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New sisterMum and Dad had been divorced for over four years now, it had been a mutual thing, they just fell out of love mum and dad said. They got on well though still and dad often came for the weekend, or I would go and stay with him in the holidays. Some friends at school were in the same position, but they said that I was lucky as my mum and dad still got on. I lived with my mum, dad had moved away with his job. I didn’t want to move and lose contact with my new friends that I had just made at my new school. Mum had a new boyfriend, a nice man, though not really her type, but she liked him and I was cool with that, especially as he didn’t try and make me feel like he was going to be my new dad, he was just Pete. Dad had also got a new girlfriend, Debbie, and she now lived with him along with her daughter from her previous marriage. Dad and Debbie were great together, she was what he needed, someone to make him laugh; and my mum was a bit serious really. Debbie’s daughter was called Anna, and she was fifteen, nearly two years older than I am. She was quiet, the studious type, never went out a lot from what I could tell, never mentioned boyfriends or stuff like that. She liked dancing though like I do, oh and music. It was weird really, we wrote to each other like pen friends; it was dad’s idea. He thought it would help us get to know something about each other before I went to stay for two weeks during the school holiday. It was a good idea as well, as I found that I did get on well with Anna, well on paper I did, I just hoped that it would be the same in reality.I got off the train at the station dragging my suitcases behind me and was immediately pounced on by dad who picked me up and hugged me, Debbie and Anna stood close smiling and welcoming me. They seemed nice and I hoped that this would all work out all right, two weeks would be awful if we didn’t get on. Dad ushered us all off, we were laughing and joking in minutes. Debbie was fun, and so was Anna, though rather quiet I thought. Dad threw my cases into the back of the Volvo and we headed off towards the city, it was all so big and different from the small village that I lived in, so many people. We went grocery shopping at Sainsburys, and Debbie kept fussing about what I liked to eat, and what I didn’t like. Dad just laughed and said I would eat anything, he was right. Two shopping trolleys full to the brim we headed for the car and then off home. I loved the house; it was a bit like being at home only a lot bigger. Set right on the edge of the city where the countryside began, it was quiet as well, all you could hear were cows, sheep and birds. The only neighbours a half mile away down the lane that led to the farmhouse.Dad was being mysterious as we drove up the lane, he got Anna to put her hands over my eyes, and told me not to peep, they had a surprise for me. Anna covered my eyes and whispered in my ear that I would like the surprise, I hoped so, I love surprises. Anna still had her head next to mine and I could smell her perfume, or perhaps it was shampoo. It felt good that we were getting on, I liked her, and she was very pretty. The car stopped and I had to get out with Anna still covering my eyes with her hands, then walk along being led by the hands by dad and Debbie. I stumbled a bit, I’m pretty careless at the best of times, tripping here and there over my own feet most of the time. Anna said stop and I did, wondering what was going on. She moved her hands from my eyes and in front of me was an indoor swimming pool.”Wow!” I said, I sounded like a little k**.”Something else you and Anna have in common, swimming.” Dad said.Then he pushed the pair of us into the pool, flailing and gaziantep escort bayan flapping we fell into the warm water clinging to each other. We bobbed up to the surface laughing our heads off as dad stood on the side of the pool doubled up with laughter seeing us floating around. Debbie pushed him into the pool while he wasn’t looking, and Anna and I swam off quickly as he lunged for us. We circled round and round him, easily out manoeuvring him in the water. He climbed out of the pool and stood creating his own pool on the patio, then he squelched off indoors laughing. We heard Debbie squeal, and she came running out of the house, her top showing two very wet hand prints where dad had grabbed her.”I’ll get you two robes, save having more puddles in the house.” She said.We clambered out of the pool still laughing as Debbie cautiously entered the house, obviously expecting an ambush from dad. She reappeared a few minutes later with two robes, looking wetter and a bit dishevelled; dad was on form as usual.It seemed weird undressing for the first time with Anna, especially on the edge of the pool, not that it made any difference, and no one could see us after all. Upstairs we could hear dad and Debbie laughing as they raced around the house like a couple of k**s. I thought that Anna would be the shy one, but she just stood and began to peel off her sweater which was clinging to her breasts, I couldn’t help noticing her nipples poking through the sweater, then I noticed that mine were as well. She wore no bra, didn’t need one, her breasts were very firm, and not exactly small. I pulled off my T-shirt and my own small breasts were exposed. Was it my imagination or was she looking at them. She kicked off her training shoes and then with a lot of wriggling she got her jeans off. I was really surprised to see she wore no knickers, but not as surprised as I was to see she had no pubic hair. I must have been staring because she laughed. I hastily looked away and pulled at my own jeans, struggling to get the wet material to let go of my legs. Anna knelt and tugged at them, and with some effort got them off. But rather than move she pulled down my knickers as well and stared at me.”So that’s what it used to look like.” She joked, looking at my thick bush.The next thing she was passing me a robe and grabbing my hand she led me into the house and up to her bed room, or rather our bedroom, we were sharing, even if the house did have two more empty bedrooms I could have used. Anna put on the hi-fi and jumped on the bed, a double bed; I’d never slept with anyone before. She pulled me onto the bed next to her and we sat chatting. It was weird; Anna wasn’t the shy person I thought that she was from her letters, the opposite in fact. She was really fun, and very worldly wise, more than I was, I had led a pretty sheltered life living in a small village. She flopped back onto the pillows and her robe slipped open, a breast showing, and her shaved pussy. I was sure that it must have been shaved, it looked so. oh I don’t know, I never thought of sex before, but something about the sight of her naked pussy made me feel good. Sure I wasn’t that na‹ve, I knew what sex was and how you did it, just didn’t really fancy trying it with boys, the consequences of getting it wrong were too much to even contemplate. Anna giggled as she saw me looking at her pussy.”Do I shock you?” She giggled.”Not really, well a bit. but I don’t mind.” I said.”I can tell, you keep looking.””It looks so. so sexy shaved, it is shaved?””Sure, it’s like yours if I don’t.” she said.”Why do you shave?” I asked, genuinely interested. “Because it is sexy. You should try it sometime.”The idea was appealing, and I had thought about it once or twice before that, maybe I should try it. If it felt as good as it looked I might not be able to keep my hands off myself though. And that brought up a potential problem, I might not have thought of having sex with boys much, but I certainly knew about masturbation, had for a couple of years and regularly did it. Would I be able to find somewhere quiet that I could be alone during the next two weeks I wondered.Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Anna covered up as dad opened the door and brought in my cases. We unpacked them, and both got dressed, then we spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around outside in the woods behind the house. I liked Anna and she obviously liked me, this was going to be a fun holiday. As the sun began to set Anna said it would be time to eat soon so we headed off home through the woods, then across the meadow to the farmhouse. Inside Debbie had covered the table with plates and dishes full of all sorts of appetising things to eat. Meats, fish, salad, everything, but the table was only set for two.”You two are on your own tonight, did your dad tell you?” Debbie asked.He had mentioned it but it had slipped my mind, he and Debbie were going to a concert or something like that, and were going to stay overnight to save the drive back. It was more likely that dad would have one too many to drink I thought.”Yes he said, I’m sure we will be all right.” “I’m sure that you will, or we wouldn’t leave you alone.” Debbie said.”Give us time to get to know each other better.” Anna said. Half an hour later I was alone with Anna, sitting on the floor in front of the TV eating our meal. We watched a music programme on satellite for a while after that and then a movie, but that was boring, so we tidied up after ourselves and headed upstairs for bed. The room was great, really big and it had it’s own bathroom as well, something I would have loved at home, but the place just wasn’t big enough for that. Anna was naked by the time I turned back to face her, again my eyes fell to her shaved pussy, I really wanted to touch it, see if it was as smooth as it looked. I took off my own clothes and we stood naked together, I wanted to touch her, never thought that way before. I should have been shocked at my thoughts, but I wasn’t. Anna moved a little closer; I put the back of my hand on her belly, and found that it was smooth and soft where she had shaved away all trace of pubic hair.”Told you it felt good.” She said.”It does, really sexy.” I said, it was making me feel sexy touching her.”Fancy trying it yourself?” She said, her eyes sparkling.”Yes.” I didn’t think twice about it, just said it.Anna threw a towel on the bed and got me to lie on it with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, then she put some pillows under my head so I could see what she was doing. She knelt between my legs and with a pair of scissors cut away the bulk of my pubic hair. I watched as she trimmed the hair close, and began to feel a little randy as her fingers touched my pussy. Then she got her lady shave razor and began to shave away the stubble, exposing my naked pussy, it was really turning me on now and I was sure that she must have noticed. Finally she got a tube of cream and gently dabbed it onto my skin, some sort of hair removal lotion; it smelt a bit caustic.”Don’t move what ever you do, if that hits your clit it stings.” She said.Then she was off into the bathroom and began to run a bath while I lay on the bed naked, my pussy bare of all traces of pubic hair and a fire burning in my belly that was aching for some attention. Anna came back with a warm wet wash cloth and wiped away the cream from my pussy, working away from the slit that showed so beautifully now.”Jesus you look gorgeous, good enough to eat.” She said.She led me to the bathroom and we both got into the big corner bath, her hands all over me, soaping and caressing me. Now I really was feeling horny, and I wondered if she really meant what she said, did it look good enough to eat? I wished that she would, I’d never had that done and it sounded like it was something I really would enjoy. If I’m honest that’s exactly what I thought when I saw her shaved pussy myself, I imagined pushing my tongue between her lovely pouting lips. My hands on her naked body now, washing and caressing her, and getting myself even more worked up in the process. But I was being careful, maybe Anna was just happy being naked and stuff with other girls, maybe saying good enough to eat was just a saying, she probably meant nothing by it. We got out of the tub and dried each other; I was surprised when she kissed me though, full on the lips as she pressed close against me, holding me close. I was surprised, but not as surprised as I should have been when I responded eagerly, holding her close, my hands on her buttocks, pulling her hard against me.The move to the bedroom was like a dream, Anna changed the CD to something really smoochy and turned down the lights. We were kissing before we lay together on the bed; a long smouldering kiss that ignited something in me that was fast rising for release. It was no mistake, Anna wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I did want her, in a highly sexual way as well as a friend. She kissed my throat and breasts, nibbling on my nipples, it felt so good. I was sure no boy could provide me with this sort of excitement, though no boy had even had a chance to try yet. I forgot about boys really fast as Anna’s mouth moved lower to kiss my belly for a while, then lower still.”So shall I see if it is good enough to eat?” Her voice was husky.”Please.”I lay back and waited, nearly coming as her tongue traced along the pouting lips, eager for her to push her pink tongue into my soft wet folds. She did and I just writhed as an orgasm burst from me as she licked at my wet tube, her hands all over me, fondling my breasts as I gasped and shook beneath her. Oh it felt so good, I never dreamt that an orgasm could be so powerful as she sucked at my clit. I needed to try this for myself and gasped for her to turn around so that I could push my tongue into her smooth sex. Her pussy loomed close and I moved towards it, eager to try this wondrous experience for myself. Her lovely lips felt so smooth as my tongue touched them; the musky smell of her pussy filling me with desire as I gently poked my tongue between those lovely folds to savour her delicious pussy. Before long we were both locked together, our orgasms happening as one as we writhed and moaned together on the bed. Her breasts touching my belly as she moved back and forth above me, the hard nipples dragging across my belly turning me on even more. Again and again we came as we licked and suckled on one another. My hands on her buttocks, pulling her hips lower to rub her pussy against my mouth as she licked at me, her finger slipping into me to gently slide back and forth in my soaking slit. Again I came, and as I also slipped a finger into her I felt her grip it as she came, groaning and sighing into my groin.We slept little that night, choosing to try out everything we could, to find out exactly what we each liked most and to do it until we could take no more stimulation. It took us until four in the morning before we had to stop, our pussies raw from licking, kissing and fingering, our clits alive from orgasms. This was going to be one very good holiday, one I would never forget in a hurry and I had only known Anna for twelve hours.

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The Right Side of 40: A Midlife Reawakening

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The Right Side of 40: A Midlife ReawakeningThis is my first complete novella. Please commentThe Right Side of Forty: The Story of a Midlife ReawakeningBy Lindsay CascoChapter 1: ReunitingI faintly remember coming to this house thirty something years ago for play dates when I was allowed and then a few times with my mother to visit during the holidays and different occasions, but I never realized her family called this side entrance the “back” door. Karen did say over the phone to come to the back door near the driveway. And she was right about the front door having too much snow in front of it. She must struggle to handle such a hefty house all alone, never mind shoveling all these storms we have had this winter. I guess she is lucky she doesn’t have to shovel the snow all the way around the back. It’s been an unfriendly month, relentless with early season snow. Who thought up this plan? I bitched nervously to myself as I balanced and teetered through solid mounds of what must have been the mailman’s large, frozen footprints, which left little grip for my LLBeans. The back door is on the front of the house. How strange I thought anxiously, as I pulled myself up the icy cement stairs, clutching the veneer of rust on the iron rail with my bare hand hopeful not to cut myself. My other hand struggled to both grip the chardonnay securely and ring the doorbell. Frozen fingers held on tight as I looked at my reflection in the glass and pushed the bell.She answered in a split second, with a huge smile. I have not seen Karen in almost seven years, since her mother died and left her this lengthy, blue house with two front doors, today covered in a mass of ice. She might have been better off if, rather than the wine, I brought her a bag of rock salt, I sneered cat-like. I get that way when I’m beyond my comfort zone. I could feel the rush of heat escaping through the mudroom as I thoughtfully stepped onto her throw rug so as not to wet the floor. She looked good; better than her shadowy Facebook picture I studied last night. “It is so good to see you, Cassie.” She said on an exhale, raising her tenor, stretching the words “see you” into their own decree. Squeezing me in a loving bear hug, her form felt warm; it felt right, like friends should. I kissed her cheek and noticed the youth was still in her skin. We held onto each other for a second or two, just looking. What a pretty smile she has after all these years. She always had that smile. Her typical, run-of-the-mill features turned to stunning with a simple smile. Strangely, middle age has improved her; and her 42 year old grin barely looks a day over 35 and still looks bright as the untouched snow on her front steps. I love your sweater, I commented as my hands lingered on her solid wrists. Soft! “JC Penny,” she said, still wide-eyed from my entrance. “I got a gift card for Christmas. I just got it today. Day after Christmas shopping is a hoot. Come in.” I kicked off by boots and hung my coat on the striking country-green rack as we stumbled around one another politely in the small mudroom, which is connected to her dated kitchen with the same checkerboard linoleum floor we ran across as k**s; faded and worn from the years. With no family left, the house seemed too big. What must have been Karen’s most essential shoes lined the floor near the back door. Just her coat hung aside mine on the long rack. Lonely, I thought. Nicer artwork adorned the walls, however, Real paintings, not prints, striking portraits and landscapes in all sizes, and a lot of them. I followed Karen’s lead, walking through the narrow hall, past the bathroom on the right, to the big living room at the end of the house. I smiled as the map of her dwelling came back to me with profound memories. Aren’t you sick of Christmas music, yet? It is almost January, I k**ded, noticing her TV was playing yet another wearisome, droning Christmas special. I started hearing holiday music on the radio in November. It’s everywhere this year. I am so sick of it. I nagged for no other reason than to create conversation. “Christmas was yesterday, silly. I like it.” Karen said blushing. Her renowned smile surrounded by smooth, pink cheeks with the slightest laugh lines forming on her otherwise flawless face. She turned down the TV, but left it on to flicker light against her shimmering holiday decorations, likely to help occupy some of the room with us. Karen stepped out to the kitchen for just a second to grab some glasses and a corkscrew as I made myself comfortable. She poured freely, filling my glass near the top, as we small talked for a while, mostly about my teaching career and her flower shop business, until the warmth of the wine set in. “it must be so nice to have all this time off, Cassie,” Karen said kindly yet with a tone of envy. No doubt the time off is nice. “When do you go back for the spring semester? January 20th. I admitted, looking down at my glass. Being a college professor is difficult work, but I have found nobody outside my own walls understands that. Most people look at the summers off, spring break, and Christmas recess and think that’s all there is. But the research and the never ending preparation, coupled with meeting the needs of the students and building new innovative programs and all the committee work; it’s tiring. “Well professor, how about some more wine?” She clanked my glass against the bottle. Karen’s face turned gloomy when she noticed me looking at the photo of her late mother. Her mom was always so nice to me even though our mothers never spoke. Funny, they were close friends at one time, then poof. Something happened between them that neither of us knew. Their sudden shared hatred kept Karen and me apart for many years; although we lived just miles away. Our friendship through high school never wavered but we weren’t allowed to visit each other beyond the school walls, by that point. Karen went off to the University of New Hampshire creating more distance and we lost touch completely when I got married a few years after college. Sad we missed so many years, I thought. This is so nice. Ringing and toasting to the holidays and to friendship, our topics became more interesting as the bottle emptied; thought provoking, and more personal. “How is life after the divorce?” she dared to finally probe, but I didn’t mind. Lonely, secluded mostly, I answered honestly. “Horny too, I bet,” she proclaimed abruptly with her smile saving the shame. She always was the outgoing one. “More wine?” she wailed, and almost knocked my glass over filling it. We laughed heavily, leaning into each other, our foreheads met and she hugged me again. “I’m lonely, too” she confessed. My divorce was a matter of fact to me, but to others not so. Divorce always leaves a trail of debris. I was married a total of eight years, three months, and twenty three days, to a man who never once told me the truth. It was a play known as the myriad of lies, deception, and infidelity; me starring in the role of the victim, he the scoundrel. I repressed all my energies through those years, giving and allowing him to flourish while I floundered in weight gain, and solitude. I lost my friends; nearly my career. I ceased living only to become his trophy housewife, a blowjob with legs and a spatula. Our life together was never happy. The hostage’s life style was not for me. The fact that we made it as long as we did is a marvel. I would have done another ten years if I had k**s; I would have for them; I’m just sure of it. But no k**s, no pets, no attraction, and no strings made it uncomplicated to cut. Karen soothed me with a soft, lingering hug as we talked about my break up. The night was wearing on, and the wine turned into rum with a hint of Diet Coke. There was no chance of me reclaiming my car keys at this point. Besides, I felt completely comfortable with my old friend in her warm house, just like so many years ago. The memories and the jokes and the witticisms, and the booze; then suddenly, in one of those deadly, muted moments of absolute silence during a stretched conversation, even the faint murmur of the TV had temporarily hushed as if it was planned, but certainly it was not, I did the most ungodly, humiliating thing a woman can do in public. I leaned my head back, my jaw hung unbolted and from the depth of my paunch I released a lengthy and profound, baritone belch; a loud and hasty and horrible, open-mouth eruption, all my bubbles flushed and sounded out, like a tuba screaming one note. I was immobilized with my hand covering my mouth; Karen froze, too, her face showed surprise in the stillness of the embarrassing aftermath. Then abruptly Karen broke out in hysteria. She roared backward, lunging then she immediately and uncontrollably flung her tanked-up body down into my lap, where she began to recoup a bit. “Cassandra Keane!” Karen scolded me; a motherly bark of my full name. I liked hearing it. I felt my identity returning to my soul. We laughed until our sides hurt, rolling around like puppies on the couch. “Oh, shit! I haven’t had this much fun in years.” Karen said, wiping her eyes from the laughter. We need to calm down; I scolded her with a drunken smile. “And you need to stop belching like a truck driver or I might die, right here laying on you,” she warned. I instinctively rubbed the back of her soft Christmas sweater.Chapter 2: Breaking new ground“Want to watch a movie?” she asked still laughing, as she wrenched herself off of me and began to flip through the channels. She kicked off her white sneakers and kicked them to the ground. Our feet met in the middle of the couch; me on one end, Karen on the other. I don’t know if I can stay awake through a whole movie, Karen. She looked at me, glaring at me in her drunkenness, “oh I’ll keep you awake.” She said, pushing