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She could feel his hardness growing and pressing against her. In her passion, she became aware of her hands moving on their own, to pull and tug at his clothing in her need to get him naked as well.

He stopped her hands and moved her backward until she was aware of one of his workbenches behind her.

Feeling the solid wood of the bench against her buttocks, he began to kiss his way down her body.

His mouth worked on her earlobes and then moved down her neck.

His hands came up to caress her breasts, taking the weight of them in his hands and gently kneading them before moving to her erect nipples.

While his mouth and hands worked on her, Abigail was aware of her own hands playing at the back of his head and shoulders, caressing and rubbing as her passion increased.

At the same time, Abigail realized she was so wet that a trickle of her juice was slowly winding its way down the inside of her thigh.

His mouth worked its way downwards, kissing its way over her collarbones and upper chest, before working down to her nipples.

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Part 1.

They say simple things can trigger memories; sometimes it’s a song, sound or a smell, that morning for her it was the sound of an English accent on the radio, some singer being interviewed about his latest release.

The sound of the singer’s English accent reminded her of ‘him’, as she went about her routine getting up, she could not keep her mind from wandering, as she reminisced on the time they met.

The accent reminded her of an old client.

He had been writing a guide book on the area, and had commissioned Abigail to take the photos.

They had first corresponded via email, he had explained he would be in the region and staying in her local town for a short visit in the late Spring.

She’d told him it would be a perfect time of year, as the high desert of New Mexico would be in full bloom and green, plus the possibility of a desert rain storm or two would make for some great photos.

She had also told him the skies look amazing with rain clouds, occasional rainbows and the bright desert sun.

She had done some location scouting on her own for other work and sent him some ideas he may like to consider, he would have some wonderful new locations on top of those he’d told her about.

He’d asked for some of these places to be given extra picture coverage in the book.

He wanted to show another side to the area, other than the old ‘wild west’ sites and film locations.

When he finally arrived in the state, they had met in the lobby of his hotel downtown early in the morning for a trip up to the woods near his hotel, which was one of the first locations he wanted to include.

He was a little older than she expected, he had the most intelligent and mesmerising eyes.

His lips were quick to smile and he had an easy way about him.

They had had such a wonderful day out, each sharing different different ideas on where the location photos could be taken.

They had seemed to share each other’s wavelength on which locations would be best.

It had rained overnight, and the delicious smell of wet pine and aspen permeated the air.

The day had been perfect for both of them, they had enjoyed the picnic supplied by the hotel, sharing stories and jokes, with even a little bit of flirting on both their parts, that was until the truck had spoiled it all.

They had been coming down the hill on foot to the car park at the hotel with a view to jumping into Abigail’s car with a plan after going to check one last location that day.

A passing truck had hit a pothole by the side of the road just as it reached them, and a massive amount of muddy water had covered them both from head to toe.

Being a gentleman, he had insisted Abigail come up to his room to clean up, and they would be able to get some clean clothes from one of the shops in the lobby and possibly still have time to visit another location still.

When they got to his room, he’d told her to go and use the shower first, while he called down to room service for some tea and a platter of goodies to warm and fill them both up before deciding whether to go and visit the next location.

They had both showered and changed into clean clothes, and after enjoying the room service, they had decided to skip the next location that day and instead go the next morning.

When she had arrived home, Abigail began sorting through the photos she had taken, editing the ones she had liked best, and saving them to a file she could access on her tablet.

She had a light supper and then went to shower before bed.

It had been that first night as she showered her problems began, she found her hands and fingers fantasising about ‘what could’ have happened earlier that day.

Closing her eyes and letting the water wash over her face, she remembered how as she’d showered in his hotel bathroom.

She heard the room service arrive, and his gentle tap on the bathroom door telling her the tea and food had arrived.

Abigail began to fantasise about what could have happened next.

How he could have opened the door , instead of just knocking, how she wished he had joined her.

Standing behind her in the steamy shower, as he’d moved her long damp hair to one side to gently kiss the nape of her neck.

He whispered in his English accent, ‘I’m sorry if I startled you, but I couldn’t resist joining you.

The idea of your body nude and wet was just too much for me,’ his strong arms encircled her waist, gently easing her back against his body and she could feel his growing manhood against her.

‘You’ve no idea how sexy I find you.’

His hand would have moved down to gently, but firmly massage her thighs, moving up to her hips and down again.

His strong hands were cupping her flesh, and then crossed each other as he moved to her lower stomach.

His fingertips were not quite low enough to touch her short cropped pubic hair, but close enough to make her belly tingle.

She realised with a start that she was using her own hand to trace his imagined movements.

With a smile, she moved her finger lower as she had wished he would have.

Gently teasing her mound, one hand moving down lower as she parted her thighs in anticipation, allowing the first two fingers of one hand to ease her lips apart.

Using the middle finger of her other hand, she placed the very tip of her finger right at the bottom of her cleft.

She began gently moving it up the length between her lips, stopping just below her clitoris, circling around her hood and around it again and then worked the finger way back back down to the bottom of her cleft.

She imagined that it was his finger and that it increased the pressure just a fraction, opening her lips a fraction wider, and the fingertip began its journey again.

This time at the top of the movement, the pressure as it circled her clitoris increased slightly.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling and kept going, the movement continuing for a few minutes.

In her mind, she imagined his manhood stiffening against her back, feeling it slowly growing and imagining the heat it would give off as he slowly continued to tease her.

As her breathing had become faster, the joyful first tingling of pre-orgasm began unfurling inside the centre of her being.

The water could do nothing to wash away the wetness his seduction was inducing.

His finger tip entered her even deeper at the bottom of his gliding movements while his other hand stopped holding her lips open and moved up to cup one of her breasts.

Gently, but with increasing pressure, he began teasing her nipple to hardness, sending small electric thrills through her body.

She wanted more and to take an active part, but his strong arms held her in place, while his mouth and teeth kept working on her neck and ear.

The finger inside her began to move with a more rapid movement, pushing deeper and then drawing out to trace its way to her clit, and then pushing down to enter her again.

Each time it entered her, it felt as if he was moving deeper inside.

The palm of his hand was now pressed flat against her mound and began to bump it as the finger went in and out, in her highly aroused state her clit had grown and was peeking out from under her hood, each time the palm bumped it, she felt little jolts of pleasure from the contact.

By now, as her breathing had increased and was well and truly giving signals of her rapidly approaching orgasm, she could hear a rushing in her ears.

He stopped and turned her, moving her back against the cold wet tiles of the shower wall.

Those beautiful lips smiled as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

He lifted her left leg, placing it over his shoulder as he moved his mouth onto her moist wet flesh, using his teeth to nibble at the mound of short hair.

He moved one hand up to the closest breast, her nipples were already hard with her arousal.

His hand began to tease and massage her breast and nipple.

His other hand moved down between her legs to open her lips while his tongue began licking the inside of her lips, tracing small circles, first on one side, then moving to the other lip, his lips moved from side to side, then he began to suck each labia, flicking his tongue on each one when it was inside his mouth,

Then the tip of his tongue entered her, probing deep inside and then moving up to flick at her clitoris.

Holding her open, he licked all her juices up, savouring her taste.

Then his lips closed on her clitoris and he began to gently suck on it, stopping only to flick it with the tip of his tongue.

This was more than she could take, and the first rolling wave of orgasm shook her body.

Her sweet cries of release were music to his ears, as he effortlessly held her to keep her from falling.

His beautiful eyes took in her flushed face, kissed her thigh and slowly eased her up.

He stood up before her, his manhood throbbing and with the tip glistening with what she knew was not water from the shower.

He grabbed two large bath sheets from the rack and taking her by the hand, led her through to the bedroom.

He threw the towels open on the bed, he sat her down on the edge while moving a stray lock of her wet hair from her face.

This had placed his manhood too temptingly close to her, and she reached out and grasped it with both hands.

Using one hand to gently massage the foreskin covered head, her other began to move up and down its length, as she enjoyed her growing control.

She moved her head forward and began to gently blow on the very tip, then she opened her mouth and drew him in.

Enjoying the feeling of warmth and firmness between her lips, she began to move on its length.

Her hand continued its up and down motion, stopping every few movements to move down and cup his balls.

Then she moved smoothly to encircle his balls and then the root of him ending the motion by giving a firm squeeze.

She placed firm pressure with her fingers on the base of his root, right behind his balls causing his cock to jerk. Her tongue swirled around his tip, tasting the dew forming on the top. He rewarded her with a groan of pleasure.

She kept playing and pleasuring his manhood, moving the foreskin back, exposing his sensitive head, and coating it with her saliva, pushing the tip of her tongue into the slit to gather the pre cum, reaching down to cup and squeeze his balls and then reaching through to press on his anus.

Her eyes looked up into his, and he gently used her hair to stop her. He moved her back until she was lying on the bed.

He moved forward on top of her with his manhood probing to find its way inside her.

With an intake of breath she felt his length slowly begin to fill her, moving into her a inch then stopping, moving slightly back and then pressing in again another inch, repeating the actions until he was fully inside her.

He began to move in her, gradually building the force and speed. Her hips rocked to meet his thrusts, as her hands explored his shoulders and chest. Their breathing was nearly synchronised as they raced towards their release.

