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9 min·Jul 7

Blues music and the allure of younger women were Daniel's two great consuming passions. Sophie met him on the train to Chicago. She sat across the aisle from him, and their chatter flowed freely during the train's brief passage. A blues singer in one of downtown Chicago's popular lounges, barely twenty-four, with a voice to make a grown heart weep, Sophie made quite an impression on the old-timer, her well-groomed silver streaks entangling him in their pull. Her eyes in the hazel spectrum and warm, provocative smile seemed to dare him, but he thought he could be overanalyzing it. As they parted at the station, she had casually mentioned, almost deliberately, her concert at the lounge the following Friday. He tried convincing himself that this was a mere matter of courtesy, but she remained forever etched in his mind - her lemony fragrance, and her eyes that seemed to look right through him. On Friday, therefore, he found himself in the lounge, fully convinced that she would hardly remember him; he was wrong after all. The intimate venue had small round tables encircling a wooden stage where a few performers wobbled on the soulful wail of the harmonica. Sophie stood in the middle of the stage, the voice drifting like smoke through the room. Daniel was mesmerized from a corner table. She wore a sapphire blue dress, figure-hugging and shiny under the lights, cut low enough to hint at her curves, and ending mid-thigh to give a glimpse of long, sculpted legs. Black ankle boots studded with silver, a narrow waist, smooth olive skin, sylph-like hands, delicate neck, tiny stud earrings, auburn hair flowing in waves, and lips coated with deep crimson.A glass of whiskey was slid onto his table by a waiter, and Daniel nodded in acknowledgment absently, his eyes fixated on Sophie, Her set ended with a mournful note. The opening notes of the next song pierced through. Her eyes found him. A lazy, almost electric smile crossed her face - it could stop traffic. She spoke softly to the guitarist, who nodded and stepped back. Sophie then made her way over to Daniel's table. "You made it! I was hoping you would, " she said, warmly. "Miss an invitation from someone like you? That'd be a crime. This place is incredible, " he said. "How about a dance? " "Me? I'd trip over my own feet trying to keep up with you." "Oh, come on, don't sell yourself short. It's just for fun-no need for a performance. And let's forget the formal stuff, okay? " How was it possible to say no? "I'm fine with that, but you have to promise to drop the formalities with me too, " Daniel grinned. She extended her hand, and they stepped onto a small dancing floor. His arm circled her waist-firm yet careful, guiding her like a true expert with grace. They stood fittingly, and his body knew hers, curvy against her frame until they locked gazes, her smile soft with intensity. They swayed to the slow raw blues, and the charge hung about them like static. His hand resting at the small of her back sent her a jolt, a tingling warmth settling low in her belly, utterly dissimilar from anything she had felt with other men. A brush of her hip against his body ignited something inside him that was getting hard to suppress. Moments passed in erratic breathing and fixated looks, one song, then the next, and soon enough, on the third, all the unfulfilled desires swelled in thick silence between them. Sophie resumed fanning herself lightly." One second, I really must go to the restroom, " she said, her low voice husky. He nodded, using the moment to control the heat building up inside him-not from the dance but from her. Sophie unraveled him like nothing else. When she returned, she took his hand and resumed the party with a faster, smokier blues. They were in half-light, shadows curled around them, with the tempo now sculpting them into one as their hips brushed against each other with every step. He could just hold on for a moment longer before saying something he would never live down, but he held back, unsure whether her desire level matched his. Then she slipped her hand into the neckline of her dress, pulled out a small black piece of fabric, and with a knowing grin, tucked it into his coat pocket. "And what is that? " he asked, never missing a beat on the dance floor. "A little gift." Her tongue found her lower lip. He reached into his pocket, fingers brushing soft, delicate lace-slightly