at my legs with her stocking feet. I did the same. It felt so good to stretch after sitting curled up for so long. We stretched together, with our toes straining to out due the other. I pushed; she pushed, like a tug of war for the clinically intoxicated. Her foot nestled my inseam and under my butt for just a moment during her longest stretch, as if she was challenging me to a duel. I did the same right back. Unrelentingly, our battle wore on. We pushed and pressed on each other’s crotch for several strange minutes, forgetting all about the television, until I finally gave in. I quit. I smiled and brought my head backward to the cushion. You won this battle, I announced with a dreamy slur to my voice. Karen stretched her legs out fully, claiming the victory, taking her captured space, and continued to push back on my legs until her big toe inside her thick, white sock was pressed firmly against my heated crotch. Without a word, she slowly ground her foot again my pubic bone, which was protected by only the thickness of my jeans. I rested my head back, taking it all in. I felt tingles moving through me. Over and over she surged her toe with a plunging effect, and it was driving me nuts. My friend is trying to get me off, I thought. This is messed up. I pushed back against the arm of the sofa, forcing my crotch down harder to her foot. I peeked down the length of the couch and saw Karen’s head leaning back like mine was, as her foot was making slow circles on my pussy. Then suddenly in the dead silence, during one of those awkward moments foot fucking with your girlfriend has, Karen blurted in a funny voice so as to mask the ominous question, as if it were a joke, “Want me to eat you, Cassie?” She stared at me so straightforwardly, so seriously, despite the cutesy voice, as if she was at the Dunkin Donuts drive through, asking for extra Equal. “Um ya, I’d like a large decaf with cream and five equal, and do you want me to eat you?” Did she just ask me if it was okay to eat me? Fuck! Again I froze for just a split second or two or ten, in the room’s uncooperative hush. Yes, I exhaled a whisper, confused in a dream, without rationalizing what was going on. She moved up quickly, flipping her body over not wanting to miss this open door, and her hands got busy unbuttoning my jeans. I heaved and wiggled and she tugged and pulled. All the while we maintained strict eye contact. My buckle didn’t quite make it past my ankles when I felt her fingers prying the edge of my cotton panties aside, as she buried her tongue in me. Oh my God! No dancing around, just so deep. I can’t remember ever being so turned on. She lapped at me with the full width of her thick, flat tongue. She coated all of my pussy with her mouth, taking in my scent with all of her wits, eyes tightly shut. She worked like a professional, digging her hot tongue into me, with a confident and famished force. Her mouth shielded my pussy with a tight seal, and she sucked my outer lips into her mouth, while she explored me deeply. She just drew my nectar full open mouth, cavernously, with a hum that sang a beautiful song I have never heard. Karen’s curly and twisted blonde hair hid her face as it worked on me, but I could feel her mouth moving from side to side, and I could see her head shifting left then right and up through my thick pubic hair and down to my ass, forcing her nose into me at times. I sat up a bit and held her head snug to my pussy with my right hand as my large clit began to pulse. My left hand dug down through the disarray and roamed under the neck of her new Christmas sweater and found her breast. I squeezed her tit, feeling her swollen nipple on my palm, as she sent me into orbit. My hips were springing up off the couch, pushing back hard, riding her concealed face. I held a full breath, my pussy puffed and pulsed once, twice Ah My GOD, I squealed, and I climaxed right into her mouth. Karen’s ruthless tongue slowed but didn’t stop. She began to carefully and precisely kiss my pussy lips, sucking each one gently into her puckered lips, like a mother cleaning her cub. Without pause, she licked just the side of my swollen clit so tenderly, so deliberately, in small unhurried circles, just as she did with her stocking foot a few minutes ago; kisses softly left to fade down below, just her breath was left for me to savior. I opened my eyes and flopped back to earth.I broke the painful silence. That was really good, I wheezed with embarrassment, gasping for air. Karen looked up at me with caution and obvious attentiveness. Her dripping wet smile glistened in the light of the TV. “Have you ever done this before?” She asked with a worried tone No, I shot out, have You? “Maybe, a little, once or so, yes, you taste so good.” She stumbled using her funny voice again, and broke eye contact, wiping her open mouth with the back of her fingers, while my hand was motionless, still holding her tit. We both settled back into our original positions on the couch; only this time my pants were off and my panties were soaked. I just came on my friend’s face, I thought as I swigged my drink, staring into Karen’s eyes. Without rupturing eye contact, I picked up the yellow pillow that had fallen off the couch during our impromptu oral, and covered my wetness with it. “Are you cold?” no, I answered quickly and awkwardly without thinking. We sat and glared. “What? Say something” she smirked at my frozen face, silently begging and pleading for me to speak. I need to go pee, was all I could muster, and with a polite smile, I slid my naked legs past her and onto the floor; wobbly from the alcohol and the unexpected orgasm. I seized my pants and stammered off to the bathroom, while Karen, no doubt, got a good show of my bottom side. I shut the bathroom door and looked straight into the mirror, holding on to the counter for dear life. My face drooped as I inspected and scrutinized my post lesbian experience look. Soundlessly and deliberately I watched my reflection mouth the words what-the-fuck as if it wasn’t really me. My jaw stuck wide open while thoughts fluttered around my head. Who am I? I’ve never in my life; my friend, oh my God, it was so good. I ran the cold water and splashed my face seeking soberness, and an escape hatch. The woman in the mirror was worried. What will she think of me, was all I could assemble in the chaos going on in my mind. I paced the tiny floor, back and forth, and then I flushed the toilet for no better reason than to buy myself another few seconds. Still holding my pants with the same hand that caressed her tit, Karen knocked on the door. “You OK?” Yes, I replied, again with an awkward quickness. “You’ve been in there a long time, want to come out and talk?” Almost finished, I lied as I brushed back my hair behind my ears.“I think they call that the walk of shame.” What? I pleaded through the wall. Karen slowly turned the knob and opened the door a crack, “Walk of shame,” she stated with a devious grin. “You know in college, when you have to run down the hall naked after sex.” I wasn’t running, I said with a smile. Karen’s silliness broke the tension. She eased in the bathroom with me. We stared at each other like teenagers and beamed. You know, I whispered softly, purposely attempting to re-light her fire. You know, those two girls in the mirror are watching you look at me. I liked her reaction to my soft voice. Karen’s eyes widened with excitement. Without warning, without authorization, Karen leaned into me and kissed my closed mouth. I inclined backward as she pushed. “You’re really hot Cassie. You taste so” she paused to kiss “Good, oh Goddamn good.” She said fading into a quiet whisper only meant for me. Our lips squished together, her tongue worked side to side under my lower lip; our teeth clanked, void of grace. I was kissing another woman and it was bumpy and jarring like new kisses sometimes are. I could feel her fingers roaming my face, as I began to lean in and kiss back. My thoughts were out of control; my mind started to race: I never kissed a girl before. Was this really happening? I never knew lips could be so soft. She is perfect. She’s my friend. No one can ever find out. What should I do? She is so warm, and smells so good. Oh, her hair. I just came on her mouth in her fucking living room. I can taste myself. Holy shit I can taste myself! Our dance in the small bathroom became obsessive. Unfamiliar hands were finding new-fangled toys. Karen held my head tightly as I threw caution to the wind and traced the plump sides of her lovely breasts. Our mouths locked in place; moaning into the hollow of each other’s souls; singing the song we had just written moments ago. Her right hand roamed my back so delicately, so tenderly, perfectly and magically arousing my nipples all the way around the other side of my body. Her braveness seemed to have no limit. Karen’s fingers, oh her soft, velvety fingers worked on my freckled shoulders under my blouse, up and down my spine, as we kissed with unbreakable, brutal force. She began working wizardry on the tight elastic of my panties; shimming them down over my hips until they fell, lifelessly to the cold tile floor. Unexpectedly she broke our embrace, sunk her head swiftly, clutching my midriff as she balanced on the toilet seat and pulled my soft belly to her face. She licked around my belly button with thoughtful swipes. I raised my body on tippy toes and pushed downward with only one purpose in mind, to deliver my gift directly to her famished mouth. Lost in the moment, I ground my hips in deep, unhurried undulations. I could hear Karen’s muffled moan through my thick, brown pubic hair as she hid her tongue inside me once again. I couldn’t take another second of this madness. I held on to her cheeks with both hands moving her skull up and down in rhythm as she ate me. I need to lie down, I commanded in a harsh whisper. My legs weakened under the influence of wine and rum and lust. Karen inserted a finger in me and our eyes connected as she kissed, with her soaking wet mouth, the distinct line where my dark chestnut pubic hair meets my milky flesh.The lovely woman in front of me stood and held my hand as she silently guided me into her bedroom. Only we filled the air. No music, no television, no sound at all. In the hush and warmth of her bed we fell together like old lovers. Our practice in the other rooms had paid off. We locked in a soundless kiss as we peeled each other’s clothing. Rolling about the bed lip locked, I ended up on top and began to devour my first breast. Her nipple, as big as the tip of my thumb; a beautiful tight knot holding her large and dark areola in place, filled my mouth. Her spongy breast covered much of my face as I sucked, pleasing my pallet like never before. Oh, this was certainly a delicacy I waited way too long to enjoy. My left hand found her sweet spot, as I sucked her tits. My fingertips danced through her reedy wet fur. Karen spread her legs wide, allowing me carte blanche. She was extremely sensitive and her body shifted and contorted as I explored her beautiful mound with a ginger touch. Gradually, I slid my middle finger into Karen’s folds, surprised to feel its depth and the heat of another woman. It was sucking me in. Her wetness overwhelmed my single finger, so I eased in another all the way and then I pushed up and pulled back, just a bit, on the inside of her pubic bone. I had found her spot. The harder I sucked her nipple the more she groaned; the more she bucked against my hand. I was pleasing her with all my might and she loved it. Like a mad woman, Karen pulled my head to hers, threw the pillow to the floor causing a crash somewhere in the room, and moaned long and hard into my open mouth, as she came on my hand. Shattered with sexual exhaustion, we held each other, fulfilled without a worry, no care of time or place. She kissed my naked neck for several minutes and whispered, “You’re so sexy.” So are you, I breathed into her ear, licking its lobe. Then I nestled my hand down to the scene of the crime. My palm found a resting place protecting her moist, horrible, magnificent mess. We slept. Chapter 3: Repercussions and reverberationsThe long shadows of late December, coupled with a pint of rum and two bottles of wine allowed a deep sleep well into the morning. Strange dreams agitated my slumber. Consciousness was not immediate nor wanted. I was barely able to lift my pounding head as I struggled and squinted in the dense obscurities of the unfamiliar room. Yellow curtains? My mouth filled with cotton, in a daze, I was lost. I panicked for a split second. Oh My God! What the…The bewilderment became unacceptable reality. The pieces started to come to me. In a distressed motion I gasped; my hand covered my open mouth; it smelled. The evidence was pure and very real. There she was. Karen, curled up naked, sleeping, breathing with calm, even rhythms, facing the other way, her breasts exposed as only her bottom half was bound by a comforter. I held my forehead and scooted to the edge of the bed, carefully so as not to wake my friend. What am I going to say to her? I dreaded. What will she say to me? My attention raced from one vivid detail to the next. Does this make me a lesbian? A LESBIAN! No, I claimed, but it was good, oh my god. We fucked. What did I do? Holy shit we fucked.I snuck to the bathroom without a sound. I leaned on the counter for precious life. Déjà vu, I whispered to myself as I smiled for the mirror. No toothbrush, I scouted the medicine cabinet for one. I’m sure she won’t mind if I steal this, I smirked as I opened the new brush. I ran the shower and stepped in. The warm water felt just right. Karen’s shampoo was top shelf, much better than I buy. The peach aroma and the suds refreshed my soul and straightened out my pounding head. I was awake and I was scared and I was horny and I was alive for the first time since my divorce. I lathered in circles, daydreaming all the while. I paid special attention to each part of my body. I concentrated a palm full of shampoo on my pussy as I washed. It somehow felt different this morning. Touching myself was pleasurable for the first time. I felt uninhibited under the blast of water. My eyes were held hostage as the soap oozed from my hair. My ears filled by the magic waterfall. I danced in place as last night’s memories came back to life. Then from out of the dense steam, I felt her hand touch my shoulder. “Can I get in?” She smiled that great big smile. Her teeth are better than perfect, they’re cute. The tiny gap that separates her two front teeth adds character and the slightest hint of gum in her smile just makes it a knockout. I held my breath. It was okay, everything was alright. She accepted me, we’re in the same boat, and it’s a pretty exciting boat. I have nothing to be ashamed of. She is so sexy. I exhaled. Yes, I nodded, as Karen stepped under the warm flow. We washed each other like they do in the dirty movies; her back, my back. We giggled as we played in the water. I couldn’t remember the last time I giggled. “You know.” She said in a seductive tone, “you never did eat me last night. I think you owe me. Will you eat me now?” She licked the tip of my nose, melting me further. My mind raced. I’ve never done that before. I mean I have never done any of this before. But I dreamt it, oh do I dream it. Who would ever know to look at me? I’ve wanted this for a long time; ever since I can remember. This is my fantasy, but I have never ever told a soul. This is all I thought of when my slug of a husband used to attempt to fuck me. What a dark woman I am. Am I filthy? I looked up into her needy eyes. I don’t know if I can, I answered Karen’s request. “Yes you can.” She whispered, easing me to my knees right there in the shower. My face found her delicate nest. I inhaled the peach perfume and whisked away the remaining suds and pulled her lips open and began tentatively licking at her unprotected clitoris. I was eating my first pussy. Her taste was weighty and complex, that of an interesting oaked wine. The bright red of her inner pussy was a real turn on. I tentatively licked deeper, becoming more apt, more daring, more willing with each nibble. I could feel the same heat and the same pulsing I had with my fingers last night, only this time it was much more intimate. It was she who now ground back at me, pushing me back into the pelting spray. My eyes strained in their sockets to connect with hers. She leaned over me and shut off the water. My head popped out from her legs and she crouched to meet my face with hers, and we kissed hard; Karen licked her own juices from my face with an untamed eagerness that drove me mad. Our bodies dripped dried while our mouths toiled for quite some time.All I had with me were last night’s clothes. I tried to hide that fact as we sat at the kitchen table for coffee. I stirred the clouds floating in my mug and crossed my legs for protection. Karen unwrapped a package from the bakery she bought yesterday and went right to work on the muffin. “Hungry?” she asked with a mouthful. I’m always hungry, but I’m more hung over than hungry, I explained. She leaned across the small table and softly caressed my cheek with the back of her fingers. “I’m glad I found you, again.” She said, staring at me with that smile. I didn’t know I was lost, I teased with a dreamy tone. “Oh you were lost, and in so many tragic ways.” I knew she was talking about my bad marriage, but I refused to respond. I politely gaziantep escort bayan grinned and sipped at my coffee. “What are we going to do, today?” Karen asked, as if we had plans. I need to go home and clean up, I said, clutching the collar of the blouse I was wearing two days in a row. “Okay, but its Sunday and I have nothing to do. Can I go home with you?” She pleaded. You do work fast, young lady, I k**ded. How about we meet up later, after some laundry and maybe a nap, I instructed as I slid my chair back and got up for the door. Karen followed. We leaned on the mudroom wall for a moment, neither one of us wanting to part. “About this,” Karen blurted. This? “You know what I mean, silly.” She weakened, turning away from me, “I really had a good” She stopped dead in her sentence. She just stood there looking for the word. Awkward and stubborn silence bounced around her mudroom. She started a new sentence. “I really loved being with you, so so much, it was, loved it,” She stumbled about her words, then killed me with that smile. I hugged her lovely, shapely body and kissed her one more time, but never spoke. My tongue darted around her lips for just a moment, just long enough to stir the butterflies in my stomach. I turned and walked to my car. She watched from the cold of the open back door. I sc****d the dusting of snow from the handle and shouted back, Hey, isn’t this the walk of shame? I could see her big, delightful smile as I pulled away. Chapter 4: Salisbury BeachI could still feel Karen’s lips on mine when I got home. My keys rang out as they hit the granite countertop and slid to the edge of the kitchen island, threatening to fall to the floor. I stood and watched the action of my careless toss, like a bowling ball rolling awry along the ally; I offered body English, hopeful not to have to bend over with this pounding headache. Karen, I said out loud, alone. Wow. I swallowed a mouthful of water from the fridge along with two Advil and hobbled through the dining room dropping my clothing to the floor, piece by piece. My trail was proof of my exhaustion. Naked, I climbed the stairs to bed. The big four bedroom, three bath in Newburyport was lost in the wake of the divorce, but my new condo, albeit rented, was nicely appointed and less than a mile to Salisbury beach. Everything is clean and new, comfortable and safe. I didn’t want to leave my house, but there was no way of keeping it and ridding myself of him. A walk in closet in trade for dignity. Freedom’s price. The bed felt especially cozy after a long night of sex and drinking. I lay there dreary, on my back attempting sleep, but my hand was relentlessly reaching for something. I couldn’t stop thinking about licking Karen’s pussy. Was I obsessed? I was a girl gone mad. My pubic hair felt incredibly soft to the touch, despite the dismay it had just gone through. Must be her fine shampoo, I thought as I filled my lungs slowly and deeply, then held onto my air as my fingers grazed. On my exhale I could distinctively feel wetness as I soothed my fire with relaxed circles. My clit is bigger than it should be and protrudes stiffly when aroused. It bumped against my ring. I rubbed the length of my wetness to oil my finger tip, then went to work vigorously rubbing the side of my clit, pressing hard on the pubic bone, digging in with all the vigor I could muster. My eyes tight and my mouth acting out last night’s adventures with Karen’s enormous nipples. I moaned quickly, as my body shifted from left to right. I rolled effortlessly into my nest. Contentment. I napped peacefully.My cell phone’s ridiculous tone jolted me to life a couple hours later. I leaned on an elbow to reach out for it in the bright-noon, sun-filled room. A text from Karen: Need to meet with you asap. What is this? Her message was too quick, too stern. Something was wrong. She must want to tell me how foolish we were. She must be figuring out a way to regain dignity. Oh I feel like such an idiot. What a whore. Why did I follow along? I should have just left after the wine. What is wrong with me? I’m such a slut! I must be going through a post-divorce stage, sowing seeds and all that. I’ll tell her that. I responded to her text: OK, half hour @ Salisbury Beach State Park, main entrance. I hit send and instantly felt remorse, guilt, all the bad things a girl feels after a one night stand. I should have asked her to come here, like she wanted to. It’s freezing outside. What the fuck was I thinking, the beach. The beach! What will we do? Stand out in the empty parking lot crying and screaming at one another? This is a disaster. My head spun. I pulled my shoulder length russet hair back in haste, not wanting to take the time for a shower. I dressed rapidly, unconcerned with colors, this time armed with gloves and a thick winter hat. I started the car with the remote while I heated some tea for my travel mug and wrapped myself tightly in my angora scarf. I felt protected. The short drive to the beach barely let my engine warm. I saw Karen’s flower shop minivan a couple hundred yards ahead of me, turning the corner of the entrance. She must have left right after I texted her back to get here so fast, I thought, as she came from way over the Memorial bridge on the other side of town, from the grand shores of Newburyport. I sped up with anxiety. There was no other traffic on this frigid and dry Sunday afternoon. On my way to the state park beach entrance, I passed by the desolate remains of a once grand American honkytonk; ghostly, vacant skeletons of brick stood to remind us of what once was. Salisbury Beach was formerly a famed vacation spot for the north east. Massachusetts’ northern most gem once offered carnivals and shows, fireworks and all the great attractions the 1940’s and 50’s made famous. Not to mention one of the most beautiful stretches of ocean beach in America; six miles of undisturbed, pure and soft, golden and tan sand; so breathtaking. Salisbury Beach is a rock-less paradise that hugs the mouth of the Merrimac River, and still attracts thousands in the summer but nobody today. It was a wicked blast walking the boardwalk as a teenager; flirting and tanning, occasionally hooking up with a 1980’s boy of summer, wearing day-glow tops tied at my belly and bright green shades. Today it is my melancholy home. I pressed to catch Karen. The road was dry with an edge of old snow. Unexpectedly, out of the cold blue of the day a Siren! Loud, and frightening. Intense blue lights flashed in my rearview mirror. Son of a Bitch! I exclaimed harshly, raising my tone to my most pissed off octave. I drudgingly pulled to the side, head held low with anxiety. I watched the officer bounce out of his cruiser through my mirror. I opened the window; my face winced at the cold and the probability of trouble. “Afternoon ma’am, Massachusetts Coast Security, License and Registration, please.” What did I do, officer? He paused looking at my registration, “I clocked you at 48 miles per hour; this is a 30 mile per hour zone.” I’m sorry, I was trying to catch up with a friend, I didn’t realize. “I’ll be right back with your license,” he said cutting me short. The officer removed his sun glasses with his black-gloved fingers, and for just a split second, looked me dead-on in the eye. He couldn’t be more than twenty five years old. Cute, I thought. His small build was not typical for his line of work. Thin, couldn’t be much taller