0 comments/ 2649 views/ 0 favorites SANDA By: Scorpio58 AVERTISMENT: Intrucat faptele descrise sunt reale, s-ar putea ca numele si locatiile sa fi fost schimbate. Nu sunt inca, sa zic asa, cu toti boii acasa... Proaspat divortat, nervos, iritabil, incercand, totusi, sa-mi maschez starea de spirit... Femeia asta, asa miniona, dar cu toate "bunurile" bine dezvoltate, frumos proportionate, se uita la mine de parca n-ar mai fi vazut barbat in viata ei -- ma priveste insistent, fara sa se ascunda... Suntem in piata -- eu am venit sa cumpar, daca gasesc, niste mere frumoase. Doamne! Dar fata asta chiar ca nu se potoleste! Se holbeaza la mine, ca la nu stiu ce! Fara sa mai stau pe ganduri, ma apropii de ea si fara nici un fel de introducere, ii spun: - Ai de ales, ori vii cu mine, acum, ori ne vedem fiecare de ale lui. Ma intorc pe calcaie, uitand si de mere si de tot si... plec din piata. La traversare, ma opresc, intrucat semaforul este pe culoarea rosie. Deodata, aud pe cineva gafaind, exagerat, in spatele meu, apoi o voce feminina: - Si n-ar trebui, ca barbat, sa verifici daca fata te poate urma cu viteza cu care te deplasezi tu?!?... E mititica din piata, probabil fericita ca am prins rosu la semafor. Ma intorc, o privesc, fara sa comentez in vreun fel... Se face verde (semaforul, nu fata!). O iau de mana si incep sa traversez. Se tot vaita ca merg prea repede si-si exprima speranta ca, in ritmul asta, nu trebuie sa ajungem prea departe. Aici, o surprind. Dupa doar cativa pasi, intram in scara blocului. Ajunsi in fata liftului, se uita iarasi la mine: - Ma numesc Sanda, am aproape douazeci de ani, sunt studenta la politehnica si... deja sunt cativa ani buni de cand te tot vad prin zona, dar n-am avut curajul sa te abordez... Ma uit in ochii ei, ma prezint si-i povestesc ca sunt proaspat divortat, intr-o stare de spirit de la mizerabila in jos, cu nevoia permanenta sa bat pe cineva, daca mi se iveste ocazia... - Doamne! Sa inteleg ca doamna aceea blonda cu care te-am vazut de cateva luni incoace era sotia ta? Ma uit, din nou, adanc in ochii ei: - Cum, conform obiceiurilor de pe la noi, sunt monogam, blonda cu pricina era, intr-adevar, nevasta-mea! - Doamne! Ce femeie respectabila! Imi sare mustarul, poate ca nejustificat: - Hm, ai de gand sa intri in lift, sau ai nevoie doar de noua adresa a fostei mele sotii? - Vai! Scuze! Scuze! Scuze! Nu stiu cum a sunat, dar nu am vrut sa intorc cutitul in rana!... Continua sa se scuze, sa-mi povesteasca nu stiu ce, timp in care eu imi vad de inchisul usilor si de apasatul pe buton... Intrati in casa, merg la bucatarie si iau o sticla de Whiskey si doua pahare, apoi o conduc pe Sanda in dormitor. Acuma, dormitorul meu nu este numai dormitor... Mai sunt aici si doua fotolii, o masuta, un sistem stereo de inalta fidelitate, tot felul de alte nimicuri... O invit sa ia loc intr-un fotoliu, torn whiskey in pahare, dam noroc, apoi, eu cel putin, golesc paharul fara ca inca sa ma fi asezat. Dupa ce pun paharul pe masuta, ma apropii de Sanda, imi desfac cureaua de la pantaloni, nasturele, fermoarul, apoi ii trag in jos, impreuna cu chilotii, aratandu-i Sandei pula, care, deja, este aproape sculata... Intelegand mesajul, fata nu pierde timpul. Are buzele umede si moi, iar limba, se vede clar ca stie ce, cum, unde si cand, asa ca, in mai putin de cinci minute, ii umplu gura cu sloboz... Nu tu sarutari, nu tu preludiu, nici macar cine stie ce conversatie! Pur si simplu i-o dau in gura, iar ea, ca o fata buna, mai si inghite tot, pana la ultima picatura... Ma cam bate gandul sa umblu la sertarul cu prezervative. Daca o fi, iar eu nu stiu, curva cartierului? Brusc ma apuca cheful sa ma duc la baie si sa-mi spal pula si coaiele cu o gramada de apa si sapun -- stiu ca, daca e sa fie ceva, deja "am luat-o"... Totusi, asta simt si asta fac! Cand revin in camera, Sanda nu mai e pe fotoliu. Alaturi, pe un taburet, vad o gramajoara de haine frumos aranjate, iar Sanda este in pat, invelita cu o cuvertura de nu i se mai vad decat ochii si parul... Drace! Pana la urma, ce pot sa patesc?!? In cel mai rau caz, un sifilis! Ma dezbrac tacticos, ma strecor si eu sub cuvertura si o imbratisez. E atat de micuta... Micuta, micuta, dar il are pe vino-ncoa! Simt deja cum mi se scoala pula, asa ca ma intind pe spate, lasand-o pe ea sa preia initiativa... Ma incaleca, si-o baga in pizda, timp in care, eu, cu ochii inchisi, incerc sa dorm, gandindu-ma la tot felul de peisaje de la munte... Faza cu somnul nu prea tine, intrucat, dupa vreo cinci minute, trebuie sa revin "acasa" - fata se straduie sa-mi rupa pula cu vaginul... E clar ca vaginul este mult mai scurt decat lungimea pulii mele, insa fata se forteaza, producandu-si singura durere, plus ca face niste miscari de translatie foarte ample... Totodata, se pare ca-i place sa se auda vorbind -- imi tot spune cat de stricata, de rea, de curva de doi lei este, cum trebuie s-o pedepsesc, fara mila, s-o rup, s-o bag in spital... Nu are tatele prea mari, insa are niste sfarcuri de exceptie, mari si numai bune de supt si de necajit! O las sa se joace cu mine vreo ora, timp in care, de fiecare data cand isi da drumul tipa, gafaie, imi cere s-o rup, s-o sparg, s-o duc la abator... Gata, ce-i destul e destul. O rastorn cu cracii in sus si o iau la pompe. Cand simt ca sunt aproape, ma opresc, ma contorsionez un pic si, cu degetul mijlociu, ii "verific" gaura curului. Dupa fata pe care o face, imi dau seama ca nu, nu se fute-n cur. Ii las curul in pace si revin la pompe. Cand sunt aproape, pur si simplu o scot si i-o dau iarasi in gura... De data asta nu ma mai duc sa ma spal, ci ii torn si ei si mie, din nou, niste whiskey, apoi imi aprind o tigara. Nici macar nu-si termina de baut paharul, cand se ridica si incepe sa se imbrace. Ii cer numarul de telefon, insa refuza sa mi-l dea. Din punctul ei de vedere, s-a comportat ca o stricata, ca o curva de cea mai joasa speta. Ii este rusine de ea si de mine, asa ca nu vrea sa ne mai vedem vreodata... Trebuie sa recunosc, faza asta ma cam da pe spate, insa, pana la urma, daca asta ii este vointa, nu am decat s-o respect! O conduc pana la iesirea din apartament, unde se scuza din nou si-mi multumeste (?!?)... Incui usa, ma intorc in pat si... adorm. SFARSIT SANDA 02 AVERTISMENT: Intamplarile descrise fiind reale, s-ar putea ca locatiile si numele sa fi fost schimbate. Aceasta poveste este, mai mult sau mai putin, legata de ANETA. De aceea, ar fi bine daca ati citi-o pe aceea mai intai. Dr_Vlad, multumesc pentru timpul acordat parcurgerii textului de mai jos, inainte de a fi publicat. Afara este frig -- nimic anormal -- e iarna. Tocmai ce am intrat in casa, de la scoala, asa ca iau ceva sa mananc, apoi ma duc la mine in camera cu o sticla cu whiskey si-mi torn intr-un pahar... Cand sa duc si eu paharul la gura, aud soneria de la intrare. Ma uit la ceas. Doar cateva minute peste ora treisprezece. Oricum, nu imi amintesc sa astept pe careva... Deschid usa, ca s-o vad pe Sanda, inghetata bocna -- cum si eu, tocmai am venit de afara, imi dau seama ca exagereaza... - Buna, pot sa intru? O poftesc in casa, apoi iau un pahar si-i torn niste whiskey. - Uite, bea asta, o sa te simti mult mai bine... Dam noroc si bem... Si acum, un pic de istorie. Cu cateva zile in urma, Aneta m-a rugat s-o las s-o aduca pe Sanda pe la mine, s-o mai inveselim un pic, ca prea tine doliu dupa relatia cu Radu... Vin fetele, iar eu incerc sa fiu cat mai amabil, evitand subiectul Radu... Din neatentie, am uitat sa iau de pe un taburet un manual de liceu. Sanda-l vede si, imediat, intreaba al cui este... N-are rost sa mint, asa ca-i spunem fetei ca, de fapt, eu sunt cu doi ani mai tanar decat ele, inca elev la liceu... Fata-si face nu stiu cate cruci, jurandu-se ca nu si-ar fi dat seama niciodata, daca nu-i spuneam... - Bai!... felul cum arati, cum vorbesti, cum te porti... Totul e cu mult peste varsta de optsprezece ani... Ii povestesc si eu ca nu mi-e rusine cu varsta pe care, de fapt, o am -- nu poti, in fond, imbatrani, inainte de a fi tanar... Acuma, ca parere personala, mie nu mi se pare ca Sanda ar fi chiar asa de devastata de "divortul" de Radu -- chiar, la un moment dat, pe niste piese foarte la moda, o apuca cheful de dans, iar eu, fiind singurul mascul din zona, trebuie sa ma ridic si sa-i tin companie... Cum Aneta este de acord, lucrurile se desfasoara intr-o nota, sa-i zicem, normala... Ce nu este, totusi, normal, este ca in timpul unui blues, Sanda se lipeste de mine cu mult mai mult decat o cere bunul simt, frecandu-si burta de slitul meu. Si asta chiar in fata Anetei, care, in continuare, este asezata pe un fotoliu... Cum se termina piesa, cum o conduc pe donsoara la locul ei. Aneta nu vrea sa danseze, asa ca ma asez si eu... Pe la noua seara, fetele se cara, ca sa nu se inchida portile de la camin... In fine, sa revenim la timpul prezent. Ma uit la Sanda, adoptand o atitudine destul de interogativa. Se cam scuza, sa zic asa: - Stii, nu vroiam sa dau buzna, insa, cum am uitat sa-ti cer numarul de telefon, nu am putut sa te sun, sa te intreb daca Aneta e cu tine... Din ce stiu eu, ar trebui sa fie ori la camin, ori la biblioteca -- are de tocit... - ... Da... Eu am plecat foarte de dimineata. N-am apucat s-o intreb ce program are pentru azi... - Cum ziceam, ori e la camin, ori la biblioteca... Te pot ajuta cu ceva? Ma roaga sa-i mai umplu o data paharul, bea un pic, apoi pune paharul pe masa si se uita in ochii mei: - Stiu ca treaba asta poate sa arate a tradare, sau ceva de genul asta, insa, pana la urma, Aneta nu ti-e nici iubita si nici nu aveti, intre voi, cine stie ce angajament de fidelitate... Apuca rapid paharul si-l goleste... Nu mai astept -- i-l reumplu... Continua: - Dupa cum stii foarte bine, Radu si cu mine ne-am despartit. O sa zici ca am tupeu -- stiu de la Aneta ca esti un tip foarte bun la pat, asa ca... mai e cazul sa mai zic ceva?... Sincer, sunt dezamagit, cu toate ca ma cam asteptam la chestia asta... Pana la coada, sunt un tip de optsprezece ani, bine crescut, pe toate directiile, fara vreo obligatie, iar fata asta... mi se ofera... Singura problema, in ecuatie, este Aneta, insa, sa nu uitam, tocmai ea este cea care mi-a adus-o pe Sanda pe tava, ca sa ma exprim astfel... O dau pe gluma: - Pai... In cazul asta, Aneta ar cam trebui sa schimbe facultatea -- sa se duca la ASE, ori la comert, ori la turism -- vad ca e tare la facut reclama... Radem un pic, nu stiu cat de natural... Apoi, Sanda ma roaga sa-i pun melodia pe care am dansat data trecuta... Imi ia ceva timp s-o gasesc, apoi Sanda ma roaga sa pun o banda, o caseta, ceva, cu cat mai multe blues-uri... Se lipeste de mine, mai dihai ca data trecuta... Isi ridica ochii spre mine, practic implorandu-ma s-o sarut... Ce pot sa fac? O iau de cur, in timp ce-i bag limba-n gat, strangand-o de o tata, cautandu-i sfarcul... Se ridica pe varfuri, cautand cu disperare sa-si frece pelvisul de al meu... Fata nu pierde vremea -- isi duce mana la slitul meu, unde, normal, gaseste o pula gata sculata... - Doamne! Avea dreptate Aneta, chiar ca esti... mare!... N-am chef sa transpir, asa ca ma indepartez un pic, imi scot puloverul, apoi incep sa-mi desfac nasturii de la camasa. Se intoarce si ea cu spatele la mine si trece la dezechipare... Reveniti fata in fata, amandoi suntem goi, iar pula mea sta s-o impunga-n burta... Se arunca in genunchi, apoi ma apuca de pula cu o mana, in timp ce cu cealalta ma strange de cur, lingandu-ma pe coaie... Normal ca-mi place! Cum ma ia in gura, cum o apuc de par, cu ambele maini si imping, imping, imping... Se inneaca un pic, insa nu se sperie si nici nu se da batuta, insa are grija sa-mi tina o mana la baza pulii, ca sa controleze cat i-o bag... Dupa un timp, o ridic si o intreb: - N-ar fi mai bine daca ti-as baga-o in fofoloanca? Da din cap, zambind aprobator... O trantesc cu curul pe marginea patului, o iau de craci si ma apropii. Imi ia pula-n mana si mi-o ghideaza: - Doamne ce dor mi-era!... Mi-e clar ca nu la mine se refera, dar ma fac si eu ca ploua... In fond, tot n-am reusit sa inteleg daca s-au despartit din vina lui Radu, sau a ei, desi, dupa cum deja stiu, in chestiile astea vina e destul de impartita... E uda si gata sa ma primesaca -- nu-mi fac eu prea multe griji... Si daca o doare, e treaba ei... Doar i s-a spus la ce sa se astepte... Unde pui ca, din punctul meu de vedere, e o tradatoare... Cand ii storcesc cervixul, are o reactie de surpriza, insa nu in sensul ca vrea sa se fereasca, ci dimpotriva! Asta-i de-aia de-i place s-o lovesti!... Ii pun cracii pe umeri si-o iau la pompe -- acuma m-am prins ce-i place... - Da! Daaaa! Acolo! Daaa! Da-mi-o! Baga-mi-o! Nu te opri! Fute-ma! Trage-mi-o! Asa! Asaaaaa! Doaaaamne! Ce biiiine e!... O apuca zvarcoleala orgasmului, asa ca ma opresc, tinandu-i-o adanc infipta, in timp ce-i iau talpile picioarelor si mi le fixez pe pectorali... Acu' sa te tii, cand m-oi apleca, ce-o s-o desfac, ca pe conserva... Dialogam un timp cu pulsatiile -- pula mea pulseaza, strange si ea din pizda, tresarind, tremurand, transpirand ca naiba... Habar n-am de cate ori si-a dat drumul, insa, oricum, nu pot sa nu constat, tinand asta, insa, numai pentru mine, ca se fute cu mult mai bine decat Aneta... Ma pun cu pelvisul pe lindicul ei si... o iau la frecat -- gentil la inceput, insa din ce in ce mai repede si mai apasat! - Ohhhh! Doaaaamne! Daaaa! Ce-mi faaaaaci?!? Daaaa! Doaaaamne! Ce biiiiineeee! Fute-maaaaa!... O las pe boarfa sa savureze momentele inca vreo zece minute, apoi, brusc, i-o scot, eliberandu-i si picioarele. Sportiva fata -- se arunca in genunchi si mi-o ia in gura! O las sa mi-o suga vreun minut, apoi o apuc si o asez pe pat, in patru labe... Isi intoarce fata spre mine: - Si eu care credeam ca termini!... - Nu inca, puiule, nu inca... O apuc de buci si i le desfac, desfatandu-ma cu gaura curului ei si cu intrarea in pizda... Imi bag pula-n pizda ei "dintr-o bucata", pana la coaie... Nu se vaita, nu se sperie, ba dimpotriva, incepe sa dea din cur aratandu-mi ce "meserie" stie... Imi umezesc degetul mare si ma apuc sa ma joc un pic la intrarea in cur... Este, un pic, surprinsa, insa nu sare ca disperata... Se intoarce spre mine: - Nu, acolo nu acum!... Iar da in tremurici... Se lasa pe burta, avand grija sa nu ma lase sa-i scap pula din pizda... Ma ridic, cu atentie, adoptand pozitia luptatorilor de Sumo, apoi incep sa ma joc -- cand ii bag pula-n pizda, aproape ca-i scot degetul din cur si... invers... Tipa de placere, de durere, de habar n-am ce, dandu-si drumul fara oprire... Sunt si eu aproape, asa ca-mi scot degetul mare din fundul ei, ma sterg de prosop, apoi ii scot pula din pizda si o apuc de par, tragand-o cu fata spre mine: - Ai grija! Sa nu dea dracu sa nu inghiti tot! Da din cap, aprobator, in timp ce cu o mana ma mulge, iar cu cealalta imi maseaza pubisul... In sfarsit, explodez si eu! Are fata grija sa nu se iroseasca nici o picatura!... O tin cu pula-n gura pana incepe sa mi se inmoaie... Ma mai linge, ma mai suge, tinandu-ma destul de aproape de omusor... Ii las, incet, parul din maini, scotandu-mi pula din gura ei... Nu se opreste, ca fata buna ce este, din linsul pulii, pana ce nu ma indepartez suficient de gura ei, incat sa nu ma mai ajunga... Brusc, se arunca pe mine, lingandu-mi flocii, burta, iar flocii, apoi coaiele, apoi se strecoara intre picioarele mele si ma ia la lins in spatele coaielor, spre cur, imi baga chiar si putin limba-n cur, apoi iar ma linge pe coaie... Iar ma iau nabadaile -- sunt iar gata de drum, in timp ce coarda mi-o freaca... Se opreste brusc, scotandu-si capul dintre cracii mei: - Ai niste unt, sau margarina? Stiu la ce-i trebuie... - Da, insa e rece, de la frigider... Aia nu-i problema ta! Adu putina si adu si un cutit! Sanda ia cutitul si taie bucata de unt in doua, apoi incepe s-o modeleze, cu cutitul, pe una dintre ele, dandu-i, daca vreti, forma unui supozitor, doar ca mai mare... Se intoarce spre mine: - Ia-l te rog si baga-mi-l in fund... Fiind rece, o sa-mi mai amorteasca simturile... Daca te simti in stare, poti sa-ti dai si tu un strat, insa ai grija sa nu ti se inmoaie... Ce ramane, pune-mi la intrare... Nu stiu daca joaca mea cu degetul la curul ei a largit-o, insa "supozitorul" intra fara probleme, apoi iau cealalta bucata si i-o pun chiar la intrare, asteptand sa se topeasca... Dupa un minut, iau bucata de unt si-mi manjesc si eu pula cu ea... In fine, gata -- scap de ce a ramas din unt si ma sterg pe maini... Vazand ca am pula sculata, gata de actiune, ii spun: - Femeie, eu sunt gata! Maraie, ca o pisica in calduri: - Sa ai grija, la inceput... Iti spun eu cand sa ma lovesti... Hopa! Deci fetei ii place sa fie fututa tare si-n cur! Dragut!... Iau o perna, i-o pun sub burta, apoi ii desfac picioarele. E sportiva gagica! Isi deschide picioarele intr-un unghi de aproape o suta optzeci de grade! Trebuie sa recunosc ca sunt placut impresionat! Am de gand s-o fut rau de tot, insa vreau sa fiu atent si la ce-mi cere ea sa-i fac -- e clar ca fata se pricepe! Intotdeauna ai de invatat!... Ma apropii -- isi duce o mana la spate si cauta sa ma apuce de pula... - Lasa-ma pe mine sa mi-o bag si sa nu impingi pana nu-ti zic... Suspina: - Stii ca esti cam mare -- sunt sigura ca ti s-a mai spus... Si-o baga: - Gata! Acuma intra! Realizez ca ceva nu e in regula: - Stai! Nu misca! Lasa-ma sa ma obisnuiesc!... Sunt cuminte si tacut ca un peste... Ascult instructiunile, le respect, asteptand "noi ordine"... Simt cum imi pulseaza pula-n curul ei, facand-o si pe ea sa tresalte... - Gata, baiete, da-i bataie! Incep. La inceput, incet, apoi o iau din loc. Isi baga o mana intre picioare sa-si ia lindicul la intrebari. Din pozitia asta, nu prea am cum s-o ajut, asa ca-mi vad de pompele mele. O apuca dardaiala in numai cateva secunde: - Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Doaaaaamne! Da! Daaaa! Doaaaaamneeeee! Acum! Da! Daaaaa! Acuuuuma! Asa! Asaaaaa! Daaaaa!... Mi-o scot, lasandu-mi doar capul pulii inauntru... Se pare ca untul isi face treaba... Iar i-o bag, iar i-o scot! Amandurora ne place ce facem!... Dupa nici douazeci de minute, ce-i fac eu si cum isi misca ea curul, controlandu-si sfincterul, ma fac sa termin... N-o avertizez, insa ma simte si... iar isi da drumul!... Terminam amandoi deodata... Ma las cu toata greutatea pe ea, s-o sufoc un pic, apoi o rastorn, cu pula inca bagata-n curul ei, tinand-o pe abdomenul si pieptul meu... In timpul asta, cu picioarele apropiate, se joaca cu sfincterul curului, dandu-mi tot felul de senzatii in pula, care se chinuie sa se inmoaie...... Ii soptesc la ureche: - Gagico, esti tare! Mi-a placut la nebunie!... Suspina. In sfarsit, imi scot pula din curul ei si mergem la baie... E clar ca e moarta de placere cand o frec pe spate, apoi, dupa ce reuseste sa-si scoata sperma din cur, umplu cada pana pe la jumate cu apa, apoi desurubez telefonul si iau furtunul si incep sa indrept jetul spre lindicul ei... E surprinsa, da sa sara, apoi, prinzandu-se de smecherie, ma lasa sa ma joc... - Maaaaama! Ce chestie! Crezi ca poti sa ma satisfaci asa? In nici zece minute, e deja gata de orgasm... Pune mana pe furtun, avand grija sa nu piarda tinta: - Hai, vino! Da-mi-o-n gura! O prind de par, lasandu-mi pula sa-i umple gura... Incearca sa ma prinda de pula cu mana... - Ia mana! De data asta ne futem fara maini!... Chiar daca vomiti, suntem in cada... Hai, arata-mi ce bine stii sa sugi pula! Coarda ce esti! O ia... I-o bag in gura, cautandu-i gatul... Se inneaca, ma retrag, lasand-o sa respire un pic, apoi iar i-o bag... Intre timp, se pare ca jetul de apa si-a facut treaba, asa ca iar dardaie din toate incheieturile... se pare ca orgasmul prin care trece o incurajeaza sa ia un pic de pula in plus... E clar ca nu e in stare s-o inghita, iar eu, sincer, nu vreau, pe bune, s-o fac sa vomite... Oricum, o fut in gura pana vad ca-i tasnesc lacrimile... Ma opresc si-i scot pula din gura. Gafaie, dar tot se forteaza sa-mi zambeasca... - Vaaaaai! Ce bun esti! Hai, vino! Lasa-ma sa te termin!... - Ma termini, sigur! Dar cu pizda aia strafututa a ta!... Vreau sa ma calaresti! Iesim de la dus in viteza, de zici ca ne fugaresc pompierii... Imi pun o perna sub cur si-o las pe bagaboanta sa ma incalece... O las vreo ora sa se chinuie, terminandu-se in prostie, apoi o intorc in patru labe si-o iau la pula... O apuc de par, ii chinui un sfarc, oricum, o cam chinui, insa... se pare ca-i place... Tipa, din cand in cand, insa... extaziata!... Dupa vreo zece minute, simt ca-mi vine. O iau de par si o asez in genunchi, la marginea patului... - In genunchi! Boarfa! Ia-o-n gura!... I-o scot si mi-o iau la laba. - Deschide gura si scoate limba! Asa! Uite-te in ochii mei! Primul jet o pocneste in ochi -- stiu ca ustura, dar, sincer, nu-mi pare rau... Las restul slobozului sa i se prelinga pe limba... Ii bag iarasi pula-n gura, tinand-o de ceafa... Tine ochii inchisi, asa ca nu-mi poate vedea zambetul rautacios... Deja ma intreb daca si ce ii va povesti Anetei ca am facut... In sfarsit, isi deschide ochiul care nu a fost lovit de sloboz... O ajut sa ajunga la baie... Isi spala ochii si fata la chiuveta. Facem, apoi, un dus rapid... Ne intoarcem in camera si mai bem niste whiskey... Dupa cateva minute, Sanda se intoarce si ma intreaba direct, fara ocolisuri: - Acuma, dupa ce ne-ai avut pe amandoua, care-i mai buna? Eu, sau Aneta, cu conceptiile ei ca nu se fute-n cur si nici nu vrea sa suga pula?... Inghit aproape tot continutul paharului... Ma uit in ochii Sandei si dau drumul la discurs: - Sanda, intamplarea face ca am avut si inca am mai multe prietene cu care fac amor... Cu unele, fac cam ce am facut si cu tine, iar altele nici macar nu ma lasa sa-mi dau drumul pe corpurile lor... Am o prietena, care, o sa te miri, imi inghite pula ca nimeni alta, insa vrea sa ramana fata mare pana s-o marita... N-am cum sa ma apuc sa va compar! N-ar fi corect!... In fine, imi mai torn un pic de whiskey... E nerabdatoare: - Bine, bine, dar care dintre noi te face sa te simti mai bine? Vorbesc doar de mine si de Aneta!... - Sanda, de ce ma pui in situatia de a-ti da, obligatoriu, un raspuns?!?... N-o sa-ti placa! Poate ca ai uitat ca, atunci cand erai in cacat, Aneta a fost cea care a avut grija sa te faca sa te simti mai bine, te-a adus si la mine, incercand sa te repuna pe linia de plutire!... Drept multumire, tu vii si ma futi... Scuze, dar, din punctul meu de vedere, asta-i tradare!... Sanda apuca paharul, il bea pe tot, apoi se ridica si incepe sa se imbrace... Nici macar nu ma obosesc sa-mi pun niste chiloti pe mine... Complet imbracata, se apropie de mine: - ... O ultima intrebare -- o sa-i spui ca am fost pe aici si ca am facut amor? Ma ridic in picioare: - Iubire, un foarte vechi prieten de familie m-a invatat ca, daca vreau sa am cat mai multa pizda, nu e cazul sa ma laud prin targ cu achizitiile mele, nici macar prietenilor de pahar... Multumita de raspuns? O buseste plansul... - La revedere!... La cateva luni distanta, dupa o "sedinta" de buci, in timp ce ne tragem rasuflarea, Aneta imi povesteste ca Sanda i-a marturisit totul, cu cateva zile in urma... Ma intorc spre ea: - Iubire, lasa trecutul la locul lui!... SFARSIT Sandal Tales 01: Garage Sale Sandal tales 1: Sexy twosome at a garage sale. Garage Sale It looked like an ordinary garage sale one Friday afternoon on my way home from work. It was about dusk as I turned my car around and drove back to pull in and see what they had. No one was there at first as I walked into the open garage- but down the steps from upstairs soon came two young women that- nowadays- could have been anywhere from eighteen to twenty eight. Both had on the same style sundress with different flower prints- thin straps over the shoulders and buttons down the front from top to bottom. The thigh length of their dresses was accentuated by their both also wearing identical black high heeled sandals with three straps across the tops of their feet and ankle straps to hold them on. The black did not match the brightness of the sundresses- but somehow instantly stood out and was very erotic. Both of the girls were blondes- one slender with a nice curvy shape and long legs. The other one full figured and looked like the dress had been painted on as it accentuated her large bosom and round tummy. They tittered back and forth with each other as I looked at the garage sale merchandise- and finally with a push from the other the slender one came up to me and said, "We were about to give up, I mean, close- but you are welcome to look as much as you want. We have some more upstairs in the