“My turn,” Belle whispered.
She pushed him back on her pillows and removed his boxer briefs. Her mouth fell agape as she got her first look at his manhood. He was so large that she wondered if he would fit inside her. She positioned her body to allow him to feel her warm breath on his burgeoning erection. While looking at him, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. He moaned as he buried his hands in her blond hair. Chase massaged her head as she stroked his penis with her tongue.
“Damn, she is good,” he thought. “Damn good.”
When she lightly bit the head of his cock, he came unglued. “You are amazing.”
Grazing her teeth along the skin of his shaft, she heard him moan, “Oh shit.” She loved the way his cock felt. Taking it to the back of her throat, Belle loved the way he tickled her tonsils. His fingers, tangled in her hair, urged her head forward. She fought the gag reflex in order to draw in the last couple inches. Chance lay there muttering, “Oh my God…”
“I love this, honey, but I want to cum while I’m buried inside you,” he soughed around moans.
Belle lay on her back. “Now I get the chance to find out how good you ride,” she expressed suggestively. “You better hang on.”
After taking a moment to don a ribbed condom, Chance quickly climbed on top of her. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he penetrated her button with one stroke. Slowly, his shaft worked its way in and out, in and out, in and out.
“Faster, please faster,” Belle begged. “Fuck me Cowboy.”
Shaking his head, Chance continued to do her slow and leisurely. Belle gasped as his hand began working her clit while the length of him was still inside her.
“You are so beautiful,” he sighed. “So beautiful…”
“Quite the handsome man yourself,” Belle managed to get out around gasps. He felt so damn good. Where had he learned to fuck a woman like this?
She began writhing in a pleasured pain. Hips bucking off the bed of the bed. Nails digging into his back. Juices overflowing.
“This is one ride you won’t take by yourself,” Chance said just as the first shot came from his penis. Even though he wore the armor, he felt her walls convulse around the part of him that was buried deep in her.
“Oh my God,” erupted from Belle’s throat. She felt her knees buckle even though she was laying down. The room was spinning. She could not breathe. Her world changed orbits. Never had she experienced an orgasm as intense.
Chance continued to kiss her and he fell to the bed beside her. His chest glistened with the glow that only great sex can produce. Chance rested his head back on the pillow and let out a long, slow breath.
“Absolutely fantastic,” he proclaimed. “You little minx, that was like an outer body experience.”
Belle straddled him. “Tell me you can do that again.”
Chance laughed, “Not for thirty minutes or so.”
She climbed off him and snuggled into his side. She loved the fact that he sported very little chest hair. They snuggled; they talked. They shared hopes and dreams for their future. She really liked him and wanted know about him. After the thirty minutes, she climbed on top of him again.
“Cowboy up?”
“Cowboy up,” he agreed.
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She remembered everything: the way he kissed, the way he smelled, the way he made love to her. He stayed the night with her that fateful night. They continued the primal ritual until her mom rang at noon asking her to lunch. Belle cried off from lunch, but sadly bid Chase adieu as he dressed to leave.
A telephone ringing jarred Belle out of her dream state. She answered, “Hello?”
“Hello pretty lady,” a familiar voice came over the telephone.
“Chance!”
“What is my green-eyed siren up to,” Chance asked with a tinge of sexual frustration in his voice.
“Dreaming of our first night together,” Belle sighed. “I realized I have five more days until you get home, and I miss you.”
Belle’s doorbell peeled through the house. “Hold on, okay? Someone is at the door.”
When Belle answered the door, Chance stood in front of her.
“I guess I am five days too soon,” Chance joked. “I will leave and come back in few days.”
Belle dropped the phone and threw her arms around her man. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to surprise you,” he explained as he disentangled himself. “I need to ask you something that could not wait.”
Chance dropped to one knee, reached in his pocket, and held his arm out to her. In his outstretched arm, he held a black velvet box. Belle’s eyes started tearing up.
“Will you marry me and be my pretty lady forever?” Chance proposed.
“YES!” Belle shouted with glee as she showered him with kisses. “As long as I don’t ever have to be away from you again.”
Belle led him by the hand into her bedroom.
“Cowboy up?”
“Cowboy up.”
The End
It Happened One Sunday
Last week on Sunday after church, I didn’t feel like going home and fixing lunch, so I stopped at Wendy’s for a bite of lunch. As I sat there eating my chicken sandwich, I heard a female voice asking, “Charlie, where the hell have you been?” I looked up, and to my surprise, there was Ashley.
Ashley lived in College Club Apartments when I first moved to Fort Myers about three years ago. She was a dancer (translated: stripper) at a local club, but was very friendly and often sat with everyone at the pool evenings she wasn’t working, and all weekend long in the days. She was fun to be around, and always had new jokes. A bunch of us regularly grilled hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill by the pool, and about every other week, she’d bring steaks for everyone (the fifteen to eighteen regulars). She was just like everyone else. She’s not beautiful, cute describes her better, but she has a slender tight body. I’d moved away from College Club after my lease was up – it was just too noisy with parties going on in our building nearly every night until three or four in the morning.
Last Sunday was the first time I’d seen Ashley since leaving College Club. She was as friendly as ever and I was a little surprised that she remembered me. She asked if she could sit down and I motioned for her to sit. “Where are you livin’ now?” She asked.
“Over near Winkler and Cypress Lake in a condo.” I answered, “Why do you ask? Do you still live at College Club?”
“Wow, that’s a nice neighborhood, and no, I’m living with three other girls from the club.” She was looking not too happy.
I replied, “Ashley, you don’t look too happy about that.”
Ashley growled, “Naw, I don’t like it at all, especially since two of them have started turning tricks and bringing some of them home. Do you have a roommate where you live?”
“For about four more days, he’s in the process of moving closer to his family and work in North Fort Myers.”
“Want a new roommate?” Ashley giggled.
I looked at her and said, “Meaning you? If anyone else asked me the answer would be an absolute NO!”
“So does that mean you’d have me for a roommate?”
I snapped back, “You haven’t even seen the place yet, and I’m still not to sure, I really was looking forward to the peace and quiet of living alone.”
Ashley was not about to let up as she continued, “Well, can I at least have a look at it?”
So, we came over to my place, and she loved it. She told me, “Charlie, I’d love to live here. It’s a great place, and I know I can trust you.”
I thought immediately, “But could I trust you?” I answered her, “Let me think about it for a few days. I’ll call you later in the week.”
She kept at me, “Give my your cell number, and I’ll call you.”
So, I gave her my cell number, and took hers and put it in my cell phone.
On Wednesday evening, she called, “Hey Charlie, what about it, when can I move in?”