than my five foot, seven inches. What am I thinking? He’s going to give me a ticket. He’s not cute. He’s making me very late. Oh NO! What if Karen leaves? What if she thinks I blew her off? This just sucks. Coast security? What the hell is that? The officer took only two or three minutes to run my plate, and strolled back over to me slowly, staring at my license all the while. “How long have you lived in Salisbury, ma’am?” He asked. Less than a year, I responded with an innocent tone. I moved from Newburyport. You know, divorce and all. He leaned down gazed closely at me and into my car as if his cold cheeks were looking to borrow some of my heat. His face was just inches from mine “Well, you’re just getting a warning, today Cassandra.” He smiled, handing me back my license. I watched as he buckled up and raced away with a roar. He wanted to fuck me I thought, amused as I turned the corner to the beach.Karen was sitting in her van keeping warm. She smiled that smile through the icy glass when she saw my car. I pulled up close in the opposite direction so both drivers’ windows were next to each other. We shared a look, my hands were shaking. “Hi.” She blurted. Is everything alright? Your text message scared me, said asap. “ASAP scares you huh? Everything is wonderful. Get out I have something for you.” My head tilted in curiosity. I just got pulled over for speeding. I tried to complain “Get in my van,” Karen robustly scolded, not hearing my dilemma. I walked around to the other side and somehow, she pushed a magic button that automatically slid open the hefty side door of her company minivan. It was empty and very warm inside from the blast of the heater. Where are all the seats? I asked. “Stow and Go, they fold into the floor. Come in, I have a surprise for you.” On her command I ducked in and plopped down on the carpeted van floor. What is it? I pleaded. Karen turned swiftly, and presented me with a perfectly shaped red rose. I smiled looking into her wide eyes. It pays to have a friend who is a florist, I joked. “You mean a friend with benefits, who is a florist,” she corrected me with an upward slant to her mouth. With that, she leaned in and we kissed. Her mouth felt so right. She was not trying to regain her dignity, she didn’t think I was an idiot; I beamed with my tongue hunting for hers. “You got pulled over?” she asked with a muffled tone while our mouths were playing. Yes, by Coast Security. I got a warning, I hummed proudly. I dropped the rose and brought my empty hand up to her sweatshirt-covered breast. I squeezed with confidence. Oh, she has such wonderful, large breasts. Our kiss broke with another giggle and we sat there on the van floor in a body-hugging grip, rocking silently. “Want to take a walk on the beach?” She asked eagerly. It’s pretty cold, I don’t know how far I’ll make it, I announced affirmatively yet with great caution to my voice. She pressed the magic button, and the door drew open slowly, like a curtain on a stage. We rolled out into the spitefully cold air. The beach was ours to have and to hold. No human, no a****l, too bitter for even a gull. We walked without fear of being found out, glove to glove. “I’m glad you didn’t get a ticket, Cassie,” she said as we walked past the padlocked ladies room and up the boardwalk. Me too! Have you heard of Coast Security before? I said. I could see my breath. The sand is much easier to walk on in the winter. Most people don’t realize that. ”I think they patrol the beaches since 9/11.” She answered. Areas of frozen sea spray covered the only rock jetty over to our right making the landscape brilliant and contrasting. Salisbury Beach has but two fools today, in full winter armor. The packed and rippled sand of the low tide added even more private acreage for us to explore; warmth was our only issue. We turned to face each other about 100 yards down the beach to protect one another from an ungodly, penetrating frozen gust. We locked together, the surf as our soundtrack, and began to sway in rhythm as a lone fishing boat kept us company, dancing in the swell, until he made it past our horizon. We kissed in the arctic air, and this time Karen pulled off her right glove and swiftly tucked her cold hand deep into my crotch; digging like a sand crab at my mound. You are so bad, I roared over the volume of the breaking waves, breathing my hot air into her neck. I’ve never in my life let anybody take me like I have let you; I spoke softly into her ear. “I have a surprise for you in my van,” Karen whispered through my unkempt knitted cap. The rose, you already gave me it? I love it. I smiled. “Something better,” she shifted her weight in the sand, deviously winking. The anticipation and the bitter wind were too much, so we headed back to the parking lot, maneuvering through the pot holes and billows in the sand, very careful not to get our feet wet. Walking back with high wind is always difficult. We rambled slowly up the beach protecting our faces from the harsh wind, with a sensation of liberation when we spotted the sand dunes next to the boardwalk; much easier walking. I could see the cars, and I could see something else; a small, black wallet half covered in sand, barely peeking up from under the wooden walk; unearthed, no doubt by the high wind. Look! I gestured down. Karen’s pretty mouth opened wide when she at last spotted the wallet, too. The wallet was at least four feet beyond our reach, forcing us to hike off the walkway, down a slight embankment and into the snow and tall, dry, winter weeds. “Don’t get wet,” Karen commanded me in a caring voice, cupping both hands to her mouth to project her warning. I gave her an assuring glare as I took my first deep step into the mound of snow. In order to make my return trip easier I kicked a path through the foothill of slush as I inched closer to the wallet. Unfortunately, this method completely filled my boots with snow. I broke Karen’s rule; I got wet. I struggled to position each leg, as the snow became deeper with each step. My pants were saturated, my jacket buttons were packed with nature’s white wash, ready to melt and soak me, but I was close. This was quite an adventure for two, dare I say, middle aged women. I could see the wallet now, my rescue mission almost complete. I reached under the decking, wondering what else is hidden under this massive walkway, and plucked the weathered, black wallet from its frozen tomb. Back at the car I dumped out my boots, threw my wet coat in my trunk, and crawled back inside Karen’s van. I knew she had a surprise waiting for me, but we just had to investigate the wallet, first. “It’s good you live so close. We can dry you out fast,” Karen said in a caring tone, or perhaps she was just inviting herself over to my place. I have to get these wet pants off. I’m soaked to my panties. I said, Karen laughed and opened her eyes wide, hungry-like then said. “Oh, I like that idea.” She helped me pull my wet pants off and then she propped her shoulders against my belly and without even a blink, began to lick the cold pale skin of my inner thighs. I spread my legs with an action so natural it startled me. I held the wallet securely as Karen went down on me. Sucking gently on my clitoris, I leaned back to enjoy her loving determination. Is this my surprise? I whispered in a dream state. “Nope,” Karen yapped licking the flavor from her own lips. “I have something even better,” she claimed. Then she spun over and wedged her body between the two front seats, reaching with all her might to snatch a shoe box sitting on the passenger seat floor. “Here, for you,” she handed me the box. I gazed at her silently, shaking the box like a girl on Christmas morning. What is it? “Open up!” And with her command I pried the tight cover off the box to see a bottle of baby oil and a huge, bright red, jelly dildo. Are you serious? How did you become this way? I sarcastically uttered with an open mouth and a very worried gaze. “I’m going to fuck you with that cock,” was her rebuttal. Karen meant business this time. I had never met someone so sexual in my life. Granted it was all very new, but the passion and the emotion and the sex, my God the sex we shared the past forty eight hours! It was all beyond belief. I wasn’t quite able to put clear thoughts together. But I knew I liked the companionship very much. I couldn’t even attempt a guess at what made Karen come this far out of her shell. One time, during a rare college visit we were having lunch together with a few of her acquaintances from class. I recall one of the guys at the table asking the women what they thought about different, risqué sexual situations. He was obviously trying to play one of us, but his questions were titillating nonetheless. I remember him asking us whether or not we would try lesbian sex, and he developed quite a scenario. He asked if we were out of town staying at a hotel where no one knew us, and we met a woman who was willing, would we have sex with her. Of course I shied away from the question completely, but I do remember Karen answering him with a resounding NO. She seemed repulsed at the idea twenty years ago, or perhaps that was simply a protective face she put on. She is quite the free thinker, today. Like a fly in her web, I was trapped and miss spider was ready to thrust her red jelly fang into me. My pants were off; Karen pushed my torso backward, forcing me to hold my weight with my elbows as she oiled her ten inch weapon. I needed no baby oil, and she knew it. But she was kind, and greased her rod. I felt the tip playing with my large clit. The soft jelly offered some semblance of penis authenticity. I’ve never used a dildo on myself, yet another first for me. The van’s heater roared, creating ample warmth and enough white noise to soften the sex sounds around us. Karen lowered her face to meet up with the bright red cock. She licked at the back of it, as the tip entered me. It felt so good. Her touch was delicate and loving. She eagerly traced the length of the cock with her tongue, stopping to suck on my clit, which was now fully aroused and protruding nearly an inch out beyond its normal position. The jelly dong was deep inside me, bottoming out and stretching me with unreserved pleasure. Karen’s ability to please me was limitless. “Feel good?” she hummed with her sexy voice, drawing out her words methodically. Oh, it’s perfect, I murmured. Karen’s mouth sucked me in. I could feel the sensation of baby oil leaking down to my crack, tingling my ass button. I began fucking her toy with great hip thrusts; her mouth, along for the ride. The tension within me bred anticipation. Suddenly, I felt Karen’s oil-covered thumb plunge entirely into my anus. She wiggled it gently creating a hurricane in my pussy. Out of control, I climaxed with authority, and shook all at once. Karen slowed the pumping to a slight pulse and bent to drink my juice. She eased her beautiful lips along my thick pubic line and kissed my belly with the touch of a butterfly, up and down, over and over, her tongue and lips twirled until my cream churned to butter. Come home with me, I pleaded in a senseless, orgasmic daze, raking my fingers through her thick, golden curls, still catching breath. Karen opened up her smile and jolted “ABSOLUTLY,” as if she was starving and I held all the bread. Figuring my condo was a mile away, I neglected putting on my wet pants. Instead, Karen gave me one of the industrial flower blankets from the back of her van to cover my sex for the short ride. She turned on the interior light, as the 3:45 sun was nearly gone. Winter in New England is a sight for those who love the season of the night. Long spells of darkness cascade into brief, cold, shadowy days. So, 3:45 in December, as any New Englander knows, is getting late. I raked together all my clothes and my pocketbook and that wallet we found an hour ago. She pressed the magic button and the sliding van door began to yawn and hum and drag, as if it was begging me to crawl out. I unenthusiastically transitioned myself to my own freezing car seat, while Karen followed me in her body-heated flower van. Chapter 5: Making PlansI felt a hint of awkwardness and embarrassment as we pulled up to my condo, filling the short driveway with both vehicles. I wondered how many neighbors will see me running into the door wrapped in a blanket with my new female lover. Will they be able to tell we fuck? Oh my God, I said audibly, watching Karen in my rear view mirror. I froze in that position for just a moment, just looking. She really is sexy. Her face is so pure and innocent; doesn’t show her age. She looks an easy ten years younger than her 42. Why me? Am I a lesbian? I can’t stop thinking about her. What a fool I am, this can’t work. Oh, her boobs are so big. Am I a boob girl? Karen woke me from my trance with her knuckle on my cold window. “Let’s get in I’m freezing!” She smiled at me and I got goose bumps. She affects me in a way I can’t explain. It’s only been forty eight hours since she made her move, and now I can’t stop thinking about her and her mouth and her smile.“Nice,” Karen complimented my condominium, her eyes roaming about. I leaned in to pull her hair off her face, and then I surprised her with a lingering lick on her cool neck. “Oh you are so sensual; I love it.” Karen cooed and caressed the back of my head with her capable fingers. “Where’s the wallet?” Karen broke our embrace. Here, look, I handed it over. We crouched down on the floor, using the vestibule settee as our workbench. Her hands shuffled the wallet, opening the snap that held it tight. “It’s full. Imagine if it had $100,000 in it?” She fantasized. We’d have to give it back, baby. Karen’s posture became crisp and statue-like. “You just called me baby.” She kissed me. “I like that.” We melted together for just a second. I nudged her shoulder with mine and brought our attention back to the wallet. “Chloe Olson, 54 Pembroke Ave., Portsmouth New Hampshire.” Karen read the owner’s information off her driver’s license. Should we call her? “Yes, but let’s go through the rest of this.” How old is she? “Born in 1974.” I wonder how she dropped this, and how on earth did it get all the way up the dune under the boardwalk. “She may have dropped it on her way to the sand, but it was tucked pretty far under the walk.” Karen held her cell up to her compassionate face. “Portsmouth New Hampshire” she paused looking into space. “Chloe Olson, Pembroke Ave., she’s getting the number,” Karen mouthed in a whisper to me, not wanting the 411 operator to hear, then pecked my lips hastily, just barely sticking her tongue out; enough to make me tingle. “603-740” Karen pointed at me, sign language meaning that that part of the number was mine to remember. “5473, 5473, 5473,” Karen’s memory chant went on and on as she attempted to call Chloe. “It’s ringing,” Karen stated with big, bright excited eyes. I held a towel around me for warmth, eager for a shower. “Hi, Is this Chloe Olson? My friend and I, well really you can thank my friend Cassie who got all wet rescuing your wallet at Salisbury Beach, this afternoon.” Karen winked, giving Chloe my number. I moved around her while she made arrangements to reunite the wallet and the owner. Purposefully trying to distract my new lover, I ran the length of my arm against her crotch from back to front, pressing hard against her pussy. I could easily hear the affect in her voice. Karen finished her call with a lazy toss of the cell phone. Suddenly life began to slow, to simplify. I was now in charge, Karen was the hopeless object. I Held her face tight. I’m going to eat you until you cum in my mouth, you fucking little sexy bitch, roared out from the deepest extent of my soul. I did all I could to rip her pants off, but it was tougher than I had hoped. She wiggled silently, freely offering assistance until both her panties and jeans flopped like dead weight to the granite. Comfort was secondary; sex, primary. We wrestled to the unfriendly chill of the stone floor. Pleasure overtook suffering. My lips went wild on her creamy thighs. Her spattering of freckles put me over the edge. My fingers worked their new found magic inside her folds. My tongue seemed experienced for having such slight practice. I sucked her pussy like a starving whore, Conquering her natural, disheveled pubic hair with the whole of my face. My neck muscles strained to push harder. Slurping her soaking wet vagina, Oh the taste! I ate her with pristine passion, deeply digging, devouring and pleasing this beautiful middle-aged woman; I sucked her clit hard into my mouth, adoring the tang. I could sense her blood rushing through her clit; it throbbed on my tongue. Karen shook, arms stiff, holding tight and trembled and cried to the angels and to whoever else could hear: “I’m coming, so fucking, oh you I’m coming.” She bucked and I drank her juice relentlessly; satiated for the moment.The hot shower cleared our system. Karen sat tight to me on the couch as we ate some leftover chicken in front of the TV. “We can drop off the wallet on Thursday and then spend New Year’s Eve in Portsmouth.” Karen suggested. “Unless you already have plans.” No plans for me. I haven’t gone out on New Year’s since before I got married. You like Portsmouth? I don’t know much about it, I strangely and for no reason at all admitted “Oh, sure! I love Portsmouth. I’ll show you a secret spot in Prescott Park where you can meditate in absolute peace.” Too cold for that, I smiled. Karen’s head rested against mine, “I’ll keep you warm,” She whispered. In a synchronized move, we both set our small plates to the coffee table and Karen stretched all the way out. Her head now dormant on my lap, her eyes connected to mine. How many other women have you been with? I just had to ask. “Oh, not many.” Her whisper was reassuring. How many is not many? “Just a few.” Who was your first? I asked with sexual curiosity in my tone. “Oh, years ago back when I was a freshman at UNH, I slept over Noel’s dorm. Do you remember her? I introduced you once when you visited” No, but this sounds like a porno, I joked. “Noel was in three classes with me. Her dorm was across from me.” And what happened? Were you drunk with her, too? I smiled touching the tip of her chin with my finger. “No, it was just one of those nights; dark and rainy. We were just talking about classes. We were pretty close friends. She was actually my only friend at college.” Karen sighed. So what happened? I urged more persuasively. “That night? It was a back rub job. It was so bizarre. She massaged me through my T shirt, kneading my shoulders while we talked, then her hand went plop! Down the back of my sweat pants.” No k**ding? “Yes! She rubbed my bottom for a few minutes. I thought it was weird, but it felt awesome. Then she slowly started to finger me. I didn’t say a word during this whole thing.” Karen’s story was turning me on. Her face was flush. “We ended up in bed topless, sucking on each other’s nipples and kissing. I fingered her, but I did nothing to her with my mouth, that night.” Did you ever eat her like you ate me? “Yes, but not that night. We became secret lovers for a while, almost two years. Noel was always horny; you would have liked her.” Karen tugged at my neck expecting a kiss. Instead, I slowly licked her impressive and dense eyebrows with the very tip of my tongue. The gentle gliding forced her eyes shut. With the weight of a butterfly, I touched my lips to the tips of her eyelashes, sending Karen into a long, throaty moan. What else did you do to Noel? I mouthed into her ear. “We did everything together.” Karen confessed pulling me close, she kissed me hard. This was not a typical kiss. This was one of those noisy, messy kisses two lovers share right before a climax. But there was no orgasm waiting this time, just absolute want and desire. There was no denying, I was hooked.Chapter 6: Meeting ChloeThe New Year was just two days away, and what a way to start. Over the past weekend I had amended my happiness tenfold, and in such an unexpected way. Karen was still asleep in my bed when I began to roam the condo in search of something, anything quiet to occupy my time. I was horny all day and night since I discovered this new thing with Karen. I wanted nothing more than to go roll on top of her, but she needs to sleep. I needed to sleep. We, oh boy did we need to sleep. She is consuming my thoughts, and truthfully I can’t get the act of eating her pussy out of my mind. Why did I wait so many years? I actually ate another woman’s pussy. What a bizarre situation. But everything is okay, I think, yes, we’re good. If I only knew about this when I was twenty; if I just dabbled in it; who knows? Karen went off to the flower shop late because the week after Christmas was their slowest of the year. My mind and body were alone for the first time in three days; time to recoup. Living alone meant facing loneliness on a daily basis; fronting it right in the eyes. But oddly enough, loneliness soothed me. The peace, the solitude, it is what I missed most when I was married. Just me and the tea pot, I smiled in the hush, thinking of Karen. Abruptly the phone slammed me back to reality. Hello? A big, bright voice was on the other end. “Hi, this is Chloe Olson; you called me last night about my wallet.” Oh, that was my girlfriend Karen who called. My eyes opened wide, jaw dropped; did I say girlfriend? What will this woman think? Oh, my God, she’ll think I’m a lesbian. My head spun with self-ridicule as I brought myself back to the phone. My name is Cassie Keane. We were going to call you back today to set up a meeting time in Portsmouth. We thought it would be nice to spend New Year’s Eve on Market Square. “Oh, that does sound nice, but I was wondering if I could meet up with you today to pick up my wallet. I really need my credit cards. I can drive to you, no problem. Are you free?” Yes, sure, absolutely. I didn’t even think about that. You probably need everything. How did you lose it? “Well, sort of a long story. I was just out for a drive. My father passed a couple months ago and on his birthday I took a walk, you know, on the beach. I wasn’t thinking right, careless I’m so spacey when I have something on my mind.” We all are, I interrupted. “I remember crying alone on the boardwalk and my bag fell to the ground. I didn’t even know it was gone until I got home, very late. Irresponsible, huh?” Chloe’s voice dragged with grief. No! I laughed politely. We can meet here or there or halfway. I offered. “Well, if your girlfriend won’t mind, I’d like to take you to lunch to thank you properly.” I gasped deep and choked on her words! Oh, no not like that, she won’t, we’re not umm. Chloe interrupted with a barely noticeable giggle. “How about we talk over lunch? 