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I moved into their spare bedroom in the finished basement when I was 25. I had a separate entrance from the garage, but we shared the kitchen. I helped with the dishes and cleaning. Sometimes I would even eat dinner with them and their three-year old. They were a young couple, mid-30s, fit and ambitious—somehow already living some secret to happiness everyone else was searching for.

Sometimes when couples finally marry, they seem to shut everyone else out. Maybe so they don’t have to share each other, maybe so they don’t have to share themselves. But they were not that couple.

I met George at training in Seattle for our new jobs at a nationwide company. He was perhaps the most handsome and charming man I had ever met. He was tall and broad and had obviously been weightlifting for many years. He towered over me and made me feel small and dainty, but safe in his presence. His face was kind and he was always cheerful.

When he talked about his wife, Johanna, and their son, he beamed. I thought he was fantasizing—projecting some image of the idyllic family-man. The more I got to know him and his family, the more I realized he was actually happy. I asked him what his secret was and he told me there was none. I had an enormous crush on him, but I kept it to myself.

He made me believe that happiness after marriage, even children, was possible—which I had long considered to be a myth that mothers told their daughters so theirs daughters would go off to marry and have grandbabies.

When George found out we were getting assigned to the same city, Boise, he and Johanna offered to rent me a room in their home while I searched for more long-term lodging. I gladly accepted, hopeful that I might pick up some of their tricks to joy and secretly admire him from much closer up. If nothing else, I could finally glimpse into their hidden despair, validating my happily ever after pessimism and ridding myself of my consuming schoolgirl crush. I didn’t want to be right though.

I moved in late Fall. The city was cold and a bit lonely, but their family was warm and inviting—enveloping me with their kindness in this strange, new place. Winter took hold quickly and as the snow deepened, George and Johanna encouraged me to abandon my home search until Spring. I happily obliged. I loved their presence.

Sometimes I’d think I heard their soft moaning or their bed frame knocking the wall in a steady rhythm. It could have been their son playing or the neighbors fixing something, but I liked to think it was their love making. Sometimes I would catch myself and imagine it was George and me moaning together into the quiet, dark night—his broad body surrounding me, holding me safe in his arms as we writhed together toward climax.

–

It was a Thursday night. George was grilling and invited me to join for a late dinner. Their son was already in bed. I always loved George’s grilling since when we were in training together. This night was no exception.

We started in on the wine, and the conversation quickly took us away. I loved this about our friendship—they were like the happy older siblings I could always admire, but never had myself. The hours wore on, the laughing and the stories until it was after ten. We were all a little drunk and had work the following day.

George went outside to clean up the grill while Johanna and I kept talking at the dining room table.

“I can tell George likes you,” she said, unprompted, but kind.

“Oh,” my pulse quickened. I knew she didn’t mean it in the way I wanted her to mean it. “I’m glad. I like you guys, too.” After a pause, I added, “I really appreciate getting to live here with you. It’s nice.”

“We love having you. We can get bored when it’s just us,” she giggled.

I took a sip of wine.

“What do you think of him?” she asked.

I lowered my brows eyes, “What do you mean?”

“My husband is a handsome man.”

I nodded, worried my voice would give everything away. I adored her husband, almost since the moment I met him. He was a magnificent. Of course he was paired with such a beautiful and strong woman. But my little crush didn’t have to mean anything. I was never going to do anything about it. I loved their family too much to hurt any of them.

She laughed a little, warm. “It’s really okay,” she said. I think she meant it. “You can say it.”

“Yeah,” I admitted it, flat, hoping my admission would make her stop her questions.

“We like having you here,” she said again. Her eyes were soft, smile warm as she leaned into the table for emphasis, making me look directly in her eyes. Speaking in this way about her husband made my heart hammer, but I didn’t want her to see the effect he had on me.

“Woah, I am stuffed,” George bellowed as he came back inside the house. He kissed Johanna on the forehead and then leaned down to bite her ear. I could hear his breath exhaled through his teeth and reverberate against her skin. She giggled and looked up at him.

“So tell us, Abby,” Ataköy travesti Johanna said. “Are you seeing anyone?”

I took a deep breath, “No.”

“Any dates?”

“You know I haven’t really been looking—just focused on getting settled.”

“Well, I’m sure whenever you’re ready, you’ll find someone.”

“She doesn’t have to date, Jo,” George chimed in. “Let her do what she wants.”

“I only meant she’s charming…and beautiful, of course.”

My cheeks felt a little flushed. I wasn’t used to being complimented by such a sexy woman. “Thank you.”

“I’m off to bed. See you upstairs,” George said to Johanna. Then he looked at me, “Night, Abby.”

I smiled at him, but said nothing. My cheeks burnt hot imagining his breath on my own skin.

–

One night, I was in my room writing at my desk in the low lamp light. I guess my door was ajar, because I heard a soft knock and when I turned, George was peaking from inside the door frame.

“I was just coming down to get the laundry, wanted to check on you.”

I smiled, walking toward the door. “I’m good, how are you?”

His grin faded. “Do you trust me?”

I didn’t know what he meant, but I said, “Of course.”

He nodded slowly. “And you’d tell me, if I ever did anything that was too much—that you didn’t like?”

“Of course.”

“I never want to scare you,” he said. “I like having you around too much.” He smiled and began to move as if to leave and my heart started pounding afraid our moment in the dim light of the empty basement would slip away and never return.

“Why would you scare me?” I said, a little breathless.

He shrugged, unsure or unable to say, I didn’t know. “I am a man,” he said after a while.

I nodded slightly, to show him I heard, but I still didn’t understand.

“I’d imagine most young women would feel uncomfortable living with a married couple.”

“I like you,” I said and then I hesitated, because I had meant to say I like it. So I added, “Both of you.”

He didn’t smile. “I like you, too,” he said. “Goodnight,” and closed the door.

–

As the months went on, they grew more and more comfortable with my presence, slowly indoctrinating me into their family. They bickered more in front of me, but never fought. They would touch each other more, sometimes kiss. Sometimes they would be washing dishes or folding laundry, and suddenly George would stop, take Johanna’s face in his soapy hands and he’d kiss her in a way I didn’t think was possible after the first year of marriage. I’d watch the soap bubbles slide down his thick forearms and drip onto her blouse, and then I’d quietly excuse myself to give them some privacy.

On one of the those particularly hot summer days, George had practically ripped her blouse open in front of me. A few hours later, I was making tea in the kitchen when he came in.

“How are you?” he said from behind me.

I was a bit startled, but said, “Fine.”

He started pulling out leftovers and plates for dinner.

After a few minutes, he said, “I’m sorry about earlier today, if that made you uncomfortable.”

I looked over at him, his body turned to face me, open and concerned. I tried to shrug it off, “It’s your house.”

“True,” he chuckled softly, “but we don’t want to make you uncomfortable. We like having you here.”

George reached to open a cabinet above me, his hips pressing briefly against my ass. He continued with his tasks as if nothing happened.

Bearing witness to their intimacy stirred me after years of poor dating and work had deadened my sex drive. Watching them had reawakened that ache I used to feel in school, when the right boy would smile at me. When I watched George and Johanna kiss, when I excused myself, it was as much for their privacy as my own. I’d go downstairs to my room and lay on top of my blankets, letting my hands roam free, pretending it was a wide, strong man touching me, exploring me almost lazily, like we had the rest of our lives to touch each other.

I’d slip my fingers inside my waistband and feel every inch of myself, spreading my wetness, as if readying myself for my imaginary man to fuck me. I came the hardest when I pretended it was George, bearing down upon me against the kitchen counter, his hands soapy and hot from washing the dishes, the suds dripping down my bare breasts, tickling my skin and making me squirm against him. He’d grab hold of me tighter and that’s when he’d cum, laying into me his broad, shaking body. So much man falling to pieces in front of me. I’d drift off and awake sometime later, still atop my bed the sky dark and my clothes still on.

I tried not to fantasize about George as much. I was worried if I kept it up, the more nervous I would become around them, as if they could tell and would be embarrassed or even threatened by me. My greatest fear was they would suddenly realize how inappropriate it was to let a single, grown woman live with them in their home.

–

A few days later, Johanna Bahçelievler travesti and I were in the living room reading while George was getting their son ready for bed. She put down her book and said, “Abby, do you like living here?”

I was surprised. “Of course I do.”

She nodded slowly. “You seem,” she looked down as if collecting the words from the carpet. “A little shy, lately. Is everything alright?”

I nodded.

“Is your family alright? Work?”

I nodded again.

“You know you can talk to us. You feel very much a part of our family and we’d like you to let us in.”

If only she knew exactly how I wanted them to let me in.

“Is it our PDA?” she asked. “I’m sorry if it’s too much. I worry we may feel too comfortable around you.”

“It’s your home,” I told her. But she was right. I had withdrawn so much, afraid they might notice my arousal. I missed them.

“You’d tell if something was up, right?”

“Of course,” I nodded.

She sighed, “Abby, you know we like you.”

I smiled at her.

I tried to ease up. I had lived there for four months and if they didn’t like me, they would have asked me to move out by now. I decided it was all in my head. I tried to make light of all the casual brushes. Sometimes George and I would bump knees under the table, or Johanna would put her hand on my shoulder for emphasis during one of her stories. I let them touch me more, reminding myself they were touching me. They wanted me there.

–

We were around the dinner table again, drinking wine and laughing. George sighed and looked at Johanna the way I always hoped a man might look at me some day.

“I love you,” he told her.

She lit up instantly, “I love you.”

Everyone was a little drunk and loose and giggly. George stood up and reached across to take Johanna’s face in his hands and he kissed her hard and loud. I could hear their heavy breathing. She straightened up and pressed into him, as if faint and needed him to support her. It was probably all the wine. We had drunk two bottles and were on our third.

I wanted to watch them. I wanted to watch every moment of them together and in love and hungry for each other even after all those years of marriage. Instead I looked away to give them privacy.

“She’s embarrassed,” Johanna said.

They were looking at me.

“We’re sorry,” she laughed. “We like you watching us.”

“Jo,” George hissed softly.

“What?” she shrugged. “I like her. You like her.”

George looked directly at me. I tried to smile to ease the tension, but I don’t think I was very convincing. I started chewing on the inside of my lip.

“Kiss her,” Johanna whispered.

I swallowed.

George looked confused and stared down at his wife for bit.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I want you to.” She placed her hand on his chest, smoothing his shirt.

“But you don’t know what she wants,” he said back. Then they both looked at me.

My heart was thumping. It was what I had always wanted but couldn’t speak out loud. Even now, I was nervous this was a cruel joke, an exaggeration—they were teasing me. That didn’t seem like them at all, though. They had always open and honest with me.

“Don’t you want to, Abby? You deserve a nice kiss, too,” Johanna said.

I sat up straighter in my chair, but didn’t say anything, afraid they’d catch me the fool I felt and start laughing. But they didn’t.

George walked over to me, going down to his knees. He was so tall, that on his knees he was now eye-level. He put his hands on my knees and I froze, trying desperately to hide my arousal.

“It’s so cute how nervous she is,” Johanna said.

Clearly not well.

George kept his eyes on me, “Abby, may I kiss you?”

I looked over at Johanna, but she was smiling warmly. I licked my lips and when I turned back to George’s face, his gaze jumped up to my eyes from my mouth. He parted his lips and I heard his breath now pulling steady in and out of him. It was sexy how vulnerable he was, like he wanted to kiss me.

I nodded slightly and he leaned into me, gently, one draw of his lips against my bottom lip, then two. Then he pulled back, his hands still resting on my knees.

“That’s so sweet,” Johanna said quietly, “You deserve it.” I suddenly wasn’t sure which one of us she meant it for.

–

That night, there was a soft knock on my door. When I opened it, George was leaning against the frame, his body wide, blocking the whole gap. I licked my lips momentarily imagining this body above me. I couldn’t help myself with the feel of his lips still imprinted on me.

He sighed, his eyes dark, his body shaking. His chest rose and fell heavy with each breath.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He shook his head. “You need to tell me—I never want to you to do anything you don’t want to. Promise me?”

I nodded.

“All the teasing, I don’t want to scare you away.”

“You’re not.”

“Really?”

I smiled, unable to meet his Bahçeşehir travesti eyes. “I like it,” I said. His body began to relax, his arm dropping to his side.

Then he whispered, “I want you.”

Those three words. I had always fantasized he’d whisper them to me between hot bites to my ear. I felt lightheaded, my eyes suddenly heavy with arousal. He was more man than any other who had uttered those words to me, and I was falling for it.

“I want to touch you,” he said then winced. “I’m sorry, that was too much.”

“It’s okay…I’ve wanted you, too.”

His eyes lit up. “How long?”

I mumbled something, worried I’d give too much away.

Then he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He took my shoulders and pulled me toward him. There was barely enough space to put my hands up against his chest to stop him.

“George—”

“What?”

“Um, you’re wife.”

“She knows I’m down here. She told me I should.”

“Why?”

“Because she knows that me liking you doesn’t mean that I love her any less.”

“She’s okay if we do this?”

“Of course.”

I was gone. My last defense fell away, matching his quivering body. It was unsettling, but exciting, to feel such a big man shiver around me. I felt small and delicate and delicious under his appetite.

But his kisses were soft, painfully soft in contrast to his hard body, as if he had to force himself to be gentle with me. Most of the men I had been with had fumbled, using all the wrong angles and I had to tell them to be gentle. With George, there was no other way with him.

Though this time, I wanted him to be rough. I needed him to take hold of me and release all this energy I had be burying for so many months. This was my one opportunity, and then maybe we could finally return to our pleasant cohabitation.

“Take me,” I barely go the words out before his fingers started to claw at my clothing.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said hotly against my ear. So cool and collected normally, this new intensity was shocking, but in the best of ways.

He pressed me backward, deeper into my room. His hands began grasping at my back, cupping underneath my ass and pulling me tight against his hard body. I whimpered and suddenly he was off me.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He was large man, but I trusted him. “You won’t hurt me.”

“You okay?”

“Yes,” I laughed softly.

He smiled then. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I could never tell if you did.”

“You’re married,” I shrugged. “I wasn’t allowed to want you.”

He looked at me for a moment, brushing his thumb against my cheek, and then he leaned into me again.

My room felt suddenly very small under his grasp. His mouth was possessive, leaving no inch of skin unkissed. I wondered if this was how he and Jo embraced—maddening. No wonder they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

His hands started to pluck off my clothing piece by piece, finding their way to my skin and up my spine. I shivered as the cool air found my skin, but his hands were warm and firm. He pushed me down to my bed and came over top me, casting a shadow across me with his body. His passion was urgent and it overwhelmed me. Within moments I was naked and my back, and he was pressing my legs up against my chest so they were out of his way as he began to lap at my center.