Then he made his move, moving his legs outside of hers while forcing hers together.

He continued to thrust inside her, with the sudden change in position increasing the friction on her clit ten fold.

She was feeling her orgasm rolling ever upwards as he used his hand to squeeze her nipple, and she moved her head to nibble at his nipple with her teeth, with a final few thrusts of his manhood she couldn’t take it any longer, she was immediately pushed over the edge into a body shaking orgasm.

He managed to last longer and kept increasing his movements until his breathing gave away his approaching peak, he grunted his way through his peak, and she felt his seed flood her with even more warmth, squirting deep within her, as he managed a final few thrusts.

They lay locked together for a while, she felt his manhood slowly soften and slip out of her, she could feel his seed slowly escaping mingled with her juice, slipping down her cleft between her buttocks and pooling on the towels.

He ran a finger over her lips and chin, stroking her cheek tenderly and finally spoke, “You know what? I think we need that shower again” and they both laughed.

Abigail realised she had crumpled to the floor of the shower as the warm water ran over her head and the echoes of her orgasm faded away.

Hugging her knees to her she smiled at how real it all had felt.

She reached up, turned the water off and got up to her feet unsteadily.

Taking a huge fluffy towel, she dried herself and got ready for bed.

‘Hmm, maybe I’ll have that cup of tea now.’ she thought to herself with a laugh. In her fantasy they never did touch that room service order .

She wondered how the next few days would go, they had plenty planned to look at.

She knew a few of the locations were well of the beaten track and they would be unlikely to run into anyone else, maybe she could see if their flirting would end up leading to more, she hoped he would live up to her fantasy, but then again, maybe it wouldn’t actually happen.

She went to bed that night looking forward to what may come.

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Abigail was a landscape photographer who gained popularity for her images of the mountains and deserts of New Mexico, Utah, Arizona, Colorado, and Texas. Despite the challenging economic times, she continued to take up regular photography jobs, and today was no exception.

A twinge of excitement shot through Abigail as she prepared her photographic equipment for the day’s work. Her task was to capture several portraits of models for a renowned wood sculptor whose works sold thousands of dollars on a global scale.

He had contacted her a week ago, explaining that all his photographic equipment had been stolen during a recent break-in at his studio.

He had three models booked and the insurance would take an age to come through to replace his equipment, so he needed someone to take the photos for him until he had had a chance to replace everything.

He had heard wonderful things about her work and her professionalism, so he hoped she would be able to take on the project.

She had looked up the location of the studio and was pleased it was only a short drive away from her home.

The thought that this would be repeated business in case he required any more photos in the future was in the back of Abigail’s mind.

Abigail had spent a few hours looking over his portfolio of past works online, and was amazed at how lifelike many of his sculptures were, many were nudes of men or women in various poses, and came in all shapes and sizes.

She spent several minutes zooming in on various parts of the works, and found herself comparing the men’s anatomy with her past experience, and found herself giggling, wondering if some of the men had begged to be made larger, because some were impressive (if they were accurate), whilst some, well, lets just say she hoped they were either growers or had other talents in bed.

Abigail knocked on the door when she arrived at the studio a few minutes before their appointment, and after meeting the sculptor, she took her equipment inside with his help.

He led her into a large glass-roofed room flooded with natural light and in the centre of the floor was a round platform, which he warned Abigail to be careful not to step on as it would rotate.

As Abigail began setting up her lights and reflectors, they heard another knock on the door. “Must be the first model, I’ll just go check,” he said, smiling at Abigail.

She heard voices as he greeted someone, and he returned with a stunning redhead in a loose-fitting dress, which did nothing to hide her fantastically toned body.

After introducing the model and explaining that Abigail would be taking today’s pictures because his equipment had been stolen, he escorted the model to a separate room so she could get ready and freshen up.

While they were away, Abigail heard another knock on the door and wondered if the sculptor had heard it too.

She gave it a few moments until she heard the door being knocked again. Deciding to be helpful, she stopped setting up and went through to the door to answer it.

When Abigail opened the door, the woman on the other side was not what Abigail had been expecting after meeting the first model, as the woman was heavily pregnant.

Asking if she could help her, she replied “Yes I am here to have some pictures taken for a sculpture my husband has commissioned,” Abigail offered her hand and smiled brightly explaining she would be taking the photos and would show her through to the main studio.

When they got inside, they found the sculptor working with the first model, who was now totally naked.

The sculptor was positioning the model on the rotating platform in the centre of the room.

He greeted the new woman warmly, asking after her husband and saying how thrilled he was by the challenge of the commission.

He explained it was a new form that brought forth some interesting challenges ahead.

He fetched a comfortable chair for her and settled her off to one side, explaining she would be able to understand what lay ahead if she watched how they worked with the first model.

When he went back to Abigail and the first model, she had already tested her camera and slave units and was using a light meter to check the white balance on her camera.

After that, Abigail set up her laptop and linked it to her camera so they could see and go over the pictures as she took them.

After she completed setting up, she took a few test images, the sculptor stopped by to give it his final approval. He said everything looked fantastic.

After the model had assumed the desired posture, he had her take a few photographs, rotate the platform a few degrees, and then had Abigail take two more shots before rotating the platform even further. They kept going like this until the model was back where she had started.

The sculptor then requested that Abigail take a few close-up pictures of the redhead’s various body parts, including her neck, some of her armpits, and — to her embarrassment — her vulva. An area Abigail had not seen in real life of another woman since the changing room back at the school, and the glimpse then had been shy and furtive.

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Tina had decided exactly how to reward Steve as he lay in bed next to her.

He had given Tina a fantastic night of pleasure and given her multiple orgasms.

Tina knew she was going to drive him mad with passion, and all she had to do was get him to agree to let her take the lead.

First, she would let him have this lay in, to recover before she made her move.

As she lay there, she looked over at him and thought of how he had changed her.

Steve was 11 years older than Tina, and was by far the oldest partner she had dated, and they had been together just over 4 months.

Tina loved how Steve was a gentle and considerate lover in bed. She was always the one who came first, and sometimes she would be given rolling or multiple orgasms before he came.

Steve was always happy to vary their lovemaking to her mood, or just surprise her like last night. He could play super gently, or if she asked, play rough and be super forceful, but only when she asked and only as far as she was comfortable with.

She had been with a few other partners, and more than one had left her frustrated after sex, as they seemed centred with their pleasure and not hers, even to the extent that one ex had never even made her truly cum.

Steve had taught her that she should always be happy to communicate what she liked and wanted, and encouraged her to talk about what she enjoyed and would like to try, because it was her desire that was paramount.

He made her feel that wanting sex was nothing dirty or immoral, but simply a natural human trait, something to delight in rather than suppress.

He made her understand that many women owned sex toys and read erotic stories, and many even enjoyed watching pornographic videos if they were the right ones for them, as how else would they know what they may like or want to try?

He had explained how he had dated a lady who was at least 10 years older than him when he was 19, and how she had taught him where and how to touch a woman’s body.

Having been in a few long-term relationships had made him a more understanding and caring man, something he claimed was easier the more mature he became.

She was surprised to find how comfortable she was just sat and talking into the night with him, with gentle music playing in the background while they talked and talked.

By Steve encouraging and displaying interest in her, to share stories of her life, and friends and family, a genuine interest in her hopes and plans for her life.

Within their first few weeks of dating, he had proved frequently that he had been listening when they talked, by buying her books on topics she liked, music by artists she had never heard of, but who were soon fast favourites as they were exactly her taste.

To top it all, on her 25th birthday last month, he had brought her a new jacket that was the perfect style and fit for her taste, and it was in her favourite colour.

She felt she knew exactly what would turn him on and keep him on the edge for ages.

Tina was going to enjoy trying to return the favour for all the many times he kept her riding the pre-orgasmic waves. Tina knew how the hedonistic relish of being so close, but so far from cumming, made her feel.

Steve began to stir next to Tina, and rolled slightly over onto his back.

One thing that thrilled Tina, Steve often woke with a morning glory, an erect and solid cock, which most mornings she loved to enjoy during their regular lovemaking.

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Sally lifted her head from between my legs, licking her lips and offering her fingers to Natalie.

Natalie sucked the evidence of my spend off Sally’s fingers, moaning with pleasure at the taste.

As soon as I had my breath back, I asked if they had anything else in mind to teach me.

Natalie told me that the long weekend was not long enough to show me everything they had in mind for me, but they would be happy to get me started.

She moved to a box on a side table, opened the lid and began looking through the contents, until she let out a little giggle, and looking over her shoulder at me, told me it was time for her to get to fuck me.

She removed a red velvet bag from the box, and returned to the bed.

Sally obviously knew what was in the bag, as I could feel the excitement in her body language.

Natalie told me to relax and stay where I was, and slipped one leg under one of mine, whilst placing the other leg over the other side.

Natalie held the bag up, and opened the top, then reached in and slowly pulled the first part out, it was the end of a latex rubber dildo, except it kept coming out of the bag, longer and longer, until it’s full length was revealed, with the other end identical to the other.

It was then I realised that it was a double ended dildo.

