Mrs Howard spanks both Ellie and Marsha as she takes on discipline for the household
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Mrs Howard Spanks Mother and Daughter
Mrs Collins brought Ellie home from camp knowing she had promised Mrs Howard she would give her 16 year old daughter a really hard spanking. “Put all your clothes in the linen basket Ellie, and then come straight to my bedroom” she instructed her daughter.
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Ellie knew her Mother had threatened to spank her and fully expected to have her knickers taken down and make the trip across the maternal lap, but it was her Mother of course, not Mrs Howard. A few spanks and it would be over. She knew Mrs Howard would be over later on and hoped she would give her a proper spanking, and afters.
Ellie did as she was told and walked into her Mothers bedroom.
“Knickers down and over my knee Ellie.”
Ellie huffed a bit but went across her Mother’s lap.
“I hope this teaches you a lesson” and she gave her daughter a spank.
Ellie cried out “it hurts Mum.”
“It’s supposed to” her Mother replied and gave her six more spanks.
“Why are you so naughty Ellie?” she asked.
“Dunno Mum, I just can’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“Are you really Ellie?” she asked.
“Sure Mum, promise.”
“I do so hate having to spank you. I know Mrs Howard doesn’t mind so maybe we’ll leave the rest of your spanking to her, eh? At least I did some.”
“Good thinking” Ellie replied.
Her Mum sighed with relief. “OK then, go on, pull your knickers back up. Mrs Howard will be here soon.”
Ellie walked back to her room, not believing what had just happened. She quite fancied being spanked, but her Mum never did keep her promises when it came to discipline. Mrs Howard did of course.
That afternoon Mrs Howard came to clean. The three women stood in the kitchen when she arrived.
Mrs Howard asked Mrs Collins “so, did you spank Ellie this morning as you said you would?”
“Oh, well, actually, I gave her quite a few spanks and then she really was apologetic.”
“How many spanks?” Mrs Howard asked.
“Oh about six or eight. Hard ones of course” she added trailing off.
“You are kidding me aren’t you?” Mrs Howard said. Ellie smiled.
“Erm well, no. I did say that you would spank her as well though.”
“I see” Mrs Howard said, looking cross.
She looked at Ellie dressed in her sleeveless pink top white shorts and thought how cute she was, as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but she knew better. The little minx has a sharp tongue and a bottom that needs constant reminders about how to behave, and a tongue that did wonders when let loose between Mrs Howard’s legs.
For now though she was her strict self and asked “let me get this straight Ellie, you were rude to your Mother on the phone when still at camp, she said she would spank you today, but she only gave you a few spanks?”
“I guess Mrs Howard,” Ellie said.
“But she said I would spank you as well?”
“Uh huh” Ellie responded.
“Right. Then I suppose it is up to me to discipline Ellie again. Ellie, go upstairs to your room. Get undressed, I mean everything, and stand facing the wall with your hands above your head and think about how naughty you were and what you deserve. I will be up shortly.”
When Ellie left the kitchen Mrs Howard turned to Mrs Collins. “So Marsha, you have failed again to take proper responsibility for your daughter’s discipline.”
“Sorry Mrs Howard” she said. She held her breath when she heard Mrs Howard call her Marsha. That meant she was in trouble, probably ending up across her knee herself.
“Right Marsha, I will go upstairs and deal with your daughter. You will do the cleaning downstairs as I can’t do both today.”
“Oh, but”
“No buts. I will spend an hour or so dealing with Ellie and then you and I will have a little heart to heart. Understood?
A downcast Marsha nodded and said quietly “yes Mrs Howard.”
“And Marsha, if you come upstairs to listen I will be really cross. Do you understand that as well?”
“Oh yes Mrs Howard, I won’t interfere at all.”
“Good.”
Mrs Howard watched as Marsha started to clean the oven before going upstairs. She walked in to Ellie’s room without knocking and found the 16 year old undressed, facing the wall and with her hands on her head.
“Good girl Ellie. Now come here” Mrs Howard demanded.
Ellie walked over to Mrs Howard and stood in front of her, not scared even though she knew she would be spanked very hard. She stood quite still and waited for instructions.
“You understand this will be a discipline spanking as well young lady.”
“Will there be anything else Mrs Howard?” Ellie so hoped she would use her strap on.
“Yes of course girl, don’t be dim on purpose” she snapped, then added “I do so enjoy the afters Ellie when you give me a present for disciplining you.”
Ellie was delighted. She had spent a whole week at camp and so needed her pain fix. She watched as Mrs Howard opened her bag and took out her strap.
Then Mrs Howard said “you know Ellie, I think this time I’ll get undressed as well. Just for a change.”
Ellie watched as Mrs Howard removed her short sleeved black blouse and unclipped her bra, and as the bra slipped down her arms Ellie smiled at the sight of Mrs Howard’s womanly breasts. Then Mrs Howard unbuttoned her off white linen trousers and pulled them down over her thighs, stepping out of them, followed by her skimpy knickers.
When Mrs Howard stood back up and looked at Ellie she snapped “take that smile off your face young lady. You won’t find my lap any more comfortable just because my legs will be bare.”
“And everything else” Ellie said.
“Enough Ellie, over you go” Mrs Howard demanded as she sat on the chair.
Ellie bent down across her lap and felt immediately how different this was. Her own skin touching Mrs Howard’s cool thighs. She squirmed around just to feel more of her skin.
Mrs Howard looked down at Ellie’s smooth back, her legs, and of course her pert little bottom which without doubt was her favourite bottom to spank. Ellie took the hardest spanking of everyone and whilst she cried like the best of them she also recovered the quickest and enjoyed the soreness as she gave Mrs Howard her present. This time she loved the feel of the 16 year olds bare flesh against her own bare thighs, as she knew she would, and felt the wetness begin between her legs.
Mrs Howard placed her hand on Ellie’s bottom and as she rubed so she slid her hand between Ellie’s legs and brushed her shaved hair mound, quickly telling that Ellie was moist as well, like herself, in anticipation of what will follow.
Ellie just knew she had surrendered control and Mrs Howard could decide whatever punishment was needed. The loss of control added to her satisfaction. Not knowing how long, how hard, just that she would be in tears and her bottom would be sore. She left it all to Mrs Howard.
The spanking started and Ellie was soon squirming as her bottom was warmed up by the indomitable Mrs Howard who was once again relishing inflicting pain on her young charge. The small bottom soon turned pink and then red, the 16 years old eyes soon filled with tears that ran down her cheeks, and the youngster forgot she was lying across bare thighs as the pain took over.
