Todd’s erotic surprise in the art gallery

“You are not going out in that?” Jody asked, condescendingly “It’s the opening night, I need you looking your best” she continued “Just – just don’t let me down. This is important, gosh!”
“I’m not wearing that fucking turtle-neck top – I’ll put on a suit, but I’m not wearing that turtle-neck, or a fucking tie”
“Fine. Just change out of those ridiculous jeans. You look like a tradesman”
“I am a fucking tradie. And every weekend you drag me to these fucking art exhibitions filled with wankers who verbally masturbate over the most talentless art. My first year apprentice has more art talent then half of those wankers. In five years, have you even gone to the game with me once? No – not even once!” I stormed back to the bedroom to put on something ‘more appropriate”. Fuck, I was sick of these art things. At least tonights was in the big city gallery and there would be free booze. At least I could get shitfaced.

The taxi ride in to town was an angry silence.
“So what is this exhibition about?” I asked, trying to show interest
“Oh it is this fabulous photographer – Jean-Luc is the name I think, from Quebec. The a new exhibition – is opening night tonight. I have heard Jean-Luc often daring, exploring the human condition. Imagine what fucking someone like that would be – a mixture of body, mind and spirit! ” Jody’s excitement quickly became white noise as she practically orgasmed over the creative Jean-Luc.

Arriving at the gallery, Jody grabbed my arm.
“Todd, please, behave” she tried her cutesy look on me
“If I don’t, I pay for it for a week later”
Cutesy was quickly replaced by anger “Just fucking behave, ok!” Jody snapped.

I’ll have to admit, the City Gallery was a pretty sweet building. Some of the stuff was kind of interesting. Plus, an open bar, and the waitresses were usually hot. Stepping out of the cab, Jody’s persona suddenly changed from evil, condescending bitch to sweet, air-kissing, darling talking art enthusiast. The turn around never ceased to amaze me.

Feigning togetherness, Jody took my arm as we ascended the grand steps of the gallery. Producing the invite, two tuxedoed burly guards welcomed us in. The grand marble-and-stone foyer was filled with the cities art wankery at its finest. Sipping champagne, eating disgusting canapés, laughing, admiring Jean-Luc’s obscure photographs. Jody made a bee-line to her usual art crowd, I made a bee-line to the bar.

Busy waiters poured endless flutes of champagne. The art wankers got increasingly loud. Speeches were given intermittently. Across the bar, I noticed her. I took another sip of my beer and rubbed my eyes – a hot, non lesbian looking woman in the art gallery on an opening night? Doing a double take – yes! Dressed in a figure hugging black dress, her uber-long, shiny dark hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. A hint of black eye-liner widened her already stunning eyes, rouge on her cheeks animated her cheeky grin. Twirling a toothpicked olive in her martini, I tried to forbid myself from staring. If Jody spotted me spotting the beautiful lady – let’s just say there would have been blood! Staring down into my rapidly emptying glass, conventional wisdom kicked in and it was time to explore the gallery. Resting my glass back on the ceramic coaster, I looked up to catch one more glance of the beauty – but she had gone! Doing a quick 360, she was not to be seen. I texted Jody “Going to check out a few of the exhibitions, SMS when you want to go”

Feeling a little tipsy and happy about my earlier eye-fuck, I seemed to glide through the galleries. Away from the crowd, a secluded theatrette beamed out a history of avant-garde in Paris. The long bench seats looked comfy and I was tired, so it seemed a perfect place to escape from the usual hum of the gallery.

Not five minutes had passed when I felt a presence… the silhouette of a woman started to glide towards me. Re-focusing – fuck – it was her! The girl from the bar! Sitting up straight on the bench-like seat, I was surprised that first she was here, and second she felt comfortable sitting next to me!

Sitting in absolute silence for perhaps a minute, electricity came over me as I felt her hand on my leg. Nothing spoken. Nothing said. Just her warm hand on my leg. Turning in to her, like magic, my hand quickly made its way to her porcelain-perfect face. Our lips met, she kissed like I have not been kissed in many moons. My god it was good. She smelled of sweet perfume, I felt the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts on my forearm as she breathed
“Pull me close” she whispered in my ear
Wrapping my arm around her I found myself drawing her up so we stood next to each other. In the darkness of the theatrette, I wrapped my arms around her body. She kissed me harder, passionately, lustfully, erotically. Her hands ran over my face, over my shoulders. I pushed her against the carpeted wall of the room. She untucked my shirt, running her hands over my skin – up to my nipples. Over my chest. Down my tummy. Across my belt. Down the front of my legs. She bowed into me, gyrating over my hard cock, pressing in. She grabbed my hands and guided them over her black dress, making sure my hands squeezed her breasts hard. Fuck, they felt so good. I kissed down her cleavage, aching to bite her nipples, only to be thwarted by her bra. I squeezed her breasts, she gasped in absolute pleasure, begging for more. I pushed her harder into the wall, pulling up her dress, running my hands up her silky-smooth legs. I felt her unzip my pants and draw out my throbbing cock. The only thing separating us was the lace from her thong. I slipped my fingers down the front of her thong, feeling her well-manicured pussy, wet, hot, pushing on me. Her head fell into my chest as I played with her, my shirt muffling her sounds of sheer ecstasy as my fingers circled her moisten flesh.

She pulled me towards her, into her, my cock easily slid into her. “Fuck me hard” she whispered in my ear “Hard” she repeated. I needed no encouragement, thrusting into her, fuck, holding her waist close to mine, pulling her in, feeling her hands around my ass. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed up. Whispering ‘yes yes yes yes yes’, I found myself shuddering with her, an incredible release waving across my body.

Sitting back on the bench seats, in the dark, she again turned to me. Giving me one last kiss, she simply whispered ‘thank you’ and walked off.

The projector finished rattling off its history of avant-garde. My phone vibrated. “Jean-Luc is giving his final speech – can u join me?” Jody texted. Gaining my bearings, I found my way back to the main gallery, just in time to catch the start of the speech. Looking up at the podium I focused on Jean-Luc. Focusing again, I was expecting a man. The MC introduced the famed photographer to the stage “Jean Lucy Bordain, otherwise known as Jean-Luc, let’s make her feel very welcome!” Gracing the stage, a glimmer of excitement returned to my eye. I just fucked Jean-Luc, and I’m sure it was better then Jody could of ever imagined.

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Danny remembers his first love

“Grandpa” asked my inquisitive young grandson “Who’s that woman here” he pointed at the grainy black and white photograph “She’s pretty!” he squirmed. It sure was lovely to look through these old photo albums. I pulled both the boy and the photo closer, pulling up my glasses. I knew exactly who she was. She was Annelise. She was the girl next door
“Grandpa, who is it?” his big brown eyes begged for an answer “It cant be Granny because Granny didn’t have that colour hair!” his 4 year old logic instructed me
“Benny, that is my old neighbour, Annelise. We were best friends all through school!” I responded, finding myself feel a wave of sadness and regret flow over me “Now Benny, Grandpa is going outside for his pipe and glass of whiskey – you know that Granny wont let me smoke in here!” I tried to joke “You just stay here, I’ll be back soon and we can look at more photographs.

