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Arun had just spent two weeks at his hometown of Chennai, and was headed back to work in the Bay Area. He said his farewell to his parents at the entrance of the airport, and headed towards the Baggage Drop counters. As he awaited his turn, he started planning the next few days at work and at home and realized how excited he was about going back. He was looking forward to work on the next project at his Software Engineering job. His job wasn’t exactly rocket science, but it paid reasonably well and was well respected in the community. Something he hoped he could use to his advantage towards scoring a date soon.

“Sir, I can assist you now.” The attractive female airline representative said with a smile.

His Check-in bags weighed a ton, but he swiftly placed them on the luggage belt.

“Wow,” she said, “you are really strong.”

Arun couldn’t figure out if this was a genuine compliment, politeness, or flirting. Tall and dark, he wasn’t unpleasant to look at. Small talk didn’t come easily to him. Flirting was even harder. Besides, he wanted to save his limited social skills for women local to his place of residence. At the end, he could only manage an awkward smile, and went about his way. He cleared immigration and security, and reached the departure gates. He started to settle down at a free seat. That is when he saw her first.

He could only see her from behind. She was wearing high-waist snug-fitting jeans which highlighted her curvy butt. Her tall body was hunched over the water fountain. Her sweater pulled up slightly from the bend, exposed few inches of her bare waist. Her sweater gave only a slight indication of the curve of her back. She combed her hair using her hands and tugged them in her ear, revealing her beautiful round face. Her skin was brown, and smooth.

Arun stared at her, till she caught him looking. She responded with a calm glance. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he acted casual and took a seat near where he was standing. She took a seat a few rows away, but still facing him. He wondered if he should head-over and chat her up, but his “stay-local” instinct kicked in. Yes, it was likely that her hometown was same as his, but she could be staying anywhere in the world. They exchanged a few glances, but eventually he chose to catch-up on work e-mail.

In about an hour, he boarded his flight. The girl boarded the same flight, but she was not seated anywhere nearby and he didn’t see her again during the flight. He spent his time watching a couple of movies, reading a book and wondering if he should pay extra for the premium seats during his next long flight. At long last, the flight landed in London. His layover was just under 2 hours, and he used that time to use the restrooms. He had 45 mins to spare, but rather than exploring the airport he decided to wait at his boarding gate, continuing to catch up on work e-mail. He was trying to understand an obscure e-mail from a partner team, when he suddenly realized someone standing next to him. It was the beautiful girl he was eyeing earlier. She was looking at him.

At first he thought that she was there to accuse him of starting too long which he was guilty of. But she had a polite smile, so he quickly ruled that out. He wondered why she was here and why she was talking to him. He couldn’t let go of his puzzled expression.

“Are you travelling to San Francisco too?” she asked and continued to smile slightly.

His expressions quickly transitioned from puzzled to calm, to giddy and finally to a polite smile. The words ‘San Francisco too’ had stuck a chord.

“Yes I am,” he extended his hand and introduced himself “Arun.”

“Preethi.” she said returning his handshake.

He cleared the seat next to him. As she settled down next to him, he evaluated her body from up-close paying close attention to her chest which was noticeably busty.

“So,” Arun continued “Do you live in Francisco or are you visiting?”

“I am studying there.” Preethi said “How about you?”

“I work there.” Responded Arun.

The next two hours passed quickly for Arun as he chatted-up Preethi. He felt confident enough to ask her to sit next to him on the flight. The Airline ground-staff managed to allocate them seats together as the flight wasn’t full. Soon the boarding announcement was made, and they settled in the plane next to each other. The continued their conversations. The conversations started about their professional lives and slowly transitioned to personal lives. Even after discussing endless details about her personal lives, Preethi had not yet isveçbahis mentioned a boyfriend or husband. This gave Arun hope that she was likely single. Discussing TV shows, they realized they shared love for an obscure English drama.

“I have the latest episodes for offline viewing on my IPad. Would you like to watch with me?” Arun said as he offered one of the ear buds.

“I would love to.” She responded and quickly plugged in the ear bud.

They watched episode after episode, growing physically closer with each one. At first it was the hands rubbing on the arm-rest, that both of them didn’t seem to mind. Next, it was the leaning against each other.

“Would you mind if I lift the armrest?” Asked Arun.

“Please go ahead,” Preethi responded with a smile.

As he moved the armrest, he felt Preethi move closer to him. Their shoulders, arms and thighs touched. She she rested her hands over his thighs, and he responded by holding them softly. Arun was sweaty from the excitement, and his heart-rate was high. He noticed, or alt east he thought he noticed that Preethi was similarly excited. With no further warning, he moved his face closer to hers, lips almost next to hers, waiting for her to respond. She didn’t move away. She looked at him for a second, and then closed her eyes. He pressed his lips against her, then he sucked on each of them separately. He could still taste the red-wine on her lips, and it only made the encounter more sensuous. Although inconvenient on plane-seat, Arun managed to wrap his one arm on her back and another on the back of her head while kissing. The kiss was slowly turning ravenous.

Suddenly there was a loud announcement, and the cabin lights were on again. Instinctively, Arun and Preethi pulled apart from each other and settled into their seats. Arun had forgot where they were. Luckily no one else nearby seemed to have noticed them. Arun slowly caught his breath, and came to his senses. The Cabin crew was asking them to prepare for landing in San Francisco.

Arun was really horny from the encounter. In that moment, he wanted Preethi to ride his dick while he was seated on that seat-plane. But he wasn’t sure what Preethi was feeling. He looked at her, and she was smiling but didn’t give away any further details about what was going on in her mind. He decided to make a bold move.

“Would you like to watch another episode at my home once we reach San Francisco?” Arun asked sheepishly.

“Yes. Of course.” She said and smiled, but this time with a hint of lust.

Arun felt his dick spring within his pants.

The rest of the plane ride was hard to wait-out for Arun. So was the de-boarding, immigration control, and baggage-claim. So as not to sound too desperate, Arun proposed they meet later in the evening. He offered to pick Preethi up, but she said she would take a cab to his place. He wasn’t sure what a good bye gesture would be at this point, but she came forward and gave him a tight hug. Arun felt her soft body against his, and his erection almost pushed against her crotch.

Arun spend all of the afternoon tidying up his apartment and cleaning himself up from the long flight. He opened a new bottle of wine, and along with two wine glasses placed them on the table next to the couch. He setup the TV to play the next episode, but he was hoping they would never get to watch TV. He chose to wear a new albeit simple T-shirt, and trousers.

She arrived about 10 mins after 6, and she looked more beautiful than ever. He wasn’t an expert on makeup, but he could notice that her lips seemed redder and her face looked radiant. She was wearing jeans and a low-cut yellow top. He was still filled with lust from the encounter in the flight, and wanted grope her tits. But he wasn’t sure what she was feeling right now.

“Welcome. Come on in.” Arun’s face beamed.

“Thanks.” Preethi responded as she entered the apartment.

“Nice Place,” Preethi said looking around the living room and offered him a bag “I brought us some wine.”

“Oh you didn’t have to. But Thanks. Have a seat.”, Arun said pointing to the couch.

Preethi smiled and took a seat. Preethi’s top showed considerable cleavage at this angle with Arun still standing. He couldn’t look away from her chest. She caught him starting, but only smiled.

“Won’t you join me?” Preethi said with her palm patting the seat next to her.

“Of course. Let me pour us some drinks.” responded Arun.

Arun took a seat next to her sitting very close. His thighs grazed Preethi’s thighs even when he bent slightly to isveçbahis giriş pour her drink. They both took few gulps. He couldn’t stop looking at her beautiful face. Her shining red lips were calling out to him. He couldn’t take it any more. He placed his half-filled glass on the center table and bent towards her to kiss her lips.

“One Second.” Preethi whispered and placed her wine-glass safely away.

She looked at him with thirsty yes “Now.”

Arun almost jumped at her, kissing her lips passionately. She returned his kiss with a similar passion. Their bodies swayed together, changing the leaning direction every few seconds based on whoever kissed harder in that instant. Arun’s hands moved from the couch to Preethi’s thighs. Then they moved up to her waist, and slowly inched toward the bottom of her boobs. Not facing any resistance, Arun groped Preethi’s tits over her t-shirt.

“Aah.” Moaned Preethi.

Arun couldn’t believe he was fondling Preethi’s tits, and he groped them even harder.

“Oh…” Preethi continued to moan with her mouth wide open.

Arun held her t-shirt and tried to remove it, but it stuck under her arms.

“Let me do it,” said Preethi, lifting her arms as she took of her t-shirt.

She was wearing a white bra which exposed more of her cleavage. Without waiting another second, Arun grabbed both her boobs over her bra and squeezed them. He bent forward to kiss her breasts. He pressed his face against her chest while sucking and lightly biting her boobs. At some point he felt the bra straps falling over his face. He was so engrossed in enjoying the breasts that he didn’t realized Preethi had unhooked her bra, and the only thing still holding it up was the pressure of Arun’s face against Preethi’s breasts. Arun took his face off her chest. Funnily enough, her bra was hanging Arun’s ears. Preethi laughed, and pulled off her bra from Arun’s ears.

Her large breasts were now in full view. They sagged just a little bit from the weight. Her nipples and aureoles were dark brown and formed concentric circles a little below the center of her breasts. Arun now grabbed her bare breasts and groped them harder than ever before. She screamed a little which slowly transformed into a pleasurable moan. While still squeezing one her boobs, Arun bent forward to take care of the other boob with her mouth. He kissed around the nipple first. Then he pressed his tongue on her nipple and flicked it lightly. He then kissed the nipple and took it inside his mouth. Sucking lightly at first, and then as if his life depended on it. Preethi pressed Arun’s head against her chest, and he sucked harder and harder. He finally let go when he felt Preethi’s hands caressing his dick over his trousers.

Arun’s dick now was completely hard and making a uncomfortable tent in his pants. Preethi’s hands were pressed against his crotch and massaging it. Arun moaned a little and looked at Preethi. Her face was drained with lust. She grabbed as much of his dick as allowed by the fabric of his trousers. Arun unbuckled his pants, unzipped them and pulled them down. Now in his underwear, Preethi could better grip his dick over the somewhat loose underwear. Still obstructed, Preethi grabbed the ends of his underwear and looked at Arun’s face. Not directly looking at his crotch, she pulled down his underwear. Arun smiled at her, and Preethi couldn’t keep her gaze away from his crotch for long.

Arun’s thick and long cock was almost saluting Preethi. Preethi grabbed his dick with one hand and stroked it lightly. His dick was already well lubricated from pre-cum, which made stroking pleasurable. She now fully wrapped her palms and fingers around his shaft. Her grip became tighter. Her stroked speed increased. With her free hand, Preethi massaged his balls. As she stroked him, Arun moved closer to her. His dick now right in front of her face. Her gaze fixed on the length of his shaft. Her wet red lips were opening in anticipation. She could smell his pre-cum.

As they came closer, his dick brushed against her cheeks. She felt both the warmth of his shaft, and the wetness of his pre-cum against her cheeks. One of her hands was massaging his balls, and the other one held his dick and brought it close to her lips. She pulled the foreskin a little, and took his mushroom head inside her mouth and tasted his pre-cum. With each stroke, she pulled the foreskin a bit further down, and took his cock a bit further inside her mouth. She held his legs for support, and saw that his muscular legs were stiff from arousal. Slowly she realized that she isveçbahis yeni giriş is not in control of his cock. Arun was holding her head and pushing his cock deeper inside her. She felt it hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged a little. But in a few seconds she regained her breath, and she could handle his cock being pushed inside her throat. Fearing he will cum too soon, Arun finally let her go. Preethi was smiling as her saliva was dripping from her mouth and on his cock.

Arun now kneeled on the floor, and started to pull down her pants. Her panties were soaking wet and clinging to her pussy. Some of her pussy juices were dripping to her thick muscular legs. He sucked on her wet pussy a bit before pulling it off. Her bush was trimmed and soft. He held her legs apart, and licked her pussy juices from her thighs to her pussy lips. He licked the outline of her pussy lips, before dipping his tongue inside her pussy. He further stretched her legs. After some further exploring with his tongue, he found her clit. He pressed his tongue against it and flicked it lightly in every direction. Occasionally sucking on it. She was moaning like a maniac and holding his head. Her legs now wrapped around his head further pushed his face into her crotch. One of Arun’s fingers found it’s way into her pussy. He explored this insides of her pussy. With each stroke of his finger, he gauged Preethi’s reaction until he felt satisfied that he mastered the strokes to pleasure her. Arun then simply repeated the actions of sucking on her clit, and finger fucking her till she climaxed and went limp on him.

As he pulled away, she grabbed his head. “Fuck Me.” she groaned.

Arun smiled. “Turn around.”

Preethi obeyed but realized she had to be careful.

“Sorry, but you have to use a condom. There are a few in my purse if you do not have one handy.” she warned.

“Don’t worry I already put one on.” Arun assured her.

Her face now pressed against the back of the couch, hands on the sides, knees on the couch, feet hanging and her curvy ass up in the air. Arun now grabbed both her hands, crossed them behind her back and locked them with force. With the top of his tongue, he massaged the entrance of her pussy.

Arun continued “I love that you came prepared to fuck me. A real turn on, I must admit.”

“Stop teasing me and f…” she started.

Before she could complete her sentence, she felt the full force of Arun’s thick dick inside her pussy. She screamed in pleasure. Arun paced himself, slowly fucking her. Her initial scream now turned into a rhythmic moan. Arun occasionally thrusted forcefully and deep surprising Preethi and extracting out more screams of pleasure. He spanked her ass as he fucked her, leading to more screams. Slowly but surely, his thrusts became faster and faster. Preethi now almost passing out in pleasure.

“I am going to cum soon.” Arun groaned.

“Cum on my face.” Preethi asked.

“Are you sure?” Arun was delighted.

“Of-course.” Preethi smiled, not admitting that she felt it safer than inside her pussy.

Preethi turned around one more time, and held his cock. With one hand she massaged his balls. With the other hand she held her dick against her face. She tightened her grip, and pulled down his foreskin as much as possible. She then proceed to give his short but tight and fast strokes. Arun came in a few seconds. He let out multiple streams of thick cum on her face before finally stopping. Arun almost collapsed on Preethi, but took the support of the couch. Preethi smiled with her come covered face, and sucked his cock one last time cleaning any remaining drops of cum. Arun gave her some wet towel to clean up her face.

“I am so glad we didn’t end up watching TV.” Preethi laughed.

“Well if we watch one episode now, I think I will be ready for round 2.” Arun held his limp cock.

“Let us test that theory. But I think I need some food before round 2.” Preethi held her belly.

“I think we have enough episodes, and I will order enough food so that we can go on all night.” Arun winked.

“Just the night?” Preethi tested the waters about their relationship, “I assume you know I am going to be here again tomorrow evening after school.”

“Well, I hope you are here most evenings.” Arun smiled and kissed her.

“If you insist.” Preethi giggled and kissed him back passionately.

With Preethi’s naked body pressed against his, and her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, Arun’s cock sprung back to life and pressed against Preethi’s body.

“Looks like we don’t need to wait for another episode.” Preethi smiled while stroking Arun’s cock.

Before Arun could come up with a witty response, he felt Preethi’s warm mouth take his cock inside.

“Oh fuck…” was all he could manage.

The sky couldn’t be any bluer and the weather couldn’t be more perfect. Doug and Melissa had been looking forward for weeks to a double date with their close friends, Tom and Janine. Both couples had dropped their kids off with a babysitter, a mutual friend who agreed to watch all the kids together, and since it was a summer Friday night, there was no need to be back until late. They had chosen to meet their friends at Bar Lentill in Houston, a place that Doug and Melissa had fallen in love with for the secluded and adult atmosphere and for the incredible food and drinks.

