What Turned Me On Pt. 07

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It had been about 9 weeks since I had met Mary and although we had spent some time together with a couple of play dates, one quick afternoon lunch, and hundreds of texts we had never really spent any time alone. I had a big interest in her, more as a friend and confidant, but in the dark recesses of my mind, I had a sexual interest in her as well. What I still couldn’t quite get a firm answer on was her sexuality. Her interests, any interest in me, and whether or not something may happen.

Sometimes I would be lying in bed late at night thinking of her, most of the time, the thoughts were of our friendship, how she was there for me when I needed a shoulder to lean on, and me for her as well. But on occasion, those thoughts of her would turn sexual. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. I wanted to be face-deep in her pussy, making her moan as I ate her out. I wanted lesbian sex; I wanted those experiences. I wanted to see what it would be like to make love to a woman, to have that orgasmic, panicked, unusual, taboo, yet lustful experience, that not everyone gets to have. Unbeknownst to me, it wouldn’t be long until I got my chance.

Later afternoon hours on a Thursday when I was at work, I got a message from Mary. It read; “Hey I just found out my ex is taking the kids all weekend; I have no plans. Wanna get together and hang on Saturday?”

“Yeah, that would be cool.” Was my response.

I followed up with, “Let me see if I can get a what’s his name, or my parents for child care and we can surely hang.”

I made some calls and texts and managed to secure a free night from Saturday to Sunday and looked forward to being able to get out and have some fun.

I texted Mary back when I knew for sure and we went back and forth on what we wanted to do. We decided on a nice dinner, followed by some time at a bar in the neighborhood we had both been at before. Some drinks, music, and time out is what we both needed. I was so excited that I was getting out, getting away from the mundane throws of life, and getting some time alone with her, even as friends, I needed that escape.

Saturday afternoon after getting everyone off and situated, I texted Mary and asked her what she was wearing. She replied, “Casual, but classy.”

Casual but classy I thought to myself. What does that mean? I wanted to wear a sexy dress, with nylons and heels, but that does not fit the definition of casual. I knew we were only going to one of the chain restaurants in the area and the bar we were heading to, was no more than the local corner pub, which had a pool table, darts, and a jukebox. So, I guess the fancy dress and looking overly sexy, was out. I rummaged through my closet and found a great pair of jeans, and a nice off-white colored long-sleeve loose-fitting shirt and threw on some dark blue heels to make the ensemble look classy but casual.

I was planning on picking Mary up at her house, but just as I was walking out my door, she texted advising she was running behind, and would just meet me at the restaurant. I sat around my house for a few more minutes, getting more and more nervous as the time passed. I arrived at the restaurant about 10 minutes before Mary. That 10 minutes of waiting in my car was nerve-wracking to me. I wasn’t quite sure why. This wasn’t a “date” in the aspect of a couple, just two friends meeting for dinner and getting out for the night. But I promise you I was just as nervous that night, as I was on the night, I first met Linda.

Mary texted me she was there, just after I walked in and told the hostess, I needed a table for two. I looked through the windows, looking for her, when I finally saw her coming around the corner towards the front door. She was wearing dark jeans, a long length tight fall-style white sweater, and a pair of black heels. Her hair was done, at least more than I had seen it before, and she had on make-up, something neither of us did daily. She looked very pretty.

We hugged as she came in and I could smell the light scent of her perfume on her clothing. I walked behind her as the waitress escorted us to our table and I looked at her ass, almost the whole way there. Her walk was sexy, yet reserved, and those jeans gave her hips and ass such a defined look to them. I kept my focus obviously, but I couldn’t tell you how many times during dinner, I glanced down at her tits, which were protruding perfectly through the tight white sweater she had on.

We had such a blast at dinner, trying each other’s food, and drinks and just laughing and giggling at the joys of parenthood, our exes, life, parents, our mundane jobs, and our co-workers. It was such a lively, enchanting, open, easy conversation. It was like we had known each other for years. After dinner we followed one another to the bar, parking next to each other in the back of the lot.

We walked in found a table nearest the dartboard and ordered a couple of beers. The place was pretty empty, with just a couple of regulars sitting at the far end of the bar. We basically had the türk casino siteleri place to ourselves and as overly excited we both were to be out, free of responsibility, and ready to party. Our first toast was to a night out. The second was my divorce, which was finalized just a few days prior. I never expected much more than friendship and a buddy to hang out with, but what happened that night, changed the trajectory of my life and opened a sexuality I had never experienced before. That night, was the first step in what had led me to where I am, and the tales I write you.

We had played a few games of darts – we both truly sucked at – and played some music from the jukebox. We were having a grand ole time, just being out and having fun. It was at the start of the 3rd game of 301, when she bellowed out, “Loser of this game, buys the next round.”

“Alright,” I replied with a big smile on my face.

I think it took us 25 rounds to finish the game. We both missed our marks often, missed the board circle completely, and even had darts coming flying back at us, hitting the floor. But we didn’t care, we were out, we were buzzed, we were happy and we were two ladies having fun. I did lose the game by 5 points and I bought us the next round. But as we started game 4, I spoke out, “What’s the bet on this game?”

“Your call, I made the last bet,” Mary replied.

Being a bit buzzed, feeling a bit bold, and overly excited I was out living life, I said, “Okay. If you win, the next round is on me again. But if I win, you gotta kiss me.”

“Kiss you.” She exclaimed.

“Yep, kiss me,” I replied. “And not some peck on the lips kiss, I mean a long sexy kiss.”

“Oh, don’t tempt me, girl,” Mary replied as she smiled at me mischievously. “The way you’ve been playing, I won’t be kissing anything.” She blasted me with a put-down.

“Okay!” I bolted out. “I see where this is going. You aren’t the queen of darts either.” I jested. “Is it a bet?” I asked.

“It’s on.” She touted boldly. “Get your wallet out! I’m thirsty,” she said as she turned towards me looking me deep in my eyes.

But just then time stood still for a few seconds, like you see in the movies. All of a sudden it was just us. There was no bar, no noise, no people, just the two of us standing face to face, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. My heart was racing, as our bodies faced each other. Mary’s hand reached out slowly, softly touching my fingers as we stood in silence. I felt feelings deep inside of me I hadn’t in a long time. Feelings of trust, desire, passion, and deep interest. And by the way Mary was looking back at me, I believed she was feeling the same. Perhaps it was the alcohol, the night, the fact that neither of us had sex in forever, but I felt there was something between us.

I do not doubt at that moment, we both knew. We both wanted one another. Neither of us was going to admit it, or come out and say it, but I believe we both knew where this might be going. And one game of darts was going to determine that.

Mary turned to throw her first dart. I felt my throat tighten and I swallowed the last bit of saliva in my mouth. There was no jocularity during this game. There was silence and concentration. I don’t know if she was playing to win, because she knew she’d have to kiss me, or if she was just putting on a show.

The game went back and forth and we were both down to single digits when I finally hit the number I needed and won the game. I chirped aloud because it was the first game I had won, but more importantly, she had to kiss me.

“Haha,” I bellowed out as I pulled my dart from the board. “Look who lost now Queen Bee.” I sarcastically spoke.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she groaned out as she took a swig of beer.

My excitement of winning turned to sheer panic as I stepped back closer to her. She was there, I had won and now we had to kiss and if it wasn’t something she wanted to do, I didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for her. “You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to,” I said to her, as we stood face-to-face.

“No, I always pay my debts off,” she replied.

Mary stepped closer to me, licked her lips, tilted her head slightly sideways and to the right, and leaned in towards me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. A sarcastic, drunken boisterous bet that sprang from my mouth was about to come true. Our lips touched and just held firm for a few seconds until both of our quivering lips parted. Her tongue hit mine and they began swirling around each other’s mouth. Our bodies moved in closer to one another and I felt her hand rest along the side of my hip.

We kissed passionately, or as passionately as we could —being nervous and impromptu – for about 15 seconds until she pulled away. She stopped just inches from my face staring into my eyes for a few seconds, before she placed another soft closed-lip kiss on my lips, whispering the words. “I hope that was sexy enough for you.”

I smiled and nodded yes, without saying a word. I think en sağlam casino siteleri at that moment we both realized what just happened and looked around to see if anyone saw it. None of the patrons seemed to have taken their eyes off the TV and were not paying attention to us. We both smiled and lightly giggled as we reached for our beers taking our last sips and getting ready for the next game.

We ordered another round of beers and played one more game of darts before calling it a night. After the kiss, we both talked and busted each other’s chops about our shooting skills, but the excitement and giggly, fun moments that were there before seemed to have slipped away. Now things had taken a bit of a weird turn since we had kissed. I don’t know if we were both shocked, uneasy, or just overwhelmed by what just occurred, but the night seemed different.

As we walked out of the bar and turned the corner towards the parking lot, I began to wonder if I had pushed the envelope too far, in betting the kiss. Did I push her away? Did I make her uncomfortable? Was I putting more into this friendship, hoping to make it more? Had I been to forward? But, just as those countless thoughts were racing around in my mind, Mary slipped her hand into mine and walked hand-in-hand with me to the driver’s side door of her car.

We stood chatting for a while and I could feel the nervousness between us. I didn’t want her to leave feeling awkward, or uneasy, so I finally spoke up and apologized about the kiss bet. She smiled and chuckled a bit saying, “If I didn’t want to kiss you, I wouldn’t have accepted the bet.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned she said that. Was she interested in me, or was it just a bet and she hadn’t cared if she lost and had to kiss me? I was so lost for a few seconds. I was just trying to piece together my thoughts when Mary reached out her hands cupping mine and said, “I kinda liked it.”

“I did too,” I replied.

“Have you wanted to kiss me before?” She asked.

In a long-drawn-out response, I grumbled out… “Umm, well, yes, but I didn’t want to…

Before I could finish the sentence, Mary said, “I have thought about it too.”

There was silence between us after that. We just stood there staring at each other, holding hands, both of us lacking the courage to move in for another kiss.

I took a deep breath, set my fears aside, edged closer to her, and leaned in for another kiss. This time the nervousness and excitement was more intense because we both had admitted we wanted to kiss one another. Our lips met, held firm for a few seconds and then our mouths parted. We kissed deeply and passionately for about a minute until I pulled away and smiled at her. I could taste her lipstick on my lips and in the darkness of the parking lot, I could see the passion and fire in her eyes. Mary pulled me in again and we continued kissing deeply in the parking lot for another few minutes.

I felt feelings inside of me, I had not had in a long time. I wanted this. I wanted her and even though it was a woman, I was more than happy to be standing there kissing her. I could not stop, and she couldn’t either, because every time one of us pulled away, we dove right back in kissing again. Our arms wrapped around one another. Her hand cupped my face, as mine reached and came to rest on the back of her head. Our passions were ignited and even though neither of us had admitted our interest in one another or being “lesbians” or dating, this kissing was a clear indication that there was more to this.

When we finally parted, and she drove off, I got into my car and I was overly excited, overly nervous, my heart was pumping in my chest and fantasies were even more heightened. I drove home with a million thoughts running through my head. At times my hand was cupping my breasts or sliding between my legs. My hands shook holding the steering wheel, my stomach was doing flip flops, and the overacting anxiousness that I carry with me always was spinning like a tornado through my body. I couldn’t wait to get home and catch my breath. To let this soak in.

Now that I kissed her it wasn’t some made-up female fantasy, this was about her. Perhaps the first step (at least I hoped) for me to finally have a lesbian experience, or maybe even enter into a lustful relationship with a woman. All those late nights of thinking of kissing her, or what she looked like naked, or what her pussy felt like in my hand or on my tongue, came rushing back tenfold to what they were before.

When I pulled into the garage and shut the overhead door, I turned the car off and just sat in silence. I needed to calm down. I needed to give myself a minute to decompress. I closed my eyes and just sat in the silence, just pushing all the racing thoughts away. When I felt my heart rate drop down to a normal pace, I finally managed to take my first deep breaths. I breathed in through my nose and out of my mouth a few times, finally letting all the anxiety, panic, excitement, and canlı casino siteleri adrenaline go.

But as I sat there, I thought about our night. I thought about how sexy she looked. How much fun we had, how I couldn’t even imagine that I bet a kiss. I thought about that first kiss. It went by so quickly that I couldn’t even visualize it anymore. But that parking lot kiss, where we both admitted our wanting to kiss one another, came screaming back into my mind. I felt myself reliving it. Tasting it, feeling it as if it was happening again. And before I could even finish it in my mind, my pussy was throbbing. My anxiety, fear, disbelief, and nervousness subsided. But now my hormones had taken over.

When I got out of the car and started walking through the house, I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. My shirt was unbuttoned and off my arms before I passed the kitchen. My bra hit the floor in the hallway. As I entered my bedroom and was pulling down my pants, making my way to my bed, my phone dinged. It was Mary writing she had gotten home safely. I replied to her telling her the same as I was trying to kick off my jeans. Before my knee even hit my mattress, my panties were down and my fingers were running up and down over my pussy.

I fell into bed coming to rest on my back, my legs were spread and my hands just caressing every inch of my body. I could still taste her lipstick on my lips, and smell her perfume in my nose. I could still taste the beer on my breath, just as I tasted it on hers as we kissed in that parking lot.

I wanted to text her and tell her to come over. I wanted her naked body next to mine. I wanted her fingers inside of me, as I wanted mine inside of her. I was dripping wet and so turned on, that I couldn’t contain myself.

A whole new thought pattern of sexual experiences exploded within me. I kept fantasizing about us getting into her car after kissing in the lot. The excitement of knowing we weren’t done yet. Thoughts of us leaning over her center column, kissing and touching each other. Lifting up; or unbuttoning our shirts and sliding our hands up and onto each other’s tits. Pulling bras cups down and leaning our heads, one after another onto each other’s nipples, sucking and licking them. Getting more and more turned on in the darkness of the lot until I finally reach for her jeans button popping it open and sliding down her zipper. Her hand doing the same to mine.

