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The taxi driver spoke with a thick accent that I couldn’t identify. He repeated it twice before I understood what he was saying.

“Yes. I’m sorry, just a second, please.” I begged.

I was calling Deana, my contact with an Atlanta based company that I was consulting for. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to call while the cabbie spoke to me. I have always been too softhearted to interrupt people.

As soon as she picked up I slipped into the cab and began speaking with her. Her voice was soft and kind but professional.

“Deana Morgan, Head of Marketing, how can I help you?”

I spoke a little too quickly. I was still nervous after an unpleasant flight from LAX. I was even more nervous about the idea of being in the Southeast. My friends had warned me about the people being less than pleasant to be around in this region.

“Hello, Deana! This is Jenny Sorello. We spoke about the commercial storyboard last month…” I hoped that she remembered the appointment this afternoon. I had failed to call in a reminder. In fact, I had forgotten about the meeting because of a heavy work load.

“Oh, Jenny! Sure, I have the conference room set up for you, Doll!”

I was taken aback by the word “Doll” but I let it pass and went on to explain that my flight was a little over twenty minutes late.

“That’s okay, Jenny, we have the whole afternoon. You just be careful getting here.” She practically laughed the words. Her energy saved my mood and the moment.

“I will. Thank you, Deana!” I returned mustering a little more cheer.

The cab driver leered from the rear view mirror as he drove through traffic. His lips curled upward but his eyes held something other than a smile.

“In town a while?” He probed.

“Uh, no. Just for the next couple of days.” I lied.

“Well, the men in town will be glad to have you among us.” His eyes became more unsettling as he spoke those words.

I faked a smile and dialed Regina’s number. I was gaining the courage to interrupt quickly. Regina is my best friend. We have been friends since the eighth grade. We have been through heartaches, break ups, family deaths and tough college days together. We were hired by separate companies for the same job after college. The competition never interfered with our friendship. Nor could anything else.

“Hey, Jenny, have you left yet?” Regina chimed.

“I have! I’m here. I haven’t seen much of the city yet but Hartsfield-Jackson Airport was pretty big. It took about thirty minutes to get my luggage.” I was still speaking a little fast. She picked up on it instantly.

“Babe, are you okay? You sound like three fifteen after a three O’clock coffee bender.” She guffawed.

“I’m fine…I just had the veal…and it was not good.” I used our secret code for a creepy guy alert. Neither of us eat veal. Both of us had seen the Los Angeles dating scene. Thus, was born the veal message alert system.

“Are you safe? Do I need to call the police or anything?” She said, losing her jolly demeanor.

“No, it’s okay. I just can’t wait to see Chris at the hotel.” Another lie. Chris and I had broken up two years prior, on my birthday. I had been single since that day.

We talked until we reached my hotel on Satellite Boulevard. When we hung up I looked around with a less than sanguine feeling. It wasn’t a great place. I paid the driver and gave him a tip. He would barely look at me, much less speak to me.

I checked in at a quarter ’til two. That left me no time for food. My limousine texted me as I was freshening up my make up. I grabbed my brief case and my laptop case and sprung to the lobby.

We drove for only a few miles before pulling into a small but beautifully designed building. It was a cross between a lodge and an office building. Gorgeous.

I made it to the reception area with three minutes to spare before the original appointment schedule. The receptionist was a smiling, blond haired, blue eyed lady of perhaps thirty years of age. Her skin, teeth and hair were perfect. I was a little jealous. I was in for a surprise.

When Deana came into the reception area I was stunned by her flawless looks. Her eyes were cerulean pools of beckoning beauty. They were framed by jet black hair that touched her elbows as she turned to gingerly close the door behind her. Her frame was thin, with high proud breast, her Yenişehir Escort abs were so taught that her blouse hung from her breasts without the danger of ever touching her belly. Her hips swelled slightly to accommodate the most perfect buns I had ever looked upon. Her legs were long, her thighs muscular and her calves looked like those of a fitness magazine model.

I felt a moment of awe…Then a wave of inadequacy.

When she took my hand she shook it with a firm but friendly grasp. Her eyes had the more powerful grip. My heartbeat accelerated and my hands began to sweat a little. After the introduction that seemed to last forever and then, not nearly long enough, she led me to the conference room.

Four men and two women met us there. Deana introduced us and brought the meeting to a laser beam focus. Item by item, we story boarded, discussed cameras, lighting, editing, models, actors and actresses and, of course, pricing.

Once the meeting began, some of the nerves went away and I began to feel my confidence return. I used my same tired jokes with surprising effect. Three hours and twenty-two minutes after the meeting began, Deana closed it out with a gracious word about my knowledge and helpful nature. I blushed like a child.

