Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was supposed to be a business meeting. He had flown in from Australia to meet with her publisher. She was merely a junior assistant, first reader of the slush pile, but she had passed his manuscript on to the higher-ups, so he guessed he owed her one.

They met at the Stephen F. Austin hotel, a quiet cocktail bar, two strangers who had only spoken by E-mail and phone, but somehow he knew this would be a special night.

Beth stepped silently into the bar, almost catlike, her feet seeming not to touch the ground as she wafted across the floor toward him smiling.

“Peter Mitchell?” she inquired, and he smiled back. “Your description was accurate, and it is nice to see that the real you matches the picture on your web site,” she continued. “So many people post their ideal, not their reality.” She laughed, moving to his side, and slipping onto the bar stool next to him. “Welcome to Texas.”

Peter instantly felt himself enveloped by her perfume. “You must be Beth.” He held out his hand, but she ignored it and softly kissed his cheek.

“In Texas,” Beth said with a sultry look, “a woman kisses her welcome and introduction.”

She was wearing a black lace blouse and a long red velvet skirt. He found himself wondering what lay beneath it….

#

After that initial chaste kiss, she leaned back on her stool. God, I hope that wasn’t too forward. “We are still part of the South, y’know.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him with a teasing smile. “I am so glad that you could meet me tonight. I have been reading the new manuscripts you sent me, and they are brilliant work.”

Peter grinned. “They aren’t that good, but thanks for thinking so. Can I get you something?”

Beth turned to the bartender. “Amaretto sour, please.” She took the drink with a nod, and lifted the decorative cherry out of the glass. She twirled the stem idly between her fingers. “I just had to meet someone who could create such powerful characters, and such compelling plots.”

Peter’s eyes were drawn to the twisting cherry stem. “You write a pretty good line yourself. I liked the poetry you sent me.”

Beth slipped the fruit into her mouth and sucked the amaretto from it. Slowly, she pulled the stem loose and bit the cherry in half. All the while, her eyes were locked with his. She knew what she was doing, but she couldn’t believe her audacity. This was the first time she had ever deliberately set out to seduce a man before, but this man…his words had touched her soul so deeply that she felt like he had read her very thoughts. She wanted him to fulfill the promise his words had made to her. Damn, I wish I could do that little knot thing with the stem Bakırköy travesti like Amy can…but I do know a few other ways to use my tongue….

Peter chuckled. “What are you thinking just now?”

“Why?” she asked, startled out of her reverie.

“Because your cheeks are filling with the most extraordinary color.” He lifted the back of his hand and brushed it across her cheek. The touch left a fire trail across her face, and she felt the warmth spread all the way down to her groin.

She wished she had left another button undone on the blouse. How can I show him what I want without making a fool of myself?

#

As Peter sat talking with Beth, he was overwhelmed by her beauty. He blushed slightly as she toyed seductively with the cherry from her amaretto sour. Her hands appeared so delicate, her figures so long and sensual. He wished he were that cherry.

But now, as he chatted on with her, breathing in the scent of her perfume, seeing his face reflected in her eyes, he felt a tightening in his loins. A dull ache. He was reminded of the famous line from actress Mae West—”Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?” He shuffled nervously on the bar stool, reached into his pocket and casually adjusted his erection, hoping Beth would not notice.

As he looked at her again, he saw a cheeky glint in her eye, and knew that his attempt at playing a quick game of pocket billiards had not gone unseen.

His hand still felt the glow of her cheek. Why he had brushed it against her was beyond him. Yet he had, and had done so almost without thinking. It had just seemed like a natural reaction.

Peter gazed at this goddess sitting so close to him. He wished she had undone another button on her blouse, and hoped she could not read his thoughts. He was tempted to reach out and unbutton it himself, for the hint of cleavage Beth displayed had become an utter distraction

#

“I’ll just be a minute…unless you want to join me?” His invitation lingered in the air between them, and Beth felt her heart race.

“I’ll…just wait here…”

Peter stepped into the bathroom and shut the door.

Beth stepped to the bed and sat on the edge of it. It was hard, yet yielding. She closed her eyes as she ran her hands along the spread and imagined lying back on that surface, and looking up as Peter knelt over her. She bit her lip. What am I doing here? She chuckled throatily to herself…just taking a little of Mama’s advice and “going for it.” She always did tell me to pursue my dreams…and Peter Marshall is all I’ve dreamed about for weeks.

She opened her eyes and saw his jacket on Beylikdüzü travesti the bed beside her. Sweeping it up, Beth cradled it to her breasts, taking a deep whiff of the scent of him.

Coming to a quick decision, she slipped the last buttons of her blouse undone and dropped it on the bed, then reached behind her and unzipped the velvet skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She took a deep breath. No turning back now. “Just do it!” she whispered, biting her lip again.

The knob twisted beneath her hand, and she pushed the door open a crack. A wave of steam billowed out at her. It caressed her bare skin like a lover’s kiss, and she shivered. Then she slipped inside the bathroom and closed the door softly. The water roared in the shower, and she felt her nipples tighten in anticipation. Silently, she stepped forward and pulled back the rear of the shower curtain.

Beth felt her heart pounding so fiercely in her breast that the world went a little gray around the edges. She saw his stare drift down, and freeze at her crotch. She grinned a little, catching her lip between her teeth, and then let the grin widen impishly as she slid her hand down her own thigh.

Peter stared back at her with an obvious interest that centered in the long, hard length of him. She panted, stepping toward him and feeling the hot beads of the shower caress her every pore. The sensual caress of the water took her back to their first lovemaking experience on the deck of the sunken ship.

“Welcome to Texas, Peter,” she whispered huskily, her voice so thick with desire she could hardly force it from her throat. “And welcome to me….”

Peter held out his arms, and she stepped into the circle of them, tilting her head up to meet his lowering kiss. She could feel the iron tension of his cock pressing into her belly, and she rolled her hips lightly against it. He chuckled, the sound deepening into a growl as he laid claim to her lips. His mouth moved hungrily on hers, his tongue demanding entrance into her throat. She opened her lips willingly, greedily feeding upon his tongue as it explored her mouth, and then, tightening her arms about his neck, pulling his head still closer and probing back with her own tongue.

His arms tightened about her waist, and then she felt herself being lifted from the bottom of the tub. He placed his hands beneath her buttocks, and she arched upward.

Peter used his sensual fingers to reach underneath her and part the lips of her slit. She pulled her head back long enough to whisper. “Oh, yes, baby. Please. Please….” And then attacked his lips with increased fervor.

He raised her a little further, Bomonti travesti and then eased her down onto the hot, throbbing tip of his rigid penis. She sighed, arching backward to better the angle as it slid slowly into the core of her. Deeper…and deeper…until she wanted to scream with the intensity of it. He teased her deliberately, drawing out the penetration for as long as he possibly could, but when at last she felt the ridge of her pelvis meet his she could feel the tip of him resting deep inside her. Her body tightened around him automatically, and he groaned.

Locking her feet behind his waist, Beth slowly rotated her pelvis, feeling the shaft within her respond like a well-oiled gearshift. The water continued to pour down around them, blissfully warm, and it danced upon her breasts, toying with her taut nipples.

Carefully, she began to work herself up and down on the length of him. He filled her like the cork of a wine bottle, plugging her as if he were made for the task. The friction was heavenly torture, and she arched her back as he leaned back slightly to counterbalance her movements. She could feel a building tension. Suddenly, she could feel the crescendo building to a head, and she whimpered low in her throat.

“Go ahead and scream if you want to…no one will hear you,” Peter urged, and thrust forward an extra fraction.

It was her undoing and scream she did. Long, incoherent babbling praises. She bucked against him, and he laughed.

“Careful, love, you’ll spill us to the floor!”

But she didn’t care…her mind was locked in red-hot flames. She pulled herself down as tightly as she could on the miracle of him, and ground her hips into his pelvis one more time.

He bit the side of her throat lightly with his teeth, suckling the flesh like a newborn kitten, and she felt him stiffen beneath her. “Your turn,” she growled in his ear, nipping at the lobe as she redoubled her assault on his cock.

She felt him gulp, and then begin to thrust within her. She rode his thrusts, feeling the energy building again. After so long a starvation, she was not yet satisfied. As his strokes became faster and more urgent, she panted encouragement. “C’mon, baby. C’mon. Do it for me, come on…come on!”

Her panting grew louder and louder, as the scream gathered once more in her throat, but this time, she was not alone. He cried out with her. She felt him give one final jerk and thrust forward, and then she felt the hot spurting jets of his seed filling her like molten lead. He pinned her against the tile of the shower stall, crushing her mouth beneath his own, forcing his tongue deep into her throat once more, and kissing her hard.

She felt tears mixing with the hot water now…water beginning finally to cool, as if realizing that its purpose had been served. He crushed her to him, returning her kisses with equal passion.

“And that’s how we say ‘Hello’ in Texas,” she purred in his ear.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

John Hanley had it made. At 35, he had just become the youngest senior executive in his company’s history. His salary was guaranteed to be in the six figure range, and with bonuses, he could easily take home half a million this year.

Home life was equally as good. His wife of ten years, Linda, was incredibly supportive of his heavy work load. She understood every time he had to work late or cancel a social event because of a meeting. She carried the load when it came to the care of their three children, making sure that everything looked after around the home.

At 5’ 8” and 115 lbs., Linda had managed to stay in great shape after the children were born. It helped having a work out room in the house. John had kept their home gym equipped with the latest fitness tools, and even covered the cost of a personal trainer who came to the house twice a week to keep Linda on schedule.

Yes, John Hanley had it made. And he knew it. After all, he had grown up with very little, raised in a single parent home by his mom after his dad had run off with another woman. John and his two sisters shared a room right up until he had turned fourteen. His mom struggled along, pulling in minimum wage as a waitress as a local greasy spoon, putting all of her money into raising her children. She loved them more than anything in the world, and she sacrificed herself in order to better the kids.

John could remember the years on welfare, when they would live on Kraft Dinner and hotdogs. His mom would do her best to make birthdays and Christmas special events, and would usually go into debt making sure there were at least a few presents to celebrate with.

During his teen years, John found himself continually getting into trouble with the law. Fights and petty crimes would earn him a trip in the back of a squad car and a lecture from his mom. Neighbors started to whisper about him, telling each other that it wouldn’t be long before he would find himself doing major time.

The event that probably had the most significant impact on changing John’s life was his high school senior year English class. The teacher was an older man by the name of David Sherbrooke. Mr. Sherbrooke was a year or two away from retirement the year John took his class. For some reason, teacher and student hit it off, and John found himself spending a lot of his free time with Mr. Sherbrooke.

David Sherbrooke would take John boating on the weekends, setting sail soon after last class on Friday, and spending the entire weekend on the water. They would spend the time talking about life, Mr. Sherbrooke sharing his experiences with the young boy.

It was on one of those boating weekends that David Sherbrooke challenged John with his future. He pushed the young man to get focused, to use his brain, to settle for nothing less than excellence. And young John soaked in the motivating speech. If Mr. Sherbrooke believed in him, then, damn it all, he would believe in himself. He could do something with his life. Work hard, make a lot of money, provide for his mom and sisters, and enjoy everything he didn’t have growing up.

John finished his final year with the best marks he had ever received. He headed off to University the following year, working part-time to pay for his studies. It was hard, and he had to keep his focus on school work instead of socializing, but it finally paid off. He graduated with honors and found himself with a great job before school was even done.

He and Linda met about three weeks after he started his job. She was a secretary for one of the top executives and John worked as an assistant to a guy who was under her boss. John would deliver paperwork to Linda on a daily basis, and would always joke around with her. He finally got up the nerve to ask her out, and they hit it off immediately. They were married within six months of their first date, and had never looked back.

John was happy. He had absolutely no complaints about anything in his life. And he knew it.

As he headed home late Friday afternoon, he found himself thinking back over the years. And he smiled. He reached down and turned up the radio, letting the dance music blast, and began to sing along. The traffic was light tonight, and he would be home in about twenty minutes. He and Linda were going to take in the newest Tom Hanks movie tonight, and then head over to a club for a few drinks.

The black BMW pulled into the driveway and pulled to a stop beside the candy apple blue Harley-Davidson Fatboy. John jumped out of the vehicle and headed up the driveway and into the house.

“Hey baby! Come to daddy!” He yelled, expecting Linda to come around the corner to greet him like she did most nights. But no greeting came. He listened quietly for a minute, and could hear movement in the living room.

“Babe?” he called out in the direction of the room, “You home?”

Her voice was soft and sad. “Hey, John. I’m in here.”

John slowly made his way down the hallway and into the living room. Linda Erenköy travesti was sitting on the couch, the cordless phone beside her. She had been crying for some time, and was wiping her puffy eyes dry.

“What’s going on?” John asked, the concern very obvious in his voice.

“Adam left Tammy.” She said matter-of-factly.

“What?” John replied in disbelief.

Adam was Linda’s baby brother. They were only two years apart, and had always been very close. They grew up hanging around the same friends, and always enjoyed each other’s company. Unlike most siblings, they loved to be together, and even found that they usually dated each other’s friends. In fact, Tammy had been one of Linda’s best friends since grade school, and they were the maid of honor in each other’s wedding.

“Why?” John said, still in shock.

Linda looked up at her husband and whispered, “Tammy was having an affair, and Adam found out. He walked in on her and some asshole. They were actually doing it in the house! I mean, she was fucking some prick in her own bed!”

John was lost for words. He immediately had a visual of Tammy in bed with this stranger. He pictured her riding his cock, her naked body bouncing up and down on his manhood. He could envision Adam walking in and seeing his tender wife riding another man as they fucked on his own bed.

Tammy was an incredible looking woman. In fact, her nickname was Barbie because of her long blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, and incredible figure. She was always focused on her appearance and was the greatest influence on Linda for keeping in shape and looking sexy.

John always considered Tammy a real flirt. Many times she would make subtle comments to John about the two of them, but John always laughed it off. She loved to cuddle, and would often greet John with a very close hug, her breasts pushing up hard against his chest.

He enjoyed the flirting, and even found himself fantasizing about her from time to time. It was hard not to wonder what it would be like to fuck her. Especially when the four of them went swimming together. John would find himself doing what every other guy at the beach was doing, staring at Tammy’s very tight ass and incredibly firm tits.

A few times he would even pretend it was Tammy he was fucking when he and Linda were having sex. He would pump his wife from behind, her ass equally as tight as his sister-in-law, but in his mind, it would be Tammy’s ass he was pumping.

He would often feel guilty about his fantasies. After all, his wife was a great looking women in her own right. Just as guys would drool over Tammy, they would also scan up and down Linda’s body. He could sense pricks growing every time his wife and Tammy walked along the water. It turned him on knowing that she was his, and every guy envied him for having her. And yet, sometimes he thought about Tammy.

But how could Tammy cheat on Adam? John immediately wondered how innocent her flirting had been with him. Could she have been serious when she would tease him about how he looked? He thought about the last time the four of them had been together. They had gone away for the weekend on the motorcycles, cruising through the mountains.

