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“This should be fun. A Halloween party in a real haunted house. Don’t you think it’ll be fun, Bill?”

“Um-yeah, sure. I’m sorry. I’m having a bit of trouble with the GPS. Yes, it should be fun. Kevin’s put a lot of work into this place. And the ghost is just rumors, sweetie. I don’t think you should mention it to Kevin.” Patricia is the love of my life, and while she looks like a real California babe, her Chinese heritage shows through in some of the oddest ways. She loves gambling. And she’s quite superstitious. Ok, those are terribly racist stereotypes, but there you are. I never should have mentioned the ghost story associated with Kevin’s house.

“Oh, I won’t. But it’s exciting, don’t you think? There’ll be lots of people there, right? I’ll bet a lot of them are thinking about it, don’t you Bill?”

Patricia only chatters like that when she’s nervous. She must be more concerned about the supposed ghost than I realized. Damn! I should never have mentioned it to her! Damn Kevin! So proud of that story. It’s interesting but he was always talking it up, and I didn’t mean for Patricia to get scared. If she talks to Kevin, he’s going to go on and on about the murder and the noises and Patricia’s going to be so scared. She won’t enjoy the party at all and she’ll probably be edgy all weekend. Shit!

Patricia chattered on, but I had to focus on driving. Kevin’s party started at 9:00 and this time of year, it got dark about 6:30. And we’d never been to his house before and he lived so damnably far out in the country. I suppose it’s pretty but I couldn’t see a thing. I…here’s the turn-off…a left…there was the driveway. At least Kevin had lighted the driveway and the yard in front of the house. Maybe ten cars were already there.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful. I can’t believe it’s haunted. You don’t think it’s really haunted, do you, Bill?” Patricia was still on edge. I could hear the tension in her voice, now that I could really pay attention. Poor baby! I’ll have to stay close and calm her down. I walked around the car to get her door. She enjoyed being the object of these old-fashioned courtesies, as long as it was clear that I didn’t assume she needed to have them done.

“M’dear. Shall we?” I watched her legs, exposed as she got out of the car. Patricia was not particularly buxom, but she had incredibly beautiful legs. She was wearing a Cleopatra costume – a long white skirt, slit nearly to her waist on both sides, a golden bra, lots of jewelry, heavy make-up, high strappy sandals. She didn’t need a wig – her thick, dark hair and customary Bette Page cut were perfect. OK, her outfit wasn’t authentic, but it was very sexy. I was Marc Anthony, I think. Kind of a pseudo Roman soldier. Maybe Julius Caesar. Costumes are really more Patricia’s department than mine.

Patricia took my arm and we walked towards the door. There were another twenty or so cars parked in the side yard. Good. The party was big enough to keep Patricia busy. She wouldn’t think about ghosts.

“Hey! Glad you could make it!” Kevin called from the far corner of the house. “The party’s around back.”

Patricia’s heels slowed us a bit crossing the lawn. But I enjoyed the way she hung on my arm. She’s so beautiful, so loving. We really needed to spend more time together. I’d been working too hard lately. Well, as the holidays come, things will slow down and Patricia and I can catch up.

We walked around the corner to see Kevin – dressed in a tuxedo – with a martini glass in his hand, chatting with a very curvaceous Marilyn Monroe and someone vaguely resembling John Kennedy. Scattered around the bar and pool area were maybe twenty other costumed individuals, with a high percentage of vampires and a few werewolves. That “Twilight” influence, no doubt. I led Patricia toward Kevin, partially out of a desire to get drinks and partially out of curiosity. It wasn’t at all obvious just who – or what – he was supposed to be.

That matter was settled when Kevin said, “Bond. James Bond,” as we approached. Apparently we were not the first unable to decipher his costume. Kevin fancied himself a dashing figure, so the costume choice made sense. Shaking my hand, he called, “Lisa, come meet Patricia and what’s his name!” Then, to us, “Bill, what’re you drinking? Patricia?”

A stunning auburn-haired woman wearing a red spandex strapless dress, several sizes too small, came over. “Hello, Patricia. I’m Lisa. Guess who I am, Bill.” As far as I could tell, the only clues beyond her skin-tight dress, which was slit on the side up to her waist, were too much make-up and opera gloves.

“Uh…Lucille Ball?” I knew I was wrong, but I really had no idea. Sexy, obviously, red-head, but beyond that…

Patricia, however, was much sharper than I. “Jessica Rabbit, of course. What a great idea, Lisa. You look perfect! Doesn’t she look great, Bill? Lisa, are you going to sing for us, too?”

Lisa giggled. “I don’t know. Maybe. You’re so sweet.”

Kevin etiler escort brought over a Scotch and soda for me and a strawberry daiquiri for Patricia. “Do you need another drink, sweetie?” This last was directed to Lisa. “I’m going to play bartender for a while longer, then let everyone fend for themselves.”

Patricia and Lisa were sitting on a lounger, talking about the house. I noticed that Patricia was drinking faster than usual – another sign that she was nervous. A couple of other women joined them – a vampire and, I think, Pat Benatar. Kevin retreated to the bar, leaving me to fend for myself.

I’m not terribly comfortable at parties, and even less so when wearing a skirt. So I took a deep drag on the Scotch and looked around to see who I might know. No such luck. Between the relatively weak light and the costumes, I was lost. I don’t like sports, I don’t follow popular television, I don’t garden, we don’t have kids…in short, I don’t know anything suitable for small talk except the weather. And I don’t like talking about the weather. So I called out to Patricia, “Sweetie, I’m going to look around inside,” and then went into the house. Patricia smiled and nodded, but didn’t reply. She did, however, take the second drink Kevin offered.

The house was amazing. Impeccably decorated in American country style, it was hard to imagine that a year ago this was practically a shell. Kevin had invested major bucks in remodeling and furnishing his home.

I wandered about the downstairs for a while. Kevin might be a bit pretentious, but he did have an excellent collection of guitars. Not untouchable collectors’ items, real players. He and I jammed occasionally and I knew he wouldn’t mind. He had a 1948 Martin OOO-28 that I loved playing, and a recent Guild A-150 archtop that had the most beautiful tone. I’m not good, but I do enjoy playing and it would be a great way to kill 30-45 minutes, long enough to make the party more bearable and short enough not to get me in trouble with Patricia. She thought I was too unsocial.

I wasn’t the only one. Ken Ford, one of our hardware guys, was there already picking around on a Loar mandolin. Like me, Ken wasn’t really a party kind of guy. He, at least, was dressed appropriately – overalls, a flannel shirt, Wolverine boots. He looked like a bluegrass musician. I looked like an idiot, wearing a toga and playing “Roll in My Sweet Baby’s Arms.” But it was fun. Rolly Williams joined us and we played for what seemed like an hour or so.

“Ken, come on. We better go.” A very attractive Daisy Mae called from the doorway. “Most of the people have already left. Do you know where Kevin is?”

Ken jumped up. “Nope. Haven’t seen him. How late is it?”

I glanced at the mantel clock – and realized it hadn’t moved since I entered. My cell, however, told the truth…we’d been jamming for over three hours! Patricia was going to be quite pissed! Shit! Was I in trouble!

Rolly and I followed Ken and his girlfriend back outside. Kevin was nowhere to be found. There were still a few cars scattered about, but no one was in sight. I was in deep do-do. Patricia really disliked what she considered my refusal to socialize. I was going to have to be especially careful if I wanted to avoid a major argument. And I did want to avoid any argument.

I said good-night to Ken and his girlfriend, who promptly left. Rolly and I looked around the large yard for Kevin with no success. “Well, I came stag, so unless you want to go jam some more, I’m outa here.”

“No. I’d like that, but I think I’d better find my wife. ‘Night, Rolly.”

I really wanted to find Patricia. Did she get a cab and go? No, not likely. She didn’t bring any money. Kevin might have given her some, but he probably would have talked her into waiting for me first. Lisa? No, she would have followed Kevin’s lead, probably. But then where were they? Her cell went straight to voicemail.

I looked around the downstairs again, again marveling at how much money Kevin must have sunk into remodeling. In one room, a television was playing, yet you couldn’t hear it at all in the next room when the door was closed. I realized that meant I need to check every closed room, because the party might have migrated to behind closed doors. It also meant that calling out was no sure thing.

Exhausting the rooms downstairs, I moved upstairs. This was a little more touchy…I didn’t want Kevin to think I was snooping, but I did need to find Patricia.

What I took to be the master bedroom was immediately at the head of the stairs. Nothing. Grand, but empty. I did notice that Kevin had mirrors on the ceiling as well as one mirrored wall. But no people. Same for both upstairs baths (one with a jacuzzi), and the other three bedrooms. Jeez, what kind of entertaining did Kevin do, that he needed so much space?

I almost overlooked a door at the end of the upstairs corridor. It was quite ordinary, and eskort istanbul not well lit. It could have been a closet, but instead it opened to reveal a dim set of stairs.

At the top, there stretched a long hall leading back across the house. A full third story. Of course, up here was the supposed murder room, where the deed was done. It was probably once servants’ quarters. Kevin never explained what he’d had done to them. Silence. I’d need to inspect each room, I suppose.

I opened the door nearest me, and realized the room was quite large, maybe stretching along the entire length of the hall. My end was dark, but there was light at the opposite end. People were gathered about. A bit odd. Then I realized what I was seeing.

Patricia was lying across a large ottoman, flat on her back, legs in the air, with Kevin firmly holding her hips as he thrust into her. Another man had his cock in her mouth. She had her chin tilted up, and was taking his cock balls-deep into her mouth. There were three other men, all naked from the waist down. Hidden in the darkness, I was paralyzed. My wife was being gang-banged, and my boss was leading the way!

The man she was sucking stiffened and cried out, “Oh god yes! Swallow it, bitch!” I heard Patricia making noises somewhere between gagging and slurping. The man – I could finally tell it was Todd from sales – stepped back, drawing his rapidly deflating cock from my wife’s mouth. She actually kissed his cock as he pulled away, and a long thread of cum formed between the mushroom-like head of his cock to her lovely soft lips. Her pink tongue darted out, pulling his slime in.

She gasped. Kevin had not paused in his pounding.

“Uh…uh…uh..So good. Yes. Uh…uh…uh…oh god yes.” Patricia was aggressively thrusting her ass against him. Patricia never acted like this with me. “Uh…yes…fuck me…so good.” With each thrust, there was a little squishing sound and an off-white, gooey substance had formed a ring joining his cock to her pussy. Each time he drew back, his engorged cock was shiny with their juices. Each thrust forward forced more fluid from her.

He was much bigger than I, but her pussy accommodated him easily.

Mike stepped up to her face, his erection practically pulsing. My beloved wife took his cock in her right hand and guided it into her mouth, her left hand pulling and twisting at her left breast. From the way she arched her back and the almost-stifled mewing noises, I realized she was cumming. Cumming while sucking Mike, who she claimed to find repulsive. Of course, Kevin was doing his best to fuck her brains out.

I realized I was stroking my cock under my tunic. It was rapidly hardening and precum was already wetting the head. My beautiful Patricia was being such a perfect slut! I wanted to go closer, to step into the room, to take part…but I didn’t want it to stop and the sudden appearance of a husband might just have that reaction.

Kevin, meanwhile, had reached his limit. Patricia’s legs had wrapped around him tightly, practically burying his cock inside her. This was more than he could handle. “Oh yeah baby! Squeeze that pussy tight! Oh yeah! Fuck, yeah!” Someone walked up behind Kevin – Lisa! She put her arms around him.

“Pump her full, baby! She loves it! You love this, don’t you, you slut! Fill her, baby! Oh god I hope you knock her up.”

Kevin was still standing, locked in the grip of Patricia’s hips and thighs. He made several, small spasms-draining his cock, most likely. Then he grasped her legs and pushed them apart, freeing himself, and stepped back. There was a soft “plop” as his cock pulled out of my wife’s pussy.

“Oh, sweetie, look at all the cum! You really shot your load! And her pussy looks so inviting, all lubed up and open. Who’s next?” Lisa directed this last to the group of men waiting their turn.

“Shit. I want more of that pussy.” Darryl Nelson, from shipping, stepped forward. Darryl’s black and while Patricia isn’t exactly racist, she is pretty old-fashioned. I was about to discover how she felt about fucking a black guy. A black guy with a huge cock. Maybe even bigger than Kevin’s monster. Then I realized what Darryl had said. Apparently, he had already fucked Patricia. I wondered how she felt about that.

Apparently Patricia felt pretty good about it, because she spread her legs wide. Her left hand had moved to her clit and she was rapidly approaching another powerful orgasm. She was gasping for breath around Mike’s cock. She was making a continuous “Uhn, uhn, uhn,” incoherent but clearly conveying the pleasure she was experiencing.

Darryl put the head of his cock at her oozing pussy and rubbed it around a bit. “Gotta lube it up. Don’t want to tear this sweet piece.” Patricia had switched back to her mewing noise and was rocking her hips, eager to get that beautiful black cock in her. Darryl simply pushed and slid in. Patricia arched high and emitted as loud an “Ahhhhhh” escort levent as Mike’s cock permitted. “Get out of there, man. You gonna choke her. Let her enjoy being fucked by a real man, dude.” Darryl was moving slowly, deliberately. In, out, in, out. Mike pulled out, not satisfied but not willing to challenge Darryl’s authority. Patricia never even opened her eyes. She was arched and making her mewing sounds again. My god, was she orgasming? She was…a series! Each thrust of Darryl’s cock brought a new climax! Her hands were pulling both breasts now. Her nipples were hard little buttons. Darryl was thrusting faster now, and Kevin’s cum was being forced from Patricia’s pussy, making a frothy lube for that huge cock.

“This bitch can fuck! I never saw an Asian chick take black cock so eagerly. Woo she good!” Darryl was smiling and enjoying my lovely wife’s tight little pussy. That is, if it’s still tight. Who am I kidding? It has to be tight for Darryl’s cock, although it probably wouldn’t feel tight for me ever again.

Lisa seemed fascinated by that black rod sliding in and out of Patricia’s golden pussy. I admit, it was beautiful, in a strange way. It dawned on me that Patricia’s mews corresponded to Darryl’s withdrawals – almost as if she was sad to not be filled. My cock was throbbing. I had watched my lovely wife service four guys and she showed no sign of stopping.

Lisa suddenly leaned over and kissed her. Passionately, with lots of tongue. As far as I knew, Patricia had never kissed a woman, had no lesbian experiences, but she responded wholeheartedly. When Lisa raised her head, Patricia eagerly kept contact, even wrapped an arm around Lisa’s neck. Darryl smiled. “Yeah, baby. Do it. You eat this other hot bitch while I fuck you.” To Lisa, “You. Take your dress off and sit on her face.”

Not needing encouragement, Lisa pushed her dress down, stepped out of it, and straddled my baby’s face. Lisa’s skin was tanned – everywhere – and her breasts were much larger than Patricia’s. Fake, I think. Like Patricia, she was shaved smooth, but unlike Patricia, she had a little tattoo just above her pussy. I couldn’t be sure but it looked like a dragon.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, that’s nice, baby. Yeah. Lick me. Yeah. OH. Ah…ah…ah…oh, yeah.” Patricia had reached around Lisa’s lovely ass and first massaged, then probed Lisa’s butt with her fingers, eliciting surprise, then pleasure from the woman.

Still pumping Patricia with deep, hard strokes, Darryl reached around Lisa and squeezed those huge melons. Lisa squealed and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh god this is so good.” She leaned back, eventually contacting Darryl’s chest.

Kevin, excited vicariously by the sight of this incredible threesome, knelt at Lisa’s crouch. “You like this, don’t you, bitch? You like being a cum dump. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, bitch?”

At first, I thought he was addressing Lisa, but as I realized I was wrong, I heard Patricia’s muffled voice, “Yes…Ah…I love…it…AH…Thank…you…OH…oh…oh…yessss…oh…”

“I knew you would. You’re a great cunt, Patricia. You’re such a good fuck. I think you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had…so tight, so smooth, so wet. I can’t believe Bill has such luck.” Kevin started stroking Lisa’s clit, which caused an immediate response. Lisa’s eyes grew wide, her mouth opened and she started gasping. Not seconds later, she jumped up.

“Oh, god, too sensitive! Oh, that was incredible! She’s incredible! You’ve got to do her mouth, lover. Suck my man, slut! Take him all in.” Lisa took Kevin’s now engorged cock and gently pulled him to Patricia’s mouth.

Both of Patricia’s cheeks were glistening with Lisa’s juices, and maybe the juices of the men she’d sucked earlier. I was transfixed, watching her arch her neck and stretch to get Kevin’s cock. Darryl’s firm grip on her body didn’t allow her much movement, but she was eager to realize Lisa’s wish.

Darryl was starting to make grunting noises. Patricia had wrapped her legs around him as she had done earlier with Kevin. Darryl’s width had practically forced her into a perfect split, but it also meant that his massive cock was nearly buried inside her. Her abdomen bulged a bit with each thrust. Her left hand was aggressively massaging her clit while her right was firmly gripping Kevin’s cock, guiding him into her sweet mouth. Her lips were stretched about his girth, an odd symmetry to the way Darryl stretched her vaginal lips. She was making the mewing noise again, which by now the audience had decoded.

“Yeah, bitch. You love this. Darryl’s going to fill you up, bitch. I want you to cum. I want you to love this. We’re going to fuck you every week, bitch.” Kevin was holding her hair, vigorously fucking her face. My sweet bride buckled and moaned, clearly experiencing an intense orgasm. Her actions brought both Kevin and Darryl over the edge.

“Uhnnn, uhnnn, yeah…oh…nice. Yeah.” Darryl had stopped thrusting, buried completely in my loving wife. His sweat dripped onto her belly. “Mmmmm. You is one good fuck, bitch. I could do you again and again. I think I’d like that, yeah. Would you like that, bitch?”

Patricia was too busy swallowing Kevin’s load to make a noise, but she nodded.

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Janet looked at Shelly with disbelief, then said to their table-guest “Excuse us for a moment, would you?” and dragged her out of his earshot. “Shelly, just what in the HELL do you think you’re doing?”

Shelly put her hands on Janet’s shoulders, glanced back at Jeff, then grinned at her. “Baby, I’m just trying to get both of us well and properly LAID by this attractive, available man who has spent a good part of the day with us, with whom we’ve had a fine time so far, and who is very obviously interested! Even better, he’s interested equally in BOTH of us, which is rare! It’s even better than THAT, Dear… on top of all that, he looks like he has the experience and physical conditioning to be able to actually HANDLE the both of us. With some guidance and encouragement, of course.”

Janet gaped at her friend, tried to respond intelligently, but only managed to say “BOTH of us?”

Shelly looked at her hard, then grinned, nodded firmly, patted her on the arm, and said “Yep. Both. The two of us. Together. Bofus. Tout les deux. Simultaneously. In the same bed all together, one hopes! Got it?”

Janet looked not so much upset as thoroughly puzzled and quite uncertain as to what to do. She finally asked, “Shelly, tell me… is this a normal behavior for you? I mean,…” She sputtered to a stop.

Shelly shook her head, and said quickly “No, of course not. I’m winging it entirely. I’ve never shared a man with a girlfriend… at least, not simultaneously and knowingly! But what the hell? We’re older and wiser now, aren’t we? Anyhow, we’re thousands of miles from home, and on vacation. Nothing venture, etcetera, and also Carpe Diem! Janet, love, this isn’t complicated – it sure as hell isn’t rocket science! Just basic SEX. Now, will you PLEASE act like a forty-two year old and try to get that blushing-innocent flush off your face? It’s cute, but out of place! It really is! I’m just hornier than hell, and YOU, my dear, are unbelievably overdue! C’mon, let’s go back before he gets away from us!”

