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Moans of ecstasy filled the air, but I didn’t know who was expressing such pleasure. As I searched the space for the source of the cries, I saw the dark-haired figure between my legs and realized the moaning was me! Strong hands squeezed my breasts as this person indulged themself on a feast of my labia, my clitoris, and my pussy. Whomever this was stroking, licking, nibbling, and sucking in my most feminine areas was not new to this endeavor; instead, they were a master of cunnilingus, and I was quite sure I didn’t know anyone with this talent.As a thin finger penetrated my canal, I exclaimed, “You’re gonna make me cum.” But the finger thrust faster, and the tongue only worked my clit harder. I felt that familiar tightening deep within my stomach, and I knew it would be an orgasm like I had not had in so long.“It’s coming…”“It’s coming…”And then I woke from the dream to hear the dog snoring at the end of the bed.What the fuck was that? I asked myself. I don’t have dreams like that, or I never have, anyway. WOW! It was so vivid.And WHO was that? Who cares? Stop thinking so much, and just go with it.I giggled and reached for the rabbit in the drawer of my nightstand. I was dripping wet, so no lube was needed this morning. I started on the low setting but quickly found I needed more. I was longing for that deep orgasm that was building in my dream.Clicking to the medium setting, I fucked myself as the tentacles vigorously massaged my clit. I closed my eyes and tried to recall every detail of my erotic dream. The firm grip of hands on my tits. The feel of that tongue and mouth.I moaned out loud to no one in particular. My hips bucked to the toy, and I called out, “Yes, yes, harder, faster.” Ignoring the silicone in my tunnel and feeling the real cock of my dream weaver.My pussy walls tightened their grip on the vibrator, making it more difficult to pull it in and out. The muscles deep within sang their electrical kocaeli escort hymn of heightening happiness, and then I clicked up to the highest setting.“Holy Fuck!” And with my exclamation, the orgasm exploded from my core and raced out through my inner and outer labia and down my trembling legs.As I lay there with a smile on my face, I thought, that is the best orgasm I have had in quite a long time.Let’s be honest; masturbation didn’t yield the same level of pleasure after a while; either that or I was getting lazy. And I hadn’t had sex since long before I filed for divorce a year ago.“Well, I really don’t foresee getting laid anytime soon, so I better up my masturbation game,” I said to the dog, who was forced awake by my screaming and had started his morning bath.Looking at the clock, I realized I had better shower too. Yesterday my divorce was finalized after a grueling year of mediation and hearings, so today, my girlfriends were taking me for a day of celebration. Our typical Saturday morning brunch and then to something completely outside our comfort zone! We were going to speed dating in the park. ~~~~~~~~The sun felt glorious shining on us as we gossiped, drank mimosas, and devoured every morsel that the waiter put in front of us; crepes with fresh cream filling, oatmeal with cinnamon, fresh fruit, and warm muffins straight from the oven.As we paid our bill and finished our coffee, Janelle was the first to speak up about the afternoon, “Are we really going to do this?”“You mean speed dating? Absolutely! Why wouldn’t we?” Allie looked shocked. “Come on, you and I have had enough of those click-for-a-dick apps, and now Kayla is single too! We need to start doing more to find Mr. Right. Right, Kayla?” she asked, recruiting my cheerleading assistance.“I am game for whatever. You two planned this Celebration Saturday; I just cleared my calendar as instructed.” There was no way I was getting in kocaeli escort bayan the middle of this discussion. “But Allie, I am not sure we will find Mr. Right at Springer Park Speed Dating this afternoon. Just so you have reasonable expectations.”Allie threw her napkin at me, and we left, giggling.~~~~~~~~The park was decorated with pastel balloons and streamers. Each small two-person table had a lovely floral arrangement. One had to appreciate the thought put into the environment to try to make a match, though it did look more like a bridal shower than a romantic dating venue.Two coordinators mingled through the crowd handing out name tags and encouraging everyone to grab a drink from the open bar. Ah, liquid courage, I thought, must be the key to success at these things.According to her name tag, a coordinator named Ellie walked past me, took two steps backward, looked at my nametag, and introduced herself. “Hi there, Kayla; I’m Ellie. You look a little nervous. Can I get you anything?”“No, I have just never done this so…”“You are going to rock it, girlfriend,” Ellie reassured me as she gave me a quick assessment. “First, let’s just…” She moved two of my long dark curls to the other side; oddly, the hairs on my neck stood up as her fingers adjusted my tendrils.“Next, this…” She turned my fragile necklace around so the clasp was in the back; I couldn’t breathe as her fingers moved around my décolleté. “And, well, let’s just show you are open for business.” And with that, she unbuttoned the next button on my blouse.She gave me another once over as she gently slid her hands down my arms. “There, now you are ready.”As Ellie walked into the crowd, I was frozen. I was still basking in her aura, the warmth of her being, the soft vanilla scent of her hair, and the magnitude of her touch. I took a step toward my friends and stopped abruptly. In that short interaction, I had become so turned on my juices izmit escort were welling up between my legs. I could feel the wetness beginning to trickle onto my panties.Shit, what if one of these guys can smell my sex and thinks it’s for him? OMG!And with that, DING…“Please take your first seat.”~~~~~~~~It was the longest hour of my life.Table One guy was an IT Engineer who lived in his mother’s basement. His hobbies were bugs and stamps and having his mom rub his feet. Um…no, thank you!DING… “Please take your next seat.”Table Three guy was a young, hot guy in the first year of his orthopedic surgery fellowship – he was looking for someone to move in immediately to clean, do his laundry, and cook since he was never home. Been there and done that in my marriage!DING… “Please take your next seat.”Table Four guy was a herpetologist – he studies reptiles. Oh! He specializes in snakes. OH, NO! He keeps live specimens at home. OH, HELL NO!DING… “Please take your next seat.”Table Six guy was a self-proclaimed, “award-winning,” XXX-rated filmmaker – and he only uses actors over the age of eighty in his films. Where did they get these freaks?DING… “Please take your next seat.”BUZZ – and that marked the halfway point.Thank the Lord!I quickly regrouped with Janelle and Allie, and we all decided that, while this was humorous, it was not worth the rest of the afternoon. Ellie saw us gathering our purses and grabbed my arm.“Are you three leaving? No, you have to stay.” She begged.“We are sorry,” I explained, “but this is brutal. One of those guys might literally be a serial killer; I’m not sure.” I said, laughing.“Okay, okay, it’s slim pickings today. Why don’t you gals just hang out for a few minutes? After this, Charlotte, the other organizer, and I are going for drinks. The first round is on me for enduring this afternoon.”Of course, we were in; who could turn down a free round?~~~~~~~~As we walked into The Overlook, the bartender immediately hollered to Ellie and Charlotte, “Hey, Girls!”Ellie flashed a smile at the bartender. “Hey, Dave! The usual for Charlotte and myself. Then whatever these lovely ladies want. Put it all on my tab.”

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