The feelings of inadequacy returned quickly. The conference room emptied out within a moment or two and she finished her good byes with her coworkers. She turned and smiled. I melted.

“Jenny, Doll, where shall I take you for dinner?” She purred.

“Oh, I…” I sheepishly began.

“Darlin’, I take all businessmen and women out for dinner. It is a custom with me.” She explained.

Well, I wouldn’t mind looking into those eyes a little longer, I thought to myself.

“Okay. I just need to get back to the hotel for a bit, first.” I uttered lamely.

“Absolutely, Jenny. Your limo is waiting for you. Let’s see, it’s five forty, now… Is 7:15 okay? She asked with her voice…and those eyes.

“Sure! Yes, I mean. I would love to.” I spouted awkwardly.

The limo ride was not so rapid on the way back to the hotel. My stomach tightened and growled.

Once in my room I opened my suit case and looked at my selection of clothing. Nothing looked right.

“Too buisness…” I muttered. “Too casual.” I grunted.

I settled on a black skirt that I purchased in New York, a few months before and a navy blouse that had just enough of a V to satisfy my desire to flirt without actually doing so. I finished the ensemble with suede low heels. I disrobed and laid out my toothbrush, toothpaste, mouth wash, facial scrub, foundation, concealer, spray on makeup remover and my makeup brushes.

I looked in the mirror as I had done many times before. I have shoulder length dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a thin nose that I feel is too small. My lips are my strongest point. I got my mother’s full heart shaped lips. I shook my head. I am thin with average slightly uneven breasts. I wear a 34c, pulled up a little on the left side to hide the uneven size. I weigh one hundred twenty-five pounds. I am five feet and seven inches tall. Too tall for high heels, too short to be a long lean lady like Deana…Deana.

I turned, started the shower and chided myself.

“Just because you’re out of town doesn’t mean that you are suddenly someone else. You aren’t into women and you aren’t her speed.” Despite the fact that I had spoken the words, they stung my heart as I spoke them, aloud.

The break up with Chris had shaken me so badly that I had dated very little since. I am twenty-seven, I thought to myself. I have time.

After the shower, I dried off, styled my hair, applied my makeup, restyled my hair and got dressed. My timer sounded from across the room just as the limousine texted me to alert me that he had arrived.

I scurried around the room, collected everything that I thought that I would need and took the elevator down to the lobby. The driver was there to greet me. Within moments we were parking beside a restaurant with a creek stone fascia and large timbers extending beyond its roofing. It was already dark in Georgia, so that I could see the interior of the restaurant despite its relatively dim, cozy interior. I tried to temper the giddy feeling inside. I had butterflies in my stomach.

I stepped into the doorway and a bubbly young girl Yenişehir Escort Bayan asked if I had a reservation.

“I don’t. I am meeting Deana Morgan…” I started to explain.

“Miss Morgan! She is wonderful! Right this way.” The girl never lost her smile, but smiled from her bright youthful eyes as she spoke the Deana’s name.

She led me through the dining area, beyond the booths and into a private dining section. It was more than impressive. Deana, however, was nowhere to be seen. I was seated and ordered a pinot grigio. I heard a laugh behind me that made my heart perform acrobatics. It was her. She had a recognizable voice. It was smooth, feminine and happy.

I turned in my chair to see her shaking hands with a woman just outside of the kitchen. Deana bid her good night as she turned to greet me. She walked with poise and grace but had the spirited twinkle in her eyes of a child seeing the world for the first time. She reached out and took my hand in a warmer, gentler manner than she had at the meeting. Her actions were more relaxed, sweeter.

My wine came just as we sat down together.

“Oh, that looks good!” She cooed. “I may have one. Is it too dry?”

I sipped it and replied after the slightest pause. “Semi-sweet.”

I inadvertently tipped my glass in her direction while speaking. Misreading the gesture, she asked, “Are you sure?”

I thought that she was referring to the sweetness of the wine and replied with a nod and a cheerful, “Mmhmm!”

She moved in, lightly guided the glass to her lips and sipped the wine from my glass. Her eyes closed slightly and her lips puckered ever so slightly. I felt warmth building. My heart pounded. I felt the sensation I hadn’t known since quiet nights with Chris.

“Mmmm.” She moaned exquisitely, “I will have the same.”

She had, in that act, been as intimate with me as anyone had been in a long time and she hadn’t even touched me. My breasts felt warmed and my nipples were erect. I looked at the table to break eye contact as my self-consciousness got the better of me.

I noticed the faint trace of her lipstick still printed on my glass. I drank the wine with more gusto. We decided on our orders and both had two more glasses of pinot grigio before our entrees were delivered to our table. I hadn’t eaten since the night before and the wine was making me feel good…Really good.

