I’m 50. After my divorce, I had to take a room in a run-down house in the middle of a cul-de-sac full of medium-nice houses. My roommates are all college-age guys, so I’m the oldest in the house. Out of necessity, I’ve had to take responsibility to collect utilities and rent, assign duties (taking out the trash, taking the can to the curb, mowing, sweep/mop of common areas and kitchen, cleaning sink and counters, etc.). I post a rotation of chores, so that everyone can see its fair, and it works okay most of the time.

So, it wasn’t a surprise that my roommates and I were something of a neighborhood pariah. We tried to be friendly and responsible with our parking, moving the trashcans each week, and keeping our noise to a minimum. But, try as we might, we were still given the stink-eye and avoided by most.

Enter our neighbor across the street. This entitled neighbor (“EN” form now on) not only glared at us as we came and went, she was always either shouting at us from across the street, or coming over to knock on our door, to tell us how we’d failed to do something or other she thought we should have to do. (One such task was cleaning up the palm leaves that a big wind had left all over the place. She thought we should have cleaned them up earlier than we had, so owed her to come over and clean the leaves off of her lawn and sidewalk – no, she hadn’t cleaned hers up.)

I learned that her kids had graduated and moved away a year before I arrived, and her husband worked long hours, leaving her with a LOT of time on her hands, to spend poking her nose into our business. In her early- to mid-40’s, EN was doing her best not to completely fall apart but was losing the battle: wrinkles around the eyes, a bit of extra developing under the chin, and a slightly marshmallow waistline. She wore pant-suits to work and sweaters on top of jeans in her free time. All in all, nothing spectacular to look at – medium and average in every way. But it was the “constantly chewing bees” look on her face that put her from a possible 6, down to a 2 (scale of 1-10).

In the beginning, I tried to be nice, accepting her abuse and giving in to her demands (as long as they seemed half-way reasonable), just to shut her up. Then I discovered her husband didn’t actually work that late. She’d just pestered and bullied him to the point that he never spent much time escort gaziantep ilanları at home. After re-assessing my approach, I decided the best strategy was not to comply with her any more.

At first, when I just started shutting her down, she just closed her mouth and walked back into her house. But, after a few weeks, she was back to her relentless levels of bitching at us for every little thing, our fault or not.

One cold morning, I was putting the trash cans out of the curb, when she decided to march across the street and try yelling at me for the “terrible state of our lawn” – my roommates and I had been chipping in on a service that came every two weeks, so it really didn’t look as shabby as she claimed.

I tried ignoring her and had almost made it to the open door to the garage at the side of the house, but she kept jumping in my way. (I almost knocked her down more than once.) She’d raced out of her house to confront me, dressed in a long, loose t-shirt and bunny slippers, her rage the only thing to keep her warm, which caused me to notice her nipples pushing out through the fabric – I could have hung my heaviest coat on either one of them and not worried about them falling off! Catching my glance at her chest (only a glance, I swear!), she stopped mid-rant, let out an exasperated grunt, and gave me what we used to call a “titty-twister,” when I was a kid.

At that point, I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to let this entitled nut-case off without some appropriate payback. In the moment it took to make that decision and utter an “Ouch!,” she did it again. So, I did it back. I grabbed her poking nipple and gave it a quick, but firm twist, telling her to stop. She responded by pushing me and pulling her fist back to hit me. I responded by pushing her up against the half-open door and pinning her by the arms, so she couldn’t hit me. She squirmed and pushed back, wriggling out (I wasn’t holding her very hard), starting the hit and kick me again, murmuring, “Let me go,” while grunting with effort.

Now, I have to tell you that I used to be a bouncer for a few years just out of college, so I responded by going in low and wrapping her up, so that she couldn’t hurt me. I managed to keep us from going to the ground, but it was NOT easy. She just kept grunting for escort kadın gaziantep me to let her go and peppering me with foul names and slurs. We continued to struggle and ended up just inside my garage. Pinned up against the washing machine and wrapped up as she was, she finally stopped trying to wriggle free and let out a huge sigh. I noticed that her body was very hot against my skin but didn’t think anything of it.

So, taking this for possible compliance, I eased up the pressure just a bit, telling her that I’d let her go if she’d stop trying to hit me and go home. She looked up at me, as if to say, “fine.” As we locked eyes, however, a completely different look came over her. Her face flushed and her breathing changed. As I released her arms, she suddenly reached up and grabbed my face, pulling me down to her. I was shocked and took a moment before pushing her away.

This was a “Karen,” a married woman, and this was VERY awkward!

Now the tables had turned, and I was the one struggling to get free! EN was relentless, however, murmuring, “No, don’t…,” pulling me closer, as she grabbed fingerfuls of my hair, pulling me down, and continuing to kiss me. She release one hand form my hair, in order to push my hands away from trying to push her away, and grabbed for my crotch. Thinking this might be a ruse, and she was only feeling around, in order to grab my balls, I pulled my pelvis back. This only allowed her for locate my penis all the quicker. And she began stroking it through my shorts. Then, looking me in the eyes, “Please. Please let me. It’s been so long,” she whispered, beginning to tear-up.

I can’t say I was taking pity on her, it was more like I was taking a fresh look at her, that prompted me to do what I did next. Before, I’d only noticed her terrible attitude, bitchy voice, and pissy face. Now that she’d relaxed a bit, I was able to notice that, although far from perfect, she wasn’t so repulsive as I’d thought of her.

I paused a moment, then she smiled as I lifted her up onto the washing machine. She wrapped her legs around my waist and we kissed for several minutes, exploring each other’s mouths and tongues. I could feel her nipples stabbing into my chest, so I stroked the side of her breast through the t-shirt, working my way across and out to the escort gaziantep kızlar tips. She gasped when I touched them and proceeded to reach into my shorts, pull out my erection, and start rubbing its head on her hot, slippery pussy. (In her haste to run out and berate me, she’d apparently forgotten to put on a pair of any panties!) “Is it okay?” she breathed.

I answered her by pushing forward into her. She was so ready, it buried itself to the base on the first thrust. She held me close and encouraged me as I laid into her. She rocked and bucked, eyes rolling back into her head, as she trembled and jerked with multiple orgasms. I’m honestly not sure how long it lasted, but I stabbed balls-deep into her as I came. She was arched back, stiffened by a major orgasm (I thought she might be having a stroke!), so I kept it inside of her. The tension finally broke, and she sagged forward into my arms, completely limp, sweat completely soaking the t-shirt.

I helped her down off the machine, but she couldn’t stand for a minute or so. I didn’t know exactly what to say, so I lifted the shirt off of her, used one of the towels from the dryer to dry her off, let her use one of my shirts, and helped her back to her house. Once she was inside, I left shaking my head at the strange events, never thinking anything would come of what happened. I remember thinking this would definitely put an end to her tyrannical outbursts, though, right?

Well, sort of. You see, although she didn’t bother us for anymore, she still came over to hassle me. Well, by “hassle,” I mean about once or twice a week she’d storm over, yelling about how she needed to talk to me. When I responded with, “I really don’t have time for this shit right now,” followed by a better time, she’d call me all sorts of names and tell me to get bent. Otherwise, I’d yell back, “Fine! But let’s talk about it inside.” At this, she would follow me into the house, I’d fuck her silly, and she would leave weak in the knees.

We never actually spoke much, never flirted, and never talked about our feelings for each other. I made it clear, however, that we were only friends. I did NOT want to interfere with her marriage, nor did I want to have a romantic relationship with her. She was okay with this, finally confiding details about her loveless marriage. We kept this up a few years, before a job change caused me to move.

Follow-up: I had cause to visit the area a month ago, so I drove past the neighborhood around 4:30pm, just out of curiosity. I happened to get there just as her husband was exiting his vehicle, trying to extricate himself from a woman hanging around his neck. As I drove past, I discovered the woman was EN – apparently their marriage was doing much better!

Eleanor sat on the edge of a large four-poster bed, in a spacious room full of warm natural light. She was a distinctive young woman, but not in an extrovert way. To the passer-by, it would be her strikingly graceful deportment, rather than stunning beauty, that would catch the eye. To the lingering observer, her fine facial features and the soft texture of her long, almost golden, brown hair would then have enticed the appreciative eye on to admire a well-honed figure, always enhanced by subtly elegant, understated couture. Finally, the viewer would find the imprint of this young woman etched indelibly into the mind as her limpid pale blue eyes passed fleetingly over the onlooker’s face. Was that with the merest hint of a warm smile?

For the vast majority of people, this was as far as it ever went. To those few, however, who were privileged to enter the circle of her closer acquaintances, Eleanor’s inner warmth would bring a glow and comfort of a rare quality. Her lively wit was, like her dress sense and deportment, expressed with subtlety. She was not a blatant and extrovert woman at all, but one whose quiet and demure manner made her a coveted and trusted friend. Those who had benefited from her abundant generosity also knew of a depth of compassion and empathy that brought great solace. Eleanor had that ability to recognise genuine need and to draw closely, but never provocatively, alongside people in real distress.

For a very select and carefully chosen circle of people, Eleanor represented brightness, warmth, wisdom and comfort, for she was a friend to be cherished and her loyalty in that role ensured her place in the deep affection of those who were thus privileged.

For two people, Eleanor was life itself. James, a distinguished but unassuming man fifteen years her senior, with a military background and with both the character and physique to go with senior officer rank, had never looked back since the occasion when their discreet scanning of a bustling social gathering brought them into direct eye contact for the first time. He had tried very hard to regain control over his feelings and had applied rigorous self-discipline, but it had been a vain effort. Similarly, Eleanor had been transfixed by the steel blue of his eyes and, despite her best efforts, had been unable to erase them from her mind. Characteristically, neither had betrayed the slightest hint of the change that had taken place within on that occasion. It was not until a chance coincidence led to their being introduced to one another at a business event that the seeds finally germinated and ultimately blossomed into a union that had brought them the second person, Sophia Louise, their daughter, who had been the delight of their lives, and of many others besides, for the past eight years. Eight years of brightness over which a dark cloud had suddenly appeared in the recent past and which was proving impossible for Eleanor and James to dislodge.

Eleanor dangled her legs casually over the side of the bed, swinging them backwards and forwards and peering through the radiant glow of the evening sunshine streaming into their bedroom, watching in a hypnotic stare as a raucous gaggle of rooks settled noisily into a tall oak tree at the edge of the woods alongside her home. She saw nothing of the birds and their erratic antics. All she could see was the image that had haunted her for the past twelve weeks, as she had stared, frozen with horror, as their four-wheel drive had sped off down the road outside the boutique in town, whilst she talked to her friend, Michelle, the proprietor. She could never forget the sight of Sophia Louise staring out at her through the rear window in terror whilst the teenage joy-riders fled to indulge themselves in their wild fantasies.

It had been a local farmer who had found Sophia Louise, a couple of hours later, wandering frightened through his ripening field of wheat. He knew the child, for he had seen her with her parents about the town, so he had taken her quickly to his wife at the farmhouse and it had not been long before a kind and sensitive WPC brought the shaking child home and assured her distraught parents that the lady police surgeon had established that she had suffered no physical harm. A great sense of relief flooded over James and Eleanor and this was not even diluted by news that the vehicle had been found thirty miles away, a tangle of burnt metal. Two 15-year old boys had been arrested and released into the custody of Social Services.

The following six weeks had been painful for James and Eleanor, both of whom were beginning to exhibit signs of severe fatigue as they rose several times during the night to comfort Sophia Louise as she woke in a pool of perspiration and embarrassment, full of terrifying memories of that dreadful day. For a while, it had looked very much as if they would have to seek a consultation with a specialist to try and find a way to lay this spectre to rest but, miraculously, escort gaziantep bayan and not without a great deal of patient and expert support from their family doctor, the tide turned and gradually Sophia Louise had been able to return to the normal pattern of wonderful escape that is a child’s sleep-time. Once again, the sighs of relief were clearly audible as the light returned to the little girl.

The case had been listed remarkably quickly in the Juvenile Court and the judge, whilst commenting with mild rebuke on the need for more care on the part of vehicle owners when leaving their property unattended, had dealt very firmly, but compassionately, with the two terrified offenders.

In theory, this should have been the end of the matter and the dark cloud should have disappeared from their lives, but it still cast a shadow over Eleanor and James, much to the bewilderment of the latter. For a long time, Eleanor put a brave face on and said it would all pass over in due course, but James was not convinced. One night, as they had been lying side by side, he had confronted Eleanor with the firmness that became a man of his character, but with the understanding and warmth that were characteristic of a man utterly devoted to the wife he adored unconditionally.

After much skirting about and prolonged attempts to dodge the real issue, Eleanor finally capitulated and confessed that she was racked by guilt and that she could not shake off the thought of what might have happened. James, no stranger to the workings of the mind, probed further and soon it transpired that the infection in this ulcerative lesion in Eleanor’s mind was nothing more or less than guilt, pure and simple. It was at this time that James’ deep understanding of the way in which the mind functions yielded an unlikely solution, one at which Eleanor had initially, and understandably, balked. However, James was confident of his ground and, after many such sessions of pillow talk, Eleanor had ultimately acknowledged that the most feasible method for neutralising this guilt was to provide a remedy, a punishment that would release Eleanor from the bondage in which it held her so ruthlessly.

There had been a long and patient tussle between them before they agreed upon the form which this solution should take but, in the end, Eleanor had heard herself, almost in disbelief, telling this man she adored and respected, that she would submit to his wishes in the matter without demur. James, being a wise man, had allowed a few days for this to sink into Eleanor’s consciousness before asking her for the final time if she was confident that this was what she wanted. He had knelt in front of her on one knee, held her chin and gazed right into her soul as he asked her this question. She had dissolved inside and had thrown her arms round his neck as she sobbed her ” Yes! ” into his hair, as his hand held her so firmly, securely and tenderly across her back.

After breakfast a week or so later, James had collected his briefcase and mobile phone and walked across the hall, into the kitchen. Eleanor had been busy dealing with some dishes and upstairs there had been the sound of busy eight-year old feet running round in dizzy preparation for school. James had put his briefcase and telephone down, taken Eleanor by the hand and sat her on one of the chairs. He had held her hand between his and held her attention with his gaze.

“Eleanor, my love,” he had whispered in a voice that always sent a shiver down her spine, “we are going to send the ghost packing from this house today. I am going to cane you this evening and that will be the end of this entire matter.”

Eleanor had turned quite pale upon hearing those words and had almost staggered to the front door with the one man in the world, apart from her Father, who could hold her entirely in his grip simply by his look and his tone. He had kissed her in a way that told her that she was the only woman in the world for whom he had any interest and that his love for her would never be compromised. She had waved as his car had wended its way down the drive and a small tear had formed in the corner of her eye. Was it fear? Apprehension? Anger? She knew there was an element of all these things present, but there was one ingredient there which she was completely unable to identify or comprehend. “I am going to cane you” he had said. There it was again, that strange sensation that so perplexed her, most of all because it was not a negative sensation at all. What on earth was it?

This thought had been at the back of her mind as she had prepared Sophia Louise for school and then driven her there before setting off around town to attend to various matters. She had called on Michelle and they had enjoyed a short time together, the chat interspersed with brief silences as they recalled how the recent events had now been put behind them. Eleanor had looked at Michelle escort gaziantep bayan ilanları and nodded deceptively. ‘Not quite’, she thought, ‘there is just one more chapter that has to be written’. A sense of apprehension filled her mind, and there was that fluttering sensation again.

James had returned home early, collected Sophia Louise from school and, after she had taken a quick snack, had driven her to the home of her best friend, Polly, where she was to indulge in the newly discovered social delight of young girls – the sleepover!

After she had waved the two most important people in her life off, Eleanor had tidied a few things in the kitchen and had then made her way slowly upstairs to their bedroom. She had taken off her blouse and dropped it casually into the laundry basket. Then followed her loose summer skirt with a delicate print and her silk underskirt. She had stood for a moment, then reached behind to unclip her bra. Finally, she had stepped delicately out of her beautifully tailored lustrous white briefs and looked at herself for a short while in the mirror. Her body was still lightly tanned from a recent holiday, the pale bronze tone outlining the shape of her swimsuit. She did a slow pirouette and lingered for a few seconds to ponder how the soft cream of her firmly muscled bottom would look in an hour’s time, once it was all over. She shuddered and then regained control of her thoughts. Then those butterflies fluttered yet again and that sensation, the meaning of which had eluded her all day, returned.

Eleanor walked over to the adjoining bathroom and stood for a long time under the refreshing stream of hot water in the shower, soaping herself sparingly and massaging her skin slowly and gently. The butterflies would not go away and, try as she may, she could not stem the flow of thoughts cascading through her mind. She heard the car door close behind her and saw Sophia Louise wave and smile from the car as she popped briefly into the boutique to talk to Michelle. She saw the keys dangling temptingly, carelessly, in the ignition. She heard herself talking casually with her friend and slowly losing track of time. Then she heard again the horrifying roar of the engine being raced and the screech of tires as the vehicle sped away in a cloud of smoke. Then she shook uncontrollably as the soundless scream of Sophia Louise came to her again through the rear window of the four-wheel drive.

Eleanor turned the shower off and dried herself with meticulous care, moisturising her skin with the attentiveness that had helped her to retain a complexion that had led to many admiring looks, and a good number of envious stares. When she had finished, she went back into the bathroom and hung her enormous towel over the airer. She returned to the bedroom and walked across to the wardrobe. Slowly, she ran her hand along the hangers until she reached an oyster knee-length silk night dress. She took it out and slipped it carefully over her damp hair. It was an elegant garment, with long side vents that ran up to her hips. She walked over to the dressing table and carefully dried and brushed her hair, the torrent of thoughts still rushing through her mind, focused by now on what was to come rather than what had already been.

