehir escort living room. I stared back at my reflection, pursing over the details. About 5’8, and taller than most girls I knew. Brown eyes. Shoulder-length curly, jet-black hair, sitting on my naturally tan, olive skin, owing to my Brazilian roots. A face that would be considered possibly universally cute to quite attractive, with a small beauty mark under my right eye, save for the small, rosy lips I was always insecure about. My breasts aren’t the biggest, at 34D, but sit perfectly on my athletic, curvy frame, and the skimpy top was doing some real heavy lifting in making my existing ample cleavage even more alluring. The outfit finishes off with the bare skirt, tightly hugging my moderate sized, yet well-toned butt. The squats are definitely paying off, I thought to myself.

As quickly as I could, I grabbed my phone, wallet, and apartment keys, and left the building, heading to the bus station a 5-minute walk away, en route to the FUP administrative headquarters. Once the bus arrived, I eagerly got on and found my seat, my right foot tapping the ground rhythmically with excitement as I inched closer and closer to the dream I had had for so many years.

3 seats in front of me to my right sat a woman with Caucasian features who looked to be in her late 20s, with long, straight, blonde hair, tied into a ponytail. Unlike me, she had on a maroon-red blouse, holding a briefcase, presumably for work, in her lap. Though no cleavage was showing, the blouse did little to hide her ample boobs. On the upper-left side of her blouse was a small metallic plaque, with the number 43 printed on it, a small green triangle pointing upwards, and another small red triangle pointing downwards situated to the right of the green triangle, both right under the number 43.

A provider!

I could barely contain my excitement. They weren’t rare to see or hard to find at all, but given today’s circumstances, malatya escort I felt it must have been a sign. My heart was beating, I got up to go sit next to the woman, hoping to strike up a conversation, but before I could do so, a man who had just gotten on the bus at the stop prior walked up to the woman before whispering something into her ear. Dejectedly, I slowly sat back down in my seat. The man stood at about 5’11 and had a head full of salt and pepper colored hair: an attractive, masculine look befitting what appeared to be his mid-30s age, made better by his wide, imposing build.

Without another word, the woman started to subtly undo the seams of her blouse, slowly revealing her milky, flush-pink boobs and bubblegum pink nipples. The man took his right hand and placed it firmly on the woman’s right breast, before giving it a squeeze, the bulge in his pants becoming ever more present. The woman, with practiced efficiency, undid the man’s pants, revealing a modest 6.5 inches long, about 5 inches in girth, uncircumcised peachy cock. She takes it in her left hand and begins stroking it as the man uses his own hands to explore more of the woman’s bust.

The two paint a carnal picture. The man’s penis throbs in pleasure, his shaft veins becoming more and more visible, as he leaks precum like a fountain, the experienced woman focusing her undivided attention on the man’s pleasure. Her pace is constant and unchanging, not too fast and not too slow. The man’s already fully erect penis seems to bulge even more at the metronomic sensation, but this could also have been a trick of my mind’s eye.

I am entranced at the sight. An unknown amount of time passes as I feel my own pussy warm up, a slight shiver of eager pleasure shooting up my spine, as I myself begin unconsciously rubbing my vagina through the cotton material of my skirt, unable to take my eyes off of the two. Others on the bus went about their work or leisure, on their phones niğde escort and in their newspapers, barely batting an eye.

I saw the man bend down once more, whispering into the woman’s ear, before she let go of his penis, the plump cherry tip now revealed and free from its foreskin, taking his cock into her mouth. The two work a rhythmic medley. At first, the man stands still, the woman putting her tongue and throat to work as she bobbed her head up and down on the man’s member. Following this, the man began thrusting back and forth himself, taking the liberty to fuck the woman’s face, emitting a robust slapping sound as the man’s balls make contact with the woman’s chin, spittle dripping onto the floor of the bus.

The sight elicits a muffled groan from my mouth at the provocative sight as I feel a slight damp wetness on the finger that I had been unknowingly using to massage my pussy. When the hell did I start touching myself?

Less than 30 seconds pass of the thrusting before the man moans and it is evident the woman has swallowed his cum load, the motion of gulping evident in her throat, a satisfied smirk taking over the man’s face, as he leaned down for the last time, planting a kiss on the woman’s lips.

The sight leaves me shaking, nearly uncontrollably in anticipation. Wait Mara, just wait. It’ll be your time so soon girl, you got this, I tell myself. The man swiftly puts away his now spent cock as the bus pulls up to the station. Before he left, he pressed the upwards pointing green arrow on the plaque sitting on the woman’s blouse, a small ding ringing out, as the number jumped from 43 to 44, a smile showing proudly on the woman’s face.

Wait Mara wait. That’ll be you soon enough after you get your permit. Just sit tight while we get there, I tell myself again, having now reeled in my urges. All that is left is a steady determination.

Seemingly hours later, but in reality just a couple minutes, the bus finally reached my stop as I veritably leaped out of it, staring at the towering FUP administrative building in front of me.

I can’t help but smile.

From anticipation? From excitement? From hornyness? A combination of all 3?

I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All that mattered was that I was finally here!

Here goes nothing!

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“They love me, they love me not, they love me… of course they love me, I’m sexy as heck.”

Dakota McKellen found herself in the girl’s restroom checking out all of the tiny hearts she had let boys in her science class draw on her. In awe that she allowed it, let alone encouraged it she was trembling up a storm and pondering what should come next. What really blew her mind was where some of the guys drew their hearty additions. She had one on her ass even. One by her belly button, and one near her pubic hair arena made her wet just thinking of a hand so close to her cute kitty. “I’m going to get a bad reputation.” She pouted at her reflection then just as quickly razzed herself with a life changing persona, “Works for me.”

Busted in her examination even though other girls were using the toilets, Dakota’s sister burst through the door knowing Dakota had stepped in there a few minutes prior. “There you are.” Sable took a look to see how many others were around then whispered, “I want to be you now. Let me borrow your dress.”

“No can do, Shrew.” She giggled then showed Sable all of her hearts, one after the other until they heard a potty flush. Halting, the girls opted to wash their hands so as not to appear suspicious. As if that helped, considering the Sophomore girl who stepped next to them washed her own hands and left while they were still there getting extra clean.

“Oh my God! Who drew all of those on you?”

“Seniors in Dundee’s class. I think Piper gave him a blowjob in the hallway.” She chuckled whispering.

“Whoa! She’s crazy. How do you know?”

“Because I saw him bucking his hips against something. He had his pants up but looked obvious. If it wasn’t Piper I… you don’t think it was mom do you? Naaa! Look at this one.” Dakota hiked her skirt up in front to let her sister see the heart near her shaved pubic area, it was less than two inches from her hood. Jaw drooping Sable shivered.

“That’s letting them get a little close.”

“I want it closer. It was fun. I’m going to get more hearts before the end of the day.” She razzed her sister playfully. “You might have to be me next week, the hearts could take that long to wash off.”

“Don’t let Mom and Dad see those.”

“I’ll say I drew them. Prepping for a tattoo someday.”

“Oh that would go over well. Mom and Dad would disown you. Not only that but then I would never be able to fool others that I’m you.”

“You just need to stop acting like you and be more like me then. We can’t do it forever.” Dakota points out the truth, “But… until then I’ll share in my coolness.”

As another toilet flushes someone unexpected exits the stall. Out stepped cheerleader Tawny straightening up her own dress, a pale green hip hugger that matched her blazing red hair. Creamy white flesh showing off wherever it could under the challenge of the extra tight garment. Cleavage well displayed and bouncy. Seeing the twins she grins, “What’s up Double Trouble?”

“Hey Tawny.” Sable acknowledged her with a swift wave.

“What are you two whispering about?”

“Nothing.” Sable played it off with a shrug.

“These!” Dakota was less secretive showing off a few of the drawn on hearts, cleavage and belly button, her dress still unbuttoned vividly. Checking them out Tawny nodded with an impressed look.

“Angus do that?”

“No.” Dakota grew hesitant gnashing her teeth.

“Oooo! Cheating hearts.”

“Angus and I aren’t official. Not that I want him mad at me over it. I was just feeling silly today.”

“As if Furlong’s an angel.” Tawny washed her hands while rolling her eyes, “You just do whatever you want. Trust me he will. If he gives you grief tell him when you wear his class ring and varsity jacket, you’re an item.”

“I know right?” Dakota laughed, “He never wears either one. Why is that? Unless… does Robin have those?”

“I wonder, hmmm?” She smirks hoping Dakota was a mind reader.

“Robin does have them, doesn’t she?”

“That’s using that cute brain of yours McKellen. You did not read my mind got it?” She taps her temple, “I love my friends but I also know how devious they can be. I don’t want them mad at me for talking. You ladies are sweethearts, you especially.” She points to every heart drawing in sight on Dakota’s body making her giggle. Sable felt left out in her saying she loved Dakota more considering they had kissed numerous times. What the hell?

“I’m kidding I love both you guys. Bring it in.”

A three-way hug led Tawny to kiss both girls on the cheeks before making her escape from the ladies room before next bell. Following her out, the girls parted ways. Back in the restroom however one last resident waited for silence before letting out a blood curdling squeal. “Ohhhh Dirk!” Yep! Sandy Martin was needy, her fingers damp from hiding out and rubbing herself. Still a virgin she was pondering on giving it up if he would ever be interested in her. Big if! It was enough for now. Pity flush!

“Who loves me?”

Dakota headed tokat escort toward her next class, namely History with Dewey Knowles the Werewolf of Horton-Dexter. She wanted more hearts but getting them in his class might be awkward, he was good friends with her mother Josie for one, for two he was all over the place in his dramatizations of Historical scenes. Funny as hell, but also very into his class participation. She would have to be sneaky. Not only that some of the football team and cheerleaders were in his class, track stars, wrestlers, nerds, some so shy they barely looked up from their books. Variety was the spice of life.

Entering his class she clutched her opened cleavage a bit until getting past the Hairball. Sitting toward the back she at least had more freedom to hide some. As long as Mister Knowles didn’t get too close she intended to leave her dress unbuttoned. With other girls wearing short dresses some of the pressure was on them. Fortunately for her they all wanted their fair share of attention. And this wasn’t even dress code omission day. Somebody wasn’t keeping track.

Surrounded by jocks Dakota settled in and watched them immediately take notice of her. Dakota being fresh to the skin market compared to the cheerleaders they had all slept with at some point she was prime rib. Mouths watering, regardless of knowing Angus Furlong had his mind, if not his heart set on her. Thinking of Angus she decided she definitely wanted him to take her virginity as she had promised him, but she also couldn’t resist teasing his friends. Let them run back and tell him, she didn’t care.

“Hey Dakota?” Finn Rice leaned in from her left, “Heard you’re a heart throb.”

“Yep!” She flashed him a few hearts drawn on her. Grinning from ear to ear he chuckled, “Looking for love in all the wrong places?”

“I’ll leave it up to you to find the right place.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Damn! You’re getting feisty these days.”

“Uh huh!” She wiggled her brows, “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Slipping out of her pumps she made certain Dewey was busy pointing at a globe as lessons began before turning in her seat and poising her left foot toward Finn. Wiggling her toes he shrugged and started drawing a heart on her big toe. Holding her foot to be neat about it he finished up, puckered then snapped a glance at Dewey. He still being distracted by exploring Europe on the globe Finn lifted her leg higher forcing her to slouch in her seat so that he could literally suck on her little toe. Shocked, her skirt slipped open and he caught a nice glimpse of her adorably tight pussy. Just above her clitoral area he noticed another heart. The warm sensation of his lips around her toe made her bite her lower lip. Realizing her pussy was flashing him she placed a hand on her skirt to hide herself. Shrinking slightly at her toe being sucked upon she whimpered. This was fun.

As Dewey looked up Finn released her and sat up straight before being busted. Dakota in her outstretched body quickly recalled her leg and made it appear as if she had a cramp. Dewey overlooked her fairly easy she was never any trouble. Of course, he didn’t want to ever get after her due to his fondness for her Mother. Therefore even if Dakota did go too far it was likely he would tease her into straightening up. He was a jokester after all.

Settling down a bit to avoid risk she just paid attention in class. Finn wrote on his notebook paper and shared the message with her, reading, “Angus put that heart above your clit?” She blushed slightly reading clit but got past it rapidly. Shaking her head she let him know it wasn’t Angus. She wasn’t going to admit who it was she was sure the boy who did it would brag anyway. Bulging his eyes at her response he puffed up his lower lip then jotted another note, “Can I put another heart below that one?”