house, too." and she sort of gestured at the steps. "Well, might as well have a look," I said and began up the stairway. As I neared the top I hear the garage door close- which I thought was just a little odd. I came up into a living/kitchen/dining area in the center of the house. Looking around I really didn't see a setting for a continuation of the garage sale. I hear the girls coming up the steps, talking in hushed tones with each other, and they soon appeared. "I don't see much here," I said to them, "maybe in another room?" At this point the voluptuous one pushed the slender one towards me and said "Go on. We said we would." "You're right, there really is no sale up here. We just wanted to ask you something." she shyly mumbled to me. "O.K." I replied "That's fine" (I really didn't mind being in this proximity with these young ladies, and my jeans stirred a bit to remind me that this really was an erotic situation- not that I was expecting anything). She said, "We have decided that we are too old not to have seen a man's penis for real. I mean we have seen some magazines- but all our college friends say they have been with, uh, seen a real man- and we would just like to see- and you seem like a nice person- and could we?" She backed up again beside her friend and my mind was spinning. Was this for real? How well would this go? I knew me- I instantly wanted more that to whip it out for them and go home. Lets see now... "Looks like you girls really have me in a jam. It being two against one and you two could say just about anything here and get me in real trouble. So it seems that you could pretty much make me do anything that you want if you threaten to tell stories on me." "Yeah," the voluptuous one said looking more bold, "that's what we want. So we get to tell you what to do now or you are going to be in for it." "Alright, I will take my pants off for you. But do you just want to see me relaxed like when I am going pee, or do you want to see me all hard and ready like when a man has sex?" (I was trying to word this to my advantage). They looked at each other and whispered a moment. This time the slender one spoke up, "Hard." being her one word shy answer. "Well, that may be a bit of a problem," and they looked questioningly at me "for you see it doesn't just 'get hard' all by itself- especially since I am quite nervous now. So you girls may have to help if you really want to see a hard cock. Do you have any girlie magazines here? That would be a start." She looked at the other girl- it was evidently her house. She nodded and turned and went for one of the bedrooms. We all went in. This must be the parents' room. She got on her knees at the side of the bed and pulled out a box from underneath. She picked it up and headed back to the living room and set it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. I could see an assortment of magazines at a glance- some just regular Playboys and such. But as I bent over and shuffled them about I also saw some that were flat out hard core- with titles like "A Blond Takes Two" and "Wide Open Pussy" with action pictures showing fucking and sucking galore. My mind was still busy to move things to my advantage. "These will help. But I may need some more to help me relax. See, I will be getting naked for you (I have now progressed from showing my manhood to them to all out getting undressed) I would feel more comfortable if you were to take some of your clothes off, too." I saw two heads moving in the "no" direction. I knew I had to play this one just right. "I won't ask you to even show me anything- if you would just take off what is under your dresses, you know, bras and panties, you can do it in the bedroom- and put your dresses back on. I won't be able to see anything- but knowing that you have taken some of your clothes off, too, will sure help me relax. That is- if you still want to see a man's cock." They both nodded up and down as they looked at each other and both sort of mumbled agreement. "Fine," I said, "I will just take my pants off and begin to look at some magazines while you do that. I will be leaving my underwear on until my penis is ready." They both took off for the bedroom and I slipped shoes off and then jeans. Yup, my dick was already as hard as could be- but I didn't want them to know that just yet. I sat in a recliner on the opposite side of the coffee table from a couch and began looking through magazines. But then I wickedly removed all of the girlie ones from the box and put them on the floor beside me- leaving only the XXX versions still on the coffee table. They soon returned. Without me even saying anything they both sat on the couch. I could see their eyes surveying my crotch- which I was doing my best to cover with an extra porno mag. "Now, to get me totally relaxed so I can get my penis hard I can't have you just staring at me. So I want you guys to look at magazines, too. And, there is something else you can do that will help. Put your feet up on the coffee table here while you look at the magazines. That will keep us from staring at each other and getting more nervous." The slender one turned to her partner and mumbled again, "I don't know, Beth.... I mean he might see up our dresses..." Beth- the bolder of the two, said simply "So." and grabbed one of the magazines and put her feet up. She did keep her legs tight together- but even with the magazine holding the sundress against her thighs from her side- I had a view of her shapeliness from her sandaled feet all the way to her rounded bottom- and a few pubic hairs to boot. Her friend still hadn't moved. "Come on, Annie, we can't quit now. He's not going to see anything and we are still in control here, remember?" "That's right," I said, "I am in kind of a 'spot' here with you two girls and me all alone. It is two against one and I'm not sure that this is a good position for me. I mean- you could say anything to anybody about me, true or not, and I would be in quite a jam. But an erection doesn't happen to a guy instantly (hah!). I will need a bit of time and some input. Besides, I am going to be looking at the magazines, too." Annie looked resigned, shrugged, and got a magazine and put her legs up, too. I was so hard my tight cock was pulsing on its own, with these two young girls smooth legs and tender sandaled feet in such close proximity. I noticed for all her bashfulness the slender "Annie" was not holding her legs tight like voluptuous Beth. I had a more or less clear view of her pussy. In this way we looked at the magazines for a while. I wanted the pictures of sex to work on the girls (I needed no help at this point). I was soon rewarded by Beth also relaxing and I now had a view of two tender pussies. "Well," I began, breaking their intense looking through the graphic scenes before them, "I am not sure this is working yet. I am beginning to relax some, but I am still pretty nervous. If I could ask you girls to try one more thing I am sure that I will get an erection to show you. If you could just sort of rub yourselves a bit while looking at the magazines, I will rub myself, too, through my underwear, and as soon as I am hard I will take them off. That is, if it is alright with you because I need to stay out of trouble..." I added the last to keep them aware that they were still "in control." Beth, again the leader, did not even reply. She simply let her dress fall to her lap on her side of things, shifted the magazine up to her knees, and poked a hand through and simply began rubbing up and down on her twat. Annie watched, shrugged again, and did likewise. True to my word I rubbed up and down on my aching tool as I watched. Gradually, as I thought it might, the rubbing moved from the rote of fulfilling my request to Beth inserting a middle finger and now showing a gleaming wetness and Annie spreading her pussy lips with two fingers and diddling her clit with the middle one. It looked like we were ready for a move. "O.K. girls," I broke in again, "I believe that I am ready. If you want to move over here on either side of this chair I will let you see my hard cock." They flopped magazines down and as they came around on either side I could see a glistening of perspiration that meant more that just a warm afternoon. "Remember, this is not my idea, it is only because you have me in such a bad spot, because I really shouldn't be doing this." as I slid my briefs down and off, stretched back in the easy chair, and held my throbbing prick at the base to show it to its full advantage. They both looked an eyeful. "Can we touch it?" asked (you guessed it) Beth. " Now wait a minute," I said, letting my dick fall against my belly, "We didn't discuss any touching. I am not sure that would be fair at all. Not unless, "I paused as if thinking, "I got to touch you, too. Yes, that would be more fair. I get to touch you for the same amount of time- under your dress." Beth did not look at her friend Annie. Her eyes were still on my cock and she leaned forward and grasped it gently. She stoked gently up and down and pulled it over in her direction with her eyes glued on it. She held it still, then would stroke it several times, then still again. A few more minutes and I knew I would reward her small efforts with a big gusher- so when it got close I said simply "my turn..." She let go and leaned both hands on the arm of the chair and spread her legs. I reached up under her dress with my left hand and intentionally spread her and slid a finger directly up her pussy in one move. She pushed against me already and I began to work in and out and she began a slight rhythm with me. I wanted this to go as far as I could and would have continued but in a few minutes Annie mumbled "my turn now, I think..." I withdrew from Beth slowly and relaxed back in the chair. Annie reached out to my dick and once more I felt young smooth hands fondling and stroking my hardness. I was feeling so good that I pretty much resigned myself to the pleasure- and a movement to my left made me look to see Beth had pulled up her dress and was again massaging her pussy while she watched. Annie saw this too, and stood up, leaning against the arm of the chair on the right side as she had seen Beth do and spread her legs. Without a word to her invitation I proceeded to copy with my right hand what I had previously done with my left. I slid into her easily and in a few moments was rewarded with the same slight rocking response. My mind was working overtime and I decided on my next course of action. "There is something we could do to increase the intensity of what you are feeling- if you want me too." Annie nodded and I swung my left arm over and, beginning at the top, began to unbutton her dress. Not waiting for agreement or protest, I moved quickly down and soon had it completely undone. I was greeted with the view of my finger sliding in and out of her cunt as well as her small breasts. They were nicely round with light brown nipples that perked up as I began to rub and tweak them with my other hand. Beth, still watching, had seen the pleasure rocking her friend and was already slowly unbuttoning her dress. It soon was also completely undone- yet still covering her rather large round breasts. I carefully slowed and stopped with Annie and turned to Beth. She leaned against the chair and spread her legs in the now familiar position. But as she leaned forward her dress swung away on each side and as I reached for pussy and tits I saw a set of beautiful breasts and small nipples that would do any porn model proud. I worked them both as I pumped her wet cunt beneath her smooth round tummy until she was bucking against me once more. Annie, I saw, was following in Beth's footsteps and had propped one tender sandaled foot up on the coffee table and was fingering her clit for all she was worth. Time to stop. I withdrew and Beth sighed and stood up. Annie released her grasp on her nether self and stood also. Both obviously disappointed. "Well, there are some more things I could show you- but I am in enough trouble already is what I think. Please don't make me do anymore. I think it is time for me to go. I am already late..." "I don't think so, mister." said Annie (to my surprise. I was sure that Beth would still take the lead). "I think you can just show us another thing or two- or you WILL be in trouble." "O.K." I replied, and swung the recliner upright and stood up."But for the next example you will have to sit here." She sat in the chair and, without my even asking, spread her legs. The high heeled sandals gave even her skinny calves a shapeliness that was very erotic, and her slender thighs left an even gap where her pussy lay waiting. "Don't recline the chair- but lean back and slide your bottom to the edge of the seat." I instructed. She moved without comment and I all but dove my face into position and began to lick that virgin clit. I ran my tongue in and out and sucked on the lips and clit. She was now moaning in pleasure and Beth had resumed fingering herself as she watched. I took her close to what I thought was the edge of an orgasm and then stopped. "Is this something that you would like to have me do for you also?" I asked Beth. She nodded and Annie reluctantly got up and they traded places. Beth still followed my last instructions and sat right on the edge of the seat and leaned back. My eyes followed from her identically young feet held in the sandals as though prisoner to the sexual intentions of their master- to shapely calves and full thighs and round tummy with the large breasts hanging there lusciously. I dove in again and began my ministrations to her wet pussy. I was surprised in a moment that she actually put her hand down to her cunt and spread it wider while I ran my tongue around her pussy playground. Once again as I thought she was coming close I eased off. "There is only one more thing I can think of that you haven't yet felt. But I am not sure we should do this. It would not be sex- but I could slide my cock in you just to let you know how it feels. I would just hold it there, and then slide it back out again. You would still be able to say you were a virgin- but you would know what a man's cock feels like inside you." Beth, as I said on the edge of orgasm, merely nodded and pulled her legs even further apart. I moved inbetween on my knees and slid the throbbing head of my dick up and down her pussy lips a few times- and then slowly in. I did not slow or reverse the movement. It was just as I said- in steadily all the way to my balls in her young cunt. My cock was throbbing and threatening to release in spite of me not moving. But, incredibly, it was enough for Beth- as far gone as she was- and her pussy and whole body moved with her coming on my prick. I hated to do it but I needed out now and withdrew. She shuddered and collapsed back in the chair- only to be interrupted by Annie saying again "My turn, Beth." I backed up and Beth got up slowly and Annie flopped down in her place- spreading her legs again in anticipation. My dick was already quite slick from Beth and without any pre-movements I simply slid in, slowly, and drove it home. Annie was not on the edge as Beth had been, but was not far from it as I could feel her wanting to move on my cock. I held still and said "Now you feel what a cock is like inside. But you have not had sex. So you could still say you are still a virgin. So I can pull out slowly like this..." and I began to do just that. I could tell this was not what she wanted and when just the head was still in I pushed back in once again. And then out again slowly, and again then back in. "Do you know what I am doing now?" I asked. She was more interested in my dick movements but managed a back and forth "no" with her head. So I answered, "Well I would say that you are not a virgin anymore because this in and out movement with my cock is called 'fucking' and that is what I am doing to you right now, you little cunt." And I reached down and grabbed her ankles just above the straps of her sandals and pulled her legs up and drove into her with all I had. She said in a guttural voice "yes.... yes... oh my god..." and we both came together in a massive climax as I let her legs go and fell across her. Well, needless to say, that was the best garage sale I had ever attended. And to do one better than that- Beth's parents were away for the weekend and Annie was supposed to be staying over... So we made the most of the weekend and before it was all over I had shown them quite a lot- including the pleasures of sixty-nining each other (and I thought they would never stop!). Sandal Tales 02: Sexy Sis Chapter 2: Sis is sexy after all. I had never thought of my skinny little sister in a sexual way before. She had just graduated from high school and was a year younger than me- we were often mistaken for twins. Other than that we didn't have a lot to do with each other. I was mostly interested in my studies and the local technical college which gave me a chance to get off of this dried up old farm- so I had barely even slept at home for the past year. She mostly read fashion magazines and said she was going to be a model some day - totally boring to me. Until that Saturday we hadn't said boo to each other for quite a while. Our parents were leaving us alone on the farm for the weekend with a long list of farm work. We would have plenty to do- but I was sure I could manage some free time as well. I wanted to check out the new magazines that I had bought from Barney at tech school. It cost me a lot- twenty bucks for four but at least two of them he promised were real honest to goodness XXX rated- not just girlie mags - from the city, which was over three hours drive away. We had no such place to buy real porn in our little hayseed crossroads of a town. When I got home from tech school that Friday I had parked the car under the old tractor shed and made a beeline for the shop and stashed the hot items under some old moving blankets in the back corner. Dad had a bunch of them and used the farm truck to help people move heavy stuff and pick up some extra cash now and then. I thought I would come back later that weekend and hopefully have time to check them out- but at least to hide them for now. Come to think of it now - I don't know why I just didn't take them to my bedroom... It was Saturday morning and I was already trying not to get frustrated with sis. I had a plan to start early and have more free time. We had beans to pick before it got hot in the garden- then we could snap them that night in front of the TV. But she was still not out and I sure wasn't going to do it myself! She finally came out of the door- and what a sight. I told myself to just hush. If I said anything she would get stubborn and ruin the whole weekend. Sis was wearing a pink shirt that mom had told her to throw away a long time ago. It had been washed until it was thin and only had the bottom two buttons left on it. It looked like sis had made use of a single safety pin halfway between the two missing upper buttons to close up the top half of it. But the blouse was still moms and way too big for her. She wore it hanging out and it was long enough to hide whatever shorts she was wearing. And then I also noticed that she was wearing some high heeled sandals- the wedge type- not exactly great footwear for gardening! Oh-well.. We each grabbed baskets and headed for the beans. It was already getting warm. I would be on one side of the row and Chele on the other. From there I could see that besides the pink shirt and sandals that she was in total defiance (as in mom would kill her if she saw her). She was also wearing the jean cut off shorts that she had tried to make herself but cut too short to be decent. Mom had told her to thrown those away, too. We were on the second row when some bug got on her blouse and she stood up and yelled and swatted. I saw something go flying by and thought she must have gotten her target. She squatted back down and we kept picking. Then we were on the third and last row of beans- and that was where things began to change. As we were picking all of a sudden I looked across and notice that the safety pin was gone from her shirt and it was hanging wide open while she picked. I could literally see both of her breasts at the same time- and she seemed not to notice. She must have come undone when she swatted at the bug. As she continued to pick I could see the jiggling of her small globes- about the size of oranges and tipped with dark brown nipples. My dick was pushing against my shorts and I must have been picking slower because now it was her turn to look at me (I looked back at the beans quickly) and say "I thought you said you didn't want to do this all day..." Numbly I nodded and moved a little faster- but took every opportunity to stare at my younger sister's beautiful chest. Then it happened. She caught my look- looked down at her wide open shirt- and I thought I was in for it. Instead she just kept reaching for beans an ignored the fact that to my eyes she might as well have taken her shirt off completely. Then we were done. Not even waiting to carry the baskets I heard from her back as she walked away, "Break time- and I'm going to get something to drink." She headed for the house. It took me several trips to bring the full baskets to the porch and go inside. Chele was half finished with an iced tea and I poured myself one. A glance told me that she still had not remedied the missing pin on the blouse- but with her standing up there was no view. I thought I could still see their shape under the thin fabric. "I'm going to see if I can find my skates for the party next week." she announced- and was gone in a flash. I stood there finishing my tea and thinking about the morning's events when all of a sudden it occurred to me that she might be rummaging about in the shop looking for those skates- and my magazines were not all that secure! I took off at a dead run- the screen door banging behind me. The door to the shop was open and I could see movement inside. As I bounded up the steps I stopped in a panic. She was holding the magazines in her hands and turned and said "Look what I just found." Before I could stammer an explanation (and blow everything) Chele said "Hey, lets look at them. They must be dad's. Lets see what's inside and lets not tell anybody. What do you think..." I dumbly nodded and she plopped herself down on the pile of moving pads- set the magazines down beside her and picked up the top one. In amazement I sat beside her and looked as she paged through. This one was a Penthouse- and she began to flip pages until she got to a layout. The model was barely dressed with a nightie and posing on a bed. You could see her bare pussy and her breasts were visible through the material. But sis noted an incongruity and asked, "If she is getting ready for bed- why does she have her sandals on?" I noted that the sandals on the model were much like those my sister had on- a wedge type- but lacking the ankle straps. She turned the page and again- as the model pulled off the nightie in the pictures and posed spreading herself- the sandals were still on. I answered with what it meant to me, "Because it makes her look sexy." "Oh." she replied- and then in a move that made my cock stand at full attention she stretched out her legs and looked down them to her own sandaled feet and actually wiggled her toes and then said "Oh" again as if in a more knowing way. She got tired of pages with no pictures and tossed that magazine and grabbed another. It had some kind of title like "Fun in the Sun" and had pictures on all of the pages. Basically it was shots from a nude Summer camp setting- girls playing volleyball with nothing on but tennis shoes- stuff like that. But there was a "centerfold" if you will. A young girl in the woods by a pond looking all demure with long hair over one shoulder and- you guessed it- high heeled sandals looking totally out of place for the setting. My sister took note of the sandals- putting her finger on them in the picture and saying "Hmmm..." Then to my surprise she lifted the magazine off her lap and again stretched her legs and looked down to her feet and wiggled her toes. My cock was absolutely throbbing at this point! She dropped that magazine and reached for another. Well, I thought, this may be where the stuff hits the fan. This looked to be one of the XXX ones by the cover. As she opened it up she gasped. This was the first set of pictures with a guy in them of the ones that we had seen. He had a good sized dick and the girl in the photo appeared to be stroking it. As my sis turned the page she gasped again as the pictures showed the cock now being accepted into the mouth of the blond model. She turned again and again to similar pictures as the model had intercourse and finished with him releasing his come- while holding his own dick- all over her belly. "Do you do that?" Chele surprised me with a question. "Does your penis get that big and do you squirt like that?" I figured silence was better and simply nodded. She continued paging and there was another couple in another layout. Starting similarly with pictures of the male model holding her breasts (I remembered just then and looked at my sister and sure enough- I could see one of her breasts in past her blouse as she turned the pages) and the female model holding his dick- it progressed to intercourse. But- as luck would have it- as the sex in the photos began it was clear to see that the woman in the magazine was wearing a pair of black high heels. To my total amazement my sister mumbled "I see...." and AGAIN looked down her legs to her own sandaled feet. "They really aren't having sex, are they? I mean, in the magazine, they are just, like, pretending and acting and stuff, right? Like modeling?" I nodded a response again and she continued "I wonder what that would be like. What do you think?" "Well," I said, following her line of reasoning and hoping that it would be to my advantage, "I guess it is like acting. They have a script and a photographer and a director and they are posing out a scene." She thought about it for a minute and jumped up and began looking through some old boxes of stuff. One part of me wondered what in the world she was doing- while the other part was enjoying her long legged look and the lower part of her perky ass peeking out from those too-short homemade shorts as she moved about. "Got it!" she exclaimed and turned around holding an old camera. "You know that old thing doesn't work anymore." I said (boy I just can't keep my feet out of my mouth, can I). But she said, "We don't have film anyway, stupid. Don't you know how to pretend?" and she put the camera up to her eye, pointed at me, and I heard a click. And she said, "So I start. I give the directions and take the pictures and you are the model. We are going to create our own magazine." I must have looked blank but she just continued,"So try to look sexy and take off your shirt and pants down to your underwear." I didn't know where this was heading- but I was sure going to go along and find out. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and flopped it to the floor. I heard a click and reached for the button on my shorts. I unbuttoned and unzipped and heard another click. For the excitement I spread the front apart slowly- exposing the pounding bulge in my briefs. I though I heard a sound from her- but then there was another click- so I simply dropped the shorts and stepped out of them. Then- without waiting for further instruction- I slid my thumbs slowly into the waistband and wiggled them down my hips- keeping my dick still covered. Click. Then I slowly worked my thumbs around to the front and exposed the head of my cock. Click. Now or never, I thought, and in one smooth move pulled the front of the briefs down and my cock stood out straight from my body. This time I know I heard her gasp. Then click. I slid them down and off and said "My turn." This is where I was sure that this was only going to go one way. But she handed me the camera. I held it to my eye and she just stood there. I just knew this would soon end- but then she said, "I can't do anything until you give me directions." Get with it, man, before you blow the whole thing! So I said, "Slowly unbutton your blouse the rest of the way." She did and I went click. "Now unbutton your shorts." And she said, "But I haven't taken my shirt off yet." to which I replied, "Yes, but I am the director." So she said ok and unbuttoned the denim shorts. "Now put your foot up on the box next to you and unzip your shorts." She put her sandaled foot on the box and it accented the shapeliness of her ankle and leg. Then she slowly (as I had) unzipped. I was taken by surprise that there was no underwear there- and I could just see a few pubic hairs and almost forgot to click the camera. Click. "Now run your hands up and down the sides of your blouse and pull it back a little each time until I can see your breasts." My heart was pounding as she followed my instructions. I busily clicked the camera and soon she was exposed. "Now," I said, "remove your shorts." I clicked several times while she slowly did so and then straightened back up- and put her foot back on the box. Just under the thin dark hairs of her cunt I could see a pink pussy. Click. Then she put her foot back down and took a step towards me. "That was kindof exciting," she said. I don't know if she meant it the same way I was thinking- but she did look at my throbbing cock. So I looked at her total nakedness- her perky breasts and smooth tummy fully exposed with the shirt wide open, her gently furred pussy with a wonderful gap between her slender thighs, to her shapely calves and thin ankles, and ending with her delicate feet so wonderfully held and curved in those delicious sandals. And as if she did this sort of thing every day she added, "Do I get the camera next. What should we do for our next take?" Thinking quickly I remembered that we still had one magazine that we hadn't looked at. It was supposed to be one of the triple X ones. So I said (doubting that she would go this far) "We need another camera person. Right here-" as I carefully positioned an old bar stool and set the camera on it. "Now we will use a new script that we have and play out the next scene." I reached for the last magazine and set it on the shop table. I opened it and said, "There is our next shot." and pointed to the first picture. In it a man was standing behind a woman- both nude- and his arms were around her and his hands were on her breasts. The other three pictures on those pages also showed him apparently massaging them. Without a word Chele stepped in front of the camera in a pose. I stepped behind her and reached around and began to feel her small boobs. Gradually working them and tweaking each tight little nipple in turn- I also pressed up against her with my cock vertical against her curvy little bottom. "Click" I said and let go to move over to the magazine and turn the page. She came to look, too, and see that now the pictures showed the girl squatted down in front of the guy and she was apparently stroking his penis. As I have been having absolutely all of the luck today- I was not in the least surprised to see that in these next pictures it showed the woman to be wearing white high-heeled sandals. I moved back in front of the camera and sis squatted down and gently reached out and held my pulsing dick. Then she began to rub it up and down. Too much of this and we were going to have a final scene real fast! Click! I backed away and went for the next set of pictures. The man was back at it- this time with closeups of him licking and sucking on the woman's breasts. We moved back over in front of the "photographer" and I began to do the same. My sister must have been getting aroused because at this point she held my head with her hands and pulled me tighter as I sucked. Then she said "click" and moved over and turned the page. Now the photos were showing the couple in reverse position- he licking her pussy and she sucking his cock. I figured any time now sis would back out. But- not even bothering with camera position- she walked over to the pile of moving pads and lay down and spread her legs. I moved in-between them and began licking her little clit- spreading it with my fingers. Not exactly like the picture- but sis only moaned gently in response. I knew if she put her mouth on me at this point that I would instantly release it all. She did not take my cock in her mouth like in the picture- but sucking on her moist pussy I did not care! Soon she was bucking against my tongue and I decided it was time for the next picture. I got up and turned what turned out to be two pages as it wanted to open naturally to the center of the magazine. It was a full sized spread of the man lying on his back and the woman squatting over him with her spread open pussy inches above his dick. This time I walked over and lay down on my back. My sister walked over me and put her sandals on either side of my hips. Then she proceeded to squat down to just above where I held my pecker erect. She spread her pussy with her hand like the woman in the photo. But then she continued downward! Her pink pussy lips came in contact with the head of my cock and moved on either side of it. Then she continued and I watched as inch after inch of me disappeared into her until her weight sat on me and it was all inside her. She began rocking back and forth- harder and harder. Her small breasts jiggled as she rocked. Then she lifted herself up until the head of my dick was all that was inside her- and then she plunged down again, and then again, and as I watched my slippery cock ran in and out of her tight little pussy over and over. Then a final plunge and she began to come as she rocked back and forth. I could feel her pussy tighten as she orgasmed and my penis took it as the signal to pump load after load deep inside her. After we got our clothes back on (her blouse still hanging mostly open) she said, "That was fun, wasn't it. Maybe we will have to try that again sometime." Go figure. Sandal Tales 03: Sex Therapy Sandal tales #3: My new old sex therapist. My therapist Marcia called me for an appointment. Not the usual thing- I usually called her. I had not needed an appointment for almost a year. Originally I had gone to her in the aftermath of a bad accident I was involved in and she helped put me back together. Along the way she also learned that I had an addiction: masturbation. She said it was linked to the pornography I liked so much- movies, magazines, stories. I knew better. I just really like to get off. The materials were just "props" and helped intensify the outcome. I told her how I could watch porn videos at home for hours- slowly stroking myself into oblivion- getting so aroused that when I finally came it would be what I called a "whole body" orgasm of incredible intensity. It also came out during our original sessions that I had quite a fetish for high heeled sandals. To me they were equal in arousal factor to most guys seeing breasts. In the Summer time I would drive through town at lunch time just looking at all the girls and the latest high heeled sandal fashions. I would get a hard on the same way any other guy would if they had all been topless. I didn't understand it either- it just was. She had also had me make a scrapbook of my feelings during our sessions. There were lots of pictures of tornados and car wrecks- which she said meant anger that the accident had happened. But at the end of my pictorial essay I included a picture of a guy watching TV and lots of magazine pictures surrounding it of women in- you guessed it- high heeled sandals having all sorts of sex. Not too sure what she thought about that. She didn't say a whole lot- but she did look at that section for quite a while. In my fantasies I imagined her going home that evening- putting some sandals on- and masturbating to the memory of that session. Probably not, I thought. She is not a pervert like me. But things can change... I arrived at her office for the appointment at 4:15- our usual time from the past. She usually had some later appointments available for those who actually work for a living. Sitting on the couch I enjoyed seeing what I had missed about our sessions. Marcia was a nice looking female. She was dressed in her typical dark business attire of a sleek pants suit and a dark print blouse which really set off her dark hair- and her cute forty-something face beaming quiet relaxation. She was very slender and had very little in the chest department. The few times I had seen her without her jacket one could make out the outline of small braless breasts and pointed nipples through her knit top or silky blouse- which were her standard choices. We talked old times and caught up on things in a semi-professional way (she wasn't taking notes) and was glad to hear I was doing fine. Then she asked if I still had my "addiction." I informed her that it was still alive and well. To which she replied that was the reason for asking me in for a visit. It seemed that she had been taking a class on such "problems" and for her thesis she was required to do a case study. She read the directions out loud to me: "You need to select an individual with an intense case of their particular addiction- but make sure it is a self-oriented type of behavior. This is because your assignment is to be interactive if at all possible. You need to observe the behavior first hand. By the term "interactive" it is not implied that you interact with the client. However, in this close observation of the particular person and their actions it is recommended that you, too, participate as much as possible in their routine so that you gain a full understanding of their thought process." She ended by outlining that she would like for me to be her case study and would like to set up an extended evening appointment in the near future. She explained that her associates did not approve of her tackling this subject and the appointment would need to be at eight in the evening- after they were gone- and be "open ended" to allow for the whole perspective to evolve. Hey- I got hard sitting there thinking of masturbating in front of her and having her see the length of my cock as I stroked it until I came (told you I was a pervert). But one always has to try and play things to one's advantage. I quietly outlined that I was not sure I could maintain my private routine if I were being observed with scientific accuracy and note taking-that would make me too nervous to perform. She surprised me then by saying, "Oh, no. That is not how this works at all. I will be sitting on the other end of this same couch here in my office and mentally, if not physically, going through your same routine in order to fully understand it. I will be following your same moves to a certain extent that I can feel comfortable and learn the most I can about your 'addiction.'" We agreed, then, to the following Friday evening. They had a TV and VCR in their office for training materials and I would supply a couple of adult movie tapes. I also insisted that she wear exactly the same thing that she presently had on- the black pants suit and dark colored silky blouse was very attractive. And did I forget to mention? She also was wearing black high heeled sandals- first time she ever had for any of my sessions. With about a three inch heel and very strappy and with ankle straps- they were of the shape that curved her foot and accented her delicate toes- which were not painted but were plain and pretty. I am sure she knew I would make this request and that her wearing them was a move to entice me to agree to this project. But I also had a few ideas of my own... When I arrived the next week it was getting dark outside- and the only light on in their office (which was in a large renovated house) was a window that I recognized as where her room was. The outer door was locked so I knocked and she quickly appeared and opened up- relocking the door behind me. Marcia led me straight back to her office room and shut that door behind us. She was indeed in the same outfit from the last week- and in the incandescent lamps on the end tables on either side of the couch she looked rather seductive. The TV and VCR were on a cart by her desk. She looked just a bit nervous (not typical for her) and chit-chatted about the day with me as I volunteered to move the video cart to the middle of the room and plug it in. My XXX tapes I set on the far end table where I wanted to sit- they were in a paper bag. Instead of centering the TV to the couch- I put it more over towards the side where she would be sitting. My strategy for this is that I would be turned somewhat to view the movies and could move my eyes to look at her at the same time without being obvious. All set. I retrieved the adult videos. The ones I picked were not full length movies- but were each two hour compilations of various scenes. What she would not know is that- even though I now made a show of peeling the wrappers off of each as if they were unopened- I had previously taken them out and "custom made" them to fit my evening's plans. As we settled onto each side of the couch, with about two feet in-between us, I explained, "I use the videos as an enhancer and teaser- and sometimes to play a gambling game about how I am going to continue or not continue as I stimulate myself. I will try to explain as I go- and I guess you can follow as you feel comfortable. However, I'm thinking that if it seems too much that I am a spectacle this may not work. So I guess we'll see how it goes." She replied that that would be fine. I picked my pre-determined tape and popped it in. At first I had let the "commercial" at the beginning of the video remain- the one that said selecting an adult movie for satisfaction was a safe and wise choice and to enjoy. Then it moved into the first scene. I had picked one where a girl was showering and self stimulating and ended up continuing in her bedroom and just fingering herself to an orgasm. I thought starting "slow" would be good. The next scene was a young couple doing it for the "first" time and slowly removing each other's clothes and having rather normal sex. The third one was an actress "making love to the camera." In it she was looking straight at the camera and explaining how she would like to fuck a big cock as she massaged her breasts and played with her pussy. It was when she reached for a dildo that the camera backed up and her black, strappy, high heeled sandals came into view (amazingly like the ones my therapist had on at the moment...). I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I said I would explain how I do things and here we are. I always tease myself by not allowing anything to happen until I see some sandals on the screen. You know how much they turn me on. Then I can begin. Each time I see sexy sandals it is a signal to do something. With the first ones I can begin to touch myself. So at this point I can remove my pants (I stood up and kicked off my shoes and pulled off my pants) and touch myself through my briefs." To take any pressure off her I just continued to watch the video and began stroking my already hard cock through the material of my shorts. Would it happen? Yes! Marcia stood up and removed her pants and hung them over her desk chair. Then she sat back down with only a tiny glance at me- her legs tight together. But then she did put her left hand at her crotch (I didn't remember she was left handed- but this gave me a better view) as she continued watching the girl on the TV pleasure herself. I could not help but to continually glance at her- both to watch her progress and to run my eyes up and down her nice slender legs ending so-sexily in those delicious high heels. Through the next several scenes I watched with total pleasure as Marcia began to press her hand against her panties and relax her legs a bit. Then she began to move her hand up and down. Soon she was tracing the center of her clit with one finger. I began to notice that her white panties began to show a bit of dampness in that same line. Her legs gradually moved apart. In perfect timing another scene began with no hiding of the wearing of sexy shoes. They were on a pair of women both wearing sandals- one pair white and the other clear. As they began their moves on the screen I stood up again. "Sandals are always my trigger for deciding my next moves. So at this time I will remove my underwear." Which I did. My normal sized but throbbing seven inch cock stood out straight and I could feel her eyes on it. As I settled back to the couch Marcia, too (Oh my God, she's doing it), stood up and pulled off her panties and quickly sat back down. Self conscious again- her legs were tight together. I began to stroke my cock slowly- making sure to look at the video. I saw her in my peripheral vision watching me begin stimulating myself. I encircled my dick with my right hand and moved it up and down. She lowered her hand back down to her pussy and began rubbing again. She gradually began once again to get into the sex scenes on the TV and forget about me. Soon her legs began to spread and her movements became more deliberate. Then she actually shifted to spread further- and I saw her pussy. Lord have mercy- I had never seen such a sight. The lips of her dark pinkness were like a small butterfly- at least an inch long. I almost stared right at her as I watched her finger move vertically up and down- not yet penetrating her cunt- but almost hidden between those luscious lips. Then the finger began to move into her pussy- a little at a time. Then she again shifted a bit and spread those amazing lips apart with two fingers and began stimulating her clit with the middle one. I was about to pop. Then her middle finger began to dip into her wetness- which showed on her glistening fingers. Back to the video- which had moved on to a scene that I hoped would be extra stimulating for her (it was for me) in which a blind-folded wife was led into the bedroom and her husband began to stimulate her through her open blouse which showed no bra and up her short skirt which revealed no panties. She is showing all the signs of total arousal as he slides his dick into her mouth. Then quietly out of the closet a friend of his appears- totally nude and with a huge long pecker sticking straight out. He moves between her legs and in one stroke enters her to the hilt. She moans in a distressed manner from around her husband's cock- but in moments you can tell it has become sounds of pleasure. I hear Marcia moan softly and turn my eyes to see she now has two fingers sliding in and out of that luscious place where I hoped to soon be invited. The next scene was a short one- but the couple is fucking in a campground on a picnic table. And- not quite fitting in the scene- which makes it all the more erotic- the woman is wearing gorgeous pink sandals with interlacing straps. She has to take them off to remove her jeans- but then puts them back on as if making the statement, "I don't want to just look naked- I want to be seen as a fuck toy." The man quickly obliges by sliding his schlong deep into her as she sits on the picnic table. Another set of sandals on the screen means another move on my part and I say that now we (and I say "we" this time) must unbutton our shirts. I do mine without looking at her- afraid to break the spell- and begin to stroke my own chest- which does little for me. But the purpose is the example and Marcia sheds her business coat and unbuttons the silky blouse and reaches in with her right hand to play with her small breasts while continuing to manually work on her pussy with the other. I now make the statement "Now is gambling time. I gamble with myself to heighten my arousal. If by the end of this video there are no more scenes involving sandals then in the next video we will simply bring ourselves to orgasm at the first one that does. If there is another one with sandals then in the second video if the first scene also has sandals we have to do whatever they are doing in the movie. If not- we just masturbate to orgasm." Of course I know the video outcome of this gamble- but not the real one. I hold my breath as the very next- and last- scene appears on the tape. A young girl is riding up and down on top of a well endowed stud with her legs folded under her. I notice that Marcia's shirt has now opened to reveal her small but perfect breasts ended by dark perky nipples. I might as well not have been in the room because she was in full arousal and did not seem to care that she was all but naked before me. As the scene progressed in the movie the girl moves off of the hunk to roll to the side and offer her ass to his slick cock- which he takes her up on. But the move uncovers her sandals to the audience and I hear Marcia gasp. With whatever is