Learning theSpanish Way
George Meyer was pissed. Plenty pissed. “Fifty two fucking years old!” He ranted. “Twenty two fucking years of my life to finally get to the home office and now they want to fly my ass to Colombia? Fuck that!”
He crumpled the e-mail which his secretary had printed out for him and hurled it at the wastebasket. As usual, it missed, joining the other missiles that lay on either side of the yawning opening.
The office was roomy and comfortable as suited the Director of Marketing for this large international furniture company. George was smart, personable and tireless. He moved from General Sales Manager for the Midwest Region to this position two years ago. His three kids were grown, his wife died of cancer two years ago.
But now the company was expanding as manufacturing moved to China and they wanted an international footprint. So, George Meyer was asked, well told, to get his ass to Bogotá, Colombia to train the Central American sales force.
George spoke no Spanish. None. But as he had been told at the meeting he would have a fully bi-lingual sales manager who would help him with the training and the company had arranged for a Berlitz crash immersion Spanish course for him starting that evening.
Despite his growling and bitching, George Meyer was a good soldier and of course, he would go to Berlitz, take the fucking six-week course of private tutoring, then go to fucking Bogotá, and do a sensational job.
He wheeled the Lexus into the spacious parking lot of the office building that housed the Berlitz School, sighed a sigh of resignation and lifted his six-foot, one hundred eighty pound frame out of the car. George was an avid racket ball player, half marathoner and swimmer so at fifty-two he was still buffed and energetic. George had a rugged face, not bad looking but not magazine cover handsome. He had salt and pepper hair, cut short and tended toward blue or tan blazers and slacks.
He took the elevator up to the fourth floor, looked at his watch and realized by the time he left here he would have been on the go for over fifteen hours. “So, what else is new?” he muttered.
He introduced himself at the small front desk where a rather plump Spanish looking lady in what he guessed was her mid fifties, smiled at him and said, with a slight accent, “Have a seat Mr. Meyer, Mrs. Penuela will be right with you.”
“Why do all Spanish broads have to wear clothes that show half their boobs?” George wondered to himself. Not that he minded, he thought. But that one could lose twenty and be a knock out.
As he completed the thought and sat down on a slim couch with very thin cushions, a girl spun through the door next to the desk that George assumed led to the classrooms. “Speaking of knock outs,” George continued his thoughts. “There is one in the flesh.”
She had long, shoulder length black hair, a skirt that ended just above her knees, huge brown eyes and a smile that looked like halogen lights turned on high beam. She was about five four, he figured. She had on a red V-neck sweater that
showed an ample bust line that just had to be natural. Her waist was trim and she exuded energy.
“Senior Meyer?” She inquired in a deep voice with a lovely Spanish accent. George felt it from his cheeks to his crotch. This one was special!
“Uh – yeah! Right!” He stuck out his hand and she took it in her small one. It was electric to the touch and he knew he was blushing, if ever so slightly. “I am so glad that you picked Berlitz, Senor Meyer. This is for business, yes?” Her voice, as she spoke English had no trace of an accent whatsoever. He couldn’t even place it in the U.S. lexicon and he was pretty good at placing accents on a regional basis.
“Where you from, Mrs. Penuela?” He asked politely as they went through the doors and down a narrow hallway.
“Ah, Senor Meyer, in here call me Senora! I was born in Colombia, but came here at twelve. We lived in California until I got married and moved here.”
She opened a door and ushered him into a small office. It had a white board, a table with two chairs on either side and a tape recorder on the table. She pointed to a chair and she sat on the other side of the table.
She handed him a sheet of words in Spanish with their English translations. They started with simple words, many of which were similar to English. She had this sparkling personality that drew him out of his usual gruff demeanor. He laughed as he struggled with pronunciation and she laughed back.
After two hours, he was pretty well exhausted. All through the lesson he had been semi-distracted by her. She would lean over the table to point out a word or phrase and as she did, her V-neck sweater would fall away a bit and he got a glimpse of well-rounded breasts enclosed in what looked like a semi-bra of blue lace.
They stood and she came around the table and took his hand. “Very good for a first lesson, Senor Meyer!” She said with genuine enthusiasm. He felt the electric shock again as they touched.
He looked at his watch. It was eight o’clock. They walked together to the front desk. The plump lady called to him. “Mr. Meyer! I have your work books here.”
She handed him three ominous looking tomes. He frowned. Maria Penuela laughed. “Senor Meyer, do not look so disturbed! They really are simple and I will go through them with you. Next week we begin to use them.”
“Well,” he shrugged, “anything I can do in the mean time? I’d like to get ahead on this stuff.”
“Of course!” She exclaimed. “Come, sit on the couch and I’ll show you.”
She sat down on the same thin couch he had encountered on his way in. He sat gingerly next to her. She reached over and took one of the books from him and her breast brushed his shoulder. He felt that shock again, stronger this time.
She was looking at him, smiling, but the smile seemed fixed. Her eyes on the other hand were searching his. He smiled and turned sideways on the couch.
“Well then,” she said primly. “Why not try these first three vocabulary lessons before Wednesday, okay?”
He smiled at her, his steel blue eyes fixed on hers. “I’m game if you are.”
She smiled the halogen smile again. “Always game, Senor, always game.”
With that she rose and went to the front desk, exchanged a few words in Spanish with the lady there and headed for the door.
George was putting the books together and got to the door right behind her. “Hey!” He called.
She turned, half way to the elevator. The smile was in full evidence. “Si, Senor Meyer? You have another question?”
He smiled back. “Well, yeah. Look I know this is stupid and you have to get home, I’m sure, but…”
“But what, Senor Meyer?” She had stopped in the middle of the hall and faced him, legs apart, hands on hips.
“Well, it’s damn near nine o’clock and I haven’t eaten and I wondered, well, could I buy you a drink or something? – Look no strings attached, just well…” He had no idea where he was going with this or why. Damn! He made is living being glib and articulate and he felt he was fumbling like a teen ager.
“Strings, Senor Meyer? For dinner?” And she laughed a full, complete laugh, right from her gut. He felt it in his.
He laughed back, came up to her, took her arm and pushed the down button on the wall. “No m’am. No strings, unless you want Italian and strings means spaghetti in Spanish.”
She smiled at him and led him into the elevator. In the lobby he asked “take my car? I’ll bring you back for yours.”
“I take the El home, thank you, Mr. Meyer.”
“Oh – okay. Shall we go?”
She smiled the smile again and they went into the lot. He opened the door to the Lexus and watched her get in. He got a glimpse of strong, long legs as she swung into the seat.
As he went to his side he told himself “easy, George. Don’t get carried away and for God sake stay politically correct!”
He drove about eight blocks to a little Italian restaurant he went to about twice a month. George had dated three or four times in the two years since Cassie died, but nothing came of them. They were forty to fifty year olds very, very desperate for a full relationship. He had been to a couple of conventions and had been laid three times in three years at these conventions. Once with a five hundred dollar hooker – big mistake – and twice with girls from vendors of his company. Damn near charity fucks - for both of us, he thought at the time.