Mrs Howard enjoyed the sight of the naked Ellie. She spanked her bottom with one hand whilst stroking her back with the other, moving her hand around to her front and covering the 16 year olds breast, caressing it, squeezing her nipple for her own enjoyment as she continued to thrash the teenager, inflicting the pain, disciplining her.
Ellie became unaware through the pain that her breast was being caressed and stretched her arms out straight so she didn’t hinder Mrs Howard’s hand, but the pain was greater than the tender feel of her hand. She did squeeze her left arm behind Mrs Howard’s back and put her open palm of her waist. The bare skin felt good.
The hand spanking soon changed to the strap and much of the caressing stopped. The strap was harder to handle and caused Ellie rather more pain, especially those spanks across the tops of her legs. Both ladies focussed on the spanking now, the giving it and the receiving of it. Tears flowed, cries were yelled out, the lesson was being taught.
Mrs Howard put the strap down when she decided Ellie had indeed had enough. The crying continued. The reddened bottom stared up from her lap, her hands wandered around Ellie’s bottom, her legs, her inner thighs, and between her legs. Once Ellie started to think more about the hand between her legs than the spanking Mrs Howard eased her up so she was sitting on her lap.
“Kiss my breast Ellie” she said quietly and breathed heavily when the teenager’s lips encircled her nipple and kissed and licked and sucked as Mrs Howard stroked the teenager’s breast.
“On the bed Ellie” Mrs Howard commanded, tenderly now, as an equal rather than the disciplinarian.
They smiled at each other as they slid on to the bed and hugged, kissing, their tongues finding each other as their lips clasped each other.
Ellie stroked the older woman’s stomach, and her thighs until Mrs Howard whispered “go on Ellie, your fingers, put them inside me, use them, find my clit, work me.”
Ellie kept kissing as she fondled Mrs Howard’s vaginal lips and when they were moistened she slid two fingers inside and as Mrs Howard gasped with joy so she worked her fingers deeper, and longer, and soon enough Mrs Howard gasped with elation, shuddered in climax, and groaned with satisfaction.
Slowly she recovered, smiled at Ellie, kissed the teenager’s breast, and moved her own fingers down to Ellie’s pussy. It was her turn to bring her companion to orgasm and she did, expertly, smoothly, lovingly. Ellie was gasping for breath. Yes she had masturbated many times before but having someone else do it was so different, so exciting.
It was over too soon. Ellie lay on the bed and was only vaguely conscious of Mrs Howard standing up and getting dressed. She opened her eyes to see Mrs Howard, a dressed Mrs Howard, standing over her, hairbrush in hand, waiting. Ellie realised. Her discipline spanking. It was going to happen.
Ellie stood up and waited for Mrs Howard to tell her what to do. No hard feelings of course. She earned a discipline spanking and was going to get one.
“You have earned this Ellie. You were rude to your Mother again.”
“Sorry Mrs Howard, but I can’t help it, it’s just that it’s so easy.”
“I know Ellie. Your Mother is weak, remarkably so really, but I have a job to do and I will do it now. Get over again, and this time it will be rather harder than before.
When Ellie was in place Mrs Howard asked “how many of these did I give you last time Ellie?”
“120 Mrs Howard” Ellie said with a slight quiver in her voice which Mrs Howard heard and gave her cause to smile. The little brat wasn’t so smart now was she?
“Right then, so if I add a few for good measure let’s call it 125 shall we?”
Ellie had received a hairbrush thrashing several times before and the pain was horrendous. She gasped, which again made Mrs Howard smile as she looked at the naked teenager again lying prone across her lap, her bare bottom beautifully placed to allow maximum leverage. She was so going to enjoy making this 16 year old cry again.
“You do know it will do you good don’t you Ellie?”
“Will it Mrs Howard?”
“You take your spankings very well Ellie. It’s nice to have someone so receptive Ellie. You just grit your teeth and take whatever I give you. You can cry but that’s ok. The main thing is you see it as a lesson as much as anything else.”
Ellie wasn’t sure what to say so Mrs Howard just said “Ready?”
Ellie put both her arms behind her knowing Mrs Howard would bend both in to half nelsons and grip them hard so she couldn’t protect her bottom even if she wanted to.
Before Ellie could say anything the brush was raised high and brought down hard on the tender creamy bottom lying across the older woman’s lap and soon the room was filled again with the sound of Ellie’s gasps of pain. It was so much worse than the strap, being spanked with the hard unforgiving wooden paddle.
Soon Mrs Howard was keeping up the rhythm, Ellie was crying out in pain knowing her bottom was being smothered in bruises and was being turned bright red. She had lost count of the number of spanks but didn’t care. She just needed to get through all the spanks without begging to be let up. She never wanted to beg.
The spanking stopped without warning and Ellie was crying harder than she could ever rber. 125 spanks with the hairbrush. Just what will her bottom look like when she eventually gets in to the bathroom?
Slowly she recovered and Mrs Howard let her get up. She stood in front of Mrs Howard with her hands on her head waiting for her instructions, tears still streaming down her face, her bottom stinging, throbing even.
“You really are such a good girl Ellie” she said, as she slid her fingers between the 16 year olds legs and smiled as she felt her vaginal lips were much moister than before.
“Now listen young lady. I have to talk to your Mother about how come she didn’t spank you properly.”
“I don’t care about that Mrs Howard. It’s just a shame you can’t be my Mum and always be the one to spank me.”
Mrs Howard gave the 16 year old a hard stare, then softened and smiled and said “you may not enjoy that as much as you think. I don’t have any patience with naughtiness. You might just get spanked more than you expect. Now listen Ellie. I need you to stay upstairs whilst I go and discuss things with your Mum. You can listen but don’t come down. Understand?”
“Sure. What are you going to do? Why can’t I watch?
“Because it’s your Mum. Don’t make me say it again or you will go back over for another 125 with this” she snapped shaking the brush close to Ellie’s face.
Ellie recoiled.
“Now why aren’t you so well behaved with your Mum young lady?” Mrs Howard asked.
“Because I know you mean it Mrs Howard” she answered with some serious respect. “I really would like you to be my Mum and spank me all the time. I know you said I might not like it but I bet I would be better behaved” Ellie said with a sly smile.
“Too right” Mrs Howard agreed. “Now young lady don’t mess around any more. Go to the bathroom and then come straight back here, or else.”
