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This is effectively a follow-on from “Worth the Wait” but both stories stand on their own as independent stories.

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I was the first to wake in the morning; my mouth felt rough from all that wine the night before. Slowly I moved from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, there I found the hotel freebie toothbrush and quickly brushed my teeth. Inspecting myself in the mirror, I was glad I had worn minimal make-up, I still looked vaguely presentable. It was still early, so I quietly climbed back into bed.

The clunk of the bathroom door woke me with a jolt; I still felt a little groggy but I knew this was a good moment to escape. I’d had a fantastic night with Ben but the walk to shame was going to be bad enough without an awkward goodbye.

“You’re such a bitch.” I muttered to myself, springing from the bed.

My clothes were spread across the room, I quickly darted around recovering my items. There was a feeling of dread in my stomach as I realised I could not find my knickers. Dread quickly transpired into a pang of naughtiness as I pondered travelling home with my snatch exposed to the elements.

It dawned on me that travelling commando wasn’t a great idea and I continued my search. I was halted by the sudden realisation the shower had stopped in the bathroom. Quickly fixing my bra whilst slipping on my shoes, I then pulled on my dress.

Conscious I was rapidly running out of time; I hastily made my way to the hotel room door. Spotting a spare towel at the bottom of the open wardrobe, it suddenly occurred to me that there was a gym on the fifth floor; unsure if it even had a shower I grabbed the towel and Ben’s spare key card before leaving the room.

The ride down in the left felt like it took it ages. I felt so slutty, so not me, standing there in the lift with no underwear. My dress was flimsy, the wrong wind would have quickly left me exposed. As the lift arrived at the 5th floor, I was actually a little unnerved to leave its safety as I stepped into the corridor.

The sign directing people to the gym was small and took a while to spot; I followed the direction of arrow down a winding corridor. Finally coming across the glass door to the gym disaster struck, a sign affixed to the door read ‘CLOSED – Private Training Sessions’.

“Damn.” I said audibly. All the more frustrated that I could see a small corridor at the end that I was sure must lead to a changing room and shower. Through the glass door I could see the whole of the small gym; it was deserted with no sign of activity. Keen to feel clean, I tried the keycard from Ben’s room anyway, I was in luck as the door unlocked. With time tight, I dashed across the small room and through the door I had spotted on the other side.

I entered a small room, there was a bench running around the side and a larger one in the rooms centre; beyond the bench was a small corridor. There was a level of moisture in the air which told me that there must be shower in the corridor but also warned me someone had recently showered.

I listened out for the signs of anyone else kurtkoykadin.com but heard nothing. Confident I was alone, I threw down the towel and my bag. As I peeled my dress up over my head I got the shock of my life; as I regained my view of the room, I realised I had not been alone as I thought.

A blissfully unaware perfectly tanned male body was heading towards me, has face and view obscured by the towel he was drying his hair with. As he came closer, I was able to make out his solid physique; he had the huge strong arms I craved and a rippling six pack. Gazing only briefly at his stunning pecs, I quickly took my chance to chance to check out his package; I found myself lustfully staring at good looking flaccid cock sat on top of a large pair of shaven balls.

“Thought I had this booked!” The strange voice announced, startling me.

My eyes snapped back up, now looking at the tanned chiselled face of this perfect stranger; his damp brown hair and tanned skin contrasting his deep blue eyes. His towel was now held on his shoulder by his hand, he made no attempt at modesty.

“I’m so sorry, I just wanted a shower.” I babbled apologetically; he still made no moves to cover himself. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

“No need. You’ve seen everything now.” He responded with a cheeky grin; “plus I’ve seen most of you now so no need to be shy.”

It then suddenly dawned on me that I was stood there only wearing a bra, my matching knickers still somewhere 15 floors above. I knew she must be blushing which would be especially noticeable on my fair skin.

“Anyway, I’m Tim. Tim the trainer.” Tim chuckled, clearly his nickname amused him.

Tim’s eyes darted around my body; I’m sure I didn’t quite match up to the sort of gym bunny girls he has probably used to but that didn’t stop him roaming eye. I know men are enthralled by my fiery ginger hair, Tim’s eyes followed the flow of freckles from my face down my ample D cup breasts which were the only part of me enjoying some modesty. After clearly sizing up my breasts, his eyes worked their way lower taking in my soft maintained mound of ginger pubes and tidy pussy.

“Not here for a workout then?” He asked bringing his eyes back to my face.

Tim’s eyes quickly flicked back to admiring my body, there was a definite movement of blood to his cock as he did. Clearly I was turning him on and I felt a little giddy myself. Despite a great fucking last night, this was exactly the sort of man I craved and with the right signals I could have right now.

“It’s rude to stare.” I snapped, testing his reaction but he barely averted his eyes as I unclipped by bra and tossed it aside.

As I walked toward Tim to reach the shower, his eyes seemed to follow each nipple in time as they bounced with my stride. Tim still blocked the doorway and as I reached him, I placed my hand firmly on his left hip, my thumb sitting nicely in his Adonis belt. I applied enough pressure to make it clear he was in the way and he obliged, pivoting back against the wall.

Loosening my grip on Tim’s left, I placed my other hand on his left, just a little lower and further this time so I could feel the firmness of his buttocks. Pushing myself past, I cheekily rubbed my hardening nipples against his firm chest. Being a good foot shorter than him, I could feel his hardening cock rubbing my chest as I pushed past.