Walking outside, I picked up my snuff pouch and pipe and decanted some whiskey into my favourite glass. Along the way, I caught a reflection of myself in the mirror. Could I be that same dashing young man in those age-old photographs? The screen door creaked as it opened, the spring ensuring it snapped back with equal volume. Listening to my body, my feet shuffled down the weathered veranda, to my chair. My one pleasure – my pipe and my whiskey keep me company as I drift back to those times, the warm summer wind reminding me of a time long ago. Before too long, my glass was empty and my pipe hung precariously from my lips, held in only by the skin of my false teeth. I was no longer on that back porch – I was back in the suburbs, back many a decade ago at the sunrise of my life – my time with Annelise.

We had grown up together, born a week apart in the same hospital. Our mothers sewed together. Our fathers worked and drank together. Every living memory of the first 18 years of my life involved her. School. Summer holidays. Winter holidays. The Easter show. The Flicks. Milkshakes at Dempsy’s Milkbar. Running away from Principal Collins. Firecrakers on New Years Eve. Getting drunk for the first time at her sister’s wedding.

If only I knew how she felt.

When I got my first car, she was the one I picked up. I remember it like it was yesterday, this old jalopy of a car, three on the tree, impossible to park, but it was our ticket to freedom. Straight to the beach we went, her mother packed us sandwiches and lemonade. It was the first time I touched her, rubbing the suntan lotion into her white skin. I was scared to touch her – silly I know, but oh so exciting. I still remember her hands on my back as she returned the favour, I remember those strange feelings of long ago. Splashing in the water, drinking icy-cold coke-cola’s from the beach pavilion, walking on the rocks at dusk. On the way home, she told me she loved me. I told her I loved her, but I didn’t know what either of us ment.

In senior year she came over one night. Her parents had an almighty row, my dad had to go over and throw her dad out, God he was a violent drunk. Annelise was never the same after that, just with her mum. She slept in my bed and just wanted me to hold her. I never wanted to let her go, my beauty, my darling. Sometimes she would visit her dad and she’d come back all scared and crying. She never talked about it. I wish I talked about it. I wish I could have made it all better, stopped her from going, but I didn’t. Not a whisper. She would just come over and cry and cry. She’d ask me if she was beautiful and if I loved her – “of course she is and of course I do” was all I responded, again, not knowing what she ment. “We should get away from here, Danny” she would plead, so I took her to the Heads. She always loved it up there, she told me she felt free there, like nothing else mattered – just her and the ocean below. I told her she was strange and she’d laugh at me.

Of course, it was not all sad – to the contrary. Driving in my car. The beach. The rainforest. Smoking. Kissing on my backseat at the drive-in. Dancing to rock and roll music at the school disco. Sneaking out. Sneaking in.

I remember the first time we made love. It was after the Spring Fair, we held hands all night and kissed on the Ferris Wheel. She told me again that she loved me and she never wanted to leave me, I responded in time. God I wish I knew then what I knew now. I remember awkwardly fumbling my way around her trembling body, the thrill, the closeness, the fear, the excitement. I remember her tears afterwards, her holding me tight, her curling in a ball with my arms around her. She told me I was the only person in the whole world she felt safe with.

She worked at the co-op with all the linen and dresses and things, her uniform was pink with a white apron, and a pin-cushion that was fastened to her wrist. I used to watch her measure out the fabric for her customers and cut it with her big shears all in one go. “Danny one day I’ll make beautiful clothes and people from all around will come and buy them from me” she would say, dreaming about the future “And our children will have lovely clothes all the time, and you will be the best daddy there ever was”. I told her that she was so funny and the subject always seemed to close.

When the war was declared, I did as all the men did and enlisted. My mother cried, but Annelise cried even more. She begged me not to leave, begged me to stay. “I’ll be back, I promise” I kept reassuring her kissing her beautiful face, holding her close. I was 18 and stupid. God I was stupid. If only I could go back. If only I could be with her again.

After being away for a year, her letters stopped. I wrote maybe a dozen times, but no response. I called my mum once but she couldn’t say what happened, and kinda went all quiet.

I wrote to her before I came home on R&R. Rounding the street I saw a new car in her driveway – I wondered if her mum had re-married and they got a new car! I could not wait to see her, to give her the things I bought her, to hug her one last time. Ignoring my own home, I raced up to her door
“Annelise, Annelise, I’m home”
A young lady came to the door, but it was not her. At that moment, I heard my mum sing out to me
“Danny, Danny you’d better come home”. Her words still rung into my ear
The young lady in Annelise’s door just said “Sorry Sir, but she don’t live here no more”

I felt it well up in me. I felt the cold. The ice. The emptiness. I don’t know what happened, expect just crying into my mothers arms
“Why mum why?” is all I remember hearing myself yell “I could have saved her. I should have come home. I don’t believe you, she is just at her house, I am sure of it mum, I’m sure of it”

Standing on those cliffs where we had visited many a time before, I knew she was there with me. I felt her final moves, I felt her plunge to freedom. Her escape from her wicked father. From her torment. Her anger. Her shame and guilt. I just wish I could save her – but she had saved herself, from herself.

I just wanted to see her one last time. I remember then that it would be a long time until I crossed over to the other side, until I saw my Annelise again. I could feel that cool ocean breeze whisk across the ocean. I could feel her free spirit smile, so far away, so free. I knew it was time for my spirit to be set free.

I could sense people around me, shaking me, calling out my name. I heard their impassioned calls to revive me, to bring me back. But it was too late, it was my time now. I had lived a good life, a moral life. I love my family, my wife, my children and grandchildren. I knew now, I was drifting away. I could see my smiling Annelise, I could see she was free. She was happy. I was free.

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Lacey gets rough with her hysband

Lacey checked her calendar. April 16th – her wedding anniversary. Had it almost been 10 years? Looking at her family photo, she admired her beautiful children and handsome husband. On the outside, she had it all. Her man, Gary, loved her and supported her. He worked hard and provided a wonderful life for her and the children. They lived in a nice house in a safe neighbourhood, went to a good church and had well behaved children. It was a lovely life, but over the years, that spark in Gary had gone out. Lacey tried – God she tried to get it back – nice romantic dinners, lingerie, weekends away. It was all lovely and she knew Gary loved it – but he was just – lost. He was always too quick to agree with her, to go along with whatever she wanted. He avoided conflict at almost all costs. He used to be so – so masculine, so macho. It all seems to have disappeared somewhere somehow along the way.

Looking at the calendar and flipping through some papers in Gary’s office, she smiled as she saw he had booked a romantic night away for their anniversary, at the Vineyard Estate in the country. It was where they had their honeymoon all those years ago. Perched on the foothills, it was splendidly romantic. Each villa had an open fireplace, a huge spa, sweeping views of the vineyards, more wine then anyone could drink, a fantastic chef and deliciously comfy kind-sized beds. If nothing else, it would be wonderful just to get away for a bit.