left of her willpower she realizes that half of my "bet" has been satisfied. I am wondering how obliged she will really feel as I stand up to change to the second tape. As I do she stops her self-stimulation, but her eyes are staring at my hardness and her hand she leaves on one breast and two fingers of her other are still resting in her pussy. She makes no move of modesty as I turn to sit down and her spread open position on the couch makes me throb even more. I can feel a drip of wetness on the tip of my dick- and with the intensity that she is staring at it I know she can see it. As I sit down I pull up the length of my shaft and pre-cum leaks out- which I spread over the head of my stiffness. The video now begins and I had it rigged to go straight into a scene. A girl is shown licking and orally enjoying a young man sitting on a couch. She is rather slender with long dark hair and small breasts (and similarities come to mind?). They continue to administer pleasure to each other for some time- and I am worried that it may be too long for Marcia until my perfect ending. She is bucking her pussy on her fingers and pinching a tart nipple and the rest of the world has gone away for her. Spread even wider- she is now resting her right leg up on the couch turning towards me. I, too, could come at any second and am barely moving my hand on my cock. The movie now moves to my planned ending. The slender young woman stands up and turns around while he slides back to position his cock straight in the air. She straddles him and lowers herself slowly onto his cock. The camera pans back as she is riding up and down his wet slick shaft and wallah! She is wearing black high heeled sandals so tantalizingly close to the ones that Marcia is wearing that they could be twin sisters. Does she remember my "bet" that we are now obliged to perform what is on the video playing before us? Marcia gasps again and slows to a stop. My heart is pounding- this could be the beginning or the end. Without looking at me- her eyes still on the movie- she removes her hands from breast and pussy. Then she stands up and grabs either side of her blouse. Oh-well, I think, she is going to button up and this is over. Well, at least I am going to finish masturbating- which I begin. She stands for a minute like that- looks at me jerking off- then at the movie with her "twin" riding a huge prick. Then in one move she drops her shirt to the floor. She steps towards me and straddles my legs, her little round ass towards me, and begins lowering herself towards my rigid pole. I watch as those dangling pussy lips are spread by her fingers and she slides her wetness completely down over me and is soon sitting on my lap impaled on my pulsating cock. She begins to whimper in a rhythm with her movements as she rocks back and forth. I feel her cunt tighten in just a few minutes and she begins to slide up and down on me. She moves further and higher each time until only the head is left between those large cunt lips at each stroke. I notice she is watching the video of the same thing still happening on the screen as the movie is playing and then I notice her looking somewhere else, too. Across the room is a wall mirror and for the first time I realize from her vantage point that she must also watching my cock going deep into her pussy in the mirror -- a duplicate porn movie! The thoughts of her getting a full vision of fucking me in that mirror sent me over the edge. With a groan my cock releases my full load up into her. At the same instant her head lowers and I hear a low "mmmmm....." issue from her as her pussy pulses around my hard throbbing member. Marcia sits there for a few moments with my cock deep inside her. I feel our juices running down my balls. Then- while still on me- she says, "Now I understand why you like that so much. Would you care for another session tomorrow night? I'm sure that there is more that I can learn from the experience..." Sandal Tales 04: Sexy neighbor There are advantages and disadvantages to being an electrician. The advantage is all the places I get to work and all of the people that I get to meet. The disadvantage is that friends and neighbors are always trying to get me to do some extra work- usually for free. At this moment it was our elderly neighbor's daughter Samantha- who just "happened" to see me at the mail box in my truck. She told me that her dad was still in the hospital but would be coming home on Sunday (it was Friday) and she was trying to spruce up the place before he returned. She had noticed that the lights were rather dim in his living/dining/kitchen area in his small house and since he was having trouble seeing lately she had bought some fluorescent lights and was wondering if I could come over tomorrow and put them up. I always enjoy talking to Samantha. A fortyish married woman who lives in Florida but makes trips to visit her dad in the mountains of North Carolina often. Bubbly and charming- she is barely five feet tall and what I like to call "pleasingly plump." She is curvy in all the right places- especially up front. And her constant Florida tan is quite enticing. On this chilly evening she had socks on with her flip flops- something us mountain folk like to make fun of. But the short of it is that I said I could come over Saturday after lunch (nobody was going to mess with my sleeping late after a long week of work) and see what I could do. Next day it was quite warm by afternoon. I hopped in the truck an drove down our driveway and then up theirs. We share a drive for part of the distance and then there is a fork in the road and I am up and over a hill to the left and they are in a cove to the right. Samantha was at the top of the steps as I got out. She was wearing a silky flowery bright Florida type blouse that was out over the top of a thigh length skirt and almost hid it- and the flip flops, this time minus the socks. She said, "I know that I called the electrician and not the plumber- but I seem to have a problem with the drain in the kitchen. Do you have anything that might help?" I answered with a cheery "I'll see what I've got" and grabbed both my tool pouch and box and headed up. Checking it out I was hoping that the clog was in the trap under the sink. I opened the cabinet and grabbed some wrenches from my toolbox. Then I crawled under and began to work. In a minute I hear Sam's voice say, "What do you think?" and realized that she was squatting down in front of me to see what was up. From the semi-darkness under the sink I looked out to see that her thigh length outfit was now giving me a straight up look all the way to her panties. Her tan bare legs were quite a sight and I kept glancing at the wonderful view as I worked. Sam's small feet were arched in the flip flops as she squatted and her shapely legs seemed even more curvaceous up close. She stood back up and began talking again- almost half to herself- as she got back to work cleaning about the place. It seemed that she and her hubby were not getting along lately and one of the things was that their sex lives were not much. She wanted to know from a "man's" perspective what she might do to be more attractive in a sexy way. When she squatted down again it looked like she was expecting a reply. "Well," I said, "It is kindof more of an individual thing. Not all guys go for the same thing." I glanced to see her panty view again and said, "Now me, for instance, I like things that are more plain. Not the fancy outfits and made up things and stuff. Just plain and a bit of mystery. Like that shirt you are wearing, for instance. To me it would be quite a sexy statement if you were wearing just that shirt with nothing at all underneath. And the movements and hints and possibilities would be the attraction- if you know what I mean. That and maybe an accessory or two." "Accessory?" she asked. "Like......" "Well," I began again, "Perhaps some high heels, or an ankle bracelet or something, to accent your beautiful legs." and I could not help but to take in the view again- even with her looking directly at me. I could swear that I could see the outline of her sex beneath. "Beautiful?" she replied, "They are short and I am round. I'm afraid I don't feel quite so beautiful." She looked down at her own legs- affording me another view as I worked. I took in her perfect little toes peeking out from the flip-flops with the nails painted a sultry red to match her fingers. "Like I said- it is more of an individual thing." and just then the pipe came loose and I was doused in smelly muck. "Looks like I found the clog" I said slowly. "Oh, dear" she said- jumping up and getting some paper towels. I was way past the towel stage- so I put her drain back together and then said I would run home and clean up and change real quick and be right back. When I came back I grabbed my short 2ft ladder and went on in. I set it up under one of the old lights and turned to see Samantha coming down the hallway. It was pretty easy to notice that she had changed her shoes. Now she had on some leather colored high heel sandals. Whew! The thing that did to her legs was great! I did not want to stare- but the sandals really set off her tan and accented her calves and feet and slender ankles. But I was here to get busy so I climbed up my ladder and began to work. Taking the old fixture loose took only a few minutes and I passed it down to Sam and she set it on the table. Then she got one of the new ones and handed it up to me. Now wait a minute. I don't think it was my imagination that her large bosom was now swinging about under that blouse as she moved. I kept working but that stuck in my mind as pretty sexy. My mind was reeling. Sam must have taken her bra off when I left to get cleaned up- or was it my imagination. I moved the ladder to the next of the three lights and soon had the second one off. I handed it to Samantha and as she turned to put it on the table I noticed that the top two buttons on her blouse were undone and I could see quite a large portion of cleavage from my perch. As she handed me the new light fixture I couldn't help it and took in an eyeful of her swaying tan cleavage rocking beneath the silky blouse. Moving to the third light with the ladder- as I stepped up I was very aware that my cock was creating quite a bulge in my jeans. As I worked on the light I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Sam was unbuttoning a button on her blouse. Unaware that I was watching as I worked she then undid another button- leaving only two more. Removing the last old light I handed it to her and was throbbing in hardness as I could now see most of her chest exposed. She put the old light on the table- but the last new one was on the floor. It wasn't until she bent over with her back to me that I realized she was totally naked under that long shirt. Her skirt was gone- and the panties that I had seen were too. I was now watching a bare pussy from behind as she picked up the light and turned to hand it to me with a smile. "Last one," she said, and as I began to put it up I again could see her moving in my peripheral vision and she completely undid the front of her shirt. As I continued to work she stepped over to me on the short ladder and reached out and began to rub my dick through my jeans with one hand- and immediately unbuttoned and began unzipping them with the other. "Um," I said, rather unintelligently as I held the light in place- but she gave me no chance. Sam pulled the front of my briefs down and my hardness sprang free. Being at exactly the right level she leaned forward and in one smooth motion swallowed my cock half way. As she began bobbing on my shaft she held my briefs down out of the way with one hand and as I watched she pulled the shirt away from her breasts with the other. It was an incredible view as I could see my prick sliding ever deeper in her mouth- watch her massaging her large totally tanned breasts- and see all the way down her legs to her small sandaled feet. I was not going to last very long this way! The hand she had holding the band of my briefs began pulling them and my jeans down until they were at my knees- all the while the sucking continued. Then she reached up and cupped my balls gently. I could feel myself nearing the edge and knew she was tasting some pre-cum and could probably feel me getting tense- but she never slowed a bit. She had almost three-fourths of me sliding in- and as I watched I began to flow cum into her directly down her throat. She took it all with several swallows- and then remained on my dick until my cock stopped pumping. She slid slowly off and said "Looks like your suggestions worked on you, anyway. I'll have to try it on my husband when I get home. But that is next week and this girl is horney. I'll let you watch- but no touching." and without waiting for a reply she flopped down on the couch sideways and leaned against an overstuffed pillow on the arm of the sofa. She dangled one leg down- letting that foot touch the floor- and the other sandaled foot was raised to hang over the arm of the couch. As I stepped awkwardly off the mini ladder leaving the light fixture hanging by the wires from the ceiling Sam spread her knees which made her smooth pussy gape open and licking two fingers she closed her eyes and began to massage her pussy. It had been qu ite a while since I had been with a woman- but it still took a couple of minutes for my already satisfied prick to react to this new enticement. As she closed her eyes and began masturbating herself into oblivion I found myself stroking an ever larger tool between my own legs. "Oh," Samantha exclaimed as she opened her eyes and glanced at me seeing my now full erection. "Uh, no, you can't have me. You just have to watch, please. Uhhhhh..." she ended- sliding a third finger in and I could see she was losing control. My intention now was simple. I stepped forward and went to my knees and then pulled her around towards me. Now beside her fingers- which continued to manipulate her sexy opening- I began to lick at her clit. "Uhhh... nooo..." was her reply. But she then removed her fingers and used both hands to spread her legs wider to give me better access. I dove my tongue deep inside, tasting her wetness. "Uhhh... yessss.... deeper...." she now moaned. I returned my tongue to her clit and inserted two of my own fingers as she moved uncontrollably against me- working my fingers deep inside. "Ooohhh..... mmmooorrrrre....deeeeper....." she again replied. I had only one "deeper" option at this point- and my own desires were also at a peak. So I withdrew fingers and tongue and placed the head of my prick against the lips of her wetness. She looked at me and said "Ummmm.... I......." and I did not give her a chance to finish as my long cock slid all the way in. "Ooohhh.....YESSSSS....." was her new reply as I began sliding deeply in and out. I was sliding in to point of pushing my balls against her each time. She pulled her legs even wider and rolled her head back in pleasure against the couch cushions. I could feel her pussy tighten on me and I knew what was coming (...) for both of us. With a last long shove I squirted my load and she began jerking under me in the frenzy of an orgasm. When we were both done I remained in place, looking her over and enjoying the sight of her nicely rounded self still impaled on my cock- cum leaking from around her pussy- her large breasts and slick cunt fully tanned with no lines to be seen. "Do you have any more fixtures that I can put in for you?" I asked with a smile. She looked down at the sight of my cock still inside her and replied "I believe that I have a thing or two in the bedroom that you could help me with." with a twinkle in her eye. It is a good thing that she had met an electrician that new how to fully use all of his tools! Sandal Tales 05: The Sex Shop I woke up sexually aroused. That in itself is not a bad thing. But my husband was out of town. Not being one to "take care of myself" this meant I was horney all by myself and no way to satisfy my desire. Now this has happened before when my husband has been at work- and it is easy enough to wait until evening. I'll plan out a rendezvous for when he gets home- wearing a favorite sheer nightie- or even meeting him at the door wearing nothing at all. He always enjoys my voluptuous body- and I get hot watching him look me over. My overly-large breasts have tiny dark nipples. My tummy is round and soft to his touch. He says I have shapely legs- and I am very flexible from dance lessons- and when I pull my knees up to my breasts when lying down my pussy is accessible to his every desire. We have quite a sex life in our bedroom. Being fully satisfied I had just never taken it any further than that before. But this morning was different. I was still aroused in the shower. I took a long time soaping and rinsing- lathering my breasts and watching my nipples get hard even under the warm stream of water. I shaved legs, underarms- and yes- my delicate pubic area. I enjoy the sensation of its smoothness when I take my hubby's hard prick. I like to feel his hairiness as his balls push against me as we lose control together. But there was no penis to satisfy me today. I was so very hot that I just had to play with my clit and slide fingers in and out of my aching vagina. But I knew from experience that I could not climax in this way. I had never been able to before- and today was no different. I was out of the shower and about half dried off when I noticed the clock. Oh shit! I didn't realize I had spent that much time. I was supposed to be taking a class this morning at the local tech school. It was a craft class- but one that I really wanted to take. So much for any breakfast as I hurriedly put on panties and pull-up long skirt. I expected my bra to be under my blouse on the cabinet- but it was not there. No time! I pulled on the blouse anyway and buttoned up the front. It was just a bit snug. I was going to wear a vest and that would cover- I hoped. I looked in the mirror and in the dampness from the bath I could clearly see pinkness and my dark nipples through the top. I pulled on the vest and made a mental note to make sure and keep it on today! Some plain sandals and I was flying out the door. I could still make it on time. In the car I once again became aware that I was still feeling horney. Maybe the business of the class would put my mind off of things. It was just a few hours on working with dying some wool for homemade knitting. At each traffic signal I would squeeze my legs together keeping my state of arousal rather high. I just couldn't help myself. The class had fewer than I expected- about half a dozen elderly ladies and me. The instructor was a guy- a bit earthy in t-shirt and jeans and straggly hair. I wondered how big his dick was. Stop that! I was soon working my wool into a pot of hot dye. He was watching us one by one as we worked with his advice- but he seemed to be hanging around me quite a bit. Too late I realized that my vest was not doing the job. It was not buttoned- and hanging open it might as well have been off. With the heat and steam from the dying process my white blouse was now clinging to my breasts and left little to the imagination. Oh-well. Let him get a thrill- it would be too obvious to button up now. When time for a break came I was ready- and sought out a small bathroom that I knew was a "single" so I could have some privacy. I stood at the mirror and checked out what he had been seeing. Not as bad as I thought- but very obvious that I was not wearing a bra and the blouse seemed even more snug over them. I untucked and unbuttoned the blouse and lifted my boobs- one in each hand. Watching in the mirror I tweaked each nipple and watched them harden. Break was about over. I buttoned up- but- hey- at this point what the heck and I took off the vest and left the shirt untucked. Then I decided to be wicked and undid a button lower than when I came in. Definite cleavage! Then I decided to be really wicked and reached up and under my skirt and removed my panties. Touching with a finger confirmed that I was still quite slippery. Time to get back. In class we had some finishing and drying and cleanup. I was disappointed that his wife had shown up to help- so except for some glances my show was over. But- just the fact of my lower nudity under my long skirt kept me buzzing with orgasmic thoughts and sensations. The class was too long now and I needed some relief! When it was finally over I headed for home. We lived in a secluded cove on the edge of town and as my husband often said- he could piss off the deck if he wanted too and nobody would see. Wait a minute- what was that. I was looking in the mirror now and I could swear that big old white house that used to be a junk shop was repainted and had "Grand Opening" posted in front- over a sign that said "Adult Novelties, Movies, Magazines, and Lingerie." My heart was pounding as I pulled into the next lot. Did I dare? As hot as I was this was a draw too strong to ignore. I pulled out and drove back and parked in front. There was only one other car. The owner maybe? I was almost shaking as I got out and with a deep breath went up the steps and in. There was a little foyer and an over-and-under door at the other end with instructions to buzz the button and show an I.D. I got out my license and notice my hand was trembling. I pushed the buzzer and the top half of the door opened. I was surprised that it was a young woman- and she scoped out my license and let me in. For some reason I felt like she was getting quite an eyeful of "me" as she let me go by and shut the door behind me. She gave me the once over as she said, "Let me know if I can help you with anything." I had been in it when it was a junk store so I knew the layout. A large central room inside with doorways to left, straight ahead, and to the right. A cash register to one side and oh my gosh the things I began to see. Lubricants and lotions and scents. Over each doorway was a sign. Left was "Movies and Magazines." Center was "Lingerie." Right was "Toys and Accessories." I decided to go left first. When I went in I gasped involuntarily. It was all out in the open to see. I was used to the cover-up covers on the Playboys and such at the book store. But these covers on the magazines and movies showed it all. I had never seen so much sex in my life. As I walked and looked I got- if it were possible- even more aroused and traced around my nipples through my blouse without thinking. They were standing out tight. "We have a special on this table in the center." and I jumped. I did not realized she had come in behind me and must have noticed my self stimulation. "It is a new set- you can save five dollars if you get the movie and the magazine together." I looked at that table and saw a blond porn star on the front of the magazine in an unbuttoned shirt and nothing else but some "clear" high heeled sandals as she was pictured about to impale herself on the largest cock I had ever seen. The girl looked me over again and left the room and I reached out and picked up the magazine. They were plastic wrapped so I couldn't see inside. I grabbed a magazine and video and rolled the magazine up around the video in my hand in a bit of modesty (like it mattered in here) and headed for the next room. I felt her eyes follow me as I went into the center room which promised to be lingerie. Inside it wasn't much different than a small "Victoria's Secret." But as I moved around I noted one exception. The back wall had a section of what I took to be sexy footwear. Boots and spike heels and- oh my gosh- there were sandals just like the ones on the girl in the magazine. Clear, strappy, and with an ankle strap to hold them on tight. In a rush like a fever I told myself if they had my size I had to get a pair. Size six. Medium. And there they were on the center shelf. I snatched them up and headed for room three. She smiled at me as I passed through the center room- but her eyes traveled to my chest. This new room made me gasp also. Dildos and leather bondage and vibrators were everywhere. I had no idea there could be so much variety. As I looked I saw some large penises and wondered what that would be like. My pussy was positively aching. Then one jumped out at me- a pink one that said "Designed by a female gynecologist especially for women." I snagged that one and headed to check out. As I set my goods on the counter the girl spoke again, "You are welcome to try on the shoes. We do have a fitting room upstairs- but just for shoes you could try them out here before you buy them- because all sales are final." As aroused as I was it was a bit unnerving to know that she was obviously interested in me from an apparent sexual viewpoint. But in a way it was also exciting to think that she would watch- so I slipped off my flat sandals and proceeded to put on the "sex shoes." I decided to put on a bit of a show and made sure to bend over towards her as I put them on. Then I lifted my skirt up to mid thigh while I walked back and forth and looked them over. My toenails were painted light pink and they stood out against the clear sexy sandals. When done she complimented my choice and asked if I wanted to wear them and if she should bag up my other sandals. I nodded and she proceeded to ring me up and I was out the door before I knew it. The fuck sandals made me feel like a whore- and at the moment that was fantastic. I wanted to just walk around and be stared at. I paused at the car and tossed other stuff in and noticed a couple of young men talking and coming down the sidewalk. Quickly I unbuttoned yet another button of my blouse and headed in there direction. My breasts jostled in time with my high-heeled steps and they quit talking as I got closer. Their eyes were all over me and I pretended not to notice as we passed. I stopped at a bench under a tree and propped up my foot to "adjust" one of the shoes. Glancing back I saw they were glancing back at me too- and I put on a show of making my footwear more comfortable. When I glanced up again they were on their way- so I headed back and got in my car. Wow! I was getting wild. I'd better get home before I get myself in trouble! In short order I was pulling up the driveway and parked, grabbed my goodies, and went inside. Tearing off the plastic I flipped a few glossy pages and saw the blond bombshell and a hunk- the one with the big dick- working on each other in a poolside scenario. I set it down and unpackaged the "sex toy." My very first dildo. At the urging of the magazine I had another wicked idea and slipped off my skirt and unbuttoned my shirt. With the clear high heeled sandals on and only an open blouse I was now dressed like the porn star in the magazine. My pussy tingled at the similarity. I wanted more than that. Our deck was very private, after all. I went outside with magazine and toy in hand and selected the new chaise lounger to sit in for my next adventure. It had a nifty fold over tray for drinks and snacks on one arm- and I flipped it over and set the magazine on it. I set the rubber sex toy on the seat in front of me and leaned back a bit and spread my legs- putting each fuck-sandaled foot on the deck on either side of the lounger. I began to tickle my clit as I paged through the porn mag. I don't believe I have ever been this turned on. Soon my fingers were diving in and out of my wet vagina. Wait a minute- wasn't that what that "toy" was for? I picked it up and put the tip of it at the lips of my smooth cunt. Then as I turned another page in the magazine I slowly began to slide it in. Then I froze. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone watching me. Ohmygod- it was the meter reader from the power company. He was looking around the corner and watching me. How long? Ohmygod. What should I do? My overwhelming arousal answered that- as my hand almost involuntarily shoved the dildo all the way in. Was that moan coming from me? Too late now- I began to work it in and out of my pussy- thinking all the while of what he was seeing. My blouse completely open and my large breasts moving in rhythm to my self stimulation. My legs spread wide and those whore shoes on the deck. I heard a faint zipper sound and realized he was taking out his penis as he watched. I could see movement and knew he was now masturbating to my show. I don't know what made me but I turned another page in the magazine and moaned in surprise as I saw a second man enter the sex scene and now the porno star was riding one cock and another was in her mouth. A step. Another step. Oh shit, he was coming this way. I was too far gone and kept humping myself as he slowly came up right beside me. I turned my head and was looking straight at his erection. As I looked he leaned forward and the head touched my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid right in. Then out, then in... I realized that unlike those times when I sucked on my husband that I was not doing the moving. Basically this man was fucking my mouth like a cunt! I was coming to what I had never had before- an orgasm at my own hand. As I moved faster so did my sex companion. Then I felt him slow and before I realized it he filled my mouth with warm cum. His cock pulsed and more gushed in and down my chin- dripping on my breasts. My swallowing was instinctive at that point as I was rocked with the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Moaning around his still gushing stiffness I reached up and pinched a nipple with my other hand and the explosion was complete. Resting back my head he withdrew his and simply zipped up and went on his way without a word. I slowly eased the dildo out of my cunt and had to wait a minute before moving. I went back inside and thought to myself- tomorrow was another day. I just might have to visit that shop again... Sandal Tales 05A: Back again! Sandal Tales 5-cont: I slept late the next morning- having stayed up late. After my adventures and my own private porno scene on the deck I had supper and watched a normal movie- until I remembered the adult video I had also purchased. I watched the story as the blonde was making it with both of two friends until they find out and "get her" at the pool. One of them seduced her in the open then the other shows up and- over some small protests- they both take her at once. I thought the pictures in the magazine were hot when she was riding on one cock and sucking the other- but in the video watching them both actually fucking her I exploded in another self induced orgasm thinking about what it would be like to have two men at once. Like I said- it was well into daylight when I got up. I hadn't taken a shower and realized as I looked in the mirror that I still had cum stains on my breasts from my encounter with "the stranger." I found myself getting aroused all over again just thinking about it and knew I was about to plan for another adventurous day. After bathing I walked naked around the house a bit with the new clear high heeled sandals on- feeling very luscious and hot. Then- as I thought things out- I took them back off and went to the closet to pick out some clothes. I had an idea from the day before about what I was looking for. You see- I had been thinking about what had made me so totally wound up yesterday- and I decided a big part of it was the excitement of strangers "looking me over" as a sex object. My clit tingled just thinking about it. I wanted more. But I also thought that making moves- gradually becoming more whorelike as the day had progressed- had been an excitement all on its own. So I didn't want to start out dressed to fuck (so to speak) but work my way into it. I selected a denim skirt and a plain light blue blouse. Putting on matching light blue panties and bra and my regular flat sandals I now looked like an ordinary person ready to go shopping. Shopping for what? I guess I would let my passions rule as the day went on and just see. First stop was for gas at a corner station. I was aware of some looks from the guy next to me- even in the more modest clothing- and was thrilled to think that this was just the beginning. So when I got in the car I pulled over to the side and pulled off my panties. Right- nobody could see that change at this point- but my pussy was aware and I tickled my vagina lips a minute before traveling onward. My next stop was an open air fruit market. Mostly women there- but I undid a button on the blouse to show some cleavage anyway. In a minute an older gentleman pulled in and I made sure as he browsed the produce that I stayed in his view. I "dropped" an apple and bent over right in front of him to retrieve it. I knew that my mid-thigh skirt was long enough that he couldn't really see anything except a long expanse of leg- but knowing that I had nothing underneath was a turn on. I managed to pop loose another button on the blouse and knew that he could now see cleavage down between my breasts and the top of my low cut bra. I stayed opposite him hovering in an oblivious fashion over the fruits and vegetables and let him get an eyeful. Gray hair and moustache made him look distinguished- and I wondered if his elderly dick was getting hard and if his pubic hair was gray also. I had another naughty idea and set down my basket and walked around the outside. I had seen that they had a portable john for customers and I went in and locked the door. I undid my blouse and took it off- and removed my bra. As I stood there only in a denim skirt and sandals I massaged my big bosoms and tweaked my nipples until they were hard. Putting a leg up on the potty seat- I felt how wet my pussy had become. I put the blouse back on- left just as much button undone- and stuffed the bra in my purse. Coming back out I was very aware of my swaying breasts rubbing my nipples against the fabric of my shirt. I looked around- wanting to show off to the elderly man again- but it looked like he had left. I didn't bother to get my basket- I just got in my car to continue my adventure. I didn't go far when I spotted a big shopping center on the left and noticed that it had a shoe store. Yes. Some more sexy footwear was in order. As I went in I noticed that it was a big place with every different fit and fashion available. I headed for women's shoes and soon spotted an aisle that was totally filled with Summer sandals. As I reached for a white pair on display that were exceptionally high heeled and very "strappy" a young man asked if he could be of assistance. "Yes," I replied, "I would like to try a pair of these in a size six." I noticed as I spoke that his youthful eyes kept diving towards my half unbuttoned blouse. He disappeared to find a pair and I sat down on one of the chairs. When he came back he slid one of those fitting stools with the foot ramp up in front of me and sat down and began opening the box with the new size sixes. I slipped off both of my flat sandals- intending that he put both of the sexy shoes on my feet. For the first one as I watched him buckle my foot into the "fuck me" shoes that I had selected I could tell that he was experienced at his job- but perhaps just a bit nervous because of the situation. I set that foot down and lifted the other into place. He put that foot into the second sandal and buckled the ankle strap as he had the other one. I was positively flowing pussy juices in anticipation- and as he finished I leaned my leg out and tilted my foot as if to examine the profile of the shoe. But what I was doing was giving him an unrestricted view of one very hot shaved cunt. I then put that foot down and the other one back up and did the same thing with that leg and foot. "I believe these will do just fine," I said- as I leaned forward to reach down and pick up my other sandals- giving him what I figured was a look at about half of my breasts in the process. "I'll just go ahead and wear them- if you don't mind. If you could box these up for me..." as I handed him the old ones. He sort of stammered a "Yes, ma'am." and I looked at his crotch to see a nice big lump in the front. I could swear that my pussy was leaking down my legs just a bit. On to my next stop. I was getting a bit hungry and already knew where I wanted to eat. The place had a bar- but on a weekday would probably not be real crowded. My plan for "showing off" would depend somewhat if I could get the table that I wanted- and who was at another certain table. You see- on another occasion I had noticed when eating there with my husband that there was a table for two near a mirror- and from there that I could see under the corner booth table. At the time I was thinking "poor thing doesn't realize..." as I could practically see up a lady's dress who was sitting there. And now I wanted that booth for that very purpose! I asked for that spot when I got there. The female hostess didn't give me a second look and led me straight to the booth. As I slid in I looked at the table for two and was disappointed to see it was empty. Oh, well- maybe in a bit. Meanwhile after ordering my food I wiggled a little bit and pulled my skirt up to what would be a "mini-skirt" position. I crossed my legs and dangled one strappy-clad foot- feeling very slutty and sexy. Shortly after my lunch arrived a couple came in and sat at the target table. The man sat in the chair with the mirror view- and the woman across from him. My heart began to thud as I thought about really going through with it- really showing my pussy to a stranger in a restaurant. I finished my food first- continuing to dangle my leg and wiggling to make my skirt ride up even further. As their food came I set my fork down and uncrossed my legs. I could tell that he kept glancing in the mirror and I had his attention. Although I knew he could not see above the table in the mirror- I couldn't help myself- I unbuttoned another button on my blouse. It was now actually opened far enough that someone to one side of me would see one of my breasts. No one was looking and I slid in a hand and pinched on one of my nipples. I spread my legs just a bit- not enough that he could see everything yet- but he kept looking. Making a movement as if I were shifting to get more comfortable- I went for it and spread them wide open. Looking across at him I knew he was taking in my naked pussy. I dropped a hand to my lap and proceeded to spread my cunt lips with two fingers and rubbed on my clit with the middle one. I was sure that I could have an orgasm right there- but not yet. My check came and it was time to move on. I'll bet he and his gal would have some great sex tonight! Now- back towards home and the stop I had been waiting for. The adult shop came up quickly and I pulled in. I was quite nervous- as at this last stop I realized that I might not remain in total control of the situation as I had so far today. This time there were several cars in the lot. I decided not to hesitate and had my driver's license ready. In I went and the same girl from last time gave me a knowing smile as she took in my outfit. High heeled white strappy sandals on my small feet- the kind that curved with the arch and made one walk sexy- denim skirt, and blue blouse unbuttoned halfway down. I was the picture of a hot slut. And at the moment I was! She asked if she could help me and I said I would like to check out some lingerie. "This way." she said and lead me to the center room. She wasted no time and selected a sheer camisole and turned to ask me what I thought. "I thought of this very garment when you were in yesterday," she said. "I would be glad to show you to a fitting room." I nodded and she started up the steps. I followed and saw what during my nervous entrance I had not noticed. The woman leading me to the upstairs was wearing a micro mini skirt and I could see her thong panties clearly as I followed her. And she also had the same pair of clear high heeled sandals on like I had purchased the day before. I am not usually attracted to a woman- but I found this situation and the view before me to be quite a turn on. We came to the upstairs and I saw that it had several fitting rooms with curtains- but also a row of doors and signs that indicated movies. There seemed to be an office at one end. She pulled back the dressing room curtain on the one next to this office and handed me the practically see through top that she had chosen. "If you would like to try this on there is a mirror inside for you to see. Would you like for me to bring up some more to try on?" I kindof nodded and took the garment in with me. She slid the curtain closed behind me. My heart still pounding I unbuttoned and removed my blouse. In the mirror I could see my large breasts swaying and nipples firm. I pulled the camisole over my head and was pleased at the see through look. This was hot! I wondered if I would be bold enough to let her see me when she came back. I heard her voice clear from the other side of the curtain- the moment of truth. I slid it open- just as a man came walking by! He looked at me in an obvious sexual way and paused before continuing on into the office and closing the door. "Don't mind him," she said- also looking me over with a lustful eye, "That is my husband. We own this place. Here are a couple more for you to try." I accepted the new lingerie samples and stepped back and reclosed the curtain. Whew! My pulse was racing. Did I need to get myself out of this now? I told myself to calm down and looked over what she had handed me. A white knitted set that looked like a two piece bikini and another sheer garment that looked like a nightgown with spaghetti straps tied in bows at the shoulder but was completely see through. I decided to try the knit bikini first. This required that I remove everything except my sandals. I watched myself in the mirror as I pulled the camisole off and unzipped the side of my denim skirt and let it fall. I couldn't help myself as I felt my breasts and hard nipples and watched in the mirror. I lifted my sexy clad foot up to the low built-in seat and stroked my pussy. I could see the wetness on my fingers. Putting on the knit two piece I decided that I would have to have it for my own. I wondered at her ability to select my exact size so well. The top did little in the way of support for my breasts- it was more like icing for the cake. The knit was wide and plenty could be seen through it. Each nipple seemed to find an appropriate hole to poke through. The bottom was the knit version of a thong. The crotch was only a few strands of yarn and sunk into my swollen pussy. I massaged myself around it and the feel of the weave against my clit was wonderful. Remembering that she was probably waiting outside I slipped the bikini set off and pulled the sheer nightie over my head. It left nothing to the imagination. It may have covered my body- but all was visible. From outside the curtain I heard her say that she had another item for me to try on. In spite of the fact that I would be showing everything to this stranger I slid back the curtain. She said, "Ooohh, nice. I also thought you might like to try a set of these." and she made like handing me two of something and I held out my hands to receive them. Instead I watched as she smoothly clasped what looked like white furry handcuffs around my wrists. "I just love the sensation of a bit of bondage, don't you?" she asked. I stood there not sure what to do. What had I gotten myself into? At that moment the office door opened again and her husband walked by- getting another eyeful of me. "O.K." she said, "Silly me. I forgot the key. If you will follow me I have some here in the office." I found myself being led by the "cuffs" into that room and towards what looked like a building support post in the center of the room. As she led me straight towards it she lifted my hands up and in an instant clipped my manacles into a spot up over my head. Through my passion for the sexy situation I was slow to realize that I was now being "held." She disappeared behind me and said she had something else she would like for me to try on for size. I felt a tug at each bow on my shoulder straps and my sheer gown fell to the floor. I was wondering if the door was still open- I hadn't heard it close. She reached up between my legs and inserted a finger in my pussy. I was very hot and this was just what my cunt wanted. Was it what I wanted? I had never been touched sexually by a woman before. I spread my legs and let her work my hot hole- leaning over as far as the bondage would allow. She withdrew before I was ready for her to and said "Here we go- lets try this on for size." I began to turn my head with the intention of seeing what was coming- but as I looked around my gaze caught a "window" on one wall- but the view through the window was the dressing room I had just been in! So her husband had been watching my entire show! Just then a cool lotion feeling was at my pussy lips- and in and deeper and deeper.... and I realized that she was inserting a dildo in my cunt. In and out it began as I heard her describe that it was the same model that I had purchased yesterday in order to get me more comfortable. Comfortable for what? My cunt did not care and I wanted to lean forward even more- but couldn't. "Oh, silly me again." she said and left the sex toy inserted and moved around to lower my manacles to a new position on the post. Then pulling my hips backward she moved me into a more bent over position. I braced my hands against the post as she began working the dildo in and out once again. I had just begun to move in rhythm with her strokes when she removed it. "Lets try something new." she half whispered- and I felt the cool lotion sensation at my back door. Like before it traveled in with ease and I knew that some sort of thinner device was being slid deep in my ass. I had never had something in my nether region before. Then a low humming and a vibration sensation traveled from there to my cunt from the inside and I moaned before I knew it. A few minutes of this and I was about to explode in a tingling orgasm. At that moment I thought I heard a slight door closing sound. The latest implement was withdrawn and she informed me that she had one more to try on for "size." I heard a bit of rustling behind me and a new warmer but much larger item began to push at my wet pussy. This one was much larger- stretching my cunt like it had never been stretched before. It was creating a burning sensation as it filled me so tight- it would have been on the verge of pain- except that I wanted it so badly that I pushed back and wanted it to continue. And it did- until I felt hips against my bottom and realized that this latest device was actually a man's cock. This was too much and I moaned out loud, "Oh, yes! Oh, fuck me!" as the mystery man began to do just that with long slow movements. I could feel the lips of my pussy almost turning inside out with each stroke- and I wanted it all! Just then I heard the door again and the girl said, "Hello, Ron, you are just in time." "Hi, Sandy." this new stranger replied- and they moved around to where I could see them and stood beside a weight bench by the desk and began to undress. I would finally get to see "Sandy" in all her glory- and this new fellow looked quite the stud. As he slipped shorts and boxers off together in one move Sandy- now unclothed squatted down- still in those same clear whore sandals- and began to suck on "Ron" who appeared to have a very long but thin dick. Her breasts were smaller than mine- but very pretty. And in her squatting position I could see a pink shaved cunt like mine- gaping open as if asking for something to penetrate it. I continued to receive the massive cock that I had yet to actually see from behind- and this new view of real oral sex by another couple a few feet away was a double turn on. I n a few more moments- after she had been filling her own pussy with several wet fingers- she stood up and "Ron" lay down on the weight bench. Sandy straddled his extremely long looking tool and her pussy soon engulfed its entire length. This new fuck scene was about to send me over the edge. At that moment my unseen partner pulled out- leaving my own pussy empty. As if a signal- Sandy got off of Ron and he got up and came over. Between Ron and Sandy's husband they loosed my manacles and led me over to the weight bench. Her husband was the one to lie down- and I finally saw his great big muscled frame. But what really caught my attention was the most massive cock I could ever imagine. Fully as long as Ron's long pecker- it was as thick as a sausage. Ron and Sandy now straddled me over it- and now that I saw what I had been being fucked by I was not too sure it would go in- even though it already had! Nevertheless from both sides they pulled me down onto that massive meat and I was sitting full on it in a moment. It was deeper in me now than when he was giving it to me from behind and I began to rock back and forth as they clipped my cuffs to the bar of the weight bench- causing me to lean forward and grab it for support. My cunt was in control now. No, more than that. I was a cunt. My whole being just wanted to be fucked and fucked and my pussy was in charge. I began rocking harder and Ron came into my view. It was a moment before I had the realization of what was about to happen dawn on me. Ron released my cuffs and straddled the front of the weight bench and reached out and gently took my head in his hands. His upright prick went straight for my mouth- and in my heat I opened up and obliged him. Sandal Tales 05A: Back again! I couldn't believe it. I was being fucked by two strangers at once- just like in the movie and the magazine. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as it drove down my throat. But the one in my pussy had the most of my attention as I rode on it ready to explode. I didn't care about anything else. I humped the giant cock and Ron fucked my mouth. In a minute he stiffened and I could feel cum going down my throat. And with that I came so hard that I literally collapsed on top of Sandy's husband- and as I quivered and bucked I felt him release his load into me too as my orgasm continued endlessly. Afterward they were most kind in helping me get cleaned up and dressed. Sandy invited me to come back any time. My pussy leaked all the way home. You bet I'll be going back! Sandal Tales 06: Doctor is in I was going to meet my best friend today to do some shopping and catching up. We went way back- both cheerleaders in Jr. High and High School. We weren't "loose-" but we did enjoy having fun. We are both blonde and built- but whereas I am only just over five feet tall and somewhat "voluptuous" Sherry is a head taller. I always envied her long legs- and used to tell her she should be a model. Well, now she was. Not a "supermodel" but I heard it was enough to have steady work in ads and fashion shows. As for me- I am- as they say- a personal private executive secretary for a very rich lawyer. He is old enough to be my dad and has never laid his hands on me or come on to me in any way. But I have a sense about his "appreciation" of my shape and how I dress- maybe it is the fact that he has half a building full of "real" employees doing real work- and the most I do is make a cup of coffee now and then and look busy while clients are waiting. And he pays me very, very well. So I work hard for him- using a pretty good amount of my budget on the latest fashions, making sure that I keep well tanned, and letting both him and clients enjoy looking at my choices in attire- which are usually a variety of high heels, short dresses, and low cleavage blouses. One of the games Sherry and I used to play in our cheerleader days was a bit of, I guess you could say, exhibitionism. We would go out to eat and giggle and laugh like the silly blondes we were- while we would wiggle and drop things and let nearby patrons see down our tops or up our dresses. We would get adventuresome sometimes and go without panties or bra- and though it never went anywhere except our silly idea of being a tease- I'll admit to being quite aroused and often going back to the dorm for a private masturbation session after showing off in public in this way. Now I got it from my job! Still quite single, I manicured my whole body as sexily as I wanted to. I mentioned tan- and it was all over. The exclusive club I was a member of kept me manicured and I tanned in the buff. From head to toe I allowed myself the luxury of being "made beautiful" on a regular schedule. And, something I picked up somewhere along the way, I kept well shaved. From the neck down. Not just underarms and legs- but arms, pussy, you name it- it was smooth and bare. So there I would often be- on the job at this huge curly maple desk in the private reception room to the bosses inner sanctuary- young and smooth and tan and voluptuous- on display like a doll in a showcase. This is how I was dressed to meet Sherry. I knew she would be, too, in her profession. I chose a simple one piece yellow Summer sundress that buttoned completely from top to bottom down the front. Spaghetti straps, I wore nothing underneath, and had matching yellow high heeled sandals- the obvious "look at me" kind with the strappiness continuing in halfway up my smooth tanned calves and showing off my oh-so-manicured toes. I was a bit disappointed when I first saw her at our meeting place- an exclusive sidewalk cafe. She was wearing a medium dark business suit. But as she came closer I noticed it's short cut and the black high heeled strappy sandals on her feet- and the fact that the suit jacket's open cleavage showed not a bit of a shirt or bra underneath. We had both come ready to play- just like the old days! We had a lot of catching up to do. And thirty minutes later my mouth was hanging open as I learned that her modeling career had gone quite high and she was on her way to the big time. When we were done getting caught up with each other we gradually moved into our "oblivious blondes having fun" time and began to look for "victims"- which at this exclusive cafe were everywhere. Sherry asked me if I had ever made good on my wish to date a black man- and I had to admit I hadn't. I had been attracted to handsome black males all the way back to the captain of the basketball team in school- but never got up enough nerve to try a date. Not exactly true- I had never been asked, either. But I did fantasize often about the supposed "size of their equipment" and still wondered if it was true. I asked why she brought it up- and she nodded sideways to indicate a table to my left that had two very well dressed and handsome black men. I winked and dropped my napkin to that side- and bent over and fumbled a bit before retrieving it- attempting to attract their attention. Sherry told me I had- and so the games began. We bobbled our legs and made quite a show. I managed to unbutton several buttons from both the top and bottom of my dress and dropped a few more things. Each time I was more bold- giving them more of a show. My pussy was wet with excitement. Finally I swung around in my chair to get my bag- which was by one of the cafe table legs- and let my legs splay out awkwardly as I reached for it. I knew that if they were looking that I just gave them a view of my tanned hot cunt. My heart was throbbing. But as I fumbled with my purse as though looking for something they got up and left- and it seemed that our fun was at an end. We chatted a bit more over a cappucino and some wicked chocolate dessert. Then Sherry looked at her watch and said she had to go- that she had an appointment at two. Bang! it hit me! I had an appointment at the Dr.'s office at one thirty! And it was twenty after one! With hasty goodbyes I wondered how I was going to make it. I had to make this one- I had cancelled twice already and was almost out of my birth control pills. He told me no renewal of the prescription until I had my exam. Nuts! The office was about three blocks away so I decided to make it on foot instead of trying for a cab. Walking as fast as one can in sexy heeled sandals I made it just five minutes late. After checking in I sat down and wondered how long I would have to wait now that I had hustled to get here. As I caught up with my breath I realized that I was in a rather peculiar spot to be in a Dr.'s office. Slutty sandals and matching skimpy sundress with nothing underneath- and partly unbuttoned at that! I noticed the only other man in the room- looked like a grandpa- was looking me over from a corner seat. I must be a sight- panting and looking like a cosmopolitan cover model. But, hey, I was still horney from the my cafe antics with Sherry- what would it hurt the old geezer to get an eyeful. I crossed my legs and swung my foot gently. My pussy was damp as ever. I reached for a magazine and recrossed my legs "man" style to set it on to turn the pages. I knew this was most unladylike- but I also knew that gramps was now looking straight up my dress. I became more aroused. Just then they called my name. I was ushered back to one of the exam rooms and the female nurse took my pulse and blood pressure- all the while looking quite prudish at my apparent state of dress. "The doctor will see you in a few minutes" she informed me, tonelessly. Sitting alone waiting something dawned on me. What had I been doing? Here I was about to get a gyno exam- and me hot as a whore on Saturday night? Just then a knock and the door opened- and in walked a most handsome black individual. Tall, with good proportion evident under his professional attire. And it was also quite evident that it was one of the gentlemen that I had just been performing for at the sidewalk cafe. "Where's Dr. Philbin?" I stuttered. He smiled and told me that he was called to the hospital for an emergency- that his name was Dr. Collins and would be filling in. With a smile he handed me a gown and said I would need to remove everything and put it on. Looking my outfit up and down he said "or you could just unbutton your dress and we could work from there if that would make you more comfortable...I'll be back in a few minutes." As he left I could feel my heart pounding. He seemed to be taking this all very professionally- but I was in a tizzy! Trying to think- I decided that keeping the dress on would be a good thing- and just unbuttoned a couple more from the top and a couple more from the bottom and sat on the exam table. That should give him the room he needed. Another knock and in he came- with the door closing behind him- which he locked. I did not remember this from previous exams- but just probably hadn't noticed. But I was aware that the customary female nurse was not there. But Dr. Collins immediately started with instruments checking pulse, breathing, eyes, ears, nose. The regular stuff. When finished with that- he indicated that I would need to lie back. He slid out the shelf for my legs and then when I was comfortable he pulled the front of my dress open at the top and began the manual breast exam. He certainly was being thorough- and I could feel it all the way to my vagina. Then he reached in a cabinet and pulled out a contraption that I had not seen before. Putting it over my left breast he began pumping a ball on a tube and I felt suction on my left nipple. "I'm just checking for any unusual secretions" he informed me. The suction increased and my nipple was tingling. To my utter amazement I realized a few drops had come out. "Very good," he commented and moved to the other breast. The same result. "Normal," he said, "everything looks just fine. Now if I can put your feet in these stirrups to continue your exam." Heart pounding increased as I realized I still had my Roman Sex Goddess high heeled sandals on! I had not thought about removing them. He lifted them into each place. The heels he maneuvered a second and they seemed to slip and lock into the stirrups. I realized that I was now unable to free them myself and was stuck. He then came around and raised the upper part of the table. It was almost uncomfortable- but now I was semi-sitting up and could see my own spread legs and pussy. He began with the familiar instruments- poking and prodding. But I noticed he used no ky lubricant. He knew I was already lubed up! And oh-my-god I couldn't help but to move gently at his prodding. I watched as the device spread my opening and he examined my open vagina. But then he made some adjustments and it spread me open even further- and the lips of my pussy burned a bit with being stretched so far. Then he took a long finger and placed it directly on my clitoris and massaged it- all the while making professional "umms" and "uh-huhs." I began to move against his finger- all the while my eyes glued to his probing digit. I knew that if he kept this up I would be embarrassed with an orgasm in a few more minutes. Then he stopped and nodded and released me from that device. He said there was another test instrument- just a minute and he would warm it up a bit. He turned away and worked with something and when he turned back moved in with all seriousness and began to insert the new item. I had not looked but now I did and it looked for all the world like he was putting a large, long, stainless steel shiny dildo in my cunt. He slipped it in and in further and further. When it "hit bottom" he said hmmmm.... and marked the depth with his fingers and pulled the device back out. Then in again, then out- and each time stopping with gentle pressure as far as it would go inside me. I was definitely pushing back and a moan escaped from me. I was past being embarrassed- I was hot! I did not know the point of this part of the exam- but I was losing the ability to care. I just wanted to fuck that piece of shiny robocock that was going in and out. I noticed it was going in deeper each time as I thrust back. Suddenly he stopped and pulled it from me. "Extremely good" he remarked. "Just one more test and we'll be done here." Another one! Lord have mercy! As I slowly came back to earth for the moment I decided to close my eyes and relax my head back against the rest for this last "device" to be inserted- or whatever. I heard him arranging instruments and move back towards me. Hands on both knees now spread my legs further apart. I was sure that my pussy was gaping open all on its own by this point. "Here we are..." he said softly- and a new warm device slide inside me. It was very large and my vagina lips were burning with the pressure. Slowly deeper- just like that last one- until it bumped the end. "Hmmm..." he said again, "I was sure this would all fit. I opened my eyes to look at the new "device" and saw a few inches of what looked to be a huge black cock at my stretched cunt. The rest of this apparent monster was inside me. Without waiting for approval or otherwise he slid out and back in- out and back in- and I realized that this man with the dick of a horse was fucking me! I could only watch and began to moan as the pace picked up slowly. And the amount of leftover cock got smaller and smaller with each thrust until I realized he was now implanting me with his whole member- pushing his balls against my ass with each thrust. "I trust that you are keeping up with your birth control medication?" he asked out of nowhere. I grunted and nodded. "Good," he said, "because after the show you gave me and my friend at the cafe- I believe that I have little choice but to pump you as full as you deserve." With that the pace increased and I could feel his cock throbbing in readiness. Then a final thrust and he held it in place inside me as I exploded in orgasm- feeling his manhood pumping load upon load of cum deep inside me. In a moment he withdrew, zipped up, and taking me loose from the exam table he declared the exam over. "You can pick up your new prescription at the front desk. I'm not going to bother to help you clean up. I am going to enjoy thinking about my cum dripping from your tight little puss as you leave. Have a pleasant day, now." He opened the door with me still mostly unbuttoned and left. I quickly buttoned a few top and bottom buttons to be decent- and walked down the hall, paid, got my prescription, and left. And he was right. As I flagged a cab I could feel his flow begin to leak from my pussy and down my thighs. I wondered if the cabbie would mind if I masturbated on the way home... Sandal Tales 07: Trading for a Car.. Well, I was beginning to think that she wasn't going to show up. I was selling a little Subaru 4 wheel drive wagon for a flat thousand bucks and the caller that answered the ad sounded pretty definite- but she was now a half hour late. My "cabin in the woods" was secluded- but the directions were not that hard to follow. Just then I saw someone walking up the drive (it is half a mile to the paved road- she must've parked at the road and walked up) a nice looking young lady headed my way. Not really dressed for a hike- but not too impractical. She had on a khaki skirt that ended about mid thigh, a short midriff length button up shirt, and some tan wedge-type sandals. Were I to think that someone my age would have a shot I would make a pass- for she was tan, blonde, and built in all the right places. But she was here about a car- not about me- so I did all the "right" things to show her the little auto and even gave her the keys to try it out herself. She slid behind the wheel and I wished that I were in there with her as she buzzed down the driveway with a cheery little wave. She was back in about fifteen minutes and bounced out with a smile. "I love it!" she said, "It's just what I'm looking for. How about six hundred..." I shook my head no and explained that that is what I had meant in the ad by "firm." I was asking a thousand even and not a penny less- and the car was well worth it. "Hmmm..." she pondered, "How about eight hundred cash- I have it right now with me." Nope- I was not going to give in that easily. I needed that money for another project. No deal. She began to look a bit distressed. "I'm sorry I misunderstood- but eight hundred is all I have. Maybe I could pay the rest a little at a time- but I really need the car for school- and I'm supposed to be there day after tomorrow. I could pay maybe twenty five dollars a month- that's about all I could swing while going to school..." She looked at me hopefully- but I shook my head. "Look," I replied, "I'd love to sell you the car- but I need the full amount. I might consider a trade. If you had a nice TV or stereo or something I could take for the balance- then I could sell it for the rest of the money. That is the only thing I can come up with to help you out. If you have something you could trade." It was now her turn to shake her head. It was obvious that she couldn't think of a thing. But then- looking thoughtful but determined- she said, "Maybe I could do something for you to earn the difference." I'm not a pervert- (really) - so thinking straight up I told her that even if I had anything for her to do- that would not get me the cash. "How about if I were to have sex with you." "Whoaaa now. As tempting as that might be- and it is! Believe me! I can't very well trade fifteen minutes for two hundred dollars. And then I still don't have the money." But as I looked her up and down at this new suggestion I could feel the old bone stirring- and knew this might just be a possibility that I couldn't say no to. "Right," she replied, "But I need the car. I'm not a slut or anything- but I'm not a virgin, either. I mean, I've got a boyfriend and we- well, you know, we 'do it' all the time. So here's the deal. I'm, like, on the pill and stuff- and so you could do whatever you want for, say, an hour- plus the eight hundred dollars- for the car. Ok.?" Still taken aback I said, "So you will be making two hundred dollars an hour for..." "For anything you want for an hour." "Let me make sure I got this straight. I've heard you twice now- so I'll consider third time's a deal. For one hour you will do ANYTHING for me- plus the eight hundred bucks- for the car. And if we get started and you back out 'cause you decide you change your mind- then no deal." She nodded and my dick finished its business of getting hard right there on the spot. I looked her up and down again with a new vision in mind and liked what I saw. Tanned tummy showing above the hip hugging skirt- protruding just a bit in a voluptuous young sort of way. Shapely thighs down to slender calves and ankles- and small pretty feet in strappy tan platform wedge sandals that still managed to curve her feet in a sexy way. And, as the saying goes, those feet must have been small from growing in the shade, because her large round soft-looking bosom was positively big- to say the least. "O.K. Just let me go inside a minute to get something to time this with to make this all as legal as we can under the circumstances. I'll be right back." "You mean we're not going inside?" she asked. "No," I replied, "Not on a great sunny warm day like this." I came back out strapping my watch to my wrist and saw that she had seated herself on my bench under the big oak tree in the yard. With her legs crossed and her sandaled foot bobbing in the shade my stiff pecker wanted to say hello. Not quite yet. "O.K." I said again. "One hour. And if you back out then no deal." She nodded a reply- but I could see a bit of hesitation now that it was sinking in. "So- let's go for a hike." and I waved the direction and put out my arm for her in gentlemanly fashion. She linked her arm with mine and I could sense a little tension in here now. Here she was with a complete stranger getting ready to go for a walk in the woods and had just said basically that she would be my sex slave for the next hour. As we walked into the woods she could easily see that it was a regular path. It was indeed my walking trail that I took every day to relax and get in a bit of exercise. I knew every inch of it. It was all on my own private property, but there was no way she knew that fact. After a minute or two and well underneath the tree canopy I stopped and said, "Ok. Here is what we will be doing. Each time we stop you must take off an item of clothing. I will not tell you what – that is up to you. But each time something must come off- and if you stop my game at any time the whole deal for the car is off." She nodded and looked even more nervous. "Oh yes, by the way, you may keep your sandals on." Looking just a tiny bit grateful at being able to keep her sexy footwear, she thought for a minute and then removed her panties. I held out my hand and she put them in it. Then I reached up to a nearby branch and hung them there. "We will come back for your clothes later..." "But...," she began, "Surely you cannot have me leaving my clothes all behind..." I reminded her of our "deal" and asked her if it was off, which was ok with me. She moved her head "no" and we began to walk again. In a few more minutes I again stopped. I did not say a word. My cock had been bulging in my jeans just thinking about her naked pussy under that skirt. What would she chose to take off next? She began those movements of taking a bra off from underneath a blouse. She worked the straps over her arms and pulled it from under her shirt. I could see the swaying movement of her large breasts underneath the button up top. She handed the bra to me and I hung it on another branch. As we began walking again I watched her as we went. The swaying of the ample movements under her blouse was making my cock throb. We walked deeper into the woods and soon I stopped again. "Um...," she said, "couldn't we just stop here and have sex..." I smiled and move my head back and forth in a definite "no." I could tell she was thinking for a minute what to remove next – perhaps thinking of how it would be to walk with this stranger in the woods half naked while he watched.... To my surprise she hooked her thumbs in her skirt and began removing it. I was figuring the top would go next.... At it slid to her ankles she merely stepped free of them. I did not make a move to retrieve them. I would just leave them where they were. I was also quite busy in admiring the fact that she had a very cleanly shaved pussy with a little heart tattoo so close to it that I know that if the tattoo artist was a guy that he probably had a boner as hard as mine before he was done. I began to walk again, looking at her shapely form as only the midriff length blouse now remained. Her strides were very sexy in the tan wedge sandals and if possible I was now even more aroused. I let myself enjoy this view for a while as we walked on the woodsy trail and wondered if she were getting aroused any herself with this "new" experience. I imagined her bare pussy feeling the breezes of the open air for the first time... In another few minutes I stopped again. This time she knew what was expected. After she turned towards me the buttons on her mid length blouse were unbuttoned slowly. Then she opened the blouse, also slowly. As I watched her I realized – she was beginning to get into this! Now naked before me in the woods behind my house she reached up and held her small nipples on those very large breasts with the fingers of both her hands. They wrinkled and stood out in the natural air movements and she closed her eyes for a moment enjoying the feeling. When she opened her eyes again I began walking. I could that she was