warm, slightly damp. Then, it hit him. The sultry look in her eyes confirmed it: her panties were infused with a good part of her desire. No woman had ever done anything so brazen, so raw. His control shattered entirely. He took her hand, pressed a kiss on it, and led her out. They hailed a cab to go twelve blocks to his loft. Words weren't necessary. They had built such an atmosphere that a sentence between them would sound redundant except to make the driver look back every so often. In the elevator to 10th floor, they collided - his hands lifted her by the hips; her legs wrapped around him; and warmth pressed against his abdomen through his shirt, teasing him with her bare heat. Locked in a hot, intense kiss, he fumbled his key into the lock, pulled the door open, and carried her inside. Without breaking contact, he moved into the bedroom, setting her gently at the edge of the king-sized bed. She stood on the mattress, her dress riding up slightly, exposing more thighs. He stood before her, naked arousal evident and straining against the cloth of his trousers. Daniel reached for her, desperate to peel off her dress, but she stopped him with a playful shake of her head. "No, let me take charge, " came her low, sultry reply. She stepped down, moved behind him, and pressed herself against his back, her hands sliding around to unbuckle his belt. Then, with the slow, lazy-paced unzipping of his pants, she tugged them down with his briefs, sort of barely grazing his skin along the way. She knelt, pulled the clothes free from his legs, then nudged him forward until he was face-down on his bed, his legs hanging off the side. She stripped off his shoes, socks, pants, and briefs, leaving him half-dressed, his shirt and jacket still on. He started to turn, but she climbed onto the bed, straddling his back, pressing a booted foot lightly against his shoulder to keep him in place. "Stay right there, darling, " she murmured. She lowered herself, lying face-down along his back, her bare skin brushing his neck as she shifted into position. Her lips came to the curve of his lower back, kissing softly, the silk of her dress gliding over his skin like a whisper. The sensation was maddening, but nothing in comparison to what was coming next. Sophie parted his cheeks, her breath warm against his skin. Her lips brushed the sensitive area, teasing with soft kisses before her tongue began a long, deliberate exploration. She licked, precision in her pattern, circling and pressing deeper, her tongue strong yet tender, igniting nerves he didn't know could feel this way. Her own arousal soaked his neck, the slick warmth grinding against him as she moved, the scent of her encompassing his senses. His body trembled, his erection throbbing against the bed's edge, every touch pushing him closer to the edge. Her tongue plunged deeper, curling up inside him, then withdrawing only to tease the outer edges, leaving him gasping, pleading silently for more. Her hands roamed lower, nails grazing his swollen length, tracing the veins, circling the tip there pre-cum glistened. She smeared it with her thumb, her touch pyrrhic yet torturous, drawing a low groan from him. His hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for release, but she was in control, making the most of every shudder. Sophie slid off the bed and onto his knees, her mouth before him, her eyes never leaving his as she took his pulsing length between them. Those lips were hot. The tongue wrapped around the head tasted him fully, sucking with a hungry rhythm and cupping him in a hand that massaged, while two fingers slipped back to where her tongue had been, slowly, deliberate thrusting deep inside him. The two that joined from opposite ends pushed waves of pleasure through him. His moans grew louder, his body beginning to tense as she drew him closer to the edge: her fingers curled inside him, striking at a spot that turned his vision a little hazy while his mouth sped up in work. When he finally came, it was explosive; a guttural cry from his throat tore loose as he exploded into her mouth. She took it all, her lips never faltering, swallowing with a satisfied hum. Spent, Daniel fell limp onto the bed. Sophie lay beside him, her face flushed, lips yet glistening. She kissed him, deep as the taste of him intermingled. He felt as if he had come apart and been reborn into the heat of her touch- convinced he would never feel anything so divine again.