I gasped—his need was intoxicating. A man hadn’t been between my legs in months, maybe more. I couldn’t remember, I couldn’t think. I just wanted to feel him.

With his mouth still on me, he drug his fingers up and down against my folds, wetting them, and then pressing one digit inside me. He started to pump upward toward the ceiling as he latched onto my clit. My heart tried to break free from my chest, my back arching as much as it could against my legs folded against me, like a pleasant barrier to struggle against. It was almost uncomfortable, but I dared not change anything about this moment. My head reached back, letting my climax rip through me. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out for those few, silent seconds—we could only hear that wet, rhythmic gushing sound with each of his strokes.

“Yes, baby, yes. Squirt for me,” George said muffled into my skin, “God that’s so sexy.”

His pace slowed as I started to come down from my high. My legs and his arms were soaked with my wetness.

But as soon as I caught my breath, he was pumping me again, almost milking me to orgasm. I started to squeal, but he covered my hand with his mouth. The feel of his strong hand holding me down make me peak again.

He did this over and over. Easing up, then coming for me again, one hand thrusting between my thighs and the other covering my mouth, until I lost track of time, and place, and every other sense except the delicious ecstasy he summoned from me at his whim.

Eventually my skin became ripe and tender and I was aware of the cool wetness beneath me. I grabbed his wrist with my hand. “Please,” I said breathless. “Sensitive.”

He released my legs and I stretched. They were stiff and aching from straining for so long, but my body was still trembling. My heart still pound against my chest, like in a trance, somehow still having satisfying, little orgasms, mild and delicious.

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They certainly didn’t intend to have an affair. Neither of them was really looking for it. But they had always gotten along so well together that none of their friends, or even their spouses, should have been too surprised.

Both Gwen and Ross had been married for quite a while, just not too each other. Gwen had married Dave, her high school boyfriend, and Ross married Gwen’s college roommate and good friend Kate. After graduating, the two women had remained close over the years, and the couples went on “double dates” regularly. They occasionally took vacations together, and Gwen and Dave were always included in the annual ski trip at Ross and Kate’s cottage over Super Bowl weekend.

It was Gwen who first started joking about how the two couples had gotten crossed, noting that she and Ross drank vodka, loved chocolate, went to bed early and always got up before sunrise, while Kate and Dave both drank scotch, never touched dessert, preferred staying out partying late at night and getting up around noon.

Ross and Gwen shared other personality traits – both were analytical – he was an engineer and she was an accountant, and very introspective, bordering on introverted. On the other hand, Kate and Dave were more people-oriented, outgoing and effusive personalities in line with their occupations – a teacher and a salesman. The fact that Ross was married to Kate and Gwen was married to Dave seemed to be validation of the old adage: “opposites attract”.

But differences like these can cause friction in marriages over the years, and the four would all admit that they were not immune. Conflicts had never grown to the point where either couple had talked about divorce, but neither marriage was the fairy-tale relationship that they had hoped for.

Ross and Gwen could spend hours talking to each other about anything, to the point where Kate asked why he couldn’t carry on that level of communication with his own wife. Ross countered that when he Kate talked, they invariably were trying to solve a problem, usually between themselves, and the give and take involved in finding a solution agreeable to both spouses can be inherently difficult. On the other hand, when talking with Gwen, all he had to do was listen and offer some form of solace.

He didn’t think that there was any super emotional bond being developed between him and Gwen, but he had to admit to himself that he enjoyed talking to her. There was no down side. He also had to admit to himself that his marriage had probably gotten to the point that he avoided deep conversations with his own wife. He hated conflict, and that’s where most of their conversations seemed to end up.

The couples liked to go up north on Super Bowl weekend because nobody else did, most people preferring to stay home to watch the game. But from experience, the two couples knew that on Sunday, you could clean up the cabin, get in a good day of skiing and still be home before kickoff.

To call the place a “cabin” was really a misnomer – it was more like a very nice house on a beautiful lake in northern Michigan. It had four bedrooms, plus a guesthouse, a great room with a big stone fireplace and picture windows facing the lake, and a huge, rambling deck with a hot tub situated right off the master bedroom.

Kate and Ross had driven up a day early to get the driveway cleared, the house prepped and allow Ross an extra day of skiing at a resort nearby. By the time Gwen and Dave had arrived in the late afternoon, Kate was preparing a big lasagna dinner and Ross was just getting back from his day on the slopes.

At dinner, more than a couple bottles of wine were consumed, and afterwards, the couples retired to the great room for after-dinner drinks. The conversation and music were mellow, and even before 10pm, his day of skiing was catching up with him and Ross was yawning. After skiing, his standard routine called for getting in the hot tub just before bed. When he announced his plans, Gwen said she wasn’t long for the world either, but Dave and Kate were obviously ready to party on.

Ross went into the master bedroom, stripped off his clothes, wrapped a towel around his waist and went back to the kitchen to mix himself one last vodka and tonic, or as he put it: “hydration therapy for the hot tub.” Gwen walked into the kitchen and knowing full well that the answer was “no”, she asked him what if he had on his bathing suit under his towel.

As he walked away with his drink, Ross chuckled and said, “What do you think?”

She surprised him by saying “well, let’s find out”. Ripping his towel off of him, she playfully ran back into the great room, proudly waving her trophy.

Nudity never really bothered Ross, so he chased Gwen, being careful not to spill his drink. He caught her in front of the fireplace, grabbed his towel, and bent down, catching her at the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. She hung upside down, spanking him on his bare butt, laughing and saying, “put me down, put me down. Somebody help me! I’m being carried away by a naked man!” Kate dutifully recorded the moment, Erenköy travesti taking a picture with her cell phone as Ross carried Gwen into the master bedroom before putting her down gently on his bed.

“Careful who you play with. I could let out the caveman in me and have my way with you, right here and now” he said. She lay back, propped up on her elbows, grinning mischievously at him. He noted how her eyes darted up and down his body, pausing just a bit while she looked at his penis. She continued to smile as he threw the towel his towel by the door and walked out to the hot tub.

She thought to herself “he’s got a real nice, tight ass.”

Gwen went back by the fire and said she was going in the hot tub too. Kate had no intention of going along; Dave thought about it, but it was too much work, it was too cold outside, and besides, he was enjoying the fire.

Gwen went up stairs and took off her clothes. She was more than a couple years over forty, and had two kids, but she still wore a two-piece bathing suit. She wrapped her towel around her body, went downstairs and mixed a vodka drink of her own, asked Kate and Dave if they were sure they didn’t want to join her and Ross, but she already knew the answer.

Kate noted the exposed straps of Gwen’s swim suit and called her a prude for wearing it into the hot tub Gwen shrugged her shoulders, accepting the description and headed into the master bedroom, out the sliding door and slipped into the hot tub.

Ross was surprised to see her join him, and being a gentleman, he got up a bit and helped her into the hot tub, trying vainly to keep the water level above his waist. Gwen noticed that it was dark enough that she couldn’t see any details. As she eased herself into the hot water, Ross expressed his disappointment that she was wearing her bathing suit. She laughed and said, “Nobody wants to see this old woman naked.”

Ross was quick to reply “Gwen, don’t take this the wrong way, but you have a great body, and you should show it off more. I mean, you’re the only woman our age that still has a two-piece bathing suit, much less look as good as you do in it. Plus, you’re not old. Heck, you’re younger than me, and I still think of myself as young. Or maybe I’m just immature.”

She replied, “How can I take that the wrong way? That’s very nice of you to say that, but I just don’t feel as comfortable being naked as you seem to be.”

Ross was surprised. “And why is that? Why wouldn’t you feel comfortable enough with your body to get naked in the hot tub? It certainly isn’t the harsh lighting out here – you can barely see anything anyway. Is it your own self-esteem? Are you afraid your spouse will disapprove? Or is it that you don’t feel comfortable enough around me to be naked? I hope you don’t think I’m being creepy, but it just surprises me at you don’t have more self-confidence in this area. You do know how good looking everybody thinks you are, don’t you?”

“Well, no, I never get told that, especially by Dave. He never mentions if he likes the outfit I’m wearing, he never notices when I get my hair cut, and I never get compliments from him if I lose any weight.”

Gwen and Ross were always open and frank with each other, and there were no subjects that were taboo between them, especially when they were alone together in the hot tub. She went on to rant about a number of things that were wrong in her marriage, and she finally got to the subject of sex. “We rarely have sex anymore, when we do, it’s wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, and he falls asleep. Let’s just say that it hasn’t been fulfilling for me in years. In fact, it really never has been. What the heck, as long as I’m laying it all out in the open, I can truthfully say that I don’t he even knows where my ‘magic button’ is.”

“Well,” Ross replied, “can’t you be responsible for your own orgasm? Can’t you roll your hips to position yourself so that you can get off too? I assume you can have an orgasm, right? There’s no physical limitation that’s preventing you from coming? Other than Dave’s ineptness?”

She quickly said, “it’s tough to do anything from underneath, and he steadfastly refuses to let me get on top. And yes, I can come. Sometimes after he’s fallen asleep, I take care of myself. But it would just be nice to have somebody that cared about my pleasure half as much as he does about his own.” She paused before asking, “so, do you always take care of Kate, or is this a typical male thing?”

“You can ask Kate, but she’ll tell you that I have long subscribed to the ‘ladies first’ theory of sex. I know I’ll always get my turn, and since I have to admit that duration isn’t my strong point, I’ve found ways to keep her happy. But that doesn’t seem to matter anymore; She’s just not interested in making love with me, no matter what the time or place. She even described it as just ‘one more chore’ she figures she has to do around the house, like washing windows or laundry. Jeez, is it that bad? Worst of all, when we ‘schedule’ a date in bed, she starts to pick little fights with me the whole Beşiktaş travesti day, and we end up mad at each other and sex becomes the last thing either of us would want. I don’t think there’s another guy, but you never know.” Half jokingly, he added “heck, I’ve probably got a better chance of having sex with you this weekend than with her.”

They both fell silent for a minute, and Ross thought Gwen was adjusting her bathing suit. But suddenly, she held both pieces up in front of her, wadded them up together, and wringed the water out of them. She then turned, reached over the edge of the tub and put them on the deck behind her. Since his eyes had adjusted to the low light, her breasts were very visible to Ross and she took her time sitting back down. “Are you happy now?” she asked.

“Well, of course. But mostly because I know that I know you feel comfortable enough with me to be that open. Nudity doesn’t have to be sexual, but it can still be intimate in a way; it expresses a closeness that is above the normal level of most relationships.”

They continued to talk about a myriad of things, and like they always did, they found they agreed on most points and held the same outlook on every major issue in life. They knew each other well enough that they could finish each other’s sentences; they each knew how the other felt about almost any subject.

Finally, Gwen declared that it was time to go back inside, lest their spouses find them naked together. But their real fear should have been that their spouses would find them communicating like true lovers.

Gwen turned to retrieve her bathing suit, and reached over the edge of the tub, only to find that the wet suit had frozen to the deck. She stood half out of the water, trying to pull it free, but it was frozen solid. “Damn,” she exclaimed, “I don’t want to ruin that suit, but I really would feel more comfortable if I was wearing my suit when I walk past our spouses. What am I gonna do?”

Ross said he thought he had a solution, and told Gwen to watch from inside. Cautiously, she got up, climbed out of the tub and hustled into the master bedroom. Knowing full well he was watching her, she grabbed her towel, drying herself slowly. In the well-lit bedroom, she was aware that her naked body was very visible to Ross, and just for his viewing pleasure, she turned around several times, allowing him to look her over very closely. He certainly liked what he saw. Eventually, she held her towel modestly in front of her body, and looked back out the window to see how Ross was going to free her bathing suit. He splashed a little hot water from the tub, and both pieces easily came loose. She laughed at his simple solution and she poked her head outside and said “please bring it in here for me, won’t you?”

He climbed out of the tub, shook off some of the water from his body and walked leisurely inside, handing her the bathing suit. He stood there in front of her, naked but not ashamed. She let her towel fall to her side, and they looked each other over from head to toe. Ross leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, but quickly backed away, saying, “they’re right there in the next room.” He persisted, pulling her close to him, their naked bodies touching, and he kissed her again, more passionately this time. She didn’t resist, and could soon feel his penis swelling against her stomach. She pressed her breasts into his chest and held him tightly, but only for a moment. She pushed away, looked at him and smiled appreciatively. Then she put her bathing suit quickly, wrapped her towel around her body and walked out the bedroom door.

He walked back out on the deck to put the hot tub cover back in place. He could feel himself shrinking in the cold air, but he was thrilled with how the evening had turned out.

Saturday

As usual, Ross was the first one up and made a big pot of coffee. Gwen came downstairs shortly after, and pointed out that coffee was about the only thing they disagreed on – she liked what most would consider ‘normal strength’ while Ross liked it strong and thick. He poured her a cup, and added a little hot water from the tap and said, “Here, just the way you like it.”

Gwen asked him if he knew what time Dave and Kate had gone to bed, and Ross had no idea. “I slept like a rock” he said, “and I feel pretty good for it. Never heard Kate come in, but that’s not unusual.”

Gwen complained, “It was after 1am when Dave came into our room. To make matters worse, he snored the rest of the night, so neither of us will have our A-game going today.”

Kate got up an hour later, and since she didn’t ski anymore, she started laying out her plans for the day, which she assured would include a nice long nap. She promised to have dinner ready by the time the skiers got home and asked them to call her to see if anything was needed from the store.

After 9am, Dave had to be roused so the skiers could get going. He had a cup of coffee and spent the next half hour in the bathroom. Things weren’t much better on the slopes for Dave, and he Avcılar travesti went in early for lunch. Just after noon, Gwen and Ross found him sound asleep by the big fireplace in the lodge, and didn’t wake him. After lunch, Dave hadn’t moved, so Gwen and Ross went back out and skied together for almost two hours. Dave finally caught up with them around 3pm and claimed he had been trying to find them since noon. The additional sleep had done him good, and he had turned chipper and full of energy. Gwen rolled her eyes as he dominated the conversation their first chairlift ride together.

Super Bowl Saturday dinner was always pork tenderloin, and the only thing the men had to do was turn on the grill and stand around turning the meat once in a while. Meanwhile, the women worked away inside, preparing the other four courses, which required much more effort. In spite of the labor differential, Ross and Dave complained that they had to stay outside in the cold, while Kate and Gwen got to stay cozy and warm. Ross kept knocking on the window, indicating that he wanted the women to flash their breasts, but he was getting nowhere. Kate quietly said to Gwen “I’m tired of his constant obsession with anything to do with sex. God, I wish he’d leave me alone.”

Gwen said, “I’d appreciate some interest, heck, any interest from a man. I wish my husband looked at me with a little lust once in a while. He never looks at me, hasn’t in years.”