11:45? The Portsmouth Wine Bar is very good, new. Its right in Market Square, you can’t miss it.” Sounds like a date, was all I could think of saying before I hung up. Date, I said date what a stupid thing to say. The drive from Salisbury to Portsmouth is about eighteen miles, all highway. I’ve done it a thousand times on my many Kittery shopping days, which typically happened at least once a month. I would shop endlessly just as an excuse not to be home. But now that I’m detached, I don’t seem to shop so much. But Portsmouth is fun, no matter what I told Karen the other day. I don’t know why I lied to her about me knowing about Portsmouth. I guess I was trying to allow her to be in control of something, anything. Even if it was a useless and foolish lie, I made her feel good. Besides, how bad would it be for Karen to show me around? It would be fun and make her feel special. I headed downtown and circled around the block twice before finding the single remaining parking spot, not so close to Market Square, up on Bow Street. Not great, but only two blocks in the freezing cold from Market Square. I huddled with my hands tight in my pockets, doing a big favor here I rumbled, again forgetting my winter gloves. Something dawned on me at that very moment: how on earth would I know who she is? I didn’t get a description, just The Portsmouth Wine Bar. Wait, I thought out loud, her license must have a picture, of course. I fished through her wallet with my frozen fingers on my walk over to the Wine Bar. Her New Hampshire license was buried amongst a million other store customer cards. Yet the license was pristine, like new. I was surprised I hadn’t looked before but I remember having impromptu sex with Karen right after she got off the phone with Chloe the other night. Distractions! She’s pretty, I thought. I figured her age on my fingers, four years younger than me, auburn hair and heavy set but very well presented. The Bar was just ahead, so I panicked that she would see me rifling through her things. I stuffed them in roughly and haphazardly and snapped it all closed, innocent enough, I smiled and went inside, blowing warmth into my fist, ready to complete the rescue. Chloe was standing in the doorway, leaning with her thick arm against the old, empty pay phone cover, a heavy wool coat d****d on her free arm. Her hair was shorter than her picture and she looked even heavier in person. There must have been 220 pounds of her filling the impressive scoop neck mini dress; designer, for sure, but odd for the cold season. Her Irish skin looked supple and delicate and well preserved. What curves this woman possessed. Amazing cleavage led down to ample breasts that over filled the little blue, tight fitting outfit. For a larger woman, she was gorgeous. Earnestly attractive skin painted in rich freckles that closely matched the color of her hair. Her nails were pristinely unspoiled and her wide smile was framed in bright glossy red. So this is what they call a cinnamon girl, I thought in a devious manner, my inner lesbian was peeking out. Chloe? I exclaimed wagging the wallet in the air. She hopped over to meet me and hugged me, her enormous breasts squished against mine. “Thank you so much. Oh how can I thank you?” She released me from her grip and kissed my cheek, clutching her wallet. I refrained from kissing her back though her aroma compelled me; she smelled of sweet peppermint. “It’s nice to meet you, Cassie!” She said, stirring my sap with her deep blue eyes. Chloe had a secret I needed to learn, but what was it? Something special, something was incredibly sexy about this woman. I gawked at her outrageous dress. Then, I did something I could not believe. I gently placed my left hand on her exceedingly freckled shoulder as we turned to get a seat; sort of nudging her in the right direction. This was abnormal behavior for me. I’m standoffish. I rarely put myself out to touch others, never mind perfect strangers. But she compelled me. It was essential, a mandate that I touch her milky, flecked skin at that very moment. “Let’s eat.” Chloe said with a scheming grin as we followed the hostess. I smiled at the strange double entendre that bounced up and hit me in the face, square. My God, a week ago I would never have flirted with another woman. How things have change.Lunch at the Wine Bar was exceptional; Chloe was right. We even indulged by sharing a cheesecake pudding, smothered in strawberry, lathered in flogged cream. During lunch our conversation never slowed. Not once did we experience the typical awkward pause. Chloe and I discovered much in common, including our years of loneliness spent in a bad marriage. The only difference, Chloe’s bad marriage is still haunting her. She said they are together for the k**s. I could relate, although I never had c***dren, I could relate to that level of love and commitment. She was a good person, surprisingly wholesome, sweet, interesting, and shrewd. As the bill came and Chloe paid, she turned to me, held my hand with her perfectly tender, manicured fingers and gently whispered “You know I believe there is a reason for everything. And perhaps I lost my wallet so that we could meet.” I gave her an accepting smile as we stepped into the blast of cold New England air, which was holding Market Square hostage. Well-fed and curious about each other, we walked along the striking and historic streets of Portsmouth, our faces freezing. Talking and jesting and nudging one another with our woolen elbows, serving as exclamation points in our conversation. Chapter 7: Bow StreetHer SUV was across from the first church, a good half mile from mine. “I’ll drive you to your car.” She insisted. I gratefully accepted. We wound through Portsmouth’s extraordinarily charming streets and turned onto Bow Street, a short one way, cut-through that is easy to miss. Bow Street is a unique C curve road that slightly climes one of Portsmouth’s few hills. Protected on the left by a long, elevated cement privacy wall covered with ivory overgrowth that guards a private parking area and a timeworn cemetery, its narrowness and the sharp bend to the road offers no clear view ahead. Chloe pulled to the side, behind my car and up to an expired up to a meter, in tight to the edge of the road. We sat in silence for the first time, warming our digits with dashboard heat. Chloe leaned forward, wiggling her weight left and right, and pulled with quite an effort to free herself from her thick winter coat. As she sat there behind the wheel her scoop neck began working on me again. How did she know that I had recently become a boob girl? Our connection was as evident as her lonesomeness. Chloe leaned over to the passenger side and tugged at my earring. “Beautiful, Cassie, So beautiful.” I wasn’t sure if she meant me or my earring, but her touch was creating a welcome fire. There she was in her tight blue dress, her wool coat balled up on the dash covering much of the window. Unafraid of her curves and folds, with her tits nearly hanging out; with her freckled thighs exposed to the cold leather seat, with my sense of sexual promiscuity as highly tuned as it had ever been; she kissed me right there on Bow Street, next to the dormant ivy wall. The taste of lunch wine lingered on her lips; such thick lips. Her mouth completely covered my own. We were moving together in high tempo. “I really like you, Cassie.” Chloe moaned into my mouth. My hand immediately caressed her remarkable breasts. I needed to feel them as much as she needed me. Her breasts were spectacular; so big and soft. I pulled her right breast out from the little blue dress and suckled upon it, hungry without thinking. I licked it all over, hunched down, cars passing by on the street. We huddled as low as we could behind the wool coat and went straight to work, recklessly, soundlessly, a****listicly. Chloe wore no panties. The middle of winter and she dared to be so exposed, so vulnerable. I couldn’t understand, but I didn’t mind. My mind raced as if I was in a fantasy dream. I discovered her pussy with eagerness as she widened her knees still kissing me hard. I was shocked to find her completely shaved, clean and smooth; my fingers began yet another new dance; such a contrast to Karen’s organic look. I felt guilty for a moment until Karen left my head. So different, so alluring, I thought. I bunched my legs tightly and crunched as low as I could go, cramming my head between the steering wheel and her sexy, supple belly; still no words; and then I did it. Robotically, as if I had years of lesbian activity under my belt; as if it was a typical movement; nonchalantly; I went down on Chloe, right there on Bow Street. I ate her pussy and she cried out in pleasure. I softly licked her velvet lips over and over, while I fingered my own sex. I affectionately pressed my tongue deep inside her, enjoying the flavor of her sex. Her small clit was caressing my upper lip. I maneuvered my throbbing, oversexed clit in a wanton circular motion. Simultaneously, and very quickly, we shared a climax, shaking and trembling as cars drove by. An amazing blast of passion, our sex lasted just a few minutes.I pulled my wet face up from Chloe’s seat with a fair helping of embarrassment, and turned to the blowing heat on the dashboard, dumbfounded. “I’ve never done that before.” Chloe spurted. Never? My eyes opened wide, voice a bit raised. “No” She repeated “But that was amazing. I’ve so wanted this for a long time.” But you kissed me. I just thought you had “Experience?” Chloe finished my sentence. For sure, I said with an insecure grin. Chloe leaned in and kissed her juice from my lips. “I’m a very sexual person.” She whispered, kissing her way down my neck. My eye lids reacted with an uncontrollable, fluttering reflex. This is so erotic, Chloe, I purred as she devoured my neckline. Abruptly out of the gray of the silent winter afternoon an astonishingly, exceedingly brash siren went off. “Cops!” Chloe puffed, stunned for a moment. I straightened my body to face forward; Chloe straightened out her tight dress, and watched the flashing blue strobe of the Portsmouth Police fly by Chloe’s car, on route to some sort of emergency. Whoa! I exhaled; serious thoughts consumed me. I’m glad we didn’t get caught having public sex. I would have lost my job. What would Karen think of me? I wondered. Paranoid and sexually spent, I turned to answer the question Chloe asked while I was daydreaming. Probably the best skill I have developed as a professor is the ability to listen and think and sort things out all at once. Yes, I would absolutely love to see you again. I answered, feeling a fog of guilt lift over me. I raised her perfectly manicured hand to my lips and whispered you’re beautiful, then stepped out into the Seacoast frost. Light snow started to fall on my drive home giving me a strange sense of refuge, as if it were cleansing me. My midlife renaissance has left me sexually insatiable, with a distinct apatite for the feminine soul. Guilt brewed and spilt over from my cheap, carnal greed. I have become reawakened, yet regrettably confused. I’m a whore! A Goddamn whore! I screamed, alone in the car, half disappointed half excited. I had never felt so alive, so tangled, so isolated. There was no human being on earth I could talk to about my situation—fascination–obsession. What was it? The mile markers passed without notice. I was back in Salisbury, empty. I wanted nothing more than to cry and settle my personal crisis; figure out who I am. I needed a shower. I was exceptionally horny. Chapter 8: Telling a lieSettling in to watch the Celtics took my mind off my love triangle remorse. Basketball had become my guilty pleasure over the past many years, brought on by marrying a diehard Boston Celtics fan. Things rub off; it’s natural; although I would never admit this to any other faculty at work. Those folks don’t get real life. Even without him in the picture I still bled green. Home, now clean and calm, I relaxed for the moment and giggled thinking about the outlandish events of the previous four days. Celts are on; therapy is in progress. My phone screamed over the game. Two rings, but I refused to move. It was Karen’s number on the caller Id. The filth in my soul made me petrified to answer. The machine took care of that. “Hey, it’s me. When you get home give me a call.” She left the message with that beautiful mouth of hers. All I wanted to do at that moment was leap through the phone and kiss her. I wanted to hold her and touch her. I just wanted to understand why I did what I did with Chloe. I beat myself down with questions: Am I that much of an a****l? I’m a grown woman, a professor for Christ sakes who can’t control her carnal impulses. I’m shameful. I had just washed Chloe’s pussy juice off my face and all I could think of was kissing Karen. I’m awful, I’m terrible, I whispered in head.I called Karen back almost immediately. I had to talk to her. I had to tell her the truth. I owed her that. Her phone was ringing; my head whirling, thinking aloud. Maybe she would be cool with it. Maybe she would be turned on! Perhaps we three could, she picked up on the fourth ring. Hey, I was in the shower, I said with a smile in my voice. “I missed you today, professor. I have something for you.” Karen offered with authenticity and just absolute joy in her delivery. You do? I winced, face crunched taut, guilty, guilty, guilty. “I made you a special silk flower arrangement for your office at school.” I melted into the couch as my tummy fluttered. Her rhythmic voice put a spell on me. The game drifted into a distant tunnel “The Celtics up by 18,” roared out of the TV, bringing me back. You shouldn’t have done that, I exclaimed, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth in appreciation. “Well I did and I liked doing it. What did you do today?” Karen asked. My head spun. I paused, perhaps choked silently. Reality circled my skull. Could I possibly tell her the truth? What on earth would that sound like? Oh, I met Chloe. Nice girl; brought back her wallet. We had lunch and discovered an immense attraction toward one another; made out on the side of the road and I fingered myself while I went down on her; a perfect stranger, nevertheless. Not to mention, she has a completely shaved vagina. The truth won’t work! I pressed my temple with my free hand, increasing my very long pause. I exhaled feeling my ribs shrink. “You there?” Karen cried out. Yes, sorry Paul Pierce, the Celtics got a three pointer, they distract me. I lied. Chloe, the girl with the wallet called early this morning. I explained carefully, sounding aloof. She needed her credit cards right away, I guess. So I went to Portsmouth to return the wallet. She bought me lunch at the Wine Bar. I told Karen the simple truth, just not the whole story, in one uneasy, rumbling breath. “Oh, I guess we don’t need to go up after all. It sounds like spending New Year’s Eve in Portsmouth is off then.” Karen rebutted, sounding horribly disappointed. Aw baby, we can still go. I can’t wait. I’ll call an inn tomorrow and make reservations, if any are left at this point. I soothed her. “You called me baby again.” Karen cooed. Her articulation became crisp and indulgent. She was ready to make love to me over the phone. I’ll call you tomorrow at the shop. I need to sleep. I hurried off the phone, but not quick enough. I distinctly heard Karen say the word LOVE as I was hanging up. Son of a bitch. New Year’s Eve morning arose with gusto. The light flakes that followed me home from Portsmouth yesterday turned evil overnight. Nine inches, fluffy, thank goodness, meant easier to shovel. But the forecast was troublesome. Snow would graciously taper off during the day, allowing us all a short window in which to clean up and travel before the second, more intense wave was due. Tonight, New Year’s Eve, there was to be a whipping Nor Easter ready to deliver another foot to the Seacoast. Yet amidst Mother Nature’s wrath, I made reservations at a fine bed and breakfast called The Olde Portsmouth Manor, just off downtown for two nights, complimentary sparkling chardonnay each night, fresh cookies from a local bakery accompany the turndown service, and a hot tub in the room. Guilt! paid for by American Express. I called Karen as she arrived at work with all the news. “I love it! Thank you so much.” I could recognize Karen’s smile through the phone. “We’ll have to leave early. I’m closing at noon. I can pick you up at 12:30. My flower van has all-wheel drive.” She planned with eagerness, talking quickly. You mean to say we are going to the best B&B on the Seacoast in a minivan? The same one, I began to whisper faintly into the phone so none of her employees would hear on the other end. The same one you fucked me in the other day? “That same one.” Karen whispered back, methodically, turning my screws. “I’ll be sure to grab my bag of tricks. Got to go. 12:30, Kay?” I was instantly aroused, but I had a lot to pack. Four hours moves quickly.Chapter 9: FallingAlthough not well steeped in the art of seduction, I packed the two single pieces of lingerie I owned, hardly used. The red, lacy number has spaghetti straps and a low, ornate neckline that enriches my C cup breasts, but certainly not too slutty. The white piece might be categorized as absolutely slutty. A gift from my ex-husband; it was his hapless attempt at reconciliation after he fucked his 24 year old paralegal intern. Make me sluttier to fit his needs. I never fit his needs nor into his life plan. But with a new outlook and growing confidence, I packed it in my bag under a few books and my hair dryer, what the hell.Karen was due in about an hour when the phone rang. Hello? “Hi Cassie.” Her voice came across as familiar as my own. I got a chill instantly when I heard it. Everything about her attracted me. Her breath, her lovely peppermint breath was here, with me on the phone. Hi, I whispered back, instinctively hiding the cordless phone secretively and tightly in the fold of my shoulder and neck. I had such a good time with you, Chloe. I oozed into the receiver, forgetting about the balance of the world for just a moment. “Me too. I really want to see you. My k**s are headed to grandmas for the holiday; hubby’s going out with friends. I am available! Can I see you tonight? I promise a New Year’s kiss at midnight.” Chloe unleashed all that information in one delicious gasp. I tingled as she spoke. What was it she had? This non-traditional, plump, married mother of two made me itch and seep and yearn right to my core? I couldn’t get enough of her. My head spun with demand. I surely could not POSSIBLY cancel on Karen. But I was free, unrestricted for the first time in my LIFE. Should I lie then perform a mea culpa with Karen, attempt to salvage a friendship and continue on with a torrid, sexual affair with a married woman? Karen is falling for me. Do I want that? What if I fall? Maybe Karen will be interested in a strange, complex, convoluted, three person relation… oh my God! What am I thinking? My thoughts flew by faster than the women I’ve fucked this week. I brought my concentration back to the phone. Honestly, I said, I would love, love to see you tonight; you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking of you. But, I hesitated, remember Karen? The woman who first phoned you about your wallet? Well, we’re kind of, the words were stuck, well we have plans up your way, we’re sort of, Chloe interrupted “Special friends?” Chloe finished my sentence, drawing out her words. Huh? “I sensed that. That’s what gave me the guts to kiss you. Look, I’m married, I get it, totally. I would never do anything to damage your friendship.” Am I that transparent? I feared. She knew? How? My mind was whirling. You’re really sweet, and incredibly sexy. We’re actually leaving soon. Let me talk to Karen. Perhaps we can all meet up for a drink later during the storm. I’ll call you from my cell, I instructed matter-of-factly. “Look forward.” Chloe encouraged. We hung up with tentative, conceivably unlikely plans for later. I closed my eyes for a moment and smelled her breath from memory, one more time. I grunted slightly thinking of her kiss, as if tasting a fine merlot, the kind that eases the pallet like rich, dark, black coffee. I opened my eyes and dropped harshly back to earth. As spectacular as Chloe’s skin was to touch and taste, and as intoxicating and comforting her kiss, Karen’s was every bit as alluring and enchanting. Each woman had taken me into a very special place. I was especially thankful for that. All three of us shared a common element called loneliness. Void of that irony, we would each be still deserted. Without doubt, my life has changed one hundred eighty degrees, without warning, so rapidly. Some caterpillars in the unsympathetic cold of Alaska take thirteen years, thirteen full summer seasons to build up enough energy in order to construct a chrysalis. After thirteen years of eating leaves all summer and freezing to death each winter, then resurrected once again during the spring thaws, they finally achieve their simple, yet utterly complex life goal of metamorphosis; a beautiful transformation that thrusts their new wings and new bodies into flight. This Christmas break, I have constructed my chrysalis.Watching from my front window, I saw the flower van pull up. I skipped along the driveway with my two bags to greet Karen, feeling secure in my trek due to the impressive layer of ice melt I applied earlier. She opened her window and I reached my head through far enough to meet her lips. We kissed right there, in the lightly falling early afternoon snow, with icy windshield wipers chafing the glass, singing a winter chorus, with the threat of nosy neighbors peeking through mini blinds, we kissed. “Hi baby,” she said with that great big smile. The whir of the magic minivan sliding door woke me from my trance. I tossed my bags next to hers and we were off to our Portsmouth holiday. “I have an unusual surprise for you, once we get to Portsmouth.” I smiled, curious but didn’t ask. I knew she was full of unique surprises. I did however make a bold move at the first and only red light we hit before we got on to the highway. I eased her head back with my left hand, unbuckled my seatbelt and licked the full length of her neck tasting her work day salt, stopping only to suck her earlobe into my mouth. “Oh wow!” Karen shot out. I was feeling a serious boost of confidence since my secret Bow Street encounter. “There is a rest stop a mile up, just over the New Hampshire line.” She continued. “I’m going to pull over and rip your pants off.” I laughed full and loud. No! Keep going. We are twenty minutes away, and check in was a half hour ago. Save your energy for the hot tub. I demanded, holding her strong florists’ hand. She squeezed my hand three times, deliberately and with potency. Our hands meshed together and our fingers mingled, getting to know one another better. Our finger tips danced with an inept beat, uncooperative yearning for improvement. It takes time to mesh. Once again she squeezed my hand three times, firmly so I would notice. What’s that for? I questioned, rubbing my thumb in circles around her index finger. She squeezed my hand with hers slowly this time saying the words I-Love-You, one word for each squeeze. My mouth opened a bit as I sat silent feeling her knuckles loosen with angst waiting for my rebuttal, our grip was almost lost. Her fingers were attempting to escape the on slot of embarrassment, and then before she could wither to safety, I grabbed on and squeezed her hand in trade, three times. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬Chapter 10: Distinctive treatmentWe settled into room 304 in the beautiful Olde Portsmouth Manor, once a famous sea captain’s home, now a retro fitted bed and breakfast inn that perfectly blends quaint with high-tech. It drew great raves amongst the bloggers and reviewers I researched online, and at $580 a night, it should; a splurge that will force me to teach a summer course in order to catch up on the credit card bill. The grand entrance flaunts a series of high end leather seating and a walk-in fireplace, of which I had never before seen; towering stone eight feet in the air held captive an impressive fire that lashed out at eye level. The impeccable service had our bags to our breathtaking room in minutes. We opened the door of the suit in absolute awe. Lavishly appointed décor accented the rich furnishings. Three over-stuffed, roll arm soft brown leather couches boxed in the charming gas fireplace. Behind the seating area was a small private library consisting of, according to the front desk clerk, 2000 volumes. I was in heaven. A granite counter offered ample space to fix drinks, alongside the wet bar. A short hallway led to the bath and the bedroom. The bathroom was extensive and contained a walk in shower with a half dozen showerheads, as well as a full size, contemporary hot tub that possessed a Bose music system, illumination, and a small wine bar. Not to be outdone by the other spectacular rooms, the sleeping quarters boasted a king size adjustable bed and a sliding glass door that opened to a private atrium that overlooked downtown Portsmouth. Simply breathtaking.Shall we jump in the hot tub? I asked Karen. “Can’t now. We have to go get that surprise for you.” What are you talking about? I begged, nudging her with my shoulder. “As much as I hate to leave this room, we must. And soon, I have a special appointment for you at two fifteen.” Back in the van I continued my nagging. Where are we going? “The Castle Spa, just up the road in New Castle. It’s my absolute favorite, you’ll see.” Karen had a devious smirk that was drawing me in. “I go once a month, like clockwork. I promise this will change your life.” Karen said, finally letting the secret out as we rolled over the snowy bridge that led to New Castle, just a short mile and a half from the inn. I was just about to ask Karen what she thought about meeting up with Chloe tonight, when we turned into the spa parking lot. She leaned over and pressed a heartfelt kiss on my lips, as the snow began to hasten. “You’re going to love this. I scheduled a massage for you.” Karen excitedly sprang out of the van.Strangely, I had never had a professional massage at a spa. I didn’t want to admit that to Karen. I was nervous not knowing what to expect. The spa was absolutely lovely and unquestionably pristine. Cut flower arrangements were s**ttered about, thawing the cold winter day. Karen nudged me with an elbow and a whisper from the side of her mouth “I supply all the floral.” She boasted. We sat in the luxurious waiting area for the masseuse to be ready, eager to be together. She touched the edge of my hand with the tip of her pinky reminding me of our fermenting desire. Suddenly I heard my name being called, “Cassandra Keane?” Poking out from the back was an exceedingly lovely masseuse holding a clipboard. “Hello, I’m Sandy.” She introduced herself with a gentle and tender energy; calming and low key. Sandy was absolutely magnificent. Somewhere around 30 years old, I took a guess. Her attractive features were definitely Greek. Pitch black hair that glistened with an enviable shine in the soft indirect lighting. She was superbly natural in every way. No polish, yet her short nails were perfectly manicured. Her curvy body gave evidence of muscle tone, yet she was feminine in every way. My inner lesbian was rearing its head again. “Welcome Cassandra, and Happy New Year, Here is warm house gown for you to change into. Please leave all your clothes in this basket.” Sandy coached me each step of the way. After changing in private, I met Sandy in the adjoining room. I was pleasantly surprised at the elegance and comfort the massage room offered. Thick white carpet eased the bare feet. The table was slightly heated and classical music and candles created the relaxing, almost sleepy ambiance. I settled on the table, chest down. My face rested comfortably on the donut-like support pillow, allowing me a clear view of the carpeted floor. I closed my eyes as Sandy exposed my back by peeling off the terrycloth house gown. What a thoughtful surprise, I thought. Sandy’s hands warmed the aromatic oil, and then began to work on my shoulders. Her touch was transcendent; delicate, meaningful, knowledgeable. She worked my back thoroughly, careful not to miss an inch. Her long strokes made me shiver. Her wrists turned deep circles on my sciatic nerve, and then she leaned forward allowing her full arm to rub the whole length of my back, ending with her elbows at the top of my neck. This move was repeated several times slowly, putting me into a New Year’s Eve trance. A moment later Sandy reached over to the table next to her and extracted three rounded beach stones; each about the size of a pack of cards, and placed them on my back in a neat little row. The stones felt peppery in their spots, warm and effective in loosening my tension. As the stones did their work, Sandy moved her hands even lower, to my astonishment. She began to work my buttocks; rippling the heel of her palms deep into my tissue; Kneading my flesh. At this point my wetness had to be obvious. Sandy hadn’t yet peeped a sound, but all of a sudden she said, “I see you are friends with Karen. She is a very special customer and a good friend of the spa.” She’s terrific, I moaned through the face support. “She requested I give you our distinctive treatment, today.” Oh, really? I questioned from cloud nine. And just then, at that very moment, Sandy inserted her thumb in my vagina. Oh, wow! I breathed then gasped for air, finally understanding what the distinctive treatment was. Sandy’s distinctive treatment was underway. She fingered me, expertly for a few minutes. She held pressure on my pubic bone from inside my vagina and with the knuckle of her index finger, stimulated my clitoris. How did she know how to do that? I wondered, wiggling with ecstasy. After a moment of this absolute pleasure, and just when I was on the brink of an orgasm, Sandy removed the stones from my back and asked me to turn over. She placed a warm cloth over my eyes and oiled my breasts with her soft, expert hands. She teased my nipples stiff by tracing circles with the flat, oily palm of her hands; just barely touching them. Her fingers worked their way past my abdomen and again along my pubic bone, this time from a different angle. With a soft brush she stroked and combed my thick pubic hair while her other hand elegantly sketched the outline of my pussy lips. All groomed, she inserted those two busy fingers into my pussy, as her right hand was preparing something on her work table. Wet, squishing noises accompanied the classical soundtrack. Unexpectedly, I felt a vibrator. Sandy had lubed a vibrating tool and began working it on my clit as she fingered my soaking wet pussy. My hands clutched the massage table, white knuckles holding back my orgasm. Her thrusts became forceful and satisfying. The vibrator then entered me. Sandy pressed in firmly as she started to lick the side of my large, enflamed clit. I bucked my hips forward uncontrollably. Grunting as if I was lifting a thousand pounds off my chest, I came as my clitoris pulsated on Sandy’s tongue. Her touch was the most unique I had ever experienced. She silently kissed my tummy and my breasts, and then kissed me on the mouth, just once. She turned toward the door and looked back “I trust you enjoyed yourself, I did.” She said in a composed, unemotional tone, and then left the room for me to dress. Karen was in the waiting area drinking tea and reading a magazine. She stood and greeted me with her beautiful smile; just standing there staring at me, satisfied, contented. “How was it? She questioned. It was a very distinctive treatment, I told her sarcastically. I’ve never had such a, well–unique gift. Thank you. We chuckled together and she leaned over and kissed me. “Let’s go get in that hot tub.” Karen whispered. The cold stormy afternoon stirred me from my sexual stupor. Snow was accumulating rapidly and for once, we were simply pleased to get snowbound in that astounding room. I think, but I’m not sure, I might just have one more surprise for you, Miss Karen. I stated with a devious thought in mind. “What is it?” Karen asked, keeping all her attention on the snowy road. With that, I dialed Chloe’s number as I promised, no longer worried what Karen might think now that I know she receives happy ending massages every month. Which still boggled my mind, but it did not disturb me. I felt as free as ever. Hi Chloe! I said as she answered on one ring. Karen’s head twisted my way with a surprised look when she heard her name; she turned off the van radio to listen. Karen and I have a pretty nice room at The Olde Portsmouth Manor. Would you like to get together for a New Year’s drink? Chloe accepted the invitation readily, as I knew she would. She most likely understood my stiffened delivery on the phone. I mean, I didn’t want Karen to think this was premeditated. My offer to pick her up due to the storm was unneeded, as she too owned a sturdy four wheel drive, and she only lived a couple miles away. “Chloe?” Karen said, surprised and curious. Yes, she is a lovely lady. I think you’ll like her. I know she enjoys fine wine. I bet we can get her in that tub with us. “You’re so bad, professor!” Karen said in a playfully inquisitive tone.Chapter 11: Three for a holiday drinkWe thought it best to wait for Chloe in the lobby, although we were more than eager to enjoy all the toys our room contained. We sat closely in front of the giant fireplace, admiring the historic architecture and the hallowedness of the spectacular mansion. So, do you think this place is haunted? I asked, struggling to pass the time. “Well if there is a ghost,” Karen paused dramatically, as if telling a spooky story at a campfire. “She better well know how to eat my pussy.” What! I squealed. You are so bad. How on earth did you get this way? “Change of life, I’m going through it soon, makes one horny.” Karen specified quickly and authoritatively, as if she was a medical doctor. You’re 42. Check back in ten years for the change. This is not the change of life, I hate to tell you. You might just be a lesbian nymphomaniac. I scolded with a smile. “I’m always horny. I don’t know what’s wrong.” Nothing is wrong. I’m like that, too. I just don’t talk about it or do anything about it. And with that, in the protective shadows of the setting sun, and under the shield of the pillow Karen was holding, I slid my finger across her tight jeans and settled it in the heat of her crotch. I stayed steady and pumped my finger slightly, but quickly for a few erotic seconds. Karen breathed steadily through her nose and closed her eyes. The ambient noise of people stirring about prematurely terminated my touch. Just as I evicted my finger, I turned with instinct to see Chloe, dressed to kill, shadowing over us. I leaped from my seat to greet Chloe. Her thick freckled shoulder, completely exposed with yet another spaghetti strap, this time black, covered my mouth as we hugged our hello. Karen’s eyebrows scrunched as she witnessed our reception. I experienced a rushing wave of guilt and embarrassment. Awkwardly, with blushed flesh, I introduced my two ladies. Chloe, this is Karen, my very special friend. You talked to her on the phone the other day. I reiterated the obvious. Chloe, although shorter than me the other day stood a bit taller than both myself and Karen tonight; a lift given by her very alluring boots that rode the length of her cute rounded calves. And Karen, this is Chloe, the girl with the lost wallet. I felt like a fool. Karen sensed my peril, somehow, and stepped forward. “Nice to meet you, Chloe; may I have the same kind of hug Cassie got?” She said with a straight-faced smile. That smile could feed her, if need be. Chloe giggled and shifted her pocketbook to make room for Karen’s embrace. The two locked in a squeeze and actually swayed together for just a spit second before detaching. That Karen sure works rapidly, I thought.We three retired from our earthly mandate to what I deemed as quite simply, heaven. I had the pleasure of inserting the electronic key card and I listened in the soundproof hallway to the slight click of the high-tech deadbolt releasing its hold. The door opened and swallowed all of our attention. “Holy Moly,” screeched Chloe, as she stepped in and immersed herself in the ultra-luxury suit. Her face was precious, and both Karen and I noticed. Oh boy did we notice her. Chloe appeared to be the cleavage queen. Her New Year’s garb was quintessential. Black, coated in dancing effervescences; low, low cut, exposing all that indispensable cleavage and highlighting her heavily freckled, cinnamon chest; tight, flaunting her mouthwatering curves, and short revealing at times a tiny view of her pure ivory backside; overall a stunning dress. I would never be caught dead in it. But Karen and I appreciated it. Chloe looked around in wonder, and I instinctively cupped and caressed her ample forearm. It was incredibly soft and elastic and as silky as I had ever felt. I touched Chloe for just a second, but Karen noticed. I saw her look over. What was I thinking? This is terrible. Things are weird. Guilt, guilt, I’m guilty. My head revolved. Karen suggested Chloe go freshen up in the plushy appointed bath. She enthusiastically agreed. Karen moved into my personal space with irritation obvious. “You two fucked, right?” Karen accused with certainty. I noticed just then Karen’s long lashes. Her eyes are so pretty, but her lashes are thick and impressive. How could I lie to such a good friend? How could I lie to such a lover? How could I lie to those eyes? Not really. I lied. “Not really, what does not really mean?” Karen interjected quietly, so as not to involve Chloe. We kissed. We talked for a long time the other day; I’m all sexed up for the first time in my life thanks to you, and I do appreciate that, and we kissed and it just got out of hand. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I was scared. I began my mea culpa. Things just moved so fast this week I couldn’t keep up. “What else did you two do? I’d like to know everything.” Karen said in a serious tenor. We kissed and I ended up, I looked down scratching my ear, I ended up going down on her. You taught me everything. I’m not blaming you. I was wrong not to tell you the truth. But you were a good teacher. “I was a good teacher, said the professor.” Karen barked. Chloe walked out of the bathroom still holding a fluffy towel. “Aren’t these things great?” she asked with innocent wide eyes. Karen sulked. Her body drooped, and she shuffled off to the bedroom and closed the door with a vibrating thump, behind her. “What?” Chloe looked alarmed. Nothing, I said. Just that Karen sort of got the whole thing about us. “I’m so sorry.” Chloe tried to sooth the moment and hugged me and kissed my forehead. Remorse set in, but Chloe still held my trigger. I kissed her lightly in the midst of a relationship crisis. What is wrong with me? I questioned silently, enjoying Chloe’s cuddle. I didn’t know what to do next.Without warning, Karen heaved open the bedroom door with such great force and might it crashed with a vulgar, thunderous BANG against the wall. Chloe and I were stunned and frightened by Karen’s anger. Chloe huddled behind me. We didn’t know which direction to move. The crash turned to screams. From the end of the hallway, around the corner in the dark, shadowy bedroom, Karen bawled out as loudly as I have ever heard an adult scream, “SO YOU TWO WHORES LIKE TO FUCK.” Chloe clutched her pocketbook and my arm with her free hand, covered in goose pimples. We held one another closely, ready to face the music together, no matter. We heard Karen stomping up the hall; all the lights remained off in that part of the suit. “Karen, relax please. Please, Karen!” Chloe pleaded through the disturbingly dim corridor. “Oh, the two whores who like to fuck want ME to relax,” yelled Karen, not quite as loud this time, but with great unsettling angst. Then abruptly, demonstrating she controlled all that was about to happen, Karen snapped on the hall light blinding us for a split second and illuminating her current state. Karen stood erected in an awful pose, in front of me and in front of Chloe completely, absolutely naked, armed at her waist with a huge, thick baby blue strap on dildo. “Come on girls! I was just shitting you. You like to fuck? How about you try this?” Karen rubbed her cock while she taunted us; her inner slut was peeking out. Chloe dropped her bag, turned with a smile and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Karen stood there, jerking her plastic, laughing as Chloe and I gobbled each other’s mouths. Karen walked behind Chloe, keeping her balance with her cock bouncing with each step. Karen slowly removed the spaghetti straps and methodically kissed the freckled shoulders that so turned my key. Chloe’s dress dropped to the floor, revealing her smooth mound. I continued to kiss Chloe as Karen sunk to her knees and licked Chloe’s smooth sex. Karen looked up at me in a distorted position, and said “now we’re even,” her lips still on Chloe’s pussy making her words slurred and extremely sexy. I was sucking Chloe’s impressive tits and leisurely made my way down to join Karen. We kneeled, Chloe stood, somehow, as we licked every last speck of her pussy. Our tongues pirouetted together, licking one another’s face so as not to waste a delicious drop of Chloe. I tugged at Karen’s cock, all the while; stroking it, hungry for her thick load. I fell to the floor, laying beneath Karen, as she continued her oral attack on poor Chloe. I inched into a good position where I could suck Karen’s baby blue member. I did the best I could to swallow it, but it was just too big. I massaged Chloe’s booted leg, running my fingers up to her naked thigh, as I sucked Karen’s rubber dong. Fuck me now with that thing! I demanded Karen. “Oh look here. The whore who likes to fuck Chloe wants me to fuck her; I can do that” Karen still seized control. Karen mounted me on the floor as I held the leg of the table next to me; white knuckles holding back another. No lubrication was necessary. I was soaked with anticipation. Chloe pulled off her dress exposing her freckly, round, curvy physique. She leaned down to feed me a nipple. I greedily accepted her kind gift. Karen fucked me hard, with punishment and pleasure. Her motion was so natural; hips pushed my button so right that I thought her cock was real for just a moment. Chloe adjusted her position lending her crotch to my mouth. I dipped my tongue in the pussy that got me in all this trouble in the first place. She cried out with a series of moans, as Karen persistently plunged. I climaxed in a gush. Something I didn’t think I was built for. But I did. I squirted my climax screaming to Karen, I fucking love you. Karen smiled that smile and bent to kiss me. When she pulled out of me, her cock made a lurid sucking sound. Now that is how a girl knows she got fucked, I thought.Chloe’s pussy was wide open and wet from being so well eaten. “Please fuck me, too.” She begged in a whimpering voice. We adjusted a bit and Karen went to it. She easily plopped her rubber dick in Chloe’s relaxed pussy. But unexpectedly Chloe rejected it. “Please fuck my ass, not my cunt, Chloe said, coarsely.” Both Karen and I looked at each other with raised brows. Huh, I thought. Karen was into it on an esoteric level. I watched in awe. Karen could fuck without that needed connection or emotion, like— like she was a porn star, I thought. Karen’s little bag of tricks held plenty of everything, including lube. She greased her pole, and lightly inserted her finger in Chloe’s ass to cover her with oil, too. It was so hot watching the anal sex take place. Yet another thing I have yet to attempt. Karen slowly and with great care pressed her cock into Chloe’s beautiful ass. Chloe’s legs dangling in the air, I held on to one. As the pace got to an acceptable, steady tempo, I sunk down, mining my tongue into Chloe’s folds. Her small clit begged for attention as Karen carefully fucked her ass. Chloe cried out with pleasure as she came in waves. I continued to lick her as Karen slowed her pursuit. Karen fell to the floor in exhaustion. I held Chloe’s breast tight as I moved over to taste Karen’s lips. I sucked her mouth as she held the back of my head. Our kiss slowed from lustful to romantic, as Chloe lay there touching my tender breasts.“You know,” Chloe announced, “I’ve never eaten a pussy before. Can I try on you?” She asked, so politely, as if she were asking to pass the gravy boat at Thanksgiving. This is what makes her wonderful, I thought. Karen looked on. Chloe crawled between my legs and kissed my belly. Her thick tongue and lips had a way about them that made me dissolve. She kissed me all over, slowly as if she was trying to create a memory. She found my sex and dabbled at first. Her mouth gained confidence quickly, and she began eating her first pussy, mine. Her tongue was inexperienced but nonetheless effective. She sucked my very large clit into her mouth like a tiny cock; moving her head up and down ever so slightly. She seemed to enjoy her feast. Her face was gathering my liquor. Her effort and her motions were becoming wild. She ate me raw; left, right, sucking hard then soft, as if she was mad for vagina. The flame from the fireplace shimmered dim flakes of light off her nose and chin, wet with my condensation. Her tongue flattened out to caress and lap at my pussy lips. Chloe then bobbed up for a full breath, and I grabbed her head, pulling her to my mouth. I kissed her hard, licking my juice from her face, as Karen once did to me. I held her tight, our lips stuck together, and I whispered did you like it? “Yes, oh baby yes.” She cried stuffing my mouth with her tongue. Meanwhile, Karen kissed and scoffed all the flesh she could find, like a desert scavenger pecking at the remains of a lifeless carcass. Chloe was insatiable in her quest and turned and began to lick Karen with zest. Her thick red lips sucked Karen’s honey pot steadily and hungrily, all the while making blaring sucking noises. Karen was at the edge of a steep cliff; she could take no more. I looked on caressing Karen’s hair as she bucked and climaxed, strong and quick. Depleted, we used the residue of our energy to climb upon the comfy leather sofas, basking. No words just yet. Chapter 12: It’s a new yearThe storm continued its pounding on the barren streets below. Normally, Portsmouth would fill to the brim on New Year’s Eve bringing thousands of party folk together, colliding and bumping with their hats and whistles and big red cups hiding in plain sight their mixed drinks and cheap beer, but not this year. The storm altered many plans. I felt fortunate to be in possession of such fine housing for the celebration. Our abode, fine and comforting, warm and elegant, filled with love and lust and sex and an intriguing bag full of tricks, as Karen calls it, kept the three of us absolutely, completely sexually satiated. Contentment replaced the loneliness we three shared, but didn’t know it, just days ago. I rested with a few books on the atrium bench, hardly able to walk upright after the thumping my vagina received. The clock ticked towards midnight, and Chloe was acting bartender. Her specialty, she admitted, was pouring wine. But I thought the vodka tonic and lemon she created was rather refreshing. I sat in peace within the spectacular glass walls of our private atrium. It was warm with dimmable lighting. I slipped a few books under my arm from the collection in the other room and created a nest in which to rest, drink, and read as I waited for midnight.I noticed out of the corner of my eye, shadows moving about. At closer inspection, Chloe and Karen were wrestling a kiss from one another, out in the darkened hall. I had neither will nor energy to join. But I was very glad of the openness we have all found together. I was content thinking that they might be, right now, having steamy sex. Perhaps they are fitting the strap on to fit Chloe? That would be interesting, I thought. But even better, we proved that we can sustain a relationship void of jealousy and mistrust. Chloe snuck in behind me to refill my glass of wine; how nice of you, I said as I raised my glass up and the bottle came from over my shoulder. “Tell me what you think.” Chloe requested. What do you mean? I questioned, as I turned around to see her, and wouldn’t you know, my premonition came true. There she was, completely naked, her gorgeous round, natural body covered only by the thick black harness of Karen’s strap on dildo. “Karen dressed me.” Chloe smiled, feeding her cleansed rubber cock to my lips. “I’ll go tell Karen you kissed my penis.” She swayed her lovely breasts out of the atrium, enroot to go fuck Karen. I sipped lightly at my pink wine listening to the show they were putting on. I shifted a bit back on the bench and had a clear view of the king bed. Their show was stunning, but Chloe didn’t have quite the same skills Karen showed both of us earlier. They layered their beautiful bodies in missionary and Chloe sluggishly fucked Karen’s pussy. After just a couple minutes of this, Chloe gave up, unbuckled the baby blue cock and threw it aside, to make room for her mouth. I sipped and cherished the fruity wine as Chloe did the same to Karen. I heard moaning and kissing, as I went back to my books.We crawled into bed after the midnight bubbly was gone. Completely spent of all vigor, we didn’t even say goodnight. We slept in grand comfort. Chloe slumbered between us, and our hands held together loosely through the night. In the morning Chloe had to rush home to her husband and c***dren. All would be home by 8 am, she said forcing her to leave the warm bed. Chloe couldn’t even shower, due to the time. She hurried about the room, tossing clothes and shoes in bags and throwing on a sweatshirt she brought; a far cry from her outfit last night. She kneeled on the edge of the bed to say thank you and good bye. “I have to go now, oh my God, my car must be covered in snow.” She fled in a worried huff. She is so beautiful and kind. I was sad to see her go. But reality is sometimes difficult, and her k**s and husband need her more than we. “Our plans to get together in late January seem promising.” Karen sounded hopeful trying to sooth me, as she rolled over stealing half my pillow. Karen knew how much I enjoyed being with Chloe. That’s what makes Karen so amazingly special, I thought. I was glad that my days of living to make a home, so to speak, were gone. Karen wiggled in the large area of bed we now shared, and slipped off her tee shirt. She just laid next to me in absolute silence slowly and carefully caressing me. She touched me all over, but not particularly sexual. Our eyes locked as she traced my soul through my skin. This was a special touch meant to be only for me. I closed my eyes and fell into a meditative state. Her feathery fingers delighted my arms and pits and my neck and stomach. She circled my body with absolute, sober pleasure. She was discovering me for real, without haste and lust. This was the best sex I had ever had, and we didn’t have sex. “Have you ever thought of moving back to Newburyport?” Karen whispered in my ear. “I have plenty of extra room.” She breathed, closing her eyes, trying to avoid mine. I nudged closer to her, as close as two people can get. My right arm went under her head and my left arm searched under the blankets for her hand. In the lifeless hush of the lovely room my hand found hers and squeezed it three times.