surprised that I was not pulling her down to have sex with her right there and then. But my plans were still in motion... We soon came to the edge of the woods at my neighbor's back yard. Here is where on my nature walks I would pause and look to see if she was out sunning herself on the lounger in the back yard. She would often be outside nude catching the rays and knew I would watch. Sometimes she would masturbate there and I would take out my cock and do likewise and we would watch each other from the distance. This was as far as it had ever gone as she was quite married. It was a bit late in the afternoon for her to be out and I saw no sign of her. Well, no matter for sure! I motioned for my young lady to get down on her knees as I slid off my pants and boxers in one move. Without asking permission, she was my slave after all, I slid it into her mouth and began fucking her – being careful not to go too deep to make her gag. My cock, after all, was a full eight inches. As I ran my cock in and out I looked again at the neighbor's house and noticed movement at one of the sliding glass doors. There was my girl watching us where we were on the edge of her yard. She saw me looking and smiled as she began to remove her clothes. My fuck partner was oblivious to being watched as she had her eyes closed and was stroking her own pussy as my cock moved in and out of her mouth. My neighbor de-clothed and slid open the door to step outside. She went straight to her chaise lounger and lay on it towards us and began to masturbate while she continued to watch. I was very aroused and my cock wanted some of that young pussy. I slid out of her mouth and instructed her to lie down on her side in the soft grass. Spreading her legs so my neighbor could see I placed the head of my penis at her pussy, which was quite wet and ready. Ever so slowly I slid into her. She had closed her eyes again enjoying the sensation. Slowly in, then again out, then again in... I began to pick up the pace. It was a tossup as to whether to watch my fuck slave and her swaying breasts as I spread her legs and had my way with her or to watch my neighbor watching us as she masturbated to this new show I was providing her. Then a new development happened. My young slave girl must have opened her eyes and seen my neighbor for she said as she panted to the screwing she was receiving, "Oh my God. Oh... No.... Please no..." But she was too deep into it to actually stop. I thought she was just surprised by the watcher - but her protests continued, "Oh no, please... unhhhh. Oh. Mmmm... Not Mrs. Taylor. Oh my God... Uhhhh...." I realized this was someone she knew! Watching her get fucked on the edge of her back yard! Oh, this was so hot. I could tell by the motions of my neighbor Melissa Taylor that she was nearing her orgasm, as I had seen her do solo so many times before. And so was I as this erotic revelation ran through my mind. I could feel her pushing against my thrusts now and her free hand moved to pinch her nipples. Totally in the moment she continued to pant, "Mmmm... Fuck... Mmmm... Fuck me... Ahhh...." And with that her whole body pulsed on me and instantly I began to fill her with my cum as I was driven over the edge. I looked up and my neighbor was bucking on the lounger and I realized she must have easily heard my young partner in the throws of her passion. In a moment we were done and I pulled out. My neighbor got up from her spot and waved and went back into the house. Her husband would be home soon. As for my sex partner... We walked back to my house through the woods, retrieving her clothes bit by bit. But she did not put them back on. When we got to my place she stood there naked with her clothes in a wad in her left hand and dripping my cum from her cunt down her legs and said, "Umm... that was just so unreal..." I said "What was." "Well, that was Mrs. Taylor, my High School English teacher," she said. "And she watched me getting fucked in her back yard. Holy shit. And she was getting off on it... Oh my God, that was so freaking hot." "Mmmm, yes it was..." I prompted. "Well, I guess the car is mine for the eight hundred bucks. But that was so hot... Can we go inside and fuck again?" Sandal Tales 08: Reunion I could not believe that we were going to meet again after so long. I was very nervous. We had not seen each other in years. What would she be like? What would she see in me? I remembered her curvaceous body, her breasts so full and round with nipples that would get so hard to my tongue. I remembered her lovely legs. Her ankles were so slender and when she indulged me and wore sexy sandals with straps around those ankles - oh my. I began to get hard just thinking of it. The place was perfect. The used bookstore was in a large old house. The upstairs of the store was usually unoccupied. It had a couch and chairs in a reading area in one room. It had another room off to the side that was always a bit of a mess with more old and odd books and less common ones that meant fewer visitors. And the narrow stairs were so creaky in the old building that it provided plenty of warning of someone coming up. I was the first one there. Waiting upstairs my heart was pounding. What if she didn't even come? Then I heard someone coming up the old staircase. Would it be her? I heard hard shoes on the wooden steps... then in the hallway. Oh my god! It was her. She walked slowly into the reading room as I took her in with my eyes. A flowery summer dress with thin straps over the shoulders. The movement of her breasts with each step spoke to me of there being no bra to confine them. She wore no stockings and had a pair of the sexiest high heeled sandals I believe I had ever seen. Wooden platforms but not too tall. Perhaps a 3 inch heel. A delicious curve to them gently holding her feet and three straps over each foot and one surrounding her ankles to hold them in place. Oh my! My eyes met hers as she came into the room and I stood. It was as if we had never been apart. She came right up and her arms flowed around me and mine around her. Our lips met and opened. Our tongues said hello. As my arms slid down her back I felt no lines underneath. My cock became so hard to strain against my jeans as I realized the dress was all she had on. I felt no bra or panties underneath. Oh! Naughty girl! We stood looking at each other. We said nothing. She looked so good - if anything even though there were a few more years she looked younger and more vital and sexy than ever. Her eyes never left mine as her hand went to my jeans and she felt of my hardness. I saw that her dress unbuttoned from the front and I release first one button and then another. She suddenly giggled and looked coy and shy. "Not here, you silly man." she said. But instead I nodded towards the other room and led her by the hand. We went through the doorway to be among the musty books that few came to look at. We kissed again. In the corner of this room we were behind a shelf of books that partially blocked anyone's view should they come in. And there was always the creaky floor and stairs to warn us of an arrival... I unbuttoned more buttons. Her dress came apart more as my hands moved in and gently held her breasts. She closed her eyes and leaned towards me - giving herself to me. Meanwhile her hands reached out and found the button on my jeans. She unbuttoned then unzipped and pulled them apart. It was now my turn to surprise. Her hands found my hardness and pulled it free as she realized I had no underwear to get in the way. I could not wait. Neither could she. I didn't want to let go of her breasts but I did and turned her around away from me. As if reading my mind she leaned forward against the bookshelves- putting her hands and arms up to steady herself against them. I lifted her dress from behind. She pushed her round bottom towards me and spread her legs. Holding my cock in my hand it was almost magnetically led to the warm wetness of her shaved pussy. It was so wet it instantly covered the head of my cock and thusly I slid into her so easily and so deep with my first thrust. And there we were. That is where our reunion was to be. She pushed at me as I drove into her over and over. We were so very hot that we both knew it would be no time at all. In a moment of heat I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her dress with my arms around her and pulled it wide open. She was now all but naked were anyone to come in.... The luck of our lust was with us. Nobody came. I slowed and my movements became more deliberate as did hers. She arched her back and I pushed against her. My hands found her hips to pull her even tighter to me and as I gave her all of my cock. And together we came. I could feel her pussy contracting against me and her wetness running down my balls. She was trembling as she came and whimpered to keep from making more noise. I could hold no longer and my hardness began pulsing inside her as my sperm flowed into her. We stilled and held tight. I was holding deep in her with my cock moving all of its own as her tight little pussy did the same in return. Oh my... We were a jumble of nervous activity in making ourselves presentable. We were both very much aware of how carried away we had instantly become. Had anyone walked in we would have been quite a site - for neither one of us would have been able to stop. We kissed gently. We knew we could not leave together should anyone happen to see. We touched forheads and said gentle goodbyes. She left first across the creaky floor and down the narrow steps. I took in her sexy moves beneath the flowery dress and was already dreaming of our next clandestine encounter. Sandals & Roses It's nice being able to finally lay back and enjoy your life. Not that I didn't enjoy it before the divorce. I just never had time. Working pretty much 7 days a week for eight years wears a body out. Especially when some of those days you go straight from one job to another. Now, that's not a problem. I don't have Sue riding me to get out and go to one of the many jobs I had. Not that we were hurting for money. She just always wanted more. Of course, I was the one that was to get it for her. Her Dad always contributed to her fund also. Since moving into the house with us she found a large supply of funds coming her way from him and myself. That's why I walked out. Money was more important than I was to Sue. Now, divorced after 3 years, I was enjoying the laid back lifestyle. I still worked alot, just not 7 days a week anymore. The time off I had was now mine. No more gardening club meetings, having to watch television with her father or getting up early to do what yardwork I could before heading off to work again. If I wanted to sleep late I could. Whatever I wanted to watch on tv, I could. No father dozing on the sofa and waking up to change the channel before he dozed off again. Of course the worse part was the sex life. Not that it was that great when I was married. Maybe once a month was it then. But now, I just didn't feel like seeing anyone. Everyone at work was always trying to fix me up with their friends. I'd gone out a couple times. No one had really grabbed my heart yet. Each had been plastic it seemed. The expensive dress, the caked on make-up and the jewelry blinding my eyes everytime I looked at them. When I say plastic I don't mean fake. I never got to know them long enough to call them that. To me, plastic meant they lived on their credit cards. I had gotten out of that situation and wasn't about to get back into it again. Now I would spend days kicked back in jeans and sandals, old sweat shirts and a cap. That's when I wasn't working of course. I am a nurse, so when I work it's starched uniforms and white sneakers. That's one thing that amazed my co-workers. When I had the first party at my apartment after moving out, everyone showed up in slacks and nice outfits. Not me, I was wearing holey jeans, sandals and a faded sweat shirt. The comments that night about how I had dressed brought alot of ribbing. It didn't bother me though, I was the host and this was the real me. I was burned out on Banana Republic or one of the other stores for the fashion conscious. The few dates I had I always dressed immaculate for. No jeans or faded shirts. I still had the clothes Sue had insisted I wear on my few days off. Those I didn't leave. I just walked away from the 5 bedroom house, SUV and social functions. I kept the clothes. I just didn't wear them that often anymore. But for some reason everyone wanted me to dress up and impress the ladies. Instead I would usually just sit home and watch television or work on my patio. Not very interesting but definitely a way to relax from the stress that work put on your shoulders. So when Kim moved in next door I never expected anything to really happen. Not that I wouldn't of liked it to. She was wearing a gorgeous black dress when she exited the door with the apartment agent. Leaving to go to work for the evening I was dressed in my uniform. Turning to head down the stairs the agent smiled and introduced the two of us. "Mike, this is Kim. She's going to be moving in tomorrow as your new neighbor. Mike's a nurse and works strange hours. He's always quiet so you'll never have any problems from him." Taking Kim's hand I noticed the few gold rings on her fingers. 'Yep, another looker. Just as plastic as the others.' Kim gave me a friendly smile as she returned the handshake. "Nice to meet you neighbor. I'm always working so you don't have to worry about me bothering you either." Returning her smile I nodded. "That's okay. I know that feeling. If you ever need anything just bang on the door. I'm usually here if I'm not at work." Voicing her appreciation I motion for the ladies to take the lead down stairs. Walking down behind them I couldn't help but notice Kim's firm ass moving under the tight black dress. Lowering my head to look at the stairs so I wouldn't trip I watched Kim's perfectly tanned legs gracefully taking each step. Her gold ankle chain relecting off the afternoon sun. Sighing as I reach the bottom of the stairs after my new neighbor I wave and smile as I head to my old car. 'Definitely plastic.' The shift that night hadn't been anything new. One new patient, but the rest were the same. Working a nursing home could be hectic or monotonous. There was no real in between. You were either running your legs off or kidding around with your patients to make their life more enjoyable. This evening had been one of the more enjoyable ones. As I returned home I noticed the lights on in Kim's apartment. More than likely she had left them on after the tour. A woman like that surely went to bed early on a Wednesday night so she could look stunning for work the next day. Reaching my apartment across the hallway I could hear the faint music coming from under her door. Obviously she already had moved some of her things in. Probably with the help of alot of guys who were tagging along after her. Laughing, I shook my head and entered my private kingdom. 'There you go Mike, analyzing people already. You've been nursing to long.' Throwing my bag on the kitchen table I darted into the bedroom and donned an old sweatsuit. Grabbing a book of short stories I plopped down on the sofa with a beer and kicked my barefeet up on the coffee table. This was going to be an early night of reading before crashing in the bed. I had the next few days off and was looking forward to relaxing and working on the small garden I had struggling on the patio. I had just finished the first page when someone knocked timidly on the door. Removing my sore legs from the table I stretched from the tightness that filled my calve muscles. I was definitely getting older. Not just the streaks of grey in my hair reminded me, but the aches and pains of working were coming more often now. Of course those years being married to Sue and working my ass off hadn't helped either. Opening the door I was surprised to see Kim standing there. Her golden hair pulled back into a pony tail than hung down the back of her T shirt.. "Hi Mike. I'm sorry to disturb you. I saw your lights on and figured you were home. I moved a few things in tonight but forgot to grab some soap. I was wondering if you knew of a store close by that would be open this late?" Returning her I smile I couldn't help but notice the sharp outlines of her face as outside light cast shadows across her. "It's not a problem. Don't worry about it. There's a few stores around. But if soap is all you need I've got a bunch of bars in one of the bathrooms. You can have a couple and it'll save you a trip. No need to take a chance going out this time of night." Watching her dark eyes light up and her smile widen I felt my heart leap into my throat. "Thanks! That's all I need. I greatly appreciate it." Motioning for Kim to come inside I tried to remember which of the two restrooms had the spare soap. Bending into the cabinet of the guest bathroom I heard Kim's soft voice. "Nice decorating. You can really feel comfortable in a place like this." Returning with two bars of soap I looked around my living room. "Thanks, glad you like it. The paintings are all medieval and tell of romance. The knight who loves his maiden or serves his queen unquestionably. I guess at my age you never lose the old romantic part of yourself." Laughing, Kim takes the soap and bends over to look at a statue standing beside the entertainment center. Watching her firm ass in her tight sweat pants pointing towards my hips I feel a stirring begin in my thighs. Something I hadn't felt in too long a time. "This is unusual. Where did you get it?" Trying to hold my composure as Kim straightens and turns back to me I pray that the growing bulge in my sweats doesn't give away my thoughts. "That? I picked it up in Greece last year when during vacation. It was really cheap and I couldn't resist. There was a lady outside Athens that cast those in her house. She had that one on display when I walked by and it caught my eye." Glancing back at the statue Kim smiled and shook her head. "Greece. I've never been outside the U.S. Traveling is something I've always wanted to do. Maybe someday when I take a break and try not to work so much I will. Well, I'm not going to get finished and showered standing here yapping like some school girl. I better get going. I took a week off from work to get moved in and I've got alot head of me. Thanks for the soap and I'll repay the favor someday." Escorting Kim to the door I scanned her body to appreciate the beauty before she left. The golden hair shining in the pale light, her breast firm as they pressed against her cotton T shirt. Damn, it was going to be a rough night trying to sleep now. So much for trying to relax after a siren like this knocks on your door. Closing the door behind Kim as she waves good bye I stroll over to the sofa and pick up the book again. Damn, this isn't going to help at all now. Taking a swallow of beer I head into the shower hoping to cool down. Standing there, with the warm water flowing over my shoulders I imagine Kim next door standing in her shower. My hands reach for the soap as I feel my cock growing. Moving my soapy hands over my enlarged cock I begin to stroke it's shaft slowly. Moaning at the feel of my cock throbbing in my hands I begin to stroke faster. My balls swelling from the explosion I hadn't released in months. Picturing Kim there in the shower with me, that firm ass pressed against my cock I fight back the orgasm. The warm water beats on my chest as I bend backwards, my head resting against the shower wall. My hand grips my aching cock tighter as I my cum shoots into the warm water. Standing there panting, my cock dripping from soap and cum, I breath in the humid shower air and catch my breath. God, it had been along time since someone had that effect on me. Rinsing off my shrinking cock and moving my body under the warm water I feel the tension escape my muscles. Drying my lean body with a large towel I eye the bed. It's definitely time for sleep. Time to stretch out and see what tomorrow brings. Lying in the bed naked I wrap my spare pillow in my arms. Holding it tight I drift asleep as my mind dreams about the georgeous Kim who's moved in next door. Waking up the next morning wasn't any better. Feeling the morning woody as some men call it I slip on a pair of holey jeans and head to the kitchen. As the coffee begins to drip I open the patio door and stare at the small garden fighting to survive from my lack of watering. Not that I didn't keep care of the plants, but miss one day in this searing heat and they tend to look like they're begging for something to drink. Grabbing a fresh cup of coffee and a pitcher of water I begin to soak the dried potting soil. "Howdy neighbor." Raising my head I notice Kim heading down the stairs between our apartments. Dressed in jean shorts with frayed edges and a white halter top I forget that I'm reminded that I'm overwatering the plants as the water flows onto my barefeet. "Hiya neighbor." Standing up again, shaking the water off my feet, I watch Kim head to the back of her SUV and remove more boxes. An SUV,just as I thought. Plastic. Well, she is my neighbor and seems to be very nice, no need to judge her by that. Finishing up the watering I lean over the railing as Kim grabs another box. "Need a hand? Looks like you've got a load there." Smiling up at me as she blows a strand of blonde hair out of her face Kim nods. "Sure, if you're not busy. This is my last load. Dad and I moved the furniture yesterday. All I've got left is books, some kitchen things and the last bit of clothes." Slipping on my sandals and an old T-shirt I head down the stairs to give Kim a hand with the boxes. Watching her petite body struggle with box, I reach out and take it from her arms. "Here, let me take that one. Where you want it?" Catching her breath and wiping her reddened face Kim grins at me. "Just set it down anywhere. That's books. Those boxes are heavy." Nodding my head I turn to head back up the stairs. Looking over my shoulder I notice Kim headed back to the SUV. "Okay, I'll just set it down in the living room. I'll get the heavy boxes, don't worry about it. You take the lighter ones." Placing the box down in the center of Kim's living room I turned and looked around. From one end to the other boxes were stacked. The stereo was hooked up and the sounds of Jazz was seeping through the speakers. Posters of the Far East were framed and lined against one wall, ready to be hung. Empty boxes from the night before were standing next to the door, waiting to be discarded. Grabbing a few of the empty boxes I headed back down the stairs. "You want these or you want me to throw the out?" Kim had a smaller box in her arms this time. The sweat dripping down her face. Her face not as red as it was earlier. "Thanks, go ahead and throw them out. I was going to do that later on." After ridding myself of the empty boxes and grabbing the heaviest box I could find in the SUV I headed back up the stairs. That morning, Kim and I teased each other as we passed on the stairway. Each carrying a box, each sweating from the mornings work. As noon approached, my stomach began to rumble. Running into my apartment I grabbed some lunchmeat and a loaf of bread. With the SUV empty, it was time for lunch. As Kim and I sat among the boxes eating a sandwich and drinking sodas, we both began to get to know each other. Sitting on the floor with our legs crossed I couldn't help glancing down at Kim's crotch crammed inside those those tight shorts. No panties were showing as the short jeans hugged the upper part of her thighs. Her nipples were clearly visible as they pointed straight through the white halter that complimented her tan. Sitting there talking about ourselves and sharing lunch I learned Kim was nothing like I had originally thought. A recent divorce from an abusive marriage, a career as a dance instructor had all changed this young womans dreams. Being 34 and starting over brings people back to reality. I was 40 when I started over. But to Kim, dancing was a lifetime dream. Being able to make a living at it just added to her enjoyment. As an instructor, she'd only been dancing professionally within the year. After the failed marriage she'd moved in with her Mom and Dad. Changing careers from housewife to professional dance had been a dramatic change. Dancing had been her dream and hobby. Now it was her living. Finishing up the sandwiches