Harangue
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Randolph O. Mann
Harangue
Lindsey Leicester knew exactly why this meeting had been arranged, while her mother on the other hand had nary a clue. This whole affair had an impish deja vu feeling of a dreaded trip to Principal’ s Office which had placed Ms. Leicester on edge. As all single working moms know, conferencing with scholastic ‘professionals’ is always knotty. These types of summonses as a rule are meticulous orchestrated toward academia’ s favor and there was every reason to expect that today’s conference is arranged in similar fashion. Anticipating her pool of sympatric colleagues to augment appears a totally wasted effort, as once her divorce decree was made final “Mr. Co-Litigant” has seldom been obliged to show up at work let alone make an appearance on behalf of his daughter. Consequently today’s assbly will have to be addressed with the presently assbled cast of two and like lambs to the slaughter Mrs. Leicester and her daughter marched along the bookish corridor. Both women were primed for the worse and had come very inappropriately attired for a strident melee. Lindsey was wearing a slinky black dress featuring a plunging cowl neckline that nosedives all the way to her midriff eager to accent her influential amenities to a favorable advantage. While Mom arrived outfitted in a flirty yet officious pin-striped periwinkle jacket, matching pencil skirt, a harmonizing blue blouse accented with seamed stockings and complimenting high heeled shoes indicating this curvilinear lady was not a woman to be trifled with and she was abundantly prepared to prove it.
Together, mother and daughter stepped through the lecture hall door and as per formal protocol waited at the back ingress to be recognized. Ever so slowly the mesmeric twosome considered the cavernous atmosphere of the semi-circular Lecture Hall as their vision adjusted to the murkiness of the space. This titanic sanctuary of higher learning offered rotund theater seating for the sunken mahogany balustrade that had been sagaciously endowed with a multi-paned sliding whiteboard appliance, cleverly integrated theatrical lighting applications and also incorporating a high-tech over-head projection option for Power Point presentations, all mingling in design to encourage scrutiny upon any apprentice foolish enough to venture onto this theater of the cultured. The ladies’ calculated panoramic inspection pressed on, taking account of the unique seating arrangement that assimilated a massive writing table complete with an emerald shaded reading lantern tactically sited dead center among the congregational incumbency. This impressive work station was outfitted with a state-of-the-art sound system, Corinthian leather ink-padding, an Alienware Aurora m7700 laptop computer and,,, HIM!
The seated Professor was locally highlighted by the jaded glow cast from the author’s lantern upon his desktop that found this academic dressed in exemplary gloomy shades of fabric. Classically outfitted with jet black, front pleated, imported Boby Jones golfing pants, a long sleeved hand-tailored Ralph Lauren Bistre shirt and an understated amethyst hewed Jerry Garcia silk tie with Windsor style spectacles balanced half the way down the bridge of his nose. He was hot! With a fish or cut bail, no nonsense, graying at the temples, alpha male manner about him that can make women tingle just below their belly buttons. Surrounded by term papers, black-line sketches and Blue Books while referencing information from the LCD screen this multi-tasker of the highest order intentionally let his scheduled callers stew at the edge of his pedagogic realm to cement the picking order for this pre planned conference.
Then without even a word and using only a double twirl of his wrist that set his upwardly pointing index finger circling until a whip like gesture of his dialing-digit steered the two women down the stairs and onto the plinth of his scholastic forum. Descending the theater’s set of precipitous steps in such a vaguely lighted fashion proved a complicated exploit without any safety precautions afforded from banisters. The self-conscious descent by the long-limbed famine brace become disturbingly evident in the professor’s periphery vision and collected the professor’s attention as glimpses of thigh flesh encouraged his methodical inspection. By slowly raising his head from his pressing formalities and staring down his nose the female forms improved their focus once centered within the teacher’s Windsor lens. While he carefully monitored the ladies’ wobly downward journey the instructor’s decolletage assumed an uncomfortable slant necessitating the readjustment of his wire-rimmed spectacles into a more conventional pose that was skillfully accomplished by nudging the bridge-rest of the corrective lens along his refined proboscis.