In the heat of the moment, we both would be kicking off our heels and trying to raise our asses, to make getting our hands down one another pants easier. My hands sliding down into those dark jeans feeling her smooth sexy panties, getting my first feel of the outline of her pussy, as she is angling correctly to get her hands down my pants, feeling how wet and aroused I was.

Both of us kissing deeply, pressed up against one another, our shirts opened up, tits hanging out, fingering each other, moaning through our kisses until one; and then both of us orgasm on each other’s fingers.

Pulling each other closer afterward, knowing this is what we want and who we want to be with. Wishing we were alone in a room, pulling clothes off, sliding panties down, and getting our first taste of each other’s dripping wet pussies. Orgasm after orgasm, until we were both spent.

I couldn’t tell you how many times I reached for my phone, grasping it, holding it up to my face, pulling up her text message that she was home, and seeing my reply underneath. Starting to text out; “come over,” while my free hand was rubbing my clit or fingering myself. Only to stop myself and just keep fantasizing more about her. Wanting her, begging her to fuck me. How deep my fingers were inside my pussy. How loud I was moaning in the darkness of my room. How as much as I had never seen her naked body, I could picture it in my mind. How sexy it was, how hot it would be. I came time and time again, including fingering myself in the ass, on my knees wishing it was her fingers ramming in and out of me.

When all of the fantasies, as fast-paced and hot as they were, had concluded, I was face down, ass up, in my room, numb from the waist down. I was covered in sweat. I was breathing heavily, and I felt like I had jackhammered my pussy into submission. I had gotten off, thinking of a woman I had just had a small, but sexy make-out session in the back of a parking lot, after a great night out. But unlike my kiss with Linda, this one was overly arousing.

I was changing. I wanted this so bad. This wasn’t some porn movie, some odd fantasy of my divorce lawyer, this was without a doubt, for real and with somebody I felt I had a great connection with, who seemingly, had a connection with me.

As I was coming down from my erotic rush, I began to think, what happens next? Do I text her again tonight or tomorrow? Do I ask her about dating one another? Do I send her an erotic picture and see how she responds? Was it the alcohol, that fueled this goodnight kiss? Will she feel the same in the morning? How in the world do I breech these questions and was I prepared for the answers? As much as I have fantasized and thought about dating a woman, was I ready for this? Could I come out if I fell in love? Was I ready to tell the world; Yeah, I was married and have 3 kids, but now I like pussy? Was she thinking of the same questions?

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Traveling Together

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**Note that this story is inspired by my previous story, “Traveling Alone.” I’ve written this story as its own, independent tale–a story that explores what happens when you unexpectedly run into someone from your past. But the previous one provides additional insight into the characters’ lives and perspectives. Enjoy!**

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Traveling can sure suck sometimes.

Man alive. it was like I was being hit with everything at once. Bad weather had delayed the first leg of my flight… and then, once we finally took off, continued to make it impossible for the flight attendants to do any kind of food or beverage service while we were in the air. The kid next to me was insanely squirrely, and his mom essentially spent the entire time in an anxiety-fueled panic, which by the end started spooking even me. The overall delay was bad enough that I missed my connecting flight–even though the fucking plane was right there!–and I couldn’t get another until much later in the day.

Aaargh.

The thing was, I wasn’t flying for the sheer joy of it–I was going to a work-related conference. Everything had been carefully timed. This stupid delay was going to blow out my chances of making tonight’s opening keynote and would cut deeply into the reception that immediately followed. And that networking opportunity was more important to me than most of the break-out sessions and other fluff they were going to throw at us the following day. At this point, I was wondering if it was worth it to go at all.

Damn it.

Fuming, I decided to make my way over to the SkyLounge–the relative quiet there would give me a chance to plan my next steps, and maybe I could at least get some work done so the morning wasn’t a total waste.

As I approached the entry, I could see a group of suit-clad businessmen were making their exit. Cool… hopefully, this would open up some spaces and give me a chance to set up camp.

Huh. You know, it’s kinda funny… I mean, walking towards them, the good-looking guy in the middle caught my attention. That in and of itself was surprising; lothario that I am, it’s usually good-looking women who attract my roving eye. But this guy stood out. Radiating… well, not exactly command, but definitely a sense of confidence, which was particularly evident in the way the others looked at him. It sounds like such a weird thing to say, but he was… well, manly. In that best, classic sense. Easy masculinity with strong precise gestures and displaying a clear sense of purpose. I’d guess I’d put him in his 30s, like me. Even in his suit, you could tell he took care of himself, with a nice athletic build. A regular Harry Hotspur. Huh. His fine, longish hair was swept back, giving him a playful, casual, even impish look, despite his aura of strength. A tight, corporate beard. But the really curious thing was his eyes. They were darker–maybe brown? It was not evident from the distance–but with a crackle of life to them. And goddamn he was handsome. Aw shit, can I legit call another guy “handsome?” But… there it was.

I mean, the whole thing was odd… I can’t imagine having ever crossed paths with this burgeoning corporate titan, but he almost seemed familiar. Strangely enough, he almost looked…

…he… looked…

…almost…

…he looks like…

Oh God.

Jesse?

Oh. My. God.

No! Impossible! There’s no way… what was I thinking? Not after all this time, all these years. No. I mean, he didn’t match the memories of that man, not exactly but… yeah? Older. Coming into his own. But… I couldn’t… he couldn’t… No! Yes? Wait. I can’t get ahead of myself… there’s no way it could actually be…

Despite my mind telling me it couldn’t possibly be Jesse from 17 years ago, I was dimly aware that however unconsciously, my pace forward had rapidly increased, right along with my heart rate. By the end I think I was sprinting. My mind was desperately trying to stop me, to make me think logically. My body, however, was in full rebellion… instinctively, furiously outstripping my mind.

Jesse? Jesse?

The movement of my approach must have caught the guy’s eye, which casually drifted over in my direction before gliding back to his companions…

Then he stopped. His head snapped back towards me. Mouth frozen in mid-word.

No doubt. No one else would have started like that. No fucking doubt in the world: Jesse.

Jesse.

A man seared into my memory forever.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Thunderstruck by the recognition my body slammed to a halt, directly in front of him. Jesse. A man who had years ago shattered my happy, contained universe. A man with whom I…

…I had shared…

…shared…

Oh God.

We stood there. Gaping at each other. Unbelieving.

“Noah? Is that… Goddamn, is that you?”

There was an awkward pause as we stood there in befuddled shock. Do I… shake his hand? Do I….

Jesse solved the issue by slamming into me with a bear canlı casino siteleri hug that about took the wind out of me. My arms enfolded him. Instinctively remembering the feel of him, after all this time.

And my body involuntarily shuddered. To its core.

The feel of him… feeling the same… weight of him that had so staggered me. The weight and feel of a man’s body. And with it, the feel of that hug… oh God. I was feeling those same arcs of electricity from before. That same… the feeling… inside of me…

But it was more than just the feel of him. As my face lodged against his, right where his ear met his neck… amidst the pressure of his arms, and the wild electricity coursing through us, I could…

…I could…

…smell him…

It was a scent that had been so comprehensively, so ineffably seared into my DNA that the lightest trace of it ripped apart memory, ripped apart composure, ripped apart all conscious thought. Somewhere deep inside me, doorways into the hidden recesses of my body and mind, rusty and immovable from disuse, suddenly blew open, letting in long-forgotten sunshine into the secret places of my being. I could feel it physically. An avalanche of images and sensations.

That scent of him, dusky, when we first bro-hugged, living large on an incredible day way back when. That scent of him, hungry, later that night when we staggered home after striking out with the ladies at the nightclub. That scent of him, primal, later still when against all expectation I was pressed against his body and….

Shit, what was I thinking? A sense of propriety jolted me back into the here-and-now. We pulled apart. I tried to focus, to make sense of the riot of confused thoughts and emotions that were buffeting me from all sides. He was laughing. His meaty hand gripping my shoulder. “Guys!” he said, looking around to his companions, “This is Noah! I can’t believe it! We met back in college, in a tiny surfing town in Costa Rica at the literal end of the road. God! We had…” I noticed a delicate pause, barely noticeable. “…a wild weekend with the best seafood, the best beach, and this insane bar that blasted out music at the threshold of pain. One of the best weekends of my life!”

The enthusiasm caught fire, shaking me out of the paralysis of shock. Just as it had all that time ago. His gusto for life once again swept me up, propelled me forward. Forcing me to match his energy. Bringing our energies together.

My mind and my mouth finally caught up with each other. “God we thought we were hot stuff!” I gushed. Jesse’s eyes flashed with humor. “Jesse and I thought we were a pair of real Casanovas! It was a crying shame both of us struck out at that bar, leaving us to drown our sorrows with rum so bad it tasted like kerosene!”

Everyone laughed, Jesse most of all. And as they started busting his chops, it struck me that this was the first time I ever mentioned that weekend out loud. Ever. To anyone. Seventeen years, sealed deep. But now blasting free at last.

I looked at him. Time had been good to him. As I first noted, he filled out that suit nicely, and the way it hung on him I could tell that much of his athletic frame was still very much intact. His face was…more angled. Harder even, despite the boyish smile. No longer a 20-year-old’s face.

But damn… he’s still the best-looking man I’ve ever met in real life. Damn.

But, what do I say now? Does he remember me? I mean, okay he obviously remembers me, but does he… remember me? Do I live rent-free in his head, the way he has lived in mine?

“Jesse, I can’t believe it. So… well, how have the last few hundred years or so gone? And hey, where are you heading off to?”

“Noah, my man, we seem to make it a habit of passing like ships in the night. We’re heading to Pittsburgh for a big sales pitch. In fact, we’re just heading to the gate now; we’ll probably start boarding in the next 15 minutes or so.”

“Ah,” I said, trying to disguise how crestfallen I was. “My plane got delayed, and I’m stuck here maybe through dinner. Work is sending me to Miami for a training conference.” Shit. Fifteen minutes? No time at all. Clasping at anything I could, just to hold onto the moment just a minute longer, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Do you mind if I walk to the gate? I’d got nothing but time.”

Jesse gave the slightest of pauses as he looked at me, but then jumped in, “Hey man, absolutely. Guys, why don’t you go ahead. Wow, Noah, I can’t believe it’s you. It’s too bad we can’t grab a drink and catch up. At least we’d have better rum than we had in that shithole of a nightclub!”

His group stated moving, but we dropped back.

And… silence.

Damn. I spent the first few years after our fateful meeting wondering what I would say to him if I ever saw him again, even knowing there was likely no way we’d ever cross paths. Hell, for a time I wished I could see him again so fervently, so achingly badly… as if I slot oyunları could somehow will a reunion into being just from the force of my desire. How many times had I thought through every word I’d say? Thought through exactly how things would go? Mulling every possible scenario again and again with excruciating care. And it wasn’t just idle thinkery–how many times had I savagely jerked myself off thinking about what I would say, and what he would say back…?

But for all that, 17 years is a long time. Years ago, I had finally resigned myself to the fact that what we had was nothing but a stolen moment together. Just a dream. The rational side of me long ago made peace with the fact that we would never meet again. I acceded to logic, and forced thoughts of him down. Suppressed them–knowing both that it was futile to dwell on them, and that obsessing over the past would do nothing but stunt my present. In the end, I tried to block thoughts of him from my mind. I really did try. And generally, I succeeded.

Not entirely, however. Thoughts of meeting Jesse one more time would still bubble up unbidden over the years, like water from an artesian well.

But in all my thinking, in all my daydreams and nightdreams, I never, ever considered a scenario where I would meet him completely surrounded by friends and co-workers as he dashed off to catch a plane. How could I say… what could I say in these few fleeting minutes, in front of an audience? What, after all this time, did I even want to say? Hell, what did I even feel? My feelings… so jumbled. My memories spinning.

Was he as disoriented as I was? Shit… had he just as ruthlessly locked away his memories, his feelings? Had he spent the last 17 years trying to forget what happened? Or did he, too, studiously remember that it had been exactly 17 years since we said goodbye?

Shit. Noah, you’re overthinking things. The clock is running. Forget your grandiose plans and long-suppressed fantasies–just talk to the guy. We didn’t have long.

“It’s really good to see you again, Jesse… you look great! Great! I mean, well… yeah, you look great!” Ugh. That’s all I could say?

“You’re looking good yourself! Looks like you hit the gym regularly.” Somehow, I guess the banality of my conversation hadn’t put him off. Not yet. Think, Noah… think!

“What? No… I have a total dad bod!” What the fuck, Noah? What did you say that for? I tried to smooth things over. “I… mean, I try. The gym helps. It’s a place where I can let my thoughts go and… you know, keep me grounded. Plus… um… I like working out.” Oh God. Not any better.

“Yeah…” he mused. He sounded somewhat distracted.

Okay, I couldn’t help but observe there was… I don’t know, a hesitancy in our conversation. Like we were fishing for what to say. Damnmit. That had never happened with us before. Hell, way back when, he was the easiest person to talk to. Is he scared? I’m scared shitless. Say something.

I tried a different tack. “But hey, look at you, all in a suit and tie. You cleaned up good! So what do you do?” Dammit. Was that all I had? Smallest of small talk?

“Ah, yeah… I’m the COO of our family business. Cue the jokes about nepotism!”

“Wait, you have a family business?” Somehow in all our endless conversations about the world, ourselves, and the future, Jesse never mentioned that his family had a business.