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The sat on the outside patio. It was late May and the Chicago weather was being kind. He ordered a bottle of Chianti Classico Piccini and they talked. He told her why he had to take the course and that he was widowed. He told her about his three grown children and even pulled out the pictures.
She told him of her eight-year-old marriage and one child. How she was the only one in her family left in California and Felipe was a family friend and was always just there. They went shopping together, to concerts which he did not seem to enjoy, out to dinner which he did not seem to enjoy, and finally as she said “out of sheer boredom or momentum, we moved in together. Then I got pregnant so we got married, moved to Chicago,” she shrugged her shoulders, “and here I am.”
“Happy?” He asked and poured her third glass of wine.
“In my work, yes.”
The waiter came by and he ordered for them. Penne pasta, artichoke salad and garlic bread. “Will your husband mind the garlic?” He asked.
She gave him the full-throated laugh. “He would not notice if I came home smelling of pig sty! Besides, he is at a web designers’ convention for three days – in Denver.”
“Oh.” Was all George could manage.
She leaned across the table toward him, the wine glass in both hands. Her elbows on the table, arms close together so that they pushed her breasts up to the top of her V-neck.
“Thank you for taking me here, George. May I call you George?” He nodded. “I have not been out to dinner in months. My mother lives with us, but Felipe does not like to go out.”
“And I thank you. I have not been out except for business in a long time.” He reached across the table, took one of her hands and kissed the back of it. The waiter arrived before she could react and the conversation drifted back to her work at Berlitz and his youth on a farm in Ohio.
He ordered amaretto for both of them as the waiter cleared the table. When the drinks arrived, she looked at him with her eyes half closed. “You know the story of amaretto?” She asked.
He nodded. “It is a drink of love, right?”
She nodded back and ran her hand through her thick black hair. “A princess long ago loved a prince and he died and she made this drink from almonds to remind her of the sweetness of her love. At least that is the story as I heard it. But, either way, it is sweet and delicious. As this evening has been.”
She moved her glass toward him and he clinked with his own. They sipped and he called for the check. They walked out into the warm night, towards his car. “Do you have to go home now, George Meyer?” she asked in a low voice.
He stopped, startled. “Why no, Maria. Home is a condo with a fireplace and a view of the lake. Nothing and nobody else.”
“Can we go there for a little?” She almost whispered.
“Is it all right?”
" I’ll call my Momma and tell her I am with my sister."
He didn’t say another word. Took her hand in his and led her to the car. He opened her door and got in. He looked over at her. She was staring straight ahead.
He reached over and took her hand. Squeezed it. She turned to him. There were tears in her eyes. “Kiss me, George Meyer,” she said. He reached across the seat and put one hand on her cheek and kissed her tenderly.
She kissed back gently then more fiercely. Her tongue sought his. He leaned further across the seat and took her head in both hands and kissed softly and then hard.
She was breathing hard now. His hands slid from her face to her shoulders. He slid his hands down to her waist and under her sweater. He brought them up until he felt her firm breasts straining against that tight bra he had glanced in the classroom. It seemed days ago.
She took his face in her hands and smiled. “Soon.” She whispered.
He drove carefully, with one hand, gripping hers with his right. The drive up the Lakeshore drive did not take long. They did not speak. He pulled into the garage of the condo tower at the edge of the lake. He opened the door for her and still, not a word.
They went up to the twelfth floor on the elevator and into the hall. A few steps later they were at his door. He opened it and led her in. She walked ahead of him from the hall into the living room. With the lights off, the lights of the city blazed before them.
She walked to the floor to ceiling windows, the center of which was a patio door. She stood there as he came up behind her. He put his arms around her waist and she leaned back against him.
He slid his hands under her sweater as he had done in the car. He felt her breasts swell under his touch. She brought her hands up and undid the clasp in front of her that released the bra. It fell away.
His hands reached up and cupped both breasts. Her breath was coming hard now. He solely rolled both nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers. She took his hands and pressed them closer. Her nipples were hard and long.
He turned her to him and she reached up and took off her sweater. In the half-light form the outdoors he saw the beauty of her body. He felt himself get harder than he had in years.
He slipped out of his blazer and she began to unbutton his shirt. They had not said a word since she had whispered “soon” in the car. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. She traced her finger down his chest to his stomach. With a weird thought he was happy that his abs were buffed. She looked him in the eye and undid his belt. She reached for his zipper and pulled it down.
Her hand found him and he felt a little jump right there. She breathed out between her teeth. She slipped inside his jockeys and kneaded him. He felt his knees getting weak. He reached over and pulled her skirt down to the floor. He grasped her hips above her bikini bottom.
He suddenly yanked her to him as he kissed her and took a handful of her hair in his other hand.
He backed off and her hand came out of his shorts, He took that hand and led her to the couch that faced the floor to ceiling window. He stepped out of his jockeys and pulled her bikini bottom off. He laid her on the couch and began to kiss her from her face, across her breasts and down her stomach. His tongue made little trips from breasts to navel and back.
She writhed on the couch and made that hissing sound between her teeth. She reached down and took him in her hand. He had pre-cum at the tip of his penis. She stroked him and he became even harder. He reached between her legs, gently and fondled her. She was wet.
He reached gently inside until he found her clitoris. He stroked it with his thumb. She writhed even more and gripped his penis in a chokehold. Suddenly she swung her legs off the couch and wrapped them around his waist.
“Now, George Meyer!” She whispered in his ear. “Now!”
He came up just a bit to position himself. His knees on the floor, her back against the back of the couch, her legs on his shoulders now, he slowly guided himself inside her. It was hot and wet and delirious. She shuddered as soon as he entered her.
Oh God!" She whispered, leaning into him as he stroked back and forth, grabbing her ass cheeks and moving them with him. He stroked for about thirty seconds and then felt her tighten against him and begin to thrash her head around.
“Now!” she whispered. Then that hissing sound again as he felt her vagina contract and her legs thrust even higher on his shoulders. “Now!” She thrust at him and her hands dug into his hair and she bucked her entire body up and down on the couch and moaned a moan of a woman lost on an island and searching for her love.
As she began to descend, he thrust in her farther and came himself in a shuddering gasp and a release of semen that he thought would never stop. He thrust again and again and she hung on him and continued to moan that moan.
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Finally, finally, they both stopped. Her legs swung slowly from his shoulders. He backed off and knew he would have strawberries on both knees come morning. She lay on the couch almost in fetal position, with one hand still stroking his hair.
He dropped his head onto her waist which was covered with love sweat. “Was, was it all right?” He said softly from the gentle heaving of her stomach.
She hissed once more and almost whispered “It has been a long, long time George Meyer. Thank you.”
“No, sweet lady,” he said, still nuzzling her stomach, “thank you. It has been a long, long time for me as well.
She took his head in both her hands and swung her long legs off the couch. “You don’t have a woman?”
He smiled at her. “No Maria, no woman in my life now. Since Cassie, until now, even sex has not been a big deal. And, lovely lady, I am not just saying that. You are a wonderful lover and a charming person to boot.'