Eleanor put her brush down on the dressing table, looked at herself one last time in the mirror, devoid of any make up, but with a fresh loveliness that had delighted many an admirer. She stood and walked over to the bed. Taking a pillow, she sat on the edge of the bed and cradled it, her chin resting on her hand, rocking slowly backwards and forwards.

It was the sound of tyres crunching the gravel outside the house that brought Eleanor back to real time. She winced slightly as the car door closed with a dull, mechanically perfect thud and the alarm reassured James audibly that it was now vigilant. She heard his footsteps moving around to the front of the house and then the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by the distinctive click of the lock. She followed his footsteps in her mind as he went into the kitchen. She heard the kettle being filled and, shortly afterwards, the sound of boiling water being poured into the teapot. The chinaware tinkled expensively as cups and saucers were placed on a tray, then the fridge door opened and the milk jug was filled.

Eleanor could feel her pulse racing as she listened to the sound of James’ footsteps on the stairs and of the tray being put down on the table outside their bedroom door, on the landing. The door opened and she turned round, slightly pale, and managed a wan smile. James looked at her and she felt the butterflies bursting to escape. She melted inside and realised, from an expression blended from passionate love, deep pain and iron resolution, just what this was costing the man she adored. She knew there would be no self-indulgent sadistic gaziantep bayan escort reklamları pleasure. James had never so much as raised a finger to her or Sophia Louise. His look alone had been sufficient to keep her in line on those rare occasions when her own self-discipline had lapsed. She knew that he would struggle to keep his mind focused on what he had to do, but she also knew his expression would betray nothing of this internal battle.

She stood slowly, without a word. There would soon be time enough for a million words. She looked momentarily across to the window and was unconscious of the fact that the rookery had now settled down, almost as if in anticipation of the event that was about to take place. She turned a half circle, looked at James and then placed the pillow at the edge of the bed and leaned slowly across it, stretching her arms forward and taking hold of the duvet in a firm grip. She turned towards the bed head and tears formed in the corner of her eyes, running down her nose and cheek onto the duvet cover.

She heard James walk round the end of the bed and over to his wardrobe. The door slid open and he moved a suit to the side. She could not see with her eyes, but her mind pictured vividly the thin three-foot cane that was now gripped in his right hand. Almost noiselessly, James moved behind her and a transient feeling of coolness breathed across her thighs and bottom as the rear flap of her night dress was folded and laid across her lower back. She felt something being put down to her left and realised that it must be the cane. Paradoxically, she ached to reach across and feel the texture of this device that was, she prayed, to be the key that released her from these weeks of guilt and anguish, but she maintained a steely self-control and her hands remained gripping the duvet.

She listened as James took off his tweed jacket and hung it over the back of a chair, then as his shirt came off. She visualised him standing behind her in his sharply-tailored slacks and thin white T-shirt. To her left, she felt a slight movement as the cane was lifted from the duvet. Eleanor’s body clock suddenly slowed right down and everything seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace.

There were few sounds now and Eleanor had resolved that she would not ask James for any details of her punishment. She had offered him her complete submission to his judgment in this matter, which he had accepted. It was no longer her concern. All she sought now was the courage to be what she longed to be and to prove that which did not, she knew, need to be proven. That she belonged completely and utterly to James.

There is no sensation in life that compares with the tap of cane across flesh that forms the overture to discipline after this fashion. It is an electrifying sensation that tenses all the muscles in the recipient’s body and Eleanor responded in a textbook manner. The subsequent absence of that feeling of the cane on her buttocks turned the intensity up by several degrees and her eyes closed as she anticipated the first stroke of chastisement ever to visit her bottom.

Measured in purely physical terms, the sound effect of rattan as it scythes through the air is brief in the extreme, but when you are the target, this movement runs to several bars. Eleanor froze and clenched her teeth. There was the most fleeting pause between the moment when the first resounding impact echoed across the room and the writhing response of the seared skin and muscle as Eleanor’s bottom shook. Every thought was suddenly blown from her mind and her attention was totally taken up with efforts to contain the almost uncontrollable urge to let everything go as the fire raced through her buttocks and into the neighbouring areas. Her breathing speeded up dramatically and she fought strongly to bring it and her other bodily responses under control. So taken up was she with this effort that the second stroke had fallen before she realised what was happening.

Like a person hanging on for dear life to the edge of a parapet, Eleanor struggled against the doubled pain as the agony of the second stroke combined with the deepening ache from the first. The third stroke, which landed just above the second, pushed her almost over the edge and her immediate environment seemed to be swimming round in an almost drunken whirl of confusion and excruciating pain, yet the only sound to emerge from her lips was an earthy grunt, caused only by the physical contraction that took place as her muscles responded to the impacts.

It was the fourth stroke, which whistled down onto the pale cream strip between the deepening colour of the first weal and the fresh, but darkening, livid tone of the third, that finally pushed Eleanor over that metaphorical edge and she heard herself scream as she felt herself falling. Then, she suddenly realised that she was not falling, but rising. It was not she who had been clinging on to the parapet, but a dead weight that had been dragging her remorselessly down. She felt herself beginning to float.

She saw light re-appearing in her mind as the cascade of tears flooded out over the duvet and flushed out the scourge that had borne her down so cruelly for these past weeks. Slowly, her focus began to return and she realised that, despite the continuing flow of tears and the sobbing emanating from deep within her, she was free.

Continuing thanks to Mrsgnomie, the one keeping me on track, with my writing and my life. Without her, I’d be lost. Shout out to dnsontn; a friend and avid supporter.

I hope y’all stay with me for the duration of the story, it won’t always be random sex and sweaty orgasms. I wish it could be, but my life doesn’t always work out the way I want it to.

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So here I am, driving from Scottsbluff, Nebraska to Cheyenne. I’m tired, I’m pissed, and I’m on the edge. My Scottsbluff store had an inventory today, and what should have been a 6-hour piece of cake was instead a 12-hour ordeal The inventory company didn’t have enough people, and half the ones there apparently got high before showing up.

Ah well, it is what it is. This seems to be my continuing mantra as one-day rolls into the next. It is what it is.

The drive is nice, nothing but a 100-mile straight shot. It’s dark, the weather is good and I have Journey “Open Arms” coming loud through the car speakers. Just a clue, I have a playlist of power ballads and tear-jerker oldies for drives like this. Yes, I’m a freak but I like to delve into the depths of the sorrow of my non-existent love life when I drive.

As I’m driving, I review my life choices up to this point; I’m a 58-year-old bisexual man who left his wife of 38 years because he tired of being the cause of everything wrong in her life, a man no longer satisfied living in a state of mere existence. I pulled up stakes, drove away, left everything to her, and started fresh. It was a dick move, most definitely. But I think it was a necessary move? To my mind, it prevented my early, self-induced, death.

This knowledge does little to bolster my confidence as I review my life since leaving the old one behind. Driving on a lonely highway, sad songs blasting on my speakers and systematically analyzing the clusterfuck of my new life, and honestly, I find I’m unimpressed with my choices thus far:

I get wrapped up in a cuckold threesome with a young couple against my better judgment, and got exactly what I had expected; great sex and a deep loathing for the two of them. Then, I drop to my knees and suck the cum out of my bartender like I’m some desperate slut. Granted, Paul did have one of the most attractive cocks I’ve seen in person, but still…

Finally, I start fucking my realtor, for no other reason than she’s cute, horny as fuck, and likes bathing in my cum. I have nothing to show for these dalliances other than a deepening realization that I am utterly unsatisfied and fairly disgusted with myself.

On the bright side, I did make a good friend in Shawna, though we have missed a few coffee dates over the past few weeks. I suspect that my encouragement for her and her son Jack to intensify their relationship has borne fruit. She hasn’t said anything to me about it, but she has seemed distracted when we do have time together and strangely silent on the subject of him though it used to be the bulk of her topics of conversation. I’m happy for her, for them, but it saddens me that she seems to need me less and less, as a companion and confidant.

The other brightness in my life is my online friend, Sarah (yes, my best relationship is a virtual one). She lives a thousand miles away and we’ve only chatted online. I’ve never seen more than an obscured picture of her face, but that’s irrelevant, it is her friendship that is valuable to me. She is the only person I’ve talked to with which I feel connected.

My life review makes it evident to me that I am pretty pathetic. I know it, and I can live with it because; I’m not ugly, I’m not stupid, I have a cute dick (that works just fine thank you very much), and my hairy body screams “Daddy Love!”, so fuck you, I’m all that and a bag of chips.

Anyway… I’m thinking about my fucked-up approach to my new life and why in the world I would fall into sexual relationships with people I have no connection to when all I’ve wanted in my new life is peace, quiet, and maybe someone I would feel happy to sit with for an extended period.

As I drive, I realize that I can’t see the road clearly, thinking it must be me being tired, I slip my fingers under my glasses to rub my eyes, only to find them wet.

Well, fuck me. Here I am, the pathetic old man I think myself to be, crying over his fucked-up life in the middle of fucking nowhere. I take a deep breath, tell myself to quit being such a fucktard, and spy an exit coming up. I ease over to the right lane and take the Burns Wyoming exit. Pulling over to the shoulder at the bottom of the exit ramp, I take a few deep breaths and think about what is going on in my head.

I realize that Sarah, my online BFF, was right. I need to stop chasing the easy orgasm and enjoy my life the way it is. She tells me that love will follow. I hope one day I’ll get to meet her in person and we’ll regale each other with the stories of our lives. Do I wish we could sext and send dirty pics? Of course, I’m a guy and a pig. But I don’t really want that, not now. She is precious to me as she is. Removed, wise, beautiful.

What escort gaziantep bayan ilanları I do realize is; that I need to keep my shit in my pants. Maybe I’ll introduce Joanne to Paul, he and his girl have been on the outs lately, and he does produce a lot of cum… yeah, now I’m getting hard. LOL.

Fuck it. I put the car in drive, swipe my sleeve across my eyes, and make my way home.

I walk into the tavern and wave at Paul. As always, he puts a glass of Maker’s at my spot and starts the pull on a Newcastle. I sit down, he sets it down, and turns back to his work. Strange that he isn’t his usual self and I suspect it has something to do with the girlfriend issues Shawna mentioned a few times.

“What’s up?” I ask him. He looks at me and sighs.

“Nothing, just… well, Rachel left a week ago to spend some time with her mom. She called today and said she was ‘extending’ her stay.”

“Dude. I’m sorry to hear that. Did she say why?”

He fiddled about a little, sighed again… “You know we’ve had some issues. She isn’t happy that I’m here all the time, doesn’t think I give her enough attention. But I have to be here. This is my business, it’s what pays the bills, you’d think she’d be a little more understanding.”

“Be careful going down that road, Paul. She is entitled to her feelings. You may not agree, or understand, but it’s how she feels, you gotta respect that.”

He stepped over, leaned his elbows on the bar beside me, and leaned in a bit like he didn’t want others to hear him. “She’s seeing someone else.” I looked up at him and he frowned and nodded.

“We haven’t made love for a couple of weeks. She’s always ‘sleeping’ when I get home and she quit complaining that we don’t do it as often as we used to. She always bitched about that, now it’s like she doesn’t even care. I haven’t had sex with anyone since, well, since the bathroom.” I looked at him and he blushed.

“I saw a text message on her phone a few days ago, and it was pretty intimate. Now she went to her mom’s and says she doesn’t know when she’s coming back, and every time I call over there, she’s either ‘in the shower’ or ‘at the store’. I’m not even sure if she went to her mom’s, and if she didn’t, her mom is covering for her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Whatch’ya think you’re going to do?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. Part of me wants her to come back, but part of me is relieved. It hasn’t been all that great the past few months and I’ve been thinking we should take a break. I’m not sure if it’s worth continuing. Part of me wants to see what’s out there, but part of me is clinging to what I know.”

“If it’s any consolation, you would have no problem meeting someone if that’s what you choose to do. You are young, have a successful business, you’re fit, and cute as fuck. If I were in the market for a straight man, I’d be all over you.”

He laughed and blushed, turned back to his work and I sipped my drink. I felt my phone vibrate and saw a text from Joanne; Paperwork is finally ready! We need to meet up to sign everything so I can send them off to the underwriters.

Smiling and suddenly feeling much better about things. I texted her back. Awesome! We can meet tomorrow evening if you’re able.

Sure thing. We can get everything signed and maybe celebrate a little, we’re almost there!

I thought about this whole process. It is more difficult to get a mortgage when you’re a newly divorced man with little to no financial documentation that isn’t intertwined with your ex-wife’s finances. It’s taken weeks to get things together sufficiently for the mortgage company to finalize everything to their satisfaction, and now we were just steps away from finishing. It’ll be nice to finally get the keys to my ‘ranch’ and settle into the life I longed for. I finished my drink, told Paul good night, and went to my apartment.

The next day I exchanged a few emails with Joanne, she told me she had the papers ready and would be able to meet after 7, I suggested we meet at the tavern so we could raise a glass after getting it all signed and she agreed. I smiled to myself as I was driving back from Laramie, thinking about my new place, and wondering if Paul would be interested in getting to know Joanne?

I was pretty sure she would want to celebrate with something more than a glass of wine, and I didn’t think I had it in my heart to give her what she wanted or deny her. My only option was to hopefully fix her up with a larger, more potent source for her preferred body lotion.

Joanne came in a few minutes after 7. I waved her over to the table and Paul came over with a glass of wine. I introduced the two of them and we made small talk for a few minutes before Paul got back behind his bar to tend to the few other patrons hanging out.

Joanne and I went over the paperwork, signing in all the right places. She explained that it would take them a week or two to get the final documents ready and that I would have to go to the title company to eskort gaziantep bayan sign and have everything notarized. Papers done and tucked away we sat and chatted and enjoyed our drinks. She was dropping hints about having nothing to do for the rest of the evening. I carefully avoided latching onto those not-so-subtle hints. I figured being obtuse was my best bet at this point. There was no reason to reject her, hurting her feelings, if she didn’t make an actual offer.

At one point I excused myself and went to the men’s room. On my way back I stopped by the bar to talk to Paul, asking him what he thought about Joanne. “She’s cute and she seems nice, but I’m not really thinking about getting involved yet.”

“I get it. I wouldn’t expect you to, but… if you thought that maybe you wanted to let your hair down for a night, I think you two might find you have some things in common. Tell you what, I’m getting ready to hit the road, but she tells me she has nowhere to be tonight so why don’t I buy her another glass and you can bring it over and say hello and keep her company for a little bit?”

I got back to the table and told Joanne that I was heading out since I had an early day tomorrow. She looked a little disheartened but I told her that I ordered her another glass of wine, “There’s no reason you have to leave. You should stay a bit and relax. Paul is a really nice guy and he’ll keep you entertained for a while.” I gave her a hug and a kiss and told her goodnight. Nodded to Paul on my way out and walked back to the dingy little apartment that soon would be but just a memory.

Time for me usually passes pretty quickly since my daily life is non-stop, go, go, go. However, these past two weeks were an excruciating exception. Never have I ever felt time drag so slowly. The anticipation of getting the keys to my kingdom put the last two weeks into some sort of temporal anomaly. Every glance at my watch caused me to think it was broken as time seemed at a standstill.

Finally, Monday afternoon, two weeks and three days after Joanne submitted my final application materials, the Title Company called and said the documents were ready for signature and notarization. The relief I felt was palpable, but with it came a feeling of loss. I know the distance to my new place wasn’t really that far, but I knew it would result in removing myself from the daily things I’ve come to enjoy.

It didn’t seem reasonable that I would visit the tavern 2-3 times a week like I have been doing, I could see making the trip once a month or so, but not more often than that. Paul and I had just begun acting like friends rather than acquaintances and I knew I would miss that. Joanne has already become a distant thought. I liked her, but other than getting my house we had nothing keeping us in touch with each other. Truthfully, a few nasty fucks didn’t seem like that compelling of a reason.

The painful relationship was between Shawna, Jack, and me. I liked them a lot and I would hate to see that relationship falter. However, they seem content within themselves and I understand that completely. I’m sure we will maintain a solid friendship but the weekly coffee dates didn’t seem as important to our mental/emotional health as they once did. Overall, I think I resigned myself to the idea that I would get what I came to Wyoming to find; peace, solitude, and little interaction with people which I didn’t seek out myself.

Wednesday came and I sidled up into the Title Company office (yeah, I like saying ‘I sidled up into’… makes me feel more ‘western’.) I signed the papers, took my keys, and walked out, feeling pretty fucking good. I sent Joanne a text and told her I had my keys and was heading out to see the place after I checked my work emails for an hour or so. She had already done the footwork for me regarding the various utility companies so I had nothing but to show up and then move my few possessions to the house. I felt a little like a Kardashian, just walking in and having all the details already handled for me.

As I drove up the couple hundred-yard driveway to my new home, I saw Joanne’s car in the front, alongside a Chevy Colorado pick up which I did not recognize. As I rolled up, I saw Joanna step off the front steps, and surprisingly, Paul stepped out behind her. Chuckling to myself I stepped out of my car and held up my keys. “Hey! I’m a ranch owner!”

Joanne rushed over to me and gave me a big hug, she smelled great like usual and her low-cut blouse barely contained her voluminous breasts. “What are you doing here?”