As they had pulled up to the hotel on the second night, Tammy had walked by John and took him by the arm and whispered in his ear, “Too bad they are brother and sister. After all that vibration, I’m in the mood for a little swapping, you know, me and you in a room together. What would we do?”

John had smiled back and simply said, “I’ve always wanted to do Barbie, maybe we should send them out to a movie.”

“Hmmm.” Tammy replied, kissing him gently on the cheek before walking over towards Adam.

She said things like that to him all the time. But she was just kidding, wasn’t she? All of a sudden, John wasn’t so sure. He began to wonder if she had been serious about fooling around with him. What would it have been liked to sleep with her? To feel her breasts and to eat her pussy?

John tried to focus in on his wife, who was clearly upset at the entire situation. He moved over and sat down beside her, wrapping his arms around her as she started to cry again. He held her, not saying anything, trying his best to keep his mind from going in the direction it wanted to go. Trying to do his best not to think of Tammy.

Linda gave Adam a call and invited him for supper. They decided to cancel their evening out and spend it focusing on Adam and how they could help him through this difficult time. It was hard to know what to do. After all, Linda and Tammy had been friends forever. And while she had no hesitation in supporting her brother, she still cared for Tammy and wanted to see how she was doing.

Adam arrived and they sat down to eat. During the meal, Adam retold the story of walking in on his wife and the stranger. John listened intently, but found his mind focusing on what it would have been like to see Tammy and the other man fucking. What would Beşiktaş travesti it have been like to be the other man? He simply could not stop thinking about Tammy in a sexual way.

After dinner, they moved into the den to talk over a drink. Adam was doing okay, despite the feelings of betrayal and anger. “You know,” he said, taking the rum and coke from his sister, “I’d take her back in a minute if she just says sorry. If she promised to work it out and make things right, I’d forgive her.” He looked down at his drink and sighed.

“Really?” Linda asked, staring at her brother. “You’d forgive her? That’s amazing, bro. I mean, I knew you were a loving kind of brother, but forgive her for cheating on you? I don’t know if I could do that. I mean,” Linda looked over at John, “if John ever screwed around on me, I don’t think I could ever forgive him.”

“Remember that, pal.” Adam said, winking at John.

John was picturing Tammy naked. He was imagining her standing in front of him, smiling seductively, inviting him to come to her. Her breasts pointed out firm from her chest. Her nipples were erect, pointing out from quarter-size brown circles. Her long straight blond hair fell down over them, and while the one hand was motioning him to come, the other was at her face, a finger slowly moving over her bright red lips; lips so full and shiny, so perfect for sucking his cock … “Earth to John! Come in John!”

John jumped slightly as he looked over at his wife who was pretending she was speaking into a headset. “Huh?” he said, realizing that he was not paying attention at all to the conversation at hand.

“I said,” Linda smiled, her eyes rolling, “that if I caught you cheating on me, I’d kill the bitch and then castrate you. So, you better make sure she’s worth it before you fool around on me.”

John smiled, trying to act normal, “Fool around on you? The way you keep me busy in bed? I’d be a disappointment to any other woman, you keep me so satisfied that I have no energy to consider another woman.”

John caught himself as soon as the words came out. He looked over at Adam and sheepishly said, “Not that Tammy wasn’t satisfied with you. I mean …”

“Hey, stop before you have to put both feet in, man! Don’t worry about it. I can’t believe it was about her not being satisfied. To be honest, we have a great sex life, I mean, we do it all the time, everywhere, even some kinky stuff …”

This time it was Linda who interrupted, “Hey boys, with all respect, I don’t really feel like listening to my brother brag to my husband about how much he fucks my best friend. I mean, way, way too much information there!”

They all laughed as John got up and poured another round.

The conversation changed to other things, and they found themselves enjoying each other’s company for the evening. Near midnight, Adam got up to leave, hugging his sister and John as he started for the door.

As he put on his shoes, he turned and said, “Can I ask you guys a favor?”

Both John and Linda responded together, “Of course, anything.”

“Talk to her. Find out what’s going on with her. I mean, if she’s truly sorry and wants to work it out, I’m willing to do it. I just need to know why. Does she love this guy? She says he was just someone she met, and that she doesn’t love him, but I need to know for sure.”

Linda hesitated for a minute, “I don’t know if I can talk with her yet. I mean, it’s so soon. I’m still so mad at her.”

Adam looked at John. “Why don’t you talk with her. I mean, she might be more comfortable talking to you about it since you’re not my sister and all.”

“Good observation there, Adam, I’m not your sister.” John said, smacking Adam in the shoulder. John found himself having to control his breathing as he said, “I’d be happy to try and talk to her. I’ll give her a shout tomorrow and try to arrange to have coffee with her. We’ll work this out buddy.”

Adam hugged them both again and then left. John and Linda stood and watched her brother walk down the driveway and get into his car. Linda sighed, “Poor Adam.”

She closed the door and turned towards John and slid into his arms. He held her tight and kissed her forehead. She sighed again and whispered, “I love you John. I’m so glad you are mine.”

“I love you too,” John replied, holding his wife tighter. His mind began to drift again to Tammy, but he fought to focus on the woman in his arms.

The next morning, John picked up the phone and dialed the number that Adam had left for him. He waited it rang a few times. After five rings, he started to move the phone away from his ear, when he suddenly heard Tammy’s familiar voice. “Hello?”

He paused for a second, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of her, then said, “Hey Tam! It’s John here. How you doing, kid?”

The phone was silent for a minute. John waited, letting Tammy settle. He could tell his call was unexpected, and he didn’t want her to feel tense, so he waited. Finally she answered, Avcılar travesti “Hey John. I’m okay I guess. Of course you family thinks I’m a slut from hell, but other than that.”

John tried to sound reassuring, “Nobody thinks that, Tam. Honest. Listen, I’d like to see you. To talk. To help. How about letting me buy you a coffee?”

Once again, John waited out Tammy’s silence. “I guess so, John. But why don’t you come here. I’m staying at the Best Western for a few nights until I sort things out. We can have a drink here in the room and talk in private. I don’t want to get emotional in public, okay?”

“Sure, I’ll be there at one o’clock this afternoon. See you then, Tam.”

“Okay.”

John hung up and sat quietly for a few minutes. His mind drifted back to his dreams from last night. He had found himself thinking of his sister-in-law all night long. They went from one sexual act to another, their passion was intense and unending. They had behaved like animals, doing perverted and filthy things with each other. They talked dirty, their words filled with coarse descriptions of the things they were doing.

He had woken up with a jolt around five in the morning. He was covered with sweat, and his breathing was quick. Linda was sound asleep, turned with her back to him, completely unaware of what had been going on in his head.

He suddenly realized that his underwear was wet. He reached down and felt the sticky goo in his shorts, and was surprised to discover that he had cum during his dream. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a wet dream, but here he was, laying beside his wife, his shorts covered in his own cum as a result of a dream about fucking his sister-in-law.

Quietly he had climbed out of bed and cleaned up, washing out the underwear and putting on a fresh pair, before getting back into bed. He couldn’t fall back asleep, and so found himself just laying there until the sun came up.

Once again, Linda interrupted his thoughts. “Did you get a hold of her?” She asked, walking into the room.

“Yeah,” John said, nodding in her direction, “I’m going to meet her this afternoon.”

“Where?”

“Oh, at a coffee shop just down the street from where she’s staying.” John told the lie without thinking about it. It wasn’t like he had thought anything about meeting with Tammy in the hotel room, but when it came to telling his wife that he would see her there, he just lied.

Linda straightened out a cushion on the couch. “I’m glad she’s willing to see you. I have that ladies thing I have to go to, so I wont be home until late tonight, but I’ll be very interested to hear what she has to say.”

“Yeah, me too, babe.” John said, standing up and kissing his wife.

Linda left about an hour before John, jumping in the BMW and heading down the street. John peeked out the window and watched her drive away, continuing to stare long after she was out of sight.

He headed back upstairs to get ready to meet Tammy. He was wearing his typical Saturday clothes, jeans and a t-shirt. But he found himself reaching for his cologne and rinsing his mouth with mouth wash. He couldn’t believe how nervous he was becoming at the thought of seeing Tammy.

“C’mon, John!” He said out loud, “Knock it off. You’re going there to try and put her marriage back together. Fucking her wont help the situation. Besides, she’s not interested. She made a mistake, and the last thing she’ll be thinking about is doing it again.”

Yet, the more he tried to convince himself that nothing was going to happen, the more nervous he became. Finally he grabbed his helmet and headed outside, jumping on the Harley, figuring a short drive would clear his head before he met up with Tammy.

He pulled up to the hotel and parked his bike, dropping his helmet over the mirror. John nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he walked through the main doors of the Best Western and over to the elevators. His hands were sweaty as he pressed the button for Tammy’s floor, and he held his breath in a vain attempt to settle his nerves as the elevator climbed to the correct floor.

John paused outside the door to her room. He took another deep breath and reminded himself to stay focused. He was there to try and act as a mediator between Tammy and his wife’s brother.

He knocked softly and could hear movement on the other side of the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and Tammy smiled at him.

He took in her beauty once again. After fantasizing about her all night, he was caught off guard at seeing her in the flesh. Her hair was up in a ponytail, revealing her long, slender neck. She was wearing a cut-off shirt, exposing her belly. It held tight to her chest, her breasts pushing out from the material, clearly revealing that she was not wearing a bra. Her jeans were skin tight, wrapping down her long legs, showing off her very muscular figure.

She looked at him through piercing baby blue eyes, that jumped with energy and life. “Hey John,” she said, smiling through full lips, covered in deep red lipstick. “I’m glad you came.”

John took in a deep breath and his sense filled with her sweet perfume. The powerful aroma drew him, causing his heart to race even faster. “Me too,” was all he could think of saying.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

*All characters are of legal age during any described intercourse, everything is fiction and if you don’t like it don’t read it. This story is written by me and cannot be used by any other person or website or company without my express permission.

**This is only the second story I have written and I am no writer in the first place so please excuse the crappy writing and misspellings and all that, please don’t be too harsh and constructive criticism and ideas are always welcome. I plan to write more chapters in this story when I have time.

I just got the worse news I could probably get in my current situation; I was fresh out of high school, still 18 for another few months, fairly tall at 6 foot, athletically built but not all big muscle type that came from playing tennis and baseball, short brown hair, light hazel eyes that turn a bright bluish green when I am happy, a light green brown when I am sad, and dark brown when I am pissed. I was just another jock with a brain other than the eyes that acted like a fucking mood ring that is. I had just drove 1800 miles from Texas to get to my dream college on the west coast just to find out that the guy that did the paper work for my full scholarship didn’t get the paper work over to the housing department for my room and they didn’t have any rooms left so I was basically shit out of luck. You can guess what color my eyes were when I came crashing through the doors into the court yard yelling out a loud “FUCK!!!” and not caring who around me outside heard or that some of them were not staring at me like I was a freak now. In case you haven’t figured it out, my eyes were dark dark brown.

Just then my phone rang, at first I was annoyed but after fishing it out of my front pocket I saw that it was my Mom calling,”Good, someone to vent to”I said to myself while pressing the send button. “Hey Mom,” I said while I walked over to sit on a empty bench under a shade tree a few feet off.

“Drew! Did you get into your dorm room yet, have you met your roommate yet,” my Mom rattled off quickly with the excitement evident in her voice.

“No Mom, something got screwed up with the paper work and they didn’t have me down for a room and they are all out of rooms.”

“Wait, What, where are you suppose to stay then,” she said loudly enough that I had to move the phone away from my ear.

“I don’t know yet Mom, they said that they can deposit the money for the room and board part of the scholarship into my account to pay for off campus housing but that can take anywhere from a week to a month or more for that to happen they said.”

“Oh honey I am so sorry, how about I wire you the money for a hotel and you can stay in that until the money comes through,” she said.

“What no Mom, you’re not going to pay for a hotel room for me, we don’t know how long it will take to get the money back. Plus I don’t want you having to work double shifts just to pay for it, I know money has been tight and you have worked hard to keep a roof over our heads and pay for my tennis lessons these last few years since Dad died but I can handle this on my own.”

“Well what about UT, can you still take their scholarship to play tennis or baseball, they were both full rides to you know and then you wouldn’t need to pay for a dorm since you can just move back in.”

“No Mom I don’t think I can still get the UT athletic scholarships this late, plus we talked about this already, I wanted to come here for the better degree plan they have here, that’s why I worked so hard on my grades so I could get the academic one to here.”

“Ok I understand but where are you going to stay until the money comes through,” she asked with a worried voice.

“Well I don’t want to waste the money I have saved up on a hotel and that would only last a week tops anyway, so unless I find a job faster than planned I will probably just sleep in my car and take showers at the gym and laundry at a mat both on campus. Either that or I could find a camp ground and pitch a tent; I have my camping gear with me.”

“Are you sure honey, I don’t really like the thought of you sleeping in your car or a camp ground.”

“Mom it’s not like I haven’t before, I spent whole summers living out of a tent at the lake before remember, so really it’s no big deal.”

“Ok honey, if you insist, call me later tonight once you have figured something out, love you.” She said sounding defeated and a little scared at the same time.

“Bye Mom, love you to,” I said while hanging up the phone and putting it back in my pocket. My mother had always supported me and we were close enough to be considered good friends and not just a mother to me but sometimes she let her motherly worrying war with her resolve to let me grow up and be on my own for awhile. She had done pretty well with me leaving for college so far away, of course she hoped I would of stayed local and with the UT but that isn’t what I wanted. I wanted to come to the school with the best people teaching in the field I wanted to go into Ataköy travesti and it didn’t hurt that the school was a short drive to the beach in warm Cali either. But my Mom supported my decision and only every now and then would let slip a comment about going to UT.

I was so lost in thought about what I was going to do when I almost jumped a full foot off the bench when someone beside me spoke to me, “Sorry about your bad luck,” a sweet voice said.

Looking over next to me I noticed a beautiful long haired brunette sitting right next to me but with her legs off the other side of the bench, how the hell did I not notice her sit down, “God you scared me, I didn’t realize anyone was sitting down here,” I said.

Laughing she said, “its ok I was kind of being sneaky about it, I was snooping on your call and then you just looked so sad that I had to come sit down”

“Oh yeah well it’s just my luck, drive halfway across the country to get to a school that can’t do their paper work right which leaves me without a dorm room and nowhere to sleep.”

“Sometimes these things happen, you just have to hope that another door opens somewhere else,” she said sweetly.

Here optimisum gave me a good boost and I resolved myself to not letting it get me down, I would just go with the flow and something good would happen if not oh well what can you do. Laughing I said looking back up at her, “You know you’re right, I’ll just pick my head up and just let life come at me fast and hope another door opens before I slam into another closed one.”

She giggled at that and I saw a flash of amazement in her face for a second, “You’re already seem to be happier, I can tell.”

“Yea my eyes always give my moods away, it’s a blessing and a curse at the same time.”

“Oh well I like them, they are almost like a mood ring or something.” She said.