Parking on a Friday night was always a challenge. Since they dropped the kids off together, the two couples had car pooled which made it a little easier to find a spot. Doug found a four-hour spot on the street, only three blocks from the restaurant, but the walk would be enjoyable on such a fine evening. The four climbed out of the car and gathered on the sidewalk while Doug started the meter on his phone. Taking Melissa’s hand, he started up the street, Tom and Janine following a few feet behind, also hand in hand.

“So how did you find this place?” Janine inquired.

“We were walking around Houston on a date night last summer and passed up several other places that were too busy before we made it into Bar Lentill. The food was spectacular!”

“I hope so. I’m starving to death!” Tom joked. Janine smacked him in the butt and told him he’d better behave.

The couples had decided to dress up a bit for the night. The guys were both in khakis and dress shirts while the ladies were both in nice summer dresses. Enjoying the chance to adult for an evening, both ladies were treating their husbands to a little more cleavage than normal. While waiting for a table, the couples stood next to each other watching the activity of the restaurant. Doug put his arm around Melissa’s exposed arms and pulled her close in a half-hug and kissed her gently on the top of the head. Tom and Janine were still holding hands.

Finally, the waitress came to seat the foursome, introducing herself as Heidi. They wound up in a back room which could probably seat ten to fifteen people, but they were the only ones there, in a back table with high booths. “Is this okay?” the waitress asked cheerfully.

Tom responded first, “This looks great.” The ladies sat down and scooched into the seats and the men sat down on the outside. The waitress handed each of them a menu and a drink menu and said that she’d be back in a moment to take drink orders.

Sure enough, Heidi returned a moment later with four ice waters and took their drink orders. Janine and Melissa both ordered moscatos while Doug ordered a local stout and Tom asked for a red wine. When the drinks arrived all four ordered their food.

Heidi collected the menus and left the room. The four sat there for a moment staring at each other until they all started chuckling. Melissa was the first to speak. “I thought it was just Doug and me that run out of stuff to talk about when we actually go out on a date.”

Doug added on, “Yeah, I always have things to talk about the next time we’re alone together, but then we actually sit down and there aren’t any kids and and it’s just the two of us and my mind goes blank!” Taking only a second sip of his beer, he added, “It’s probably just the alcohol.”

Everyone laughed and Janine responded playfully, “Yeah, Doug, you’re such a lightweight with your beer. I’m sure that’s what it is.”

Tom finally piped in. “Yeah, we have the same problem. We always have so much to talk about and nothing to say. Of course with me, I think I just stare at my beautiful wife and want to take her back to an empty house and get that dress off her!”

Melissa shot back, “Hey now! What you two do after your date nights is up to you, but right now the dresses are staying on.” Looking over to Doug, she half-whispered, “So sorry; I’m sure you’d like nothing more than to get this off, but it’s not gonna happen. You’d have to get a lot more wine in me than this.” And with that she took a large sip of her moscato.

Grinning at Tom, Doug responded, “I’ll find Heidi. I’m sure that could be arranged!” Melissa responded this time by smacking his leg and again, the whole table laughed.

Heidi arrived again, this time to take the food orders. They decided to skip appetizers in hopes that they’d all have room for dessert, but it still seemed like a long shot. Melissa and Janine were both making good progress with their glasses of moscato, while Doug and Tom were downing more water than anything. Silence covered the table once again and Doug was the first to break it this time. “We should have brought a deck of cards; we could have gotten a Euchre game in before the food arrives.” Looking around the table, he then noted, “Of course, I’d be stuck with Janine, and we don’t do so hot together.”

“Yeah, that hasn’t worked out well for you guys,” Tom put in. “But Melissa and I could rack up another win!”

Janine laughed, then quipped, “I know! We can isveçbahis play truth or dare! It’ll be like high school… only the answers might be a bit more risque.” Again, the whole table chuckled, uncertain how serious she was. “Melissa, you’re first. Truth or dare?”

Melissa suddenly felt a little uneasy. Taking another sip of wine, she hoped the alcohol might settle her nerves a bit. She grabbed Doug’s leg under the table for some moral support and finally answered Janine. “I’ll take dare, I guess, but it can’t be too bad.”

“Bad? You think I’d give you a bad dare?!” Melissa couldn’t tell how to take that. “Fine, we’ll go easy on you this time. I dare you to kiss Doug. French kiss, right here at the table.”

Well that didn’t seem too bad. Somewhat jokingly, Melissa puckered her lips and straightened her hair out, then adjusted her dress a bit. Looking over at Doug, she gave him a longing stare and in her best lustful impression said, “Kiss me!”

Doug didn’t mind in the least. He laid his hand gently on Melissa’s cheek and their lips met. The kiss only lasted about ten seconds, but there was certainly tongue involved. Melissa slowly pulled away and turned back to Tom and Janine, blushing a bit. “Well, that wasn’t so bad.”

Doug looked back at her. “Wasn’t so bad? I’ll say. I thought it was pretty nice!” Looking back across the table, Doug jumped in. “Alright, Janine, since you went there, truth or dare?”

“Oh, I think I’ll go with truth. I’m scared to think what kind of dare you might dream up in here.”

“Hmm. Alright. Where’s the weirdest place you and Tom have ever made out?”

“Oh, I know. Well, it’s not as bad as it could be, but it was pretty awkward at the time. We were in a doctor’s office; it was my annual checkup at the OB’s office. Tom had come with me because I was a bit uncomfortable with my new – male – OB, and he agreed to come along. I had to change into my gown and take everything off, but before I got the gown on, Tom came up from behind and turned me around and just started kissing me! We giggled like a couple of school kids, but I went very quickly from awkward to wicked turned on, so I just let him keep going. Hands were all over the place…” Janine paused for a moment and, realizing what she was saying, backed things down just a bit. “Well, the doctor knocked on the door and I gasped and almost shrieked, ‘Not quite ready! Just a sec!’ I quickly got dressed and ready for my exam, but I giggled through the whole thing. I’m sure the doctor knew we’d been up to something because when he started… I mean, I was… Crap. Enough truth! Your turn, Doug!”

And with that, Janine took a huge drink of wine while everyone else at the table bust up laughing. Doug gave Tom knuckles for a job well done, resulting in more laughing. This time, Melissa spoke up. “Alright, my love. Truth or dare.”

“Why are you asking me? Anything I say will implicate you as well, ya know.”

“Well, I was hoping you might say dare.”

“Then I’m definitely not saying dare! I don’t even want to know what you’ve got cooking in that mind of yours.” To add to the awkward banter between Doug and Melissa, Janine ran her toes slowly up Melissa’s bare leg, inside the dress skirt. Melissa’s eyes bulged and she smacked Doug on the arm.

“How about you keep your hands to yourself, then. If you don’t want a dare, you don’t get to touch me.”

“What? I haven’t done anything! What are you talking about?”

Janine was laughing so hard she was turning red. “It’s my fault. I ran my toe up your leg. I didn’t actually think I’d fool you, though!”

Melissa settled down a bit. “Well, you keep your toes to yourself, too! It’s bad enough I have to worry about this one groping me in public, I don’t need two of you!” Melissa turned back to Doug when the laughing finally subsided. “Alright, truth then. Tell us the most awkward place we’ve had sex.”

Doug was a little shocked she’d ask a question that blunt. The wine must be really good. “Well, you were there, my love, so I guess I might as well be upfront about it. Melissa worked for a guy from our fitness club several years ago and sometimes I’d drop her off and pick her up after I was done working. One day I was a bit late getting there, and Larry was already gone for the day, so it was just the two of us in his whole office. After Melissa had gone to the bathroom, I jumped her with a huge kiss and one thing led to another. We gave each other hand jobs right there on the hallway floor, but I think that counts!”

It was Tom’s turn to give Doug a fist bump, and the table continued in uncontrollable laughter for a couple more minutes. When things settled down a bit, Doug looked over to Tom. “Well, it’s your turn I suppose. Truth or dare?”

Tom looked playfully at Janine. “I don’t know how much further you can go with the truth, so I think I’m going to have to say dare.”

“Fair enough. I’m not sure Janine can handle laughing that hard much longer. She’s about to explode, I think.”

“That’s what isveçbahis giriş she said,” Tom quickly added. More laughter.

“Yes, thank you. Anyway. I dare you to… make out with Janine’s hand for thirty seconds.” Tom gave Doug a great, “Are you kidding me?” glare and then took Janine’s hand. He kissed it all over and then sucked each finger separately. Then he started making his way up her arm with gentle kisses before stopping at her shoulder.

“That’s more than enough! You’re going to have to leave it at that. Besides, I think that’s our food.” Sure enough, Heidi had just come into the room carrying a big tray with all four meals. Apparently she’d seen a little bit of the last dare, though, because when she handed Tom’s plate to him she quipped, “How about you stick to eating this. I’m sure it’s not as good looking, but it tastes fantastic!” Janine blushed and looked back to the table. She looked up to Melissa who gave her a reassuring smile.

During the meal, conversation mostly returned to normal, though a couple more stories did come up about making out outdoors, at an old church building, and rooms around the house where each couple had gotten it on. Both of the guys made frequent caresses of their wife’s legs, backs, shoulders and hair. They were also stealing glances down the dresses when they could afford to, and both wives noticed the regular glances, grinning at each other when a husband was caught.

When Heidi returned to collect the plates, the guys asked for coffees while the women stated they needed to visit the ladies room. Tom and Doug let them slide out and enjoyed the view as they slowly wandered toward the bathroom.

When they got to the ladies room, they were relieved to find no one else in there. Janine spoke up first. “Man, if we keep this up, we’ll have to tell the babysitters to keep the kids all night and we’ll have to get hotel rooms!”

Melissa chuckled. “Yeah, no kidding! I keep pushing Doug’s advances away, but he’s seriously got me turned on. I don’t know about all night, but we may just have to get some rooms for a couple hours before we pick up the kids! I’m so horny I could rip my own dress off me!”

Janine gasped at the language and the laughed out loud. “I can’t believe you said that! But I’m feeling the same way. Tom hasn’t been this frisky in a long time! I so enjoy our date nights when we don’t have to worry about kids! Adulting is fun when it’s like this!”

“Well, we’re going to have to compose ourselves for a while yet. We’re certainly not starting anything at the restaurant, and we’re not into foursomes! I wonder what the guys are doing out there.”

“Oh, they’re probably talking about work or something. Not a chance they’re having discussions about being…” Janine changed to an exasperated whisper before finishing her thought. “Horny!” They both laughed hysterically and again composed themselves at the mirror before returning to their husbands. Who, for the record, had been talking about the quality of the coffee and good places to find other quality roasts.

Heidi had returned with the dessert menu and given the couples a few minutes to look them over. “Why don’t we get dessert to go and then we can crash at our place for a while before we have to pick the kids up?” Doug suggested. “I think the cheesecake sounds amazing, but I’m going to have to give it some time before I’ll have room! And another nice cup of coffee.”

Tom responded first. “I think that’s a good idea. We told the babysitter we might be out past midnight and it’s not even eight yet. No way we can call it a night yet!” The ladies both agreed and finished off their wine. Moments later the bills were paid and the couples exited onto the street with dessert in one hand and the spouse’s hand in the other. The evening was still warm and the late sun felt amazing. Melissa caught Janine’s eye at one point and they both chuckled.

Doug looked at his wife and said, “Hey. What’s got you two giggling?”

“Absolutely nothing. I have no idea what you’re talking about. We’re just girls being girls. I love you.”

“I love you too. But I’m not sure I buy that explanation.” With that, Doug opened the door and let Melissa climb in, stealing one more glance down the front of her dress before closing the door and going around to get in the driver’s seat.

When they arrived home, they opened the sliding glass doors in the living room and let some fresh air in. The girls both kicked off their shoes. Melissa sat down on the loveseat while Janine laid out on the couch. “What a wonderful evening!” Janine exclaimed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “How about those desserts?”

“Sure thing,” Doug responded. “And would you all like coffee?”

“Actually, I don’t think I want something hot to drink,” Melissa said.

Janine suggested instead, “Yeah, how about another glass of wine? I think the first one is all worn off by now. I’m always up for wine!” Melissa laughed and nodded in agreement.

Doug poured four more glasses of isveçbahis yeni giriş wine, giving the women quite a bit more than usual. He brought the wine into the living room while Tom brought in the desserts on plates.

“What are you trying to do? Get us drunk?!” Melissa asked Doug as he handed her the wine glass.

“Drunk wasn’t my first thought. Besides, you’re a sleepy drunk. I was more hoping to take you somewhere else.” Melissa smacked him in the butt and Janine chuckled as she’d watched the exchange. Tom was standing at the door looking out over the back yard.

“Did you guys ever get the pool running?”

“No, I’m still ready to shoot that stupid thing,” Doug answered. “But, we did get the hot tub running. That had fewer problems.”

Janine sat up. “Hey! We should hang out in the hot tub after dessert. Wine goes well with hot tubs!”

Tom sat down next to his wife. “Well, that sounds amazing, but we didn’t exactly bring our swimsuits.”

“Well,” Doug said, “you could borrow a pair of my trunks, but that doesn’t help Janine. But, aren’t a bra and panties about the same as a swimsuit for girls?” Doug laughed at his own joke, until Melissa slugged him in the arm. “Ouch! I was joking. Well, half joking anyway. I guess you could see if Melissa has something you could borrow.”

Melissa said that she’d see what she could find but was pretty sure she only had one one-piece so she’d need to share a two-piece.

“I’m sure Tom won’t mind that,” Doug said with a grin.

“Nope, absolutely won’t mind. Of course, I would have been good with the underwear!” This time, Janine smacked her husband on the leg.

“You two are terrible!” Melissa exclaimed.

When everyone was done with dessert, Doug went to change into his swimsuit and brought one down for Tom. He changed in the bathroom and the guys went outside to get the hot tub ready. Melissa and Janine went up to Melissa’s bedroom to see what swimsuits they could find. Melissa laid out three two-pieces for Janine to choose from and Janine picked one up. “Wait a second. If I have to wear a two-piece, so do you. It’s only fair Doug gets to see your skin if Tom gets to see mine!”

With that, Janine started taking her dress off. “Do you mind unzipping me?” she asked Melissa.

“Not at all.” Melissa pulled down Janine’s zipper and the dress dropped to the floor. She turned around and asked in return, “And could you get my zipper too?”

“Sure thing.” Janine returned the favor and Melissa’s dress also fell to the floor and she picked it up and tossed it to the bed. Janine had stripped off the rest of her clothes and was pulling on the selected swimsuit. Melissa turned to pick up another of the suits and Janine couldn’t help but look at her amazing breasts, particularly her hardened nipples. “Wow, Melissa, cold?”

Melissa blushed when she saw Janine’s gaze. She quickly covered herself with the top of the swimsuit and responded, “Heck no, Janine! I’m still wicked turned on and none of this is helping! You think these are something,” and to add emphasis she pulled her top back down exposing her hardened nipples, “I’m dripping wet about two feet lower!”

Janine finished putting her top on and said, “Yeah, I hear ya. I’m in the exact same boat. You know what we should do.. we should go turn the tables and torture the guys. They want to get us all,” pausing again, “horny like this, we should be able to fight back!”

The two women finished tying the straps for one another and then headed out to the hot tub. They were both wrapped in towels and came out to the edge of the hot tub where their husbands were relaxing. They both slowly removed the towels, receiving several whistles in response from the guys. The fun had only just begun though.

Both women crawled slowly and seductively over the edge and into the hot tub. Both husbands got long, intentional views of their wife’s breasts. Instead of sitting next to their husbands, though, they each climbed in onto their husbands’ laps facing them and blocking their views of the other couple. Melissa leaned forward against Doug and began kissing him passionately. “Show me that french kiss again, my love, but this time please don’t stop.” With that, she went back to kissing him, and he obeyed without hesitation.