As she spoke about being raised in a small tourist town in the mountains of Georgia, I surreptitiously turned my glass so that I would drink from the rim whereupon she has left her lipstick. I’m not sure why, but the naughty, unexpected act got me excited. Deana seemed to slow her words a bit. She looked at me with a new look. It was searching and conspiratorial. She resumed her story a bit, then, out of the blue, asked, ” Who is lucky enough to be your love, Jenny, Doll?”

I smiled, the wine wafting away all pain, and answered all too honestly, “My boyfriend and I split two years ago. I tried dating but haven’t had any luck. The closest I’ve come to a kiss is sharing a sip of wine from a wine glass.”

Instantly the haze of the wine moved away. What had I just said? What had I just done?

The conspiratorial look returned, then eased into a naughty countenance. A sexual lioness woke in her. She took another sip of her wine, never moving those piercing blue eyes off of me, “What a terrible waste of two perfect lips.” She said in a whisper. She bit her bottom lip an winked at me.

Is this really happening, I thought. My mind raced. Is she being innocently flirtatious? Is she coming on to me? Regardless of the I knew that I was responding bodily.

“If only…” I attempted as a recovery.

“Really, Jenny, you have perfect lips. They are like luscious fruit. Who could resist them?” She raised the ante.

My breathing increased all the more. I felt the eminent threat of wine peak taking me to a dangerous place. The decision was before me. I drank the remainder of the wine in my fifth glass and parried her verbal thrust.

“Why would they have to resist if they wanted them?”

“Hmm, Old world propriety? The fear of rejection? A sense of caution about how well an intention has been communicated.” She tested.

“If they were as gorgeous as you, they wouldn’t have to fear rejection.” And there it was. I had Escort Yenişehir given her everything. I had shortened the cat and mouse of complex flirtation. I had likely spoiled the fun.

Deana smiled broadly and gave me a mock look of shock.

“Miss Sorello, are you trying to seduce me?” She giggled and finished her wine.

Just then our food arrived. We spoke about my life, my college and my career, thus far. She listened, smiled and asked questions about me. When she asked my age, I told her that I was twenty-seven. She shook her head and smiled. “You look nineteen.” She appraised.

“May I ask how young you are?” I stressed the word “young”.

“You sure can, Doll. I’m 33 in December.” She cast the answer out without hesitation. So many women would have tried to explain or dodge. She was just comfortable in her own skin, as they say.

“You look nineteen…and gorgeous!” I gushed.

The naughty look returned in force, to her perfect face. She looked at my plate. I had eaten most of my meal. She asked if I would be okay sharing the limousine tonight. She explained that she had imbibed a little heavily and knew that the owner would not mind her car being here over night.

I was so excited that I couldn’t help but smile. “I would love that.”

Deana pulled a credit card from her purse and waved down the waitress. The bill paid, we texted the limo. He had never left the parking lot. We giggled as we left the restaurant and climbed into the waiting ride. Deana pressed a button on the console after a short tone. Is the bar stocked, Garrett? The voice of the chauffer came back quickly, “It is, Ma’am.”

She pressed another button and a whirring sound began to fill the interior of the limo. She pulled out some champagne, popped the top and poured two glasses. She handed me one of the glasses and raised her eyebrows.

I drank more than a sip. I was tipsy and wanted to be. She moved close to me. I would have trembled if I had been sober. As it was, the sweet liquid that was in my glass and the sweet liquid slightly below it stole away much of my hesitation.

“Jenny, would you like to stay with me tonight?” Deana asked with a slightly less confident look on her face. She hand was on my hand…and my hand was on my upper thigh. I had been straight all of my life. I had never tried another woman. I had thought about it. I had even become aroused when I saw scenes from movies involving two women…But this?

I wanted her. The one in a million chance that a woman like her wants a woman like me was too much to ignore. Her eyes were an intense sea of sexual hunger, need and pleading. I kissed her.

I didn’t just kiss her, I kissed her with all that I had in my. Her warm, sweet mouth tasted like champagne, her hot breath made my pulse sore. Her fingers ran through my hair. Her hands found the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss that made me lose all awareness of my surroundings. This wasn’t just naughty or sexy, this was good!

Deana pulled away and straightened a moment. I thought that she was having second thoughts. She tapped the intercom again.

“Garrett, home please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Came the answer.

She looked at me again for a moment, then came at me with a desire so potent that I was reclined ,completely on my back in the seat. She moved between my thighs and leaned over me. Her lips met mine in a passionate marriage of flesh. She moaned into my mouth which made my pussy throb. My nipples were erect and begging out for my affection.

She slid her hands along my waist and down to my hips. She was aggressive in just the right way. Her fingers traced the length of my legs to the end of my skirt. She surpassed that length only far enough to slip her hands under the fabric and moved back up my naked thigh. I knew that I was already dripping. I needed her fingers. I needed them now.