“Ashley, I really think I want my privacy, I like living alone and not worrying about anyone else or what they are doing.”
Ashley replied, “Charlie, you’ll never know I’m home, I’ll just stay in my room and keep quiet, besides three nights a week I wouldn’t get in until the club closes. Think about it and we can talk next weekend.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it.” And that was it until this Sunday afternoon about two o’clock.
Suddenly, I heard a loud knock on my door. I went out to see who it was, and it was Ashley and a friend of hers, Erin. Ashley is no slouch, she’s about 5'9", slender with “a” cup tits, and a cute smile. Erin, on the other hand is a knockout! She’s 5'11" tall, very slender, probably full “b” cup or maybe “c” cups. Her ass is perfectly pear shaped, and her nipples are puffy and large. Her pussy is shaved clean as a whistle. How do I know all this? That’s where it gets interesting.
I invited the girls in, and asked Ashley what she needed. Her answer was, “We’ve come to convince you to let the two of us live here!”
“Convince me? How are you going to do that?”
It was less than thirty seconds and they were both stark naked and rubbing on my shoulders saying, “Charlie, let’s get you more comfortable too!”
Erin began by pulling my polo shirt up over my head. I was still dumbstruck so I just raised my arms and let it come over my head and off. Immediately each one of them began sucking on one of my nipples. How could they know how much that arouses me? Ashley was using her hands to rub all over my chest and arms. Erin used her hands to undo my belt buckle and unbutton my pants, dropping them to the floor. We were all standing in the middle of the living room. Ashley moved up to kiss me, immediately probing my mouth with her tongue. I responded to her kisses. Both girls started working me over towards the sofa. We all plopped down on the couch and laughed as it creaked.
My mind was still in a fog. This was so sudden and unexpected I couldn’t seem to sort out exactly what was happening, but the feelings it was producing, I loved!
Most men I’ve talked to over the years always dream about a three-way with two women. Even in my dreams I never pictured me with two good looking gals in their mid-twenties, all over me with kisses, hands, and rubbing their tits against me. I guess as my age got older, I dreamed about two women in their forties doing some similar things. I decided to quit thinking and just go with the flow!
Erin pushed her tits toward my mouth, and I sucked them in one at a time. As I sucked on her nipples, she moaned softly. Ashley was pushing down my boxers at the same time. Erin was obviously enjoying the attention to her nipples because she began wiggling and moaning louder. Then I felt a warmth encompass my cock. Ashley had taken me into her mouth and was sucking softly. I thought, “This is unbelievable, am I dreaming or what?”
Quickly that thought escaped as Erin grabbed both my nipples and pinched hard! That hurt a little, but the pain was quickly replaced by her massaging my nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Erin moved down to start sucking on first one, then the other nipple. She had found me out…She could tell how sensitive I was there.
Ashley continued picking up her pace on my cock, and was sucking and bobbing more rapidly. Erin moved down to get her head under me, taking my balls in her mouth as Ashley kept sucking. Very shortly, I felt my balls begin to twitch and I could feel an orgasm about to explode. “Cummmmmmmmming,” I yelped. Ashley backed off and kept her mouth right at the tip of my cock licking the tip. Erin moved up with her face next to Ashley’s as my first spurt erupted into Ashley’s mouth and on her face. Erin quickly moved Ashley away and took my cock in her mouth to finish me off.
I just collapsed back into the sofa and the girls looked me in the eyes. Both opened their mouths to show me they had my cum still there. They looked at each other, then back at me and swallowed at the same time.
The girls then locked lips together, mingling the remaining drops of cum between their tongues. They then fell into each other’s arms in a passionate embrace. Ashley then slid down and took Erin’s pussy in her mouth sucking wildly. I watched for a few minutes, then I went down on Ashley as she was still licking and sucking on Erin’s womanhood. I took Ashley’s clit in my mouth and began flicking my tongue over it and sucking on it. Her hips began bucking in less than a minute. Ashley broke away from Erin’s pussy and lay back groaning loudly, “UUUUUhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn, Yyyyeeeesssss!” She let loose with a small stream of juices all over my face and in my mouth.
Erin pulled me in toward her pleading, “Do me now! Eat my pussy, pleasssssse!”
I obliged her request by diving in immediately. Erin was already near orgasm from Ashley’s attention so in less that a minute or two, she was shuddering and gasping as she approached her climax. She continued urging me to keep going, “Please don’t stop, I’m almost there.”
With that encouragement, I found her clit and began sucking rapidly in and out. That’s all it took for her to explode. She was bucking so hard it was tough to keep her in my mouth, so I just sucked harder. She screamed out, “Oh Fuuuuuucccccckkkkk, Yesssssss!” I was rewarded with a warming of her pussy and increased wetness. Her juices didn’t squirt, but flowed from her vagina. I kept licking until she stopped me saying, “Okay! Now it tickles.”
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I guessed we were done, but I was wrong. Erin came back up and began kissing me again, and fondling my limp manhood with her hand. She asked me, “Did you think we were through with you?”
I weakly said, “You mean you’re not?”
They didn’t answer me, but Erin leaned down and took my cock in her mouth and began flicking her tongue over it. Ashley got down on the floor and got her head between my legs taking my balls in her mouth. I began to come back to life. Ashley licked on my balls as Erin kept bobbing slowly on my cock. Ashley moved down and licked the patch of skin between my balls and my asshole. I’d not experienced that in over fifteen years. I’d forgotten how erotic that was. As much as that rejuvenated me, What came next sent me over the top. Ashley moved down to begin to rim my asshole. Erin giggled as my cock sprang back to full attention.
Ashley kept after my asshole and pushed her tongue to penetrate it slightly. This was driving me wild. Erin spoke up saying, “Come up here and fuck me Charlie, Fuck me hard!”
I moved over top of Erin and she spread her legs to give me easy penetration. Ashley kept her fingers teasing my asshole. Then as I pierced Erin’s pussy lips, Ashley stuck a finger in my ass. Wow! That got me going. I pounded Erin for about ten minutes while Ashley kept fingering my ass. Now she pushed two fingers in and reached back to begin stroking my prostate. It is hard to remember everything I felt at that point, there were so many feelings going on I just lost it into outer space. All I remember was exploding again deep into Erin’s womb, and her squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles.
I told them I was worn out. Ashley said, “You still have to fuck me. Don’t give up yet.”
I moaned and suggested we get something to drink and rest a few minutes. We all drank some diet coke and sat naked on the couch. Ashley said, “Wouldn’t the bed be a lot more comfortable?”