Ellie nodded and left the room, still naked, and went to the bathroom whilst Mrs Howard went back downstairs. She found Mrs Collins in the lounge who looked up when Mrs Howard entered.
“Keep going Marsha, I didn’t tell you to stop did I?” She snapped.
Mrs Howard pulled out a chair and sat down and looked at Mrs Collins, wondering how a woman of 37 could be so weak when it came to discipline. Not like herself who was sexually aroused by giving a spanking someone particularly to someone she had feelings for. She knew though that not everyone enjoyed giving a spanking. Many people much preferred to be spanked, like Ellie. Even so this woman was weak.
“OK Marsha, come over here please” Mrs Howard ordered after watching her clean for several minutes. She wasn’t even good at cleaning she thought.
“So Marsha, tell me why you didn’t spank Ellie properly, after you and I discussed it and you said you would.”
“Well, I suppose I just didn’t like to, not with her having been away for a week and all and she did apologise.”
“You mean after half a dozen spanks knowing if she didn’t she would be likely to get lots more.”
Marsha knew the sense in that reasoning. “I suppose” she said quietly.
“I see. What happened to being a responsible parent? You can’t be a responsible parent and let your children get away with insolent behaviour you know.”
“Well, I don’t really think …”
“No you don’t do you” Mrs Howard snapped, then continued “Well I do, and I think that you need to be taught another lesson and one in fact I have just given your daughter.”
“Oh dear, I heard. There was a lot of screaming up there.”
“Yes Marsha, there was, but only from the Ellie who deserved every last spank. I wasn’t screaming was I?”
“Well I guess not.”
“Right then, take your skirt and knickers off, I am so cross with you so I’m going to spank you again and you know you really deserve this one, a lot.”
“Oh please don’t” she pleaded whilst at the same time taking her skirt off and pulling down her knickers. It hadn’t struck Mrs Howard before just how quickly Marsha got ready to be spanked, but yet again she had her bare bottom ready quick as a flash. That made her think.
“Stand in front of me Marsha, with your hands on your head please” she said quietly but with a firmness Marsha had no intention of disobeying. She stood quietly, respectfully, and waited. She breathed deeply as Mrs Howard started to stroke the inside of her thigh, edging her legs apart to invite her to stroke higher. She was enjoying this bit, even when she felt Mrs Howards hand brush her hair mound, even slide along her vaginal lips.
“I thought so. Looking forward to being spanked are you Marsha?” Mrs Howard suddenly asked.
“Pardon me …” Marsha started, stopping when she realised she had said too much.
“I knew once I felt just how moist you are. You’ve masturbated haven’t you, at the sound of me spanking Ellie. Answer me” she snapped as she drew her hand back and landed a forceful spank on the outside of Marsha’s leg.
Marsha let out a gasp and when she saw the hand drawn back again she cried out “yes, yes, I did masturbate. I’m so sorry.”
Mrs Howard let Marsha calm down before asking “why are you sorry?”
“Well, because it is wrong, to masturbate I mean, especially over my daughter.”
“Over your daughter or over me spanking your daughter?”
“Well, … oh, I see what you mean” Marsha said thoughtfully.
“There’s no shame in wanting to be spanked. Ellie likes to be.”
Marsha suddenly realised what Mrs Howard had said. “Does she like to be spanked?”
“Oh yes, but properly, not the way you do it, or not do it as the case might be” she added sarcastically.
“I didn’t realise. What about you?”
“I enjoy spanking people. Like Ellie, and others.”
“So you enjoy spanking me?”
“Well, not so fast. There is a difference. You can’t take a very hard spanking. Not like I enjoy giving. Ellie can.”
“You can teach me can’t you?” Marsha was entering territory she hadn’t properly thought through. She knew she had a hankering to be spanked though.
“I can. But that will take time.”
“Please Mrs Howard. Please teach me.”
Mrs Howard realised Marsha was seeing the green grass but didn’t know what she was letting herself in for. Maybe she could have some fun at her expense, and give Ellie the pseudo Mother she was looking for.
“Maybe I will, but I don’t just spank once or twice. If you want me to teach you then you have to accept my decision on your discipline all the time, not when you choose but when I say. Agreed?”
“Oh yes Mrs Howard.” Marsha was reaching the point of no return.
“What about Ellie? If you can’t bear spanking her then you need to accept that and make other arrangements. She still needs to be disciplined.”
Marsha thought for a moment and then suddenly had the best of ideas. “Yes you are right. I tell you what you can do it. All the time.”
“What, spank Ellie whenever she needs to be? Now that could work I suppose” Mrs Howard said trying to look thoughtful. She continued “Yes, that can really, but I would need to be in control, and make all discipline decisions.”
“That works for me. You can spank Ellie whenever she is naughty.”
“No Marsha. I mean I have to make the discipline decisions for both of you. I decide when you each get spanked, for how long, how hard, and with what implements.”
Marsha stopped a moment but decided she had to agree. Mrs Howard was making perfect sense and anyway if she wanted to be spanked she had no choice really did she? It wouldn’t work otherwise would it? “Yes of course” she said.
“Good” Mrs Howard said “in that case I will discipline you and Ellie from now on. Expect me to be strict.”
“Oh yes Mrs Howard, you must be very strict.”
Mrs Howard knew Marsha was getting carried away. Would she still think the same after her next spanking she wondered? Probably not, but she was going to make sure this weak woman couldn’t wriggle her way out of it. Mrs Howard despised weakness. Ellie had strength. Marsha was going to be just her whipping horse, at least until she found out if the 37 year old can withstand one of her hard spankings. She looked at the woman standing with her hands on her head, her knickers around her knees, discussing how she wanted to be thrashed like a little girl, not realising her daughter got afters and all she was going to get was a sore bottom.
“Don’t worry about that. You just worry about how much your bottom is going to hurt afterwards. I will start with what I gave Ellie. Get across my lap.”
“Oh right” Marsha enthused as she willingly bent across Mrs Howard’s lap. It felt good she thought as the carpet came up to meet her face and if Ellie could take it then there was no reason why she shouldn’t be able to.
Mrs Howard smiled at the back of Marsha’s head knowing Marsha wasn’t going to enjoy this one little bit. “125 spanks with this hairbrush Marsha, just like I gave Ellie upstairs. Bend your arms behind your back. Quickly.”
Mrs Howard didn’t mention the hand spanking she gave Ellie nor the strap. It was going to be a cold hairbrush spanking, and a painful one at that.