Just as I pushed past Tim, he grabbed my right arm as I swung it back towards me. Holding me in place, Tim swung his body to be behind me before pulling back towards him. Tim gripped my torso before rapidly raising his hands to fondle me breasts and tweak my very erect nipples. Tim’s hands enveloped my breasts, massaging them in a strong but sensual fashion; in the mirror dead ahead I could see him admiring his work.

I bit my lip, breathing deeply as Tim freed a hand to work further down my body. His arms were unable to make up the height difference and he stooped behind as his hands reached my soft tuft of pubes. His hands reached further, pushing past my labia to explore my swollen clit.

I was so lost in the moment as Tim’s fingers circled my clit and his hard cock throbbed, poking at my back. Muffled animalistic moaning left my lips uncontrollably as Tim continued his work. I was desperate to see and feel his cock, what I could feel up against me felt far from disappointing.

After what can only have been a matter of minutes, I could already feel an orgasm building. My moaning was getting loader and was beginning to writhe in Tim’s arms, he must have known what was coming.

“Go on cum! You know you want to!” Tim was insistent and I was compliant as my body shuddered and I growled loudly.

I felt weak at the knees, but that didn’t matter as Tim had already begun lifting me up off the floor. Grasping me beneath my knees and under my arms, Tim carefully turned in the corridor and carried me back into the changing area when he lay me on the central bench.

Although my dress and towel offered some cushioning, it wasn’t amazingly comfortable; I was a little confused as to why my head was hanging off the edge. I looked around as Tim was moving himself towards where my head hung, as I looked up my view was filled with an erect cock and balls.

As Tim lowered himself onto his knees my view got better and better; his balls were perfectly shaped and huge with it. As his cock came into clear view I like what I saw, it looked around 6 or 7 inches long, it was nowhere near as thick as last nights but it had beautiful thick veins which led to a bulbous purple head which sat clear of his retracted foreskin.

“You’ll be able to take more of it in this way.” Tim informed me, guiding his angry cock head towards my lips.

Now I knew why I was positioned like this, he wanted to be deepthroated; my head was full of fear and trepidation, I’d never tried this before. I quickly moistened my lips and had barely put my tongue back in when Tim began feeding me his cock. He wasn’t shy about getting it all in, shuffling forward for his best angle of attack.

I gagged a little when he was about three quarters in, clearly this turned on Tim even more as he more eagerly pushed the rest of his cock past my lips. I guess my life was made easier through Tim’s efforts as he bucked back and forth, fucking my mouth. Occasionally he’d thrust in hard and make me gag again, it was great to add my own sex noise over his grunts.

I raised one my hands up above my head so I could fondle his huge balls and Tim groaned in appreciation as fondled them. My other hand worked its way down my own body, vigorously stroking my own clit despite the distraction of regularly gagging as Tim fucked my throat.

After what felt like an eternity, Tim had clearly tired of feeding my face with his cock. As he withdrew his slobbery cock, I prayed that I would finally get to feel it in me. I quickly sat up and spun round on the bench ready to be positioned by Tim.

“We don’t have long! The next booking is due soon.” Tim warned me as he pushed me backwards and quickly moved my towel to cushion my head. I’d not even contemplated the risk of us fucking here in an unlocked changing room.

Tim was back down on his knees, rubbing his cock against my pussy lips. I exhaled loudly as he finished his teasing and entered me. He started slowly, his trusts acclimatising him to my extreme wetness. The feeling of his cock hard inside me was intense, especially as I watched the contusion of his muscles with every thrust.

Suddenly my legs were hoisted into the air as Tim drove himself deeper into my aching pussy. Little else in the room could possibly have been heard over my load moans; I was getting it hard and loving it. Here was this muscle stud ticking all my boxes and my inner slut could not care less when the next appointment may appear.

An orgasm was definitely building, I could feel my body tingling in expectation. In a brief display of decisiveness, I broke my legs free, wrapping them around Tim to drive him deeper into me. Moments later my moans had turned to screams as an orgasm took control of my body. Tim was unable to move as my legs and spasming pussy held him in place.

As I released my grip, Tim withdrew; I couldn’t feel that he had come and wondered what his latest plan was for me. Tim stood towering over me stroking his cock which looked shiny and slick from my juices.

As Tim continued to stoke his cock, his breathing got deeper; as he threw his head back and looked at the ceiling, I knew he was about to cum on me. He grunted loudly as the first rope of spunk shot from his cock. The first spurt of cum was followed in rapid succession by many more, I couldn’t even recall how much, it was more like a cum shower. When Tim had finished there was warm cum rolling across my chin, tits and belly.

“I think you definitely need that shower now!” Tim proclaimed as he stood proudly eying his handy work.

“You’re a bastard!” I retorted, the sex was over now, and I could show my wickeder streak.

I sat up, pulling the towel up from under my head; cum trickled south along my body. Tim moved off out of my path and rushed towards the shower, trying not to drip as I moved. I quickly found the shower and shutting the door behind me I eagerly pressed the start button. My mistake was immediately clear, I was hit with a blast of icy cold water.

Short Term Investments

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After his divorce Jack was lonely. It was hard living without Marni. They had been married 10 years. He planned to stay together for a lifetime but Marni’s career was taking off and she wanted to get away from her old problems. Jack did not blame her but he could not help feeling lonely.