He smirked as she read it and flared her eyes. Mouthing, “I’ll think about it.” Good enough for Finn. She then shared the tiny heart on her tit between her cleavage. Silently whistling he wrote yet another message, “Can I draw one over the tip of your nipple?” That led her to feign shock and close up her dress so that no flesh could be seen. Just as Finn frowned she fanned her dress back open and very nearly exposed her areolas, right on the line close.

“Tease!” He shook his head. She replied by nodding repeatedly that he was right. He had a strong hunch that his boy Angus was going to have a whole lot of fun here soon with little Miss McKellen. Truth be told older Mrs. McKellen too. Of course Dakota didn’t have a clue concerning that.

Ignoring Finn for a bit she turned her attention to her right to see cheerleaders Deanna Sweeny and Octavia Bradley teasing boys themselves, offering glimpses up their skirts, neither wearing panties. Witnessing their pussies for herself Dakota pondered, “That’s the first time I’ve seen the cheerleaders go that far. I mean I’ve heard rumors about how slutty they can be but since yozgat escort Piper got our dress code changed everyone is stepping up. If they can do it I should too. I mean Finn just saw me, even though it was by accident. Technically when I had the heart above my pussy drawn on, the boy pulled my unbuttoned dress out enough to draw there and get a peek at it. It was crazy hot letting him go there. Should I?” Witnessing Deanna rub her clit slyly and wink her way clenched it. It was like a challenge suddenly. “I have all day… I want lots more hearts. Angus will just have to get over it.” Committed!

Finding choice moves became increasingly difficult because Dewey Knowles was such a wildcard. He was energetically all over the place. Although Dakota was pretty certain that he saw Deanna at one point and pointed at her actions but made her answer a question rather than bust her out. Could it be Dewey liked it seeing the eighteen-year-old cheerleader touching herself? She didn’t even close her legs while answering him. Dakota was in awe. Still, the problem remained, Dewey knew Dakota’s mother. Would he rat her out? Did it matter anymore? It wasn’t like Dakota had no idea what her mom was doing, at least in part. Her brain would explode if she knew just how sexually active her mother really was.

With History quickly being made in the form of time running out the bell rang. Biting her lower lip Dakota waited before getting up to leave. As Octavia and Deanna started out Dakota hopped up and hurried to catch them.

“Hey! Can I ask you two something?”

“Have we slept with Angus?” Octavia chuckled.

“No. I would guess yes.” Dakota laughed in response, “Why have I not seen you two… so open before today?”

“Dewey’s a pushover. He likes looking. Wearing dresses like we are only makes his day.”

“Nice cleavage McKellen.’ Octavia pinched one side of Dakota’s dress pulling it aside to expose her left nipple and seeing a tiny heart. “Ooo! Someone is getting some love.”

“I have more.” She razzed her and looked over at Dewey sitting at his desk curiously watching. “I want more too.”

“Insatiable!” Deanna snickered, “You go McKellen. Lovin’ it!”

“Go have Dewey draw one.” Octavia dared her.

“I don’t know. If my Mom wasn’t a Teacher here maybe. Too risky.” She gnashes her teeth with a cringe in her posture.

“I’ll go with.” Deanna grins folding her arm around Dakota’s and dragging her along. “Hey Mister Knowles?”

“Call me Dew Dawg, Ms. Dee.” He brushed his beard grinning then howled.

“Dewey? I saw you looking up my skirt earlier. So awesome! I hoped you got turned on by it.” His jaw dropped instantly, “Don’t be embarrassed, I like it when you look my way.”

“Y-you do?”

“Yes. We all do, right Octavia?”

“He never looks at me when I show off.”

“T-that’s not true.” He muttered and grew nervous. Especially with Dakota here, fearing she might tell her mom. Wait! Josie would just laugh at him.

“What about Dakota here? Look at that cleavage. Three more buttons and her dress is open.”

“Very… lovely.” He swallows dryly, “Please don’t tell your Mother I said that.”

“I won’t.” Dakota smiles brightly, “You really like what you see Dew Dawg?”

“I shouldn’t…” Drool forms making him grit his teeth, his tone of voice becoming weaselly, “Yes, yes I do. I’m so weak.” His tie was even toyed with as he goofily wiped his brow with it then howled on a lower level.

“Yay! Would you draw a heart on me?”

“Pardon?” The Wolfman turned pale.

“Pleeeease? Pretty please?” She leaned over his desk her cleavage dangling into sweet mounds of mischief. Deanna and Octavia were impressed.

“Let’s make it quick before my next class crawls in.” He coughed looking down at her parted dress. “Where would you like it?” He then points at the cheerleaders, “No one sees this.”

“Blind eye Dew Dawgie.” Octavia giggled.

“Let us do what we want, you do what you want. Simple as that Fuzzy Man.” Deanna tweaked his cheek. His pen in hand he poised it, “Where do I sign? This isn’t a contract to get my soul is it?”

Bubbly, Dakota shuffled around Deanna and stood directly next to Dewey, turning her back to him. Boldly bending over she hiked her skirt for a bare butt visual. Dewey stared at her tight little petite ass and froze.

“Times a tickling Dewey.” Octavia pointed out. They all needed to get to their next class and knew his stragglers would be coming in within minutes.

“Between my butt cheeks.” Dakota chuckled, “Here! I’ll give you room to work.” Prying her cheeks wide Dewey saw her exotic clam and tiny butt pucker.

“OH DEAR GOD!” He huffed and just went for it. Pen poised he etched a thin little heart right next to her pucker. “Hold up! It needs a friend.” Laughing he moves to the opposite side of her butthole for a matching heart. “There! Perfect!”

Standing up straight Dakota grinned and tugged her skirt down. Dewey pocketing his pen huffed at her, zonguldak escort “Who loves ya, Baby?” He joked then realized just how stupid it was for him to even do that to her. Damage done. Pointing at Dee and Octavia then at his globe he said, “I don’t need Europinions.”

“Oooo!” Deanna winked at Knowles, “Dakota made Dewey get a stiffy. That or European in your pants. HA! I can make silly’s too.”

“I did?” Dakota looks to Dewey’s crotch. Sure enough his erection was lifting his light grey slacks high, a wet stain seeping through from an accidental nut. “Awww! Thank you Mister Knowles.” Giddy she turned away pulling Octavia and Deanna along. The giggles became contagious. As they leave him alone Dewey mumbles, “Hearts for everyone? Please?” He whimpered. “Wet kisses?” He had to hide himself beneath his desk until they dried.

The wolf suffered in his den.

********

“That was crazy!” Dakota yelped outside with her new allies. Forced to abandon one another due to different classes Dakota thanked the girls and they offered encouragement to just, “Put yourself out there.” Temptation was definitely there. She knew one thing…she needed more love. The problem was her next few teachers were women. While yes, boys checked her out no matter what, she would have no choice but to button up her front to avoid punishment. She knew that any further hearts were going to have to be claimed between classes and after school. She did have time to kill each day anyway, forced to always wait on their Mother, Mimi or Perbert’s mom Kelly for a ride home. Of course there was an alternative. She could get a ride home from Angus. Maybe! Hmm? “I wonder if he would?

Between classes she stopped by her locker to switch out books when loverboy Angus made his appearance known. “There’s my girl!” He kissed her cheek unexpectedly.

“Am I?” She fawned for a moment, “Can you give me a ride home?”

“Uhhh? Sure! No football practice tonight. You’ve never been in my… my dad’s truck. Might as well be mine. Truck and you.” He chuckled.

“I like what we have going Angus. Let’s not get complicated when we both know Robin’s still part of the equation. Which I’m good with mind you. As long as she’s cool with me.”

“She loves you.” He winces with a smirk.

“No, she loves kissing me in front of the whole school.”

“All over at that.”

“Exactly!” She grins sheepishly then nods, “Which I’m also okay with.”

“So how many hearts you up to now?”

“You know? Jealous?” She giggles.

“Should be, but naaaaw! Long as you know I’m the main guy.”

“So, you’re okay I let boys draw on me?”

“Yep! Mind if I add my heart?”

“Go for it.” She brightened up. Expecting him to go for a sexy spot he chose to shock her and lift her ring finger, her class ring in the way he merely tugs it forward over her knuckle then draws his heart where the ring was originally. Once done he kissed it then placed her ring over the top of the heart. Shocked she stared into his eyes. “Wow!”

Impulse led her to charge him and kiss him hard on the lips. In their romantic moment he casually lifted her skirt and let her moon his gawking teammates. He enjoyed showing her off. They liked seeing her. It worked for everyone involved. As he held her Corey Samson and Percy MacEntire snuck in and added tiny hearts to her butt cheeks. She was so into her kissing that she laughed into Furlong’s mouth, the tickle making her entertain goosebumps. Before the bell rang she had six more hearts on her bottom alone. Antoine Boss, Danny Wendt, and others. Go team!

“Had enough?” Angus pulled her skirt down and wiggled his nose over hers.

“No.”

“All that ink you’re gonna be wearing these a week.”

“I’m good with that. Heart attack!”

“Cute! See you out front after school.” He spoke as the bell rang. “Tell Cupid… now I’m getting jealous.” She stuck her tongue out at him and said, “Tough!” She wanted him to be jealous but at the same time let her be herself. If he can let Robin get away with things and be that way, then she could too. Right now, she wanted guys to show her love. Lots and lots of guys, just to see if she could.

The fire between her thighs just picturing their lustful gazes was only beginning. No dousing these flames even after going home. There she had her Father to tease. Of course her being covered in hearts might not go over so well. She would have to wear clothes and just find other ways to tempt his thoughts on her. She knew all of his teaching her how to be with boys was getting to him little by little.

“He’s my Cupid.”

Eros through the heart!

********

Shop class… Last hour of the day…

“What’s gotten into Dakota?” Antoine Boss pulled Angus Furlong aside from their building project for Piper Cherry. After designing a torture device based on a Medieval Stock used to hold someone prisoner he and his team were devilishly planning on using it in Detention on Piper Cherry. She did challenge them to build her something. Angus while not a part of the original group she had coaxed into it, his fellow mates were all working together to get it perfect.

“It matter? Let her have her fun. The more I let her do the more receptive she will be to what I do to her.”

“What’s Robin say about it?”

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Cassidy was frustrated, hot, and hornier than she had been since she and Jacob had broken up. Her boyfriend of three years, nice as he was, didn’t really understand her sex drive and at times seemed a intimidated by her desperation in bed. Although he always gave in to her she often found it a chore to get him excited and his small cock hadn’t really satisfied her. After riding her trusty ten inch machine dildo for most of her single life, her sexual fantasies amounted to a bit more than a ten minute unenthused slide in and out with Jacob’s small cock.

Which is how she found herself face down on the patio of her rented room in Spain, her hips twitching as she imagined the fucking a proper cock would provide her. She’d rented the small flat for a week to get away from everything, and maybe pick up some guys whilst she was out here, but they only guy she had found was a couple years younger than her and too drunk to properly get it up. He fingers had finished the job that night.

The flat was on the ground floor of a seaside apartment complex and looked out over the ocean, slightly raised by a couple steps from the broadwalk beneath it. She could walk straight across the pathway to the sand and sea beyond it, but today she was too frustrated for even that short trip. Although the coastal town was fairly busy with tourists, the area she had picked was relatively quiet and only a few passers-by could be seen every hour.

Knowing how frustrated she was that morning she had planned to sun bathe instead of swim and, just in case anyone caught her eye, she donned her the most provocative bathing suit she could find. Her best friend had bought it for her twenty-second birthday just a few months ago and she had worn it around her house a few times. Even the fit made her horny, so she knew it was the right thing to wear that day.

The bikini rode high on her hips and the back of it was almost a thong, covering barely and of her generous ass cheeks. The front of the bikini pants were semi sheer and her shaved pussy evident through the shaded mesh. The bikini top consisted of two very narrow triangles that were only just as wide as her nipples, leaving a huge amount of her juicy tits hanging beneath and around the skimpy fabric. On top of that she wore some gold hoop earrings and made sure her long blonde hair was tied in two tidy pigtails to complete the look. She checked herself once over in the mirror before stepping on to the veranda and laying out her towel to lie down on.