She smiled the thousand-watt smile. She took her hands away from his face and stood. She stretched and again he marveled at the magic of her body. She walked long, cat like steps to the glass doors.
“How beautiful!” She exclaimed. He came up behind her, putting his arms around her waist. He held her very close and felt his member begin to harden once again. He was pressed against her butt and she flexed it as he tightened his grip.
She reached behind her back and took him in her hand. He got harder, once again. She turned to him and smiled. She kissed him, held on to his hardness and went to her knees. She looked up at him in the half-light. She smiled and then took him gently in her mouth. He felt the electric shock run through his body.
She began to pull back and forth, slowly and then faster and faster. He thought “fifty two years old and hard again so soon? Don’t ask questions George, enjoy.”
She slipped up to the tip and flicked her tongue around it. She held it in both hands and looked up at him. Make love to me again, George Meyer, please. Right here.”
He slid down beside her on the floor. She pushed him back on his back and swung one of those magic legs on either side of him. Slowly she lowered herself on to him and began the hissing through her teeth again.
She lifted herself and dropped, lifted and dropped. He reached behind her and took her ass cheeks and guided her in and out. She slowly increased the rhythm. Faster and faster, she swung her head from side to side, her hair swirling about her face.
Then, at the top of a particularly deep thrust, she stopped and shuddered. She began to moan again. She slowly lowered herself and he felt her tighten around him. She shuddered again and launched into a long moan, lifting and dropping. He felt it coming and they both climaxed together for what seemed like an eternity.
They lay beside each other exhausted. She snuggled against him. Soon, he felt her deep even breathing. He lifted her gently in his arms and walked to his bedroom. He lay her on the bed and took the covers down. He lay her on the pillow and went into the shower, quietly.
He turned on the hot water. It was a large shower with a bench at one end and multiple showerheads, although he was using only the one at the top. He began to laugh quietly to himself. “She’s got to be no more than thirty five, man!” He thought. “And look at you!” He was startled by the shower door opening. She slipped in and moved her body against his. She kissed him and took the soap from him.
She began to lather his body from top to bottom. He winced as she grabbed his penis and pulled on it. It was really sensitive. She turned him around and lathered his back, down his legs and then turned him again. “Your turn, George Meyer.” She said softly.
He took the soap and began leisurely to go over her body, soaping her shoulders, her breast, her stomach. He knelt and washed between her legs, stroking at the edge of her vagina. She spread her legs jut a bit and let him explore her once more.
He turned on all the jets and rinsed both of them. He stepped out of the shower and took a huge bath towel and wrapped it around her. He dried her body and then her hair. She turned with another towel and did the same for him.
“Cup of coffee?” He asked.
She shook her head. “Just you.” And she took his hand and led him back to bed.
“What time do you have to be at work?” He asked.
“Tomorrow? Not until noon.”
“Good. I’ll just call in that I’ll be late. I’m learning Spanish the Spanish way, right? And that is what the bastards wanted.” He smiled and held her close. Very close.
The End
The Storeroom
It had been a long day at work, I was tired and thinking about going home to you and of the fun we would have. I was the last one left here and had just got to sort out a couple of boxes from the storeroom before my working day could end. I sorted out the boxes, which were small and not too heavy, so I decided to carry them back down to the storeroom and put them away, always finish what you start.
I got to the bottom of the stairs and realised how dark it was in the basement, a slight shiver of fear ran down my spine, as I fumbled to find the light switch, juggling the two boxes. I couldn’t reach the switch and managed to drop a box in the process, cursing I put the second box on the floor and clicked on the light switch, nothing!! Damn, the bulb must have blown. I hesitated for a moment and thought, oh well, the boxes only need to go just inside the storeroom door, to the right, so I opened the door and put one box down, as I reached for the second box I thought I heard something and stopped. Then I laughed at myself for being sacred of random noises in the dark. I reached for and found the second box, then stepped into the storeroom. I jumped as the door clicked shut behind me, and put the second box down quickly. I knew I was being silly, but I felt really scared now, as I reached for the door handle in the dark, I heard a sound like breathing behind me. I grabbed the handle and pulled, nothing happened, then just as I was about to try again, I felt that someone was behind me…I turned slowly, I don’t know what I expected to see, I hoped nothing, but as I turned I felt the warmth of someone’s breath on my face and a pair of arms grab me…..
I screamed and started to shake, as the arms tightened around me and a soft whispered voice said “gotcha!” I felt total relief and anger in equal part…I kicked back at you shouting that you were an idiot and that I had been really scared. You were sweet, but finding it hard not to laugh, until I calmed down slightly, when you apologised and said you hadn’t meant to scare me that much. I was telling you off for locking the door, when I realised I had tried to pull it open, when I should have pushed it, I laughed too.
As we stood laughing tension going, I realised how good it felt to be in your arms and how relieved I was that it was you. I leaned in and kissed you softly. Your arms tightened around me and you deepened the kiss, slowly pressing harder against my lips, gently probing with your tongue, until I yielded my mouth to you. I opened up and surrendered to your assault on my mouth, leaning against you. My breasts flattened against your chest, our pubic areas pressed together too. I felt my body temperature start to rise as you gently massaged my back, while continuing the kiss.
As we slowly ended the kiss and parted slightly, you whispered, “Are you up for a game?” I felt all excited and breathless and hoarsely whispered back “Yes”. You chuckled softly and said, “Then run little girl, because the devil is going to get you. Go on, try and escape me, for when I catch you I will take everything I want”. I gasped in pure delight at the idea of you catching me in the dark and having your wicked way with me. Playing up I said in a quivery voice “No, please, let me go…please don’t hurt me”…then I pulled away from you (you let me) and I ran into the darkness. As I turned you managed to land one tingly slap on my ass…I gasped in shock and pleasure as I felt my whole body tighten in desire.
I ran a short distance then I hid behind some boxes, why I am unsure, as it was still dark. I couldn’t hear you moving about; you obviously have the skills of a ninja for moving silently in the dark. All I could hear was the sound of my own breathing, it sounded really loud and I was sure you would be able to find me by that and the sound of my heart beating so loud in my chest. I moved forward to head over to the next stack of boxes, or rather where I thought they were. As I started to move I felt something holding me back and turned as you pulled my back into your arms. I shuddered in delight as you growled “Take off your blouse, now, or I will rip it off.”. You sounded evil and I fumbled with the buttons but did as I was told, realising that it wasn’t completely pitch black in here, I could see your face, as you leered at me, in my bra…you roughly fondled my breasts, as I put my blouse on the pile of boxes. As soon as I had put it down, I ran again, but you caught me, as I started.
You grabbed my arm and pulled me hard back against you. I gasped as I hit your chest, and you put your hands in my hair, pulled my head back and kissed me roughly. I felt your teeth grind against my soft lips, and your tongue invade my mouth…I bit your lip (not that hard, but hard enough to make you stop)… then I pulled myself from your grasp and ran…. You chuckled and said into the darkness “Run while you can, next time I catch you it will be more than a kiss I take from you”.