Janine straddled Tom on the other side of the hot tub, pressing herself against his chest while pulling on his arms. They also shared a very intimate kiss. Doug reached his arms around Melissa and pulled her in tightly as they continued to kiss. But looking over her shoulder he noticed Tom was removing Janine’s bikini top.

Stopping the kiss abruptly and grinning, Doug piped up. “Hey, what’s going on over there?!”

Tom didn’t look up and Janine didn’t stop kissing his neck. “You’ve got your own girl. You’ll figure it out.” With that, Tom went back to his own french kiss.

Melissa sat up for a moment and grinned playfully back at Doug. “I can see you’re a little shy, so let me help you out.” With that she reached behind and untied her own bikini straps, letting the top slowly slide down her arms and wrapping it around Doug’s neck like a tie. She then pulled his hands up from the water and cupped one around each breast. Lustfully she said, “Making sense now?”

I pulled into the cemetery at dawn. Shaking from nerves, I looked over and saw him. He was tall, 6’4″ at least, covered in tattoos, and built like a professional wrestler. We met online two weeks prior over a shared interest in photography, cemeteries, and abandoned places.

As I drove up behind his truck, he began walking toward me. I got out, camera bag slung across my back, and a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Instead of a hug or a handshake, he slid my gear off my arm, placing it gently on the ground, and lifted me onto the hood of my SUV. My 5′, 130-pound body could not have stopped it if I tried. Without saying a word, he grabbed a handful of my long, loose hair, pulled my head back, and kissed my neck.

We had been together in person for less than a minute, and I could already feel myself getting wet from the feel of his mouth and cheeks on my skin. After what felt like hours, his lips touched mine, and I felt his massive hands slide under the back of my shirt. He pulled me closer to him, all the while kissing my neck and chest.

Without thinking, my hands made their way to his belt. Soon, I had his quickly hardening cock wrapped between my fingers. His hands were now inside of my leggings, pushing their way into the warmth of my pussy. It was slippery, I could feel that much, isveçbahis and his fingers were so large that I could feel each knuckle as they entered me.

We were alone in the oldest and most isolated part of the cemetery. Angel statues and weather-worn headstones were all we could see. I finally wiggled my way between the hood of my vehicle and his giant body. As my feet hit the gravel driveway, I pushed his pants down. His dick was hard, huge, and now in my mouth. I could hear him let out a moan, and I knew he enjoyed having a stranger’s tongue caressing his bare flesh. I sucked his dick for just a few moments before he picked me up, spun me around, and guided me to my knees on the ground a few feet away.

I heard his belt buckle clink on itself as he also made his way to the grass. I pushed my leggings to my knees and bent over in anticipation. There was no teasing and no romance when he shoved himself in me from behind. I know I let out a little squeal. With one hand holding my hips, his other made its way to my clit. His fingers were soon dripping in my juices. I felt my head jerk back suddenly, and then his wet fingers were in my mouth. He bent down and whispered, “Can you taste yourself on me?”

We fucked for a good 10 minutes before I felt one final thrust and, then the throbbing that could isveçbahis giriş only mean that he came. He bent forward, pressing his chest against my back. I felt a small kiss on the head before the pressure eased. He was standing up, and I followed suit.

Once we had our clothing back into place, he said, “So you’re Danielle? I’m Mark. That was so fucking hot.” “Yes, it was, ” I replied, “and the most excitement I’ve ever had.”

We spent the next hour shooting pictures of gravestones and crypts in the light of the rising sun. He was the most talented person I had ever met, and I clung onto every word when he spoke of composition, lighting, and artistry. As the sun got too harsh to get a good image, we put our gear away, locked our vehicles, and walked hand in hand through the shadows of the graves and the old growth of the canopy above. He was nearly 15 inches taller than me and clearly outweighed me by 200 pounds. Physically, he was everything I ever wanted a man, everything my husband was not.

We found a hidden corner and sat down in the still dew-covered grass. He laid back to watch the clouds wisp by. I took that as the perfect opportunity to get him hard once again. I rubbed my hand on his pants and then felt his bulge get bigger and bigger. His belt was still unbuckled from before, isveçbahis yeni giriş so I unbuttoned his pants and took the entirety of his manhood into my mouth. I felt it choking me at the back of my throat.

I could not take it much longer, he could tell. He told me to ride him, so I took off one flip-flop and one side of my leggings and climbed on top of him. I took his dick even deeper this time, and it felt like pain and ecstasy all at the same time. At first, I thought I would be in control. I was wrong. He sat up unexpectedly as I was moving my hips back and forth, and then he flipped me over onto my back. I felt a rock bury itself into my ass as he pushed himself into me. He was the largest man I had ever met in every way, and he had my legs open. I was completely exposed.

He pulled himself out of me before he came. As I wondered what, exactly, he was up to, I closed my eyes, just for a second. It was then that I felt his tongue on my clit. He slowly licked my pussy until my back was arched in climax. I told him to stop, and half-heartedly tried to move my legs over to one side, but he wasn’t done with me. He ate me until I felt the flood of warmth and endorphins of a second orgasm, which had never happened in my bedroom at home.

He finally returned to his back, and I sat on top of his still pulsing dick. It did not take long for him to cum inside of me again. When he did, I could feel my nerves lessening, and knew then that this was not a one-off fuck. We were meant to meet, and I was meant to let him know all of my secrets.

It was my annual work Christmas celebration. Always a good time, nice to leave the constraints of the workplace behind and lighten up the pace a bit.

A surprise visit from Santa had everyone questioning who had set it up and who the man behind the beard was. During all the chatter and drinking, each woman took their turn sitting on Santa’s lap. I was last to take my place and give my run down of my list and the confirmation of my niceness, not forgetting to also touch upon a bit of my naughtiness. After all, there’s no fooling Santa; I had to come clean.

By that time, most of the group was spread throughout the house, continuing their own conversations and not paying much attention to what was being shared with the main guest. My husband escorted me over to Santa and remarked to him, that he “thought I had been a pretty good girl” and for him to ensure I got all that I asked for; little did he know. Another party goer then summoned him into a conversation and he was on his way leaving me alone to speak freely.

As I warmly greeted Santa, I wrapped my arm around his neck and sat on his inviting lap. I was well aware of the amount of cleavage I was showing and how my already non-conservative skirt length had risen dangerously farther up than it should have. The top of my thigh highs and then some were clearly being exhibited, my sexy high heels nicely finished the look. I figured since I was about to share some racy details about the year, that what the special guest was viewing would pale in comparison.

“So Karen, have you indeed been a good girl?

Impressed, but then rationalizing that Santa really should know my name, I gave a hesitant, “Yes…for the most part.” answer. I blushed when asked to elaborate. Hmmm, the thoughts of being overheard raced through my mind so I whispered to Santa “Although I’m quite comfortable on your lap, I think it would be best if I shared the details of my naughtiness with you somewhere a little more private.”

If I’m completely honest, the thoughts of what I was about to share was making me moist and since I was pantyless, I also feared leaving a telltale sign on Santa’s red velvet bottoms. What would Mrs. Claus say?

Santa nodded to my suggestion and we agreed to meet upstairs in a few minutes time. As he made a silent exit, I joined the others, chatted for a bit, freshened my drink and took the liberty of making a strong one for the man about to hear my story – I figured he would need it. As I made my way up the stairs, I had to admit I was excited that I would finally be sharing my secret. There was also no denying how wet my pussy was becoming.

When I entered the room, Santa looked at home in a big comfy chair and immediately motioned for me to take my place back on his lap. I caught my breath and happily obliged. Passing him his drink, I held my glass up to his and made a toast to the tireless work he did, after-all, hearing confessions such as mine is no easy task, and I extended my toast to include good girls gone slightly bad.

“So…?”, Santa questioned. I finished my liquid courage and began my confession, ensuring my way from the nice list to the sinful naughty list. “There’s another man in my life and I’m crazy about him. I know how wrong that is, but he makes me so happy. I don’t understand how something so good can be so bad.” I went on to explain all the joy this man, with whom I fell in love with, brought to my life.

After intently listening, isveçbahis Santa nodded and surprised me when he acknowledged my feelings and simply shrugged when he said “Sometimes things in life happen like that and there’s no explaining why.”

I thought maybe I’d gotten myself off the bad girl list before I had even gotten on it! However, the questioning didn’t end there. The main man wanted to delve deeper, as he enquired “What really makes you naughty?”

If I hadn’t noticed Santa staring a little longer than he should have at the generous amount of bosom I was showing, felt his hands higher up my leg than they should have been, and even detected some hardness against my thigh, I would have left it at what I had already divulged. It was apparent that he wanted details of a sexual nature.

“Santa, are you asking me to be explicit? Do you want specific details?” I erred on the side of caution as I was suddenly uncharacteristically shy and wanted to ensure Santa was prepared for my admission of guilty pleasures.

“I don’t think loving somebody makes you naughty, Karen.” “But Santa, I am married and I have to mention, the special man in my life is as well.” “So, it’s strictly an emotional relationship?” he queried.

Aware that my reddening cheeks were answering his question, I completely let my guard down. “No, it’s also a very sexually charged relationship. One that pleases us both and leaves us wanting more.”

He pondered and said, “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to be the judge of your real naughtiness. Share with me some of your experiences.”

The arousal that had traveled throughout me earlier had only gotten stronger while on the lap of my childhood holiday hero. Honestly, the slight tabooness of the scene was making me hot and horny, and the erection that was now unmistakable against my leg was also heightening my libido. On top of that, detailing my sexual experiences was doing a quite a number on me.

To help ease me into the conversation, Santa prompted, “Tell me, your first time meeting, was there sex involved?”

Again, I blushed, remembering our first date and the happenings. In his law office in the boardroom on what would have otherwise been a quiet Sunday summer morning. And NO surprise, more wetness.

“Yes, there was.” Biting my lip I continued to explain because we initially met online our communication was exceptional. That included all facets of getting to know each other, not excluding our sexual desires. When we discussed our first time being in each other’s physical presence, I made the offer that I would simply drop to my knees and suck him off, no talking. In reality that is close to what happened but only after passionately kissing and a lot of hands-on exploring of each other’s bodies.

Santa listened intently. My breathing quickened and I’m sure could be heard by him. “And, were there words spoken?” he questioned. He was now going to hear my admittance of one of the most sexually exciting moments of my life.

As I was getting lost in my story, Santa was gently touching my hair with one hand while his other was rubbing the top inside of my leg. I stopped for a moment to enjoy his caressing and noticed a bit of familiar want in his eyes. It was then when he took his gloves off and resumed his caressing, that my heart skipped a beat and my cunt slightly spasmed. The softness of his hands were unmistakable. How could I not know until then?

I composed myself isveçbahis giriş and hoped my initial pleased reaction didn’t reveal that I recognized the man behind the beard. Of course…more wetness.

“If you must know, Santa, my words to my new found lover as we looked into the other’s eyes were, “Are you ready?'” No explanation as to what I was referring to was necessary. “His name is Robert, Santa and no words were spoken, he simply nodded.” I then asked him, “Would you like to stand or sit?” to which he responded “I’ll stand.”

Leaning into my red and white beclothed lover, my 38DD tits now nicely pushed together and my skirt rising even farther up, I put one arm around his neck and the other on his chest and whispered, “He was naïve to think he could actually remain on his feet for one of my blow jobs; I suggested he sit.” As I moved back, my hand innocently yet purposely skimmed over his groin, his cock was now fully attentive. “Would you like me reenact the scene, Santa?” Mirroring the original response, my question was answered with a simple nod.

I slithered off the comfort of his lap, my sexual prowess in high gear and helped in pulling down his pants. On my knees, I took his cock in my hands, looked up at him and kept my eyes glued on his while I traced my lips with the tip of his hard-on; my lips glistened. My tongue lapped up the remainder of his precum followed with my mouth sliding over the object of its affection. While I kept a slow sensual rhythm, my lover’s hands took their place on the back of my head. His soft hands excitingly juxtaposed driven by the need for a bit of roughness.

It seemed his cock desired to fuck my mouth and not merely make love to it. My teasingly slow manner had in turn gotten me exactly what I wanted, a man in control. As his shaft sought out the back of my throat, I could no longer ignore the ache of my pussy.

My fingers glided across my cunt lips, the mere touch made me loudly moan. I eagerly found my clit and rubbed it gently. I was on the brink of orgasm and knew I only had to slide my finger into my pussy to end the self inflicted agony. The wetness easily paved the way from rubbing to fingering which was more than welcomed. The immediate reaction of a satisfying orgasm was noted by the pleasure shown on my face and my cum drenched finger.

I momentarily abandoned Santa’s dick from the confines of my warm mouth and purred to him, “Does this make me a naughty girl, Santa?”

“It makes you a very naughty girl but not to worry, you still have something coming.” His play on words sent me hungrily back to his cock. I was behaving more impatiently than anything; I wanted my personalized present from Santa and it was apparent by the way I was devouring him.

Teasingly looking up at him, I unbuttoned my blouse to reveal a sexy red laced shelf bra, my nipples erect, my tits swaying with each stroke of my mouth. Santa looked pleased, even more so as he watched me slip my finger once again into my cunt followed up with the basting of my nipples from my own juices and again drenching my fingers only to coat his dick just as generously as I did my nipples.

He watched as my tongue rimmed the tip of his cock and then slid up and down him; the taste of my own cum served to awaken my pussy’s need to be fucked. It was apparent that my lover was close to draining his excitement down my throat. I selfishly stopped sucking him off and told him, “I need you to fuck me.” isveçbahis yeni giriş As much as I was craving a drink of his cum, more than that I ached for his cock in my warm wet cunt.

Since he was seated so comfortably, I decided I would climb on top of him and ride the both of us to ecstasy. Straddling him, I spread my cunt lips and guided his hardness into me. It felt so good, I moaned with pleasure and continued moving my hips in a circular motion while driving my wanting pussy up and down him.

The view of my tits bouncing to mirror my movements were not enough for Santa. He sensually took one nipple in his mouth while the other was being tugged at. So sensitive are my nipples that it wasn’t long before I moaned out yet again that I was going to cum on him.

Although I was in total control of how fast and hard we were fucking, typical of my passive side I needed my lover’s permission to lose myself in orgasm. I begged him to tell me to cum. He was enjoying watching my struggle of holding back.

“Please, tell me I’m allowed to cum. Let me cum on your fucking cock. Tell me to cum on your cock, fuck I beg you.” Santa had put me through enough waiting and finally ended my anguish.

“Cum for me, Sweetheart. Cum now. Cum on my cock”. With pleasure I felt my cunt pulsate around him, heard the sound of more wetness, and enjoyed another satisfying orgasm. God, I love this man.

My lips next to his ear, I questioned, “Where do you want your cum?” Knowing he loves the fact that he owns me, I sensually added on “Sir”.

I then offered him his choices, “Would you like your cum deep in my cunt, covering my titties, splattered on my face or coating my mouth?” As he carefully considered his options, it was apparent he needed to decide quickly; Santa’s present to me was almost mine. “How would you like it if I simply knelt in front of you, stroked your cock and enjoyed your cum a few ways?”

My Master in disguise gave me the go ahead, “I’ll allow you to decide.” He was literally in good hands. I found his lips, kissed him passionately, and told him to sit back and enjoy.

Although the thought of having his cum slowly drip down from my cunt over the next few hours turned me on, I knew the visual I had decided on would be just as pleasing to both myself and my man. Dismounting his cock, I found my way back to my original position.

On my knees for his pleasure once again, I took his hardness in my hand. Stroking his shaft was effortless thanks to the wetness of my cum. In anticipation of Santa’s gift to me I teasingly alternated the tip of his cock from nipple to nipple, to rubbing against the smoothness of my cheek.