The veranda was mostly enclosed by a straw fence, so the only opening was a small gateway without an actual gate. Through it, she could spy the few people who passed by during the first half an hour whilst she tried to control herself. She hadn’t had sex in the month since she’d dumped Jacob and was getting more restless than she’d ever been. She could feel her thighs clenching together, her pussy leaking of its own accord. Her hips twitched and she groaned quietly, sitting up and looking around with a pout.

‘You okay, love?’ Came a gruff voice from behind her. She turned to see her neighbour leaning over the divider between verandas and immediately perked up. He was a big guy with some scruffy facial hair, a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, at least fifty. She smiled shyly and stayed where she was, her feet and ass on full display for him as she twisted round to speak over her shoulder to him.

‘H-hi, yeah, sorry. It’s just been a long day already, wanted to work on my tan,’ she giggled quietly and, although she couldn’t see his eyes, she could feel them tracking up and down her body.

‘That so, huh? Well, I don’t know about you, but my wife uses this tanning oil when she’s out in the sun. Seems to work a treat. You’re welcome to borrow it, if you’d like?’ He leaned over the fence on his forearms and Cassidy moved her ass from side to side a bit, loving being so exposed and feeling her body responding kırşehir escort to his gaze.

‘That’s really kind, I’d love to, if that’s ok. Won’t your wife mind?’

‘Ah, she’s out with the kids all day, won’t be back till late this evening. Won’t even know it’s missing,’ the man said and disappeared inside before Cassidy could reply. He reappeared a moment later with a plastic bottle of clear liquid and, without asking, strolled round to Cassidy’s veranda to hand it to her. She stayed lying on her front, unable to resist squeezing her thighs together as he got closer and bent down to place it near where she was propped up on her elbows.

‘I’m Steve, by the way. What’s your name baby?’ He asked, crouching down near her, way too close to be innocent. She couldn’t believe her luck. Here she was trying to plan how to find her next cock to ride, and this old guy from next door practically throws himself at her. Whatever she was, she wasn’t going to pass up such a golden opportunity.

‘Cassidy,’ she replied sweetly, tilting her head up at him, rolling her ass this way and that. He grinned down at her and pushed his sunglasses up his head.

‘Mm, Cassidy, what a pretty name,’ he muttered, ‘y’know, when my wife put this stuff on, she can never reach her whole body, always ends up getting me to finish her off,’ he chuckles, perhaps at some sexual innuendo. ‘Fancy a hand to make sure you get it all over? Wouldn’t want an uneven tan.’

‘Yes! Yes, please, mister, if you wouldn’t mind.’ Cassidy grinned and lay her head back down on her folded arms, waiting to feel his hands on her. Steve was practically salivating as he knelt down next to her.

He started with her shoulders, drizzling some oil on and then slowly massaging it in, stroking up and down her arms. He hummed to himself as he did so, although Cassidy thought at times it sounded like the old pervert was moaning to himself. She lapped it up and moaned a little herself every time he rubbed particularly hard which only spurred him on. He poured some more on her lower back and began rubbing it in there, moving his hands up and down her warm, tan skin, grazing the side of her tits where they spilled out onto the towel.

‘You have a beautiful body,’ he muttered, smoothing his hands down her waist and back up again.

‘Thank you, your hands feel amazing.’ Cassidy moaned as those hands rubbed the small of her back, unable to press any further because her bikini bottoms were high waisted. Steve wasted no time pouring some more oil onto her upper thighs though and working it in to her legs. As he rubbed up and down his hands got further and further up her ass. They began to stroke just under it, and then the lower part, and soon enough his slick hands were massaging her ass exclusively, pulling the round cheeks apart and pushing them together, forcing the bikini bottom to be swallowed completely.

Cassidy couldn’t help the moans that came out of her mouth at the groping and could hear Steve breathing heavily above her. Her hips twitched as he did so and Stever noticed immediately. He hummed in appreciation and shifted down her body for a better angle. His hands were now stroking from her ass cheeks down to her thighs, slowly stroking further and further inward.

‘Fuck, baby, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?’ he hummed, ‘I need to oil you up everywhere, you know that, right?’ He smirked as Cassidy spread her legs without any prompting.

‘Yes, god, yes, please..’ she moaned, spreading her legs even further. She didn’t really care if anyone walked past at this point — hell, the fact that this man was groping her on full display was one of the most erotic things she’d ever experienced, and she wasn’t going to let it end any time soon.

‘Good girl, such a good girl for me baby,’ Steve told her as he massaged the inside of her thighs with the oil. Just as malatya escort he’d inched his hands up her ass, so too did his hands creep closer and closer to her dripping pussy. By now it was aching and clenching around nothing and she was sure the wetness was evident through the mesh bikini bottoms.

‘Mm, pretty naughty pair of panties you got on there, wouldn’t you say?’ Steve murmured, briefly brushing the mesh with his knuckles.

‘Yes, yeah I know. They were a present for my birthday,’ his hands now groped the bottom of her ass, the flat of his palm massaging her cheeks whilst his thumbs rested heavy on her sloppy pussy through the fabric.

‘And which birthday was that baby?’ he asked. As he did so he pushed her up the towel and she squealed, loving the fact that he could manhandle her so easily. Now her body was out of sight of the gap in the veranda and, although someone could hear her moans, only the bottom of her legs were visible from the street. She was too overcome with heady lust to answer, her eyes almost rolling in her head, her mouth sagging open as his thumbs pressed insistently into her sloppy, wet pussy.

‘I said,’ he climbed to kneel between her legs, all pretence of a friendly massage evaporating in the hot Spanish air, ‘how old are you, you slutty little thing?’ Cassidy couldn’t help herself moan loudly at the name, abandoning pretence herself and breathlessly pushing herself down onto his fingers.

‘Twe — twenty-two!’ she moaned as he grabbed at her ass and his thumbs dug in to her clit.

‘Mmmm, good girl,’ he moaned, leaning over her to whisper in her ear. He removed both hands and used them to prop himself on top of her. She could smell her wetness on his fingers from where they wrapped around her to hug her. He lowered himself further and his hard cock dug in to the ass that he was fondling just moments ago. She ground herself back, gasping and desperate.

‘Twenty two? Young enough to be my daughter, darling. I’m sixty-two this year. How do you like that?’ he smirked on top of her, rolling his hips down on to her and rutting his cock against her.

‘F-fuck, yes, perfect,’ Cassidy mumbled incoherently.

‘Yes what, babygirl?’ He grunted.

‘Yes Daddy!’ she moaned, and he laughed. He nipped at her neck before suddenly lifting himself off of her and resuming his place kneeling at her side. She moaned at the loss and spread her legs further. He chuckled and grabbed the oil again, this time squeezing a large amount over her ass and pussy area.

‘Look at you, can’t believe I managed to book a room next to a slut as good as you baby. Heard you moaning through the walls last night, but didn’t seem to last very long. Don’t worry baby, daddy’s gonna take care of you,’ he began using the oil to massage her ass again. His fingers dipped lower and began to rub her clit. Cassidy, as frustrated as she was, almost came right there, and Steve’s ministrations told her he was just as desperate as she was.

‘Fucking need a proper cock to fill you up, don’t you baby?’ He moaned, slipping her bikini aside and starting to lose control. He grunted at the wetness he found and laughed to himself.

‘Look at you, slutty little girl. You’re fucking soaking wet from a little massage, are you serious? You that desperate baby?’ Cassidy could barely speak as he slipped two fingers inside her. She gasped and moaned, sure that someone would be able to hear but unable to care. He slipped his right arm under her shoulders and she grabbed on to it with both arms, feeling their size difference as he titled her upwards. Her back bent to keep her ass in the air and allow him as much access to her pussy as possible from this angle. She felt like an animal caught in a trap like this. His fingers were now thrusting rhythmically in and out of her sloppy cunt and his strong arm was pulling her up. Her body was half tilted niğde escort to the side now as he finger fucked her in the midday sun.

‘D-daddy! Daddy, fuck, fuck, yes,’ her words were garbled and nearly incoherent, but Steve lapped it up all the same. He had a young slut in his hands and all holiday to play with her. He could feel it when she was about to cum and he pulled his fingers out, choosing instead to slap her pussy as she writhed on the floor.

‘Come on baby, cum for daddy. Be a fucking good girl for me and cum, then I’m going to fuck you fucking senseless honey.’ He spanked her pussy a few more times and the wet slap of his hand against her clit was the most satisfying sound he’d ever heard. He rubbed her a few times and finger fucked her again as she came, shaking, on his hands.

‘Mmmm-mmm, god!’ she moaned as she spasmed around his fingers. He moaned as well and dug his fingers in deep to cover them in her juices, then flipped her over on to her back and fed his fingers to her.

‘Mm-mmpf!’ Cassidy was surprised but was so horny she didn’t really care. She lay there on her back with her legs spread as Steve fed her his fingers, covered in her pussy juice. She grabbed his wrist which both of her hands only barely fit around and held his fingers in her mouth, sucking and moaning loudly.

‘You are such a fucking slut baby, such a good girl, hm?’ Steve leered, and Cassidy just moaned in assent. ‘Fucking making a mess out here, getting your ass on display so I’d come over and fuck you, that right honey?’ Cassidy just moaned again and nodded around his big fingers stuffed in her mouth. ‘You gonna be a good girl for me inside as well? I meant what I said. I know what you want baby, need a proper fucking, don’t you, hmm?’ Steve smirked at her and Cassidy pulled the fingers from her mouth with a wet ‘pop’. She could feel the slide of her own wetness between her thighs which only made her more horny.

‘Been looking for you everywhere, Daddy,’ she whined, pushing him back to lean against the wall as she straddled his lap. She was so desperate she could barely remember the role play, but she saw the way his eyes lit up when she called him Daddy so endeavoured to continue the play. She would be lying if the power inbalance didn’t make her dripping wet. Size difference was something she’d always loved in her men, and Steve was almost twice her size with thick arms and big, calloused hands. Those hands were now groping her ass cheeks, squeezing them together. She moaned again and pressed herself against him, kissing him wetly and allowing him to force his tongue into her mouth, licking and tasting. She could feel his still hard cock through his shorts and she ground down on it, eliciting a deep moan from her daddy. He grabbed the top of her bikini bottoms with one hand and pulled them up, making her break the kiss and gasp wantonly. The bottoms dug in to her pussy and forced her to kneel up, before Steve pushed her hips down and she fell down on his cock again. He repeated this a bit as he pulled back, putting enough space between them so he could watch her large tits bouncing up and down with the motion.

‘Yes honey, just like that. Fuck, your tits look amazing like that. Bet you love having them out for everyone to see, right? This bikini barely covers anything. You’re just begging to be bent over the nearest surface and fucked.’ He rocked his erection in to her and it was all she could do not to cum again. But she was getting inpatient for him inside her and she had to move things along a bit more quickly.

‘Need — need you daddy,’ she moaned at him whist riding him. ‘Need you to fuck me for real, breed me properly!’

‘Breed you, hm? That what you like baby? Need a daddy to cum in you like a little bitch? God, I wish my wife was this dirty. I’ve got a lot of cum saved up for you tonight girl.’

He grabbed her ass with both hands and got his feet under him, easily lifting her body as he stood up. Cassidy squealed in delight and kissed him again, sucking his lips and giggling to herself. She wrapped her legs around his waist and continued grinding herself against him even as he pushed the door open to her flat and walked them inside.

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“A match!” Steve thought to himself, as the rare occurrence of the matching graphics showed up on his phone. “Why did I swipe right? Oh, right, the bi-curious, alpha female; don’t see that very often.” The picture showed a beautiful asian woman with great teeth, beautiful eyes and lips, and nicely coloured hair. Just enough cleavage showing in the picture to be enticing and mysterious. He hadn’t had much luck back east on Tastify, but figured might as well try again.

The next day he was startled by his phone buzzing next to his cock. Pulling it out he noticed he had a message from Tastify. “She messaged me first!” he thought to himself, startled to see a message from Emma on his screen.

“Mr. Handsome what you looking for a friendship or relationship.” read the message.

“Hey miss hotness, bi curious alpha female :). Ultimately I’m looking for a relationship but can’t really have one without the other, so looking for friends first.” he replied. “Or, I could just lube your ass, and fill it with my bon plug, while you go to work on my cock with that hot mouth.” was what he really wanted to say. But he did not.