12 min·May 26

I've shared plenty of my intimate escapades, often with partners I've connected with multiple times, savoring every second. This time, though, I'm diving into a one-off encounter - a fleeting, electric moment with someone I never saw again. But let me be clear: this was someone I'd known for years, someone who'd always sparked something in me. That evening, I checked in with my partner before heading out to a rooftop lounge. We have this mutual understanding - it's not about asking permission but ensuring we're on the same page and know each other's whereabouts in case of emergencies. So, I met up with my girlfriends at the lounge, ready for a night of fun. It was live music night, with a band playing soulful covers, perfect for losing ourselves in the rhythm and lyrics. My friends and I ordered cocktails - mojitos and martinis flowing freely. A group of guys approached, offering to buy us drinks. We didn't know them, so we politely declined. As the night wore on, more drinks in hand, they sent over a bottle of prosecco as a gesture. We sent it back, keeping our vibe tight. One of the guys seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him through the haze of music and laughter. Around 1 a.m., the lounge started winding down, so we decided to hit a nearby dance club just a short walk away. The club was buzzing, and it seemed half the lounge crowd had the same idea. We danced, laughed, and sipped more drinks, completely caught up in the moment. The DJ gave a shout-out to our table, which made us cheer wildly. During a break, the DJ sauntered over - and I recognized him instantly. His name was Marcus, a former colleague from my old marketing gig. Marcus was striking - a bit husky, not too tall, with warm brown eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him a rugged charm. I'd always found him attractive back in the day, despite his stocky build. We got to chatting, and he mentioned he liked to invite women to join him on the DJ platform to keep the energy high. He called up a few other groups, then us. My friends and I climbed up, moving to the beat. The chemistry between Marcus and me was palpable - our playful glances and synchronized moves had my heart racing and my body tingling. The cocktails and pulsing music had me burning with anticipation. We stepped down after a bit - rules are rules - and kept dancing below. The guys from the lounge reappeared, sitting nearby, their eyes locked on us. We ignored them, lost in our own world. My partner called to check in, and I assured him I was fine, promising to be home later. We hung up. One of the lounge guys approached me. He looked familiar, but in my buzzed state, I couldn't pin it down. He wore a navy blazer, was tall and wiry, with a faint scar above his eyebrow. He asked me to dance, and I agreed. After a couple of songs, we parted ways, returning to our tables. Marcus kept sending shout-outs our way, and our eyes kept meeting, each glance stoking the fire inside me. My imagination was running wild, and I was already so turned on. The guy in the blazer asked me to dance again, and we did, our bodies close but not too close. By 4 a.m., the club announced they'd close unless tables ordered at least $250 worth of drinks to extend the night. We pooled our cash, and more cocktails arrived. One of my friends, Lily, was practically asleep at the table, while the rest of us kept the party going. The blazer guy came over again, saying he'd reserved a private lounge area and invited me to "chat." I knew it wasn't just about talking, but curiosity - and a spark of excitement - led me to grab my clutch and follow. In the dimly lit lounge, he introduced himself as Nathan, but his friends called him "Stretch." Then he hit me with a shocker - he was my partner's cousin! Yes, you heard that right. He explained he was the son of my partner's aunt's cousin, and we'd met at our engagement party and a few family barbecues. I was stunned. He confessed he'd always found me attractive and leaned in for a kiss. I pulled back, saying I didn't want any drama. He respected that, offering to walk me out later. I said I'd stick around a bit. We left the lounge, and, true to his word, we only talked - nothing more. Still, the forbidden thrill of it all had me aching with desire, though I knew I couldn't act on it without risking trouble. The club was nearly empty by then, with only a few stragglers left. We decided to head out. As we were leaving, Marcus gave us another shout-out and queued up a final track. He jogged over, asking us to wait so he could drive us home after his set. Lily was out cold, Ava was ready to leave, and Zoe had an early shift, so we couldn't wait long. Marcus insisted on driving us, and we agreed. Stretch watched as I climbed into Marcus's SUV with my friends. We dropped my friends off one by one. I was the most sober - or so I thought, especially after the cousin revelation snapped me out of my haze. After the last drop-off, Marcus said he'd forgotten his hoodie at the club and asked if I'd come with him to grab it. I agreed, enjoying his company and, let's be honest, drawn to his rugged charm. He parked, then invited me inside for a quick drink. The club was deserted - just us, the neon lights casting a soft glow. He poured me a bourbon, and we talked, the air thick with tension. It was nearly 6 a.m., and I said I had to go, thanking