That evening, she acted surprised when Gary broke the news of their romantic anniversary getaway. A glint in his eyes gave her hope that there was still a connection there – some warmth, some type of the old crazy Gary that she used to know. Happily, she only had to wait two weeks for their getaway. In preparation, she did all the usual things – a ‘wax’, a new nighty – red silk, just like Gary liked, a massage to relax her, some nice bath salts for the spa.

Gary was edgy and quiet over the next two weeks – he was under a lot of pressure at work, with a big project due, plus he was going for a new promotion. He always just seemed pre-occupied, not giving her his full attention, not wanting to make love or even hold her. She longed to comfort him, to be with him. Was he having an affair? Was it something else? She tried to keep her concerns to a minimum, supporting her man, trying to create a nice atmosphere for their weekend away. She had always been a supportive, loving wife and promised that she would never give him any reason to stray.

The weekend away had finally arrived. Gary had calmed down a little, his project finished and he had thankfully got the promotion. At least it would mean he would not be travelling as much anymore. Lacey looked forward to having him at home more often. Gary’s parents came to watch the children for the weekend. The weather forecast rains and storms – Lacey tried to stay positive, commenting that they can still have just as much fun indoors as they could outdoors. Gary quickly agreed, as he usually did, his mind seemed a hundred miles away. She put her hand on his as he drove, her body aching for him to share some warmth with him. He held her hand, but it all seemed like he was going through the motions.

The drive continued, mostly in silence. The occasional comment was made, but there was no evident excitement from Gary about their weekend away.

“Gary, what is going on? What is really going on?” Lacey snapped as they pulled into the driveway of the Vineyard “We are not going anywhere until you tell me what is wrong. You are just not yourself. I’m trying to support you Gary, honestly, but this silence – this distance – what is it? Is it me? Do you have another woman? Have you lost your job?”
Gary sighed and slumped in his chair, gripping the wheel
“I dunno – I’m sorry Lacey, I have not been myself” was all that Gary resolved to say
“Is that all?” Lacey’s disappointment with his response was evident
“Look can we just get out of this car and into the room?” Gary’s annoyed tone mumbled
Lacey’s body language said it all, grabbing her bag, getting out of the car and slammed the door as she tried, in vein, to escape the rain. Gary followed quickly after her.

The room was lovely and warm, the fire had already been kindled and lit and let of a warm glow. In silence, they changed into evening clothes, ready for dinner. Thankfully the walk to the restaurant was all under cover They commented on the weather, the children, the lovely food. But it was all superficial. They may of well been strangers.

After dinner, Gary slumped in his chair, looking satisfied yet unhappy. They walked back to their room, not holding hands, not talking.

“Gary, just talk to me. I don’t care what it is. I don’t care what you have done, what you are angry at, anything. I just need a reaction out of you. Gary, where have you gone? I need you – I need you more then you can imagine” Lacey pleaded as soon as the door was locked. Still, nothing from Gary
“Please darling, tell me, or I swear, this will be our last anniversary” Lacey laid down her ultimatum
“I just need something from you – I don’t need you to be a hero, I don’t need you to be strong and silent. I want the old Gary back, the fun, crazy, loud, dangerous Gary” she grabbed his hands, looking into his weary, tired eyes. She felt a pulse in his wrist. It was getting stronger. She saw the pulse in his throat. Muscles began to embolden.

“Lacey, I just cant keep it in” Gary was trying to censor himself
“Just let it out darling”
“Lacey, fuck it. I just feel trapped. I’m trying to be strong for you. I’m trying not to complain. I’m trying to be the man of the house, organising shit, supporting you and the children financially, being there, coming home to put them to bed, being home on the weekend. I’m trying my fucking best…”
A tear welled in Lacey’s eye
“Darling, please, just let me know..” she was stopped mid-sentence
“What fucking went wrong? Where did we go wrong?” his tone was getting stronger “Y’know they tell you to do all this – all this shit – what is it all for? I just want you and the children to be happy”
“But we are, darling – you do a wonderful job”
“Lacey you just don’t fucking understand it – I want to be a man again, not stuck in some shitty office, working for some dickhead who is dumber and younger and more qualified then me. I’m sick of being nice, of not arguing, of not being allowed to have an opinion”
“But Gary, I desperately want to know what you think”
“But what if you don’t like it? What if you don’t want to hear that I hate golf on Saturdays, or I hate the colour of our new kitchen, or I hate being so goddammed nice all the time”
“I need to know, Gary – we need to argue, we need to talk. That’s what being married is about – it’s not ment to always be nice”
“Lacey, I’ve tried so hard to be good, nice. But I’m over it. I don’t want boring. I don’t want nice. I don’t want nice anything. I want to be that crazy guy again” Gary was half pleading, half declaring
A warmth came over Lacey – she had not seen this side of Gary for a long time. This passion, this anger, this masculinity. She loved it, she loved hearing how he was feeling. She loved his power coming out
“What else, Gary?”
“Lacey, I want you”
That was all she needed to hear. She felt herself getting hot- very hot. Bit her bottom lip
“Why should I give myself to you, Gary, after all you have just said?”
She could almost see the blood pulse in his veins. She could see his strong chest start to beat hard
“I don’t think I gave you a choice in the matter, Lacey” he commanded.
‘oh fuck’ Lacey told herself ‘I have so wanted this’

Gary stepped towards her and pushed her on the bed, she loved the raw, unadulterated power surge through him onto her. Falling on the bed, he dived on her, ripping the dress from her chest, then holding her hands hard above her head. He had this wild, sexy, angry look about him, like every part of him needed her, and her alone. Her femininity, her body, her desire. He craved it. The beast within wanted her. She could think of nothing sexier. His recently shaven face came close to hers, his warm, passionate kisses were smothered on her. Her mouth, her lips, her neck. She helplessly submitted to his advances, trying in vein to kick him off – not that she wanted him to stop. She just loved feeling totally out of control, knowing that he would do to her whatever the fuck he wanted. He continued to rip of her fine dress, making very light work of the fine fabric. Not that he cared. He had his woman firmly underneath him, her dark purple lingerie the only thing covering her ravishing, pulsating body.