Kate countered, “You want some interest? Go ahead, show them your tits, and I assure you that they will be staring with all the lust you’ll ever want to see.” Just to make her point, Kate turned to the window and pulled up her shirt, letting her large breasts fall out from her bra. Sure enough, both guys cheered wildly. Kate continued, “c’mon Gwen, now it’s your turn.”

But Gwen hesitated, until she saw Ross silently mouth “please,” and she decided to go ahead with it. She smiled broadly as she pulled her shirt up, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts. Dave wasn’t even looking, but Ross sure was. He was smiling appreciatively and could be seen mouthing “thank you” as he stared at her body, much the same as he had done the night before. She realized she really liked his attention, and she felt sexy and beautiful, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in quite a while.

“You’re blushing,” Kate told her, “but I’m glad to see that you’re not as prudish as I thought you were. You need to lighten up sometimes.”

“So does Ross bother you about sex too much?” asked Gwen.

Kate quickly responded “oh God yes. Sometimes I just wish he’d have an affair so he’d leave me alone. I mean, he’s very good in bed, but I just have zero interest. I just look at it as one more household chore to be done as few times a year as possible and still get by.” Gwen chuckled to herself at hearing the exact same phrase that Ross had used the night before.

Dinner was once again exquisite, and everybody pitched in to help clean up. When the table was cleared, the dishwasher was loaded and the leftovers in the kitchen, the four friends debated what to do next. The Indian casino not too far away was the previously agreed after-dinner entertainment, but Ross declared he was too tired to go. “And besides, you all know that I hate gambling.”

Both Kate and Dave had gotten in pretty good naps, so despite staying up late the night before, they were ready to hit the long ball again tonight. They had their coats on and were ready for the forty-five minute drive each way. Gwen was ready to go with them, but she backed out at the last minute, saying she wanted to read her book, or otherwise just take it easy. Kate asked her “can I trust you at home alone with my husband?” Then she chortled to herself, not feeling threatened by her seemingly “prudish” friend. Besides, even in the unlikely event that Gwen did have sex with Ross, that might mean he’d leave her alone.

So Kate and Dave headed out to the casino, and Ross and Gwen went back in front of the fire. They sat on the sofa together and talked for a few minutes, until Ross stood up, offered her his hand and said, “let’s go in the hot tub. And no starting out in your bathing suit tonight.”

Gwen hesitated because she had inkling where this was all going to lead. Maybe it was the wine with dinner, or the vodka drinks she had already consumed, but she made the conscious decision that she was all in. She was going to go along with anything. She wasn’t going to make any moves, but she knew that she was going to do anything that Ross wanted. Anything.

She took his hand, and he led her into the master bedroom. After grabbing two towels, he unbuttoned her shirt, helped her remove it and then unsnapped her jeans, letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of her discarded pants and stood there in her bra and panties, watching as he took off his t-shirt and pants, and then slid down his briefs. Finally, he pulled her close to his body, unsnapped her bra and slid it off her shoulders. As they kissed, she could once again feel his penis start to swell against her stomach. She stepped back and slid off her panties, and they were standing completely naked together. Ross whispered in her ear “they’re not in the next room tonight. I want you. I need you, and I’m going to have you tonight.” He led her to the bed and she lay down and surrendered completely.

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It was a hot summer day, so I put on a light white T-shirt and a pair of shorts, while Stacy put on a very light sleeveless summer dress that showed off plenty of her ample cleavage and barely made it to her mid-thighs. The fabric of her dress was so light that it was almost see-through. In the sunlight, anyone who looked closely would think that she was wearing a white bikini underneath. Of course, I knew that she was wearing her sexy white almost-transparent bra and panties.

“We have to do something about that erection of yours,” she said.

“I can’t help it,” I replied. “I am still horny and you are so hot. It’s harder to hide in shorts.”

“Aren’t you wearing underwear?”

“Yeah, tidy whities, but still.”

On the way to Brittany’s apartment, we stopped off to pick up some food for brunch. Brittany picked up some Gatorade for me to drink to take care of my erection. She knew me too well at this point. I guzzled the Gatorade.

When we got to Brittany’s apartment, I tucked in my erection under the waistband of my underwear to hide it, but I didn’t have to hide it for long because I could feel my bladder starting to fill with urine already,

Brittany answered the door wearing a bikini and a see-through fishnet type coverup. She really was very sexy. It was going to be very difficult to lose my erection now.

After exchange pleasantries, Brittany said she had a better idea of where to have brunch. The original plan was to eat on the balcony of her apartment, which had an amazing ocean view. Instead, we could go to her parents’ beach house. She would drive us there in her convertible. I had to sit in the front seat because there wasn’t enough leg room in the back. Stacy sat in the back with the food. Stacy took off her coverup and sat in the driver’s seat next to me. I had an amazing view of her almost-naked body right next to me. My erection was raging.

About a half-hour later, we arrived at the beach house. It was the last house on a long peninsula, with the property surrounded on 3 sides by water. The large property included a private outdoor pool as well as a large Jacuzzi. My first stop when we arrived was the bathroom after we brought the food in. Finally, I could walk around without fear of my erection showing.

We ate brunch in the patio of the house. And sat around talking about this and that. Mostly, Stacy and Brittany talked girl-talk while I enjoyed the view. There was beauty everywhere: beautiful ocean view in 3 directions, beautiful bountiful cleavage and miniskirt views from my wife, and beautiful bikini-clad views from Brittany. I tried my best to not look at Brittany so much, but it was difficult.

“C’mon guys, lets go to the pool,” Brittany said. As we walked over to the pool, she asked my wife, “Aren’t you going to take your dress off?”

“We didn’t bring our swimsuits,” my wife answered.

“Oh,” Brittany said with a surprised look on her face. “I just figured you were wearing a white bikini under that dress.”

“No, it’s just my bra and panties.”

“Well, you could just take off your dress anyway and get some sun. It is very secluded here. Just me and your husband. It is almost the same as a bikini anyway, right?”

Stacy gave me a look that said to me, “play along.”

“Well,” I interjected, “Brittany makes a good point.”

“What about him?” Stacy asked as she unbuttoned her dress.

“You’re wearing underwear, too, right?” She asked me.

“Yeah! What’s good for the goose…” Stacy said.

“I don’t know…” I answered. “I could just take off my T-shirt and leave my shorts on.”

“Don’t be silly,” Stacy said. “You’re going to want to jump in the Maltepe travesti pool. You can’t get back in Brittany’s car with wet shorts on.”

At this point Stacy finished taking off her dress.

“Wow!” Brittany interjected. “Stacy, you look great in that lingerie. Doesn’t she look great?” Brittany walked up close to Stacy to get a better look. “It is almost see-through. Very sexy.”

“Yes, very sexy,” I said. I guess a half-hour had almost elapsed since I urinated, because my erection started to come back, but it wasn’t noticeable yet.

After I took off my T-shirt, Brittany said, “You can take off your shorts too. I don’t mind.” She then dove into the pool. “Come on in. The water is great.”

Stacy jumped in the water too. I could see through the water that Stacy’s lingerie had become completely see-through now. My erection was starting to grow. I had to do something quickly. So I quickly took off my shorts and jumped in the water. That usually causes some “shrinkage.” to hide my erection. It worked!

After a few minutes of playing in the water, the girls decided to leave the pool and go lay in the sun. I felt awkward being the only one in the pool, so I followed. Brittany’s body was absolutely irresistible in her barely-there bikini as it glistened in the sun. Stacy’s body was even more irresistible in her now completely-transparent lingerie. I was too scared to look at my own underwear to see how transparent it had become.

“You know your lingerie is completely see-through now, right?” Brittany asked Stacy. “You might as well go naked.”

Stacy just looked at me.

“I’m sure he won’t mind if you go naked, would you?” Brittany asked me.

“Whatever Stacy wants,” I answered-.

Brittany picked up some sun-lotion and started applying it to her legs. She gave the bottle to Stacy as well.

Stacy sat up and told me to put lotion on her back. I did as she said. As my hands approached her bra, she unhooked her bra and took it off. I continued to apply the lotion on her back till I reached her waist. At this point, she stood up and took off her panties. She then lay down prone on the pool chair and told me to continue. I continued to massage the lotion into her lower back, then her buttocks, and the back of her thighs and legs. In the meantime, Brittany had finished putting lotion on herself except her back.

“Britt, do you want him to put lotion on your back too?” Stacy asked her.

“Only if you guys don’t mind,” Brittany said.

“Why would I mind?” Stacy asked.

“Well, your husband’s umm.” Brittany said as she pointed to my erection.

“I don’t mind if you don’t mind,” Stacy said.

Brittany lay prone on her beachchair. As I walked over to her, she pulled on the string tie of her bikini top to open it. I applied lotion to her entire back down to her bikini waist-line. My erection was raging at this point. But Stacy decided to tease me some more. She turned around and lay supine and said, “My turn.”

So, I went over and applied lotion to her belly, her shoulders, her arms, her chest, including her breasts. Then, I applied lotion to her legs. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked as she parted her legs a little.

Brittany giggled. “Yeah, you wouldn’t want her to get a sunburn there, would you?”

I proceeded to put lotion on her pussy too. She let out a few soft moans as I did.

“You are so lucky, Stacy,” Brittany said. “You know, you should put lotion on him too.”

“You’re right, Brittany,” Stacy replied. “Do you want to help me?”

Stacy got up and I lay down in her beach chair prone. Brittany tied the string back of her bikini Ümraniye travesti top and came over and started putting lotion on me. Two gorgeous ladies, 4 pairs of hands putting lotion on me. Then they had me flip over and they put lotion in my front side. Every inch my body was covered with lotion except for my underwear. My erection, of course was in full overdrive mode.

“I am sorry about his erection, by the way,” Stacy said.

“It’s only natural,” Brittany said. “No worries. In fact, if you want to remove his underwear, I won’t mind. His underwear is see through now anyway. Besides, it is my fault. If you guys had known we were coming here, you would have prepared better.”

Stacy’s hands moved to my underwear and she started to slowly pull them down.

“Prepared better?” I asked, as Stacy pulled my underwear off my erect penis, completely exposing me.

“You would have come here with your swimsuits,” Brittany said, “and maybe you would have had a little sex first this morning, things like that.”

“Funny you should say that,” Stacy answered her, as she applied lotion to everything my underwear had been covering except my penis. “We did have sex this morning.”

I couldn’t believe this conversation. I also couldn’t believe Stacy was now putting lotion on my scrotum and the bottom of the shaft of my penis.

“Really? Is she telling the truth?” Brittany asked me as she put more lotion on my chest, and as Stacy continued to apply lotion to the shaft of my penis, working her way to the tip.

I nodded yes. I was otherwise speechless.

“Tell me the truth,” Brittany said, “What exactly did you two do? – And I only want you answering me as Stacy continues to put lotion on your dick.”

I looked at Stacy, who was pretty much giving me a handjob at this point. She gave me a look that told me to divulge exactly what we did.

I was breathing heavy because of the hand job, but between the breaths, I managed to say, “I rubbed her pussy, I ate her pussy, she put my dick in her mouth, then I put my dick in her pussy.” I grabbed Stacy’s hand and stopped her from continuing with the handjob. “Stop! Stop!”

“Why should I stop?” Stacy asked me, as she stopped stroking my penis.

“I was getting close to orgasm,” I answered.

“I don’t mind if you cum,” Brittany said. “In fact, if you feel shy about cumming in front of me, I will go inside for a few minutes so you two can have some privacy.”

“No, no, absolutely not!” Stacy and I both answered.

“I am just saying, either way I am fine with it,” Stacy continued. “In fact, I am very impressed by your sex lives. Actually, I was kind of hoping to watch more of the two of you in action. For example, I was kind of hoping you would have continued rubbing Stacy’s pussy to orgasm before as well.”

“You mean, like this?” I asked, as I sat up and started rubbing Stacy’s pussy. Stacy became weak in her knees and sat down, then lay down.

“That’s not fair,”Stacy said, as I continued to relentlessly rub her pussy.

“You are right, Stacy,” I said. “It isn’t fair that no one is rubbing your tits. Brittany was rubbing my chest at the same time when you were giving me a handjob.”

“I can help with that,” Brittany said, as she walked over to her and started to caress her chest. At this point, I put a finger in Stacy’s pussy as I started to lick her clitoris. Brittany continued to play with Stacy’s breasts. We continued this until Stacy had a very strong squirting orgasm all over my face.

“That was great!” Brittany said. I just realized that Stacy was right about Brittany, she is a bit slutty.

Stacy and I walked over to Tuzla travesti the outdoor shower and rinsed off and came back.

“Sorry about that,” Stacy said. “We got carried away, I guess.”

“No, it was great,” Brittany said, “really! Now it is his turn. Go for it, Stacy. Make him cum!”

I looked at Stacy. She gave me a look, and I immediately understood that she wanted me to make a move to get Brittany closer to a threesome with us.

“No,” Stacy said.

“Ok,” Brittany turned to me and said, “well, at least, jerk yourself off.I want to see you cum.”

“No,” Stacy repeated as I looked at her.

“Ok, my love,” I said.

“I don’t understand,” Brittany said.

“You see,” I explained, “Stacy and I are playing a sexual game for a few days. I can’t do anything sexual without her permission. Also, I must obey her every sexual command.”

“Really?” Brittany responded, “That’s so hot. Show me some more.”

“Ok,” Stacy commanded me, “I want you to stroke yourself for 30 seconds, while only looking at Brittany, but no cumming.”

“Yes, my love,” I said as I obeyed. Brittany took off her bikini top as I stroked. I stopped after about 15 seconds of stroking.

“Why did you stop?” Stacy asked.

“I am sorry, my love,” I answered, “I was starting to get to close to orgasm, so I paused.” I proceeded to stroke another 15 seconds.

“I have go to try this,” Brittany said. “Now I want you take off my bikini bottoms as you kiss my tits.”

I looked over at Stacy, whose facial expression told me things are going very well with trying to achieve our goal.

“He only listens to me, Brittany,” Stacy retorted. “I want you to start kissing her tits as you gently caress her pussy through her bikini bottom, then I want you to kiss your way down to her bikini bottom as you continue to rub her pussy.”

“Yes, my love,” I said as I obeyed her commands.

“Now remove her bikini bottom and look at her pussy,” Stacy commanded. I obeyed. “Do you like her pussy enough to eat it?”

“Yes,” I answered, “definitely. Not as much as your pussy, but still very sexy.”

“Ask her permission to eat her pussy,” Stacy commanded.

“May I please eat your pussy?” I asked Brittany.

“Yes!” Brittany answered excitedly. “Please! Eat it! Please! I am so horny. Lick me till I cum!! What are you waiting for?”

“He won’t do it until I tell him,” Stacy said. “Brittany, I want you to lay down on your back with your legs parted. I am going to start kissing your breasts. He will start eating your pussy as I kiss and play with your breasts until you cum.”