Stumbling into the brightness of the center stage illumination, both women were forced to squint aloft in the direction of the professor’s lofty arrangement. Shading their eyes and leaning forward did little to alter the glare as their feminine structures received a leisurely scrutiny from above. Uncomfortable silence ruled the moment as both parties struggle to brace the voyeur’ s opportunity. The fidgeting with hems and the tugging at dipping necklines by of the gals demonstrated their awareness of their ineffectual circumstance. The mired seconds reluctantly conceded to potential opportunity as time enjoyed a holiday. Self-consciously the women scrutinized their sparse surroundings as the learned tutor made delicate adjustments to the lighting applications, enhancing the tinge of illumination to accent the attractive suntanned skin tones both ladies were sporting. This suspended occasion gave way to the startling sound of the amplified voice of the officious teacher as he directed his neglectful student to compose a proper introduction.
After hurried formalities were extended, the women were genially offered access to a pair of wooden barstools stationed center stage and the dialogue began. Once the stilted chairs had been provocatively mounted, the Professor sternly lectured both highly seated women concerning the agenda for today’s meeting by explaining that Mrs. Leicester and her daughter had been summoned here today in the interests of full academic disclose. Further, as the custodian of Lindsey’s education at this institution of higher learning it is a teacher’s assigned responsibility to report any improprieties pertaining to this scholastic stewardship. Unfortunately this morning’ s visit had been predicated upon just such a regrettable occasion and could very well negatively affect Lindsey’s academic standing by depriving Lindsey of her endowment. The professor summarily elucidated how his exhaustive assessment of the Leicester household’s financial statement obliging attached to Lindsey’s scholarship application identified how alimony allotments, tenancy codicils and Lindsey’s trust fund distributions are all contingent upon Lindsey’s uninterrupted enrollment and graduation from this university and had provided ample motivation for Mrs. Leicester’s offspring’ s unseemly suggestion of exchanging carnal knowledge involving her instructor in favor of him constructively augmenting Lindsey’s mid-term score, thus removing the threat of her scholarly disentitlement.
The professor reassured a very shocked Mrs. Leicester that in spite of the ample opportunity, lesions in the company of apprentices of imperfect fluency were not his practice. Nor was it his intention to cavalierly rupture the Leicester Family’s delicate fiscal equilibrium without extending an addendum to Lindsey’s very attractive and uniformly inappropriate proposal by upping the ante with a triangular muse concerning a maternal complement that upon capitulation would secure a negotiable midterm mark capable of saving Lindsey’s pedantic entitlement.
The instructor explained how he fully intended to have his way with this desperate single mom and even projected incorporating her enthusiastic initiate to boot. The pair of women had just been schooled by this lecherous teacher in every implication of the word competitively, intellectually, esthetically, monetarily and biologically. The professor’s victory was as devastating, as his terms for their feminine surrender had been scandalous. Raison d'etre for this educator was deemed as warranted under his sblance of following stringent systematic guidelines for his independent scientific research into the various motivational factors prompting contradictory behavior with regard to a woman’s material commitment to their progeny. And as such, Mrs. Leicester had been deliberately manipulated towards this pivotal life altering occasion owing to the incapacity of these two pampered woman to absorb the cost of the 35k tuition that Lindsey’s expulsion would create.