“Yeah that’s what every says,”

She smiled at me for a few moments before she said, “Normally I wouldn’t offer this let alone to a freshman but my sorority has a spot open for a hired hand, we usually pick the new one after the first few weeks of school but you can fill in until we pick one if it’s not you we pick anyway.”

“I don’t know is this some kind of maid type job,” I asked with a worried look on my face.

Laughing she said, “Not totally, yes you might have clean up some stuff here and there after parties or other functions but we have a maid staff that comes through once a week to do the major cleaning. You would just be like our handy man and act as a security guard if needed if a guy breaks one of the rules of the house and wont leave, you have to do our laundry and I hope you know how to cook because you will be doing the dinner cooking and putting out breakfast stuff in the mornings and do all the grocery shopping but that’s about it. You get paid and you get a small room in the back of the house on the first floor so it solves your problem you are having right now.”

“My Momma always said if it’s too good to be true it probably was, what’s the catch,” I asked.

“No catch really, at least not one you would probably mind,” she said with a naughty looking grin, “Come on, how bad can it be, you get to live in a house with 20 or so gorgeous women.”

Smiling at the thought of living with that many hot girls I nodded, “Ok I guess I can give it a shot, can’t be any worse than living out of a tent for the next few weeks.”

“Good, now come on, lets go get you approved by the rest of the girls and I will tell you more about the gig after,” she said turning around on the bench with a smile on her face as she grabbed my hand pulling me up off the bench. “By the way my name is Sasha,” she said turning her face to me as she grabbed a hold of my arm while we walked down the side walk.

“Drew,” I replied back.

“Nice to meet you Drew, we are going to have so much fun,” she said giggling while picking up the speed of our walk.

It was about a 10 minute walk to her sorority house, we chatted like we were old friends, she told me about a few things going on campus and a few gossip stories, she asked a few questions about me which I answered honestly, she explained more about her sorority and how she ended up joining it. Talking with her wasn’t rushed or awkward at all, it was like we had always known each other, usually I might have trouble talking this freely with a beautiful women like her that I just met but we were so lost in conversation that I didn’t even realize we had already arrived at our destination.

The sorority house was huge, it was a two story house that took up almost 3 of the normal sized lots the other houses on Greek row sat on. It was a older style house like it had been built in the early 20th century but was well kept, it looked to have 20 something windows on each floor going down the length of the front. The upper level had a rap around balcony that also served as the roof for the rap around front porch with the front double doors right in the middle of the house. There Bahçelievler travesti were three steps that led up to the porch that we climbed up walking the next 15 feet to the door. As Sasha opened the front door she led me into a big open space that had a raised roof all the way to the second story with a big chandelier hanging down. There were open doorways on either side that led to other areas on the first floor while 10 or 15 feet from the front door started the stair case to the second level that raised up the right wall to a hallway that looked to run the length of the house on the second level. The left side of the room had a hallway running down the other side of the stair case leading farther into the back of the house.

Still holding onto my arm Sasha pulled me through the doorway to the right walking us through a big open room that looked to be the living room with a bunch of couches and chairs in it. We walked to a door on the other side of the room that looked to be in the right front corner of the house, opening it and leading me inside I was confronted with 4 other equally hot girls sitting around a table on one side of the room while the other side had a few desks with computes on them. All 4 of the girls looked up at us when we came through the door and Sasha said immediately, “Girls this is Drew, he wants to be our new house boy.”

My eyes went wide as she said house boy and I looked over at her with a panic expression on my face, what was I getting myself into I thought. She just looked at me and grinned before continuing on, “If nothing else he needs a place to crash at least until we have decided on a new house boy in a few weeks.”

All 4 girls then started looking me up and down, they were appraising me and I started to feel like a piece of meat with the way their eyes were looking at me. Finally a tall blonde looked me in the eye while she spoke, “Looks good to me, get him an application. We will run a background check and if that checks out and if the rest of the girls approve of you when they get here in a few days we will talk again about the job, for now you can crash here. Then she turned to look at Sasha and with a slight knowing grin on her face she asked her, “I am assuming you want to do the interview later.”

Sasha blushed a little then nodded her head, “Oh yes, I have no problem doing the interview.”

All 4 girls let out a giggle for some reason and then the tall blonde spoke to us, “I am sure you don’t, I am Amanda president of the sorority and this is Becca the treasurer, Sam the rush chair, and Jessica the social chair. And if Sasha hasn’t told you yet she is the vice president, we can talk more tomorrow or the next day, right now we are busy making plans for the new semester.”

“Nice to meet you and thank you for the opportunity,” I said to them.

“I am sure you will thanking me even more after you get the job,” she said with a big grin, “Sasha can show you to the room you will be staying in and give you more info on what to expect for the next few days.”

I said my thanks again and walked out of the room with Sasha still holding onto my arm the whole time. She led be back to the main hallway by the stairs and led me further into the back of the house. There was another hallway that ran the length of the house on the back wall, she pointed to the left and said, “Down there you will find the kitchen.” I nodded and then she led me the other way and at the first door on the right she stop and opened it, “This is your room, you can get the valuables out of your car and bring them in for now, you can move all your stuff in here when you get approved or you can just bring it all in now but that would just be more stuff to move out if it doesn’t turn out well. Its up to you, you already have my vote so far, you have your own bathroom and TV so make yourself at home. Upstairs and the basement is off limits until you get the job unless one of us takes you there, let me see your phone.”

I handed it to her while she started pressing the keys for a minute then handed it back to me, “I put my cell number in there, just call me if you need anything, I will be going out for a bit tonight but if you need anything call and I can make sure one of the other girls gets you taken care of. Move in some of your stuff and you have cable so just hang out for tonight, if you get hungry there is food in the kitchen you can fix something to eat with, the front door locks automatically at 10pm so be back in by then, I will get you a key once you are approved, any questions so far.”

“Just about the interview process, what should I expect and when is it,” I asked.

“Well there is 2 parts, well really 3 if you count getting the approval of the girls of the house. The first part is you cooking a dinner for us 5 tomorrow afternoon,” she said.

“And what is the second part,” I asked.

“I will tell you later, if you can’t pass the cooking part there is no sense in bothering with the second,” she said, by the look on Bahçeşehir travesti her face she would be pretty disappointed if I didn’t pass the cooking part.

“Oh don’t worry, I am sure I can handle it, I have cooked dinner for my Mom for 4 years since she always worked late, I’ve picked up a trick here and there in the kitchen,” I said.

Smiling she said, “Good, I look forward to it, let me know if you need anything else or if you get lost on your way back from your car, you can actually move it to behind the house by the garage.”

“I think I will do that, thanks.”

“See you later,” she said smiling while she ran her hand down my arm as it slipped out from mine while she walked off.

I had no idea what was really going on with all the grins and predatory checking me out stuff but I didn’t really give it much thought as I walked into my room to check it out. It had a comfy looking queen size bed in one corner with a desk on the other side of it. it had a small couch that looked to have built in recliners in it at the end of the bed with a large flat screen TV along the opposite wall. I walked to the door on the other end of the room and opened it. To my left was the closet and right in front of the door was a sink with a toilet to the right of it, to the right of that was a large walk in shower. It really wasn’t a bad setup and it was probably nicer than any of the dorm rooms and best of all I wouldn’t have a roommate.

I spent the next hour going and getting my car and hauling in some of my stuff to my new room through the back door. When I was done I sat back in the couch to watch some TV and relax and found out that the couch indeed have built in recliners. After a few hours I got hungry and made my way to find the kitchen. It was empty when I got there so I set out looking through the fridge and pantry for something to cook, it was completely stocked so someone must of already went grocery shopping. I found some rice, chicken broth, and a few chicken breasts and started preparing me a chicken and rice type meal. I was just putting it all together onto a plate when Sam came walking in dressed up like she was going out. She looked absolutely hot the way she was dressed and I knew whoever she was meeting up with would not be disappointed.

“Hey Drew, just grabbing some water before I head out,” she said then came over to me and saw the meal I just prepared, “Oh that looks good, can I try some.”

“Sure.”

She took a bite of the chicken with some rice on the fork to then turned to me with a smile, “That’s really good, hope you can cook a bunch of other things that well.”

“Oh I can just wait and see,” I replied with a grin.

“Can’t wait,” she said then started walking for the door, “I will be back late so see you tomorrow,” and then she was gone.

I cleaned up my mess in the kitchen then took my plate back to my room to eat while I watch some cable TV. I finished eating and took my plate back to the kitchen and cleaned it and a few hours more of watching TV I decided to get some shut eye since it was already 2 am.

I awoke just before 11 and got up and dressed in some shorts and a t-shirt, I felt like a run this morning and it would give me a excuse to explore some of the campus. I decided on a 30 minute run but I ended up jogging down to the beach and took a dip in the ocean. I spent about an hour soaking up the rays on the beach before I decided to run the 30 minutes back to the sorority house. I still had my ear buds in when I walked back into the house so I didn’t hear someone walking on the wood floors coming around the corner so I bumped into Amanda in the hall as she rounded the corner. She jumped back in surprise but smiled once she realized it was me, “Have a nice work out, you’re all sweaty.”

“Sorry I was just heading for a shower, I like to go running to keep my cardio in shape, I am a tennis player,” I said to her.

“Really, are you going to try out for the team, I am on it you know,” she said grinning at me.

“Yea I was thinking about it, I could have gone to UT on a tennis scholarship or a baseball one to but I decided to come here on a academic one instead.”

“Well let me know if you do I can put in a good word for you to the coach,” she said.

“Thanks, I might take you up on that,” I said then started walking past her for my room. But I turned back around and asked, “Oh yeah, Sasha told me about the cooking try out thing, when do yall want to eat and do you have any special requests for dinner.”

Laughing she said, “I just love the accent and some of the words you Texans use, dinner is at 6pm and just surprise us with whatever you can cook the best out of the food that’s in the kitchen.”

“Will do ma’am,” I said with a overly Texas accent. She laughed and smiled while she continued on down the hall.

I jumped in the shower and got cleaned up then watched some TV for a few hours after I called my Mom. An hour before 6 I went to the kitchen to start cooking dinner for my try out. I figured I would go all out and make them a small lasagna, breaded parmesan chicken with a pasta bed, and garlic biscuits. Right when I was finished and just before 6 Sasha popped her head through one of the doors and said, “Bring it out when you’re ready, we are all in the dining room already.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“I know of a real great spot to take some photos. You trust me,” he asked as I pulled the car door shut. I turned toward him and smiled, “Yes of course I trust you.” He pulled the car out of the drive and headed down the long stretch of highway.

I watched out the window without saying much. I was nervous, this was only the second time I had ever done a photo shoot. I listened to the hum of the engine and watched as the tree’s passed by the window. In a short time he pulled into a parking lot. I looked around and saw a sign “Natural Trail, open dusk till dawn. “You ready for this?” he asked turning off the engine.

“Yes,” I told him reaching for my bag. “Which outfit should I wear?” I asked as I opened the bag.

“I’m thinking something sexy, maybe a thong and a cute sun dress.” he told me winking as he opened the car door and stepped out. “Go ahead and change and I will get things ready.”

In ten minutes we were in a secluded spot in the woods. There was a stream next to a bed of moss. On the opposite bank water was running down the rock wall. The trees were different shades of green, yellow and brown. “Ok,” he told me. “Move back against the tree behind you. Bend you knee slightly and grip the hem of the dress.” I did as he asked and he started snapping photos. He walked around me like a lion hunting prey. I watched every move his body made. Saw every muscle flex with the rise and fall of his arms as he took shot after shot.

“Why don’t you lie on the moss,” he told me as he moved near me. “Here lie on your back like this, do you mind if I pose you?” he asked placing the camera down. I shook my head in response and he knelt beside me. He slid his hand up the back of my right leg till he cupped the back of my knee. Then bending it slightly his hands moved to my other leg. Once my legs were positioned just right he put his hands on my waist and twisted my torso so my legs were one direction and my torso another.

He bend both my arms and crossed them over my head. Then his hand cupped my face. Looking into my eyes he turned my head to the side and slid his fingers down my cheek to my chin. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I am just going to pull the hem of the dress up a bit.” he told me as his hand gripped the material. I felt the heat from his hand as he slowly slid the hem up my thigh. He continued to pull the hem until a tiny bit of the white silk thong showed on my hip.

He looked at me for a moment then stood with his camera in hand. He started shooting photos from above me then slowly moved to the ground till he was right next to me. “Here put your arm down,” he said as he grabbed my hand. “Put it to your side like this.” he told me as he moved my arm. He reached up and slid the strap of the sundress off my shoulder and down my arm. He kept pulling it down till my nipple slid out from under the fabric.

“Is this okay?” he asked looking Göztepe travesti into my eyes. I shook my head in response. I watched as his eyes moved from my face down my neck over my shoulder to my breast. The heat of his eyes burned my skin causing my cheeks to flush and my nipple to harden. The hand that was still holding the strap to the dress slid slowly over my arm and up my shoulder. Then as he looked into my eyes his hand slid down my chest over my breast. His eyes burned through me as his thumb ran over my nipple. I could not control the moan that slipped from my lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as his head dipped down and he took my nipple into his mouth.

I felt the warmth of his tongue as it slid over my nipple. His lips worked around it pulling it deeper into his mouth. His tongue was as soft as silk, my body arched toward his mouth in a silent invitation. His hand slid around my breast cupping it while his lips and tongue sent my body into tiny convulsions.

He lifted his head and whispered, “Don’t move.” Leaning back he grabbed the camera and took a photo of my wet taunt nipple. “Touch it for me,” he whispered as he continued to shoot. I slid my hand over my stomach and up to my breast. Running my finger over the nipple. I felt a rush of heat go through me as I felt the moisture from his mouth. “Pinch it,” he told me as he slipped the other strap off my shoulder. “That’s it,” he said to me as I slid my other hand down to cup my other breast.

I was getting warm all over feeling his eyes on me through the lens. I slid my hand lower and pushed the dress down to my waist. As I did he leaned back and started snapping the camera faster. “Arch your back,” he told me as he snapped away. I did as he said arching my back so both nipples pointed up.

My hand slipped under the fabric of the dress and down. As it did he stood up and started walking around me taking shot after shot. My hand slid over my thong and cupped the warmth between my thighs. I was already moist I could feel the wetness through my panties. My finger slid under the side of the panties and I touched myself. As I did he leaned down and slipped the dress up so he could see my hand.

“Mmmm, How does that feel,” He asked. My response was a deep moan as my finger slipped between the folds and inside of me. He got down on his knees and started taking photos of me touching myself. My back was arched and my eyes were closed so when I felt his hand on my belly it startled me.

“Shhh,” He said, “Just relax.” He dipped his head and began a trail of wet kisses over my stomach. I felt his warm tongue glide over my skin and thought I would lose control. His hand slid up my stomach to cup my breast as his mouth moved lower. I moved my hand away just as his mouth covered my wet panties. He slid one hand down my leg as his other hand moved the fabric of my panties aside.