him for the great conversation. He asked if I was sure, then closed the distance between us and kissed me, his lips firm and warm. It was the moment I'd been craving, but I played it coy, murmuring, "I'm taken." He smirked, saying he knew - he'd seen my partner drop me off at work before and didn't care. His hands roamed my body, urgent and hungry, squeezing my curves as he deepened the kiss. I slid my hand over his jeans, feeling him harden under my touch. He peeled off his shirt and pants, revealing his stocky frame, and I followed, stripping down to my lace bra and panties. Our kisses grew frantic, tongues dancing, as I pressed myself against him. I climbed onto the bar, the cool surface a sharp contrast to my heated skin. He grabbed an ice cube, slipping it between his lips, and knelt between my legs. The icy chill against my most sensitive spot sent shivers through me as his tongue swirled, the cold melting into warmth. His fingers teased my entrance, sliding in just enough to make me gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming - the ice, his lips, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm, drawing soft moans from me as I gripped the edge of the bar. Then it was my turn. I slid his boxers down, and - holy hell - his member was short but impossibly thick, like nothing I'd ever seen. The tip was small, almost delicate, but the shaft was a challenge, broad and heavy. I started slowly, my lips wrapping around the head, tasting him as I worked my way down. It was intimidating, but I took my time, savoring the way he groaned. He guided my head, urging me deeper, and I obliged, my jaw stretching to accommodate him. My tongue swirled along the underside, and I felt him pulse, his grip tightening in my hair. I kept going, even as my jaw ached, lost in the intensity of pleasing him. I pulled back, breathless, and he asked if I was enjoying it. I nodded, my voice husky as I said, "Hell yes." He positioned himself between my breasts, and I pressed them together, letting him move against me. The friction was electric, his groans fueling my own desire. He asked if I had protection, and I dug two condoms from my clutch. To my shock, the first wouldn't fit - too tight for his girth. We tried the second, stretching it carefully until it just barely worked. I leaned against the bar, one leg propped on a stool, my body open to him. He positioned himself behind me, easing in slowly. The stretch was intense, a mix of sharp pleasure and a hint of pain, filling me in a way that made my breath catch. But the angle wasn't quite right - he couldn't go as deep as I craved. I guided him to the floor, laying him on the pile of discarded clothes. Straddling him, still in my stilettos, I took control, guiding his thick length into me inch by inch. My hands braced on his chest, I moved, slow at first, then faster, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, then my breasts, pinching my nipples as I rode him, the sensation sending sparks through me. It was incredible, but my heels were killing me, and I needed more. I shifted, leaning against the bar again, urging him to take me. We tried, but the angle still wasn't perfect. I dropped to my knees on the floor, arching my back in my favorite position - on all fours, ready for him. He knelt behind me, sliding in with a slow, deliberate thrust. The stretch was exquisite, his thickness opening me up as he moved, his hands gripping my hips. He tugged my hair gently, a light spank landing on my skin, and I moaned, begging for more. The rhythm built, our bodies syncing, but his length kept him from hitting that deepest spot I craved. I rocked back against him, matching his thrusts, determined to feel every inch. We went at it for what felt like forever, lost in the heat of it. I shifted again, lying on the clothes, legs spread wide. He teased me with his fingers, circling my clit with slick precision, making me writhe. I begged for him, and he obliged, lifting my legs to his shoulders and sliding in. His fingers kept working my clit as he thrust, slow and deep, then faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his back. His pace quickened, sweat beading on his brow, his face flushed as he moved harder, faster. My moans filled the empty club, mingling with the faint hum of the neon lights. He hit his peak, his body shuddering as he groaned, collapsing against me. He'd finished, but I was still on edge, my body humming with unspent desire. He lay beside me, catching his breath. I excused myself to the bathroom, grabbing my clothes. When I returned, we were both dressed, my stilettos back on. He drove me home, the silence between us comfortable but charged. He mentioned he worked weekends at the club and invited me back. I smiled, saying I'd had fun but hadn't quite gotten there. He promised a next time. I never returned while he was DJing, though. At home, my partner was fast asleep. Still buzzing, I needed release. I slipped into the bathroom, cleaned up, and grabbed my vibrator. Closing my eyes, I pictured Marcus - his hands, his mouth, that impossible thickness - and let the toy work its magic. My fingers circled my clit, the vibrations pushing me higher until I shattered, my body trembling as I finally found my release. Exhausted, I showered, made coffee, and started the day. My partner didn't seem to notice when I'd gotten home - or so I believe.

