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Speaker 1: Dear Nikki, some night you plan the ultimate seduction scene, candles,
Speaker 1: flickering playlist on point lingerie that makes you feel like
Speaker 1: a total goddess, and then the universe decides to turn
Speaker 1: your sexy moment into a full on comedy sketch. This
Speaker 1: is one of those stories. I'm still bashing and cringing
Speaker 1: just thinking about it, but I have to get it
Speaker 1: off my chests. Buckle up because my attempt to being irresistible, yeah,
Speaker 1: came with its own accidental soundtracked. I thought I was
Speaker 1: being super seductive when I decided to surprise my boyfriend
Speaker 1: with a sexy role play night. I brought this lacy
Speaker 1: lingerie set that was way out of my comfort zone.
Speaker 1: Think straps everywhere, barely there, fabric the works, I didn't
Speaker 1: the lights, put on some slow music, and waited on
Speaker 1: the bed like a total vixen. He walks in seize me,
Speaker 1: and his eyes go wide. I strike what I think
Speaker 1: is a killer pose, and then I realized the lingerie
Speaker 1: has these tiny decorative bells on the straps. Every single
Speaker 1: movement I made, breathing, shifting, literally anything made them jingle
Speaker 1: like a cat toy jingle. Jingle jingle. He tries to
Speaker 1: keep a straight face, but after thirty seconds of me
Speaker 1: trying to sexy crull toward him, sounding like Santa's sleigh
Speaker 1: got lost in the bedroom, he burst out laughing so
Speaker 1: hard he had to sit on the floor. I freeze,
Speaker 1: mortified bells still faintly tinkling well every shaky breath. We
Speaker 1: ended up laughing for like twenty minutes straight, the mood
Speaker 1: completely dead, and just cuddled our normal clothes instead. Every
Speaker 1: time I mentioned lingerie, he starts humming jingle bells under
Speaker 1: his breath. I can't unhear it, said, help or at
Speaker 1: least a bell free outfit recommendation. Mortified and still jingling
Speaker 1: bell girl. Okay, I have questions because how did you
Speaker 1: not see the bells? You know, and then paying them on?
Speaker 1: Didn't you hear the bells? So either you were really
Speaker 1: listening to music really loud and getting ready and putting
Speaker 1: yourself in the mood that you didn't hear them until
Speaker 1: I just I have so many questions, and then why
Speaker 1: didn't you? I mean, I guess you know you don't
Speaker 1: really think on your feet, and this is me after
Speaker 1: the fact and everything, I'm tinker bell it was so
Speaker 1: where I went. I went with this tinker bell and
Speaker 1: I can see and why did you guys just cuddle?
Speaker 1: I so would have still kept that shit on and
Speaker 1: I paid for it. Goddamn it. I'm gonna get him
Speaker 1: off in it, you know? And and you know so
Speaker 1: wy you sound like a sleigh riding him or getting fucked,
Speaker 1: you know. Keep him in good rhythm, right, I don't know.
Speaker 1: I could have been distracting, but still have him strip
Speaker 1: the damn thing off. That's what I'm thinking here. I
Speaker 1: am so so sorry. So according to mortified and still
Speaker 1: jingling ladies, gents, we should staying away from lingerie that
Speaker 1: has bells on it. I don't know anything like that,
Speaker 1: so I don't have to worry before we dive in.
Speaker 1: Here's tonight's long, filthy sounding rental. Listen close. I'm hard
Speaker 1: and stiff. When I stand at attention, you grip me tight,
Speaker 1: stroke me slow and fast without hesitation. I was silent
Speaker 1: in the dark, but when you work me right, I
Speaker 1: explode with a loud bang. Give me quite the sight.
Speaker 1: Yet I'm completely innocent. What am I? Answers are coming
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Speaker 1: Dear Nikki. This happened back in the day while I
Speaker 1: was still in the Navy in the nineties as a
Speaker 1: young petty officer which means a senior enlisted guy. I
Speaker 1: was with seeing the military going through dramatic changes in
Speaker 1: placing females in more and more complex and combat related roles.