My Küçükyalı travesti hips lifted and a moan escaped my lips as his mouth claimed me. At first his mouth moved slowly, then when he felt my response his tongue darted out and slipped between the folds to separate me. His tongue was like hot silk taking me. My breathing got fast and my hips were moving higher to meet his mouth. My hands slid into his hair pulling him closer.

When his finger slid inside me I thought I would die of sheer pleasure. Soon my words matched the rhythm of my body and I was pleading with him, begging him for more. But he just kept torturing me with his mouth and tongue. I felt an intense heat building in my lower belly. When he realized I was close to climaxing he slid another finger inside me. His fingers moved in and out with the rise and fall of my hips as his tongue brought me to release.

My back arched and I let out a scream as my body began convulsing with tiny vibrations of pleasure. I felt him reach for my panties to take them off so I lifted my hips to help him. The dress was next and soon I was laying there naked looking up at him. “My god, your beautiful.” he whispered as he came down to lie next to me.

He leaned down and kissed me, when I tasted myself on his mouth my excitement grew again. I became frantic, I wanted, needed to touch him. I reached for him trying to pull his shirt off. He took my hands in his and whispered, “Just relax, we will get to that. Right now I just want to look at you, touch you, kiss you, and taste you.”

“Please,” I begged.

His head dipped down and his mouth covered my nipple again pulling it inside and circling it with his tongue. As he did this his hand slid down my belly and rested just between my legs. He didn’t move his hand just rested it on me feeling the warmth. This time when I reached for his shirt he let me take it off him.

When my hands touched the warm flesh of his chest I became frantic again. Never in my life had I wanted someone so much. I pushed at his chest till he rolled over on his back. I rolled with him and laid on top of him. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass as his mouth claimed mine. As he deepened the kiss he pressed me into him and I felt him harden beneath me.

I slid my hands down the side of him and in between us touching him over his jeans. He was hard beneath my hands and I wanted to touch him, to taste him. I lifted up off him and began a trail of wet kisses down his neck to his chest. As he did, I took his nipple into my mouth and sucked. Running my tongue over the nipple feeling it tighten in my mouth. I moved lower to the waist line of his jeans stopping to look at him. He reached down and cupped my cheek running his fingers over my jaw. While looking into his eyes I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them apart. Slipping my hand under the hem of his boxer briefs Avrupa yakası travesti I cupped him. When I did a long breath escaped his lips.

I pulled his jeans and boxers down slightly and rubbed my face over him. I felt him stiffen and heard his deep intake of breath. I ran my lips over the tip of him and felt him wiggle beneath me. I lifted up and pulled down his pants and boxers till he was as naked as I was. Then positioned myself between his legs.

Slowly I ran my hands up his legs to his thigh and over the tiny patch of hair between his legs. Then lowering myself down I took him in my hands and began stroking him. His legs tightened and his hips bucked up silently begging me to continue. I ran my hand up and down the shaft while I slid my thumb over the tip. All the while I watched him.

His hands slid through my hair and over my chin. When he tipped his head back and closed his eyes I took him in my mouth. Running my tongue over the silky tip while my hand continued to stroke the shaft. I could feel myself getting wet when I heard the small moans coming from his lips. I began moving my hand and mouth faster then slower teasing him, pulling him in.

His hands gripped my hair and his hips bucked pressing himself deeper into my mouth. I took him out of my mouth and ran my tongue up and down the shaft then lightly sucked the tip. He gripped my shoulders and pulled at me trying to get me to move up his body. When I did he flipped me over on my belly and began kissing me down my back. I could feel small nibbles then he would lick. My body was on fire, I wanted him inside me.

His hand slid down between my legs and started rubbing me as he slipped a finger deep inside me. My hips lifted to pull it in deeper. He turned me over and picked up where he left off earlier. His tongue was probing deep inside me while he rubbed me with his thumb. I could feel the heat building inside me and my hips lifted to his mouth.

He slipped his hands under me lifting my hips to press me against his mouth. His tongue ran up and down then inside me. My hips bucked and twisted when the climax ripped through me. I reached for him but he kept me there his mouth and tongue probing deep inside me.

He positioned himself between my legs and rubbed his penis up and down where his tongue just was. Then slowly he slipped it inside me. I could feel my body stretch to accommodate him, then as it did I felt it wrap around him. He pressed deep inside me and rested, waiting, holding his breath. Then slowly he began to move in and out deeper and deeper. His hands slipped under me and lifted me to sit on his lap. I started rotating my hips and pulling him inside me, rocking up and down, riding him. He kissed me deeply, wild then gripped my shoulders to arch my back. I felt his mouth claim my nipple and my hips bucked into him as he pressed into me.

We soon found a rhythm that had us both panting and gasping. I could feel the heat building in my belly again as an explosive climax ripped through me. I gripped his shoulders and let out a yell just as he reached climax. His body bucked and he pressed deep inside me as his mouth claimed mine swallowing my screams.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Imagine yourself coming home from work on a quiet night, the moon is full and the sky is partly cloudy, the scene reminds you of a werewolf’s moon. There is a chill in the air and you are tired.

You were busy and you are coming home with a very good feeling, you had a great day and you made a lot of money, more than usual. You were complimented repeatedly, it was a super day.

You walk in the door, remove your coat, and place your purse on the chair by the door and you go upstairs.

You are alone in the house, I am not there, I have been out in the studio for several days.

You are very glad to be home and you are peeling off clothes as you walk into the bedroom, the curtains are open and the bedroom is dark except for the lighted projections the moon casts through the window onto the floor. Dark wooden walls set the tone for the room, a room perfect for sleeping and romance. A lucky teenager walking by may have gotten a very exciting look as you walk past the window on the way to the master bath.

You walk to the mirror and tussle your hair shaking off the work day; you think to yourself, and may have said out loud, “wow, I do look good!” The curtains are open and the werewolf’s moon is shining through, as you walk past the window, the moonlight accents the curves of your breasts and hips, you start the water in the tub and walk to the fireplace to light the candles. Naked and confident you walk over to dim the lights. On your way, back to the tub, you press play and easy jazz softly fills the room.

Bending over you test the water, it is very hot but you decide hot is what is needed. You step over the tub and into the water.

The water stings as you sit, a small gasp leaves your lips as you sit in the hot water, you are thinking maybe it was too hot, as you settle in, you adjust and relax, lying back in the tub, music in your ears, candle light and steam fill the room. You can see steam rising through the moonlight streaming in from the chilled night outside. You drift into relaxation.

After a very relaxing bath and perhaps a few moments of sleep in the tub, you step out of the tub, your bathroom is large and open, so it feels cold after the hot bath. The master bathroom is painted in off whites, a stark contrast to the warm and dark bedroom you are approaching.

You walk to the door of my bedroom and take your robe from the hook, slipping the robe onto your wet shoulders and wrapping yourself in soft cotton, you reflect on a great day.

Soft music fills the air and moonlight fills the room. You walk to your bed and lie down face down across as if to rest for a moment. You close your eyes only waiting on my return and you slip into sleep confident that I will wake you upon my return.

At 5AM I arrive home, excited at the prospect of seeing Maltepe travesti my lover and pleased with the work done.

A large glass of water and I am heading upstairs. The house is dark now, the werewolf’s moon has disappeared behind the horizon and the sun has not yet begun its climb.

I walk into the bedroom and find you, beautiful and asleep. Partially wrapped in your soft white robe, your skin calls to me. The robe has slipped from a shoulder and pulled up to one side as you turned. Your shoulder and back are in clear view and your twisted robe has left your exquisite derriere in full view. I walk to the bed, standing and watching you sleep for a moment. I think to myself, what did I do to deserve such a woman waiting for me like this? I walk to the bathroom and drain the water from the tub, I turn off the music player and after brushing my teeth I grab some items from the cabinet and return to the bedroom where you still sleep.

I sit gently on the bed next to you, testing, I cover you up a bit with your robe. You do not move. I move on the bed a bit, testing to see if you will wake. I want you to wake but I do not want to wake you. You are stunning in your sleep, a smile on your face, I marvel at you and wonder what you are dreaming of.

My stirrings do not wake you. I cover your shoulder with your robe and I think to myself, “I should cover you and sleep in the guest room.” Your long legs and beautiful derriere convince me otherwise.

I lift your robe from your behind, pulling it up over your hips to your waist. You are exposed from the waist down, you stir slightly, but you are still soundly asleep. Your skin is so beautiful in the darkened room. I walk over and turn the heat up just a bit, knowing that in a few moments, you will be mostly naked.

I stand and take one of the items from the bathroom. Pouring the oil in my hand I rub my hands together to warm the pool. I gently place my hands on your thighs, you move but do not wake, I begin rubbing your thigh and your calf, I have decided to see how long I can tempt you without waking you, I am not aware that you are already awake.

My strong hands carry the warmed oil over your leg and gently to your upper thigh. I cannot easily reach the other leg, I stand and begin unbuttoning my shirt, it falls to the floor, I loosen my belt, ever so quietly I unbutton my pants, they fall to the floor and I step from them, sitting on the edge of the bed I remove my socks and once again, revel in how amazing you are. I slide to the foot of the bed and slip up onto the bed on my knees. I am still not aware that you have watched me undress. I am positioned at your feet; I gently lift the leg closest to the inside of the bed and move your foot so that your legs are spread giving me room to kneel between your Ümraniye travesti calves.

I begin to run my hands up your thighs, strong, deliberate now, my thumbs to the inside and fingers to the outside, I firmly push my hands up your thighs toward your derriere stopping just short of the place where your thighs meet your cheeks. Back down your thighs to the backs of your knees, down your calves, pushing back up your thighs. Your legs are spread and my knees are between your calves. I push the warm oil up your thighs, this time, I rub over your beautiful back side, pushing hard, I think to myself you must be awake but you do not move, I repeat this process as I feel your thigh muscles relax.

Sliding up between your legs, I push your robe up further giving me access to the beautiful curve of the small of your back, pushing over your cheeks and onto your back my thumbs at your spine, I hear you moan slightly as I push up your spine. Surely you must be awake? But you do not move, I move my hands back down and I slide back between your calves. More oil, warmed and sweet, I continue the massage of your thighs and calves. As I push my strong hands up the length of your thighs and over your derriere, my thumbs move along the inside of your thighs. As I get closer to your cheeks I feel you relax, I think that may have been intentional, my thumbs touch your lips ever so slightly as I move my hands up and over your cheeks sending a shiver through your body, as I continue the path, pushing your cheeks apart as I go, my thumbs run along your open cheeks touching all of you as I move. I think I hear a sigh.

Moving back down your thighs, repeating the movements of before, this time as I rub your cheeks, spreading them apart, my thumbs press down into you, rubbing your most sweet and forbidden parts of you as my hands pass by. You are noticeably wet.

Ignoring that, I continue the length of your back, you moan quietly, barely perceptible in the dark room.

I have become very aroused, naked and hard, as I lean forward rubbing the small of your back, my cock rests between your cheeks, pressing against you as I push forward. Slipping back down as I rub your thighs my fingers and thumbs pressing against you, my body begs me to push inside of you, I resist. Rubbing and pressing myself against you, I feel you push back against me, pressing myself between your cheeks, deep between I can feel you, wet and open to what will come.

As I rub you, when I reach your hot, wet, sex, I cannot restrain myself any longer. Pushing my finger inside, you are hot, slippery, and open, your body is begging me to press on. Surely you are awake now? Placing my hand between your legs like the edge of a knife, I feel your lips, your ass, yes all of your treasures that only I may know. I feel Tuzla travesti powerful, strong, and certain your body is a willing coconspirator.

Continuing to rub your ass and the small of your back I feel you once again pushing against me, this time, more forceful, you are begging me to push inside. I do not.

I continue to rub you, deleting the thought of you pressing against my very hard cock. Staying the course on your massage, rubbing the small of your back with my right hand, I place my fingers inside of you with my left, you are so hot and slippery, ready, willing to accept me.

I remove my fingers and push your cheeks apart with my hands, my thumbs pressing up against your pussy, slightly inside, pulling my hands up toward the small of your back, my thumbs press against your ass, all your muscles are relaxed, waiting. I feel that you want me to be inside of you everywhere. I do not push inside, rather, teasing the entrance to the most special of places, only you can give approval to go there and you are sleeping still. How is that even possible?

Pulling back and rubbing your thighs, over your derriere, up the small of your back, this time you press back against me like an animal in heat, arching your back and ass in the air, pressing back against me. You reach behind you and place a hand on my ass, pulling me toward you, you take my hard, hot, straining cock into your other hand and pull me inside of you. You pull against my body with your other hand, pulling me as far inside as is possible. You reach around and take my other hand and pull it to your front, under your body, placing it between your legs, my fingers find your beautiful spot and you gasp out loud. Pressing inside of you, pulling out almost completely, pushing back inside, over and over, harder and harder, reaching around, harder and faster. You reach between us and place your own hand between your cheeks and you are touching yourself as you are fucked wildly, with no consideration any longer of pretense, you abandon yourself completely to my desire.

You can no longer control yourself, I am pressing hard on your pussy with my hand, you think that surely I am made of steel or stone because flesh cannot be that hard, pushing so far inside that you hurt delightfully, you push your own finger inside of yourself as you are taken to the point beyond pleasure and pain. You can no longer contain the raging ecstasy welling up from inside and you let go, releasing all of yourself in the moment, we both release together in a fury of passion that cannot be believed unless you are one of us.

Sweating, spent, exhausted from the experience, you finally open your eyes, ready to hold me. The room is dark and quiet, your robe open, your breasts glistening with sweat, your body hot and tired, your mouth is dry, you turn over to find that you are alone. Only a short time has passed since you lay down to await your lover. Can it be that you were sleeping this whole time?

You hear the lock on the front door turn, you smile and close your robe, lying face down on the bed, you wait.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I walk into the store a little sheepishly, not so much because of the various sex toys and novelties they sell. I’m more concerned with the drug paraphernalia; a little pot smoking doesn’t bother me, but I wouldn’t want rumors to get started that I was in a head shop during lunch-time. Small towns are horrible about that kind of thing. The back room has what I’m looking for, a selection of porn dvd’s. I’ve been single for a few months, and I’m sick of the short format crappy porn I’ve found on the internet, so I’m hoping for some better quality. A friend clued me in that the head shop on the end of Main Street has a back room of porn, so here I am.

The room is small, with a glass case along one wall displaying a selection of pipes and bongs. The opposite wall has 3 shelves of dvd’s. It’s not the greatest selection and I’m ready to be disappointed. There’s a woman working in the corner of the room, unpacking a box of new movies. She looks up and acts like she’s going to say something, but then goes back to her work. I look as the sparse selection and turn to the woman.

“Do you have any videos with real women?” I ask.

She looks at me through fairly thick glasses, at least as thick as the ones I wear. “I’m sorry?”

“That didn’t come out right,” I say and smile. “I want something where the women aren’t anorexic and Barbie looking. I want them more full figured, more real looking. Does that make sense?”