They messaged back and forth a bit and made plans to meet on Av. Republica in Pelotas. He googled it and found a Chilean restaurant that looked decent. She had made a comment in her profile about texting back and forth going nowhere, so he decided he should take charge a bit and find a restaurant. Being new to the area he knew nothing about it, but decided what the hell, the menu looks decent.

Traffic was heavy on the 185 on the way to work. “Geez, must be end of quarter,” he thought to himself. He arrived 1/2 hour late, got a coffee from the kitchen and went to his desk. “Time for a hard bit of coding,” he thought about the time he should really make up.

“Smoke break?” said Bruce, in the way that he always did.

“Sure.” said Steve.

Steve followed Bruce out to the smoking area, awkwardly avoiding eye contact as he passed women on the way out of the office, the sexual harassment training he’d been told to take last week fresh in his mind. “Just don’t look at their boobs.” he thought to himself.

Bruce liked to talk about his bikes and his wife, they seemed pretty happy together. Halfway through their smokes, there was the usual awkward silence when he knew that he’d heard all that Bruce could think to talk about.

“So, any dates?” said Bruce.

“A couple.” said Steve. “Going to Pelotas tonight for dinner, she looks pretty hot in the pictures. Described herself as a bi-curious, alpha female, which is pretty interesting.”

“Oooh, a dominatrix!” said Bruce.

“Maybe, we’ll see.” said Steve.

“Don’t forget to bring your bon plug and some lube.” said Bruce.

“Sure bud.” said Steve.

Steve had trouble concentrating for the rest of the day, thinking about his date, his engorged cock throbbing in his pants. “Bon plug? For real? I’m the pitcher, you’re the catcher!” he thought to himself as he wondered if he’d bit off more than he could chew.

Steve left work around five and was again confronted with heavy traffic on the 214 on the way in to ordu escort Pelotas. “Fucking sales.” he thought to himself, “This quarter better be good.” thinking about his stock grants.

He arrived around 20 minutes early and drove around the restaurant to find a place to park. The other dates he’d managed to meet on Tastify had been habitually 25 minutes late, so he figured he was in for nursing a beer and swiping right some more while he waited for Emma in the restaurant.

She’d told him to meet her in front of a Yoga Studio nearby, which luckily was easy to find, but there wasn’t anyone waiting outside. Until his phone rang.

“Hello?” he said, surprised at her forwardness. “No one ever calls me except my mother,” he thought to himself, “You’re supposed to text me.”

“Hi, where are you?” said an inviting voice.

Turning around he saw someone walking down the street which had to be her, so he hung up his phone and walked toward her.

“Hi, nice to meet you!” she said, as they awkwardly shook hands, unsure how to greet each other.

“I’m proud of myself!” she said suddenly, as she grabbed his hand and put it on her hard abs, immediately breaking the touch barrier. “I lost 2 inches.” she said.

He felt her hard body beneath her clothes and his cock stirred. “Wow, I’ll bet your ass is really tight too!” he wanted to say. But he did not.

They broke the ice a bit, as they walked to the restaurant.

“You don’t listen!” she said suddenly, “Your attention span is too small! I said pick me up, I didn’t tell you to park.”

Startled, he didn’t know what to say, “Well other dates that I’ve met on Tastify have been consistently 25 minutes late.” he said, fumbling a bit. “So I wasn’t about to block traffic waiting for someone I’ve never met.”

When they got to the restaurant he could see that there was a parking spot right in front.

“See, you could have parked here! We could have gone anywhere, you don’t listen!” she remarked.

“Ok, lady.” he thought to himself jokingly, but said nothing. “You have a hot mouth, but if its not milking my cock soon, I’m out of here.”

They entered the restaurant and she immediately picked a table. “Sit here.” she said, ignoring the host. “Alpha female.” he though to himself, mildly amused.

They looked at the menu and picked somethings to order. He mentioned a chicken basil stir fry, and she, a soup, with noodles and chicken.

When the waiter arrived she changed his order, asking for shrimp instead of chicken, because her soup had chicken in it already. He went along with it because clearly things were already a little weird.

“Alpha female.” he thought to himself again, intrigued.

When the food arrived she began serving him, carefully choosing the right amount of the various things they’d ordered. He wasn’t sure what to think about it, so served himself a few times when he felt that he wanted some more.

“You don’t do that.” he heard her saying in his mind, the expression on her face seeming a little put off. “I serve you, you eat what I put on your plate.”

They talked over osmaniye escort dinner, and he was surprised at her skill at conversation. She clearly steered the conversation towards 4 specific things, by talking indirectly and telling stories, gauging his interest and patience. 1. Was he ok with having sex with a woman who is bleeding; 2. Did he know that he might have to use lube during sex; 3. Was he circumcised; 4. Had he shaved his pubes recently.

“Alpha female.” he thought to himself again, pretty excited now.

“BTW, can I fuck your hot mouth later?” he wanted to say. But he did not.

When they’d finished dinner she asked if he had time for a movie, which he said he did. They went back to his car and drove to the movie theatre. While they were driving she remarked that she wasn’t sure how to put her seat back, “It might be nice if my seat went back.” she said. Having only ever driven his car, he wasn’t sure what to say, the driver’s seat had automatic seat controls, but it was clear that the passenger seat didn’t.

When they arrived at the movie theatre and parked, she said “Are you going to open my door?” He obliged and walked around the car to open her door. While she was still sitting in the seat he made an excuse of leaning over her and touching her body with his, trying to find the seat controls, feeling the heat building between them. The passenger seat only had manual controls, so she got up and as she moved past brushed her ass against him, teasing his already engorged cock.

“Nice.” he thought.

As they walked towards the elevator she grabbed his cock over his jeans and squeezed a bit, keeping him excited. She took down his zipper as if to pull out his cock, but stopped, gauging his reaction.

They laughed and talked a bit in the elevator as he made himself decent again.

As they arrived at the box office she chose the movie, a thriller. He paid and they went upstairs towards the theatres.

At the top of the escalator she directed him towards the restrooms.

“I’m going to the restroom, there’s your restroom.” she said, pointing towards the men’s. “Do you have to pee?” she continued.

“No, I’m fine.” he replied.

“Wait for me here, I’ll be right back.” she said as she pointed to a spot on the floor. He stood on the spot she’d indicated and didn’t move, feeling oddly content at doing what he was told. He might have waited there for hours for her to come back, and not cared or even noticed.

When she came back they went to the concessions, and she told him to get a large bottle of water. “Get one from the back,” she said, “they’re colder.” He did precisely as he was told. She chose some ice cream snacks, and got some self serve cups for the water.

“Smart.” he thought, as he paid.

When they entered the theatre and went up the stairs to the last row, another couple, already seated, remarked sarcastically, “Great.” as though they had the same idea.

“Take your sweater off.” she said as they sat down. He obliged and she covered him with it, immediately going for his cock under the sweater.

“Sticky.” sinop escort she said, a little surprised at how wet his bare cock was.

“Yeah, I’m not circumcised,” he thought to himself, “when I’m turned on my cock is wet.” hoping she wasn’t put off by his voluminous pre-cum.

With her other hand she feed him some of the ice cream snacks.

“This will melt in your mouth,” she said, as he bit down and chewed the chocolate and ice cream. “You don’t listen!” she remarked, “I said it would melt in your mouth, you bit it.” He smiled sheepishly, and tried not to chew the ice cream and chocolate as she fed him more snacks.

She kept touching him through his underwear during the movie, and after some time put his hand on her clit through her pants. He could feel her pulse in her clit, as she squeezed his cock through his underwear, creating feedback.

The movie was a thriller, with lots of things jumping out of the screen, so when she was surprised she’d squeeze his cock harder, making him ever more excited.

As the movie ended, and the lights came up, he removed his sweater and put it on, revealing what they’d been doing to all, to all who might have been looking.

“Yeah, that’s what we were doing.” he thought to himself, excited.

She told him to drive her home, and they parked near her house to talk a bit.

They held hands and talked for hours, while the windows steamed up from their breath, and the fog in Pelotas, a constant obscurer.

“Can you help me with my seat?” she said suddenly, indicating she wanted to recline.

He got out and went over to help her, deliberately leaning over her with his body, as he fumbled with the seat controls.

“Why don’t you sit down?” she said, as she got up and moved past him, squeezing his cock through his pants.

He obliged, and she went for the zipper once again, closing the door and hopping between his legs. She unbuttoned his pants, revealing his engorged cock, dripping with pre-cum from their earlier escapades.

She gently pulled back his foreskin with one hand, stroked his shaft with the other, and then cupped his balls.

“You need to shave.” she said, as she gently kissed his frenulum, and then took the head of his cock in to her hot, wet mouth, knowing this is what he’d been wanting the whole evening, while he put up with her directions and abuse, making him all the more excited.

She tongued the underside of his cock, while cupping his balls, stroking and taking more of his shaft. As he started to peak she stopped suddenly, looking deep in to his eyes as she firmly gripped his shaft, edging him with grounding pressure.

“You cum when I say.” she seemed to say to him, without words.

“Hey, you were sucking my cock!” he thought to himself, “I liked that, don’t stop!”

They broke eye contact and she continued sucking furiously, taking more of his shaft in to her mouth, the head of his cock just entering her throat. As he started to buck his hips against her, she tongued the underside of his cock, and stroked his shaft with her hands and lips, inviting the oncoming hot splash.

He shook, and his hot cum exploded in to her inviting mouth, collapsing back in to the reclined seat as she cleaned him up.

“You so funny.” she said as he regained his composure. “You funny duck.”

“Alpha female.” he thought to himself again, as he collapsed back in to the reclined seat.

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Chapter Five – Moving to the Dark Side

After losing my virginity, and the events to follow with Milly, things began to slow down again. I guess it was inevitable.

I would love to sit here and tell you that me and Katie’s first time had blossomed into a passionate relationship. But life was never that simple.

Katie and I may have taken each others virginities but we both knew anything more than that could jeopardise our friendship and the group’s friendship in general. So we had a difficult conversation in the next couple of days where we decided we would allow things to cool down between us. Everything that happened that weekend stayed between us and Milly, the other three girls didn’t know a single thing.

With Katie wanting to keep things low key, Milly decided the same.

It was frustrating for someone like me who had just gone through my first real sexual experience to have to then wait so long for another chance with one of the girls. I knew if it wasnt for Katie deciding to protect our friendship, I would probably be getting action with both Katie and Milly right now.

Milly didn’t like to be left out but without Katie getting inside my pants, she didn’t attempt to initiate anything either.

The next month or so, we were also getting busy with exams. So most of the time I spent with the girls was helping them prepare for the end of semester exams that were right around the corner.

By the time they had arrived, I believed I had helped the four of them enough that they would pass with flying colours. To be perfectly honest, the only person I started to worry about now was Tayla who as predicted, had fallen back into the arms of Declan.

He would hang around us now throughout the week. Tayla seemed happy but she had taken her eyes off class, homework and exams, spending so much of her time following Declan around like a puppy dog.

Declan remained friendly with me, probably knowing that if he acted negatively towards me, it may hurt his chances of survival in the group setting.

But the guy was still dumb as a rock. Another person assuming they’ll get through life just by their sporting abilities and over-confident charm. The other girls saw it too and weren’t afraid to criticise Tayla for her decision to date him again.

“Like I always say, the most intelligent people tend to always be the dumbest when it comes to knowing what’s best for them,” Annie told me as we walked home from school one night after studying.

“There’s nothing we can do about it,” I said, feeling a little flat about all of it, “She’s old enough to make her own mistakes.”

To put it one way, I wasn’t buying what he was selling. Maybe it was also an added layer of jealousy considering I was still wanting an encore from the time she jerked me off. I bet if Declan found that out, he’d kill me.

Murder.

“It’s like me,” Annie started to explain, “I may hook up with dumbasses all the time but that doesn’t mean I would waste my time dating them.”

“You wouldn’t? Not even Henry Foley?”

“No of course not,” she quickly hit back, “That wouldn’t ever happen… it’s just a casual thing between me and him, he’s not a settle down type of guy.”

Music to my ears.

Maybe she would be more open to starting a relationship in the future with a guy that was a bit of a loser with no real sporting abilities…

“What about you? What’s your deal?” she asked me, “I know it didn’t eventuate when we tried to get you laid but what’s the type of girl you’d like to date.”

I was looking at her.