I agreed, and we all moved to the bedroom. We just laid on the bed relaxing for twenty minutes or so, then Ashley piped up, “Enough rest, now get over here and fuck me!”
I was still limp as a dishrag, and Ashley pushed out her lip in a pout. She then said, “I guess I have to get him ready again.”
Keep in mind that I’m sixty-six years old and renewing my erection at this point was not going to be an easy task even for two twenty-somethings. However, Far be it from me to stop them from trying. Erin first pulled her body over mine, rubbing her tits over my chest, then up into my face. I thought, “What a marvelous creature!”
Ashley had her hand on my cock and balls, and was massaging them gently. We all stayed in that weird embrace for several minutes. Erin then looked at me and said, “Charlie, eat my pussy again, lick it clean,” as she climbed over my face and lowered her womanhood to my mouth. Ashley took the opportunity to take my still limp cock into her mouth again, and re-inserted a finger in my asshole. That began to bring me back to life.
Erin kept wiggling her pussy all over my lips, and as she continued, she said, “Lick my ass now, Then fuck me in the ass with your tongue.” She moved up to put her asshole in reach of my tongue.
This wasn’t something I’d done more than a few times in my life with my third wife years ago, but I was willing to do anything these two women wanted at this point. I had become their slave for the day. I eagerly thrashed out at her asshole with my tongue. She moaned and wiggled more. Then I took my hands and separated her ass cheeks even more to get better access. When my tongue eased into her ass, it was amazing. She softly moved gently back and forth over my tongue. She begged me, “Put it in my ass, push it in as far as you can.”
She settled over my face and quit moving to allow me great access to her asshole. When I pushed with my tongue, her sphincter relaxed and let it penetrate her asshole. My tongue felt like it went in six inches, but it couldn’t have been more that about an inch and a half. In any case, She groaned loudly, saying, “Yes! Just like that, now, in and out!”
Ashley was not to be denied her fuck. I was fully erect now, and she pushed Erin off my face proclaiming, now it’s my turn!" Ashley mounted me facing away form me and on top. I think that is called the ‘reverse cowgirl’ position. These girls were driving me wild.
Ashley bounced up and down. I reached around her and grabbed her nipples, pinching them. She leaned back to give me better access to them, and started bouncing very fast. I couldn’t believe it, but I could feel another orgasm working its way through my balls. Ashley could tell I was almost there, and she kept up the pace groaning, “Uuuuuhhhhhhhggggghhhh, Oh fuck, I’m cummmmmmming!”
When she exploded, so did I. It wasn’t as powerful as the earlier orgasms, and there wasn’t a lot of cum, but it happened! Wow, I thought, “Three times in one afternoon!”
Ashley came up to my face and kissed me softly. Erin did the same, but she didn’t leave. She spread her body over mine and continued kissing with her tongue going wild in my mouth. Then, after a few minutes of that, she leaned back. Looked me in the eye and asked, “You think its possible to go one more time? I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
I was not going to say no even though I really doubted in my mind I’d be able to get it up again, but thank goodness for Viagra. When we went into the bedroom, I had taken a little blue pill, and it got me through the third time and I was hoping it would keep working for me to get my cock into her ass. Did I mention how gorgeous Erin is? Truthfully, she was beyond any dreams I’d ever had (at any age in my past) for sex with a beautiful woman. And now, here she is begging me to fuck her in the ass!
Ashley just fell back on the bed and said, “I’m going to love watching this.”
Erin licked my body from neck to the soles of my feet. She came back up and took my cock in her mouth and stuck her finger up my ass. My erection was slowly beginning to come back. She looked up at me and smiled then winked at me. That was all it took, my cock sprang back to full attention.
Erin was going to waste no time. She got on top of me and guided my cock toward her sweet little asshole. When she found the opening with the head of my cock, she pushed back against me and I felt it slip inside her. This was tight! It felt so damn good, I couldn’t help groaning and bucking against her body. I was fucking her ass, but I doubted there would be a climax. Then Ashley came back to the front, and started kissing Erin with hot passionate tongue kisses. Ashley was feeling Erin’s tits with her hands while Erin’s ass rode my cock. Ashley then bent down to lick Erin’s clit as she fucked me with her ass. Unbelievably, I could feel another climax building. It didn’t take long to come to the front and spew my sperm into Erin’s bowels. Erin moaned as she felt her bowels fill with my cum.
Now we all fell back on the bed and looked at each other. Ashley spoke first, “Well, did we convince you?” She had a huge grin on her face.
“How could I ever get any peace and quiet if you two were here all the time? I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna help the two of you find a place to yourselves. You were offering me $100 per week apiece from you, for that much, you can easily find a condo of your own to rent, or even a house. I’ll help you find that place.”
We went on the computer and looked on Craig’s List for rentals. There were tons available. The girls they’d been staying with had them convinced they couldn’t find anything for less that $1,500 per month. There was an apartment in the same complex they are in available for $850 per month.
As it turns out, just a few doors down from my place, there is a condo for rent that is fully furnished. The rent is $800 per month, and I think the girls are going to work that one out.
So, they got what they needed and I got something beyond my wildest dreams. They’ve both promised to visit again, but I’m not booking any bets on that one. If they move in down the block, I’m sure I’ll see them again, but even a second session like this past Sunday would be anti-climactic. I can’t imagine a more erotic afternoon could have ever occurred at anytime in my life!
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
My Big Dick
On this site, many people get upset with all of the long penises and the huge breasts. It sometimes seems that nobody is average sized, let alone smaller than average. With this in mind, I hesitated to write about my own experiences fully, because, you see, I do have a large penis. Not to brag, that is just the way it is. So, with apologies, I will share with you the best sexual experience I have had, with apologies for having to feature my large penis. Let us start with some background.
My penis was always large. In high school it was over 5 inches long soft, just hanging around. It was the largest soft dick I had seen. But it wasn’t just the length. It was also quite large around. It was the thickest that I had seen, also. And when erect the damn thing became even thicker. The circumference made it seem even bigger. It gave it an almost surreal appearance. That was great advertising, as guys would see it in the locker room or gym class and discuss it afterwards. Sometimes they would tell girls about it. And once a few girls saw it there was no stopping the talk. This led to extra dates for me, especially dates with girls interested in sex, as the word got around.
When erect my dick was very fat and well in excess of 8 inches long. Excess is a good word, for no-one really needs a dick that long. It’s like a girl with DD breasts. It’s a good conversation point, and nice to play with, but totally unnecessary. I can’t really compare my erect size with others, because I have little knowledge of erections other than my own.