I’m not shy talking about things like this, and I realize the woman I’m talking to is a little on the chubby side herself. She’s wearing a white dress that makes it hard to tell how big she is, but she’s definitely not thin. Her breasts don’t appear to be huge, but she has fairly wide hips. Her lips are full giving her an attractive face, and her brown hair is tied back behind her head. The thick glasses cover vivid green eyes I find striking.

“You want videos of fat girls?” she asks.

“Well sort of, but fat’s not the right word. I like a few curves and a Kadıköy travesti chubby girl is sexy, I just don’t like the trend for super thin women with fake boobs.”

I like her smile; she visibly relaxes and I see she’s actually very pretty. She’s probably in her early 30’s, a few years younger than me. I know I must look a little out of place looking at smut in the back room of a head shop. I’m pretty average looking, not tall, not short. I have short brown hair with a goatee beard that’s starting to get a little grey. I’m also not fat but have a few extra pounds. I stay in shape to an extent, but have never been a real fitness nut. I have to dress pretty nice for work, so I come across to most people as conservative. The fact is, I’ve always liked sex a little on the wild side.

“So maybe a video with girls who look like me?” she asks with that same smile.

“Well, no offense, but…yes, I think that’s what I mean.” I say, a little tongue tied.

“No offense taken, it’s a little flattering. But no, most guys want the big tits with tiny little asses, so my boss doesn’t carry anything else, sorry.”

Her frankness surprises me, but I suppose you get used to it when you work in a place like this. We chat for a while; her name is Carrie and she’s worked at the store for about three months. She lives in an apartment upstairs she shares with the owner’s daughter, who also works in the store. She’s talkative, but not annoyingly so, but after a little while I need to get back to the office. I settle on a video that doesn’t look to bad and as I’m leaving the store she offers to take my phone number in case they get something in I might like better. I agree and give her my cell phone number.

I’m not even back to the office when she texts me: “I think it’s really cool that there are guys who find girls like me sexy.”

I waste no time getting back to her: “Thanks. I wish there were more girls who think middle aged nerdy guys are sexy.”

Two minutes Kurtköy travesti later: “Why don’t you stop by the shop when you’re off work, I found something you might like.”

“Ok,” I text back, “Is the shop open at 6:00?”

“No, but I’ll leave the door open, come in.” After this last text I don’t hear anything from her all afternoon. Time goes by slowly as I wonder how Carrie would look without the dress, how her nipples would look, if they’d be big or small, how responsive. It certainly sounded like a come on, but I don’t want to get my hopes up too much.

Right as I’m getting in my car I get another text from her. I assume this is the cancellation, and I start to feel a let down, but instead the text reads: “Don’t talk to me, just lock the door, come to the back and take me however you want. I hope this is what you want and I’m not scaring you away.”

Instead of scaring me away, I try not to drive too fast on my way to the store. I think of how I should proceed, but the thoughts just swirl and my cock is already halfway hard when I reach my destination. I walk into the store; the sign says closed and at least half of the overhead lights are off. I turn the deadbolt to lock the front door and walk to the backroom. She’s there, standing with her back to me, organizing the movie shelf, or at least pretending to. She doesn’t acknowledge my presence.

Without hesitation I walk up to her and slip my arms around her waist and press myself against her; I press my swollen cock firmly against her ass. She lets out a quiet sighas my hands move up to her breasts. I realize she’s not wearing a bra and I’m certain she had one when I was there earlier, I imagine she’s not wearing anything under the dress. Her nipples are both hard and jutting through the thin fabric of her dress. I lose any semblance of self-control and reach down, pulling her dress up and over her head; her arms go up so I can get it off her and throw it to the floor. I was right about the Pendik travesti panties and I have a full view of the naked backside of her body. Her ass isn’t very big but still bigger than any I’ve seen before and her shapely form makes my body respond more than ever.

Carrie makes no attempt to turn around as I drop my pants and underwear, exposing my cock. I realize she’s letting me call all the shots, so I take off my shirt so I’m naked. I want her to feel the extent of my arousal, so I press my 7″ cock into the space between her ass cheeks and reach around to cup her tits again. They’re bigger than I expected and her nipples are still jutting out. I gently press each nipple between two fingers and feel her short, quick breaths as I squeeze a little harder.

Without thinking, I move her over to the counter with all the pipes and other stoner items and bend her over, her tits pressed into the glass. I kneel down and with her legs slightly spread I reach between her legs and run one hand up her thigh and find a very wet pussy. She shudders as I first insert a finger and then lean forward and start licking her from behind. It’s hard to reach her clit from this position, so I run my tongue all around the wet opening as her quiet little moans quicken. I can tell she’s trying to stay quiet, but it’s getting more difficult. My beard is soaked with her juices and my cock is throbbing hard as I stand up and the head of my cock easily finds her opening and I slide into her, not gently, but not too hard. Her tight pussy is a perfect fit.

She emits small cries of pleasure as I start pumping in and out of her, my body slapping her ass with every thrust. I know I won’t last long, but the hard thrusts help me last longer. My hands roam from her waist around the shape of her ass and I continue to fuck her this way and right as I explode inside her, she shudders and cries out “Yessss!” My cock continues to pulsate occasionally and I stay inside her; each time she feels it and her body shudders in pleasure.

As I withdraw, she turns to face me; her beautiful face is flushed and her lips smile at me as she puts her arms around me and we enjoy a long kiss. “I was hoping you would go with it and take me,” she whispered after our lips part. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Shroud

Stephanie woke, troubled by something, a noise perhaps. What time was it? After 10, she was late for work! No, wait, it was Sunday, everything’s all right. Was she going to sleep the entire day away? Why not? She’d done it before. At least when she slept she was clear of the pangs of loneliness.

She turned on her side, tugging at the flannel nightgown she’d wrapped herself in before she fell asleep, and gazed over the bedside to the portrait of her husband. The glass was cracked, and she recalled how it had been broken just the night before. Suddenly, she felt the tears welling. Unfaithful again! The memory of the young man came flowing over her, how she’d seduced him, attempting to assuage both her seclusion and the physical needs of a young woman. She felt a good cry coming on, the wracking sobs of a woman whose conscience wouldn’t allow peace.

Suddenly the noise returned, a banging on the front door. Who could it be? She roused herself, throwing a bathrobe over her shoulders to protect her modesty, wiping her tears with the bedsheet, and made her way to the front door. Through the peephole, she spied Chuck, the young man she’d invited into her bath and bed the night before. Cracking the door, keeping the chain latched, she asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Hi,” he replied. “Thought I’d come over to see you. Is it okay?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Listen, I’ll open the door, but don’t come in for a few seconds, okay? I’m not quite decent.” Then she remembered just how indecent she’d been when he saw her just twelve hours before.

“Okay.”

Stephanie unlatched the door and left it ajar, then sprinted for the bathroom. She couldn’t let Chuck see her this way, disheveled, teary-eyed, ugly. She heard him come in after her, and called to him, “Be a dear and put some coffee on, will you?”

She began her toilet, only to be disturbed by a call, “How many scoops?”

“Two,” she replied. By the time she emerged from the bedroom clad in shorts and sweatshirt, brushed and perfumed, she was feeling a little better, not only physically, but morally as well.

“So,” she began, “how did you get here?”

“I walked.”

“Walked? It’s over five miles!”

“Yeah, but it only took me an hour and a half. I can walk pretty fast, I was on the cross-country team in high school.”

Why was he here, she wondered? Did he expect her to strip, throw herself on her back again, and let him have his way with her? Luckily, he said the first words, and picked just the right ones. “I thought maybe you’d like to go over by the lake, or maybe up into the hills. It’s a really pretty morning.”

It certainly was! But weren’t they all in this wonderland they called California? The fog had already burned off, the picture window displayed a world filled with crisp images of trees and mountains. And here he was, just trying to be a friend. Maybe he wasn’t like all the other guys who, she imagined, had only one use for a woman. “Sure, let’s do something.”

Stephanie made sandwiches and put some fruit into a plastic bag. In the garage, she had Chuck put two bicycles onto the rack on her VW bug – she figured he could ride Glenn’s bike well enough. Soon they were on the way up to the redwoods and began a long ride through the hills and trees. Forty-five minutes into their trip they were both sweating. Chuck pulled his T – shirt off, displaying the trim torso Stephanie had enjoyed so much the night before. She pulled off her sweatshirt, exposing the halter top and hoped he wouldn’t notice her nipples, crinkled with the remembrance of last night’s passion. A half hour farther on, they stopped in a high meadow overlooking Oakland and the San Francisco Bay below them.

They spread the picnic in the grass, thirstily gulped the water from the jug and began to munch on the provisions. “Chuck,” Stephanie began, spouting the words she’d rehearsed during the bike ride, “I want you to know just how much I enjoyed last night…”

“Yeah,” he interrupted, “It was great, wasn’t it? You’re really something.”

“But you’ve got to remember, I’m a married woman. What I did was wrong, I shouldn’t have led you on. I’m a little ashamed of myself.”

“You mean…”

“What I’m trying to say is, I like you, I like you a lot, but, well, I guess I don’t want you to think . . . I mean, I just can’t… It’s just not right…” The carefully polished speech crumbled under the weight of her emotions, and she realized just how incoherent her thoughts were.

“That’s okay, Steph. If you can’t, you can’t. Just the one time was great. But, maybe, I could just hang around with you, if that’s all right.”

It was the perfect retort, and suddenly the gloom that filled Stephanie’s soul lifted. A friend was found, one who could be counted on. A rush of conversation followed. They discovered each other, what she did at work, the hobbies he had. They began to become comfortable with each other.

The ride back took longer, interrupted by bits of conversation and frequent stops for views and water. Once Chuck put his hand Bağdat Caddesi Travesti on her shoulder, sending a thrill through her body, but she willed it to cease and almost forgot the physical attraction she felt for the youth.

Returning to the house, she offered him a beer and put some chicken on the hibachi. For hours they talked, playing Yahtzee and cards, rarely remembering the passion of the previous evening. Finally, near sunset, Stephanie said, “Listen, why don’t I take you home?”

“Okay,” he agreed. He rose first from the couch and offered his hand to pull her up. She accepted, and as she rose in the gloaming, she tripped over the leg of the coffee table and stumbled into his arms, her face next to his. “Thank you,” she said, and then, suddenly, desired a kiss. She pressed her lips against his and they fell back onto the couch. His hand was on her breast, feeling the nipple through the bra, and she pulled him to her. He was on top of her, his crotch on hers, and remembering the feel of his penis within her, she was quite sure what she wanted.

When he unsnapped her jeans and tried to put a hand down her pants, though, she recalled her resolve and cried, “Chuck, stop. Please, dear, don’t.” Waiting for him to respond, she was certain that if he didn’t restrain himself, she wouldn’t have the strength to ask again.

But he did stop, and shyly got off of her. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have . . . .”

“No, that’s okay dear,” she replied, closing her pants and straightening the rest of her clothing. “It’s just that . . . .”

During the drive back to Alameda, she reminded the boy that Glenn would be returning Thursday afternoon. “Well, maybe I could come over one night before then,” Chuck suggested.

“Maybe. Why don’t you call me?” She dropped him off a block from his house with just a quick handclasp.

He did call that week, and when Steph answered the phone they chatted, but she resisted the temptation of his company. She’d rather be lonely, she decided, than unfaithful. And if he came over, she was afraid this time she wouldn’t be able to stop his advances, or was it her advances?

Thursday evening, just after work, Stephanie was on the dock of the Naval Air Station, waiting for the aircraft carrier in a silky gown. Soon it tied up, gray and immense, and young men began to pour down the gangplank. She watched as Glenn joined them, a little late she thought, and there was something wrong – instead of the dress whites the rest of the sailors were wearing, he was in dungarees.

They met on the dock, and she was in his arms, kissing him, fondling him. But an unknown something kept them at a slight distance. “Listen, sweetheart,” he began, “one of the guys got detached, and they switched my section. I’m on watch.”

“Oh, no,” she said, realizing he wouldn’t be coming home with her that night.

“I’m afraid so. But hey, if you want to come aboard for an hour or so, the chief says it’s okay.”

And so, instead of getting into the car and heading for their retreat in the hills, she found herself climbing onto the ship, walking the passages, trying not to stain her dress. They entered his workspace – she’d been there a dozen times – and they were alone.

“You’ve been all right?” he asked.

“Sure, I missed you.” And she was in his arms, and she knew she wanted him, desired his attentions. Her hands caressed his back. Their lips met. After a long kiss, she suggested, “Let’s make love.”

“You mean…”

“Right here. In back of those racks.”

“Honey, if anyone caught us, I’d get busted. It’s not that I don’t want to…”

“Please,” she begged, “It will be all right. You can lock the door, maybe there’s somewhere else we can go.”

And of course, with perfect timing, the chief walked in. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized as the couple broke from each other.

“Chief, this is my wife Stephanie.”

“How do you do, ma’am?”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the Chief looked to Glenn. “Don’t mean to break this up, but we need you on a work party. Get down to the second deck ASAP, okay?”

“Sure, Chief.”

After he was gone, they kissed once more. “Sorry, honey, I’ve got to go.” And he escorted her back to the gangplank, with whispered promises that tomorrow they’d be able to care for each other’s passions. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 5:15, right after work,” Stephanie promised.

But as she descended to the dock, Stephanie felt not just disappointment and loneliness, but an overwhelming physical need.

Soon she was in her car on Webster, and passed the string of fast food joints. Suddenly, she was pleased to see a familiar figure walking along the street. “Hey, Chuck,” Steph yelled, pulling the car to the curb. Just the ticket to assuage her solitude.

“Oh, hi!” he responded, realizing who was stopping to greet him.

“I was just driving past. Can I give you a lift home?”

“Sure!” He got in the passenger side, and Steph drove through the residential neighborhood. “I thought your old man Bostancı travesti was going to get home tonight.”

“Well, his ship pulled in, but he’s got to stay on board tonight.”

“Bummer.”

“Yeah, real bummer. Listen, I need some company right now, someone to talk to. Do you need to go right home?”

“Nah. What do you want to do?”

“Can we just drive down to the beach?”

“Okay.” Soon they were in the parking lot, gazing at the lights of the City across the Bay. For a few minutes they chatted about inanities, but soon the depression returned to Steph and she began to weep. It was only natural for Chuck to put his arm around her, to comfort her. He remembered her warning, he didn’t expect anything to happen, and when he felt her lips pressing against his, nibbling at the corner of his mouth, he was astounded and unsure of himself. But the instincts of love are not so easily dissuaded, and he kissed back. They embraced over the stick shift, and he allowed his hand to fondle a breast though the silky fabric of her dress.

For her part, Steph was suddenly overwhelmed by passion. She wanted not so much to make love as to have a release of tension – hers, Glenn’s or Chuck’s. Her hand dropped to the boy’s lap, caressing the ever-strengthening rod inside the slacks. She knew it wasn’t safe to do it here, too many police, but there was one thing she could do for him. Unzipping his pants, she stuck her hand into his boxers, stroking his penis.