Something about Annie always had me imagining what it would be like to wake up next to her. She had such a great smile, I felt that great ‘butterfly’ feeling in my stomach when she laughed. I wanted to be her protector, the guy she called when she was in trouble, the guy she called when she was upset.

I hadn’t even started on her physical features which further added to the list of why I had the hots for her.

“I don’t really have a type,” I lied.

She gave me a push on the sidewalk, “Stop it, you do so, everyone’s got a type.”

Grinning and shrugging my shoulders, I told her with a little bit more of honesty this time, “I just want someone I can trust, someone I can take care of, someone to laugh with.”

“Yeah, me too.”

We finally reached my house and as I said goodbye, she stopped me, calling out my name after only taking a few steps down my driveway.

Annie stood at the end of the driveway, giving me another chance to take in her beauty, the neat black skirt and buttoned blue sleeveless blouse looked more like a going out outfit than a school one.

“Yeah?” I answered her call.

“Why haven’t you invited any of us over to your house?”

Easy answer to that, my parents.

Not that they were bad people but like most guys my age, we found to be embarrassed by them. With popular female friends, I figured there can’t be any value in letting them meet any of them.

“Uh I don’t know.”

Annie stayed flat footed tokat escort as I walked back up to her.

“Could I come in?” she asked, “It doesn’t have to be for long, just a little tour?”

I was nervous but I was glad it was just one of my friends rather than all five that were coming into the house where my parents would be. That would create too many questions, maybe my parents would start thinking I was their gay best friend as did many of the kids at school did.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied.

That famous smile of hers reappeared and I felt my heart skip another beat. I don’t know how anyone could make me feel like that just with their smile but she had that sort of impact on me. She followed me up the driveway and into the front door. It felt like I was introducing Annie to my family as if she was my girlfriend, rather than just a good friend that she was.

“Hey mom, hey dad,” I said as we entered the kitchen and they were both there preparing dinner at the bench, “This is my friend Annie, she was just stopping in for a minute.”

The blonde smiled pleasantly at my parents who were both a little shocked to see that I had a female with me, especially one that had the good looks that Annie did.

“Oh um Annie, what a pleasant surprise,” my mother began to ramble.

I looked at my feet in embarrassment as she welcomed Annie to our house. Everything she said made me cringe inside, it’s why I never wanted any of the Saturday Night Five to come to my house.

“We’ve never seen you here before, how long have you and Leonard been friends for?”

“Just at the start of the semester, Leo’s been helping me with my studies, he’s very smart,” Annie politely replied, throwing in the compliment.

My mother looked delighted whilst my father that I was strikingly similar to in personality, quietly observed. If I didn’t say something now, my mom would have kept Annie down here for ages to chat.

“Okay anyways,” I cut in, “We’ve got to go.”

I headed towards our staircase that led to the upstairs bedrooms.

“It was a pleasure to meet you both.”

I could hear Annie say that before she followed me up to my room. To be honest, I didn’t really know what I was doing, she want to come in but what more? Was she just having a look or did she intend to get something more out of this.

“This is your room?” she said as we stopped outside my bedroom door.

I nodded, “Uh yeah… this is it… did you want to umm…”

“Yeah, of course,” the blonde said, stepping inside.

Watching Annie enter my room and look around was a little odd. I had been waiting for the day that I’d actually get a girl up here but it still felt a little weird. She was curious, looking around the room.

She stopped in front of an opened cupboard where I kept all my playstation and computer games.

“Holy Jesus…” she spoke, “You’ve got so many of these.”

Annie was taking out one of the games and inspecting it like it was something foreign. Instantly I was a little embarrassed, knowing it would remind her of just how much of a nerd I really was.

I grabbed the game from her and put it back, closing the doors of the cupboard, “Oh don’t worry about these, they’re silly.”

“No, it’s not silly,” she commented, moving onto another part of my room.

The whole time she looked around, I was right behind her, anxious of what she might see, what she might think of me. The blonde then opened up one of my desk draws, still super curious.

My heart sank when I remembered what was inside.

“What’s this?” Annie asked, taking out a big black diary.

Fuck. If she opened that and saw even a few pages of my thoughts, I was a goner. Of course I had talked about each of the Saturday Night Five inside my diary in long lengths. Most recently, my exploits with Katie and Milly that I certainly didn’t want shared with anyone.

Before she opened it up or I had a chance to stop her, my mom saved the day.

“Annie,” she spoke, now at the doorway, “Would you care to stay for dinner this evening? We have enough for one more.”

The blonde put the diary back on my desk, “That would be lovely, if I’m not intruding?”

“Oh nonsense, of course you’re not, it’s our pleasure,” she said in a cheerful tone, “Come down when you’re ready you too, we’ll start to serve now.”

Typically, I would be furious to have my mother disturb or interrupt me when I’m alone with a girl in my room. But in this scenario, she saved me.

In seconds, we were heading back downstairs to have dinner. Annie excited to be invited over by my parents to stay. She sent a quick text to her own mother to let her know that she wouldn’t be home for dinner and then we each grabbed a plate and sat down at the dining table.

The whole time, my mother chatted with Annie, asking questions about her or bringing up things about me when I was younger. It was all embarrassing for me but hearing Annie chuckle through dinner and engage back in conversation made me relax.

“We yozgat escort always like to go away over the Christmas break,” she then told Annie, “You would be more than welcome to join us this year if you like, Leonard always brings a friend.”

I was a little taken back by her offer. But it was true, Michael had always come with us but having not spoken to him in weeks, that wouldn’t be an option again.

“That sounds lovely,” Annie replied in her most polite voice again, “Can I get back to you on that? I’m sometimes away during the holidays.”

“Of course dear.”

Just hearing mom call Annie ‘dear’ was strange.

When dinner was finished, Annie even hung around downstairs to help clear the table. Then starting to assist my dad in washing the dishes, I think my parents started to fall in love with her.

They could join the queue, I was already at that stage. The night reminded me of that sweet, sweet side of her. Suddenly I was imagining what a life together may look like as boyfriend and girlfriend. There would be no issue with her getting along with my family, we’d always be going back and fourth from each other’s houses. The jocks at school would have nothing more to say, not able to make fun of being, saying I was just the girls’ ‘gay best friend’.

Life would be sweet.

I snuck back up to my room to re-hide my diary. I would sure be back later to write this all down but there’s not a chance in hell that I would be caught with this out while Annie was here.

When I hid it in an area of my room I was sure she wouldn’t consider looking through, I turned around to exit.

Then she appeared, giving me a fright.

“Annie,” I exasperatedly said, “Sorry, I didn’t see you coming.

“That’s okay,” she walked in very comfortably, taking a seat on my desk chair that spun, “Your parents are so sweet, your mom is adorable.”

“She didn’t annoy you at all down there, did she? I know she loves to chat.”

“Of course not, I loved speaking to her. I’d love to go away over the Christmas break too, it’s just going to be difficult to try and convince my own parents to be away over that time.”

I sat on the edge of my bed which was right in front of where the desk chair was. She spun around to her right so we were facing one another.

“Your family goes away then too?”

She nodded, putting a foot forward, onto the bed, “My parents love to go camping. It’s not my thing, I rather not slum it for weeks at a time, sleeping in a tent, getting constantly wet at stupid campgrounds… maybe now that I’m finally 18, I won’t be expected to come with them on every holiday…”

I was getting a little distracted, not hearing every word she said.

With her leg up on the end of the bed, right next to me, I was given a bit of an up skirt view. Underneath her nice little skirt she wore to school, I could see a glimpse of white, obviously her panties.

It was getting dark outside and without a lamp or a room light on, we didn’t have a great amount of visibility, in fact, we were losing more of it, every minute.

“Leo?”

“What? Sorry, what?” I repeated, having zoned out.

I could see a smirk on her face, “You didn’t answer my question, does your family ever camp much?”

Fuck. I had completely blanked out when I was looking under her skirt that I missed her question.

“Yeah, umm no, no, my parents would never,” I told her, “They’re strictly hotel people.”

“Oh god that sounds great!” she exclaimed, “If only I had that growing up.”

With her foot pressing against the bed, Annie was slowly moving the chair closer to me. I don’t know if it was done on purpose or not but I felt my body tingle again.

“Well if you do want to come with us this break, there won’t be a tent in sight.”

Except the one in my pants, I thought to myself after telling her that.

“And where would I sleep?” she said in a hushed tone.

This was it.

She had to be flirting. That leg positioned like that wasn’t by accident, she knew what I would be looking at. I gulped as I prepared to answer boldly, “I wouldn’t mind sharing…”

Again she crept forward in her chair, edging closer to me. Annie then put her right leg up on the bed too, up on the other side of me. Her legs were spread out wide, with my body in between them.

She was getting really close to me now, her perfume fuelling my nose. Now that I wasn’t a virgin and had a little more sexual confidence myself, I didn’t intend on holding back here. I grabbed her legs just softly, holding onto them.

Her legs were so smooth to touch, as if they had just been shaved as early as this morning before school. I slowly ran them up and down, below her knees.

“Haven’t you changed,” Annie whispered again, “You wouldn’t have dared touch me like this when we met…”

In that moment, I felt like I had to be honest with her. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t some pathetic nerd that had never touched another girl before let alone zonguldak escort slept with one.

I also didn’t want to keep this big of a secret from someone that I wanted to be more than just friends with, even more than friends with benefits too.

“Well I’m not a virgin anymore.”

Annie who had moved right in on me, stayed still. She looked at me, as if she was waiting for a punchline, waiting for me to tell her I was joking.

“You’re kidding…”

“I’m not.”

Annie tried not to look stunned but I knew she was.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” I asked her.

Annie didn’t hold back, “Well it’s you Leo, of course it’s hard to grasp.”

I don’t know how she meant that to come out but the whole tension in the moment started to fall apart. Letting go of her legs, I felt frustration inside me.

“Right. Me. Just a loser nerd that couldn’t ever get laid, that makes sense…”

“That’s not what I meant!” she cut me off, dropping her legs back down.

“Oh really? Then what did you mean?”

She felt under pressure, understanding how her words had upset me. But she wasn’t great at clearing it up, bumbling with her words, something I hadn’t seen her do before, “Look… I just… I didn’t mean it like that, I… I just mean it’s different with you and um… you’re not like the other guys…”

I don’t know what had gotten into me but hearing her bring up other guys just set me off, thinking about the jerks I had to deal with at school, the same sorts of guys that Annie would hook up with without even thinking.

“Yeah I’m not like them, I’m not a fucking asshole like them,” I muttered back, “I would never talk behind your backs or brag like others… but you don’t see any of that, you’re too blind to it, being okay with hooking up with idiots like Henry Foley.”

“Hey! What I do with other guys is none of your business!” she hit back, getting out of the chair.

Annie could tell I wasn’t going to let her explain herself. She shook her head, fixing up her skirt as she headed for the bedroom door. The blonde stopped before leaving, turning to say something to me.

I looked up at her to see her mouth open, about to speak. But instead, she just let out a huff and left my room, closing the door on me.

Whether this was my fault or hers, I wasn’t at a point to blame myself. I was taking the victim-mentality as I sat there steaming. There was anger rising through my blood as I lashed out, getting up and smashing my bed with my right fist.

The soft material of the mattress copped it as I thoroughly beat it with my fist. I let out my rage like I hadn’t done before.

It was everything catching up to me.

I didn’t want to be seen as that loser anymore. Was I being precious? Was it not fair that I was wanted to be treated like a normal every day guy that could get with girls and not be such a shock to everyone.

***

Saturday Morning

“He’s really going for it… Does he always work this hard?”

“No I’ve never seen him like this before…”

I could hear the girls talking as I worked out hard at the gym, pumping iron. Just saying those words made me wonder how I had gotten to this stage.

The gym had become a regular thing, always going in with Milly. Usually I spent half the time here staring at her ass in the tight bike shorts she wore but today I was completely focused on working out.

Joining us was Tayla who was amused by just how hard I was going at it this morning. The fact that I wasn’t even concentrating on her in her just as sexy gym clothing meant that I was serious about something.

I was still in a bad mood after my fight with Annie. If this happened to me a couple of months ago, I would probably sit and hide in my room and stay clear from everyone. But that wasn’t the guy I wanted to be. Instead, I was out here working on my body, wanting to look better, feel better about myself.