Jack works at an aerospace company. He meets with representatives from other companies at their headquarters to negotiate contracts. The job takes him to cities around the country. He has been offered management positions but he prefers to be in the field. He does not see himself behind a desk at corporate headquarters.

One evening following a meeting in Chicago Jack was drinking martinis with a fellow named Harry from Boeing. Harry was 35 years old. He was not married. He did not even have a girlfriend but he was glad to be single. They were discussing Jack’s recent divorce. Harry tried to cheer Jack Opp. “Think of all the possibilities. You don’t have to report in.” Harry was working on his second martini.

Jack wondered aloud how Harry could be so happy without a companion. Harry became serious. He thought for a while and then said, “Jack, there is a way you can have companions.”

Jack was interested. He had never seen a Harry be entirely serious. He was waiting for the punch line but instead Harry wrote a phone number on a cocktail napkin. He said, ” When you call them say I referred you.”

Jack put the napkin in his pocket. He did not think he would call the number. It was probably for an escort service. He had never been interested in that type of entertainment. He was faithfull to Marni when they were married. Now he was not sure what kind of relationship he wanted.

Two months later Jack felt the napkin in his pocket. He had forgotten all about the conversation with Harry. He considered throwing the napkin away but there was something about Harry’s expression that made Jack curious.

He dialed the number. A male voice answered, “Security Short-term Investments.” Jack was surprised. He spoke into the phone, “Sorry, wrong number. I must have dialed wrong.” The voice answered, ” Maybe not. Who referred you?” Jack answered, “Harry, Harry Barszak.”

The man asked him to wait for a minute. He came back and asked Jack his name. Jack felt uncomfortable telling the stranger his name over the phone. He gave only his first name. The man warmed up noticeably. He asked, “Jack Randolph, 284 Long Lane, 38 years old, born April 22, Winston High School, University of Pittsburgh, employed by Soltram Tethnologies?”

Jack was uncomfortable. He asked, “Why do you have all that information?”

The man responded, “That’s what we do. We get to know people. Harry said you may be calling. That information was easy to find. If you join we will get to know much more about you.”

“If I join what?”

“If you join our group. We provide the security and you do the investing. We provide the means to find a short-term companion and we also provide security that allows people to get together and be comfortable with each other.

Basically, we are the friend in the middle who can vouch for each person. People who meet for an evening may be strangers to each other but each is well-known to us. Are you interested in joining?”

Jack said he was interested. He was told to wait for a call to schedule an interview.

His interview was arranged and a few weeks later a young man drove up to the house. He stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m Ron. Are you Jack?” Jack introduce himself. He led the young man to the study and Ron went right to work.

They talked about Jack’s life. They reviewed his present living situation. Ron requested a tour of the house. He looked into closets and cabinets. He explained that he wanted to verify that Jack was living as a single person.

Ron was friendly and Jack felt as comfortable as he could be exposing his personal life to a stranger. By the end of the interview the company had a comprehensive picture of him and his life. The young man parted saying that Jack would receive a call.

Three days later in the evening the telephone rang. He recognized the voice of his original contact. He was told that the company had set up an account for him. He was given the Internet address of Security Short-term Investments, an account number and a password.

Jack did not wait. He found the web page. It had the look of a typical business web page with headings across the top and a place for members to sign in. He put in his account number and password.

As soon as he entered his password a new page opened. A message read, ” Welcome Jack. We are glad to have you as a member. Please read the following:

The purpose of our business is to bring together people who wish to enjoy each others’ company for a single encounter.

We try to maintain security and privacy for all of our members and request that you follow a few guidelines. You should not ask your date for any identifying information.

You should not ask your partner his or her name. When you meet, your first bedava bahis task will be to suggest a name for your partner. He or she will also suggest a name for you.

We hope that you will have unlimited enjoyable encounters with some wonderful people. Now, we would like to know how you would describe yourself to a potential date. Please fill in the following questionnaire.”

Jack filled in boxes describing himself as 38 years old, 5’10” tall, 165 lbs., somewhat fit but not athletic, receding hair, good sense of humor, reserved, college-educated, work in the field for an aerospace company. There were other questions.

When he was finished with the questionnaire the computer asked, “Jack, would you like to arrange a date?” Jack was eager to try the service but he was feeling cautious. He needed to think things over.

Soon he made up his mind to use the service. He wanted his first date to be in a city far from home. He would be traveling to Seattle next month.

Jack went to the web site for Security Short-term Investments. He entered his password and his account page opened. He pushed a tab labeled ” propose a date”.

There was an encounter form. It asked for date and time. Then it asked for a schedule of events. Jack had not really thought exactly what he wanted to do other than meet a woman and spend the night with her. On the other hand, he would enjoy an evening with good conversation.

Jack checked dinner at a restaurant. He was asked what was next on his proposed schedule for the evening. Jack was a little worried about where this was going. He was simply looking for some companionship.

He checked a box for quiet conversation back at the hotel. He figured that he and his date could decide if they wanted to stop at the hotel bar and have a nightcap before retiring to his room. In the back of his mind Jack was thinking about the potential for disaster. What type of woman would agree to a date with his total stranger?

He finished the form and submitted it. A week later there were three responses. Jack intended to pin this date down well in advance since it was his first time. He examined the responses.

The first potential date was 32 years old. She was 5’7″ tall, enjoy dancing and was devoted to her malamute dog.