Jesse sheepishly looked down. “Yeah, well… back then, I was trying to escape it. Desperate to avoid being sucked in. My old man fully expected me to come on board, and I wanted nothing to do with it. That’s actually how I ended up in that sea-side dive down in Costa Rica. I bailed out of college to try and find myself. My dad fixed things so I was technically on a ‘gap year.’ But the truth is, I was running. Running and thinking and trying and… hiding. I loved being away from all the expectations. That cage of my life. And you… well, you never treated me like the Crown Prince or anything. I was just Jesse. We were just running around like a couple of normal guys. I didn’t… I thought… I… appreciated that. Just being myself was one of the most liberating things I’d ever done.”

“Man,” I breathed out. “I had no idea. You were so… put together. Like you had everything under control.”

Jesse looked at me, giving me a half-smile. “You thought so? Huh. I thought you had everything under control. You knew what you wanted and were going for it. Had the balls to pick up and study abroad in a foreign country, and challenge yourself to take on the world. I was totally envious of you.”

I grinned. “If I gave any impression of having things under control, it was all youthful bravado. God we were young!”

“That we were!” he sighed, smiling. After a pause, he continued. “Yeah, I guess I… well, that trip… Huh. I guess I’ve always seen it as the end of my youth. After you left, I decided was done dicking around and went home. My dad couldn’t have been prouder. I joined the family business slot casino siteleri and put my nose to the grindstone to get ahead. Rose up through the ranks. And, at least I can say I earned it.” At this point, Jesse paused imperceptivity, and jumped topics. “But who cares about me, what about you? Man, back then you were like ready to take on the whole world! What are you up to nowadays?”

“Ah. Where to start? Well, stayed with international relations and economic development, and even got a job in the government. But I hated the restrictions and the fact that my life was constantly at the mercy of whatever political winds were blowing. I got a chance to join a consulting group, with much better pay, and am still in the thick of it. Helping communities around the globe.”

“Hey man, that’s great!” Jesse enthused. “That’s absolutely perfect for you. I remember you talking about wanting to make a difference in the world… man, it made your eyes shine. And you totally nailed it!”

I chuckled. “You… remember all that? God, I was such an idealist back then. Now it feels like I’m nothing but a bitter cynic, drowning in red tape and warning people of every little thing that’s going to go wrong. A fucking Cassandra.”

“Nah, man. I refuse to believe it. You’re a romantic at heart. Sure, maybe you’ve been burned a few times, but that’s only because you care so much.”

I… didn’t even really know how to respond. It was so surreal. I mean, at first, I was scared to think Jesse wouldn’t even remember me. But… he did. I mean, it was almost like… like, he was holding onto a vision of me, my best self. A vision of myself that I had stopped seeing in the mirror. A vision of me untouched by disappointments and compromises. Of caring too much and getting burned for it.

I turned the tables on him. “Okay, but isn’t that the same thing for you? You were so… curious. Always reaching. You were all restless energy, as if you couldn’t wait go out and make your mark on the world. I mean, just spending time with you I felt like I was on the adventure of a lifetime. Like maybe, even a guy like me could do something… um…” I trailed off, not sure what I was saying. Not sure where my mind was. Certainly not sure where his mind was. Finally, I concluded with a generic “…yeah, it was great.”

There was a natural pause. I wasn’t sure if I’d overstepped. In my discomfort, I decided to rip the band-aid off about something I had noticed right away. “So, I see a wedding ring on your hand. I’m guessing you found the right girl?”

Jesse drew a veeery long breath. “Yeah,” he said, without a whole lot of conviction. “That was the other way my family roped me in. Bernadette and I were high school sweethearts. We drifted apart in college, somewhat by design… I mean, how can you spend your whole life with a person you’ve been dating since you were both 16? We agreed to date other people, but I knew my family had pegged her as the girl I would one day marry. From the best family. With the right connections. The right hobbies. After I got back from my extended roadtrip, my dad all but ambushed us by having this little soirée to re-introduce us. It made sense. We were the perfect match, and everyone was so happy for us. Both our families pushed hard. So, I agreed to settle down with her. It works well for us; she has her job, sits on a couple of nonprofit boards, keeps a great loft downtown for when she… when she needs it.” The thought kinda trailed off. He roused himself after a moment. “We have two kids, boy and a girl… here!” Jesse called up photos on his phone and passed it over. Good looking kids. In fact, they looked just like him. Lucky. I noted he didn’t show me a picture of his wife. “What about you?”

“Ah, here are my kids. My oldest is 15.” He obligingly looked at my pictures and made an appropriate fuss over them. “But, I’m divorced, several years now.”

“Ah man, I’m sorry,” Jesse responded. From the tone in his voice, he meant it. “A couple guys on my team went through that the past year, and it really sucked. I know the whole process really takes a toll on you.” His head bowed. Then softly, “Sorry to hear that. Really.”

“Thanks, really. But… it was for the best. Funny, we started well. Got together right after I graduated college. She got pregnant, and… well, it seemed like the right thing to do. Things worked for a while; but in the end, we probably shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. We work out much better now, co-parenting the kids. She’s got a new guy in her life, she likes him, the kids like him, and hell even I don’t mind him. I’m happy for her, truly. But me? I’m… still looking.”

Jesse turned wistful. “Things sure turned out differently than we expected.”

I reflected. “It’s funny, you essentially called that trip the end of your youth. I guess, I… well… I’ve always seen it… as a start, not an end. I chuckle about you thinking my job is a natural extension of my personality. Like the culmination of who I am. That trip really brought all that into focus. It made me… well, I guess it made me brave enough to go after what I wanted. Yeah, some things like the marriage didn’t work out, but I’ve never regretted seizing the day. I think a lot of that came from… being with you. You really rubbed off on me.”

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**Note that this story is inspired by my previous story, “Traveling Alone.” I’ve written this story as its own, independent tale–a story that explores what happens when you unexpectedly run into someone from your past. But the previous one provides additional insight into the characters’ lives and perspectives. Enjoy!**

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Traveling can sure suck sometimes.

Man alive. it was like I was being hit with everything at once. Bad weather had delayed the first leg of my flight… and then, once we finally took off, continued to make it impossible for the flight attendants to do any kind of food or beverage service while we were in the air. The kid next to me was insanely squirrely, and his mom essentially spent the entire time in an anxiety-fueled panic, which by the end started spooking even me. The overall delay was bad enough that I missed my connecting flight–even though the fucking plane was right there!–and I couldn’t get another until much later in the day.

Aaargh.

The thing was, I wasn’t flying for the sheer joy of it–I was going to a work-related conference. Everything had been carefully timed. This stupid delay was going to blow out my chances of making tonight’s opening keynote and would cut deeply into the reception that immediately followed. And that networking opportunity was more important to me than most of the break-out sessions and other fluff they were going to throw at us the following day. At this point, I was wondering if it was worth it to go at all.

Damn it.

Fuming, I decided to make my way over to the SkyLounge–the relative quiet there would give me a chance to plan my next steps, and maybe I could at least get some work done so the morning wasn’t a total waste.

As I approached the entry, I could see a group of suit-clad businessmen were making their exit. Cool… hopefully, this would open up some spaces and give me a chance to set up camp.

Huh. You know, it’s kinda funny… I mean, walking towards them, the good-looking guy in the middle caught my attention. That in and of itself was surprising; lothario that I am, it’s usually good-looking women who attract my roving eye. But this guy stood out. Radiating… well, not exactly command, but definitely a sense of confidence, which was particularly evident in the way the others looked at him. It sounds like such a weird thing to say, but he was… well, manly. In that best, classic sense. Easy masculinity with strong precise gestures and displaying a clear sense of purpose. I’d guess I’d put him in his 30s, like me. Even in his suit, you could tell he took care of himself, with a nice athletic build. A regular Harry Hotspur. Huh. His fine, longish hair was swept back, giving him a playful, casual, even impish look, despite his aura of strength. A tight, corporate beard. But the really curious thing was his eyes. They were darker–maybe brown? It was not evident from the distance–but with a crackle of life to them. And goddamn he was handsome. Aw shit, can I legit call another guy “handsome?” But… there it was.

I mean, the whole thing was odd… I can’t imagine having ever crossed paths with this burgeoning corporate titan, but he almost seemed familiar. Strangely enough, he almost looked…

…he… looked…

…almost…

…he looks like…

Oh God.

Jesse?

Oh. My. God.

No! Impossible! There’s no way… what was I thinking? Not after all this time, all these years. No. I mean, he didn’t match the memories of that man, not exactly but… yeah? Older. Coming into his own. But… I couldn’t… he couldn’t… No! Yes? Wait. I can’t get ahead of myself… there’s no way it could actually be…

Despite my mind telling me it couldn’t possibly be Jesse from 17 years ago, I was dimly aware that however unconsciously, my pace forward had rapidly increased, right along with my heart rate. By the end I think I was sprinting. My mind was desperately trying to stop me, to make me think logically. My body, however, was in full rebellion… instinctively, furiously outstripping my mind.

Jesse? Jesse?

The movement of my approach must have caught the guy’s eye, which casually drifted over in my direction before gliding back to his companions…

Then he stopped. His head snapped back towards me. Mouth frozen in mid-word.

No doubt. No one else would have started like that. No fucking doubt in the world: Jesse.

Jesse.

A man seared into my memory forever.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Thunderstruck by the recognition my body slammed to a halt, directly in front of him. Jesse. A man who had years ago shattered my happy, contained universe. A man with whom I…

…I had shared…

…shared…

Oh God.

We stood there. Gaping at each other. Unbelieving.

“Noah? Is that… Goddamn, is that you?”

There was an awkward pause as we stood there in befuddled shock. Do I… shake his hand? Do I….

Jesse solved the issue by slamming into me with a bear canlı casino siteleri hug that about took the wind out of me. My arms enfolded him. Instinctively remembering the feel of him, after all this time.

And my body involuntarily shuddered. To its core.

The feel of him… feeling the same… weight of him that had so staggered me. The weight and feel of a man’s body. And with it, the feel of that hug… oh God. I was feeling those same arcs of electricity from before. That same… the feeling… inside of me…

But it was more than just the feel of him. As my face lodged against his, right where his ear met his neck… amidst the pressure of his arms, and the wild electricity coursing through us, I could…

…I could…

…smell him…

It was a scent that had been so comprehensively, so ineffably seared into my DNA that the lightest trace of it ripped apart memory, ripped apart composure, ripped apart all conscious thought. Somewhere deep inside me, doorways into the hidden recesses of my body and mind, rusty and immovable from disuse, suddenly blew open, letting in long-forgotten sunshine into the secret places of my being. I could feel it physically. An avalanche of images and sensations.

That scent of him, dusky, when we first bro-hugged, living large on an incredible day way back when. That scent of him, hungry, later that night when we staggered home after striking out with the ladies at the nightclub. That scent of him, primal, later still when against all expectation I was pressed against his body and….

Shit, what was I thinking? A sense of propriety jolted me back into the here-and-now. We pulled apart. I tried to focus, to make sense of the riot of confused thoughts and emotions that were buffeting me from all sides. He was laughing. His meaty hand gripping my shoulder. “Guys!” he said, looking around to his companions, “This is Noah! I can’t believe it! We met back in college, in a tiny surfing town in Costa Rica at the literal end of the road. God! We had…” I noticed a delicate pause, barely noticeable. “…a wild weekend with the best seafood, the best beach, and this insane bar that blasted out music at the threshold of pain. One of the best weekends of my life!”

The enthusiasm caught fire, shaking me out of the paralysis of shock. Just as it had all that time ago. His gusto for life once again swept me up, propelled me forward. Forcing me to match his energy. Bringing our energies together.

My mind and my mouth finally caught up with each other. “God we thought we were hot stuff!” I gushed. Jesse’s eyes flashed with humor. “Jesse and I thought we were a pair of real Casanovas! It was a crying shame both of us struck out at that bar, leaving us to drown our sorrows with rum so bad it tasted like kerosene!”

Everyone laughed, Jesse most of all. And as they started busting his chops, it struck me that this was the first time I ever mentioned that weekend out loud. Ever. To anyone. Seventeen years, sealed deep. But now blasting free at last.

I looked at him. Time had been good to him. As I first noted, he filled out that suit nicely, and the way it hung on him I could tell that much of his athletic frame was still very much intact. His face was…more angled. Harder even, despite the boyish smile. No longer a 20-year-old’s face.

But damn… he’s still the best-looking man I’ve ever met in real life. Damn.

But, what do I say now? Does he remember me? I mean, okay he obviously remembers me, but does he… remember me? Do I live rent-free in his head, the way he has lived in mine?

“Jesse, I can’t believe it. So… well, how have the last few hundred years or so gone? And hey, where are you heading off to?”

“Noah, my man, we seem to make it a habit of passing like ships in the night. We’re heading to Pittsburgh for a big sales pitch. In fact, we’re just heading to the gate now; we’ll probably start boarding in the next 15 minutes or so.”

“Ah,” I said, trying to disguise how crestfallen I was. “My plane got delayed, and I’m stuck here maybe through dinner. Work is sending me to Miami for a training conference.” Shit. Fifteen minutes? No time at all. Clasping at anything I could, just to hold onto the moment just a minute longer, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Do you mind if I walk to the gate? I’d got nothing but time.”

Jesse gave the slightest of pauses as he looked at me, but then jumped in, “Hey man, absolutely. Guys, why don’t you go ahead. Wow, Noah, I can’t believe it’s you. It’s too bad we can’t grab a drink and catch up. At least we’d have better rum than we had in that shithole of a nightclub!”

His group stated moving, but we dropped back.

And… silence.