Submitting to the moment, ever so grudgingly Mrs. Leicester’s hand went to work at the top button of her adorable periwinkle jacket and then leisurely progressing lower to the bottom one as the front of her jacket was disengaged unfettering her generous torso upon this scholarly venue. The business coat was only the first garment to depart from the Mother’s frame as piece by reluctant piece her outfit would be transferred into her daughter’s charge and draped upon the mahogany balustrade. Mrs. Leicester’s awkward hip-high tussle eventually gained the release of the protrusion holding the side of her matching periwinkle skirt waistband tightly together at her middle. Next the singing zipper announced her skirt would soon follow the jacket and decorate the mahogany railing by creating an opening just large enough to wiggle those MILF hips all the way through flaunting the lacy trimmings of top of her hoary leggings as the pencil shirt fell onto the floor at her ankles. After stepping out of the fabric tangled around her feet Mrs. Leicester used a coquettishly demure gesture when crouching down with both knees tightly fussed together in her endeavor to collect the soon to be forfeited article of clothing from off the floorboards and placing it into the hands of her waiting offspring. Having only her accenting azure blouse remaining at the post guarding the matron from his depraved scrutiny added to the ignominy of the oral reprimand Lindsey’s professor insisted upon administering. As he served equal portions of scolding towards the two women alternately admonishing them for lack of parental regulation and poor study habits then referencing the absence of maternal character and the junior’s indifference drawing to a close only once Ms. Leicester applied her nible fingers to the task of unfastening the twelve buttons holding the back of her azure blouse together. Button by button the lecture ground to a screeching fault until only silence filled the outsized homily hall as the Mistress gradually revealed herself as dorsally entirely suntanned shoulder to hips. Forfeiting the silk chemise recognized how Mrs. Leicester was in attendance minus upper body tan-lines and all her intimate undergarments as she now wore only a pair of silk stockings and a suspender belt with her an assortment of naked trophies uncovered to him to analysis and doubly laid bare before her daughter’s gaze.
The Professor’s suggestion was wrong upon so many levels and Mrs. Leicester’s mind was spiraling at the unadulterated volume of sins; Public Nudity, Incestuous Contact, Menage-tri, Age Inappropriate, Exhibitionism, Dominatrix and Servitude. The look of total emused resignation that crossed Mrs. Leicester’s face was confirmation of her measured capitulation to his abnormal demands. The shock of discovering herself standing before both, her treasonous daughter and Lindsey’s accommodating tutor, totally exposed head to shoe top in this buff manor, promptly sealed the deal as far as Mrs. Leicester was concerned upon discovering herself as a casualty of familiar duplicity.
From the onset of this scholastic ‘get-together’ Mrs. Leicester was doubling outmanned and now three are about to be joined as one. Without exchanging words the women made ocular conversation as Mom shot a look at Lindsey that could melt lead. Sheepishly Lindsey’s head tilted toward the left and she smiled her hackneyed “oops, I did it again” expression before shrugged her shoulders upward sufficiently enough to allow them to slip through the large cowl collar that was holding up her little black dress allowing it to descend the length Lindsey’s bare naked silhouette falling into a ringed quantity about her ankles divulging how the junior female too, had clandestinely attended today’s affair commando style.
Love in the Library
A young woman looking for fantasy fiction finds reality better
"Good morning, Miss. I've got your usual station reserved for you, if you would just like to follow me."
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Damn, it's the school ma'am; Tuesday is usually The Angel at this time. Oh well she might be in later I suppose.
I don't wait for the librarian and head off on my own, I've been coming here at least three times a week for the last 5 years and can find my own way to the warm oak desk that has almost become my own. She tags along just to be sure, I suppose it's part of the job, but I'm too tired to join in the whispered small talk. I place my hand on the back of the leather upholstered chair, my index finger resting in the place where the missing metal stud should be and I feel at home.
With a curt, unfelt 'Thank you, ' I dismiss the school ma'am and move to the rack of books behind my desk and find the tome I was reading the last time and heave the heavy, leather bound book back to my desk and settle down to read.
"Don't stare." I hear a voice whisper to my left and a young child's voice answer "But mummy, that lady is following the words with her finger and her lips are moving, you said only little girls do that when they read."
I ignore the brat as it is dragged away, hopefully to be chided for its grossly uncivilised behaviour. Self consciously I try to stop myself mouthing the words as I read, but the flow dries up and I make a conscious decision not to let the miserable kid ruin my pleasure, but the spell is broken and I stop to take a drink from the bottle of water in my bag.