She remembered how Glenn liked her to gently rub his dick, and the smoothness of the youth’s rod reminded her of something else Glenn enjoyed, something she rarely performed because some part of the Victorian society she grew up in told her it was ‘dirty.’ At that moment she didn’t care about rules, and so she bent over and took the penis into her mouth. The boy slumped back, letting her minister to him, and she licked the tip of the nearly virgin cock and let her saliva drip down, supplying lubrication for the strokes of her hand. Soon she was bobbing up and down on the prick, and he moved his hips in unison. Just a few seconds later, she felt the slight tremors that indicated he would be releasing soon. This was the point where she almost always backed away, letting Glenn spill his seed into the air, but this time she stayed with Chuck and allowed him to erupt into her mouth. Greedily she sucked the sperm from the young penis, thinking all the while of how it could be Glenn’s, how much he’d enjoy this, but that he was too selfish to be with her tonight, and so she performed the act on another man in substitution. Soon Chuck was finished, and she spit the milky fluid into a tissue, futilely trying not to taste the acid, not to gag. “Did you like that?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned.

“I’m glad. You better zip up,” she said, as headlights swept the side of the car. Luckily, it wasn’t a cop. She started the engine as Chuck rearranged his now flagging dick, and began to drive the few blocks to his house. She stopped on a street filled with adobe bungalows, a few houses past the one he identified as his and told him, “Glenn will be leaving in ten days. Give me a call then, okay?” She drove off into the night, thinking what she’d done served Glenn right.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day at work, keypunching, she realized she wasn’t up to her usual efficient self. She kept thinking about what she’d done the night before with Chuck, and what she could do with Glenn that night. Concentration on her job was suffering. After the next clerk had verified three batches and corrected the dozens of problems, her manager called her in.

“You okay, Steph?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Donegal.”

“Did your husband get home all right last night?”

“Well, no. He had the watch, and had to stay on board.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.”

“I’m sorry I’m not at my best today,” she apologized, hoping to placate the boss.

“Don’t worry about it. Everybody understands what you’re going through. Listen, your boy is shipping out soon, isn’t he?”

“A week from Tuesday.”

“And the ship will be in port until then?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Listen, if you want to take off a couple of hours every now and then until he leaves, just let me know, all right? It’s pretty quiet here right now, and I’ll let you make up the time after he’s gone, okay?”

“Really, Mr. Donegal? Oh, that would be so nice. Thank you!”

“Don’t worry about it. I was young once, you know. You just take care of that sailor of yours, okay? What time does he get off today?”

“He can leave at 4:00.”

“Okay, then you leave early, and go get him.” He thought for a moment that she was going to hug him, but she bounced out of the door. Her performance improved markedly.

At 3:45 she packed up her purse and left to the cries from her coworkers of “Have a good time,” and “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Instead of heading for Alameda and her husband, she went home and showered. She took her time drying her hair, applying make up, perfuming herself, and donning Kartal travesti just the right outfit. By the time they’d arranged to meet, she was standing on the pier waiting for her husband, and the other sailors and dockworkers were leering at her.

Glenn almost didn’t recognize her, mainly because, like most men, he started looking at the bottom. Black high heels, nylons, red miniskirt and top, bare midriff, and a come-hither look. At first, he thought she might be a hooker, but when his eyes rose to her face, he took her in his arms and kissed her, winning the admiration of the onlookers. He couldn’t wait to get her home.

He drove as quickly as possible through the rush hour traffic, occasionally stroking her legs when he wasn’t shifting the stick, gazing at her beauty, peeping into her cleavage. At long last, they pulled into the driveway, and chased each other up the stairs to the apartment door.

Stephanie poured a beer into a frosted glass for her returning hero, and when she took it to him in the bedroom he was already reclining on the bed, garbed only in his boxers. “Come here,” he requested, and she joined him on the bed. They began by kissing passionately, hungry for each other after their enforced separation. Glenn pawed hungrily at her bosom, stripping her of her bra and sucking gratefully at her nipples. A warmth kindled within her, not only from the physical attention she was needing and receiving, but also just from the closeness of her husband. Soon she was fondling his sac through his boxers, and he had removed her skirt, pleasantly shocked to discover she’d ‘forgotten’ to wear panties. His eyes and hands explored her thick bush.

He was ready for her, three weeks and one very long night ready for her, and now he was so excited by her state of undress, just high heels, garter belt and nylons, that he forgot to continue the foreplay. He rolled her onto her back and began to sink into her.

Stephanie wanted him to slow him down, to play with her a little more before the sex. Her sense of duty, however, told her not to interfere with his desire. She spread her legs wide and he pounded into her, shoving his manhood deep within her almost moist vagina. His movements caused the elastic of the garter belt to dig into her stomach, rubbing off a bit of skin, but Stephanie knew her place was to give pleasure to her man, so she endured the punishment. Too soon, his excitement and the friction got the best of him, and he spewed into his wife.

Afterward, unsatisfied and no longer aroused, Steph asked, “What would you like for dinner, dear? There’s ground beef, some tuna, or we could go down to the Safeway and pick something else up.”

“How ’bout let’s go out? We could just walk down to Kelly’s.”

“Sure.” It was a bar and restaurant on Fruitvale where they went every once in awhile, when he was around and they had a couple of extra bucks.

“And would you mind putting that outfit back on? You’re awful sexy in it.”

While Glenn put civvies on, jeans and a shirt, Steph packed herself back into the getup he’d been so anxious to get her out of. “Hold on a few minutes, hon, and let me put some makeup and lipstick back on.” Soon she was looking foxy again, and they strolled the three blocks down to the business district. Steph was glib, enjoying the company of her man, and she joked with him and held his arm warmly. But as they approached the door of the bar, Steph remembered the last time she’d entered the place, over a month ago. It had been without Glenn, and she’d left it with a man. For a second she froze, considering how she’d taken the guy home, gotten screwed – the first time she’d ever had a man besides Glenn.

“You okay?” Glenn asked. Steph knew she’d gone white, and wondered if she’d throw up.

“I’m fine. Just let me catch my breath.” She plucked her courage, and they entered the joint. It was early yet, not quite 8:00, and the place was still a little quiet, just four or five guys and a couple of women at the bar, the tables not quite half full. The bartender was the same guy as that fateful night, but he showed no spark of recognition. They sat, and a waitress came by to take their orders, a hamburger for him, a fish sandwich for her. As they ate and drank a couple of beers, the place started to fill, the jukebox got cranked up, and a few of the couples began to move to the small floor.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Glenn asked.

“Okay.” She couldn’t move well in the high heels, but it didn’t seem to matter. Every guy seemed to be looking at her, taking in her nyloned legs, short skirt, naked stomach, and haltered breasts sticking out towards her husband. She’d neglected to put a bra back on, and the frank stares of the men excited her – the nipples hardened and the entire place knew it. Four or five fast songs were played, and then a slow one, a dance where she could hold him close, and could feel him hugging her to him, as if they’d never be apart again.

Finally she begged for a respite, her shoes were killing her. They sat, having a sip of the beers, and soon Steph excused herself and went to the ladies’ room. After taking care of her bladder, she refreshed the mascara and lipstick, and made sure that her hair was brushed. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pleased with the image, and thought that Glenn should be proud of his ‘date.’

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

My thanks again to Angel Love for the great job of editing my work.

Debbie pulled the soft towel tighter across her breast. She slipped her fingers through the ringlets that were forming in her damp hair, twisting a section around her index finger, a nervous habit she had as long as she could remember. The candles threw shadows across the walls and disguised the familiarity of her normal life. She had done just as she had promised. She had unlocked the patio door, showered and wrapped herself in a towel.

She knew Josh had slipped into her room while she was in the shower and was watching her now, through the candlelight. They had discussed this scenario dozens of times online, and then on the phone. The first few times they fumbled through things, sharing ideas, changing locations, testing each other’s limits. The more they learned about each other’s passions and desires, the more in tune they were with each other.

For the past few weeks their chats had been like a well-practiced dance. Every move was perfectly executed. She could feel his touch through his words and they made her tremble with desire. Tonight they were to bring their chat into reality.

Debbie pulled back the comforter and stood facing the corner where Joshua sat, hidden in the shadows. She could hear his breathing, and she was sure he could hear her heart beating wildly in her chest. Slowly she loosened her towel and let it fall to her feet. Her hands moved to her ample breasts as she massaged herself gently, her already hard nipples becoming more erect. She licked her index finger and lightly pinched each nipple; moistening them and feeling herself tingle.

Moving to the side of the bed, she lay on her back, propped by the mountain of pillows. She felt Joshua move closer as she reached into her nightstand and found her vibrator. She placed her freshly manicured feet on the mattress, parted her legs just slightly with her knees bent so he might get a glimpse of her treasure, but still kept a bit of mystery.

Below the bed Joshua sat, watching. It was already taking all his restraint not to speak, not to reach for her, not to grab her and taste her lips and finally touch her beautiful breasts. He steadied his breath as her vibrator began to hum softy. The reflection from the candlelight danced across her still moist skin. Her face was in shadows, but he could sense her tension. He knew that soon, her tension would be relieved and the fire of her passion would change her into the woman he had been obsessed Anadolu Yakası Travesti with these past few months.

Debbie moved one hand to her breast as she lightly brushed the tip of the vibrator across her neatly trimmed pussy. She massaged her breasts, almost kneading them, as she increased the pressure of the vibrator and began rubbing it harder against her clit. Her legs parted further, and when she finally let out a low sensual moan, Joshua’s physical needs overcame him and he began stroking himself as he watched her.

Parting her legs further, she slid the tip of the vibrator into her already wet vagina. Joshua could smell her sweet juices from where he sat, stroking his cock, watching. The sound of her moans, along with her heavy breathing was intoxicating. He moved closer to her, but stayed in the shadows of the candlelight.

As she plunged the vibrator deeper into herself, she used the fingers of her other hand to circle her clit. She began moving her hips in her own rhythm, bucking and grinding against her fingers and against the humming vibrator. Her moans were stronger and louder now and the aroma of her juices floated through the air and drove him wild with desire. Joshua didn’t want to cum yet, but he couldn’t help stroking his stiff cock as he watched her pleasure herself as if she were the only person in the room.

Debbie turned the vibrator off, sat it aside and slowly slipped two fingers inside herself. Rubbing her clit with her thumb, she moaned louder and her hips rose to push against her own hand. Her fingers slipped in and out of her wet pussy until her moans turned into the sweet sound of her bringing herself to climax. She rocked against her own hand until she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her breath short and raspy, and her body trembling. Finally she took her fingers out of her pussy and rubbed the cum from them across her nipples, then licked her fingertips.

All of the tension that she felt was long gone; she took a minute to recover from her orgasm, still purring with satisfaction. The idea of Joshua watching her had always been exciting but this had been more sensual than she had ever imagined. She could hear his heavy breathing and his low moans and she knew that he was ready to explode.

Slowly Debbie rolled over on the bed and positioned herself on her hands and knees so Joshua had a perfect view of her beautiful ass. Her knees parted; again, her hand went to her wet pussy. She slipped a finger inside herself and Antalya Travesti drew her moistness back across her stiff clit. Slow and steadily, she teased her clit, stroking, pinching between her fingertips, and then slipping her fingers back into her pussy. She began rocking back and forth against her fingers as she came closer and closer to orgasm.

In the shadows he could see her soft curls spread across her shoulders as she began to moan softly with pleasure once again. Joshua’s cock was rock hard and the pre-cum was dripping from him. He knew it was almost time. He couldn’t wait to touch her, but on the other hand, he couldn’t believe how arousing it was to be so close and watch her cum. As much as he couldn’t wait to taste her juices, he hated for this to end.

He had heard her cum dozens of times on the phone and he knew just when she was at the height of her orgasm. Her soft round ass was just inches away and she was fucking her fingers wildly now, as if he wasn’t in the room. All her inhibitions had faded away and she was in a world of her own.

Joshua knew what every sound that she made meant. He had heard them on the phone so many times, and dreamed about them at least as many times. When he finally heard the low sexy purr that came from somewhere deep within Debbie, it was time. He stood slowly and stepped close behind her; he slid his hands up her thighs and ran them across her ass. He slid his cock between her legs, but not inside her. Her pussy was hot and wet and he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

He slid his fingers across her wet clit, and then slipped one inside her, gently at first, then harder. Two fingers slid inside her pussy easily and again, she let out a seductive moan and began to grind against his hand. He reached for her breast with his other hand and gently pinched her hard nipple. He pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and sucked the cum off of them before he leaned over to kiss her beautiful ass.

Debbie trembled at his touch. His hands were warm and gentle on her skin, yet strong too. She parted her knees further, her ass in the air, anticipating his next move. He pulled her closer and finally guided his hard cock into her wet pussy. They both moaned with pleasure as he slowly filled her with his cock. Joshua’s hands on her ass, he began pumping her slowly and purposefully.

She met each stroke by grinding hard against him, her pussy tight around his cock, feeling him deep inside her. One hand on her ass, he explored Ataşehir Travesti her body with the other as he fucked her harder and deeper. Massaging a nipple, pinching it, cupping her breast. She slid her hand between her legs, and ran her fingertips beneath his balls as they slapped against her ass. She teased them as she pushed hard against him, feeling him in her so deep.

Joshua’s breath quickened and a moan came somewhere from deep within him. He gently grabbed a handful of her long, curly hair and began to pull on it. She moaned wildly and her own fingers went to her clit again. They fucked, his cock sliding in and out of her harder and faster; she was grinding hard against him, taking his long hard cock deep in her with every stroke, and massaging her clit harder and faster.

He tugged harder on her hair as her body exploded in waves of pleasure. He slammed his cock into her, moving his hands to her hips; he pulled her ass hard to him as he erupted inside her. She rocked her ass from side to side, squeezing every drop of cum from his cock, not wanting this to be over, never wanting him to pull out of her. Finally, still inside her, he pulled her back against him, his arms around her, caressing her, kissing her shoulders, smelling her hair.

They both knew their story. They had written it so many times, but neither had expected this to be so sensual, so fulfilling. Joshua’s fingers traced her face and he looked at her closely for the first time. He tried to memorize every curve of her face. They had agreed that this would only happen once, she had insisted on it, because of the distance that they lived apart but now, in the afterglow, he was not sure he could keep that promise. He looked into her eyes for some clue that she felt the same way.

She tried hard to keep the sadness from showing in her eyes. How could she let this man walk away as they had agreed, and never know more of him? How could she not experience all the rest that they could be together? She slid her hand to his cheek and lightly kissed his lips, the feel of his hands on her skin already burning a place in her memory. She knew that she could not let this man go.

In the soft glow of the candlelight he gently touched her face. As he kissed her lips, a tear slid down her cheek and he brushed it away with his thumb. He knew what she was thinking as she twisted a curl nervously around her finger. She had worried that if this tryst was ever to happen, that he wouldn’t really want her. That somehow she wasn’t attractive enough, or thin enough, or good enough to hold his interest for more than a night.

