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"What do you mean?"
"You know."
"What?"
I was cumming. I held those fingers rigid inside me, the knuckle of my thumb pressed firmly on my clit. It was amazing. And then I noticed the third finger of my left hand and realised that I was still wearing my wedding ring
"Do you want to cum on me?"
"Oh Amanda yes."
"Where? On my stomach, on my tits?"
"On your face, let me cum on your face and tits."
Nobody, not even Kevin had shot their load on my face. But I let my toyboy Craig do that and I got soaked. As my body convulsed and I raised my bum from the bed writhing with the self-induced orgasmic sensations, so a torrent of white sperm gushed from his cock, which he pointed at my face from just a foot or so. It hit me first on my right cheek, then across my right eyelid. As he or I moved I then got splashes on my forehead, nose and finally my lips, but only a few globules landed on my tits.
The End.
Yoga? Really?
There was something about the new woman who joined our large group at work recently, that I found very alluring and just needed to know more about her. I am 40 and I found out that Brandi is 30. We work for a group in a large health care system that moves people around a lot, but I worked with Brandi about once every week or every other week.
I learned that she is single, a fact I found hard to believe. I was in a relationship and so I felt safe and reasonably able to carry on a conversation with her without the 'usual' friction of pick-up type of sexual innuendo. But at the same time, her petite, lithe and very fit frame was very, very attractive to me. Over time, I found her to be smart, funny, pretty and very into exercise, as evidenced by her very toned petite frame. She was 5'2", and perhaps 100 pounds. She had short, brown hair and glasses that made her look the part of a smart, professional woman. She dressed conservatively, but there was no mistake that she had a significant commitment to her physique, with very toned arms and a very firm ass that punctuated a very confident and athletic stride.
We had occasion to email every now and again, and it was always above board. But somehow I sensed a connection. Perhaps that was just me or just what I wanted to feel, but it just seemed we could easily talk and occasionally linger a bit together after the official business was done.
I had also found out that Brandi lived in a town about 30 minutes away and drove each day, and that in addition to being single, she lived with a roommate and a little dog. After a few more months of just working and having a normal working relationship, I could definitely sense that there was a connection between us and that I found myself wanted to talk with her more, and that I am pretty sure she did too. She was just so sexy in a very different way. She was confident and funny and smart. And the whole fitness thing she did was just fuel to my endless imagination fire of images of what that little body had in store.
Anyhow, I was traveling east towards Brandi's town one Saturday and started having car troubles. After I had the car towed and the car shop told me it would be a few hours before they could get it fixed, I thought I would give her a call, in the off chance she would be around and perhaps could rescue me for a couple hours. Have lunch or something rather than be stranded at the car place for hours. And as luck would have it, she was home, and lived 5 minutes away and was thrilled to have company.
"Hey...sorry about your car but I live real close. I'll come by and pick you up," she said quite cheerily. "I was just getting ready to have lunch. Wanna join me?"
"Sure, that sounds great. I hope I'm not intruding on your weekend," I said, anxious a bit but glad nonetheless.
"Be right there then." She hung up her cell and then within minutes, she appeared at the car shop in her little BMW. I hopped in and was more than a bit speechless. She was dressed in pretty short shorts, that really emphasized her toned legs, most of which were covered by the work attire. She was also driving a manual transmission car, which was somehow sexy to me as well, seeing a woman deftly handle a stick shift. Typical.
And her bare feet working the pedals, with toenail polish was sublimely sensual. And she was also dressed in a tight-fitting tank top shirt with a bra underneath, all of which exposed her very fit body. Tight and toned and way sexy. And then we just started chatting and after I got over my initial shock at her 'new' look, we were very shortly at her house.
"C'mon in...I was just getting ready for lunch. My roommate is out of town for a couple days, so happy to have som
e company."
I followed her up the stairs, and just couldn't get over how incredibly sexy she is in her regular clothes. Petite body, bare feet, toenail polish, tight top highlighting her small, firm breasts...god, what a combination. I had to keep reminding myself that I was in a relationship and that we were just friends and co-workers. But there were certainly months of other images swirling my mind. I hoped the car place took all day to fix that damn car. Time for a new one anyhow.
"I thought you'd be out exercising or something like that on your free day," I asked, as I watched her put a couple sandwiches together, again, trying hard not to just stare at her like a love-struck teenager and at the same time trying to conceal my growing erection.
"I already did today...just yoga though. Been having some trouble with my foot so I have to lay off the crossfit thing for a bit."
"What's wrong with your foot?"
"Plantar fasciitis I think. I've had it before. It goes away, but I really need to lay off the impact stuff."
"Too bad. Looks like you're managing to stay very fit anyhow," I offered, looking at her arms and legs.
"Thanks...I try. Makes me feel better about myself."
"This is great by the way. What's in this?" I asked, after taking a couple bites of the sandwich and some fresh fruit.