She grabbed my face and pulled me down into a very sloppy kiss. “I couldn’t just let you step into your new home by your lonesome! I’m your realtor, I’m obligated to make sure you are all set in your new digs.” She laughed and stepped back and Paul approached me, his hand out.

I took his hand and gave it a firm shake. “Hello, to you. What are you doing here?”

He had the decency to look a little abashed. “Joanne told me you were getting your keys and escort gaziantep bayan that she wanted to be here to welcome you home, so… I thought I’d come along and bring you your first housewarming gift.” He opened the door of his truck and pulled out a bottle of Maker’s Mark and a six-pack of Newcastle Nut Brown Ale. “Let’s go inside and christen your home.” He looked at Joanne who pulled another bag out of his truck and they looked to the porch. Getting the hint, I walked up the steps, put the key in the lock, and opened my front door for the first time.

We stepped inside and I immediately slipped off my shoes and walked into the front room. Paul and Joanne stopped inside the door and she slipped off her pumps and helped Paul pull off his boots. They turned the corner and Joanne pulled some rock glasses out of the little bag she had. Paul opened the bourbon and poured three good measures. Handing each of us a glass, he popped the top off three of the Newcastle’s.

Turning to me he raised his glass; “Home is a word that symbolizes love, trust, progress, memories, and relationships. I hope you are blessed with all of these and more.”

He smiled and took a big sip of his bourbon, Joanne followed suit and nearly died choking on the bourbon. Laughing I took the glass from her hand and simultaneously downed my glass in one hefty swallow. I set Joanne’s glass on the counter as she got herself under control, “Damn, I was hoping I was going to be choking on something today, I just didn’t think it would be bourbon.”

I was speechless, I stared at her, eyes wide, a blush creeping up my face. I quick glance at Paul revealed the same reaction. Joanne looked at us and grinned. “What? You didn’t think I was going to christen your home with a drink, did you?”

I looked down, eyes shifting to Paul. Joanne harumphed “Jesus criminey. Both of you have done me, what’s the big deal? You afraid of seeing each other naked?”

Paul shifted his weight and shrugged, I just stared at her.

“Fine. I want dick. I came here to get dick. One, or both, of you, can give it to me, or I’ll just head back to town and find someone else.” She stood there, hands on her ample hips, breasts heaving a bit, starting holes in both of us.

I turned to Paul, glancing down at his crotch, yep, he was filling out his pants already, “I wouldn’t mind if you felt like helping her out.” I blushed a little, “if you wanted some privacy, I could walk the property.” Joanne frowned at me, “or, I could relax here and have a drink while you two did whatever….”

Joanne grinned again, pulled on the front of her blouse, and worked her big tits free. Stepping in front of Paul she knelt in front of him and reached for his zipper. He put his hand out to stop her, looked at her face, and dropped his hands to his side. She smiled, looked at me, and said “Get yourself a drink and relax. I’m going to take care of some business.”

I took a drink of ale and poured two glasses of Maker’s. Handing one to Paul I grinned “Here’s to cuming home”, He chuckled and looked down to watch Joanne lower her mouth onto his throbbing, mocha-colored, cock. I’d like to say I was evolved enough to step away, but I’m not. I watched her lick and suck his beautiful cock. Her exposed tits bounced and swayed as she bobbed her head on him. The sounds she was making as she forced her face down his magnificent piece of meat were otherworldly.

After a few minutes, she was an absolute mess, her spit running down her chin and coating her flopping tits as she gagged herself on him repeatedly, which did nothing to assuage the erection in my pants. After a few minutes of her moaning, gagging, and groaning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my hard cock out and started stroking it. Pointing it at her face. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, pushed down on him till her nose was buried in his dark pubic hair, and stayed there. Her hands gripping his tight ass in a death grip, and her body started shaking and a keening sound came muffled from her cock filled throat.

The realization that she was coming while gagging herself on Paul’s cock was too much. I shot my load straight at her, ropes of my hot cum hitting her on the side of her face and on her flushed tits. When Paul grunted “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Joanne pulled off him just in time for his copious white load to blast her right in the face. She leaned back on her feet, body shaking and directing the rest of his shooting load to land on her tits.

He and I stood there staring at the cummy mess that is my realtor. She reached over, took my cockhead in her mouth, and sucked the last bit of cum out of it. Then did the same to Paul’s beautiful cock. “That is what I call a housewarming present.” She looked up at me and smiled as she rubbed our cum into the tops of her tits. “Welcome home JP, welcome home.”

We helped her up and she looked at Paul, “Well, I intend on getting royally fucked as soon as possible. It can either happen here, or you can follow me home.” She turned to me, reached up, and gave me a soul kiss, I could taste Paul’s cock on her tongue. “If you want, you can call me anytime, and thank you for arranging for me to meet Paul.” She patted her pockets, pulled out her keys, and walked to the door. Turning to smile and me she gave me a little wave and walked out to her car. I just then realized that she still had her cum and spit-covered tits still hanging out of her blouse, but she ignored them and got in her car.

Lucinda paused for only a moment before she raised the heavy door knocker and brought it down in two hard taps on the striking plate. The small gatehouse cottage at the end of the drive was her father-in law’s retreat, Derek’s home now that he was a widower. The decision had been reached that he should live close to her and Mark.

The Chalmers family had always been close knit and after his early retirement Derek had shown an aptitude for gardening and an encyclopaedic knowledge of plants and their names. He humoured anyone who asked a question of him, such as the Latin name for a favoured shrub or flowering annual. He invariably got the answer right and his knowledge went so far as to be asked for advice. Derek was willing to give it freely and in good humour.

It all helped to pass the time and to bring him into contact with many people that he now looked upon as friends. Rumours had even reached her that Derek was known to favour women somewhat younger than he was and who sought his advice and discreet attendance upon them.

That gossip did not surprise her in the least for he was a good-looking man, possessed a vitality that even a recent debilitating illness, that she and Mark feared was cancer, had not lessened. He was suave and sophisticated and carried little or no surplus weight. He was always dressed impeccably, ‘quite the gentleman’ many were overheard to say.

None of that lessened his approachability; nor did it deter her from calling on him and asking a favour. In truth, she wanted his company and would love it if he would work in the garden with her and perhaps share in a lunch. They lived within hailing distance, but Derek had resolutely kept to himself, to his gardening tasks and his nameless companions.

The children were away at school, or else at some holiday adventure camp and she had hoped that she and Mark would make the most of their times together. That they would enjoy their privacy and also live out their lives together to the full. Her hopes had not been fulfilled.

‘Lucy!’ she heard him call out and turned sharply to see where the call had come from. ‘I thought I heard the door knocker…two loud thumps to raise the dead!’

She laughed somewhat nervously in reply. ‘I thought to do that so that you would hear…’

‘Well I have heard you and I’m pleased to see you. Excuse my dressed down ways of it, but I’m doing a spot of tidying up in the garden.’

She met the look of a still ruggedly handsome man in his sixties, his greying hair swept away from his forehead and the greyness of his stubble beard lending him a rugged distinction. Derek’s cut down chinos were now a pair of gardening shorts, the hems rough and the fabric’s paleness stark against his tanned legs. A short-sleeved denim shirt, open at the neck, lent him a studiously dishevelled appearance.

Lucinda quelled a shiver of interest in the man. She understood how some women would take to him. The clever, well-dressed man, wealthy too, had a Bohemian, wilder, side to his nature and one that Mark had told her his mother had sometimes failed to curb, let alone rein in.

‘I’ve…I’ve come to ask a favour…wondered if you could help me with some shrubs that just need some cutting back and tidying up? It shouldn’t take long,’ she smiled.

‘There’s lunch in it for you if you agree…’

‘And if I don’t…agree…do I still get lunch?’ he asked on a teasing smile. ‘You’re dressed for sunbathing…not gardening.’

‘What…oh yes, I see.’

Lucinda had looked down at her patterned shift dress with its billowing sleeves and V-neck; at her gladiator sandals that flattered her no longer slender, but toned, legs. Her sandy brown hair was ruffled by a warm breeze that set the leaves of the trees along the lane rustling.

‘I’m only joshing. You look lovely. Mary and I always thought that Mark had married well…’

Lucinda laughed in disbelief at this turn in the conversation. ‘Help…in the garden?’

‘Lunch and the garden?’

Derek was his charming self once more. ‘What is Mark so busy with that you have to ask me for help? Come into the garden while I clear things away and lock up. I’ll then walk down with you….’

‘So you’ll…?’

‘Yes, I’ll help you. I prefer that to working at these chores on my own…’

Derek pulled shut the gate once she had passed through and into the garden, her shoes clacking softly on the riven slabs of escort gaziantep evi olan bayan the path that marked the boundary of his lawn and flower beds that were a profusion of wild flowers and a draw for butterflies and insects. He wasn’t bothered that she said nothing but watched him at work.

He found her to be a good-looking woman, the possessor of a brilliant smile, a full figure that filled her dress nicely. Lucinda was an accomplished hostess and possessor of a vibrant personality that helped her to make friends easily.

But now, he saw a woman drawn in on herself and she gave him a weak enigmatic smile that gave no insight of what was at work in her. Derek chose to bide his time and proceeded in clearing things away. The gatehouse was locked up and he fell into step beside her as they walked down the short length of gravelled driveway.

‘You’ve made a start I see,’ he smiled as they drew near to the main house.

‘The easier tasks,’ Lucinda observed. She felt elfin beside Derek’s towering figure as they stood before the flower beds set to each side of a small portico that was such a feature of the stone property that she was so fond of.

‘And I don’t see anything here that you need my help with…’

‘No there isn’t,’ she replied curtly on moving away from his side and bending down to gather up the tools that she had been using, along with a small basket that contained such clippings as Lucinda had gathered up.

‘I’ll help you…’

‘Not with this…’

Derek gazed at the young woman delighting in what he saw. He noted how her thighs were faintly outlined through the fabric of her dress, in the sunlight; the sharp cut of her panties, the curve and sway of her hips as she moved, also the press of her breasts against the bodice of her dress.

Lucinda met his look upon her and straightened up.

‘Tell me what’s up. Are you and Mark going through a bad spell?’ Derek asked sternly, staring her down as she met his continuing, appraising and admiring gaze upon her. ‘Tell me to mind my own business, Lucy, but do say something!’

Remaining silent, Lucinda carried the basket with its assorted items and walked over the gravel to the sturdy boarded, ledged and braced, door set in the high garden wall. It lent the garden, beyond, the seclusion that was sought after.

‘Talk to me!’ Derek growled, keeping her from reaching for the latch. ‘Is Mark neglecting you…has someone else come between the two of you?’

‘Let me go…’ she answered, on quivering lips, as Derek gripped her bare forearm.

‘In a moment…’

‘No, do it now…please?’

Derek relented in his questioning and followed her to the terrace. They passed through the metal arch that supported a Clematis, in flower, that had been set in a gap of the neatly clipped hedge that surrounded it. He soon took in the teak garden furniture and a table set at the centre of this secluded space. A colourful parasol snapped and flapped in the breeze. Matching seat cushions completed the scene.

Lucinda dropped what she was carrying onto a chair and turned to him. ‘I just don’t know what has brought me to this and with Mark. He doesn’t tell me…just waves away my questions when I try to talk to him.’

‘Then I will…’

‘No! He will speak it out in the end. Right now, I just know that he doesn’t want me like he used to…that he may even be..’

Derek was dismayed to hear the hesitancy in her voice, the concern in her eyes for what she might yet have to admit to. ‘You think he’s taken to someone else….that he may be gay?’

‘I’ve begun to wonder…was worried about the effect on you of telling you this.’

Lucinda drew closer to him. ‘I…I came to you asking for help with something quite different and with what I saw in your eyes when you looked at me just now…different from how it is with Mark.’

‘He’s a fool….whichever way the wind blows, now, or has done.’

‘Perhaps, but it doesn’t change anything…’

Derek heard her voice softly trail away. She saw the set of his mouth change and Derek’s eyes grow still as he reached out to brush his fingers over her face.

‘You’re lonely, is that what you’re saying?’

‘Yes, that’s what I’m saying and feeling. I can admit that to you…’ She did nothing to resist him as Derek cupped her face and bent to kiss her gently. escort gaziantep fetiş bayan ‘I needed that…forgive me for making it so obvious.’

‘I care nothing for that.’ His fingers moved and found the fastening of her dress as they held each other’s gaze. ‘Take it off,’ he murmured, his eyes never leaving her.

‘Here…out here?’

‘Yes…right where we both are.’

Derek watched her move as he stripped off his shirt; unashamedly proceeded to unfasten his belt, saw the tremble in her hands as Lucinda lifted the dress over her body as if in a trance, her eyes now darting over his tanned skin, the covering of white hair on his chest and belly, the noticeable swell in his pants.

‘Is this what you need?’ he asked harshly as he took one of her hands and pressed it to his prick. Holding her gaze on him he unhooked her bra than pulled the traps down over Lucinda’s shoulders. He soon gazed at the tumble of her softly domed breasts, the nipples already inviting his attention.

‘You wonder!’ was all she could say before he kissed her into silence.

‘Forgive me…I wanted to be loved…knew that it had to be with you!’

‘Be still on that now….’

Lucinda squirmed under his caresses and fumbled in her efforts to release him from his briefs. She felt weak on looking down at his blood gorged length; saw the tremble in it and touched the smooth and rounded tip. ‘Go slow Derek…go slow…please?’

‘For now…’

His touch inflamed the senses, the sight of him brought concern, and what they would succumb to made her gasp and aroused a flush of wetness where she ached for him to be.

‘Derek!’ she gasped.

His hands were under her armpits, and she was lifted up to him as he kissed her, moved his mouth to the swell of her breasts. She embraced him and he lifted her so that she was obliged to wrap her legs around his waist.

Then…then it began.

‘Derek…like this?’ She was in thrall to him and looked down to where his penis pressed against her belly and she touched it; moved away, enough, to feel it press at her opening, to begin the parting of her lips and to enter her body, to penetrate and to rise within her in slow probing thrusts that became deeper. She gasped with every movement that he made and clung to him as his slow movements enthralled and claimed her. She felt like a doll in his strong embrace, yet she rose and settled on him, clamped her hands and arms to his neck and gloried in what he brought to her and his ways of it.

Derek carried her to a long bench and tore the cushions from it, then another; kicked them flat on the slabbed terrace and knelt onto them. Lucinda clamped his body fiercely with her arms and legs before he leant forward and she had to ease her hold on him, then felt his penis slowly ease from her body.

‘Lie back…we love here,’ Derek ordered.

She felt as if something of herself had been taken as he withdrew from her, for only an instant. He met her stare as her legs were pushed up and apart, further, before he bent to claim her with his flickering probing tongue and sucking lips.

‘In me…come into me!’ she yelled and bucked her hips to meet his claims as Derek’s mouth and fingers worked on her.

He knelt between her legs and stared at her, reached out to clamp her breasts in his large hands and kissed them, then stifled her cries of pain and abject pleasure before he moved; thrust into her in one long movement that had her cry out his name.

‘Oh…oh Derek! Oh God!’ she shuddered in her climax, failed to keep her body from shaking as he claimed her. Derek did not stop in his rhythmic movements, she bucking her hips and pushing on the seat covers to meet him. ‘You wonder…you wonder! You’ve found me so quickly!’

Derek was between her legs, was in her body and pounding her with a passionate ferocity that she could not control. She felt his hands on her hips as he continued to slam into her, the wild kisses that she offered passing unnoticed, it seemed. He was lost in her body and what they sought of each other; a feral rut that broke all the rules for its intensity and spontaneity.

‘Forgive me for wanting you…without any warning,’ he smiled for an instant and she nodded quickly. ‘I should know better than to trespass…’

‘You’re not, the way things are now for me! Please…go on…don’t stop!’ she bayan escort gaziantep demanded as he would pull back and almost bring his swollen prick out of her body before plunging in and pull her to him.

‘Derek…I…I can’t hold back!’

With each movement Lucinda moaned and she shuddered, felt the rush of another orgasm and summoned all of her remaining energy to meet his claims upon her. She clamped and tugged on him and heard his sharper intakes of breath as they sought each other and a shred pleasure.

‘Good…yes…good…do that!’

His gasps became a roar and rush of breath. Derek’s hands tightened on her breasts as they thrashed on the mats to meet each other’s claims. His body seemed to fall upon her. It crushed her gasping breaths from her aching body as she climaxed, and she felt the tingling spurting rushes of release issue from him.

‘Another…and another!’ she yelped; her body wracked by climaxes that she was unable to control. ‘What have you done for me…and so soon?’

Her lover of the moment was spent, or so it seemed. Derek slowly withdrew from her. Lucinda shivered and soon saw the glistening moisture on his skin and touched it; smoothed the length of flesh that had claimed her and squeezed gently on his sac.

Derek moved so that she sat on his hips. Lucinda bent down and swept her aching breasts over his skin. His lips had tugged on her nipples, his hands clamped on them until she had snorted in pain and pleasure from all that he did with her.

‘My wild one,’ she kissed, ‘my secret lover who’s…who has shown me what he wants from me.’

‘My lost one,’ he kissed back, lifting his head to nibble kisses to her nipples. Derek had her move so that he could take her again.

‘Can you, so soon?’ she grinned.

It had felt as if he had expelled all of his longing into her and so deep in his unconfined passion to know her. She held the glistening tip of his penis at her opening and slowly settled upon him, tugged and eased but could not restrain him as he rose from the mat to meet her. She slammed back and an unrelenting rhythm was soon pursued once more.

‘You bring me on… now don’t stop, Lucy…don’t!’