Damn. I spent the first few years after our fateful meeting wondering what I would say to him if I ever saw him again, even knowing there was likely no way we’d ever cross paths. Hell, for a time I wished I could see him again so fervently, so achingly badly… as if I slot oyunları could somehow will a reunion into being just from the force of my desire. How many times had I thought through every word I’d say? Thought through exactly how things would go? Mulling every possible scenario again and again with excruciating care. And it wasn’t just idle thinkery–how many times had I savagely jerked myself off thinking about what I would say, and what he would say back…?

But for all that, 17 years is a long time. Years ago, I had finally resigned myself to the fact that what we had was nothing but a stolen moment together. Just a dream. The rational side of me long ago made peace with the fact that we would never meet again. I acceded to logic, and forced thoughts of him down. Suppressed them–knowing both that it was futile to dwell on them, and that obsessing over the past would do nothing but stunt my present. In the end, I tried to block thoughts of him from my mind. I really did try. And generally, I succeeded.

Not entirely, however. Thoughts of meeting Jesse one more time would still bubble up unbidden over the years, like water from an artesian well.

But in all my thinking, in all my daydreams and nightdreams, I never, ever considered a scenario where I would meet him completely surrounded by friends and co-workers as he dashed off to catch a plane. How could I say… what could I say in these few fleeting minutes, in front of an audience? What, after all this time, did I even want to say? Hell, what did I even feel? My feelings… so jumbled. My memories spinning.

Was he as disoriented as I was? Shit… had he just as ruthlessly locked away his memories, his feelings? Had he spent the last 17 years trying to forget what happened? Or did he, too, studiously remember that it had been exactly 17 years since we said goodbye?

Shit. Noah, you’re overthinking things. The clock is running. Forget your grandiose plans and long-suppressed fantasies–just talk to the guy. We didn’t have long.

“It’s really good to see you again, Jesse… you look great! Great! I mean, well… yeah, you look great!” Ugh. That’s all I could say?

“You’re looking good yourself! Looks like you hit the gym regularly.” Somehow, I guess the banality of my conversation hadn’t put him off. Not yet. Think, Noah… think!

“What? No… I have a total dad bod!” What the fuck, Noah? What did you say that for? I tried to smooth things over. “I… mean, I try. The gym helps. It’s a place where I can let my thoughts go and… you know, keep me grounded. Plus… um… I like working out.” Oh God. Not any better.

“Yeah…” he mused. He sounded somewhat distracted.

Okay, I couldn’t help but observe there was… I don’t know, a hesitancy in our conversation. Like we were fishing for what to say. Damnmit. That had never happened with us before. Hell, way back when, he was the easiest person to talk to. Is he scared? I’m scared shitless. Say something.

I tried a different tack. “But hey, look at you, all in a suit and tie. You cleaned up good! So what do you do?” Dammit. Was that all I had? Smallest of small talk?

“Ah, yeah… I’m the COO of our family business. Cue the jokes about nepotism!”

“Wait, you have a family business?” Somehow in all our endless conversations about the world, ourselves, and the future, Jesse never mentioned that his family had a business.

Jesse sheepishly looked down. “Yeah, well… back then, I was trying to escape it. Desperate to avoid being sucked in. My old man fully expected me to come on board, and I wanted nothing to do with it. That’s actually how I ended up in that sea-side dive down in Costa Rica. I bailed out of college to try and find myself. My dad fixed things so I was technically on a ‘gap year.’ But the truth is, I was running. Running and thinking and trying and… hiding. I loved being away from all the expectations. That cage of my life. And you… well, you never treated me like the Crown Prince or anything. I was just Jesse. We were just running around like a couple of normal guys. I didn’t… I thought… I… appreciated that. Just being myself was one of the most liberating things I’d ever done.”

“Man,” I breathed out. “I had no idea. You were so… put together. Like you had everything under control.”

Jesse looked at me, giving me a half-smile. “You thought so? Huh. I thought you had everything under control. You knew what you wanted and were going for it. Had the balls to pick up and study abroad in a foreign country, and challenge yourself to take on the world. I was totally envious of you.”

I grinned. “If I gave any impression of having things under control, it was all youthful bravado. God we were young!”

“That we were!” he sighed, smiling. After a pause, he continued. “Yeah, I guess I… well, that trip… Huh. I guess I’ve always seen it as the end of my youth. After you left, I decided was done dicking around and went home. My dad couldn’t have been prouder. I joined the family business slot casino siteleri and put my nose to the grindstone to get ahead. Rose up through the ranks. And, at least I can say I earned it.” At this point, Jesse paused imperceptivity, and jumped topics. “But who cares about me, what about you? Man, back then you were like ready to take on the whole world! What are you up to nowadays?”

“Ah. Where to start? Well, stayed with international relations and economic development, and even got a job in the government. But I hated the restrictions and the fact that my life was constantly at the mercy of whatever political winds were blowing. I got a chance to join a consulting group, with much better pay, and am still in the thick of it. Helping communities around the globe.”

“Hey man, that’s great!” Jesse enthused. “That’s absolutely perfect for you. I remember you talking about wanting to make a difference in the world… man, it made your eyes shine. And you totally nailed it!”

I chuckled. “You… remember all that? God, I was such an idealist back then. Now it feels like I’m nothing but a bitter cynic, drowning in red tape and warning people of every little thing that’s going to go wrong. A fucking Cassandra.”

“Nah, man. I refuse to believe it. You’re a romantic at heart. Sure, maybe you’ve been burned a few times, but that’s only because you care so much.”

I… didn’t even really know how to respond. It was so surreal. I mean, at first, I was scared to think Jesse wouldn’t even remember me. But… he did. I mean, it was almost like… like, he was holding onto a vision of me, my best self. A vision of myself that I had stopped seeing in the mirror. A vision of me untouched by disappointments and compromises. Of caring too much and getting burned for it.

I turned the tables on him. “Okay, but isn’t that the same thing for you? You were so… curious. Always reaching. You were all restless energy, as if you couldn’t wait go out and make your mark on the world. I mean, just spending time with you I felt like I was on the adventure of a lifetime. Like maybe, even a guy like me could do something… um…” I trailed off, not sure what I was saying. Not sure where my mind was. Certainly not sure where his mind was. Finally, I concluded with a generic “…yeah, it was great.”

There was a natural pause. I wasn’t sure if I’d overstepped. In my discomfort, I decided to rip the band-aid off about something I had noticed right away. “So, I see a wedding ring on your hand. I’m guessing you found the right girl?”

Jesse drew a veeery long breath. “Yeah,” he said, without a whole lot of conviction. “That was the other way my family roped me in. Bernadette and I were high school sweethearts. We drifted apart in college, somewhat by design… I mean, how can you spend your whole life with a person you’ve been dating since you were both 16? We agreed to date other people, but I knew my family had pegged her as the girl I would one day marry. From the best family. With the right connections. The right hobbies. After I got back from my extended roadtrip, my dad all but ambushed us by having this little soirée to re-introduce us. It made sense. We were the perfect match, and everyone was so happy for us. Both our families pushed hard. So, I agreed to settle down with her. It works well for us; she has her job, sits on a couple of nonprofit boards, keeps a great loft downtown for when she… when she needs it.” The thought kinda trailed off. He roused himself after a moment. “We have two kids, boy and a girl… here!” Jesse called up photos on his phone and passed it over. Good looking kids. In fact, they looked just like him. Lucky. I noted he didn’t show me a picture of his wife. “What about you?”

“Ah, here are my kids. My oldest is 15.” He obligingly looked at my pictures and made an appropriate fuss over them. “But, I’m divorced, several years now.”

“Ah man, I’m sorry,” Jesse responded. From the tone in his voice, he meant it. “A couple guys on my team went through that the past year, and it really sucked. I know the whole process really takes a toll on you.” His head bowed. Then softly, “Sorry to hear that. Really.”

“Thanks, really. But… it was for the best. Funny, we started well. Got together right after I graduated college. She got pregnant, and… well, it seemed like the right thing to do. Things worked for a while; but in the end, we probably shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. We work out much better now, co-parenting the kids. She’s got a new guy in her life, she likes him, the kids like him, and hell even I don’t mind him. I’m happy for her, truly. But me? I’m… still looking.”

Jesse turned wistful. “Things sure turned out differently than we expected.”

I reflected. “It’s funny, you essentially called that trip the end of your youth. I guess, I… well… I’ve always seen it… as a start, not an end. I chuckle about you thinking my job is a natural extension of my personality. Like the culmination of who I am. That trip really brought all that into focus. It made me… well, I guess it made me brave enough to go after what I wanted. Yeah, some things like the marriage didn’t work out, but I’ve never regretted seizing the day. I think a lot of that came from… being with you. You really rubbed off on me.”

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Eine russische Kapitulation 04

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Vorwort:

Wie immer gilt, die Handlung ist frei erfunden und jede Ähnlichkeit mit lebenden Personen oder Situationen rein zufällig.

Auch dieser Teil kann ohne die vorherigen verstanden und genossen werden. Dennoch mag es empfehlenswert sein, die Entwicklung der Heldin nachzuvollziehen…

Viel Vergnügen beim Lesen.

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Eine russische Kapitulation 04

Elena muss nach Hause…

Eine Woche später erreichte mich im Büro eine sehr kurze Nachricht von Elena:

„Ich müsste dringend mit dir sprechen, aber nicht am Telefon. Kann ich abends zu dir kommen?”

Kein Smiley, Kein Gruß oder Kuss…

Was war passiert? Hatte sie sich in jemand anderen verliebt? Ging es ihr gut?

„Ja, natürlich. Geht es dir gut?” textete ich sofort zurück und erhielt umgehend eine Antwort von ihr:

„Mir geht es ziemlich gut und ich freue mich auf dich. 😘 Werde gegen 18Uhr bei dir sein, wenn das okay ist.”

Ich antwortete nur mit einem „Daumen hoch”.

Zumindest hatte sie einen Kuss hinzugefügt. Aber ziemlich gut gefiel mir immer noch nicht. Und es musste etwas Wichtiges sein, wenn sie es nicht am Telefon besprechen konnte. In Gedanken an das ausstehende Gespräch verlief mein Nachmittag voller innerer Spannung. Endlich hatte ich alles erledigt und fuhr auf dem schnellsten Weg nach Hause.

Da Elena einen eigenen Schlüssel hatte empfing sie mich bereits an der Eingangstür. Sie lächelte.

„Was ist passiert?” fragte ich aufgeregt, noch bevor ich sie umarmte.

„Keine Panik” versuchte sie mich lächelnd zu beruhigen. „Mir ist nichts passiert und es geht mir gut. Komm erst einmal rein und ich erkläre dir alles.”

Als ich das Wohnzimmer betrat stand eine mir unbekannte Frau vom Sofa auf und sah mich aus betörenden dunklen Augen an.

„Markus Wiegand, das ist Fernanda, eine Freundin und meine Nachbarin” stellte uns Elena einander vor.

„Schön, sie kennenzulernen. Ich bin einfach Markus, wenn das okay ist” begrüßte ich sie höflich und reichte ihr die Hand.

Ihre Haut war weich wie Samt und ihr Händedruck sehr zart. Ihre Augen jedoch hatten mich in ihren Bann geschlagen.

„Und ich heiße Fernanda” stellte sie sich leicht schüchtern vor.

Dann drehte ich mich mit aller Willenskraft zu Elena um.

„Sagst du mir jetzt, was passiert ist? Warum wir uns unbedingt heute treffen mussten, um zu reden? Über was?” fragte ich und konnte einen gewissen Unwillen in meiner Stimme nicht verbergen, obwohl ich heil froh war, Elena gesund und munter vor mir zu sehen. Sie schob mich zur Couch und ging vor mir auf die Knie.

„Meiner Großmutter geht es sehr schlecht. Meine Familie befürchtet, dass sie die nächsten Tage vielleicht nicht mehr übersteht und hat mich gebeten, so schnell es geht nach Russland zu kommen. Nur weiß ich nicht, wie lange ich dortbleiben muss…”

Ihre Augen glänzten feucht. War es wegen ihrer Oma oder machte ihr die Trennung von mir zu schaffen?

„Elena, ich werde schon einige Zeit allein klarkommen. Natürlich wirst du mir fehlen, aber wichtiger ist, dass du bei deiner Oma bist, wenn es ihr schlecht geht” versuchte ich sie ein wenig zu trösten. Überraschend hellte sich ihr Blick auf.

„Du musst nicht allein sein. Deshalb habe ich ja Fernanda mitgebracht” erklärte sie. „Wenn du einverstanden bist, wird sie meine Aufgaben übernehmen…” sie atmete tief ein, bevor sie leise hinzufügte „…alle Aufgaben.”

Ich konnte nicht glauben, was sie jetzt gerade andeutete. Fernanda sollte sich auch um meine persönlichen Bedürfnisse kümmern?! Ihre sanfte Stimme riss mich aus den Gedanken, die in meinem Kopf schwirrten wie ein Bienenvolk.

„Elena und ich sind sehr vertraut miteinander. Sie hat mir von ihren unglaublichen neuen Erfahrungen erzählt, die du ihr mit großer Feinfühligkeit ermöglicht hast” gestand sie leise, schaute mir dabei aber direkt in die Augen.

„Du hast was?” hakte ich ungläubig bei Elena nach.

Auch wenn ich meine Stimme weder erhoben hatte, noch lauter sprach, zuckte meine kleine Geliebte zusammen.

„Markus, das ist eine lange Geschichte. Ich habe nicht einfach herausgeschrien, was gewesen ist” verteidigte sie sich vehement.

Jetzt war es an mir, tief Luft zu holen.

„Habt ihr beide heute noch Termine? Ansonsten würde ich gern die lange Geschichte erfahren” stellte ich fest.