Before Shelly could protest, Janet had dragged her back to their table and waiting companion.

Now, to understand this little interchange will require a bit of scene-setting. So here we go. Shelly and Janet had known one another for well over a decade, but only become truly close when Shelly’s husband died in an accident five years ago. Then, two years later, Janet’s husband did the “middle-aged-male-quickie divorce-new-trophy-wife” thing – with no warning at all. The two women were now one another’s closest confidant and friend.

Shelly, Janet knew, had been in a semi-open sexual relationship with her husband, and his death, tragic though it was, had on the sexual front simply freed her to pursue more men. “Temporary Relationships”, she called her flings, which were usually short, intense, and totally consuming. And occasionally, though certainly not always, they were recounted to an embarrassed but fascinated Janet – in some considerable detail. Janet was rather the opposite – monogamous in her marriage – and so flattened by being abruptly discarded that she hadn’t even thought about coming out of the multi-year lustless funk she was wallowing in.

The two women were otherwise similar: 42 and 44 years old, two kids vs three, and all kids now grown. They both played mean games of golf and tennis, especially against one another. And they worked out together in the evenings about three times per week at the gym, where Shelly was always ogling the men and trying to get rises out of Janet. Occasionally the effort succeeded, and Shelly was pleased with the progress of what she thought of as “her patient”. Janet, however, didn’t know she was a patient.

This was their first vacation together – THAT had taken some considerable finagling and planning, but here they were at a Club Med, 2500 miles from home, completely anonymous, basking in the semitropical warmth and sunshine. They had played their daily tennis match before breakfast, to avoid the heat. They hadn’t been alone on the courts, but they HAD been the only females. That meant some eye-candy for Shelly, who gave up a few “distraction points”. Janet wasn’t totally oblivious, either – which made Shelly feel better for her ‘patient’.

Post-breakfast, they did a leisurely eighteen holes, and returned to their room significantly tired and sweaty to shower and change. It was their second day in the room, a beautifully appointed ground-floor suite with two solid queen beds and a double-sized bath.

Janet stripped and ducked into the shower first, while Shelly did her teeth and attended to the usual other things. When Janet emerged, Shelly was naked too. Best friends they were, but this was the first time either had seen the other nude, and almost as if choreographed they stood side by side for a moment looking at themselves in the bedside floor-to-ceiling mirror. Shelly was taller by four inches, blondish, slightly asymmetrical everywhere – face, shoulders, small-but-solid bağcılar escort boobs, one nicely pert nipple and one fully inverted, flat belly, good tennis-legs. Overall quite nice – even if she did think so herself! No significant sags anywhere, but with a sweeping hip-to-hip scar on her abdomen, the result of a sudden need for a C-section, followed by her body’s tendency to overproduce scar tissue. She called it her dueling-scar.

Janet was shorter and wider, dark haired. No childbirth scars, but her big, dark-nippled boobs showed several dimples where benign cysts had been removed, a problem that ran throughout her family. Luckily, they were just cysts, not cancer. Shelly had not a hair on her body below the nape of her neck. Janet was a little startled by the crotch nakedness, but not too much so – after all, she kept her own bush trimmed, if only for reasons of swimsuit propriety. Shelly sighed, then grinned into the mirror. “Sisters! Too bad we’re neither of us lesbos, isn’t it? It could make life so MUCH simpler! We both look like pretty-well-cared-for older models of some expensive car, don’t you think?” She crinkled her eyes, shimmied her tits, watched the crows-feet and wobbles.

Janet was momentarily embarrassed, then giggled and did the same. Might as well accept and be happy. Consider the alternative to being this age, she thought!

Eventually, they dressed in shorts and light blouses and headed for the bar: it was, after all, already nearly four and therefore time to have a drink and to slowly begin to contemplate dinner. At their table they had a good view of the goings-on: the mix-master, a.k.a. the pickup area, was right in front of them. Some twenty feet away, solo at the bar, perched a truly beautiful young woman. Rather classy-looking, well groomed, well-dressed, poised, and very alone.

Shelly leaned over and said to Janet “She’s waiting for something, don’t you think? Look at the body language! But not something or somebody specific, otherwise she’d be looking around more intently!” Janet just nodded. Moments later, a middle-aged man entered, spotted them and turned in their direction… but he then noticed the other, solitary woman, and immediately made a beeline for her, veered off to sit one seat away, conversational distance.

Shelly sighed at Janet, who pouted and shook her head. They understood the situation and one another perfectly. In less than ten minutes, the two, obviously strangers when the man sat down, were head to head. And minutes later, they suddenly got up and left together. Arm in arm, in fact. Janet looked quizzically at Shelly, who said “Probably, and I’m not meaning to be catty or anything, but she’s probably a hooker. That was a pretty short courtship! Bet you she’s back here, alone, before we finish our second drinks.”

Janet wouldn’t take the bet.

Shelly was right. In less than thirty minutes, as predicted, the girl reappeared, alone, and took up her previous spot at the bar.

Janet was impressed, both that Shelly was so knowledgeable, and at the incredibly short time the girl had been away. She wondered to herself, How does a girl like that become a hooker? – and What does she get paid? And just exactly WHAT, she wondered, had the girl DONE with her newfound ‘friend’ in so short a time? Probably just a quick blowjob, she figured. But who knew? The whole idea sent shivers of something, she wasn’t quite sure what, through her body. And it wasn’t ten more minutes before another fish was on the hook. Another man their own age, perhaps somewhat older.

Shelly giggled as the second newly-formed couple stood up to leave. “Sloppy seconds for HIM, Dearie… or thirds, or whatever. Some career, no?”

They watched through three complete cycles, then headed for an early dinner. They spent the evening in the sauna, the hot-tub, and the pool, finally retiring at about ten. Both slept in the nude, and they had agreed not to be embarrassed at being so in one another’s presence. As she turned out the final light, Janet said “Goodnight.” Then, after a pause in the dark, she finished up with “God, I’m glad I didn’t wind up as a hooker, like that girl. What a way to make a living!”

Shelly turned over in her bed and muttered “For her, it was probably a choice, and maybe even an intelligent one. It might not be all that bad, if you had some control over your clientele, and she clearly does. Probably makes a TON of money, with that body and this pool of men to work. Just have to compartmentalize, I suppose. But I do wonder if she has a real boyfriend. And if he knows? And if he DOES know, does he CARE? And if he DOESN’T care, howcome?”

An hour later, in the dark, Shelly surfaced through her drowsiness. Something was going on, and it wasn’t just the human unease at trying to sleep in an unfamiliar place. She lay there silently, heart going fast, senses acute. Then she heard it again. Tiny little rhythmic wet noises, just barely bayan escortlar above the threshold of audibility. Waterdrops at a great distance? In a flash, she understood. Janet was playing with herself, over there in the dark in the next bed! The idea of being an auditory voyeur struck her as incredibly funny and erotic, both. Besides, just WHAT would Emily Post have said about the proper course of action for Shelly to take? She lay there and listened, and found herself suddenly quite warm and damp between the legs. Faster, faster. So, there was real life left down there between the legs of her patient, was there? She grinned to herself in the dark when the noises suddenly ceased, re-started, ceased again, then resumed at a very slow pace.

An unexpected little satyr-imp inside her brain insisted on taking the reins. She whispered “Mommy knows what little Janet is DOING over there!” There was a gasp, then an embarrassed little-girl giggle. Janet muttered “Dammit! I thought you were asleep!”

Shelly whispered back “NOPE. You made just enough noise to get my attention.” Then, out of nowhere, “Now I suppose it has to be my turn. Not only did you make me all horny, but we have to even things, don’t you think?”

Janet giggled again and replied “Jeez, girl, but we do sound like two ten-year-olds in a girl-scout camp or at a home sleepover. Sure, I suppose… go ahead. It’s your turn.”

Shelly sat up, said “Watch your eyes, lights are coming on. I need to see to get my equipment if I’m going to do this right!” Janet did as she was told, wondering what Shelly meant.

Shelly hopped out of bed, returned in a moment with a small vibrator and a significantly large bright green dildo, quite realistic in all its details, including nicely molded deep-hanging balls. Aside from the ridiculous color, it was quite lifelike, all heavy-veined and twangy. Shelly waggled it in the air like a baton, then flexed it and stroked it, all the while grinning widely at Janet. While Janet goggled, Shelly said “A good Girl Scout always carries emergency supplies. Never know when there might be a drought and a Lady might need some self-administered relief. This here is one of my emergency relief kits, a first class one, too. I call the big guy “Mister Greenie”, and the little vibrator is “Infinite Tongue Incorporated.” Have you ever watched another person do this?”

Janet shook her head: she was suddenly both intensely curious and thoroughly embarrassed. Shelly lay back, spread her legs wide, and looked at Janet. “Come on over here, then, and sit between my feet and watch. Really, just be a voyeur for a little while. It’s kind of neat, watching is. And now that you got me going, I’m going to HAVE to finish things off! After all, this is YOUR FAULT you know, since you started it – so you are not allowed either to be embarrassed or to back out!”

As the buzz rose from the vibrator and the tip touched the side of Shelly’s clit, she sighed deeply and, with her other hand, pressed the head of the dildo against herself. Gently, firmly, she worked the dildo deep into her pussy-opening, and sent the vibrator across, under, around her clit.

Janet muttered “I’ve not only never watched, but I’ve never even SEEN either of those things. Not in real life, just in catalogs.”

Shelly paused, looked at Janet incredulously, and said “You’re actually serious?” When Janet reddened and nodded, Shelly resumed her self-ministrations and grinned through her rapidly-rising tension. “Then it’s by GOD time you learned! Just as soon as I’m done, it’ll be your turn to play. You think you had a climax a few minutes ago, using just your fingers? Baloney! You have quite a learning experience coming, my dear! But for now, take hold of the balls on Mister Greenie and FUCK ME with him, so I can concentrate on coming. I never have been able to coordinate both on my own and still come!”

One corner of Janet’s mind watched in amazement as the rest of her moved independently to comply. Right there in front of her, her very own hands –apparently disembodied- cycled the green shaft into her friend’s insides, first gently and tentatively, then with increasing force and gusto, always following Shelly’s firmly-voiced demands which ran in parallel with a string of soaring, snorting, gasping climaxes.

When finally Shelly burned out and came back to Earth, she smiled lazily at Janet and said “Your turn… now that I’m done for the moment. Be my guest!” When Janet made polite negative noises despite the turmoil in her groin, Shelly continued, smiling wickedly: “And I am simply NOT going to allow you to say NO, either!! No way, Josephina! You owe it to yourself. As every Girl Scout knows, we females always share our toys and play nicely together in the sandbox. Besides, I’m now well ahead of you, I do believe, and that’s just not FAIR! Lie down and spread, lady! Big treat coming for you, trust me. Mommy knows!”

Blushing from head to toe, Janet managed to follow beyoğlu escort instructions. It was true – she had never seen a dildo in person, although she had seen ads. Likewise the little vibrator. And most especially, she had never done anything like this right in front of another human (male OR female!), although she had to admit to a few private, personal pleasurings in front of various mirrors, which had always been especially nice and powerful – self as voyeur? Auto-voyeurism perhaps? But to be doing this with Shelly, something must be deeply, suddenly wrong with her, she thought. That thought had no effect. She continued, as if on autopilot.

Even so, she couldn’t face her friend as Shelly settled between her calves with a perfectly unimpeded view – not even her husband had ever simply sat there and stared into her crotch this way, much less done any of these other things that were quite obviously going to happen in short order. She managed to get the little plastic battery-powered buzzer going. Her first tentative touch produced an immediate violent shiver – violent but anything save unpleasant. In ten seconds, she was beginning to breathe heavily, and had found precisely the right spot. It was NOT a difficult thing to operate, was it? Not even ONE moving part, for heaven’s sake… at least, no external moving parts!

She muttered, eyes closed, “Good GOD!”

To which Shelly sweetly answered “Told ‘ya so! Big, big come coming, you betcha!!”

As Janet lit off, Shelly applied the dildo-head to Janet’s still-closed outer lips. Eyes still closed, drowning nicely in her pleasures, Janet let herself relax into the oddness of the situation and muttered “I don’t think it’ll go… that part of me hasn’t had much exercise lately… and Mister Green is way, way too big, don’t you think?”

Just about that time, the entire shaft slid gently inside, filling her ecstatically, and she exploded. Like any good pent-up volcano, the explosion continued for a long, long time. When finally Janet re-surfaced, Shelly was still sitting between her legs, with the dildo in one hand, the now-silent vibrator in the other, and a simper on her face. As she hopped from the bed, she told Janet “Hah! You came so darned hard you totally lost control and dropped the vibrator, and I’ll bet you didn’t even notice it. I had to retrieve it and turn it off. And your body, Janet, first tried to suck in the whole dildo, balls and all, and then when you REALLY came, your pussy clamped down so hard it squirted him right out onto the sheets! What muscles you have! I’m envious. We’ve got to get you a MAN, baby! And soon!”

They slept soundly that night, in their separate beds. In the morning Janet woke first, peeked shyly over towards Shelly, and when Shelly opened one eye Janet asked softly “Did we really…”

To which Shelly just nodded and laughed. Then she said “Maybe we need a shopping spree today? Bet there’s an erotic toys store nearby…” Janet reddened, but didn’t fight the idea. How could she refuse?

It was Janet’s turn in the shower first: when she had taken more time than Shelly thought reasonable, Shelly pounded on the door and asked “Hey, Janet, you drowning in there or what? Or are you playing with yourself some more, with that nice shower-head? Naughty, naughty!”

Janet turned off the water and stepped out, saying “Ta-DAH!” in best showgirl fashion, showing off her newly-shaved pubic area. Completely, utterly denuded. And not a nick, either. It was inspired, of course, by Shelly’s body, but it had taken some guts for her to admit that the idea was so intriguing, and the actual shaving had been anything but easy… things were awfully slippery not to mention sensitive down there. But the absolute nakedness and exposure felt wickedly sensual! Even without the lather and soapy slickness.

Shelly looked, grinned, and applauded. “You may just find that there is a REALLY appreciative audience among men, for that look! I certainly have! Bravo, girl! You’re beginning to think right again! Now, it’s my turn, and then off we go to golf so we can eat breakfast and not worry about the calories. Then mid-day tennis again, I already put us down for that. And perhaps we’ll have some luck, even sight some good-looking, intelligent, and available men?”

They showed up at the first tee just exactly as it opened for the day’s business. But they weren’t the first. An all-male threesome was already on the grass, swinging to warm up a little, and watching the two of them arrive. Two identical twins, youngish… probably mid twenties, certainly nowhere near thirty – but tall, well-muscled, blond, with wide friendly grins, and an obvious tendency to ogle, although discreetly for boy-men their age. Against all conventions, they were wearing SHORTS for golf! Tight shorts and tight tees – quite a pleasant view for the ladies.

The other man, number three, was definitely older than either Janet or Shelly, possibly significantly so. He was shorter than the twins, maybe five ten, and definitely better looking – in an adult, alpha-male way, mustachioed, trim, well-spoken and friendly (and covertly, but clearly, interested in them… which made both women’s back-of-the-knees go slightly more sweaty than the weather demanded).

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After our threesome with the waiter, we realized that we didn’t know his name. We called the restaurant after he left our hotel, but by then it was after closing time. And the next day, Sunday, they weren’t open.

“He told us his name when we first sat down in the restaurant, but who ever really listens to that?,” I said as we lounged around on Sunday morning. Sunlight seeped into our hotel room through the sheer white curtains. The smell of coffee filled the air as the coffee maker made its final gurgles.

Your hair was in a ponytail on top of your head with several loose strands falling down on your forehead and neck. You were wearing glasses, and studying the crossword. Not looking up you said, “It started with a J. Or maybe a G.” Your gaze never broke from the puzzle. “American painter, William ‘blank’ Chase….seven letters…. third letter is R?”

“Merritt?” I replied. It must have been the right answer, because you quickly scribbled something down.

Still engrossed in the crossword, again you spoke without looking up. “Especially after all that happened that night. I’m just drawing a blank.” An answer to the puzzle must have come to you, and your pencil pounced on it. Then, placing the pencil and the folded up newspaper on the end table, you stretched. Your short, white nightgown rode up and your little patch of pubic hair was visible through your sheer panties. You sat forward and stretched your back like a cat. Leaning over to me, you put your hand on my bare chest, kissed my cheek and nuzzled your head under my chin.

“Tell you what,” you said. “Tomorrow I’ll call to find out.” And then your hand slid down into my pajama bottoms…

So it was Monday before we were able to find his name.

The phone rang and a voice came on the line. “Dolce Vita.”

“Yes,” you began, “My husband and I were in Saturday night, and we had a tremendous time, thanks to our waiter. He really took care of us.” You shot me a mischievous look that said, he really took care of us, all right. “We just can’t remember his name. He was tall, muscular, blonde….yes, that’s him…Jack…that’s right. We wanted the manager to be aware of a job well done.” You winked at me.

The person on the other line responded, then you said, “Can you have Jack call us? Here’s our number.” You gave the person your cell number, and then added, “When do you expect him to work again?…okay, great…Thanks. You too. Bye” And you hung up the phone.

“And?” I asked. I was trying not to betray my excitement.

“She says he’s on the schedule for tonight,” you said, “The person who answered was the manager working that night. Her name is Trudy.”

“Trudy,” I repeated. “It’s funny, I don’t picture her as a Trudy. But you know, under those glasses and plain clothes, I see a very beautiful girl,” I said as I thumbed through the hotel copy of the tourist guide.

“You were really taken with her, weren’t you?” you teased. After all this time together, we seldom pulled punches.

“Well…I guess,” I pretended to hedge. “Weren’t you?”

You paused a moment and laughed. Swatting me playfully with the folded paper, you blurted out, “Well yeah! You know what a sucker I am for blue eyes!”

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Jack called later that evening.

“Of course I remember you two. How could I not?” he said. “No regrets?” he added quietly. I could hear the busy noise of the restaurant in the background. He must have been starting his shift.

“None whatsoever, except we didn’t get your name right away,” I replied. “In fact, we’d like to get together again. Tonight, maybe?”

“Um…sure.” He seemed surprised. “But I don’t get off until ten.”

“That’s okay,” I replied, and I reminded him of the number of our hotel room. “One more thing,” I added. “Your manager…”

“Trudy? he asked.

“Yes, Trudy. Do you think she would be interested in coming? ” It was a stretch, I know, but I had to give it a shot.

“I don’t know,” he trailed off. “I’ll see….I’m not sure I really know her well enough to ask…she is pretty cute….worth a try, I guess,” he said. “But I’ll be there after I get off, with or without Trudy.”

“Actually, you’ll be here, and then we’ll all get off,” I joked. He gave a polite chuckle at my meager joke.

Later, we got another call from Jack. We could hear the bustle of the restaurant in the background. “Here’s the deal, he said, “Trudy said she’d like to come. That’s really something, because I’d thought she’d turn me down flatly. I thought it best to tell her what we would be up to, but she said she only wanted to watch. She has no desire in participating. Are the two of you okay with that?” he asked.

I spoke for both of us and said, “It won’t bother us if it doesn’t bother you or her.”

“Good,” he said. “I can’t tell if she’s on the fence about this or if she’s excited. She’s a hard one to read. Gotta go. See you tonight.”