Derek started moving his hips faster and she slammed down on him, her breasts swaying and her breaths quickening as their rhythmic taking of each other increased in tempo.

‘You wonder!’ she shrieked; her hands gripping the skin of his chest as another orgasm claimed her. She bucked her hips and tugged on him; met his snorted kisses. She convulsed as Derek gripped her hips as she was forced down onto him.

‘Yes…oh yes…how you find me right there!’

‘Lucy…Lucy, you wonder!’

‘Go on…go on…fill me!’ To her surprise and wondering pleasure he climaxed. Derek pulled out of her, and she felt the warming rushes expelled onto her belly and onto her breasts. Lucinda bent over him and kissed Derek’s lips; gazed fondly into his eyes. ‘You know what to do, don’t you?’

‘Uh huh…but I never thought to do this with you.’

‘Until this morning…when I came to your house,’ she teased and on moving off him.

She watched Derek stand up; marvelled anew on the strength and vitality in the man before her. She shivered on seeing what he had brought to her and looked at the, now, flaccid length of flesh. She reached out to him. ‘Be a comfort to me in the coming days…please?’

Lucinda watched him gather up his clothes and get dressed. She took from him her dress and no more. ‘What do you know of Mark that I don’t?’

She heard again the sterner tone of voice and waited on giving her reply to that until she had slipped on her dress and covered her nakedness. She felt overcome by a pleasing languor that their lovemaking had bestowed upon her.

‘He rarely makes love to me. I have to ask it of him…to take the lead in that. He is not like you; I know that only too well now.’ She said it on drawing closer to him and gripping Derek’s arm. ‘Damn…not now!’

They had heard her iPhone trill. It lay on the table shaded by the parasol and close to where they had frolicked.

‘You’d better answer it…or at least see who is calling. I’ll get us a drink from the fridge. Gardening is thirsty work…wouldn’t you say?’

She laughed before looking at the screen, a frown soon creasing her pretty face. Lucinda saw again Derek’s appraising glance upon her as she raised a hand to brush away her hair, an uneasy feeling taking a hold. She knew what Mark would want to say on a matter that would affect them all. ‘It’s Mark…and I now know what to expect with that look of yours on me. I’ll be needing that in the next few days and weeks, Derek. I know that already.’

‘It will have to be our secret…and you know, now, that a helping hand is always near,’ he assured her on a captivating smile.

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Mrs. Meher Mulla (Meher) is the wife of a senior colleague of my father’s. I think she is a year or two younger than my mother. I had known her since I was a child. We used to meet once or twice a year at various office parties and events. She seemed to grow larger, each time we met.

She was an extremely jolly woman. Thick glasses, sleeveless blouses and elegant figure hugging chiffon sarees were her usual attire. The sarees were wrapped around a generously built and corpulent figure. A BBW, if ever there was one. She must have been 45 to 50 years old then.

On this particular winter day, the office picnic was to take place in a forested area near Dimna Lake in Jamshedpur.

I had passed out of school and was studying in the second year of college. As was fairly typical in India, although interested in matters sexual, I had little practical experience. I had seen members of my family in various states of undress and the bold pictures of some Bollywood starlets.

Anyway, at the start of this fateful picnic, all of us climbed on to a chartered bus. It just happened that I was behind Meher and as she climbed the steps carefully, I had a view of her huge buttocks at a distance of a mere two feet. It was as if two large water-melons had been confined in her clothes. Her clothes were so thin that I could see the lines of her panties. She looked back and I was caught staring! I turned several shades of red and immediately looked away.

People were asked not to sit with their family members and since I was right behind Meher, I ended up sharing a seat with her. She asked me to sit beside the window so I could get the view and she sat herself down in the aisle seat. The arm rest ensured that her large bottom and thunder thighs were in close contact with my own.

She did not shy away from the touch, neither did I. She asked about me and my studies and future plans. Our conversation was punctuated by her many touches to my arm and she occasionally put her hand on my thigh to straighten herself in her seat. She did not seem to mind that her palm was often inches from my cock. One end of her saree had slipped and a large boob was on view. A black bra encased her boobs and the deep cleavage made me think about the wonders that may lie underneath her blouse. She could see that I was having a hard time looking away but she did not cover herself.

I had an erection from all this stimulus and was hoping that she would not see it. But she did look down and there was a moment of silence.

With a twinkle in the eye, she remarked that I probably had lots of girl-friends. She seemed very surprised when I said that I did not and had never had one.

There was much singing and joking during the bus ride and we finally reached the escort gaziantep bayan tanıtımları Lake.

A couple of hours passed by in eating, drinking and making merry. We played lots of the typical games that are played at these events. Post-lunch, everyone lay down on strategically laid out string cots under the shade of various trees.

I was taking a nap when I was shaken awake.

It was Meher. ‘Come with me’, she whispered. She led me towards a forested area. When we were out of earshot, she said, ‘I have wanted to pee since we were on the bus and I hate the toilets here. They are dirty and they stink. Would you please help me?’. I did not know how I could assist her but I went along meekly. ‘I just needed someone to come along, since I find going into the forest alone a little scary’, she offered. There were plenty of women there, why did she pick me?, I wondered.

We walked deeper into the trees until we were out of sight of everyone and we came to a clearing and some rocks. Behind the rocks was a little hut, which seemed abandoned. Meher climbed one of the sloping rocks and said, ‘ I will go first. You look out behind me and I will look out behind you. Let me know if you see anyone coming.’ Surely, she must have known that standing as I was directly in front of her and with her being up on the rock, I would have the perfect eye level view of whatever she did. The anticipation of what was to happen made the blood rush to my cock and it started lengthening down my pants.

Grasping her clothes at the top, she started raising her sari and under skirt very very slowly. Her feet and ankles came into view, followed by her shins and then her rounded, dimpled knees. Her skin was very fair and pink and it was obvious that she took good care of herself. There was no hair and the skin was glowing. She probably applied body lotion to herself every day.

I could not believe what was going on. A full grown woman was showing her body to me in broad daylight!

‘You are staring’, she said softly. I did not have the power to look away. Her clothes rose some more and her huge thighs were on view. ‘You have never seen a naked woman before, right’?, she asked. I nodded my head mutely in agreement.

Her lacy, black, almost transparent panties.were now visible. She squatted very carefully and the thick lips of her large vagina were clearly outlined under the nylon gusset of her underwear. The gusset was stretched to capacity.

She pulled the gusset aside, looking at me, knowing fully well that I was looking at her. She revealed her most private of private parts.

Today, I am experienced in these matters, but when I think back to that day, I realize that the way I saw her cunt that day remains one of the most amazing sexual sights that I have ever seen.

Completely clean shaven and monstrously large. Her mons was like a puffed up hill. Her twat was thick-lipped and looked as if oil had been applied to it. With the fingers of both her hands she pulled her prominent labia wide open, revealing plump, dark inner lips, a clit that stuck out like a little pebble and below all this, her hole. The whole cunt was deep, moist and red. It contrasted with the black of her panties.

‘Here escort gaziantep bayan telefonları it comes,’ she said and let loose her pee. A few small dribbles were followed by a steady stream of pale yellow fluid which made a whistling sound as it emanated from between her chunky thighs. What a scene! A small waterfall foamed from her cunt over the rock and onto the ground below, near my feet. She must have been holding back for a long time indeed. The urine continued to gush and arc from her vagina for several more seconds and a few dribbles later, the flow stopped. All through this performance, she kept looking at my face. Finally, she put a finger on her clit and strummed it, grunting a few times. She had a glazed look on her face. Without pulling the gusset back into place, she stood up. She pressed her clothes to her pelvis in a wiping motion and came down from the rock.

‘I am sure you need a leak just as badly as I did’, she said. Why don’t you go ahead and do it now. I was under a spell, speechless and tongue-tied. She boldly unzipped my fly, undid my button and opened my trousers. I wanted her to do whatever she wished to. I was her slave in that moment. She lowered my briefs and my cock sprang out, harder and more erect than it had ever been. ‘Go ahead, pee. I will hold your cock for you, Would you like that?’, she said. My cock was encased in the soft grip of her palm.

I tried and tried but could not get myself to pee even a drop. ‘You have a problem. We must do something about this erection’, she said. She started frigging me slowly. A few sharp tugs is all took for me to let loose with a torrent of come. My cock spat out thick gobs of semen for the next several seconds and quite a lot of it fell into her hand, since she held her other hand in front. My knees were weak and my erection subsided somewhat but I still had a good boner. She licked my come off her fat fingers and smiled, suggestively licking her lips.

Looking around, her eyes came to a halt on the old wooden hut. She started walking towards it. I raised my clothes and followed her swaying bottom.

In the hut was one of the stringed cots covered with a mattress. She sat down on it and lowered her sari front. Her huge blouse covered boobs came into view. I watched in fascination, as she opened her blouse. Her black bra was filled to overflowing. Boob flesh peeped around the cups, awaiting liberation. Her nipples indented her bra.

‘You will never breathe a word about this to anyone. Do you promise?’, she asked. I nodded my head in agreement. I was too paralyzed by this sudden turn of events to say or do anything.

She unhooked the bra and her boobs sprang up. Pushing the cups up, she proudly displayed her mammary assets to me, a boob in each hand. The dark, thick, long teats contrasted with her fair skin. Her nipples were erect and pointed at me like guns. Putting my hands on her boobs, she said, ‘ First press them, then suck them’.

Taking her large tits into my hands, I started kneading them. Two of my hands could not hold one tit fully. Her large brown aureoles had goose bumps on them. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked one nipple and then the other. She pushed my head into escort gaziantep bayan videoları her boobs and I warmed to my task and was sucking and licking each nipple, one after the other. I pressed her boobs hard and gently bit her nipples. She was soon lying on the cot with half my body on top of her.

Her hands pushed my clothes away and she held my cock in her fist again, pulling it up and down. She took one of my hands and pulling her saree and underskirt up, she put my fingers on her cunt. She took one of my fingers and rubbed it in her furrow. My finger sank all the way into her cunt and yet did not reach her hole, so deep was her twat. She was hot and she was wet. She had juiced copiously. I found the source of all the moisture and my finger was soon sinking into her deep well. She groaned. ‘Put in two fingers, my cunt is big’, she said. I had two fingers up her hole and was finger fucking her at great speed. She started grunting her approval, ‘Suck… lick…bite…fuck me with your fingers…oh, I need this so badly.’ Her pelvis rose to meet my thrusting fingers. This woman knew how to take her pleasure.

She held one of my fingers at her pebble sized clit and taught me to manipulate it. ‘Rub this too’, she groaned out.

After ten minutes of this, she said, ‘We must hurry up and finish this. We will be missed.’ She pulled my hand out of her twat. My fingers came out with a plop.

She pushed me down on the cot. Pulling her saree and underskirt up, she lowered her panties and flung them away. She got on top of me, breasts waggling from side to side, the nipples sticking out wet and red from the sucking and biting. Putting one knee on each side of me, she took my hard cock in her hand and giving it a few long tugs, she started rubbing it between her thick, large, very wet cunt lips. Soon, she lowered herself. My penis was getting engulfed into a wet warmth. Her juices coated me liberally and she started raising and lowering her pelvis repeatedly. Her breasts flopped wildly and her ass thwacked against my balls which were getting wet with all her oils.

I think she was getting tired of heaving that heavy body up and down and she rolled over and pulled me on top. Bending her legs at the knees, she circled my body with her feet, hugging me to herself. She placed my cock on her hole and pushed her heels into my butt.

‘I have wanted a good fuck for 3 months, fuck, fuck, fuck me you sweet virgin cock, screw me, lover boy…’, she chanted.

I started thrusting into her. Initially I was tentative but I picked up speed and each inward thrust was rewarded by a grunt.

I could not take much more of this and had been on the verge of coming since I licked her nipples. Her own excitement had also been at a fever pitch since she exhibited herself to me so wantonly while peeing. ‘I am coming’, she gasped and grunted and my cock was in a vise like grip, being milked dry. Her spasms brought on my own orgasm. Even though I had just come, I let loose a second flood of semen, this time into her cunt.

She hugged me to herself and promised that we would meet again. We rejoined the group after straightening out our clothes. We did not think that our absence had been noticed.

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Danny Peterson was supposed to be doing homework, but he was too busy looking out his window again.

It was a surprisingly hot Saturday afternoon in April. On the left, on the other side of his apartment parking lot, was a neighboring complex. In the grass, a couple and their two young boys (four and six?) were having a water gun fight. It was a nice distraction, because it was a cute scene. The dad, freakishly tall in comparison to the dwarfed children, chased the older boy around the corner of their building, squirting a thin line of water across the yard after him. The younger son was standing just a few inches from his mom, who was helping him load it and teaching him how to shoot. She had to spill some of her own water into his pistol. Then he squirted her leg and ran, with her giving chase.

The mom was hot. Danny had no idea who she was, but he craved having a woman like that- one who liked to have fun, but was also sweet and caring. He could tell that about her from the way she ran around the yard. She was wearing a white tee and bikini bottoms. Nothing revealing, but her womanliness was enticing. God, she was sexy.

Danny shook his head. He turned his attention back to his computer, thinking about his assignment for a moment before typing away. An analysis of the inner-city schooling system of Chicago. (She’s gone, ran around the corner). He was around halfway done, working on a detailed description of the systematic racialization of Chicago public schools. (She’s back, and her shirt is wetter). He went to the internet, trying to find a couple more sources using a scholar search engine. (Are those her nipples? No, must be my imagination). It took him a few minutes to find one, and he skimmed it for a few minutes. Something about a few pieces of legislation in the sixties related to schools. (The two boys are shooting each other now, and she looks sexy as fuck just watching them. The dad just showed up with a water balloon and hit the mom, her shirt even more soaked. She clearly has a bikini top underneath. Disappointing).

A paragraph later, he took a quick break to watch the family. Then he wrote another paragraph. And another. Then watched some more. He couldn’t take his eyes off the mom. (She’s very curvy. Look at those tits! I bet that dad fucks her all the time. I would if I was her husband).

Absentmindedly, his right hand left his laptop and rubbed his crotch. He didn’t have a boner (yet), but he was certainly aroused.

“Focus,” he whispered aloud, both hands now back on the keys. He had to finish this today, and the sooner he did it the sooner he could go out (and hopefully find someone sexy for himself).

It was a long struggle, but he eventually did it. It was easier once the family had gone back inside, much to his disappointment. If there was ever a distraction, let it be a MILF. He printed his paper and stapled it before tucking it away in his backpack. What a relief! Now he had the rest of the weekend to relax.

He went to the kitchen to get a snack, and while he was digging through the pantry his phone started to buzz. It was his best friend, Kaila- probably looking to hang out tonight.

“Hello,” he answered casually, putting it on speaker and continuing to hunt for a bite to eat.

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?” she asked.

“Kaila, I know you want to go to a bar,” he said, “but not tonight. I never pick up any girls when we’re together.”

“Oh, come on!” she pleaded, “You promised me we could go! God knows I need a good drink tonight.”

“Then why don’t you buy a bottle from the drugstore and watch a movie?”

She laughed. “Because that’s lame. Come on!”

“Ugh, fine. But if I see a girl looking at me, I’m gonna need you to back off.”

“Hey, it’s not like I ever try to get in your way. They probably just think I’m your girlfriend or something.”

“Exactly.” He paused. “Ok, but next weekend I’m going alone.”

“Deal.”

They exchanged goodbyes and David sat at the kitchen counter to eat (chips and salsa). He thought about what would happen at the bar. He and Kaila had been best friends since elementary school, and their friendship only strengthened as they grew older. They even swam together in college (by chance, they both claimed). Now they were both in Columbus, in the same apartment complex- he was in grad school and she was a financial analyst for a bank.

He pictured her for a moment- chestnut hair, blue eyes, athletic build, always smiling… she was attractive, but would always be more of a friend. They tried to date in high school and hooked up once in college (that didn’t go well), but otherwise had their boundaries. They could talk about anything, do everything together, be themselves around each other… it was a sincere friendship.

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Danny’s luck at the bar hadn’t gone so well. He had fun with Kaila, sure, but no girls looked at him when she was around. She still got attention from guys though, who were probably jealous of him for being with such a good-looking young woman.

If he was being honest, they did LOOK like a couple. They were both naturally escort gaziantep bayan reklamları tall and on the skinny side, though he still stood a head taller than her and was definitely more muscular. His hair nearly matched hers (his shorter, and a little lighter), they had the same kind of contagious smile, and they had that similar go-with-the-flow vibe. Every once in a while, they were even mistaken for brother and sister, which greatly amused them.

Kaila told him he looked handsome when they met up. He told her he better. “Someone’s horny,” she commented, to which he grunted.

They had gone to a bar not too far from their complex, within walking distance. He didn’t drink too much that evening, on the chance he did meet someone, but Kaila held nothing back. She got like this occasionally, excessively ingesting shot after shot, but she rarely blacked out. Even under the influence, she had some self-control. Danny decided it was time to leave when she nearly fell off of her stool three times in a minute.

They had been walking home, Danny reflecting on his disappointment, when Kaila vomited in a trash can. Thank god she made it in time. He kept his distance, waiting for her to finish her business, and took quick notice of three girls that were approaching them from where they had come from. They were all attractive, biologically and fashionably, but the blonde girl on the left caught his eye more than the other two brunettes.

Her hair was straightened and looked like it had plenty of highlights, appearing almost silver under the streetlights. She wore a white crop top with thin shoulder straps that gave a good preview of what was underneath (god did he want to see what was underneath) and a tight pair of light jeans. Her eyes were sapphire blue, like true gems. She was studying him with equal attentiveness, and she was the first of the girls to slow down.

