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Stories from Wild and Bad, a mature, full bodied lady
and a young stranger erotic fantasy. Maggie is a mature lady,
full bodied and feeling her years. This Year's day, she
has resolved to shed a few pounds to feel young again,
to be like she was before the change, and deciding
a dance class is the ideal opportunity to shed those pounds.
She gets caught in a rainstorm of biblical proportions and
the night just gets worse from there. What the heck
has she done? Can her new dance teacher help her
find her confidence again? Or will he just laugh out
of the studio? Was this just going to be another
disaster for Maggie? Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another
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moving through your body. The rain lashed against the windows.
It's thunderous sound resonated in Maggie's small apartment, looking down
onto the pavements below. The street lights glimmered in the
puddles that decorated the sidewalk. Of course, this would be
a perfect excuse not to go. Why the hell had
she signed up for it in the first place, catching
her reflection in the window a cruel joke played by
the universe to remind her why she had signed up.
She needed to lose at least twenty pounds. Of course.
Originally she had signed up back in September so she
could lose the weight for Thanksgiving, but life had got
in the way, and so here she was New Year's Day,
along with half the state, no doubt, attending dance classes
to shed a few holiday pounds. If she'd actually gone
back in September, then there would only have been a
few people there, and she suspected now that dance studios
would be full of people, and that would make it
a thousand times worse, but she just had to go tonight.
The tutor had made it very clear she couldn't reschedule
again without paying another fee, and she quite frankly couldn't
afford to do that, and she couldn't afford not to
lose the weight. Walking away from the window in the
storm outside, she opened her closet. What the hell do
I wear to a dance glass anyway, she muttered. The
leaflet had said to dress comfortably, but to wear hills.
She wasn't quite sure how comfortable and hills had figured
in the same sentence, but she would do what she could. Besides,
at five foot two, she needed all the help in
the height department she could get. Deciding sweatpants were probably
a little too casual and comfortable, Maggie fingered through her
selection of skirts. Her hands danced over the selection of
material until she settled on a light cotton skirt that
she normally wore in summer when the torturous sun insured
it was too hot to breathe. Of course, she was
going to get very hot to night, and wearing a
heavy skirt wouldn't make it only so much worse with
the hot flashes she would no doubt end up looking
like she was coming through the menopause. Again. Happy with
her logic, she selected a similarly light shirt, opening her
underwear drawer for a moment. She hesitated for a moment.
Damn what to wear underneath? She hated thongs and the
thought of their cheese wire sensation would become even worse
as she danced round the floor. Her every day cotton
panties might be a touch too warm, and besides which,
she had watched dancing on TV and their panties did
seem to come on to display a lot of the time.
Maggie wasn't sure she would be comfortable knowing people had
seen those as her choice of underwear. What left was
a white lace panties and ra At least it was
a matching set, which could save any nasty comments from
other ladies at the class. Resigned to her choices and wishing,
like hell she had thought about this previously, Maggie slipped
her robe off and dressed carefully, trying to ensure everything
was securely placed for an evening of dance. She was
more nervous tonight than she had been on her last date,
and that had been a decade and thirty pounds ago.
Selecting her shoes from the rack at the bottom of
her closet, she pondered for a moment, she could carry
the hills and wear sneakers. The problem with that was
her now ample bress had insured touching her toes wasn't
without its challenges, and changing shoes in front of strangers
was almost guaranteed to result in some sort of pratfall.
But wearing them in this rain it would be a
slow walk, and although the dance studio was only five
minutes away, that was five minutes she would rather not
spend in the rain in a pair of five inch hills.
After five minutes of internal debate, she settled on wearing
hills just with a long raincoat. That way, at least
she would be mostly dry. Slipping her feet into her shoes,
she sighed, at least her shoe still fitted. Maybe the
long raincoat would help cover her extra curves. She could
remember when she was young and slim, she had no
problem with clothes fitting her then. Now well, getting dressed
filled her with dread. Doubts swarmed in her mind. She
really didn't want to be the dancing walrus at the studio,
everyone else so slim and graceful, having done dancing for years.