Sitting back I let my mind wander as I take the roll call of my fellow bibliophiles. To my left and 3 stations behind is Bruno, his tweed jacket smelling of damp from the rain this morning, mixed with the heavy pipe tobacco that gave me his name.
To my right is Florence, named for the way she speaks with a slight Italian accent and her apparent insatiable love of tomato sandwiches.
I wasn't surprised that Miss Marple was missing, she was an infrequent visitor on Tuesdays, presumably having to make time to go to the post office to collect her pension, and anyway this morning's rain would have set off her cough so I am not disappointed she has gone awol.
Until Bruno pushed back his chair and snapped his book closed, and from the sound I knew he had finished his novel, I wasn't aware of time passing, the words flying off the page to create a world in my mind. He shuffles to the desk and speaks sotto voce to the librarian, although with this old buildings acoustics he may as well have been shouting, and in some ways it would have been easier to ignore if he had, there was something about a whisper that just cried out to be listened to.
I check my watch, the hands making the perfect vertical line of six o'clock and I decide to stay a bit longer and return to my fantasy world in the pages of my book.
I roll my head and feel a crick in my neck, but I'm not ready yet to go home, especially as I hear the sound of metal tipped heels on the tiled floor, The Angel has arrived. I continue to try to ease the stiffness in my neck as her voice floats across the room, like water rushing breathlessly over submerged rocks as she apologises to the school ma'am for being late.
In comparison to The Angel's voice, the other woman's is harsh as she berates her colleague for being so inconsiderate and proceeds to put things in her hand bag in a way that just screams her bad temper before stomping out.
Although I've never actually heard her, I'm sure in her mind The Angel hums to herself as she click clacks round the shelves replacing books in their proper place, and I'm sure the school ma'am disapproves of it, in fact she probably disapproves of The Angel per se. But I don't; I love to hear her heels making a staccato statement that she is a woman as well as a librarian, her long cotton dress swishing against nylon clad legs pronouncing her femininity.
"Well zat is enough for tonight." Florence say's, stifling a yawn; and her chair scrapes backwards and her soft leather boots muffle her steps as she leaves, the wind whistling for a moment as she opens the door to the outside world I came here to escape.
I try to return to my book, but my mind is elsewhere, following the sound of The Angel as she moves between the stacks, then I realise I haven't heard her for a couple of minutes, she was in the travel section and now there is just silence, the sort of silence that is impossible to ignore.
In an instant I'm back in my parents garden, the scent of roses my mother held for me to sniff, their soft, velvety petals brushing my nose and cheek transporting me there in a flash; and I know she is behind me, her perfume so sweet and heady it almost masks her natural musky odour, almost but not quite, the two combining in a wonderful way that robs me of my ability to concentrate.
I read and re-read the same line over and over but the words don't form a coherent whole in my mind, each one an island, isolated from its neighbour and the scent grows stronger and I can hear her soft breathing as she moves ever closer on her silent stocking covered feet.
I wait for her to speak but the deafening silence remains and I flinch involuntarily as I feel her hands rest gently on my shoulders, her thumbs pressing lightly just below the nape of my neck finding the knots that have settled there as I read. The thumbs press a little harder and I feel the long nails of her fingers against the top of my collar bone.
The thumbs move as mirror images up beneath my bob cut, her palms sliding forwards until her little fingers are just beneath the open neck of my silk blouse. I let my head loll to one side, my cheek caressing the smooth skin on the back of her hand and her perfume becomes stronger and for the merest instant I feel her hair brush my other cheek.
I want to speak, but her silence makes me mute and I just fall back against the chair, my shoulders cushioned against her cotton covered stomach.
She's bolder now, her little fingers following my bra straps downwards towards my already aching breasts and any tension I had felt was dissolved beneath her expertly gentle touch.