The second response was from a 35-year-old elementary school teacher. She was 5’5″ and 125 lbs. and enjoyed good conversation. She described herself as being reserved but not shy.

The third was from a 33-year-old single mother with two children. She worked as a manager in a department store and enjoyed writing poetry.

Jack pondered his choices. They all seemed like a date for him. He was actually relieved to see that there were any responses at all. He was feeling a little less lonely.

Jack did not want to compete with the malamute. Also, he felt a little reluctant to take some children’s mother out on a date so he decided to go with the teacher. The computer asked him to check back to confirm.

Jack did check back the next day and found that his date was confirmed. The woman would meet him in the hotel lobby at the requested time.

A week later Jack flew to Seattle. His meetings went well but that was not the only reason he was excited. This was the day of his date.

Jack thought back. His only previous blind date was in high school. A buddy had arranged a double date. The evening was terrible. The girl was withdrawn. She did not talk. She kept her coat wrapped around her the whole evening. He concluded then that blind dates were not so great.

So, here he was in his hotel room preparing to go out on a blind date with a schoolteacher from Seattle. Jack was having second thoughts. He reminded himself that he and his date were strangers and would remain so. He would act pleasant and try to have a good time. At the end of the evening what could he lose except the cost of a dinner? She might not even show up.

At seven o’clock Jack was down in the lobby of the hotel. He tried to look relaxed as if he did this type of thing all the time. He watched for any single women who appeared to be meeting someone.

In a few minutes he did see a woman enter the lobby. She looked around. Jack suddenly realized he had no way to identify himself to his date. He looked at the woman and gave a friendly smile. She smiled back at him.

The moved toward each other. She spoke first. “I was supposed to meet someone here from Security Investments.” Jack was relieved to know that he would not miss his first date.

He answered, “I’m here also to meet someone from Security Short-term Investments.”

She looked happy, “That must be me.”

Jack stuck out his hand and was about to introduce himself when he remembered the rules. He said, ” Nice to me you. May I call you Alice?”

He thought Alice would be a good name as this reminded him of Alice in Wonderland. He had a list of alternate names in mind if she did not like the name he gave her. She said she loved the name and that no one had called her casino siteleri Alice before.

Alice asked if she could suggest a name for Jack. She suggested Robert. The names struck him as a little stodgy. He had been thinking of Mack or Mark but Robert was not too bad.

They left to catch a cab. As they walked through the lobby Jack watched Alice out of the corner of his eye. She was quite attractive. She seemed self-assured and her smile was warm.

They have a seafood dinner. Jack like to travel to Seattle for a number of the city’s charms but most of all for the seafood. They selected the local wine.

Alice and Jack fell into comfortable conversation. It seemed no time before the wine was finished and the coffee cups were empty.

Jack looked somewhat shyly at Alice. “Would you like to come back to the hotel for a nightcap in the lounge?” He did not dare ask her to come up to his hotel room.

Alice did not want more alcohol. He had a sinking feeling. This is what he feared the evening would be like. They would have dinner and then say goodbye.

But Alice surprised him. She looked at Jack and smiled a little mischievously, “Robert, we could go back to your hotel and relax for a while. Our conversation has been so pleasant I hate to stop now.”

Jack could not be the his ears. She was inviting herself back to his hotel. He tried not to seemed to eager. He agreed that it would be enjoyable to continue their conversation at the hotel.

They returned by cab. As they walked into the lobby Jack was a little concerned that Alice had not actually invited herself up to his room. Maybe she was thinking the two of them would sit stiffly on the sofas in the lobby like a Victorian couple.

Jack decided to take a chance. He asked Alice if she would like to come up to the room. Jack noted that his date really seemed to like being called Alice. She smiled and said, “I would love to see your room.”

In the room Jack sat on a chair. Alice took off her jacket. She was wearing a tailored suit with a skirt. Under the jacket her blouse was open at the throat. She smiled a lot when she talked. He could imagine her standing in front of her class smiling at the students as she taught them. He thought how lucky the students were to have Alice for a teacher.

They taught for a while. Jack was entranced by Alice’s bright smile.

After a few minutes Jack asked would Alice mind if he turned down some lights. It was awfully bright. He turned off the ceiling light and all but one of the table lamps. The mood became more intimate.

Instead of returning to his chair, Jack sat on the sofa beside Alice. She looked directly at him. This gave him the courage to put his arm over the back of the sofa around her shoulders. Alice moved closer to Jack until they touched.

He was burning. She was really quite beautiful. He pulled her closer until their lips met. Jack now knew he was in Wonderland. He was kissing a beautiful stranger in his hotel room. This was something he had only dreamed about.

Jack embraced Alice. He held her close and she leaned toward him.

That position became awkward so Jack suggested that they may be more comfortable on the bed. They lay on top of the bedspread. Alice’s smile seemed even prettier than before. She lay on the bed with her legs crossed at the ankles. The silk blouse draped over her small breasts and flat stomach. Jack kissed her again. As they lay together he placed his hand on her chest.

Jack opened the buttons of her blouse. She didn’t resist his advances. He turned Alice to her side and unclasped her bra. His hand moved over her stomach and up to the chest.

He caressed her breast. Alice sighed. Her smile became dreamy. Jack sensed they both had been waiting for this moment.

He pushed the blouse and bra off her shoulders and removed her skirt. There she was lying on his bed with only panties. Jack removed his shirt and slacks.