This encounter would be more planned, not mecidiyeköy escort spur of the moment like the first one, so we were both more nervous. We changed clothes several times before we settled on what to wear. You wore a pair of stretchy black yoga pants and a white cotton camisole. I decided to go barefoot with jeans and an untucked short sleeve collared shirt. It was, after all, getting near the end of our trip, and we were running out of clean clothes.

We had a couple of bottles of wine sent up. We were having a glass in the sitting area of our suite, passing the time finishing the crossword when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my watch. Thankfully, they were a little early and the suspense had been killing me. I opened the door and was pleased that Trudy had decided to come with Jack.

“Come in, come in. Good to see you,” I said. We introduced ourselves to Trudy, and you gave Jack a peck on the lips, which lingered and turned into a more passionate kiss. Breaking off the kiss, you smiled and winked at Trudy and asked her if she would like a glass of wine.

Trudy really looked good that night. I guess the first night we saw her must have been an off night for her. She was about 5-2 or 5-3, and what most would agree to be voluptuous, but not fat. Her sapphire blue eyes contrasted nicely with her porcelain skin and black hair, which was wavy and shoulder length. She wore gray slacks and flats, and the white button-down work shirt could not keep from displaying her breasts which were probably a C, maybe a D cup, in proportion with the rest of her figure.

“I’ll take a glass,” she said as she looked around and had a seat. When everyone had a drink, we settled in for a little conversation. You sat in my lap with your arm around me. Jack sat on the other edge of the sofa from Trudy.

“So , Trudy, how did you end up in the city?” you asked, making small talk.

“I came out of high school to study art, and just sort of stayed ever since,” she replied. We kept eye contact, but one of my hands was stroking the inside of your thigh through your yoga pants, while the other lightly found your nipple through your camisole. The touch made you close your eyes, but you tried to continue with the conversation.

“So are you still in school? ” You smiled and kept your eyes closed as my hands caressed your body.

“No, not right now…” she said. We were obviously distracting her. She looked to Jack, who sat with his head propped in his hand, maintaining eye contact with her. “But I …plan to go ….back in the fall,” she hesitated, looking from you and me, and back to Jack. You unbuttoned my shirt and ran your hand inside, while opening your legs wider. The tight black yoga pants created an obvious camel toe effect, and I moved my hand up to feel it. My other hand disappeared under your camisole. As I stroked you through your pants, you ran your fingers through my hair as you turned your face back to kiss me. You couldn’t stand it anymore, and wiggled out of your yoga pants and camisole. Now completely naked, you unbuttoned my shirt and took it off.

And that was officially the end of the small talk.

You unfastened my jeans and pulled them off. I hadn’t bothered with underwear. As you got down on all fours to suck my cock, I slid off the chair and got on my knees in front of you. I gently stroked your back as you worked your way up and down the shaft, pausing occasionally to lick my balls and stroke me.

Jack hurriedly was unbuttoning his white button down work shirt. He threw it off and slipped down his black work slacks and boxer briefs. His shaved cock was ready, the head purple and swollen. He got on his knees beside me and stroked himself right in your face, hoping you would work on his cock too. You kissed the head, tasting his clear precum on your lips. Stroking Jack’s dick, you resumed sucking and licking mine, concentrating on flicking your tongue on the underside of the mushroom tip. Then your own sexual tension must have gotten the best of you.

“Jack, I need you to fuck me with this thing,” you purred as you stroked his cock. Jack went behind you, got down on his knees and, looking down at your engorged pussy, slid his cock into it. You kept sucking me, and I leaned forward to watch Jack’s cock travel in and out of your wetness. Jack was so big that the inner lips would get pulled slightly, first in and then out, with each stroke. I pulled your cheeks apart to get a better look, and placed a finger into your ass.

“Ooh!” you exhaled, closing your eyes. “Keep it up, that’s it.” I knew that you couldn’t keep sucking me right then, so I slowly stroked my cock, making sure that Trudy could get a good view of me. Jack was ramming you pretty hard, and your tits swayed with each thrust. He increased his pace and finally pushed deep and held it there. The base of his smoothly shaven cock pushed my finger a little deeper into your ass. His whole muscular body seemed to twitch, and I could feel şişli escort his cock spurt his cum deep inside you. Finally he pulled out with a shudder. He rolled over on the floor, exhausted. I caught Trudy staring at his big, glistening, though now flaccid, cock.

You had your ass in the air, and Jack’s cum was seeping out onto the lips of your pussy. Your chest and the side of your face were buried into a throw pillow on the floor, but you managed to mumble, “Now you, baby. Put your cum in there with Jack’s.” You were reaching back to rub your pussy, smearing Jack’s cum around.

I positioned myself behind you and slowly slid the whole length of my dick in and out of you, turning one hip slightly so that Trudy could see. She wasn’t crossing her legs anymore, and I could see a dark shadow at the crotch of her gray slacks. If she had been less inhibited, she would have been rubbing herself.

As my dick pushed into you, some of Jack’s cum leaked out, dripping down onto my balls. It wasn’t ten strokes before we both came. You muffled your groans into the throw pillow on the floor as my cock shot my seed into your pussy with Jack’s.

You turned over onto your back, and our cum rolled out onto your ass and then the floor. Leaning back on one hand with your legs opened toward Trudy, you took a finger and dipped it into your pussy to retrieve our cum. You showed it to Trudy and cooed, “What do you think?” She was speechless, so you offered a few finger fulls to Jack and me. Holding it up to our mouths, we looked at Trudy as we tasted our collective cum, sucking her fingers to get all of it. You got up and moved to the edge of a chair, and Jack and I ate your cream filled pussy.

Jack began concentrating on your clit, and when I started tonguing your asshole, you came again, crying out with your orgasm. Trudy had to shift her position on the couch. She was clearly getting aroused, but still too shy to touch herself in front of us. The three of us, Jack, you, and I, rested for a moment.

I got up to refill everyone’s glass.

After she’d had a another glass of wine, you persuaded her to change into one of the plush white hotel bathrobes. Of course, being so shy, she went into the bedroom to do it. She emerged from the bedroom with her oversized purse, where she had presumably stowed her clothes. Placing her purse on the end table, she curled up on the couch with her feet under her. Little by little, she seemed to be loosening up.

“Another glass?” you asked her, but you were already pouring it. Taking a seat right next to her, you suggested, “Maybe we can get you boys to put on a show for us girls. How about it?”

Jack seemed to know just what you wanted, and leaned back on his knees and hands to show me his large, semi erect cock. I leaned forward to tongue his nipples, feeling them harden as I licked them. Out of the corner of my eye, I made sure you and Trudy could see. As I reached down and grasped him, his cock twitched to fully erect. As I stroked it, I asked you, “Do you like that?”

It was Trudy who responded. “Yes,” she exhaled. It was the first thing she’d said in a while.

“Do you want us to continue?” I asked coyly.

“Yes,” she said, breathlessly. You had begun to stroke your pussy. Trudy was still wrapped up in the robe.

“Do you want me to suck his cock?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said a little louder.

“Then open your robe,” I directed her. She hesitated for a moment, but then slowly undid the tie and opened her robe. She was still wearing her bra and panties.

“Those, too,” I insisted.

You stopped stroking yourself and impatiently pulled at her panties, “Just do it, Trudy.” You were ready for the show to continue and sounded a little exasperated.

She reached around her back and undid her bra and tossed it to the floor. Then she lifted her hips and shimmied out of her panties. Her breasts were round and creamy with puffy pink nipples. Her bush, though full, was trimmed enough so that her engorged, pink inner lips were pouting out. All she was wearing was the open terry cloth bathrobe.

“Now, play with yourself, and I’ll start sucking his cock,” I said.

She began languidly rubbing herself with two fingers. “That’s it sweetie, rub that pussy,” you encouraged her in a low voice as you sat right beside her and rubbed yours. I waited to begin sucking Jack. I wanted to hear her say it, to ask for it, to beg for it.

“Go ahead,” she said meekly.

“Go ahead what? What do you want? Say it. Tell me what you want me to do,” I insisted.

“Suck his cock. I want you to suck his cock,” she gasped.

“Until when. How long should I suck his cock?,” I continued.

“Until he cums. Until he cums all over you,” she managed.

Satisfied with her answer, I ran my tongue up and down Jack’s cock. He had gotten soft again, and his cock had drooled a trail of clear precum down the shaft. I touched my tongue to it, and pulled away a clear strand before taksim escort taking the rest of him in my mouth. The two of you were working steadily at yourselves, watching us. Jack straightened up and put one hand on my shoulder, and ran the other hand through his wavy blonde hair. My mouth was moving up and down on his cock, while my tongue moved side to side on its dusky, engorged tip. It was really starting to leak his sweet-salty precum now.

“That’s it, honey,” you said with a gasp, “Suck that cock. Suck that beautiful cock. It gets me so hot to see you suck him.” Your finger was working little circles over your clit.

You leaned over and took one of Trudy’s pink strawberry nipples into your mouth as the two of you stroked your pussies. Jack saw you do it, and suddenly came, grunting with each spurt as his cock jetted his cum in my mouth. I struggled to keep up, hurriedly swallowing each hot burst. When he was finished, he withdrew and we straightened up, kneeling face to face. He began kissing down my chest, licking and sucking my nipples, licking and kissing my lower stomach, down to the smooth base of my hairless cock. I leaned back against a chair, making sure that you girls could see what he was doing to me.

You moved down from Trudy’s breast, kissing her pale white stomach, slowly moving down to her black triangle of hair. She had shed any notion of not participating, and withdrew her hand from her pussy to allow you access to her swollen lips. She slumped down on the edge of the couch as you positioned yourself between her legs. She ran her fingers through your hair.

Jack stopped sucking my cock long enough for me to sit next to Trudy. I settled in on the couch beside her, and Jack walked over on his knees and resumed stroking, licking and sucking my aching cock. Next to me, Trudy was pulling on her nipples while your tongue worked up and down her engorged pussy. With her hand nearest to me, she caressed my firm lower stomach, feeling the smoothness of my pubic region. Jack firmly but slowly popped the head of my cock in and out of his mouth, causing me to groan each time he did.

“Lick his nipples, Trudy,” you hissed. “If you want to see him to cum, lick his nipples.” From experience, you knew.

Trudy tried to roll over toward me, but the bathrobe restricted her movement, so she shrugged her arms out of it. Now able to roll over to me, her breast pushed softly into my shoulder, and she firmly tongued my nipple. That did it, and as Jack pulled my cock out of his mouth and Trudy kept tonguing my nipple, I shot my cum all over my stomach. Jack moved up to lick up the warm, salty spunk from my skin.

Trudy stopped tonguing my nipple and moaned. I was exhausted, but I looked down to see that you had two fingers in Trudy, fucking her pussy while you licked her clit. Her panting increased, and she ran her fingers through your hair feverishly. Suddenly, she came, leaning her head forward and closing her eyes tightly, whimpering sweet sounds with each wave of her orgasm.

You planted sweet kisses in her little black triangle as she panted in the afterglow and stroked your hair. But you sank down to the floor when you realized that Jack had gone around behind you to get in position for you to sit on his face. You leaned back a little and pulled your pussy lips apart so we could see Jack’s tongue flicking your little pink pearl.

“Do you like watching that?” you murmured.

“Mm-hmm.” I assented. My cock was soft and spent, but I was still enjoying the show of another man eating my wife’s pussy.

Trudy had put her head on my shoulder. I leaned forward, and with a sideways glance, could see her smiling, engrossed in what Jack was doing to you and your pussy. We watched as you rode Jack’s face, making small thrusts with your hips. Grimacing, you dug your fingers into Trudy’s upper thighs as you climaxed all over Jack’s mouth and cheeks.

When you were done, you dismounted Jack and leaned forward to rest your upper body on the couch between Trudy and me. The four of us were completely relaxed, and no one said anything for what must have been a very long time. When you and I could no longer keep our eyes open, we stumbled off to bed.

We woke the next morning in our king-sized hotel bed. The soft morning light was streaming in. Your eyes opened to mine as we felt the bed shaking. We looked over at the same time to see Trudy riding Jack’s cock next to us on the bed. Her full, white ass was shaking back and forth. Her perfect ivory breasts were elongated and swaying down in Jack’s face.

They were too engrossed in each other to notice us. Trudy leaned forward to kiss Jack, her jet black hair falling off her neck and down around their faces. You and I got out from under the sheets, and came around to the foot of the bed to get a close up view of Jack’s thick cock plunging in and out of Trudy’s tight little pussy. Her white juices were trickling out of her, and running down onto Jack’s thick veiny shaft, more with each stroke. Jack’s thrusts became less frequent but more urgent, and he exploded inside her.

After his cock had stopped twitching inside of her, you put your arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, “Come sit on our faces and feed us that cum.”

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Although we were happy, married life recently hadn’t been very sexually satisfying and it wasn’t going all that well especially as my wife didn’t like experimenting very much, although she didn’t mind any new things I tried on her.

I was and have always considered myself straight, not fancying other blokes but recently having come across some bisexual movie clips on the internet I found myself becoming curious and began looking more and more at the different cocks on show. I became fascinated at all the different shapes and sizes, only ever having seen other cocks before at school and soon became addicted finding myself wanting to hold and feel them in my hand and rubbed against my naked body, fantasying also about stroking and sucking them.

One evening, with Sue, my wife, out with some of her friends I began surfing the net, getting more and more aroused watching the clips, I unzipped my jeans and began stroking my rapidly hardening cock and playing with my balls.

Taking the laptop into the bedroom I quickly undressed and lay naked on the bed watching this one particular clip with two guys stroking themselves whilst a naked blonde slowly rubbed her clit. Enthralled I watched as the taller one sidled up to the other rubbing the lower part of his body against the other, so that their penises rubbed together. Sliding their bodies up and down, side to side, their skin shining and slippery with sweat. The larger man grabbed the others’ erection and began wanking it, pulling and squeezing at the same time as if he were milking a cow. As hands moved faster, their murmurs turned to loud groans until jets of hot cum splashed on their bellies. Slowly they sank down onto the bed drawing the woman close kissing her in turn as she knelt between them stroking their cocks in each hand. The smallest guy pushed the other onto his back as he first sucked on his nipple and then down taking the semi rigid cock from the girl’s hand he took the domed head in his mouth, playing with his scrotum before running down and rubbing the rim of his anus, thrusting his finger deep into him. As he was doing this the girl took his erect cock in her mouth, also thrusting her finger into his ass.

I found myself imitating them, as my own hand strayed down past my balls feeling how good it was and for the first time my fingers traced around the tight puckered hole, my cock grew harder in my other clenched fist, a dribble of precum leaked onto my. It felt unbelievable as I slowly rubbed around my hole gradually pushing until the tip of my finger eased inside. Pushing harder made me wince with pain but I didn’t want to stop.

Laying on my back I my spread legs and threw them up in the air, my cock staring me in the face, the pain was still with me and it became difficult to push past the tight sphincter muscle. Reaching out I picked up Sue’s hand cream from the bedside cabinet, squeezed some on my fingers and between my legs and drew my knees up towards my chest. It was much easier and suddenly my whole finger was inside, hurting like hell at first but slowly it subsiding as I began to enjoy the new amazing sensation as I finger fucked myself. Before I could do anything my cock erupted spurting cum down onto my chest and cheek dribbling towards my lips and without a second thought my tongue lapped it from the side of mouth, enjoying the salty taste of cum for the first time.

Fucking myself harder, I reached down scooping the cum from my chest, rubbed what was left into my nipples before thrusting my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them enjoying the taste. Wanting more I milked my still hard cock until I had a pool in my palm which I lapped up hungrily fucking myself even harder.

Although wanting to relish the pleasure of what had just happened, knowing Sue would be home soon, I showered and went back to surfing the web in my dressing gown finding even more exiting videos to keep my cock aroused..

When she eventually got home it was obvious that she had been drinking which frequently made her horny and this night was no exception, pushing my robe open she stroked my erect cock and soon we were naked on the bed, my head between her legs.

My tongue swirled around her clit drawing it between my lips chewing on it as

my fingers slid from her sopping wet pussy, she groaned in frustration until they moved further between her legs. Her groans came back as I slowly began rubbing around her tight little rosebud, which previously she had always made it plain was out of bounds. However this time she pushed herself closer moaning with enjoyment grinding herself against my hard cock. Slowly still sucking on her clit my fingers circled and started probing her little rosebud sending her wild, her nails raking down my back, at first as they pushed past her tight muscle she pulled away but after a few more nudges she allowed herself to be penetrated. As I wriggled further into her she let out a great cry of “Fuck me….” and came violently, her whole body şişli escort bayan shook and shuddered as her hips bucked off the bed.

Pulling me up, licking and kissing my cum soaked face her hands reached down to grab my throbbing erection, pulling it up to take it into her mouth. Moving up and down my shaft while playing and squeezing my balls, her tongue slid slowly from the base of my shaft to the bulbous head, then back down.

Thrusting my hips up towards her I took her hand attempting to shift it from my balls further between my legs towards my anus, hoping she would take the hint I whispered how fantastic it felt, but despite my efforts she would not return the favor of playing with my rosebud. As I blew my load in her mouth she swallowed every last drop of cum before I could savor it on my tongue as it slipped into her mouth.

Falling back on the bed she was soon asleep leaving me a bit frustrated, despite having made myself cum twice before I would have loved to cum again with her finger up my arse.

Next day I didn’t have any appointments so Sue left me in bed as she got ready for work, still with a slight hangover, but before she left for work returned to the bedroom sliding her hand under the covers to stroke my limp cock drawing the foreskin back and forth bringing it to life before slipping the head between her lips and running her tongue along the slit saying “I expect more of what I happened last night when I get home”.

After she had left I carried on playing with my cock and soon my fingers found their way to my anus and began tickling around the tight rosebud before trying to finger fuck myself. Wanting and needing more I decided to try one of Sue’s vibrators, so rummaging through her draws I chose two of the smallest ones and spread some of her hand cream on the smallest before laying on my back and drawing my knees up to my chest. Circling it around my tight rosebud before gently pushing it home. Gasping with the initial pain as it tried to penetrate my virgin sphincter muscle I held it still until the burning sensation subsided a little before starting to move it slowly in. As I tried to push it further the pain was hard to believe and I almost gave up but decided that I wanted to try it so slowly began to slide it into my ass.

Thinking it would be easier I lay on my back, throwing my legs up and over my shoulders my cock stared me in the face, precum was already oozing from the slit. Suddenly I got the urge to suck it and pushed my legs further back until the tip was two or three inches away. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get it any closer to my mouth, so frustrated I wrapped my fingers around it and pulling the foreskin back hard as I could until I felt the rush of cum from my balls until it was spurting out from my slit hard splashing on to my face with some entering my open mouth. The salty semen tasted great as I swirled it my mouth around before swallowing it as I fucked myself as hard as I could, thrusting the dildo back and forth again ignoring the pain until finally it eased and I really began to enjoy fucking myself until I came again. Swinging my legs down, the dildo still deep inside me I stroked my hard cock rubbing the sticky cum into my nipples before drifting off to sleep. I was surprised to find it still in place a couple of hours later when I awoke feeling a little sore as I withdrew it but considered it a small price to pay for the pleasure that I had got from it. Taking a shower I cleaned the dildo and returned it its place of keeping.

Later that evening as we sat on the couch watching TV I snuggled up and slipped my hand under her sweater slowly caressing her nipples through her bra until her head sank onto my shoulder as she began to sigh with pleasure, her hand moving to my thigh gently rubbing the bulge created by my penis as it grew in size.