I ran away again and as I continued around the boxes I could hear you running after me. I could feel my breath quickening again, and I knew it was excitement and a touch of danger. I ran around a couple of stacks only to realise I couldn’t hear your footsteps any longer. I ran around a third stack only to run right into you… you laughed. I struggled to get away but you kept hold of me and managed to get both my hands into one of yours. Suddenly I was aware that you were undoing my skirt, and then it fell from my hips and landed around my feet. You growled at me menacingly and told me to step out of it…I did and suddenly felt very exposed in my bra and panties. You took a quick but hard kiss, before dropping your face to my breasts and nibbling at my nipples through the material of the bra. I could feel my nipples hardening as you bit them. I felt my pussy heating and tightening, then you suddenly slapped my ass hard and let me go.
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I stumbled away from you, uncertain where to run, but wanting to be caught so badly. I suddenly decided to run for the door, so stood up and ran straight for the door. You ran into me quite hard from my left as I ran for my escape route. You laughed again and slapped my ass, as you told me to remove my bra; I did as I was told. I expected you to release me then, but you hadn’t finished with me yet. You told me to remove my panties too. I hesitated and you slapped me quite hard across my ass cheeks, it was hot and stung and I jumped, but I felt the answering heat in my pussy rise too. I slowly removed my panties, and was left wearing only my shoes. You moved quickly, like a snake striking, I was amazed when I felt your hand on my mound, and suddenly you thrust a finger inside me…I wasn’t ready for that and I gasped in shock. But you just chuckled as you felt the heat and wetness of my tunnel.
Suddenly I was thrust backwards until I hit the storeroom wall, as you pressed your fully clothed form against me; you pulled my arms up over my head, still holding them in one hand. You forced my chin up as you plundered my mouth. I kissed you back, as my body craved the attention, and there was something very erotic about being naked against your clothes. You moved suddenly again and pulled me away from the wall and turned me to bend over a low pile of boxes. I was suddenly bent over in front of you and I felt the first slap sting my ass. Then you spanked me quite hard, my ass was burning and I was begging you to stop before you finally did. You then bent to kiss my aching, hot ass cheeks…. and I heard you lower your zip. Then you moved again and pulled my legs apart before placing the head of your wonderfully hard cock against my wet opening.
I sighed as I felt you pressed so close, and I hoped you would take me there and then. It was as if you could read my thoughts, because you thrust forward and with one push stretched my cunt, filling it full of your rock hard cock. I groaned in pleasure as my aching cunt was filled. You slapped my ass and growled at me to be quiet as you started to fuck me… long slow but hard strokes, filled and emptied my pussy… first stretched and full and then just empty and aching to be filled again. You grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back as you continued to fuck me hard and deep. You forced me to arch my back, almost painfully, so you could kiss me and thrust your tongue deep into my mouth, while thrusting your cock deep into my pussy.
I felt my insides turn to jelly, as you entered my mouth and my cunt…. suddenly you released my hair and I slumped forward onto the boxes. You forced my ass cheeks apart and ran a finger around my tight ass hole….I whimpered and as you picked up the pace of the thrusts, you slowly slid a wet finger deep inside my tight hot ass. I couldn’t help myself I pushed back against you loving both holes being filled… you slapped my ass with your free hand and continued to fuck me and finger my ass…. I felt my ass stretching as you added a second finger and cried out in delight when you thrust those two fingers in and out of my ass in time with you cock sliding in and out of my pussy.
Suddenly I was empty and I felt so shocked and bereft of you that I started to turn to look at you and to ask why. When you grabbed my hips and pressed your hot, hard and wet cock against my tight ass hole. I sighed in pleasure as I felt you force your way in, slowly and determinedly. I pushed my ass back against you, wanting to have all of your erection buried deep in my ass. Just as you filled me up and stopped before starting to fuck me, you reached around and started to rub my hard clit. I cried out again and you started to thrust in and out of my ass. You rubbing my clit, my seriously wet pussy, my tingly ass as well as the feel of you fucking me…all made my pleasure come quickly. I was begging you not to stop and asking you to fuck me harder, while I felt the pleasure and pressure rising….then it was there, I was over the edge, trembling, gasping for breath and crying out like a wild thing. Then I felt you tense slightly, and come at me harder faster deeper…as you too cried out and came, shooting your cream into my ass.
It felt like hours later, when we finally moved away from one another. I was shocked when you turned on the light, suddenly naked in the bright light in front of you. Then I realised it was the corridor light that was out, I had never even tried the light in here. We laughed as we went looking for my cloths and as I dressed, you told me all the things you wanted to do to me when we got home. I couldn’t wait……..
The End
Scotch Mist
You are on a summer holiday in Scotland, visiting many of their wonderful castles and ruins. One night after a pleasant meal and a few drinks, you are getting ready for bed, when looking out of the window of your hotel room; you notice a light moving around the ruins of a castle up on the hill. Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to investigate. You put on your outdoor clothing and grab a torch, because it looks quite dark out there.
It is quite warm, and it is still light enough to see the track leading up to the ruins. You follow the rough track up to the remains of the castle. The light is fading and the temperature is dropping. Then as you reach the building you shudder as the cold cuts through your clothing and a sudden mist descends on you. You torch is useless as the light just bounces back off the mist.
You feel isolated and a little apprehensive; it seems like a stupid idea to have come up here in the dark. The hotel is no longer visible and the mist makes the whole castle seem eerie. Then you see the faint glow of the light from the back of the castle. You head through the remains towards the pale, yet welcoming glow.
The cold and the mist make you feel a little jumpy, but you can’t help smiling to yourself when you get to the back wall of the castle and see an old fashioned candle lantern sitting on the ground by the castle wall. Something makes you feel scared and you feel a little silly, but you consider sneaking away.
Suddenly, a voice behind you pierces the silence and makes you jump. As you turn, your brain registers that it was a soft female voice, with a slight Scottish accent, asking if you are lost. You are facing a beautiful young woman, with dark hair worn up in a bun, fair skin and dark eyes. She is wearing a long skirt and white blouse, with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. You stare for a moment lost in time, before you tell her, you aren’t lost, but are sort of cut off from the hotel. She smiles at you and says it is a bad night to be out and that you should stay here and accept the hospitality of the castle until the mists clear. She steps towards you and a slight floral scent fills your nostrils, she stoops to pick up the lantern and gestures you to follow her inside.
You follow as though in a dream, your brain registering the wooden door and the stone corridor, leading to a large room with a huge roaring fire and tapestries on the wall. The young woman gestures for you to sit on a leather settee, as she pours you a large glass of an amber liquid. She brings the glass over to you, and sits beside you on the settee. You feel the heat from the fire, you smell the whisky mingling with her subtle floral scent and you feel your body react to her closeness.
Embarrassed, you take a sip of the whisky and marvel at the smoothness of the malt. You try to think of the oddness of the whole situation to distract from her presence, but she seems to fill your mind. Her beauty makes you want to look at her again, her scent lingers in your nostrils, you long to hear her soft, melodic voice again and crave the touch and taste of her.