“Is she okay?” one of the other girls asked as they stopped in their tracks.

“Yeah, she does this sometimes,” said Danny. “She’ll be fine in a few hours.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” asked the brunette on the right end, probably to check if he was a predator or something. Like if he was, he would tell the truth.

“No, just a friend,” he answered. At this, the blonde perked up a little, and he grinned subtly at her attentiveness. “Are you all students?”

“Yep,” said the blonde, “we’re seniors at OSU.”

“Nice,” he said, “I’m a first-year grad student. Education.”

While they began exchanging small talk, Kaila finished vomiting and said hello as if nothing had happened. The girls waved at her with forced smiles.

“So, she’s not your girlfriend, huh?” asked one of the brunettes, who Danny had just learned was named Paige.

“God no,” he laughed. “We’ve been friends since we were seven. That’d be super weird.”

“Yep,” agreed Kaila. “I know allllll his secrets… it would be too hard to date him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he blankly asked his friend.

She burped and paused for a moment before speaking. “You’re too… cuddly.”

All five of them laughed and continued to talk while they resumed walking. Paige eventually spoke to him again. “I was asking because, well, Lexi here is looking for someone- “

“Hey!” shouted the blonde that Danny had been stealing glances at. He took another now and caught her blushing.

“I gotta say,” he said, “I’m not used to such a direct confrontation, but I’m definitely interested.” He and Lexi exchanged smiles. “Can I get your number? I can give you a call sometime.” She excitedly said yes and put her cell into his contacts.

“Great,” said the third girl, whom Danny forgot the name of. “You finally got a cutie, Lex!”

She only laughed and shrugged it off, but he could tell in her demeanor that she agreed. So did he. They said goodbye a few blocks from the apartment and he and Kalia continued alone. Now that he had a date, he was more willing to take her hand and help her walk.

“Good for you, Danny,” she said as they approached the entrance to their complex.

“If you hadn’t puked, they probably wouldn’t have stopped. So thanks, I guess.”

“Anytime.”

He helped her up two flights of stairs to her place and into her bed, positioning a trash can next to her. “Call me if you need anything,” he reminded her, and she nodded. “Goodnight.” Then he went home and to his own bed, thinking of this Lexi girl the whole way. She was pretty hot, alright- straight, golden blonde hair, a nice chest, tight stomach (from what he could see under her crop top), toned legs. And the way she looked at him- it was like she wanted to fuck him then and there!

He couldn’t wait to give her a call. But he did wait, until Sunday afternoon.

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Before he called, he spent his time watching television and playing guitar. He couldn’t focus enough to do much else. He was partly distracted by the dream he had had last night.

He was watching the MILF next door through his window again; except, somehow, he was also watching escort gaziantep resimleri the tall husband that was chasing her around. The two kids were doing their own thing and eventually faded out of existence. He saw himself squirt the woman in the chest with his water gun. Her nipples clearly showed through her top this time. She made no indication of caring, squirting him back. From the window, he wished he could see what the other him was seeing. Then he was, and up close her face was mature and beautiful. But then her face was Lexi’s, young and enticing. How could someone be a MILF and a young babe? That was when he realized it was a dream, and then he woke up with an erection. He relieved himself to a hot stepmom porn video.

The dream was a few hours ago. He had always craved both older women and girls his age. The former had always been a fantasy, he supposed, but a fantasy he had always hoped would come true. Maybe he would bang his friend’s mom, or a hot professor, or some single woman that he met at the store. His fantasies were endless.

But he also craved sex with girls in their early twenties. Objectively, he was just a very horny guy and turned on by the thought of sex with any woman. This Lexi girl, she was really hot too, and maybe old enough to have some experience. Thinking of her while absentmindedly strumming a few major chords on his guitar, he smiled unconsciously.

Then he called her.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Hey, Lexi? This is Danny, from last night.”

“Oh, Hi! How are you?”

“I’m doing well, how about you?”

“Good!”

“Hey, I was wondering if you were free today or later this week to get some pizza or something?” He paused for a second. “You know, like at Russo’s or something?”

“That sounds great! I’m free today, actually. I finished all of my homework on Friday.”

“Cool, does six o’clock work?”

“Sure does!”

“Great! Text me your address and I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay! See you later!”

“Bye.”

He was smiling when he hung up. He was smiling again as he walked out of his apartment, wearing a pair of khakis and flannel shirt.

Both his apartment and the bar were not far from campus, and neither was her apartment, which was closer to the city. He picked her up on the corner behind her building, avoiding the traffic of the busy city streets.

“Hi,” she said shyly as she hopped in the passenger seat. Her outfit was much more casual than last night, but her hair was just as straight. It looked less silver today, but still very light, as though it would feel like a fluid if he ran his fingers through it.

“Hi,” he said, vaguely aware of his grinning at her. She smiled back, then glanced down at her ice blue sweater. “You look great,” he added.

“Thanks! So do you,” she replied sincerely.

He drove her uptown to Russo’s, a local sit-down pizza place. “I’ve been here a couple times,” he said. “It’s pretty good.”

They ended up ordering a large to share, half pepperoni half vegetable. For a Sunday evening, they were pretty busy, so it was a decent wait.

“Tell me about yourself, Danny. You said you were in grad school for education?”

“That’s right. I want to be a middle school teacher.”

“Can’t you do that with a bachelor’s degree?”

“Technically, yes. But my undergrad degree was in psych and with a masters I have the option to move up to administration if I’d like to. Plus I’d get a higher salary.”

“That’s smart.” She cocked her head and smiled. “And I think that sounds really sweet, teaching adolescents. Did you go to undergrad here?”

“No, I went to Ohio Wesleyan. Graduated last year.”

“I bet this campus feels pretty big to you then.”

“Yeah, but I’m used to it. Plus, it’s grad school, which is more focused. What about you?”

“I’m an accounting major. I’m still figuring out exactly what I want to do, but I’ll be starting a job in June with a financial advisory firm here in the city.”

“That’s cool. It’s nice to have a job, even if you are still figuring things out. That’s similar to what Kaila does.”

“Kaila?”

“Oh, that was my friend from last night. You know, the one who was busy making friends with the can.”

“Oh!” she laughed, “She seemed funny. You two are good friends?”

“Yeah, best friends actually. She’s only wild like that when she drinks, otherwise she’s pretty cool.”

“I feel like it’s rare to see a guy and a girl as two best friends with no feelings for each other.”

Danny chuckled. “Don’t get me wrong, we tried to date in high school. Didn’t go well.” He took a sip of his water. “Nah, we’re much better as friends.”

“That’s a relief to hear. You two look like you’d be a couple.”

“People say that all the time! I don’t see it.”

They laughed and continued their conversation as they waited and eventually received their pizza. Lexi shared that her mom lived in one of the northwest suburbs, not too far from Danny’s apartment. Her dad had left when she ten and hadn’t been seen much escort gaziantep bayan sitesi since. Danny, on the other hand, was from Chicago, and moved to Columbus for graduate school.

“I figured I’d stay around here for a while. It’s a pretty accepting city, which aligns with my values.”

She nodded in agreement as she slurped up some of the cheese from her slice of pizza (not sure how she just made that sexy, but she did). Their conversation slowed as they gobbled up their meal.

The great thing, Danny thought afterwards, was that conversation seemed to flow between them as easily as the stream of consciousness. Talking to Lexi was just so easy! He definitely wanted to see more of her (literally and figuratively), which was not the case on all of his dates.

“Do you have a busy day tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yeah, most of my classes are on Mondays and Wednesdays. Why, did you want to get pizza again?”

“No,” he chuckled, “I was wondering if you wanted to come back to my place. But no worries if you can’t.”

“Sorry, I need to get up early for class.” She paused for a moment, staring at him. “But I can come over Wednesday night? I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

He wanted to kiss her. “Oh, yeah! That’d be great.” God, he wanted to kiss those lips. “I’ll order some takeout and we can watch a movie or something.”

“Sounds fun!”

He paid for their meal, even though she insisted that she could cover half, and he drove her back to her apartment. They stopped at the same back corner he picked her up at. She didn’t get out of the car right away.

“I had a fun time,” she said. “You were right, that was good pizza.”

“Me too. See you Wednesday?”

“Yep!” she leaned toward him and kissed him on the lips- he only had enough time to react with a quick pucker, but then she backed off. “Thanks for the ride,” she said soothingly.

“No problem.”

They said bye to each other, and he watched her walk off. She wasn’t in sight for very long, but her image was imprinted in his view like a floater after a flash of light. His lips felt like they were softer (could they actually be softer?) and he touched them with his fingers as he drove off.

He wanted more.

***

Wednesday came around, slowly but surely, and Danny mustered up all of his academic strengths to get as much work done as he could in the first part of the week. He had a couple discussion board posts (he hated those, what a waste of time) and a lot of reading. No sight of the MILF from his desk that week.

It was a cooler day, as if winter took one last peek through its exit door- not cold enough to snow by any means, but the high was fifty-one degrees. That’s spring in the Midwest for you- eighty degrees one day, fifty the next.

Kaila came over that afternoon for a quick lunch, during which he told her that Lexi would be coming over that evening, to which she responded, “If you don’t tap that, maybe I will.”

Lexi arrived at five thirty, wearing a gray crewneck and black leggings. Danny liked that she was casual. While he tidied up the kitchen (“Sorry it’s such a mess, I forgot to clean up”), she sat at the island and studied his living space. The kitchen was right by the entrance, a trapezoidal area covered in pale cabinets, which she was facing; behind her was an open lounge with a decently sized television. Quickly, she noticed his two guitars.

“You play guitar?” she asked.

“No, I just like to look at them.” He walked over and picked up his acoustic, strumming a G chord and playing a quick melody. She smiled in awe (they always do).

“You’ll have to show me more later! When does the food arrive?”

Danny had ordered Chinese food, which he expected to arrive within the next five minutes. “Pretty soon,” he told her, putting down his guitar. “Want to watch a movie or TV? I was thinking the latter.”

“That’s good with me.” She walked over to the couch when he told her to make herself comfortable. He used his Xbox to turn on Netflix and turned on a sitcom that he had never heard of at her request. Then someone knocked at the door.

“Stay put, we’ll eat at the table,” he said, hurrying to get the food. He paid and thanked the delivery boy quickly, trying to get the food out and out of the awkward limbo between a guest’s arrival and mealtime.

“Oh, this looks so good!” she exclaimed as she assembled a paper plate full of noodles, sesame chicken, and vegetable fried rice. As he did the same, they started talking. He found it was even easier to talk to her than it had been the other day- so incredibly easy that he thought they might have been soulmates (but do I really believe in that crap?). He offered a glass of wine and poured a couple glasses when she accepted.

They talked through the food and background noise of the television, about what he would not remember, but he cherished it. He was genuinely interested in what she had to say, and the way she told him things was naturally attractive (look at her hair flip as she throws her head back and laughs at the embarrassment of her story. Oh god even through her thick crewneck her body looks fit, and those legs are fine as fuck). When they were done eating, they paid no attention to the television, for they were entrenched in each other. He eventually picked up his electric guitar, plugging it in and playing a few popular rock songs and some of his own pieces. She listened with keen interest, and they continued to talk while he messed around with some scales.

“So..what do you think?”

“Mom. It’s…beautiful! I love it!”

“And the timing is pretty much perfect, wouldn’t you say?” her mother reminded her recently-engaged daughter.

“No kidding! Oh, Mom. This is just so incredible, and I’m really, really happy for you!”

Brooklyn Maxwell was 43 and the new owner of Brooklyn’s Bridal Boutique which was now fully stocked with wedding dresses to fit any budget as well as everything else a bride-to-be could possibly want for her big day.

It had taken everything she’d saved since her divorce ten years ago plus a small-business loan, but here she was giving a private showing to her 22-year old daughter, Kristi, who would be getting married in just four short months.

“I already see it, Mom!” she said as Kristi’s eyes fixated on her one-and-only dress.

“It’s beautiful, honey. Do you want to try it on?”

“Yes, of course. I mean, I don’t need to to know it’s the one, but I do want to get a feel for how much it might need to be taken in,” her daughter said excitedly.

Just minutes later, both of them knew why she’d chosen it. It looked absolutely gorgeous on her. When she was done, Brooklyn carefully hung it in the ‘sold’ rack after also tagging it as such with a bright red card that said ‘SOLD’ in gold letters.

“Okay, we’ll have you come in for your fitting whenever you’re ready, and it will be right there waiting for you,” her mother told her.

“You’re the best, Mom. And the best Mom—ever!” Kristi said before hugging the mother who’d raised her alone and sacrificed so much for her since her father abandoned them for another woman when she was 12 years old.

Kristi Maxwell had just graduated from the University of Washington in Seattle a month ago then three days after that had accepted a marriage proposal from her college sweetheart, Ryan James, a 24-year old graduate student majoring in geological engineering.

Brooklyn had foregone college in favor of marriage, and although she deeply regretted not going, she never once regretted having had her daughter at the age of 21. And now, all those years later, she couldn’t be more proud of the beautiful young woman who’d grown up to become her best friend.

“Okay, one down, one to go,” Kristi said cheerfully.

“What? What are you talking about?” her mom asked as she moved the dress to the sold rack.

“Well, I’m engaged so now…it’s your turn!”

Brooklyn spun around and said, “Hold on there, little Susie Q. That is not happening. Fool me once, shame on you, right?”

“Mom? Don’t be such a cynic, okay? There are plenty of great guys out there and you’re so beautiful! Please at least keep an open mind. Please?”

Her mother rolled her eyes then said, “You know I’d do anything for you, right honey?”

“Yes. Of course, I do,” Kristi said. “Thank you for agreeing without another big argument!”

“Um, no. I did not agree. I was trying to say, ‘There’s an exception to every rule’, but you didn’t let me finish.”

Kristi playfully stuck her tongue out at her mother who, knowing they were alone, did the same thing back causing them both to laugh before hugging one another again.

“How about we move onto something practical? You know, something that might actually be possible like choosing a wedding photographer or the live entertainment or maybe even your wedding cake?” Brooklyn suggested.

Kristi heaved a sigh then said, “Okay. You win. For now anyway.”

It wasn’t just that Brooklyn had been left for another woman by her ex-husband. After waiting eight long years, she finally met someone she fell in love with. To her great delight, he’d proposed, and she’d happily said ‘yes’.

A re-born-again believer in true love, she couldn’t wait to say ‘I do’ and, nothing could have been more perfect than that day until the wedding was supposed to start and the groom didn’t show up.

An hour later, sitting alone, and worried sick something might have happened to him, and still wearing her beautiful wedding dress, Brooklyn received, not a personal visit and not even a phone call, but an ‘apology text’. A text in which her handsome, 40-year old fiancé told her he couldn’t marry her because he’d fallen back in love with his high school sweetheart who’d looked him up a few months ago. He admitted he’d been seeing both of them before and after he’d proposed, and thought it would be ‘comforting’ for Brooklyn to know ‘this was the hardest decision he’d ever had to make.’

She took off her wedding dress, and swore she would never marry—or even get serious with anyone—ever again.

And now, just a couple of years later, although she’d never admit it to her daughter, or even to herself, she still yearned to love and be loved, and while she held out little hope of that ever happening, embers still glowed warmly somewhere deep inside her.

****

One week later

“Okay! Welcome to bridal boot camp, everyone!” the perky young instructor said. “My name is Becca, and for the next four weeks, I’ll be helping you get into the best shape escort gaziantep bayan numaraları of your life! I mean, come on, ladies, who doesn’t want to fit into that dress, right!”

There were hoots and woot-woots and lots of applause from the dozen or so new brides-to-be who’d signed up for the class, as well as the husbands-to-be they’d persuaded to come with them.

“All right. Before we get started, let’s get to know each other, shall we?” she said just as cheerfully.

Kristi beamed as she introduced her handsome fiancé while Brooklyn stood off to the side observing. Her daughter had asked her to come and take a look and find out what ‘bridal boot camp’ was all about.

Brooklyn had no personal interest in going, but she did have a professional one. If clients were going to be talking about this new (well, new to her) craze in pre-wedding routines, she wanted to know what it was all about. Also, she’d been promised a plug for her new boutique, so she stood there casually observing while taking note of the kinds of things the couples did as they followed Becca’s lead.

After the introductions, the class did some warm-up exercises then moved into a ‘trust exercise’ where the ‘bride’ would fall into the ‘groom’s’ arms as a way of building trust.

“Or break skulls,” Brooklyn thought to herself.

Right in the middle of it, Becca called out, “Oh, ladies! And gentlemen, of course. May I have your attention real quick?”

Everyone stopped, turned, and turned to look at her.

“The very handsome guy who just walked in is Serge Harkhov, a local wedding photographer…hint, hint…who’s taking photos for the gym here where I hold my boot camps. So ladies, look all you like but be good. Remember, your husbands-to-be are watching!”

There was a lot of laughter along with applause as the handsome young photographer held up one hand in a kind of wave/acknowledgement.

“Oh! I am SO sorry! Before I forget, let me also introduce someone else you’ll want to get to know, ladies. This gorgeous woman is Brooklyn Maxwell, the owner of the newest bridal boutique in the Seattle-Tacoma area. Fittingly, it’s called Brooklyn’s Bridal Boutique. Try saying that really fast three times,” Becca said as she asked Brooklyn to say hello.

“Go, Mom!” Kristi hollered out and drawing several stares of unbelief.

“She’s your mom?” one of the brides-to-be said. “She looks like your big sister.”