But this story takes place when I was 26. In fact, I had been in a bad marriage for nearly 2 years. It had been a mistake that we realized early on, but hung in there in an effort to make it work. When we broke up I was left with a nice little house and little else. My little sister, Becky, was only 23. She had the family home, a nice house complete with swimming pool, as our parents had retired and moved south.
I got some use out of the pool as well. I would usually come over 2 or 3 times a week to use the pool. I had been an athlete in school. Not a star, but not bad. Mostly I had gotten a good body out of it. Lifting weights, running, and swimming in the family pool was most of my exercise, as it had been in school. I had nice biceps, a hard chest and abs, and a trim physique that I didn’t want to lose. I was tall, good looking, and had wavy black hair, all helping to attract women. My big dick didn’t help too much as an adult, as the ladies didn’t know about it until we started getting intimate.
The day of my greatest sexual glory started off quite ordinarily. It was a Saturday, and as usual I went out “home” to work out in the pool. On this day my sister wasn’t going to be there, as she and some friends had a big shopping trip planned. On days when I was going to be alone I wore loose, flimsy bathing trunks with no support. It was a relief to let my dick hang free and float freely in the pool, but it could be a little revealing if other people were around.
I did my warm ups and, after a rigorous workout in the pool, my cool down. It was a beautiful day, so I decided to have a couple drinks and relax in the sun on a lounge chair. It was then that I was invaded by my sister and three of her friends. They came banging and giggling through the back gate. I was more surprised to see them than they to see me.
They all giggled hello.
“Hi,” I answered. “You’re home early.” It was a statement, not a question. I didn’t expect them to be home for hours, long after I was gone.
Becky answered. “We found a big sale on swim suits, and It is such a beautiful day we decided to cut our shopping short and spend our time here.”
While I talked to Becky, the other girls had slipped inside and changed quickly into their suits. Each was fairly small and showed off their bodies well. I felt a stirring in my loins as they walked out. I was suddenly reminded of how long it had been since I had last had sex.
Jenna was the sexiest, most outgoing, with the largest breasts. She liked showing them off, with her long blond hair reaching down to the gentle slope of her chest. Kathy’s breasts were almost as big, but she had a smaller waist that accented her hips nicely. She and Molly both had brown hair, cut fairly short, with Molly’s breasts being the smallest of the group. But they were still pert, very shapely and attractive. All of the suits seemed to reveal nearly as much skin as was legal.
I looked at my sister. “It looks like they picked out some very sexy items.”
“Control yourself, boy,” Becky smiled. “Especially when you see mine.” Becky had brown hair as well, but nearly as long as Jenna’s. She had great breasts with large areolas and big nipples. I had seen them on a few occasions. Hey, she was my sister, but she was still a girl, and I had always been interested in girls.
As the girls took a place around the pool, we started talking and Becky left to change. It was exhilarating to be suddenly surrounded by these scantily clad beauties. My sister was a babe, and her friends were just as hot!
When Becky returned her suit lived up to expectations. It might have been the sexiest of the bunch. But since she was my sister I gave my attention to the others. They noticed, too. Fortunately they were complimented by the fact that I couldn’t keep my eyes off their bodies. Well, it was why they bought the suits, wasn’t it?
I was being careful to make sure that my dick didn’t find its way out of my loose suit. I could feel it twitch if I concentrated on the girls very long, and I didn’t want to put on a free unintentional show. I also heard a couple comments about my dick or my package that they didn’t think I heard. These were not Becky’s high school friends. How did they know? Did Becky have a big mouth? Probably.
After many personal and suggestive comments - we were all sex-crazed twenty somethings, after all - I started worrying that I was getting too turned on. I thought it was about time for a dip in the pool to cool me off before I got an erection. Pulling my suit down to make sure I was covered, I crept over to the pool and slipped in.
Unfortunately I didn’t realize that my wet shorts would cling to me when I got out of the pool. I wasn’t showing, but the outline of my penis left little to the imagination. That really started the comments.
“Wow, your dick really is as big as I was told,” said Molly.
That was typical of the conversation from then on. It sort of opened up the flood gates. Everyone seemed to be allowed to comment on my dick, and they gathered around closer to my lounge chair. I believe Molly was the first to touch me, placing her hand lightly on my knee.
“Careful, Molly,” said Kathy. “You might give him an erection!”
Molly and Kathy laughed, but Jenna pulled up closer on my other side, placing her hand above my other knee. “Oh, yeah, let’s do that,” Jenna said. “I would love to see that thing.”
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Molly moved her hand up just above my knee as far as Jenna’s was, but Jenna’s hand slid up my leg towards my shorts. Just her fingertips went up and down the inside of my thigh, giving me chills while she smiled evilly at me.
“Come on,” Jenna purred. “Show us what it’s like.”
I looked back at her, took a deep breath, and tried to think what I should do. My thoughts were pretty muddled when I heard my sister scream.
“Oh, my God!” shouted Becky. “Look!”
She was standing at the foot of my lounge and was pointing at my shorts, where the head of my dick was just peeking out of the bottom. It had started hardening and growing and peaked out at the girls. Of course they were all looking. They pointed, shrieked, and laughed. With all of the commotion I lost my beginning erection, and it went back into my shorts.
“Where did it go?” asked Molly.
“Here it is!” said Jenna, who had lifted up the bottom of my pant leg. Everyone giggled again at Jenna’s actions.
“Girls, I think it’s time to unveil him!” said Kathy.
Kathy playfully pulled at the waistband of my shorts. She pulled them down just a little, my pubic hair not yet showing. For a moment I thought it was all just a tease, but then Jenna joined in pulling them down and suddenly the base of my dick was fully exposed to the girls. Gasps all around, then giggling, then several comments urging them down further. Kathy and Molly complied, pulling my shorts further down, forcing them from underneath my ass, and exposing my entire penis to them all. Someone yanked them off my feet as I felt a hand on my penis. It pressed on it, then wrapped around it. It was Jenna, who was enthralled at looking at it and her hand as it began tracing up the shaft. Kathy’s fingers rubbed over the head of my dick, then also ran down the length. Their fingers were feeling all over my penis and driving me wild.
“Holy shit, what are you doing?” asked Becky. She and Molly were standing there watching with interest. I understood why my sister wasn’t touching me, but I didn’t know about Molly. And I didn’t have much ability to think about it.
Jenna had dropped her top to show off her beautiful heavy breasts. She leaned in, rubbing her breasts on my penis, rubbing its head into her soft tit flesh, and pushed her rigid nipple into my pee hole. She leaned a little closer, then placed her lips on the tip of my dick. They stretched over the head, her jaw seemingly as wide as it could get. Then I felt her tongue on the tip, licking it and pushing into my pee hole as well. With her hand, and Kathy’s, still gripping and rubbing my shaft, I was nearly out of my mind with pleasure.