Closing her eyes, she forcibly stopped the thought pattern. Something
in her mind was trying to convince her not to go,
her little demon that seemed hell bent on keeping her
overweight and single. Grabbing her raincoat, Maggie left her apartment
to brave the storm before she did change her mind
and break open the peanut butter. The rain drenched streets
were empty as Maggie finally approached the door to the studio,
her coat lacking in the down poor she pushed the
door open and stumbled quickly inside, up two short flights
of stairs and through the door to the El Passion
Dance Studio. Maggie stood in her own puddle in the
brightly lit and seemingly empty room, rufe to rufe. Mirrors
adorned every wall, mocking her, making her heart sink. She
really did not like mirrors. In the slightest Oh, I
have a pupil. A velvety, soft voice echoed from a corner.
The owner of the voice stood up, younger than his
tone would portray. Beneath the sheen of his dark shirt.
His biceps flaxed stretching the material gin to give a
suggestion of the body beneath. His shirt had been perfectly
tailored to be tight enough to caress the contours of
his youthful and strong body, yet loose enough for him
to move freely. After watching numerous TV shows, Maggie was
full aware of the trend of the dancers to flaunt
impressive pectorals at every occasion, a trend this young man
had adopted enthusiastically. Only three buttons at the bottom the
shirt were fastened. The top of his shirt opened, exposing
his divine chest to seduce Maggie's lustful gaze somewhere deep
inside her body, a long forgotten fire spark to life,
a passion, a desire she had consigned to the past.
Her lips suddenly boned dry, she licked them without thinking
as her gaze traced down his body. His pants were
indecently tight around his hips, swirling impressively over his natural bulge. Oh,
he's just stuffed socks down there, Maggie mused, and desperate
to deroul her train of thought. What was she thinking?
He was toned and fit, as she was well overweight
and completely unfit. Still, when she got home, she decided
she would break out her pot of sadly unused loop
and remind herself of the delight of self pleasure. She
might even dust off her bullet vibe if she could
remember where the hell she put it. I'm Meduardo, and
you are, Eduardo said, his lips stretching into a broad smile,
exposing his perfectly white teeth. Dropping his chin bag on
the edge of the dance law, he raised his hand
as if in the gesture of inviting a handshake. Stepping forward,
Maggie reached out her own hand, which he took and
raised it to his lips, kissing the back of her
hand whilst his eyes fixed on hers in a ridiculously
sensual way. Maggie realized she had just sighed at his
kiss and blushed at her reaction. I'm Maggie, she replied,
trying to regain control of her senses. Well, Maggie, it
seems like you have meat yourself tonight. There is a
bathroom there if you would like to freshen up after
surviving that rain, Eduardo said, with a smile, feel free
to use the towels and anything else you need. He
raised his hand to indicate a door in the corner
of the room. As she looked up, Maggie caught sight
of herself for the first time since arriving. God, she
looked a mess. This was going to take more than
a towel to put right. Her hair had exploded into
a manic eruption, the little makeup she had put on
that now smeared her face, her coat dropped with water,
and by the looks of what she could see of
her shirt underneath the coat had done little to protect
her from the rain. Maggie hurried to the bathroom gravel
to escape the gaze of the mirrors, closing the door
behind her. Her gaze automatically drifted to a small window,
contemplating escape from this hellish embarrassment. It was too small,
and she was two floors up. It would no doubt
end up being even more embarrassing if she attempted to
climb down through the rain. Taking her excuse of a
coat off and hanging it behind the door, she closed
her eyes to steal herself before looking into the mirror. Thankfully,
she thought she had only put on a small amount
of makeup, given how much was smeared down her face.
Her raincoat had in fact managed to prevent exactly no
rain from decorating her shirt. The white cutton was now
pretty much transparent and clung to her breast tightly. Rubbing
a towel over her shirt did little to rectify the situation.