Marsha obeyed, and once Mrs Howard had her arms gripped firmly in half nelsons.
To rub in the barrassment Mrs Howard asked “Marsha tell me how old you are”
“I am 28 Marsha so you are being spanked by someone much younger than you. How about that?”
“That’s OK. I respect you.” Marsha said but her voice betrayed her lack of confidence.
“And you will respect all my decisions won’t you Marsha.”
“All your decisions Mrs Howard. Really I will, so you teach me well.”
Mrs Howard said “You know if I am going to spank you regularly I reckon Ellie should watch.” She knew once Marsha was spanked in front of her own daughter she would find it even harder to wrest back control.
“Surely not” Marsha pleaded. “I’m her Mother.”
“I thought you were going to be obedient Marsha?” Mrs Howard said brusquely.
“Sorry Mrs Howard. Of course. Whatever you say.”
Marsha was being really compliant now but was also feeling uncomfortable, lying across her cleaners lap, her arms pinned behind her back, her bare bottom about to be spanked, and still the discussion taking place, How much longer before she started she wondered?”
“Or do you simply mean, yes it’s my decision?” Mrs Howard demanded sharply.
“Yes, yes. It’s your decision Mrs Howard” Marsha conceded.
Mrs Howard shouted out “Ellie, down here, quickly.”
Ellie sprinted downstairs and stopped short as soon as she saw her Mother draped across Mrs Howard’s lap. Ellie took the view in. Her Mother hands held firmly in half nelson’s, her toes about three inches off the floor, her bare bottom neatly perched on Mrs Howard’s right thigh ready to be spanked, her knickers down around her knees.
Marsha looked up as Ellie walked in. Ellie noticed her Mother was blushing, the deepest reddest blush she had ever seen on her Mother’s face. Even then she knew that no matter how red her Mother’s face was with that blush, her bottom was going to be an even deeper red when Mrs Howard had finished thrashing her.
Ellie was the first to speak. “So you do spank Mum” she said in awe.
“Yes” Mrs Howard said “just like this” Mrs Howard added as she raised the hairbrush and brought it down smartly on Marsha’s left bottom cheek. Marsha screamed out. Ellie put her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
Mrs Howard pursed her lips, rested the hairbrush on Marsha’s bottom looked up at Ellie and said “I have agreed with your Mother that I will take responsibility for your discipline in future. Well actually for both you and her.”
Ellie’s mouth dropped open.
Mrs Howard continued “You will both have to behave in future or else suffer the consequences. If you are naughty you will get a spanking with this hairbrush and spend time in your bedroom facing the wall. Understood Marsha?”
“Yes Mrs Howard” came a quivering reply.
Mrs Howard looked at Ellie and smiled when she saw Ellie’s wide grin. “Do you understand as well Ellie? You will get exactly the same discipline spanking I gave you upstairs.” Mrs Howard asked sternly but still smiling. Marsha was looking at the floor and so did not see the smile, but just heard the stern tone.
“Oh yes Mrs Howard. Definitely” Ellie answered trying to use her most deferential voice, but knowing she could now look forward to many more spankings across Mrs Howard’s lap. It didn’t matter that many would be discipline spankings, as she reckoned there would be plenty of the other type, with afters and all.
“Good” Mrs Howard said, smiling, almost laughing, as she raised the hairbrush again, studied Marsha’s bottom, and thrashed it down relentlessly time and time again until the 37 year old was blubering like a child and her bottom was a very nice shade of bright red.
Mrs Howard said sharply “There have only been a couple of dozen spanks so far Marsha and there are dozens more to come, but here you are, crying already. I guess you will need much more training before you know how to take your punishment as well as your daughter does but don’t worry because I will be your cleaner for years to come so there is plenty of time.”
What do you say Marsha?”
Marsha gave a very wet reply as she said with a whimper “Yes Mrs Howard.”
Ellie had gone to stand by the wall away from the view of her Mother and when Mrs Howard looked across she saw the 16 year old had her hand down the front of her knickers and was getting off on the very sight of watching her Mother being spanked. She then made a motion at Mrs Howard with her hand, her thumb and finger in a circle massaging an imaginary penis. Mrs Howard knew that meant Ellie wanted her strap on, she smiled and nodded. Yes she would give the little minx the pleasure she desired straight after dealing with the same little minx’s Mother.
Mrs Howard looked down at Marsha’s bottom. It was now a burning red and she loved the way her bottom cheeks bounced when she thrashed the hairbrush down. Marsha was taking her punishment far better than she had expected, blubering for sure, but taking every spank. She felt her breast and realised her nipple was taut so was enjoying the experience, sexually if not the pain, and Mrs Howard thought she might just have got herself a new toy. A 37 year old woman who takes a hard spanking, and who knows what she will enjoy afterwards. Will it be a strap on, or a butt plug, maybe a vibrator. It will be fun finding out she thought. It always was.
Her name was Sarah
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After being at her home for a few days sex was on the cards a great deal, not that tom minded, as he loved sliding into her pussy, but when she climaxed her whole body seamed to trble. At times tom wanted to give up, and take a rest but sue had other ideas, and with her mouth brought him back to hardness. That was one thing he love her doing, sucking his big cock even if she did gag with the first few inches, but eventually got used to it and took more inside. However, one morning while tom slept in a while longer, he was woken up by sue sucking his cock, so placing his hands on her head; he began thrusting up and down. Right away feeling him do this, she clamped her lips round his cock and slurped, causing her spit to drool over his cock. However, Loving how she sucked and teased his cock, tom knew he never last long before he shot his load, and feeling his cum rising up his cock let out a moan. “oh god, im gonna cum.“ sue quickly slipped his cock from her mouth, and placing it between her tits started to pump up and down, tit fucking him until he shot his load. Globs of white cum shot out from between her bouncing tits, the first few blasts shot up and hit her neck and chin, then the next few landed on her tits. Sue continued to rub her tits up and down his cock, throughout his entire orgasm, and by the time he was finished he had left cum between her tits and all the way up her neck to her chin. “Mm that was lovely, but I carnt stop I got company downstairs.” holding his cock in one hand, he pulled back the foreskin and looked right at sue. “Anyone wanting sex, im still hard.” Tom could not beleve he just what he did, but looking at sue expecting her to be mad, he saw her smiling. “Well she hasn’t had sex in a while, why don’t you come down and see.” turning and leaving him on his own, tom pulled on his joggers and t-shirt, then headed down stairs.