He ripped the belt from his pants and quickly turned her over onto her tummy. Keeping her hands above her head, he tied it twice around her hands, fastening her to the head of the mahogany frame. With one hand, he unclicked her bra, the straps fell quickly beside her. He similarly made light work of her dark purple thong, ripping it from her waist like it was paper. Lacey closed her eyes and heard him quickly undressing. Before too long, she felt his naked body approach her, from behind he slid up her body. Turning her head to the side, he continued his kisses, nibbling and biting her ears, pushing her head into the pillow. She loved feeling his raw power, forcing her into these delectable acts of passion. She felt his warm, hard cock grace her naked inner legs. She tried to arch up so it would tease her more, her begging ass was met with a hard spank! Oh that was searingly amazing. Teasing her man and almost daring him for more, she again raised her ass. Again it was met with a spank. To her surprise, he got off her, delivering a few more hard spanks to her ass. Hot and tender, he lay down next to her again. She felt his hands reach around her breasts, cupping them, massaging them, squeezing her nipples. The pinch sent powerful pangs of pleasure through her submissive body. She spread her legs, allowing his thick cock once again to play between her legs. This time, however, it moved to where she wanted. After a very pleasurable breast massage, she felt Gary’s hand come upto her mouth
‘Suck them’ was all he commanded. Doing as she was told, she sucked them hard and sucked them well. With his wet fingers, he traced down her ass. ‘God that’s good’ was all Lacey could think
“mmmm” she groaned
Gary’s fingers travelled down her ass – he had never played with it before, but Lacey had always secretly wanted to try it. Still wet from her sucking, she felt his index finger play with the round of her ass. Fuck, it was sensational – better then she imagined! New sensations waved through her body, new nerves of excitement lit up inside of her. She felt herself getting so ready for him.

Gary’s finger continued to tease. She felt like a very dirty, naughty girl. So fucking dirty. She felt him lick his own finger, then bring it back down to her ass. Before too long, she felt it gently penetrate her ass. Unsure at first, she soon gleefully submitted to the amazing sensations it brought. She could do nothing but bend up, allowing him easier access. She felt him come up close and perch himself between her legs. Feeling his stiff dick tease her uncontrollably wet pussy, she circled around, aching for him to enter her.

As hoped, she felt Gary slide in, his finger still teasing her tight ass. Feeling the double entry – oh fuck it was amazing. He started slowly, pushing in with his cock, riding her slowly, being gentle with her ass. She felt him go harder, she found herself shaking in amazement! It had been a while since he had fucked her from behind – and the last time was not half as exciting as this! He bared down on her, she felt him go deep, she felt him go hard! His finger continued to swirl, his other hand slapping her ass occasionally as it went. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Wetter.
“FUCK GARY!” was all she could bare “FUUUCCKK!” she screamed, feeling herself explode inside! She felt him shoot a hard load in her, feeling his cum shoot inside, mixing with her juice, feeling just fucking amazing.

Gary slumped beside her, untying her hands, holding her close Lacey turned around to see his smiling, relieved, happy face
‘Oh Gary, it is so nice to have you back’ Lacey kissed his delicious lips
“I just don’t know what came over me” Gary smiled
“Oh, I know what came over me” Lacey giggled “See what happens when you don’t hold back?”
“I’ll have to let it out more often”
“Gary, that would be the best thing you can do for me” Lacey smiled, pulling his arm around her, feeling her re-found man re-connected to her

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Julie plays out her erotic Daddy fantasy!

Julie’s mobile buzzed. It was from her husband, Nik. He would often send her nice messages during the day, just to say hi, or he was thinking about her. Even after 25 years, he still made her feel special, through the good, the bad and the ugly! Since the kids had moved out, Julie had seen a new side of Nik. Worried that they might both suffer from ‘Empty Nest’ syndrome, they both made commitments to each other that they would try to surprise each other each week. This week was Nik’s week! Some weeks he would surprise her with a lovely dinner out, or a trip to the theatre. Sometimes Julie would give Nik an ‘all over’ massage or she’d cook his favourite dinner. It was Thursday and Nik had not surprised her yet. Julie was getting a little disappointed! Picking up her phone, she read the message
“Sending you something in the post. For tonight. Lots of love, Daddy xxoo”
Nik had never signed off as ‘Daddy’ before! Julie wondered, what could he be upto? Does he want more children? Is he really missing the kids? What could be going on?

Trying to put it out of her mind, Julie continued about her daily tasks. A subsequent message from Nik told her simply that ‘I’ll organise dinner. Xxoo Daddy’. He used that term again!

About 3pm, a courier arrived at Julie’s door. She signed for the package and raced to the kitchen table, opening it. Peering in, she could not believe it. It was – no! Peeking again, picking out the contents of the package. No! She blushed! Could it be – but – no but yes! She pulled out a school-girl like tartan skirt and white blouse. Inside the package was a red lace matching bra and brief set. It was very sexy! Her mind was immediately put at ease! Picking up her phone, she quickly texted Nik:
‘Got your package, Daddy. Can’t wait for you to come home xxoo’

A few years ago, after some marriage counselling, Julie confided in Nik that she had ‘Daddy’ fantasies. She secretly wanted to have a naughty ‘daddy’ role play, with her being a girl only too willing to please. Once she told that to Nik he kind of went funny after that. He didn’t say it, but she knew he was turned off by the idea. Could this be Nik’s acceptance of the fantasy? Either way, she was very excited about the evening. Feeling naughty, she decided to wax her legs and give herself an ‘intimate shave’! She washed her hair and put it in two ponytales. She tried on her new outfit – it fitted perfectly! Taking a sexy snap of herself, she sent Nik picture ‘just for daddy xxoo’ was attached to the photo! A few minutes later, she got a return message from Nik, simply stating ‘Daddy loves xxoo’

The afternoon could not go quick enough! 5.30 rolled around and Julie heard Nik’s car roll up the driveway. She had the table all set with candles and the nice wine glasses and had a bottle of white chilled for dinner. She tried to act cool as he pulled through the door
“Where’s my good girl?” Nik sung out
Julie pondered her response
“No good girls here. Just a bad one!” Julie sung out
“Bag girls get smacks! Do I need to bend you over and give you a spanking?” Nik responded in a stern voice
“Please do, Daddy!” Julie was instantly loving how Nik was taking to the fantasy! It was already better then she expected!
“No! Daddy needs to eat! Get me dinner, or I will get very mad!”
At that, Julie skipped from out of the kitchen, dressed in the slutty, sexy outfit that Nik had sent earlier in the day. Her skirt was just long enough to cover her mature ass, her blouse unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage, encased in the red, lace bra. As she rounded the corner, Julie noticed two things. The first was that Nik had take-away Thai. The second was that he had a metre of dowel! Her mind raced on what it would be used for! She shrugged up to her man, giving him a sultry kiss as she took the food and served it at the dinner. Sitting Nik down, her hands lathed over his shoulders, giving him a nice massage before he ate
“Daddy likes this!” he commented as she poured him a glass of wine
“I just want to please you, daddy”