Expecting the caress to follow the most logical route to my waiting pussy, I breathed in sharply as she touched the thin silk of my panties. She did not touch my pussy. She came so close but she used the tips of her fingernails to gently ride the goosebumps on my thighs and hips, up and down, slowly and methodically.

“Touch me.” I demanded.

She smiled.

“Touch me, please.” I begged.

“Now, that’s more like it, Doll.” She kissed me and was about to say something when we the limo stopped.

Garrett’s deep voice boomed over the intercom, “We have arrived, Ma’am.”

Deana leaned over me farther and tapped the intercom.

“Write the tip for tonight as five hundred, Garrett, have a nice weekend.” She smiled as she turned off the intercom and added, “I know that I will!”

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John was naturally less adventurous than David was and as he was only one day into the sex games and wasn’t as comfy with it as David was. He had three more years of inhibitions to overcome too. Among those inhibitions was that siblings must never ever have sex with each other. Another was that just a gay would want to play with another boy’s prick or wanted a kid to have fun with his. John made sure he wasn’t gay and he didn’t think David was either.

John wanted David to jerk him off and he wanted to jerk his kid brother off too. If anyone ever found out they would think he was a queer and the story would spread around the school like wildfire. John knew his brother David. David never ever snitched on him even when he ‘d played tricks on him. David would never ever inform. Nobody would find out.

It had actually felt cool when David held his prick the other day and he ‘d sprung a difficult on genuine quick when David had rubbed it a few times. He may as well try it and see if jerking off felt any much better if his bro did it to him. He definitely wasn’t going to admit to his kid bro that he was the timider of the two. “Uh, fine. Why do not you get undressed and I’ll jerk you off too? I’ll inform you what. I’ll jerk you off initially, then you do it to me. I want to be able to feel what you’re doing to me without needing to think of what I’m doing to you at the same time.”

By the time John had all this out David was undressed and laying on the bed beside his brother. His 3 and a half-inch prick was standing and bobbing with his pulse. John could see the drops of pre-cum forming at the idea. He hesitantly reached over and smeared them over the head of his sibling’s prick.

David’s knees came up off the bed. John had a lot more experience at jerking off than David had. He tickled along the entire underside of David’s prick.

David’s prick was throbbing with his pulse and it was time to get down to service. He spits on his hand, made a loose circle with his fingers, and slid it up and down David’s rigid prick.

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David pumped his prick through his brother’s fist as quick as he could and he felt the cum rise in his balls. John massaged David’s prick till it was soft. David hadn’t kissed his brother in years but he sat up and did it now and to his surprise, John kissed right back.

You lie down now and I’ll jerk you off. You did things to make me feel excellent that I never attempted in the past. Rubbing my ass actually felt good I have to do that to you too.”

David’s openness and willingness to talk about what was going on loosened John as much as some degree. Obviously, absolutely nothing he might say or do was going to interrupt his kid sibling. He may also be just as open as David. He grinned at his brother again.

When he made his confession, all this didn’t stop him from blushing. “Gee, I discovered that ass bit a year ago. I started simply tickling my ass as I did to you, however later I found that it felt even much better if I pushed my finger up my ass and wiggled it around. , if you want to you can attempt that with me some time.. Simply damp your finger with spit and stick it as much as my ass. I’ll do it to you next time. It feels truly cool. I like it.”

David started the same way his sibling had. He smeared a few of the pre-cum over the head of John’s cock. He liked the feel of his sibling’s big prick. He ran his fingers around the head of his prick and his bro shivered. David understood he was making John feel great which made him feel good.

He tickled the area under the pisshole and continued down the underside till he concerned John’s balls. David avoided over them and ran his finger up and down his bro’s ass fracture. What would happen when he pushed a finger up John’s ass.

David wet his finger and pushed it up his brother’s tight ass. John’s prick pulsed and to David’s surprise; spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble; the cum shot from John’s prick. David continued the prostate massage, even though he didn’t know that’s what it was up until his sibling’s prick was flaccid.

John had actually never ever brought his experiments with his ass that far. He was simply as stunned as his brother was. “Oh, wow, David!

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David was willing to try anything. You do it to me now then I’ll jerk you off once again as soon as your prick gets hard.”

David put down on the bed and lifted his hips. John stuck his middle finger in his mouth, damp it, and placed it gradually up David’s ass. David wiggled. It felt funny however it felt excellent too. In and out, John pumped his finger and rubbed David’s prostate. David’s hips came farther and further off the bed. It was cool.

David’s ass contracted. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; David shot another load through the air.

” Wow! I never ever did feel anything like that before. I need to try that one myself sometime. Your prick is hard, I wish to jerk you off the regular way so I can see what my prick will seem like when it grows as big as yours is. Lay back on the bed and let me do it.”