Standing up slowly she peeled off her sweater, skirt and bra and stood there naked showing her beautiful sleek body, dropping one hand to slowly caress her clit before kneeling in front of me unzipping my jeans. Easing them and my pants down past my knees, she sank her mouth over my rock hard cock already beginning to ooze drops of pre-cum. Taking it in until the top of the helmet tickled the back of her throat and sucked and sucked driving me wild.

“I – I’m going to cum,” I stuttered, as if to warn her as much as anything else as my cock was still being embraced by her mouth and tongue. Pausing only to let her tongue play around the knob of my helmet, before closing her soft mouth round it again and again her head bobbed up and down sucking harder and harder, faster and faster. I came with a rush, shooting hot cum deep into her throat. She gulped and swallowed all but the faintest dribble that trickled down her chin.

Thrusting her tongue between my lips she explored my mouth letting me taste my own cum once again as I cupped and squeezed her breasts. Continuing to stroke my cock escort istanbul until she had to stop as I pulled her up so that I could get to her nipples which were now rock hard jutting proudly towards me. Using them I eased her up and led her to the bedroom for more comfort.

As we sat on the bed I pushed her gently onto her back and sank my lips onto her nipple sucking gently before moving further down until I could kiss the inside of her thighs and move onto the outer lips of her labia. My tongue flicked around her clit as I remembered I had left the larger dildo that I hadn’t used earlier in the day under my pillow. Without stopping I got it and replaced my tongue with it switching on with just a little vibration teasing her clit and vaginal lips. Replacing it again with my mouth I moved it down between her legs until it buzzed over her tight rosebud.

Sue began pressing back against it as wonderful new sensations rushed through her and as it just nudged inside her ass she exploded with an orgasm more powerful than she could remember for a long time.

Gently rolling her over onto her stomach, I started kissing her back, my hands caressing up and down between the globes of her arse, eventually inserting one finger slowly into her tight rosebud which was wet from her flowing juices, enjoying this new experience she sighed with pleasure. She stiffened slightly and winced feeling some pain as I gently eased past the tightness of her sphincter. Not wanting to hurt or upset her I started to ease my finger out but was stopped when she thrust her buttocks back against me murmuring “hmm”. Slowly easing it back in until eventually my whole finger was inside but remembering my own experience, I left it there so that she could get used to it before easing a second finger into her. Sue was getting really into it and was moaning more to urge me on.

Turning her into a spooning position, rubbing my hard cock along her crack, I reached around to slowly rub her clit whilst tweaking her hard nipple bringing further sighs of pleasure from her. Gently pushing the head against her hole I tried to slip into her ass as she gripped the edge of the bed and gritted her teeth.

As I pulled away she groaned with disappointment and tried pulling be back but relaxed as I whispered ” let me make it easier” as I reached for her hand cream and smeared some along my throbbing cock and rubbed some into her rosebud making her shudder with pleasure as I eased first one then two fingers. Slowly I began finger fucking her until I was able to slip a third finger past her relaxed sphincter bringing more groans of pleasure before my cock replaced them. This time the head eased in a little more easily but still brought gasps of pain which made me stop but again she pushed back with her hips. As more entered she began to relax enjoying the feel of my cock in her warm ass and urging me on. But I just left my cock there for a second letting both of us get used to it, as I was almost at the point of cumming myself as her tight muscle increased its pressure.

Reaching around I found that she was squeezing her breasts playing with the rock hard nipples as slowly she began to move her hips back and forth working my cock slowly further in, sending me wild as she slowly worked up her rhythm. After a few minutes I began pulling my cock all the way out of her tight rosebud before slamming it back in which was a whole new feeling for both of us and she began thrusting back harder against my cock.

Pulling out I rolled her onto her knees and eased her into a doggy-style position before slipping my cock head back into her ass and thrusting hard again. I kept fucking her ass until I could feel her orgasm coming on as she tightened up on my throbbing cock until I was unable to hold on any longer and shot a hot stream of cum into her. She cried out cumming and sank down onto the bed and we just stayed like that for a minute with me fully rammed in her ass with cum leaking out of it.

My cock slipped out of her, leaving a trail of cum across her cheeks and belly as she rolled over to face me before kissing me hard. She started stroking my dick as I began to suck her hard nipples until I was hard again. Climbing on top of me she straddled my cock, bouncing on it for a couple of minutes before getting off to lower her head down her tongue slobbered on my balls before sucking one into her warm mouth continuing to wank me. Just as my legs started bucking, she stopped and took my cock in her mouth and within seconds was deep-throating all of me. Her fingers began playing with my ass, first they ran up and down my crack before rubbing around the outer edge of my rosebud. Hesitantly her finger began to push against the rigidity of my sphincter muscle before she stopped.

“Don’t stop, that’s fantastic…., use the dildo on me please,” I begged.

She froze stunned but with a wry smile said “What do you mean, fuck your ass with it?”

“Yes, I want to feel how escort taksim it good it is and see if I get as much pleasure from it as you did.”

At first she was unsure but then helped me lubricate the dildo before I lay on my back and raised a leg. Slowly putting the dildo up against my hole she rubbed it against my rosebud before switching it on. I shuddered in delight moaning softly as she pushed it in “Does it hurt, let me know if I hurt you.”

“A little but it feels so good, don’t stop, push harder.” I replied encouraging her to push it in further, glad that my hole was already used to it from earlier in the day. Rolling over onto my back I drew my legs up again as I had done earlier in the day presenting my ass direct to her gaze. Kneeling between my widespread legs she slowly began brushing the head of the buzzing dildo against my hole before slipping it in.

Once it was all the way I took her hand and started to stroke the dildo in and out as though she was making love to me with this toy, similar to the way I had done with her. When I took my hand away she kept thrusting with each stroke getting faster and deeper, watching me getting more excited at each one. I moaned, matching her strokes with my up thrusting hips. Moving closer between my thighs she held the end of the vibrating dildo against her clit, matching each thrust of it with the thrust of her hips as though she was fucking me with her own dick.

With her other hand she reached to rub my engorged cock which only took about a minute more before it was shooting another load of cum in the air before splashing back onto my stomach as she continued to fuck me with the dildo until with a cry she came herself.

After a few minutes, leaving the dildo deep in my ass, she laid beside me hugging me close squashing my now flaccid cock against her stomach feeling my sticky cum spread over it.

“Incredible, it really turned me on the way you were thrusting the dildo as though you were actually fucking me yourself.” I whispered.

“Well wasn’t that what you really wanted.” She wryly smiled again squeezing my still hard cock.

“Well, I suppose so.” I replied sheepishly.

“You left the computer on the other night and I couldn’t miss seeing what you had been surfing when I went to shut it down before going to work”.

“You didn’t mind?” Was all I could say as I felt a flush run to my cheeks like a naughty boy caught doing something wrong.

“At first but the tingling in my cunt soon changed my mind as I looked through the history, seeing all those cocks shooting great loads of cum every where.” She replied as her free hand began playing with her clit before slipping past her moist lips into her cunt.

I felt another trickle of cum oozing from my cock as I listened to her, having never heard her talk like this before.

“The strap-ons really made me feel hot so I did some homework on the computer and decided that if you enjoyed being fucked in the ass that we should get one.” Her voice trailed off as she came again tugging hard on my throbbing cock until I came as well.

I had to spend a couple of days away at head office, whilst away the package arrived to Sue’s great delight and when I arrived home she sent me off to the bedroom to await her, later she told me that how sexy it had felt looking at herself in the mirror with the silicone cock sticking out, giving her a sense of power and excitement like never before.

Slipping a wrap around herself she walked into the bedroom trying to hide the bulge. With a tube of lube in her hand she came over to the bed and kissed me. Telling me I could touch and stroke it if I wanted to she took my hand and rested it on the bulge. I slid my hand under her wrap feeling the hard yet slightly spongy ribbed imitation cock. I stroked it and was in awe at the size of it realizing that it looked almost twice the size as the dildo she had fucked me with before and certainly bigger than my own cock.

Wiggling her hips she thrust it towards my lips until I could feel the soft jelly like head, making me almost cum, and with a thrust of her hips it glided between them and for the first time I had a mouthful of cock, albeit a fake one and I gagged pulling away.

“Don’t worry you’ll get used to it.” She whispered.

Without waiting for a response she pushed me back onto the bed and taking two pillows slipped them under my hips lifting my ass off the bed. Moving back she lubed the jutting dildo up

“What are the pillows for and why will I get used to it?” I asked.

“To give me a better angle on you while we make love.” She replied, having obviously thought about it and adjusted the straps so that her end of the dildo slipped into her wet pussy.

Pushing my legs back toward my chest she put the end of the dildo up against my hole which made me gasp.

“You want this cock in your ass, don’t you?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, I want it.” I answered looking into her eyes. “I can hardly wait!” I murmured

Slowly she pushed it against my rosebud and I started to groan in delight. My moaning was getting louder and louder as she tried pushing the head into me but the muscle wouldn’t give and I cried out in pain for her to stop “It’s too big, I can’t take it.”

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There is this milf that walk back from work passing by the woods; she use to dress with almost see-through sundresses, showing her long legs and during the hot summer days I can see she doesn’t wear any bra.

I know she is aware of me as she glance in my direction as she walk by; she even stop to bend and raise a sock, almost showing to me what there was under the dress.

One day I was with two friends under a tree, drinking beer and glaring girls when this gorgeous milf come our way.

“There, she is the blond I told you about, isn’t she hot?”

“No way one like that showed you her ass on purpose, you were just very lucky.”

“Or maybe just a liar.”

“Oh, show your ass, bitch, we want to be lucky too” yell one of them, probably tipsy from the beer.

That busty blonde stop to look around, finding us under the tree and joining us, smiling.

“Were you talking to me, boys?”

The three of us pat each other shoulders, smiling and giggling.

“You are so bold as to come here, lady?” said Joe, holding a hand on his crouch.

“Maybe she would like to show something more.” continue Rob, getting behind her, patting her ass.

“Hey” she protest for the touch. “Keep your hands in your pocket.”

But the two of them were already too horny to stop and start touching her, Rob grabbing her breast from behind and rubbing his crouch against her ass while Joe was pulling up her skirt.

“Stop.” The two of them watch me as I was a killjoy, an angry look on their face. “Everybody can see her here, let’s move more inside the woods.”

Rob move his arms lower, around her waist and pull her up easily with his strong body, while me and Joe follow them.

“Stop it, or I will scream for help.”

Right, she could have screamed while we move in the sarıyer escort woods but she didn’t; maybe she too want something like this for real.

Rob throw her down over the grass and her dress come up a bit, showing her ass and a sexy g-string.

“Yes, you could scream, right. Maybe it’s better if I shut your mouth now.” said Joe pulling out his junk and kneeling down to shove it in her mouth. She was a bit surprised and a tear come out of her eyes.

“Oh, look what surprise is this bitch.” Rob too was on his knee, using his hand on her ass and pulling her thong. But there was more than just the thong; as Rob spread her cheek everyone of us can see something sticking out of her ass; a black butt plug.

“What a slut, she is already horny wearing such thing up her ass” he was pulling the plug a bit to test the reaction and it seems she was trying to hold it inside.

Meanwhile Joe was having fun fucking his mouth, his cock now covered of her saliva as he trust it deep inside her mouth and filling up her throat.

I could just check the only hole left for me and I rub my hand over her leg, inside her inner tight and reaching her pussy, already wet and swollen; my fingers get almost sucked inside.

She tried to pull herself back, scratching Joe ass with one hand, but he endure the pain and keep pump inside her mouth.

“Look, this could be good for both of us.” said Joe pulling is tool out, the tip of his dripping spit and bouncing over her face. “See, my fat cock like your face, would you like to suck it dry?”

Without waiting for an answer he shove it back but her tongue seems to help it a bit, licking all the head around and her hand now was caressing his balls.

“I want lick her pussy.” I said laying down and moving under her, as her legs open istanbul escort to let my face get in position. Her g-string was pulled apart and I can see the bald pussy of this milf ready to be licked; I stick my tongue inside her, tasting her juice and feeling her shiver as I lick her clit. My hands rub her ass, spreading her cheek and playing with the plug; I barely hear Joe cumming while I was eating her.

“My turn” Rob was waiting wearing just his t-shirt with his full hard cock throbbing. She grab her arm and pull her up; her legs was shaken, maybe for the fear of what was happening or for the pleasure I was giving her licking her pussy. Rob was big enough to hold her arm up while she was standing and her dress was pulled over her hips, showing to us a pleasant view. Joe grab her thong to pull it down but he instead tear it apart, while I was trying to unbutton the dress.

“Stop that” said Rob and with a strong pull tear the buttons, leaving a mark of her skin. The dress fall down.

Now the butt plug was taken away and will probably be replaced by a fat cock.

“Come on Rob, fuck this tight ass.” Joe was anxious for his next turn. Meanwhile the big guy was lying down with the busty woman over him, stretching her cheek to spread her ass, with his cock pulsating. She was dripping wet, both her holes lubricated by the love juice coming out of her pussy.

Rob’s cock, hold by his hand to avoid slip, push the small hole that was previous enlarged by that black plug; she was almost bridging back, whole body naked, with an arm against the grass to avoid to be impaled. As the head of his dick get inside she give a loud pleasant cry and Rob grab her hips to push deep inside.

As he fuck her ass she bounce, letting both her tits free to move around, hypnotically. I stand fındıkzade escort up and move my pants, showing my throbbing cock and getting near her breast; I really want to titfuck her and cum over her face, covering that mouth and eyes with sperm.

As I get over her body she was already lying on Rob’s, pinned by his cock in an anal grasp; his whole tool now slip inside her, leaving just his balls to clash over her pussy lips.

I grab both her tits by pinching the nipples and placing my full hard cock between them; her nipples was already hard but seems torturing them a bit give more pleasure as I see them growing more hard and her mouth drip saliva. She has her eyes closed but gave a glance as I start moving my cock, fucking her tits. The tip of it get close to her lips and she move her head to find a way to suck it, her tongue zipping out and tasting the precum.

I heard some grunt from behind and I feel the body of the gorgeous milf to adjust, spreading more her legs. Joe was holding the feet by the ankle, pulling them up and placing on his shoulder. In few moments I start to hear the sound of her pussy pounded by his cock, with the juice flowing down and around his shaft.

She closed again her eyes, totally lost in her pleasure, screwed in both holes at the same time while I fuck her tits.

I really cum over her face and tits, white pearl dripping from her mouth and around her nipples; I was satisfied, holding my prick proud and hitting her tits with it.

Then I hear both my mates grunt, holding nothing as they cum inside her; starting to dress up I see Joe moving away, exiting her pussy with a small flow of cum mixed with pussy juice.

She seems tired, maybe she fainted because Rob drop her on one side, removing his cock from her sore ass.

“What’s now” I ask the other.

“Nothing.” said Rob grabbing his outfit and starting to dress up. “She will find her way to home.”

We keep laugh and pat each other as we move away, while a sly smile get on her face and two fingers clean up her face and end in her mouth.

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I looked out from our patio above the trees at the end of the garden and saw that the clouds were gathering fairly quickly. Thick purple towers were rapidly developing in the north and I predicted that a real good rain would be hitting the house soon. It would come as a relief since the morning had been uncomfortably hot and a good storm would always bring a welcome cool to our house.

My wife smiled at me as I poured wine for our two guests, Annie and Melanie who had come to stay on our small farm for a few days. I sat down, raised my glass and welcomed them since it was their first visit to the house. Both ladies smiled and raised their glasses in response.

Annie and Melanie were old friends of ours who had stayed behind when we decided to leave the rat race. They had kept in touch with Sam, my wife, and one or the other of them had often hosted us when we had spent a night in town after a late movie or dinner. Both their husbands had left them though, given their looks, I would never understand why.

To thank them for the occasional sleepovers that they had hosted, Sam had suggested that they spend a long weekend with us and they had both accepted quite happily. I was only too happy to play host to these two goddesses and had been quite glad that their visit coincided with very hot weather since they were sure to expose lots of flesh.

The two had not disappointed me — after I packed their bags in the bedrooms that they would use, they had quickly excused themselves to ‘freshen up’. Annie had emerged from her room wearing a lovely white sundress that showed off her olive skin and dark hair beautifully and Melanie had come out in a pair of khaki shorts and a white sleeveless blouse tied in a knot around her midriff. I casually examined them as they walked through the house to the patio and imagined that neither was wearing a bra.

Our lunch went smoothly — Sam had lots of news to catch up on and the girls had lots to share. I was kept busy serving food and pouring rather a lot of the Shiraz that we had purchased for the occasion. By the end of the meal, I had already thrown away five empty bottles and the girls were steadily consuming the sixth. Behind me, the clouds had covered the sun and, as I cleared the last of the plates from the table, I heard the distinctive sounds of the beginning of a summer rain. I went into the house to wash the dishes quickly while the girls made themselves comfortable on a huge swinging chair that looked out over our large manicured lawn.

***

I thought that I was in the kitchen alone when my wife’s voice interrupted a rather personal daydream that I was having as I finished the last few plates in the water. ‘Hey naughty boy — it’s getting a little lonely out there you know.’ My conservative wife always loosened up after some wine and on this occasion her arousal was emphasised by a hug from behind and a tantalizing kiss on the back of my neck. Her hands snaked around my stomach and then worked their way underneath the waistband of my shorts and into my underwear. She didn’t seem to notice the semi-hardness that my fantasizing had created but rather seemed pleased to find me in an aroused state. Her hand slowly stroked me and I leaned back a little to enjoy the press of her breasts against me. Her voice was husky with desire as she whispered into my ear –‘You’ve been such a good husband, how am I ever going to reward you?’ This is an old game we have played many times during our marriage. Sometimes she took herself seriously and followed through on the drunken promises and I imagined, if she managed to stay awake with all that Shiraz in her, that later that day, we would be able to have some naughty fun.

She surprised me by tugging my shorts down and dropping to her knees as she turned my willing body around. My hiss of astonishment was strangled by the moan that came into my throat as she took the tip of my cock into her mouth. Blowjobs were very rare affairs in our marriage which made them even more special. Sam’s tongue massaged the head of my cock gently, licking at it like an ice-cream cone. I worried about the other two girls in our house but the sensations that were coming from my dick overrode any rational thought. I placed my hands on Sam’s shoulders and gently started rocking my hips forward as she took more of me into her mouth. She winked at me and then pushed my cock up against my belly and licked from its base right to the tip.

Sam then stood, turned around, lifted her skirt and dropped her panties to the floor. Then she climbed on all fours onto the kitchen table and hiked her legs so that I could get the perfect view of her pussy. She knows that this position has always been an irresistible temptation to me and that afternoon it was no different. I took a step backward to enjoy the view. Sam has beautiful pussy lips when she is aroused. They become swollen and pink and her clit is nestled right at the end of a long elongated slit that is often visibly moist when I look at it before sex. Before I could approach her she stopped me from doing anything by slowly starting bayrampasa escort to play with herself, dipping first one finger then a second into her cunt and then thrusting them in and out of herself. Before I could say anything more, she slid of the table and smoothed her skirt back into place. “There’s some more of that tonight, honey!’

The little minx! I could have drilled holes into plate steel with my hardon but I know from experience that stretching out the teasing would only increase the pleasure. I stepped forward to kiss her but a girlish screech of delight from the other side of the house interrupted my move and Sam pecked me on the cheek and disappeared through the kitchen door after whispering into my ear that we would definitely play some more later. I quickly stuffed myself back into my shorts, grabbed another bottle of wine and went out to join my wife and her two friends.