6 min·Apr 12

Two weeks ago, on a Saturday, I was all set to go out with my pals, a pair of brothers, but their family drama tanked our plans at the last second. I was bummed, itching to hit the clubs. At home, over lunch, my mom picked up on my vibe. "What's got you so glum, honey? " she asked, stirring her coffee. I sighed, "My night out with the guys fell through, Mom." She tilted her head, thoughtful. "That's rough - but how about we go out together instead? " I blinked. "You and me? " She grinned, nodding. I hadn't seen that coming. For context, my mom, Claire, is 46, with a lean frame, auburn hair, and hazel eyes that spark when she laughs. She's got this effortless confidence, and yeah, I've caught myself staring at her curves when she's not paying attention. She's been different since splitting with my dad - quieter, like she's been caged up. She told me she was craving a night to feel alive again. I was stunned but said, "Hell yeah, Mom, let's do it." She darted to her room, then called, "Come help me pick something to wear! " I followed, half in disbelief. There she was, rifling through her closet, holding up outfits. I watched, mesmerized, as she modeled a pair of dark jeans with a silky top, then a flowy dress that hugged her in all the right places. She settled on tight jeans and a deep blue halter top. Before slipping it on, she held up a lacy purple thong and asked, "This work? " My jaw dropped - my mom, asking that? I stammered, "Yeah, purple's hot, " and she smirked, changing right there. That night, we rolled into a pulsing downtown club, the bass vibrating through us. We grabbed drinks at the bar, and I couldn't shake the image of her earlier, her skin catching the light. It stirred something wild in me. After an hour of dancing, laughing, and losing ourselves in the crowd, she leaned in. "Gotta run to the bathroom, sweetie." My heart raced. I waited a beat, then followed. I slipped into the restroom, and she spun around, eyes wide. "What're you doing here? " she gasped. Words failed me. "Mom, I can't hold back, " I said, and kissed her, hard. It was reckless, insane - but her lips were soft, parting under mine. She pulled back, shocked, and her hand grazed my cheek in a half-hearted slap. "Oh, honey, " she whispered, guilt flashing in her eyes. Then she grabbed my face and kissed me back, deeper, her tongue teasing mine. My hands roamed, sliding under her top, feeling the heat of her skin. She murmured, "Is this what you want? " I nodded, pulse hammering. Her fingers fumbled with my belt, freeing me. She sank to her knees, the tiles cool under her, and took me in her mouth. It was slow at first, her lips gliding, tongue swirling in ways that made my knees buckle. She looked up, eyes locked on mine, and sped up, her breath hot, hands gripping my thighs. I tangled my fingers in her hair, lost in the rhythm until a sharp knock on the door snapped us back. We scrambled, adjusting clothes, and slipped out, hearts pounding. Back at the bar, we ordered another round, the adrenaline still buzzing. Later, I nudged her. "Wanna walk? " She nodded, "Let's go." Outside, the air was crisp. We kissed again, her lips tasting of whiskey and desire. "You're too good at that, " she teased. I confessed I'd been thinking about her, more than I should. Her eyes softened, and she kissed me, emotional. I mentioned her painted toes, how they drove me crazy in her sandals. She laughed, "Your dad thought it was tacky - I stopped for him." I grinned, "Keep doing it. It's sexy." We wandered, and in a dim alley, I tugged her close, hands slipping under her top, brushing her bare skin. She shivered as I teased her, my fingers finding her warmth through the lace. "You're gonna kill me, " she gasped, voice thick. "Home? " I asked. "God, yes, " she replied. At our apartment door, I whispered, "Lose the thong." She did, climbing the stairs with a sway that made my head spin, her top clinging to her, no bra, her shape unmistakable. Inside, we didn't hesitate. "Mom, I need you, " I said. She grabbed my hand - "My bed, now." We tore off our clothes, and there she was, bare, breathtaking. Her body was a map of soft curves and faint tan lines, her eyes daring me. "Like it? " she asked, voice low. I couldn't speak, just stared at her, natural and perfect. "I wanna taste you, " I said. She lay back, legs parting, and I knelt, kissing her thighs before diving in. My tongue traced her, slow circles at first, then deeper, her hips arching as she moaned, loud and raw, her hands gripping the sheets. She pulled me up, flipping us so she was on top, straddling me. She teased me with her hands, then her mouth again, deliberate, drawing out every sensation until I was begging. "Please, " I groaned, and she smiled, guiding me inside her. It was slow, her hips rocking, her breath hitching as we found a rhythm. I gripped her waist, watching her move, her head thrown back, moans building. I thrust harder, deeper, feeling her tighten around me, her nails digging into my chest as she came, trembling. I wasn't far behind, pulling out to finish across her stomach, collapsing together, tangled in sheets, the world reduced to just us. We lay there, catching our breath, her fingers tracing my arm. It was a moment I'd carry forever - forbidden, yes, but ours.