By the end of the session, I was spent, covered in sweat. Tayla came across and handed me a small white hand towel to wipe myself down, “I’m impressed, you trying to show off for me?”

She had a cheeky smile on her face. I hadn’t even really considered that, but I was glad that they were both there to watch the entire time. If Annie couldn’t see me as what I wanted to be seen as, maybe they could.

“Just want to take this more seriously,” I said, wiping the towel on my forehead to wipe off the sweat.

“Well if you keep that up, you’ll have the boys at school trying to recruit you for the football team,” Tayla joked.

I gave her a half-chuckle in response.

“Oooh, Rose wants to do a beach day today,” Milly suddenly said, checking a text from her brunette friend, “Down at Kellets.”

Tayla was excited to hear, clapping her hands together, “Ooh yes please, I’ll let Declan know, maybe he can bring a few people down, make it a bit of a party.”

I didn’t react, just wiped the last bit of sweat off my neck with Tayla’s towel.

“You’ll come right, Leo?” Milly asked me.

“Oh… yeah, sure I will.”

It was conflicting for me. I didn’t want to see Annie right now and of course she would be there. And if Declan was bringing along a few of his friends, it didn’t make anything easier. I was certainly worried who he was going to bring down to the beach too.

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As I was preparing to write this story, I discovered on the top shelf of my closet an old file I’d lost track of, inside of which was a sealed envelope. When I tore it open, I was pleasantly shocked to see I’d saved the photos of my young wife naked in a river.

There were others as well, her lying face up on the bed, smiling shyly, and swimming naked in the ocean, and one from behind, through open shutters in a cabin, as she stood in an outside bathtub toward the bay, a towel held in front her semi-demurely (there were boaters out there) but her brown back and legs and white bottom completely on display to me.

I’d almost forgotten that I’d taken these. She’d been so reluctant to ever appear naked in public that it had taken me years and many rounds of gentle persuasion before she started to let go.

But when she did, our life together started changing as well, in ways that we never could have anticipated. What’s that story about Humpty Dumpty?

As I write this, I have two of the old photos that I have uploaded to my computer screen to inspire me. One is very grainy because all I had to work with was a black-and-white contact sheet thumbnail – it’s her in the river.

I re-photographed it with my digital camera, blew it up to normal size, and re-touched it in iPhoto. The result is still far from the quality of porn images, but somehow that seems fitting, as it has a vintage feel now and is rapidly re-igniting feelings that I’ve long repressed.

There she is, completely naked in the river, the water up to her waist, standing on a bit of sand among many round, smooth rocks and stones in that mountain setting. She is tall and slender, 5’7″ and 120 lbs. with her long blond hair behind her back.

From her pretty shoulders, her arms are spread out and her hands are touching the surface of the river as if she is caressing it. Her face is looking down at her left hand, away from my view.

I see her ear, her cheek, and her left eye.

But also I see her lovely bare breasts standing out at attention.

White from the bikini normally hid them from the sun during our frequent trips to beaches, lakes and rivers, they are perky.

Even in this hazy rendering it is obvious her nipples are erect.

Looking lower, I can see her flat tummy and where her lower body enters the river water. I see the bush above her pussy and the hint of her white behind. Nothing obvious, kırşehir escort just hints. Just suggestions of what could be seen by someone else from a different angle.

We’d been hiking next to this river for hours. It was in a remote part of the west coast, but we’d encountered a fair number of other people along the way. Most, like us, were young. We were both 27 at the time.

As we hiked, I took off my shirt and just wore some shorts, socks and shoes. My wife wore one of my shirts unbuttoned as a coverall over a bikini and flip-flops. The bikini had a flowery pattern and was just big enough to cover her breasts and bottom.

I loved looking at her body as she hiked in front of me and imagining that she would eventually get naked out here in nature. I have no idea why the idea holds such power over me but it always has, and apparently always will.

Eventually we reached a spot we deemed remote enough to settle in for our lunch and the adventures that would follow. She laid out a towel and I unpacked our food and wine from the backpack. She went into the pool nearby for a swim. As always she kept on her swimsuit.

Skinny-dipping, as she told me, was too risky for her. What if a stranger came and saw her naked?

The funny thing about that is that often after we got back home to our third-floor apartment in the city with the curtains open, she would relive our days outside with me on a futon in our living room, where a number of neighbors might be able to see.

She would drink some wine and then lay back, while I touched her and asked her how she felt about what we did that day. Invariably, what we always did was hike, swim, apply sunscreen to each other’s bodies, and notice others nearby, some of whom (given where we live) were naked.

Then we would have sex. During the lead-up to intercourse I would query her about what she had seen and how that made her feel.

“Did you see that pretty Asian woman undress up by sand dune?”

“Yes.”

“Did you see her boyfriend or husband start to touch her?”

“Yes.”

“Did you wish you were her?”

“At this point she just kissed me deeply, her signal that the answer was more than a ‘yes’ it was her moment to begin fucking.

As she came out of the river I again appreciated how lovely she was. What makes her especially sexy is she simply does not know it, or if she does, malatya escort she pretends not to know.

Her nipples were pressing against her tops and her bottom was clearly outlined, covered in flowers.

She dried off and we ate lunch, and then I poured her a glass of wine. We’d bought all of our supplies from a little market in a nearby town. As we checked out, the cute girl ringing up our bill looked me in the eye and said, “Going up to the river?”

I blushed a bit and said yeah.

“Have a good time!” I think she them winked at me.

As my wife lay beside me after lunch and sipping her wine, I started talking to her.

“You know, nobody is around us here. Wouldn’t you like to take your wet suit off?”

“I’m okay.”

I continued. “When my suit is wet I am always uncomfortable. I need it to get dry before I feel ‘okay.'”

“You have a point,” she told me, “but someone might see.”

At this point I poured her another glass of wine and whispered in her ear, “So what?”

She drank the wine and reached over to me, touching my chest lightly.

“Maybe you should take a swim and cool off. You seem a bit hot and bothered,”

I obeyed her command and stepped into the river. It was much colder than I had anticipated, but I splashed around for a few moments and then rejoined her at our towel.

I allowed myself my first drops of wine, which on the west coast is our elixir of love. As it slipped down my throat, I knew what to do next.

I stripped off my suit and hung it on the rock next to us. We were truly in a fairly secluded spot but there were trails on both sides of the river and anyone could come along at any time, my wife was right about that.

It felt luxurious being naked out in nature. I have never known how to feel about my own body but I think it is pretty nice. I am 6′ tall, 180 lds. My bottom is white because I usually keep my shorts on but everything else is golden brown.

My penis is probably not the biggest, maybe six inches erect but thick and straight and nice (according to my wife) to look at. She also likes my ass and has taken pictures of me naked, which she has in our photo album at home.

She says she has showed them to her friends, which embarrasses me but also excites me.

In any event, back on our towel, I started trying to caress her but she rejected me. “Not here,” she niğde escort commanded.

After a bit, around mid-afternoon, we started hiking back to our car.

We were both dressed in our hiking clothes again, except she had lost her bikini and was just wearing my shirt over her naked body. Knowing this, I was sporting an erection that I could not control.

About halfway along the trail we spotted a deep green pool below.

Without speaking she led me down to it, gently holding my hand and indicating this would be where we would be doing whatever she had in mind for us next.

I was shocked that when we got to the edge of the pool that she stripped off her shirt and dived into the pool naked. As I watched her cavort, my cock again got hard. I wanted to play with myself, but I somehow couldn’t.

I suddenly felt protective and urged her to get out of the pool. After all, we were now in a zone where many people might see us. I admit that I was scared about what might happen.

She came up and wrapped a towel around herself. Suddenly out of nowhere, a guy came up to us, stripped off his shorts, jumped into the pool naked and yelled “Yahoo!”

Afterward, he kept swimming downstream, his shorts in his hand.

By now, I wasn’t sure what my wife had in mind. We’d been experimenting with exhibitionism and voyeurism for some time, but her extreme reluctance in confiding how all of this made her feel troubled me.

What happened next changed everything.

“I liked that boys’ body,” she breathed into my ear. “I liked seeing his bottom and his penis.”

As she said this she started stroking my cock through my shorts.

“Do you think he saw me naked?” she asked.

“Yes, I know he did” I said.

At that she opened her shirt and told me to start touching her. I caressed her naked breasts, one after the other. As I did so, both nipples stood out hard like tiny penises and she moaned her pleasure.

We continued this for maybe 15 minutes before my hand drifted down to her pussy. All I can say is she was very wet, she I did my best to satisfy her before she abruptly sat up, covered herself with the shirt and said, “Enough!”

Wow. At this point I no longer knew what kind of woman my wife was. But she clearly was determined to direct this experience to its conclusion.

As we continued back to our car, she said, “Let’s walk in the river.”

At this point it was much shallower than before.

“You go,” I said. “I’ll stay up here on the path.”

As she made her way down the hill I saw her remove her shirt, bunch it up, and throw it onto rock next to the river. The she stepped naked into the river.

That is when I shot this picture.

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It was time for the Thanksgiving Formal at Barton Hills. I had spent the last four weeks trying to figure out a way to seduce Mim. My roadblock was that I didn’t think Mim would fall for any cheap tricks. She was not only beautiful, but smart and sophisticated. In the end, I decided to just go and have a good time. Maybe karma would be with me. At the very least, I would spend an evening with Mim.

There are not many occasions that I can dress in formal Scottish attire. My great grandparents emigrated in the early part of the twentieth century. Along with their meager possessions, they brought a strong sense of their culture. My great grandfather worked hard, opened a small bank that soon became a big bank, catering to immigrants. My grandfather took over and he increased the family’s prosperity, along with a sense of propriety. He instituted the tradition of a formal family dinner every Sunday. He would take the family to the local Episcopal Church and then back to his house for a splendid meal. He also insisted on formal Scottish attire.

Thus from an early age I learned how to wear a kilt. As I grew, I also developed a special kinship with the Scottish customs. I wore a kilt to my wedding and every other formal event. I loved proclaiming my heritage in such an obvious and stylish way.

I adjust my sporran while evaluating my reflection in the full length mirror. From the ghille brogues on my feet to the Prince Charlie jacket, I look the perfect Scottish gentleman. I hope Mim will find me well turned out, but maybe not a “perfect” gentleman.

Arriving at the Academy I park and head over to the main administration building for a small reception.

Ruthann greets me at the door.

“Wow, Mac,” she gushes, “you look really cool. And handsome.” She blushes a bit with that admission.

“And you, my bonnie lass, are a sight of beauty.”

Ruthann blushes deeper. But it’s true. She’s wearing a cocktail dress of soft black crepe that reaches her knees. Standing in two inch pumps, she is as tall as I am. Her hair is braided into one long plait and rests over her shoulder. The dress accents her young curves and small breasts that do not appear to be encumbered by a bra and the shoes make her long legs even more appealing. Her make-up is not over-done and I wonder if Mim might have had a hand in it. My suspicions increase as I lean forward to kiss her cheek and inhale the same delicate scent that Mim wears.

“Thanks, Mac,” she coos and kisses me back on my cheek. “Let me go and let Ms. Collins know you’re here,” she says and turns away.

I look around the formal entry hall and study the portraits of former Heads of School. They all look fairly stiff and quite formidable. I don’t know the current head, but heard she is not as rigid as her predecessors. She understood that today’s parents and students want order but not a stranglehold on their burgeoning daughters.

I sense movement and turn. I stop breathing.

Mim is crossing toward me. I did not think such beauty existed.

Mim is wearing a floor-length white soft silk gown with a tartan sash flowing from her right shoulder to her left hip, where it is knotted together. A brooch pins the sash to her shoulder. Her dress is slit halfway up her right side and a flash of leg appears with every step. The silk clings to her body, subtly defining her feminine figure. I can see her breasts move feely under the fabric and notice no visible break in the fall of the dress over her hips. I wonder if she too is naked under her clothing.

Her golden hair is piled high and pulled into a loose bun in the back. With her hair out of the way of her long, elegant neck, my gaze falls to the slightly scooped neckline. She has accented her green eyes with enough mascara to make them appear to be two emeralds set in ivory. Her lips are a deep pink to help highlight the blush on her cheekbones.

She seems to glide toward me. I look down to see a black patent leather pump appear as the slit that reaches half-way up her thigh exposes a shapely leg.