They pulled down the bedspread and lay on the sheets. Even with clothes off it was her smile that captured his attention. As they hugged he enjoyed the curve of her back. When he covered her breast with his hand the nipple poked his palm. He pressed his pelvis against hers and felt her urgently pressing back. Jack wanted to be inside Alice.

He got up and told Alice he would be right back. In the bathroom he removed his briefs and pulled a condom over his penis. Alice waited for him. She had removed her panties.

They both thrilled to his probing against her vulva. Jack pushed deeper. Alice was tight. As he probed her vagina slowly relaxed to let him slide in. He pushed into her until their bodies met. She was impaled on him. His pubic bone crushed her clitoris. They kissed and stroked and embraced.

Jack withdrew enough to place his hand down between their bodies. He rested his palm on her mound and let a finger slide between the labia. He could feel her swollen clitoris. He gave a few strokes which caused Alice to moan. With his finger and thrusts of his penis he bahis siteleri brought her to the brink of orgasm. Alice grasped Jack’s shoulders and pulled with surprising strength. She cried out that she was cumming and wanted him to pump deep into her. They both climaxed as their bodies ground together.

After that they were sleepy. Alice agreed to stay the night. The next morning Jack woke to see a beautiful sleeping Alice with the smile on her lips.

At breakfast they looked into each other’s eyes and spoke sincerely. Each told the other how wonderful the night had been and they hoped they would have another. Jack watched Alice walked down the street. He thought to himself what a difference it made to spend the night with a lovely woman.

Jack felt more relaxed than he had in months. His coworkers noticed that he finally seemed to be recovering from the divorce.

Next month he was planning a trip to Houston. He logged onto Security Investments. Jack decided to explore more features of the web page. Next to “propose a date” was a tab “accept a date”. He opened the “accept a date” tab and put in Saturday. The meetings would be over on Friday.

A list popped up on a screen. There were a dozen dates proposed. They were mostly from men looking for women. Jack noticed how they all had the same general format with dinner, some entertainment, then back to the hotel or home for a drink and conversation.

One day it was proposed by a woman. She offered a date in the mountains at a private Lodge. There would be a home-cooked dinner followed by quiet conversation. The format was not too different from the dates proposed by the men except for the home-cooked dinner.

Usually after a negotiating session Jack needed to relax. This date could be just what he needed. He wondered how he would feel being on the other end of the date-making process.

Jack checked his acceptance of the date. He knew his “résumé” would show up on the woman’s computer. If she rejected him, then he would proceed with his original plan to propose a date of his own for that day.

He was told to check his account page daily. If he changed his mind before the date was confirmed he could simply delete his name.

The next day he Jack opened his account. He was mildly shocked to see that he was accepted. Why did she confirm the date so soon? Would he be safe in the mountains with a stranger? He was aware that these thoughts probably were common for women as they accepted dates from men.

The day came and Jack was ready. He would let the women run the show. After all, she invited him. He would let her start the conversation, choose the wine, make the first move. He would try to be a good date.

The woman drove up to the hotel in a Cadillac. Jack had never ridden in a Cadillac. He usually favored European cars. This car handled well. Jack made a mental note for his next car to be a Cadillac.

The woman was 32 years old. He named her Marcia and she named him Carlos. He did not feel very Hispanic but was happy to take the name. Marcia had a fair complexion. He guessed she had some Irish background. She wore her hair shoulderlength and she had that drawl.

Jack had to restrain himself to keep from asking personal questions. Marcia as Jack if he thought she looked familiar. He told her that she was a complete stranger to him. She seemed relieved.

Her family was in the oil business. She thought someone like him in aerospace would not have much contact with oil people. Jack agreed that he could not think of a single oil person he knew.

They drove four hours. The mountains loomed in the distance for a long time. Then suddenly they were in the foothills. The road climbed higher as they left the city behind.

At last they turned into a gravel drive and approached a lodge with spectacular views of the valley and surrounding mountains. Jack was impressed.

Marcia opened the door with her key. She told Jack that this was her family’s getaway place. No one else was planning to come to up to the lodge that day so they would have it to themselves. Jack was certain he could relax in this setting.

They spend the day walking outdoors, soaking in the hot tub and trying to identify the wildlife. In the late afternoon Marcia asked Jack if he were hungry. He told her the mountain air gave him a good appetite.

Marcia proposed that she prepare supper while Jack could sit on the porch with something to drink. Jack was feeling quite manly so he got himself a Scotch.

He sat on a rocking chair looking out on the mountains as Marcia prepared food. He could smell the woods and hear the birds. The afternoon sun was warm but not hot as it had been in Houston. Jack sipped his Scotch and relaxed. He nearly dozed off.

Marcia tapped Jack on the shoulder, “Dinner is ready.” She had said two places at a small table in the sunroom. She opened a bottle of wine and they sat down to eat. Marcia had prepared steaks with potatoes and green beans.

Jack was curious about Marcia but did not want to break the Security Investment rules. He asked what made her decide to become a member. She answered that her family was well known in Houston and sometimes she wanted to just be herself without the celebrity. She picked Jack because she thought he would not know her.

Panic

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Someone said that to live a good life, the most important thing was to ‘Know yourself.’ Even though I wasn’t twenty yet, I knew myself enough to know that I wanted and needed her.

I found her curled up in the den, listening to a blues singer telling a thousand year old story, told thousands of times before. I approached her and stroked her hair. She looked up at me in anticipation of my desire.