Jenna took my dick out of her mouth, gasping for air. “Damn, that is the biggest fucking dick I ever saw!”
“I think we all knew that,” Molly said.
“Yeah, but in my mouth I really got an idea of just how huge it is,” she replied. “It feels even bigger than it looks.”
That brought a couple of gasps.
Jenna continued. “Shit, I can’t imagine how that thing would feel in my pussy.”
More mutterings from the girls, until Molly yelled, “Jenna! What are you doing?”
Jenna had yanked her thong down and off one leg, and straddled my lounge chair. She brought her naked pussy down towards my dick. It was still gripped in her hand, and she guided it toward her slit. Everyone, including me, just stared at her as she placed the head of my dick at her pussy hole and pushed.
“Shit,” she said. “It’s so fucking big.”
“Jenna!” my sister yelled. “Stop!”
Jenna paid no attention to her. She pulled my dick along her slit, getting it wetter. Her pussy was wet, and soon my dick was soaked as well. She placed the head back at her hole and lowered herself onto it again.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. She kept moaning as she lowered herself, raised up, then lowered herself again. Slowly she sank her body onto my shaft until most of it had disappeared up inside of her. Her heavy breasts swayed gently with each movement.
“My God,” she said. “Ohhh, I am sooo full.”
She held me still inside her as her pussy muscles rippled over my shaft. She raised and lowered herself slowly while her head rolled back, her mouth open breathing hard, and suddenly she shuddered in a climax I felt on my shaft. So much so that I gave in and shot my load deep into Jenna.
She held perfectly still as her orgasm subsided. My cock began deflating a bit and Jenna actually sank a little further down, my shaft going deeper into her. She moaned again and snapped out of her trance, regaining control of her body.
“My God,” she mumbled again, several times, as she held herself up and began raising off my penis. “Kathy, you have to do that. Wow.”
As Kathy started moving, Molly stepped in front of her, cutting her off. Molly had somehow already removed her thong and raised her leg over me to straddle my lap. She reached down to grip my cum covered shaft. It had not deflated too much, still mostly erect. I could see her pussy was also wet. I wondered if she had cum while I was fucking Jenna. I mean, while Jenna was fucking me. She held my dick at her pussy hole and lowered herself onto it. It went in easier than i had Jenna.
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Molly still moaned as she impaled herself on my cock. Moaning nonstop, she forced herself down onto my shaft, soon back at full hardness, raising up a little then forcing herself down again. She was now nearly yelling. It didn’t take her long before she began cumming in torrents, truly yelling out her enjoyment.
Kathy moved over, standing beside me, pushing at Molly to get her off me faster. She was completely nude, playing with herself, pinching her nipples and fingering her pussy. As soon as she could, she got on top of me and shoved my cock into her cunt. Her pussy was completely bare, and dripping wet. She was looser than the other two girls, though my cock still had to force its way up inside of her, slowly making its way up her channel. Kathy bent over, nearly laying on me, moving her hips up and down on my shaft. Her tits were laying on my chest, moving around, jiggling, her nipples sometimes rubbing mine. I grabbed her hips to help keep her balance, and started driving up into her. She was the first one that I felt I could actually help fuck.
As she raised up a bit, her tits came off my chest. I managed to crane my neck enough to get one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked on it, biting it, causing her very pleasurable pain. She raised upright and drove her hips down onto mine. My cock was driven all the way into her, the first girl to take it all the way, and she was driven into ecstasy, screaming into the air as she orgasmed. She rolled off me slowly, collapsing onto the ground beside the chair.
With my first orgasm and the interruptions, I had held off a secondr orgasm, and now was sorry I had. I laid there on the lounge chair with my dick sticking straight up, dripping cum, and throbbing. Is it possible for it to be red and purple at the same time? I wanted to grab it and jack off, then thought maybe I should go inside to do it.
Before I could get up I heard Jenna say, “What are you waiting for?”
I looked at her to see what she wanted me to do, but she wasn’t talking to me.
“Yeah, Becky,” said Molly. “Go for it.”
“You have to feel that,” encouraged Kathy.
Becky just looked at them. She was hot, sweaty, like watching all of the action had raised her blood pressure to dangerous levels. “He’s my brother,” she informed them.
“Who gives a shit?” Jenna asked. “You have to feel that mother inside you.”
Kathy looked at her, “Who cares if you’re related. That is an experience you have to have.”
I noticed Becky was also bottomless, and was playing with her pussy as they spoke. I didn’t even think of her being my sister. Our eyes met, and I said, “I need to cum.”
Instead of arguing or offering alternatives, Becky leaped at me and spread her legs over me. Her hand guided my cock to her sopping wet pussy and pushed inside. She yelled in pain as she shoved herself down onto it. She lifted up an inch and drove a few more inches, yelling in pain again. When she was nearly impaled on the entire length, she quit trying to go further and just pumped herself quickly on my shaft. We drove into each other for a while, both of us overwhelmed with everything that had gone on. Soon I was overcome with the assault and was glad to feel my balls start to boil. The cum shot out of my cock and into my sister, my hips rising up with my orgasm. It seemed to set her off as Becky let loose with her own, yelling more in relief than anything else.
Coming to, Becky rolled off me and was soon curled up off to the side, overcome with embarrassment and regret. I was relieved to have my orgasm over and to be done fucking, as my cock was very sore. The other girls were beginning to stir. They held hands and gathered close to me. Their hands stroked my body. They played a little with my dick, but it was mostly just touching me anywhere in a show of appreciation and solidarity. Becky was brought into the circle, and she started feeling better when no-one mentioned our relationship, just all sharing the experience as equals.
“We have to do this again,” Jenna said.
“Now?” I asked, scared that my cock would start bleeding if I used it any more.
“Hell, no,” she said. “My pussy couldn’t stand it. But next Saturday, right here, we do it again.”
Everyone quickly agreed, enthusiastically. Everyone but Becky. I had a feeling I would not be fucking her again, and I was glad. That would just be weird. As it happened, it had just seemed like sex, a continuation of sex with almost unknown cunts. But if we did it again, it would seem more like fucking my sister because it would be planned. I didn’t really want that, and neither did she.
We did meet the next weekend, but somehow the group session did not materialize. I did fuck Jenna, but it was inside, in private. I fucked Molly and Kathy again as well, but not that day, and, again, in private. A day like that day had been only comes around once.
The End
Any Spare Change?