He pulled her close, holding her tight, his face buried in her hair and whispered, “Tomorrow.” He pulled himself away from her and slipped out the door, as quietly as he had entered.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Less than five minutes later, my cellphone rang. I looked at the number in amusement, knowing full well it was Danielle.

“Hey there, Danni Girl.” I said smugly. “Miss me already?”

“How the fuck did you do that?” she demanded. “You weren’t gone more than three minutes before my phone rang.”

“I told you how I was going to do it.” I replied coolly. “You just didn’t listen, or else you listened and didn’t believe me.”

“I didn’t believe you.” she admitted. “But I do now. And yes, you’ll have me all to yourself for the entire weekend. I lost the bet fair and square. I just can’t believe I lost it in less than three minutes, though. You can really do this regularly for me?”

“I can.” I said brightly. “And I look forward to fucking your brains out all weekend long. Since you are the exclusive agent on my new house, why don’t we spend it there? It’ll give me a nice cozy feeling when I move in. It’ll get you used to visiting me there too.”

“You are really confident about making this a business deal, aren’t you?” she wondered aloud. “If you can make those referrals on a steady basis, I don’t mind being your reward.”

“Spend the weekend with me, and it will be YOUR reward.” I said confidently. “Call me on Friday when you know what time you’ll be done, and I’ll meet you back there. Then, you can take me out for a prime rib dinner at Angie’s Riverfront Surf’n’Turf just like you promised, followed by some awesome sex afterwards. My mouth is watering already.”

“Okay Jack.” Danielle agreed. “I’ll see you sometime on Friday afternoon then.”

“Toodles.” I replied.

I disconnected the call and smiled to myself. She had no idea just how many contacts I had, but she was going to spend a lot of her spare time finding out, that was darned certain!

I was finishing up a proposal on Friday afternoon when the call came in. I had added Danielle’s name and number to my contact list, so I was excited to see her name on the call.

“Oh Danni Girl, my pipe- my pipe is waiting.” I sang quietly into the phone.

I heard her giggle on the other end at my sense of humor.

“I was wondering if we could renegotiate our deal a little.” she confessed. “I might be able to make it even better for you if you agree.”

“How so?” I inquired.

Needless to say, I was a little annoyed by all of this. Was she going to welsh on the bet or just delay it?

“I have the opportunity to close on a major sale tomorrow.” she explained. “It’s a 3.5 mil house on the lake, and it’s the only time he can meet me. My commission is over two hundred thousand, Jack! If we can reschedule until next weekend, it’s a three day weekend for the holiday, and I’ll be all yours. I’ll still meet you this afternoon and take you to dinner, and I’m yours tonight as well, as a thank you bonus. If you say yes, you’ve essentially just doubled your time with me.”

“I understand that things come up sometimes.” I responded accommodatingly. “I understand fully and have no problem with it. I look forward to a nice prime rib dinner with you at Angie’s.”

“You keep mentioning prime rib.” Danielle said with a laugh. “You really like it that much?”

“I do. I’d eat it every night if I could.” I replied. “When I was twenty, that’s what I did on my vacation. Two weeks of prime rib every night. Damn, it was good! Back then, you could get a room for twenty bucks and a prime rib dinner was less than fifteen. I sure do miss those days!”

“Was I even born then?” Danni mused.

“Not for a year or two.” I laughed. “What time?”

“I can head over there now.” she informed me. “I’d like to shower and make myself presentable though. After all, it’s our first deal.”

“Date.” I corrected her. “Our first date. There will be lots more too, I promise. I could use a shower myself, so why don’t we share it to break the ice?”

“Sounds good to me.” she whispered. “See you soon. I’m dying for some hot beef myself.”

“Good.” I responded. “Because I can’t take the smell of seafood. It’ll make me sick.”

“Really?” she inquired. “Why?”

“Long story.” I said vaguely. “I’ll tell you sometime, but for now let’s focus on having some delicious prime rib! See you soon.”

By the time I arrived at my future home, Danielle was just pulling into the driveway about a quarter of a mile in front of me. I got out of the car and greeted her with a smile and a kiss on the mouth. Too late, I wondered where her mouth had been in the last hour. Oh well.

“Congratulations on that sale!” I complimented her.

She was beaming broadly.

“Thanks!” she burst out. “That’s more than a two hundred grand commission, Jack! Holy shit! I can take the week off if I want to! And thank you for understanding. I appreciate it.”

“Why don’t you?” I inquired.

“Why don’t I what?”

“Take the week off.” I replied.

“I have an appointment on Tuesday.”

“So what? You just made a fifth of a million bucks. Reschedule it. I have nothing scheduled for next week either. Let’s take a road trip up to the mountains. We can get to know each other.”

Danielle Travesti seemed a little taken aback by my suggestion at first, but then nodded her head in agreement.

“Okay,” she concurred, “but it was with your friend Randy. Think he’ll understand?”

“Give him a rain check bonus too.” I offered. “He’ll understand.”

“You’re pretty generous with my time and body,” Danielle laughed, “but okay. I haven’t been to the mountains in years.”

“We can take the Blue Ridge Parkway.” I suggested. “It’ll be a nice drive with a lot of places we can go into a small town and get a place for the night.”

“Who’s paying for it?” she asked with a slight smile.

“We’ll go Dutch.” I responded. “Since this isn’t part of our deal, let’s just have some fun and split it. Live a little, would you Danni?”

She nodded in agreement.

“I’d like that.” she answered. “It’s not like either of us are hurting for cash. Okay Jack, let’s do it!”

She grabbed a bag from her car, which I assumed contained spare clothes and toiletries, and I followed her into the house. As soon as we were inside, Danielle locked the door behind us and began removing her clothes. When she was undressed and completely nude, she gazed at me.

“Your turn.” she said with an alluring smile.

I wasted no time in taking my clothes off as well. My penis stiffened as I continued staring at her gorgeous unclothed body. She wasn’t a twig; yet she wasn’t overweight either. She was in that comfortable “cuddly” range that fell somewhere in the middle. Her tits were somewhat pointy from the side, but from the front, they were wider than they were high, proving their firmness. I reached out and squeezed them gingerly, savoring the sensation of such solid tits in my hands.

“Mmm, nice and firm.” I murmured.

“Boob guy?” she inquired with a smile, a I continued playing with them.

“Oh yes.” I replied. “I usually like them soft and saggy, but some firm tits every now and then are a nice distraction.”

“I see.” Danielle responded. “Well, I have an idea, Jack. Since you like playing with my tits and I think we can agree that we’re both pretty horny right now, how about if I ride you while you squeeze my titties? Shoot it inside of me, and then we can take that shower together, so it’ll all rinse out.”

“I have no problems with that whatsoever.” I affirmed, as I followed her into the same bedroom as before. The air mattress was still there and ready to be used.

Danielle settled onto me, taking my cock into her wet cunt until she was all the way down. Then, she slowly began riding me like a pro. Oh yeah, she knew what she was doing alright! I reached up and squeezed her tits in my hands, savoring their firmness as I massaged them vigorously. She grunted in pleasure and nodded.

“That’s it, Jack! Squeeze them!” she directed. “Squeeze my titties, Jack. Squeeze ’em! Harder! Oh yeah, that’s the way I like it. Wring them like a sponge!”

I did as I was told, and was rewarded with an increased pace on my dick. In addition to the rhythm, she was squeezing her vaginal muscles on my cock to make it feel even tighter. It wasn’t long before I was ready to shoot my load inside her slippery, wet cunt.

“Oh Danni,” I whispered, “it feels so fucking nice!”

“Mmm,” she moaned, “it does.”

Suddenly, her cunt locked around my cock as she contracted in orgasmic waves. Rather than sliding up and down the shaft, it locked in place and started jerking me off. I lost all control as my own climax spurted several large globs deep inside her cunt from the sudden change in sensation.

“Oh shit, Danni!” I gasped. “Holy fucking shit, that felt so good!”

I squeezed her knobs a few more times before dropping back onto the air mattress to catch my breath.

“That was nice!” I panted. “Thank you.”

“It was,” she agreed, “and thank you too. I felt that shoot off inside of me, which is a rare treat. I always make my leg men wear a condom if they want to fuck me. It’s been a while since I’ve taken someone bareback. I’d forgotten how nice it feels.”

“Why me then?” I asked curiously.

Not that I was complaining mind you, but my curiosity was stoked by her comment. What made me special? Why had she taken my dick without protection?

“Well,” she said slowly, as she rose up and let my now-flaccid cock flop out, “it was a couple things, I guess. Branson mentioned you donate blood regularly, so I figured you had to be clean and careful. Second, I really am looking for a relationship. I’m very attracted to you, and if you can accept what I do – as long as you’re getting me leads – I’d like to be your girl. That’s why I want to do this road trip with you and why I took your wiener without a bun.”

“So it’s a relationship based on production.” I observed. “You’ll love me as long as I make your quota?”

“Not really.” she admitted. “I do like you, but I also need some assurances that you’ll contribute to this venture.”

I snickered before I could contain myself.

“What?” she demanded.

“Who wants to marry a gold digging whore?” Ankara Travesti I replied, referring to an old TV show where a millionaire had asked a woman to marry him on live TV only for her to have it annulled the following day, thinking the whole thing was a joke.

“Is that what you think of me?” she demanded. “I thought you wanted to fuck me anyway?”

“I did and I still do,” I replied as casually as I could, “but you are precariously close to losing sight of the difference between success and just plain sex. Money isn’t everything, Danni. Don’t base your life upon it.”

“Who the fuck are you to judge me?” she inquired angrily. “You don’t know me and I don’t owe you a fucking thing.”

“You are correct on both counts,” I agreed, “but you still need to realize that the best man in the world for you could be tossing newspapers three days a week. I know you want to be successful, but don’t lose track of what is truly important to you. If you do, you’ll wake up one morning, forty years old and still on your back.”

“Then tell me how else I can get ahead in this world!” she demanded. “You tell me how I can be successful in life as a woman, without using my body.”

“By using other people to do it for you.” I said coolly. “I told you before, you are one hell of a closer, but you absolutely suck at sales.”

Danielle looked confused.

“I don’t understand.” she responded.

“I know.” I said with a smile. “That’s why this coming week is going to be so important. It doesn’t matter if you understand or not, so long as we both benefit from this, correct?”

Danielle paused for a moment, thinking about what I had just said, then nodded.

“Good.” I continued. “I’m going to generate a plan to get so many clients your way, that you’re going to need assistants. Let them do all the dirty work and give you a commission for it, for doing absolutely nothing. If a big listing shows up, then you can take it on yourself and take all the profits for us.”

“Us?” Danielle inquired dubiously.

“Yep.” I replied straight and to the point. “I’ve got the brain; you’ve got the looks, so let’s make lots of money.”

It was another obscure reference that went over her head, but she was intrigued nonetheless.

“How?”

“Up until now, you’ve done okay for yourself, until you hit this big sale tomorrow.” I explained. “That was luck. Everything else has been rewarding a lead with sex. They come here and there, but mostly, you’re banking on a lead here and there that you can close on with just about 100% certainty. You reward that with sexual favors. No more.

“From here on out, I will act as your manager; getting you leads to offer through your agents. The client can pick the “agent” he wants, to represent him in the deal. She gives you a cut- I mean, percentage, in return. Sound familiar, Miss Kitty? When the big ones come through though, they all get routed directly to you so you can close them. We split everything right up the middle. No favors; just 50/50 on the profits, and you are my girl 100% of the time. That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

Danielle bit her lip, as she mentally sifted through the offer I had just made. Yes, I was offering for all intents and purposes to be her pimp, but with her as the madam; leaving most of the grunt work to others. Once in a while she’d have to work for it, but we’d both clean up on the commissions. She sighed deeply and nodded.

“You drive a hard bargain Jack,” she conceded, “But I’ll take you up on on it. Fifty percent is hefty, but if you can follow through, then I am in.”

“Something else to keep in mind.” I added.

“What’s that?”

“Even though we’re splitting it, it’s still in the same household.” I reminded her. “No matter how much we make, it’s still the same amount for our coffers.”

“Unless we get divorced.” Danielle piped up cutely. “Never know how a judge will rule in a divorce case. Especially if there’s kids involved.”

“What’s he going to rule on?” I asked bluntly. “If you get killed in a train accident, or somehow manage to get pulled into a mulcher while I’m clearing some trees… woo yikes, that would be bad. Not even a body to identify. Only DNA from all of the blood. All that hamburger and hair all over the place. Maybe an errant earring or other piece of jewelry stuck in a tree branch…”

“I get the point.” Danielle said sullenly. “Just stop, okay? I won’t get greedy; I promise. I was just testing you, that’s all. I shouldn’t have provoked you though. I made a mistake and I’m sorry, okay?”

“Good!” I replied cheerfully. “Then let us take that shower. Fucking you has made me so hungry! I am just dying for that juicy, prime rib dinner! Let’s get cleaned up now, so we can get just as dirty later on, okay?”

Danielle smiled weakly.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, “I’ve created a monster; ‘Fuckingstein.'”

“Nah, I was here all the time.” I responded. “I was glad to lurk in the shadows for a while I was observing you, but your behavior has led me to believe that all you are interested in, is sex and İstanbul Travesti money. Mostly money, but you seem to like combining the two. Am I wrong?”

Danielle shook her head.

“No.” she answered. “No, you aren’t wrong at all. I’m really driven, and it puts a lot of guys off. This is a way to get some steady sex while I’m making a good living on top of it.”

“Well, you can get plenty of that from me.” I assured her. “We can open our own agency like I said, and teach others your method of closing. Just save the really expensive ones for yourself and I’ll be okay with that, so long as it’s not on a regular basis, okay?”

She nodded and we stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run all over us. Our tongues met and we enjoyed a nice French kiss, as I fondled her firm, pointy tits once again. We somehow managed to get showered without getting too horny, and toweled off. We both dressed, and Danielle applied her makeup once again as I struggled to get the length on my tie correct. Finally, we were both rather presentable; her in a dress and heels, and me in a suit and tie.

“You look nice.” I complimented her. “Much different than a bathrobe and slippers.”

She chuckled.

“And you as well. Look at you, Mr. Big. All dandied up like you’re closing on a deal.”

“I am, remember?” I replied with a laugh.

“You got me there.” she agreed. “Ready?”

“I am. I’ll drive.”

We arrived at Angie’s Riverfront Surf’n’Turf, and I found a parking spot within easy walking distance. The restaurant had a good reputation and excellent location; right on the river. Since it was Friday evening, I grew a little uneasy at the line outside the door. We threaded our way inside to the cash register, where a pleasant looking woman greeted us.

“Welcome to Angie’s.” she said with a smile. “Do you have a reservation?”

I was about to open my mouth and say no, when Danielle cut me off.

“Two for Thomas.” she interjected.

I shrugged and followed the maitre d’ to a table overlooking the still water of the river. Technically, it was the headwaters of a large man made lake, but since it was only the width of the river with a shallow cove here and there, it wasn’t considered part of the lake. We were seated and handed our menus with a smile.

“You server will be with you shortly.” she said.

“You made reservations?” I asked, as I opened my menu. “And seriously, your last name is Thomas?”