Termine waren kein Hindernis, eine Familienpizza und zwei gute Flaschen Rotwein waren schnell bestellt und wir machten es uns im Wohnzimmer gemütlich. Während die beiden Frauen die Couch mit Beschlag belegten, nahm ich den Sessel gegenüber, den ich regelmäßig nach Feierabend zum Ausatmen nutzte.

Bewusst sprach ich Fernanda an:

„Fernanda, was genau weißt du über Elenas Aufgaben bei mir und wann und wieso hat sie sie dir beschrieben?”

Die dunklen Augen der samthäutigen Schönheit suchten in meinem Blick nach Emotionen, um ihren Bericht möglichst so zu verfassen, dass sie ihre Freundin schützte. Es gelang bonus veren siteler nicht. Zu lange hatte ich gelernt, meine Gefühle nicht preiszugeben. Also begann sie, nachdem sie kurz zu Elena geschaut hatte, die jedoch nur mit den Schultern zuckte.

„Es ist vielleicht zwei Wochen her, dass ich abends bei Elena war und wir eine Flasche Wein geteilt haben. Mir war vorher schon aufgefallen, dass sie ausgeglichener, ja ich würde sagen glücklicher, wirkte und deshalb sprach ich sie darauf an. Sie sagte erst einmal nur, sie habe sich verliebt. Natürlich bohrte ich nach und erfuhr, dass du es warst, ihr Chef. Sie war aber nicht sicher, ob du die gleichen Gefühle hättest. Dann wollte sie nicht mit der Sprache herausrücken, wie und wann sie sich verliebt hatte. Nach der zweiten Flasche Wein platzte sie damit heraus, dass du sie zunächst verhauen hast, was mich sehr schockierte. Sie hat dann aber schnell widersprochen und mir versichert, dass du völlig im Recht warst, sie zu bestrafen und…”

Ihre Augen wanderten zum Boden vor ihr und sie wurde vor dem weiteren Geständnis gerettet durch den Pizzalieferanten.

Ich ging zur Tür und nahm das Essen und den Wein entgegen, öffnete eine Flasche und stellte Pizzakarton, Gläser und Geschirr auf den flachen Tisch zwischen uns. Beim Betreten des Zimmers war mir aufgefallen, dass die beiden ein intensives Flüstern sofort unterbrachen und schuldbewusste Gesichter machten.

„Was ist los? Was hast du verheimlicht, Fernanda?” fragte ich in vorwurfsvollem Ton.

Es war aber Elena, die das Wort ergriff und mit leisen Worten ihrer Freundin zu Hilfe kam.

„Markus, sie weiß, dass du mein Herr bist, wie es zur ersten Bestrafung gekommen ist und…” sie atmete durch „…und dass es mich herrlich verrückt macht, dir zu gehorchen und die schmerzhafte Strafe zu ertragen, wenn ich etwas nicht richtig oder schnell genug mache. Ich bitte dich um Entschuldigung. Wenn du es für gerechtfertigt hältst, werde ich auch deine Strafe hinnehmen.”

Es trat eine längere Pause ein, als ich zu einem Stück Pizza griff und meine Gäste aufforderte, es mir gleich zu tun. Elenas Hände zitterten etwas, als sie das saftige Teigstück zum Mund führte. Ich schloss daraus, dass Fernanda zwar sehr viel wusste, aber nicht in alle Details eingeweiht war. Außerdem spielte ganz sicher die Befürchtung eine Rolle, ich könnte die Strafe sofort und vor den Augen ihrer Freundin vollziehen. Genüsslich ließ ich sie eine ganze Weile schmoren und sah, wie sie das erste Glas Wein in einem Zug hinunterstürzte. Sie trank sich Mut an…

Wenn es auch nur eine kleine Verzögerung war, gab sie mir doch die Möglichkeit, mir Fernanda anzusehen. Wieder blieb mein Blick kurz an ihren geheimnisvollen Augen hängen. Ihr Gesicht war schmal, wurde von einer Mähne dichten, dunkelbraunem, fast schwarzem Haar eingerahmt. Ihre Lippen waren sinnlich und ich konnte nicht verhindern, mir meine Härte dazwischen vorzustellen. Sie trug ein leichtes, gelbes Minikleid, das sich an ihren Körper schmiegte und erkennen ließ, dass sie sicher keinen BH trug. Der helle Stoff unterstrich herrlich ihre dunkle Haut.

Es musste sich für Elena wie endlose Minuten angefühlt haben, bevor ich ihr eine Frage stellte, die sie nur noch mehr verunsicherte:

„Nach dem, was ich bisher gehört habe, ist es Fernanda noch nicht vergönnt gewesen, sehr viel von deinem hübschen Körper zu sehen. Stimmt das?”

Elena schoss die Röte ins Gesicht. Was hatte ich vor?

„Wir sind nicht zusammen im Bett gewesen, wenn du das meinst” antwortete sie ausweichend.

„Das wollte ich zwar nicht wissen, aber es ist eine interessante Information. Stell dich einmal vor sie hin, nimm die Hände in den Nacken und frage sie, ob du ihr gefällst” wies ich sie an.

Elena trug heute eine enge Jeans, die ihren Hintern prächtig modellierte, ein bauchfreies T-Shirt und soweit ich feststellen konnte, keinen BH. Sie brauchte ihn nicht. Ihre Honigmelonen waren fest und trotzten der Gravitation mit großem Erfolg. Dadurch jedoch, dass sie die Hände hob, wurde der wenige Stoff mit ihren Brüsten angehoben und verschaffte der sitzenden Fernanda einen reizenden Einblick.

Da sie, wie sie es gelernt hatte, die Beine leicht auseinandergestellt hatte, spannte sich der Jeansstoff über ihren ausgeprägten Hüften und die Öffnung ihrer Schenkel lockte jede Hand, ihr intensive Zärtlichkeiten zukommen zu lassen. Und genau das schien auch bei Fernanda nicht ohne Wirkung zu bleiben, die jetzt Elenas Blick erwiderte und sich kurz über die Lippen leckte.

„Gefalle ich dir?” fragte Elena gehorsam und die Augen ihrer Freundin wurden noch eine Nuance dunkler.

„Du bist sehr hübsch” sagte sie leise und ihre Stimme war liebevoll, anders war es nicht zu beschreiben.

Ich musste herausfinden, wie weit die hübsche Brasilianerin bereit war, das Spiel zwischen Elena und mir oder besser, MEIN Spiel, mitzuspielen.

„Beschreib IHR genau, was dir an ihr gefällt” forderte ich sie auf.

Fernanda überlegte kurz und dann begann sie:

„Du yatırımsız bonus hast wunderschöne Augen, Elena. Sie scheinen zwischen blau und grün zu wechseln, so wie sich deine Gefühle verändern. Im Moment sind sie dunkelgrün und du bist nervös, wahrscheinlich auch erregt.” Elena nickte fast unmerklich.

„Danke” hauchte sie.

Langsam wanderte Fernandas Blick tiefer, blieb kurz an den steifen Nippeln hängen, die durch das Shirt drückten und dann schaute sie wie erwartet auf den Zwischenraum, der sich unterhalb ihrer Brust gebildet hatte. Sie atmete schneller, als sie weitersprach.

„Ich sehe die Schwellungen deiner tollen Brüste und deine Nippel, die steil aufgerichtet sind und nach Aufmerksamkeit suchen…”

Ihre Hände bewegten sich auf Elenas Körper zu, aber ich hielt sie auf.

„Nicht berühren” wies ich sie an. „Du darfst sie streicheln, aber nur mit deinen Worten, wenn du möchtest.”

Sie zog die Hände zurück und legte sie in ihren Schoß.

„Ja, ich würde sie gern streicheln und sehen, wie sich ihre Spitzen weiter hervordrücken…” gestand sie. „und ich würde gern fühlen, wie sich deine helle Haut an meiner anfühlt.”

Die attraktive Schönheit ließ es zu, dass sich die Sinnlichkeit, die sie in sich trug, in ihren Worten offenbarte. Sie berührte sie nicht, hauchte jedoch plötzlich ihren heißen Atem auf Elenas Bauchnabel. Sofort zog sich ihre Haut zu einer Gänsehaut zusammen.

„Dein Nabel ist sehr hübsch” gluckste sie und wurde wieder sinnlicher. „Er würde es bestimmt begrüßen, wenn meine Zungenspitze mit ihm spielt…”

Damit provozierte sie ein mehrmaliges deutliches Nicken von Elena.

Verdammt! Diese Frau spielte mit meiner Geliebten, wie ich es selbst nicht besser hätte tun können. In meiner Hose wurde es reichlich eng und ich wünschte mir nichts sehnlicher, als ihren Körper endlich meiner Macht unterworfen zu sehen und zu fühlen…

„Möchtest du ihren Bauchnabel küssen?” fragte ich.

„Nur zu gern” antwortete sie begeistert.

„Tue es. Ohne dein Zungenspiel” wies ich sie an.

Fernandas Kopf bewegte sich nach vorn. Millimeter vor Elenas Bauch blies sie erneut sanft über deren Haut und entlockte ihr einen leisen Seufzer. Hatte ich ihr verboten, ihre Zunge einzusetzen, nutzte sie ihre Lippen auf erregende Weise. Sie drückte sie sanft auf Elenas Haut und saugte dann die untere Wulst der Nabelvertiefung ein. Es war nur der Bruchteil einer Sekunde, aber es genügte, Elenas Körper erzittern zu lassen.

„Woooaaa” stöhnte sie deutlich.

„Wie gern würde ich jetzt meinen Weg hinunterküssen bis auf deine nackten Schenkel…” stieß jetzt Fernanda voller Sehnsucht aus.

„Möchtest du es auch, Elena?” fragte ich provokativ.

„Ja, Herr” antwortete sie sofort.

„Gut. Dann solltest du ihr jetzt ihre Jeans ausziehen, Fernanda” reagierte ich darauf.

Mit ihren schlanken und geschickten Fingern öffnete Fernanda Knopf und Reißverschluss. Darauf bedacht, sich und ihrer Freundin zusätzliche schöne Gefühle zu ermöglichen, strich sie mit den Fingern über die helle Haut zu den Seiten und schob dann den Stoff über Elenas Hüften.

Mit einem kurzen Blick zu mir bat Elena um Erlaubnis ihr zu helfen, indem sie die Beine schloss und ich nickte. Die Hose setzte ihren Weg zum Boden fort und gab den Blick frei auf einen kleinen weißen Slip, der ihr Paradies nur unvollkommen verdeckte. Elena hob nacheinander ihre Füße kurz an und die Jeans war verschwunden.

Ohne eine weitere Aufforderung suchten und fanden Fernandas Lippen wieder Elenas Bauchnabel und platzierten zahlreiche kleine Küsse auf der entblößten Haut. Elenas gelegentliches Zucken zeigte mir, dass Fernanda durch gelegentliches kurzes Ansaugen versuchte, mich auszutricksen. Ich grinste.

„Küsse, und NUR Küsse” warnte ich die Verräterin und wurde überrascht.

„Ja, Master Markus” bestätigte sie und ihre Anrede verwirrte mich einen Augenblick.

„Über den Master sprechen wir noch, Schönheit. Trotzdem hältst du dich an meine Anweisungen” befahl ich.

Mit jedem Kuss steigerte sich Elenas Erregung und zu meiner Freude stellte ich fest, dass auch Fernanda von ihrem Tun sehr angeregt wurde. Nur mit Mühe konnte sie ihre Hände, die sie in ihrem Schoß zu Fäusten geballt hatte, unter Kontrolle halten und zusätzlich rutschte sie ohne Notwendigkeit mehrmals unruhig auf dem Sitz hin und her.

„Ich denke, es ist genug” unterbrach ich das reizvolle Tun der Frauen, die mich beide mit Enttäuschung in den Augen fragend ansahen. „Du hast Elena mehr als deutlich gezeigt, dass sie dir gefällt. Und ihre sinnlichen Reaktionen dürften DIR deutlich gemacht haben, dass deine Begeisterung für sie auf sehr fruchtbaren Boden gefallen sind.”

Meine beiden Gespielinnen – und ob es wirklich zwei waren würde ich jetzt herausfinden – schauten sich an und lächelten.

„Elena, setz dich wieder, aber halte deine Knie ständig geöffnet, dass meine Augen sich an dem feuchten Fleck in deiner Wäsche erfreuen können” sagte ich mit einem Grinsen.

Natürlich kayıt bonusu schauten beide jetzt genau zu der dunklen Stelle in Elenas Slip. Während die „Ertappte” schamvoll errötete sah ich, wie Fernandas Augen aufblitzten. Gut so.

„Fernanda, du hast mich ohne Grund und ohne meine Zustimmung gerade als Master angesprochen. Warum?”

Auch wenn ihre Haut die Farbe von sehr heller Schokolade hatte, war deutlich zu sehen, wie ihre Wangen sich röteten.

„Master Markus. Wenn ich dich damit gekränkt habe oder es einfach unpassend war, bitte ich dich um Entschuldigung. Ich habe bei meinen Erzählungen zu Elena etwas verschwiegen…”

Ohne etwas zu sagen, schaute ich in diese dunklen und jetzt geheimnisvoll glitzernden Augen.

„Als sie von ihrer unglaublich intensiven Lust berichtete und wie es dazu gekommen ist, wurde ich so heiß, dass ich ins Bad geflüchtet bin und mir in wenigen Sekunden die Erleichterung verschafft habe, nach der mein Körper gierte. Du warst nach ihren Erzählungen durch und durch ein Mann, der genau weiß, was er will, es sich holt, aber… der auch erkennen kann, wie er einer Frau herrlichste Gefühle bis hin zu Markerschütternden Orgasmen bereiten kann und es auch tut. Und heute…”

Sie unterbrach und nahm einen Schluck Wein.