8 min·Mar 9

During my summer break, I always needed to supplement my allowance. I was 19, owned an old pickup truck, and it guzzled gas like nobody's business. With nothing better to do, I took a job at a hotel - mostly schlepping luggage to rooms and the like. The hourly wage wasn't exactly generous, but I did alright for myself. I was friendly, quick on my feet, and that earned me some decent tips. One afternoon, a sleek, vintage Cadillac rolled up - a real beauty, despite its years. I hustled over, opened the door, and out stepped a silver-haired guy, sharp-looking for his age. He tossed me the keys, told me the bags were in the trunk, and asked me to bring them to his room. Then he was off to the front desk without a backward glance. I parked the car - a sweet '72 DeVille with a smooth purr - in the lot, grabbed the luggage from the trunk, and headed to the desk to get his room number. Up I went to Room 214, but the guy wasn't there. I set the bags down by the bed and sighed - there went my shot at a tip, or so I thought. Still, driving that Caddy for a minute made up for it. The day dragged on with nothing much happening. Just before my shift ended, the guy from 214 called down to the desk. He ordered a late-night sandwich, a chilled bottle of Chardonnay, and a shot of bourbon. Since nobody else was on bellhop duty, they asked me to handle it. I loaded up a service cart with his order and took the elevator to the second floor. The door to 214 was cracked open, but no one answered my knock. I pushed it wide, rolled the cart in, and heard a voice from the bathroom telling me to set everything by the armchair. I did as instructed, plated the food, and poured a glass of wine. I was about to leave when my eyes landed on the bed - a mess of sheets and a DVD case sticking out. Curiosity got the better of me, so I picked it up. It was some flick by a director named Falcon - never heard of him. The back cover made it pretty clear what kind of movie it was, though. I was flipping through the pictures when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around, and there he was, grinning ear to ear. "That part of your job description? " he asked. My face went tomato-red - I'd never been caught like that before. I stammered out an apology and made for the door, but he stopped me. "Hold up, " he said. "First, you haven't gotten your tip. Second, how about keeping me company? Or are you off the clock? " I mumbled that this was my last run of the night, still unsure what I was getting into. "Then stick around, " he said. "There's enough food for two, plenty to drink, and we can watch that movie together. Name's Richard - nah, call me Rick." Something in his tone told me he wasn't big on no for an answer, so I nodded. "Not hungry, " I said, trying to keep it casual. "No problem, have some wine then." He poured two glasses and handed me one. "Bottoms up - loosens things up! " We downed it in one go. Over the food, we chatted about random stuff, and before I knew it, the bottle was empty. He finished eating, then poured us each a hefty shot of bourbon. I'd barely touched hard liquor before, but the night was already off the rails. "Down the hatch, then we'll watch, " he said. I tossed it back, and this time it hit me like a freight train - warmth spreading, head buzzing. I wasn't drunk, but I was definitely feeling it. He rewound the DVD and hit play. The movie kicked off with some guy showing up at a place in New York. Didn't take long for it to dive into a scene - my first glimpse of a gay flick, and it was wild. The action was intense, raw, and loud, and I couldn't deny it was getting to me. Rick wasn't watching the screen - he was watching me. He poured another bourbon and slid it my way. "Cheers! " I knew the drill by now and knocked it back, eyes glued to the TV. My jeans were starting to feel tight. "Strip, " he said, blunt as hell. "It'll feel better, and I wouldn't mind seeing what a kid like you's packing." The booze had me loose enough that I didn't even argue. I peeled off everything but my boxers, barely taking my eyes off the screen. "I said strip, " he barked. "When I say it, I mean it." So I ditched the boxers too, and there was no hiding how into it I was. Rick noticed, of course. Onscreen, the New York guy was going at it again, round who-knows-what. Rick started shedding his clothes too - mid-sixties, I figured, but in damn good shape. When his briefs hit the floor, I couldn't believe it. Nice equipment, perfectly proportioned. He stepped close, right in my face. "You've been watching long enough to know what's next. Take it in your mouth." Half-dazed, I opened up, and he slid in. The bourbon had