and personal histories, I looked around the room. "So, what's next? How can I help you get settled in?" Smiling across at me Kim shook her head. "No that's okay. You've done plenty already. I can get it from here." Standing, I look at the pictures lined against the wall. "I'll grab my toolbox and hang those for you. I've got the day off so don't worry. I was going to sit around the apartment today anyway. Just tell me where you want them." Grabbing a pencil and marking the walls Kim moves each picture to their appropriate place. "Thanks Mike. You're really a sweetheart." Grabbing the tools I spend the rest of the afternoon hanging pictures and helping Kim get settled. Running up and down the stairway, tossing the empty boxes out as Kim unpacks I begin to feel my legs aching again. Ignoring the pain I take the last box down to the dumpster as Kim pulls a couple beers out of the refrigerator. "Here you go. You more than deserve that after your help today." Smiling at Kim I take the beer and pop it open. Sitting on the floor I groan as I cross my legs. Eyeing Kim squat on the floor in front of me with her beer, I grin as she moves another blonde strand of hair out of her face and groans. "Damn Kim. I thought I was the old one. You're groaning as loud as me." Giggling into her beer, Kim's dark eyes flash as she looks at me. "Hey! After today we're both worn out. You were more active than I was. So don't call yourself old. You're in good shape." Smiling as I bow my head I can't help but notice the sweat trickling down Kim's neck. "Yea, well. That hot shower is going to feel good tonight. A quick bite to eat and then a shower. I'll feel brand new." Watching Kim stretch her muscles and continue laughing I feel the stirring inside that had struck me last night during her brief visit. "Okay, forget the shower for now. I'll order a pizza for us Mike. That's the least that I can do for your help today." Standing and stretching I smile down at Kim. "Okay, you order the pizza and I'll go change and pick it up. I promise no shower until I'm ready to call it a night. But I definitely need to throw on something else." Kim nods her head and smiles. "Okay, I'll call it in and you go pick it up. That'll give me a chance to get out of these clothes that I've been sweating in all day. I'll wait to take a shower until later." Heading to my apartment to throw on some clean old clothes my thoughts begin to drift throughout the day. So much for relaxing, I've spent the day helping a neighbor move in. Not bad though. She's sweet. Very honest. Starting over like I once did. There weren't any tag along guys helping her move. Her Dad had helped. Otherwise, she was on her on. No boyfriend called to ask how she was doing. Being a dance instructor explained why she was so well dressed yesterday. She had to me. She sold dance contracts and her dress promoted the beauty of how of the dance. Slowly, as I stood there throwing soap and water over my face I began to realize I had misjudged my new neighbor. Running down the stairs and hopping in the car I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the pizza parlor. Grabbing the pizza and heading back home I stopped at the local grocer and grabbed a bottle of wine. Standing at the cashier I noticed the roses standing in the plastic bucket. "Will that be all sir?" "No, give me a dozen of those roses you have." The clerk stood and stared at me. "Sir, those are close to 3 dollars each. You sure you want a dozen? Grabbing a rose I noticed the electroic tag plaster to their plastic casing. "Yep, it says $2.69 each. Give me twelve please. And pick out the best dozen you have from all the cashiers. Some of those look pretty rough." Grabbing the wine and the dozen roses I rush back to the car. What the hell am I doing? I haven't bought a dozen roses in ages. Pizza and wine? Okay, that I can explain. But the roses? Damn, I'm going to make a fool out of myself. Shaking my head I throw the car into gear and head back to the apartment. Sitting outside my apartment I unwrap the dozen roses and tie them together. Grabbing the wine and pizza I head up the stairs that separate Kim and I's apartment. Looking down at my dress I moan. Here I am trying to impress this attractive woman and I'm wearing faded holey jeans, a fresh sweatshirt and sandals. Even with my greying goatee freshly trimmed I look like a flashback to the sixties. Turning towards my door Kim opens her door. "I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs. You got the pizza, great! What is this?" Feeling my face redden I stare at Kim as I try to talk. Dressed in baggy white cotton sleep pants with a black mid riff and barefeet I begin to stutter. "Well, I grabbed a bottle of wine. Just thought it might be nice. And the flowers, well, ah, those, yea, well..." Sandals & Roses Giggling, Kim reaches and takes the wine and flowers. Standing on her toes I feel Kim's lips kiss against my cheek softly as I stand in the door. "You going to stand there all night or you going to join me?" Gathering my composure I walk inside and closed the door behind me. Watching Kim set the table with napkins and wine glasses I can't get over how idiotic I was to buy the roses. To a woman, roses have a special meaning. Being a romantic, they do to me also. I rushed it! I have never felt so stupid in my life. Wiping my hands on my jeans I move to help Kim set the table. "Oh no you don't Mike. Sit down! I'm going to put these roses in a vase and then join you. Sit down and grab some pizza. I'll take a glass of wine if you don't mind." Sitting at the table I served Kim and I each a slice of pizza. Pouring the wine, I watched as Kim placed the roses in the middle of the table. Sitting down, I noticed Kim staring at the roses. "Kim, I'm sorry. I bought the roses because you're a special lady. I mean, you're beautiful. No, I mean, well, damn, that didn't come out right either. It's just that..." Kim reached over and gripped my hand. Setting down her glass of wine she looked at me and smiled. "Mike, you don't know how much I love the roses. No one has given me flowers in years. I'd forgotten what it was like to have someone like you around. I'm simple Mike. Roses are extraordinary to me. My ex-husband never gave me roses." Returning Kim's grip I smiled into her face as her dark eyes absorbed my heart. "Kim, I'm simple also. I mean look at me. I always dress in old clothes and sandals. I spent too many years with my ex-wife dressing me as something I wasn't. But today with you? Well, I felt comfortable. I got to know you as someone I'd like to know alot better. I didn't mean to rush things. I'm sorry." Setting her piece of pizza down on the napkin I watch Kim rise from her chair. Feeling like I need to leave and that my stupidity has cost me a friendship I wipe my mouth and finish my wine. "I'm sorry Kim, I'll go home and catch you later." Turning to look at me, Kim's dark eyes widen. "No you don't boyo. You and I are going to get to know each other alot better. Shall we?" Grabbing my hand and leading me to the bathroom, Kim looks back over her shoulder and grins. "We both need a shower. So let's conserve water and take it together." At a loss for words as Kim leads me into the bathroom, my mind begins to wonder what I've gotten into. Turning and standing on her toes, Kim wraps her arms around my neck. "Mike, it's been over a year since I've felt the love of a man. You're honest and loving. Like you said, you're simple. Well, so am I. Spending the day with you became more than just special. It brought out feelings I haven't had in along time. I want you to make love to me Mike. I want to feel you inside me." Wrapping my arms around Kim I pulled her into my body. Lifting her body off her feet, I pulled her lips to mine. Her mouth opened as my tongue entered her mouth. Tasting her warm breath, our tongues dancing between our mouths, my hands move down to her firm ass. Feeling her tight muscles underneath my touch I force her hips closer to my growing bulge. Wrapping her legs around me, Kim moves her hips against my swelling cock. Moving my tongue down Kim's neck I can taste the warm salt on her throat. "Yesssssssssss, god yes!" My hands move inside her cotton sleep pants. Feeling Kim's smooth ass my cock begins to grow larger against her pussy. Moving her hips up and down against my growing bulge Kim moans in my ear. "Fuck me, God fuck me now." As my finger moves up and down Kim's tight ass I reach over and turn the shower on. With her legs wrapped tightly around me, our tongues tasting each other's day, I grab Kim's mid riff and pull it over her head. Kim's firm breast press against my chest. Leaning down, I take her firm nipples into my mouth. Kim's nipples hard and erect as my warm breath drifts across her breast. With the sound of the shower beating against the porcelain tub, Kim unwraps her legs and pulls down her baggy white cotton pants. Pulling back the curtain, Kim turns and grins. "Time for the soap that you gave me. Shall I show you what I can do?" Pulling my shirt over my head I stop as I reach for the button's on my jeans. Standing there under the warm water Kim moves the soap over the lips of her pussy. Watching her lips spread as the bar of soap moves up and down her pussy I feel my cock growing harder. Licking her finger, Kim begins to play with her swollen clit. "I've gotten good at this the last year. Let me show you." In one sudden motion Kim rams her finger deep inside her pussy. Arching her back and neck I stand mesmerized as Kim's fingers move rapidly in and out of her cunt. Moving her hips against the wall of the shower, Kim thrust her finger deeper inside herself. Faster and faster she moves. Reaching down I rub my cock as I strip off my old jeans. Her eyes glowing with lust, her body shuddering from self satisfaction, Kim looks at me and moans. "Give it to me Mike. I want your cock inside me Now!" Stepping into the shower I grab Kim by the waist and turn her around. Pressing her hands against the wall of the shower Kim bends over and thrust her firm ass against my cock. With the warm water flowing over our bodies I grab Kim by the hips and thrust my swollen shaft into her wet pussy. Feeling my cock rip Kim's tight pussy wider with each thrust, I know she hasn't been fucked in along time. Faster and faster I drive my shaft inside her. Feeling her muscles grip my shaft, I moan from the pleasure of her pussy. Taking my fingers and gripping Kim's hips I drive deeper inside her. Kim's ass begins to shake as my balls slap against her shaved pussy. The warm water continues to flow over our bodies, washing away the the sweat. Faster and deeper, with each stroke opening her pussy for deeper penetration. Suddenly, I feel Kim begin to quiver. Her pussy squeezing my hard shaft as I continue thrust inside her. Arching her back Kim moans loudly. "Yessssssssssssssssss, god yesssssssssssssss! I'm cumming!" Driving harder and faster as Kim's muscles grip my driving cock, I feel her juices flow around me. Grabbing her hips tighter, I listen to the slap of my balls against her shaved pussy. "Ohhhhhh god Mike, I'm having multiples. Fuck me baby!" Slapping Kim's ass under the warm water I watch my cock driving deep inside. The sight of her pussy opening for each stroke, sucking my hard shaft inside, drives me deeper inside Kim's dripping pussy. "Oh fuck Kim. I'm going to cum inside you. You want it? You want all of it?" "Nooooooooooo, I want to taste you in my mouth baby. I want to suck you dry." Reaching behind her, Kim grips my throbbing shaft. Feeling my swollen cock in her hand Kim turns and surrounds my shaft with her breast. Sitting on the edge of the tub Kim moves my cock between her breast as her tongue flicks across the tip of my shaft. Reaching up and grabbing the rod of the shower curtain, my hips move with the rhythm of Kim's breast. Holding her breast close for my cock, Kim opens her mouth and sucks my cock into her throat. Feeling Kim's tongue wrap around my shaft as I drive between her I breast I get lost in the pleasure. Bending her head lower, taking my cock deeper into her throat, Kim sucks my hard cock with the cheeks of her mouth. Thrusting by cock faster between her breast, so wet from the water, I feel my cock about to explode into Kim's mouth. "I'm going to cummmmm! Oh god, Kim. I'm going to cum in your mouth." Kim grips her breast tighter as my cock drivers faster and faster between her breast. Opening her mouth, Kim sucks my swollen shaft deeper into her throat. My swollen balls slap against Kim's breast as I continue drive. My cock aches as it fights back the temptation of Kim's tongue. Suddenly, I feel my cock releasing it's warm liquid inside Kim's mouth. Reaching up, Kim grabs the base of my cock. Milking me of my warm treasure, Kim's cheeks suck my shaft as her hand teases my swollen balls. "Oh God yesssssss, take all of me in your mouth." Realising myself, I feel Kim's tongue moving over the slit of cock, licking my cum into her throat. Reaching down, I take Kim by the shoulders and pull her soft lips to mine. My tongue moving into her mouth, my arms pulling her close, I get lost in the feel of her firm body. Running my hands through her wet hair, I look into Kim's dark eyes as I press her body against me. "Kim, you are more a part of my life than I'm willing to admit. I know that is strange after just a couple of days. But I'm old fashioned. I just don't sleep around. I hope you can take this old boy and his sandals." Smiling, Kim runs her hand over my chest and looks back up into my eyes. "Mike, I'll always take you as you are. Sandals and all. Just show me I mean something to you other than a fleeting passion. This night was special to me. I found a man who was gentle and cared. Just don't take advantage of me." Since that night I never have. Now I need to run. I've got to through on some old jeans and grab a movie and some mexican take out. Along the way I'm sure I'll grab some flowers. And as Kim sets the table I'll slip on my Sandals and grab her some Roses. Sandals Honeymoon We were on our honeymoon in Montego Bay .. I was doing lots of drinking with new friends the night before .. playing drinking games for points .. the wife was real horny when we got home at around 4am .. started me off by giving a hot fingering show .. she laid back on the four-poster bed in our ocean-front suite with only the white terry cloth robe that they give you for the vacation ... She was teasing me as I got ready for bed .. I undressed as she was rubbing that juicy pussy .. telling me to watch her get herself off .. she laid back and put her spread feet on the end of the bed as she circled her clit with her fingers .. she was so wet that she glistened .. so hot her lips spread open as she rubbed.. then she opened the robe all the way .. and started to pull on those hard nipples ... That always gets her off .. this time wasn't any different as I saw a drop of hot juice start to run out of her pussy towards her asshole ...mmm when she does this I want to eat her so bad ..she knows it too and plays it out to the hilt .. her toes were grabbing at the footboard as she gyrated her hips to the circles her fingers made .. the juices were flowing now as she pushed a finger inside those red puffy lips .. then another finger as she started to hump towards those deeply planted fingers ..this is usually were she stops at two tonight a third plunged in .. I stood there in shock as she pumped her fingers in fast and hard .. she was moaning like crazy as she saw me start to jack off .. she loves to see my cock and for me to jack off for her .. she was hot as Texas chili at that point and bubbling over like it .. cause she started to talk really dirty .. moaning to me to make that hot hard cock cum .. to cum for her and all over her .. for her to see it cum ... I love this and she knows it .. when she starts I cant stop but cum for her and she knows it .. I moved close to her face as she begged for me to cum .. then she stuck her tongue out and said please feed me your cum ... that's all it took as I shot out a thick wad onto her tongue and started to pump out a load when she put her mouth over my cock head and sucked hard .. her hips were a blur as she rubbed her clit hard wanting to cum as she tasted my hot cum .. as the cum leaked out her lips she moaned that she was gonna cum now ... I immediately dove down in between her legs needing to taste that juicy cunt.. I took her clit between my lips and sucked for all I was worth as I grabbed her wrists and held them tight which she loves .. and she bucked into my face .. grinding that pubic bone into my nose .. she came hard and her juice flowed out ... it tasted like honey I was so horny .. I was hard as a rock again and wanted to jack off some more but wanted her to have the best orgasm possible so I let go of her wrists and grabbed a nipple with one hand and slid two fingers in her pussy with the other ..she was screaming out that this was so good .. so hot .. that it was so sexy to have all that cum in her mouth .. that it tasted so good as she was cumming herself ..as I thrust those fingers in she just screamed yes and passed out from the massive power of her orgasm ... I was amazed .. I looked at her laid out ... legs spread .. pussy soaked and lips wide open .. cum on her lips some .. she looked so happy .. but I was hard as a brick .. I thought maybe she will get up if I caress her some .. I laid next to her and rubbed her breasts and her stomach towards her short cropped pussy hair .. she groaned and rolled on her side .. lifted her head to me to say honey I cant I'm to wiped out now .. Shheeesh I thought .. I was drunk as a skunk and hard as a brick what to do ..??? So I passed out too .. I swear it must have been only 7am when I saw her up already ..she wanted to play some more .. I thought fuck this and rolled over .. I groaned as I rolled too early .. later .. she got all pissed and next thing I knew she was putting on her pink checked bikini .. I love it but still didn't have the strength .. she got more pissed and put on the robe and went to go out to the beach .. we had our own little piece of semi-private beach after the porch out back .. I heard her open the door and say shit .. that's when I started to think something was up .. I turned over to see her standing at the doorway looking at the big beachcomber guy out at the shore ... I thought I was crazy as I watched her reach down and slide her hand under her bottoms and rub her pussy .. well I woke up then and watched as she pulled her top off completely and close her robe walked right out to the beach grabbing some oil to take with her .. I popped up from bed and I went to the window as I saw her start to drag a beach chair down to where he was raking out the sand .. he stopped her and said let me miss .. grabbed it and asked her where she wanted it .. she motioned down by the water as she pulled off her robe .. his eyes lit up as her saw her big tits and real hard nipples ... she threw her robe over the back and sat down putting her legs on each side of her chair as too spread her legs really wide leaned back and put some oil in her palm .. They were too far away to hear now .. put I swear I saw her turn beet red as she massaged the oil into those heaving mounds ... Well .. she was oiling up those big tits that I love .. spending extra time on her hard nipples .. pinching and pulling on them as she leaned back in the beach chair .. the beachcomber was raking right next to her .. he was staring at her putting all the oil all over herself .. he was a large black man had on shorts that were baggy and an open button down shirt ... the beach was so close that I could see the bulge in those shorts tenting out already .. so did the wife and she was staring right at that tent .. I swear she was licking her lips and wouldn't take her eyes of it as I saw them talking but couldn't make out what was said .. At that point she got bold and was oiling up her belly .. she reached down with a palm full of oil into her bottoms and rubbed it into her pussy staring right up to him .. she must have popped a finger in as she did cause I saw her throw her head back open her mouth then licked her upper lip .. she was hot as hell I could see It from the window .. his crotch was right next to her face and she looked up as she took her hand out and said something and proceeded to flip over .. I saw him drop his rake and take the oil from her .. she laid flat on her stomach as he put oil in his palms ...her started at her shoulders .. but did those fast and inched down towards her ass .. He grabbed his cock through his shorts real quick to adjust.. thinking my wife wouldn't notice .. but she hadn't really took her eyes off his bulge .. she was looking back and smiling then said something and spread her legs over the sides of the chair .. as he got on the chair in between them I could she those bottoms were soaking wet ... right then he worked on the inside of her thighs .. she was grinding her pubic area into the chair at this point .. .. then started to raise her hips to meet his hands hoping he would start to play with her I guess .. finally she must have said for him to take her bottoms off in some way cause she got up on her knees ass high up in the air as he moved back and pulled them down .. I literally saw her juices drip out of her pussy as his huge hands oiled up her ass cheeks.. she was looking back as her face was pressed against the chair on her knees ass high up and she reached for his hand from between her legs .. I saw her grab his hand and guide it to her pussy .. he then slide one big finger inside .. she backed up to it and those lips spread wide .. her mouth opened and she guided his finger in .. he started to pump in on his own then and she reached back grabbing for his crotch .. he then started to unbutton them and pull out his cock ..then I saw it before she got a chance to .. It was huge as she groped wildly for it .. it had to be 12 inches at least .. then she saw it .. her eyes went so wide you could drive a truck through the pupils .. I don't know what she said but he stood up and kicked his shorts off .. it was 12 inches alright as she looked back rubbing her clit in circles.. he grabbed his cock by the base and bent his knees until the cock head was brushing against the lips of her hot pussy .. she reached back for his balls grabbed them hard and pulled him towards that wet cunt .. he sank about half in at the first thrust .. he grabbed her hips and started to pump slow at first then she was bucking back trying to take all of him .. she really is a slut for big cocks .. she had both her hands under her as one rubbed his balls .. and one stroked her clit ... then he did it and fucked it all the way into her ... this was the only moan I heard so far as it was as load as a scream .. she grinded into his crotch as he pulled back to ram her harder now .. He wasn't going to last long I could tell as he was tossing his head back already .. them I was amazed as he looked like he was gonna go wild .. he grabbed her hips hard and actually lifted her up .. she kicked her legs around his without missing a beat and arched her back then slid down on his rod as he lifted her .. she was impaled ..and started to twist her head back and forth like a wild animal .. her tits were thrust out nipples had to look like an inch long from where I was watching .. she was cumming hard at what he did .. now it was his turn .. he threw his head back and I knew he was filling her pussy with cum.. I had to see closer as I went to the door an opened it then with my cock out right in front of me I sat on a chair on the porch .. at this point they were only like 10 yards away .. and I saw the cum running out of her pussy around his cock that was buried to the hilt.. Her head was on his shoulder and she was licking his ear grinding down onto his cumming huge cock .. she looked plastered to him as he reached around to maul her tits pulling hard on her nipples.. she looked to be cumming again as she grinded softly down now .. his legs looked wobbly as he eased her down off him .. she went right onto the chair never taking her eyes of him especially his cock which now hung limp in front of him dripping with cum .. she sat on her ass leaned back and rubbed her pussy .. she loves to show cum in her pussy after we fuck .. and there was a river in her now .. she was so horny that she was slowly feeding herself the cum with her fingers ..