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The Train Journey – Part 2It is Friday……9pm on the nail, as I walk up the stairs to her penthouse apartment in a beautifully restored regency building, just off Mayfair.I knock on her door and she opens it slowly – beckoning me to step into the hall. I see that she has on a tight, red, figure hugging dress with little on underneath, judging by her silhouette in the light, and this thought sends a little shiver up my spine.Taking my hand, she smiles and leads me into the sitting room, closing the door behind us. I can see the room is lit only by candles and there are s**tter cushions all over the floor. The candles are scented and a soft, sweet, musky, smell fills the air.Moving closer towards me she takes hold of my hands and leans against me – her lips brushing against mine. “I hope the room looks O.K.,” she says.I can hardly speak as my mouth is so dry, and her body is pressed so tightly against me, but I eventually manage to mumble, “It’s looks wonderful – that guy you met in London would die if he knew what he was missing”.Smiling again, she slips her arms around me and pulls me harder into her. I grasp her back and pull her tighter against me in turn, my hands gliding up and down her back as we kiss deeply and passionately. I take hold of that pair of firm round buttocks, so infinitely memorable from our train journey, and cup them gently in the palms of my hands, lifting her up on her stiletto heels and pulling her belly hard against the shaft of my cock, growing ever more erect inside my trousers.“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” – she whispers into my ear, “That feels good”.“It’s all yours” I reply.We continue to kiss and caress each other’s bodies, as I slowly open the zipper in the back of her dress. Easing it off her shoulders I slide it down to reveal those firm, rounded breasts, with the nipples thrusting out, warm and semi-erect. Now it’s my turn to say “Mmmmmmmmm”, as I lean down and kiss each one in turn, letting my tongue flick backwards and forwards across her nipples making them ever hotter and more erect, if that were indeed possible.I continue to slide her dress down over her waist, down her thighs and onto the floor, revealing her red, silk thong covering her chastity. A soft moan escapes from my lips as I take in the beauty of her body and let my hands slide up the outside of her thighs to rest gently on her hips.Reaching down, she takes hold of my gaziantep escort bayan belt buckle; slowly unfastening it she removes my belt and start to unbutton my pants. I’m kissing her again now….my hands drink in the feel of her satin-smooth skin as they continue to caress her body. My pants are now undone…they drop to the ground and I step out of them, kicking off my deck-shoes as I do. I have on a pair of black trunks and my cock is pushing hard against the material as it overcomes the tension in the Lycra in its rush to get erect.My fingers are under the elastic of her panties now and I slowly slide them over her thighs, sinking to my knees as I slide them down her legs, my tongue tracing patterns down her breast, over her belly and onto that soft mound, beautifully shaven, with lips already damp from the wetness of her pussy.My tongue continues its journey as it slides along those sweet soft pink lips of her pussy, my fingers now squeezing the firm cheeks of her butt as I lick her. Her fingers are in my hair as I continue to lick her pussy and I grasp her thighs to gently pull her down onto the floor with me, laying her back onto the cushions as I do so.She looks gorgeous laid there before me, her body glistening in the candlelight. There is the merest hint of nervousness playing around the corners of her mouth, completely sublimated by the look of raw anticipation of what is surely to come in her beautiful sexy green eyes, as she looks at me….questioningly.Leaning over, I start to kiss her again, my fingers caressing her breasts and then on down her belly onto her pussy where they slide slowly along those soft wet lips. She starts to moan quietly, writhing around on the cushions, as my fingers work on her pussy, my lips fastened to her nipples. Just as I think I have taken control of the situation, she pushes me aside, and reaches across to feel the outlines of my cock through the thin material of my trunks…“Time to release that” she mumbles and slowly eases off my trunks, pushing me backwards to lift my hips, throwing the discarded underwear into the corner of the room. Her fingers wrap greedily around me, exploring, teasing….easing back my foreskin to reveal the full glory of that hot, purple crown.“I want that” she says….”I want that…..badly…..now”.Pushing me down onto my back, she leans over and starts to flick her tongue around the head of my cock. Gently easing it into her mouth she sucks it slowly and deeply as I moan softly and then more loudly as I feel her lips around the shaft drawing the passion from my core. Releasing my cock from her mouth, I feel her tongue sliding down the shaft and onto my balls, sucking each one in turn as her fingers now play with my cock, making it even larger and more erect.Her tongue moves up from my balls and back along the shaft of my cock to the crown and I feel her lips close around it again. I can feel her tongue flicking the end, as she sucks it into her mouth until she has my full length held inside. Her lips start to slide up and down the shaft whilst her tongue licks my eye, causing me to squirm in barely restrained lust. Faster and faster the movement, my cock responding with little jerks and throbs as she continues to work her magic on it.Realising that I’m about to come she licks faster and sucks harder until I can keep it back no more. With a deep groan slipping from the corner of my mouth, my prick leaps and jumps and I disgorge my cream into her mouth. She gags slightly, but keeps going until she has extracted every last drop from me, before pulling back to enjoy the myriad of expressions crossing my face as my body twitches in the aftermath of the most amazing orgasm.“Mmmmmmmmmmmm” I moan – “That was wonderful, but what about you”? “I’m sure you will think of something”, she says with a smile.Lifting myself up I slowly guide her back onto the floor again, to let my tongue caress her ears, neck and lips. Kissing her deeply, I can taste the saltiness of my cum in her mouth and it makes me feel horny again. My hands are on her breasts, my fingers tracing patterns all around her nipples, gently pulling and squeezing as they pass over them.I let my lips travel down her neck and onto her breasts, taking each nipple in turn and sucking it into my mouth, my hand sliding down the smooth flesh of her belly until it feels the soft shaven skin on the mound above her pussy. Sliding my hands across the hair, I gently squeeze her pussy and let my fingers slide slowly up and down the hot, moist lips.She resists momentarily, and then opens her legs wide, so that my fingers can get full access to that soft pink flesh and I gently slide a lone finger into her beautiful pussy…..very, very slowly…letting her feel it sliding in, until it is buried deep inside. Pulling back very slightly, I insert a second finger into her pussy, letting them move together as they venture slowly inside, until they are completely encased by those soft wet lips.Finally leaving her nipples, my tongue starts to trace a line down her belly and across her pubic bone, my fingers still in her pussy as my tongue reaches out to very gently tease her clitoris, which is starting to protrude from its hood in response to my ministrations.Taking it incredibly carefully between my lips, I slowly suck and flick the very end, as my fingers slide in and out of her pussy. I can feel her back arching; her legs writhing around, as I continue to work on her.“Oh my God” I hear her moan “I’m going to come”.“I hope so” I reply, “that’s the objective of the exercise”.The tips of my fingers have now found her ‘G’ spot and are pressing hard against it, as my teeth and lips continue to work on her clitoris.“OHHHH YEESSSSS” she cries out “Stopppppp……….Don’t………Please don’t stop”.I move my fingers harder and faster now, my lips sucking ever more urgently. Suddenly she seems to lift up off the floor and with a huge gasp, she comes all over my fingers. I can feel the creamy fluid on them as I work them in and out. She grabs my wrist……..holds it rigidly in her hand, occasionally moving herself against my palm, prolonging the moment, driving her to another climax, and then another, before relaxing to enjoy the sensation as my tongue moves, ever more gently against her…..Now I can taste her, as the juices reach my lips and I greedily lick them up, enjoying the smooth creamy flavour of her ejaculate, before returning to kiss her passionately, allowing her to taste her own juices from my mouth as we slide gently into that post-orgasmic bliss.We curl up together; my arm across her, cupping one of her breasts, feeling the passion slowly subside – just for the moment….we both know there is more to come.With an occasional gentle kiss, we lie there for quite some time, letting the wonder of the moment wash over us.“Shall we have a shower”? she wonders aloud.“That could be fun” I reply, and standing up, I slowly help her to her feet, putting my arms around her and pulling her tight against me“But only if we can soap each other”“That’s the idea” she replies, her lips chuckling gently against the corner of my mouth. “Give me two minutes and then it’s the door to the right at the head of the landing.————————————————————-

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Au sauna…dur dur..Aujourd’hui, c’était ma troisième visite au Sauna…J’avoue y avoir pris goût… une clientèle d’hommes mures…Je suis arrivé vers 19h… c’est un peu moins cher après cette heure-là…Je paye, prends la clef et m’en vais me déshabiller.. au vestiaire se trouve un homme qui se déshabille également, un petit sourire poli se fait réciproquement mais sans rien de plus….J’enfile ma serviette et me voilà entrant dans le palais du vice…Il y a un homme la cinquantaine dans le jacuzzi on se regarde..un petit sourire..voyant qu’il me regarde avec insistance.. je fais tout pour qu’il continue à me mater.. j’enlève ma serviette, je suis dos à lui et entre dans le hammam..Je suis debout derrière le muret… au bout de deux ou trois minutes, l’homme m’y rejoint..d’abord il s’assis sur la “banquette” ..se couche..en suite..son visage se trouvant alors à hauteur de mes fesses… j’en joue un peu..en me cambrant..ce qui à l’air de fonctionner parce que je sens une main venir me caresser les fesses… aimant cela j’en écarte d’avantage… il les embrasse..j’écarte encore plus..ses doigts se faufile entre mes fesses trouvant très facilement mon petit trou..Sa langue rejoignant très vite ses doigts…son sex lui est bien tendu..et m’invite à le prendre en bouche..je me panache donc vers lui ..nous sommes en 69…je le suce , il me lèche l’anus pour en suite me prendre la queue en bouche…Ma bouche doit être des plus baille car il ne se retient pas très longtemps..une longue giclée venant s’abattre sur mon menton…Je me redresse..il me remercie..je sors du hammam…J’ai chaud..dans tous les sens du terme..je vais vite me prendre une petite douche… pour en suite aller dans le sauna…j’y reste 5 minutes..personnes pour m’y rejoindre.. j’en sorts donc.. et me rend à l’étage supérieur…où il y a un peu plus de monde..en faite..deux hommes..dont celui qui est arrivé en même temps que moi..et un autre de la même tranche d’âge..il mate tous les deux le filme de cul qui passe..ils sont assis l’un en face de l’autre istanbul escort …dans deux fauteuils séparés…je viens m’installer dans le troisième… un modèle deux places…Je m’installe..ma serviette se défaisant d’elle même… laissant une de mes cuisse totalement nue à leur regard..l’un deux me regarde plus attentivement que l’autre, il ecarte ses jambes, défait sa serviette et laisse apparaitre une queue d’une belle taille déjà bien tendue..je ne peux m’empêcher de la regarder tout en me passant la langue sur les lèvres.. Je me mets dans le coin du fauteuil et me mets un peu sur le coté.. de telle manière à ce qu’il peut bien mater . il ne bouge pas de sa place..mais me fixe la croupe sans se préoccuper du film…J’ai très envie qu’il vienne..et fait tout ce qu’il faut pour le lui faire comprendre…je crache dans ma main..me met s encore plus sur le cote et passe ma main pleine de salive entre mes fesses…. je ne peux faire mieux comme invitation..L’autre homme me regarde du coin de l’œil…Mon invitation semble avoir porter ses fruits.. l’homme se lève et vient s’asseoir à cote de moi..laissant sa serviette sur l’autre fauteuil..je reste dans la même position..mes fesses a demi tournées vers lui..il passe une main dessus..et surtout entre mes fesses…ma salive le conduisant très vite à mon trou.. il m’enfonce un doigt et commence des va et viens.. je prends sa queue dans ma main et commence à le branler.. il m’enfonce un deuxième doigt..je gémis de plaisir..et me fait perdre un peu l’équilibre..me faisant quasiment m’assoir sur sa main..ses doigts rentrant plus profondément..nous nous regardons..il m’embrasse.. il retire ses doigts..je me penche vers son sexe.. je suis à genoux devant lui, les fesses relevée, sa queue entre les lèvres…j’en oublie tout au tour de moi..y compris l’autre homme..qui visiblement est toujours là et ne s’occupe plus du tout du film..mais me matte en train de sucer mon amant d’un jour..tout avcılar escort en étant occuper à sucer cette bonne queue..je sens une main venir me caresser les fesses..l’autre homme passe à l’action…”ça ne te dérange pas” me dit il en se penchant vers moiJe n’arrive quasiment pas à répondre… mais mon message semble être très clair..non cela ne me dérange absolument pas!!il m’enfonce un puis deux doigts et commence a me doigter le fion me faisant gémir de plaisir.. il les retire..j’en profite pour cracher dans ma main et m’enduit l’anus de salive.. dirait-on qu’on ait eu la même idée car je sens sa main remplie de salive rejoindre la mienne..suivis très vite par sa langue..et ses doigts.. son intention est très clair; il veut me prendre.. et cela se clarifie encore plus quand il présente son gland à l’entrée…Je n’ai pas vu sa queue avant de la sentir me prendre..mais je sens bien qu’elle doit être d’une belle épaisseur.. il me l’enfonce jusqu’au fond..et commence d’ambler un va et viens..long et lent..j’aime..je gémis et n’arrive plus à sucer ..il continue de plus belle.;et je n’arrive toujours pas à me reprendre…c’est bon..très très bon…Celui que je suce se redresse…je pense qu’il va partir..mais non il reste là… il me caresse le dos, passe ses mains sur mes tétons..j’en ouvre la bouche… il m’embrasse..Je ne sais combien de temps se passe ainsi..mais about de quelques instants…je sens cette queue qui me baise sortir de mon trou..Ils s’échangent les places..je vois enfin cette bitte qui m’a fait jouir.. je suis surpris par l’épaisseur de celle-ci..surtout surpris qu’un tel diamètre soit entrer sans soucis…je sens mon amant me prendre et me baiser..elle est plus fine mais plus longue… je suce l’autre queue..Nous continuons ainsi pendant un certain temps..en changeant de positions.. je ne sais ce que j’ai mais je suis comme en trans… suis hyper excité..j’en ai envie..envie que cela dure longtemps.. ils me parlent pendant tout ce temps..me demande şirinevler escort si j’aime,me disant que je suis un bon coup…mes lèvres et ma langue passent d’une verges à l’autre d’une bouche à l’autre et de temps en temps d’un trou à l’autre… il font de moi ce qu’ils veulent..je me laisse faire sans être pour au tant inactif…Il fait de plus en plus chaud..j’en dégouline… je sens qu’un des deux hommes est à bout et n’arrive plus à se retenir..il est dans mon trou..je suis à califourchon sur lui..il me tient bien ..il crie sa jouissance et sens plusieurs jets s’écraser dans mon rectum… à peine a t il fini que sa queue sort de mon trou..l’autre homme n’ayant rien perdu de la scène..vient le remplacer..je suis toujours à califourchon sur l’autre et il vient me prendre ..comme si nous étions en sandwich…..mais il semble qu’il n’ai pas envie de rester.;maintenant qu’il a jouis..Il se retire tant bien que mal.. L’homme qui reste et me baise..n’y va pas de main morte..c’est celui qui a la bitte la plus épaisse…il ne se retient plus..il me baise fort..ses couilles frappant mes fesses…je gémis de plus en plus fort..il me donne une claque sur les fesses..je cris de plaisir..Il m’att**** fermement les hanches..ses coup de buttoir augmentes..c’est bon..Il ne faut pas longtemps pour que lui aussi vienne..et lâche sa purée dans mon trou…il sort sa queue la passé sur mes fesses..me dit merci..me donne une claque sur les fesses et me laisse… je reste là dans le fauteuil à genoux dans celui-ci plus beaucoup de force pour faire quoique ce soit..un homme vient s’assoir à cote de moi…”belle performance..ça donne envie..”me dit il tout se branlant..je n’arrive plus à réagir..je reste là sans trop de réaction..ce qui semble être une invitation pour cet homme..qui vient se placer derrière moi..et sans rien demander m’enfonce sa queue dans le fion… il commence ses vas et viens..et même si je n’ai pas beaucoup de force..j’avoue que j’aime ce qu’il me fait..il est moins endurant que les autres et très vite sort sa queux pour venir me décharger le tout sur le dos….il s’éloigne..je me redresse tant bien que mal..me disant que si je reste là..ça risque continuer jusque ‘à la fermeture..et j’avoue que mon petit trou et tout mon corps d’ailleurs commence à me faire un peu mal..je décide donc de prendre une douche et d’y aller…

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Ma Vie: Ma Voisine / Chapitre 1Dans ces différentes histoires, je vous expliquerais toutes mes aventures que j’ai eu jusqu’à maintenant, donc on résumé c’est l’histoire de ma vie sexuel. J’ai 18 ans, je suis étudient et célibataire. Je vis dans une famille de quatre personnes avec ma soeur Maéva. Je mesure 172 cm, corps svelte, cheveux bruns, visage fin, yeux bleus et j’ai un pénis de 19 cm. Voilà c’est finit pour ma présentation et je vous souhaite une bonne lecture!!Je venais d’avoir 13 ans lorsque l’histoire que je vais vous raconter c’est passé. Pour moi la sexualité n’avait pas d’importance, mais en fait en y repensant, je n’avais jamais vraiment pensé à ce sujet à l’époque. J’allais de temps en temps chez ma voisine Coralie qui avait un an de plus que moi. J’y allait souvent car sa maman me garder lorsqu’il n’y avait personne à la maison familiale. Coralie est une belle et jeune fille, avec de longs cheveux blancs et des yeux bleus. Elle avait une adorable jolie petite poitrine qui se devinait sous son t-shirt. J’adorais aller chez elle, car on jouait et rigolait beaucoup ensemble. Mais en plus, j’avais un petit faible pour elle car elle était tout simplement magnifique (elle l’est toujours d’ailleurs).C’était une après-midi de printemps, où mais parent étaient parti voir un membre de ma famille à l’hôpital avec ma soeur. Et donc moi qui ne voulait pas aller avec eux pour pouvoir aller chez Coralie. Une fois chez elle, nous avons joué une grande partie du début de cette après-midi dans la chambre de Coralie au LEGO car c’était mon jeu préféré. Et d’un coup elle arrêta de jouer et me dit:- tu n’as pas envie de faire autre chose? Je n’ai plus envie de jouer au LEGO!Elle me dit cela avec son petit sourire anadolu yakası escort malicieux qui veut dire qu’elle a une autre idée derrière la tête. – Je sais pas, tu veux faire quoi Coralie?- Euh! Tu veux me voir toute nue?- Toute quoi?Je n’étais pas sûre d’avoir bien compris.- Toute nue, imbécile!Je restais gêné, mais je sentais une puissante excitation qui mentait en moi.- Bein! Je ne sais pas, je n’ai encore jamais vu quelqu’un tout nu et ça ne serait pas très prudent vu que ta mère est à côté.- Arrête d’être timide! On a qu’à fermer la porte à clef.- Bon d’accordElle se leva et alla fermer la porte puis elle se mit face à moi et commença à enlever tout gentiment son pantalon, je sentis d’un coup dans mon pantalon ma queue se dresser.- Alors ça te plaît?Je répondis un petit “oui” timide. Au moment ou elle eut fini d’enlever son pantalon, elle me regarda et elle s’approcha de moi et me fit un petit baiser sur la bouche. Ce fût mon tout premier bisou avec une fille. Elle décida pour faire durée le plaisir d’enlever son t-shirt. Elle se trouva devant moi juste en culotte et en soutien-gorge. J’avala ma salive difficilement et dit:- Bon et la suite!!!- Eééh profiteur, il faut aussi que moi je voie quelque chose. Donc maintenant enlève aussi ton pantalon et ton t-shirt.J’hésita un instant, puis m’exécuta, elle prit ma place et moi la sienne. J’enleva d’abord mon t-shirt. Je fis un arrêt car je ne voulais pas enlever mon pantalon car j’étais en pleine érection et cela me gênait beaucoup.- Et la suite?- Euh! Mais c’est que…- Alors?Je m’exécuta et me retrouva en boxer devant elle. Je remarqua une légère excitation de son côté vis à vis de ce jeu, qui d’ailleurs ataşehir escort m’excitait aussi.- Et la suite?- Non, toi d’abord c’est toi qui a eu l’idée à ce jeu.- Bon d’accord! Tu préfères que j’enlève mon soutien-gorge ou ma culotte en premier?- Euh! Le soutien-gorge- Bon alors j’ai besoin de ton aide pour le dégrafer.Je savais très bien qu’elle arrivait à l’enlever elle-même, mais elle voulait surement sentir mes mains contre son corps alors je me leva et elle me tourna le dos pour que je puisse défaire son soutien-gorge. Une fois fait, elle le retira et se retourna. Je vis pour la première fois une poitrine. Et surtout une très belle poitrine pour son âge, sûrement du 80B. Cette magnifique vue m’excita énormément et elle le remarqua.- Oh! Je crois qu’il faut que j’arrête sinon tu ne vas pas tenir encore longtemps!- Non, surtout ne t’arrête pas.- Bon…Elle enleva sa culotte. Je vis sa merveilleuse chatte avec son petit clitoris qui pointait légèrement avec quelques poils au-dessus.- Alors ça te plaît?- Oui énormément.- Maintenant c’est à ton tour.Je n’avais même pas le temps de remettre mes idées en place que je devais à mon tour me mettre tout nu. Je me lança et enleva mon boxer. Ma bite était tendu comme un mats elle devait faire à l’époque 13cm, j’avais de la chance car je n’avais toujours pas de poils contrairement à quelque copains de ma classe qui se plaignaient. – Elle est magnifique!!- Merci Coralie.Il y eu un petit moment de silence où chacun s’observé. Et Coralie fut la première à parler.- Est-ce que tu veux que je te montre quelque chose que j’ai vu dans un film?- Oui mais c’est quoi?- Attends je te montre.Elle s’approcha de moi et pris ma queue dans ümraniye escort la main et moi par réflexe je recula d’un coup.- Mais non, laisse toi faire et allonge toi sur le lit.J’obéis et me coucha donc sur le lit, elle se posa sur mes jambes et pris ma bite dans ses mains elle commença à me masturber. Ce fut quelque chose de nouveau pour moi car auparavant je ne mettais jamais masturber. Elle fit de petit mouvement de va et vient sur ma queue. Elle commença à accélérer le mouvement. C’était l’un des plus beau moment de ma vie, et rapidement je fut obligé de tout lâché, mon sperme se posa sur c’est main. Elle fut autant surprise que moi à la sortie du liquide blanc. Elle continua à me masser gentiment mon pénis puis, se coucha à coté de moi. – C’était génial, tu as appris ça où?- J’ai regardé une cassette que mon père avait cachée sous son lit.Il y eu un court silence. Elle pris ma main et la posa sur sa vulve et dit:- Maintenant c’est à toi de me procurer du plaisir.- Je dois faire quoi?- J’ai vu dans le film que la fille se caressait la chatte!Alors suivant ses ordres, je commença à lui caresser l’entrejambe. Mais je fus surpris de sentir sa chatte toute humide, car c’était la toute première fois que je touchais à son intimité. Elle lançait des petits gémissements qui produisirent direct un effet sur mon pénis qui se redressa d’un coup. J’avais vraiment l’impression qu’elle prenait son pied sur mes caresses. Puis en me retirant la main, elle me dit:- Merci beaucoup NathanElle me fit un petit baiser sur la bouche puis nous nous couchâmes sur le lit. On resta là à ne rien dire, juste à repenser au merveilleux moment que nous venions de vivre. Et voilà l’après-midi était déjà finie, et je dus rentrer chez moi.Durant les jours qui suivirent, j’ai beaucoup repensé à cette journée avec Coralie en me masturbant, et je commença à visiter des sites pour adultes qui m’apprirent beaucoup de chose sur la sexualité. Avec Coralie, on s’est revu souvent mais on n’a plus osé parler de cette journée et donc on n’a plus eu d’aventure ensemble.