As though she can read your thoughts, she stands and takes off her shawl. You notice her slender waist and full breasts, even in her unrevealing outfit. As you take another long drink of your whisky, she asks if you are feeling better. You tell her that you have never felt better, as she sits again and touches your hand. Her touch sends electric shocks through your whole body and her skin is softer than you imagined. Then to your complete surprise and absolute delight she leans in and kisses you. She tastes of whisky and flowers, or perhaps there is whisky on your lips and she just tastes of flowers. The electric current runs through your body again and you put your glass down and take her in your arms, as you deepen the kiss.
She is soft and pliant in your arms, her lips silken against yours but firm as she returns your kiss with equal force. After moments, or was that hours of kissing, she pulls away from you. She stands and offers you her hand, then leads you out of the room, up some stone stairs and into a bed chamber. It has beautiful tapestries on the walls, but your eyes are drawn to the huge, luxurious four poster bed in the centre of the room.
“Come to my bed, Andrew.” she whispers to you, as she leads you by the hand towards the bed that dominates the room. She climbs up onto the high bed and pulls you to sit beside her. You reach towards her and she allows you to draw her back into your arms, where you kiss again. Once more you start gently but the kiss quickly turns passionate. You push her over onto the bed and lean over her to continue the kiss. Her arms snake up and wrap around your neck, as you run a hand over her prim blouse and feel the firm breasts underneath.
You massage those firm breasts and feel her nipples harden under the material. You continue to kiss her, and start to undo the hundreds of tiny buttons of her blouse. You find your way inside her blouse, and your hand encounters her silky under garment, no bra. As you get her to move and remove her blouse, she manages to remove your top clothing too. You see her camisole top and her breasts are outlined against it, you feel your breathing quicken and your cock harden. There is something very sexy about her old fashioned clothing and undergarments that makes you even hornier than usual.
Your hands move over those firm, ripe breasts and erect nipples, and you hear the seductive sound of her intake of breath. You feel her press her breasts into your hands, as she runs her hands up and down your back. She ruffles her fingers through your hair as you kiss, then runs her hands down your back and cups your arse, pulling you closer to her. Pressing her womanly parts against your manly ones, through your clothing. As she pulls away from your kiss and looks you in the eye, you see that her fair skin is slightly flushed and her eyes look black with desire. She moves away and down to kiss your tiny nipples. You gasp in shock as she sucks hard on your erect nipples and nibbles at them. The tightness in your nipples is reflected in your groin as your cock stiffens further.
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You manage to undo the buttons of her skirt and pull it away from her. She is wearing a long petticoat, which has the camisole top that you have already seen, as you run your hands over her, you realise that under the petticoat/shift she is naked. You run your hands down her legs and up under the hem of the petticoat. As you reach her pussy area, you lift your hands and bring them up to her breasts first. You hear her gasp as your warm palms find the naked flesh of her soft plump breasts and the hard pebbles that are her nipples. You caress the whole breasts and play with her nipples with your fingers, tweaking them lightly.
Meanwhile she has managed to undo your trousers and slip a small delicate hand inside to caress your hard shaft. You gasp in delight at her delicate touch and feel your erection swell. You bring your lips down her neck, kissing lightly and further down to her breasts. Here you kiss and suckle on those rock hard nipples, hearing her breathless pleasure, but hardly hesitating as your hands move south. You lightly slide your hand over her mound, covered in silken hair, and down to her most intimate place. Here you slide a finger further down, between her slightly damp lower lips and into her, tight, hot and very wet pussy.
So you have just slid a finger into her tight, hot, wet pussy and she has just caressed your hard cock with a small, soft delicate hand. You feel her remove her hand and look at her to see if you have done something wrong. She has a strange smile on her face as she sees you looking at her, her smile widens and she whispers “I want to see your wonderful body naked, Andrew”. You remove your finger slowly; watching the pleasure in her eyes, and slowly get off the bed. Then standing in front of her you remove your trousers, underpants and socks in one movement. You stand before her in all your glory, your cock standing proudly out in front.
She slowly slides off the bed and stands in front of you, then slips the shift off her shoulders and allows it to fall to the floor. She steps out of the pool of fabric towards you, as you gaze at her perfect body. She reaches you, and presses her whole body against you, allowing your cock to push between her legs. You delight at the feel of her thighs surrounding your shaft, and can’t resist a couple of thrusts. She laughs low and sexily, and whispers that she can show you more pleasure than that, as she takes you back to the bed and pushes you back onto it.
You are laying on your back on the bed, your legs over the edge, feet on the floor. She kneels on the floor next to the bed, between your legs and her delicate hands grasp your erection. As you raise your head to see what she is doing, you see her deep red lips surround your cock and feel her breath against it. Then a wave of pleasure hits you as she engulfs your shaft with her lips, mouth and sucks on it.
Your mind drifts in pleasure, as all your focus is on the sensations in your groin area. You gasp in pleasure as she works your cock. She places a hand around the bottom of your shaft and uses it to help your cock in and out of her mouth. You revel in the feelings of her tight grip at the base of your shaft, and her warm, wet mouth engulfing the rest. Then she brings her other hand into play and cups your balls, as she sucks on your length. You can see her head bobbing up and down and smell that soft floral smell, as you think about her tasting every inch of your cock. You enjoy the way she plays with your bits, she seems to know what she is doing and she seems to be enjoying it too.
Your heart suddenly leaps into your mouth as she grips your balls tighter, and you feel that moment of horror, as you think it might hurt, but then huge relief and pleasure as she tugs at your sack. A new wave of pleasure runs through your groin and you smile to yourself. You watch as she moves her head off your cock and smiles up at you as she places her right forefinger into her mouth and sucks on it, like it was your cock. Then she keeps eye contact as she places her lips to the tip of your cock and kisses it, before running her long tongue all around the head. As you enjoy that sensation you feel her hand sliding down and beyond your balls. Your eyes widen as she rubs her wet finger around your arse hole, just as she takes all of your cock deep into her mouth, in one swift action….and slides the finger into your tight arse, just to the first knuckle.
You feel your juices rising, as she works you front and back. Her finger pushing in and out of your arse in time with her mouth sliding up and down your shaft, giving immense pleasure. A pressure begins to build, and part of your mind is screaming that you want it to stop, you want to come inside this woman, the other part is demanding that it is fulfilled. You feel her lips, tongue and teeth all moving against your shaft, as that delicate finger brings a different sort of joy. You feel your balls swell, your cock thicken and get even harder, though you didn’t think it was possible.
Then, as though she knows, she pushes in a second finger and swallows your cock deep into her throat. The twin actions send you spiralling over the edge into orgasmic oblivion. You are aware only of your pleasure, as you gush come into her mouth and she pulls her fingers suddenly out of your arse. The emptying of your arse brings another wave of pleasure and the swallowing motion in her throat has you coming and coming, like an oil well. She swallows and swallows, until you have no more to give. You are aware of her pulling off you, your cock slipping out of her lips, and you see her beautiful face, all flushed, with a tiny dribble of your come escaping from the corner of her mouth. You are lain there unable to move in the wonderful, post orgasmic haze of joy.