John was ready. He desired to feel his bro’s hand fondling his prick. One thing he wanted to find out, without letting David understand he was doing it, as if his brother’s orgasm tasted the very same as he did.

Because it was so nasty, he didn’t understand how he could attempt that without his brother seeing and he was scared it might scare his sibling. He had actually been consuming his own cum for many years and the only thing he didn’t like about letting David and Crista watch him jerk off was the truth he could not let them see him do it. He liked eating his cum and believed it was a terrible waste cleansing it up with a heap of Kleenex.

David sat cross-legged in between his brother’s legs and smiled back at his bro as he rubbed the pre-cum into the head of John’s prick for the second time. He enjoyed this as much as he took pleasure in being jerked off. He spits on his hand, got John’s prick in the other, and rubbed the palm of his spit slick turn over the suggestion.

He worked for his hand down his brother’s prick at the same time squeezing and unwinding his fingers. He tickled John’s balls with his other hand as he pumped up and down on the difficult shaft of his bros prick. This time he moved very gradually to make the neat sensation last as long as possible.

David used every technique he understood to make his prick feel good. He made a loose ring with his thumb and forefinger and pumped it so it just brushed the flange of John’s prick head. He wanted to do the best task he might on his sibling. The neat sensation slowly builds up and John pumped his prick through his brother’s hand much faster and quicker. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble: another load of cum appeared from his prick. David gently rubbed John’s shrinking prick up until he lost him hard on.

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Welcome back for another double-fisted dose of the world's favorite passtime!  In this issue we discuss great moments in public wanking in "the Masturbation Hall of Fame",  and as always, we cover two new self-pleasure techniques in "Diff'rent Strokes"!  Everything a sexually conscious person without a shame complex could want!

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Sato "the Champ" Masanobu How could this list be complete without a mention of the world champion?  This man completed a marathon in 2010 to determine the most proficient masturbator.  His winning time clocked in at 9hrs 58min.  He credits his use of the Tenga, a device designed with 10 variations of use to keep him going for so long.  He also credits the wonderful support of his family, which isn't creepy at all...

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The Pressure Play This method uses a pleasurable but forceful squeeze to increase blood pressure in the head of the penis, resulting in a dramatic inflation and superficial "bruising".  If done intermittently for several minutes the method produces a violent discharge paired with temporary narcolepsy.  Do not use this method while operating motor vehicles or other heavy machinery.

The MacGyver Method  This method was developed by home masturbation enthusiasts in the 1980's that were inspired by the diy antics of mullet hero, MacGyver.  The application of a small dollop of lube at the base of the shaft acts as an electrical conduit for a simple 9 volt battery.  Advanced techniques include the substitution of lithium ion batteries and a steel rod to induce "head sparking".

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Part One

I was in the middle of performing a leg hold, posing, while my friend Ami took a picture, or should I say a few hundred pictures in the hope that one of them would be suitable for all of my different social media accounts, when I saw him for the first time, he was around six foot tall, white but sporting a summer holiday tan, fairly broad, tempting deep brown eyes and a (in a not sure this is a compliment for a man way) really cute, almost innocent, look about him.

It was one of those moments that seemed to take a lot longer than it actually lasted for, maybe because I replayed it in my mind so many times since, or maybe because it took so long to develop that this starting point seemed so significant to me.

“I’ve got the perfect picture now Charlotte,” I was snapped out of my trance by Ami.

The mystery man had appeared behind Ami, seen me, looked a bit embarrassed and then continued left, away from my personal photographer. Except he wasn’t quite such a mystery, he had a Staff lanyard on, which told me he obviously worked at the university, although he looked young enough to have just graduated and could even have passed as a student himself.

I (Charlotte) was an undergraduate student at Manchester University studying Biology but I had joined a dance class with my friend Ami who was studying Economics. She lived in student halls, in the flat opposite me. We had met in Fresher’s Week and got on really well as we shared a number of interests. One of these was dancing and we had been doing rehearsals for the first term in preparation for our Christmas show. I was wearing festive red tights, a short pleated green tennis skirt and a red tank top that revealed my bare mid riff, flat stomach and pierced navel, with tinsel in my pig-tailed hair since this was a Christmas dance show.

I have been described as having a model physique with long slender legs, a perfect little arse, tiny waist, small breasts with perky nipples, high cheek bones and striking blue eyes. I have long, straight brunette hair that I usually wear down, apart from occasions such as this when I’m dancing. Unfortunately, despite people telling me this description of myself, I don’t have the self-confidence to go with it, certainly not with people I don’t know and it takes me a while to be comfortable with anyone.