“Can I have my present now, Santa? I’m trying to be a good girl.” With that, I vigorously stroked him to orgasm. The fruits of my labor shooting onto my titties, and then my face and finally, wrapping my mouth around his cock, down my throat. Such a lovely sight and taste.

Spent, my lover melted into the chair and savoured the moment. Pleased with myself, I knelt back for a moment, with an undeniable look of satisfaction.

I cleaned up the telltale signs of our sexual tryst, straightened out my skirt, buttoned my blouse, while Santa properly suited up. He sat down and once again I found my place on his lap.

My arm around his neck, his around my waist, we smiled warmly at each other. “Merry Christmas, Darling. Thank you for surprising me tonight. I love you so much.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Honey. Tonight was my pleasure. I love you too. Now no more naughtiness from you, at least not until the next time we’re together!”

We shared a last kiss together and then each went on our merry way!

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

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“You’ve been very kind,” Sunita murmured.

“Auntie, please don’t say that. You’re my best friend’s mother. It’s my duty to help you.”

“I wish there was some way I could thank you.”

“There’s no need.”

Sunita smiled gently, looking at the handsome nineteen-year-old youth. The same age as her son, they’d been childhood friends. How they’d grown, she thought. He wasn’t a kid any more; he was a young man, confident, poised, strong and, yes, sexy.

She looked at Vinod again with renewed interest, her pulse quickening slightly, feeling a rush of excitement, a knot in her belly. Yes, sexy, most definitely sexy. She wondered if he had any sexual experience.

It was crazy. She couldn’t be thinking like this. He was her son’s age, she’d known him since his infancy, she couldn’t be thinking of him as a lover.

Then again, why not? She was in her late thirties, she had a sex drive and it wasn’t like he was a blood relative or anything. It wouldn’t be incest.

He stood just under six feet, lean and dark with fine straight features. His shoulders were wide, the torso hard and tough with a flat belly and a broad chest. His shirt was open low and she knew he didn’t have much body hair. She liked that. His hips were high and narrow and his limbs were long and muscular. She wondered if he had a sizable penis; she liked well-hung men. Certainly the bulge in his crotch was promising.

“You must be hot,” she murmured. “We’ve been out in the sun a lot. Why don’t you have a quick wash and change, you’ll be more comfortable. Then I’ll fix you something cool to drink.”

“Thanks, I think I will,” he said. “I need to bathe.”

“Come, I’ll show you the bath.”

She led him to the servant’s bath, gave him a thin towel, a cake of cheap soap, a bucket and a tumbler.

“The door doesn’t lock, by the way, but don’t worry about it. There’s no one else home.”

“Okay.” The boy didn’t seem embarrassed. Evidently he trusted her.

Sunita left him. Back in the servant’s room, she stripped off the bra under her blouse, dropped her panties under her sari and even dropped the petticoat, deftly re-wrapping the sari so that it tucked in on itself, wrapped around her narrow waist. She wore it low, well under her navel, just above her crotch, high on her hips. Already her breasts were turgid, her stubby nipples stiff with excitement.

She heard the water running in the bucket, heard the splash, the slap and squelch of soap on wet flesh. Taking a deep breath, she went back to the bath, softly opened the door. He was squatting, balanced on his toes, sluicing water over his back and head with the tumbler, his back to her and she stopped for a moment, sucking in her breath in excitement as she took in the sharp V of his body, the strength of his muscles rippling under his taut skin. He hadn’t stripped fully, was still in his small, tight briefs and she saw how firm and tough his buttocks were. God, she wanted him!

She picked up the ends of her sari and folded it up, tucking it into the waist to keep the bottom from getting wet. It showed her legs to above her knees.

“Here, let me do your back,” she said, taking the tumbler from his hands. “It needs a good scrub.”

“Auntie!” he gasped in shock.

“Shut up, idiot,” she said in mock anger, but smiling. “How long have I known you? I cleaned your bum when you were six months old, remember?” Not waiting for a response, she began soaping his back vigorously. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?”

The boy succumbed. “Mm, yes. I can never reach there!”

She ran the soap over his shoulders, down his back to his waist, up again, and then began to scrub it with a damp washcloth, her body bent forward over his.

“Stand up,” she said. “I’m too old to keep bending like this.” Her hands were at his waist, just above his briefs. She hesitated for a second, and then took the plunge, slipping her hands into them, over his buttocks. He froze, wriggled, and tried to break free. “Stop jumping about,” she snapped as if there was nothing amiss. “C’mon, take them off.”

“Auntie, no!”

“Oh, don’t be silly, boy! What have you to hide from me? Now do as I say! C’mon, I haven’t all day!”

She felt the tension in his body. Slowly, hesitantly, he hooked his thumbs in his briefs and rolled them down. Sunita stifled a moan of excitement. She soaped his buttocks, his thighs, calves, scrubbed them, moved up again.

“Now lift your arms, Vinod. And spread your feet.”

The boy seemed to be in a daze. He raised his arms and shuffled his legs apart. Sunita moved closer, moved the soap and cloth under his buttocks, her fingertips touching his scrotum. The boy squirmed. She drew away, did isveçbahis his underarms. He relaxed, thought she had finished. She lathered the soap afresh in her hands and quickly slipped her arms around him, soaping his neck and chest and belly. He tensed again as her hands moved lower. He tried to break way but now she had her arms around him and it was too late. Her hands were in his crotch, her fingers moving up and down over his penis. She bit her lower lip. It was wonderful, better than she’d dared hope, at last seven inches long and thickening rapidly as she worked it.

“Oh god Auntie, no!” he groaned.

“Yes, Vinod. Do as I say. Turn around.”

“Auntie, please.”

“Do it, Vinod. Do it because I ask you to. Please.”

Trembling, he turned around and they were face to face. He was a good head taller than her. She ran her hands over his body, down to his crotch again, caressing his now massive penis, looked up at him.

“Have you had a woman before, Vinod? Tell me. Have you?”

He looked at her, confusion, despair, fear and excitement all mingled in his eyes. “Yes,” he stuttered. “Yes.”

“Older than you?”

“No … no … not older.”

“It’s different with someone experienced.”

“Auntie, please,” he moaned. “Please don’t.” But his body betrayed him. His cock throbbed in her hand.

“Water.”

“What?”

“Water. You need to rinse. You’re all soapy.”

The boy turned and bent to fill the tumbler. When he straightened, she had let her pallu drop completely, had undone all but one button of her blouse. Her swollen breasts pushed at the cloth. Her long mangalsutra glistened in her cleavage. Her eyes glittered with hunger, her lips were parted. She cupped and lifted her breasts, squeezing them, pressed her tongue to her upper lip. Staring at her, he sluiced the water over himself and now didn’t object when she took it from him and washed his penis.

He took the tumbler from her; she stroked his cock in her fingers. He refilled the tumbler, bending sideways from the waist, then straightened and slowly tipped it over her neck and face. Sunita groaned softly, tilting her face up as the warm water trickled over her face and between her small, shapely breasts, down her back and shoulders, down her belly, soaking her clothes. She plucked at the knot of her sari and it came undone, fell to her feet and she took his hand in hers and pressed it to her crotch. Her cunt was wet, seeping juice and he gasped, hot and horny now, pressing his thick finger between her cunt-lips, knuckling her clitoris. Sunita moaned, arching her face and back, thrusting her breasts outward and he snapped the last button on her blouse. Her breasts bounced out and he bent his head and took one in his mouth, sucking hungrily, nibbling her stiff nipple. Moaning, she curled an arm around his head.

With a soft moan, she drew away from him, turning silently, slowly, his hand in hers and led him, wet and naked, from the bathroom to the servant’s room just beyond. In the dank windowless room, she turned and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue in and out of his mouth, one arm around his broad shoulders, the other working his stiff cock.

“I’m going to suck your cock,” she murmured. “You can cum in my mouth if you want. I like that.”

The boy groaned, despair and excitement still doing battle in his mind. She found it delicious. Slipping smoothly to her knees before him, she flipped back his foreskin and took his cock in her mouth quickly, started sucking it, working the bulging cock-head cleverly with his tongue. The boy cried out, his body lurching, spasming, belly snapping in with shock, hips thrusting at her face. Sunita moaned deep in her throat, her hands on his thighs, her face moving back and forth between his legs. His cock was thick and long and hot and its musky taste made her giddy with excitement. Whimpering, she caressed her face and breasts with it, her eyes hooded. The boy looked down at her, incredulous, disbelieving, enormously turned on. She was incredible. He’d never imagined a blowjob this good. But, still, she was his best friend’s mother! She’d known him since he was kid, damn it! The battle raged momentarily, and then his body betrayed his mind, and the hunger of adolescence took control.

“Ohhhhhhh yes!” he gasped. “Oh god yes!” He flung his head back, his hands on her head, moving it to and fro now, his hips pumping. “Oh yes … suck me! Suck my cock … oh god yes!”

He still couldn’t bring himself to talk to her like he did with some of the others he’d been with, to call her exciting, sexy, dirty names … and what she was doing to him didn’t let him use the honorific either. She realized his torment and savoured it wickedly for a long moment, sucking his cock like a slut, fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples. He groaned thickly, watching her incredulously, in deep excitement. Her face was distended with the thickness of his cock. She took his hands in hers, moving them off isveçbahis giriş her head, keeping them pinned to his sides, her face rocking back and forth, turning this way and that as she used her tongue on his cock-head and every part of his shaft.

She ducked her head under his cock-shaft, dragging her teeth down the shaft lasciviously, her eyes tilted up to his, glittering with lust.

“Talk,” she murmured. “Say what you want, Vinod … let me hear it … what you really want to say … say it … please … I like hearing those words.”

Vinod gaped at her. He couldn’t. There was no way…

“C’mon whore! Suck it! Suck my cock!” he heard himself say, pulling her face back to his penis.

His words had a visible effect on her. She moaned loudly, throatily, throat and, releasing his hands from hers, took his cock deep in her mouth, her tongue whipping his cock-head in frenzy. Vinod cried out, his head arching, his hips jerking forward, his hands flying to her head again. She sucked him feverishly, her head rocking rapidly to and fro, her hands on his thighs. He pumped his hips back and forth at her face, moving her head in rhythm, fucking her mouth.

“Yes! Ohfuckyes!” he gasped. “Yes … uhhh yes uhh c’mon, whore, c’mon! Suck harder, whore, suck harder!” scarcely believing what he saying and to whom.

On and on she went, her hunger and lust evident, insatiable. His loins were bursting with heat and he groaned thickly, in imminent danger of losing control. With all her experience, Sunita sensed it at once and immediately stopped, moving her head back, gently jerking his cock in one fist.

“Don’t come,” she murmured. “Don’t you dare cum yet! C’mon! Take a deep breath! Yes … that’s good … you can cum in my mouth later, not now.” She looked up at him, her eyes glittering with lust, smiling lasciviously.

She moved onto her back on the floor, drawing him down with her, over her, holding his head in his hands, kissing him hard, her tongue probing his mouth. He could taste himself on her. Her breasts were turgid under his chest, her stiff nipples raking his skin. The hard mangalsutra scraped his flesh.

“My cunt’s burning,” she murmured. “Lick me. Show me how well you can lick a woman’s cunt.”

Vinod’s excitement flared again. He moved his face lower, sweeping his tongue over her long nipples, nibbling them sharply. She gasped, arching and he sucked on the small mounds, taking them deep in his mouth. Sunita groaned, her fingers clenching his hair. Sucking one breast, he squeezed the other, twirling her rigid nipple in forefinger and thumb, rubbing her mangalsutra over it. She whimpered, her face turning to one side, her hips writhing under his.

“Lick me,” she groaned. “Lick my slit, Vinod! Hurry!”

The youth grinned to himself, his confidence increasing. This was terrific. She was incredible. What did it matter that she was his best friend’s mother? He moved his head lower, over her flat belly, loving the taut smoothness of her dusky skin, unblemished and hairless. He swept his tongue through her navel, moved lower, nuzzling the damp fuzz between her slender thighs. The heady aroma of her cunt filled his nostrils. Her legs were splayed wide, her cunt-lips open, visibly wet. He looked at it hungrily. She moved her hands down to her crotch, pulling them open even wider.

“Put it in,” she gasped. “Put your tongue into my cunt, Vinod! Lick it!”

Slowly, tenderly, gently, he dragged his tongue through her crack. The effect on her was electric. She gasped sharply, her body whipping up in a steep bow, her head arching back, her mouth in a wide O. He moved his tongue up and down her slit again, savouring the musky cunt-nectar, lapping at it. She whimpered, biting her lower lip sexily, her hands clenching his hair.

“Yes! Ohma uhhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes!” she moaned. “Oh Vinod! Uhhhh hanh … uhhh yes!”

Now his tongue was working her cunt busily, flickering up and down, round and round, jabbing tantalisingly at her swollen clit and whipping it to and fro, laving her cunt-lips. Sunita’s moans were loud, incessant, lewd. Her hips writhed under his face, jerking up and down. Her head flipped from side to side in an agony of joy as the heat built in her loins and flamed through her slender body.

“Yes uhh ohma uhh yes uhhh yes oh god yes oh that’s good … lick me! Lick me! Yes! That’s it!” she whimpered. “Do it … don’t stop! Keep licking!”

Vinod chuckled to himself, feeling strong and manly. Slowly, he slid a finger into her cunt, finger- and tongue-fucking her simultaneously. Sunita cried out in joy, her hips jerking uncontrollably under his face. He went on doing it, remorseless, torturing her as she had him, till, from her movements and sounds, he knew he had her on the very edge of an orgasm. And then he stopped, abruptly and without warning.

Sunita cried out in frustration, mewing and panting, clawing at him. “Don’t stop now! Oh you bastard! Don’t stop isveçbahis yeni giriş now!” she begged.

He grinned, moved up, straddling her body, kneeling over face, pushing his cock into her mouth. “Suck, bitch,” he growled. “Suck it hard! Yeh! That’s good! C’mon! Suck harder! Ahh yeh! That’s it! Slut, I’m gonna fuck you really hard now!”

Lying beneath him, Sunita moaned deep in her cock-filled throat, sucking the youth’s penis hungrily. Her lust was raging out of control, her head swam with excitement. The boy was incredibly good.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, taking her mouth off his cock, jerking it, looking up at him. “Please, Vinod! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Grinning, the lad moved down, kneeling upright between her thighs. She spread her legs wide and he pushed his cock-head to her cunt-lips. She moaned again, her hips writhing. Laughing softly, he took his cock in his hand and squeezed it into her cunt. It was incredibly hot and wet and tight and he cried out, his head jerking back, his belly snapping inward in shocked delight. Beneath him, Sunita arched, the breath hissing from her throat as the huge, hot hardness of his penis surged into her flesh.

“OHMAUHH AHHH UHHH AH!” she went.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” he gasped.

“Fuck me!” she groaned. “Fuck me, Vinod! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!”

The youth grabbed her legs by the calves, lifting them high and wide in his hands and began fucking her with long, deep, stabbing thrusts, rocking his lean hips steeply and swiftly to and fro, flexing and unflexing his taut buttocks. His cock ran in and out of her cunt, glistening with their juices, piercing her flesh deeply with each inward thrust. Her body jerked back and forth on the floor. She gasped and cried out in a frenzy of joy, her fingers splayed in tension, scrabbling at his arms, the floor, anything.

“Oh uh ohma uhh ohh uhh ohma uhh OHHHH uhh ohma uh yes uhh yes oh god yes uhh yes fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck me!” she cried.

Her head flipped from side to side. She chewed her lower lip. Hissing her pleasure, she squeezed her breasts hard, tugging at the long nipples. His cock felt wonderful in her slit, thick and long and heavy and hard, mashing her gorged clitoris in its to and fro passage, probing the deepest recesses of her cunt, stretching her cunt-lips to their fullest. Her cunt convulsed and spasmed on his throbbing penis, squeezing it eagerly in its wet warmth. Her hips jerked and bucked up and down, her body rocking with his punishing thrusts.