Turning on the hand dry her Maggie angled it to
face her shirt. As she turned it on. The warm
jet of air caressed the cold water that covered her breaths,
forcing her nipples even tighter, making them even more erect.
Was not ideal. That it was a lot better than
the transparent shirt. She could ignore her desires for a
little while longer, at least until the class was finished
and she was home cuddled up in her bed. Turning
the air for the again, she focused it onto her hair,
blowing it frizzy but at least dry. Facing her reflection again,
it was a truly horrifying sight. She looked like she
had been electrocuted. Wiping her face viciously, she removed what
remained of her make up. Fuck, thank god no one
else turned up, she whispered, opening the bathroom door. She
Rea entered the main room with what she hoped was
a semblance of dignity, and Wada rose again from his
seat and strode across the floor. You look stunning, he said,
his voice like velvet. Maggie could not help but think
of all the means of stunning, Deciding he probably meant
it looked like she might knock him out, she whispered, lying,
not at all, look, he said, taking her hand and
circling her in front of the mirror. The heat of
his body pressed against her. Reins wrenched back as he
took her other hand, raising them both into the air.
He stared at her reflection, the heat of his breath
caressing her neck, raising an avalanche of goosebumps all over
her body as he stared into the mirror, his face
aside hers. Suddenly, Maggie was aware of a firm pressure
into the small of her back as Eduardo pressed against her.
Definitely not soult, she thought, as she pushed back against him,
enjoying the gentle, throbbing pleasure into her back. It had
been way too long. Your eyes have a passion burning
inside them. This is true dancing, he whispered, his warm
tones caressing her body in ways it shouldn't be possible.
She shivered as his voice and vewed every inch of
her skin. Her cow clutched aggressively at his touch. Her
pussy swelled with need. She looked into the mirror, into Eduardo's,
into the fire that burned behind them. I'm fat, she
spat out. You are not fat. You might be carrying
a few extra pounds which you want to lose, but
that does not define who you are inside. Never speak
of yourself like that, he said, his voice harsh and protective.
His fingertips traced a line of electricity down her arm.
Her body shuddered as the dragon of desire awoke from
many years asleep. His hands slid down her body as
he whispered, you are curvaceous, reubenesque, a statue of womanhood
who would have been heralded as a goddess in ancient Greece.
The closeness of his voice, the proximity of his body
is obvious, aron the tone of his words fuelled the
spreading fire burning through Maggie's body. His fingertips caressed the
edge of her breast, sending a shot of electricity through
her body, one that she had long forgotten. Her nipples
hardened further with the intensity of her desire, pressing aggressively
against the lace of her brow. I want you to
see what I see. His voice tormented her. The very
resonance in his words caressed her clit, making her ache
in such a way. God, she wanted to be dirty
with this man right here, right now. Grinding her hips
back against him, his cock throbbed against her. His hands
finding her hips, he poured her back tightly as he
pushed forward, his cock moving along the curve of her back. Quickly,
his fingers released the buttons of her shirt. Within a moment,
it lay in a crumpled mess on the floor. Turning
it quickly, he lowered her to the landslaw, his fingertips
exploring her nipples, pinching them gently. Maggie pressed her hips
up against him, his abs pushing along her pussy. Desire
flooded her mind. Pushing his lips down, he sucked her
nipples through her braw his hands running passionately over her body,
as if he were wanting to devour every inch with
his fingertips. I love your curves, they are truly beautiful,
he said, kissing her breast, sucking them before biting her
red nipples, his hands sliding up and down her body,
his breath burned over her stomach, exploring, biting, wanting, his hands,
lifting her skirt before pressing her thighs apart, his finger
tips exploring the lace of her panties, forcing a loud
moan from Maggie's lips. Her clip throbbed violently to his touch,
running her fingers through his hair. Her legs parted willingly,
wanting to succumb to this desire. Suddenly, a realization hit
her as she recognized his destination. Stop EDWARDO, you have
to know, she said, panting, her body aching beyond redemption.