me relaxed - first time or not, he went deep, and I handled it. He moved slow, grunting in a way that sounded approving. My own situation was rock-solid, more than ever before, but he didn't touch me, and I was too busy to care. Then, just like that, he pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom. There I was, sprawled out, not sure what to do. I turned back to the screen - still hot as hell (I still dig those old Falcon films; the new stuff doesn't do it for me) - and started messing around solo. A few minutes later, he was back. "Time to wrap this up right. Lie on your side - I'm gonna take you." He handed me a little bottle - some stuff called Rush - and told me to exhale hard, then snort it deep through each nostril. I did, pulling in so much I nearly blacked out. Then I felt him push in, no hesitation. It hurt, but I was too far gone to care. I was floating somewhere else as he started moving. The sting faded, and every thrust got better. "Turn over, " he said. "From behind now." I rolled, and he went back in - no pain this time, just steady, relentless rhythm. It was unreal: the movie up front, him working me from the back. After what felt like forever, he pulled out again. "On your back." I had to hit the bottle one more time first. He lifted my legs high, lined up, and waited till I finished sniffing before slamming in. My knees were by my ears - I could've almost reached myself. He went hard, finishing fast, unloading inside me. He collapsed on me for a second, then sat up and grabbed me with his hand. Three or four strokes, and I was done, exploding. "Mouth open - swallow, " he ordered. I couldn't resist - I took it all, gulping down more than I thought possible. When I was spent, he let me drop my legs. "Go shower, " he said. I didn't argue, scrubbing off the night in a long rinse. When I came back, he'd cracked two beers from the minibar. We chugged them in silence. "Good time, kid, " he said, tossing me a folded bill. "Here's your tip. Now get out - I'm beat." I stumbled out, only checking the cash in the hall. A crisp hundred.

8 min·Sep 3

So much had changed in her life in the last three months, officially divorced and now her son was starting a university exchange program and traveling to Boston for three months, Laura said goodbye to her son at the boarding gate, tears welled up in her eyes and a halo of sadness flooded her mind, she was not alone since she was also a student. She left the airport and lit a cigarette before going to work, she was not far away, she worked as a director in a logistics center, that night she arrived home, a semi-detached house in the suburbs, she took off her shoes and had dinner, she went to bed and turned on the laptop, She opened the flightradar page and saw that her son's plane had just landed, she sent him a voice message and then opened her email, an email immediately caught her attention, it was from the student exchange page, announcing changes in the procedure. Laura was going to receive a university girl in her house for 2 months in exchange for her son and she was bringing forward the arrival to a few days. The day arrived and Laura, after a long day of cleaning and preparing the house, the doorbell rang and a slim and attractive girl appeared, nothing like what Laura imagined, a nerdy, prudish girl with thick glasses. After the girl settled in her son's room, they had dinner in the kitchen in a friendly way, Estrella, which is how the girl was called, looked about 24 years old and studied contemporary art, her features were Asian, her father was Japanese and her mother Mexican, she was thin and had long hair, her eyes were slanted, the same height as Laura and her skin had a very dark complexion, a strange feeling ran through Laura's body. The first week Estrella went out to study and visit the museums, on weekends she arrived late, Laura helped her with whatever she needed, one night Laura came home from work and saw Estrella coming out of the shower completely naked, the two met in the hallway. -Sorry! -I thought she was alone! Laura could not help but look sensually at her from top to bottom, Estrella wore her hair up, her tits were two peaches with hard and pointed nipples, her smooth belly and narrow hips with shaved pussy and revealing a thin slit, slender legs and tiny and sexy feet and Estrella did not move despite noticing that Laura was X-raying her, she let her observe her body for a moment that seemed very long, but in reality it was very short. -I'm going to change, " said Laura perturbed and overtaking Estrella. Laura went to her room, her body was restless, her mind disturbed, she took off her clothes and put on a nightgown