“Take it!” she heard him grunt. “C’mon, whore! Take it! Take my cock, you fucking slut! Tell me you like it!”

“Yes!” she gasped, thrilling at his words. “Oh ma uhhh yes, Vinod, yes! Yes! Oh god yes!”

He laughed, thick-voiced, moving faster and faster, his hips rocketing back and forth, ramming and pistoning back and forth, making her body toss and snap and jerk on the tiles. Sunita’s cries rose, her back bowing and bending, her fingers clenching his arms, her head flung back, long neck craned, tendons popping in her throat. Her mangalsutra slithered this way and that.

With a soft moan, she pulled her trembling legs from his hands, slipped his cock out of her and quickly turned over, getting on her forearms and knees before him, her breasts pendulous, long mangalsutra dangling.

“Fuck me like a bitch,” she gasped. “From behind.”

Vinod didn’t waste time. Grinning, he pulled her buttocks open, pushed his cock-head to her cunt-lips and with a sharp forward thrust of his hips, plunged his cock deep into her cunt.

“You want it? Take it, whore, take it!”

Sunita cried out loudly, her head snapping up, her body jerking forward, her mouth tearing open. His cock rammed into her and he began fucking her furiously, pummelling her buttocks with his thighs, ramming and slamming his hips to and fro, slapping them at her thighs, his fingers digging into her waist. Her body jerked furiously back and forth before his, her breasts jiggling, her mangalsutra flapping wildly.

“OH MA UH OHMA OH VINOD UHH OH VINOD UH HANH OH OHMA UH HANH UH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she went.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon whore c’mon yeh oh fuck yes take it, bitch, take it all, c’mon you fucking bitch, take my cock! Yeh oh fuck yes uhh oh … take it, whore, take it! Take my cock!”

Pausing fractionally, he moved up to straddle her hips in a deep squat, leaning forward over her, pressing down on her shoulders. His cock went deep into her cunt. He took a long breath and then, with a shuddering cry, began ram-fucking her furiously, his hips whipping up and down, back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock ramming and pistoning steeply in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the curves of her buttocks. Faster and faster he went and, her torso angled downwards beneath his, her face turned on one side, her body jerking, hips writhing at his crotch, cunt convulsing on his penis, her cries echoing in the room, Sunita orgasmed violently. Her cunt cramped down tight on his penis and, above her, the youth gasped and, gritting his teeth, slammed his cock into her, once, twice, three, four times, each thrust drawing a cracked sob of joy from her throat.

I can’t believe this day has finally arrived, the nerves building in the pit of my stomach.

We have been planning this date for a while now, online I have had the confidence to be as seductive as I have wanted to be, but real life?

This is a different matter. I’m naturally a shy girl but I am determined to overcome this, choosing my most seductive outfit, for our first meeting.

Our plan is to meet at a busy Irish bar in town, and as I have previously described to him I wear a tight, low cut, red dress. The cut and shape of the top, emphasizes my full, ripe breasts that are almost spilling over the top. I decided on no tights just my long, bare, soft, silky legs, with red painted toenails and open-toed heeled shoes.

As I reach the bar I can’t help but tremble with excitement and anticipation. I try to calm my trembling hands and strengthen my jelly like legs. I walk into the bar, scan the crowd and I can’t see him, I am about to turn on my heel and walk away, when I feel the brush of a soft, gentle hand against my exposed, naked, shoulder.

My heart beats a thousand beats and something sensual inside me sparks. I turn, to be greeted by a tall, handsome, dark haired gentleman.

“Wow, you look a million dollars, truly amazing as you described in your email.” There is a long pause as our eyes lock and he is becoming my guilty pleasure, my instant obsession.

“I have reserved us a window table and ordered us a bottle of fruity, white wine. I hope this for-fills your needs.

My mind is running on overtime now as I think to myself

“You will for-fill my needs.”

I’m speechless, unable to respond verbally, only being able to carry off a smile and giving a gentle, pleasing nod. Gary’s words may only of been simple words but the way he presents them in his sexy Irish accent makes me melt inside.

He takes hold of my hand escorting me confidently to our table, pulling out my chair to allow me to be seated and then walking round to sit directly opposite me. Even the way he walks, carries something special, something deep, something sexy, something erotic.

He begins to make conversation and I respond where necessary but as though I have been put in a trance, I’m bewildered by this amazingly, sensual man.

A few hours pass and I still feel besotted, yet my shyness is fading and my confidence grows.

The fire inside isveçbahis me destine to be released, starts to escape from within.

I slide my dainty, petite foot from my shoe and begin to edge it up the inside of his thighs, tracing it over his tender, cum-filled ball, and working up his tensing shaft. On return, giving him a gentle squeeze to his now growing immensely shaft.

He releases a quite moan as I repeat my actions once again but upping my game slightly. Circling my toes around the tip of his member as I reach the top.

Another moan is released, and he slides back in his seat involuntarily.

I take my glass of wine in my hand, drinking the remains and stand. I turn my back and walk a few steps, turn towards him and seductively wiggle my finger, to entice him out. He follows intriguingly, being led outside, where the rain is banging of the paths and kerbs as it pelts from the dark skies.

The rain is no longer the only thing making me wet now.

The sight of my gorgeous Irishman, soaked through, wearing a white shirt, showing off his masculine, toned body making him even more sexy. With a Christian Grey appeal about him.

I’m starting to loose control as my sensual feelings run wild, electricity flowing through my radiant body, pulling him towards me. Using his wet, transparent shirt as a leverage, our bodies pressed against one another, my ripe, well, full breasts squeezed tight against his chest. Starring into his big beautiful brown eyes, I lean in to kiss him, pressing our lips together, allowing our tongues to entwine together. Feeling the moment, sparks flying and our bodies reacting.

Our cab pulls up, we climb in and continue to kiss, passionately. I release our tongues, rest my head on his shoulder look up to meet his eyes again, wink and say;

“I am pantiless underneath this hot dress,”

His eyes twinkle with excitement as he goes in to find out if this statement is true.

He traces his fingertips – feather light up the inside of my sensitive thighs, gliding them over my smooth, moist, wanting pussy lips, kissing my neck softly, teasing me before whispering;

” I do believe we have a spectator.”

I glance at the rear mirror and see that he is right. I smile coyly and give a little “couldn’t careless” wave to the driver, he turns away embarrassed and sheepishly and returning his concentration isveçbahis giriş back to the road.

We arrive outside our hotel and the time has come when I can eventually get my hands on my dirty little married secret.

He pays the cab driver, I grab his hand pulling him out, slamming the door and running into the hotel lobby out of the rain, giggling.

We run into the open elevator and press level 8 straight away to prevent any other guests invading our space.

We begin to kiss again only this time erratically, grinding our aroused bodies against each other. The lift pings and shudders to a halt.

Excitement floods over my body as he stops in the corridor and pulls me in towards him. He pushes me up against the wall. One hand flat against the wall and the other holding my neck, sliding his right hand down my neck and onto my left breast, caressing me gently but firmly, feeling my nipple grow in his fingers. Twisting it sensually and erotically between his finger and his thumb before gliding his fingers down over my stomach and under my dress.

Slowly, teasing the entrance to my pussy, running his fingertips just along the edge but not inside. We hear movement and talking along the corridor but Gary doesn’t want to stop.

He thinks quickly, undoes his zip, lifts me in the air sliding me onto his fully erect, throbbing shaft and carrying me down the corridor towards our room.

He whispers ” Do you feel comfortable Miss Baker?”

I nod with a smile on my face and reply;

“Yes Mr Bailey, twas very spontaneous but no complaints from me!”

The movement and voices become nearer and I reach behind to pull my dress down to ensure everything was covered.

“Good evening.” A passer by comments.

“Good evening, it’s a wet one out there tonight.” Gary responds relaxed and calmly.

I whisper to him “It’s a wet one in here too.” And we both laugh as he runs towards our room, still with me wrapped around his waist.

We enter, leaving the bedroom door to slam as he speedily undoes my dress and tugs it off me revealing my full, ample breasts still mounted on his 8 and 1/2 inch member. He walks backwards towards the bed kicking his trousers off, making me bounce slightly on his erect, hard cock.

Falling back onto the bed, allowing me to handcuff him to the metal framework, kissing him passionately and isveçbahis yeni giriş working my way down his chest, planting feather-light kisses all over him, softly and seductively.

Laying at his feet, facing towards him, I run my soft petite foot up the inside of his naked thigh, tracing over his balls and up his hard shaft to the tip, using my toes to circle round, rubbing his pre-cum and my juices into his cock.

He lets out a moan, a desirable moan, straining against the handcuffs, as the excitement soars through his body as I tease him tremendously with my feet. Seeing him so turned on and so helpless, is mind-blowing enough but I have only just started and I want to see how far I can take him.

Placing a gentle kiss on his balls and gently nibbling, before trailing my tongue up and over his shaft slowly and softly is nearly enough to tip him over the edge.

“Please babe.” He begs “Un-cuff me and let me tease you in return.”

I look up at Gary and respond

“Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum, until I tell you that your allowed.”

There was no response from him so I asked, “Am I understood?”

Gary remains speechless, turned on immensely by the domineering mannerism from me and he nods.

“However, if you disobey my order your tease will continue only this time I will leave you in anticipation, tied up whilst I go down to the bar to allow you time to think.”

I give Gary a cheeky grin, his cock starting to move involuntarily as I return my longing, skilful tongue. Starting at the base nibbling, sucking, teasing his balls before licking my way back up, tracing my tongue tip over his slit before wrapping my mouth firmly around his cock.

Sliding my mouth further and further down his shaft with each stroke. I continue to suck until I see his toes curl, his body starts to ripple as waves of electricity volt trough his sexy body.

I remove his cock from my mouth but slide my hand down to the base and un-handcuff him.

Looking up at him, leaving him in suspense for a little while before yelling;

“Ok baby, cum, cum all over, let it dribble down your throbbing, pulsating cock and over my hand.”

He cums hard as we both watch is amazement it erupt out the top like an active volcano,

Once the eruption Is complete I lick the cum off my hand and spit it back onto his shaft rubbing it in.

I look up at Gary and smile.

“Did you enjoy?”

“That was amazing! Mind-blowing but believe me revenge is sweet!”

He rolls on to his side gazing into my eyes, wraps his arm around me and we sleep together peacefully.

“Let me come home.” She nearly whimpers.

“Don’t be like that. You know we could never make it work again.” He chastises with a sad smile, his fingers tangling in his long hair as he scratches the side of his head.

“I could do anal again.” She pleads, laying a delicate hand on his chest and staring up at him through coffee-caramel eyes. “At least once a week.” His smile slips completely. His posture grows tight. He leans back ever so slightly.

“Don’t do that.” His flat voice shakes slightly. “That’s what cost us this relationship. How could we ever trust each other again? We both deserve better. Don’t say that.” He takes her hand gently in his and carefully pulls it away from his chest. Her second hand joins the first and they grip his shirt. She steps in close, gazing up at him.

“We can do this. We can make each other happy again. There’s so much to work through, but I can help you and you can help me. I can do this for you again. I want to do this for you again. Let us try… Let us try?” The last comes out a choked whisper. His body is ridged as she leans lightly against him, tense.

“You deserve better…” He whispers, feet shifting as he takes her shoulders gently and takes a slight step back. Her fists clench hard around the fabric of his shirt and she steps with him, crowding in close and pressing her cheek against his chest.

“Maybe. But this is where I want to be. This is where home is. This is where I belong.” He flinches. Struggling visibly, his hands slowly slip from her shoulders and his arms wrap around her delicate body. She releases his shirt and holds him fiercely. He bends over her slightly, enveloping her in his strong arms, squeezing her too tightly, crushing her against him, with never a complaint from her.

“I miss you. I miss you, but this isn’t a good idea.” He whispers into her thick, soft hair.

“I’ll win you over. I’ll show you. I’m going to find a place in town. You’ll see.” She murmurs faintly through crushed lungs. His arms let up slightly but she grips him tighter and keeps them firmly close. After a moment’s hesitation his grip tightens slightly again.

“This is a bad idea.” He whispers, so quietly it might have only been meant for his own ear, yet at the same time his arms squeezed around her protectively.

* * * *

“Apparently you come here way too often.” A musical voice teases from behind him. His long curls roll across his back as he turns from the drink in front of him to regard the beautiful, little woman pulling up a chair at the bar beside him. He can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips as she fakes a scolding pout.

“Do you really mind? Good food, good drink and good company.” She rolls her eyes with a glowing grin and scoops up the menu in front of her.

“And what can I get you tonight?” The bartender asks while polishing a wine glass.

“Let’s start with a raspberry margarita.” She gives a little bounce in her chair. He laughs as the bartender walks away, leaning in to wrap his arm around her shoulders and steers her chin toward him to steal a quick taste of her lips. “What?” she asks feigning indignant. His grin grows as he leans in again.

“I love when you bounce.” He murmurs, his lips brushing hers and then he kisses her again.

“Oh, do you?” She asks coyly, her eyes twinkling above her secretive little smile.

“Mmm. I do.” His eyes look grey right now, like charged thunderclouds. She bites her lower lip and turns to the drink being set before her. He chuckles and turns himself to the menu waiting for him, but not before running a hand through her long brown hair that cascades nearly to her waist. A small shiver runs through her before she takes her first sip and then glances at her own menu.

They stay a couple of hours. Good food, good drink and good company indeed, setting them at ease. Her hand lingers on his lap. His hand caresses her hip. They steal a couple more kisses. They tease each other good naturedly and touches last a moment longer than they need to. Her smiles are captivating and infectious. They pay their tabs and slowly make their way to the doors. Once outside she leans into him claiming the early summer evening is too cool. He scoffs slightly at her lie but holds her close. After a moment she looks up at him.

“Come home with me this time.”

“You sure we’re ready for this?” Her reassuring smile coaxes one from himself and he squeezes her affectionately. “Okay.”

They call a cab and by the time it arrives they stumble into the back seat kissing heavily. She pants her address between hot kisses and heavy hands and moans lightly, tangling her hands in his hair as he trails feather light kisses down her neck, sucking ever so slightly from time to time. Hands and lips roam with the shadows of memory and renewed and rekindled curiosity and unbridled desire. Were her lips always this soft? Were his shoulders always this broad? Did her body always meld to his so perfectly? Did his touch on the skin of her hip always send this shock through her? Their passions climb, their hands isveçbahis explore, until a self-conscious cough up front interrupts them. He hastily passes a generous bill up front and they scramble from the back seat.

She leads him by the hand toward the front door. He pulls her to a stop and drinks deeply from her honey lips. They part reluctantly and she pulls him along. He pulls her back, pressing himself along her back, running his hands through her hair and trailing his lips behind her ear and down the side of her neck. She shudders before pulling away and leading him up the front step. Fumbling with her keys he traps her between his large body and the door, his hands gripping her hips tight and kissing her hungrily. The keys drop to the porch as she wraps herself around him, her hands clasp his back, lips explore his with ever growing need, she clings to him as he crushes her against the doorway.

With a violent jerk she pulls away and kneels to grab the dropped keys. As she stands back up she runs a hand along the inseam of his pant leg and cups him firmly before turning and hastily opening the door. She steps across the threshold but his feet remain rooted to the front stoop.

“You sure about this? Last chance to back out.”

Her fingers trail down her midriff as she grasps her shirt and draws it up over her head. He shifts excitedly as her supple body reveals itself inch by inch. Her skin is beautiful, soft, inviting. His hands clench at his sides. She drops her shirt in the hall and cups her own breasts through her bra. The swell of her curves, the way they fill her hands. They look heavy and lonely. Her hands slowly reach behind her and release the catch of her bra, dropping the straps from her shoulders and letting the flimsy piece of cloth drop to the floor. Her full globes bounce free of their confines and her nipples tighten under his hungry gaze.