„Heute habe ich dich kennengelernt, erlebt, wie glücklich sie ist, wenn sie bei dir sein kann und wie geschickt und liebevoll du sie in den Wahnsinn treiben kannst. Und dabei hast du nicht einmal einen Finger gerührt. Nein, du hast MEINE Gefühle erahnt, erkannt, und sie genutzt, um dieses herrliche Szenario zu kreieren…”

Stark und schnell atmend brach sie ab und versteckte sich erneut hinter ihrem Glas.

„Du hast das Szenario genauso sehr genossen wie Elena” stellte ich fest. „Und genau wie zwischen ihren Schenkeln gibt es in deiner Unterwäsche einen feuchten Fleck?”

Sie schüttelte den Kopf.

„Nein, sie ist völlig durchnässt” gestand sie und schaute mich an, als sei ich ein menschgewordener Gott der Erotik.

„Zeig es mir” forderte ich sie auf und sie zögerte nicht einen Moment.

Ihre Hände strichen über die Innenseiten ihrer sich spreizenden Schenkel hinauf bis unter den Rock und hoben ihn so an, dass ihr nasser Slip klar erkennbar war.

„Komm her zu mir” sagte ich nur und sie stand auf.

Als sie direkt vor meinem Sessel war nahm sie die Haltung ein, die ich vorher von Elena gefordert hatte. Leicht gespreizte Beine und die Hände im Nacken.

„Bitte” flehte sie kaum hörbar. „Wenn ich dir auch nur ein wenig gefalle, lass mich diese unbändige Lust erleben, die bisher noch kein Mann mich fühlen lassen konnte.”

Ich schaute an ihr vorbei zur Couch. Elena war diejenige, die ich sehr schätzte und sie durfte in keinem Fall verletzt werden. Hier stand ich, durch und durch ein Dom, Master, und hoffte in diesem Moment auf die Zustimmung meiner Sklavin. Meine Hoffnung erhielt kleine Flügel als mir einfiel, dass sie schließlich dieses Treffen initiiert hatte.

Ohne jeden Schmerz, Eifersucht oder Ärger leuchteten Elenas Augen als sie freudig nickte und mit ihren Händen ein Herz vor der Brust formte. Mehr Zustimmung war nicht nötig. Erleichtert wand ich mich der dunkelhäutigen Schönheit vor mir zu.

„Entferne den Slip” wies ich sie an und sofort griff sie in das Bund und streifte ihn über ihre Beine herunter. Ihr süßlich-herber Duft, der mich vorher schon umfangen hatte, verstärkte sich. Sie nahm ihre vorherige Haltung wieder ein.

„Jetzt berühre dich und beschreib mir, was du fühlst.”

Sofort ging ihre Hand zu ihrem nassen Paradies und sie stöhnte auf.

„Ich bin nass… ich bin geil… und ich würde am liebsten…” stotterte sie atemlos.

„Du wirst Nichts dergleichen tun! Hand weg!” sagte ich laut und deutlich.

Gleichzeitig schlug ich ziemlich hart auf die Innenseite ihres Schenkels.

„Aaaaaau!” schrie sie auf, gehorchte aber.

„Elena, hol mir ein Kondom aus dem Schlafzimmer” wies ich sie an.

„Nicht nötig” widersprach Fernanda sofort. „Ich bin sauber und geschützt.”

Zunächst genoss ich die Berührung ihrer Haut und strich mit den Händen über die Rückseite ihrer Oberschenkel, griff kräftig an ihren knackigen Hintern und fuhr dann zurück an den Seiten der Beine, um über die Innenseite bis kurz vor ihrem inzwischen tropfenden Honigtopf wieder aufwärtszuwandern. Fernanda stand wie eine Statue. Allein ihr Becken bewegte sich hin und wieder meiner Hand entgegen, wenn ich ihrer Hitze sehr nah kam.

Lange Minuten ließ ich sie pure Zärtlichkeit fühlen und sie sog sie auf wie ein Schwamm. Ihre Augen waren geschlossen und ihre Lippen leicht geöffnet, um sie stärker mit Atemluft zu versorgen, denn danach lechzte ihr Körper. Als ich kurz mit mehreren Fingern gegen ihre hübsche Muschi tippte, seufzte sie. Ich wartete kurz und wiederholte es. Wieder sog sie Luft in ihre Lungen.

Als ich etwas stärker gegen ihre Blume schlug zog sie ihr Becken zurück. Prompt klatschte meine Hand auf ihren Hintern.

„Aaau” beschwerte sie sich und wechselte im nächsten Moment zu einem „Hmmmmm”, denn sie war nach vorn ausgewichen und ihr Kitzler rieb hart über die Finger meiner zweiten Hand.

„Gefällt es dir immer noch?” fragte ich lachend, war doch ihr Seufzer Bestätigung genug.

„Jaaaa, sehr” antwortete sie sofort.

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Eric’s naked body flashed in my head over and over and over again. I decided not to go to the football game. Going to the game , watching Eric play , get all sweaty woudnt help at all. My sister Alicia still went though. Eric would enjoy her more than me. I laid on my bed staring into the ceiling , then I heard the door unlocked and laughter. I knew it was Alicia but there was a second voice , I tired to pin point on who it was. But I coudnt so I got up and headed for downstairs. As I was stepping down , I stopped dead in my tracks. There in my living room was Eric sitting on the couch. My sister Alicia called to me.

” Hey how are you feeling”? she asked me.

Still looking at Eric , Eric looking at me he smiled and waved off to me.
Oh Im feeling fine I replied back.

I scurried back upstairs there was a stiffness developing in my pants. After about 10 minutes there was a knock on my door. The door knob turned and Eric peeked in. Hey wassup ? How you feeling ?. He entered my room looking around.

“You gotta nice room here Angel”

Eric sat on the bed next to me. So how you feeling your sister told me you fell sick and coudnt come to the game.

“Yeah sorry about that I answered back”

” no problem we won anyway” Eric threw his arms around my neck.

Your sister went to the store she said she will be back in a little bit. I’ll be here for a minute so yo u wanna watch t.v or something , chill , watch a movie ?.

“Sounds good to me” I popped in a quick movie nothing yatırım şartsız deneme bonusu special. Eric was lying on the floor while I was on the bed. I scoped Eric’s body his boxer briefs was showing. Revealing his once again perfect fit ass. It looked so tight and fat in his boxer briefs. It made me wanna go down there and squeeze if , put my face in it , eat it.

After an hour the movie was over , Eric was on his phone texting and I was reading a magazine pretending to read it , when I was using it as an excuse to stare at his Ass. He finally broke the slience , what you reading over there some porn shit. He laughed. Het got up stretched i gazed at his cock , then I had another flash back of him in shower jerking off plopped next to me on the bed. Damn Im bored as hell and Hott. This is a boring as friday night I tell you that much.

Where your boys at ? I asked him .

Who knows , he laid his head back on my bed and shut his eyes. I was beginning to think he was trying to get close to me , but I shut that thought out of my head really quick. He sat up and looked at me. I looked at him.

” I know it was you earlier today in the locker room”

At that moment my whole body felt like it has shut down , I got weak.

“What are you talking about , you mean in gym ?”

“Nope I mean after school ,you know what Im talking about.”

” Yeah it was me but it was accident “

“Did you like what you saw” ?

His statment caught me off guard çevrimsiz deneme bonusu veren siteler completely . My eyes widened and I shouted WHAT!

Eric laughed “Im just fucking with you” He rubbed my head and smack it.

” So if you had a chance to fuck me would you do it ?” Eric laughed again.

Confused I was , I tell you that much. I just looked at him and thought I’d joke around too .

“Yeah I’d bang your pretty ass , then you could bang my pretty little ass too” I laughed.

Eric leaned in and kissed me soflty on the lips.

I looked at him surprised.Eric looked at me with straight face and said then let me bang your pretty little ass then. He pulled me by the neck close to him and kissed me . We locked lips for about 5 mintues. I didnt know what was going on but I didnt care at the moment , I was finally going to have Eric’s sexy ass to myself.

Eric reached down and found his way into my basketball shorts , I was hard from the moment he walked in the room. He slowly stroked me up and down. “You like that he said” Damn your so big Angel , you about to make my tounge ring go to work. He stroked me faster sucking on my neck. He pulled my shorts down and kneeled down in front of me he started to lick the pre cum of the head of my cock. His tounge felt so good i looked down at Eric as he slowly lowered his lips onto my cock. They were so warm i felt his tounge swarm around and around and around. His tounge ring added extra intensity. He lifted deneme bonusu veren casino siteleri his head back up.

Damn you taste so good Angel , just like how I imagined. He lowered his head again and started bobbing up and down faster. Slurpping and moaning. ” You like when Daddy sucks this cock dont you”. The feeling was so good I coudnt reply back. Within minutes I came in Eric’s mouth. He swalloed all of it.

Damn you taste good he licked his lips and sucked his fingers. I sat up on my bed and began unzipping his pants. So Anxious to see that size 8 dick I saw earlier today in the shower. As soon as I unzipped his pants his cock flew right out and smack me in the face.

Eric grinned “Sorry he’s just excited to finally meet you” I took Eric’s cock as far in down my throat as possible. I made sure the whole thing was in my mouth. “Damn Eric said” I didnt think you would fit the whole thing in ya mouth. Eric placed his hands behind his head and shut his eyes. I sucked his cock so good , just like I said I would. I could suck this big shit all night it tasted so good. Eric grabbed my head and started fucking my throat. Suck Me Baby , Suck Daddy Eric off. Got damn this shit feels so good , Im bout to cum Angel. You ready to taste daddy , Eric released what felt like buckets of cum in my mouth. I swalloed some. He pulled his cock outta my mouth and jerked off his cum squirted all of my face.

Eric collasped on the bed lying on his back I crawled up on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. Both breating hard , like we just fucked the place down.

Damn he said if it was that crazy by just sucking each other off, can you see how crazy its gonna be when I blow your fucking back out. He laughed ! Damn Finally got what I wanted. ..I was saying the samething too..

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“Honeyyy…” came the voice from the bedroom. Erin knew by the tone of his voice that her husband was about to ask for a favor. The voice continued, “…before we go out for brunch, could you run a little Erin for me?” Erin sighed as she heard her husband giggle at his own pun. They were supposed to be going out on a little early morning weekend date, she had barely just gotten out of the shower, and now he wants her to go out for something.

“Yes, dear. What is it?” she asked. Her husband Jack peeked his head into the bathroom as she stood in front of the mirror wearing only a towel on her hair. She blushed as she noticed him looking up and down her body. Erin had never considered herself attractive, and by all accounts, most men found her painfully average. Her body was petite, despite being in her late 20’s she sometimes was confused for a high schooler. Her breasts were tiny, bordering on flat, yet with large protruding nipples that were incredibly sensitive. Her face was plain, maybe cute on a good day. Jack’s eyes stopped wandering as he gazed upon her rear end – rather large for a woman her size, with wide round hips. And yet, despite all the flaws she saw in herself, Jack more than appreciated her body. She had been with a few men before Jack, but he was the first to make her feel so… hot?

Jack’s brain caught up finally as he finished ogling his wife. “Uh… my dad called, while you were in the shower,”, he began. “I borrowed his shovel last week and he needs it back today. Could you run it over to him real quick while I shower and get ready for brunch?” She sighed, and as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t find a reason to say no. She had been working with her therapist on learning to say no, as she always was a bit of a people-pleaser. But it’s a quick drive, and it would give her hair time to dry. “I guess so…” she said reluctantly. “But you owe me one!” she quipped as he stuck her tongue out at him. “Deal!” Jack replied with a grin. Her face reddened again when she realized what kind of payback he was imagining.

She threw on the small pink thong she was planning to wear out and a simple dress that went down to her knees. She didn’t even bother with a bra, the only reason she even wore one normally was to cover her nipples, and it was quite warm out for a late Spring day. She shuddered slightly as she got into the car to leave, the warm leather seats touching her bare legs. Her mind was filled with dirty thoughts as she drove off.

Jack’s father was happy to see her, and thanked her for bringing the shovel back. She noticed his eyes wandered a bit, but paid it no mind. He’s an old man and doesn’t get out much, so the sight of her bare legs was probably more than enough to entice him! “It was no problem, and the weather is so nice!” she said with a giggle. “Erin, real quick, before you go…” he started. “Could you do me a favor while you’re here?” She sighed – another favor. He continued, “This shovel actually belongs to Jason, my neighbor across the street. Could you just bring it over to him?” She thought again of her therapy sessions, learning to say no, practicing not to be a push over… but this request was non-offensive, and she was already here. “Sure, I’d be glad to help”, she said with a forced smile. She turned to leave, feeling his eyes on her as Jack’s father watched her from behind as her shapely ass swayed under her skirt. “You look real good today, yeni site deneme bonusu Erin!”.he said as he observed her petite body from behind. She was glad he couldn’t see the blush on her face as she received this unexpected attention from a man, especially one as old as him.

Erin had actually never met Jason, though Jack’s father mentioned him sometimes. She would simply introduce herself as his neighbor’s daughter-in-law, hand over the shovel, and be off. This was no problem! She stepped through the gate in Jason’s chain link fence and walked through the yard, the grass tall and badly in need of a mow. No sooner than she closed the gate behind her, she heard a barking. She was by no means afraid of dogs, but it took her by surprise. The front door of Jason’s house opened and a large husky ran out, playfully running circles around Erin.