Brittany obeyed Stacy. Stacy started move very slowly to get into position to kiss Brittany’s breasts, as I got into position to eat Brittany’s pussy. Brittany got impatient and started playing with her pussy, As soon as my wife started kissing Brittany’s breasts, I removed Brittany’s hand from her pussy and started eating it until she came.

“That was amazing,” Brittany said. “He is almost as good as a lesbian. But with the two of you together… WOW!”

“Go take a dip in the pool and cool off,” Stacy told me. I immediately jumped in the pool and did a lap.

Brittany called me over when I was done with the lap. “Tell me what you told me.”

“I want you to follow Brittany’s instructions for the rest of the day,” she said. “You have to do whatever she says. It is not cheating because I gave you permission. The only thing I ask is try your best not to cum unless you cock is in my pussy. If you do cum outside my pussy, I won’t hold it against you, I promise.”

“I can’t do that,” I replied. “What is she tells me to specifically cum when you after not even near me? What if she asks me to hold still and not move while she stimulates me to orgasm?”

“Then so be it,” she answered. “I give you permission to cum of she forces you to cum, but I want you to try your best not to.”

“Ok, my love, I’ll do it.”

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The feel of your firm soft body nestled back against me as we shower together (must conserve water of course!) and I soap your breasts and your tummy from behind with sweet low scented soap. As the lather builds, so does the heat in your pussy as my fingers find their way southward towards your hot core. You spread your legs slightly and allow me just a hint of access to the treats I know lie within. My finger tip grazes to hood of your clit and with a start, you can feel it emerging from its protective cover; I take the bold move to insert my soapy finger slowly into the entrance of your full vulva and gently squeeze those lips between my fingers and thumb.

At the same instant, my other hand cups your left breast and lifts the firm globe as I brush across the turgid aroused nipple with the flat of my thumb. You moan softly, “Oh yes, my darling! Like that!’ as your hand snakes between us and you grip my hard cock in your delicate soft hand. You stroke me slowly and gently as I tug and pull your engorged outer labia and pry them apart to allow a stream of warm water to splash directly on your exposed clit!

You move your feet a little wider and with that movement, my fingers slip fully inside Göztepe travesti you; the slickness of your cum drenched pussy combines with the foam on my hand to allow even deeper penetration. As you stroke my cock – a little awkwardly since your hand has to reach between our snuggly fitted bodies – I speed the movements of my fingers as your pussy grips them tightly in a wave of another orgasm while I continue to roll your nipple top its hardest ever!

As the shower flows around us, the soap is rinsed off your body and I turn you around to face me and lift your right leg to the molded seat in the corner of the tub surround.

You lean back against the end of the stall as I crouch before you and as I do, I start at your neck (after a soft brush of my lips across yours of course), down to your rising and heaving chest to lave the glistening and softly scented skin of each tit. I start at the crease under each where they meet the wall of your ribcage since I know how sensitive this is for you and then move upwards, over the gentle curve of each breast to the glorious hard nipples crowning them. I circle each nipple in turn with the flat of my tongue as you grasp my hair and try Küçükyalı travesti to force me to feast on those delectable morsels. I only resist for a moment and then proceed to suck on each as you are overcome with a nipple induced orgasm and I can smell that cum flowing!

Waiting no longer – I can’t bear not tasting you – I finally crouch before the altar I worship and descend upon your heated flowing pussy. With your leg raised you have opened yourself to me and you grip my hair so hard I think you will pull it out. Your other hand flies out to grab the shower rod to steady yourself as you start to hump my face. Pulling me deeper and deeper into you, I reach my tongue almost to the edge of your g-spot; sensing the proximity is enough to send you into spasms of orgasmic delight and your sweet cum – the most wonderful taste in the world to me – fills my mouth and flows down my throat as I devour you!

I move my tongue to your clit and suck it with my yearning lips; I replace it in your pussy with my fingers, I do curve all three upwards to touch your g-spot and as I do, a jolt of electricity seems to pass through you as you shudder again and again!

Not to be outdone, Avrupa yakası travesti I stand and lifting you out of the tub, still dripping wet, lean you over with your hands braced on the vanity facing the lighted mirror over the sink. I spread your legs wider and with one thrust, drive my steel hardened cock all the way into you almost lifting you off the floor. You look into the mirror as I pound into you – you meet every thrust – and meet my eyes. Both of our eyes are smoldering with the pent up passion and need to cum and within a few minutes we are crying out together, “I’m cumming!”

You spray gush and gush of your sweet juices along my imbedded cock as I fill you to overflowing with my hot cum spurt after spurt! Our juices mix together and run down our legs to the tile floor.

Quickly, I lower myself behind you and fasten my mouth over your still pulsating pussy to capture the entire outflow, swallowing most of that delicious cocktail but turning you and kissing you deeply as we share our taste with you!

As my cock softens, I lean over your back, cupping your full breast in my hands and whisper, “I love you and will for an eternity, my darling!”

You respond in kind as we step into the still running shower to rinse our sated bodies and then, after toweling ourselves dry, we walk hand in hand to the bedroom and climb under our cozy comforter. We melt into each other’s arms and sleep full of dreams about our future to come – so full of love and happiness.

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Coming up around the next bent I saw her a few hundred yards further up the crest walking alongside her mountain bike. As I came closer I noticed how it seemed to be taken a lot of effort for her to even walk up the steep hill and when I passed her and saw the fatigue on her face I stopped immediately to offer my help.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

She had stopped as well and could barely speak to thank me. Observing her dried-up lips and the despair look in her eyes, it was obvious that she wasn’t. Quickly I grabbed the bidon from my bike to offer her some water, which she eagerly placed at her lips to take some generous gulps. After she had almost finished it all, she got her voice back a bit and started to explain to me how this was her first time cycling in this area and that she totally had miscalculate how hot it would get here. Only 1 hr into her journey she had completely emptied her water bottle and realised too late she had to get back to an area with some civilization to get some more water.

“Well you’re lucky,” I said. “Civilization is just over the top there and that is also where my truck is parked. Why don’t you give me your bike and I walk you up there.”

I offered my hand to introduce myself, “I’m Jack by the way.”

A smile spread across her face and for the first time I realized how beautiful her lips were. After some fresh water they had regained some of their natural pink colour and revived to their fullness.

“Hi Jack by the Way, I’m Mandy very lucky,” she joked while shaking my hand. “You have no idea how glad I am that you stopped to help me”

“I don’t think I would have made it on my own,” she continued as she handed me her bike.

Taking the bike from her in my hand, I offered her to lead the way. With one bike in either hand I followed her up the single track. Mandy’s petite figure was a joy to my eyes as I let them gaze down the small of her back towards her firm rounded butt that was outlined in her spandex shorts. She was maybe around 5′ tall with toned legs that widened slightly at the hips to give her a very feminine hourglass figure. Though I shouldn’t have been thinking about it I could not stop my mind from wondering what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around my waist and feeling her soft bum in my hands. It made my cock twitch under my cycle pants just as the front wheel of her bike hit a big rock and I almost tumbled over.

Mandy stopped and turned her head over her shoulder to look back what was going on and asked, “Are you ok back there?”

Her warm smile made my blood start to race through my veins even faster and feeling my face get flushed, afraid that she might have read my mind I quickly answered, “Yes I’m fine, just hit a small bump on the track back there.”

“Oh ok, you need to watch out for bumps,” she replied with a smile. “I’m in no position to lend you a hand if you hurt yourself.”

Not sure if it was the heat affecting my brain or the fact she was not herself due to the dehydration, but it sure looked like she was trying to flirt with me. Even following her up the remaining few 100 yards I was sure she just put a little bit more sway into her hips and I could not veer my eyes away from her sweet looking bumps all the way to the top. From there on the path widened up, leading to a recreational area and a car park. It allowed me to walk-up beside her to tell her that we were almost there and that I had some bottles of water in the cooler of my truck. By the look on her face I could tell she was relieved and the sound of more refreshing water was welcomed with another great smile. As we walked onto the carpark, my truck was the only one there and after resting the bikes against the back I got my car keys out of my pockets and handed them over to her.

“Go have a rest, the water is in the cooler in the back cabin,” I instructed her. “I will load up the bikes and take you where you need to go.”

As I picked up her bike to load it up the bike stand on the bed of my truck I noticed the sticker from Russel’s Bike Shop and the rental label. Immediately it became clear to me that she must not be from around here, which why it was her first time cycling these canyons and her miscalculation of the heat. While I finished loading up the bikes and securing them, I thought to myself that she was probably here on business and where she would be staying. My imagination started to run wild ideas into my head that she might be all alone tonight and I could be getting lucky taking her out later this evening for a bite to eat and maybe something more. When I got into the driver seat I was rewarded with a stunning view. Mandy had removed her helmet and her long wavy blond hair was cascaded down over her shoulders. Her seat was slightly reclined and she had her eyes closed. The zipper of her cycle jersey was pulled down just far enough to allow her to rest a cold water battle at the top of her chest. With just the top of her ample breasts on display I watched some clear drops Kadıköy travesti of moister trickling down her soft tanned skin, before they disappeared under her jersey. Though they were not huge, her breasts still looked impressive contrasted to her petite frame.

Barely able to think by the distraction I caught gently and said, “So where do you need to go?”

The heat must have done a toll on her as she looked at me with dozy eyes and started to explain that her car was at this bike store called Russel’s. Actually it was her friends’ car, who she was visiting for the week. She had dropped her off in town earlier because she had to do a late shift at work, before driving to Russel’s for getting a ride in.

“I’m not feeling much like driving yet, so perhaps you can drop me off at her place,” she suggested.

“But how will you get back to Russel’s to pick up the car later and get your friend from town?”

She looked a bit confused at the point I was making and obviously had not thought that far ahead yet so I quickly added, “Why don’t you come back to my place, you can take a shower and get some rest. If you feel better later I will drive you to Russel’s or if you are still feeling pooped, I can drive you into town to pick up your friend from work when she is done and drop you both off back there.”

“That is so sweet of you, are you sure I’m not burdening you?” she asked.

“How could it be a burden helping a sexy girl like her,” I thought and replied, “Not at all, it’s my pleasure to be able to help a fellow cyclist”

“I don’t know how to thank you.”

Her sweet smile made me feel warm in side and after I acknowledged her question if she could get me a fresh bottle of water as well, that heat was rushing straight down to my loins. Leaning over the centre console to reach for the cooler in the back, the side of her jersey pulled open baring her right breast to me, only concealed by the lace cup of her bra.

“Here you go,” she said without shame, handing me a fresh bottle of water.

The brief moment had caused my own predicament of a rapidly growing cock that started to become rather obviously outlined under my latex cycling shorts. Hoping she hadn’t noticed, I thanked her for the water and quickly started the car to drive off. It took about 20 minutes to get back to my house, which is located in a cul-de-sac on the other side of town. With Mandy resting next to me it was hard to keep my eyes on the road and every now and again I sneaked a glance down her legs or at her jersey which she had not bothered to close all the way back up. By the time we got there I had to nudge her to wake her up again.

“We are here,” I told her and got out to open up the garage.

When I got back in to park the car into the garage, she had woken up slightly and was looking around to get her bearings. The cul-de-sac I live at is very quiet and secluded with only 6 freestanding houses in a half circle surrounded by woods.

“Wow,” she said in awe. “You live here all by yourself?”

Unfortunately I did. My previous relationship had ended about 2 years ago and determined to keep the house I had been working two jobs to buy her out and pay her share. It was probably the only good thing I gained out of the 7 year marriage.

“Yes, just me, myself and I,” I joked.

Walking into the house it became obvious that I was living on my own. There were beer bottles and a pizza box with two slices of cold pizza in it from the previous evening still sitting on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry about that, I had not expected any company,” I said while grabbing them and walking towards the large open plan kitchen and dropped them on the large centre island full with more dirty plates and empty beer bottles. “Let me show you where the bathroom is so you can take a nice shower and freshen up a bit.”

“That sounds great,” she smiled back at me and followed me down the hall.

We walked past the guest bedroom towards the bathroom next to it. Luckily my dirty laundry and undies I always throw into a corner in my bedroom, so besides the male grooming items lying around on the double sink, the place was tidy. After showing her the fresh towels in the cupboard and how to operate the walk-in rain shower, I left her to herself. There was some cleaning up I had to do back in the kitchen and living room. One load in the dishwasher plus a rubbish bag filled, my place was looking a bit more representable 30 minutes later. There had been no sign of Mandy yet, so I thought to check on her. When I walked passed the spare bed room, I was again stunned by another marvellous view. There she was naked on the bed with just a towel covering her lower half. Without the restrictions of her laced bra, her breasts looked even more magnificent. Two full round globes with puffy pink nipples. My cock instantly jumped to attention again and I fled to the bathroom, afraid she would wake up staring at me.

There I found her garments on the sink. Not Kurtköy travesti just her cycling pants and jersey, but also her bra and panties, which were matching the charcoal lace fabric of her bra. I picked up her bra and looked at the label. It was some French brand, Parfait Bras, size 30D, which was bigger than I expected. It was not actually full lace, just the edge, with soft cotton cups. Running the lace through my hand and tracing the cup imagining them filled out by those young perky breasts made my other hand go straight down to my groin to rub my straining cock under my cycling pants. The fact that I was feeling and looking at the undergarments that was covering the most intimate parts of this young sexy girl was surprisingly arousing and before I knew it my shorts were down my ankles with the lace of her bra wrapped around my hard shaft, which I was stroking in frenzy.

Bringing her undies under my nostrils I could smell her sweet perfume and it was like I lost all senses. Never had I felt so aroused masturbating and I felt pressure in my balls churning. Large globs of pre-cum were oozing over my large purple mushroom head each time I stroked my hand upwards, just stopping at the rim. With my other hand I guided her panties towards the tip to gently rub the sticky clear liquid over the soft cotton insides of her thong. Without warning my cock started to spew thick streams of semen. The first two thick blasts shot straight into her panties, but with the uncontrolled movements the third gust roped threw the air over the sink. Almost in reflex I placed my other hand in front of it and filled the cup of her bra with 3 more jets of cum.

It had been a few days since I had jerked off, but I was shocked by the force of my orgasm and the amount of cum which I had spoiled her under garments with. Even more so when I realised that giving in to my sudden urges I completely had forgotten to close the bath room door and I was now left with cum stained bra and panties of an innocent young girl I had offered to help. Quickly I grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist and together with my own cycling gear and hers I walked to the laundry closet. Checking the label on her bra, I was relieved they could be machine washed. Throwing them quickly in the machine for a full clean and drying cycle in the hope they would be done by the time she would wake up. Afterwards I took a shower to get cleaned up and was just trying to think of an excuse why I would have put her stuff in the wash. I had not heard the door open up while I was lathering myself up with soap and giving my semi flaccid prick another quick rub.