Before she can take them in her hands again he crosses the threshold, slamming the door behind him and backs her up against the wall. He kisses her savagely, grinding his hips against her and cupping her smooth flesh, palming and teasing her pert nipples. Her breath comes fast as he lets himself go. In a frantic hurry he tears his shirt away and throws it to the floor, the two of them rejoice in the feel of skin on skin. He cups her ass in both hands and she wraps her legs around him. The two of them struggle out of their heels and boots as he grinds against her, crushing her between his hard body and the wall. Effortlessly he carries her petite form down the hall.

“Where am I going?” He growls against her throat.

“This one.” She gasps, clutching at the closest door frame. He slams her up against it and the grunt pulled from her by the impact flows into a groan as he presses hard against her, rolling his hips into her. Maiming her lips with his, massaging her ass through her thin pants, crushing her breasts against his chest. She clings to him excitedly, moaning encouragement whenever he does something just right and trying to grind her sex against his.

Without warning he turns and they tumble to the bed in a mess of flailing limbs and heavy breathing and desperate touching. They fumble between struggling out of their own pants and trying to help the other with theirs. She gives a small gasp as he cups her mound and begins stroking her slit. He groans low in his throat as her hand encircles his throbbing shaft and the two of them slowly fondle each other, pants forgotten still tangled in their knees. His fingers trace her swelling labia, coaxing more and more heat from her centre. Her small hand struggles to circle him, slowly pulling from root to tip and running her fingers over his head. They kiss messily, panting and trembling whenever the other does something delicious.

She sits up quickly and struggles the rest of the way out of her pants. He helps her remove his and the last of their clothes make a pleasant pile on her floor. Kneeling on the bed between his thighs she grabs his jerking cock in one hand and bends low to kiss his head, already glistening with precum. She laps it teasingly, but his frustrated thrusting and her own raging lust cut the teasing short. Her flowing hair cascades across his body in the moonlight through the open window as she bends low and takes him into her mouth. Deep and slow, the way she remembers he likes. Up and down her lips travel him. He hums low in his throat, head rolling back, fists spasming at his sides as he rolls his hips up to offer her every inch of him.

Her tongue caresses and strokes, swirls and flicks. His hands reach to grab her, then clench in mid-air. Clenching and unclenching, slowly forcing his hands back to his sides he rolls his hips needily and she hums her pleasure around him, further tormenting him. Without warning she slams him to the back of her throat and holds him there for a second. She slams him to the back of her throat a few more times and holds him again, over and over driving him all the way back and letting his swollen girth fill her. His back arches, hips fully thrusted isveçbahis giriş and he grips fistfuls of covers as a long low groan escapes him. She pulls back and kisses his tip, taking the head into her mouth again, before sweeping her hair behind her and smiling up at him with watery eyes.

He growls at her with a devilish smile and sits up, grips her hips and pulls her onto his lap, but rather than keeping her there he continues the motion on and rolls her over onto her back beside him where he then rolls on top of her. She opens her legs to him but instead he trails kisses down her collar, teases each nipple for only a moment before continuing to kiss down the valley of her breasts. Down to her naval where he lingers a few tender kisses, before slowly crawling down to where she really needs him. He opens her legs a little further with heavy hands and she trembles beneath him.

His breath is hot and tantalizing as it dances across her wet lips. He plants a hot and heavy kiss directly on her clit, drawing a gentle moan from her. His tongue begins to slowly explore her swollen folds. Teasing and tasting her. He traces his tongue up, and down between her glistening labia before softly lapping at her wet entrance. She rolls her hips gently and sighs with his movements. With her legs over his arms he sets both hands firmly on her pelvis, holding her still, as his tongue ventures up and begins to attack her sensitive clit. She jerks and trembles and tries to buck beneath him but his heavy hands hold her still as he teases, tastes and torments her burning bud. She stops thrashing for a moment as his tongue presses heavily on her clit and very slowly pulls up. The flick of her clit across the tip of his tongue sends a violent jerk through her and she gasps. His tongue traps her again, slowly, slowly drawing up again then flicking her to produce the same uncontrolled spasm. He does this over and over before suddenly rapidly licking her and pulling her into his mouth and suckling her oversensitive clit.

“Fuck me.” She gasps, her fingers tangled in his hair as she tries to pull him up her body. “Fuck me.” She gasps again. He leers up at her with a smouldering grin, slowly stalking up her body then cups her slippery pussy in one strong hand making her gasp then easily slides one finger into her, changing the gasp to a moan. He slides his finger back and forth a couple of times before guiding a second finger into her. Her back arches and she makes fists in the sheets as a sultry groan is pulled from her. He chuckles low as his fingers curl up and press hard on her g-spot.

“Oh, fuck.” Her breath catches. He leans low and takes one hard nipple into his mouth as his fingers piston through her, applying a constant and hard pressure on her sweet g-spot. “Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhhh.” She thrashes beneath him. He fingers her furiously, feeling her clench and ripple around his fingers. “No, wait. No, stop. No wait, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I’m… Oohhhhh…” Her head rolls back, mouth open wide with a silent scream. Her hands clench the covers, grip him, clench the covers again. Her back arches, her legs shake and he continues to torment her sweet spot as she spasms around him. He grins down at her as warm juices cover his hand and arm and soak the bed.

Her eyelids flutter when she sees him again. “Fuck me.” She whispers. His grin spreads wider as he looks around, reluctantly pulling his fingers out of her. He glances around uncertainly. She rolls over and pulls a new box of condoms out of the bedside. He tears the box open in his haste, grabs a rubber and quickly rolls it over his length. She lies back on the bed and opens herself up to him. He gazes down at her hungrily. Leaning over her, he trails the fingers of one hand up her thigh, across her hip, over her ribs, across her collar and behind her neck. He leans in slow and kisses her deeply, gently pulling at the nape of her neck and encouraging her to kiss him just as passionately. The same hand slowly releases her, travels down to cup one breast lightly, then down her smooth belly, to grip himself and guide his ridged cock to her entrance.

Slowly he eases his hips forward and sinks inside her. The moment his slow penetration starts she breaks away from the kiss with a gasp and wraps her arms around his back as he sinks deeper and deeper. Reluctantly he retreats, the two of them moaning lightly at the rippling sensations taking them over. Back and forth, sinking a little deeper with each thrust, until finally his pelvis presses hard against hers. “Mmm… Home.” He mumbles, kissing her hair. She gives an experimental clench around his girth, drawing a guttural groan from him and his involuntary flexing inside her tight passage pulls a breathy gasp from her.

She gives another squeeze and he shudders then leers down at her. “You vixen.” He growls, then pulls back and slams deep and hard into her. She gasps her appreciation and clenches around him again. He growls and thrusts hard into her again. Another gasp, another tight clenching around his swollen length. He bears down on her and isveçbahis yeni giriş begins to thrust a savage rhythm into her soft body. Crushing her against him, his throbbing cock pistons in and out of her, her gasps and moans fueling him on. He trails light bites along her neck and her nails dig into his back, her legs wrapping around his hips and she clings to him, spurring him on with her breathy moans.

With a snarl he reaches back, catching a leg in the crook of each elbow and pulls her legs up toward her head. She gives a frightened gasp as she’s opened up further and he sinks completely inside her, pressing hard on her soft cervix. “Oh, God. No. No, no. No no no. It’s too much. It’s too much! Ooohhhhh ggaaaaawwwd.” Her pleas turn to a throaty groan as he pounds into her. She flinches with every slam of his swollen head into her cervix but she wraps her arms tightly around his heavy shoulders and pants into his ear.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop! I’m gonna. I’m gonna…” Nearly folded in half, every inch of him slams into her violently. He leans in low, trapping her beneath him, pinning her legs nearly beside her ears. Her mouth hangs open and she forgets to breathe, when suddenly, “Oooohhhhhhhhgggggaaaaa…” Her abused pussy clamps and trembles along him; clenching and spasming. Her groan draws out and out and with a savage grunt and one especially deep and hard thrust, he goes ridged above her. She clings to him, her breath catching then coming in long groans then catching again. With every pulse of pent up cum that erupts from him he rolls his hips slightly, constantly trying to drive himself deeper. Their breath is ragged. Sweat glistens along their bodies, their hair is disheveled and as they both come down from their incredible high, they smile almost drunkenly.

Slowly, he pulls back, letting one leg down and then the other, but never withdrawing from inside her hot, small body. He wraps his arms underneath her and pulls her tight to his chest, resting his forehead on hers. “You’re all sweaty.” She complains half-heartedly, wrapping her arms around him again.

“Mmm.” He grunts. Slowly he smiles and leans in to kiss her. Rolling his hips slowly, languidly, making them both keenly aware that the evening is not over yet.

“Now, I think you said something about liking me bouncing?” He looks down at her mock innocence, eyes twinkling playfully. His smile broadens as he rolls himself off of her to stand and pulls the condom off in one fluid motion, dropping it in the trash beside the bed with a wet splat. Quickly turning on the bedside lamp and reaching for the discarded box of condoms on the floor he snatches up another one and is turning back to her when her delicate hand reaches out to cup his balls. His attention shifts from the wrapper to her as she kneels on the floor in front of him and takes the base of his shaft in her other hand, then begins to lap the cum from his twitching cock. He wasn’t soft to begin with, but he grows ridged as a flag pole as she takes him deep into her mouth again. His orgasm should have sated him, but he drops the condom and greedily reaches out, sinking his fingers deep into her thick hair, and grips her roughly. She doesn’t pull back. She doesn’t stop him.

He flexes his hips forward and pulls her to him, forcing himself to the back of her throat. He pulls back and pushes deep again, a little harder. Again, he retreats, then forces himself to the back of her throat in one hard thrust, holding her there. She chokes and coughs around him, but he holds himself there. Tears bloom in the corners of her eyes, but she only rests her hands along his hips. He pulls back and begins to fuck her mouth with abandon. Not so violent as what he just did to her pussy, but far from gentle. With a strangled cough she pulls back and raises a hand. He releases his grip on her hair and she smiles up at him through watery eyes. “I’m in control now.” She points at the bed, “Lay down.”

Kneeling to grab the condom, he lifts her to her feet then lays in the centre of the bed and quickly rolls the rubber on. He watches her with rapture. The lamp may have robbed him of the way the moon painted her features in shadow and glowing beauty, but with the brighter light he can admire her clearly. The way her hair sways just above the cleft of her shapely ass. The curve of her legs as they kneel onto the bed and she crawls toward him. The way her nipples stand erect, eager for his attention as her full breasts swing with her undulating approach. The grace of her delicate neck. Her kiss swollen lips parted slightly. And those coffee-caramel eyes, dark with her own carnal desires.

She straddles his hips and leans down to kiss him, her hair spilling around them, a private curtain of silken tresses. Her sex drips along his length and pelvis as she grinds herself against him. He flexes beneath her, hands caressing down the small of her back to grip her hips. She reaches between them and guides his swollen shaft inside her tight, hot centre. They moan together and his hands roam up her back and grip her shoulders to pull her down on his length. They groan again as she rolls her hips, stroking back and forth along him. His hands slide back down and cup her ass as she picks up the rhythm, her lust making each thrust come quicker and harder than the last.

It had been 7 years. He could not believe it as he stood at the gate of the bus station. It had been 7 years since he had last seen Lana. They had met 15 years ago during their senior year of high school. They had become nearly inseparable during that time. He always knew he had made a friend for life on that day. He had moved away some time later but they had never lost one another. They had kept in touch through long phone calls, skype sessions and of course text messages. She now lived in Canada and would be passing through New York before taking a flight to Africa for a friend’s wedding. She would only be with him for 12 hours. He did not care. He had been dying to see her again for years, and wanted to make the most of every second they would have together.

Finally the bus from Toronto arrived. He waited patiently as the bus cleared. Passenger after passenger came out and still no sight of her. He took out his phone to make sure he had all the right information. His heart started beating, as worry began to overcome him.

“Where the hell is she?” he asked himself. Until finally he saw her step out and almost dropped his phone. She was beautiful. He had always thought so. But only seeing her on a screen for the past 7 years could not do justice to this creature that was walking towards him.

He grabbed her and cradled her into his chest. She had always been on the smaller side she sometimes felt self-conscious about it. He loved it. He always thought that she fit perfectly against him. A thought that returned him as he held his favorite person in the world tight against his chest. She had cut her hair short but it worked for her. She had been on a bus for 10 hours. She was tired hungry and frustrated, but to him she looked good.

“Its good to see you again Lulu,” he smiled.

Calling her by the nickname he had given her and falling right back into their old pattern.

“Good to see you too, Jace. My you have grown quite a bit since high school.”

He really had. The last time they had seen each other he was still on the slim side. But spending time at the gym had transformed him into quite the specimen. She felt safe in his arms she always had, but now feeling his strong chest against her she couldn’t help but feel a little tingle down below.

“Im glad you think so. You know all of this was just for you right?”

“Yea I bet it was. You worked out for seven years in the hopes that you would see me for a few hours and make me swoon with your muscles?”

“Well I always thought I would have more time than a few hours. But is it working so far? “

“I’ll let you know. Why don’t you feed me first before you try getting into my pants?”

“Pants? What pants are you talking about? This is probably the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen,”

He was exaggerating a little but the skirt was definitely short. It showed off her incredibly well toned legs. He looked her up and down and couldn’t believe how much sexier his friend had gotten. He did not think it was possible.

“Well I did have to bring my A game.”

“I’m glad you did. Let’s get some food.”

They grabbed her luggage and walked out of port authority and started heading towards downtown. Lana told him all about her horrible trip and the ridiculously huge woman next to her who snored through almost the whole trip. They spoke of old friends they had in common. But really they just enjoyed being in each other’s company. He stared at her legs time and time again grateful that they were able to meet in July. He had forgotten how much he loved her legs. She noticed him looking.

“Are you going to keep looking at me like that all night? “

“I just might.”

“Could you not? You’re embarrassing me.”

“Its your own damn fault for coming here looking like that. “

“Dude I was on a bus for 10 hours! I’m a mess.”

“Yea you are! A hot mess. My mess.”

“Since when am I your mess?”

He smiled at her and got much closer to her. She could feel his breath on her skin and his heart beat. Her heart began to race. What was going on with them.

“Ever since the day we met.” She burst out laughing.

“Do you remember how we met?”

“Hell yea, how could I ever forget? “

“We argued in the cafeteria like an old couple on the verge of a divorce.”

“Yea man those were the times.”

“You called me a rug muncher!!”

He wrapped his hands around her waist and brought her closer to him.

“I hope I was wrong about that.”

“Why?” She replied short of breath

“Cuz I want you Lana. I always have and you’ve always known. I want you”

Before she could say another word he had pressed his lips to hers and held her against her. Essentially crushing her against his hard body. They both moaned into each other’s mouths almost as if releasing years of pent up passion. Lana had to admit it to herself in that moment, she had wanted this just as badly for just as long. She wanted him just as he wanted her.

They kissed right there in the middle of a busy new York city street, and for them they could isvecbahis have been the only two people in the world. He never wanted it to end, never wanted to stop holding her because if he did he may wake up. But this was real. He could feel her lips against his, could feel her tongue in his mouth. The warmth of her body radiating off her skin.

They finally had to pull away both of them short of breath. They looked into each other’s eyes both afraid to speak almost as if afraid to break the spell.

“I thought I told you to feed me before you tried getting into my pants?”

“That was just a kiss, an appetizer you could say. “

“I’m hungry Jace.”

“Me too, just not for food.”

She smiled. She liked being wanted this bad . She wasn’t sure if it was because he was her best friend or not, but she didn’t care. In that moment she just loved the way he looked at her. As if nothing else mattered in the whole world.