The pair ate dinner, exchanging naughty remarks as they sipped wine. After dinner, Julie packed the dishwasher, ensuring that Nik checked out her ass as she bent over to pack it. Nik poured two more glasses of wine
“Come here” he instructed, giving her a glass of wine “Now I should not be giving you this, but because you are a naughty girl, I will”
“I am very naughty, daddy. I want to do naughty things to you”
“If you do that, I will spank you”
Julie smiled and let out a ‘mmmmm’
Nik held Julie close. Pushing ‘play’, some Barry Manilow started to play from the CD player. They rocked slowly in the living room. Nik’s hand quickly travelled up her short skirt, resting on her mature ass. She loved it when he touched her there – it was such a turn on!
Julie found herself getting wrapped up in the fantasy. She felt very young, very naughty, very sexy. As they were dancing, she felt herself unbutton Nik’s shirt. As she did, a swift SMACK landed on her ass!
“Naughty Girl!” Nik barked. She loved his gruffness
“I just want to please daddy” her eyes pleaded
She continued to unbutton his shirt, lowering herself in line with his pants. Undoing his belt and fly, she tried to peel away his undies, until she felt him push her away! Julie often enjoyed giving Nik the occasional blowjob, but tonight, she really wanted too! Him pushing her away only made her want it more. Fuck, she wanted it bad
“Bad Girl!” Nik again barked
She crawled back to him, where he again pushed her away
“I am a bad girl, Daddy!”
“Bend over the couch, you bad girl!” Nik commanded! He grabbed the stick of dowel that he brought home
“Bad girls get smacked!” Nik announced
“Yes please daddy! Punish your bad girl! I am naughty!” Julie bit her lip and lifted up her skirt
WHOOSH! CRACK! Went the cane
“FUCK!” Julie swore
“BAD GIRL!” Nik snapped
WHOOSH CRACK! Came the cane again
“FUCK THAT WAS GOOD!” Juile moaned. Her mind was racing in the fantasy! How could Nik nail her dark desires so well? It was fucking amazing
He caned her three more times, red welts lined her ass, matching her new lace panties
“Now, are you still bad?”
“Yes daddy. I am bad. Very bad. I want to please you” sweat trickled down her forehead. The caning had mad her wild. Nik fell back on the couch, to which Juile crawled upto him
“Well then, you bad girl, please me”
She ripped off his pants – she had become cock-crazy. She loved that Nik had become this masculine, angry man. She loved that he had the balls to hurt her, to give her the pleasure, the pain she secretly desired. She wanted him bad! Pulling his undies over her cock and under his balls, she ran her hand up and down him. Squeezing him hard, she licked up his hot, hard rod. She rolled his balls in her hand, her teeth grating down his shaft. Managing a few, long sucks, Julie lathered his crotch in kisses before.

Before Julie could continue with her job, Nik once again pushed her off
“Dance for me!” he commanded
“Will it make Daddy happy?” Julie’s big brown eyes searched for approval
“Very happy”
Julie turned up the CD, the soulful, sexy voice of Barry resonated through the lounge-room. She undid the buttons on her white school blouse and let the top fall to the ground. From there, she strode up to the seated Nik, rubbing her hands up and down her tummy and breasts as she went. She turned just as she got to her man, bending over in front of him, moving her ass just above his nose and down his chest. Her short school skirt riding up, revealing her red lace underwear. Nik breathed in her scent, her pussy already starting to moist up. He loved her scent, her smell – he was intoxicated by it! Julie continued to rub her body up against his, slow, sexy, sultry. Her fingers travelled up and down his chest, over his shoulders. Hands rubbing his head, breasts squashed in his face, ass teasing just in front of his nose. She knew how to please her man.

Julie continued the dance, pulling Nik’s tie close to her and kissing his lips, licking his ears, his eyelids, licking his neck as she went. Undoing his tie and unbuttoning his work shirt was next on the agenda, this time he did not protest. Pulling it off, she continued her sexy dance, again wriggling her beautiful, mature body against his. Even after all these years, Nik maintained a very healthy, very strong body. She sat on his lap, long fingernails scraping down his chest, squeezing his nipples, teasing his rock-hard cock. By now, she had wet herself through, leaving marks whenever her red panties touched Nik. Cuddling in close, she whispered in his ear:
“Does daddy like this?” and sealed it by kissing his ear
Returning the question, Nik stood up and held her close, whispering back
“Daddy does not like this. Daddy loves it”, similarly sealing his response by kissing her ear “Now Daddy wants to enjoy you”
Julie wriggled in delight. It had been the sexiest evening they had in years! She loved being told what to do by Nik, loved watching his power, teasing him, making him squirm.

Nik picked up his sexy wife, she wrapped her legs around his thick torso. Carrying her upstairs, he stopped every few steps to kiss her, nibble her neck or allow his fingers to sneak under her undies, just to tease her almost dripping wet pussy. Arriving in their room, Julie pushed her man down on the bed. Pulling off his pants and underwear, she climbed on the bed and sexily pulled down her school dress and panties. Standing naked above him, she twirled and gyrated, showing off her freshly shaved pussy as she danced. Slowly she descended until she was sitting on Nik’s chest. Her wet pussy slowly inched up, her fingers running over his face and down his neck. Finally, she perched her inner legs millimetres in front of Nik’s gasping mouth. Nik wasted no time in pulling her in further. With his fingers, he opened her up, her lips slippery and sensitive. His tongue worked it’s way in, around, out.
‘FUCK DADDY’ Julie moaned ‘MMmmmmMM’ she could not control herself! He lashed her with his tongue, diving it in deep, licking up, licking around, licking, sucking, flicking. Julie throbbed, her lucid body shuddering as she went for the first time on his face, pushing herself onto him, banging into his insatiable mouth, holding herself on him for what seemed like an endless orgasm! She had not finished yet though. She wanted to make sure Nik was well serviced. She wanted him, she wanted to be his dirty girl. Sliding back down his sweaty body, she put her hands around his neck. Perching around his cock, she swirled around again, feeling it poke her, feeling it reel for her. Nik wasted no time in entering her. Julie loved being on top, the control, the power. Nik arched up to fuck her, Julie’s tactile body bearing down on him.
“FUCK ME DADDY” Julie demanded, hands around his neck
“BAD GIRL” Nik spanked her on her wriggling ass
“FUCK ME DADDY”
Julie pushed into Nik, feeling his hard, solid cock fill her. Her mind was spinning. Her body was electric. She arched into him, allowing him to reach back and grab her nipples. She loved it when he squeezed her nipples during sex – it just made everything more amazing! Nik didn’t disappoint – he made her hurt – bad – it was so fucking good!
Like magic, they both yelled FAARRRRKKKK as they came together, bodies shuddering in sheer delight.

For the longest time, Julie just lay on Nik. Naked body against naked body, she listened to his heart beat as he stroked her hair and ran his fingers down her back. Looking up at her very satisfied man, she simply said
“Thank you”
Nik’s response surprised her
“I’m sorry it took so long for me to embrace your fantasy, Julie. I really loved it. Thank you for the fun!”
Resting her head back on his chest she smiled. What a fantastic surprise night!