As I walked onto the patio I saw that the drizzle was beginning to thicken into rain but was surprised to see only Sam and Melanie on the swing chair. Before I could ask, Sam pointed off to her right into the garden and I turned to see Annie walking around in the rain, her hands and arms out obviously enjoying the sensation of the raindrops on her skin.

The white sundress had plastered itself to her body and I sat down quickly to avoid having to explain any bulge in my shorts. Annie, like Melanie, was a beautiful girl — dark to Melanie’s blond, small breasted to Melanie’s larger bust and smaller waisted to the generous curve of Melanie’s hips. Both had beautiful faces, open and friendly though Annie’s sultriness hinted at her Latino heritage.

There was none of that now. She was gorgeous and captivating in an innocently sensual way — I glanced at my wife and Melanie and they too, sat entranced by her movements. I however was also enchanted by the sensuous curve of her breast and the darkened point of the nipple that peeked though the top of her wet clothing . I realized that I had been correct earlier on — she was braless and, as she got more thoroughly soaked, her dress became almost transparent on her body. This also revealed her taught butt and the tiny thong that nestled between its cheeks. I was even more pleased when she turned to face us — the thong barely made it past her lips. I was mesmerized. She smiled up at us and called to Melanie — ‘Come out here, its lovely — the rain is almost warm,’ she gestured, ‘You’ll love it.’

I couldn’t get up for obvious reasons but Sam and Melanie were enchanted by this water fairy and they too walked down the steps out of the shelter of the house into the summer rain. The water began to soak through the fabric of their clothing almost immediately.

My wife is a small busted, dark haired beauty and her orange top quickly clung to her breasts and revealed the large nipples that have always fascinated me. Even through the fabric of her very plain bra I could see what the water and perhaps our earlier sex play had done to the tips of her breasts. As much as I enjoyed the view I paid little attention to her as I watched the ample bosom of Melanie slowly get soaked in the light rain. All three girls were prancing around revelling in the caress of the drops of water — I can’t imagine that they intended it to be sexual but I had never seen anything quite so spellbinding — as they moved their breasts bounced, Annie’s in small tight circles and Melanie’s in large waves. I was fascinated by Melanie’s roundness and loved the way her small nipples gradually took shape under her blouse as it became plastered to her body. Unfortunately the darkness of her shorts afforded little view of her pussy but I enjoyed the shape of her legs and thighs as she ran around.

As it occurred to me to capture this scene on my mobile phone, my wife called to me and requested that I bring the three terry cloth bathrobes from our bathroom for them. I stood quickly and moved into the house but the smile I caught from Sam certainly indicated that she had seen my arousal. I came back out with the robes and handed them to the three women who had by then come out of the rain. They were soaking wet and I realized that towels would also be in order.

I brought those out as well and quietly retreated without bringing attention to myself to sit on the swing couch occupied earlier by the ladies. My circumspection was rewarded — all three began to undress. My wife was open about it and allowed me to leer at her as she slipped out of her skirt and revealed a flash of bald pussy. The other two were more demure – both faced away from me as they removed their clothing and dried themselves. I was pleased to see them remove their panties as well and then tie their robes closed — I hoped that before they would change into fresh clothing, I might be able to see a little more of their secrets.

They came to the couch and I had to scoot out of the way and sit in a single recliner across the way from them. The three sat and then folded their legs under them as they continued exclaiming in lovely terms about their fabulous merter escort experience. Melanie and Annie seemed oblivious to the show they had put on for me and strangely, I found that even more arousing.

After glancing at me, Annie mentioned that it was a pity that they had not been able to enjoy the rain naked and this comment received murmurs of agreement from the other two. Sam caught my eye and asked if there was not some sport that I could go and watch on television. I got the hint and made myself scarce — at least as far as the three women were concerned. I moved to my study above the patio and waited expectantly.

I saw their heads first — the three sirens walked out into the garden hand in hand and completely naked. I could not avoid touching myself as they came into focus — I could see the blond fuzz between Melanie’s thighs and the dark vertical strip of hair below Annie’s navel. It was pure perfection and I greedily drank in all the details that I could see. Melanie’s lighter skin was slightly freckled and she had a wide floral tattoo above her arse. Her thighs were strong and muscular without being heavy and her breasts were images of feminine perfection. I could not help imagine cupping them in my hands and caressing them. Annie’s body was equally attractive — clearly both had kept in shape. I caught my wife glancing up at the study window so perhaps she saw me but she didn’t seem to drag the other two into the house so I wasn’t sure. They walked around for some time getting wetter and wetter and I could not help but drop my shorts and seriously start masturbate even though I could see very little detail from my vantage point.

Unfortunately they returned to the house relatively quickly and, after a short while, I heard my wife calling up for some sherry. I came out to see them on the patio and distributed the glasses happy to see that the girls seemed comfortable enough to lounge about in their robes.

We kept chatting but I had trouble maintaining focus on the small niknaks of conversation that passed the time. All the girls were sparkling and, as the sherry flowed, their awareness of their lack of clothing faded. At one point, talking about a local politician I glanced up to see up the robe of Melanie. She was sitting crosslegged happily chatting but her robe had slipped aside revealing her cunt. The lips were smaller than my wife’s but I could see that there were lots of folds and I imagined my tongue exploring those folds as she wrapped her thighs around my head. Some moments later I got to see Annie’s breasts from close up as she stretched to get her glass. I was in a state of perpetual arousal.

My wife eventually got up and came to sit with me, her head swimming with alcohol. She turned me around and said that she was going to take a little snooze — I settled behind her as she lay on her back. I think the snooze was a ruse because her hand quickly found its way to my cock.

She found it hard since I had been ogling Annie and Melanie as they arranged themselves on the swing couch. By this time their robes were so loose that they exposed delicious bits of themselves with every movement. I caught a glimpse of the blond pussy hair of Melanie and almost jerked when she reached into her robe to scratch her groin. Once they lay down foot to foot things settled but I still got to enjoy an expanse of thigh from Annie. I was not sure which way things were going to turn out and given my previous experience I anticipated have a quick snuggle with Sam and then maybe a short nap.

Sam had other ideas. After a short while, she whispered to me, ‘How was the show, hubby? Did you like it?’ Her hand was busy stroking my erection so she had a good idea of the answer. I love it when the wine loosens her inhibitions but this was splendid. I glanced over at the other two who seemed to have decided that a good nap was in order. Their breathing had become regular and it seemed that they had fallen asleep. Sam got up slowly, trying not to make any noise and let the robe fall from her shoulders into a pile on the floor. She looked at me and with a whisper that could rouse the libido of a ninety year old geriatric, said “Dessert will be served in the bedroom”. I’ll admit that a small part of me wanted to see if I could get any peeks into the clothing of the other two women but as I stared at the butt of the sexy woman that was my wife and the way it swayed as she walked away from me was irresistible and I got up to follow her.

I got up quietly and followed her and caught up to her as we entered the living room. By this time I was crazy with desire and I grabbed her and swung her around to start a deep kiss. I think the combination of the wine and the situation made us forget the two ladies napping outside as Sam pushed me backwards onto one of the couches and pulled my shorts down to my knees. She swayed in front of me dancing to a silent tune. She raised her left arm above her head and then trailed down it with her other hand when she reached her breasts she moved her finger to her nipple gently tweaking it besiktas escort with her fingers. Her eyes were closed and I watched her move her hand slowly between her thighs to start to stroke her clit. She knelt down next to the sofa and gently kissed my mouth, her tongue darting in to just touch mine and then retreating again. I reached out to touch her nipple as she started a row of featherlight kisses leading to my groin.

Her eyes caught mine as she reached my cock which was straining for attention. She let the tip lightly touch her cheeks, teasing me. Then came a gentle kiss right at the top followed by a slight suction as she opened her mouth. I had to control myself from bucking into her mouth right there as she swirled her tongue around. Finally she took me deep into her mouth while her tongue worked vigourously. She stopped and looked at me, “Do you like?”

“I love it when you suck my cock,” I replied needlessly, “but I want some of your pussy to taste.”

She stood a moment while I got rid of all my clothing and then climbed over me lowering her sweet lips to my mouth. Her arousal was evident as a musky smell filled my nose. I spread her gently apart and licked slowly up her slit. I plunged my tongue deep into her, exploring her cunt and enjoyed the way that she squirmed her groin down onto me. She had been keeping some of the weight on her knees but as my tongue continued to lap at her pussy, she slid down pressing it downwards. She groaned and said with a slight quiver in her voice, “Yes, lick my pussy. Stick your tongue into me.” Then she became quieter as she took my manhood back into her mouth and quiet sounds of wet tongues filled the room. She took me deep into her mouth — she had never managed to take all of me but the movement of her tongue on the ridge under my cock was driving me crazy and I began thrusting upwards as I approached orgasm.

She stopped suddenly and I thought she was teasing me until she whispered to me to me quietly to listen. I stopped, my tongue still in her and then heard the light feminine giggle of our two guests from outside the house. We became aware of the fact we were very much exposed and decided to move to our bedroom before the two could come inside. Our route took us past the window looking out onto the patio and I quickly glanced outside to see what the girls were giggling about.

It was an image I won’t ever forget and left me standing in wonder. Annie was sitting behind Melanie with Melanie resting between her legs and her head lying on Annie’s shoulder. The pose was beautiful and as I watched I saw Annie’s hand slowly run down her neck and chin. When her finger reached Melanie’s lips, her mouth opened to gently kiss the finger. Annie then reached her hand to Melanie’s cheek and turned her face towards her own. She leaned down and lightly planted her lips on Melanie’s. The kiss seemed hesitant but I saw their mouths open and then the touch of their tongues.

The sound of the floorboards creaking on the other side of the room reminded me of my wife — I turned to look at her enjoying the brazen pose that she had assumed — hands on hips legs apart — I could see her pussy lips glisten amongst the slight fuzz of her pubic hair. I gestured for her to come over and pointed down at the two women kissing each other on the other side of the window. Sam’s eyes widened but her whispered response took me by surprise — “They’re so lucky — I wondered if they were ever going to allow themselves to let go like that. There has always been an attraction there, you know.””

Below us, the kiss had gotten more intimate. Annie had pushed her hand into Melanie’s robe and was playing with the nipple. Sam in the meanwhile was trying to pull me away from the scene and I reluctantly began to back away but I was too turned on to wait. I pulled her closer to me. My hand slipped between her legs and she moaned as I slipped a finger inside of her. I kept it still looking straight into her eyes and then very gently began to manoeuvre my finger inside of her. It was a subtle movement that had her breathing heavily. Every now and again I would slide my finger outwards right to the edge of her cunt and then I would slide it back in. Her pelvis rocked forward each time desperate for the continued contact.

Eventually, she leaned forward and whispered, “How many fingers do you have inside of me?” I held up my other hand showing one finger. “Put another one inside me, please?” The quiver in her voice almost had me throwing her down and taking her right then. She widened her legs and I withdrew the finger and then replaced it with two fingers that slipped into her extremely easily. She sighed and I started flexing my fingers inside of her. Her eyes closed and she leaned into me slowly humping my hand. “Another one,” she breathed, completely lost to anything but my touch. She was so wet that I slid the third finger into her pussy with no resistance. I had visions of her asking for a fourth finger but she began to make slight whimpering noises that indicated an approaching orgasm. Her eyes caught mine and she whispered fiercely “Don’t stop. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Then it came and she leaned into my shoulder and came – her pelvic muscles gripping my fingers as her body shuddered. Her whisper was throaty with sex as she hissed a long “Yesssssssssss” into my ear.

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Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, PC’s and e-mails on my previous stories. This story contains the use of firearms and violence. If this is unpleasant for you read no further and thanks for stopping by. For the rest of you love and adventure await. Enjoy.

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“Close this shooting range! Close this shooting range!”

Marissa Lyons was hot, thirsty and tired. Where is everyone else? They should have been here by now.

She continued to wave her ‘Close the Shooting Range’ sign and called to the passing cars. The City Council was in talks to cease funding the Public Shooting Range as a cost-cutting measure, which explained her presence there.

Dr. Perkins, her political science professor, was always urging his students to become active in public decision-making. He didn’t like guns or the people who owned them, so he had urged his students to protest further funding by the Council at the range entrance that Saturday morning. He felt it was an immoral enterprise and a waste of the city’s money. He could not join them, however, due to a last minute faculty meeting.

Several of Marissa’s classmates had agreed to meet and protest at the Range entrance. They all shared the professor’s views on political matters and were eager to follow his example. Marissa had arrived two hours ago, but no one else had appeared.

Marissa’s roommate had dropped her off on her way to the mall; her cell phone battery went dead, and she had no ride back to the dorm. If her classmates didn’t show up soon, she was in trouble. The people entering the facility ignored her, and she felt she was wasting her time.

“Where is everyone? They said they would be here,” Marissa muttered in frustration. “What I wouldn’t give for a drink of water.”

A pick up truck pulled over and stopped. Two men got out. The taller man was dressed in jeans, a striped short-sleeved shirt, and a ball cap. His companion was short and stocky, wearing dark blue overalls, a sweat stained blue t-shirt, and a ball cap.

The tall one said, “Hey little girl, why don’t you run along home to your mommy and quit trying to cause trouble?”

Marissa scowled and stood rigidly, clutching her sign. Little girl? I’m twenty-one years old. Who does this redneck think he is talking to me like that?

The men continued to taunt Marissa. “Hey,” said the stocky one, “She looks a little hot out in this sun, let’s dunk her in the creek and cool her off.”

The men laughed and walked menacingly towards her, approaching from each side. Frightened, Marissa dropped her sign, backing away slowly, eyes darting from one to the other. The men approached her grinning, and then stopped suddenly. Marissa continued edging away until she bumped into a hard body and screamed as strong hands gripped her shoulders.

“Hiya Dave…Hiya Bob,” said a contralto voice from behind her, “You boys weren’t thinkin’ about botherin’ this little lady, were you?” The men stepped back, looking scared and respectful.

“Naw, Andy,” Bob replied. “We were just kiddin’.”

“Yeah, Andy,” Dave said. “We were just foolin’ around. Honest.”

“Competition’s gonna start soon,” said Andy. “You boys better get a move on or you’ll miss the sign-up.” The chastened men shuffled back to their truck and drove away.

Marissa turned slowly and looked at her rescuer. She was awestruck. Andy was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. She was tall, over six feet, appearing to be in her early thirties. Her white blonde hair, closely cropped on the sides of her head and spiked on top, contrasted sharply with her tanned skin. Her large breasts were barely contained in a camouflage tank top. A fitted pair of knee-length shorts in an identical pattern rode low on her narrow hips. Ankle boots and brown socks completed her outfit.

“Now, Lil’ Bit,” Andy said, “what are you doin’ out here all alone, botherin’ folks who just want to have a good time?”

Marissa was fascinated. The woman’s face was slightly angular; her lips red and full, beautiful white teeth, an aquiline nose, high cheek bones and compelling azure eyes that seemed to be gazing into Marissa’s very soul. She felt like a six-year-old caught running through her neighbor’s flower garden.

“I, I wasn’t bothering anyone,” she said, drawing herself up to her full height of 5′ 10. “I am conducting a legitimate demonstration against an immoral enterprise. It’s my constitutional right to protest,” she concluded haughtily.

Andy grinned. She’s feisty. I like that in a woman. “What’s your name, Lil’ Bit? I like to know who I’m talkin’ to.”

“Marissa. Marissa Lyons,” she replied. “Is that really your name – Andy?”

Andy’s hearty laugh startled Marissa, “Actually it’s Andrea Vaughn, but everybody calls me Andy. Only my momma called me Andrea, and that’s when she was mad.” She laughed again, noticing that Marissa had relaxed and was giving her a tentative smile. “You want a drink? You look a mite thirsty.”

“Oh yes, please,” Marissa replied. “My escort istanbul friends were bringing stuff to drink, but they never showed up.” She frowned, “It appears I’m the only one who cared enough be out here.”

“Stood you up, did they?” Andy snorted. “Some friends you have. C’mon, I have soda, juice, water. What’s your pleasure?”

Marissa had not heard Andy drive up, being focused on her antagonists, nor had she noticed what she had arrived in. “Wow, is this yours?” Marissa asked excitedly. This was becoming an amazing day for the young girl.

“Yep,” said Andy, patting an olive drab fender. “This is ‘Ol’ Blood ‘n’ Guts’, ‘OBG’ for short; named it after General George Patton.”

“It’s a jeep, a real Army jeep,” Marissa marveled. “I’ve seen them on The History Channel. Where did you get it?”

“Won it in a shooting contest in Oklahoma, a couple years back,” Andy replied. “Those ol’ boys figured they could outshoot a woman easy. Well, they figured wrong.”

“One cool drink for the lady,” she said, reaching into a cooler and handing Marissa a bottle.

As Marissa gulped the water, she watched Andy with increasing fascination. The woman moved with a cat-like grace, muscles rippling under her tanned skin. Her beautiful smile and hearty laugh sent shivers up Marissa’s spine. She was having the same feelings she’d had for her print media study partner last semester…

Marissa and Barbara had become friendly and started hanging out together at the campus Student Union. They had kissed and hugged several times after drinking at Beta Delta and Omicron Phi frat parties. Marissa felt she wanted more, but Barbara began dating a boy and nothing came of it. Now this fascinating woman was bringing those feelings to the surface. Marissa shivered again, despite the heat of the day. She no longer felt like protesting anything as she gazed at her blonde-haired rescuer. Her hand-lettered sign lay on the roadside, forgotten.

“Hop in, Lil’ Bit,” said Andy, “Looks like your buddies ain’t showin’ up. I’ll give you a ride up to the range complex. I’m gettin’ hungry; wanna hot dog?”

“Oh yes, please,” Marissa replied, “It’s been a long time since breakfast. I have money, I can pay.”

“Naw, this one’s on me,” Andy grinned at her. Marissa’s heart skipped a beat, there was that smile again. “Not every day I can rescue a damsel in distress, and buy her lunch too.”

Andy had been looking at Marissa with increasing interest. Ooooeee, she’s so young an’ so darn cute. I could just eat her up. That sexy outfit, that sweet body. Calm down, girl, calm down.

Marissa had dressed for comfort in a yellow tank top and hip hugging denim shorts. The scanty clothing displayed her petite breasts and her firm, round ass. Brown sandals completed her outfit. Her long chestnut hair tied back in a ponytail gave Andy an excellent view of her cute little nose, round cheeks, full lips and large, sparkling hazel eyes. Andy was staring at Marissa and ran into a wheel stop in the parking lot, jerking them forward. “We’re here,” Andy laughed. “Now how about that hot dog?”

They found a table under a tree near the food concession and sat down to eat. Andy wolfed down three hot dogs in quick succession and started on the baskets of onion rings and French fries. Marissa usually ate salads and muffins for lunch, but she ate two hot dogs, and playfully battled Andy for the last of the rings and fries. She was enjoying being with Andy and in no time they were chatting like old friends. Andy learned that Marissa was in her senior year at City College, majoring in Political Science. Andy told Marissa she had served in the Army’s Military Police and now was the founder and editor of a gun magazine for women.

As they talked, Andy and Marissa moved together until their arms and hips touched. The contact was thrilling to both of them. Marissa trembled, wishing Andy would take her in those strong arms and never let go. Andy crushed her drink cup in long fingers, resisting the growing desire to grab Marissa and cover that sweet face with kisses. Neither woman moved for a few minutes, wrestling with their newfound feelings for one another.