Speaker 1: By the time, these shiny pennies were getting small combat
Speaker 1: ships in the Navy and its infinite wisdom decided placing
Speaker 1: a few officers on board, which would ease transition, because
Speaker 1: everyone knows that a twenty three year old in listen
Speaker 1: fresh from college has all the control of a professionalism
Speaker 1: required to avoid any misconduct. We had five females on board,
Speaker 1: two mid grade officers and three junior officers. How many
Speaker 1: guys you might wonder. The crew was little shy of
Speaker 1: three hundred, so you could do the math of women
Speaker 1: ratio two men. Now might be a good time to
Speaker 1: let you know the average age of anyone on our
Speaker 1: military is under thirty. Introduce Miss Laurie Smith, the barely
Speaker 1: twenty three year old checked on board about two months
Speaker 1: before we deployed, and only after she graduated for college,
Speaker 1: not too much prior. This seemingly innocent, blonde haired beauty
Speaker 1: was quickly focal point for most of the men. She
Speaker 1: was signed to the navigation department, and it's still my
Speaker 1: belief that the reason was because it only had five
Speaker 1: guys in that department to oogle over her and less
Speaker 1: of a chance of a issue. Also, she answered directly
Speaker 1: to an executive officer and he kept pretty close tabs
Speaker 1: on her for the first couple of months we deployed.
Speaker 1: For what started off as six months, it turned out
Speaker 1: to be longer. And here i am late twenties at
Speaker 1: the time, plus ten years plus service under my belt,
Speaker 1: and I'm standing the mid watch watch in a foreign
Speaker 1: land for U non military folk. The mid watch for
Speaker 1: US was from midnight to O six hundred while the
Speaker 1: ship was in port. This watch consisted of standing twenty
Speaker 1: four hours a day on the ship bridge and coordinating
Speaker 1: all posted arm guards. However, as soon as the sun
Speaker 1: went down, all the lights turned off to keep from
Speaker 1: being silhouetted, and the only exception was our flashlights with
Speaker 1: red lenses. The first hour, I had her read the
Speaker 1: standing orders and policies and try to instill the importance
Speaker 1: of leadership in the potentially hazardous situation. What made this
Speaker 1: all bullshit to her was the fact that we were
Speaker 1: visiting a country that was very much our allies, and
Speaker 1: to keep from anything becoming newsworthy, our host country had
Speaker 1: provided a three meter high double fence with armed cars
Speaker 1: patrolling the inside and outside. Even my guys walking around
Speaker 1: the ship knew we were only in there in case
Speaker 1: Halbrooke loose, So this time it was a pretty slack watch.
Speaker 1: This petite five foot four inch blonde with what I
Speaker 1: could only assume as to having a small to medium
Speaker 1: sized brass graduated college lesson six months ago, is on
Speaker 1: watch with a crusty old chief in the dark for
Speaker 1: the next six hours. What could possibly happen? Assume, you
Speaker 1: might ask, what a dirty sailor wouldn't recognize the tits
Speaker 1: and ass on the sexy little minx. The kind of
Speaker 1: sailor who had never seen this officer in anything other
Speaker 1: than a working uniform, which at the time was cover alls.
Speaker 1: Ill fitting coveralls did little to the imagination of what
Speaker 1: would lay underneath navy could curve a bump or be conceptualized.
Speaker 1: Was she attractive, no doubt about it. Her face was angelic,
Speaker 1: Her smile was full of sparkly white teeth, blight blue
Speaker 1: eyes seemed to be pools of sea blue that Nettune
Speaker 1: himself could admire. She was slender and petite, and then
Speaker 1: I knew from her standing next to my six three
Speaker 1: to a profound frame. I digress back to the story
Speaker 1: Boredom said in quickly, and it didn't take long for
Speaker 1: our conversation to lead to more personal matters in her
Speaker 1: adventurous days in college and tailgate parties on game days
Speaker 1: and sorority mixers, and of course a few of my
Speaker 1: own exploits from three past employments while in Spain, in
Speaker 1: Thailand and Puerto Rico started to come out, so we
Speaker 1: both admitted to having a bit of a wild streak.
Speaker 1: It came time to make our log entries and that
Speaker 1: everything was going well on watch, so I brought her
Speaker 1: over to the table to show her how to make
Speaker 1: the appropriate reports. With it being so dark and the
Speaker 1: chart table being so small, she stood incredibly close. Back
Speaker 1: in boot camp, we had the term for this nut
Speaker 1: to butt. Little did I know that how true this
Speaker 1: was going to be. But she stood in front of me.