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Kelly’s cheeky ‘breakfast in bed’

The mid-morning sun peeked through Kelly’s window. Her cat nestled on her feet, her comfy bed begging for her to stay longer! It was a lazy Saturday morning. Kelly’s flatmate was at his boyfriends for the weekend, so she had the place to herself! Pulling up the crisp white over her body, she grabbed her phone to do her morning Facebook scan and see if any of the girls had plans for the day. Running her finger over the screen, it was the usual morning stuff – pictures of breakfasts out, parties from the night before and the beach. Kelly checked her FB messenger to see who was online. Her mum, a few randoms – and Pete! Pete was the impossibly cute guy from uni. Cheeky but aloof, fit but not vain, smart but not nerdy. She loved teasing him and always tried to sit next to him in class. She decided to send him a morning hi, and get a reaction out of him!
‘Bring me some bacon for breaky!’ Kelly demanded, hoping Pete would shoot back with something witty. The message ticked over as ‘seen’, soon Pete was typing his response
‘Get it yourself, woman!’ Pete’s faux-macho tone always sounded funny! He continued to message ‘What are you up to?’
Kelly loved it when he asked about her.
‘Still in bed. I’m hungry. Hurry up already!’ Kelly tried to sound like a petulant child
‘In bed? Don’t you sleep naked?’ Pete’s tone started to get flirtatious. Kelly kinda liked it. She knew Pete had a ‘thing’ for her and it would be a lie to say she didn’t think he was easy on the eye.
‘Me? Naked? Never! I have a sheet on!’ Kelly playfully replied
‘Hussy! Chatting to me whilst you are undressed!’ she could tell Pete was picking up on her returned flirting.
Kelly felt a little tingle. She loved knowing that Pete had her in his gaze
‘Now hurry up with the bacon!’
‘No can do, honey…’ Pete replied
‘What?’
‘Not without pics. Sorry toots’
‘Pics?’
‘You heard me!’
Kelly paused. She was loving the chat – but pics? Over the internet? She was no prude, but really – it was a risk.
‘Bring me bacon and we’ll make our own pics, you pervert!’ Kelly joked with a compromise! Pete certainly was pic-worthy. He played in the front row for Uni Rugby, his tanned, athletic figure often caught her attention.
The messages went quiet. Had she disappointed Pete? The conversation was going oh so nicely! After a minute, there was a response
‘Sorry I’m back! My mum was on the phone. Told her I was about to get lucky so she had to bugger off ’ Pete wirily replied
‘You are such a dick!’ Kelly sparked back
‘Guilty as charged. I’m coming over with bacon . See you in 15!’

Kelly couldn’t believe her eyes. Pete was actually coming over! How should she answer the door? What was he really wanting? What does this mean? Either way, she didn’t care. She wanted to be ‘just out of bed’ but wanted to be nice! She smiled as she jumped into the shower, wondering what the morning will bring. She picked out a cute, white lace boycut G and long pink singlet, then waited in anticipation for Pete to come.

The doorbell finally rang! Making him squirm, she watched him through the intercom, making him ring the bell a second time.
“Hello?” Kelly cheekily asked down the intercom phone
“Bacon delivery!” Pete chirped back
“Bring it up!” she cheered.

Kelly opened the door, half hiding behind it, peeking around as Pete’s handsome frame entered. He was dressed in a smart pair of kakhi shorts and a white polo shirt, his dark muscles pushing up the sleeves. He smelled as divine as his smile, the scent of ‘Allure’ wafting through the room.
“Are you going to let me in?” a dimple emerged from his unshaven face
“Should I?” Kelly bit her bottom lip
“Are you after some trouble?”
“I was after some bacon, but I’m always up for trouble” her heart beat faster as the short conversation continued
“Well I can help you with both those things!”
Kelly opened the door further, allowing Pete in. He put his grocery bag on the kitchen bench and went about unpacking the goods.
“Hungry?” he simply asked
“Starving!” Kelly was hungry, but not just for breakfast
“I don’t suppose you have an apron? I really don’t want oil on this white shirt!”
“You are such a poof! I thought my flatmate was bad!” Kelly laughed at Pete’s vanity “Bottom draw, you dag”
To her surprise, Pete took the apron and retreated to the bathroom. Within seconds, he emerged – except – all he had on was a pair of white boxer shorts and the apron! The blue & white striped apron offset his rippling body, his muscular arms were free from his polo shirt, the ripples in his back showing for Kelly’s pure enjoyment! His toned, tanned legs looked fantastic naked! Kelly certainly was enjoying the morning so far!

Navigating around the kitchen, Kelly could tell Pete was after something. Coming near, the smell of his aftershave was just delicious. Pete was looking for something in the bottom draw . When he stood up, he found himself face to face with Kelly! To her pleasure, he simply put his arms around her and drew her in, giving her a lovely morning kiss
“Most girls have to sleep with me before I make them breakfast!”
“I thought I’d be polite” Kelly smiled
“Now make me a coffee!” Pete happily snapped! Kelly made sure she cheekily bent over infront of Pete, showing her cute set of undies. Feeling his eyes on her, she lingered a little longer ‘searching’ for a coffee cup!

Within minutes, Pete had the kitchen buzzing. He confirmed how she liked her eggs and had a full fry cooking. He bought the works – eggs, bacon, beans, mushrooms, tomato, hash browns – the works! She was worried she’d be too bloated for any ‘after breakfast’ action! Regardless, Pete wizzed around the kitchen, shaking fry pans, giving her quick kisses or winks, buttering muffins and generally being insatiably handsome!

Kelly’s kitchen table sat by the ceiling-to-floor windows, overlooking the river and city. The river glistened in the mid-morning sun. Ferrys carved white lines as they churned up the water. Gulls floated in the river and glided in the breeze. Pete placed two oversized plates on the sunlit table, Kelly followed suit, coffee in one hand, chai tea in the other. Pete quickly returned to the kitchen for two glasses and some freshly squeezed juice – it was oh so delightlful!

The breakfast table conversation was filled with flirting and was oh-so-sexually charged. They played footsies under the table, lent over for mid-conversation kisses and fed each other. Kelly admired how the apron covered just enough of Pete’s thick-cut chest. Square, muscular lines formed his collar, his rounded, tattooed shoulders flowed to his defined upper arms. His biceps bulged as he put his fork near his mouth or picked up his coffee cup. It was sensational to watch!

After breakfast, Kelly stood up to yawn. Her singlet rose up her tummy, re-revealing her cute undies and the start of her torso. Still sitting, Pete hooked his finger around the side of her white boylegs and pulled her around the table. Head in line with her tummy, he gave it the lightest of kisses! Melting, Kelly was reluctant to move. Putting her hands on his head, she felt him rise up her stomach, giving little kisses as he nuzzled his way up. Kelly wasted no time in removing her singlet – the breakfast was great and she felt this would be even better! She had been craving Pete since his flirty morning emails!

Pete’s mouth continued up, moving up between her supple breasts. She squashed his face between them, his whiskers tickling her, she moved her periced nipples close to his mouth for the tasting. Stopping mid-way, Pete looked at them in a strange way. Suddenly feeling self conscious, Kelly was the first to start the conversation
“Is something wrong?” she blurted out
“Pireced nipples? Just with a stud? I’m afraid Miss Kelly that we will have to get something prettier on these. That’s our afternoon mission!” Pete smiled. Kelly’s relief was only amplified by Pete’s hands cupping her breasts, moving her nipples, one at a time, into his mouth. His tongue flicked and teased around them, Kelly loved the sensation of him playing there!