“Oh sorry,” I heard her say, “I didn’t know you were in here.”

“How could she have missed the noise of the shower,” I thought to myself while I tried in vain to cover myself up as she stood there in the door opening completely naked.

She didn’t even shy away as I told her I would be two seconds. I quickly rinsed the soap, turning towards the shower wall, still feeling her eyes on me.

“Do you know what happened to my clothes that I had left here on the sink?” she asked.

As I turned to grab the towel from the divider between the shower and the sink, she was just a few feet away. Our nakedness only separated by a mist of condensation on the glass. “Uh, they were kind a sweaty, so I threw them in the wash,” I replied.

“Ah, and was that to do me a favour, or did you just want to have me walk naked around your house,” she said a devious smile and giving me a wink.

The whole situation had caused for the blood to race straight down to my groin again and trying to wrap the towel around my waist my hard cock was getting in the way. The fact Mandy had walked around the glass to meet me at the entrance of the walk-in shower did not help things either. Right there in front of me stood a gorgeous young blond girl in her birthday suite. My eyes trailing all the way up from her feet. Her toned legs were crossed, hiding her most private parts, but her breasts stood right out with those puffy nipples slightly pointing upwards. Her skin was perfectly tanned, with just a small triangular patch of whiter skin marking those perfect boobs.

“I was wondering how I could thank you for rescuing me,” she said with a naughty smirk on her face while she looked at the rather large tent protruding under my towel.

“Mandy, I’m sorry,” I said, still trying to be a gentleman, while all I wanted was to ravish her right there.

“Wow, I think I have quite a lot here to be thankful of,” she tempted while her hand traced the outline of my cock.

Before I could respond she had dropped to her knees and her hands had removed my towel. My cock jumped up right at her face. She wrapped one hand around my shaft, her fingers barely encircling ¾ of its thickness. Whatever I had imagined earlier while jerking of with her underwear, was nothing compared to feeling her lips engulf my cockhead. As I looked down, I was met by her eyes looking straight Pendik travesti up at me while she was trying to take as much of me into her mouth.

“Oh Mandy,” was all that escaped my lips as she slowly started to bob her head up and down.

Despite her skills her petite mouth could barely take half. With her lips stretched around my shaft she stroked the lower half with her hand in the same rhythm. Below her sweet face I could see her breasts gently swaying in the same motion. Her nipples erect and her areolas forming little cones on top the two perfectly rounded orbs, proving her own state of arousal. She withdrew her mouth completely only to replace her efforts with her tongue as she started to lick my cock head like she was licking an ice cone. Tracing her tongue all around the rim, paying extra attention to the crown area at the back where the foreskin was jointed. Together with the slow stroking motion of her hand it made the pre-cum ooze from its tip, which she lapped up eagerly followed by savouring it on her tongue before licking her lushes lips.

Her other hand had gotten busy between her own legs and however much I was enjoying her mouth ministering my cock, I was desperate to find out just how tight that sweet pussy of hers would feel nailed on my cock. Putting my hands on the side of her shoulders I guided her back up to her feet. She knew what I wanted and the way she looked up at me with those begging eyes, she wanted it too. Seeing her completely naked up close just filled me with more desire. One in particular and in an instance my hands were on those perky tits. They felt soft yet full and I let my fingers trace to the little darts that were pressing against the palm of my hand. As I let them ran between my fingers she pushed her pelvis into me and stroked my cock.

“Fuck me Jack,” she moaned in my ears.

I wanted to do nothing less, so I let my hands slide down her side following her small hourglass figure till they rested on her curved hips, moving them around under her bubbly butt before lifting her up from her feet. Her legs wrapped around me with my cock pressed between our bodies and her arms around my neck. With her small posture her face was just at my chest and she was still looking up at me with those hungry eyes. Lifting her up higher I brought her face closer to mine till our lips met. They felt soft and warm and her kiss was passionate with her tongue darting around mine. With a slight movement of her hips, my cock sprang right up under her pussy and was met with the same warm wetness. She started bucking her hips in anticipation while I held her ass just in place to feel her soft pussy lips slide back and forth along my cock making it slick with her juices.

“Please stop teasing me!” she ushered.

With my hands holding her ass I pulled her open for me and with a slight lift of het body my cock found her entrance. My cock head stretching her lips apart as I slowly lowered her booty down.

Mandy moaned deeply, “Ahhhhhh Jack you’re soooo…” right when I sank her all the way down.

Feeling her tight pussy give way to my invading thick rod, gripping me like a vice when I lifted her back up. Almost letting it slip out before plunging her back down.

“Ooohh yesss, fuck me,” she coaxed me on with a husky voice.

That is just what I did and started to rock her up and down on my cock while she hang on to me tightly. But she kept begging for more, willing me on to take her faster and harder with each deep stroke. With her still impaled on my cock, I walked over to the large sink and sat her down. Mandy knew exactly what I wanted and arched her back, resting on her arms behind her. With my hands now free I spread her legs and pushed her knees up towards her. I looked at her clean shaven cunt now fully exposed to me, with her thick swollen pussy lips wrapped around my thick shaft, and started to ravish her with long deep hard strokes. Streaks of her milky cream clenching around my shaft easing her tightness.

Watching my cock stretching her like that and seeing her inner lips sealed around my thick shaft each time I withdrew was an extremely hot sight. If I hadn’t jerked off earlier I was sure I would have been to boiling point by now, but I was still far from it right now and knew I would be able to relish taking her for quite some time. Her exquisite breasts rocked up and down in unison with my thrust and begged to be touched. Leaning over and hooking her legs up in my arms, I cupped them in my hands and rolled her nipples between my thumb and index finger. Mandy moaned with appreciation and by the way she was breathing and moving her head side to side it was clear she was getting close. She acknowledged this looking at me with intense desire and moaning, urging me to make her cum.

“Ohhhhh yesss…” came from her lips with each deep thrust into her followed by, “Ahhhh please… don’t stop…”

I squeezed her nipples and she wailed, “Ahhhhhhh fuck yesssss! You’re going to make me cum like that.”

Again and again I pulled almost all the way out till her puffy lips were trying to hang on to my big purple mushroom head, before driving my cock back deep into her. Its entire length brushing along her swollen clit till my pelvis bone bucked against hers.

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There goes a story in the old Indian literature, which narrates about an ascetic, who performed a tapasya (meditation) to please the gods. The gods were apprehensive of the powers he would beget in case he succeeded in his motives, and sent a supernatural beauty, an apsara to disrupt his meditation. The rest is left to the imagination. Let the imagination run wild……………

Suddenly, the sound of ghungroos filled the air. The whole atmosphere was bathed in divine orange hue, and the whole place smelled with a heady flowery fragrance. The sound of ghungroos approached closer, chum…chum…chum.

Soon, the sound of ghungroos was accompanied by various other musical instruments, played by other divine beauties, who gathered around in a semi circle. These voluptuous, curvaceous beauties were dressed in pure white and gold, and the whole atmosphere was bathed in a sensual aura by the presence of these dazzling beauties.

One could hear the footsteps, adorned with ghungroos, following the beat, moving the lithe body in a tantalizing sensuous sway. The music and the ghungroos, made for a spell binding rhythm, and the invigorating fragrance, and the soft orange hues of light laced the atmosphere in a sensuous hue, with the lithe body of the dancer, swaying to the music, swirling and twirling, dancing as if under a spell.

The ascetic, unnerved with all this, continued with his meditation. He could sure inhale the fragrance, and perceive the presence of the dancer, swinging, swaying and moving around him in gentle sensuous movements, her supple, elastic frame moving in unison with the music.

The music turned faster, but despite this, was pleasing to ears. Fast beats, as if the music was struggling to keep pace with the movements of the apsara, and the apsara trying to stay a pace ahead of the music. Beads of perspiration glimmered all over her body, reminiscent of the burning desire within, to let her sexuality overwhelm everything that crossed her way and flood the atmosphere with her sensual heat, tinged with her feminine perfume and the floral scent that bathed the atmosphere. The dancer now moved in a closer circle to the ascetic, and filled his nostrils with her delectable perfume, a heady mix together with the flowery fragrance of the atmosphere. She would dance inches from the ascetic, making him feel her presence and her warmth.

The ascetic was a bit disturbed now. He was now visibly perturbed with the sense of someone moving so close to him, in front, at the back, at his side, he could feel the presence of warm soft flesh, he could feel the heat emanating from her form, and he could smell the feminine perfume fill his nostrils. He could feel her warmth and almost hear her heartbeats, beating fast in a sensuous rhythm, and feel her bosom heaving with oozing sensuality. She was dancing just inches from him, sometimes stooping so low that her lips were just inches from his, or her breasts were just about grazing his Travesti cheeks, or stood close to his with her mound of Venus right in front of his nose, filling his nostrils with her feminine perfume. She was growing bolder and bolder with each step; now her breasts would nearly graze his back, now she would turn around and let her hips press into his back. When she twirled, her clothes would send a gentle breeze across his body. She was now stooping in front of him, her breasts just inches from his face. He was quite perturbed by now and opened his eyes in a trance.

Before him stood the divine charms, a dazzling angelic beauty one could only imagine in one’s dream, and could hardly imagine seeing in his lifetime.

He watched in awe the divine beauty, standing before him adorned in gold and white. Her blonde hairs were braided with sweet smelling jasmine, soft flowing tresses flowing down to her hips. Her face was reminiscent of an innocent child, perfect oval with big ocean blue eyes, lined with kohl and the traditional eye make up, a small delectable nose, high cheek bones, and fuller lips a shade of red roses, soft and delicate like the flower itself. She had a long slender neck, with raised collarbones below which started the expanse of her pert breasts, which stood proud, veiled in the translucent chiffon cloth that restrained them. Under this veil, the pink nipples, crushed against the gold ornaments, nevertheless were sufficiently on display in all their glory through the translucent fabric. The elaborate design of the ornament, adorning those precious rubies, displayed them teasingly rather then concealing them, unwittingly drawing attention to these juicy feasts. The half globes of soft succulent flesh struggled unsuccessfully to free themselves from the gold ornament that held them together. Her ribs tapered down to a narrow waist to flare up again in lush beautiful hips, covered with gold ornaments and white satin embroidered with gold border. Her thighs, whose shape was evident from the fabric, that caressed them, tapered down to long, shapely legs, with golden ghungroos, tied around the ankles. The numerous round of saree was draped sufficiently so as not to reveal a thing, but at the same time, giving the hint of the promising treasure concealed underneath.

The music was now down to a slow sensual beat, and she, oblivious to the music stood just inches from him, looking intently into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts. Her bosom heaved and her breasts, with little pearls of sweat adorning them, rose and fell in a rhythmic beat, trying to follow the beats of the music.

Something stirred between his legs, and he forgot his purpose, the reason why he was here, mesmerized, with their gaze locked, he lifted his hands to draw her close, but only succeeded in getting hold of the delicate chiffon material, that covered her upper body, when suddenly, as if awoken from a deep slumber, she twirled away from him. The Ankara Travesti fabric, with a gentle caress of her breasts gathered in the hands of the ascetic.

She continued with the dance, her form more charming now that only a gold ornament covered her upper body, drawing attention to her feminine charms, instead of serving their purpose of hiding them from the eyes of the earthly creatures, full of animal lust. Her pink nipples were already hard, struggling against the gold ornament, as if pleading with it to let them go, to be freed from their confines,

His hands were now eager to squeeze her beautiful breasts, to see them in their natural forms, see her divine charms in the natural beauty she was born with, devoid of any earthly restraints, and mold them to the shape of his hands, knead them, ravish them, feast on them, his mind raced to imagine thousands of things he would love to do with those breasts.

Suddenly, twirling and dancing to the fast beat of music, she moved in close to him, took his hands in hers, and pressed them to her breasts, leaving him exasperated. Caressing her breasts with his rough hands, she slowly turned around, looking back seductively in his eyes, locking them for a moment, and then dropping them to draw his attention to the knot of fabric on her back, that helped the gold ornament confine her breasts in captivity.

His hands reluctantly slid away from her breasts, caressing the bulge on her sides till they came to the knot, and tried, trembling and shaking, to undo the knot, his eyes drooled in anticipation of the feast that lay ahead.

No sooner had the knot been untied, and the fabric fell on her sides, she swayed away swiftly and sensually to the fast rhythm of music, holding the ornament with her palms, teasing him, letting the pressure go, and allowing the jewel to slide down, till a large portion of her areole and hard pencil erasers of her turgid buds peeked from behind her fingers. She danced towards him, and as soon as his hands reached for her soft mounds, she moved back, leaving the ornament in his hands. She slowly danced backwards, her globes freed from the confines of the ornament, jiggling and jumping as if celebrating their independence, eager to dance to their own tune.

The site she presented was sufficient to bring the dead back to life, before her sat a humble human, or rather a beast, deluged in her charm, seething with animal lust, with nothing but just the burning desire to spend himself in her eternal beauty. Her pale unblemished skin glowed in the orange light, with beads of perspiration glowing like pearls on her skin. The divine beauty, irresistible even in a plain dress and devoid of any ornamentation or makeup, was leaving no stone unturned in waking the animal in this ascetic, and tame him with her feminine charms.

She raised her hands and folded them above her head, making her proud jugs stand out, the pink peaks provocatively inviting. İstanbul Travesti The flat of narrow stomach, adorned with a deep belly button, adorned with a glowing jewel, tapered out to form the perfect figure any women could possess. Her lower body was covered with a fine silken fabric, tied low, just above her pubic mound. She presented a heavenly sight, worth dying just for a glimpse of her. She drew her knees to the outside; nearly seating her in a squatting position, making her labia thrust out, and form an outline against the thin fabric. She lowered her hands and brought them forward, in a mark of respect to the ascetic, and then standing slowly up, lifted one leg, and placed it on her inner thigh, standing in a dance mudra, like a goddess, a statue sculpted in white marble. Only the beads of perspiration, and the slow rise and fall of her bosom with each inhalation, gave her identity away, of being a living creature. Slowly twirling on her toe, she slowly resumed her dance, turning her back to him, presenting him with the uncovered expanse of her back, the hour glass figure only wrapped in a thin silken fabric. Swaying slowly and sensuously to the beats of music, she moved towards him, and pulled out an end of the fabric tucked in front, and waved the small end of fabric before his face. Coaxing him to hold the fabric, she danced backwards, jumping on one step, raising the other till her leg was parallel to the ground, letting the fabric slowly peeled of her shapely thighs, revealing the enchanting beauty further more, leaving him drooling.