As with Ruthann, her shoes bring her to eye level with me. She rests her hand on my shoulder and leans in to kiss my cheek. I am not sure what swooning is, but I think I may have done so as her lips touch my skin.

Pulling back she smiles and then a cloud crosses her face.

“Mac, are you all right? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Recovering, I try to make light, “A bit early in the evening for Macbeth, Mim.”

She smiles but asks again.

“Seriously, are you feeling all right?”

I decide to go for it.

“Mim, I am feeling a bit weak in the knees.”

She frowns and then I continue.

“I have never seen a more beautiful woman than the one before me.”

She beams and slips her arm through mine.

“Thank you.”

Guiding me toward the main hall, she adds, “And, I must add that I have never seen a Scottish gentleman look better.”

We enter the hall and I swear there is a moment of silence as heads turn toward us. I catch Ruthann out of the corner tokat escort of my eye and she silently applauds.

I wink and then feel Mim moving us forward. We begin the introductions.

After forty minutes of champagne and light conversation, the Head of School makes a few remarks thanking everyone, especially the generous patrons of the Academy. She then instructs us to head to the ballroom attached to the original mansion.

As we are moving along with the crowd, with Mim easily resting her hand on my arm, a different hand slips under my other arm. I turn to see my friend Jennifer.

“My God, Mac, you are beyond handsome tonight.”

Mim peeks her head around and says, “Hell-o Jennifer. Nice to see you. Here with your husband?”

Hmm, I sense the beginning of a cat fight, or at least one feline marking her territory.

“Actually, Caroline and I are here together. The boys are off to Bermuda for golfing and whatever.”

I notice Caroline, another mutual friend from my married days, standing alongside of Jennifer.

“Too bad,” purrs Mim. “I understand the band is quite good.”

Not to be pushed aside, “Well, maybe Mac can find a spot on his dance card for an old friend.”

“Maybe,” replies Mim, “but I think it just may be full.”

“Well,” says Jennifer as she squeezes my bicep, “we’ll just have to see.” She and Caroline move off. I think Jennifer is wiggling her ass a bit as she moves in front of us.

“You can retract your claws now,” I say lightly.

Mim blushes then smiles. “That obvious?”

“No matter,” I say. “I do feel a bit flattered.”

“Why so?” she replies. “I do think your dance card may be full. I know I love to dance and I did promise Ruthann and Chrissy they each could have a turn or two. And, our dear Head of School whispered that she wouldn’t mind a spin around the floor. So, your friendly flirtatious friend may just be shite out of luck.”

I explode with her last statement and pat her hand resting on my forearm.

“I am your guest and am at your complete disposal.”

“Complete! Hmm.”

I leave that hanging as we enter the grand ballroom. There are round tables set along the perimeter and the middle left open for dancing. A five piece combo occupies one end of the room and is playing soft background music as we take our seats.

The table conversation is both spirited and entertaining. Each person contributes stories and observations. As the wait staff is clearing the dinner in preparation for dessert, a young woman rushes to our table and whispers into Mim’s ear. She nods and the young woman leaves.

“I’m afraid you must excuse me for a bit. Seems one of the girls in my dorm has taken sick. I’ll look in on her and see if she needs the nurse. Please enjoy yourselves and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

She turns to me and says softly, “Sorry, Mac. I’ll ask Ruthann and Chrissy to look after you. Save me a dance.”

Mim stands and quickly leaves the ballroom. My eyes trail her as her bottom moves seductively under the silk.

We enjoy dessert and the band picks up the pace and the dancing begins.

Chrissy and Ruthann approach me.

“How about a dance?” Chrissy asks.

We make our way into the crowd. There’s a slow ballad and I take the young blond in my arms.

She rests her head on my shoulder and we slowly move to the music. I am amazed at the womanly feel of her body. Her surprisingly full breasts press into me. She softly sighs and pushes into me. Our thighs rub and my hand rests on her muscled lower back.

The song ends and Chrissy whispers in my ear, “That was dreamy, Mac. Thanks.”

“Thank you,” I reply and lead her back to where Ruthann is waiting.

“Com’on, Mac,” calls Ruthann as she grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor as the band revs up.

“I doubt if I’m any good at this type of dancing,” I say.

“Hey, we’re a bunch of white folks. Nobody is good at dancing.”

The band makes its way through a couple covers of modern pop songs and then takes the tempo down with a slow tune.

“Now, this is something I can do,” I say to Ruthann.

“I hope so, ’cause I suck at real dancing. I noticed Chrissy was doing great.”

“It’s not hard.”

I slide my hand around her waist. She looks at me with doe eyes.

“Put your hand on my shoulder. I’ll guide you and just slide your feet along with me.”

She’s athletic enough to be able to control her body and we manage to get through the dance. She smiles broadly at the end.

“Thanks, Mac. That was cool. I think we actually danced.”

“We did, indeed. And no need for thanks. The pleasure is all mine.”

“Mac, you’re cool.” She hugs me. I felt her young body tight against mine, her small breasts pushing into my chest. Alarm bells started going off and I step back.

The band starts another slow tune. Ruthann looks at me and smiles. She comes into my arms and we dance. After a minute, she moves her body close to mine and entwines her arms behind my neck. Her body yozgat escort conforms to mine. I feel her breasts push into my chest, sense her nipples digging in, her legs brush my thighs and her groin rubs against me.

Although she is just a young girl, I am just a man. I feel my body begin to react. She must feel my growing reaction and pushes slightly harder into my crotch. She sighs softly into my ear.

I gently unclasp her hands from my neck. Stepping back, I smile at her.

“I need a break.”

She looks at me through half-closed eyes.

“This is so sweet, Mac. Do we hafta’ stop?”

I then nod and stroke her cheek.

“I need something cool to drink.”

“Yeah, me too,” she sighs understanding that whatever was starting to happen was not going to continue. “Let’s find Chrissy and get a drink.”

We see her friend at the bar. The girls get diet colas and I order a beer.

“Let’s go out on the terrace. I need to cool down,” says Ruthann.

The night is cool, but not cold. We stand looking at the cloudless sky with its endless band of stars.

“You guys looked totally together in that slow dance,” offers Chrissy.

“Mac, is smooth.”

“Amen!” says Chrissy.

I lift my beer and the girls clink their glasses.

“Mac, you really are the man,” Chrissy says.

“I guess you’d have to be to be in the sex ed class,” adds Ruthann.

After a silence, she asks. “What was it like standing there naked?””

“Ruthann,” hisses Chrissy, “that’s not a nice thing to ask.”

“Well, I don’t know. I mean I don’t think I could do that in front of a class of guys.”

I laugh. “Yeah, not something I do every day.”

“But you seemed relaxed,” says Chrissy.

“Funny, I think those dark glasses probably help us more than they do the audience. By not being able to see all the girls, you feel like you’re not on display. It sounds strange, but I never felt exposed.”

“Well, you were,” snorts Chrissy.

The three of us laugh.

“Anyway,” adds Ruthann, “you were the only guy who didn’t get, you know, like hard after it was over.”

“Disappointed?”

Ruthann chokes. “Shit, sorry, I mean I wasn’t implying…”

“I’m only teasing you, Ruthann.”

“Oh, yeah. But, Mac, when we were dancing, I think I felt something.”

My stomach flips.

“Sorry, Ruthann, I’m embarrassed. I didn’t mean for anything to happen.”

“Wow, like you got hard, Mac?” asks Chrissy.

“Not totally. That’s why I needed this break. Look, girls, I’m a guy and you are two beautiful young women. Sometimes, things happen. Don’t think I’m some old perv.”

They each snake an arm through mine.

“Mac, we don’t think that way, honest,” says Ruthann. “As far as I’m concerned, we never have to talk about it again.”

She kisses my cheek and Chrissy kisses the other. We look at the stars for a while.

“You know,” Ruthann says, “I never saw a guy naked before our class and certainly never saw a hard-on. It was totally weird seeing Robbie with an erection. I was shocked but also turned on a little.”

“Yeah, me, too,” says Chrissy. “I really liked feeling all those tight butts and then seeing the other guys hard. That was awesome.”

“So, Ruthann, I guess you learned something,” I ask. “How about you, Chrissy, also a first as far as seeing a naked guy or an erection?”

Chrissy remains silent, then softly says, “No, on both accounts.”

“Do tell, girl,” urges Ruthann.

“Well, my stepfather’s son, Jason, is my age. When mom and I moved in with them last summer, I thought it would be kinda’ weird. But, Jason is a decent guy and we hit it off. We like the same music and movies and started hanging out together. Our parents dug that and were happy we not causing them grief.

“Jason lives in a room over the garage. His father fixed up the space and put in a bathroom. Jason liked it because he said he could play his music loud, have friends over and mostly just have private space. At first, he never invited me up. I assumed he just wanted to keep it a special place. After a few weeks, however, I got curious and asked him about it. He said I could come up anytime. So, I started hanging out there. We would hang, watch TV or play video games. A lot of the time, we just chilled and enjoyed being together.’

Chrissy finishes her soda and sets the glass on the banister.

“Can we go in? I’m getting chilled,” she asks.

Reentering the building, Ruthann leads us to a small library. We each take a seat in worn leather chairs and Chrissy takes up her tale.

“One day I get home late from a friend’s house. My mom and stepdad are not around, so I go up to Jason’s. I hear the music blasting and knock on his door, but get no answer. I open it and find Jason dancing around his room—totally naked.

“I sorta’ freak. I don’t know what to do. He hasn’t seen me yet, so I’m thinking maybe I should just sneak back out. Just then, he turns and sees me. He’s still dancing and his dick is like flopping around zonguldak escort all over the place.

“He sees me and smiles. Not embarrassed or anything.”

“Hey, Chrissy, wanna’ dance?” he calls out.

“I figure what the fuck, oops, sorry, Mac. Anyway, I start dancing. Totally bizarre. After a while we are both tired and he turns the music down.”

“You’re a good dancer, Chrissy.”

“Thanks. You’re naked, Jason.”

“He smiles and asks if I want a Coke.”

“We’re sitting on his bed like this is perfectly normal. Jason says he likes being naked. He explained that’s why he was reluctant to invite me up to his room in the beginning. Then, he enjoyed hanging out with me, but he missed being able to be naked. He was going to tell me about it, but now that I was there, he doesn’t have to.

“After that, he was nude a lot of the times I went up there. He never tried to get me to take my clothes off, although he said I could if I wanted. And, he never tried to hit on me or anything. He just liked walking around bare-assed. After a few times, I got used to it. He has a nice body and I had never seen a naked boy before. One day I came up and he was in his bed reading and he had an erection.”

Chrissy looks at both of us and smiles. She is blushing and Ruthann gives her a sip from her glass.

“Anyway, he says hi like it’s nothing. I get a little annoyed.”

“Jason, you have a hard-on,” I said.

“Yeah. I’m reading some really neat erotic lit. Actually, I was just going to beat-off. Would that freak you out?”

“I shrugged and he took that as a no and began rubbing it. I just watched and in a few minutes he was exploding all over his stomach. He asks me to get him some toilet paper from his bathroom. I do and he cleans himself up.”

“I needed that,” he says.

“I ask him what he’s reading and he hands me a book by Anais Nin. I started reading and got turned on myself. She writes really neat erotic stuff. Anyway, from then on, Jason would continue to be nude, walk around with a hard-on and masturbate any time he felt like it. He said I could feel free to do the same, or not. I chose ‘or not’—well not with him anyway. The only thing I ever did was help him masturbate. It was neat but since I didn’t have any romantic feelings for him, it was just sorta’ an experiment. The good thing is I got pretty good at it, at least according to Jason.”

Ruthann pats her hand. “Wow, I never heard any of that.”

“Well, there never seemed to be a good time to bring it up. Tonight, I guess was a good time.”

“So, have you had any other times to practice this new skill,” asked Ruthann.

“Unfortunately, no,” says Chrissy. “Although after seeing the guys at our sex ed class, I was getting itchy palms.”

We share a good laugh and fall into silence.

After a few moments, Ruthann asks me, “Hey, did Ms. Collins ask you about helping with The Sirens?”

“Sirens? No, she didn’t mention anything about them. What do you use sirens for, emergency warning?”

Both girls giggle.

“What? Is there something wrong with them?”

They giggle some more and Ruthann says, “We should let Ms. Collins talk to you.”

I’m about to push the subject, when we’re interrupted.

“There you are. You naughty boy trying to hide from us.”