Then Andy’s wristwatch beeped. “Oh crap,” Andy cried. “C’mon Lil’ Bit, we’re gonna be late for the competition.” Andy jumped up from the bench, threw their trash in a nearby barrel and walked rapidly towards the firing range, Marissa running to keep up with her long strides.

“Andy, where are we going?” she asked breathlessly. “What are we doing?”

“Shootin’, Lil Bit, shootin’. I’m firin’ my fifty caliber today. My Big Boomer; goin’ for thousand-yard targets, you’ll love it.”

***

Marissa had never been on a gun range before. Andy asked her to sit in the spectators’ gallery, giving her ear protectors. “I’m up in a few minutes”, she said. “Gotta check my rifle out. See ya’ back here after I’m done.”

Marissa looked around at the people in the bleachers and at the gun stands. They’re ordinary people. Like you’d see at the mall or the supermarket. There escort bayan were men and women of all ages, even little children. Everyone was smiling and happy, laughing and joking, having fun. Marissa’s political science professor had given her the impression that gun owners were a pack of inbred, demented hillbillies who wanted to kill anything they saw. No one here looks like that. Now why would he tell us…?

The roar of a rifle jerked her attention to the firing range. These guns were loud, even with her ears covered. She could feel the concussions from the shots on her body. One contestant after another fired, then Andy was at her shooting stand, holding the biggest gun Marissa had ever seen. It was almost as long as Andy was tall, the stock and grip in camouflage colors like her outfit. Andy stepped to the stand and began firing, gouts of flame spitting from the rifle’s barrel. Suddenly, Marissa wasn’t scared anymore. She was enjoying this and it was exciting.

Andy ceased firing. She must have done well, because the other contestants were patting her on the back and shaking her hand. Marissa watched the competition for a while, no longer flinching when the big rifles roared. Then Andy was sitting down beside her, putting her arm around her waist, “Enjoyin’ yourself, sugar?”

Marissa thrilled to Andy’s touch, leaning against her, brushing her breast with her arm. “Oh yes, Andy. Did you hit the target? Everyone seemed excited when you finished shooting.”

“Got em’ all in the black, tight grouping; not bad for a thousand yards,” said Andy, exhilaration in her voice. “Wow, I love firin’ those big ones. What a rush.” Marissa was unsure what she was referring to, but she was happy that Andy was happy.

***

They walked around the range for a while, watching various shooting competitions, including one for bows and arrows. As the range was closing, they walked to the jeep. Andy said, “I’m goin home, Lil’ Bit, can I drop you someplace?”

Marissa’s mind was racing. She did not want to leave Andy just yet. She was happy being with her. She wanted to stay together longer. “I had a wonderful time today, Andy. Thank you for saving me from those men. Can I buy you some dinner, or a cup of coffee, or…?”

“Thanks, Lil’ Bit,” Andy replied, “But I’m kinda pooped. All I want to do is eat and soak in my hot tub for a while.”

“Hot tub? I love hot tubs,” Marissa blurted. “Can I join you? I’ll buy some sub sandwiches so you don’t have to cook.”

Andy was silent for a moment. Finally, she said, “Mariss, I’m a lesbian, does that bother you?”

“I know you are, at least I pretty much knew,” Marissa replied. “That doesn’t bother me at all. I like being with you. You’re, uh, you’re the most fascinating person I’ve ever met.” She blushed and hung her head, “I, I want to go home with you. May I, please?”

Andy smiled at her, “You’re somethin’ else Lil’ Bit. You know what might, oh hell, what will happen if you go home with me? Be honest, are you ready for it?”

Marissa blushed again and looked Andy in the eye. “Yes, yes I am. I have been with a woman before, well, sort of. I want you to teach me what it’s like, what to do, everything.” She paused and sighed, “I want to be your lover tonight.”

Andy’s heart was in her throat, she felt tears in her eyes and she hated crying. Damn. Seemingly, out of nowhere, this beautiful young girl was offering herself to her. “Okay Mariss,” she said, starting the engine and putting OBG in gear, “Let’s get some subs and head for the barn. Hey, I don’t think I have a suit that’ll fit you.”

Marissa laughed happily, “Who needs a suit?”

“Oh my Lord,” Andy murmured. “This is gonna be sooo good.”

***

“Well, Mariss,” said Andy, as OBG rolled up the long gravel driveway, “There’s the old homestead.” Flushed and excited from her wild ride, Marissa barely heard what Andy was saying. She had never gone that fast before in an open car, much less an Army jeep. The wind had blown the elastic out of her hair, so it flowed behind her like a waterfall. Men blew their horns, waving and hollering at the two beautiful women. They waved back, grinning and laughing at the attention.

‘The old homestead’, as Andy referred to it, was a 19th Century farmhouse, two stories tall, painted white with a wide wraparound porch and a metal roof.

“Oh Andy,” Marissa exclaimed, “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks, Lil’ Bit,” Andy replied. “It’s been in the family quite a while. When my Daddy died, he passed it along to me. Now I live here by myself,” she laughed, “just me and my shadow.”

Marissa felt sad for Andy, living in this big house, alone. “But,” Andy continued, “I have my work and my guns and my friends to keep me occupied.” When they walked into the house, it was dark and cool as a breeze drifted through the large open windows. “Put those subs on the table, sugar,” Andy said, “I’ll give you a quick tour and then we’ll eat.”

Marissa loved Andy’s rustic decorating style. 19th Century wood furniture in every room, gingham slipcovers eskort on the chairs and couches, large pots of flowering plants on all the windowsills. Two-tiered lace curtains hung at the windows, rippling in the breeze. Large oil paintings of farm scenes hung on the walls.

Andy took Marissa by the arm as she showed her the house. The touch of Andy’s hand made her skin tingle, exciting Marissa; she was having trouble concentrating on what Andy was saying. “…and finally my office and study,” Andy smiled, “this is where it all happens.”

The room was immense, lined with bookshelves. A large table crammed with computer equipment stood in the center of the room, surrounded by stacks of papers, books and magazines. A huge, high backed leather chair that Andy referred to as her ‘throne’ stood behind the table.

“Are you a writer, too?” asked Marissa, “I’ve never seen this many books outside of a library.”

“That’s right on the money, Lil’ Bit,” Andy replied. “I do more editorial work now; mostly for ‘The Armed Woman’ magazine, as well as some others. It keeps me busy, that’s for sure.” Marissa gripped Andy’s hand, imagining what it would be like to work in this comfortable house with this amazing woman. “C’mon,” said Andy, “Let’s eat and get in that hot tub.”

Andy ate with her usual gusto. Marissa kept pace as best she could, but Andy finished before her. “The hot tubs’ on the back porch, darlin’,” Andy said with a wink, “When you’re done, c’mon out and join me, we’ll clean up later.” Walking towards the back door of the kitchen, she pulled off her tank top, and then opened the door. Marissa’s breath caught in her throat as she saw Andy’s figure silhouetted in the rays of the setting sun. “Don’t be too long now.” She winked and grinned. “Water might get cold.”

Marissa caught a glimpse of Andy’s breasts swaying as the door closed, she felt warm all over and was not hungry anymore; at least not for the sandwich. She jumped up from the table, tossed the remains of her meal in the fridge, and ran out the back door.

***

Marissa found herself standing on a redwood deck running the length of the house. At the far end was a large circular hot tub, set into the planking. Andy was already in it, her clothes, socks and boots lying in a pile. Wait, we’re outside. I’m going naked outside? Andy sensed Marissa’s concern, “Don’t worry, Lil’ Bit, there isn’t anybody within a half mile of this place. C’mon and join me.”

Marissa’s hands were shaking as she pulled off her tank top then her bra, freeing her firm breasts. A cool breeze hardened her brown nipples. She felt Andy’s eyes on her like burning coals. She kicked off her sandals, unfastened her shorts and wriggled out of them, pulling down her wet panties. Marissa bent over to pick up her clothing, showing Andy her ass and pussy. Hearing Andy’s soft moan was terribly exciting for Marissa and she wiggled her ass suggestively. She strolled naked to the hot tub’s edge across from Andy, and stepped into the bubbling water.

Marissa gasped as the hot water touched her skin. Sliding into the tub, she looked at Andy sitting across from her, grinning. The blood pounded in Marissa’s temples as she saw the desire in Andy’s eyes. She suddenly felt vulnerable and shy. She held her legs together and crossed her arms over her breasts. Marissa’s breath quickened at the tantalizing glimpses of Andy through the roiling water. Andy’s breasts bobbed on the surface, her stomach was flat and muscled, and her long legs spread wide.

“How’s the water?” Andy said. “Warm enough for ya?”

“It…it’s just right. Just warm enough,” Marissa said in a low voice. The hungry look on Andy’s face was making her alternately scared and excited.

“We can warm it up a tad if you like,” Andy purred, emphasizing the ‘we’.

The warmth was relaxing Marissa. She rested her elbows on the rim, leaned back and spread her legs.

“I suppose we could warm it up a bit,” she replied seductively.

“Mind if I join you?” Andy said. She stood up, water sheeting from her body.

Marissa’s mouth was dry as she gazed at the woman before her. Andy’s puckered nipples, pink labial lips, and muscular arms and legs ignited the fires of lust that swept through her body.

“I would like that,” Marissa said throatily. She stood up and sat on the edge of the hot tub.

Andy sat beside her, the evening breeze cool on their wet bodies.

Andy’s left arm slid around Marissa’s waist, her right hand cupping a breast, her thumb rubbing the erect nipple.

“You’re so beautiful; you’re my little treasure,” she whispered, “I’m going to make you so very happy tonight.” She nuzzled Marissa’s neck, breathing in the scent of floral shampoo in her long hair.

Marissa sighed and stroked Andy’s thigh, “Make me happy Andy, please, I want you so much.”

They began to kiss, first softly, then more open-mouthed, tongues sliding, sucking on each other’s lips. Andy stepped into the tub facing Marissa, and spread her legs with her right knee. Stroking the young girl’s pubic mound, she slid a finger into the sweet little pussy. Marissa gasped when Andy’s finger entered her. Marissa’s hand found Andy’s breast, rubbing the nipple between her finger and thumb. They ground their mouths against each other, tongues writhing.

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Brooke asked if I would write this story. The theme is interracial lesbian domination. All the characters are real. All references to people and photographs are real. I’ve simply inserted myself into her world. The story ends at my last point of contact with Brooke. There may be more to come.

CLAIRE — LATE AFTERNOON

My heart was beating faster than normal. The email had intrigued me… so had the photographs—sexy, raw photographs.

Brooke was a hot, beautiful girl who embodied every masturbatory fantasy I’d ever had about black women. I’d had countless … ever since that unexpected night with Laura Johnson. Some fantasies involved beautiful young girls like Brooke while others featured older, unattractive black dykes. But they all had one thing in common.

They made me cum like there was no tomorrow.

I would normally have refused a personal request to feature someone in a story. My writing career was just taking off and I had deadlines to finish on two stories, plus another to start. I couldn’t take on another project.

But this curvy black girl had made me think again…

This is Brooke. I am a 19-year-old college student with way too much time on my hands. I love your current story and I was wondering if I could get you to write a story about me. I am bi, I love to tease, I love to be forced, submissive side. I have turned my high school friend into a total lesbian, I tease her mom. I have my nipples pierced, I tease all my dad’s clients, and I like to walk around with nothing under my sundresses. Here are some photos of me you can use.

I dropped the email back down onto the passenger seat and concentrated on my driving. I was close to Brighton now. But the words I’d just read again wouldn’t leave my mind. Nor would the images in the photographs she’d shared.

I was both terrified and elated at the opportunity to work closely with her. And I was definitely stepping out of my comfort zone. Despite my experience with Laura Johnson one drunken night after a party in London I wasn’t bi.

I wasn’t! I wasn’t!

Yet recollections returned as if it were yesterday. The black woman had offered me a lift back home and had surprised me by stopping at hers and inviting me in for coffee. Even now, the way I’d eagerly responded to the first kiss still surprised me. It had been daylight before I’d left her flat and we’d fucked practically all night.

I hadn’t returned any of her phone calls afterwards. How could I? I was ashamed and racked by guilt. I wasn’t a lesbian. That wasn’t me. The last message she’d left on my mobile phone had been brief and had haunted me every since.

“Once you’ve had black, you never go back.”

I shook my head violently as if that would drive the thought away. I had never had another experience with a woman since then. But Laura Johnson had left her mark. The fantasies had continued and now I lived them out through my stories.

The complicated streets in the centre of Brighton made me focus on my driving again. My sat nav was useless and I’d printed out the route. Brooke’s email had said her choice for our late afternoon meeting—The Legends wine bar—was easy to find. I hoped so. I’d been driving for over four hours now.

I hadn’t decided whether to find a hotel and make a weekend of it, or drive back home after our meeting. But another long journey didn’t appeal to me and drops of rain against the windscreen suggested that the brewing storm was about to burst.

I felt that strange combination of weariness and arousal. There had been too much time to think during the journey. And to keep glancing at the photographs Brooke had sent me. They were spread out on the passenger seat. He black body looked stunning in the white swimsuit. And in that yellow top. And then there was that naked photograph. The one that I’d masturbated to…

I felt a lick of heat run through me…

Stay professional, I reminded myself. Find out what Brooke had to say and make a logical judgement as to whether I could turn it into a meaningful story. I surprised myself by laughing out loud at the absurdity of the thought. Who was I kidding? The chance to work with the young black girl was drawing me like a magnet.

The wine bar was easier to find than I’d anticipated. But then it pretty much encompassed a whole block on the seafront. Who could miss it?

I was a few minutes early. Would she be there yet?

Butterflies tickled the insides of my stomach and I sat for a good minute to let them settle before checking my appearance in the driving mirror. It took several more deep breaths to compose myself. Thirty seconds later I opened the car door and made my way towards entrance.

*

The place wasn’t that busy and Brooke was sitting at the bar, looking out of the rain covered window at the panoramic sea view. She was wearing a tight white top with black low-rise jeans and, with her sunglasses perched on top of her long black hair, it struck me that she could easily pass as a model.

She’d escort istanbul told me in subsequent email exchanges that she hated to wear a bra and true to her word, I could see her nipples through the white top. Her pierced nipples!

Pierced tongue and pierced nipples.

I hesitated when I saw her turn and talk to the woman next to her. It hadn’t occurred to me that she wouldn’t be alone. The woman was much older than Brooke and the large dark sunglasses she wore covered her eyes.

I stepped closer to introduce myself but when she saw me Brooke was quickly on her feet. The warmth of her greeting took me by surprise. She flung her arms around me and before I could speak, her lips were on mine. Her tongue slid across my lips, wetting them, before sliding into my mouth.

I felt the heat all the way down to my pussy.

When she eventually stepped back, a red blush covered my cheeks. We were in public, in the middle of a wine bar, and yet I’d accepted the kiss like a long lost lover. I realised that despite my bra, my own nipples were making themselves known through the dress I’d worn specifically for the meeting. It was short enough to display my long tanned legs and sufficiently low cut to display a modest amount of cleavage.

Normally I would have chosen something more formal for such a meeting but in the circumstances…

“This is my Auntie Mischelle,” she explained, nodding at the woman seated beside her. “Well she not my real Auntie, but I call her that.”

I smiled at the woman as I reached for her hand. Like the expression on her face, it was ice. I still couldn’t see her eyes through those dark sunglasses but had the impression that her gaze was looking right through me. The contrast between her and Brooke’s greeting couldn’t have been more marked.

I asked if I could buy them a drink and we settled on a bottle of wine. The older woman made me uncomfortable and with Brooke offering no further explanation for her presence, I began by making some small talk about my journey to meet them.

Brooke’s eyes sparkled at me throughout and in truth it was difficult to keep my eyes from her body. I could see the outline of the nipple rings through her white top but didn’t feel confident enough to ask about them yet.

“You have the face and the body of a model, Brooke,” I found myself telling her. “Have you ever thought of finding some modelling work? You never know what it could lead to.”

She laughed aloud.

“Around here, babe? I doubt there’d be any opportunities around here. I’m at college and when I finish I’m going to be a mad scientist.”

It was impossible not to laugh with her. She was so bubbly. But the older woman with her had no such problem. Her expression didn’t change one iota.

“Okay,” I eventually said during a pause, “let’s get down to business. I wanted this meeting to determine if I could do you justice, Brooke. Writing stories for other people isn’t usually my style. I’ll need quite a lot of detail before I agree to take this on as a project.”

“But you like writing erotic stories, especially featuring black women…”

She flashed me that mischievous smile again and her dark eyes stayed on mine, as if she were evaluating my reaction.

“I’ve read them all. And you like writing about control and domination. That sort of thing turns you on.”

It wasn’t a question but the words served their purpose. I felt a little off balance. I shuffled on the bar stool and took a gulp of wine while I thought. I didn’t particularly want to get into the style of my stories at that point. And while I was becoming more curious about the presence of the woman she called Auntie Mischelle, I wasn’t clear on the best way to clarify her role. I decided instead to ignore her and focus on Brooke.

“Okay,” I eventually responded. “Why don’t you give me some background and we’ll take it from there?”

She smiled happily. “Sure. You know the photographs I sent you?”

I wondered if Mischelle knew about them and perhaps absurdly felt the need to clarify what Brooke had done.

“Yes, the ones you gave as background to the people involved.”

She nodded and picked up the buff coloured envelope on the bar by her elbow. I hadn’t noticed it until then.

“I have more pictures to show you.”

She rummaged inside the envelope, bringing out a couple and pushing them back inside before finding the photo she wanted and handing it to me.

“This is Carla.”

It took me aback. The girl had dark eyes and short dark hair. Her hands were out in front of her, palms upwards, and eyes were looking up towards the ceiling. But what was particularly shocking was that someone had used red lipstick on her face. There were stripes on her cheeks, a ring around her mouth and the word ‘Slut’ emblazoned across her chest just above the top of her dress.

I stared wordlessly back at Brooke.

“She’s one of my girlfriends,” she casually said, as if that explained everything. “She’s taken fatih escort me to a few lesbian parties at her college.”

I nodded and glanced at Mischelle out of the corner of my eye. Throughout the meeting she had yet to say a word.

“This is Mira,” Brooke told me, pulling out a second photograph.

This one made my heart pump faster. The Latin looking girl had straggly light brown hair, a slightly curved nose and lips as wonderfully full as Brooke’s were. Her hands were up by her shoulders and her breasts had been shamelessly pulled out of the cups of her black bra. They were full and heavy, with pink nipples that sat in the middle of her large and perfectly round areola.

“Hot bitch, huh?” Brooke chuckled, licking her lips. “Mira works at the Honda dealer and when she saw me in a bra less top she said I should get my nipples pierced. She said that she’d get me a better deal if I let her take me to get it done and I ended up with the car and pierced nipples. What d’you think?”

Before I could react, she used both hands to lift her top and, for a couple of seconds, her full black breasts were totally revealed in all their glory. There was only one word to describe them—magnificent. Laura Johnson had majestic breasts, too. But her chocolate coloured nipples hadn’t been pierced. I’d never seen anything as sexy as Brooke’s nipple rings, with the little hearts hanging down.

“I … think … they’re very attractive,” I slowly replied, cursing myself for such a lame answer.

She pulled the top back in place, oblivious to the stares from people near us. Was their nothing that embarrassed this girl? Then she was rummaging back in her envelope again. She took out a photograph and held it up to her Auntie. When Mischelle nodded her permission, Brooke smiled and handed it to me.