He expected to find someone he did not know, but pushing the kitchen door open and walking in, he found Tanya from next door sat there. Tanya might have been in her late 50s, but she dressed to look younger, and most of the times it did nock a few years off. But after checking her out he looked at sue, and saw her smiling before looking away from him and back to Tanya, but Tanya looked to interested in tom to speak. Her eyes seamed to move from his face, to his groin which was slowly growing, so he went and joined them at the table. He might have been hiding his growing erection, but after glancing at Tanya’s breasts a few times, he found he hat to move in his seat to get comfy. Luckily at the time tanya was talking to sue, but it was sue who caught him moving and smiled at him, before stopping sue talking. “looks like you have an admirer.” seeing sue looking at tom, tanya followed her eyes and caught him moving. “you ok tom, you hurt any where.” sue gave a laugh when tanya said this, causing her to look at her. “what’s so funny sue, it just a question.” “you’ve given him an erection, that’s why he is moving in his seat.” “but how could I have, iv not moved from here.” “you don’t have to move, for him to look at your breasts tan, he’s been looking all the time.” “And I thought you were a good lad, I didn’t expect you to be like all the others.” “im not a lad, im a fully grown male.” “when you become a man, then come back and tell me that.” “my god tan, if id known you react like this, I wouldn’t have said anything.” “well we all carnt be like you, getting something young inside you.” sue sat there for a few moments longer, just looking at tanya then got to her feet. “your only jealous, as your not getting sex, how longs it been almost a year.” “I don’t have to sit here, and listen to this im going home.” at the time sue was stood behind tanya, so when she got up sue placed her hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back down. “your going no where yet, I want to show you what your missing.” tom couldn’t beleve what he was hearing or seeing, as sue held her down by her shoulders stopping her from getting up. “come on tom, come and show her what she done to you.”
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He was reluctant at first to get up, but when there was no resistance from tanya, tom got to his feet and that’s when tanya let out a sigh. “mm she likes you already tom, and she hasn’t even seen how big you are in full.” now standing beside tanya, tom looked down at her then pushed down his joggers, and not wearing any underwear his cock shot free. “mm look how big he is, that’s what you get when you flash your tits off to him.” “I carnt help how big they are, not matter what I wear they push outwards.” by now tom had started to jerk off, and hearing them on about her tits, caused pre-cum to eased out the head. “oh god sue, he’s going to cum.” “no he wont yet, he’s just excited about wanking in front of you.“ drifting her hands from her shoulders down the front of her blouse, once she was in contact with her breasts, sue gave them a hard feel. “mm they feel so nice, and big just how he likes them, but you might want to take this off as its going to get very sticky.” with the way tom was jerking his cock now, tanya knew what sue ment so pushing her hands away, undid her blouse buttons one by one. Sue couldn’t beleve how she had changed, from a woman wanting nothing to happen, to a woman now undoing her top, so stood back and watched until her breasts were exposed. Tanya might have been wearing a bra, but it only hide her nipples from view, while the tops of her breasts were very much on show. “oh god tom, your going to have to cum loads, to cover those.” tom was already looking at her breasts, and getting closer by the miniet let out a moan, and that’s when tanya shocked sue altogether. “cum on these tom, don’t waste it on the floor.” now holding her blouse wide open, sue offered him her breasts to cum on, while holding them high. But if sue thought she was going to get just a shot, she was in for a shock as sue knew he blasted hard and lots of cum. Sue wanted to see the expression on her face when he shot his load, so moving behind him she undid her robe, and rubed her bare breasts against his body. “mm look how big they are tom, think you could cover them in cum.” with feeling her tits against his body, and looking at Tanya’s breasts tom could only moan his answer, so looking at tanya sue smiled at her. “your in for a big treat, ready or not he’s going to cum.” with her hands now on toms hips, sue eased him closer to Tanya’s body and seeing her deep cleavage, wrapped her own fingers round his cock and jerked him off. Slippery as his cock was with pre-cum, with a few hard strokes tom let out a moan, and shot his load onto tanya. As much as tanya wanted him to cum, she wasn’t prepared for the amount he shot, and quickly moved back when a final load hit her in the face. sue wasn’t done with him just yet, moving round the front of him she dropped to her knees and licked his cock. Not contented with just licking his cum from the head, she opened her mouth and taking him inside sucked, and draining the last of his cum from him. There was nothing else to do with his cock, so she got to her feet and turned to face Tanya, and that is when she saw her pulling her blouse closed. “Your not going are you, thought you might want some more of him.” looking at his cock going limp, after being drained of his cum Tanya smiled. “Don’t look like he could go again, besides I need to take a shower.” “Well next time you need, a coating of cum he’s always ready.” pulling her robe tight against her body, sue showed Tanya to the door, but opening it Tanya pushed it back closed. “Tom might have a nice cock, but I was hoping to see more of your body, not just those nice breasts.” “Well perhaps next time, we could all get naked.” “No your not listening sues, I mean just you and me, so I can play with your naked body.” It might have been a long time since, sue had been with another female but hearing her mention this, brought back memory’s then a sigh from her mouth. “you know where I am, if you want a change from his cock.”
My Dancing With a Star Part 1
Here is how life really goes. We work all week, then the office building employees all go to this local club every Friday night. The guys and gals of our company hang around, have a few drinks, maybe dance, and then we all go home. Me sometimes with Greg. Same people there, same routine every Friday night. Really the only new mber to our group the past 2 years is Joe, and he is a supervisor just above us. At first we resented him. He was hired over any one of us, brought in from outside.
It turned out he was a really nice guy. The guys all really like him. They say he is really athletic but to me I can't see it. He looks average in every way. I'm almost 5'6" and Joe is too short for me, probably less than 5'9". He is just not my type and I never got to know him. Also being older and in management worked against us. He basically hangs out with the guys. I can tell they have some sort of admiration and respect towards him. I never got one hint that he flirts with any woman. My friend Sally works under Joe and says he is the nicest guy. Maybe the over 40 crowd has the hots for him.
This will be a typical Friday night. I leave with Greg we have great sex. By the way, Greg does have the equipment women dream about. Besides little passion and love, one other thing irks me about Greg. Though he is a nice guy, he has no staying power. After he climaxes he leaves me hanging. I mean I have no complaint up to that time.