One consequence of this was that I hadn’t made a big group of friends at university, I had a boyfriend from my hometown so I wasn’t interested in the approaches of pissed up rugby boys and I’d been making trips home nearly every other weekend.

Ami was my best friend at university and dancing was the only real interest I had outside of my studying at university. I was really looking forward to the performance tonight and I wanted to capture a picture of the moment so that at least on my social media it might look as though I’d achieved something in my first term at university. It was during this that I’d seen my mystery man.

Even though I had a boyfriend at the time, seeing him, as I was posing, stirred something inside of me. I could feel a fluttering, even though my glance had been so fleeting.

“There’s some good ones here,” said Ami as she ran through the camera roll.

I composed myself and asked her, “did you see that man as you were taking my photo? He was so cute.”

She hadn’t.

But I found myself feeling a way about someone that sparked something inside of me. Obviously I didn’t have a lot to go on with reference to who he actually was. I was in a big city, in a big university and a member of staff at the university where I was a student inadvertently crashed my photoshoot and made his way into my head.

The show went well and afterwards us dancers had arranged to go for a meal in a Thai restaurant. I wasn’t all that comfortable in a big groups such as this, there were about fifteen of us, and I’d find myself fading in the background and getting myself worked up about not seeming to be able to enter the conversation at the right time.

When we’d finished eating, one of the girls suggested we go to a nearby cocktail bar but I wanted to head back to my halls.

Ami tried to persuade me not to, “it’s nearly Christmas Charlotte, just come for one.”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “I’m getting the train home tomorrow morning.”

Then Ami convinced me, “you never know, Charlotte, your mystery man might be out as well.”

That was enough for me and with a glint in my eye, I agreed, “Okay, just the one though.”

Well, one drink soon became five and I was certainly feeling the effects. I was really starting to let myself go and I was getting on really well with the other girls.

As we made our way to the dance floor, we inevitably attracted the eyes of some men on their office Christmas party.

By this stage, there were ten girls aged between nineteen and twenty-one, drunk and members of a dance class on a night out. To most people, this wouldn’t have come as much of a surprise istanbul escort but as I said earlier I hadn’t convinced myself of this at this stage.

Then my heart stopped, I caught a glimpse of my mystery man from earlier, I suddenly felt that same urge in my body from earlier. I had a boyfriend at home but he didn’t make me feel like this. I composed myself, full of Dutch courage I thought this might be my chance so I made my way to the bar he was facing, I thought I could get a drink and maybe catch his eye and I didn’t really know what would happen from there.

With a deep breath, I left the dance floor and approached the part of the bar he was standing at, heart in mouth, but then he turned his head. It wasn’t him, my face dropped and he must have wondered what was going on as my pre-prepared smile dropped to the floor. I re-directed myself to the ladies where I ran into Ami and explained to her what had happened.

“Never mind,” she said, “it’s great to see you out and you never know about the next place we go to after this.”

We re-joined our girls on the dance floor, Ceri, a tall girl from Wales with an amazing set of legs herself was dancing with two men in suits and she was teasing one of them by pulling him towards her by his tie, then pushing him back and doing the same with the other.

My friend Ami, who is shorter than me, blonde with blue eyes and amazing breasts joined her and it wasn’t long before they were both grinding up against the two men and kissing them. They all seemed to be getting really into it and I must admit I was a bit turned on by it myself just watching them.

As I’ve found to be the case anywhere with alcohol, men and dancing, it isn’t long before a woman on her own is approached by a drunk man and sure enough a young black man started dancing behind me and was gradually getting closer to me. I’ve never kissed a black man before and the sight of the other two girls engaged in passionate kissing resulted in a wicked thought running through my mind and I leaned back into him, his hands on my waist, making their way to my arse, he kissed me on my neck.

“What’s your name beautiful?” said the black man.

I love being kissed on my neck, the thought ran through my mind of turning round and kissing him then my boyfriend popped into my head.

I said to the black man, “Charlotte,” I replied with a soft groan, but then added, “sorry, I’ve got a boyfriend.”

He replied “I don’t care,” and placed his strong hands on my arse cheek feeling the full curve as he ran his hand over it.

I then said “I need the to use the ladies,” as I broke away from him and made my way there.

Once I’ve had a drink I do actually need to piss quite regularly, so this wasn’t a lie. When I came back though I was sure that I would seek him out again.

Was I really about to cheat on my boyfriend? Kissing isn’t cheating I told myself. That was all I was going to do when I got back on the dance floor. I was going to enjoy myself like the other girls and have a snog with someone who wasn’t my boyfriend.

That was all.

No sex.

I checked my phone and saw I had a message from my boyfriend.

“Work has been awful this week. Can’t wait to see u x Sam x”

That jolted me back to reality. I sent Ami a message to let her know I was leaving and got a taxi to take me back to my halls of residence.