She stood and came into my arms. We kissed, and then I held her until she exhaled a long relaxed sigh. She said, “I’m safe when you hold me like this Danny…we’re together, and I’m not afraid.”

For most people, saying that they felt safe in another person’s arms might just be a nice thing to say, but for my mother it would have been unimaginable for her to utter those words only six months earlier. Six months that took two minutes and a life-altering eternity to pass. Up until then, we’d spoke and touched and acted as most mothers and sons did, except when the panic came, and struck the terror into her. There was never any warning, a thought perhaps, a sound, a flicker of light, and then the sweats, the shaking, the fear, and the tears.

On an ordinary day, a simple question was a spark that lit my old life on fire and turned it to ash. I’d said, “Mom, you look strange, are you okay?”

“Oh sure, honey. It’s…you know…’That time.’ I just have some cramps and I’m sore and…jeez Danny, why am I going on, you don’t have to hear about all this.”

“Mom, it’s not such a big deal to talk about your period, is it?”

“I guess not,” she laughed. “I guess I’m still stuck in the Middle Ages about that kind of stuff. I’ll tell you though, when I get like this, I feel uncomfortable in my own skin. It just seems to be getting worse; my breasts are so sore, I just feel like a wreck.”

That’s when I said something you could say to almost anyone, but not my mother. “Why don’t you let me take you to a doctor; he could give you something and…” That’s when I knew I’d made a mistake. The symptoms came quickly; just the thought of leaving the house and sitting in a doctor’s office set her off. Her medication wasn’t helping much. She’d been going out less and less over the years and I couldn’t remember the last time she went out of the house. I could see the sweat on her face, I could hear the heavy breathing, and I could feel the darkness that enveloped her.

I put her in my arms and said, “It’s all right; you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” My hand made slow wide circles on her back and she calmed a bit. I told her to rest on the couch and she went onto her stomach. I continued the stroking. Her sweater had come up, exposing the small of her back. I put my hand on it and continued the petting up under the sweater to her shoulder blades. In ten minutes she was quiet and breathing easily; I couldn’t tell if she was asleep.

To this day I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did. Sure, I’d always liked looking at my mom’s body, because her curves were in those places your hands just wanted to go to, but I never expected to act on it. I know that if I’d thought about it I wouldn’t have done it, but I just acted.

My two practiced fingers just unsnapped her bra. She didn’t move or say anything and I continued stroking her smooth skin. In the minutes that passed, my heart drummed a beat to accompany my racing thoughts. As if it was the most commonplace thing for a son to do, I ran my hand over my mother’s ass and down her legs to her calves. I was in the throes of desire, and reason had taken a distant second place. Her breathing was deep, but even.

I massaged her that way for a while, unmistakably caressing the fleshy curve on my hand’s journey, up and down the length of her body. I urged her over and she turned with a sigh. She wasn’t asleep. I repeated the soothing strokes beginning at her legs and over her thighs. I crossed her belly and when I got to her waist, I slipped my hand under the thin sweater. Her eyes stayed closed.

I stroked and fondled her swollen breasts for a long time. Her body was young enough for them to still have a girlish spring to them. They felt full and the nipples became erect when my palms passed over them. By then, my heart was pounding so hard you could have heard it in the next room. I drew my mother’s nipples through my fingers, savoring the stiff resistance. When I ran my fingertips over her skin, it was warm and velvety. She hardly moved, but I could tell how sensitive they were by the sounds emanating from her throat.

I wanted to look at her breasts and I wanted to watch as I fondled them. At that point, my erection was directing me. With my wrists, I forced the sweater to slide up and bare the full globes. They looked big on her slim body, and they looked beautiful in my hands. A few fine bluish veins made them look even more sensuous. I bent over and took one of her nipples into my mouth. I drew on it and kept it warm with my tongue. Before I got to tuzla eve gelen escort second one, she was whimpering and her hand was in my hair.

As I suckled on the elongated tips of my mother’s breasts she said, “I wanted to do it for you baby, they wouldn’t let me…they wouldn’t let me.” I had no idea what she was talking about, or whom ‘they’ were. Her sounds got higher pitched as I drew more of her tit into my mouth. It only added to the surrealism of the moment when all at once she took a breath, raised her hips, and put her hand between her legs. The pants she wore were thin enough to allow her fingers to stimulate her pussy and she began coming almost immediately. The “Oh…Oh…Oh…” that she kept repeating were more whimpers than words. I kissed her, and my mother kissed me back.

When she opened her eyes, her face was crimson. She sat up and said, “Oh my God, what’s wrong with me? I’m sorry Danny, I shouldn’t have let you…nobody’s touched me like that for so long…Danny forgive me…I’m so ashamed.”

I put my arms around her and said, “You have nothing to be ashamed of, if it’s anybody’s fault, it’s mine. You felt so good to me, and when the panic passed and you calmed down, I…mom, all that happened was that it made you better, and that’s nobody’s fault…that’s the best thing that could happen.”

The few tears stopped and she stayed on my neck without looking at me. “Thank you baby; you’re so sweet…I’m glad you’re here.”

That was the door that opened to allow similar holdings and touchings over the coming weeks. That was what developed into ‘Medicine’ for mom, and the source of my greatest pleasure up to that point. We had our ‘code words’ about her feeling scared, or not feeling well, and we would go into her bedroom to make it better, for both of us. Comforting her brought comfort to me.