As you are laying there in your pleasure filled haze, you are aware of her getting onto the bed beside you and lying down. Her head against your shoulder and her arm across your chest, her aroma filling you senses and making you want her again. You think about your spent cock, and although there is a slight stirring, you know it will need time to recover and you know exactly how you want to spend that time.
You turn to hold her, and she moves to accommodate you, then you move both of you up the bed. You place her head upon the pillows and then prop yourself up on one elbow to look down on her. She smiles up at you and your heads spins, she is so beautiful, you gaze down at the rest of her amazing body and smile as you imagine her under you, with you firmly thrust deep inside her. You cock stirs again, and you look into her dark eyes, as you lean down to kiss her intoxicating lips.
You feel like you are drowning in the silky softness of her lips, and the warm whisky taste of them makes you want so much more. You slide your tongue in for a better taste and that slight floral scent becomes a taste mixed with the amber whisky flavour. You still want more. She slides her tongue against yours and the jolt of electric runs through your whole body.
You reluctantly, pull your mouth from hers and immediately feel a need to fill the void. You kiss her neck and are once more taken with the taste of her; even her skin has that heathery taste. You kiss down her neck and further down to the firm mounds of her breasts. You see the darker colour of her nipple as you approach and watch as the tiny bud, lengthens and hardens as you approach. You finally take that hard nubbin into your mouth and suck on it. It feels so hard, yet like satin in your mouth and her flavour seems smokier here. She obviously enjoys your actions, as she moans softly, her voice like the breeze through the trees in summer. You suck harder, and feel her arch her back in pleasure, as you bring your hand to the other firm mound and caress it. You love the satin softness of her skin, and the firmness of her erect nipple pressing into your palm.
As you feel her body rise up slightly, and hear her soft moans of pleasure, you feel your own body react. You are slightly surprised at the speed of your recovery, but you are well aware of your desire for this woman. You want to bury yourself in her, to the hilt, you want to feel her surround you and to feel her writhe and moan under you. You move on down from her breasts, kissing the wonderfully soft skin of her stomach, down to her navel. You linger long enough to flick your tongue into her navel and are rewarded with a louder moan and the taste of honey and whisky fills your mouth.
You kiss on down to her mound, covered in soft silky hair. You bring your mouth to her lower lips and gasp in delight as her aroma hits you, she is summer, honey and whisky all mixed together. As you slip your tongue between the folds of her lower lips you taste her arousal. You love the taste of smoky whisky/honey and heather all mingled on your tongue. You lap at her, feeling her clit swell under your tongue. Tasting her getting warmer, smokier and sweeter. You slide your tongue down to her opening and slip it inside, she shudders in delight and gasps, a soft melodic sound, and you want to hear it again. You thrust your tongue inside her and are granted more of the wonderful sounds and tastes of her. You move back up and concentrate your tongue action on her clit, as you slip a finger inside her wet and willing pussy.
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You hear her soft sounds getting huskier as you slid your finger in and out of her wonderfully wet, silken passage. You continue to lap at her blossoming clit and feel your own arousal start to grow. You move your hand to allow a different tactic, and are rewarded with a huge breathy sigh of joy, as you suck her erect clit into your mouth. At the same moment you slide your thumb into her silken passage and the tip of your forefinger enters her tight puckered arsehole.
You feel her breathing become shallow and laboured, as her hips lift off the bed and push her pussy against your hand. You quicken your tongue action and use your thumb and finger in coordination to push in and out of her. Her arse feels so tight around your finger, but it seems to be sucking your finger further in. You thumb seems to fill her vagina, and as you thrust it in and out, you feel her internal muscles tightening around it. You mouth and tongue is coated in her wonderful flavour and as you suck and lick faster, you know she is very close to her climax.
You move everything in unison and make the movements faster and harder, welcoming the sounds of her pleasure, as they too become faster and louder. You suck on her clit and flick it fast with your powerful tongue, you feel all her muscles tense as you slip a second finger into her arse, and thrust your thumb as hard and deep inside her as you can. Her moans become a wail of delight as you feel her pussy fill with juices and her muscles clamp around your fingers and thumb, before loosening again in a shuddery rhythm. She grabs your hair with both hands and drags you away from her cunt. Your fingers come out of both holes too, as she pulls you to her. She kisses you hard and runs her tongue all around your lips. You know she is tasting herself off you, as she presses herself against you. You feel one of her hands leave your head and she brings it to your, now hard cock. Then in one movement she grabs your erection and pulls it against her.
“Please” she says against your lips and you know what she wants and are happy to oblige. You tense your hips and drive your cock forward, one long hard thrust and you bury yourself in her luxurious cunt, all the way in, your balls hit her as you botton out. She squeals in delight and you groan in joy as you fill her and feel her vagina walls surround your rock hard penis.
She is soft, slick and hot, as you feel your hardness penetrate to her inner most places. She is still shaking and quivering underneath you, as her orgasm seems to go on and on. Her breathing is ragged and she seems to be panting words…you realise she is whispering yes, yes, yes under her breath, over and over. Her words are in time with your thrusts and you know she wants you to keep thrusting hard and deep. Your cock like a machine pumping in and out in a fixed rhythm, you enjoying each movement, as you rub against her silken walls, as you are surrounded by the feel and sound of her, her taste and smell on your lips and in your nostrils, as you look down into her huge dark eyes and feel lost in her. You are filling her and yet she is surrounding and filling your every sense.
You reach down between your two bodies and bring a finger between the junction of your sexes, and gently caress her erect clit. She screams your name and begs you to keep going. You are more than happy to oblige, as you thrust in and out, you gently rub her clit in the same rhythm. She wraps her legs around your waist and you feel your cock slide just a little further in… you gasp at the pleasure that brings, but once again the air is full of her wonderful screams. You quicken your pace and feel her body spasm in a huge way, around you, under you and through you. She grabs you with her hands and pulls you down to kiss her, as she loses herself in the pleasure. You see her eyes turn black with passion, as her pussy floods again and spasms around you, her mouth against yours tastes of that smoky whisky flavour mingled with the musky sweetness of her pleasure. Again your sense of smell is assaulted with the same smell and your whole body seems to be surrounded by or touching her silky softness.
She shudders again and you feel her body start to relax, as the orgasm loses some of its intensity. Her eyes close for a moment, and you wonder just what is going on, I mean, weren’t you in a ruin on a cold and misty night. Then she opens her warm brown eyes and smiles at you. She reaches down between your bodies and takes hold of your erection, pulling it from her sopping cunt. All thoughts apart from her and sex leave your mind. She smiles at you, as she lets go of your erection and moves under you. She moves to one side and then turns over, you watch in fascination as she gets onto her hands and knees and wiggles her arse at you. You know that she wants you to take her from behind, but more than that, you know she wants your cock in her arse.
You take hold of your painfully hard cock and position yourself behind her. You are just about to ask if she is sure, when she looks over her shoulder at you, and whispers “Fuck my arse, Andrew. Fuck it hard, please”. Your emotions soar, who would question an offer like that. You touch the tip against her puckered hole and push forward steadily. You feel your cock force its way inside slowly, then after that initial resistance slightly faster. You are buried to the hilt in her tight arse.