Her hands come together, her index fingers touching as they move down between my swelling breasts, the other fingers flowing over the lacy material of my bra, before her nails scrape back, having not quite reached my nipples as I so long for them to do, and heaven, they move back and I feel her hair again, prefacing the warm lips that are now kissing the side of my neck and I moan, softly, but it echoes around the high room as her teeth close lightly on the lobe of my ear.
I press her hands against my breasts with my mine, only the gossamer thin material of my blouse separating them as her warm wet tongue slips inside my ear and I am unable to suppress a shudder and I'm scared she will think I don't want her to continue, but she doesn't stop, her lips now landing velvety kisses on my cheek before vanishing only to resume on my other side, repeating each practiced, enchanting touch and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to magnify the delicate tingles that are tickling my dampening pussy and I know my aroma is mingling with hers just as I want our bodies to mingle.
I whimper as her hands withdraw, leaving mine to fondle my breasts through my blouse. I feel her take hold of my glasses and remove them and I'm afraid, vulnerable without them and I start to protest but her hand holds my chin, her index finger lying horizontally across my lips, forbidding me to speak, and I taste her, my lips parting and my tongue exploring the length of her finger. She tastes clean, a mixture of soap and moisturiser and the hint of varnish on her nails and I want to bite her digit but it is removed, leaving her taste in my mouth and the forbidding in place.
Soft silk covers my eyes and it smells of The Angel, as if the scarf had been around her neck and I let her tie it behind my head. I am hers now, I know whatever she wants The Angel can have and I shiver to think that what she wants is me.
I ache for her touch, but the hands have gone, only her fragrance remains, filling my mind like a fog and I hear the unmistakable sound of silk swishing against nylon and I know she is taking off her panties and my heart races as I feel them caressing my cheek, the silk warm and soft against my skin.
They smell of her, her musk infusing the material and I taste her as she presses them against my lips. I open my mouth to let my tongue feast on her and her fingers push them between my lips and I want her so badly. Wait it's too much, she's filling my mouth with them, pushing my tongue down and back, my mouth full of her scent and taste, too late my cries are muffled by the silky panties.
Her hands are caressing my shoulders as I try in vain to push her knickers out of my mouth, but they fill my void and I can't as she gently guides me to my feet and I hear the chair being moved away.
I lift my hands to my face to try and remove the gag, but she takes my wrists, not harshly, holding them only by her fingertips as if taking my pulse, but I stop moving and let her move my arms to my sides. Powerless to resist her, I leave them there even after she releases me.
I feel her cotton covered breasts against my back and her soft clean hair once more against my cheek and I am no longer concerned about the gag, I'm content to feel her close, and to have my mouth full of her taste.
Her arms encircle me and I hear her nails click against the pearl buttons of my blouse as she unfastens them, exposing my body to the warm air and I think I am going to melt, to puddle at her feet into a quivering pool of desire.
My blouse slips down my arms to lie discarded at my feet and now her hands are on my hips and the zip of my skirt sings as it is slowly, oh so very slowly drawn down, held now only by the button at the waist that she is already twisting through the buttonhole and my skirt joins my blouse around my booted feet.
With an obviously practised skill, her fingers unfastened my bra and my nipples cry out their pleasure at being released from the confining cups, before I'm ignited as her nails scrape against the sensitive nubs, electrifying me with lust for her.
Her hands leave my breasts and slide over my firm stomach, moving outwards until they once more hold my wrists and I offer no resistance as she pulls them behind me leaving the wrists crossed, the backs resting against my silky French knickers
I know what she is going to do, and yes the satin feels warm against my wrists as she binds them in place. I whimper softly against her panties that have soaked up my saliva, and my mind is as full of her as my mouth is.
I'm turned, once, twice, three times, the heels of my boots tangling with my discarded clothes, and still I'm spun. I only stop when her hands leave me and I am a little afraid, totally disorientated, I don't know whether I am facing her or not and she is as silent as a ghost and the taste of her in my mouth masks the source of her scent.
I've lost track of time, have I been stood here seconds or minutes? My heart is pounding so fast I can hardly breathe and I flinch as the back of a nail traces across my ribs, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared.