I've been through the change. I don't get his wet anymore.
I have the perfect solution, he growled, dragging his tongue
along her panties, lingering just before her clip, teasing it,
tormenting it, the anticmation driving her mad with desire. In
one deliberate movement, his tongue circled her clip, flicking it viciously,
sucking it through her panties. Maggie rised under the storm
of his mouth, her hips pressing up with desperate lust.
Her body surrendered any hope of defense as she pressed
her heels into the floor, her fingers screwing his hair
in tight balls. As her orgasm invaded every cell. Sitting
up a Eduardo sat between her open legs and said,
I want to do this right. You are beautiful and
deserve the best pleasure I can give you. Leaning over,
he grabbed his discarded bag from the dance floor, taking
a container out of it, He opened it and passed
it to Maggie. Is coconut oil? Use it? Show me
how you like to touch yourself, he commanded, with those
damn warm tones. Maggie looked at the coconut oil, the
fragrance mixing beautifully with her own feminine scent. Sliding her
fingers through the oil, the sensation of it melting to
her touch erotic in its own right. She took her
coconut covered fingers and took her deep breath. She had
never touched herself in front of the man before, but
something about Eduardo was so interested in her pleasure she
couldn't resist. Abandoning the last of her inhibitions. She poured
her panties to one side with one hand, whilst massaging
the coconut oil into her pussy with the other. The
caress of the will against her steel throbbing clip was
frankly amazing. Her fingers moved in slow, long circles the
length of her pussy, coating herself in the natural loop.
Pushing her lips apart, she pressed her fingers deep into
a pussy as her thumb rubbed her clip. Looking into
a Duardo's eyes, they were on fire with passion. Entranced
by every movement of her fingers. Feeling absolutely filthy, she
plunged her fingers in deeper, her body twisting as her
core clutched along them. Fuck. Having him watch her as
she pleasured herself was so damn hot. Such a turn on.
Stroke yourself for me, Edwardo, she gasped, without taking his
eyes off her hand. He loosened his pants, taking his
erection out and stroking it in slow deliberate movements. Seeing
his cock throbbing in his hand as he sat between
her thighs took her to the edge and beyond. Pressing
her heels into the ground, she raised her pelvis, letting
a Eduardo see the detail of her throbbing pussy, his
eyes widening as another orgasm cascaded through a body inside
me now, she screamed, wanting to fill him, fill her completely.
Her back arched as at Wardo thrust his cock inside her,
her lips stretching around his white girth, her head tipping backwards,
their reflections so beautifully captured in the mirror, watching this
young man pound into her pussy, feeling the sensation of
his hard cock kissing every inch of her. Her body
tightened against him, grasping desperately along his length, their gazes
melting into each other as their rhythm moved in perfect time.
His thumb pressed make his clit against his cock, furiously
rubbing the cocoanut oil deep into her trembling nub. Suddenly,
Eduardo growled loudly, a growl that vibrated through his body,
making his cock pulse violently inside her as he erupted
one come, coating every inch of a pussy, pressing her
pussy along his cock, draining every drop from him, her
own body trembling in a delicious orchasm, the heat between
them spreading through her whole body. Tears streamed down her
cheeks as she surrendered completely to the moment, sliding slowly
back to the floor, entwined, the two of them as one,
neither of them wanting to break their connection, their body's
trembling in perfect time, Maggie closed her eyes, intensifying the
after glow and the sensation of his still pulsing conque
deep inside her. Without opening them, she whispered, pray, tell,
why do you have coconut oil? You think my shaved
chest is naturally this shiny long? When it's passed before
either of them spoke again. When I come for my
next lesson, do you think we could dance a little?
You mean we haven't been, he replied, the mischievous smile
evident in his tone. Well, okay, if you promise to
join me for a private lesson in my apartment upstairs.
After her till, she sighed, immersing herself back into the
waves of pleasure. So I hope you enjoyed that. But
until next week when we can get wild in Bed
all over again. Hm hmmm. This is devil in wild
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