As I got into bed, on my own, I reflected on what a night it had been: new friends, mystery man, so many possibilities for the new year but for now it was back to my hometown and back to my boyfriend. That last bit didn’t excite me much anymore. It was the thought of the mystery man that helped me get myself off as I slid my fingers down my body, touching my neck where it had been kissed, squeezing my hardened nipples before slipping my fingers into my wet cunt.

I was constantly being told I was attractive and had even been scouted to be a model. I’d done a test shoot for a photographer and everyone said how great I looked, my long legs would “really take me places in this industry” but I was far from convinced. I lacked self belief and despite being told I would be “fighting off the boys” I really wasn’t.

When people talked to me, I knew what I wanted to say but it just wouldn’t come out. My first term at university hadn’t been great but I’d built a really good friendship with Ami and my last night of term hinted at what I hoped would be a better future.

I’d met my boyfriend Sam a year before I went to university. He was older than me and really clever. He’d got into university on a scholarship for Maths but he couldn’t handle being away from home and he never really fitted in with his peers so he left after the first term – the equivalent time for me at the moment .

Sam came back to his hometown and got a job in the kitchen of the restaurant where I had a part-time job as a waitress. It wasn’t really a suitable job avcılar escort for someone as clever as him but as he was in the background it meant that at least he didn’t have to interact with customers and he was able to earn some money. I got to know him and as he was so very quiet, in a way this suited me because I didn’t have to worry about being tongue tied with him.

He read a lot in his breaks and I asked him about what he was reading and eventually we ended up as a couple.

Looking back on it, I’m amazed that either of us managed to get into this position of being in a relationship since we were both lacking in self confidence and weren’t very outgoing. Also, looks wise he wasn’t exactly my type – not particularly sporty but not overweight, he was the male equivalent of the ‘plain Jane.’

I overheard people making reference to him “punching” but he filled a hole, quite literally in fact as I lost my virginity to him and he was the only man I’d had sex with.

The sex wasn’t particularly exciting and I had to work hard to get myself off (with my own helping hand) at times but it met my needs at the time in terms of curiosity.

Apart from kissing he was the first person who fingered me, I’d wanked off, sucked his cock, he’d gone down on me and finally we’d had sex.

Beyond it being my first time, it wasn’t particularly memorable but I’d done it, it made me feel more womanly and since neither he nor I were in the position of attracting (or in my case getting) another partner it was regular sex.

I was at university but I was coming home nearly every other weekend, although with the preparation for the dance competition I hadn’t for the past three weeks. On my previous trips back home for the weekend we’d usually sit in some kind of near silence before we had our average sex.

But he was loyal to me, he was totally devoted and I was grateful for him but as I sat on the train home that Saturday morning after my first term at university, I wasn’t excited to see him again. As I sat and watched the world go by out of the window, listening to music on my headphones, I drifted off to sleep quite easily as I’d had a late night last night with the dance girls.

I woke up with a smile, having had one of those dreams that I wished was real. I dreamt that I was dancing with a man, who I thought was the black man, but as I turned around it was actually mystery man from before the dance show, the man who worked for the university who saw me posing for the picture taken by Ami from before the show.

I dreamt that he kissed me in the way I wish Sam would kiss me. In the dream, we ‘d agreed to go back to his but then…it was the tannoy announcing my stop. I was awake, I wasn’t going back to my mystery man, I was going to be reunited with my boyfriend who I was thinking I really didn’t want to be my boyfriend anymore.

I checked my phone and saw missed calls and text messages from my boyfriend asking me:

“How are you?”

“Can’t wait to see you again”

“So looking forward to spending Christmas with you”

I apologised, told him I’d been asleep, omitted the detail of dreaming about how another man was going to take me back to his, I’d suck his cock and let him fuck me for the rest of the night.

When I was back at my house, I found out why he was so keen to make sure I was coming back. The reason he’d had such an awful week at work was because he’d worked so many extra hours in the kitchen to earn more money because he had booked a luxurious hotel for the night. I felt awful that he’d done all this for me as I’d been dreaming of other men.

I looked at the hotel website and it looked incredible. I looked in my wardrobe to pick out my outfit and saw a short white dress that I’d worn to a family wedding in the summer. I thought about wearing tights but then I thought back to last night and how sexy the girls in Manchester looked on our night out with short skirts and no tights. I had a black thong that I checked didn’t show through the white dress because the dress was thick enough enough for it not to show. Because of this, I was brave enough not to wear a bra.

I’ve got small breasts but perky bullet nipples that go hard at the merest hint of a chill and as it was December, it was guaranteed to be cold but I was confident they wouldn’t show, so I went braless. I wore black heels and a black coat to cover my bare arms. I put on my silver necklace and earrings and sprayed my perfume.