Natalie reached across and slipped a finger into my entrance, sliding it about to see how moist I was, then using her other hand to check herself.

Sally leant forward between us, and began kissing me, her tongue seeking a way past my lips, I could taste myself on her, and I loved it, knowing how much joy I’d been given for her to taste like that.

Whether they had planned it, Natalie took advantage of my distraction, to feed one end of the dildo into my pussy, easing it part in, jiggling it, and then pushing it in further, she began fucking me with it, feeding more in as she went.

Sally broke our kiss, long enough to look down, in time to realise that one end of the dildo was deep inside Natalie, and she was moving it forward to fill me.

Natalie then began thrusting, using her hips, and tilting her pelvis back and forth, causing her body to fuck mine.

Unable to resist the temptation, I reached down, and began rubbing my hood, dipping my fingers into my own wetness, making my fingers glide over my pearl, which was soon peeking out.

I watched Natalie, filled with lust for her and Sally, Almost copying Natalie’s own rubbing of her clit, then her other hand grasped the middle of the dildo, and began sliding it from her to me, and back again, repeating over and over.

Our thrumming grew faster, in time to the constant back and forth of the dildo, I could feel the approach of another orgasm, but Natalie slowed the movement of the dildo, her own orgasm distracting her.

Sally reached down, freeing Natalie’s hand, and taking over, sliding the dildo between us, and by this point, the sound of our wetness indicated how far gone we were.

I looked across at Natalie, her breathing was rapid, her hips shaking as her fingers flew across her clit, suddenly she pulled the dildo free with the other hand, the fingers flew as she squirted all over my pussy and Sally’s hand.

Sally gave a little cheer, and whispered “Yes” followed by “Beautiful”, but continued thrusting the dildo ever faster into my pussy, bringing me over the edge, as my own fingers flew.

Sally pushed the dildo in deep as my orgasm hit, holding it as deep as she could, but my dam had burst, and I knew I would squirt as soon as the dildo was pulled free.

Sally’s head dropped down between my thighs, keeping the dildo pushed in, I felt Natalie moving too, my lower body shaking.

I looked down as Sally pulled the dildo out, to see both Natalie and her, side by side, mouths open, as my body shook and I squirted all over them.

Sally thrusted her head forward, her mouth clamping on my clit, her tongue flicking as she sucked me.

We all cuddled up on the bed for a few minutes, before sneaking back to the shower to clean up once more.

Returning to their room afterwards, we pulled the bedding off the beds, ready to wash the next morning.

We then made our way to my room, snuggling up together in my bed, spent and content.

Natalie set her alarm on her phone, so we could all be up early, hopefully giving us time to sort their room before the others awoke.

I had no idea how much more education I was about to get over the next few days.

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After everything Steve had done to Tina earlier, she took her time recharging herself, with fruit and water he had brought her.

As she lay on the pile of pillows in front of the mirror, she thought about what Steve had done to her.

It had been so thrilling and exciting, almost like an out of body experience, watching it and feeling it simultaneously.

It was like watching someone else, but with her face and body, it was thrilling because she’d enjoyed everything that had happened.

Even the surprise squirting had felt empowering, achieving something she had always wanted to experience.

Tina looked across at Steve, who was starting to move her bed back to its normal position, and was gathering all the pillows from where they’d been used to prop them both up earlier.

Then leaning forward, he held out his hand and helped her up, moving her gently to sit on the bed, and then picked up the rest of the pillows.

It was then that Tina realised they had been on a couple of her old towels, not her best ones, but the ones she kept hidden.

They were really old, and she should have thrown them out long ago. Steve slowly gathered them up and placed them in a large bin bag, and she saw he had also used bin bags under the towels.

Tina realised he had everything planned and that making her Squirt had been his aim all along.

Not only that, but he’d made sure there would be no mess for her to clear up.

Steve soon finished tidying and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

He stopped Tina when she moved to join him, saying she wasn’t ready to be cleaned yet.

He led her back to the bed and replaced the silk scarf he had blindfolded her with earlier.

Steve then told her he wanted her in the middle of the bed, and helped her position herself.

Again, the blindfold was loose, and this time Tina could just see glimpses out if she closed one eye and looked down the side of her nose.

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Tina was so excited, but also slightly nervous.

They had been in bed that morning, and Tina was still feeling aroused.

She had been cuddled up to Steve, her boyfriend, and had reached round to feel his morning glory, kissing and nibbling at the back of his neck.

But Steve had reached down and stopped her, saying as much as he wanted to, he had a meeting to get to that he could not avoid.

He told her instead to be patient, that he had something special planned for her in the evening.

As she had no idea what her partner Steve had planned for tonight, the only clue he had given her was that it was something they had never done together, something that he hoped she had never done before.

One thing that had completely surprised her was that when he made his comment, he had added a few works that had her head spinning.

He had never done it before with anyone, or that she may have on her own or with anyone else. Why would he say it to her? She didn’t understand how something they were going to do together could be done on her own.

Tina went through her routine to prepare herself. She had a nice relaxed shower, shaving all her special places, and she couldn’t resist playing with the shower nozzle afterwards.

She also cleaned away the shaving gel and used her moisturiser to ensure her skin was as smooth and soft as possible.

Then it was on to picking out her outfit. She went through her underwear draws, seeking the best lingerie to ignite and tease Steve.

Tina selected a powder blue two-piece, knowing her blue eyes and pale blonde hair suited those colours.

Next, she selected a robe a few shades lighter, belted it at the waist, and added her favourite slippers, giving a little giggle to herself at how odd they looked, a pair of green monster claws with her sexy outfit.

Tina next set about preparing everything else.

The bedroom was all ready, she had added clean sheets to the bed earlier, all her things were tidied away, she had vacuumed and dusted her apartment, but she still needed to sort some food and drinks.

She decided on some light rice with vegetables and added some shredded roast chicken breast.

For drinks, she decided Steve could sort what he wanted. She would have a glass of her favourite white wine.

With everything ready, Tina put on some of her favourite music for chilling and relaxing too. Ludovico Einaudi was perfect, and the album ‘In a Time Lapse’ was first up.

Settling on her sofa, she began to scroll through some lingerie sites on her phone, scrolling and skipping sets that held no interest to her.

But spending time on the outfits she felt would suit her, she found herself on one site looking at the sex toys and the clothing.

Tina had a small selection she had amassed over the years, but she also liked to try new things.

It had been a few years since she had brought anything new.

She enjoyed looking and getting a little turned on, thinking about what each toy could do and where it would reach when she heard the key in the lock and jumped up to greet Steve.

He came down the short hallway from the front door and entered the living area of the apartment.

Tina still felt so lucky to have this hunk, a tad under six feet and built like a solid rock. His massive chest and tight waist gave him a perfect inverted triangle shape.

His muscular thighs and calves added to the effect of making him perfect, as he had just enough fat to make him soft to the gentle touch, but if you push a little bit and he was solid beneath.

He was dressed in his normal style of loose linen trousers and a loose cotton shirt without a collar.

Tina deftly slipped out of her slippers, knowing it would spoil her look, and skipped over to give him a massive kiss and hug deeply reciprocated.

Tina enjoyed the feel of his firm chest against her breast.

She reached down to squeeze his taut buttocks, a move which had Steve mirroring and taking each of her buttocks, and giving them a massaging rub.

Before things got too steamy, Steve moved to separate.

Once everything was calm, Tina served the food and offered to fix Steve a drink.

He asked for sparkling water and suggested that she’d have better fun later if she switched to it.

After talking and eating the food, they continued to chat for several minutes.

Letting the light meal settle, Steve was attentive and kept making sure Tina had plenty to drink, making sure she had a fresh bottle of sparkling water to hand.

Steve stood and said if it was okay, he wanted to prepare the bedroom for their fun later, but she was not allowed to look, but he would come and get her in a few minutes when he was ready.

Then he asked if she was naked under her rode with a mischievous look in his eyes.

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When we all had our breaths back, we quickly moved to the bathroom to clean up from the mess I had just made.

We made our way as quietly as possible to the bathroom, hopefully not disturbing the others sleeping in the house.

One of the reasons we picked the Airbnb was the main bathroom, it had a double shower, side by side rainfall head in a walk through shower.

All three of us were quickly under the showers, washing each other’s bodies.

We talked quietly, hoping not to wake the rest of the house.

Sally explained that Natalie and herself had been occasional partners at Uni, but knew they were only bisexuals and not looking for anything permanent.

Their joy came from sexual exploration, in trying things together that they had seen in porn they had watched when alone, or ideas that these images had made them want to try.

Sally explained that one of their fantasies was to have a threesome, with either a man or woman, inviting me to explore my carnal thoughts with them this weekend.

This was while she was soaping my boobs, her fingers exploring every curve, appearing to enjoy washing under them and up into my cleavage.

Natalie asked if I enjoyed what I’d seen them doing, and was it my first time watching others having sex?

She asked this while she stood behind me, her soapy hands washing my buttocks, running around the outside and then sliding down the crack, each time moving her fingers further forward towards my anus and pussy.

Blushing, I had to confess being really inexperienced, I had only had sex with three guys, and that my first time was a total disaster in the back of a car.