The first time I tried anal sex was with my wife, but even with lots of lubricant I couldn’t get more than two inches of finger or just the knob of my penis into her asshole before she cried out and made me stop. She made it clear that if I continued with this sort of experiment I wouldn’t be putting my cock into ANY of her holes!
Some months later I had a work project that needed me to stay overnight in the City once a week. The job paid a fixed daily amount for expenses so I chose a cheap, but clean hotel in a bad part of town and that meant I had money for other things.
Two teenage girls seemed to hang around a lot outside the hotel and asked passersby, “Do you have any spare change?” I’d give them a few coins and chat with them. At other times they would ask, “Can you spare a dollar for bus fare?” though I never saw them at the bus stop!
One day I bought them a meal of burger and fries that they ate hungrily. “If you were old enough you could come up to my room and earn some real money.” I offered. Amy, the older girl, said they were old enough for anything I wanted to do, but I had my doubts about Betty. However, when I told her that, Betty produced a grubby Wisconsin driver’s license showing she was eighteen years and three months old.
Reassured, I took both girls up to my room in the hotel. It was the sort of place where all types of people were coming in and out, so nobody took any notice of us.
“You can do anything you like, but no anal sex.” Amy said. She was slim and dark and stripped quickly after I gave her a few dollars. Betty was hesitant, but took off blouse and bra then dropped her shorts and panties. She was pale-skinned with almost no pubic hair, while Amy had a thick brown bush.
As we’d agreed, for the first time I fingered their bodies and sucked nipples while they took turns licking my balls and sucking my cock. As I got close to cumming, I knelt above Betty and Amy stroked my penis until sperm shot onto Betty’s breasts. That was very nice!
When I saw the girls the next week Amy was ready for me. “You need to get your cock into us,” she said, and I did. I lay on my back while Amy first sucked me, and then squatted to take my penis into her vagina. I pulled on her nipples, and reached over to explore Betty’s crotch until I came.
In those days I could recover quite quickly, and by the time we’d eaten some food I was ready to push into Betty. I’m sure she’d been fucked quite a lot, but there was an innocence and tenderness about the way she tried to encourage my thrusts. Amy fingered my ass and balls and I exploded into Betty’s tight vagina.
Amy kept asking for more money and offering more ideas. One time she lay in the bath tub and I peed over her lower body. This golden shower was not something I felt the need to do often, but I did find the experience very erotic.
I rinsed her and cleaned her crotch with soapy hands and a slippery finger felt for the back hole. “I’d pay more money to get up your anus,” I told her, but she said she couldn’t. “Then why not get Betty to open up for me?” I asked.
Amy’s eyes opened wide at the thought of selling Betty’s virgin ass-hole. “I know she’s never done it, but I don’t know who she’s saving it for, if not you.” She went into the bedroom and I heard Betty gasp and then she started crying quietly.
“You’ll hurt me too much with your big cock,” she sobbed. I told her it was just an idea we’d been discussing, and that we’d continue as normal next week.
However, it was clear that Amy was intent on Betty earning the extra money I’d offered. The next time the girls were in my room a very pale Betty stripped off and kissed me sweetly.
“Please be gentle,” she asked, and shuddered a little as both her hands tightened round my very erect penis. She sucked me, and then laid back for me to fuck her slippery vagina for a while.
Amy was kissing Betty and feeling her nipples. “It’s time for you to do it, girl,” she said, and I pulled out so Betty could lift her legs up high and reveal the tight, pink hole of her anus.
The hotel supplied body lotion and Amy tipped some into her hand to lubricate Betty’s hole and my cock. Amy took hold of my penis and guided it towards the prize. Just the tip of my knob went in, and I felt Betty tense. Then she relaxed; I think Amy was fingering her clitoris as well, and more of my penis slid into her.
It was incredibly hot as the knob was fully enclosed in her and her breath seemed to gasp in my ear. I kissed her and told her she was wonderful to permit me to enter her anus, and how good it felt.
Amy was fingering herself as she watched, and she ordered me to pull back a little for more lubricant. It seemed to me that almost the most erotic part of the adventure was having Amy’s fingers spreading the lotion on my cock and around Betty’s ass!
Now I was gaining full access as I stood beside the bed and let my weight push forward into the young girl’s hole. I was in there all the way! My balls slapped against Betty’s buttocks as I reached maximum penetration. Now, how would she take thrusting?
I pulled out my slippery cock, and rolled Betty over onto her knees. I’d enjoyed Betty’s cunt in the doggy-style position before, but this time my penis pushed back into her asshole. The feeling was sensational! She gasped as I went in full length and then I started to fuck.
She took everything I pushed into her, and I reached round to finger her nipples and clitoris. She was crying, but it didn’t seem to be from pain and I wasn’t going to stop anyway! There was a spasm and I’m pretty certain that Betty had an orgasm as I shot cum into her ass. I rolled off her, and we lay exhausted.
“Does this mean I don’t get any today,” asked Amy, and I had to admit that this was possible. In a little while, though, I looked over at Amy’s hairy crotch and started licking her. I went and washed in the bathroom, and by that time I had done that I was stiff enough to get into Amy, though I didn’t reach the point of release.
For the next few weeks we had a variety of sessions, with five different holes I could use. The girls were not doing too well, though. They were not looking after themselves and I suspected that most of their money was going to buy drugs. My work project was just about complete, anyway, and I had one last session with the girls that used all their possibilities.
As they were about to dress, Amy took my hand and put it between her buttocks. I felt the heat there. “In time, I think I probably will let you fuck into my ass-hole,” she said. But I never got in her there, because although I looked for them on future visits to the City, I never again found Amy and Betty.
The End
Taken
She loved the way the air moved over her skin – all of her skin – every time she took a step. She was dressed, but the whole of her outfit was lace. All of her skin was breathing. A good thing as she was almost in a sweat due to her nerves and her arousal.
She had dressed as instructed. She had awoken to find her clothes laid out for her in fact. When she’d arrived at his house yesterday after so many months of correspondence and telephone conversations, her nerves had been frayed to almost nothing. Together, they had enjoyed a leisurely dinner. They’d set together in front of his roaring fireplace, which took up the whole of one massive stone wall, sipping sweet wine and talking late into the night.
She knew that this polite evening was constructed only for her benefit. After so much time spent getting to know one another, exchanging photographs and revealing secret fantasies and desires, she’d assumed that by the time they met there would be no reason to be nervous. Perhaps no reason, but even so, when she’d knocked on the heavy oak front door, she’d been terrified. When he’s whisked the door open to reveal his familiar, yet still unexpected, furrowed brow and dark eyes… his imposing physique looming over her… she’d almost fainted then and there on his doorstep.