Pete continued up until they were in each others arms. She loved the sensation of him wrapped around her, his strong arms pulling her in. She made light work of his apron, the strings quickly untied, falling to the floor. Hot skin against hot skin – delicious! Pete’s kisses were amazing, his breath in her ears, sending goosebumps down her back. Kissing around, she found him standing behind him, arms wrapped around her tummy. Kelly found her head rolling to the side as his mouth caressed her neck and shoulders. His hands rested nicely on her tummy as they rocked to a silent beat. Before Kelly realised it, Pete had picked her up! Cradling her, he carried her to her room, placing her on her bed. Saddling up besides her, Kelly wondered what adventure would follow!

Side by side the kissing continued with Pete stroking Kelly’s hair and running his fingers down her naked back. The sensation of his fingers was simply amazing! His hands kept creeping lower on her back, Kelly found herself wriggling to allow his hand to have ‘easier access’! Pete’s hand crept over her bottom, tracing the line of her boylegs! She wriggled in delight, his fingers slowly tracing, slowly feeling their way around her well maintained ass. Fingers slipped inbetween her undies and her skin, Pete’s finger tracing oh so lightly down the centre of her ass, not going in, just tracing down. Kelly winced in delight, wanting his finger to trace even further down. Rolling onto her tummy Kelly soon felt Pete sliding off her undies. She arched up, feeling Pete’s lustful gaze on her wriggling, naked body. His eyes glued to her, she loved being the centre of his attention.

Pete navigated behind her. She felt his fingers trace up her legs, She felt his breath close to her pussy. She felt his fingers trace around her inner legs. Teasing her hairless pussy. Gently stroking. Feeling the occaisional lick. Feeling his tongue protrude, ever so delightfully into her. Around her. Over her. In her. Kelly soon felt herself moving around, wanting to push into his face, but it was not to be! Giving her one last massage, feeling she was dangerously wet, Pete removed his face and fingers from her most sensitive flesh. Kelly felt Pete’s hands travel up her back, to her neck. Her ass still in the air, she felt something else hard down there! Pete’s rock hard cock continued to tease, rubbing around her, moving in slightly, out slightly, slowly penetrating her delightlfully wet pussy. Pete’s hands travelled through her hair, pulling it down on the bed. His movements soon becoming rougher. Kelly loved feeling this side of Pete – these animal desires, this dirty, fucking, lustful desires. Spreading her legs further, she felt him enter, the warmth of his dick filling her up from behind. She loved not seeing him, just feeling him. He was in command of her. One hand in her hair, one on her ass, slowly riding her to dirtyfuck town. Kelly groaned in delight. Pete groaned in pleasure. She started to move around, pushing into his dick, meeting his rhythmic penetrations with her own body movements. Each push, each throb, each inch, a step closer to Pete. She felt him riding harder, Kelly felt her body starting to lose it. Waves of ecstasy riled through her tactile body. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Pete pulled harder on her hair, then slapped her ass. He slapped again, she clenched down on his penetrating dick. Letting out a high-pitched squeal, she found herself exploding, body shaking in delight as she felt Pete’s warm juice fill her up! Her whole body was over-sensitive, every touch sending shockwaves over her skin! Begging him to slow down, they found themselves spooning comfortably on Kelly’s big bed…

Feeling very ‘together’, the pair found themselves going out for coffee.
“Thanks for this morning, Pete” Kelly smiled as they sat in the warm sun
“For the bacon?” that classic cheeky grin came across Pete’s face
“Nope. The bacon was a bonus. I really wanted you for breakfast!” Kelly’s smile matched Pete’s
“You mean I could have save money and not bought bacon?”
“Nope. Next time bring ice-cream as well!”
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Melanie’s sensual adventure with the French Professor

Melanie impatiently tapped her pen on her desk, wishing the clock would hurry up and hit five o’clock. Anxious, excited fingers pulled through her red curly hair, preparing for her dash to the bus stop. Once the clock hit five, she had exactly twelve and a half minutes to get on the train to the university. She had her heavy handbag ready, stuffed to the brim with her French literature textbooks, all prepared for her French lecture that evening!

The clock finally ticked over, Melanie commenced her mad dash to the train station. Frantically pushing elevator buttons and pedestrian crossing indicators, she quickly but politely navigated through the streams of commuters until she finally made it to the train station! With a minute to spare, she fixed up her hair and lipstick, gave a quick squirt of No. 5 and organised her bag for the nights lectures.

As the train clicked and clacked down the line, Melanie’s thoughts transcended the content of the nights lecture, instead, focusing on the ever enigmatic, ever handsome, ever aloof Professor Roberto de Ronsard, the lecturer for her French literature class. Melanie loved French and hoped one day to lecture in it, she equally adored her lecturer. She worked hard, never getting anything less then a high distinction in all her classes. To her dismay, however, her effort on the Professor did not yield such strong results. Regardless, Melanie worked hard in both her studies, and her attempt at wooing the Professor.

Professor de Ronsard glided into the small lecture theatre. His fit frame, well dressed in a casual charcoal suit and crisp white shirt took its place behind the lectern. Greeting the class in French, he instructed the class that they would be studying Pierre de Ronsard over the next four weeks, and as a side note, the Professor was a very distant relation of Pierre’s! His voice, dark and sexy like Serge Gainsbrough resonated beautifully through Melanie’s body. She closed her eyes and absorbed every word, every syllable as he recited the classical poetry:
Maîtresse, embrasse-moi, baise-moi, serre-moi,
Melanie mentally translated the verse “Mistress, embrace me, kiss me, hold me tight’. She shivered in delight at the roll of Roberto’s tounge
Haleine contre haleine, échauffe-moi la vie,
‘Breath against breath, breath me life’ she continued the translation in her head, wishing he was holding her tight
Mille et mille baisers donne-moi je te prie,
‘Thousand and thousand kisses give me I beg you’ goosebumps rippled across her arms and neck
Amour veut tout sans nombre, amour n’a point de loi.
‘Love wants everything without condition, love has no law’ she finished the mental translation. If only he knew the effect he had on her!

The lecture continued, Professor de Ronsard continued his recital, discussing, analysing, challenging his class about the poems, the themes, the anguish, the delight of the words. His voice, rich like dark chocolate, melted her every being. The two hour lecture was over way to quickly for her liking, she lingered as her classmates shuffled out.
‘Remember class – I am on holidays for two weeks, so no lectures. I expect to have your mid-terms back on my return, I will be on the email if you have any questions’ the Professor announced to the retreating class.
As she reluctantly started to leave, the Professor’s charming voice called out to her, emphasising the vowels in her name with his beautiful French accent
“Melanie” he called out
Surprised and excited, she turned to face him
“Yes, Professor?”
“I have almost finished your mid-term paper. So far, exccolent, as I would uxpect from you” his French intonations again bringing goosebumps to her skin
Claming up, she simply responded “Merci”, and shuffled out of the room! Melanie kicked herself all the way to the train station! She should have engaged him more! She should have chatted, flirted, done anything! She stroppily rode the train home, wishing she could have the conversation once more.