“And you just got 10% off any dress in the store!” Brooklyn said with a smile as she pointed to the younger woman who’d complimented her.

“I think you look younger than your daughter!” another shouted loudly. “Was that enough for 20% off?”

More laughter followed before Brooklyn told them where her boutique was located and the products and services she offered.

“I have a stack of business cards so when you leave, please take one and I hope to see all of you soon!”

She thanked them for their attention and smiled in thanks for the mild applause when she finished. After that she faded into the background as Becca put them through their paces while the photographer moved around taking action shots of the happy couples in motion.

Several minutes later he was right in front of her trying to get the perfect shot when he realized he was in her way.

“Sorry!” he said stepping aside.

He turned around to look at her and did a double take.

“Wow. She was right. You do look like your daughter’s sister,” he said flashing a gorgeous smile at her from an even more gorgeous face.

Brooklyn forced a smile and said, “Thank you, but everyone here knows that isn’t true.”

“Um…no we don’t,” he said cheerfully. “You look like you might be 30. Maybe. In fact, I think I’d need to see some ID to believe you’re anyone’s mom.”

“Oh, my goodness. That’s ridiculous!” Brooklyn said as she got a really good look at him. He wasn’t just drop-dead handsome he was also very positive and upbeat, something she loved in the men she dated. Or rather…used to date.

“I didn’t mean to block your view,” he said in his upbeat manner.

He smiled at her again then said very seriously, “People tell me I’m a good man in a way.”

He paused for effect then added, “That’s right before they tell me, ‘But who needs a good man in the way’.”

Brooklyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, it was very corny, but he was just so…cute. She allowed herself to admit that, but she wasn’t going to let it go any further.

“Okay! Before we start getting all sweaty—or glistening, if you’re old school,” Becca said interrupting their conversation, “we always have one practice dance for your big day.”

She looked around then said, “Actually, it’s for the guys with two left feet. And you know who you are, right guys?”

The women all laughed and one of the guys said, “Oh. I see my fiancé has been talking about me,” which drew even more laughs.

Becca told them they’d be dancing to We’ve escort gaziantep pornoları Only Just Begun by the The Carpenters this first week and that she’d have another wedding classic for them during each of the remaining classes, as well.

“Okay, everybody! Get paired off and get ready to strut your stuff. If you need any help, just let me know. If I see anyone tripping their bride-to-be, I’m going to come offer it anyway so don’t be afraid to speak up!”

“She’s really high energy,” Serge said to Brooklyn as he stood beside her.

“Kristi, my daughter, says she’s the best. I’m not sure this is quite my style, but whatever works, right?” she said back to him.

The music started and Serge said, “Maybe I’m a sap, but I really love this song.”

Becca overheard him as they were standing next to her boom box so she said, “Then get out there and dance! Brooklyn? Come on! How about it?”

“Me? No. I don’t think….”

Serge grabbed her hand and pulled her causing her to nearly lose her balance.

“Go, Mom!” Kristi called again as Serge kept pulling.

“I am so going to hurt you…what did you say your name was again?” she asked as he took her hand in his and began dancing with her.

“Serge. Serge Harkhov. It’s Russian in case you were wondering. My parents came over here in the 70s in one of the waves of emigres from the Soviet Union.”

He did a Russian accent and said, “No worries. I am Amer-ee-kan cee-ta-sin so iz no problem, no?”

In spite of herself, Brooklyn laughed again then said, “Okay, maybe I’ll let you live.”

“Oh. Is werry good. I am thanking you for note keel-ing me, pree-tee lay-dee.”

His smile and his positive attitude were infectious, and Brooklyn found herself having fun with a man for the first time since, well, since before she’d been stood up.

“So how long have you had the bridal boutique?” he asked her seriously but not overly so.

“Less than a month now,” she told him.

“Nice. How’s business? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s been pleasantly brisk,” she told him. “I think we did a pretty good job of marketing, so we’ve had a lot of folks stop by. I just hope we can keep it going.”

“Maybe a photo spread in The Seattle Times would help,” he said even more seriously.

“That would be great, but my marketing budget is on fumes,” she told him.

“I’ll do it for free,” he said with a smile as he impressed her with his dancing ability.

“You’re in business, too. You can’t make any money doing things like that. It’s very kind of you, but I couldn’t.”

“No, it wouldn’t be free, free. It would just be free…upfront,” he explained as he whirled her around.

“How so?” Brooklyn asked.

“Well, we’d show photos of your boutique and in the advertisement, we’d give 10% off to anyone who told you, ‘Serge sent me.’ Then you pass the 10% along to me for the first ten dresses. We both get publicity and…money.”

“Who pays The Times?” she asked.

“Ah. Well, you see, I have a very close friend who works there so…you let me worry about that, okay?” he said with a smile.

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow then said, “Handsome, smart, an excellent dancer with a head for business. I’m impressed.”

“Honestly? So am I,” he said, clearly meaning with her.

As the song ended Kristi made her way straight to her mom and introduced herself to Serge.

“Nice to meet you,” he said as they shook hands. “So you’re this beautiful woman’s sister?”

Kristi laughed then said, “Um, yes. That’s correct,” as she hooked her arm in her mom’s.

“Two things,” Kristi said. “My fiancé and I are looking for a photographer and…my mom…er, sister…is available to be taken to lunch or dinner so….”

“Kristi Ann Maxwell!” her mother said pulling away from her.

“What? Mom, he’s…gorgeous. I mean, just look at him.”

She leaned over and said, “If I wasn’t engaged….”

Serge laughed then said to Kristi, “Let me give you my card. If you’d like to hire me, please let me know as soon as possible. I’m booked solid for several months out, but for the sister of a woman this beautiful, I may just be able to fit you in.”

“You see. He agrees with me,” Kristi said grabbing her mom’s arm again. She also pulled one of her mom’s business cards out and handed it to Serge then said, “Her personal cell number is at the bottom so you can….”

“Enough already!” Brooklyn said feeling oddly embarrassed and a tad flustered.

He looked at the card then said, “Okay. I know exactly where this place is.”

He looked up at Brooklyn then asked her if they were on for their business deal.

“What…business deal?” Kristi asked. “You guys just met.”

“Serge has a plan I think I like,” she replied.

She looked at Serge then said, “If you’d like to stop by we could discuss the details.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll do that,” he said smiling happily. “Um…if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to try and hand out some cards escort gaziantep portalı then I’ve got another shoot to get to. It was very nice meeting both of you.”

He smiled then gave them a puzzled look before saying, “So which one of you is the younger sister?”

Kristi laughed loudly and Brooklyn tilted her head trying to ignore him but found herself smiling then laughing along, too.

“He is so cute!” Kristi said after he left.

“Um…he is so young,” her mother added.

“So?” Kristi said as though it didn’t matter.

“So…he’s your age, for crying out loud.”

“So?” she said again driving her mother crazy.

“So…so I’m going to pass out my cards and leave, too,” she informed her daughter.

“Oh, I see. Serge left early and you’ve agreed to meet him for a hot tryst, huh, Mom?” she said pouring salt into the growing wound.

“You keep talking—sis—and your free dress won’t be free much longer!” she said trying to sound serious.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. All talk and no action. And in your case, that’s literally true, Mom,” Kristi teased not knowing it actually stung.

It had been well, here again, since before she’d been stood up, that she’d had any ‘action’, let alone a ‘hot tryst’, and as much as she hated admitting it, she was desperately in need of some. Seeing and dancing with someone as attractive as Serge had only thrown gas on the fire, or more accurately, on the embers that seemed to doing a little more than smoldering.

“You know what? He really is cute. And he’s a great dancer and…I enjoyed talking to him. So I suppose if he were to ever ask me out, I might consider going with someone, you know, a tiny bit younger than me,” Brooklyn told her daughter.

“Seriously? Mom, that is so good to hear! I think I might be able to drop a subtle hint for you if you….”

“Don’t you dare!” her mom said. “I was just sort of thinking out loud. That’s all.”

“But you do like him, huh?” Kristi said wishing her mom would start dating again.

“Yeah. I think maybe I kind of do,” she said causing Kristi to squeal as she hugged her mother.

Neither of knew for sure, but Serge wasn’t Kristi’s age. He was only four years older, but 26 wasn’t 22, whatever that meant.

After leaving, Serge stopped by his older brother’s house on the way to his next job and told him, “Dude, I just danced with the most amazing, interesting, beautiful woman I think I’ve ever met.”

“Danced with? At this time of day? Bro, I want your job,” his brother kidded. “Seriously, that’s great, but I don’t think Chloe is gonna be as happy for you as I am.”

“Yeah, I know,” Serge said resignedly.

“What’s bugging you, Serge?” his brother Max asked him. It was short for Maxeem, a name no one but his parents were allowed to call him.

“I don’t know. Same old thing, I guess.”

“I tried to warn you, bro. But would you listen to your older and much wiser brother? Oh, no. Little Serge has to learn everything the hard way.”

Until recently, Serge would have fought back or at least weakly defended himself. But now, he was coming to the realization Max had been right all along. Chloe was hell bent on some kind of quest for perfection, and in his mind at least, perfection didn’t exist. It was just a concept. People should strive to be their best, but perfection was unattainable. And yet Chloe wanted everything to be perfect, and it was wearing on him the worst way.

“It kills me to admit it, but you may have a point,” Serge said begrudgingly.

“A point? No, I’m right. I’m absolutely right, and you know it. That’s what bothering you.”

“Maybe things will settle down after the wedding,” Serge said not even believing that himself.

“Sure. And if fishes were wishes….”

“I know. We’d all have a fry,” Serge said finishing the old saw.

“You’re the guy who asked her to marry you, bro. The ball is way into your court now, buddy.”

“???? ??????,” Serge muttered cursing mildly in Russian.

“Man, you must be bummed. You never speak the mother tongue.”

“Well, I wasn’t lucky enough to find a beautiful girl like Elena who does,” he said referring to Max’s gorgeous, Russian-American wife of a year and a half or so.

“Thank goodness she understands no one is perfect. If not, I’d be screwed,” Max said with a laugh.

Serge shook his head and said, “Even that has to be perfect.”

“What? Screwing? No. Don’t tell me. I don’t even want to know how that works, okay?” he said putting his hands up.

“No. No, you don’t,” his younger brother said. “Anyway, I mainly needed to take a piss so if you don’t mind….”

Max laughed knowing his brother had really needed to talk. Using the restroom was just a guy-excuse to cover for having an emotional need.

“Okay, well let me know if everything comes out all right when you’re done,” Max told him with a slap on the back drawing a middle-finger salute from his little brother which made him laugh.

Two days later, Brooklyn was showing dresses to another new bride-to-be when she heard the front door open.

“I’ll be right with you!” she called out as she sent the young woman in with her seventh dress to try on.

She weaved her way through the racks of poofy dresses and nearly ran into Serge when she got to the main aisle.

“Oh, my goodness! What a pleasant surprise!” she said with a big, happy smile. “I was wondering when you might stop by.”

Hello and thanks for stopping by this story.

This is a very long story, and while I was tempted to submit it in chapters I decided to leave it in one piece. If it’s too much to read all at once feel free to favorite it so you can go back to it easily.

***

Pam Prescott was spending two weeks of her summer vacation with her mother and father at the same campground her family had gone to ever since she could remember, and while that had been okay when her brother and sister were part of the group, her older sister had married and her brother was now out of the nest with his own apartment.

Pam was hoping that that this summer would be different since she was now 18 years old and hoped she could be trusted to stay home by herself, allowing her parents to go to this godforsaken place out in the middle of nowhere by themselves since they seemed to be so crazy about it.

That plan about being responsible enough to be left home by herself derailed when on the first day of summer vacation Pam’s mother came home from work in the middle of the day to find her not-so-little girl in a very compromising position.

“She was on her knees behind the garage,” Pam remembered Mom telling her Aunt Fran on the phone after threatening Pam to tell her father when he got home. “Sucking on this boy’s penis! Can you imagine if it was Don that caught her instead of me?”

“Mom,” Pam had whined after his mother finished airing the family’s dirty laundry to her blabbermouth sister yet again, and tried explaining that she was 18 now and not her “little girl” anymore either. “Besides, it’s 1980 not 1880.”

“Morals are never out of date,” Pam’s mother had said. “You get a reputation and you never lose it.”

Pam was tempted to ask her mother how it was that her older sister was born 5 months after her parents got married, like she couldn’t have figured out even if she hadn’t been a whiz at math, but decided to drop it.

“You will go with us Pamela,” Mom decided as she used her full first name as she often did when mad. “Besides, it’s a family tradition. Years from now you’ll look back and cherish these trips.”

Maybe, Pam mused, but not soon. It was just a blow job and only her second ever so you don’t get a reputation from giving head twice in your life. Besides, she had stayed a virgin until she was 18, a record in Barneveld, New York and technically she still considered herself a virgin, refusing to count 15 seconds of intercourse with Eric Young as sex.

That was how long he had lasted before groaning and filling his condom with semen after laying on Pam and thrusting a half dozen times and climbing off like he thought he was a conquering hero.

“Thanks Pam,” Eric had said afterward, not even offering to help her off the ground before running back into the senior prom breakfast to tell his friends all about it.

“It didn’t hurt,” Pam had told her best friend who was waiting for her in back of the school.

“You’re lucky,” her friend said.

“I didn’t even feel it,” Pam said, and that was true.

“Well at least you don’t have to worry about dying a virgin now,” her chum concluded.

“I wasn’t worried about it,” Pam mumbled, “Especially if that’s all there is to it. I like necking better.”

The guy she got caught giving head to behind the garage might have been her second lay because Pam had been impressed with his style. He had a car and a job and was an older man, 20.

Pam wasn’t exactly brimming with self-confidence, her insecurities coming mostly for being overweight most of her life, but she had made inroads in that regard in the last year by shedding about 30 pounds, leaving her now only about 20 pounds overweight.

“You look healthy,” was what Mom said about her baby daughter before they went camping, buying her a bathing suit that made her look as frumpy as she did herself. “Just a little baby fat. Besides, your weight doesn’t seem to scare the guys away, does it?”

“Mom?” Pam had whined, already tired of being reminded about her behind-the-garage dalliance, and she was wrong anyway because they boys liked the skinny girls and only paid attention to the rest when they had no other options.

“You know I met your father at a camping trip,” Mom reminded her before they left. “You never know, but for heavens sake use your head and keep your pants on.”

***

“That creepy guy is back again today.”

“Yeah, I saw him. Saw you talking to him,” Pam replied to the girl who had introduced herself yesterday. “He looks a little like the guy on Magnum P.I. I think.”

“Like you’re kidding, right?”

For practically the entire day yesterday Pam had stood out in the lake’s swimming area with the water level just above her waist, sparing her trouble of trying to hide her belly which the plain one-piece bathing suit did little to hide. Although it was nothing like the gut that jiggled around in past summers the very presence of the baby fat still bothered Pam.

Especially when their were other girls around like the dippy blonde who had decided to escort gaziantep bayan haberleri make nice with her yesterday, probably because there was nobody else around. Skinny and pretty, Pam figured the blonde was hoping that standing around her would make her look better.

She was an idiot but at least it was better than having nobody to talk to, but the blonde and her family was leaving tomorrow morning so once again Pam would be all alone unless you wanted to count who the blonde had referred to as “the creepy guy”.

He wasn’t that creepy, Pam thought as he looked over at the guy who was looking at the two of them from the other side of the roped off area, but then again Pam knew what she meant. The guy had this grin that looked like that cartoon character Snidley Whiplash, and he had winked at Pam several times when swimming nearby although he hadn’t said a word.

“What did he do, hit on you?” Pam asked, already figuring she knew the answer to that but she was wrong.

“No, actually he asked about you,” the blonde said.

“Me?”

“Yeah, he asked if we were sisters, like we look it,” the blonde commented. “Then he asked me if we were like lovers!”

“Oh geez,” Pam replied.

“I told him no and said I was leaving tomorrow anyway but he asked if you were leaving too and I told him no, Pam’s staying all week.”

“Oh man, you told him my name?”

“Yeah, kinda slipped out,” the blonde admitted. “But then he asked me how old you were and I told him you were jail bait, like 15 or something.”

“Why did you tell him that?” Pam asked.

“I figured he would stay away from you then,” the blonde answered. “Thought I was doing you a favor. He’s so creepy and he’s like old enough to be your father or even grandfather.”

“Yeah, I guess. Thanks.”

“I don’t think he believed me anyway because after I told him that you were a kid he said that was bullshit,” the blonde said. “He said something about no way you being a kid on account of the size of your rack – those are creepy’s words not mine. He was asking what size bra you wore, like I would know.”

“He’s all yours anyway,” the blonde giggled before saying good bye because tomorrow she’d be back in Utica where in the blonde’s words, “There are lots of cute guys there. Nice to meet you anyway Pam.”

“Yeah, same here,” Pam said and then struggled to remember the girl’s name, having only thought of her as the blonde. “Have a good summer.”

Pam watched the shapely girl in the bikini she wished she could get away with wearing walk onto shore, and then Pam looked over at the creepy guy, expecting to catch him watching the blonde but he wasn’t.

Instead he was looking over at her while grinning that grin again, and that made Pam duck down into the water, taking a few steps out into the lake so the higher level would cover more of her.

***

“Hello Pam,” said the man who had slowly made his way over to where the teen was standing, and the girl was shocked at how deep the guy’s voice, sort of like a disc jockey at her favorite radio station. “That is your name, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Pam croaked as the water lapped at her collarbone.

“That was what your friend said it was.”