Now I feel her warm breath blowing against the nape of my neck and then into my ear, a finger tip slides up the outside of my thigh as she teases me, knowing I daren't move from where she has placed me for fear of falling.
She's lifting me; her hands either side of my waist and I'm sitting on my desk, my panties sliding across the wood that has been rubed to a shine by years of use. I splay the fingers of my bound hands and steady myself even as I feel her pull my legs open and stand between them, her cotton dress against my skin as she leans towards me, her pussy pressing lightly against mine and I want to cry out as her warm moist mouth finds my breast; but her panties still fill my mouth and I just whimper softly as her tongue dances across my acing tit, spiralling around my hard nipple.
Her fingers squeeze my other nipple as she plaits her other hand in the back of my hair, pulling my head back and now she is covering my mouth with hers and I long to push my tongue inside her but I can't.
My hips grind in counterpoint to hers, her cotton dress swishing against my silky knickers and I think I'm about to explode and I hear her ripping open her dress, the buttons down the from popping slightly as they escape their holes and she is naked save for her stockings and I feel her flesh against mine as she returns to teasing my breasts and my head buzzes with desire for my Angel.
Both her hands are now kneading my soft mounds, nailed fingertips squeezing my nipples as she kisses her way down my stomach, her tongue exploring my navel before travelling further downwards, her mouth now over my dripping pussy, her saliva soaking into the silk covering panties, the material slicking to my skin, dampness added from outside and in.
I need to scream my passion for my Angel.
Long nails scrape my hips as she starts to pull down my knickers, I sense her eagerness and try to help, to lift my arse, but my legs are dangling, my hands bound and in any case The angel is managing quite well on her own. I sag back, but only for a moment until she has thrown away my panties and I feel her warm breath on my pussy, her lips hovering just above and I try to push myself into her, but she maintains the separation.
My minds screams silently as her tongue touches me, flicking like a butterfly drinking nectar at a flower and I squirm uncontrollably as her teeth hold my clit before her lips surround it, sucking it into her warm orifice and I cum, I cum, I cum.
My body is on fire, and she is feeding the flames and I no longer care where I am or even who I am, my Angel wants me to cum and I do so for her, again and again until I no longer rber anything other than cumming. I am an orgasm, it is what I am here for, to cum and cum again as The Angel wills it.
When did it stop? She is still kissing me, her warm tongue lapping my juices and my body aches, my bound hands pressing into the small of my back where I have collapsed unnoticed on to them.
She must know I have returned for her tongue stops and her hands are on my shoulders lifting me, she wants me to stand, but my legs are shaking and I gladly let her lower me to my knees.
I hear the scrape of the chair's legs and then fingers pushing past my dry lips, the panties being pulled free from my desert dry mouth and I want, no I need a drink, and my Angel knows it, for her hands cover my ears, her fingers knotting into my hair and she forces my head towards the sweetest source of moisture I could ever imagine.
I coat my tongue and lips with her, smear her juice around my mouth and I want more, and she has more than enough as she bucks her hips, pressing herself against me, and each time my tongue dips into her the liquid sweetness is renewed and the whole building reverberates to the sound of The Angel's pleasure.
She's kneeling now and our mouths are locked, each tasting ourselves in the others mouth and the world is a wonderful place to be as our breasts press against the others, damp pussies conjoined as they quiver.
We part, both gasping air and I hate myself for it but I have to ask. 'Why did you blindfold me, Angel?'
"Because." She says and my heart leaps at the sound of her voice. "I blindfold all my lovers the first time, so why should I treat you any differently?"
Even had we not just made heavenly love, I would have adored her for all eternity for those words.
"Would you like to see me now?" She asks and I nod, a poor representation of the desire I feel.