Bluntly, my life sucks. Do my attractive looks turn nice guys away? They won't even ask me to dance or engage in conversation. Is Greg's presence deterring guys from approaching me? Is my aim too high? No guy can match my criteria? It's probably all of the above. The office girls envy me I going out with the office hunk. It works out for Greg that guys envy him for going out with me. Other than occasional sex with him, life has no excitement or fun. Greg is a friend and sex partner. He accompanies me to outings. We always get 'What a nice couple!' or 'Greg is so handsome, you lucky girl!'
Every wedding there is always a couple that really knows dance, Unfortunately as athletic looking as Greg is, he really can't dance. I'm left just moving like him. Just once I would like to have a partner that can dance. I love dancing. It goes back to the many years I took ballet lessons.
Sally and I live in the same town south of Boston. We occasionally go to clubs together and hang out together. She is my best friend. One night we got to talking about our life situations and decided to go to a different club, where there is a large dance floor and maybe get asked to dance. It's in the next town a short drive. We arrive at the club and right away I noticed we were not dressed formal enough.
Sally still wants to go in have a drink or two and scope it out. The crowd is a bit older than us and much more formal. Guys have Italian silk shirts on and the dancing is quite good. Problem is woman out number men. All of the better single guys dancing have their ticket filled early. We do not have the best vantage point in the Connor by the bar, but there is one guy that really stands out, not only as a dancer, but that silk flaming red shirt and those tight black pants really fit him well. He looked so athletic and sexy. It was a joy to watch him dance. He was not a big guy maybe 5'9 but boy could he dance and so sultry and sexy.
Sally is urging me to a go over there and ask him to dance. I can't.
"You will be sorry when he dances with me." Sally winks.
Sally too is quite attractive, a couple inches shorter than me. She makes a bee line right over to him. They have a conversation then they move to the dance floor. Sally is an ok dancer, but I'm a lot better. The way this guy leads her it makes her look fabulous dancing. They looked like they were really enjoying themselves carrying on a conversation, like they were friends. Finally they sit down and Sally comes over.
"I want you to meet someone." she says, practically dragging me to the table. "Joe, this is Janice."
It took a second. I never saw Joe dressed like this, for it to hit home. Sally was smiling at my surprise and discomfort. Joe looked sexy. He looked sizzling hot. I could not believe it was the same Joe from the office.
"Have a seat, Janice." he said in a smooth low voice.
I kept looking at him in disbelief. Finally he spoke to me and snapped me out of my dumbfound state.
"Well Janice, what brings you here?"
"Joe, I was hoping to find someone to dance with. I love to Dance but never get the chance at the other Club." I said, my eyes locked onto his.
The next song starts. Ever so lightly he offers me his hand to join him on the dance floor, such a light touch. The song was more a Tango rhythm and I knew how to dance to it. Joe made it so easy for me to follow him. God! He moved so gracefully so sexy sultry, and I could not get over how good he looked. He was so much better a dancer than I; he made me appear better than I am.
He swept me towards him as the dance ended, bowed me over and kissed me ooooh soooo sultry like it was part of the dance. But I felt it was a bit more. Meanwhile I could not take my eyes off that sexy guy. Joe and I returned back to the table. Joe is beaming telling me how good a dancer I am. We danced again, this time he told me he was looking for a dance partner for a contest he wanted to enter.
"Would you be interested? We would have to practice, but I think you have what it takes. You don't have to give me an answer tonight, think about it. It will take quite a lot of practice to learn each other strengths and weaknesses to develop our movements. It will be fun, but it will be quite some work and hours of practice. I want you to know what you may get into first" he talked excitedly.
"Tonight, lets just dance you Sally and I and have fun." he grinned.
He danced with Sally next. I watched him and realized the guys were right, not only graceful but really athletic. I also missed what a sexy toned body he has. I'm a bit overwhelmed about him asking me to be his dance partner. I'm not that good but he makes anyone look good
As we talked at the table, he was so nice, so pleasant to talk to. He really has a nice smile. We had common topic at the office and common friends, conversation flowed so easily so naturally. Time flew by and I knew from the band we were near the end of the last set as I joined Joe on the floor. This dance had a lot of body contact and bracing during it. He pressed hips and me in grinded into me, so sexy, so sultry, so seductively. I felt his hardness, immediately my panties were wet. I could not believe how hot he made me. When we reached the table people were leaving. I wished the night would not end for the first time. I was really having fun.
"You girls want to have a night cap at my house? It's only a couple of miles away and if you get too tipsy I'll drive you home" Joe piped up.
Sally was enjoying the night and her look said it all. We followed Joe to his home. He had an average neighborhood home, but it was nice. When we entered I noticed all the photos of Joe in baseball uniforms. The one the really stuck out was the Red Sox one.
"Joe did you play for the Red Sox?" I asked
"Well I did about 15 games a couple of years during Septber call-ups." he replied modestly.
The guys said he was a good athlete but I had no idea he was a pro. And a former Sox player to boot. There were trophies, autographs, pictures, and baseball memorabilia all over the home tastefully located. The guys always talked about him on the softball team, but I really never paid attention. For two years, I never even gave Joe a second look, not my type, too short. He was always on the fringe with us girls. Well, we had some drinks and continued conversations, talking about dancing.
Joe came up to me while Sally visited the ladies room.
"I meant it. I think we could be good dance partners. I know you have what it takes I saw it I really enjoyed dancing with you it was a pleasure" he sided up to me.
"Thanks. We really had too many drinks to drive, Joe" I said trying not to sound too tipsy.
"I can't drive either, Janice. But there are 2 extra bedrooms and you are welcome to stay over." he offered.
In the morning, we woke to the smell of coffee and a real pleasant smile from Joe. Joe slipped me note on the way out. When you get home please call me. I think we have more to talk about.
I could not wait to get home. I called Joe.
"Janice, I want to spend the day with you. I want to do something where we can just have some fun. Want to go to the beach or tell me what you like to do? I felt the electricity and connection we made last night"
"Joe, do you bike ride? What if we bike ride the Cape Cod Canal to Scusset Beach. I have a rack for two on my car" I offered.
"I don't have a bike what about roller blades?" he replied.
"Joe, I don't have roller blades" I said, trying to think of something quickly.
"Ok, how about this. Give me your address. I'll be there in an hour and figure out what we want to do."
I have not felt this kind of excite ment in a long time, then I got to thinking let's just go to the beach, I'd like to see what Joe looks like with just a bathing suit.