I almost fell off my stool. The photograph was of Mischelle, sitting upright in a bath full of soapy water. She was smiling for the camera and cupping her pendulous breasts. I glanced at her impassive face and then back at Brooke.

It seemed that the photo was no big deal to either of them but it certainly left its mark on me. Despite myself, I could feel the heat between my thighs. Here I was, looking at the naked photograph of a woman who was sitting next to me and who had yet to utter a word. It was as surreal as it was provocative.

My mouth must have dropped open because Brooke began to laugh again.

“Auntie Mischelle wants me to tell you about her and me. She’s my mum’s best friend and lives in a very nice house close to my college. I run some errands for her and she pays me … routine stuff to begin with but then outside of the box.”

“Outside the box?” I queried, looking at one of them and then the other.

“Mmm-hmm,” Brooke answered. “We’ve grown very close and Auntie Mischelle sort of guides the things I do.”

This time I frowned. Was I picking this up clearly? The change in expression on Brooke’s face told me there was more to tell.

My gaze shifted to Mischelle as I returned the photograph to Brooke. The expression on her face remained emotionless except … except … my eyes had involuntarily dipped to her breasts inside her dark jumper. The photograph had shown them to be as generous as Brooke’s, with large dark areola and nipples. Just like the older black women in my masturbatory fantasies. A knowing smile seemed to briefly touch the corner of her lips … and then disappear again just as quickly.

Had she noticed my glance?

I suddenly had the feeling that while I wanted to hear more from Brooke, I would gain more from the discussion if we were on our own. Mischelle was starting to bug me. I told myself that was because of the silent treatment and not the tinge of arousal I’d experienced on seeing her naked in the photograph.

I glanced out of the window, seeking a way forward. The storm had well and truly broken and the rain was pounding against the glass.

“I have enough to be going on with for now,” I said, deliberately looking at Mischelle and then turning back to Brooke. “I intend to stay down here for the weekend. Perhaps you and I could meet again tomorrow? By then I’ll have digested all of this and have my thoughts in order. How does that feel?”

Her eyes lit up instantly. “You’re going to write it?”

“One step at a time,” I said, sending her a reassuring smile. “Let’s say I’m very interested but we have a few more things to talk about.”

She instantly swung her head towards Mischelle.

“See, I’ve done what you asked. You didn’t think I could. Now everyone will know what a slut I can be. See, you won’t have to punish me anymore.”

“Punish?”

The word just came out of my mouth. What did Brooke mean, punish?

Her head went down for a moment and I realised I shouldn’t have interrupted. This was between her and Mischelle. I needed to understand what was going on but I could probe further when Brooke and I had some alone time.

“Where are bahçelievler escort you staying?” she suddenly asked, changing the subject.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ll find a hotel. It shouldn’t be too difficult and—”

The look of bemusement on her face made me pause.

“You haven’t booked a hotel? This is Brighton’s busiest time of the year. Don’t you know there’s a festival on?”

No. I had no idea. Damn. The long drive home wasn’t an option, not with the storm outside. Besides, I was tired and I’d drunk a couple of glasses of wine. I’d never been good with alcohol.

“Don’t worry,” she said as I hesitated. “I have an idea.”

She exchanged glances with Mischelle and when her gaze returned to meet mine there was a different look in her eyes…

BROOKE

Everything was working out exactly as Mischelle had predicted. She had gone for it big-time when I’d first mentioned the idea of getting someone to write a story about me. She’d said I was a slut and that I should be shown as one. But that wasn’t all. When I’d shown her Claire’s photograph she had instantly decided she wanted a lot more than just the story. She made it clear I was to follow her instructions and that she’d punish me again if I didn’t.

But this was going to be a pleasure.

I held Claire’s sexy gaze while I slipped the photographs back into the buff coloured envelope. By the time I’d showed her them all, and told her the stories, she’d be eating out of my hand. She might be playing hard to get but I knew she was already hooked on writing the story about me. Then there was the way she looked at me. She tried hard not to show it but she could hardly keep her eyes off my body.

She wanted me every bit as much as I wanted her.

Mischelle had insisted on attending the meeting to make sure I did as she’d told me. I’d followed her instructions to the letter. She also wanted to spook Claire. Auntie Mischelle knew exactly how to manipulate people—look at me!—and her silent treatment was just a way of establishing control.

When I felt he nudge my foot with hers, it was my cue. I picked up my dark sunglasses and covered my eyes with them. It made me look even sexier.

“I’m staying at the Hotel Pelirocco tonight and only got the room by default a week ago,” I lied, repeating what Mischelle had told me earlier. “So I doubt there’ll be any rooms available anywhere in Brighton. But why don’t you let me see what I can do…”

CLAIRE

Brooke and Mischelle had left me at the bar while they went off somewhere, to check vacancies I assumed. I sipped nervously at the remains of my wine as I awaited their return, trying to put the pieces together. Brooke’s sudden exclamation to Mischelle had taken me aback and they didn’t make sense.

“See, I’ve done what you asked. You didn’t think I could. Now everyone will know what a slut I can be. See, you won’t have to punish me anymore.”

I couldn’t take the words at face value. I was missing something and I needed to get her alone tomorrow to discover what that was. That wasn’t going to be easy, with her Auntie Mischelle shadowing her every move. She still hadn’t said a word to me, although she did offer her hand, and a smile, before she and Brooke had headed towards the bar entrance.

Brooke had said they wouldn’t be long and she was as good as her word. Except that when she returned, she was alone. Every move of her body as she walked towards me was provocative, designed to draw heads. By the time she was halfway across the room, practically every guy in the bar was staring at her. And a few women.

“I have good and bad news.”

I stared blankly at her as she slipped onto the bar stool beside me.

“It’s as I thought,” she said, crossing her legs.

She casually dropped a hand onto my bare thigh as she shuffled closer. I wondered what Mischelle would think when she returned.

“There are no vacant rooms at any hotel in Brighton ’til Sunday night after the festival. Everything’s booked.”

I looked at her in frustration. The rain was beating against the windows now. Driving home appeared to be the only option but it wasn’t one I was looking forward to. And yet, there was a glint in her eyes. She’d said good as well as bad news…

“But Auntie Mischelle has worked wonders. I’ve had to give up my room at the Pelirocco but that means we’ve been able to secure you a suite.”

I stared at her, nonplussed for a second.

“A suite? Give up your room? I couldn’t ask—”

Her smouldering eyes shone with excitement and she waived the small leaflet in her free hand into the air.

“It’s complicated but Auntie Mischelle has pulled a few strings. She has a few things to attend to now but you can thank her tomorrow. But listen to this…”

She opened the leaflet and leant even closer to me so that I could see the contents as she began to read them. She smelled good. Some kind of spicy perfume.

“Our flagship suite, the ultimate “dirty weekend” room…”

It took a moment for me to focus on what she was saying and when I did I blurted out my response without even thinking.

“Dirty weekend?”

She burst out laughing at my instant reaction and the hand on my leg squeezed a little more tightly. It was the touch of someone sharing a confidence.

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Made it through another day, I thought to myself as I slid my key into the lock and let myself in. Closing the door behind me I called out, “I’m home.” Nobody answered and I was greeted like I so often was since I was young, with complete and utter silence.

I took my shoes off and placed them in the closet. My head was spinning with thoughts of the day as I strolled through our living room and into the kitchen where I spotted a note on the table that read… “Gone out for the evening. Won’t be home till late so don’t wait up. Love, mom.”

Sometimes I wish that I didn’t have to spend so much time alone but tonight, after the day I’d had, I would welcome the peace and quiet with open arms. Looking up at the old clock on the kitchen wall I see that it’s almost 4 PM. I figured mom wouldn’t be home until midnight at the earliest, great I thought, 8 hours to myself and I’ll need all of them. I slid my backpack off the one shoulder I had it draped over and laid it on the table beside the note and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I twisted the cap off and downed it almost instantly. Partly due to the heat outside but mostly just trying to numb my mind. I wanted to check the answering machine for messages before I headed downstairs to my room. Or my fortress of solitude as I like to call it. I don’t know why I bother because the messages are never for me but I do it anyway. As I approached the cupboard where the machine was I saw what I expected, no messages.

I grabbed my bag again as well as a second bottle of beer from the fridge and took off for my room. Having my bedroom in the basement was a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially when I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and I had to stumble all the way upstairs in the dark to do it. Overall though I loved the fact that my room was downstairs. I had the only room down here and that allowed for a lot more privacy then most of my friends got from their parents. Privacy has always been a big thing with me. I paid my mom some rent for the room and since she was hardly ever home it was kind of like having my own house anyway. The longer I stayed at home the more it allowed me to save up money to get out of this city that seemed like my own private prison sometimes. I figure I’m 19, almost 20, and ready to move on as soon as I can but college was eating up most of my spare money and that made it seem impossible at times, like I would be stuck here forever.

I opened the door to my room, walked in and closed it behind me. The days seemed to get harder all the time and today was the day I had been dreading for a long time now. It was harder for me to hide what I was feeling from the people I didn’t want to find out, and today they found out and revealed my secret to the world. It wasn’t the world so much that I cared about but one person in particular.

I decided to try my usual recipe for relaxation and getting my feelings out, music. I was hoping the beer would help relax me some as well. In my opinion, if there is a moment of silence in a day it should be promptly filled with music of some kind. I’m not even particular about what kind, and you could tell that simply by checking out my collection of cassettes and CDs. You would find anything from Elvis to my personal favorites Bon Jovi & Melissa Etheridge. What I played totally depended on my mood at the time.

Thumbing through my selection now I came to a stop on Melissa Etheridges’ first album and popped it into my disc player. I gave the volume dial a sharp turn to the right making it as loud as I could stand it and plopped down on my bed to think. I was thrilled that I could play my music as loud as I wanted since nobody was home except me. Stretched out on my bed with beer in hand, all I could think about was my friends and what had happened today. More like ex-friends now, I thought. One friend in particular was on my mind, my best friend of 8 years, Julia. I very seldom called her Julia though, to me she’s always been and always will be “Jewels”. Jewels seemed to be on my mind more and more this past year. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say every second I wasn’t with her, I was thinking about her. The song pounding from my stereo seemed to echo what I so often felt inside when it came to her….

…Cause if I can’t love you, I don’t want to love you. If I can’t hold you, I don’t wanna be thinkin’ of you. And if you don’t want me, I don’t want to want you. And if you won’t see me, I don’t know what to do. But oh, I’ll keep watching you…

Oh who am I kidding, I escort bayan though to myself, she’s never going to feel the same way about me as I do about her. She’s got a boyfriend for gods sake. And a real jack-ass he his. I don’t know what she sees in him, she’s way to good for him. I wish she could see that, see herself like I see her.

I took another long, slow swig from the bottle in my hand praying that it would help get rid of what I was feeling or at least ease the knots in my stomach from the scene at school today. Laying there listening to the music that pounded through my room every word and note seemed to go right into my soul and spoke right to my heart. About 15 minutes passed by the time I took the last drink from my 2nd bottle, a bottle that would be my best friend tonight. I decided to have a nice long hot shower before heading to the fridge for the 3rd of what would be many drinks tonight. I was wishing we had something stronger then beer in the house but since it was all we had it would serve my purpose just fine. I grabbed my robe from my closet, turned off my stereo and took off for upstairs.

With my haste to get to the warmth of the shower and wash away some of my sorrows I turned to quickly from the stand where my stereo was and ran right into my dresser knocking a picture to the floor. “Son of a bitch!,” I cussed while grabbing my foot. I didn’t curse often, and never in front of my family except in cases like this. Pain always made me curse. I was still slightly annoyed at myself for walking into the dresser that had been in the same place for months now but I bent down to see just who’s picture I had sent tumbling to the soft red carpet that covered the floor of my room. It was favorite picture of Jewels.

Flashes of the day I had taken the picture came back to me. I’m sure it was a similar experience to the feeling that people get when they say during some moment of fear that “their lives flashed before their eyes.” The sudden surge of memories took me by surprise and it’s like I was there, living the moment all over again. I got light headed, maybe it was the memories or maybe it was the beer all I knew was I couldn’t stop remembering.

We had gone to the beach, just the 2 of us. In the picture the sun was setting behind her and I could see the fading sunlight and all it’s glorious colors reflecting off the water in the background. She looked absolutely radiant dressed in a simple white T-shirt and cutoff jean shorts that she had pulled on over top of her bathing suit. Her shoulder length dark brown hair blowing behind her slightly from the breeze as the night got cooler. And her smile, a smile that made my heart skip a beat every time I saw it. And eyes, oh my god her big brown eyes that were always filled with compassion. Eyes that I could get completely lost in. I could almost hear the roar of the waves crashing on the shore as I remembered that day.

That was the night that I realized I didn’t just love Jewels, but was in love with her. After I had taken the picture we sat down side by side, legs outstretched, on the beach to enjoy the rest of the sunset. Our shoulders were touching and I remember wanting to touch more then her shoulder. I wanted my best friend. I wanted to caress every part of her athletic body and kiss every inch of her smooth skin. I remember her shivering and even though I was cold as well, I offered her my jacket. She said she couldn’t take it because then I’d be cold and I reassured her that her warmth was more important to me then my own. She didn’t say a word but instead laid down on her side and placed her head in my lap like she was tired. Her hand was touching the side of my leg and I don’t know if she realized she was doing it or not, but her ran thumb in short strokes over and over again in the same spot on my leg. Her touch sent little electric like shocks through my body and I wondered now if she had noticed that day that my body had tensed a little. I took my jacket off and spread it over her upper body like a blanket. Before placing my hands back behind me again for balance, I stroked her hair a couple times and then we sat in silence for hours, just there together, like no words were needed.

Stop it, you can’t keep thinking about this. You can’t! , I told myself as a wiped the tears from my cheek with the back of my hand. I knew that was easier said then done but tried to convince myself that by will alone I could make what I was feeling go away. Maybe things would be easier now that she was out of my life. I assume she’s out of my life after what she heard today. I couldn’t imagine living without her but maybe that would be the only way I could get over what I was feeling. Even at that I knew that it would be a long, long time before I was over her. You don’t slowly fall in love with someone over the 8 years you’ve know them and then get over them in a month. It just doesn’t work that way. The hardest part was that deep down in my heart I didn’t istanbul escort want to forget her. I wanted to remember every word she said and every moment we spent together.

Now I was angry. Not at her but at myself for letting myself feel this way about her and for being to scared of losing her to tell her what I had been feeling so strongly since that night a year ago. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself as I climbed the stairs to the only bathroom in the house upstairs. It was getting nearer to 5 and I wanted to get this shower out of the way so I could concentrate on getting as drunk as possible now.

I entered the bathroom, which was painted in all white with black and white tile in the shower and shut the door behind me. I started the water in the shower, getting it as hot as possible without burning myself and then began to undress. As I stripped I couldn’t help but notice my body in the mirror beside me. I guess in most people’s opinions I would be what you call “cute”. The average girl next door type with the innocent look on her face and long blonde hair streaming half way down her back. I usually kept my hair pulled back so it was out of my face because it bothered me sometimes, especially on hot days. The pony tail only added to the whole innocent persona that I had been ticketed with since I was young. I had a wild side but only Jewels had seen it on occasion, like the night we got tattoos together. I always wanted one but thought it would hurt to much. Jewels told me I could do it and she would hold my hand the whole time, and she did. She never let go for a second.

I climbed into the shower and closed the curtain behind me. The bathroom was already steaming up from the heat of the shower. Jewels made a comment once that because of the black and white design of the tiles I could play checkers in the shower if I got bored while I was in there. She herself had showered in here many times when she had spent the night over. There were stretches of time when she practically lived here, my mom even gave her awon key. When she stayed over I always let her shower before me so I didn’t use up all the hot water. As the water cascaded over my sensitive breasts and down to my neatly trimmed pussy I thought, Thank god she’ll never know how often I masturbated right here in this shower when I showered right after her. Her naked body being exactly where I was standing…it got me so hot I couldn’t help myself. Now I was picturing her perfect 5’7″ frame wet and glistening with water and soap suds. Her full beautiful breasts with erect nipples from rubbing them while she washed… All of a sudden my thoughts came to a sudden stop as I realized I was unconsciously rubbing my throbbing clit just thinking about her. I could hear the faint ring of the phone in the kitchen and it broke me from this trance like state I was in. I pulled my hand away, washed my hair and quickly got out of the shower not wanting to do what my body was begging me to do.

My anger with myself had only grown with the shower and I wanted nothing more then to grab another beer and head back down to my room and lock myself there for the rest of my life. I dryed myself, being careful not to let the cotton of the towel come anywhere near my aching pussy. I wrapped my wet hair in a towel and went to the kitchen to get my beer and to see who had called while I was in the shower. I grabbed the beer and opened it, drinking about a quarter of it down before I walked over to the machine and pushed the flashing message button. The message played…

“Kelly it’s me, Julia. I’m don’t know what to say about what happened earlier. They were just…I was just…it was…. I… oh god this isn’t coming out right at all. I’m gonna come over ok. I need to tell you something but not on the machine. I’ll be over as soon as I can, there’s something I have to do and a song you need to hear. Maybe your not home or maybe you are and you just don’t want to talk to me. Either way I’m comin Kel! I’ll be there in about 15 minutes”

Oh my god, I thought, I didn’t think she’d ever talk to me again. What does she want. What could she possibly have to say to me after what happened today? Things were streaming through my mind a mile a minute. She sounded really upset, like she’d been crying. She was crying because of what she knew now. She probably wanted to tell me what a bitch I’d been to lie to her all this time. And the song thing, what’s up with that? I know we always tell each other about songs that we wanted each other to hear, but now?… there is something she wants me to hear now? It didn’t make sense. None of today had made sense. What do I say to her when she gets here? How do I even look at her knowing that she knows?

I was freaking out and had to get hold of myself. I listened to the message once more to make sure I’d heard her correctly and then erased it so my mom wouldn’t hear it. That’s the last thing I need is to have to answer questions escort from my mom right now, I thought. I practically ran downstairs, beer in hand, to get dressed and clean up my room a bit. I finished my 3rd beer in an attempt to calm the nerves that were overtaking my body and mind at this point. I realized I only had about 5 minutes before she got here and decided to skip putting on a bra and panties, Not like anyone will know, I thought sarcastically to myself . I slipped my white robe off and threw it on my bed then slid into my favorite old pair of faded jeans. I gave my long hair a quick towel dry, just enough so it wasn’t dripping and pulled a baggy sweater over my head and threw the wet towel in my clothes hamper along with a few other articles of clothing that were spread around the room recklessly.

At this point I just kept asking myself the same questions…. Why is she coming? And do I wonder if I have time for one more beer before she gets here? I decided I wasn’t going to get the answer to the first question until she got here. I was willing to take a chance on the beer thing though. I wandered back upstairs in a little bit of a daze and opened the fridge to reach for my 4th beer since I’d gotten home about an hour and a half ago. You could see the remnants of my little binge around the house. 1 empty bottle on the cupboard upstairs and 2 in my room downstairs. I didn’t care what my mom would think though. Jewels was the only thing on my mind.

I took my drink and went back to my room to tidy up a bit more. I don’t know why I thought I should clean but I did. I think I was just trying to keep myself busy. I picked up a few CD’s that were laying around and put one of them in my stereo. Then I walked over to my computer desk and stacked some papers that were kind of spread out everywhere and placed a few pens and pencils in the holder that they belonged in. Feeling comfortable about the cleanliness of my room I walked over to the bed to sit down. I nearly sat on the picture I had thrown on the bed earlier. I picked it up again, with full intentions of returning it to it’s spot on my dresser but again my thoughts wandered to her and that day. I had the picture in one hand, looking at it and a beer in the other when I hear a voice from come from my door way. It was Jewels, I could tell she’d been crying but she still looked great.