Not that I wouldn’t have welcomed it, but it was okay that she was reluctant to let me touch her between her legs, and reluctant to touch me when I gave her thinly veiled opportunities. I think at that point, we both probably knew that the sexual stimulation that we were both experiencing would inevitably progress.

What also progressed was the level of intimacy we shared. Mom told me about her experience of a sheltered childhood. I knew that her mother had died when she was very young, but I had never heard the details. They were horrific. That didn’t prevent her father from repeating them to her time and time again in what mom called, ‘His loud warning voice.’ “You know honey,” she said, “It seemed like he told me the story every day.”

We sat on the couch, I held her hand, and she told me what had happened. She said, “I was only two and my mother was out shopping. It was winter, and it got dark early. In the corner of the parking lot, two men waited. Maybe my mother resisted and maybe she didn’t, all we know is that they beat her with a hammer, for a hundred dollars and some credit cards. My father said he couldn’t recognize her face when he had to identify her. That hammer forged the rest of my life.”

“I’m sorry mom,” I said. I stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She gave me a weak smile before continuing.

“My father hardly ever let me leave the house and he never stopped telling me how dangerous it was ‘Out there.’ I know that he loved me and he wanted to protect me, and unfortunately, he had enough money for home schooling and for Lucia, who was always with me, so I ended up in the house most of the time. I was so lonely baby, I think I cried every night.”

I stroked her hair and face and said, “I’m sorry mom.” The sadness colored her words.

“You didn’t really know your grandfather, he meant well, but there wasn’t much anyone could tell him, and he had enough money to always get his way. He had enough money for a lot of things. I didn’t realize that this house is what most people would call a mansion, until I was older. I guess I thought every home had huge fireplaces, pools, gyms, and media rooms. And I guess I thought people had enough money, because after he died, the check from the lawyers came every month.”

Hearing her open up led me to ask about the topic I could hardly get her to say a word about. “Mom, what about my father, all you ever say is that his name was Paul, he was a nice man and he died after you got married. But I haven’t believed that for a long time, that’s not what happened is it?” It had always upset her whenever she had started to tell me anything about him.

“No baby, that wasn’t what happened…oh God, all right, I’ll just tell you and get it over with.” She hesitated and then said, “We were never married…I got pregnant right in this house. That was what sent my father over the edge I guess, because after all he did to protect me, it still happened. I didn’t meet many boys and all my ideas came from books and TV, and I guess it was like one of those bad TV shows…he was a carpenter, a handyman…Paul who tuzla otele gelen escort was nice to me…and I liked him.”

Her mood shifted and she said as if it were only a matter of fact, “I was very young and when I realized I was pregnant, I had to tell Lucia…and she told my father. They sent him away…he never even knew…”

Then she smiled at me. “I had you right here in this house…and when you were three, daddy died, and then it was just you, me, and Lucia, until six years ago when she had to go back to her family in Italy…she loved you a lot…you can still hear it in her letters, can’t you honey?”

“Sure mom, I still miss her.”

“I should have told you all this before sweetie, but I was ashamed…it was all such a mess.”

“Mom, you never have to be ashamed of anything you do, you’re a terrific loving person.”

She put her arms around my neck and said, “Thank you baby…can we talk more later? Just hold me for a little while. ” I held her and she settled into my arms. When I began touching her, she sighed and leaned back into the couch pillows. When I kissed down her belly she didn’t stop me from kissing her on her mound. I lifted her skirt. I wasn’t sure how much of the wetness on her panties was from my mouth above or her pussy below, but I waited until she was writhing before attempting to take them off.

When she lifted her hips to help me, the sheer lavender nylon quickly rolled into a small ball before I tossed it on the floor. The fragrance of her humid opening drew me. The rustle of her bush crinkled in my ears as my tongue found the tender pink slit and worked its way in. I delighted in my first taste of her juice and she almost twisted away from me in reaction to the contact I made with her clit.

I brought her back with my hands on her hips and licked the slippery nub until it was shiny with my saliva and her own moisture. I did have some experience, but I learned quickly by her reactions how sensitive and primed for pleasure her swelling clit was. I took her breasts firmly in both hands and sucked the whole area between her legs into my mouth. I used my tongue to circle and then massage the erected flesh. I was taking great pleasure in pleasuring her. Before I could decide what to do next, my mother started coming.

It was all so amazing to me, I was eating my mother’s pussy and she was making the most beautiful noises of satisfaction I had ever heard. She kept gyrating as she came and I tried to keep my mouth on her clit so I could lick it until she finished. I was hard enough to make me think that I would break through the zipper.

She opened her eyes and said, “God, my whole body still feels like electricity is going through it…I…” She had recovered enough to notice my erection bulging in my pants and she said, “Oh sweetie, you’re all…I…do you want me to…do something?”

I took her hand and said, “Yes mom, come with me.” I led her to the bedroom and she sat on the bed with her back against the headboard. I unfastened my pants and I stood on the bed and brought the stiff rod near her lips. She looked up and me and said, “Do you want me to…?” There wasn’t much ambiguity about what I wanted, but I was patient.

I held her face and said, “Yes mom, I want you to take me in your mouth.” I was awed at how she sat there looking up at me, waiting, as her son stood before her, getting harder while she watched. She closed her eyes. I was so hard for her, my cock almost pointed to the ceiling. I pushed it down to the level of her lips.