She was now only covered in a small gold ornament, barely covering her feminine charms, held in place by thin silken strings, hardly visible unless one strained to focus on them. The ornament was shaped in the form of a scorpion. The claws slightly parted her love petals, the pink of her cleft seductively inviting, and the stinger curved sensuously to rest on her nub, the claws spread across her labia, as if trying to claw her.

She danced to the beats, and turned and swirled, swaying sensuously to the music. The ascetic was having a hard time containing himself: While she danced with her face to him, the lush ripe melons of her globes laced with cherries were provocatively inviting, the feminine charms, accentuated by the golden ornament were irresistible temptations. When she turned around, she appeared in her complete natural charms, the thin strings of the ornament hardly visible, snug between her ass cheeks, and the elegant hour glass figure, the dimples on the small of her back, and the broad expenses of her juicy supple ass cheeks, tapering into superbly crafted long legs, were a treat to the eyes.

Unable to contain himself, he got up and moved towards her, the bulge in his lion cloth was a pointer to the animal lust which had overtaken him.

Hearing something move behind her, she turned around, and seeing him move forward, she froze in her place. The ascetic moved slowly forward, as if drawn forward by a spell. Just a few inches from her, he stopped, and watched her angelic beauty intently, before taking her chin in his hands, and murmur inaudibly, “What is your name young one, and where do you come from?

To be continued….

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My husband has a really nice Harley. I love to ride with him so much. We rarely get the chance though because of the kids, work and being so tired.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, not a cloud in the sky. The kids were at their dad’s house and my husband didn’t have to work. He asked me since we had the time if I would like to take a long ride with him, naturally I said yes.

As soon as I got on the bike and he started it the vibration from it got me so excited I was ready to start squirming. We drove down a dirt road, not one other person was around. My hubby had to take a leak so we stopped.

We had a blanket with us and I spread it out on the ground. When he was done he came and sat by me. I was so ready to make love already I was trying to think of ways to seduce him. I asked him if he would rub my legs they were kind of cramped from riding. He slid my boot off and started rubbing at the bottom of my leg. I asked him to rub higher. He looked at me funny but he obliged me and did it.

I started unbuttoning Antalya Travesti my shirt just a little. He looked up and saw what I was doing. He got the hint that I wanted to fuck right there. I saw the twinkle in his brown eyes as he started rubbing my legs just a bit higher. I got wet thinking about him touching my clit. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to he brushed it softly as he rubbed a little higher. I felt myself take a quick breath and then I felt him unsnapping my shorts.

Finally I glanced down to see he was pushing through his jeans. I knew then he was as excited as I was. He slid my shorts down and easily slipped them off. I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and it slid open revealing my 36 d breasts and rock hard nipples. He leaned down a gently bit my left nipple while his hand was pinching my right one. I was already moaning and humping his leg begging him to take his pants off. He just smiled and kept on biting and pinching, harder now. He continued this assault on my breasts till I thought I would Konya Travesti scream from the agony of needing him to screw me.

Without one word he undid his pants and slid them off never taking his eyes off me. I tried to reach out to touch him and he roughly said “NO.” I laid back and wondered why he wouldn’t let me. He lifted my legs to his shoulders, and positioned himself at the right spot and with one long drive he pounded into me. I screamed from the sweet pain it caused and clawed at the ground He had my knees pinned and had me so spread he that he could easily enter but he was so rough that he was lifting my ass off the ground with each time his hard dick pounded my pussy. He was increasing his speed and force that I was so close to cumming. He knew it was close to exploding so he stopped. I felt him pull out me. I cried no please and he just grinned at me. In one swift movement he flipped me over to have me on all fours. He pushed my legs apart with his knees. I felt him grab my hair and yank it as he İzmir Travesti entered me from behind just as forceful as before. I cried out from it. The pain making me even wilder, I started bucking him. Crying out to him “FUCK ME!” Begging him to rip my cunt into. I felt him tense up as he said ok bitch you want it rough? I said “Yes I want it rough, make it hurt.”

Without another word he frantically started gyrating his hips as he fucked me so hard my whole body shook. I could feel my body getting ready to climax, I screamed at him to let me cum. He pounded and pounded and I felt the rockets of the best orgasm I had ever had in my life start. He continued his assault and I felt him tense and knew he was ready to blow his load too. Stream after hot stream of his cum squirting into my pussy, the wetness from his load and my orgasm making a sucking noise as he continued fucking me. We collapsed onto the ground finally spent, energy drained.

He looked at me when we finally got up and got dressed and said ” I think we need to take a lot more rides like this one, don’t you?” Smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary, I innocently looked at him and said, “Next time you ride bitch.” With a final glance back we were back on the road to head home for some more fun, but that’s another story.

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George Long had come home, exhausted as usual, only to find his wife still at school – also as usual. The only good thing to come of this was that he had some free time for the first time in weeks. So, he decided to do what he usually did in his spare moments – masturbate. George and his wife, Jenny, were very much in love, but Jenny just didn’t have the sexual drive he did. Married for about a year already, the two just never had the amount of sex that George would have liked. 5’10” , blonde, with blue eyes, George didn’t really start to fill out till when he met Jenny. As such, she was his first and only sexual partner. They had been together going on four years, and he was never happier. Early on, Jenny sometimes complained about his extra pounds here and there, and as a result he had become 160 pounds of lean muscle. If she ever bothered to look hard enough, she would notice the ripples of a six pack and tone biceps and triceps – two of the things she said she always liked. Not like getting in shape had any residual benefit for George – they hadn’t had sex in two months and counting. It wasn’t for lack of interest on George’s part – he would try, set the mood, light candles, surprise her in the shower, any number of things, all to no avail. The normal course of events would culminate with kissing deeply, perhaps on the bed even, and her whispering ‘But I don’t really want to have sex tonight…hope that’s okay.’ What could he say? ‘Of course, honey,’ and he would roll over with an unsatisfied hard on. Jenny’s 5’9″ , 125 lb frame, filled out nicely by 34C breasts, was just too inviting to give up on. While he would never cheat on his 23 year old brunette wife, he just couldn’t look into her brown eyes without thinking of what could have been.

So on this day when he saw she was not home, he instinctively knew what to do. Flipping on the computer as he walked by, he went up to their bedroom and changed into more comfortable clothes. He also grabbed a towel and went to grab the bottle of lubricant he stored under the sink. Empty. Just great…he couldn’t pass this up, though, so he went downstairs anyway. The computer was booted up and he immediately went to that all-to-familiar folder containing the various porn movies he had downloaded over the years while Jenny was out. He picked a particular favorite – a Bang Bus clip. The Bang Bus was essentially a group of guys driving around in a van and picking Anadolu Yakası Travesti up ‘random’ women. If it sounds sketchy, that’s because it is. These girls have fears and worries, but after promises of only asking questions and offering money, the girl gets into the van. All on tape of course, the girl eventually consents to suck off and get fucked by one of the guys in the van. In the end they leave her somewhere on the road. George liked to see the way the girls were persuaded to get into the van. It all seemed too convenient to him, like it was staged. But he especially liked seeing the oral sex. Something Jenny rarely did – she claimed it hurt her jaw and when she did do it, never let George cum in her mouth because she said it made her tongue numb – George could just imagine a pair of warm lips engulfing his 8″ cock. Closing the door to the extra bedroom downstairs, George also remembered another point of contention between him and his wife. Wanting to make some extra money, she decided they should rent out a spare bedroom. He didn’t want to at first – he had this idea that they could walk around naked and have sex everywhere without any bothering him, but he realized what a fantasy that was and not reality – but George wouldn’t mind the extra money so he agreed. Getting into the movie now, he found the guys spotting a good looking younger blonde girl. They asked her the requisite questions – school, sexual history, if she ‘partied’ – and before long the girl was topless. Soon she was posing in positions and being told she would be paid. George knew the good part was coming up, so he deftly lowered his pants and let out his aching dick. Slowly, idly, he stroked it with the tips of his fingers as the girl spun around to reveal a pair of smaller breasts. She was told to remove the guy’s pants and started to do so just as George heard the garage door. Frozen for a split second, a wry smile crossed his face. If Jenny caught him, perhaps she would join in. Then again, she would probably get pissed, but this was something he hadn’t tried yet so he thought it was worth it.

The garage door closed as the cameraman on the screen was trying to convince the girl to suck on the other guy’s dick. George heard the door open over his shoulder. He just continued as if he didn’t hear anything. He heard footsteps growing closer then stopping right behind him.

“I like this episode – Antalya Travesti good choice.”

Jumping out of his seat, George spun around and looked down on someone who definitely wasn’t his wife. Short – about 5’3″ he was guessing – this girl had shorter blonde hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt, but her jeans clung nicely to a pair of curvy legs. After giving her the once over, his eyes came back up to meet hers. She was just smiling nicely and, after sharing a look that was probably a second or two too long, her eyes went past him to look at the computer.

“I like her technique. This girl really knows what she’s doing…taught me a thing or two, I have to admit.” And with that the stranger pulled up a chair and started to watch the porn.

George was stunned to say the least, and couldn’t think of anything else to do but to sit down. Suddenly he realized that he was completely naked from the waist down and, what’s more, still holding his hard cock. He quickly started to pull up his pants and stuff his dick into them when the girl lightly touched his arm.

“It doesn’t look like you’re finished there.”

“Umm…” George stammered, “I think I was pretty much done, thanks.”

Smiling again, that easy going smile that put George at ease, she said, “I couldn’t live with being responsible for that. Let’s just watch the show and you do what you like…forget I’m even here.”

Still too stunned to really understand anything, George barely was able to nod and turned back to the screen, dropping his pants and watching as the girl knelt down and started to lick the head of the dick on screen.

“You see?” said the girl next to George. “That is amazing. If I was a guy, I would love to have that done to me. I don’t know if I have it down quite yet, though.” She bit her lower lip in a look of concentration as she watched the girl on the screen. She then looked back to George, who was in turn looking at her, then her eyes moved down to his cock. George looked down too, only to find he was still instinctively stroking his dick lightly with his fingers.

“Oh, that can’t be – no lubrication?” And George started to explain that his had run out, but before he could the girl had knelt down and was hovering above his dick.

“I just want to try this out. Let me know what works for you.” And without another word, she snaked out her smooth pink Ataşehir Travesti tongue and flicked the tip of George’s dick. He let out a loud moan as two month’s of sexual frustration settled into the eight throbbing inches of his body that happened to be entering a stranger’s mouth. She slowly licked the tip, alternately flicking and nibbling the head of the dick. George was starting to like this as suddenly she plunged the whole cock straight down her throat. This was a sensation he had never felt before – Jenny’s mouth was too small to accommodate him – and it was something he knew he had to feel again. Just letting her throat get accustomed to his size, the girl started to rub George’s balls. Kneading them in her fingers, she pulled them down and away from his body and her mouth started to rise up the length of his member.

Looking up, George saw in amazement that the girl’s movements on his own cock were mirroring those of the girl on the screen almost exactly! Realizing he had the real thing kneeling before him, George looked down to admire the sight of a young hot stranger stuffing her face with his cock. Her head bobbed up and down, varying speeds, and her tongue swirled around the head of his dick every time his dick almost escaped her mouth. She tightly gripped his dick in her lips, slowly working her way up its whole length, till with a pop it came out. Her hand flashed up to his dick, stroking it as she treated the head of his cock like a Blow Pop. This was more than he could handle, and George’s hands went to her head, trying to coax more of his cock into her mouth. He was surprised to find that she was eager to engulf him again, and as her lips slid down the length of his cock, her nose coming to rest against his hard abdomen, he felt a torrent of cum erupt from his balls. What felt like shot after shot came forth into this young blonde’s mouth, and the only reaction was to swallow quickly and rub his balls.

After a few seconds – or was it minutes, hard to say in that state – George looked down. His cock twitched as he saw the girl’s eyes staring back at him. Her cock-filled mouth smiled up at him, and he down at her, when they both heard the garage door open again. George scrambled to simultaneously pull up his pants, turn off the computer, and somehow find a place for the girl to hide. She just stood up and looked at him, a small dribble of cum sneaking out of the corner of her mouth. George could just stare and gesture to her face, so she reached up and wiped the cum onto her finger. Sticking it into her mouth, she sucked it clean, all the while never letting her eyes leave his.

“You must be George. I’m Samantha, your new roommate. But you can call me Sam.”

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This story is fiction. Please be advised that this fictional story involves exhibitionism, voyeurism, forced-sex play, and rough sexual contact between consenting adults.

*****

I am one of those lucky bastards who is fortunate enough to work from home. I am a freelance writer, mainly of technical articles. I never know when a new assignment will come in, especially since I do a fair amount of work for overseas companies. So, I work from home, where I have an office with all the necessities – computer, laser printer, copier, fax machine, etc. There are many great advantages to being able to work in my own office in my own house, but I am especially lucky because of the view I have had from my office window for nearly the last five years.

My office is on the second story of my house, and the window in my office overlooks the backyard of the house next door. Most of that view is a wall of greenery – a privacy hedge that blocks much of the yard next door even from my second story vantage point. However, by fortunate chance, a break in the foliage of the privacy hedge is perfectly placed for a person at my office window to see an area of the patio of the house next door that is perfect for sunbathing, as well as the steps leading down into the built-in pool and the first three yards or so of the pool itself.

However, for the first four years I lived in my house, it was not clear to me how lucky I was that my office window was perfectly positioned for observing sunbathers in the neighboring yard. The homeowner at that time, Mrs. Randle, was a sweet, friendly widow in her 70s. She was a great neighbor, but not much of a viewing interest.

When her sister lost her husband in 2009, Mrs. Randle concluded it made sense for the two of them to live together. Her sister lived in Florida, and Mrs. Randle further decided it was best for them to live there. Mrs. Randle’s house was purchase by a family of three – the Harrisons.

Jack and Sasha Harrison were both in their mid-thirties (he was thirty-six and she was thirty-four) and were both blonde, fit and attractive. They had met and married in college. He was an attorney and she was a part-time librarian. They had one child, Leena, who was in her early teens. They were a nice family, albeit not as quiet as Mrs. Chandler had been.

The Harrisons moved in in October, so I did not notice the change in viewing opportunities from my office window until late May of the 2010. That day, I had been working all morning and most of the afternoon in my office, but I was having trouble finishing the article on which I was working. I went to look out the window, just to clear my mind, not really intending to pay any attention to the scenery. However, the scenery turned out to be far more interesting than I had expected.

Instead of just a view of the patio and pool, I could see Sasha Harrison, wearing almost nothing, sunning herself on a lounge chair in her backyard. Tiny pieces of neon pink cloth covered very small areas of her breasts and crotch, and the thong back of her bikini bottoms covered none of her ass.