“Who’re you?” she heard Jason ask softly, his voice slightly slurred. She stopped in her tracks, bracing against the shovel to call attention to it, and began to answer. “I’m… um… your neighbor’s…” she started, her eyes growing wide as she noticed the dog walking up to her side, sniffing at her ankles. “I’m your neighbor’s daughter-in-law! I have your shovel,” she explained proudly. He looked at her for a long moment, the gears in his head turning. The dog’s snout travelled up her bare legs and began licking at the backs of her knees. She tried to ignore it, continuing to brace against the shovel. Jason snorted, “Heh… yer a pretty one. Yeah, I know who you are. My pup seems to like you too!” He continued under his breath, “…cute face, little waist, with a big behind…”, his voice trailing off as he jokingly referenced the song lyrics.

Erin gulped as she started to worry about Jason’s dog getting a bit too friendly. “What was that?”, she asked. The dog was licking the backs of her thighs now, his tongue sneaking in between her legs occasionally. “Nothing, nothing…”, he chuckled to himself. “Well alright then, why don’t you bring the shovel up to me? I don’t get around so good,” he said from behind his screen door. She hoped he would call the dog off, but he just stood there watching. She reached back to shoo the dog away, but he actually growled at her! She snapped her hand back, her eyes growing wide. “Aw don’t worry honey, Buster ain’t gonna hurt’cha,” Jason said with a grin. Erin put both hands on the shovel and sighed, saying a few affirmations to herself. She could get through this. She just had to finish this and then she could go home.

And then, returning her focus back to reality, Buster’s nose hit against her thong panties. She gasped, her eyes growing wide. The dog’s tongue was lapping against the very top of her legs. She grabbed a hold of the shovel and started to walk forward, but her walk was more of a slow waddle with the dog’s head up the back of her dress. Her ass would practically be on display to anyone behind her, she realized, stopping to look around as if she were afraid of being caught. Erin’s face and chest were flushed a bright red. She pleaded with Jason, “could you… um… could you call him off?” Her voice became a whimper, barely able to finish the question. Jason smiled back at her, taking a drink from a bottle as his other hand scratched at his own crotch. “Nah,” Jason said, “he’s fine.”

Erin was only 10 yards from reaching Jason’s front door, but it felt like miles. She deneme bonusu yatırım şartı yok waddled slowly, hunched over slightly and using the shovel almost as a crutch. Buster’s large, wide tongue pressed directly against her thong now. That small pink thong was the only thing keeping the dog’s tongue from hitting her most sensitive spots. Her pussy throbbed as she wondered if he was licking the thong because he could taste her? She knew was becoming wet from the attention, surely the dog noticed too. Buster was encouraged and continued licking everywhere, his tongue exploring between her cheeks now. Her panties were soaked at this point, a combination of her own wetness and plenty of dog slobber.

She had almost reached the front door when she heard Jason’s voice from behind the screen. “Damn, he’s really licking’ you good,” the old man said lewdly. She’d kept her eyes down as she was struggling to the door but then as looked up at him, she noticed Jason had his sweatpants pulled down slightly. “Ugh,” she grunted as she glanced down at Jason’s waistband. This gross old drunk was touching himself while watching her! She suddenly felt ashamed and slightly dirty, her pussy throbbing uncontrollably. “You must taste good,” Jason continued. Erin whimpered softly as she leaned against the shovel, her legs spread slightly. “Um… t-thank you,” she said as her hips wriggled against the dog’s snout under her dress.

Jason watched on, openly touching his dick in front of the petite young lady as she approached the screen door. Erin stood there at the door for a second to collect herself and finally begged, “please… could you call the dog off now?” Jason was in awe. She looked so plain, so innocent… yet this little slut was standing at his door while she got every inch of her ass licked by his dog. His voice came out in a low grunt, “tell ya what.. I’ll do that when I’m done with this.” He looked down, Erin’s eyes following his, as she saw he was openly stroking his dick behind the door in front of her. Erin let out an exasperated sigh, like a child upset at not getting their way. She stood there saying nothing, a soft plap-plap-plap sound coming from under her dress as the dog’s tongue continued to slap against her most private parts.

Jason was surprised to hear no objections, grunting his approval. He lewdly spit into his hand and he continued stroking, the act causing a gross wet sound. “Look, girly, you should want this to end soon, Buster might get tired of lickin’ and get some other bright ideas,” Jason said in a low voice. He continued on to ask, “Why don’t you help me with this?” Erin quickly replied, “no! I’m not touching you! I’m married!” Plap…plap…plap. Buster’s tongue continued against her as he was able to lick at her asshole barely hidden behind the thong. “Lift yer dress up,” he slurred. “Lemme see that body, tha’s all I want,” the old man said as he looked up and down her body.

Erin whimpered quietly, overwhelmed with humiliation as the dog’s tongue probed at her asshole. She had never let anyone touch her there, and now this dog openly licking at it around her tiny thong. She looked at the man standing behind the door, his dick exposed to her as he touched himself. Because of her. Without a word, she leaned the shovel against Jason’s home, and her hands went down to the edge of her dress. She grabbed it and lifted, her body on deneme bonusu veren siteler yatırımsız full display to this pervert. Jason’s eyes went to her chest, his stroking speeding up. “Good… good girl,” he said. “C’mon, lean forward… show me what’cha got,” he lewdly commanded her. Erin almost instinctually thanked him for the compliment before she caught herself, but she still did as she asked.

Erin bent at the waist, leaning forward and pressing her body against the screen door. As she did so, she exposed herself even more from behind. Anyone walking by would be able to see her ass sticking out, her dress pulled up to her neck, her hips rocking to-and-fro. And if any passersby stopped to listen, they would hear the gross plap…plap…plap of a dog’s tongue wetly caressing her soaked underwear. This thought is all that went through her mind as she imagined what this imaginary onlooker would think of her.

Once again, brought back to reality, she felt something on her chest and looked down. This disgusting old man was stroking his dick with one hand, and with the other he was rubbing her nipples through the screen on the door. Despite her flat chest, her nipples stuck out like ripe raspberries, and they were ever-so-sensitive. This was like nothing she’d felt before. Erin’s breath was ragged as she pushed her chest forward against the man’s hand, feeling the harsh metal fabric of the screen door rubbing against her nipples. “Yer a lil’ slut, ain’t’cha… fuckin’ say it, tell me,” Jason whispered lowly at her. She reached one hand down and forward and pressed a few fingers against the front of her slimy thong.

Plap…plap…plap. The dog continued his assault, his tongue pressing at her asshole. “Unh… uh… ugh…” Erin hoarsely whispered as her muscles began to contract. “Yes… yes… I’m…”, she struggled to continue her sentence as her body jerking roughly between the screen door on her chest and the dog’s tongue between her legs. “Yer a slut,” Jason repeated. Erin’s eyes closed tightly as she heard him, her orgasm coming on hard and fast as soft moans escaped her lips. Jason grunted, “oh… fuck yeah, you’re cumming for me aren’t you…” as his hand, wet with saliva, pumped up and down his cock. His dick spurted cum, his semen splattering first against the screen door and finally onto the tile floor.

“Buster! Get ’round back!”, Jason yelled, pulling Erin back to reality as the voice boomed. And with that, the dog left her side, running back into the yard. It was that easy, she realized, he could have done that at any point. She dropped her dress back to its original position, her face colored a deep red as she caught her breath. She gulped, her body awash with shame over what she had done. Her mind continued to be haunted with the thought of that proverbial observer, and what anyone else would think had they watched what she just did. Good thing no one had been out there to witness her disgusting acts, she thought.

Jason grinned at her. “Thanks fer bringin’ back my shovel,” he said as he leered at her. “C’mon back any time, yer a pretty lil’ thing. Maybe next time you can come in, get some drinks,” he offered. Erin blushed at his compliment. “N-no, um, I can’t, um… I don’t drink,” she stammed before turning halfway around to leave. “I gotta go sorry thank you,” the words sped out of her mouth. Erin turned and began hurriedly walking away from his porch. Jason watched her and laughed softly himself in that way that drunken men do. As Erin stepped across his porch, both of them heard the filthy sound she made, her panties literally dripped with dog slobber. Plap…plap…plap… the wet droplets hit the porch, leaving a trail as she quickly scurried back to her car.

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Yakın Arkadaşımın Karısı Beraber Olmak İsteyince Kıramadım

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Aynı şirkette çalıştığım, altı senelik çok yakın bir arkadaşım var, o da evli iki de çocuğu var. Ben de 7 senelik evli bir erkeğim bir tane kızım var. Ailecek görüşüyoruz ve beraber genellikle akşam yemeklerinde buluşuyoruz, daha çok biz onlara gidiyoruz. Onun iki çocuğu olduğu ve çocukları çok yaramaz olduğu için kendi evlerinde ağırlamak istiyorlar çünkü onların çocukları bize gelince durmuyor ve bundan dolayı rahatsız oldukları için en iyisi kendi evleri olduğunu düşünüyorlar. Zaten bakıcıları da var, bakıcı çocukları odada oyalarken biz de muhabbet eder keyfimize bakarız.

Bu yaz hep beraber tatile gitmek istediklerini söylediler ben tuvaletteyken böyle bir muhabbet açılmış, masaya geldiğimde şu otele tatile gideceğiz dediler, ben de tamam dedim. Temmuz ayı olduğunda rezervasyon yaptırıp çocukları ailelere bırakıp iki çift olarak tatile gittik. O zamana kadar arkadaşımın karısından farklı hiçbir yaklaşım görmemiştim ya da ben anlamadım bilmiyorum. Fakat kadın tatilde resmen azgın bir kadın haline dönüştü ve neredeyse üzerime atlayacak hale geldi. Şimdi hemen onu anlatacağım.

Karımla havuza girdik, bu arkadaşın karısı da uzanmış güneşleniyordu, arkadaşım da odada dinleniyormuş. Karımla havuzda biraz şakalaştık mutlu bir evliliğimiz var karımı çok seviyorum zaten sanırım kadın bunu kıskandı çünkü karım havuzda kalıp ben çıkınca bu kadın bana Selma’yı çok mu seviyorsun diye sordu. Ben de evet sonuçta kaç yıllık karım dedim, o da keşke senin gibi bir kocam olsaydı dedi, ben de niye öyle diyorsun Serhat’ta seni çok seviyor dedim, seviyor olabilir fakat bana keyif vermiyor Selma senden keyif alıyor dedi. Ben free spin veren siteler o anda biraz şaşırsam da pek bir şey diyemedim.

Akşam seninle konuşmak istediğim bir konu var bir ara ayarlayabilir misin 1 saate ihtiyacım var dedi, ben de olur Selma’ya söylerim dedim, hayır aramızda kalsın lütfen onu söyleme dedi, ben de iyi saat 11 gibi barda buluşalım dedim. Selma havuzdan çıkıp yanımıza gelmeye başlayınca sustu ve kadın son derece sıcak bir şekilde Selma’ya davranmaya devam etti. Tabi benim aklımda binlerce soru oluştu. Acaba kadın benimle ne konuşacaktı, anladığım bir şey mi olmuştu, yoksa bu konuşmayı yanlış mı anlamıştım? Saat 11’i zor ettim, Selma odada dinlenirken ben de bara gidip bir şeyler içeceğimi söyledim, o da ben gelmeyeyim kitap okuyorum dedi, zaten benim de amacım oydu.

Her neyse bara indiğimde Ela önünde bir viski içkisini yudumluyordu, siyah dar bir elbise giymiş, kırmızı ruj sürmüştü. Siyah saçlı son derece seksi bir kadın zaten kendine çok iyi bakar, 36 yaşında olmasına rağmen 30 yaşında gösterir, fiziği de taş gibidir. Ben de yanına gittim seni dinliyorum Ela ne oldu dedim, aylardır seni izliyorum ve en azından birkaç kere görüşmek istiyorum dedi. O anda gözlerimin içine baktı evet biliyorum ani oldu fakat anla işte sanırım aşık oldum dedi.

Ben de biliyorsun mutlu bir evliliğim var bunu riske atamam ayrıca en yakın arkadaşıma da bunu yapamam dedim, merak etme en fazla bir iki kere sevişip ayrılacağız hiç kimse hiçbir şey duymayacak dedi.O öyle sevişmek deyince ben de akan sular durdu çünkü böylesine seksi bir kadına hayır demek çok zordu. Ama bedava bonus veren siteler bu nasıl olacak ayarlamak çok zor dedim, sen bana bırak sadece senden olumlu bir cevap duymak istiyorum dedi, ben de sana hayır demek çok zor dedim, bir kahkaha attı bardağını bana yakınlaştırdı ve tokuşturarak fondipledik. Ertesi gün yine havuz keyfi yaptık sonra ben odaya bir şey almaya çıkarken

Ela da peşime takılmış aynı asansöre bindik ve birden dudaklarıma yapıştı. Dudaklarımı öperken benim elimi tuttu kalçasına koydu ve ben onun dudaklarını öperken kalçasını sıkmaya başladım. Böyle bir sıkılık olamaz öyle bir azdım ki direk onu odaya götürüp çatır çatır sikmek istedim fakat bunu göze alamadım. Asansör kata gelince hemen ayrıldık ve o kendi odasına gitti ben de kendi odama. Elanın tadına bakmıştım ve artık onun için çıldırıyordum fakat tatil boyunca hiç böyle bir zamanımız olmadı. Eve dönüp işlere başlayınca ela’dan bana bir mesaj geldi, artık bugün görüşelim mi diye, ben de tabii ki büyük bir hevesle olur dedim, o zaman ben bir otel ayarlıyorum dedi, ben de tamam dedim ve bana bir otel söyledi.