Sally moved one hand lower, soaping my pussy, and leaned forward to whisper so both Natalie and I could hear, “someone is going to get educated this weekend!”.

Excited, we all quickly rinsed off, and towelled each other dry.

Sally then took one hand, and Natalie to my other, as they led me back to their room.

Closing the door for privacy, Natalie told Sally that she felt Sally should show me what it felt like to have a woman go down on me.

Sally’s eyes went wide with joy, and grabbing both my hands pulled me to the other bed.

Both girls then positioned me on my back, putting a pillow under my hips.

Natalie positioned herself above my head, spreading my knees and lifting them towards herself.

Sally began to lick my pussy, the first person to ever do that to me!

I was in overload, my senses on fire down there, as she moved her tongue around the outside first, teasing my outer lips first.

The tip of her tongue then slowly ran the length of my pussy, forcing my inner lips to open.

I could feel my lower body churning in excitement, my breath caught with each exciting new sensation, I could feel myself getting wetter, not from Sally’s tongue, but my own arousal.

Sally kept exploring my pussy, sucking each labia into her mouth, darting the tip of her tongue like an arrow inside me.

I was looking up at Natalie, who had a hungry look in her eyes, and was running her own tongue over her lips, as if she was imagining what it would be like to do that to me.

I certainly planned on letting her know she would be welcome to, if this was how good it felt each time a woman went down.

Natalie saw me looking up at her, and smiling, she reached out to grab one of my hands, getting me to take over holding my leg.

Natalie then used her free hand to open herself up, running a finger up and down her folds, giving me a clear view for the first time of her pussy.

I loved what I saw, it looked so different to mine; her mound was smooth, not a single hair showed, her labia were much smaller than mine, and I could see her little pearl already peaking out, her hood taut across it, looking ready to expose even more.

As Natalie continued to move her finger lightly along her cleft, a small bead of nectar appeared at her opening, which she used to smooth her fingers route.

Sally, meanwhile, had been setting my pussy alight, her mouth had now moved to playing with my clit, flicking the hood first, then circling around, teasing my pearl to pop out from hiding under it’s hood, before swooping in to gently suck it between her lips.

I began to gently rock my hips, lost in the sensations of pleasure I could feel, my eyes closing as my head moved from side to side, lost in enjoyment.

I was pulled back to the present by Sally inserting one finger, then a second, while her tongue lapped at my clit and lips.

The orgasm that hit me was better than anything I had ever felt, wave after wave washed over my body, my hips jerking upwards.

Sally didn’t stop, just eased up, letting me recover.

Slowly opening my eyes as I began to recover, I was greeted by the sight of Natalie’s middle finger slowly moving in and out of her dripping hole, and I mean dripping, every time her finger slid out, a bead of nectar rolled down to drip off her knuckle.

I wanted to suck that nectar off her finger, but even more, I wanted to do to Natalie what Sally was doing to me.

Sally began moving her fingers now, sliding them in and out, using her tongue at the same pace, as her fingers moved out, her tongue dipped inside me, and as the tongue moved upwards towards my clit, the fingers pushed in.

I was soon moaning in pleasure, my eyes locked on Natalie and her finger.I realised that my free hand had been holding my breast, squeezing and playing with my nipple, which was now hard as a bullet.

I felt Sally turn her wrist, the motion on her fingers now finding my magic interior button.

Sally’s lips enclosed over my clit, sucking it and flicking at the same time with the tip of her tongue.

The speed of her flicking and fingering grew faster and faster, pushing me closer and closer.

Natalie had been watching everything, using a second finger for the last few minutes. As she realised how close I was, she slipped a third finger inside, using them to scoop as much nectar as possible, then feeding me off her fingers.

The sensory overload pushed me over the edge, my hips snapping in spasms as I squirted all over Sally.

Continues in part 3.

We arrived slowly over Thursday night, looking forward to spending the weekend together and catching up.

We picked rooms as we arrived, leaving Sally and Natalie the last room to share, with its twin beds.

Waking up and needing the loo at about 3am I slipped a robe on to cover my naked body, I walked up the hall past the room shared by Sally and Natalie.

I could hear a strange muffled sound getting louder as I got closer.

The door to their room was open, and as I looked in, I found myself looking at a scene from a porn movie.

Sally was naked on top of her bed, with Natalie naked as well.

They were kissing with a deep passion, sucking each other’s tongues and nipping lips with teeth.

I could hear Low moans from each of them, I was able to hear them clearly now as I stood transfixed in the open doorway.

My eyes were drawn to Natalie’s left hand.

Sally’s legs were open, and I could see Natalie was playing with Sally’s lady garden.

Natalie was astride Sally’s left thigh, lightly grinding herself on it, slowly rocking her hips in time with her hand.

I had seen the occasional lesbian sex scene when I watched porn, but my normal fare was content by Erica Lust on her ‘The Store’ website.

I loved being with a man, but after reading about lesbian sex on Medium, and in the occasional bit of porn, I was definitely curious, but had never indulged, even during masturbation.

Here I was, transfixed, watching two women I knew, passionately kissing and touching each other.

I saw Sally use her right hand to play with Natalie’s left breast, first squeezing the whole breast with her hand, then targeting the nipple.

Gently pulling and rolling the tip between her finger tips, the rest of the breast distended following Sally’s pulling.

I suddenly realised I had my robe open, my right hand between my thighs, copying Natalie’s movements, whilst my left hand was acting as if it was Sally’s, pulling and teasing my nipple.

Seeing Natalie’s eyes look in my direction, I made a bold decision, and let my robe fall from my shoulders to the floor.

I resumed playing with myself as I watched.

Natalie brought her hand out between Sally’s legs, raising her fingers, sticky with juice, and licked one finger, before feeding another to Sally.

Both women enjoyed licking and sucking Natalie’s fingers, moaning as they sucked.

Natalie would drop her hand, coat her finger, and the mutual finger sucking would repeat.

My body felt alive with an electric thrill, the stunning first experience of being a real life voyeur, had my pussy creaming on my fingers.

For the first time, I found myself sucking my own juice covered fingers, copying Natalie.

Sally soon became aware of me watching, but also didn’t seem to mind.

Natalie returned her hand and began to move it in and out faster, at the same time she began grinding harder on Sally’s thigh.

Feeling bolder, knowing both women were now aware of my presence.

I moved closer, until I stood almost next to the bed.

Looking down, I could see two of Nat’s fingers pumping in and out of Sally, the thumb of Nat’s hand held out straight, so that each inward thrust banged it into Sally’s erect clit, clearly visible from beneath its hood.

I found myself copying Nat, using my thumb to bump my own clit and my fingers worked my dripping pussy.

Nat’s hips began to jerk as her sliding and rubbing on Sal’s thigh brought her close to the edge.

Slowing slightly, in order to extend the pleasure, Nat offered her fingers, covered in Sally’s juice, for me to taste, Sally’s eyes were gleaming with anticipation as she watched on.

I took the final step forward, my knees now against the side of the bed and leaning forward, I slowly sucked her fingers, forcing the fingers deep into my mouth to clean as much of the beautiful juice off.

Feeling even bolder now, I pulled my own fingers free, offering them first to Natalie, and then after coating them again, to Sally.

This seemed to be enough to push Sally over the edge, her hips jerking with spasms as her back arched and her head jerked forward against her chest.

While she was orgasming, Nat grabbed my hand and thrust it down between her thighs, where they bucked along Sally’s thigh.

My only reaction was to find and rub Natalie’s clit as hard and fast as I could, soon bringing Natalie over the edge, catching her as she almost passed out and fell towards me.

I found myself kissing Natalie as I held her close to my body.

I almost screamed when I felt a hand between my legs, Sally had received enough and was rubbing away at my clit for all she was worth. Natalie soon joined in, thrusting fingers inside me with one hand, while holding me upright with an arm around my waist.

Their combined efforts soon had me close, and as Natalie hit the magic spot inside me, I found my hips jerking uncontrollably and squirting liquid everywhere, over both girls and the bed, the floor, down my thighs.

After about 3 or 5 minutes, I slowly came to my senses, to see them both soaked and wide eyed at what had just happened.

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Don’t get her wrong, she had a great sex life when she was with a partner, but finding a respectable and stable boyfriend was not easy, she had plenty of offers, and on one or two occasions when she’d drunk too much or just took the flirting too far, she would hook up for the night.

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When Geoff joined Carol and I, in sucking Bill’s cock, I knew we were going to have even more fun.

My Husband had booked us a week long break in the Swiss Alps, the only problem was that the rural chalet was actually divided into two apartments, we had the ground floor and someone else had the upper floor.

After arriving at the chalet, we used the code to unlock the key box, taking the keys marked for the lower floor, leaving the upper floor keys behind on their hook.

We had picked up a hire car at the airport, and stopped to pickup food and wine at the supermarket on the way up to the resort, so we unpacked the supplies first.

One of the key things that had attracted my husband to the chalet was the large hot tub on the wrap around decking, and once we had the groceries put away, he was straight outside filling the tub, so we could use it as soon as possible.