and covered herself with a robe, they had dinner and went to sleep, Laura stretched out on the bed and talked by videoconference with her son, she could not get the image of Estrella naked out of her head, her mind fantasized about her and her pussy got wet, she took off her panties and started masturbating and moaning until she cummed. The next day Laura got up and made coffee before leaving for work, Estrella appeared sleepy and stretching her arms. -Good morning sleepyhead! -greeted Laura, "Did you sleep well? -I heard you moaning and it made me horny! -said Estrella bluntly. -With these walls! -Laura answered blushing and embarrassed and putting her hands to her face. -Don't take it like that! -said Estrella, caressing her as she saw her embarrassed, "You are a female, honey, and you need to cum! Estrella's words made Laura blush even more, she was talking in the kitchen of her house about cumming with an almost stranger, but that situation made her pussy wet again, she said goodbye and went to work upset, she could not get out of her head everything that had happened the day before. Laura was still young, 39 years old and 1.65 years of height and a little plump, half brown hair, her tits were still not sagging, her hips wide and her buttocks hard and with very little cellulite, sexually she was inexperienced and her husband had her so unsatisfied that she wanted her pussy to work again, thinking about Estrella made her pussy wet, but she only interpreted it as a fantasy thought. That evening she arrived home late, the weekend was starting and Estrella greeted her with a smile. -Aren't you going out tonight? -asked Laura. -I'm not staying home, we can watch a movie. Laura changed and put on a nightgown and panties, they had a pizza for dinner with some wine and after picking up the dishes they sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, they looked for a movie on Amazon Prime. Estrella joined her body with Laura's, they both ate popcorn, for a moment the TV screen was in the background and they both looked at each other sensually, things that Laura had thought about started to happen. Estrella got down on her knees and pushed the bowl of popcorn away from her and turned her face and began to give her little pecks on her lips. Laura pretended to be surprised, but in reality she was offering her body to him and giving herself totally, Estrella kissed her neck while caressing her tits, she pulled one breast out of her nightgown and licked her nipple, Laura moaned softly and Estrella began to intensify her caresses and bit her nipples while her hand caressed her pussy over her panties, Laura spread her legs offering her pussy to him. Estrella's hand slipped under her panties and caressed her pussy lips, Laura let out a pleasurable sigh. -Let's see your pussy! -whispered Estrella kissing her neck. Estrella pushed gently and two fingers went into Laura's wet pussy and she let out a crushing moan, the thumb played with her swollen clitoris, the two began to tongue each other morbidly. -Your pussy is so wet! -I'm so unsatisfied! -I'm so unsatisfied! Estrella took off her nightgown and panties and let them fall on the floor, lifted her legs and sucked her feet, ran her tongue between her toes and sucked her big toe. -I like the way your feet smell! -He murmured, "You're a bit of a slut! Estrella bent down and spread Laura's legs, pushing her hips and taking her buttocks to the edge of the couch and buried her head between her legs and opened her vaginal lips with her fingers and began to lick her slit, Laura began to moan loudly, Estrella's tongue stopped and penetrated her slit then licked it from bottom to top. -You have such a tasty pussy! -murmured Estrella to her. Laura was strongly aroused and she sighed and gasped loudly, holding her legs with her hands. -You're going to drive me crazy! -Laura howled. -Do you like the way I eat your chubby pussy? I've never been tongue-fucked like that! Estrella began to lick her clitoris and Laura began to shake and squeal loudly, her legs trembled and her toes curled, Estrella bit her clitoris and pulled on it as if she wanted to pull it out, Laura moaned thunderously. -I'm going to make you cum like a whore! Laura experienced a pleasure she had never experienced before and had lost control of her body and mind, her pupils disappeared behind her eyelids and a brutal and deep orgasm came over her. -How I came! -Laura stammered, her voice cracking. Estrella kissed her and lifted her up and pushed her towards her room. -I'm going to fuck you, fatty! Laura couldn't believe that a woman was going to fuck her... she only had a vague idea of how to do it between them.