Saat akşam dört gibi işten izin alarak otele gittim, Ela beni odada bekliyordu. Yine son derece seksi bir şekilde giyinmişti bu kadına hayır demek imkânsızdı öylesine güzeldi ki onun yanına yaklaşıp kırmızı ruj sürülü dudaklarını öperken hemen elimi daha önce dokunup da tadını unutamadığım kalçalarına götürüp okşamaya başladım. Bir süre ayakta böyle seviştik üzerindeki kıyafeti çıkardım o da beni sormaya başladı.Ela’yı direk yatağın üzerine yatırdım ve esmer amını yalamaya başladım, misler bedava bonus gibi kokuyordu. Benim için özel hazırlanmıştı bense işten gelmiştim fakat kendimi kötü hissetmedim.

Kadın bana âşık olduğunu söylemişti şimdi onu çatır çatır sikerek bunun keyfine varacaktım. Alev alev yanan çoktan ıslanmış amını yalarken parmaklarımı amına soktum ve yukarı çıkarak dudaklarını öperken parmaklamaya devam ettim. Ela inliyordu sonra tekrar aşağı indim klitorisini sündürerek emdim ve parmaklarımı içinde dans ettirdim. Artık tamamen sikilmeye hazır olan amının içine girerek pompalamaya başladım. Hepsi çok ani oluyordu çünkü ela’ya doymak istemiyordum. Hızlı bir şekilde pompaladıktan sonra onu yan döndürdüm o da kalçasını iyice çıkardı ve bu şekilde onu sikmeye başladım.

Bana sırtını dönmüştü arada dönerek dudaklarımı öpüyordu. İnlemeleri bir hayli arttı ve artık çığlık atıyordu. Öylesine güzel bir şekilde bunu yapıyordu ki ben de onun inlemeleri ile iyice keyfe geldim ve aynı anda çığlıklar atarak boşaldık. İçinden hiç çıkmadım ve amına döllerimi aktıktan sonra öylece birkaç dakika kaldık. Elimi onun beline attım ve konuşmaya başladık. Aylardır beni çok beğendiğini kocasıyla mutsuz olduğunu söyledi. Bense arkadaşımın ne kadar şanslı olduğunu düşünüyordum çünkü böylesine güzel bir kadın her gün sikmek muhteşem bir duygudur, benim karım da güzeldir fakat asla böyle bir vücudu yok,

Seks hikaye Ela genç kızlardan farksız bir vücuda sahip. Bir posta daha atmak isteyince ela hemen önüme eğildi ve benimkini ağzına aldı. Öylesine ateşli ve arzulu şekilde bana sakso çekti ki çok kısa bir süre içerisinde tekrar ereksiyon olup Elayı domalttım ve güzel amına tekrar girerek sikmeye başladım. Onu pompalarken Ela inledi ve her hamlenin tadını çıkardı, ikimiz mucize gibi aynı anda tekrar orgazm olduk. Şimdiye kadar sadece tek bir kere görüşme ayarlayabildik ikinci görüşmeyi iple çekiyorum bir daha Ela’nın içinde olmak için sabırsızlanıyorum.

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Breeding the Neighbors Pt. 02

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Ass

Chris woke up the next day to the warmth of both women cuddling up to him. Looking over, he found Bailey on his left, her bright blond hair covering her girlish features while her naked body seemed to curl against him. Melinda, on the other hand, had her back to him, her ass pushed up against his leg and seemed to be grinding lightly.

Blowing her dirty blond hair out of his face, he also discovered that he was being pinned in place. Melinda easily kept a firm grip of his arm and used it a safety bar to keep herself in place, his hand resting on her athletically toned abs. Bailey used his other arm, more like a body length pillow by comparison. She nestled her breasts around his bicep kept her lips to his skin like she’d been tasting him all night.

Just as he was getting comfortable in this new sleeping arrangement though, the morning was destroyed the way it usually always is. The clock on the nightstand blared to life, the sound of a radio host hollared out the time of morning and roused both women from their slumber.

“Morning,” said Chris, feeling the tingling sensation in both arms as the blood flow returned to his digits. Both women mumbled something that sounded like a greeting before they both made their way to either the bathroom or kitchen.

He couldn’t blame them honestly. They were all night owls and the beginning of the day was always the hardest. Gathering his clothes, he began to get dressed before he was confronted at the bedroom door. The sight of the beautiful Bailey was intensified by the aroma of three mugs of coffee.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, a look of amusement and even a hint of lust in her voice. “You still have a lot of work to do today.” Her wife, just as naked, merely passed by, kissed Bailey, and took her cup.

“Relax,” Chris chided with a smile, grabbing his keys and wallet from the bedside table and pocketing them. “Just going to get some breakfast, take a quick shower and I’ll be back before your wife can make you cum again.”

“Don’t make challenges you know you can’t win,” warned Melinda, grabbing the large black and red strap on and wagging it at him accusingly. “You’ve seen what I can do with this woman. And now you know how easy she is to please.”

“Hey,” Bailey exclaimed, a look of indignance on her face at the mention of her climaxes, “I’m sorry, I was being railed by two amazing cocks at the same time last night, remember? How about I fuck your ass with that toy and see how long you can last.”

The lustful smile reappeared on Melinda’s lips as she bit her bottom lip. “I’ll take that bet.”

Chris was still in shock by the way these ladies not only spoke to each other, but the fact that he was now in the middle of it all. But he shook his head lightly before walking up and hugging Bailey tightly and kissing her forehead. “I’ll be back in about an hour at most with food. I promise.”

The playful look in her eyes seemed to change to, what could only be called, a submissive understanding. She blushed lightly at the kiss before nodding her head. “Fine, but bring me back-“

“Something vegan, I know. And something meaty and greasy for your wife.” Chris rolled his eyes lightly as he shook his head, “Honestly, how the hell you two share a meal boggles the mind.”

An kaçak bahis hour passed as Chris showered, shaved and groomed himself before grabbing some breakfast and driving back to the house. Bag in hand, he fumbled with his keys and cursed himself before a second hand appeared to pick them up.

“Hey Chris,” came the voice of the neighborhood douche-bro, Tim. “You should have heard those hot lesbian girls last night. I could hear them two houses down going at it like fucking champs.”

Tim was what an athlete would look like if they didn’t make it professionally. Tall, somewhat muscular and even handsome to most. But that’s where his charisma peaked since his humor and insight were grating on the nerves to most.

Sighing loudly, Chris closed his eyes and mentally counted to five before answering, “morning Tim. And we talked about this. Just because you can hear it-“

“Doesn’t mean I should discuss it with others, yeah yeah, I know. But come on, a scream like that in the middle of the night?” The smile on his face grew wider as he leaned in and scoffed, “bet it was Brenda topping Maria.”

The sad part is, the image rolled through Chris’s mind as he imagined the roles reversed bergen the ladies last night. But before he could go any further, he reached out and took the keys from Tim and began walking away.

“It’s, Bailey and Melinda, Firstly. Secondly, get a girlfriend Tim. The faster you get laid, the less annoying you might be.” Making his way to the door, he didn’t even listen to his retort before tuning him out completely.

“About time,” growled Melinda as she snatched the bag from him and made her way to the kitchen. She had dressed herself at least when she answered the door in a pink sports bra and black gym shorts. “I was fucking starving.”

“That’s for all the of us by the way,” Chris called after her, annoyance obviously carried over from his conversation, “stay away from my breakfast burrito!”

“No promises,” she called back from the other room as the sound of a ripping paper bag echoed on the tile wall. “No salsa, seriously?”

“Be grateful he got us anything,” came Bailey’s voice as she passed her lover, swatting her on the ass roughly before smiling at him. “Now,” she whispered lustfully, her still naked body glistening with shower water as she wrapped her arms around him, “where were we?”

Laughing lightly, Chris couldn’t help but reach down and scoop the beauty into his arms and walking into the kitchen with her. Stopping at a feral looking Melinda, he smiled confidently and casually advised, “I’m going to go fuck your wife now. Join us when you can.”

Melinda, halfway through eating his burrito, simply rolled her eyes and nodded, her mouth too full to speak. Bailey giggled loudly before kissing his neck, running her hands through his hair as she was carried back to the mattress.

“I want to be on top again,” she suddenly ordered, just as he was about to lay her down. Her expression was firm, but her eyes radiated the gleam of curiosity. Chris, never being one to deny a woman in bed, simply turned over and fell on to the sheets.

The squeals of excitement filled the room all over again as she rode him down, but instead of moving up, she scooted down his body and began to pull bedava bahis his pants off. Freeing his now fully erect cock, she gripped it firmly in her hand before running a single, long lick up his shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” breathed Chris, laying into the pillow as the beautiful blond began her work. Starting at his tip, she rolled her tongue over his entrance and teased it playfully, her hand stroking him slowly. Her moans matched his own as she brought her fingers to her own sex and began to play with her clit.

As her arousal began to build, so did her intensity as she pushed further down on his dick, slurping loudly as she had begun to bob in rhythm to her fingers sliding within her.

Chris couldn’t help but reach down to her hair, gripping her golden locks and guiding her further, hitting the back of her throat with each moment. When he released her, she gasped for breath and laughed her melodious tone. “Fucking again. I didn’t know how much I could take until you forced me to do it.”

With that encouragement, he gripped her hair once more and began his fierce use of her throat. The room filled with her choking and gagging as she allowed him to use her mouth in ways she’d never had.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Melinda whispered from the door, watching the show with her hand down the front of her gym shorts. “I didn’t know you had no gag reflex Baby.”

“Neither did I,” gasped Bailey, breathing deeply as her chin and breasts dripped slightly in her own spit. “Give you any ideas?”

“Just one,” Melinda quipped, pulling her bottoms down and straddling over Chris’s face, “let’s see if you can make me cum before you pass out.”

Before he could answer, she sat down and began to ride his mouth in slow thrusts. Chris, never one to back down from a challenge, reached up and gripped her thighs to hold her in place as his tongue began its mission. Rolling across her clit, his nose buried within her pussy, he held his breath until he felt his manhood being sucked again.

Melinda, now fully nude, gripped Bailey by the hair and began to force her down harder than ever. The way she guided her wife was rougher than Chris’s use of her, but she heard no complaints as Bailey caught her breath.

“Fuck, I’m going to…” began Melinda, grinding on his face faster as her eyes glazed over lustfully, pulling Bailey in and kissing the saliva covered woman.

“Cum for me Baby,” came Bailey’s whispers, moving down to her wife’s pierced breasts and sucking them hungrily, nibbling at the bars until she heard the chorus of climax filling the house.

As the sensitivity became too much, she leaned forward to a now nearly asphixiated Chris, his face covered in Melinda’s juices and red from a lack of air. But he made no complaints as the tomboy lay on top of him, still shaking.

He lay there, basking in the glow of his accomplishment as Bailey began to kiss his lips greedily. The taste of her wife was like nectar to her taste buds and she savored every drop she could get. Pulling back after a few moments, her bubbly voice came back with a cheerful, “my turn.”

A brief tussling of limbs later and he had Bailey hovering over him. His eyes took in her body, the curve of her ass, the arousal of her pussy, the heat radiating from her, before kazandıran bahis siteleri he took a deep breath and let her fall onto him.

His tongue slid within her, stretching her wide as his hand snuck to her clit to make her squeal in surprise. As he began to pleasure her, his cock was immediately hot and warm as Melinda slid herself onto him. The moans intensified as both voices rang out together in harmony while both women began to grind.

“Fuck, you weren’t joking when you said real dick was different,” exclaimed Melinda, pulling her hips up and then slamming herself back down. Bailey, on the other hand, was speechless as she reached out and balanced herself with her wife’s help.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex for a full ten minutes after that. The moaning of Melinda, mixed with the loud squeaking of Bailey. The sounds of sloppy kisses as the women made out, mixed with the springs of the mattress.

Finally, after Bailey’s third climax, she rolled off of him and inhaled long, harsh breaths. “Holy fuck, fuck, fuck,” Screamed Melinda before dragging her nails across Chris’s chest and letting out an earth shattering roar, her pussy clenching him tightly as her entire form shuddered.

As her climax subsided, she pulled herself free and lay down next to him on his other side. “How… are you… still hard?” She asked between gulps of air. “Guys are supposed to only last a few fucking minutes.”

“And lesbians aren’t supposed to enjoy real dick,” retorted Chris, laughing at the insinuation. “To be fair though, I’m actually really close to cumming, so unless you want to wait an hour Bailey, I suggest you ride me the rest of the way.”

Like a woman on a mission, Bailey dragged herself up and straddled his waist. The look of determination on her face told him that despite her lack of energy, she wanted this. Sliding herself back down, she melted onto him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she began to bounce.

“Fucking cum inside of me Chris,” she began, a mantra pouring from her lips as she leaned back and allowed him to watch her breasts bounce in time to her thrusts. “Pump every drop out of your balls and fucking breed me. I want your fucking baby, I need you to fill my pussy with everything you fucking have.”

Her words began to get more vulgar as she started to almost growl her intent, he eyes more manic as she rocked faster and rougher on his cock. Her ass began to clap against his thighs as she rode him and he knew that it wouldn’t take much longer.

Gripping her hips, he finally thrust up into her and finished, blasting every shot he had held back to fill her womb until he could feel it starting to over fill. He couldn’t tell what was happening until he heard it. Looking down, Melinda had snuck up behind Bailey and attacked her clit and nipples from behind.

“Fucking cum on his dick you sexy whore,” she whispered in her wife’s ears, nibbling on her ear lobe and causing her lover to hit the high pitched silent scream from before. “Milk that cock like a cum addicted slut. Squeeze him fucking dry.”

Chris watched as the now fully spent woman shook violently from the attack and actually slipped off his cock to land next to him. Her body trembled from the way she was used, but the smile on her lips told him everything he needed.

Returning to his shaft, Melinda sucked and cleaned him without a word. Every drop of his cum, every sign of their juices was gone. But that smile never disappeared. “Consider this the only win you’ll ever have in this household.”

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