She could tell by the way his eyes pierced straight through her, by the intimate way that he leaned in to murmur in her ear… murmurs that were almost primal growls. She could tell that he was ready for her. But he waited. He waited for her to relax… for her to be able to submit completely. It was what they both craved. So tonight he granted her the illusion of safety… of civility… of restraint. But just tonight.
Restraint. She was exhausted by it. The cocoon she’s constructed for herself out of all of her repressive years of propriety was now beginning to feel more like a prison than a sanctuary. She wanted to experience the total abandon and freedom of giving her body to a man, completely, without her mind constructing all of the usual roadblocks. Until now, she had always remained too much in her head, worried about her size and the impression it made on her lover. Never had she taken a moment to realize at any given moment and in the midst of any of her many relationships (that she always somehow found a reason to walk away from) that she had a lover, in large part, because of her juicy, voluptuous body.
Lovers, yes. Plenty she’d had. But satisfaction? Never. And as the realization that each new playmate was not the man of her fantasies (that she had unconsciously been seeking her entire adult life), she would shut the door on each stunned face abruptly and without hesitation. Her string of broken hearts was war torn and bloody indeed.
She inspected herself in the full length mirror. She had been prepared to hate what she saw, but the image of her ripe body encased in this scrumptious costume was itself quite stimulating. Her long lace gloves and longline lace bra that surrounded her curves down to her very short lace ruffle petticoat were a study in wanton imagery. To be clad all in white, complete with a marabou puff garter and even a mini tulle veil was meant to send the message that here stood no innocent virgin, but a scarlet strumpet waiting to be taken. Needing to be taken. Her costume blatantly stated his clear intention that here was a wanton harlot, eager to be violated.
A soft breeze heralded his arrival. Ironic, as she knew he intended to rule with an iron fist tonight.
“Face me”, he said ominously.
She turned.
She shivered under his gaze. He studied her fully… openly… feasting upon her with his eyes. She knew by the look in those dark eyes that her time to acclimate had come to an end. He would have what he wanted tonight.
Her eyes traveled down to his left hand. In it he held a riding crop. In the moment that her eyes widened with the realization of what he held, he closed the space between them. Sliding a hand under her veil, he roughly grabbed a handful of her lion’s mane and tilted her face up to meet his. The initial brushing of his lips against hers was surprisingly gentle, but temporary. Soon, she was crushed against him, his tongue and teeth snacking on her red, pouty lower lip.
“You’ve dressed to receive me,” he growled into her ear.
She felt the riding crop traveling up her inner thigh and gasped, “I do as my Master commands.”
He tapped against her inner thighs with the riding crop, a clear message that she should widen her stance. He slid the crop up the inside of one thigh, across her wet lacey pussy and down the inside of the other thigh, to her knee, where he tapped her smartly but innocently.
“Lie on the bed, slut,” he growled. She moved swiftly, if unsteadily - terrified in her arousal. She sat, and he pushed her roughly onto her back. “Spread those legs. Hold them open, and pull that petticoat up as far as you can” he ordered. She complied, and he immediately set to a painful pussy spanking, making sure to make direct contact between the tip of the crop and the obviously hard and distended clit clearly straining against the slip of lace barely covering her leaking slit.
When she was sure she could bear it no more, he quickened the pace of the beating, hitting her swollen pussy harder. “Pull your tits out and abuse those fat nipples, bitch,” he yelled as he savagely punished her quivering cunt.
She pulled the cups of her bra down, her big tits falling out into her hands. She grabbed onto her nipples, pulling, twisting and pinching them simultaneously and as hard as she could. She immediately came under her new Master’s riding crop, and screamed through the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.
He continued the pussy spanking until she’d ridden the hardest waves of the orgasm before throwing the crop across the room and finishing her off with his open hand, enjoying the wet squelch and the flying juices with each swat.
Just as she thought she would have a moment to recover before he continued his abuse, he thundered, “Did I give you permission to cum, cunt?!”
And then he was on top of her, his fingers back in her hair, grabbing big handfuls at her scalp and tilting her face up into his. Leaning down until they were nose to nose, he murmured, “I’m going to fist your hole now. It would be in your best interest not to cum until I say so.”
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He moved off of her, slightly to the side, still holding her by the hair with one hand. The other hand slid down to her still stinging cunt. “Raise your hips,” he said, reaching underneath her and pulling her lacey panties off and then up her raised legs, tossing them onto the floor.
Gently, surprisingly so, he rubbed her clit… soothingly, for several minutes. Her hips were now in the air, humping against the now loving hand that only moments before had beaten her so soundly. Abruptly, he slapped hard at her startlingly distended clit. She screamed. Quivering… biting her lip… he knew she was trying very hard not to cum. Little beads of sweat were shivering on her forehead. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her deeply, obviously proud of her effort. She moaned desperately into his mouth, overwhelmed by her effort and the strong affection she felt for her new heavy-handed Master.
Sucking hard on her tongue, he slid 3 fingers into her sopping cunt, working her hole deep and making sure to spread his fingers and stretch her as much as he could before adding another finger and repeating this process and then his thumb and doing so again. With his knuckles resting against her pubic bone, he rose up to kneel between her legs. With his free hand, he pressed his thumb hard onto her clit, as though pressing a button. Maintaining this pressure, he ground relentlessly against her clit as he shook the hand inside her – as though rattling a locked doorknob. Again her hips rose off the bed. The beads of sweat were again pronounced, and were now not only on her forehead, but had spread a full sheen across her upper body – her tits glowing in the waning light of the room.
His fist popped inside of her hole, creating a wet sucking sound as he moved it back and forth, fucking her deeply. He moved the thumb on her clit, so that he could grab it and twist it like a nipple as he fisted her hungry hole. Her hips were still in the air, bucking desperately – riding the fist that was invading her fuckhole.
Her moans had now turned to desperate wails, and her eyes were wide – never leaving him. He could see that she was waiting for a signal that she could cum. He knew that she’d been ready for some time. She was obviously a wonderful slut. His slut.
Giving her clit one more savage pinch, he pulled his fingers off of her and she watched him unzip his trousers, his huge cock – leaking precum – lolled out, obviously eager to sink into something wet and wanton. He had yet to let up on the intensity with which he was fisting her cunt, but now he stopped. Holding his fist still inside her, he moved closer to her. He pushed her hips down on the bed and rolled her hips back, so that her fist filled cunthole now directly faced the ceiling. From this vantage point, he could look down into her asshole.