Once more our breasts meet as she reaches behind me, delicate fingers slipping the knot and the silk scarf falls to the floor and I see her; my fingers that can read small raised dots on paper trace over her baby soft skin, rising over high cheek bones and being tickled as her long lashes flutter. Her mouth is warm with full lips lifting into an easy smile. "You are beautiful." I gasp and I know I have pleased her with my homage for the smile broadens and we kiss again, slower now, more lovingly and I am the happiest woman alive, for in a place a blind woman had gone to find escape from a cruel world, I had found my hearts desire.
An infidelity. Tired of my boring husband
Hi, my name is Monica, a Spanish woman from Argentina, South America. This story I’m about to begin is 100% percent true and happened only just two years ago when I still was married, save for I‘m a divorced woman now.
Well, before I start on this account, I’d like to describe myself: 36 yo., black straight hair, a white and meaty lips; big breasted thanks to a boob job, a gorgeous ass that stand out a lot. Besides, I have received lots of flattery and compliments, they throw a bouquet on me saying oh, darling, oh my darling bitch, etc., while I’ve enjoyed that but pay no attention, never look back, only go straight, pretending I’m not listening.
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At the beginning of this story Alberto, a Spanish guy too, proposed me matrimony. He’s a 57 yo. guy, and despite I had refused any engagement after got divorced, we began to get along very well, and became good acquaintances, I didn’t want any fucking relationship though. At first I became conscious I was going through a bad time, out and down, not a fucking penny, out of work, and was determined to marry this well off man, with good economic status like that of a well heeled middle-aged American male.
We became friends; he owned a law office where he got me a job with a good salary, as his junior. After three months in this job as a helper, he dated me and while in a luxurious restaurant having dinner, he proposed, and my answer came quickly: “yes.” No doubt this guy was a good man, not to mention his good financial position.
I married Albert and everything was ok at the beginning. We apparently would succeed in our relationship, but the sexual stuff. We married and immediately I lacked or didn’t have a lot of gratification, fulfillment at sex; he either would feel asleep on top of me while doing love or got home too late; soon some ideas came up to my mind about cheating my husband, but never dared, despite a thousand opportunities had showed up on the way: I can tell about the many instances in which I boarded an overcrowded bus and I got hard rods pressed to my ass, while riding this bus; they would give me their cell phone number to me. This has happened to me with males ranging all ages, well built ones, with good complexion, and all that.
While I’m not especially smart, but I’m built, a woman with a sturdy and attractive body, esp with large
Everybody would stare at me having images of me naked at the gym and dared to address to me in a pervert manner, taking dirty in front of my couple. He’s quite jealous and therefore gets annoyed, irritated easily, but he would take it easy, like a submissive and obedient man. On the other hand, I’m happy at being complemented, especially if I’m living with a well heeled husband.
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One day I decided to make my move because my husband had fallen behind and had failed to fuck my brains out. We had gotten up early to go to the superstore, so I wore my tight jeans, fucking tight, indeed, and a top with low neck with my marvelous thong under my fucking tight white jean, whilst I used more make up than usual. I no sooner stepped in the supermarket than I noticed all men staring at me with curiosity and interest while I checked the stands –racks- for cereal. I came up with the idea of bending over to grab an oil bottle, so that boy at work in the supermarket who was arranging the merchandise on one shelf could see my nice thong. Albert seemed not to be paying attention, so I played fool. I was happy this way and so was the clerk.
As we were going out of the mall, I saw a handsome guy leaning against the wall. He had a certain charm; noticing he was smoking I asked for a cigarette and smiled gladly at him while he lighted my cigarette. This was enough for Abert to go mad and said:
“Damnit, have had enough. How could you do this?!!” I replied:
“I did what?”
He said:
“Don’t you play foul, Monica. Let’s go home now!!”
I was happy shivering with this kind of funny situation, coz this only would screw up my audacity. As we got home he began to scream at me saying:
“I can’t take this anymore, you no longer are going to dress up like that, you hear me?”