I quickly went to the bedroom and opened our suitcases, I was able to get everything hung up or put away in the drawers.

I put my hubby his trunks out on the bed, while I had a quick shower and put my bikini on.

I found two robes hung up in the bathroom, and slipped into one and brought the other out into the bedroom.

My husband stood naked by the bed, folding his clothes, I asked if he had seen any towels outside, or should I grab some from the bathroom.

Whilst he was putting his trunks on, he told me there we spare towels by the door to the deck, above a washer and tumble dryer.

Putting on his robe and leading the way outside, we opened a bottle of wine whilst waiting for the tub to get a bit warmer.

Bill had brought his Bluetooth speaker out with us, and cast music softly from his phone.

I asked Bill what he was playing, and he told me it was Ludovico Einaudi’s latest release ‘ Summer Portraits ‘, I absolutely loved relaxing with Einaudi’s music, and had been waiting to hear the new music.

As we stood drinking and admiring the views, I heard a voice from above us, over the sound of the music.

Looking up, I saw a beautiful woman of about 20, She asked if her husband and herself could join us in the hot tub.

I turned to Bill, my husband, who smiled and said of course, because it was a shared feature.

The couple soon joined us, bringing a couple of bottles of wine with them.

We soon introduced ourselves, I told them my husband was called Bill and that I was called Cathy, they were Carol and Geoff.

Soon enough we were all in the hot tub, enjoying the wine and getting to know each other, Carol and Geoff had Just finished college in America, and we’re being treated by Geoff’s parents.

I explained that Bill and I had just sold our company, and we’re taking some time off before looking for another venture to work on.

After we started the third bottle of wine, we had all relaxed and the topic of conversation became a bit more flirty, and I could feel Carol’s hand on my left thigh under the water, soon joined by Geoff’s on my right thigh.

Looking across to Bill, I told him that I wondered if I should let the youngsters take me to bed.

Bill looked at Carol, and asked if she enjoyed being shared by two men.

Carol giggled, and asked Bill if he’d been shared by a couple.

Bill was soon by Carol’s side, and I was sure his hand was introducing itself to her body under the water.

I was soon in a deep and passionate kiss with Geoff, his hand exploring my body under the water, and of course I wasted no time is exploring him too.

I looked across to Bill, he had Carol’s top undone, her perky breasts being kissed and fondled by one of Bill’s hands. Her face was looking skyward

in rapture, which told me Bill was doing his normal heavenly tricks with his fingers.

Geoff had wasted no time in exposing my breasts, which were nowhere near as perky as Carol’s, but I beat her hands down on areola size, and after a bit of work by Geoff’s mouth and fingers, they were tight and almost an inch long.

Geoff lifted my body enough to slide my swimsuit off, whilst I worked on getting his swim shorts off.

Geoff had my lower lips open and while he used two fingers inside me, his thumb worked at my clit, my hand was busy slowly stroking his decent size cock under the water.

Bill had Carol sitting on the edge of the tub, his mouth and tongue working away on her clit and lips, two of his fingers inside her, slowly fucking her.

I was turned on seeing her long and full labia, Bill was sucking each side in turn, and I am sure his tongue was flickering inside his mouth each time.

Holding Geoff’s hand in place inside me, I moved the short distance to my husband’s side, moving in to enjoy Carol’s pussy with him, kissing him sloppily in the process.

Geoff was obviously enjoying the show, as I am certain his rod became even harder and longer in my hand, whilst his fingers worked wonders on my pussy.

Bill moved his fingers to give me full access to Carol’s lips and clit, while his tongue moved lower, flicking around her anus.

I felt Geoff move round, and freeing his cock, he began to tease my folds with the head of his cock, moving it up and down my slit, whilst the fingers of his free hand moved round my body to tease my clit from the front.

Pushing my hips back, I felt Geoff slowly pushing into my pussy, I kept pushing until I felt he was buried to the hilt.

Carol was holding onto both Bill and my head as we worked her pussy and ass.

Geoff started the slow, long strokes with his cock, building up the speed while his finger began to circle my clit in time with his thrusts.

I managed to lick and moan on Carol’s pussy for a few more minutes, enjoying her rolling orgasms as Bill had his tongue inside her ass, my fingers flicking her hard little bean.

Easing Carol back into the hot tub, Bill turned to kiss both Carol and I, giving Carol time to get her breath and composure back.

This is while Geoff is still increasing the force of his thrusting into my pussy, within a few more thrusts, I could feel my first orgasm building, Carol is soon recovered enough to begin playing with my breasts, teasing my nipples soon has my orgasm peaking.

Carol & Bill support my body as Geoff continues pounding away, my Orgasm rolling over me in waves, until Geoff gives some strangled grunts, filling my pussy with his load.

Carol takes the opportunity to return to playing with Bill, getting him to take her place on the edge of the hot tub, as her mouth begins working on his cock.

I am soon aware of her licking and teasing the head of his cock, and I moved across to join in, first by sucking on his balls, taking each one into my mouth and using my tongue on it while I begin humming, knowing how much it turns him on.

Carol soon joins me, taking the other one into her mouth, but not before offering Bills turgid cock to me. between the two of us, we rotate over his cock and balls.

Suddenly, Geoff’s hand begins to work on Bill’s shaft, working from the base, rubbing upwards to whoever’s mouth was working the head.

Carol and I exchanged a smile, and each began working on a ball each , as Geoff brought him mouth down on Bill’s cock.

I watch in amazement as Geoff worked the cock like a pro, taking it deep down his throat, humming along with Carol and I.

I felt his hand on my ass, and realised that he was probing for my pussy, so I moved his hand down, then reached across to put the other hand on Carol’s.

Bill’s hands were moving from first Carol’s head, then to mine, and finally Geoff’s, trying to set the pace.

Soon enough Carol pushed Geoff out of the way, and began taking Bills full length down the throat.

Geoff moved down to Bill’s arse, and began working his tongue around the puckered hole, this soon has Bill relaxing it, allowing the tip of Geoff’s tongue to explore further.

Carol could tell that Bill was getting close, and pulling me up to join her, and began working her hands on the shaft, from base to tip.

Carol opened her mouth and nudged Geoff to get his attention, and we ended up with the three of us in the water, our mouths wide open, as Bill took his cock in hand, rubbing rapidly to get over the edge.

Ropes of spunk began shooting from his end as he moved it from side to side, trying to make sure we all got a taste.

The fun continues with more sexy fun in Part 2

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When I travel, I always book a hotel with a decent gym.

It had become a habit, working out late at night, when the normal guests would be asleep.

The only people one would normally see would be hotel staff.

I was visiting Thailand, and following my normal practice, after an early evening sleeping, went downstairs to the hotel gym.

I warmed up by doing 30 mi…

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When I confessed my fantasy, she didn’t laugh, she listened to everything I said, then listened to the Music

I told her how, when I was young, I had seen a film. The film was okay, as were the stars, but one scene had imprinted itself on my mind.

The film was ‘10’. Starring Dudley Moore, Julie Andrew, and introduced Bo Derek. It …

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My name is Zara, and I want to talk about my fantastic lover.

I first met Alice about 3 months ago.

I fell in love at first sight, not just because of how beautiful she looked, but because of what she was doing.

She was a police officer, and she was arresting a man for punching his partner in public.

The woman didn’t want to press charges, but he’d done it right in front of a CCTV camera.

When I saw it, it showed the woman talking to another woman, and the man had walked up, punched her in the arm and belly, vicious and full force.

The woman had fallen to the floor, but he grabbed her arm, pulled her up, and was dragging her away.

That’s when I and a few other people had intervened, stopping him, worried what would happen if he got her somewhere private.

I was just a passing shopper, on my own, but some men had seen it too, and joined me in stopping them leaving.

One of the men told the man they had called the police, and he couldn’t leave until he’d spoken to them.

The four of them formed, like cardinal points on a compass, preventing him from leaving.

I moved the woman to the side, asking if she was badly hurt; did she want an ambulance? asking her name? talking to her to try and distract her from the angry partner.

Then Alice arrived, along with a male colleague.

Surprisingly, he came to me and the woman.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye.

Alice went over to the man, the first thing she did was so powerful, she turned him round and put him into handcuffs.

She didn’t ask his name, or anything.

She then told him his rights, but didn’t ask him questions. Instead, she spoke to the men, asking each his name, and did they clearly see what happened? Then asked if he would give a statement about what each had seen, and each man agreed.

The male officer had approached the woman and myself, asking: if she was injured, did she want medical help, did she know the man, did she know why he hit her — all sorts of questions.

He used his radio, giving information from the answers she gave.

I later found out Alice had an earpiece, and was getting the answers.

The male officer then asked my details, asking what I saw, and if I’d give a statement.

When another pair of officers arrived, they went off with the woman, while Alice and her partner took the man away.

I was back at home, alone in my flat, at about 7:30 p.m. when my door bell rang. Looking at my phone app. I could see a female face in profile, long blonde hair, bright red lipstick, chewing a matchstick, eyes down, looking at a phone.

Pressing the microphone symbol on the app, I asked who it was?

“It’s Constable Alice Vincent, I have come to take a formal statement about the incident earlier”.