She wiggles her arse from side to side, and you feel her muscles tensing and relaxing around your cock. Suddenly, you don’t want to wait any longer, and you want to fuck her arse hard, just like she requested. You look down at her peachy arse, and your cock buried in it and you bring your hand down swiftly in a stinging slap. She squeals in shock and pleasure as you spank her arse, and you know she enjoyed that. So as you pull back, preparing for your first rough thrust, you slap the other cheek harder. And as your hand makes contact with her soft white cheek, leaving a red hand print. You thrust your erection deep into her arse as hard and fast as you can. She screams “YES” as you stretch and fill her arse. This ends you over the edge, and you grab both hips, and start to bang her arse. Really fucking her as hard as you can, you hold her hips back against you as you pull out and pound back into her again and again. You feel her body shake and realise that as you are fucking her, she is rubbing her clit, and this just makes you even hornier. You pull all the way out and thrust hard back into her; she is almost singing her pleasure, as you thrust and pound hard and deep. Faster and faster you fuck her tight arse, until you know you can’t hold on for a moment longer. Just as you growl that you are coming, you feel her body shudder and the heat from her cunt increases, you feel her muscles flexing around you, as she comes and so do you. You shudder and shake as your cock pours come deep into her arse. You manage those short sharp thrusts as you unloaded your come and are blown away by the pleasure you feel.
You feel the world darken, as you slid your cock out of her arse and fall onto the bed beside her, sated. You are aware of the sounds of her breathing and your own, as your eyes close, and the last thing you remember is the smell, that heather and whisky smell, as you drift in your post orgasmic haze again.
You hear a voice calling “Andrew? Andrew”, at first you think it is her. Then you realise that it is a male voice, and that you are cold. You open your eyes and see stone walls, and realise that you are in the ruins of the castle, it is cold and misty and there is a man somewhere close calling your name. You manage to shout out that you are here, where ever here may be. A figure approaches through the mist, carrying a bright torch. You switch on your own torch and he comes over to you. He introduces himself as Fergus and says he is glad to have found you. He tells you that you are lucky, that they thought the ghost had got you. He helps you to your feet and leads you towards the path. You ask, jokingly, about the ghost. He doesn’t laugh in response. He tells you that the laird’s young wife was unfaithful to him while he was away at war. When he returned he walled her up in the castle and left her there to die. Over the centuries many men have gone missing near these ruins and when they are found dead the following morning they all have the same satisfied smile on their faces. The ghostly wife is still seducing men and killing them in the process. He asks if you saw the ghost and you say no, not wanting to admit to your vision/delusion.
Fergus takes to the hotel and leaves you to get a good night’s sleep. Before you can settle, you ask the hotel receptionist about the ghost and she gives you a little book about the history of the castle. You go to your room and have a hot shower, to warm up and calm down. As you slip into bed you remember the history book, flicking through the pages you are startled to find a picture of your mystery lady, Heather, the Lairds wife and the ghost of the castle.
As you drift off to sleep you remember the scent of her and just for a moment reflect on your narrow escape. As your brain is shutting down to sleep, you hear a soft melodic voice say, “You were safe, in no danger Andrew. You gave pleasure as well as taking it, I would never harm you! You are welcome to visit me any dark and misty night”
The End
Thin Curtains
About three years ago I was stationed in Key West at the naval station there. Not only had they lifted the age limit for people to come into the service but also the economy was starting to get a little bad in parts of the country. We started getting older guys coming into the military for lack of jobs elsewhere. They were great people to work with, always problem free for supervisors.
At the time I worked rotating shift work in air operations as the supervisor of a two-man team. I was assigned this new guy just out of technical school who was married and had a child four months old. He and his wife were from the Knoxville, Tennessee area and were about 23 years old, plus or minus a year. They were nice people and she was really, really attractive in a very refreshing way. You would never have known she had ever had a child.
When you work in operations like I did, you had busy times connected with huge periods of absolutely dead periods. You get to know your partner real well, sometimes too well if it’s a bad match. This new guy was real nice and we worked well together. As is always the case, you get to know extremely intimate details about each other. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve been told at three in the morning of a boring shift.
This guy was no different, and I am a master at drawing things out of people. I found that he had to come into the service to pay for the baby. Both of them were from struggling families that had no money. They had rented a very small older house in town and were working hard to just get by. Entertainment was out of the question.
I was single, a fast burner rank wise and had a lot of insignificant but attractive girl friends. Within a few weeks he asked me over to visit with them, which I did and continued to do on a regular basis. I had them over often so they could use the pool in my apartment. Plus, I knew their situation and arrived at our visits with real nice snacks and other foods and drinks. In a short time I began to baby-sit for them. I had no fear of the baby and it gave them a chance to get out a little bit on their own.
During the first of these nights I happened to really start looking around. An old but effective wooden “privacy” fence surrounded their back yard, so at night you could stand out there without being seen, and it had a side entrance to enter it from the street. Both their bedroom and living room areas faced the back yard and were only covered with cheap white see through curtains that were pulled back to both sides of the window.
In short, at night you could stand undetected in their back yard and see perfectly into both their living room and bedroom windows when their lights were on. Even with just their hallway lights you could see inside pretty well. You can imagine my interest in that!
It was nearing Christmas and they really wanted to go home for the holidays but could not afford it. As with all the other single guys, I knew I would be working through the Christmas holidays so I showed up unannounced at their house one night and gave them money for the trip. They were just stunned, made the trip and later were very demonstrative with their appreciation.
Ever since we had met, she and I had been very “touchy” which he did not seem to object. But now she started hugging me much closer and more often than before, lingering at times enough that I was sure that she was teasing me with her breasts as they brushed against me. I was hoping that my attraction to her was masked to some degree but I’m sure the state of my manhood was obvious to her during those times.
I did a little touching here and there which seemed to draw no objection but I let it go at that. I preferred that neither of them knew I found her to be much more desirable than any of the women that I dated.
When Valentine’s drew near, he tried to give me a little money to pay me back for the trip. I told him he ought to use the money instead to buy her something for Valentine’s. Even though he objected, he eventually saw it my way. We worked the evening shift on Valentine’s night and, with very little probing on my part, he anxiously described to me in detail about the little see through nightie he had bought her. We both got off about 11:30 at night and as I left work, I couldn’t think of anything except her in that sexy outfit.
I went to my place and quickly changed clothes before going over to their house. I parked in a small shopping center parking lot just down the street so that my car would not be noticed by anybody, went down and carefully entered their back yard through the side gate. When I looked through their living room window he was just finishing up his nightly snack.
At the time, she was wearing shorts and a tee shirt but shortly thereafter, as he turned on the television, she went into the bedroom and started to undress. I moved over there with her and, as I watched her take her clothes off, I thought for sure that at least one of them would my heart beating.
She was an absolute knock out!!
Her breasts were even more full than I had imagined, tipped with large nipples that at that moment were round and swollen. Her well shaped legs came to a junction covered with a soft looking blonde thatch, all of it separated with a slim waist that showed no signs of motherhood.