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Hospital Happy EndingYou see all these ads on TV about heart attacks and wonder will it happen to you. You never know! I was having what I thought was a bit of indigestion so I decided to go to the local hospital and have them take a look at me. I usually would just take some antacid for something like that but I felt like this time I was passed that stage of treatment and needed a more in depth treatment. So I drove myself to the hospital and checked in. Once there I sat in the waiting room for about 15 minutes and waited my turn. When they finally called me I went in, got on a gurney and gave the nurse the rundown of what was going on. She was a middle aged nurse, not too bad looking for her age and a very friendly gal. After taking my vitals and an EKG she informed me that she was calling in a Doctor to talk to me. When he arrived he told me that my basic vitals were good but that my EKG showed that I was having extremely bad cardiac problems and that they were going to admit me right away to the telemetry ward and call in a Cardiologist for a consult. I sure as hell wasn’t going to argue with them. After all, my family has a history of heart problems and though I had never had a problem I wasn’t going to argue with them. So, they shipped me up to a room and got me settled in and all hooked up with all the gadgets and wires.Since it was late afternoon they told me the cardiologist wouldn’t see me until early morning. And based on what he was told about my family history and the EKG report he ordered a procedure to be done in the morning. To prep me for this procedure it required they shave from my neck down to toes. I was a bit nervous when the nurse told me that and asked her why. She told me that in the surgery rooms they require that there be as little hair contamination as possible these days to insure the patient’s protection from infection. I have no medical knowledge so I was not going istanbul escort to argue. I just wasn’t thrilled with the idea of having to be shaved and then knowing I was going to have stubble a few days later and knowing the itching I would experience. The nurse told me not to worry and that women do it every day and that men should be able to handle it.Later that evening, after dinner, two other nurses, LPN’s, came in and announced they were there to give me my “beauty treatment”. They were being cute about it and at least one of them was cute when she said it. The other was flat out homely as hell and didn’t even crack a smile. She kind of reminded me of the daughter from the TV show “The Adams family” … dead pan faced! Since my room was a single bed room we didn’t have to worry about privacy so all they did was close the door. After pulling off my covers and making me undress they had me get off the bed for a moment while they covered the bed with a sheet and then lay back down again on top of the new sheet. Then they simply started to shave me starting at my neck and working their way down, one nurse on each side. It felt weird getting my arm pits and arms shaved. Hell, they even shaved the back of my hands and knuckles. Why my knuckles? Oh well, at least I was enjoying the pampering. When they got down to my stomach it began to get to me. As they pulled to towel that was covering my junk I felt a little “violated” … but at the same time a little proud. At least the room wasn’t cold as I expected it might be. At least “the boys” were warm and hanging nice and low. And “Junior” was hanging nice and low right next to them. As the cute one, Carol, got down to my thigh the homely one, Fran, was still working on my stomach area above my pubic area. Carol, without saying a word simply grabbed “Junior”, lifted him up with avcılar escort one hand and using the other hand moved my legs apart so she could shave my inner thigh. While she shaved my inner thigh up close to my balls with one hand she was still holding Junior. Of course he started to firm up a bit in her hand. I looked at her while he did and she glimpsed at him then me and grinned then went back to her task. Then as she got closer to my balls she let go of him and pushed my balls up out of the way. After she finished with my balls she went down my legs and finished doing them. All this time I never realized that Fran was working the other side of me and also did my inner thighs. But she skipped Junior and the “the boys” and went right down to my legs. As Carol finished my legs the head nurse comes to the room, opens the door and asks Carol to assist her in another room. She asked Fran if she could finish up and Fran said she could so Carol heads out the open door. I though GREAT! I get the homely one who didn’t’ do anything.So Fran continues doing my legs. Then she has me flip over so she can do my back. My back is fairly clean of any hair except a little on my lower back and ass so she didn’t spend too much time there. After she was done she had me flip back over again and told me she wanted to double check the work. Looking me over she said she noticed she missed an area. Before she starts she goes over and closes the door Carol left open. Laying there with my eyes closed not knowing what to expect I suddenly feel her hands just above my pubic area again. She is shaving the area she already shaved but is now going further down towards Junior and her free hand is pulling the skin taut so she can get all the hair. She pulls my one leg outwards almost to the point that my foot is at the edge of the bed and begins shaving the inside of my thighs right up against şirinevler escort my balls. She gently grabs my balls and softly pushes them up against my cock as she slowly shaves almost like she is watching one hair at a time being shaved. All this time she and Carol have been dry shaving me. But now I hear the familiar sound of a can of shaving cream as she applies some around my balls. Even though it isn’t hot it feels warm from her hands as she gently rubs it over my balls and around my thigh. One again she shaves the area. I can tell by the gliding of the razor that now it is really smooth. As she goes over my scrotum I tense up a bit worried she might knick me but she does a great job and manages to shave me without one knick. Moving to the other side she does the same treatment to my other thigh and the upper pubic area. Then she tells me that I also have some small hairs on my shaft and she’ll have to shave them as well. I just shake my head and mumble out a “uh-huh”. My half hard cock doesn’t take much coaxing to get harder as she raps her hand filled with shaving lather in it around it and stroked it a few times. She says to me it is better that it is hard saying she can get all the hairs that way and begins to shave it.As she shaves it I not only feel a bit of chill going through me like someone holding a knife to your throat but also an exhilarating thrill as her free hand strokes my cock feeling for hairs to cut. As she finishes the shaving she says she wants to make sure that she has all the hairs gone and that she’ll use more lather to make sure they’re all gone. Applying more lather she begins stroking my cock. With just a few strokes my cock is stiff as steel and it doesn’t take too long before I am spewing a fantastic load of cum all over her hand and my stomach.Fran takes the time to not only clean me up but also to re-dress me and remake my bed for the evening. The funny thing is all this time I had my telemetry monitor on and it never sent any warnings. And the next morning I went for the test and passed with flying colors. The Doctor told me that my heart was just fine and that I probably just had an anxiety attack and needed some rest.I did itch like a son-of-a-bitch for a few weeks after!

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Lena and Masie Chapter 2Len and Masie Ch. 2To say that Len was nervous would be a serious understatement.?He had slept a bit later than usual which was normal if he had masturbated the night before, and when he first woke, he lay there luxuriating in the warmth of his bed. In his semi-comatose state, that time when you are not quite awake or asleep, his mind wandered all over the place, then the events of the previous day came back.He was suddenly wide awake and wondered if it had all been a dream but quickly recalled caressing his neighbours breast and feeling her hand cupping his penis. It was exciting and he was quietly enjoying these thoughts when he remembered the arrangement they had made for that afternoon. ??He sat bolt upright in bed. ‘My God what have I done!’ he muttered to himself. The thought had been exciting the evening before but now in the cold light of the morning he was suddenly petrified. A whole list of ‘what-ifs’ crossed his mind accompanied by a number of excuses for not going through with it.He got up and went through his normal morning routine all the while thinking about what might or might not happen and working himself into a mass of nerves.At last, when he sat down with his coffee; he’d foregone breakfast; he started to think more rationally. The prospect of what might happen was very exciting but this was very early in their relationship and it had been a good fifty years since he had done any courting – if this is what they were doing. He just didn’t know how to go about it especially the accelerated version that seemed to be happening now. ??It was also obvious from what Masie had said that the intimate side of their married lives had been completely different. Hers had been open, experimental and energetic, whereas his had been reserved and restrained and conducted within quite narrow confines of Roses’ acceptance. He wondered if the relationship did develop whether he would be able to live up to her expectations, or whether she would find him boring and limited and quickly tire of him.’Whoa, you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself,’ he muttered, ‘slow down George.’ He shuddered as he said it. It had been one of Roses’ humorous comments to him if she considered he was letting his imagination run away with him. Then of course there was Rose, or rather there wasn’t. What would she think? Would she want him to have a fulfilling life or would she want him to dwell in the memory of their lives together?The turmoil in his mind was getting to fever pitch. ‘You need to give yourself a good talking to Lennard!’ he muttered, another of Roses’ sayings whenever he was indecisive or worried about something. ‘After all, what is going to happen? She’ll come round here and we’ll watch a film together and if she or I get a bit excited then we’ll see what happens. That’s all. No big deal.’??Yeah Right!For the rest of the morning he busied himself around his apartment, cleaning, dusting and polishing, things he didn’t feel the need to do too often these days. He rarely had visitors or callers.?He looked at himself as he polished the mirror. ‘Haircut.’ he thought, he wanted to give a good impression so a trim wouldn’t be amiss, and it would help take his mind off things if he went out for a while, so off he went.On his way back he bought a bottle each of red and white wine as he felt it would be nice to offer a drink but he didn’t know what her fancy was or even if she drank at all. He had beer and scotch at home so that was covered, and a drink might help relax them when she arrived. ??He tried to eat something at lunchtime but the butterflies in his stomach now resembled seagulls and a couple of mouthfuls of toast was all he could manage. He had heard Masie a couple of times through the seeming thin wall between them and he wondered if she was in a similar condition as himself. He doubted it very much as she had seemed quite outgoing and self-assured yesterday and was probably taking all this in her stride.He’d showered carefully and taken a lot of care shaving and had dressed casually but smartly and sat and waited as the clock ticked slowly towards two thirty. He’d got some of the films out and decided he would let her chose which one she wanted to watch.A couple of minutes to half past there was a light tap on his door. His heart was pounding as he answered it and Masie stepped into the hallway.?’I’m not too early am I?’ Her voice was nervous and as Len looked at her he could see she was shaking slightly. His nerves evaporated.’Are you alright Masie?’ there was genuine concern in his voice. ‘Come and sit down.’ He took her arm and led her to the couch and repeated his question. ‘Is anything wrong? Are you OK?’??She nodded and shook her head confused as to how to respond. She gave a nervous little laugh.’Yes I’m fine’.’Are you sure?’ he said disbelievingly.?She nodded. ‘Yes,’ she paused, ‘I’m just a bit nervous.’??’You? Nervous? I thought it would be just me.’??’Oh no,’ she said, ‘I didn’t know how you would feel about it today. I had no idea if you would still want to and if I’m being honest I didn’t know if I’d be able to go through with it.’??He laughed gently as he put his hand on hers. ‘That makes two of us. I had exactly the same feelings and doubts myself and a couple of times I nearly knocked to give you some lame excuse about having to go out or something.’ He looked straight at her. ‘I’m glad I didn’t though.’??She smiled gratefully at him. ‘So am I.’??’It’s all a bit…too pre-arranged really though isn’t it.’??She nodded.’Tell you what,’ he said suddenly decisive, ‘why don’t I put these away and we’ll settle for a drink and a bit of a natter?’ He indicated the films as he spoke.The look of grateful relief on her face told him all he needed to know. He put the films back in the cupboard and got her a glass of wine and himself a beer and sat beside her.They sat and talked about everything and anything that came to mind, their previous partners, marriage generally, families, holidays, the apartments, Vera, and before they knew it a couple more beers had disappeared along with half the bottle of wine and the late afternoon light was fading.It was nearly six o’clock when Len looked at his watch, painfully aware that his stomach had been growling at him for quite a while.?’Look Masie, I don’t know about you but I couldn’t eat a lot this morning and I’m starving now.’??She nodded. ‘Me too.’??A sudden thought struck him. ‘Have you eaten at that Italian restaurant in the High Street?’ he asked.?She shook her head. ‘No.’??’Fancy trying it with me then? As my guest of course.’??She smiled at him. ‘It would be rude to refuse such a gracious invitation.’ she said.Two hours later saw them strolling arm in arm back from the restaurant discussing the various shops they passed, pausing to look in some windows. It had been an enjoyable meal and the only slightly discordant note had been over splitting the bill, but that was soon settled when Len would have none of it. As they approached the apartments Len gave her arm a little squeeze and was delighted to feel a squeeze back. He looked at her and smiled.?’This is nice.’ he said, and it did feel nice, even right. She nodded.’Are you watching that wildlife programme on telly this evening?’ he asked.When she said she was he suggested they watch together in his apartment. ‘After all, there’s still a drop of wine to finish!’??She laughed at him and squeezed his arm again.?’Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your evil way with me Lennard?’ she asked with mock seriousness.?He feigned shock at her question. ‘Good heavens sarıyer escort Matilda, just what sort of a man do you think I am?’??’A lusty one I hope.’ came her softly spoken reply.He stopped dead and turned to look at her. For a few seconds he just stared straight into her eyes before she pulled him into a shop doorway then pulled his head down to hers. She kissed him, a long warm gentle kiss that neither seemed in a hurry to end and which held so much promise. ??’Wow!’ breathed Len softly as they eventually parted, ‘what did I do to deserve that?’??She smiled and snuggled up against him with her head against his shoulder. They set off again but now his arm was round her waist holding her close.?Later, his arm was still round her when they were sitting snuggled up on his couch watching their programme but his concentration was elsewhere. They had kissed twice more since they had got indoors and now sitting close he kept glancing at her to confirm she was real and was really there. When the programme finished he turned to kiss her again and this time her arm went round his neck to pull him close. ??He was savouring her parted lips when she took her arm away and the next thing he felt was her hand gently resting on his crotch. He moaned into her mouth then felt his hand being guided to her breast which he cupped and started to caress. Her gentle manipulation of his cock resumed and continued for a few seconds before she pulled back slightly to look at him.’Len,’ she said very softly, ‘please take me to bed.’ then immediately placed her lips back on his.He pulled back and just looked at her. Although he had been hoping for some intimacy, when this invitation came it took him by surprise.’I’d love to,’ he said softly, ‘but what I’d really love is for you to stay with me tonight.’??It was her turn to just look at him. He went on, ‘I’d love to cuddle you tonight and wake up with you beside me in the morning.’??She laughed softly. ‘You don’t want to see me first thing in the morning – I look a sight that would make your hair curl!’??’Yes I do…..and I don’t believe you.’??There was a pause.’Do you really want me to stay?’??He nodded. ‘Yes.’There was a slightly longer pause then, ‘I’ll need to pop back and get a couple of things.’??This far exceeded his hopes and his excitement was evident in the look he gave her. He gave her a quick peck on the lips then turned practical again.?’OK but what about Vera? If she sees you leaving here then coming back with a bag she’ll have a field day!’??’I’ll use the service landing then she’ll never know.’ was the conspiratorial answer.?When the apartment complex was built, a service balcony had been built at the back of the apartments at each landing level which joined to a staircase at the end of the block. It was there so people didn’t have to take rubbish through their apartments and the communal bins were located near the bottom of the stairs. It was also a short cut to the residents car park at the rear of the building, and each of the apartments had a door from their kitchen area that opened onto it.They kissed again then Masie made a great show of leaving by the front door and bidding Len goodnight in the sort of voice that would sure to attract certain peoples attention.As soon as she left Len rushed to his bedroom and stripped the bed completely then remade it with fresh linen. Although it wasn’t dirty he didn’t want to risk anything putting her off, so he quickly dusted and tidied up as well.?—ooo—??About twenty minutes later the assistant manageress smiled as she looked at the small bank of screens placed discreetly beneath her desk. Although the security cameras outside the building were very obvious, those inside the building were virtually undetectable, but for reasons of safety and security, had been placed to cover all the communal areas within the building. The residents were unaware of these and the screens were not in their view from the part of her office they could access.The number of people, both men and women, who used the service landing late at night to ‘visit’ other tenants was quite high and at weekends especially so. Sometimes there was proportionately more activity there than on the high street during the January sales?She smiled as she watched Masie walk the twenty or so yards from her door to Lens’. It was the first time she had ever seen her on that landing at that time and was pleased that it was Len she was visiting. ‘So it’s Len is it?’ she thought, ‘Good.’??They were both likeable people and she got on well with them, more so than with some of the others who could at times be quite difficult. She thought Masie was, for her age, still strikingly beautiful which was confirmed by the number of suitors she had seen kept at arms length. ??A slight movement on one of the other screens caught her attention and a face peered briefly out from behind some heavy net curtains in one of the apartments that looked down the front of the row on the first landing. ‘No need for neighbourhood watch here tonight Vera.’ she muttered under her breath, ‘it’s all happening where you can’t see it.’??—ooo—??Len saw Masie pass his kitchen window and quickly opened the door for her.?’OK?’ he asked, ‘did you get what you needed?’??She nodded and kissed him briefly, and he took her bag and helped her out of her coat.’My goodness! What have you got in here?’ he queried as he felt the weight of what he was carrying.?’Womens’ things,’ she said grabbing the bag, ‘you don’t think this happens naturally do you?’ she asked pointing at her face.?Len laughed. ‘I’m sure you don’t need all that,’ he said, ‘it weighs a ton!’??’That’s how much you know!’ she said sticking her nose up in the air in a feigned snooty gesture.They both laughed and Len pulled her towards him and put his arms round her. They kissed gently.?’Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asked quietly. Her response was to take his hand and lead him towards his bedroom.He had left the two bedside lights burning which gave the room a soft warming glow. She gave a quick appreciative glance round before pulling him to her and kissing him deeply. ??’Why don’t we undress each other?’ she said softly in his ear and reached to start pulling his casual top over his head. She was wearing a simple dress which buttoned up in the front from top to bottom and he made a move to start undoing them, but she pushed his hands away. ??’Not just yet.’ she said reaching for his belt, and in fact it was not until he was standing in his underpants that she allowed him to start on her. As she had crouched down to removed his trousers she had placed a little kiss on the now very prominent bulge caused by his penis and smiled up at him. She stood up and indicated her buttons.He started to undo them but had only done the top one when he felt her hand slide under the waistband of his pants to take hold of his penis. As she did she leaned forward and they kissed again, Len now aware of the sensory overload he was being subjected to.He pulled back but she locked his eye with hers as he continued down her dress all the while just gently fondling his erection with her warm hand. When he reached her waist he glanced down at the gap he was opening expecting to see her bra but there was nothing except bare skin. He looked at her in surprise and she smiled back.’Undo a couple more then put your hand inside and feel how wet my cunt is.’ she said softly before resuming their broken kiss.Her choice of words surprised him and his hand trembled as he followed esenyurt escort her instruction and felt down her stomach expecting to feel her panties but there were none, just hair. As he pushed down through the soft curly foliage he felt her move slightly then he felt her lips, hot, parted and very wet. He slid over her little button and crooked his finger slightly upwards as he felt her opening and raised his eyebrows in a silent question as their lips parted and they looked at each other. ??She nodded then pulled him close as he pushed slowly but deeply into her, squeezing his penis as he did.??’Oohh yes!’ she hissed softly into his ear, ‘Oohh please! Yessssss! Please!’??She pulled back to look at him. ‘Please make me cum!’ It was a request hoarsely whispered to him as she began to move her crotch backwards and forwards on his finger.?He took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand out of his pants. Although she needed a climax he didn’t want to yet as his powers of recovery were nowhere near what they used to be, and it was all getting too much for him. He pulled her towards him and continued to do what she had asked with her breathing and whispering into his ear as he did.?It wasn’t long before her head went back and her eyes closed and a series of soft grunts came from her open mouth, each accompanied by a strong pulse on Lens buried finger.As her climax diminished she lent against him still twitching and moaning softly, and he put his arm around her for support. He lowered her to sit on the edge of the bed his finger still inside her and bent down to kiss her softly as he withdrew it. All his married life Rose had not been enthusiastic about him tasting her or giving her oral sex, something Len wanted to do but was usually refused. A quick kiss on her closed cunt was all that he ever enjoyed and that was very infrequently.He sensed there would be no such objection from Masie so he raised his wet hand to his mouth and sucked her juice from it. She smiled at him as he savoured her intimate taste and asked him if he liked it. ??’You’ll never know how much.’ he replied softly, then undid the rest of her buttons. As her dress opened wide he gazed in admiration at her naked body. He breasts were full and drooped slightly and were tipped with dark pink nipples from the centre of which stood lighter pink teats, erect like pencil rubbers. Her stomach was slightly proud but not fat and bore the marks of having borne c***dren, and her dark hair at the joint of her thighs was neatly trimmed and again, liberally streaked with grey.?’My God, you’re beautiful,’ he breathed, ‘you really are.’??He knelt in front of her and kissed her gently. ‘Can I kiss you there?’ he indicated with a glance down her body.??’I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.’ came the reply and she lay back, lifted her feet onto the bed and parted her thighs. He gazed at the sight before him. Her cunt was wet and her lips distended and open. Between them he could see the beginning of her pink interior and the little hair immediately around her opening was matted and stuck to her skin.?He carefully parted her labia and gently pulled the front of her opening upwards to reveal the little pink clitoris he knew would be there. Although he had never been able to examine Rose openly like this he was aware from films and books and feeling her what was where and what effect his fingers could have, but this was the first time he had seen the real thing this closely. ??He looked lower and even her anus was to his mind, neat and beautiful. Again, that was something else he had never been permitted to see properly, but here was a lovely woman giving him complete access to her most intimate parts, and it suddenly came home to him just what he had been missing.He lent forward slightly and inhaled the musky scent of Masies’ excitement before reaching out with his tongue to lick her lips. He hardened his tongue and pushed it into her to enjoy the slightly salty cream before pulling out and pushing the end up under the hood covering her button. He did this several times and each time could feel her react as the sensation hit her, then he pursed his lips and sucked her clitoris between them. ??He was in Heaven. His face and nose were wet from her, the taste was gorgeous and her reactions to his actions were exciting him beyond anything he could remember. ??Her twitching was becoming stronger then he felt her hands at the back of his head pulling his face hard into her crotch. She was jerking against him now which spurred him on to tongue her more roughly when she suddenly arched her back off the bed and went into another orgasm. ??’Push your tongue in……’ was all he heard before her thighs clamped against his head and when he did once again felt the really strong contractions in her cunt. Her back remained off the bed for a few seconds, all the while her body was jerking softly, until she calmed down and sank back to the mattress.Report StoryHe pulled back from her glad of the chance to breathe again, when she lent forward and pulled him onto the bed beside her. She looked breathless and relaxed and looked at him as she gathered her composure.Taking his face in her hands she kissed him deeply, not caring that her own cunt cream was being spread onto her face. She looked him straight in the eyes.?’I’m sorry,’ she said gently, ‘I got carried away. I haven’t been touched like that for so long I couldn’t help it.’ She went on still breathlessly. ‘Thank you so much Len, you are wonderful but I do hope I haven’t been too much for you.’??He shook his head. She held his eyes with hers.?’The thing is,’ she continued in almost a whisper, ‘once I start cumming I can have several in a row, it’s like being on a plateau, and the slightest thing can set me off again.’??Len smiled at her and suddenly took charge. ‘What, like this?’??He reached down and started to gently rub her clitoris again so lubricated now with her cream. She moaned softly and opened her legs wide and half closed her eyes.’You bastard, you lovely fucking bastard!’ she groaned at him as the sensations began to affect her. He rubbed her gently and then harder as she pulled him towards her and started kissing his face. ‘Oh God.’ she gasped, her hips moving now in response to his fingers, then more urgently into his ear ‘I’m cumming!’ This time she did cry out but softly and her body shook visibly with each spasm as it passed through her. ??She pushed his hand away. ‘No more ….pleeeeease!’ It was not a command or request, more a plea, then her convulsions gradually began to die down.?She lay there with her eyes closed and her chest heaving from the exertion of three orgasms in quick succession and slowly calmed down. Len lent over and kissed her softly before laying down and cuddling her close.’You are amazing,’ he said, ‘I’ve never seen anything like that before. Are you alright?’??She nodded. ‘Just give me a minute or two and I’ll be fine.’??His erection was painful now and he felt her hand reach over to rest on his pants. ??’Why don’t you take those off.’ she suggested so he reached down and removed them and was just going to drop them on the floor when she took them from him. She held them up and saw the large glistening wet patch his precum had made and smiled at him. ‘You get as wet as I do.’ she commented, ‘I like that.’??’Do you really? I find it a bit embarrassing sometimes.’??He winced slightly as he felt her hand encircle his penis. She started moving it loosely up and down his shaft spreading his liquid along the whole length. ‘Oh no,’ she breathed, avrupa yakası escort ‘it’s so slippery and hard and I’m going to love it inside me.’??She continued this for a few seconds but he knew he was so aroused it wouldn’t be long before he came if she kept it up. He gently removed her hand telling her of the danger. She smiled and lay back into his arms.’I’ll take care of you in a little while then…’ he was wondering what she meant when she went on her voice a whisper in his ear, ‘…then I’m going to fuck you rigid!’??His eyes opened wide as she said this and he pulled away to look at her. Even in their early, now comparatively innocent, sexual experimentation Rose had never been keen on ‘gutter’ language as she called it. But here was a woman, a lovely woman, exciting him both with the way she spoke and the movements of her crotch on his leg as she rubbed herself against him. ??’I’ll get on top of you and slowly sink my cunt down on your cock, my very wet cunt on your lovely slippery cock, then I’ll slowly start to fuck you. I’ll sit upright so you can see my tits and hard nipples and play with them then I’ll lean forward so they dangle in your face and you can suck on them. I’ll kiss you and all the time we’ll hear the sound of our wet fuck and smell ourselves.’ ??Her voice had dropped to a hoarse whisper and her movements against his leg were getting stronger.?’I’ll feel you getting close to your cum and that will take me up as well then I’ll feel you jerking and your hot spunk spitting in me and you’ll feel the contractions in my cunt milking it out of you…….Ooooh Goddddd….!!’??Her voice tailed off as she pulled him hard against her and he could feel the involuntary twitching of her body as she climaxed yet again. She had talked herself into an orgasm while using his leg to masturbate against.It was as much as he could do to hold back his own. He had never in his wildest fantasies dreamt of a woman like this yet here she was laying on his bed beside him completely uninhibited and wanton.?’Fucking hell Masie you are unbelievable!’ he whispered as she calmed down, wondering how much more of this he could take. He looked at his penis and the blob of white spunk at the end of it where he had only just managed to stop himself cumming.??’I’m not going to last more than a few seconds inside you.’??’Are you really that close?’ she asked??’What do you think.’ he said pointing at his cock??’I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,’ she said, ‘perhaps we should calm things down a bit. I get very carried away once I’ve started and it’s been such a long time. It must be quite frightening for you but I don’t want it to be.’ She pushed herself up on her elbows. ‘I’m going to the toilet but don’t touch yourself at all ’til I come back. I want to taste that but if I do now I’ll probably get a lot more than I bargained for!’ She smiled at him as she got up then lent over and pecked him quickly on the lips. ‘You’re really lovely.’ she said and steered a wobbly course out of the room.Len watched her backside as she went and wondered what he had done to deserve this. It had never been anything vaguely like this with Rose. He lay there willing himself to think about other things which wasn’t easy but eventually he was able to take his mind off what had just happened.She came back a few minutes later and sat on the bed beside him. ‘Better now?’ she asked. He nodded. He looked down at himself and the spunk was still where she had seen it but he now noticed that a large patch of his pubic hair was wet and glistening from his own juice. ‘I’d better go and clean up.’ he said but was amazed when she ducked her head down and gently licked the sperm from the tip of his penis. She then took him fully in her mouth and he could feel all the tension rising again as her tongue danced round his glans and tried to enter his pisshole.’Oh God Masie, no!’ he grunted and to his relief she pulled away.??’You taste lovely,’ she whispered, ‘but I think we’d better fuck before you cum anywhere else.’??She climbed over him and held his penis upright as she lowered herself onto it. He could feel the warmth and wetness of her body as it enveloped him and she slowly slid down him until their hairs were pressed together. Once there she kept quite still for a little while but he could feel her clenching him with her cunt, much more strongly than he had imagined possible.’God Masie that’s fantastic.’??’Years of muscle training,’ she replied softly, ‘Freddy loved me to just milk him off like this.’??’I can imagine, but please not now!’??She stopped and once again Len got control of his body. She sat upright as she had promised and her breasts looked even more magnificent from that position than standing in front of hr. He reached up to them and began to caress them gently.?’Pinch my nipples,’ she said, ‘not to too hard to start with.’??He started to do what she wanted then she urged him on to do it harder until he was pinching them hard and her face was grimacing with the pain. ??’Oh God! Enough!’ she cried then lent forward. ‘Suck them!’ ??He could feel the urgency in her movements on him and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. He pulled her to him and fastened his mouth round one distended teat and gently caressed the other with his fingers before swapping over to the other one.?Her strangled ‘God! I’m so fucking high!’ did it for Len who gave up trying to hold back and told her he was about to cum. Her reaction was to push herself up from him at the same time as pushing her cunt as hard down on his penis as she could. He could see the strain on her face as she tried to time her climax with his then she suddenly flopped down on him gasping loudly as she felt his hot sperm being ejected inside her.Len lay there jerking and grunting softly as he emptied himself into her body and was startled by the fierceness of the spasms in her cunt, each matched by a gasp and soft groan in his ear. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her against him until they both lay there satisfied, relaxed and exhausted, but with him twitching each time he felt her clamp on his penis.?He kissed her softly and gently for a long time then told her he could feel what she was doing.’Aftershocks Freddy used to call them, they’re involuntary I’m afraid. I’m sorry.’??’Don’t you ever apologise for anything,’ he whispered, ‘you’re wonderful.’??They lay there joined intimately for a few minutes before she made a move to get off. He held her tightly and asked her to stay where she was.?’I must be suffocating you,’ she said, ‘and it’s a bit messy down there.’??He laughed gently.??’No you’re not, and I’ve got some tissues here when we need them. Please stay on me for a little longer.’??She snuggled her head back into his shoulder.?’You know Len, I never thought I could be like this again after Freddy. I thought this had ended with him.’ She crooked her head to look at him. ‘Thank you for showing me it hadn’t.’ she whispered before craning her neck to kiss him again.?Len didn’t think it was possible to feel any better than he just did but her words boosted him even further.?They separated and cleaned themselves up and individually used the toilet than settled back in bed.?’Are you sure you want me to stay?’??He looked at her quizzically. ‘What do you mean?’??’Well,’ she hesitated, ‘now it’s over do you still want me here?’??’Masie, I don’t want you going anywhere,’ he paused, ‘….ever.’??She looked at him wide-eyed.’We’ll talk in the morning,’ he continued, ‘now turn over, cuddle up and go to sleep.’??She opened her mouth to say something but he blocked it with a kiss.’In the morning.’ he said.??She turned on her side and snuggled back into the warmth of his body. He could feel her against him soft and warm and her buttocks against his now soft penis, and gently kissed her back and shoulders. The last thing he remembered was her taking his hand and cupping it over her breast…….