Sasha may have been thirty-four (nearly ten years younger than I was), but she had the body of a woman in her mid-twenties. At only five feet four inches tall, the petite blonde was not tall enough to have long legs, but they were toned and shapely (and nicely tanned). Her breasts were also quite shapely. While not very large, they were proportionate to her frame. However, as nice as her boobs and legs were, what really shined was her incredible ass. Like her breasts, her ass was of proportionate size to her height and body type. What made it special was that it was perfectly rounded and very firm (the product of hours on a stair climber, I later learned) – it was the perfect complement to her nicely curved hips. Sasha was reclined at about a 45 degree angle in the lounge chair when I first saw her that May afternoon. She was clearly relishing the sun on her nearly naked flesh. A few minutes after I started watching her, she stood up and reclined the back of the lounge all the way down. She then sprayed something on her back, the back of her legs, and her exquisite ass. I assumed she was using some kind of spray on sunscreen, a supposition that was supported when she began to rub it into her skin.

I was mesmerized watching her rub the lotion on her skin, especially the back of her legs and her ass. When she was evidently satisfied with the lotion, Sasha lay down on the lounge chair on her stomach. After she had positioned herself to her satisfaction, she untied her bikini top, letting the strings fall to the side.

I stared at her ass for some time, imagining what it would be like to fuck her from behind. While I watched, the blonde must have decided she needed more sunscreen on her exposed derriere, because she sprayed some lotion into her hand and started rubbing it on her perfect butt.

She rubbed in the lotion slowly, making sure to massage Bağdat Caddesi Travesti her own ass cheeks as she did so. I had been somewhat aroused just watching my hot blonde neighbor sunbathing and rubbing in the sunscreen the first time, but I became even more aroused watching her sensually rub more lotion on her own butt, of which she was clearly fond.

Then, to my surprise, Sasha squeezed her own ass cheeks several times. When she had finished and had moved her hands away, a slightly red cast lingered on the smooth skin of her rear. I had a sudden vision of her firm, shapely ass burning red after a spanking, and my arousal turned to a full hard-on.

I closed my eyes while I pulled down my pants and underwear and started slowly stroking my now hard cock. I was letting my mind linger on the vision of her hands tightly squeezing her own ass. I wanted to burn it into my memory.

Faintly, I heard the sound of a phone ringing. I opened my eyes and saw Sasha propped up on her elbows, talking on a wireless phone. With the now hot blonde up on her elbows, from my vantage point, which was nearly perpendicular to the placement of her lounge chair, I had a nice view of the side of her left breast as it hung, pendulous; I also could make out more than just a hint of her areola and nipple.

After just a few moments, Sasha put the phone down on the patio and lowered herself back down onto her stomach. As she did so, she turned her head toward the wall between our houses.

I was not sure whether she was able to see me at my upstairs window from such a low angle, but just in case, I stepped back. My concern that she may have noticed me watching her began to overcome my arousal and my cock softened. I continued watching her from a safe distance away from the window, but I did not become aroused again.

Later that night, I masturbated to the thought of Sasha and her incredible body, especially her own hands squeezing her perfect ass.

***

Nearly three weeks had passed and I had not seen Sasha lying out in her tiny neon pink bikini again. Both she and her daughter had been out in the back doing various things over that time, and Sasha had even been sunbathing a few times wearing bikinis, but they were not nearly as revealing as her neon pink one. The only really interesting thing I had seen during those three weeks was Jack Harrison briefly sneaking his fingers under his wife’s bikini bottom as he rubbed lotion on her back and legs. From the way his fingers lingered, I did not think I was alone in appreciating her ass. However, although I found it somewhat arousing to watch him fondle his hot blonde wife’s backside and to think of myself in his place, this paled in comparison to watching Sasha fondle her own ass. What I did not know was that I would soon see even more amazing sights.

It was late on a Tuesday morning, and I had just finished up a freelance article that had come in early that morning on a short deadline. I was pondering taking a nap, as I had been up early working, but I decided to look out the window before going to lie down. At first, my mind did not really comprehend what my eyes were seeing.

Sasha was lying back on a lounge chair, which was again reclined about 45 degrees. The chair normally faced the pool, but now it was turned so it was facing the wall between our houses. The petite blonde was wearing only a pair of sunglasses, and she was slowly, thoroughly rubbing sunscreen on her naked breasts.

My cock hardened almost instantly, once I had really accepted what I was seeing. I thought about going and grabbing a seldom used telescope from the shelf in the garage where it collected dust, but I did not want to miss anything. Instead, I grabbed a small pair of binoculars I had started keeping in my office desk a few weeks before, after I had seen Sasha sunbathing the first time.

I stood a couple of feet back from the window, to make sure the binoculars did not catch any sun, and focused in on the sunbathing woman. She still had her hands on her boobs, but she was no longer rubbing in lotion. She was squeezing them tightly, like she had done to her ass last time, as well as twisting them a bit. I groaned out loud as I pulled down my pants and underwear and wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock. I leaned in closer to the window, wanting a better look, wanting to be even a little closer.

Sasha quit squeezing her tits and concentrated on torturing her own nipples. She pinched and stretched and twisted them, compulsively licking her lips as she did so. I was stroking my cock faster and faster, and I realized I was licking my own lips as I watched her. My breathing grew heavier, and I figured I was getting close.

Suddenly, she spread her legs wide, revealing a completely shaved pussy. She dropped her right hand down to her pussy and pushed two fingers inside. Her left hand was alternately squeezing each of her tits roughly as she moved two fingers Bostancı travesti of her right hand in and out of her pussy. I stroked my cock even faster.

Then, just as I was on the edge, she pulled her fingers from her pussy, brought them up to her nose, sniffed them, and then sucked them deeply into her mouth, her lips forming a perfect ring around them as her cheeks hollowed out. I came, quicker and stronger than I had anticipated. I did not have time to snatch any tissue from my desk, not that it would have likely mattered because my cum arched high and splattered the window itself. As my breathing returned to normal and I was able to focus again, I saw that Sasha was now rubbing her clit and appeared to be moaning. I focused my binoculars on her hand as she brought herself to the edge of climax.

Her fingers suddenly stopped rubbing her clit. I brought the binoculars up a little bit and saw that my sexy blonde neighbor was looking toward the backdoor of her house. Her fingers, though motionless now, lingered on her clitoris. She stared through her dark sunglasses at her house for a few moments. Then, whatever or whoever had distracted her must have gone because she turned her face back toward the wall between our houses. A small smile played across her full lips as she started to rub her clit again.

I thought I might have time to jack off again, since I figured that the interruption would likely have cooled Sasha off enough that she would have to work herself back up to climax. I was wrong – within a few more seconds, Sasha appeared to be moaning again. Then, her left hand tightened on her right tit, her right hand pushed hard against her clit, and she bucked her hips a couple of times. Her whole body shuddered and her lips trembled. I assumed she was gasping and/or moaning, and I thought to myself, “I will have to open the window next time, or maybe get a listening device…”

Sasha was now lying limp on the lounge share, occasionally shuddering. Her right hand lightly played with her pussy lips, and her left massaged her tits. Her right boob bore read marks from her fingers (she had evidently squeezed it quite hard when she came). I suspected that her orgasm had been even more intense than my own.

After a couple of minutes, she let her left arm fall to her side. She drew her right hand up to her face, and like before, sniffed her fingers before sucking them clean. She smiled the same small smile as earlier. Then, she got up, grabbed a robe that was lying near the chair, put it on, and slowly walked into her house, shutting the sliding glass door behind her.

***

A few days after watching my incredibly sexy neighbor getting herself off, I was still replaying it my mind and masturbating to it. I had never witnessed anything so wanton, including some pretty hot actual sexual encounters. I could not get it out of my head. And, I had come up with a plan to make sure I did not let another opportunity like that slip by without being able to capture something more vivid than my memory.

I had originally thought to purchase a telescope that hooked up to my computer so I could record close up video, but I soon found that the cost of such a setup was rather prohibitive. Instead, I bought a digital camcorder with a 20x zoom lens and a nice tripod. I set the camcorder up in my office a couple of feet back from the window. With the curtains just slightly open, I could zoom in quite nicely without the camera being seen through the window.

But I wanted more than video – I wanted to hear what was going on as well. I purchased a parabolic microphone that hooked up to the camcorder. It could pick up everything that happened in the back yard next door, even with my window shut.

The great thing about my new setup was that I could watch it real time on my computer (no more standing at the window like a common peeping Tom) as well as control the zoom function from my computer. Unfortunately, a week passed with Sasha sunbathing only in tame bikinis, and during that time she did not play with herself once. I was a bit disappointed after the show the week before, but I was also willing to be patient.

***

I was out at my mailbox on Friday morning, a week and a half after I had watched my sexy neighbor masturbating by her pool, when I heard someone calling my name. I turned and saw Sasha walking across her front lawn toward me. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she looked to be wearing minimal makeup. She had on very short running shorts and a blue tank top with no bra underneath. She clearly was not dressed to go out, and I guessed she was not working that day.

“Hey Kevin,” she said with a wide smile. “How’s it goin’?”

“Great,” I replied, not sure what else to say. It was all I could do not to stare at either her full lips, remembering them tight around her fingers as she sucked her own juices off of them, or her nipples, which Kartal travesti were quite noticeable under the thin material of her tank top. I made myself look in her eyes instead, but it did not help that much – she had incredible light blue eyes with just a hint of green around the pupils.

I was about to ask how she was, but before I could, she said, “I hope we haven’t disturbed you with any yelling. My daughter, Leena, and I just can’t get along anymore. One of us is always pissed at the other, it seems.”

“I haven’t heard anything,” I told her. “I’m sorry you guys are not getting along.”

“Yeah, well Jack hit on an idea that benefits us all. He is taking her to his mom and dad’s place for a week or two. They left this morning – Jack took the day off to take her. I would have taken her myself, but I could not face several hours in the car with her; plus, he wanted to see his parents.”

As she talked, I noticed she was playing with a strand of hair that had come loose from her pony tail and fallen to the side of her face. She twirled it and tugged it, and I kept wondering what it felt like, what it would be like to have my fist intertwined in it as I fucked her from behind, spanking that fantastic ass while I did so.

I felt myself becoming aroused, and I knew I could not stand out there with her much longer. So, I said, “Well, maybe this will give you both a chance to relax, with her out of the house for a bit,” hoping to bring the conversation to a close.

Sasha smiled, and to me, it looked like a mischievous grin. She reached out and lightly put her hand on my arm. My skin tingled at the contact from her thin, delicate fingers.

“Oh, I plan to relax, but I also plan to be a little wild. I cannot remember the last time I had more than a couple of days alone with my husband. But we’ll try and keep it down so you don’t hear an entirely different kind of yelling.”

“I am sure it will be fine,” I managed, not really knowing why I said it.

She lightly ran her fingers down my forearm, causing goose bumps to spread up my arm and my cock to harden. She then favored me with another grin before turning, getting her mail from her mailbox, and walking – no, sashaying – across her lawn. She had to be swaying her hips on purpose, I thought, as my eyes lingered on her fabulous ass.

She turned to look back, and giggled when she saw me still watching her.

“Bye, Kev,” she said, and blew me a kiss. Then, with a wink and another giggle, she continued on her way toward her front door.

“Bye,” came weakly from my mouth, but I doubted she heard me. She gave no sign she did.

Shaking my head, I turned and walked back toward my own front door. I resisted the urge to turn and see if she might have looked my way again. It wasn’t until I was inside my house that I wondered if my neighbor noticed the erection that had sprouted at her touch on my arm.

Following a hunch, I ran upstairs, turned on the camcorder and the parabolic microphone, and started the camcorder control program on my computer. I was disappointed that the image on the screen showed an empty lounge chair, which was again facing the pool rather than my house.

I tilted the parabolic microphone toward her house, but I did not think I would be able to hear anything happening inside unless there really was yelling. However, I heard the sound of a sliding door opening, so I zoomed the camera out to see if Sasha had come out into the back yard. My hand trembled slightly with anticipation as I used the mouse to zoom out.

Through some leaves, I could make out Sasha standing in the open sliding glass door, naked. She stepped out on the patio, closing the door behind her. With a kind of lazy stroll, she walked to the lounge chair and turned it to face my house. Suddenly, a new thought crossed my mind, something I had not fully considered when I had watched her before: what if the show Sasha gave me last time really was a show? What if she knew I was watching her?

I almost shut down the camera, but I was enthralled by her petite but shapely body. I could not look away. I moved the mouse so that the cursor was over the record icon. I hesitated, knowing that clicking on it would make this all different, less innocent in some way. But I did not care, especially if she was indeed putting on a show for me. I clicked the record icon.

Sasha, still standing, was rubbing sunscreen all over her tanned body. She had opted for regular lotion rather than the spray on kind. I suspected she knew that having to rub in all the lotion would provide more of a show.

Since she was facing me, more or less, I was treated to a mind blowing view when she bent over to rub the lotion on her legs. Her breasts hung down from her chest and swayed as she rubbed. I was mesmerized.

As she spread the lotion higher, she rose up, and soon she was upright again as her hands were rubbing the lotion on her slightly rounded belly. I had my cock out and was stroking it. As she reached her breasts with the lotion, my speed increased. She seemed to linger on her breasts, rubbing them even after all the lotion should have been absorbed by her skin. When she finally finished with her breasts, her nipples were clearly rock hard.

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What would I do with you for a whole day?? To begin our day….

You awake to the smells of omelets and Canadian bacon, with Mrs. Folgers brewing hot on the stove. Almost dreamlike, you lie in bed, the morning sun pouring thru the sheer window curtains. Propped upon your pillows, there is a single rose on the bed beside you. A small handwritten note rests beneath it. With excitement you open the note…it simply says…’relax my sweet – this is your day to be pampered and treated like a queen’. A smile breaks across your face as you realize that today – you are mine. It is then you notice someone standing in the doorway. Your beautiful face looks up at me as I step forward holding a breakfast tray…complete with orange juice and buttered waffles. I carry the tray to the bedside and place it over your legs. You are speechless of the gesture and can only utter a cute squeak as your beaming eyes make contact with mine. I see the utter joy and bewilderment in them, the satisfaction of having the day start the only way it can – perfect.

I am rewarded with our first kiss. I can feel the contentment as our lips meet, and the underlying desire. But our kiss is brief as I motion for you to enjoy the food before it cools. We make small talk all throughout your meal. Teasingly you share bits of the bacon with me, as we joke and enjoy the first hours of our day. We discuss the possibilities of what awaits us. Do we spend the day in bed – just enjoying each others company? Or do we take in the sights and smells of the town? Will our day be filled with the discovery of each other, or the hustle and bustle of the big city? We decide on a little of both. You finish breakfast and prepare to dress.

The choice of attire is not quite formal, but we do so want to be looking our best as we move about the town. With the shyness of a new bride, you ask me to turn my back as you dress. I do as you wish, temped to peak, but too much a gentleman to dishonor you so. Waiting for your approval to turn, instead I am surprised by you clasping your hands over my eyes. Your soft sweet breath whispers to my ear to turn around slowly…for you have a surprise for me. You make a point to mention that this day – if all it ended at that moment – would be the most perfect day of your life.