Heart pounding in excitement, she was here. I told her I would be right down. I threw a robe over my P.J’s and went down to let her in.

I led the way upstairs to my 4 floor flat. It was part of a large Victorian house that’d been converted to flats some years before. I loved it, my neighbours were respectful and nice.

When we reached my flat, I offered tea or coffee, joking that as she was on duty, she couldn’t join me in a glass of wine.

Alice chuckled, saying she had actually gone off duty 45 minutes ago, but she was passing my address on the way home. So had come to grab my statement, so if the offer was still on, she needed a glass of wine after her day.

We sat in my lounge, glass of white each, she in an armchair, me opposite on the sofa.

She placed her phone on the table, asking if it was okay to record my statement, as it was easier than trying to read her notes.

She asked me about what I had seen and heard, what I had done, what others had done, etc.

When she finished, she turned her phone off and sat back, letting out a long sigh, her body visibly relaxing, and took her first drink of the wine.

I boldly told her to stay and relax for a short while. I would be grateful for some brief company.

She looked me over, as if she was mentally examining me.

Me in a baggy part unbuttoned P.J jacket, loose short P.J bottoms, and a thin almost transparent silk robe.

Decision made, she told me she would love to stay and relax, but would I mind if she unbuttoned her shirt? She told me she had a crop top on, but as my flat was warm, she’d relax better that way.

Alice asked about my work as a physiotherapist, was I at the local hospital etc.

I asked about her day, and did she enjoy being in the police?

You know what I mean, we both showed interest in the other, without being too intrusive, until Alice asked about a picture on my wall.

I explained that it was my ex-partner Claire, who’d done the dirty and fallen for a guy. Left me to have his kids.

Alice said she understood, her last girlfriend had gone off for another girl, who worked normal hours, and didn’t come home battered and bruised sometimes.

By this point, we’d been chatting for about ninety minutes, and I was about to offer to open a second bottle of wine.

Alice stretched her arm out, which forced her chest forward, rolling her neck, giving me a decent sight of her b-cup boobs outlined under her crop top, nipples slightly erect, the clear outline of her areola visible.

There was a loud pop, and a cry of pain. Alice’s left hand grabbed the right side of her neck.

I quickly jumped to my feet, went behind the chair to check her neck.

I could see the trapezius muscle was tight, and that her neck muscles were twitching under her skin.

I told her to stay still, and slip her shirt off. I rushed to the cupboard in the hall, and grabbed my sports treatment bag.

Then in the kitchen, I ran the hot and cold taps, grabbed two tea towels, and a bowl. I held one tea towel under each tap, and squeezing most of the water out, went back to Alice.

Folding the hot tea towel, I held it to her neck, my other hand gently massaging her shoulder. After 20 seconds. I swapped to the cold towel,

I kept repeating this for a few minutes, slowly easing the spasm in Alice’s neck.

Finally, her hand reached out to stop me, saying she felt fine now.

My mind clicked back over to normal mode, and I realized Alice’s top was soaked, and had gone almost transparent.

I decided to go for broke, I told her she wasn’t alright. Taking her by the hand led her to my bathroom, handed her a terry robe and a large towel. I ordered her to take a hot shower, and I would give her neck and shoulders a proper treatment massage, and I wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Closing the door on her, a minute later I heard the shower running.

Moving to my bedroom. I lit a few candles, put some oil on a little warmer, and threw a large towel down the centre of my bed. I rolled a few smaller towels up, making bolsters, and put some relaxing music on

I heard the shower stop, and a minute later Alice appeared

She was naked, the robe I had given her ignored.

She was beautiful, fully shaved, a piercing visible on her hood over her clit, sparking sapphire blue, another at her navel, dangling and sparkling the same blue. Her body was fantastically toned, without being overdone.

Alice stepped into my bedroom, looking at how I had laid things out, smiled and laid face down on my bed.

Placing a rolled up towel under her ankles, I placed one under each of her shoulders, lifting them off the mattress.

I climbed onto the bed next to her upper body, gathering a small amount of oils onto my hands. Began massaging her shoulders and neck. Using pressure points, pressing and releasing, hands soothing and easing the tension beneath.

Alice moaned in pleasure and pain, enjoying the feeling of tension easing out of her shoulders. I worked away on both her neck and shoulders for about 15 minutes, running my fingers and palms over the skin, feeling all the tension and knots releasing over time.

Unable to resist, I began moving my hand lower and further to the sides.

First, my hands went to the sides, my finger tips just kissing the swell of her breast, my finger tips seeking to feel more and more each time.

The towels under her shoulders allowed my fingers to sweep over the top of each breast, the pleasing moans from Alice, telling me she didn’t object, and was enjoying the sensations.

Pressing my fingers into the mattress, I was able to seep my palm over first one, then the other breast.

By this point, I could feel my own arousal building, a dampness between my lower lips pushing me to dare to go further.

I slowly began moving lower down Alice’s back, finding the two cute dimples above the swell of her butt, and then onto the swell of each glorious globe of her ass.

With too much oil on my hands, I began to massage each globe, circling over and kneading each one, then a hand on each, lifting and separating them, seeing her rosebud twitching and pulsing.

As I continued, Alice opened her thighs, exposing her folds, already dewy with excitement.

My finger worked their magic, caressing and massaging the back of her thighs, before working along the inside, working slowly higher.

Alice was whimpering by this point, murmuring my name quietly, her breathing was becoming rapid.

Finally, I allowed the tip of a finger to gently brush one of her outer petals, which made her thighs open wider, and Alice began to groan.

I let my fingers tease and torment her, swiping around, but not touching her rosebud or her flower.

Finally, leaning forward, I whispered into Alice’s ear, “Roll over if you’d like”.

Alice was on her back before I could finish saying “like”

Her chest was heaving in excitement, her nipple like bullets, the pupils in her eyes were so dilated, you almost couldn’t tell the colour of them

Her lips had become puffy, swollen with both excitement and from being bitten, to stop her crying out in frustration.

I pulled my clothes off, letting her see my piercings and tattoos for the first time. Covering both my hands in oil, I began long strokes over her body, sweeping my hands from her collar bones to her knee caps. Rubbing and pressing on her skin, leaving her body gleaming and shiny from the excess oil.

Gathering more oil onto my hands, I began caressing her breasts, the flesh moving between my fingers as I tried to tweak each nipple.

Moving lower, I paused to play with her bully button and the beautiful piercing, before moving on to the next beautiful item of jewellery. Flicking it back and forth with my finger tips, making her clit swell beneath the hood, I let my fingers dip between her open thighs, oiling each labia, and working some into her rear entrance.

I finally rewarded her patience, the fingers of one hand massaging her mound and clit, whilst the fingers of the other hand opened her lips and dove inside, two fingers slick with oil, were soon soaked in a flood of her juice, as she came almost immediately from finally getting touched where she wanted.

As my fingers worked. I leaned forward, and kissed Alice for the first time. Her passionate response left me ecstatic.

I moved my body over Alice.

I stopped using my hands, and grasping more oil, I rubbed the front of my body, covering myself as fast as possible.

I lowered my body on hers, slowly sliding our oil coated bodies together, sliding and rubbing.

My thigh slid between hers, as I ground my pussy against her oily thigh.

Alice began to grind herself against my thigh. I could feel her piercing rubbing on me.

Finally, I sat up and pulled one of her thighs over mine. I began rubbing my clit against hers.

We were both moaning and grunting, our hips thrusting and pressing our clits harder together. Our breathing became so fast I felt like I was back at school doing P.E.

Our eyes were locked on the others, smiling through the passion, both of us rushing to our relief.

Finally, we both came, hips jerking, juices flowing, a simultaneous crescendo of pleasure.

We fell into each other’s arms.

Kissing each other back to earth, holding and talking.

Alice told me she could get used to not being top for a change. I admitted normally I was a bottom, but had decided I should go for what I want for a change.

We spent the night together.

Alice married me yesterday, we have been together for 3 years.

They fingered each other, trying to make the other cum first.

I had been living at Holme Place for a few years. It was three stories of one and two bed flats formed into a horseshoe shape around a large park-like area that we could all use.

Each flat had small balconies where we could fit tables and chairs overlooking the park area, but this also meant we could see each other if we used the balcony.

There are 6 flats on each floor. My flat was at one end on the top floor, meaning I could see most of the flats opposite me, and to the left, only the four flats below were out of my view.

About two weeks ago, a pair of beautiful sexy young women moved into the flat directly opposite me. I heard through the gossip tree that both claimed they were just good friends, living together to save on costs.

That seemed to make sense, as it was a two bedroom flat.

Summer was coming to an end, and I still enjoyed sitting outside on my balcony, in the last of the day’s sunlight, reading and drinking tea.

I was wearing loose fitting yoga pants and a light cotton blouse.

But tonight I was distracted from my reading.

Movement from directly opposite caught in my peripheral vision as I sat side on.

At first I thought the women in the opposite flat were fighting, but then I realised what I was seeing.

They had yet to put any curtains up in their living room, meaning I could see everything going on through the window and glass balcony guard rail.

The overhead lights were on in their flat, meaning nothing was in the shadows. I saw what I was seeing as if I was in the room.