We went to Horseneck beach, rolled out a blanket, and had a wonderful conversation. He was so easy to be with. I was so comfortable around him. He told me about his career ending injury sliding into second base. He told me he was good enough to be an everyday player in the pros but the teams and organizations he was part of had allstars ahead of him in his position. Had he been in another organization he would have been. Then he asked me how I learned to dance I told him I took years of ballet.
"There is more to it than that. You must have played high school sports." he said, looking at me.
"I played field hockey and softball" I smiled.
"I knew it! That explains your athleticism. How did you get into Business administration, I mean there aren't many woman in your line of work? he quizzed.
"My father was a CPA and told me the business field was wide open for women. I am decent in math so I graduated college with a BA in business. I know I was probably hired for eye candy, but I busted my ass to get where I am now." I said, proud of my accomplishments.
"Janice, I have to ask, what is between you and Greg?" he asked, moving closer to me.
"Greg and I are friends that like the action between the sheets. The office thinks we are an item. It's a facade, there is no love. Its like we use each other to relieve our sexual tensions. Joe let's keep it that way for now. Honestly Joe my life sucks, there is no excitement. I wish Greg took me out on dates or to the beach. Last night was the most fun I've had in a long time and thanks. I hope this not our only time doing things together." Joe smiles at me, then says "We have the rest of the day to make plans and get to know each other."
Then he went down to the water. My mind was racing. I liked the way he showed interest in me, Even his complementary way of asking me, how he asked questions drawing it out. I must admit I fell really comfortable around Joe. What really hit home was his willingness to plan activities with me. Sally was right. He is really nice, a real gentleman.
I did not miss watching Joe walk to the water. With his shirt off I got to see what I never saw before, a finely tuned body and a superb ass. I was not the only woman admiring the scenery. He even walked and carried himself like a pro athlete. I can't believe I was so blinded I missed it.
When he got back we rubed sun tan lotion on each other's back. I loved the way he worked it into mine. I loved him touching my body. Later we frolicked in the water and surf. It was not an earth shattering day, but just what I needed. I had fun, a lot better than sitting around home. I can't rber when I had fun like this yet it was so simple. In a way, I did not want it to end. There was an attraction drawing me towards Joe.
On the ride home, he planted more seeds of hope.
"Well Janice, start making plans for next weekend, hiking, bike riding, tell me what you want to do. Let's just enjoy each other and have some fun. I will not pressure you about dancing. You have to want it yourself. If not, we still can go dancing next weekend." he said, smiling at me.
I was deep in thought. Really I did not think I was good enough dancer, but I liked the idea of practicing with him.
"Hey Joe, how old are you?" I shot at him.
"Thirty-one, why am I too old for you? If you want, you can call me gramps!" he chuckled.
That's the first time I saw his sense of humor. It made me laugh. When we reached my house there is always the awkward moment.
"Joe, let's practice dancing even if I'm not good enough. I'd like to try, plus I too want to think we get together beyond this." I offered.
Before he could give me an answer I kissed him I hugged him kissed him harder, then broke away.
"Joe, I had a wonderful time last night and today" I said turning away.
I can't believe I did not invite him in, but it was so awkward. I did not know if I was ready for what could come next. I had my best night sleep and the most pleasant dreams in a long time. Monday at work it was business as usual. I did not really see Joe. Tuesday morning there was a box on my desk and a note from a secret admirer. I opened the box and found roller blades. Next day a flower with a note thinking about you. God! How I like surprises and the feeling of being romanced. It did not take too long before Greg ask me about the yellow rose.
"Can we talk after work?" he asked.
I worried about that night with Greg all day long.
"Honestly Janice, I always felt something was missing between us, You are a real nice person, but we are missing a connection. It might be me. I'm not ready for what you want and need. I hope your new lucky guy knows how special you are. I want you to know, go for it if he is right for you." he said.
"Well Greg, he really is a nice guy, just like you. Its too early to tell where it might go. I met him dancing at a club last Sarturday." I smiled.
We kissed and parted. I turned around and told him there will be one lucky girl for you someday. We both smiled.
That evening Joe called. "How about we start some practicing tomorrow night, if you want, we can have a cook out first. Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to drive?"
"Joe, I'll drive. A cookout sounds great! I'll be there early, we can talk and enjoy dinner together." I grinned.
I have to admit I was a little turned on even before I arrived. Too many dreams about what could happen. During dinner, Joe brings up this concern about us dancing.
"Janice, I have been thinking about us dancing... might not be a good idea. It will be extremely hard to dance with you and not get turned on. There will be sultry seductive body contact. I'd like to practice a tango. When done right, it is a dance where couples fall in love. It meant to be seductive sultry and sexy.
"You have a thing with Greg, and as much a gentleman I can be, it may just be too hard for me to concentrate on just dancing. If we keep seeing one another, these feelings will build until they explode. I have to tell you I observed you from afar at the cub after work. I just can't figure you and Greg out. He is always looking and so are you. I do not want or need tension at work between me and Greg. I do think we have that potential to be complementary dance partners, but along the way I know I will want it to be more than that.
"Janice, one of the reasons I ask you to partner with me is that you are a perfect complement to me. Athletic, sexy, but you have the nicest legs just built for dancing to be exposed and admired. I have been wrestling with thoughts for a couple of days. There is a connection, a certain electricy that flow between us, that will lead to us being more involved."
Dinner and wine were nice, then we went in the living room to practice. He suggested we practice a tango. First, we walk through steps, then to music. Joe has this well fitted shirt on , he really looks good, sexy. As the dance progresses, there is a lot of body contact. We take a break. Joe tells me to sell the dance tango is a dance of love between partners. Its more than the dance, but the way the two approach each other making loving eye contact facial expression. We resume dancing. I feel an intensity in Joe's dancing, our bodies meet so sultry and gracefully I feel his hardness grind so sultry into my pelvic area. If he is trying to get me going he is succeeding. I can't believe how sexy he is and how good he dances. He is dancing into my heart. His smile is constant causing me to smile back. We do not have to fake love dancing, it is there. We take a break.
"Janice, it is so hard to dance with you and control all my body parts. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable." he spoke anxiously. He got so turned on he took my hand and placed it on his hardness and guided her up and down it.
"You see Janice, we have a problem. I can't hide it and I do not want to be barrasing you while dancing."
"You know what?" I offered. "I got an idea. Lets go shopping tomorrow night. I'll help you pick out a dance outfit and we'll go to a sporting goods store and get an athletic supporter. I just hope they have large sizes" I grinned.