I look up to see Jennifer and Caroline entering the room.

“Ruthann and Chrissy,” she says, “why don’t you two girls run along and rejoin the rest of the people. We want to talk with Mac in private.”

I see the looks in the girl’s eyes and hope they don’t say what they obviously are thinking.

Ruthann pulls it together.

“Sure, Mrs. Condron,” she says. “We’ll leave you grown-ups alone.”

She and Chrissy leave.

“Mac, we’ve been looking all over for you,” purrs Jennifer.

“Well, you found me.”

Jennifer walks toward me and I notice she is slightly unsteady.

“Had a couple champagnes?”

“Jus’ a couple,” she giggles. Caroline covers her mouth and joins in the giggling.

“Was there something special you wanted, Jennifer?”

“As a matter of fact there is,” she says.

She pulls up a footstool in front of my chair and she and Caroline sit down.

“Actually, there are two things.”

Her words are definitely slurring.

I wait but she just sits there smiling.

“And, they would be what?”

The two women look at each other and giggle some more. It’s getting annoying.

“Well, they are related. You see, Mac, I was describing the sex ed class and how you were the star—the biggest star.”

Caroline blushes and looks away.

“Yes, I told her Mandy certainly was most likely not exaggerating when she told us what a great fuck you were.”

I stare at her.

“What?” she asks.

“Oh, come on, Mac. What do you think we girls talk about when you guys are out golfing or driving cars around in a circle? Huh?”

“I have no idea.”

“S-E-X,” she says. “Who’s getting it and who’s not. Which husband is a good screw. Which guys will go down on us and if they’re any good. Sex, Mac, that’s what we want to talk about.

“Mandy used to say you were the best fuck she’d ever had. And, that you could last for hours and had a great dick. We were all so jealous. Christ, Caroline and I have talked about it. Both our husbands are fat and fast.”

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I didn’t mean to, honest!

I just needed to use the john.

We were all at a backyard party, beer was flowing out of the little pony keg as cold as ice.

I guess I had my fair share.

My wife Katrina (they named a storm after her, I teased) is a redhead. I mean a REDHEAD, you know the type. Round wire frame glasses, piles of hair right out of the Farrah Fawcett days, she has a sway back and bubble butt like that Bardot actress.

Yep, freckles everywhere, the usual constant concern with skin problems that drives her crazy. Our bathroom cabinet has more lotions and creams than any department store but she has that sort of under control as long as she doesn’t wear any makeup.

Which she doesn’t, no need.

Add in the fact that Kat is nasty as it is possible to be in the bedroom and loves to tease outside of the bedroom, and I run around with a woodie about half the time. More than once I have walked into the bedroom after she has spent all day teasing me mercilessly, to find her spread-eagled on the bed, naked as a jaybird and flicking her bushy red beaver at me.

That is her way of hinting that she wants me to lick her tasty little button, which I do.

I can’t complain, with her pale nipples almost exactly the same color of her surrounding flesh she is one sight to behold.

Kat is well aware of the effect she has on men, so most of her tops are those skimpy criss-cross things, her boobs are always almost out.

At parties I have seen the guys bend into the damndest positions trying to catch a peek of an elusive nipple, but the funny part is even when she does let one peek it is so light colored they are just never sure.

So here we were, getting nicely drunk, the TV set tuned to the stock car race where the pros were busy running over each other at 180 mph.

Barry was plopped down on a lawn chair, his t-shirt slid up over his ample stomach. He was about three sheets to the wind and working on four, long since past trying to sneak a peek at any of the gals. His wife Mary had been running around in this yellow two piece bathing suit that we all waited for her to take a dip in the pool wearing. The thing vanished when it was wet and she pretended to not notice. Mary had a set of pussy lips to die for, her pink little button shoved out against the front of the tiny yellow triangle as if she was naked. But Mary was also flat chested, her top didn’t need to contain anything. Her nipples were long and poked out though, making dark circles under the thin cloth.

I never got used to her climbing out of the pool and walking over to plant one leg on each side of a lawn chair, then lean back.

She knew, all right. Barry seemed like he didn’t notice, either. But of course Barry spent lots of time “helping” Kat with things like carry stuff back and forth, he was always trying to sneak a peek down her top and she was always doing her best to help him catch one.

Well, until he got a few beers down, then he usually dozed off.

The other couple were Jenks and Sherry. How the name “Jenks” stuck I am not sure except his last name was Jenkins and his first name was Norman.

He kahramanmaraş escort hated the name Norman. Jenks was a little older, maybe 40 or so, the rest of us all early 30’s including Sherry.

Sherry was dark haired, big busted, big bottomed. One of those hourglass shaped types but just big. Not fat, round is the term.

Sherry always had on one piece suits designed to hide everything, kind of a shame considering how spectacular those puppies were.

The first few times Jenks and Sherry came by she looked at Mary a bit disapproving. Over time it was like she got used to it though. Jenks never did, his eyes were always darting this way and that.

Well, mine too I guess, Kat sometimes teased me and told me I had eyes like a lizard.

Yep, good parties, lots of fun, we all got a good show but that was it. There was never any hanky panky.

Just good parties, lots of beer, jokes, then the gals would bring on the grub.

But like I said when I started, I didn’t mean to.

Kat and Sherry were talking about their hair. It seems that Sherry had a few gray ones popping out.

Jenks and I were sitting watching Mary do her antics, Barry was fast asleep. Mary seemed to be in and out of the pool a lot more once Barry dozed off. Kat knew I was taking peeks and didn’t care, I don’t think.

I didn’t even notice when she and Sherry left, I was engrossed in the quarter inch of dark nipple that Mary had managed to let slip out of her top. Her suit had dried out so both Jenks and my attention had shifted upwards. Mary’s top was one of those loose kind that wandered around at the slightest motion, I must have seen her pointy nipples a hundred times. When the other gals were close by she would tug at the top periodically, but if they were out of sight she sometimes just let them slide out and stay there.

Then I needed to take a leak.

This get together was at our house, and off the pool deck we have a bathroom for guests. Our main bathroom is inside and down the hall, I didn’t even think, I just headed for it and opened the door.

There stood Kat, her hands on Sherry’s head. Sherry was leaning over the sink, water was running over her head, they were obviously rinsing her hair.

The top of Sherry’s one piece suit was pulled down to her waist, those big round boobies were dangling down, her nipples extended and soft looking.

I came to a stop, staring.

Kat turned to look at me, started to say something, then her expression changed to a grin.

She turned back to washing Sherry’s hair, with the water running she hadn’t heard me open the door.

I stood there for a solid two minutes, watching. Then her nipples firmed up, and started to extend. I even stepped closer to get a better look as Kat’s busy hands kept Sherry leaned forward over the sink.

Then Kat nodded her head towards the door, I beat a hasty retreat, back down the hall and used the guest bathroom.

It took me a bit, hard to pee with a woodie.

They came out several minutes later, Sherry was fluffing her hair which now had a slight reddish cast kastamonu escort to it.

“Well, what do you guys think?” she asked.

Jenks grinned and nodded, telling her he liked it.

Being a bit tipsy, I made a wisecrack.

“They are spectactular!” I told her. Sherry gave me an odd look, then flushed slightly.

Then she walked over and plopped down next to Mary’s chair. Mary was back in the pool, Jenks and I were sitting there waiting for the next act.

Kat wandered over to the pool, slipped her coverup off. I noticed she had changed to her green bikini, I wondered about that since the top is just a nipple cover and the bottoms are just a patch covering her front.

There isn’t a back, just a thin string.

Through the fog of the beer, I suddenly became alert. I looked at the one remaining chair, it was straight across from me. Jenks sat right beside me, Barry was softly snoring on the other side of him. Sherry sat right across from her husband, we were all so close that if we stretched our legs out, they would touch.

“How in the hell is Kat going to be able to sit down in that chair?” I wondered.

I looked over as she and Mary stroked side by side the length of our pool, then back. I watched as they climed up the steps in what seemed like slow motion, then slowly walked the 30 feet of so to where we sat.

“Anybody need a cold one?” Kat asked as Mary sat down, planted her feet on each side of the chair like usual.

Jenks held up his beer, so Kat gave me a wicked grin and headed over to the pony keg. This afforded us a spectacular view of her fanny, which looked to be completely naked exept for the string around her waist and the beginnings of the string heading down between her cheeks.

“Sweet Jesus!” Jenks muttered, loud enough for me to hear.

I stared after her, there was a white band across her ass where her regular bikini bottoms normally were.

Kat drew a glass, turned and began the slow walk back. She was like a damned model on a runway, all I could do was stare. I had a feeling we were being watched but both Sherry and Mary now had on sunglasses so I couldn’t tell.

I realized I had better readjust or my dick was going to run out the pants leg of the bathing suit I wore. God Kat looked…hot?

She stepped up to Jenks, leaning over and handed him the glass. I looked at her bikini top which gapped away about an inch and realized I was looking at a darker rosey colored nipple?

She had to have put some rouge or something on her nipples? What the hell?

Then she walked over, stepped over the lawn chair and sat down. She smiled that same wicked smile, reached down to the side and reclined the thing.

Jenks actually leaned forwards in his seat, I thought that was funny until I realized I had done the same. Kat pretended to ignore us, sitting there with her legs open blatantly.

The string did nothing to hide her, it ran up to the bottom of the tiny V, her lips protruded out both sides. Only her clit was covered, and if Kat moved or scooted at all, even that would not be…

I was then kayseri escort wondering where her red bush went?

Kat scooted down in her chair, the tiny bit of material bulged and moved. She sat there with her legs spread, her now swollen lips almost completely on display. Her hand dropped down and idly scratched at her side, tugging the string in the process, moving the cloth even more.

Then she reached up, untied the string at the top, rolling the bits of cloth down to just the tops of her nipples. Her eyes closed, she started to doze. The top soon slipped off her breasts, she seemed to not notice.

There was dead silence except for the TV.

Jenks finally turned to look at me.

“Kat is sure beautiful!”

“Yes, I know.”

“All of our gals are beautiful!” He added.

I looked at Sherry, her face was flushed.

“I wish I wasn’t so fat!” Sherry suddenly exclaimed.

“You aren’t fat!” Jenks and I responded, almost in unison.

“Besides, you have gorgeous breasts!” Jenks told her.

“I do?”

“Yes,” I responded quickly.

“No reason to hide such a fine pair.”

“How do you know?” she looked at me pointedly.

I took a chance.

“I saw them…by accident..in the bathroom.”

“Oh. I thought I heard something. How much did you see?” She was smiling at me.

“Just a glimpse.” I lied.

“Longer than that. I heard you.”

She looked over at Mary and Kat, who was now awake. Kat glanced down at her bare chest, looked back up at me staring. Her eyes had a smokey look to them.

“Honey?” she looked at Jenks.

“Can I? Do you mind?”

“No, sure. Be as comfortable as you wish.”, He told her, his voice suddenly soft.

Sherry reached up and slid her arms out of first one strap, then the other. She held the top to herself for a moment, looking at me. Then she stood up, dropped the top down.

I was right, they were spectacular, standing firm and upright, her big black nipples the size of silver dollars.

“Oh, why not?” At that she slid the suit down her hips and stepped out of it. Her face and her cheeks flushed pink, then she sat down, completely nude. She kept her legs together but that helped just a little.

Sherry was fully shaven, her vagina curved softly to a small peek of flesh flaring out right at her opening. Her clit was swollen and excited, peeking out barely.

“I am going to do it!” She said to herself but I heard her.

With that, she put her legs outside the chair, leaned back. This brought her to full exposure, she even opened her lags more than required.

Jenks and I both just sat there, we were almost in shock.

Mary was watching with interest.

“Oh, the hell with it.”

She reached down and tugged the tie at her side, pulled her bottoms off, then untied the top setting both aside.

Jenks and I sat there with the best show in town.

After a few minutes, Kat looked at me and grinned, by now her suit lay on the floor beside her, too.

“Well, guys?”

“Well, what?”

“Are you going to join us?”

I looked at Jenks, he shrugged. We both stood up and dropped our suits, no point in trying to hide my solid erection. Jenks had the exact same concern.

“What about Barry?” I asked as I sat down, making no effort to hide my 6″ prong pointing straight up.

“The hell with him.” Mary said with a grin.

“We will tell him about it later, maybe he will learn to not drink so much.”

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