“Food first, then maybe you’ll get to quell some other cravings”

“There’s a macdonalds right there!”

“Really Jace!! Macdonalds? We come to New York and you are trying to feed me Macdonalds? “

“You ever have their chicken nuggets? Them joints an aphrodisiac”

“Dude get me some real food NOW. “

“You got it, you got it. So demanding.. its kinda hot.”

They both laughed at that one

“This is going to be a long night.”

“I sure hope so.”

They smiled held each other’s hands and walked through the warm evening looking for a place to eat.

They found a great restaurant that would be opened late and had these big booths. They were directed by a pretty blonde hostess towards the back of the establishment after telling her they were planning on staying late due to an early flight and needed some space for Lana’s luggage. They sat close to each other in the booth, a little hidden away from the rest of the place. They continued to look at each other and smiled nonstop.

Jace had always wanted her. He knew it but never expected for things to change this quickly. He could not hide how glad he was. But he had a nagging feeling about how this would change things.

“Don’t think about it,” she said. Pulling him out of his thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you. You always overthink and worry about everything, There’s no need to. Lets just enjoy the little time we have together.”

She slid even closer and put her hand on his thigh. He started getting hard as he put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. They kissed, their lips meeting again as if they had a mind of their own and had missed each other from the previous encounter. They both got lost in each other, as Lana’s hand moved up and brushed against his hardening cock. He moaned into her mouth, and she groaned happily at his size. She guessed she had always wondered and was glad to finally know.

At that moment the pretty waitress came back with a knowing look on her face. She smiled at both of them and gave them menus and took their drink order. They held each other close. Both smiling from ear to ear.

“How long, she asked him?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you wanted me?”

“Honestly I think a part of me always has. But the moment I knew was one year, we spent valentines day together. Just the two of us. I think it was one of the few times we were together alone for a prolonged period of time without interruption. And I could not stop the way I felt every time I looked at you. And well it was also the day you told me about when you gave head to that idiot. “

“Oh yea josh he was an idiot.”

” huge idiot. The consistency of Mac and cheese has a higher IQ than that neantherdal.”

She laughed at that. He had always hated whoever she had been with, Another hint she had never really paid attention to.

“I was so jealous and angry and kept thinking about it being me. About having that beautiful mouth of yours around me sucking me off”.

“Was that the only time?”

“It wasn’t the first, and It definitely wasn’t the last.”

“Play your cards right and who knows. Tonight may be your lucky night.”

“I’m here with you. Its already a pretty lucky night.”

Their food arrived and they ate happily. Lana was not kidding she was starving and tore her food apart. They kissed and touched each other constantly during the evening. And enjoyed just being in the comfort of their bubble. Jace kissed her and could not stop himself.

He put his hand on her legs and caressed them lovingly. Running his hand from her legs to her knees, to her soft thighs. Lana’s breath got deeper as her pussy starting getting wetter. She reached up and pulled Jace’s mouth harder against her.

He took this as a sign to go further and finally pushed his hand inside her skirt. All the way to her panties that were dripping wet. He ran his fingers up and down her pussy through the delicate material of her panties. He let go of her mouth and began to kiss her neck. She bit her lip to stifle a deep moan. She looked around to make sure no one was close by. She isveçbahis giriş lost track as she closed her eyes when Jace pulled her panties aside and started rubbing her clit. It felt so good to have him touch her. She had always cared and loved him so much as a friend. He had always been there for her. So giving, so loving. She was glad to see he carried these traits as a lover. He was paying attention to what he was doing and what she was responding to, more so than had any man she had been with before.

She grabbed him and kissed him deep pushing her tongue into his mouth as he pushed a finger in her tight pussy. He loved how tight and wet she was. He pushed finger in and out of her, while stroking his tongue against hers. He pulled up for air, and looked around glad to see that no one was around. He smiled down at her.

“I can’t wait to make you cum! You look so sexy right now. You feel better than I had ever imagined.”

“Make me cum, Jace. Please!” she almost begged him.

He added a second finger in her and she threw her head back. He began to fuck her with his fingers as hard as he could, and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, squeezing her legs around his hand. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her orgasm building and getting nearer. He nipple and sucked on her ear, and put his other hand up her shirt and squeezed her breast. Fucking her harder and faster and tweaking her nipples.

“I’m cumming, oh shit I’m cumming so hard” she whispered breathlessly although she wanted to scream. Jace kept fucking her faster and faster through her orgasm, hoping to make it last just a little longer. She grabbed on to his arm and held on for dear life as she came again and again. She calmed down as they began to kiss. Slowly almost as two long lost lovers. In a way maybe that’s what they had been. Two lovers who never realized what was in front of them this whole time. He pulled his fingers up towards his mouth and tasted her for the first time. She looked at his face and saw how pleased he was. He sucked and licked his fingers as if he had found the sweetest nectar. He looked up at her and noticed him staring at her.

“Did you want some?” he asked pointing his fingers at her direction. She smiled sweetly and laughed

“You just seemed to be enjoying that a little too much.”

“How could I not? You are delicious. I hope I get to have some more.”

“Keep working on me with those fingers like that and there’s no doubt you will.”

“I have a few other things I can work on you with.”

“Oh really? Like what?”

They kissed again. She was able to taste a little of herself on his tongue. He had great lips. She had noticed but never fully appreciated just how much. They were soft and full. She could tell how much he liked kissing her, and that just made her feel more special. She put her hand on his dick and felt how hard he was; feeling even more special.

“Like this?” she whispered to him. ” You want to work on me with this? This big dick of yours gonna make me cum like your big fingers just did?”

He groaned, realizing how lucky he was to have her in that moment.

“Nope, so much harder.” He answered her, his eyes filled with lust and promise of all that awaited her.

She zipped down his pants and fished for his cock, Finding it through the slit in his boxer shorts. It felt bigger and harder than she had previously realized and smiled from ear to ear. Happy with her catch. She kissed him softly on the lips while pumping his penis under the table.

“Is this for me? Did I do that?” She whispered in his ear already knowing the answer.

“Who else could make it that hard? Just you Lana, just you.”

Hearing him say that just made the decision for her. She looked around and made sure no one noticed.

“Keep an eye out” she said to him before dropping on her knees under the table. She unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers so that she could have his entire dick and balls at her mercy. She began to lick and suck his balls. He had a long trip from DC but still seemed so clean. She sucked one ball and then the other, while playing with the tip of his dick with her fingertips.

Jace just sat back enjoying what her handy work. He tried not to groan or move around too much. But keeping his eyes open in case anyone came close seemed to be the more difficult task. When he felt her leave his balls and place soft kisses up the length of his cock, damn near made the task impossible. He felt her finally take the head of his cock into her mouth he couldn’t conceal his groan. “Aw shit, L.” She sucked on the head of his penis, and playing with his balls with her hand. He was in heaven. He had oftentimes imagined her doing this very thing to him, but never in this setting. They had always been in his room, where they use to spend countless hours just shooting the shit. But this made it even more incredible and memorable.

She began sinking lower and lower down on him taking more of his dick down her throat. He placed his hand on top isveçbahis yeni giriş of her head. Not guiding her put simply caressing her head letting her know how much he was enjoying her. She started bobbing her head faster, stroking the bottom of his dick with her hand, and sucking the head as if her life depended on it. He could feel himself coming and braced himself against the table.

“Lana im so close” Hearing him say that seemed to drive her wilder and she picked up the pace, desperate to make him cum. Desperate to taste him. He placed his hand on her head again. She felt his dick get harder as his hips pumped her mouth more and more. She could feel the cum building up in the tip of his penis before it exploded into her mouth filling her with so much cum.

She had not expected it to taste so sweet, she had not expected to like sucking him off so much. All she knew in that moment was that she had pleasured him and felt happy about that. She kept licking his dick, making sure that she had gotten it cleaned up just right and not waste a single drop of his cum. She felt strange. Giving blowjobs had always been kind of a chore to her. Her boyfriends loved her for it and thought she was incredible but she never got any pleasure from it. With Jace it was different. Not only was she glad he was pleased, her panties were dripping wet. She came back up to the table and they kissed. He did not mind she had just swallowed his seed. He was grateful and wanted to show her how much.

“That was amazing. The best I ever had!” He told her, feeling so much for her in that moment he couldn’t put it into words. “thank you so much!” He said to her before kissing her once more.

“You don’t have to thank me.” She meant it. And maybe that was why it meant so much to her that he said it. No one she had ever been with, had ever made her feel so special and so loved and so grateful after a blowjob, something that was pretty routine for her.

“I actually liked doing that for you.”

“Well then I guess we both got pretty lucky tonight.” They both laughed and held each other tight.

Lana felt the wetness between her legs and realized she should maybe go clean up.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be back in a little bit” they kissed

“come back quick”

Watching her walk away he felt something he hadn’t in quite awhile. He felt light and happy. And not just because of the ridiculous blowjob that had emptied him. It was Lana. He forgot the feeling of freedom and unpredictability he felt when she was near. As though anything could happen and that he was capable of anything. He looked at his watch it was almost 1 am. They had to be at the airport before 6 for her flight. He pulled out his phone and made up his mind.

In the bathroom Lana couldn’t help but smile. Jace had been her best friend for so long, he knew where the bodies were buried. All of her dark secrets and stupid past mistakes. He never judged her. Only loved her and blessed her with patience and support. She doesn’t know why it took so long for them to take the next step, but she was glad they had. Some questions still arose as in what would happen now. She still lived and had a life in a different country and long distance never worked. She wasn’t worried because she knew deep down, regardless of what happened they would always be part of each other’s life.

She left the bathroom with an extra pep in her step. She found Jace standing by the table the bill paid and her bags ready to go.

“Where are we going? I thought we were going to hang til they closed and head to the airport.”

“Change of plans L.” he said with a huge grin all the while pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply. The kiss was so good she felt weak in the knees and held on tight to him.

“Please tell me you’re taking me somewhere you can fuck me” She asked. All he could do was laugh.

“You know me so well.”

They left the restaurant and were able to quickly hail a cab. They jumped in the backseat and gave the driver the address to a hotel uptown. They could not and would not wait that long. They began kissing and groping each other in the cab. Lana straddled his lap and grinded her pussy on his cock through his jeans. Jace grabbed both of her ass cheeks in his hands. He had always admired it and enjoyed the softness and the firmness of it. He was hornier and happier than he had been in quite a while and could not imagine a better person to be sharing this with.

He moved his hand to the front of her panties and rubber her clit once again, finding it with no trouble. She moaned into his mouth and basically fucked his hand like a woman possessed. He lifted up her shirt and moved away her bra and began sucking on her left tit. She tossed her head back and groaned grabbing his head and putting more of her tit into his mouth while he inserted two fingers into her dripping pussy.

She was on the verge of cumming all over his hand again, and she loved every second of it. She could not remember the last time she was so horny, she felt so sexy and wanted and just wanted more and more of her friend. He placed his thumb on her clit while his fingers rubbed all the right places inside her. He took the other nipple into her mouth and that’s all she needed to explode once again. Covering his fingers in her juices.

Best Friend I was trying to give him an eyeful as I lowered my boxers over my soft uncut cock… He jumped in first, and I followed. We had a fun time cooling off in the summer heat. We started fooling around, he splashed me and I splashed him back. He was doing a better job than me so I rushed him grabbed him by the waist and through him down. He jumped up and grabbed me by the waist. We started to wrestle and I could feel our cocks touching as we wrestled in the water, it was so erotic and confusing. I was getting hard, but why I was with another guy. I am not supposed to get hard, but here I was with my cock reacting to his body. I also noticed his cock getting hard too. His cock had slipped below mine; I could feel it hitting my ass, as mine hit his groin. This was too intense so I pushed off and dove into the water I came up under him and lifted him up and threw him over my shoulder. He swam under me and tried the same thing but I was much stronger and heavier than him and when he tried to lift me I held him down, I couldn’t help but notice my cock was on his shoulder as he tried top lift me, and since he couldn’t it became quite noticeable the longer he stayed in that position, He finally gave up. He couldn’t breathe underwater, he got up and laid back on the sand bar exhausted, but I didn’t stop I threw sand mixed with mud at him, the closer I got the better my aim, I was throwing it at his chest, when I got next to him he picked up some mud and was throwing it back, pretty soon we were so close we were rubbing it into each others chests and hair and face. At one point I grabbed some mud and jumped up to come down oh is head, he moved out of the way and I landed face first into the ground. He jumped on top of me and held me down as he threw more mud on me. I could feel his hardening cock on my ass he held me down. It felt amazing, I pretended to struggle so I could wiggle my ass, he kept trying to hold me down and in the process his cock was wedge inside my crack as he rubbed mud all over my face. I thought I was going to cum I was so excited. Finally I told him he won and he got off me. We both went back into the water. I think we were both to embarrass to come out with hardons. We both washed up and got our clothes and headed back to the cabin. We fired up the grill and ate some hamburgers as we watched TV. It was getting late and I headed for bed as he tried to get comfortable in the sofa. But the sofa was too small for him and he was struggling to get a good position to sleep in. I finally said “hey why don’t you take isvecbahis the bed, I will sleep out here” “That won’t work, your too big too for this sofa” Then I suggested “okay we will just have to share the bed, just make sure you stay on your side, don’t start thinking I am your wife in the middle of the night” “Yeah right you would like that wouldn’t you. You would love to have my cock all over you. Admit it” “Fuck you. You’re the one that sleeps naked not me, if I didn’t know better I think you like to sleep naked just to see how much if you could fuck me” He started to laugh and said “you wish” With that we headed to bed, him naked on one side of the bed and me in my boxers on the other side. I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt the bed moved. Tom was slowly sliding closer to me, with his back to me till his naked backside was touching me. I felt him reach from behind. He was searching for my boxers, when he made contact I felt him reach in and touch my cock, then he slowly pulled it out and pushed his backside till my cock was touching his ass. He was using my cock to rub his ass all over it. Finally he wedged my cock in his crack and left it there. I could feel the bed move as he jerked off. He finally came, moved away and headed to the bathroom to clean up, when he came back to bed, II felt him give my cock a little kiss and turned over and went to sleep. I didn’t sleep a wink the rest of the night. In the morning he pretended like nothing ever happened but he suggested we go swimming again instead of fishing. So we both got naked and went swimming again. Of course we started to wrestle again, but it was even more blatant this time. As we wrestled we continued to try to lift each other up and we kept groping each other as we took turns trying to get the advantage. I was winning, so he grabbed some mud and flung it at my face and hit me square on my nose. He started to swim away with me following him; I caught up to him and landed on him on the bank of the lake. I was on top with my cock wedged between his legs as I slapped mud all over him. I pulled away took a large handful of mud and jammed it up his ass. To which he yelled “You fucker” He pulled away grabbed a handful and slapped my chest, got more and rubbed it on my stomach, he was grinding it into my skin. I got another handful of mud and rubbed it on his stomach, by now he had a massive hard on and as I rubbed it on his stomach my hand hit the top of his cock. He gasped as my hand made contact. But instead of pulling away he froze as my hand massaged isveçbahis giriş the mud into his groin. He was breathing very hard as I grabbed more mud and rubbed his upper stomach, my hand slid down till it made contact with his cock again and I slowly rubbed the mud all over his cock. I grabbed more mud and kept rubbing his cock with it; finally I took some mud hit him in the face and made a run for the cabin, with him chasing me. We were a mess, I told him I was going to jump in the shower, and he followed me right into the shower. We didn’t speak until I said “damn man you pushed that mud right up my ass” “Well turn around I will get it clean” I turned and leaned my hands on the shower wall as he started to wash the mud from my back, his hands felt great as he went lower washing the mud from my ass. But he was no longer washing as much as caressing my globes. “Reach back and spread your ass so I can get all the mud out” I reached back with one and spread one side of my ass for him as he proceeded to spread the other cheek with his other hand as he ran his fingers along my crack as he washed the mud away. His fingers continued to rub my crack and kept going lower and lower until one of his fingers ran over my hole very slowly and he slightly pushed it in to wash my hole. He then ran his hands under and was now cleaning my balls, it felt amazing as he reached further and ran his hand up my cock. He was now caressing my cock, slowly jerking me off. I let go off my ass and leaned into the wall as he jerked my cock off. He then knelt down and turned me around. He was now eye level with my cock. He continued to stroke it, his face inches away from it. I reached over and put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips closer to my cock. As I pulled him in he parted his lips and let my cock enter his mouth. I could feel his soft velvety lips as my head entered his mouth. I then felt his tongue licking my head inside his mouth. I pushed more of his cock in my mouth. He was using his tongue all over my cock. I pushed deeper till my cock was buried in his mouth. I was getting really excited watching my best friend swallowing my cock; I warned him I was about to cum. He reacted by grabbing my cheeks and pulling me deeper into my mouth. I couldn’t hold out any longer, I felt my ball tighten, and I felt my cock ready to cum. Then it happened I was exploding hot juicy cum down Tom’s throat and he was loving it. He couldn’t keep it all in and it was flowing out of his mouth as he continued to drain my cock. He finally isveçbahis yeni giriş let my cock slip out of his mouth as he stood up, his hands caressing my cock on the way up, I took over and started to was his ass and let my hands glide around the front and was his cock. I told him lets go get dried off, and go to bed. As he headed for bed, I turned the TV off and as I reached to turn out the light> Tom said “no leave it on, I want to watch you suck my cock” I crawled up to his hips, I laid my head on his chest as I looked at his cock, he was not hard, I reached over and took it in my hand, it felt soft and spongy and very warm, it was weird to be holding another guy’s cock in my hand, especially one that looked so different than mine. I guess I stared at it a little too long because I heard> “Hey are you going to look at it or play with it” “Sorry, It’s just it looks so different” I grabbed a hold of it and pulled on his cock> “Hey take it easy” “Oops sorry did I pull too hard on it” “I’d say, spit on your hand and let your hand slide over it like this” Tom then jerked his cock for me, it was so different because when you’re uncut you get a good hold of your skin and pull it up and down, and with his I had to learn a different technique. “Here let me do it now” I spit on my hand and let my fingers glide up and down his shaft. I must have been doing it right because he leaned back and closed his eyes. I leaned closer to his cock and watched my hand go back and forth past the head, I notice a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip, and I leaned over and let my tongue flick it off. I then let my lips lightly kiss the head. My tongue then licked the entire head, he was starting to get hard so I let his cock enter my mouth, I wanted to feel it expand in my mouth, and it grew even bigger and harder. I guessed he was about 8 inches, slightly longer than mine but not quite as thick. Feeling my first cock in my mouth was amazing, I never new I would enjoy tasting another man so much, I was a natural. I loved sucking cock and I knew whatever happened between us, this would not be the last time I tasted a cock. I felt his hand on the back of my head gently guiding my head on his cock. He was now fucking my face and was really enjoying it, but I don’t think he was enjoying as much as me. He started breathing rapidly and I knew he was getting close, so I took him out of my mouth. “Ok Matt please put it back in me want to cum in your mouth” “No fucking way Tom I will suck you but your not going to cum in my mouth, I am not ready for that” “Come on I let you cum in my mouth” “I know and it felt great but I am not ready, sorry dude.” “Fine just keep jerking me off” I stroked his cock till he shot it all over my chest; I kept pumping his cock till I got every drop.