She was waiting. She didn’t come for my cock, so I brought the thickened flesh to her lips. It looked too big for the delicate mouth that typified her fine features. When the swollen head made contact with her lips, she opened her mouth and I entered, touching the inside of her mouth. She closed her lips around the wide mass. I pushed some of my length in and out and I said softly, “Suck me mom, suck me.” She began sucking.

What my mother lacked in experience, she made up in enthusiasm. She was kissing and sucking at the same time and she stayed mainly on and around the engorged head. She tentatively placed her hand around the shaft and I put my hand over hers and moved it up and down along the shaft. It didn’t take long before she was into it. Experience is good, but how bad can inexperience be when it’s your mother sucking on your cock?

I made noises and gave her words of encouragement and directed her to use her tongue and lips and mouth until I thought it couldn’t feel any better. And then I wanted to fuck her. I pulled my cock from her mouth and pulled her down to a position where she could take me inside her. Her noises were little cries. I opened her legs and brought my cock to the entrance of her pussy. I was so busy getting set to take her that I hadn’t even looked up. When I did I wasn’t happy.

My cock had just spread her pussy lips when I saw the look on her face. Her tuzla sınırsız escort eyes were wide and the sweat on her face wasn’t perspiration. She was breathing hard and making the noises that always meant one thing, panic. I pulled out, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I said, “What is it mom, did I hurt you?”

She shook her head no, but she was having trouble catching her breath. She finally managed to say, “I’m sorry baby, I don’t know, I got scared and everything flashed; you’re my son, and what if I get pregnant and how could I let you be in me like that, oh God, what kind of mother am I?”

“You’re a loving mother.” I said as I held her shaking frame. “And I wouldn’t have come inside you, but it’s okay mom, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

When she calmed, she said, “Oh honey I’m sorry…” We kissed for a while and I could feel her sexual excitement building. She said, “I still want to make you feel good…let me…” She leaned over and put some the semi-erect flesh that lay on my leg into her mouth. It didn’t stay semi-erect for long. Long is what it got and she took the bulging meat as far as she could. There was too much for her and she gagged for a second. When she recovered, she settled into licking and sucking the head and the top of my shaft. I took her hand and placed it on my balls. She cupped and massaged them instinctively as her mouth worked toward the release I could feel building.

My mother looked up at me for a moment with her eyes wide to see what effect her sucking was having on me, it didn’t take long for her to realize that having my cock in her mouth was driving me crazy. She closed her eyes and started bobbing harder and faster.

She was making wet noises as my thick flesh slid over and around her tongue, and I could feel my whole body stiffen in anticipation of releasing the big buildup of cum she had created with her sucking

I thought of pulling out before letting go, but the thought that kept going through my head was too intoxicating. The words, ‘I’m going to come in my mother’s mouth…’ kept playing over and over in my head until I couldn’t hold it any longer. The only warning I could give her was the first two words of “Mom, I’m…coming.”

Well, some of it went into her mouth. She was stunned by the force and volume. She pulled back and it fired onto her, and everything around. I still needed to finish and I took her hand from my balls and placed it on the shaft and we stroked and each volley fired off. When the final spasms of cum released, she kept rubbing, a bit harder than necessary, and I held her hand still after exhaling.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know how…”

When I caught my breath I said, “Mom, it’s fine…it’s more than fine; it felt terrific. Thank you for making me feel so good.” I kissed her and she stayed in my arms. Some of my cum was in her hair, some of it was on her breasts, and the rest, well, I guess inexperience can be messy sometimes.

We did a lot of touching and had oral sex a few times during the next few weeks before I chanced any escalation. I wanted her to get out of the house for a change, so I said, “Mom, will you take a ride with me, you’ve never even been in the new car.”

She said, “Honey I don’t know, it’s almost dark, and I was just about to make dinner.”

I came up to her and kissed her neck, “Come on mom, just a short ride, do it for me.”

I kissed her and she took a deep breath and said, “You know honey, I’m more worried about having a panic attack out there than I am of going.”

“Mom, I’ll be with you, whatever happens, I’ll be with you.”

She gave me a kiss and said, “Okay baby, but only for a little bit.”

I couldn’t remember the last time she went out. When we got in the car, I could see the agitation beginning to surface. I put my arm out and said, “Come here.” She came close and with my arm around her I started driving. I took the street that led to the lake and said, “Look at those trees mom, how long has it been you’ve seen them?”

“A long time baby, they are beautiful.” I idly let my hand fall on her breast and stroked it between my thumb and fingers. She looked at me and smiled and I felt her nipple stiffen through the sheer bra that she wore. There was no longer any shame when we touched and she put her hand over mine as I gently stroked her breast.

When we got to lake, the sun had just set and we parked in a small clearing. The colors of that golden hour mirrored off the lake and she said, “It’s so beautiful, it’s amazing.”

We looked at the lake for a long while in silence, and when the colors faded, we began kissing. Our tongues played and I reached under her bra to free her breasts. Their fullness filled my hand and the swelling in my pants became evident. The kissing was warm and sweet and satisfying. She stopped and held me and said, “Tell me that you love me.”

I realized that I felt it, but hardly ever told her. I also realized that it wasn’t just sex that was driving me, I’d always wanted to be with someone that would share the kind of love that was total, and a passion that would transcend all barriers. And now I knew that I wanted it to be her. I said in her ear, “I love you very much, I love you, I love you, I love you.”