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New year revelations Part 1.My name is Ashley Jones. My past isn’t the usual male past. Due to a accident some of my memories are fuzzy, but right now I am just a normal guy, I work a steady job and hang with friends. I’ve been recently down as I have been dumped by my long time girlfriend of 2 years, the bitch. It’s the day before new years eve and my boss has been chewing my ass off, as I was heading to his office I catch a glimpse of Mrs boss, big juicy tits with her little perky Stevie wonder type nipples darting out of her shirt bent over her husbands desk talking to him. Man what I would do to hit that.The time is now 6pm time to leave work, I head home and hit the hay.As I lay in bed asleep a dream engrosses me, It’s Mrs boss.. and shes naked. Man, I have a bad ass imagination. I’m shagging her full out she’s screaming “FUCK ME” “mmmm yeh do what my husband cant!” I’m ready to finish, my limits are about to be broken and feel the surge of endorphins rush through my body I grunt she replies “Inside me” Without hesitation I finished like a pro.I woke up to the smell of damp air, it seems I’ve left the window open.I get up to open the window and the phone rings, it’s my friend Johnson.”DUDE get your ass out tonight, you better bring your wellies because we’ll be knee deep in clunge! We’ll celebrate like fucking maniacs!”He said. I am not really in the mood tonight… “DON’T GIVE ME THAT EXCUSE, BE READY FOR 7” and he hangs up the phone. It’s 6pm and I am getting ready to go out I throw on some jeans and a T shirt, I headed to the bathroom and noticed my condoms, do I really need those? I think to myself, nah. I ain’t gettin’ any tonight. It’s 7:30 and my mate and me are in a bar named vesuvia. This place is pumping, Johnson answers “Wall to Wall fanny. By the end of tonight I’ll have these birds gushin’ like niagra falls” I burst out laughing. A few hours later Johnson has got himself a girl and I’m stuck looking like a loner, time to go I think to myself.I leave kadıköy escort the bar and cross the road, the amount of snow here is crazy. I’m waiting at the traffic lights for them to change and I see this woman crossing the road with brunette hair and a long fur coat, instantly my eyes are focused on this woman.She had dropped her bags so I rushed over to help her, I couldn’t help but drown in her eyes, those deep blue eyes. After a quick conversation she offers me back to her place that is only a few streets away, I instantly agree. I’m in her place it’s got red painted walls and furniture and furry rugs to match. She asks coffee or would you like some thing a little stronger to warm you up? I take the beer and we have some conversation with some music on in the background, it’s surprising to see how much we have in common. Out of nowhere she leans forward and kisses me. The soft sensation of her lips touching mine, her tongue dancing with mine it is utter bliss. She leads me to the bed and whips off my clothes and I hers. As I finish undressing her I notice a photo in a frame on her night stand that is face down, however my focus quickly changed back to this beautifully naked godess in front of me. I start on her neck and easy my way down to her perky tits, maybe a C cup. Her nipples instantly stand at attention and I started teasing her nipples lightly flicking each with the end of my tongue while massaging the other with my hand. I move my head back up and we kiss passionately. I can feel a primal fire burn inside me that I never felt with any of my ex’s, It is starting to take over. I slide my hand down to her pussy and send my index finger in, I then slide 2 other fingers in and become more rigorous in my fingering. I push her back and kiss down her naval to her inner thighs gazing upon the dripping wet pussy right in front of me. I begin kissing her pussy lips while üsküdar escort slightly entering my tongue into her pussy I use my fingers to probe even further inside her pussy. I begin to flick and slightly nibble on her clit and she screams in ecstasy “ooooh I’m close!!!”I told her I did not have a condom she assured me it would be fine she was on the pill. I didn’t take any more time and slid up and penetrated her sopping wet pussy with my cock she starts making loud gasping noises and plays with her tits we fucked in sync as I push she pushes it goes straight to the hilt. She alerts me shes ready and so I vigorously start pounding her with all my might this pushes us both over the edge ” OOOOHHH FUCK YEEEEEHHHHHHHH uuhhhh” she screamed. We both lay there, my cock still nested inside her pussy and I drift off to sleep.I wake up the next morning and she wasn’t in the bed, I quickly get up get my things and head to the kitchen, as I leave I caught a glimpse of the photo that is now face up but don’t pay any attention to it. I got to the kitchen and she came in from the front room and said she had to go to work so I give her a quick kiss and left.6 months later:I think only of that night I shared with that wonderful woman.My work is becoming less and less productive I am getting distracted too easily, I must see her. I head to where I think her house is, it’s a bit of a blur due to the amount of drink I had on that night. I arrive at her house and knock on the door with no reply, so I knock her neighbors house and asked if she knew her whereabouts. She told me she had gone to see her distant family and gave me the address. I headed to the location and I feel sort of nostalgic.As I arrive I notice her walking down the street and I pull up along side her and notice some thing is different but can’t quite put my finger on it, she is startled but begins to have a conversation with me and offers me to go with her to where she tuzla escort is visiting. We walk for a bit and then turn a corner. The building in front of us that she is heading in too is a orphanage. I didn’t see that coming I think to myself. She replies this is where I grew up. She takes me inside and introduces me to the people there “This is my ummm, friend.” Hey pleasure to meet you I say. I start getting odd looks off the staff, the k**s however begin asking me to go and play with them so I head off and help them build some thing with these tarnished legos. All of a sudden I get another nostalgic feeling and a slight headache. The head of the orphanage was about to come in and as she did she instantly looked at me and screamed “Ashley Jones!!! it’s been a long time!” I look at her with a confused look and ask, do I know you? She gives me a puzzled look and says “don’t play with me, you know who I am! you used to live here until you were 6!” I was utterly speechless and then explained that I have a fuzzy memory due to a accident. She then takes me back to the others as we approach them she shouts “Katie!! after all this time he is back!” Katie: “What do you mean?” the head replies: “Your brother…! Ashley Jones!” Katie looks confused and says she hasn’t seen her brother in 17 years.The head looks at me then at her and says this is your brother. I felt several feelings of emotions, nostalgic, happy, confused and a bit sick. After all the hype calmed down Katie took me to another room and said she had no idea and I said I didn’t either. She asked me how I felt about her and I told her I could not get her out of my mind, but we are related it feels wrong now, some how. she looks at me with glistened eyes and said “before we knew this how did you feel?” I said I may have fallen in love with her, she has been on my mind constantly. She then said she had felt the same and that she has some thing to tell me. I instantly kiss her and thought fuck everybody else this feels right, it is right. Katie broke our kiss and said, “I’m pregnant”.This is my 2nd story. My first was a few years back. This is a fictional story and while I know it may not be the usual type of story I tried to focus on the drama of it all. Please tell me how this went and if you liked it. If so I will continue with the 2nd part and possibly new ideas.

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On line loverI met Rob on line,I knew he had a girlfriend but as time went on and we talked and joked more,I realized I really didn’t care. He was sweet and funny and sent me jokes to brighten my day. As my Dad got sicker I found I look forward to our laughs even more.We lived across country from each other so I knew it was a safe friendship. My heart had been broken too much and I wasn’t looking for anyone anymore. I could (and did) fantasize about him freely. Then one day he told me he was flying into town to see relatives. I was excited but nervous to meet him. I knew this would be my one and only chance to live out my fantasy.I Meet him at the door in lingerie,as i hung his coat up he pinned me from behind. I feel his crotch against my ass and his breath on my neck. His lips and teeth grazing against my shoulder..he kadıköy escort whispers in my ear that he’s going to have fun with me. He grabs me and turns me around and kisses me,our tongues duelling. As he feels my tongue stud he wraps his hand in my hair and force me to my knees. I watch him 1 handed unzip and as i go to move he pulls on my hair and slaps my face with his hard cock. I take him in my mouth gently but when he feels the stud he pushes deep into my throat causing me to gag. Both his hands are gripping my hair as he pumps at my mouth and i greedily try and keep up,sucking as he skull fuck me hard. He lifts me up and half drag half carrys me down the hall. He kicks my bedroom door open and throws me on the bed…I üsküdar escort watch him drop his pants and I move up the bed but he grabs my ankle and pulls me back to the edge and as i open my mouth to talk he slowly starts pumping my mouth again. I’m groaning wanting him deeper but he pulls out and sits on my mouth. My tongue darts out tasting his balls and slowly circling his ass hole as i feel his mouth on my clit piercing. God! I’ve dreamt of this for so long! I moan and he bites down sending me over the edge…Rob climbs up on me and slides into my hot pussy feeling my wetness engulf him. He tries to go slow but I’m pulling him deeper,rising up to meet his thrusts. My nails digging into his ass as i start to cum…he feel me squirt and cover us both in my hot juices. tuzla escort He’s pounding my pussy hard and i feel his balls bouncing off my ass and I know hes close. I hear and feel him cum and he collapses onto the bed but when he see me smiling he laughs and crawls onto my stomach and sticks his cummy cock in my mouth. As he starts to get hard again he reaches down and wraps my massive Kk’s around his cock and rides my tits. I’m in heaven sucking his tip but he pulls away and flips me over. I feel Rob’s strong hands shoving my head into the pillow and feel him reach down and feel his cum in my pussy. He starts rubbing my ass with his cum and i feel his finger slide into my ass. I reach back and spread my ass as he suddenly rams into my ass. Rob is growling in my ear how I’m his dirty slut and my ass grinds back against him needing him deeper in me. He sits up and grabs my ass and pounds it harder and harder til were both yelling out..exploding together. We collapse together and then he stirs and i feel gentle kisses on my bruised pussy. He lays down beside me and slowly kisses me with his cum covered tongue.Rob’s gone now but I’ll always remember that afternoon.

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Audrey, a girl on the beachHer name was Audrey. I know, her name was out of sync with the era. She was born in the 1970’s so you would expect her name to be something like Marcy or Jennifer. Audrey is a name associated with the 1940’s and 1950’s; like Grace or Helen or something. But Audrey reminded me of the type of woman from that pinup era that you would see in older movies and magazines. In fact she had a real pin-up girl type body. Large full, firm, perky breasts, full hips and a woman’s butt. Not the tiny athletes butt that so many young woman have today. She had reddish brown hair and very light skin and was very soft looking. A strange combination since I met her on a nude beach where most woman are dark or starting to tan. And, as soft as she looked I soon learned she rode a motorcycle!But I didn’t know any of that at first. I had gone to the nude beach one day after Susan and I broke up. Or should I say Susan left me for yet another woman. I was still living in Susan’s house, but she was away on vacation for the summer with her little Asian friend while I was in the process of moving out. But this day I was feeling sorry for myself and headed out to spend the entire day at the nude beach on the Jersey shore. It was late in the afternoon and most of my friends; guys, gals and other lesbians like myself were heading home. I decided to stay till almost dark when they throw you off the beach. Traffic would be better going home, and besides I had nothing to go home to.I walked down the beach by myself….about two or three hundred feet or so. When I turned around I noticed someone had just put up a green windscreen almost next to my beach chair and beach bag. A ‘BOZO’ I thought! One of those annoying men that move right in next to you so they can stare up your legs or jerk off while kadıköy escort you’re laying there tanning. (Ok, I really don’t mind that, but I was not in that frame of mind that day.) When I got closer I was sure it was a guy because I spotted a motorcycle helmet and motorcycle boots at the edge of the green windscreen.I was shocked to see (as I got back to my own beach chair) that there was only a single young woman sitting there behind the green windscreen. A very pretty woman with reddish brown hair. She was already topless but was still wearing a short beach skirt. Her name was Audrey she told me. She apologized for moving in so close but she said she thought I would not mind since she had seen me before with lots of friends around me. She said she knew the day was getting late and she wanted to enjoy some of the day without the beach bozos continually hitting on her. I laughed and agreed and we started talking. She told me she was a men’s barber, and therefore had enough of men for the week. She also told me she rode her motorcycle down to the beach today and left it locked up in the motorcycle parking area. She did not seem macho, nor did she seem like a lesbian. I wondered why she chose me to sit so close to. I did not ask her.The first thing I really noticed was she had beautiful firm strawberry colored nipples. I don’t ever recall seeing that before. Brown, pink, even almost white. But never strawberry. They looked delicious!I guess she caught me looking at her breasts because the conversation quickly turned to breasts. She remarked that she was annoyed because earlier in the day she had been talking to a young man that just (supposedly) took a cold can of soda and placed it against her nipple. She said she jumped back and was ready to üsküdar escort smack the guy when he said he just wanted to see if both nipples hardened when one was touched with a cold can of soda. Hmm, “I never thought of that” I said. Audrey said she never bothered to worry about that either but now it made sense. The part about the guy with the soda just fizzled away and now she was talking about breasts and nipples. She said she noticed many woman on the beach that appeared to have had breast enhancement and she wondered what their breasts felt like now. She was very clear to say “she was not a lesbian” but wondered what they felt like anyhow. I was not sure where she was going with this, but she had my attention. I grabbed on to the thought. (Not literally, at least not yet!) I said I often had the same thoughts. (being clear to say “I’m not a lesbian either” even though I am!) hehe.I said I admired her strawberry nipples, She said “thank you” but seemed just a bit shy. I said I would love to touch them. She said “ok”. I did. I could feel them harden instantly. I could feel mine harden as well. I didn’t care if one was harder than the other. I could see her take a deep breath and close her eyes. I took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss one, and then the other. I sucked it gently into my mouth and ran my tongue around her aureole, and finished by sucking hard against her nipple till it popped out of my mouth with a wet smacking sound. I had her attention and she had mine. She was breathing heavy and her eyes were still shut. I could feel her hand move across my shoulder and down to cup one of my breasts. She squeezed, first one than the other. A sure sign she was not a longtime lesbian if one at all. Almost no lesbian I know, except one tuzla escort that is trying to be a macho man-like dyke actually squeezes a woman’s breast. It is too man like! Caress, yes! Run her hand smoothly over the flow and shape yes. But actually squeeze ….nope!But she did. And she squeezed my nipples as well. As uncomfortable as it felt, it was a massive turn on. Because here I had a beautiful woman that was not a lesbian, but wanted desperately to try something new. WE call them: ‘Curious’…I let her explore and I explored her. But I decided then and there…..we were behind a windscreen, most people had already left the beach and those that were still there were quite a distance away…..I decided to run my hand up under her short beach skirt. She did not stop me. She was naked under the skirt and soaking….and I mean soaking… wet! My fingers went in easy. She squirmed and moved a little to make it easier for me. I leaned forward again and took one of those delicious nipples into my mouth again. I tugged on first one than the other. My fingers were in her and I ran my thumb back and forth across her clit. It was hard and stubby. I pressed and rubbed and flicked and finally pressed my fingers up against her ‘g’ spot. She came in a red hot gush and spontaneous contractions.She went limp and leaned against me. I wanted her to do the same for me but I understood this was probably her very first time and I did not want to ruin it for her by being to forward. I could see she was embarrassed. And in a hurry to get out of there. I kissed her on the cheek and couldn’t help but kiss my fingers that were just inside of her. She gathered her things up in an awkward hurry and turned to leave the beach. She stopped, turned back and gave me a big kiss on the lips, said “thank you” very quietly and handed me her business card. “Audrey” it said, with a logo of a man getting a haircut. It had the address of the shop but no phone number. “Walk-ins Welcome”…..I guess she was really legit. But I never went to see, nor did I ever see her at the beach again…..oh well! Lori xxxxxx (*)(*)

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