It was a barmy night, the warm summer air floated off the Pacific, humidifying the atmosphere. She pondered her drive home from the train station, detouring via the coast. It was such a lovely evening, so a solitary stroll along the moonlit beach with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s would certainly cheer her up! Picking up a small bucket of cookies and crème at the 7-eleven and headed down to the beach at Santa Barbara. The stroll along the sand, she finally got to the harbor. The boats and yachts sat peacefully in the glassy water, gently rocking from side to side. The night was still young and Melanie was happy, locked in her own mind as her walk continued.

Approaching the marina, Melanie was surprised to hear a familiar voice.
“Melanie?” came the questioning voice. She recognised it instantly! It was Professor de Ronsard! What the hell was he doing here? She was nervous, stunned and excited!
“Yes?” she goofily responded
“Melanie, I thought that was you” a smile came across his delicious voice “What are you doing here?”
“Just enjoying some ice-cream, going for a walk” Melanie’s racing heart had started to calm down “How about you – what are you doing here?”
He laughed to himself. “Did you not listen to my class? I am on holidays!” he smiled “ My parents have a yacht – the Charlotte, I have plans to sail down to Tijuana!” the excitement in his voice was evident.
“Oh that sounds wonderful Professor!”
“I leave tomorrow”
An awkward silence ensured. Melanie desperately wanted something more – she had dreamed of being with the Professor, but was chickening out again!
“Well, safe sailing” Melanie tried to buoyantly bid her farewell
“Melanie?” the Professor again asked
“Yes?” She took a step towards him
“Maybe one time, you could come sailing with me?” a confident invitation flowed from his sweet lips
It took all of a microsecond for her to formulate her response
“That would be lovely” she felt herself blushing. In an unexpected surge of boldness, the next sentence flowed out of her excited mouth “Do I get to see the Charlotte before I sail on her?”
Not taken aback by her forward request, the Professor happily obliged.

Melanie was taken aback by the large yacht. Unlike some of the smaller vessels, it was well equipped, large, beautiful and oh-so-romantic! Below decks was decorated in hand-crafted mahogany. A well-stocked bar, two bedrooms, leather-bound couches and all the trimmings certainly set the Charlotte apart. The Professor enjoyed showing her around, pointing out some of the features of the beautiful vessel. Strolling through, something caught Melanie’s eye. On a small table on the port side of the yacht, an old, leather bound book sat closed. Embossed on the well-worn cover, the words ‘Odes et Ballades’ could just be seen
“Is that what I think it is?” Melanie motioned to the book
“Oui” smiled the Professor “It is the 1853 version”
Melanie found herself inbetween the handsome Professor and an original edition of Victor Hugo’s poetry! ‘Could this moment be more perfect?’ she thought to herself
The Professor strolled over to the table. “Shall we read?” he simply asked, to which Melanie found herself nodding in excitement.

Before they sat, the Professor poured them both a glass of port. Melanie found herself perching close to the Professor on the large, leather couch. The gentle rocking of the yacht, the smooth, deep voice of the Professor and the beautiful poetry soon had her entranced. He certainly knew how to recite each verse, each word, each syllable. She was truly captivated by the moment!

As he was reading, Melanie felt his hand on her leg! It was amazing – a simple touch, a warm closeness, the very thing she had been craving for too long now. His hand, large, tanned, weathered, she wanted it to explore her further. Closing the book with his spare hand, Melanie was delighted to feel him reach over and touch her face. Swooning towards him, she offered little resistance as his French lips met hers, kissing in the softest embraces. She quickly seccombed to his charms, offering her lips, her neck, her ears to him for kissing. He was gentle, for such a strong man. The contrast in his public arrogance and private tenderness was amazing. He slowly kissed, holding her supple body close, his hands searching for her skin. His fingers traced down her face, she sucked his digits as they travelled over her mouth, allowing herself to kiss up his muscular arm, back to his handsome face.

Melanie found herself standing in his embrace, the softly playing renaissance music only adding further to the allure of the moment. The sound of violin and strings caressed her ears, as the Professor caressed her back, her bottom, her face, her breasts. As they swayed to the music, Melanie found herself unbuttoning the Professor’s shirt and allowing his belt to be loosened, he similarly unbuttoned her short denim skirt and making light work of her singlet-top. Slow dancing in nothing but underwear with the Professor was more then Melanie could have ever imagined! His fingers soon slipped down the sides of her white lace thong and snapped the clip on her matching bra, his hands then resting nicely on her supple ass. She soon helped him wriggle out of his tight, white jocks so they were gently rocking, naked, in each others arms. As they swayed, he kissed her neck and ran his fingers over her naked back. She felt his hard cock tease her loins, gently caressing her most sensitive skin. She loved feeling him on the outside, but was in no rush to let him in. This slow, naked moment was amazing! He whispered French poetry in her ear, in between soft kisses and nibbles.

Melanie found herself aching for him. It was all too divine, her body was throbbing to feel him even more. She navigated him over to the couch, the cool leather wrapping itself around her as he lay her down. Running his fingers through her beautiful red hair, the Professor thanked her for the connection they were sharing, both intellectually and physically. Melanie agreed – every part of her was being stimulated!

She soon felt his pulsating cock enter, he slowly rose and sunk into her, she felt him deeper with each gentle rise, gentle fall. Wrapping her legs around his, she grabbed his firm ass and pulled him in, craving him deeper, craving him faster! He seemed to know exactly what pleased her, what her body was desiring. He cupped her soft breasts as he rode, Melanie letting out gasps of pleasure at his every touch! He moved faster, hands holding harder. He rode her hard, she arched up so he filled her, so he touched all of her. His gyrating manhood delved into her, she found herself yelping in sheer ecstasy as he filled her, as he touched her, as he made her cum! Shuddering in amazement, Melanie drew him close to kiss him even more as her sensitive body relaxed. She loved feeling his cock still in her as she kissed his neck and lips, rolling over side by side. The gentle rocking of the boat brought their skin together, Melanie quivering in delight as his hands traced through her hair.

Without realising, the pair found themselves in the shower, bathing in the afterglow of their recent passion.
“Stay with me, Melanie” the Professor implored her
“What do you mean?”
“Stay with me. Come with me to Tijuana”
Pausing to consider the offer, Melanie thought out loud
“But I have no clothes, what about work?”
“Melanie, this is my family’s boat. My sister is the same size as you, her room is full of clothes that she has never worn. And work? Screw that. You will be working at the university soon anyway”
“Working at the university – you mean?”
“Yes, you have a job as a lecturer, if you want it!” The Professor was happy to break the news
“Do you always offer jobs this way?” Melanie was half smiling, half concerned
“Never Melanie – never!”
She smiled, sensing his earnest plea
“In that case, I’ll accept both offers!”

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