Teasingly you draw your lips across mine as you turn me to face you. With a reassuring word, you tell me to prepare myself. I can hardly contain my excitement as I wait for the light to meet my eyes. You drop your hands and I am awestruck by the vision that greets me. You are wearing a short sleeved chartreuse dress…which falls to mid thigh, a matching choker and medium healed shoes. Only a hint of makeup graces your silky smooth face – the perfect touch to a killer outfit. I am speechless in my feeling of pride…for soon I will have the loveliest creature on my arm for the whole world to see! My eyes meet yours and you see in them a reassuring smile that this day is perfect for me as well.

Excitedly we head out to continue our adventure. I am pleased with myself for assuming our plans to tour, for as we walk out of the apartment, a coal black limousine awaits us at the curb. The driver opens the door for us as we approach. I whisper something to him as I step in behind you. You ask where our first stop will be and I say it is a surprise. You smile and sit back into the plush seat to await your prize.

The limo arrives about mid day at the big league baseball stadium. Right up to the gate of the VIP section, we are whisked to our seats. A bit overdressed for the occasion, we laugh thru the stares as we munch on hotdogs and cracker jacks. Enjoying each others company as much as the excitement of the game. The mid day sun cascades down thru the stands until it rests upon your golden blond hair…almost like the spotlight of a stage. This vision is framed in my mind as I hear the crack of the bat – the home team scoring the winning run as the ball sails over our heads. A grand slam homerun in more ways than one. I simply smile….

We rise with the throngs of cheering fans giving salute to the boys of summer. Your arms raised high, simply brimming with excitement. Your dress pulls up your exquisite thighs. This does not escape my attention, for I am reminded so beautifully why I am proud to have you at my side. I feel enveloped – as if in a bubble…the noise of the multitude fades away from my consciousness. I am focused solely on you. In slow motion, you move before me…illuminated by the sun – natures proclamation of purest perfection. Feelings well inside me of guilt, of misguided fortune – for why am I so blessed to be here with you. This emotion overcomes me weakening my knees, I sink to my seat. You look down at me; the expression on your face is one of happiness. Our eyes meet and the signal beaming from them is unmistakable…love. Changing then to concern, for you see the turmoil that rages within me. Then a most encouraging smile blooms on your face, reassuring me that this is right – so absolutely right. Travesti This is a moment I wish would never end. But our plans are set to continue this adventure, and now in my mind, there is no doubt. I want to go to a place where even more people can see my pride, anywhere that I can show you off. However much my heart screams for this…I inform the chauffer to proceed to the next destination. You look as if to ask where we are headed, then you simply smile and say not a word.

A short ride from the stadium brings us to the metropolitan art gallery. Forgoing the usual escort that is afforded to VIP’s, we are dropped off at the main entrance. Stepping out of the limo and offer you my hand. A nod sends the driver on his way – his services are no longer required. We ascend the granite steps arm in arm. This destination is far more befitting our attire as we are greeted by the hostess. Two glasses of champagne and an event schedule later, we are on our way to experience this fare.

Casually we stroll thru the main exhibit area, stopping at each and every display. I am so intrigued by your comments of the paintings and sculptures. Your culturing shouldn’t come as a surprise however, for you do so ‘fit’ me when we talk. Our conversations have always been engaging – which isn’t easy when speaking with me. I am usually more reserved with my inner thoughts, but you’re ability to bring them forth doesn’t surprise me either. I have obtained a comfort level that I’ve never had with anyone – and it shows in my actions and my words. You discover more about my philosophies, about how I think and feel of the world than you ever thought possible. Like a bad upper management executive – I have an attention span of less than five minuets. So to captivate my mind as you do speaks volumes! This being said we converse about our impressions…..lost in the distractions the art offers.

During our tour, we find ourselves in a less traveled area of the gallery. Looking at a particular piece of abstract art, one that is strangely erotic – I put my arm about your waist. You sink into me, two people melting together as one – just as the artwork’s colors swirl and blend. Our thoughts obviously heading in the same direction – we turn to each other. Without saying a word, we close and envelop the other in a close embrace, kissing deeply. A kiss that entwines our souls…we breathe with one breath. Eyes slowly close in the rapture of the moment. Lost to the world I take you into my bubble. What happens around us is not our concern nor worry, for true love has no critic.

For uncounted minuets we remain in our embrace, simply lost in one another. Desire rises within us. A heat, unbearable without release drives us. Like two animals lost in the rut, we tug and pull at each others clothing. Consuming. Breath comes in stolen gasps between mouthfuls of flesh. A conspicuous cough is the only thing saving us from going past the point of no return. Where embarrassment would be the norm, we look to each other as if something dear was lost. Regaining our composure, we simply smile at the uninvited guest and move on our way.

Our tour finishes quickly, the comments we make of the art are curiously sexually oriented – I wonder why. We walk out of the building and are surprised by the sun….for it is much lower in the sky – almost twilight. Turning to look at each other with the knowledge of how this must have happened…the embrace had lasted longer than we thought.

The spring evening surprisingly warm, we decide to walk back to your apartment. Along the river walk, we pass several quaint restaurants. One has a particularly delicioius aroma wafting out from the French style doors. We pause there along the rail to look down at the gondola’s floating by on the river below. Lovers paired two by two, engaged in various acts of dating. Their costumed operators quietly seek out the darker areas of the river…whether to sneak a quick peak, or simply to afford their fare a small bit of privacy. Hand in hand we take in the scene, slowly being overcome by the smells of the many Italian dishes emanating from the restaurant behind us.

A waitress approaches and asks if we’d care for anything. I look to you and ask if Italian is good, you reply approvingly. Then, quite by surprise, you ask her to bring out a 1982 Bordeaux. The waitress smiles and replies that she can and that she will return shortly. You turn to me with a smile on your face that cannot hide your pride, for the surprise on my face is very evident. 1982 was the premier year for full bodied wines and its record setting Bordeaux’s. Typically a source of sexist male pride is the knowledge of fine wines. Instead of feeling slighted by your doing the ordering, I’m overjoyed by the fearlessness of your independence. I simply say…”Thank-you” and offer you my arm to escort you to a walk side table.

Not long after, the waitress brings our selection and presents it to us. Here I take control by tasting the wine. As expected, the vintage is excellent as Ankara Travesti the wine stands up to its billing. Once the glasses are poured, I raise mine in a toast…”To beauty and discovery!” A most gorgeous smile breaks over your face as you nod and raise your glass. Our eyes meet, never leaving the others as we sample our choice. We go on to order our meal – Cannelloni Florentine. Absolutely to die for! It is followed by a raspberry cheesecake swirled with a white chocolate sauce. We finish our dinner and head out along the river walk.

Your arm wrapped about my waist and your head upon my shoulder we casually stroll along. The lights of the city cascade all around us, creating a most romantic atmosphere. Our journey home takes us thru a recently renovated park that boarders the street your apartment is on. We stop to admire the night sky at a well hidden gazebo. Sitting upon the wooden bench, we lean back and look up at the stars. I point out a rather brilliant light in the sky and tell you that it is my magical star. Any how any wish that is placed upon it will come true.

The silence that follows my remark finds you looking up to the light with your eyes squeezed tightly shut. Like a fortune teller in an arcade, I read your mind. As soon as you open your eyes, my lips find yours in a deep and passionate kiss. Not a kiss with the animalistic desire of earlier, but a soft, loving and caring kiss. Countless minutes pass, each enjoying the other’s explorations. Perhaps the knowledge of what discovery awaits us, bridled with the fear of the unknown, just keeps us content with the moment. Soft murmurs of our deepest feelings pass our lips, quietly whispered to your delicate ear. Another of those moments that one wishes would last forever. Again I am surprised by your actions as you stand and extend your hand to me. No words need be said, for the look in your eye says it all.

We spend no time crossing the lush contoured lawn of the park. The street is clear of traffic, for the hour is late. The doorman however is still on duty and he greets us with the tip of his hat. Upon opening the door, he informs you that your order awaits you in your apartment. You nod to him and grab my arm dragging me, giggling all the way across the lobby to the elevator. A tight embrace as we wait for the car to wisp us up and away from inquisitive eyes.

Once inside, the doors not even fully closed, we are on one another. The hot passion contained within us these past few hours explodes in a flurry of pawing and groping. Kisses that devour flesh…your lips, your face, and your neck. In an almost insane state, I pull the dress down off your shoulder. My hot mouth is not far behind, nibbling and sucking the soft skin. Your hands pull me closer to you, thrusting your chest upwards to meet my advance. The elevator comes to a slow halt, but before the doors slide open, you reach over and hit the stop button. The car, with its enflamed occupants hangs frozen eighteen floors above mother earth.

Thinking that this is not exactly how I envisioned our first encounter, but following your lead, we continue our frenzied exploration. Passion builds to a level almost unbelievable in its desire; we are consumed with the moment. My hands move over your supple body, feeling the soft curves. Your skin feels like silk to my overly sensitive fingers. The heat, unmistakable, emanates from your body. Our breathing gets deeper with each passing second. Pulling back slightly, I look up into your flushed angelic face. Your eyes are dreamily half closed, begging me to continue. Stopping I stand before you. My shirts unbuttoned to the waist…my Dockers fail miserably to hide my desire. I say to you that it’s best we move this to the privacy of your apartment. You reluctantly agree and release the elevator from its frozen state. The doors open to reveal a vacant hallway, a clear path to your door. You move out first, dragging me behind you. Giggling again as you fumble with the lock, a huge smile paints your face as you remember the surprise that you have arranged for me.

Once inside, you show me a silver ice bucket that rests in the middle of your dining room table. Inside is a chilled bottle of French champagne with two crystal glasses waiting patiently next to it. You ask me to go ahead and open the bottle and fill the glasses. But you instruct me to not drink any until you return. Willing to play along I agree. You dart off to your bedroom as if you are floating on air. Proceeding to open the champagne, a loud ‘pop’ announces my success. Pouring the bubbly fare…I fill the crystal goblets.

Placing them on the table by the leather couch, I set the stereo to play a selection of soft romantic music. As I turn from the cabinet, you are standing behind me. The surprise is evident on my face…for you have changed into a very sexy sapphire chemise. Closing for a quick kiss, you ask where I have put the champagne. I reach down and hand you a glass. You remark that these are more than simple crystal; they İstanbul Travesti have magical properties…where any wish made by toasting with them shall come true. Raising my glass, you smile and say….”To everlasting love” Your glass comes up to meet mine without hesitation and the toast is made. Eyes locked to one another’s we drink to us…to love until the end of time.

We settle down on the soft leather couch, sitting as close to each other as we can without spilling our beverage. We quietly and nervously finish our drinks. Dreamily we lean back and begin kissing. Your hands roam over my chest, my stomach…exploring the firm masculine form. You kiss my face, my neck, working your way lower and lower. Closing my eyes I arch myself up. I feel you begin to unfasten my belt as your tongue teases my belly button.

Hungrily, you pull down my pants, taking the boxers with them. Your hot breath bathes my now fully erect manhood Light tickling kisses down through the course hair to the base of my cock. Your hand wraps around it and slowly begins pumping up and down. I feel your wet velvety tongue touch the sensitive head of my sex, sending shudders throughout my body. Pouty lips gently suck the swollen head into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it. In one motion, you take me fully into you, your hand clasp firmly around the part your mouth can’t envelope. Groaning I enjoy the feeling as I fuck your mouth.

Faster and faster you work at my cock and it grows in response to your actions. Any question as to how far you will carry this is quickly answered as you pull free with a wet sucking popping sound. The cool air that meets my throbbing member is a sensation that is beyond description. I open my eyes to see you hovering just above my cock, a thin string of pre-cum connecting your lips to my manhood. Your eyes stare up at me with a devilish look in them.

This is a site that turns me on so incredibly much that I can no longer resist having you. Pulling you to me, our mouths clash in a deep kiss….I taste my bitterness as I devour your lips. Passion now unbridled…my hands caress your arms, your sides, your breasts, your hips, your bare thigh… Wanting to taste and consume every inch of your flesh and not really sure where to begin. Consciousness is driven by a need to satisfy you as only I can.

Pulling the silky chemise above your waist, you climb on top of me. My cock brushes against your pussy. The heat and wetness – undeniable as my cock slides right in. As slow and gentle as I can be given our position, my cock pushes it’s way up inside you. Your eyes close halfway as your face takes on an erotic stare. You are so incredibly firm, your juicy pussy sucks me in tight. My hands are ensconced on your thighs, leg muscles flexing beneath my fingers as you move yourself up and down on my hard shaft.

Your breasts bounce playfully before my eyes. I dart my tongue out to lick and tease your nipples…trying to catch them in my mouth as they move by. Feeling my attempts you glance down and your smile widens as you realize what I’m trying to do. Pressing your tits to my face, I eagerly take in a hardened nipple. Suckling like a nursing babe, I devour your breast. Your hips grind down on my thrusting cock, pushing it deeply into your body. You are so hot and wet, I wish this never to end. But knowing there is so much more I want for us to do, I stop. Pulling my mouth free of your soft fleshy mound I tell you that I want to eat you. Rolling off and onto your feet, you grab the champagne bottle and head off to the bedroom. Leaving the glasses behind by design, I am not far behind.

I find you lying in your bed holding the bottle in one hand, the other absentmindedly rubbing your pussy. This scene before me is exactly how my dreams of you play out every night…your luscious body ready and willing to receive me. You playfully finger your cunt, working yourself into a sexual frenzy.

I climb in beside you and reach for the bottle of champagne. Taking a hardy swig, I position myself over you…my face hovering just above yours. Leaning down, I cover your mouth with mine and dribble the sweet wine from my lips to yours. You eagerly lap it up, taking in my tongue to secure every last drop. Kissing deeply, your hands roam thru my hair and over my back, clawing at me in anticipation of what is to come.

Grudgingly my lips leave yours, and begin to kiss a wet little trail down your neck to your chest. Pausing only a moment to fondle your pert nipples, I resume my downward trek. Upon reaching your stomach, my tongue dances about the ticklish flesh tormenting you. Here again I reach for the champagne and draw the cool bubbly liquid into my mouth. Letting it dribble from my lips, it fills your belly button. Licking around with quick little darts into it…you squirm and wiggle under my ministering. Your hands are once again in my hair raking thru it and at the same time pushing my face lower on your body.

Your eagerness is matched only by my desire to taste you. I nibble my way thru your pubic hair and lightly dance my tongue down the crease where your thigh meets your hip. Licking down then up, switching from side to side…lightly applying pressure as my hands wrap around your hips and draw you upwards to me.

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