“My parents had a sense of humor.” she replied. “I guess they thought Danni Thomas was cute. That’s why I go by Danielle as my professional name.”

Our waitress arrived and greeted us.

“My name is Sherry, and I’ll be your server this evening.” she said pleasantly. “May I get you something to drink?”

“I would like a glass of milk and a glass of room temperature water.” I replied.

“I’ll have a glass of water with lemon,” Danni added, “and a bottle of Dom Perignon with dinner, please.”

“Cuvee or Brut?” Sherry inquired.

“Brut. I’m in the mood to celebrate.” Danielle replied.

“I guess so.” Sherry responded. “You do know that’s over seven hundred dollars a bottle? Perhaps you would care for the Cuvee instead? It’s only a hundred seventy five dollars.”

My eyes widened. Seven hundred dollars for a bottle of champagne?! What the hell was in it? I’d heard of Dom Perignon before, but had no idea who it was named for. Perhaps he was a very successful French realtor.

“Seven hundred dollars?” I echoed. “For a bottle of wine?”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Jack.” she answered. “I’m buying, remember? I’ll take the Brut.”

I looked at Sherry and shrugged.

“I’d hate to see what you order on our wedding night.” I muttered.

“Oh, that would be a bottle of Jack Danielle’s.” she quipped.

“I’ll have the sixteen ounce cut of the prime rib, medium;” I continued, “with a baked potato; sour cream and butter. Caesar salad.”

“Very good,” Sherry said with a nod, “and you?”

“I’ll have a giant lobster. The biggest one you have.”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “I told you I-“

Danielle burst out laughing.

“I’m teasing you!” she giggled.

She turned back to Sherry.

“I’ll have the same as him, except the twelve ounce cut instead. Seems like we share a lot of tastes.”

Sherry nodded and left.

“Except for semen.” I mumbled.

Danielle laughed again.

“Had you going there for a sec, didn’t I?” she asked. “You should have seen the look on your face. So tell me, why don’t you like the smell of lobster?”

“It’s not just lobster, it’s anything that has that smell. Lobster, crab, shellfish; if it’s a disgusting bottom feeder, the smell will make me puke.”

“Because of what they eat?” she asked, her eyes wide. “It tastes good.”

“No, it’s just that they all have the same smell.” I explained. “You see, my mother drowned at the beach when she was ten or eleven.”

“Then how’d she have you?” Danielle inquired before I could finish telling the story.

“Because she obviously survived.” I answered in an irritated tone. “Some guy rescued her and brought her back with CPR. It terrified her though, and justly so. The problem is that it was passed on to me. I hate the water. I’m afraid of it; especially the ocean. That smell just sets it off. It will literally make me sick to my stomach.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Special thanks to Beci they were friends, true probably now more then just friends, but he knew still that Carrie was her own person and someone who didn’t want to be controlled by men.

Instinctively Will had pushed the button for the floor of the hotel that he was staying on. As the doors opened it dawned on him that though Carrie was still holding on to him that she might want to be alone in her room. “Well this is my stop,” Will said still holding Carrie, “would you like me to walk you to your room?”

Being alone in her room and apart from Will was the last thing that Carrie wanted. “No…would it be okay with you if…well if I went to your room instead?” Carrie asked not moving from, or letting go of Will.

“Of course you can come to my room…you’re always welcome to keep me company.” Will said as he and Carrie released their hold of each other. Stepping off the elevator and in to the hallway leading to Will’s room they immediately grasped the other’s hand. Anyone seeing them as they walked down the hallway would have assumed that they were very much a couple in love. With each step it was as if the scene from the lobby dissolved from their memories.

Neither Will nor Carrie spoke as they silently headed to Will’s room. Each was not sure how to say what was truly on their mind. Will throughout the day had kept reminding himself that they lived in very different parts of the country and that the chances of this new development in their friendship continuing was not likely to continue after the reunion was over tomorrow. Sure, they would undoubtedly now stay in contact with each other but as far as actually being able to be together face to face just didn’t seem to be a real possibility.

Carrie for her part was trying to figure out just how to keep this new part of their lives from slipping away. What she wanted now was for them to be a couple, or at least see if they could survive as a couple. She knew that each would have to make sacrifices for this to work and she was quickly vowing to make whatever sacrifices needed to be made to have Will permanently in her life. Still she had to consider her three children. Sure, they did seem to be handling her separation from Dan but how would they react if she left Dan and began a life with Will? “Stop this…you don’t even know if Will wants this…well, what ever this is to continue after this weekend,” thought Carrie grasping Will’s hand just a little tighter.

Arriving at his room Will opened the door and let Carrie enter first as he closed the door behind them. “Will, do you mind if I stay here with you tonight,” Carrie asked as she sat down on the couch in the living room of Will’s suite. Emotionally drained she didn’t want to be alone or away from him.

“Sure, go ahead and make yourself comfortable. You can make us a drink if you want…let me check with the front desk to see if either one of us has any messages.” Walking in to the bedroom Will called the desk and inquired as to what had happened to Steve. The hotel manager assured Will that the both of them had no need to worry about the rather unpleasant incident happening again. He went on to inform Will that the police had arrived and taken Steve to jail. Apparently there had been a warrant for his arrest for not appearing in court on several DUI charges. Will then inquired if any messages had been left for either him or Carrie. The manager informed him that no calls had been received for either of them, Will then thanked him for all that the hotel had done for them and said good bye.

Returning to the living room Will found Carrie curled up asleep on the couch. Picking her up, being careful not to awaken her, Will carried her to the bed and covered her. Bending down he tenderly kissed her head. Standing back up Will turned off the light and returned to the living room. He had some decisions to make and to make them he needed to get on his laptop.

Logging on he went to his e-mail to see if his latest proposal Antalya Travesti to the board of his company had been approved. While being the founder of the company which had been an outlet for his musical creativity and burgeoning love of the computer industry; he now wanted to enjoy the fruits of many years of guiding the company to financial success. He was very pleased to read that the board had indeed approved of his hand picked replacement as CEO. The best part was that he retained his majority stockholding. Will now was free to live his life. Now he only hoped that Carried would become a permanent part of his life. Still he wasn’t quite sure as to how to even bring up the subject.

Slipping out of his clothes Will went to the bedroom to finally rest after a long and unbelievable day. Apparently while he had been using his laptop Carrie had wakened briefly enough to shed her clothes and crawl back underneath the covers. As he climbed in to bed and under the covers next to her Carrie immediately curled up next to him; “I love you.” she mumbled in her sleep. Will froze…did she really just say that she loved him? Was she even aware of what she had said or was she having a dream and saying that to someone else? Closing his eyes and wrapping his arm around her, Will fell asleep dreaming of how life with Carrie could be.

Chapter 5

As Will slowly awakened he reached over to where Carrie should have been only to find that he was alone in the bed. Still not fully awake he started to believe that the day before with Carrie hadn’t really happened but was nothing more then a rather vivid dream. Wiping the sleep from his barely opened eyes he noticed a note taped to the mirror above the dresser of his hotel room. Getting up, Will walked over to the mirror to see what the note might say:

Will,

I didn’t want to wake you up when I got up this morning.

Need to go to my room for some fresh clothes. Call me in room number 5309 when you see this.

Love, Carrie

Smiling, Will realized that the wonderful day that yesterday had been really had happened. Looking in the mirror he realized he had not been this happy for quite some time. Rather then dialing the number for Carrie’s room, Will decided to surprise her by showing up at her door. Making a quick trip to the floral shop in the hotel’s lobby Will picked up a combination of white and red roses. He wasn’t even sure if she liked roses but decided to take the chance anyway. “Beautiful roses for a beautiful lady,” he said to himself. As he rode the elevator to floor that Carrie’s room was on he grew nervous as to what he was going to say.

While he knew that she would now forever be a part of his life, he wanted more then anything to have her in the same town and house sharing that life together. As the elevator doors opened Will took a deep breath and walked down the hallway. Standing in front of her door, Will hesitated before knocking. He knew that once he said what he wanted to say that there would be no taking the words back. Carrie would either agree to what he was going to propose or she would reject his desire to spend the rest of their lives together.

Just as Will was about the knock, Carrie opened the door. “I was just about to come see if you had seen the note that I left. I tried calling your room but you didn’t answer.” It was then that Carrie noticed the rather large bouquet of roses that Will was carrying and smiled. “Why don’t you come in. I’m almost finished getting ready.”

As Carrie turned and made her way back to the bedroom of her suite Will stepped in to the room. Closing the door behind him, he placed the bouquet on the table and sat down on the couch.

“So what would you like to do today before we have to meet everyone else tonight at the restaurant,” Will asked. As Carried emerged from the bedroom Will could only stare. “You’re…,” was all he could say. Every time that Will saw Carrie she seemed to be more beautiful Konya Travesti then before.

For her part Carrie was falling deeply in love with Will. The man that he had become was something she had seen a hint of when they had been friends in college. Now before her was that man. Smiling at Will’s lost for words, “So I take it that you approve of my outfit.” Carrie said walking up to him and kissing him.

As they kissed, each thought of not wanting to be apart from the other, not knowing that other wanted to be together forever as well. As their kisses grew more passionate they became lost to the world around them. Neither of them had heard the phone in Carrie’s suite ringing, it wasn’t until the sound of knocking on the door that the two were brought back to reality. Looking at each other there was a look of yearning for each other, with a look of disappointment for having been interrupted.

“Are you expecting somebody?” Will asked still holding Carrie close to him. “No, I haven’t been expecting anyone,” Carrie said looking up at Will. “I’m not done with you…but let me see who it is…maybe it’s just somebody from room service wanting to clean.”

Carrie, turning towards the door, was hoping that it was just room service. She desperately wanted to know if Will was feeling the same way about this new part of their friendship. Whoever was knocking though was apparently growing impatient at being made to wait as the knocking was getting louder with each passing second.

When Carrie opened the door there was no way that she could have expected to see who was standing before her. “Jessica!” Carrie shouted. Jessica Stewart had been one of the other cheerleaders at the university and had been one of her closest friends back then. “How did you ever find me here? I thought that I had snuck in to town.” Carrie said giving a Jessica hug and asking her in to the room.

“Well I actually had called your house last night to see if you had decided to come. Tabitha said that you had asked her to watch your house while you were gone for the weekend.” As Jessica was saying this she couldn’t help notice that Carrie was not alone. “So are you going to introduce me, or do I have to guess as to who this man might be,” Jessica said walking over to where Will was standing, eyeing him up and down. “Damn, I hope that they aren’t a couple,” Jessica thought to herself, “it’s been a while since I got laid and by the looks of him I bet he fucks like a race horse.”

Carrie knew that look in Jessica’s eye and she knew exactly what she was thinking. She had seen Jessica look this way at many boys back in college right before she had taken them back to her apartment only later to tell Carrie in explicit detail as to what she had done with them and to them. “But to answer your question this is a close friend of mine, Will Morris.”

For his part Will also knew that look in Jessica’s eyes. While he hadn’t really known her when they all were in college, he knew enough about women to usually know what they were thinking and in this case he was sure that given the opportunity Jessica would avail herself to him if he so desired. But he also knew that who he wanted to be with forever was Carrie and he wasn’t going to let some fling, albeit a most likely torrid fling, come in between the love he was rapidly developing for Carrie. As Carrie positioned herself between him and Jessica he wrapped his arms around her waist slowly pulling her closer to him.

As she felt Will wrap his arms around her waist Carrie knew that Jessica was not going to be a threat to their burgeoning relationship. Still she wondered, had Will initially felt some sort of sexual attraction to her when she had walked in to the room? After all, Will was a man and a damn good lover who knew how to bring so very much pleasure to a woman. A part of her wondered what it would be like to see him fucking Jessica.

“Well why don’t we order some room service and get caught İzmir Travesti up. You can tell me all about what you have been up to,” Carrie said motioning Jessica to sit on one of the couches in the suite, “Will why don’t you call and order us all something for lunch, I’m sure we can trust you.”

“Better yet why don’t I give you two lovely ladies sometime to catch up with each other? I’m going to go down to the front desk to see if this one Italian restaurant that use to be here in town is still open. If so, then I’ll order some appetizers and maybe a pizza and then go pick it up. How about if I come back in about an hour and a half with lunch? That should give you two a chance to catch up.” Will was also thinking it would give him a bit longer to figure out what he wanted to say to Carrie. When he had wrapped his arms around her just now it felt just so right, and some how he could sense that the feelings he had were being shared by her as well. “Okay, I’m off…don’t you two get too wild while I’m gone.”

Chapter 6

Little did Will know how prophetic those words were to become for as soon as the door had closed behind him an uneasy tension filled the room. While they were in college there had been the typical lesbian experimentation one night between Carrie and Jessica after a night of a little too much partying. For Carrie it had just been an experiment, a pleasant one but she simply preferred men while after college Jessica had committed to a bisexual life style. But the problem for Jessica had been that none of the women she had been with since that night had quite measured up to the pure sexual power that Carrie possessed. While earlier Carrie had worried about Jessica making a move on Will, she was now just as worried that Jessica was going to want to relive that night they had shared.

“So does he know that you’re in love with him,” Jessica asked Carrie as the door closed. “What…wait…how do you know that I’m in love with him?” Carrie fumbled for the words. This question totally threw Carrie for a curve. She had totally expected Jessica to make a move on her, but instead she wanted to know if Will knew she was in love with him. Love was the one word that scared her throughout her life. In fact, it was the one word that she had even taught Will to be one hundred percent sure he meant and felt should he ever believe that he was in love with somebody. The one time in her life that she thought she might have been truly in love was with Dan…the man that seemed to be the escape out of the house she had grown up in, only to discover much, much too late that while she cared deeply for Dan, she had not really been in love with him.

“I haven’t told him…I’m…I’m not sure if I’m really in love with him or if it’s something else,” Carrie said not looking Jessica in the eyes.

“Ah, so you have fucked him…haven’t you,” Jessica said laughing, “you’re such a little slut.”

“Oh god…you think…well, I didn’t mean to fuck him…well at least not the first time.” Carrie just couldn’t help but smile and laugh hearing herself say that out loud.

“Wait, how many times have you two fucked?” Jessica asked. “I want details, and don’t you dare leave out any of the really juicy stuff.”

Carrie wasn’t sure if she was ready, or even wanted to share the details of what had happened between her and Will. But she thought that if she told Jessica everything that had happened; perhaps it would help her to sort things out in her own mind. “Okay, I hadn’t really plan on seeing Will. In fact I was just going to maybe meet somebody else while I was in town.”

Soon as she had said this Jessica raised her eyebrow and was getting ready to say something. Not wanting to go in to the details of the disastrous events of the night before she quickly continued relating the events concerning Will. “I was getting ready to leave the hotel through the lobby. I wasn’t really watching were I was going and as I was about to exit the hotel I bummed in to somebody. When I looked up I was stunned to discover that it was Will.” What she also failed to mention that while she been masturbating in her room a short time before that that she had mentally saw his face just as she came while fucking herself.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32