They were both in lace one piece bodies, the blonde woman in black lace, while the raven haired girl had white lace on.

They moved each other round in circles, taking turns to force the other back against the wall.

I could see they were passionately kissing, but kissing in a way that was desperate. Each seemingly wanting to take control and dominate the other, as if something had removed their restraint, and they had thrown away any inhibitions.

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Abigail had felt a pain in her lower back, it had been slowly getting worse over the last two or three weeks.

At the recommendation of a close friend, she finally decided to get it seen by her friend’s physical therapy specialist.

He had sorted her back problems out completely, and she had been totally pain free for about a year.

She found the man’s details online and looked at his website. It said he specialised in sports injuries, but his practice included treatment of non-sports related problems.

His clinic was local, and he dealt with a wide range of people who all gave great reviews, several of whom she recognised.

Abigail phoned the number and spoke with the receptionist, who gave her an outline of how the specialist worked.

He did not make appointments for new clients without first doing a short, free consultation by phone.

If the specialist felt he could help, and based on the problem and its severity, he would offer an appointment, during which he would do an in-depth assessment and recommend a treatment plan.

Abigail gave her number, and went back to working editing a few photos she took at Weeping Rock National Park in Arizona over the weekend.

Within 5 minutes, her phone rang, it was the specialist returning her call. Her heart jumped as he spoke, because he had a very sexy English accent.

Grinning to herself, oh heavens, but she had a thing for accents.

He asked some questions about why she sought treatment, where her pain was located, the severity, her symptoms, her lifestyle, was she active physically, and things of the like.

After about 10 minutes of discussion, he told her he had a strong idea what her problem was, and that he would be happy to offer her treatment.

After checking his calendar, he had an opening at 4pm that afternoon.

Abigail gladly accepted the slot, and asked if she needed to bring anything in particular with her.

He asked if she could arrive about ten minutes before, to fill in a few forms, could she also wear loose fitting clothes, and that he would see her then.

Arriving for the appointment early as requested, Abigail was greeted by the receptionist and given a clipboard with some forms to fill in.

Taking a seat she began completing the forms, but before she could finish a door opened and a well known local baseball player stepped out along a short corridor, shaking hands and thanking a medium built man of about 50ish, with short salt and pepper hair.

The specialist approached her and smiling down at where she was seated said, ‘You must be Abigail, how nice to meet you.

Would you like to come through and we’ll finish the forms together.’

They entered a room that consisted of a desk in one corner with two chairs, an area with exercise mats on the floor and a padded treatment table at the far end.

The man crossed to the desk and invited Abigail to take a seat next to him.

As he opened a folder sitting on the desk, she noted her full name on the cover, and as he opened it she saw a page of notes in crisp, neat handwriting about her.

Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he smilingly asked for the forms she had been filling in at reception, and together they completed them.

Once this was done, he began to explain what he thought that due to the fact she spent most of her time seated at her computer, some muscles called the iliopsoas group, which ran from the top of her legs, through the abdominal area to her back, had become shortened over time.

When she moved out of a seated position, the tension on these muscles increased, causing them to pull inwards on her lower back.

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Holly and Isabelle met at a club a week ago, but with their husbands in tow, they could only exchange phone numbers.

They had looked at each other and known. A mutual attraction, a smouldering intense desire to see each other naked and give each other orgasms.

The whispered secret words signalling a deep desire. The mutual need to feel a soft, female body, once more.

After that night, texts flew back and forth the first few days, then Holly sent her first photo, a topless selfie in the bathroom mirror.

A reply from Isabelle, a full nude, of herself, with a hand between her own legs.

Then Holly arranged a hotel room for the following Saturday, with an extra charge for early arrival. They would meet before lunch, spend as long as possible together, then return home to their husbands and their normal lives.

Holly checked in, and sent Isabelle the room number by text.

Holly excitedly stripped out of her clothes, throwing a robe over her white lace lingerie.

She made herself a cup of tea while she waited nervously.

Holly’s nervous state was caused by excitement. It had been so long since Holly had been with a woman, she’d known she was bisexual since she was young. The first time she’d masturbated was after coming home from swimming, she’d got off thinking about the other girl’s naked bodies.

Boy had become a later interest, she’d fantasied about what it would be like with one. The first time was a let down, but following that first fumbling exciting times, when he squirted his spunk over her before he was even inside, they had perfected how to do it.

The first girl came later, during a high school field trip. That first time was kissing and fingers, but at college she got her first taste, going 69 with a drunken roommate, which they repeated infrequently.

She heard a soft knock at the door.

Putting her tea down and rushing to open it, to find Isabelle standing outside.

Holly reached out and took Isabelle by the hand, gently pulling her inside.

Isabella was wearing a light summer dress with a crossover buttoned front.

Standing looking Holly in the eyes, she slowly began undoing the buttons to reveal a sexy black lace bra and matching panties.

Holly smiled with hunger in her eyes and opened the robe to reveal her own white lace matching set.

Holly spoke, “I really want to kiss you, is that okay?” “I can’t wait for you to kiss me”, replied Isabelle, reaching her hands out to embrace Holly.

They embraced, lips meeting for the first time, Isabelle slowly pressing her tongue between Holly’s lips, which yielded and opened to allow access to the warm and slightly moist gland.

Isabelle’s tongue entered and explored Holly’s mouth, swirling and exploring, as her hands began their own exploration of Holly’s body by starting on the hips. One hand slowly moved upwards up Holly’s body, whilst the other pulled Holly closer, by moving around the back of the hip, and sliding down to Holly’s buttock and pulling the hip forward.

Holly began her own exploration, one hand going to Isabelle’s shoulder, while her other hand snaked under Isabelle’s armpit to reach her upper back, pulling Isabelle toward her.

Both women’s bodies were now pressed together, breast to breast.

A slight twist of her hip allowed Isabelle to gently push her knee between Holly’s, and further pulling of the hand on Holly’s butt placed each woman’s pelvis on the other thigh.

Holly enjoyed the fact that Isabelle had taken a dominant role, her own nerves relaxing as the other took control.

However, as her hand was exploring the contours of Isabelle’s back, her hand repeatedly coming into contact with the clasp and straps of the bra, she decided that it was in the way.

Hooking the clasp in her fingers, she managed to up-clip the back of the bra, letting each side fall free giving her hand full rein to move up and down Isabelle’s spine.

Isabelle began to grind her lace covered mound on Holly’s thigh, feeling herself covering the fabric with her juice as the friction helped to open her lower lips. Isabelle began to roll and grind herself harder on Holly’s thigh.

Isabelle had built her anticipation of this meeting up in her mind so much, she hadn’t been able to resist using her toys for the last three days. Whenever she found a few minutes of peace, she would touch herself, imagining that it was Holly doing it to her. She had masturbated 3 times this morning even after having woken up to find her horny husband ready and needy before breakfast, with him using every hole to enjoy himself.

Isabelle felt Holly unhook her bra, and shook her shoulders to make the shoulder straps drop, letting the weight of the bra fall, so that it came to rest in the crook of each elbow. Isabelle then pressed her breast forward against the lace fabric of Holly’s bra, the contact making her already excited nipples pop up even harder.

Using both her hands, Isabelle reached up and unhooked Holly’s bra, using her hands to pull the shoulder straps off of Holly’s shoulders.

Breaking the passionate kiss, both women pulled their bras completely off, and without a word, Isabelle hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her own panties and began to ease them down.

Seeing this, Holly did the same, feeling her excitement pounding in her chest as she looked at Isabelle’s naked body for the first time, taking in the neat landing strip of hair, neatly trimmed short, which pointed like an arrow at Isabelle’s aroused mons, the cleft being opened by suffused labia, which glistened with arousal, the bud of Isabelle’s clit was slightly peeking from beneath the hooded cover.

Isabelle knew from the feeling of coldness, that her excitement showed down below, she often played in front of a mirror, imagining it was another woman she was looking at. Her own eyes were drawn to Holly’s complete smooth mound, amazed to see a single bead of excitement flow slowly down the inside of Holly’s thigh.

Pushing Holly rapidly back to the bed, so that her body fell onto the mattress, Isabelle dropped down between her knees and using her tongue, starting where the bead of aroused ended, licked it up, working upward toward her target.

Holly reached down, using the three middle fingers of one hand to slowly sweep back and forth over her mound and clit, while with the other hand, she placed a finger either side of her cleft, waiting with excitement as Isabelle’s mouth drew closer, and when the mouth arrived, she moved her fingers apart, opening herself up to the warm and wet tongue of Isabelle.

Taking the open invitation, Isabelle broadened her tongue to lap the length of Holly’s folds, before making her tongue narrow and hard, and assaulting Holly’s opening, forcing herself in as deep as she could, only held back by her lips and nose pressed hard against the flesh of the folds.

Holly’s hips bucked upwards, the hand that had been holding herself open, grabbing a fistful of Isabelle’s hair and trying to force her deeper, holding Isabelle in place as Holly’s began to rock and grind her hips and pelvis into the face.

Isabelle moaned and hummed as she licked and thrust her tongue in and our, Fucking Holly with it and lapping up the cream being produced by a combination of saliva and female nectar.