I played the victim here, pretending I was fucked by the fickle finger of fate, and rushed to my bedroom crying, making believe I was suffering. A little while later Alberto was trying to comfort me and apologized, asking what he could do about this to please me and make me happy. Well, I only needed a caveman, a strong man. He asked:
“Oh, darling, how could I possible please you?” I said:
“Oh, I don’t know. I want to have fun.”
He said: “I don’t get it.”
I said:
“I just want to have a good time, go to a disco.”
I wished I had said I needed a real caveman, a crude man, one who was sexually rough to fuck my brains out. I needed a real macho.
“Ok, my queen, wanna party? Let’s go.” He said.
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This week Albert would hire a gardener to perform a good job at the front yard, and told me someone would come so I had to be at home to give gardener’s directions -meet him.
Somebody rang the bell in the afternoon and, as I headed to the front to open the door for him, I saw a virile, young man I reckon 26 yo., physically powerful, well built, beautiful muscles, with tattoos –I like this- the perfect man ideal, a model, to stroke my vulva.
“Hi” he said. “I’m Alex. Nice to meet you, ma’am. Your father just hired me to fix a problem in the garden.”
I interrupted him laughing: “Mr. Albert is my husband. Get in and check what you gotta do here.”
I saw Alex took off his shirt while working. Didn’t believe my eyes. “I’d fuck this guy now” I thought.
I began to touch my pussy which was too wet by now, but Albert, my husband, would be here any moment. In fact, he arrived, I said:
“Hi, darling.” He replied:
“What’s the matter with you, Monica? You’re sweating, like agitated, tense”
I said:
“It’s nothing, darling, just a little dizzy.”
“He said:
“Oh, it’s ok. Hasn’t the gardener arrived yet?”
I replied:
“Oh, yes of course, the macho… sorry, the gardener is here.”
My couple left for work and I dressed up in an exciting way for Alex to see me, in an outfit consisting on short skirt, short tight pants, low neck, high heels, etc., in fact, any kind of insinuation or hint that would assist me to arouse him. In that particular day, Alex had been gardening outdoors. I noticed he was doing a tough job there so I didn’t hesitate in asking: “Would you like to come in for a soda?”
Alex said “Yes” immediately.
I was so horny I couldn’t tolerate this anymore while wearing my mini blue jean skirt, a gorgeous thong, low neck blouse and red lipstick… in fact, a very attractive eye catching woman.
Alex stared at my well built body. Oh, how I wished I had his big head at the door of my ass, to run my hand up his leg, coming close to his penis, then start to lightly rub his rod through his pants, start licking his cock head. Oh, yes, please, fuck my face, the taste of my ass on his cock.
I had been day dreaming while seducing Alex, showing off my ass, shaking it for him, my thong too evident through my tight pants while looking for stuff to drink coffee.
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We had a wonderful chat, inquiring about his private life, what you do for a living, etc. It’s at this moment I ask for a cigarette, light it, take a deep puff and threw smoke in his face at times. Fuck!! I was wishing to devour this young guy with my pussy hungry for cocks. No doubt this was a cocksman and it would be was advisable to dance so I’d warm up for a good hard-core.
Alex stood up and braced me firmly, kissing me while his hand run along my legs and tummy, but never touched me between my thighs. I felt as something wet run down my legs, with juices dripping… I hadn’t been yet touched here, though I had been moaning loudly like pervert bitch, even before penetration.
Nonetheless to say, I was urged for a good rod right away to grind that eager cunt. He suddenly introduced his damn wonderful piece of meat, and a loud scream was heard around the room. He nailed me to the deep end.
“Ooh,” I cried out again. My pussy hole stretched to accommodate his plunging dick In and out his cock thrust as I slipped up and down his cock.
“God, yes.” I squealed.
We spend hours fucking that evening, and I cummed four times. I’ll never forget how well this young man had fucked me over.
Finally, I divorced Alberto, and later he realized that Alex had been trimming the garden quite well, and but Alex also kept on visiting me, not exactly to have the grass and plants trimmed but to care for the other garden, the bush between my thighs and have it trimmed it with a good finish!!
THE END
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.