“She wasn’t my friend – just somebody I met up here,” Pam explained.

“Yeah, she was no friend because I could tell she was trying to keep me away from you,” he said while moving a little closer. “She kept throwing herself at me but I kept telling her I wasn’t interested. You were the one I wanted to get to know.”

“Me?” Why?”

“Why? Because you are just about the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he said. “Ever since I saw you a couple of days ago you’re about all I’ve been thinking of.”

“Are you trying to be funny, mister?” Pam asked, shield her eyes from the sun so she could look at the guy.

“No Pam, I’m not, and you can call me Lance. That’s my name, not my nickname although that would work too if you know what I mean,” the man said. “You want to take a hike with me later? Get to really know each other?”

“Huh? Mister, you’re old enough to be my Dad.”

“49, but I don’t look it, do I Pam?” Lance said as he flexed his muscles and puffed up his chest. “Nice body right?”

“I guess but…”

“Speaking of nice bodies, I don’t blame you for staying out her in the water. It’s probably boring to have a bunch of immature guys drooling on you all the time if you just want to relax on the beach and catch some rays.”

Pam shook her head, wondering what drugs this Lance was on because it was rare that any boys gave her anything but the time of day.

“You ever do any dancing Pam?” Lance was asking, breaking Pam out of her woolgathering, having been accidentally staring at this gold necklace the guy had around his neck, maybe because it stood out so much against the black hair that covered his chest.

“Dancing? Yeah, I like to dance.”

“I mean professionally,” Lance corrected. “You know, at gentlemen’s clubs?”

“Huh? You escort gaziantep hikayeleri mean strip clubs?” Pam said and snorted a laugh. “Who’s going to pay money to see me at one of those places?”

“You’re kidding right? With those torpedoes of yours?” Lance scoffed. “Those babies are real too right?”

“Real?” Pam asked. “Well yeah but…”

“Thought so. Fake tits are the worst. You must be at least a D cup – probably double D. Am I right?”

“I don’t know mister.”

“Lance, remember? I’m usually a good judge of things like that, although I’d be happy to measure you,” he said with a wink. “Yeah, no wonder your friend Amy kept checking you out whenever you weren’t looking.”

“Amy?” Pam asked and then it struck her that Amy was that blonde’s name. “Oh, she wasn’t my friend and I seriously doubt that she was checking me out. She had a great body.”

“She was a silly kid with a girl’s body. Might be okay for kids but real men like real women with women’s bodies, like yours. That’s why I thought maybe you two were lovers because she was always around you staring at your breasts.”

“I think you’re crazy,” Pam said.

“Crazy about Pam,” he said with another wink. “Lance knows what Lance digs and Lance digs you. We could make some beautiful music together.”

“I serious doubt it.”

“Are they sensitive?” Lance persisted. “Your breasts I mean. Your nipples really press out into that suit like they’re going to rip the fabric. You like them played with rough?”

“I can’t believe you say things like this to somebody you don’t even know,” Pam sniffed.

“Lance says out loud what other guys only think about,” he explained. “With me you don’t have to wonder what I’m thinking about because I’ll tell you, and I’m telling you that I want you and I’m going to have you. It’s meant to be, you and me. Lance and Pam making sweet love.”

“As if.”

“You can’t feel it? I could sense it from across the pond. It’s like kismet.”

“What’s that?”

“Fate. Fate brought me here to this place. We are destined to be together. I came up here to get away from hot women drooling over me but now look. You’re at campsite 73 right?”

“What? How do you know that?”

“Told you I’ve been keeping my eye on you. You looked so sexy walking up that hill to your campsite with that nice round butt wiggling and those great legs.”

“I know what I look like. You’re being a wise ass,” Pam snapped. “I’m fat.”

“Nonsense, you’re a nicely rounded woman and in all the right places too,” Lance said. “I’m betting your measurements are something like 44-28-46, and those are a real woman’s dimensions. Even though you try to hide it all in that bathing suit.”

“My Mom, she picked it out for me,” Pam said with a shrug.

“Figure. You should get one like your friend’s with the clam-shell top,” Lance said. “I’d like to see you it that, because unlike Amy you’ve got a lot to put in it.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Why do you keep asking me that? Everything I tell you is the true. I’m crazy about you and when we get together I’ll prove it to you. Ever make love to somebody built like me? You know what I’m talking about. Amy couldn’t keep her eyes off of it when she cornered me over by the lifeguard’s chair so even if you didn’t see me I’m sure she told you all about it.”

“Mister – Lance, that Amy is not my friend,” Pam said. “I had even forgotten her name, and she never said anything to me about you except that you gave her the creeps.”

“Funny. Guess she was really hurt when I brushed her off,” Lance said. “After she got a eye full of what I’m packing she told me she would do anything for some of it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Walk with me,” Lance said as he started wading toward the beach, walking backwards to keep facing Pam as he beckoned her to follow him. “You don’t have to get out of the water. Just come this way a bit until we get in shallower water. That’s it.”

“Now do you know what I’m talking about?” Lance said with an arrogant expression as he watched Pam’s eyes go down to where the water level was just above his knees, chuckling when he saw the girl’s expression at seeing the obscene bulge that snaked over to the side of his swim trunks.

“You like that don’t you Pam? I had a feeling you like the big cocks,” Lance said to the girl. “A big beautiful woman like you needs a real piece of meat to satisfy her. And look at you. You’ve got big nipples, don’t you? They really popped out.”

Pam broke out of her trance and shook her head while walking backwards out to deeper water with the man following her until Pam got out to where her shoulders were under water.

“Cat got your tongue Pam?”

“No. You like showing girls your boner?”

“Boner?” Lance scoffed. “Erection? I wasn’t hard, but I would have been if I had kept staring at your body much longer. You’ve got an amazing body. Besides those incredible tits I’ll bet you’ve got a really hairy pussy too, don’t you Pam?”

“What?”

“I escort gaziantep bayan ilanları could tell by checking out your armpits,” Lance explained, and Pam’s hands came down from where they were brushing her hair back. “The way the five o’clock shadow covers your armpits so densely.”

“Omigod.”

“Plus the elastic of the leg opening of your suit had turned over and some of that beautiful dark brown pubic hair peeked out just now,” Lance explained after he saw the teen look at him like he was a psychic. “Don’t you dare trim it later either. Lance loves a nice thick bush. Your friend Amy? The way the bottom of her suit was cut you could tell see didn’t have much hair down there at all. Probably just peach fuzz.”

“Look – Lance,” Pam said. “You’re probably a nice guy and all but…”

“I am a nice guy Pam, and you’re going to find out before you leave this campground,” he said confidently. “You’re also going to leave this place a completely different girl. Eleven inches in case you’re wondering.”

“What?”

“You know what I’m talking about. My cock,” Lance said. “Oh, I could claim it’s a foot long when it’s hard but I don’t believe in lying to my women. Bet you never had one nearly that big before, but don’t worry, it fits perfectly everywhere. You’d be surprised how a woman’s body can adapt even to something like that after a while, so it’s nothing to be scared of.”

“I’m not scared of anything,” Pam mumbled unconvincingly.

“Want to hold it?” Lance said as he took a step towards Pam. “Nobody can see under the water. I know I’m a bit of a freak but I also know I’ve got what a lot of women can’t get enough of. Go ahead and see how you’ve been cheated up until now. Feel how big a real man can be.”

A few seconds later Pam was flailing around after having stepped back too far and inadvertently gone into water over her head after stumbling, her arms waving and her face going under until she was being grabbed and pulled back onto her feet to where the water wasn’t so deep.

“We’re okay!” Lance was yelling as he waved to the lifeguard who had jumped up out of his chair after he had heard Pam yell and seen the splashing out at the perimeter of the swimming area. “Just horsing around.”

“There, you’re always safe in my hands Pam,” Lance was saying as he reached around from behind Pam and cupped her breasts under the water. “Nobody can see. Mmm…they feel even better than they look.”

“Please,” Pam said as she pulled away after Lance had groped her breasts for a few seconds. “Are you happy now?”

“Not nearly as happy as I’m going to be,” Lance said. “Give me your hand. It’s okay. Nobody can see.”

“That woman over there – she…” Pam started to say before Lance brought her hand down and put it on his cock, which was freed of the trunks that he had subtly tugged down to his knees under the water.

Pam gasped when the man wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed his manhood, an organ which was getting hard in her fist.

“What are you…”

“That’s it squeeze it,” Lance directed. “Just stand there and talk like nothing is going on down there. Nice. Run your hand up and down the shaft. Never felt one that big before, have you? I can tell by the look on your face.”

“Just keep holding it,” Lance was saying while under the water he was thrusting his hips into Pam’s hand. “Feel it throb?”

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Pam choked.

“Making you?” Lance said as he thrust a little harder while the veins in his neck started to throb as much as his cock was in the grip of a girl whose hand was now there by it’s own choice. “Little more.”

“Uh – uh – uh – cumming,” Lance was grunting soon after, and Pam closed her eyes are she felt his dick in her hand pulsate several times before beginning to go limp.

“Ahh…” Lance sighed as he felt Pam milking his now flaccid cock. “Haven’t had a hand-job in years but that was as good as it gets.”

Pam let go of the man’s organ and stepped away, aware that it wasn’t only the sun that was responsible for the color of her cheeks.

“You liked it too,” Lance was saying now and laughed when Pam shook her head. “Where do you sleep at your site? In the pop-up or in the Coleman dome tent on the other side of the fire pit?”

“The tent – how do you…”

“Who’s in the pop-up? Your parents?” Lance asked and after Pam nodded he asked whether she was the only one in the tent.

“Yes. Used to be for all us kids but my brother and sister are grown and gone.”

“Perfect,” Lance said. “I’m going to come visit you tonight Pam.”

“Are you kidding? My father would kill you if he caught you!”

“Well I’m not going to come over there whistling and snapping my fingers,” Lance said with a grin. “I’ll just come over for a chat. Maybe pay you back for what you just did for me. Don’t worry, I’m good at this. I’m a detective.”

“You are?”

“You’ll see. Talk to you later babe.”

Pam watched as Lance waded slowly towards the shore with his trunks back in place, the black hair on his back and his legs plastered against his bronze skin. Maybe not exactly like Tom Selleck, Pam mused before asking herself what she had gotten herself into.

*****

“Want to come into town with me Pam?” Mrs. Prescott asked her daughter when she finally got back to their campsite after of day of swimming. “I need a couple of things at the store and I figured you might like to…”

Why did I wait so long to clean the house? Nikki could be arriving at any time. At least the dirty clothes were out of the dryer, folded, hangered, and out of the way. When you work full-time, with a part-time job, there never seems to be enough time to get caught up on the stuff that a woman will immediately notice. Fortunately, Nikki understands and forgives my controlled messiness. She never fails to mention that I am too old to properly keep a house and should hire a maid. But, I would have to seriously clean before allowing a stranger to see my clutter.

Before you get the wrong idea, Nikki is not my girlfriend. She is one of the most beautiful, intelligent, young women….24 years old…..to ever cross my life. She happens to be the next best thing to a daughter. We met four years ago at her college graduation. I was taking some pictures of a friends son, you know, the whole Cap-and-Gown thing. Her parents were standing close to my group, trying to get everyone together, when their camera died. That is a problem with small digitals. They use too much battery power to keep the LED screen lit. Most never consider having back-up batteries. While the parental units fussed, Nikki waltzed over and asked if there was any possibility of me taking a few pictures.

The smile was so sweet. Ok, I am a sucker for young women. Any older male…..I am 47……who says otherwise will lie about other things. She calmed her family and they all patiently waited for me to finish the first task. After the introductions it was simple to herd them all into the necessary poses and groups. We exchanged emails and I promised to send the photos speedily. Later that evening the emailed photos were sent, with a note asking for a mailing address. The email pics were small files. I wanted her to have a disc with full-sized files so decent prints and enlargements could be made. When the return popped up I found that she lived in my city. I shouldn’t have been too surprised. There are many young people in my city attending the same college because of its proximity to home and friends.

After a little corresponding we decided that it was acceptable to bring a disc to her parent’s house. They loved the pictures. Several times her dad mentioned payment but that was not happening. I love photography. While making money always helps pay for new equipment or vacations it is always a pleasure to give them for free. I am not a professional and feel uncomfortable charging as one. A home-cooked dinner by Nikki’s mom was much better than cash. I love to cook. And, happen to be a good cook. But, great food, prepared while I relax, will never be refused. By the time I left that evening Nikki’s mom and dad were new-found friends. Their daughter had, for lack of a better term, adopted me into her life. That was a most welcome intrusion into my world.

Nikki called often. I became a confidant, an ear for listening, and a shoulder to cry on. She picked my brain for opinions. I think she just wanted someone other than parents to know her business. That was ok with me. I never had children of my own and she was my foray into fatherhood. Rarely did a day pass without talking. She would call and ask if she could visit as her car pulled into the driveway. When she took a job 200 miles away it felt like part of me disappeared. But, thank goodness for cell phones with free nights and weekends. That shrank the distance considerably. Now she was back to visit family…..and me. I made a point to ask if her mom and dad would mind her spending time visiting me. She made it clear that mom and dad were very important, but they were leaving on vacation before Nikki had to return home. That gave us two days to catch up on all the things we had been talking about every week. Somehow it is better when you can see someone face-to-face.

The vacuum cleaner had just been placed behind the closet door when the doorbell chimed. She almost knocked me off my feet when the door opened. Between the squealing and bouncing, my balance was in jeopardy. Finally Nikki calmed enough to have normal conversation. Have you ever known someone who touched your life beyond description? That is Nikki. At that moment I realized how wonderful it was to hear her voice, watch the expressions, and laugh at the hand movements. To Nikki, talking was a “whole-body” experience. When I reached to close the door Nikki immediately stopped me. That was the moment when I learned she was staying with me until time to leave for home. She quickly mentioned that it seemed stupid to stay alone in her parents’ house when we had so much stuff to catch up on. Nikki then asked if she could stay here instead of alone at her mom and dads house. What was I going to say? I hold my privacy dear but, she was “family”. It wasn’t like there was no room. The guest room had been used so seldom. I almost considered making it a large walk-in closet/storage area. I looked at the big, questioning eyes, smiled and said yes.

Nikki launched escort gaziantep bayan sitesi herself onto the porch and called over her shoulder to come help with the luggage. How much can one person use in a week? As we emptied the car I asked if there was a preference for dinner. What restaurant did she like the most? We had tried almost every good place this city had to offer. Fortunately, Nikki’s like of good food mimicked my own. But, she surprised me. She wanted to know if I would cook. She said her taste buds had been craving a pasta dish I often prepared. It had grilled shrimp and scallops in a white wine, parmesan cream-sauce. The thought made my stomach churn with hunger. Unfortunately, shrimp and scallops aren’t something you keep in the refrigerator unless it will be soon used. I told Nikki to grab her purse so we could head to the nearest grocery. There was a great local store about 15 minutes away. It was the place to shop when fresh seafood and meats were needed. Nikki asked if I minded going alone. Helping her mom clean and pack all morning had left her feeling a bit gritty and tired. She wanted a hot shower and my trip for groceries would be the perfect amount of time. She promised to be fresh and awake before I got back.

Agreed! Did I really have a choice? Nope! So, while Nikki unpacked her bags I made a list. I grabbed my keys from the table, yelled I was leaving, and headed out the door. All I heard was a loud, “Ok, get something chocolate for desert!” Do you get the feeling you have forgotten something? I could not escape that thought. I knew that it could be nothing, it could be something. Several miles from home my brain completed the circuit and the missing thought popped into place. I didn’t have my wallet! I always put my wallet and keys on the den table. I obviously had the keys, why not the wallet? I figured that Nikki had distracted me. Well, at least the trip back wouldn’t take more than a few minutes. It sure was better than getting in the checkout line and reaching for the wallet. How embarrassing!

I opened the door and walked through to the den. I could hear the shower running in the guest bath. Mixed with the sound of water was Nikki’s singing. I had to laugh. Her voice was one of glorious noise. We often joked about her inability to carry the simplest of tunes, with extreme exuberance. When I reached the table there was the wallet sitting exactly where it had been left. I shook my head with the senior moment of senility. I knew Nikki would love the chance to kid me about age. As I grabbed my wallet and turned my steps were frozen. I had forgotten that the guest bath was easily seen when the bedroom door was open. No wonder it was so easy to hear Nikki singing. She was clearly standing behind the glass sliding doors of the shower. I started to jump out of the way but realized the lights in the bath were so bright she could probably not see me. I couldn’t make myself move away. I always knew she was beautiful but this was incredible.

Her figure was perfect, at least for me. I had no doubt that she preferred tanning nude. There wasn’t a tan line to be seen. Nikki’s breasts were small but rounded. There was just a hint of sag that made her more womanly. I could tell her nipples were erect and dark pink. As my eyes travelled downward the lack of hair was noticeable. I couldn’t see the pubic region clearly due to water droplets on the glass but it appeared to be all tanned skin. I fought turning away. Part of me said to leave but the other said no way. My hand reflexively dropped to my hardening dick. Not stroking was beyond comprehension. Slowly the zipper of my shorts moved down. My fingers reached to pull the now fully erect penis from within. It helped that I rarely wore briefs when home. My fingers were almost trembling too much to grasp the hard flesh. Nikki slowly turned under the spray. Her entire body came into view as she revolved. Her hands seemed to be washing her body without a cloth. The revelation came with stunning clarity. She wasn’t washing. Nikki was caressing. Nikki’s hands explored her sides and stomach before moving over the breasts. She lingered, slightly squeezing, before moving down.