We had a glass of wine and practiced more. At the end of the dancing. he bent me over and kissed me saying, "Here is another area we could use more practice"
Something got into me as I sought out his lips. I held him grind my body into him. Our tongues explored each others and electrical sensations rippled threw my body in delight. I forgot how sensual kissing could be. Or was my attraction towards Joe increasing? Finally Joe broke it off.
"Janice, no more practice tonight, I won't be the perfect gentleman. I"ll see you tomorrow to go shopping. I must be a glutton for punishment, clothes shopping with a woman!" he laughed, as wise ass smile breaks out on his face.
"After shopping lets dance a bit with your outfit on. By the way, Sally is invited to join us Saturday. I have a friend she might find attractive and he loves to dance My only promise from you is not to stare at him the entire time. He is more attractive than I."
I pick up the Cell phone.
"Sally, you still awake? Can I stop by? I have to tell you something. I know its late but I can't wait."
I fill Sally in on what is happening between Joe and I. I tell her about practicing for a dance contest Then I told her about his hard shaft problem.
She smiled. "You mean you did not offer to relieve him?"
"Sally, it's different with Joe. I'm still trying to figure him out. Sally, how did I miss so much? At the beach in just trunks Joe has a fantastic athletic body and a very nice ass." I gushed. Sally smiled again. "I have noticed that too, but I work too close to him to mix business and pleasure. Plus, he keeps it professional at all times. He never indicated he was interested. I bet your finding out what a nice guy he is."
"Oh, I've had some dreams about Joe" I added. "Well Sally, I have some good news. Joe asked me if you can join us dancing Saturday night. He has a friend that enjoys dancing. According to Joe, he is quite attractive. He made me promise not to stare at him all the time. Sally I never had this much fun with a guy."
"Janice I must tell you, Joe is quite intelligent. You may not see it at first but working day after day it surfaces. There is a reason our division is the most successful in the company. It Joe. Never seen a person look at situations and figure out solutions like him. Even the way he shifted the worker around putting them in positions that they were able to succeed. Let me tell another thing, He anticipates and sizes up situations and what people are thinking around him better than anyone, I know. Knowing him, he has made plans for well into the future."
"I'd say you are one lucky girl" Sally sighed.
"Sally, he has almost avoided me sexually. What's with that? My whole life my problem was keeping guys out of my pants" I said.
"Joe is probably planning for it to occur the perfect moment. Did it occur to you he wants you to feel it is right and natural not rushed. Maybe he is waiting to see if you are falling in love with him first. He is not Greg. I also think when the time comes it will be right and it will further bond your relationship. I think he is looking for more than sex" Sally smiled. "I think he wants to feel love. If it were just sex, we would not be having this discussion. You would be under his sheets now. I know how he thinks. I know he is planning it out. You realize he is wondering the same things as you are gagging, wondering if you are special enough for him and he is the same for you. Did you see all the women at the club the other night? Everyone of them had the stare and desire for Joe. He could have left accompied with any one or a dozen, He is looking for someone special wondering if it is you.
"Joe is a special guy, the type of guy if he asked me tomorrow I would not hesitate saying I do. I have a crush on him. He knows it, he is a flirt. He teases me to make coming to work so easy. His first day at work he told me he needed me to help him. He includes me in his decision-making. Hey I'm his secretary, I work with him everyday. I know him better than anyone. Do you know how we got the Mazda account? Joe presented his ideas with the rest of the execs; Mazda was playing us off on another advertising agency. Joe told the Mazda rep there is more to Sketches and Ideas; you are hiring a company being trusted to represent your image. He did research knew the Mazda Exec loved playing golf. He made this incredible bold move, taking the rest of the day off and going golfing with the Mazda exec Next day Mazda was in the fold.
"The bosses were so impressed they gave him a huge bonus, which he shared with me. Later, he told me how he got to the Mazda exec as they played golf he actually gave his golfing tips to improve his game/ His final tip was in putting. telling him you have to vision the putt going in the hole. I guess he explained that the exec's stroke did not follow through to the hole and showed him. After the exec started making puts and gained confidence in his putting stroke Joe looked at him and said, 'I promise you I will handle your account in the same professionalism and details'. Then he looked at the Mazda exec. Then again, 'If I don't bring home your account, I am probably fired. I did not have permission to go golfing. I made that bold move to let you gain a comfort zone with who would be handling your account.' Joe also knew he was a baseball fanatic and told him of his playing days at the club house. Janice, don't tell anyone about this.
"Sally, what does Joe like to do when not working?"
"He likes to fish both fresh water and salt water. He owns a small pull behind camper he uses to stay overnight fishing. That's why he drives the Toyota pickup, that and trips to the lumberyard. He is quite good at home improvements. The house he bought was a mess, he remodeled it. As a teenager he worked for a remodeling company. He is a huge baseball fan and just as much a hockey and football. He once told me, he was good enough to play pro hockey, but chose baseball. Told me when he was drafted and signed a bonus, that summer he used his bonus money to remodel his parent's home. He is humble and does not brag about himself, you have to draw it out of him. Even when he joined the company softball team, he waited his turn; he did not want to replace a regular. That changed after his first at bat. The guys said they never saw a ball hit that hard.
"Finally someone figured out he was an ex-pro player. That's his common bond with the guys that and I guess he is quite good at golf. Oh I have caught his lingering stares as you passed by, I even teased him about it, He laughs it off, I'm not ready for the rocker yet, might a well enjoy the view. Oh, he did inquire about you time to time but quickly dismissed it almost like a passing interest. He knew you looked through him like he was not there. I knew something was going on in his life the past couple of days he was smiling more. His energy level was higher. Till now I did not know who it was. Hey look, I'd gladly trade places with you."
When I left Sally's, my mind was spinning. Everything she told me about Joe drew me in to wanting being with Joe more and more. There was a growing warm spot in my heart. So far this has been the most exciting week of my life. It was refreshing to be romanced, his approach of winning his way into my heart. I did not worry about the rest of my body, it was already sexually charged. I still have that feeling of his shaft of steel imbedded in my mind. It was only a matter of time before it invaded my body. My whole body craved its entrance another thing was different; It was me wanting to get into his pants. Ooooh the erotic dreams I had thinking about that. I was waking up supercharged thinking about what the next day had in store for me. Joe was a constant thought in my mind and I liked the way I felt. God! Is Joe one sexy looking dude.