He spread her legs wider, and leaned forward, sliding two fingers into her mouth. Leaning back again, he slid them both slowly but fully into her asshole, which greedily swallowed them whole. He fingerfucked her ass roughly, jabbing his fingers deep into her with staccatoed strokes. Then, opening them, as though making a peace sign, he stretched her asshole open. He spit in it, working his fingers into her again.
He pulled his fingers out of her ass and spit into his open palm, slathering the wetness onto his cock. He positioned his mushroom head against her puckered hole. He popped his cockhead into her, moving it slightly back and forth. Then, with no warning, he rammed the entire length of his cock fully into her ass, his balls slapping her asscheeks.
He wondered if she could hear him over her screaming, but even so – he gave his permission. As he fisted her abused cunt and rutted into her ass like an animal, he released her. Again grabbing her clit and inflicting as much pain on it as he knew she could stand, he yelled, “Cum, whore!”
She squirted, covering them both in so much cum that they and the bed beneath them were sodden. She collapsed onto the mattress, unmoving and barely conscious as he continued violating her – following her orgasm with his own almost immediately.
Moaning like the whore she now knew she was, she enjoyed the sensation of his cum filling her ass in thick, ropey squirts. His strokes on her clit were softer and smoother now, and his fist in her cunt was now only rotating slowly instead of delivering his previous sharp, deep fucking.
He collapsed on her, his fist and cock still filling her holes, crushing her mouth against his. Softly, he stroked her hair with his free hand. “You are mine now,” he whispered. “I’ve marked you. Do you submit?”
She wrapped her arms and legs completely around him. Tears were streaming down her face. “I am yours, Master. Please, use me as you see fit. Use my body hard for your pleasure. Please,” she cried.
“Mmmm… I love my slut,” he murmured as he found her lips again. Her holes were still full of her new Master, as she hoped they always would be.
The End
Spank Me, Please!
I heard the door open, and looked up. There he was, right on time. At 7:55 each morning, Joshua came into the coffee shop near campus, where I was working as a barista. I’d been there about six months, since the start of the school year, and had gotten to know several of the regulars pretty well. But Joshua especially. He was an attractive man, which had gotten my attention initially, but more importantly, we had instantly hit it off.
We bantered back and forth in our brief conversations each morning, obvious chemistry fueling our jokes and stories. He had an uncanny way of remembering everything I’d ever shared with him about my life. From a series of two-minute interactions each day, he had pieced together enough information about me to come up with surprising insights now and then, and he was one of the few people who always noticed if I was especially happy or a bit down.
And then there was his meticulous persona, which fascinated me. He was always impeccably dressed, his tailored suits showing off his strong physique. He always kept the same routine, arriving at the same time and ordering the same drink: a grande low-foam latte, at exactly 169 degrees. And believe me, as charming and friendly as he could be, he wasn’t afraid to send back the drink if it wasn’t exactly as he liked it. This behavior in itself could have been irritating, or at least comical. But he also had an easy-going confidence that was endearing.
Joshua was 39, he had shared one day, to my 20. He was a divorced businessman, and I was a single college student. But in spite of these differences, our friendship was easy, never forced. Our banter sometimes bordered on double-entendre, and I’d noticed him checking me out now and then, but somehow it didn’t bother me the way it might with other guys. He never failed to pay more attention to my mood or my words than my chest, and that was enough for me to trust his motives.
I should probably explain that I am an unusually attractive young woman, so attention from men is nothing new. I’m 5'8" and sexy, 36-28-34. My most noticable features are my natural red hair, which I wear long and in waves, and my big blue eyes. As a somewhat jealous friend said to me once, quoting her favorite 80’s movie, “I don’t think it’s a matter of opinion, empirically you are attractive.”
Which was all well and good, but I tried to explain to her that it didn’t automatically bring me what I wanted from a relationship. Believe it or not, a girl can grow tired of guys obsessing over her perfect body and doing everything in their power to get her in the sack.
Joshua interrupted this daydream with another of his uncanny comments.
“So, Amanda. How’s life? Do you have all that you want and need?”
I blushed. How did this guy always seem to know what I was thinking?
“Well, I can’t say I have everything, but I can’t complain, either!”
“That’s a great attitude, but a beautiful, talented young woman like yourself shouldn’t settle. You should go for what you want.”
“Well, OK, but I don’t know if I can do that right here in the coffee shop,” I replied with a wink, a deliberate attempt at double entendre.
Smiling, Joshua made the most of an opening I hadn’t even realized I’d given him. “Well then, perhaps it’s time you let me take you away from here, so that we can talk more about exploring your desires in life. Let me buy you a drink sometime?”
I blushed again. I had told myself when I took this job that I wouldn’t date customers. But this was different - it was Joshua, who had become my friend. And it was also Joshua, a very attractive and intriguing man I’d be happy to have a drink with. What the hell.
“OK, sure, I’d love to!”
“Great. Shall we say tomorrow evening? Looking forward to it already, Amanda.”
The time passed like molasses. I have to admit, it surprised me how much I was looking forward to the date, like a giddy schoolgirl. Would I enjoy his company as much on a ‘real date’ as I did in our brief moments together at the coffee shop? Could he possibly offer me something I hadn’t yet found in a relationship? That element that was missing with the younger guys I’d been out with recently?
We had agreed to meet at the bar. I was so nervous that, even after taking an hour to settle on my favorite little black dress, I still showed up 15 minutes early. I ordered a glass of red wine and waited. When he arrived, right on time of course, he spotted me instantly, and gave me a warm smile and wave from across the room. He joined me at the bar and ordered a drink - Maker’s Mark Manhattan, straight up, with a cherry. Of course.
“So, Amanda, you’re looking lovely this evening. How are you?”
Still waiting for the alcohol to calm my nerves a bit, I babbled. Told him about my classes that semester, about the phone conversation I’d had with my mom that day, about tensions between baristas at the coffee shop. When I realized I’d talked for ten minutes straight, I came up with an open-ended question for him, hoping he’d take over.
“So, how did you get into the construction business?”
I knew he owned his own construction company, but had no idea of the story he shared with me now, about how he had started at the very bottom, as an hourly worker on jobsites, and worked his way up. I studied his strong hands as he talked, and admired his ability to move from grunt work to company ownership.
He then moved on to sharing a bit more about his divorce - it came up because he’d had a phone call from his ex just before joining me that evening. She was a ‘good woman,’ but there were certain unmet needs in the relationship, and it just wasn’t working out.
“So, Amanda, let’s get back to our conversation yesterday. It’s clear to me that there’s something you want out of life that you’re not sure how to get, or you’re afraid to ask for.”
Again, just as I had yesterday, I blushed. Did that give him a clue?
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