Her knees bent slightly, moving them further apart. One hand kept its lower path, moving onto her left thigh. The other remained on her flat abdomen. She seemed to be blankly staring ahead. My staring certainly had not waned. The motion of my hand across my dick was more aggressive. The first drops of fluid were seeping from the tip, lubricating the shaft. Nikki’s hand disappeared into the cleft between her thighs, pushing into the space. She was masturbating while I did the same, hidden from view. I was totally captivated. My hand increased in tempo with the movement of her fingers and hand. Nikki was forcibly pinching her nipples, one after the other. Then, her only movements were thumb and fore-finger grasping a stiffened nipple, escort gaziantep bayan forum and tip of the middle finger quickly sliding across her clit. Her body jerked with orgasm. My cock spurted with never-before force. I hastily grabbed a tissue, wiped the pools from the floor, and fled through the door.

The nervousness hit when the car started. This was the first time a voyeuristic event had happened to me. There was a feeling of guilt because Nikki was a friend. But, that didn’t keep the erection from returning and staying. I began to wonder if it would subside enough to walk the aisles of the grocery store. Sure didn’t need to have that sticking out in the front of the shorts. Advertising your availability is not accomplished by parading in public with a hard dick. Somehow that was a humorous enough thought to make the beast calm down. But, I still couldn’t shake the images of Nikki, naked, masturbating, orgasming. At least my heart rate had returned to normal. The store was uneventful. Forcing me to shop took the edge away. Ok, the edge remained. The thought occurred to me that it would be impossible to look at Nikki when I got back to the house. Now I knew exactly what was under all the clothes, with detail never imagined.

The door opened in my face. There was a momentary perception that Nikki had a strange look on her face. But, immediately a smile broke and she grabbed some of the bags from my hands. As we walked into the kitchen she sat her bags down, reached over to the wine rack, and pulled a good bottle of Merlot. I chuckled out loud. Nikki had hated wine when we first met. Now it was tradition. I had taught her how to enjoy the taste of a good wine. She had taken the knowledge with aplomb. I never got to choose any longer. It was her decision. It was my responsibility to open the bottle and pour appropriate amounts into the goblets. She stood under the bright lights of the kitchen and raised her hand in toast. That is when her attire was noticed. She was wearing white shorts that seemed painted onto her skin. Her shirt was cropped a bit above the waist and was also white. The lack of color really amplified the tan she had obtained. The coolness from the air conditioning left no imagination to the fact Nikki was braless. I had seen her in a bikini that left much less to the imagination but, this was different. Maybe living further from home had loosened her properness to a small degree.

It was time to absorb myself in cooking dinner. Cooking was a way of freeing the mind from the day-to-day problems of life. Some people really hate to spend time cooking, then eating alone. Good food excites me whether anyone is present to help enjoy or not. No one helps me in the kitchen. It is mine! Nikki accepted that readily. She knew that I would ask her help if anything was needed. All I required was her to sit at the bar and keep the conversation going. We settled into a more normal pattern and the nakedness was mostly forgotten. Hey, I am older not dead! This was fantasy material that would live forever, burned into several areas of the brain in case one part failed!

Dinner came together quickly. Cooking regularly really helps remove it from the realm of chores. Nikki helped set the table, poured more wine, and patiently waited for me to place the bowls for her feasting. How someone as petite as Nikki ate the amounts of food she shoveled in was outside my comprehension. But, you have to admit, any guy who has ever been on a date with someone who nibbles like a bird, loves seeing a woman enjoy her food. In short order our plates were cleaned and glasses empty. We both poked fun at who would clear the table and clean the mess. That is easy to solve. Dishwashers are the Gods way of allowing satiated people to sit quickly and feel fat and happy.

I love sitting quietly on the sofa after a large meal. It helps the digestion to sip some wine and let the issues of the day slip into oblivion. Nikki had enjoyed this ritual from the very beginning. Her family was always on the hectic and frantic side. They always had a to-do list that never ended. Nikki fought that from an early age. So, sitting calmly, studying the color of the wine, feeling the breeze of the ceiling fan, was something she relished because home, when mom and dad were there, never seemed to settle down. After twenty or thirty minutes Nikki sat her wine glass on the coffee table, stretched her arms, and laid her head on my leg. This was a common thing for her. She liked to look up at me while we talked. She said it made my face look funny which always made me frown and her laugh. I had pretty much put the earlier thoughts out of mind. I thought this would be a normal evening after all. And, it was……for a few minutes. While rattling on about someone work, Nikki moved her head. That shouldn’t have been a big deal. But, she turned her head toward my body and rested the side of her face on my finally escort bayan gaziantep relaxed member. Every time she moved her mouth to talk Nikki’s jaw rubbed against my dick. I should have moved but not even remotely possible.

Every few seconds my dick would pump and thicken. There was no way she could not notice, unless, maybe, her talking was keeping the thoughts away. I felt so guilty. I felt ashamed. I felt good, which led to more shame and guilt. But, still I couldn’t make myself move. By now my cock was like a steel pipe inside my shorts. It throbbed every time she moved, regardless of how little. I knew there would be an intense jack-off session before too long. I had been staring into space for several minutes. I couldn’t look at Nikki’s face and see the lump alongside. She had to know. Her voice shook me from the arousal fog. Nikki half-yelled, “Are you listening to me?”

I jumped at the sudden increase in volume. Doing so pushed my hardness tighter into her cheek. I saw her eyes widen. Busted! Now I would have to explain this situation. I was always used to giving Nikki advice, not telling rationalizing my behavior. Before my dry mouth could open she looked right into my eyes and said, “Did I cause this?” My heart jumped. The words came flowing from my mouth without having a clue what was said. Would she hate me? Would this forever tarnish our relationship?

It was then that I realized Nikki was giggling. Unfortunately that also made her head move against me with more force. Yep, still hadn’t moved. Something in the inner male brain had me glued into the sofa with no possibility of escape. She smiled and said, “I wondered if I could.” My look had to be one of complete stupefaction, which immediately fired up the giggling once more. Nikki told me, “Who do you think hid your wallet?” My chin must have fallen to my chest. Nikki told me that it was an instant decision upon seeing me after so long. That still didn’t explain anything to my satisfaction. All I could do was sit with a confused look on my face.

Nikki’s eyes flashed wide, softly saying, “Why not? I know you love me. You know I love you. Why can’t we enjoy the feelings we have thought about for all this time?” Before my mouth could open she stuck her finger on my lips to shush the words. Nikki told me she appreciated that I treated her as my own child, but she was not. She told me how the looks were noticed and was surprised I had not recognized the returning stares. I told her that honestly that hadn’t occurred to me. Yes, I knew she was beautiful and desirable but those feelings were wrong. Nikki winked as she turned off my lap. Her body swung around and straddled my legs. Her hands balanced on the sofa back. Nikki’s face was close enough to feel every breath. I was pretty sure that was purposeful on her part.

Nikki softly brushed her lips over my cheeks, my chin, and my eyes. I still had an overwhelming need to run but she knew I couldn’t. Her body became a tiny reactor in my lap. The heat shimmered like hot asphalt on an August day. The subtleness of fragrance assaulted my nose. I believe that if her perfume wafts across my nostrils in the future my dick will go off like a giant coiled spring. Nikki pressed downward and began rubbing her thinly covered pussy against my dick. After what seemed like seconds the wetness registered. She had soaked her shorts and had started a wet spot on mine. That was all it took. I grabbed her waist and pulled. I was controlling how long and hard she stroked. She moaned and pressed her wet lips to mine. I could hardly breathe. It was a combination of nervousness and excitement. Fortunately, the nerves were getting less and the exhilaration more. Finally she broke the kiss….if that was the correct term. We were devouring each other.

Nikki stared into my eyes. No words had been spoken in several minutes. Her mouth lowered to my ear and she whispered, “I don’t care what you do.” That sweet voice continued, “Just please do something. Whatever you want or dream of doing to me is ok.” After a deep breath she said, “Right now I am feeling very slutty and I am your slut. I will eagerly do anything asked.” Well, if that is how she feels then it will be my duty to oblige. My past fantasies flooded into my head. This was going to be fun….for both of us. With my hands still on Nikki’s hips I pushed up and back forcing her to stand between my knees.

The first command was, “Take everything off, slowly.” Her eyes widened but the hands went to the hem of her shirt and lifted. As the fabric slid over her breasts Nikki’s hands took its place. But, she wasn’t hiding them. It was my first close-up view of the wondrous swellings. The fine hairs were mesmerizing. The hardness of the nipples beckoned my mouth. She was caressing the skin, pinching the turgid nipples aggressively. She wanted to be told what to do, yet she was attempting to take charge. That wouldn’t do. I ordered, “Stop! You didn’t ask permission to pull your nipples.” Nikki looked surprised. Her fingers loosened their grip as I said, “You may pull them one more time. Then it’s what I tell you, understand?” She smiled slyly and took each nipple between thumb and forefinger. I thought they would dislodge she pulled so hard. Nikki’s eyes closed and a low moan, almost a wail, pushed from her throat. Never had I seen a woman cum as hard.

Thank you to all who have stuck with this story so far.

It is amazing to me that so many people have read my chapters and given me nice comments.

Chapter Five

A few days after Halloween, I was sitting at my computer working when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Henry? This is Neal Goins over at the high school.”

“The school? Is something wrong with Paige? Is she okay?”

“What? Oh, no no no. She’s fine. That’s not why I’m calling.”

“Oh. Whew, you scared me.” What I was thinking was, “You could’ve led with ‘Paige is fine.'”

I was a little preoccupied and missed the start of the next sentence.

“… and she’s planning to move in with her and look after her. So what do you say? Can you help me out?”

I was really lost now.

“Help you out how?”

“With the team, of course.”

That really didn’t clear things up for me.

“Say again?”

After a few more stumbling sentences back and forth, I finally got the gist of the story. Coach Taylor, who was over the girls’ varsity basketball team, was moving back to her hometown because her mother had a stroke.

Practice already had begun, and the new season would get underway in two weeks, and Neal was looking for a new head coach.

“Why not get the JV coach to step up to varsity?”

“Have you met him? He’s only a year out of college. He’s a little young to be taking over a JV team, much less a varsity squad.”

Then he added, “Plus, he’s 23 years old. I really can’t afford to have a horny young man hanging around 17- and 18-year-old girls. Can you imagine what kind of scandal that could create?”

I pictured Randi and thought that I could indeed imagine a scandal with a young woman.

“Listen, you coached these kids growing up, and you come to all the games. There’s nobody that knows these girls like you do.”

Yeah, one of them even saw my naked ass a few days ago, I thought.

“I can’t offer you much of a salary. Say $2,500, maybe as high as $3,000 if I explain to the school board that it’s an emergency.”

“The pay isn’t the problem,” I said. “It’s the scheduling I’m a little worried about. I take a five-day business trip every January. Big show, can’t miss it.”

“We’ll work around that. Reschedule a game or two if we have to. We do it all the time for bad weather.”

“My work goes into overdrive in March. What if the playoffs are going on?”

“The playoffs are in February. The only way we’d still be alive in March is if we went to the state title game, and nobody is expecting you to do that coming in cold off the street.”

“Okay, bayan escort Neal. I’ll take the offer. Let me get off this call so I can tell my assistant coach I won’t be with the youth league this season.”

I wasn’t sure how my daughter would take it, having her dad suddenly be her coach again. I hadn’t done that since she started high school.

It turned out I had nothing to fear. Paige and Lori both were excited at the news and gave me a big hug that evening.

The next afternoon I showed up at East for my first varsity practice.

Neal was right — I did know everyone on the team. Most of them came to the house from time to time, and I did see every game last season.

Tessa was easily the smallest at about 5-foot-2, but very tenacious on defense.

Autumn could dribble the ball and get into the paint at will.

Lori could shoot outside or drive the lane.

My daughter Paige was 5-foot-8, a great size for a wing player, but she was often expected to go inside and battle with bigger girls. I’d worked a lot with her on tips and tricks to get her shot off in traffic.

Kim and Crystal usually came in off the bench, but they were just as good as the starters. Kim was a great shooter, but a little bit prissy and didn’t like physical play. Crystal was just the opposite: scrappy and hard-working but couldn’t make a shot outside 10 feet.

The only player on the team who wasn’t at the Halloween sleepover was the center, Carrie.

At 6-foot-1, Carrie was easily the tallest girl on the team. While that height made her important at basketball, it also made her socially awkward. She tended to walk with her shoulders slumped and her head bowed down to seem shorter. She wasn’t fat in the least, but she had wide hips and muscular arms, but seemed very self-conscious about her size.

There were three other players on the team, but they were young and not ready to take on big roles with the team.

As the practice began, I explained why I was there and what I expected of any team I coached. I asked them to demonstrate some of the offensive plays they had practiced and then went to work tweaking their technique.

During conditioning drills, I stepped off to the side of the court and watched as they jogged laps around the gym.

Carrie had large breasts that couldn’t be fully contained, no matter how stout a sports bra she wore. Every impact of her feet sent those tits wobbling. It was like the opening shot of Baywatch with Pamela Anderson bouncing along the sand.

With an effort, I pulled my eyes away and focused on the others. escort bayan

Tessa was so petite. Short and slender. On her, average-sized breasts looked bigger. She was probably a B cup, but they fit her shape so nicely. Why, if she were nude standing in the surf with the sun glowing off her skin, she’d —

Christ, what was wrong with me? Tessa had been to my house several times. Why was I suddenly checking her out? Sure, she was just so adorably cute, but it’s not like she could be a lingerie model.

Not like Autumn and Kim.

How is it I never noticed how hot these two are? Autumn was maybe 5-5 with nicely rounded hips and perky breasts that were probably closer to a C than a B. Kim was about 5-7 with nice shaping; she also was the most girly one on the team and cleaned up nicely after the game.

Hmm, cleaning up after the game. Autumn and Kim in the showers, possibly soaping each other up. Rubbing their slippery tits together.

Jesus, what is wrong with me?

This is all Randi’s fault. I never had thoughts like this until she brought those gorgeous green eyes and perfect ass into my home.

Okay, maybe these girls weren’t my daughter like Paige, and maybe I hadn’t practically adopted them like I had Lori, but they were part of my extended family. These kinds of thoughts were unacceptable.

At the end of practice, the girls were ready to collapse, but I made them do a few cool-down stretches before heading off to the locker room.

Some of the girls were bending over to touch their toes. Despite all my previous protests against eyeballing the players, I couldn’t help but look them over, trying to decide who had the nicest butt.

Autumn and Kim had nice rears.

I was glad that I wasn’t wearing regular underwear, but a jock strap that kept my cock pulled down. Otherwise I would have had quite a bulge jutting out after staring at their fine asses.

Still, they weren’t quite to the level of the one on the end.

The shorts were pulled tight across these full, muscular cheeks, and the material was squeezed up between her thighs. I thought I could see a hint of her pouch before she rose back up.

Oh shit, it’s Lori.

Suddenly I felt a little sick on my stomach. I couldn’t believe that I was gaze-raping my daughter’s best friend.

“That’s enough, girls. Hit the showers.”

As bad as I felt about leering at Lori, there was no denying the reaction my body had. I was breathing a little faster and swelling down below was getting to the point that I was afraid someone might see.

When bayan escort gaziantep the girls left the floor for their locker room, I quickly strode into the boys’ locker room. The boys were practicing over at the fieldhouse and wouldn’t be bothering us this afternoon.

In the locker room, I couldn’t help but reach down and give the old Johnson a squeeze. It was painfully pushing against the jock strap.

Needing some relief, I slipped my hand inside my waistband and pulled my dick upright.

Instead of going down now that I was out of sight of the girls, my cock took advantage of the new position to stretch out to full length. The head was sticking out above the top of my shorts now.

Fuck me.

What was I going to do? Hide in here until it decided to go back down? Hopefully it would go back down, but what if it didn’t? My daughter was going to be waiting for me and wondering why I was taking so long.

I felt my cock strain in pleasure and realized that I was rubbing the head unconsciously.

With need overcoming my ability to reason, I stepped over to the bathroom stalls and went inside one.

I pulled my shorts and jock strap down and let my full length stretch out before me.

I massaged the stiffening shaft with my right hand as the left reached down to my hot, low-hanging balls.

Autumn and Kim moving around the court so gracefully, Carrie’s big tits bouncing as she ran.

I spit into my palm and began to really work the head with my right as the left slid up to pump the shaft.

Unbelievably, in only a minute or two, I was already feeling the pressure build as my nuts drew up higher.

I imagined watching Autumn and Kim and Carrie doing drills in the nude. Then just as I was about to reach the point of no return, my mental images returned to Lori bent over. Those thick, meaty buns. The slim gap of space at the top of her thighs leading to her sex bulging out the crotch of her shorts.

I began to erupt and quickly leaned forward to the wall behind the toilet. Blast after blast fired out from my cock and splashed into the bowl.

Even before I had finished spasming, the guilt poured in. How could I think of Lori like that? How could I think of any of them like that, but especially Lori?

No matter how much my rational mind protested, however, there was no denying the effect those girls had on my body — and one last tremor shook through me as a reminder.

Quickly, I cleaned myself off, flushed the toilet and went over to the sink to wash my hands. Before I left the room, I did a one-over, checking myself out in the mirror to make sure I wasn’t going out there with a mess sticking to me somewhere like Ben Stiller in There’s Something About Mary.

A few of the girls had already changed and left, but I returned to the court in surprisingly little time.

By the point that Paige exited the locker room, I felt almost back to normal.