Holly’s three fingers moved faster over her mons, dipping lower to press and excite her clit, until a rapid jerk of her hips signalled her first climax.

The snap of Holly’s hips signalled to Isabelle to ease up, and pull back as Holly gasped and sighed in bliss as her body shuddered in bliss.

Once she recovered, Holly looked up to see Isabelle smiling at her.

Pulling Isabelle up onto the mattress, Holly positioned her so that her head was resting on the pillows, and pushing Isabelle’s knees apart, she moved down to enjoy her own exploration.

When Isabelle moved to touch her own clit, Holly told her “No, keep your hand above your waist”.

Holly used her tongue to lick the length of Isabelle’s cleft, from her butt ring all the way over her entrance and clit, stopping only when she reached the landing strip of hair, repeating the action, each time changing the shape and pressure of her tongue.

Holly then used her hands, using the same two fingers she’s held herself open with, to do the same to Isabelle.

Isabelle had fuller labia than Holly, which meant Holly could take each side in her lips, using the suction to pull each one, as she did so, the middle finger of her other hand slowly teased around the entrance to Isabelle’s body, then sinking in, to the first joint, and in that position, began to move round and round, stretching the open, before being pushed into the second joint, and the action repeated, stretching the entrance wider.

After sucking and teasing each labia, Holly brought her tongue up to the pink bud, peeking from beneath its hood, using the underside of her tongue to start, flicking across the surface and Isabelle’s hips began rolling in response.

Holly slipped the finger further inside Isabelle, until it was completely inside, then she began moving her hand back and forth, fucking Isabelle with the finger, hearing moans of pleasure from Isabelle in reaction.

After a minute of using just one finger, Holly added the index finger to the mix, using both to thrust in and out, the knuckles of her ring and little finger bumping against Isabelle’s anus as she thrust her fingers inside faster and faster.

Isabelle announced, between moans and groans of pleasure, that she was rolling in bliss, that Holly was doing fantastic and she should keep going.

Unsure, but feeling excited, Holly gently slid her ring finger inside to join her other slim and elegant finger inside Isabelle, which elicited an euphoric and loud “yes” from Isabelle, as she thrust her hips up to meet the invasion by three fingers.

Slowly Holly built the pace, moving her fingers faster and faster, her little finger denting Isabelle’s anal opening, feeling the sphincter pulsing as the fingers were feeling the waves of contractions from Isabelle’s pussy, which was squelching in juice as Isabelle raced toward the peak of bliss.

A glance upward by Holly at the moaning and groaning Isabelle, Holly saw that Isabelle had her head thrown back, her hands were pulling and tweaking her own nipples, squeezing so hard that Holly knew that in future she would be able to push Isabelle’s pleasure & pain thresholds.

Closing her lips over Isabelle’s clit and hood, Holly sucked on both, using the tip of her tongue to flick over the nubbin inside her mouth.

It was all Isabelle could take, her hips jerked as she crashed over the edge of bliss, she felt her lower body turn to liquid as hot waves of bliss rolled over her.

Holly kept her fingers inside Isabelle, but slowed the speed right down, rotating at the wrist as she felt the contractions and fluttering slow, she raised her her head, looking down at the blissful Isabelle, her nipples bright red from where Isabelle had pulled and twisted them.

Taking pity on them, Holly used her moistened lips to gently kiss each nipple, then her wet tongue to flick broadly at each one, leaving them glistening and wet, the attention and cold air making them peak once more.

Isabelle was looking down blissfully at Holly and moaned again as Holly’s wrist rotated once again as the fingers moved in and out of Isabelle.

The women spent another three hours in each other’s arms, enjoying many more orgasms before finally taking a shower together and dressing.

They each went home to their respective husbands, knowing that in a few weeks they would be able to meet again, enjoying the sapphic pleasure once more. Isabelle had suggested that next time, maybe they should bring some toys, which made Holly’s eyes light up with excitement and she nodded her head eagerly.

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We arrived back at the hotel a little after 2pm.

I collected my bags from the concierge, and I checked in at reception, and we were soon in my room.

Janice wandered around looking in cupboards and checking out the bathroom.

I placed the do not disturb hanger on the door, turning I saw Janice starting to undress, she looked over and asked me why I was being so slow.

I stood undoing the buttons on my shirt, watching this beautiful woman half my age undress, the fantasy I had that her flirting was real had come true.

Not only had it come true, but she had a sexy little girl cock too.

My sexual background is as big as my age, from 15 to 25, I had thought I was straight, loving just a few women, but finding what I loved, my kinky side or so I thought.

My girlfriend of the time, who I had been living with for several months, decided to arrange a foursome for my 25th birthday.

It was the first time I had seen a rampant cock in real life, and it was pounding my girlfriend whilst I ate the wife of the cock, eating her better than ever, as I felt excited by a cock for the first time.

My girlfriend had picked a couple she knew from her work, the guy wasn’t some butch bloke, he was an academic, and was bi as well, so when he pulled out of my girlfriend and offered his juice covered cock to his wife, he didn’t mind when my girlfriend and I joined for a suck too.

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I had been chatting with Janice for a few weeks. We met whilst I was doing research at the museum.

Janice was a curator of medieval artifacts, a sweet blonde of medium build, about 30 years old, with a very sexy voice, and knew a lot about old things.

Janice had spent the morning helping carry out research for a historical fiction book I was preparing to write.

I invited her to lunch, as a way of saying thanks, and was stunned when she accepted.

We walked to a pleasant brasserie I knew a short distance away.

As we walked, we talked a bit about general things, until, she revealed that she had actually read a few of my novels.

I told her jokingly that I was shocked to meet my only reader, to which she replied that I must owe her a fortune for all the copies she had brought, but, we could work a payment method out.

Having had a laugh over the jokes, we entered the brasserie, and settled at a table.

We continued to talk over lunch, and I slowly realised that Janice was flirting with me, even though I was twice her age.

When I joked that if she didn’t behave, I might have to put her over my knee and spank her, like any father may do for a daughter, hopefully that she’d get the age reference.

Janice looked at me in the eyes and told me that she’d love that, as she had a thing for older men.

Fortunately for me, one of her colleagues came over to say hello, and chatted with us, mistaking me for Janice’s dad.

At around this point, the waitress arrived with the bill.

I excused myself to pay, leaving Janice to explain that I was not her dad, and that I was a writer doing research at the Museum.

I exchanged my contract details with Janice, asking if it would be okay to call if I need to carry out more, research.

A few days later, I had the first text from Janice, asking how I was and how the research was going.

We conversed by text for several days. But, over that period, Janice began flirting more and more with me. Every day, or two, the level of her flirting increased.

Janice sent me the first picture after a particularly flirty message. It was just a selfie of her head and shoulders, with an enigmatic smile on her face.

I hold my hand up, and I confess to beginning to flirt back. I mean, who wouldn’t? A sexy woman half my age, was showing serious interest in me, it would be rude not to.

I told her I would be needing to do a bit more research, and would love her help.

I explained I would travel down to London, and hopefully would be able to carry out the last of my research over the weekend.

Janice was extremely excited about it, asking if I would only be visiting her museum, or would I need to visit others.

I explained my plan was to spend the Friday at her museum, then at a different place on Saturday, and spend the Sunday going over everything in my hotel, and if I needed to, I finish getting the last research on the Monday.

Janice told me she was excited to see me again, and would take the Saturday off to help, as she knew the staff at the other museum.

We texted over the next few days, until the Thursday night, I was driving to London the next morning and Janice was flirting more and more.

That’s when the photo arrived, Janice was topless, her blonde hair pulled forward to cover her breast, but not enough to completely hide them.

The message that came with the photo simply said “Looking forward to you researching this body of work”.

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She woke up with a start, she was in total blackness.

When she tried to move, she found she couldn’t move her hands nor feet. She appeared tied, by ankle and wrist, her body forming a naked X in the centre of the bed.

She felt a slight chill of cold air, realising the door to her balcony must be open to admit the breeze.

She felt what woke her, a light feather-like touch on her knee. It began to move up her leg onto her thigh, before moving across her stomach, and then down the other leg to her knee on that side.

Finding her voice, she asked, ‘Who’s there, what’s going on?’ She heard no reply, straining her ears trying to hear if anyone was there.

It happened again, the soft tickling began on one knee, moved up and across her body to the other knee.

She began to struggle, twisting first one wrist, then the other, trying to work out how to free herself.

Realising with shock that the bindings on each wrist were her husband’s silk neckties, and that she could not work out how to free herself.

She began trying to pull her legs together and pull her knees up to close her legs and hide her naked, exposed sex.

She heard it then, a gentle shushing sound, most definitely male, seemingly wanting to calm her, and get her to cease her struggles.

Instead, she doubled her efforts, feeling panic rise within her. Her heart was beating like it wanted to explode from her chest. She demanded the voice release her.

‘Stop! You’ll do nothing but hurt yourself if you continue acting difficult.’ The voice was firm, deep. ‘Relax, it will soon be over. You will not get hurt if you relax and submit.’

The emphasis on the last word made her breath catch. With a panic, she realised this certainly was not her husband.

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