“Hey. I was afraid if I rang the bell you wouldn’t answer. And if you weren’t home I was just going to wait for you so I let myself in,” Jewels said in a somber a voice as I’d ever heard from her. It was just above a whisper. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, that’s okay.” I managed to reply. My throat seemed to dry instantly so I took another drink from my bottle before speaking again. “Why did you think I wouldn’t let you in?”

“I wasn’t sure you know. I mean with what happened today I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me or not. You didn’t answer the phone when I called and that made me wonder more but I can see you were probably in the shower huh” Her eyes wandered to the bath robe that I had been wearing and just thrown on the bed.

“Yeah, I was.”

With a half smile Jewels said, “Yeah, the wet hair was kind of a tip off.”

She had attempted to lighten the tension in the room but I couldn’t even manage a smile. She was obviously uncomfortable around me the way she kept fidgeting, playing with the CD I just now noticed in her hand. It must have the song on it she wants me to hear, I thought. Things had obviously changed between us and I suddenly became self conscious of my appearance, running my hands through my wet hair which I hadn’t yet combed.

“Don’t worry you look sexy with wet hair,” Jewels said with more of a smile this time.

I wondered what she had meant by the comment but I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to make an already awkward situation worse. Actually I didn’t say anything. Neither of us seemed to know what to say or how to start so I said the only thing I could think of. “Would you like one?” I asked holding the beer in my hand up towards her. At this point I became aware of the fact that I was still clutching her photo in my other hand and set it face down on the bed beside me.

“Sure I’d love on if you have any left. Do you think I can catch up?,” she spoke jokingly. “Looks like your on your 4th from the bottles I counted.”

“Yeah, well I kinda had a bad day,” I said harsher then I intended.

“I know.” she said only there was no more smile on her face.

“Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

“It’s ok, really.”

“I’ll go get your beer.”

I sat my beer down on my dresser and moved past her in the doorway. I brushed against her accidentally as I passed and she flinched slightly. I think she was as nervous as I was for some reason. “Go ahead and sit down if you want,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Ok. Thanks.”

This isn’t going like I thought it would. I thought she’d yell at me and be outta here. Why is she here then? What does she want? I grabbed Jewels a beer from the fridge and headed downstairs again. Normally I would ask a guest if the wanted it in a glass but I knew that like me, Jewels, preferred it in the bottle.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD

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Looking down at the crescent nail marks gouged into my hand, I made a rueful mental note to get you drunk before we took off next time. Turning my face towards the warm sunlight streaming in the window, I sighed, it had been far too long since I had been back. I could see the islands growing bigger across the clear bright aqua water. My parents started their second marriages together in front of a 4’5″ island priest from The Island Church of the Heart on the porch of a small villa here on St John. They had returned twenty years later, after retiring, to buy the same tropical bungalow. Now that they were up in the States visiting my sister and spending time with their new granddaughter, it seemed the perfect chance to come back. I hadn’t been here since they moved 5 years ago but I could still remember the feel of the soft sand of Cinnamon Bay between my toes and the smell of the garden after it rained. I wanted you to experience the same blissful feeling I got here and I knew I would love it even more with you here too.

Kissing the top of your head as it rested on my shoulder, I debated about waking you to see the picture perfect beauty out the window. Yet, remembering what take off had been like and your fear of heights, I figured it would be better to let you sleep. Hopefully you’d be out all the way through the landing. The captain’s voice came over the loud speaker informing the passengers that we would be landing in about twenty minutes. Smiling into your soft brown hair I calculated that all the Jim Beam minis would probably keep you out for at least that much longer.

Feeling your head move a little in your sleep, I reached up to run my fingers through your hair to quiet you, loving the quiet sigh that escaped your slightly open lips. As my fingers brushed the ends of your hair, resting on the tops of your round c cup breasts, I regretted not having the chance to induct us both into the Mile High Club. Perhaps you’d be used to flying by the time we headed back to the States and I’d be able to keep you awake to cuddle under the blanket. I was pretty sure if I got that far I’d be able to convince you to come with me and squeeze into the bathroom. Images of you sitting on the counter as I knelt between your spread legs flooded my mind. For the moment though, I could set aside my need for you in interest of your mental state.

A small lurch in my stomach informed me that the plane was losing altitude. I glanced back out the window to see the sandy beaches and lush tropical plants of St. Thomas almost beneath us. I could already feel the hot air against my skin, wetter and more fragrant than the stale recycled stuff the plane was blowing on us. The captain came back on to ask the flight attendants to take their seats for the final decent. The ground came rushing closer and I felt a thrill rush through me, I knew I was almost back. With a solid thump the plane touched down and your head shot up, blue eyes wide open. I could see the fear in your eyes and the tension in your body as your nails dug into the seat. I reached over to stroke your cheek and turn your face towards mine, catching your eyes with mine. “We’re here, that was just the landing,” I said quietly, leaning over to kiss your lips softly. Pulling back I whispered against your mouth, “Welcome to the Caribbean love. Look outside.” I smiled as I leaned back in my seat so you could see past me out of the window.

I knew you were amazed when you couldn’t make one smart-ass comment about the bright sunlight. Grinning at the thought of you speechless for once in your life, I turned back towards the window. Your hand found mine and squeezed tightly, not in fear this time, but anticipation. As the plane taxied to the gate, you placed your hand on my knee and leaned over me to look out the window. The neck of your tank top dipped open and I couldn’t help but stare at the pale skin revealed, contrasting with your black satin bra. I wasn’t sure if you knew what you were doing, but my eyes shot up to catch the devious look in yours as your hand slid up to the bottom edge of my short but still decent skirt. I squirmed slightly in my seat as your fingers lightly traced patterns on my inner thigh, just above the hem of my skirt, out of sight of everyone else. I guessed now that we were back on the ground you were feeling better. You were still leaning over, pretending to look out the window, even though there was nothing to see other than the airport building. Reaching up to the nipple that was practically in my face, I gave into temptation and flicked it gently with my nail. I leaned towards you and whispered “I’m going to have a hard time getting us through the rest of the trip if you keep that up.” Running my tongue lightly around your ear lobe, I noticed your fingers creeping higher under my skirt, almost coming up to my panties.

The captain’s voice came back over the system, vague in my ears, something about thanks for flying and have a good trip. The scuffle of people getting up and collecting their belongings finally broke through escort istanbul my hazy mind. I realized that people will start to notice us soon and pulled away from you, pushing your hand out from under my skirt. You looked slightly surprised at my movements and I nodded my head to point out the people now disembarking from the plane. As you pulled back to gather all the stuff around your seat I suddenly felt a wave of nauseous nervousness. What if you didn’t like the island? What if you didn’t like Nouveau Soleil? Hell, you didn’t even like sunlight with your pale skin. Catching my breath, I fought and urge to cry and busied myself collecting my books and other time wasters. You heard me and glanced my way, “You ok baby?” came your voice. I nodded mutely and your voice came again, this time full of concern, “No you’re not. Leigh, look at me. What’s wrong?”

I waved my hand to gesture that I was fine, but you grabbed it and pulled me around to face you. Your hand caressed my cheek, thumb wiping away the tear that had escaped. “Sweetie, we can try again. Don’t worry. This vacation is to relax. The doctor said it was probably stress that kept you from conceiving.” You kissed me gently and said, “We’re going to have fun baby. The rest of the world doesn’t matter for the next two weeks.” I nodded again, but remembering how sweet the doctor had been when the test came back negative made my eyes tear up more. I heard you sigh as your arms wrapped around me. I knew it was hard on you too, not least of all comforting me. It was the third time we had tried artificial insemination and despite my family histories of easily conceiving, I still wasn’t pregnant. Feeling my tears against your neck, you stroked my hair and held me close, rocking gently.

“Is everything ok ladies?” came a quiet sweet voice. Recognizing it, I looked up to see the flight attendant who had served us through the trip. We had talked a bit when you had been asleep and she was full of understanding for your nerves. Now she was gazing at me with a look of concern.

“We’ll be ok. Thanks Elisa, for everything,” you replied as I wiped my eyes.

She nodded and smiled at us, “Have a good vacation. It’s so beautiful here, and peaceful. Take care of her Jina,” she said to you as she walked back to the front of the plane.

You turned back towards me “Oh, I will, always. Come on baby,” you said. “They want us off the plane and I, for one, want to get off it.” Your joy in getting off the plane was obvious in your voice and made me smile a bit. You stood, grabbed your carry on bag and reached for my hand. “My Lady?” you asked. That brought a full smile to my lips and I lifted my bag as I reached for your hand. You brought my fingers to your lips and kissed them, making me melt inside. You were right of course, this was a vacation and we both deserved a break from our daily stress and troubles. Leaving my sorrow behind on the plane, I walked up the aisle and off the plane, waving goodbye to Elisa as we walked by her.

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Already we had adapted to island time, lazily strolling towards the baggage claim while my hand stayed entwined with yours. We got there long after all the other people from our flight, predictably though the luggage still hadn’t arrived. Island time was a beautiful thing as long as you weren’t in a hurry. You leaned back against a wall and I leaned back against you with your arms around my waist. My arms draped over yours so my fingers could toy with your rings, tracing around the edge of the one that matched mine. I let my head drop back to rest on your shoulder, titling my head to whisper in your ear “Hello love.” You smiled and squeezed me tight, bending your head down to nip the base of my exposed neck. A small shiver ran along my spine and your arms relaxed as you whispered back “Hey baby.” Settling back in your arms I sighed happily, knowing we were almost there.

Ten minutes later the bags arrived and finding ours only took a second. The royal purple ribbons made the otherwise average black rollers stand out in a crowd. Each of us grabbed one and proceeded towards the customs area. “Still have the passports, baby?” you asked, teasing me since I had checked for them at least 20 times between leaving the house and checking in at the airport. I stuck my tongue out at you and pulled them out of my purse. Your eyes flashed as you leaned over to whisper, “Watch what you offer, my little slut.” I felt myself grow hot at the memory of the spanking I had received after my last bout of petulant impertinence. Luckily the line was short and we were at the counter before you could mention my now flushed cheeks.

After the typical questions of how long we were staying, if we were bringing any food or plants, and two stamps on each passport, we were done and headed for the door. The moist heat that was the Caribbean reached out to envelope me as we left the air-conditioned interior. Your frantic scramble for your sunglasses had me grinning mischievously. I had planned ahead and had mine pushed back in my hair, I just had to pull them down as I did after I blissfully enjoyed the warm sunshine on my face for a few moments.

Hearing the flick of your lighter behind me, I turned, still grinning, in time to see you exhale your bayan escort first breath of smoke. A jolt of desire shot down my spine to curl in my lower stomach. I might not smoke, but for some reason I loved watching you do it. Your lips pursed as you blew out a stream of gray smoke. I couldn’t watch your mouth without wanting to kiss it. Your pale pink lips wrapping around the cigarette before a breathy sigh of contentment and a flick of your fingers to knock off the ash. I couldn’t see your eyes through the dark sunglasses, but I knew they were half lidded in pleasure, after all it had been at least 8 hours since you had been able to smoke. Your head tilted back as you exhaled, letting my eyes wander along the graceful column of your neck, lost in the pale flesh that was so sensitive to my mouth.

You turned towards me, breaking my spell, and asked with a mischievous grin of your own, “What now love?” It dawned on me then that you had been teasing me. You had exaggerated everything on purpose, knowing what the effect would be. Smiling sweetly and already planning my revenge, I nodded towards the taxis lined up along the curb. The first driver in line, who had been leaning against the side of his cab, stood up and waved us over. Greeting us with a grin and an island accented, “Welcome to St Thomas ladies,” he took our bags to put in the trunk as you opened the door with overstated civility. Looking your gorgeous 5’6″ frame up and down, I took the bait and ‘accidentally’ brushed against your body as I slid past you into the car. Taking a last drag, you flicked away your cigarette and slid in next to me. The driver got in and turned to ask us, “Where to?”

“The St John ferry docks please,” I replied. As we sped away from the airport your left hand curled around my knee and slid to rest halfway up my inner thigh, just brushing the hem of my skirt. My head rested on your shoulder and my right hand was resting in your lap, entwined with yours. We trundled our way though Charlotte Amalie winding through the narrow streets. My eyes were open, glancing out the window once and a while, but keeping my head on your shoulder. You, on the other hand, were staring out the windows rather like an owl. “We can come back tomorrow Jina,” I said laughing after watching you for a while. You blinked and looked down at me smiling. “Do you like it?” I asked, feeling the ridiculous urge to start crying again. “It’s beautiful baby,” you said, kissing the top of my head. I sighed happily and blinked back my tears, watching the brick buildings with straw roofs and tropical blue and white houses pass by.

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On the ferry ride to St John we were both rather quiet, the stress of the trip was catching up with me while you were caught up in your first time in the Islands. The Jeep Wrangler was at the docks where my parents left it for us and I pulled the keys out of my bag grinning a bit. “Sure you don’t want to drive babe?” Your only answer was a glare. “Not my fault you can’t drive stick,” I said, sticking my tongue out.

“Oh, I can drive stick baby, just not that kind,” you replied smoothly. “Besides, I might just have to learn anyway, with the way you drive.” I smiled and shook my head at that, proof you were closer to normal again, you bitch. We tossed our luggage in the back seat and climbed in, and started weaving up and around the hills that make St John. We stopped on our way through Cruz Bay to grab groceries and by the time we were half way up the mountain you were used to the hairpin sharp turns and the 45-degree tilt of the road and had relaxed your grip on the Jeep a little bit.

Pulling into the driveway, I turned off the Jeep and hopped out, my feet crunching in the gravel of the walkway. Walking around, I reached in the back for the suitcases and felt you come up behind me. I swiveled to the side to avoid your hands and turned, grinning at you. “Babe, I don’t know about you, but I want to get our stuff inside before that nice little rain cloud heads this way.” That made you scurry a bit, you always joked that you would melt in the rain. In truth it was to cover a fear of storms, but I knew this was just the daily little afternoon shower. Grabbing one of the suitcases I rolled it down the path to the front door. Digging around in my purse for the house key, I caught your glance and raised an eyebrow at your amused look. “Oh nothing, just wondering if there is anything you can’t conjure out of that bag,” you said.

“I’m sure babe, for instance an umbrella isn’t popping out anytime soon,” I said with a grin, sticking my tongue out at you as I found the key. I unlocked the door and we made trips in, taking the suitcases to the master bedroom and the groceries into the kitchen until the Jeep was emptied. I pointed you around the house quickly and then grabbed a towel and jumped in the shower to wash the smell of airplanes off my skin while you headed out to the porch for a smoke. I was still lingering in the hot water pouring over me when I heard the bathroom door open and saw you walk in. I shut off the water, after all it was a precious resource and I knew if you got in there with me it would be running for a long time. Grabbing my towel again, I wrapped it around my body and stepped out, kissing you softly on my way back istanbul escort bayan to the bedroom. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my long hair to dry a bit. Unzipping a suitcase, only to realize it was yours once I saw all the black clothes in it, I reached for the other and opened it, riffling through my clothes until I found the white cotton tank dress I wanted and pulled it on, careful not to bump the towel turban on top of my head. I smoothed it down my sides and figured it would work since I was pretty sure we weren’t going anywhere tonight. Sorting through my stuff some more, I found my bag of toiletries and pulled out my brush. I flipped my head over and let the towel unravel, rubbing my hair dry more as the towel fell out. Brushing out the tangles and knots, I left it loose, flowing down my back the way you liked it, and headed out to the garden to smell the flowers and see the view.

This was almost home to me too, I thought, so beautiful and calm. Lost to the world of time, I got caught up in my thoughts, of you, of us, of our, my, failed pregnancies and the doctor’s reassurances that it would happen when the time was right. I felt the winds change suddenly and glanced up at the sky. You were right, I thought, shaking myself from my sadness, it was time for a break and if I could get you on a plane, I could get you out in the rain too. I heard the shower turn off, and grinned thinking at least you were already wet. Going back to watching the clouds slowly roll in, I felt you behind me. Turning to see you on the veranda, nervously motioning for me to come inside with one hand as the other held up the towel you had wrapped around your body. Catching your gaze with mine, I slid the spaghetti straps down my arms and let the thin sundress slide down, leaving my body naked to your eyes. Pulled between your fear of storms and the offer of my body, you took a small hesitant step towards me. I reached out for you as your second and then third steps brought you a bit closer to me. I grabbed your hand and tugged you over to me on the soft grass. Cupping your face softly in my hands, I kissed you, brushing my lips over yours gently. Letting you hold onto your towel for the moment, I ran the fingers of my right hand from your cheek down your neck until I hit the top edge of your towel, tucked securely between your breasts.

I let my left hand drop from your face as I began to trace the line between the towel and your skin. Circling around you, I placed a kiss on your neck and then on your shoulder. Trailing my fingertips along your smooth skin, following the towel until it was covered by your upper arm. Lightening my touch until only my fingernails tease over your arm as I kissed your shoulder again, pivoting to walk behind you. Following the towel across your back, I placed soft kisses above the trail of my fingers loving the smoothness of your skin under my touch. Making my way back around to your front, I tucked a finger into the fold of the towel that was holding it up. Yanking hard I pulled it loose before you could protest and let it fall to the ground. I tipped my head up to kiss you as the first gentle raindrops fell from the heavens and your body tensed. Come on baby, I thought, I’m sick of watching the rain on my own. I ran my right hand up to the back of your neck to pull your mouth against mine, nipping your bottom lip with my teeth to get your attention off the rain and on me. You mouth fell open against mine, partially out of habit and partially out of surprise. My tongue slid into your mouth to tease yours as my hand slid up to tangle in your hair. Your tongue awoke under mine as the warm rain began to fall down on us. I traced the fingers of my left hand down your spine until I reached the upper curve of your ass and flattened my hand to push your body against mine. Your arms wrapped around my waist as you took control of our kiss and our tongues danced from your mouth to mine.

Pulling back, I traced gentle kisses down your neck, pausing to lick the hollow above your clavicle. I kissed your upper chest, finding each raindrop that had hit you and sucking it off, hearing your low purr of a moan in response. “Lay down with me love?” I pleaded, hoping you would for me. I looked at me, catching my eyes as if to read me as you so often did, and nodded slowly. I kissed you again, harder this time, out of joy and rising lust, caught your hand in mine and pulled you down to lay on the towel in front of me. You were so beautiful, stretched out, your hair loose and your body calling to me. I straddled your body, leaning down on my hands to kiss you again, my hair falling around our faces as our lips and tongues spoke in a wordless language of love and need. I kissed my way back to your chest, caressing your left breast with my hand as my mouth traced little kisses around your right nipple. Sighing happily, I let the warm air blow over your breast, teasing you before I stuck out my tongue to lightly flick back and forth over your nipple. I engulfed your breast in my mouth, running my tongue in circles around the hardened nub before sucking on it. Pulling back, I bit lightly as my right hand pinched your left nipple. I kissed my way across, switching breasts to lightly lick at your left nipple until your fingers tangle in my hair to try to pull my mouth down fully. Drawing it into my mouth, I suckled at your breast until whispered chains of curses escape your mouth involuntarily. I nibble gently as my hands caress the smooth skin of your sides, running over your stomach, dipping lower each time.

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