The Wedding & Honeymoon

Two years later we were getting married. It was Friday night after the rehearsal dinner at the hotel. Jean and I were getting ready to leave.

Jim grabs my arm and says, “Hold up, let’s you and I have drink.”

Jean gives me a kiss and takes off with her mom. Jean’s dad and I head into the nightclub. I’m wondering, “Now what.”

We sat at the bar and Jim orders two glasses of twenty-five year old scotch, neat. Clinking our glasses, Jim makes a toast to the women in our lives. “You know you’re screwed.”

“How’s that?” I asked.

“It’s obvious to both Deb and I that you have been in love with Jean for a while.”

“From almost when we first met,” I replied.

“Jean has been in love with you for just as long”

“How am I screwed though?”

“If Jean is anything like her mom, and you and I both know she is, then you’re in for a roller coaster of a marriage.”

“Don’t think I’d want it any other way.”

We started to head out and Jim puts his hand on my back. “Remember that weekend a couple months after you two met, when Deb called and asked you out to dinner?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Deb knew Jean was there with you the whole time.” Then chuckling, as he walks away, he says, “You were set up!”

…

I stood at the front of the church waiting for my bride. I wasn’t nervous at all. I knew this was the women for me. Before I knew it the minister was asking, “Who gives this woman away?”

Jim answered, “Her mother and I.” He placed Jean’s hand in mine and mouths to me with a grin, “Good luck.” Quietly laughing to himself he took his seat next to his wife, Deb.

The minister said, “I pronounce you man and wife; you may now kiss your bride.” As we kissed Jean whispered to me, “I’m wearing crotchless panties.”

I whispered back, “I’m commando.” Holding hands and laughing, we walked down the aisle and out of the church.

After all the picture crap, we got into the limo to go to the reception. It was about a thirty minute drive. As soon as we were in our seats, we were making out like two high school kids. I pulled the top her of gown down. She was wearing one of her half cup bras. I spent a while kissing and sucking on her nipples and massaging her glorious tits. Jean reached down and unzipped my pants pulling out my hard cock. She starts stroking my shaft and teasing me, running her fingernail along the ridge of my cockhead and massaging my balls. Finally, she lifts the bottom of her dress and facing me, she sits down on my lap. My cock slides into her wet pussy. She rocks her hips back and forth, lifting herself up and down on my cock. She tells me, “This is my cock now. I legally own it and I’m going to fuck it anytime I want.”

Bucking my hips up into her, I started stabbing into her as hard as I could. After a few minutes, I started moaning, “Take my cum.” While she squeezed my cock with her pussy I came in her. Shaking, she came all over me.

…

We had a wonderful time at our reception with friends and family. Rhonda was a casual friend from the local watering hole I hung out at sometimes. I was surprised to see her. She greeted us with a hug and gave Jean a kiss. She told us she knew we were meant for each other. Jean introduced her as one of her mother’s closest friends. Now I was totally confused.

I got Rhonda alone a little while later. I asked her how long she had known Jean’s family.

She laughs and tells me, “Deb and I have been friends since college. I’ve known Jean since she was born. Who do you think gave them your number for the kitchen.”

As I’m still trying to make sense of this isvecbahis she continued, “I told Deb all about you when I gave her your number. We set up the blind date. You two are the most oversexed people I’ve ever met. You’re perfect together. You think the kitchen remodel right before her cousin’s wedding was a coincidence?”

I was dumbfounded. She gave me a kiss and walked away laughing.

Soon it was time toss Jean’s garter to the bachelors. I knelt in front of her and begun to run my hands up her leg. As my hands reached just above her knee I found I couldn’t feel the garter. She lifted the bottom of the dress over my head and spread her legs open. There were lots of catcalls and hoots from our friends while my head was under her dress. The garter is all the way up her thigh right next to her pussy. Her lips were wet and open with my dried cum on the outside and crusted on the garter. Reaching up to pull the garter off I slipped one of my fingers in her and gave her a quick couple of strokes.

I felt her body quiver a little bit. I pulled my head out my under her dress and whispered, “You are so fucking naughty!”

Grinning she says, “I know.”

I wonder if whoever caught the garter knew what was on it.

…

We went to one of those honeymoon couple resorts in the mountains for a week. It was a private cabin with a round bed, heart shaped tub, private pool, and a fireplace. We met another couple, Bill and Patti, and really clicked with them. We ate some meals together and even a nightclub. Bill could be described as average, about 5’10”, and Patti was voluptuous with a lot of curves; very sexy.

One day while at the resort pool hanging out and drinking some wine, the resort announced a newlywed game. We signed up as did Bill and Patti. There were six couples competing. One of the challenges had the men standing in a line and the women wearing blindfolds had to guess who their husband was by feeling their legs. While the first girl was going down the line of men feeling the legs of each man, Jean and Patti were sitting across from us giggling. She guessed wrong. The next two girls went and one got it right.

Next was Patti’s turn, and she was slowly running her hands up their legs to the bottom of their swimsuits. I looked down the line and saw some tents forming. When she got to me I looked down at some very ample cleavage in a low cut swimsuit. I guessed about a D cup. I later found out they are double D. Patti gently runs her hands up and down my legs moving all the way to the bottom of my swim suit. She pushing up bottom edge a bit a few times. Now I’m getting hard and thinking, “Holy shit, I’m standing next to her husband Bill.” He has a look of pride on his face. She goes on to the next guy and when she finished had guessed the wrong guy.

Follow Patti was Jean. She gets up and slowly walks over to the end of the line. Jean kneels in front of the first guy and runs her hands up to the bottom of his bathing suit a few times.

“Hmmm… No,” she says.

She goes onto the next two guys in line and repeats this, both times announcing, no. Jean kneels in front of Bill and gently runs her fingers up and down his legs touching bottom of his bathing suit.

“Hmmm… Maybe.”

She strokes her hands up the inside of his legs a few times and then her hand goes all the way up and brushes against his cock.

“No, not him.”

Jean is now kneeling in front of me with her hands running up and down my legs.

“Hmmm…”

She runs her fingers up my inner leg all the way and rubs against my cock.

“This is mine!” she announces.

She stands up, takes off her blindfold, isveçbahis giriş kisses me, and walks back to where Patti was sitting. The entire trip back to her seat her barely covered bikini ass sways.

The last guy in line looked disappointed when she skipped him. Looking down the line the other direction there were bulges in every bathing suit. The host stammered a bit. He didn’t know what to say. I don’t even really remember the last girl taking her turn.

When it was over, Bill and I sat down with our wives and had a good laugh. We received a lot of dirty looks from the other wives.

…

Jean and I almost ran back our cabin. Once we were in the door, we were tearing the others bathing suit off.

Pushing her back on the bed I told her, “You are such a nasty little slut, teasing everyone. Grabbing Bills cock!”

“I’m such a naughty slut, punish me.”

I turned her over and smacked her ass cheeks about 3-4 times until they were pink. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to knees and aimed my cock at her dripping wet pussy. I stabbed into her wet folds and after a couple strokes I was buried in her. Her body shook with a small orgasm.

I held her, “This is my cunt. I own it!”

“Oh god, punish me. Make me yours!” she screamed.

Holding her hips and lifting her, I was fucking her as hard as I could. I pulled her back and slammed forward at the same time, sinking my cock all the way every time. After a few minutes, Jean threw her head from side to side.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck meeee,” she squealed.

I pulled her back and with one last hard thrust groaned as I climaxed deep in her.

“Give me your cum. Fill your cunt with your cum!” she screams and squirted all over my cock.

We collapsed on the bed and laid there resting for a while.

Jean says, “Wow. That was intense. My pussy hurts a little, but it’s a good hurt.”

“Sorry, I got so turned on watching you tease everyone today. You’re such a cock tease.”

“Yeah, but I’m your cock tease.”

…

We walked in the restaurant for dinner later that evening. Bill stands up and calls us over to their table.

Jean says to Patti, “Oh my god, that was so exciting this afternoon.”

They started laughing. We had a good time eating dinner and later at the nightclub with Bill and Patti. Before we left at the end of the week, we had exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch.

…

Almost a month later we decided to invite Bill and Patti up to our place for the weekend. We called and made plans for them to come in a couple of weeks.

They arrived about 7 p.m. on Friday evening. It was about a two and half hour drive to our place from theirs. We decided to go to a local Italian restaurant, had pizza and beer. It was a great time talking, joking around, and laughing with them. It was like we were old friends.

Saturday morning, we got up and decided to do some of the local tourist stuff. When we got back our apt, we all showered and changed to go out. Patti was wearing a button up blouse. The blouse left the top couple of buttons open and I could see a nice amount of cleavage. We went out for a nice dinner, followed by some nightclubs for some dancing.

When we got to the nightclub, we found a table close to the dance floor. After a few rounds of drinks, we were all up dancing having a good time.

While Jean and I were dancing to a slow song, Bill taps me on the shoulder to exchange partners.

“Ok, why not,” I thought.

First thing I noticed when Patti melted into my arms was that a few more buttons were undone on her blouse showing off a lot more of isveçbahis yeni giriş her impressive tits. After a few minutes dancing with Patti, she pulled me closer wanting to grind. The next song was a fast one and we stayed on the dance floor.

When another slow song started, I’m thinking, “Ok, you want to grind. I’ll show you.”

I pulled Patti close to me, moved my leg between hers, and placed my hand on the top of her ass. I started to move to the beat of the music. I looking over at Jean and Bill. They were dancing very close, swaying to the music.

Next song was semi-fast. I kept hold of Patti’s ass and started moving to the faster beat. My hips rotated and rolled forward, pulling her upper body away from me. We were connected at the crotch. My leg pushing against her with my cock poking into her stomach. Patti quivered and a low moan emerged from her throat.

Pulling back, she grabs my hand, “I need to sit down.”

She led me back to our table. We sat at the table enjoying our drinks and cooling off a bit. Patti fanned herself.

“Thank you. That was a pretty intense dance, and uh, quite an impressive package you have there,” she said.

I was shocked for a moment at her candor, “Thanks. Your package is quite impressive also.”

Looking around I spotted Jean and Bill on the other side of the dance floor. Jean’s back was to Bill and she was shaking her ass against his crotch. I got hard watching her.

When we got back to our apartment Jean and I couldn’t get in the bedroom fast enough. We were tearing the each other’s clothes off. Jean pushed me onto the bed.

“Oh my god, I’m so fucking horny! Fuck me,” she demanded.

She straddles me and held my cock in her hand. She is dripping wet and slowly lowered herself down onto me. Within a few strokes I’m buried balls deep inside her. Jean lifts herself up and drops onto my cock. I’m lifting with my hips and fucking her as hard as I can. Our bodies make that smacking sound when we collide. Jean moans quietly. I’m grunting as I fuck her hard. We’re trying to be quiet with Bill and Patti in the next room. Jean’s body shakes. I buried in her and climaxing. She bites my shoulder trying to muffle her own orgasm. After calming down a bit, we both fell asleep.

Later that night I got up to use the bathroom. Bill and Patti were sleeping on our fold out couch. We only had a single bedroom apartment at the time. I looked down the short hallway to see Bill laying on his back. Patti is riding him like a bucking bronco at the rodeo. Her impressive tits were bouncing up and down. Bill reaches up and grabs her tits. He pinches her nipples.

I stood in the hallway watching them idly stroking my cock. Patti looks over at me and winks. She continues riding Bill and squatting down, buries herself on his cock and climaxes.

Oh shit!, she knew I was watching.

I went back to bed and eventually fell asleep wondering about tonight. When I woke up everyone else was still asleep. I went into the kitchen to make coffee. I glanced into our living room and saw Patti lying on her back. The covers had come off of her during the night sometime, and her tits were on display in all their impressive glory.

Sneaking up behind me, Jean reaches around me and her hand goes into my shorts. She starts to stroke my cock and whispers in my ear, “Enjoying the view?”

“Hmmm. Yeah.” I replied.

“She does have an impressive set of tits,” Jean whispers and continues stroking me.

Jean gives me that evil grin of hers as she moves away. Moving around the kitchen, we were making noise to ‘accidentally’ wake them up. After we had brunch, we all showered, dressed and went to a local art festival. Patti seemed to spend a lot of time walking with me and Bill walked with Jean. Later that afternoon, it was time for them to head home and we made plans to visit them in a couple months.