I watched as she reached in her closet and pulled out a little pink and white see through top with a tiny pair of very sheer matching panties before slipping it on very slowly as if putting on a show just for me. Her nipples showed clearly through the top and the little thong allowed wisp of blonde hair to protrude from either side.
She moved slowly, turning all the way around, admiring herself for some time in the mirror. When she started slightly caressing her nipples through the thin cloth I thought I had seen it all and was shaking like a leaf. But, just as I thought the show was over, I was treated to what was by far the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed.
Spreading her legs slightly, her hand moved from her breasts and down her stomach before she very slowly and deliberately slipped it down under her see through panties. I had been able to control myself to that point but when she very slowly began to rub herself, I took my cock out and joined her.
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I had assumed that she was just giving herself a little feel, but after a minute or so I knew that it could very well be the real thing. I had to fight myself to keep from coming prematurely, wanting to wait to see her all the way through. It was hard to hold back as I watched her as she moved faster and faster, always looking at herself in the mirror.
After just a few agonizing minutes, her eyes started to flutter, and then closed. At the same time, her legs started to tremble and looked as if they were giving way to her weight as they buckled slightly.
That was it!!
Her mouth opened without making a sound, she bent over slightly, and her hips started making rapid back and forth motions. The little string going down her ass did nothing to cover her and, with her bending over slightly, I could see the muscles of her ass opening and closing her cheeks as they reacted to her fingers. Then she convulsed real hard one time and temporarily froze in place with the exception of her furiously moving hand.
I knew she was coming and went with her, spurting the side of the house as I joined her. I came quickly and then watched as her body recovered from her momentary “freeze” and started a constant undulation. She kept it up for thirty or forty more seconds, knees buckling and struggling through continuous soundless smaller convulsions. I don’t think her mouth ever closed during the entire thing. Then she rubbed herself slowly back down to earth and finishing with a prolonged massaging of her nipples.
Straightening herself up, she casually went back out into the living room to a very appreciative husband. They proceeded to screw in every place and every position you could have scripted and, having already been finely honed with her own fingers, she came often and hard with him. In short the whole evening went well for them and I was treated to several hours of her, both in the living room and bedroom.
I was hooked!! After that I became a regular uninvited and unknown visitor. It never became boring, but there were times I wished they would do something special.
Strangely, I became a bit of a stimulus for them. After relating some of my personal stories to him night after night, I found that he really envied my lifestyle and was very open to suggestions that I had. Needless to say, one of the first things that I suggested to him was to always have sex with the lights on because it “added so much to the excitement.”
Their bedroom had always been lighted pretty well from the hallway light coming through the bedroom door, but after I mentioned it he always left a lamp on in their room, making it much easier for me to see and greatly reducing the possibility of them seeing me.
Not bothering to stay all that close to the truth, at least once a week I would make up some story about what I had done with one of my girl friends. Later that evening in the darkness I could almost count on seeing it reenacted. I told him one night that one of the things that I really enjoyed and found incredibly exciting was when one of my girl friends would wear a short skirt with no panties and did a little flashing when we were around other men.
The next time I went over to their house, she was wearing a short thin dress with a very loose top. Throughout the evening I was treated to poorly disguised wide-open naked crotch shots and an abundant amount of nipples that were obviously staged for his and my enjoyment. It was pretty much that night when I realized that every time he was distracted or not around she didn’t seem to object when I would brush her slightly but very obviously on her breast and ass. Soon after that it got to the point that when we were alone I would cup her ass fully and fondle it with no real objection.
I couldn’t help but be at least a little bit curious about it. I had always been aware that when they were out in public she received a lot of attention. That was not a surprise. What WAS a surprise was the amount of attention she gave back when he wasn’t noticing. I’m not saying she was flashing herself all the time, but the smiles and looks she gave other men and the carelessness with the way she sat at times made me wonder.
So, when in doubt…ask. During a boring midnight shift I carefully but intentionally led the conversation in that direction. What was their deal? What I found out was that although she had became pregnant several months before they had married they were both sexually active with other partners almost up to the point they were married. In short, even though they weren’t presently exercising it they definitely had an interest in others.
Armed with this new revelation, I became a little more liberal with my advances when either he wasn’t around, couldn’t see (such as under a card table, which we did often) and when he was drinking a little too much. I didn’t want to upset the apple cart or kill the golden goose, but there were times that I was way too tempted.
Even though I had many women in my life none were as fascinating as she. I had some really great looking girl friends that I brought around (which he openly appreciated) but maybe my attractive to her was strictly because she was married.
He had a tendency to drink a little too much. He was one of those “happy” drinkers. He didn’t get falling down drunk, but instead would fall into a light stupor. One Friday night, as the three of us were watching a movie on television, he drifted off. He was sitting in a large chair, leaving me on the couch with her.
It was a situation that I tried as often as possible to create as just her closeness was intoxicating to me. She, too, had probably one drink too many and was in a much laid back mood. When I started to rub her neck it was nothing more than I had done before in his presence and she gladly accepted the massage.
Totally disregarding the movie but instead keeping all my attention on his sleeping body and her tantalizing one, I slowly began to use my other hand to start exploring her relaxed body, slightly brushing her arm at first then moving on to her breasts. As usual, they were unencumbered by a bra. They were covered only by a short tee shirt that exposed her midriff, probably four inches above the top of the loose fitting shorts that finished completed her attire. As I slightly brushed the sides of her breast with my fingertips, she would reach up and softly touch my hand ever so often and look at me as if to say “no.” I didn’t give up.
It took a lot of patience, but eventually she didn’t object when I softly cupped her breast over her shirt. Over time, I began to slowly tease her nipples. Evidently, it wasn’t lost on her. Even though I had been rock hard for an hour, she was just starting to react to my touch which had become even more brazen. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer and took my chance.
Taking another glance at him to see if we were unnoticed, I brushed my lips against hers very lightly as I had done many times before. When she said nothing but instead turned slightly toward me with her eyes almost closed, I got my courage up and through the sweet smell of alcohol on her breath gave her a full, deep kiss. Not knowing what to expect, my heart was beating hard and my breathing stopped as it happened.
There was a mental “swo-o-o-sh” when she returned my kiss, soft and warm. In no time our tongues met and I went for the kill, gorging myself on her soft mouth, receiving all the kisses and tongue she was offering. There are definitely times in life that experience counts. This became one of them. Not only was I a few years older than her, but much more experienced with the mating game.
“Young lady, you are mine for the taking.” That is the thought that crossed my mind. Husband or no husband, I had been here many times before and knew when a woman had passed the line and was into total submission. She had crossed that line.
After that, I kissed her mouth not only for the exhilarating pleasure, but to keep her distracted and bring her deeper into the moment as I moved my real attention to her breasts. Trying to keep our mouths in contact, I kept glancing at the sleeping husband while I lifted her short shirt above her nipples with one hand and started a gentle rolling between my fingers, moving from one stiffened point to the other. When she started a soft “mewing’ into my mouth, I knew she was ready and dropped my mouth to her nipples. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened and I think it stayed that way, hanging open and moaning softly except when our mouths were engaged.
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