I went downstairs with my overnight bag and did a twirl for my mum.

“You look amazing Charlotte, you have such an incredible figure. You definitely should have been a model. Those lovely long legs of yours and silky smooth long hair. I hope Sam knows just how lucky he is.”

I know your Mum has to say these things even if I’d worn a bin bag but the thoughts of last night and the eyes (and hands) that were on me definitely helped to grow my confidence.

There was a knock şirinevler escort on the door and it was Sam to collect me. He made some awkward small talk with my Mum and my Dad as he also appeared. I could tell Sam had made an effort, he was smartly dressed and obviously this hotel and meal was expensive but I wasn’t attracted to him in the same way I was to mystery Man, who I was rapidly creating stories about in my fantasy world, the things I’d do to him and vice versa.

We got to the hotel, checked in, put our overnight bags in the room and headed downstairs again to eat at the restaurant. It was lovely and I could tell from the menu, very expensive.

It became clear quite early on that there was a wedding reception at the hotel as well. Guests came in and out of the main room, I caught a glimpse of the bride and her beautiful dress. The band started playing. As we were finishing our desserts, we could hear fireworks and we went outside to get a better view.

It was romantic but I was cold, I led back into Sam and I felt a pang of guilt but then I remembered that I hadn’t actually done anything last night and a dream about someone else isn’t cheating. We made our way back to our room and I thought he’s not so bad after all. I gave him a kiss in the lift up to the room and I could feel his erection grown through his suit trousers.

Our room was lovely and the bathroom had a big old fashioned bath and Sam that that he’d run one for me. As he was doing this I got some drinks from the mini-bar and poured us each a gin and tonic. I then realised that I’d left my handbag downstairs, it must have been when we were watching the fireworks. I went into the bathroom to tell Sam to find him stripped down to one of the hotel bathrobes. Being a gentleman he offered to get it for me but as I was still dressed I said it would be quicker for me to go now.

I was relieved to get down to the outdoor area and see my handbag exactly where I thought it must have been. I checked it still had my phone and purse in. With another sigh of my own relief, I then heard another type of sigh.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” moaned a grey haired man sitting on one of the benches.

“I want to give you a good blowjob but you’re going to have to be quieter,” replied one of the bridesmaids as she was kneeling in front of him sucking and pumping his cock.

It was December and it was cold, but this older man was putting Sam’s cock to shame.

The bridesmaid was still in her dress but squatting down in front of the lucky man. They were facing each other so I was out of their line of vision, side on.

They stopped, I froze, but they didn’t see me.

They’d stopped so that the grey haired man could pull down the bridesmaid’s dress to reveal a perfect set of breasts. Much bigger than my perky set of 34Bs.

I couldn’t see if she had a pierced navel as her dress wasn’t far enough down. I could see that her two perfect breasts were both pierced as they shimmered in the light. The couple kissed and then she returned to his cock. Sucking all the way down, she moved her head back and did a circle with her tongue over the tip of his cock, locking her eyes on his.

She then put her right hand on his cock and licked all the way down the shaft to his balls before working her way back up his cock and doing another circle.

The big cock, the pierced nipples, the perfect breasts and the amazing cock sucking action got me really turned on.

With my eyes fixed on the bridesmaid and the grey haired man I lent back on the bench, licked my fingers on my right hand and traced a line over my short white dress squeezing my rock hard nipples through the material, making my way to the hem where I realised I needn’t have licked my fingers as I was soaking wet.

I started to tease my clit, the view, the alcohol and thoughts of the night before filling my head. I then brought my left hand down but as I moved my leg forwards it knocked a glass causing it to skid along the concrete. I rapidly stood up and made my way inside not stopping to glance back at the bridesmaid and her man on the bench.

Flustered, I made my way back to my hotel room via the lift.

I couldn’t recall how long I’d been and I knew I needed to think of a story to account for my time to Sam.

Although I had regular sex with Sam, we didn’t talk about it much, so I wasn’t sure that I could discuss how turned on I was by watching a live blowjob.

I was only four floors up but we stopped on the second floor and two men appeared at the lift door, they both looked in their mid-thirties.

“Going down?” asked one of them.

“Yes,” I blurted out, still not thinking straight.

As they got in, I corrected myself, “sorry, I meant up, think I’ve had too much to drink.”

“Too late now,” one of the men replied, “and anyway we don’t mind accompanying a girl like you anyway.”

As I glanced at the men, one of them reminded me of the man outside getting his cock sucked by an expert. I was still being a bit turned on as well.

“Have you been at the wedding?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I replied, before correcting myself again, “no, I meant no, I just meant I’d seen the wedding fireworks,” as the words coming out of my mouth once again didn’t correlate with the thoughts in my head.

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