Speaker 1: My chest hovered millimeters from her back. When she leaned
Speaker 1: back as the angle of her flashlight to see their report,
Speaker 1: I felt her firm mass push into my groin. The
Speaker 1: immense after having so quickly the blood rush at light's
Speaker 1: blead to my cock, causing it to grow a month
Speaker 1: or so without getting laid can have its effect. Nervousness
Speaker 1: set in, and I back up, hoping it wasn't too late.
Speaker 1: I found myself taking equal rights officer in the morning.
Speaker 1: Chief What goes here? She asked, And of course I
Speaker 1: couldn't see the darn thing, so I attempted to sidestep
Speaker 1: her to look over her shoulder when she moved just
Speaker 1: in time for my groin to come back in contact
Speaker 1: with her backside. Okay, remember me talking about these coveralls.
Speaker 1: I also need to tell you there's no way in
Speaker 1: hell a guy could hide an erection in them. They
Speaker 1: fit so loosely and nothing has ever held at bay
Speaker 1: and confined. Think about when a guy wears sweatpants and
Speaker 1: no underwear. So now there's no doubt in my sea
Speaker 1: loving mind that she could feel the hardness that was
Speaker 1: saying hello to her bumb She said something cheesy like,
Speaker 1: I just want to make sure everything's lined up right
Speaker 1: and its proper entry is made, while wiggling her ass
Speaker 1: just a little more and grinding it up on me. Well,
Speaker 1: miss Smith, I think you know exactly what you're doing
Speaker 1: and have everything lined up just fine. And so it began.
Speaker 1: Not the wisest of military decisions I made over the years,
Speaker 1: considering the potential of repercussions, but I allowed this girl
Speaker 1: woman to tease me and play. My hands went to
Speaker 1: her waist and rested on her hips, and she only
Speaker 1: had to push back a little more fully hard Now
Speaker 1: she ground that ass up and down, pressing it firmly
Speaker 1: and gave a little whimper in the process, feeling the
Speaker 1: effects she was having on me. Do I really need
Speaker 1: to say? The stays between you and me, ma'am, I
Speaker 1: asked her. I can follow orders very well, chief, was
Speaker 1: her reply. I turned the flashlight off and total darkness
Speaker 1: consumed us. One hand reached up and around to find
Speaker 1: that I was correct in the assumption of her breast sighs.
Speaker 1: The round globe fit nicely in the palm of my
Speaker 1: hand and I massauged. My mother had found this very
Speaker 1: good use of reversible zipper on her coveralls. They had
Speaker 1: a double zipper so the guy can zip from down
Speaker 1: to up to facilitate taking a piss. Now it was
Speaker 1: going to give me access without having to remove her clothes.
Speaker 1: I slipped my hand inside and find what feels like
Speaker 1: a standard cotton Panni's. But what isn't standard issue was
Speaker 1: the wet spot in them. My fingers quickly slipped inside
Speaker 1: the waistband to find a smooth, but very what slit.
Speaker 1: With the bridge being eerily quiet, even her subdued bones
Speaker 1: seemed to echo as if put on loud speaker. You
Speaker 1: have to be quiet, I said, and she whimpered more
Speaker 1: as I slid my middle two fingers in and out
Speaker 1: of her pussy. She continues to press her back and
Speaker 1: head into my chest as one of my arms wrapped
Speaker 1: around her body while the other hand was quickly fingered
Speaker 1: her to orgasm. When it came, she stood there bracing
Speaker 1: herself with her hands gripping the chart table. Her body shuddered.
Speaker 1: I held her in place and rode her through it,
Speaker 1: removing my soaked hand from her coveralls. I licked my
Speaker 1: fingers to taste the sweet flavors of her orgasm. Breathing hard,
Speaker 1: Miss Smith took deep breasts, trying to fill her lungs
Speaker 1: with a much needed oxygen. My left hand only left
Speaker 1: her breasts long enough to unzip her coveralls from top
Speaker 1: to bottom, and I could reach inside and massage both
Speaker 1: modest sized titties, filling the hard points through standardissue white
Speaker 1: tea sands bra Miss Smith stepped away from me, and
Speaker 1: I heard her zipping up and down as the case
Speaker 1: may be, to put hers shoveled uniform back in order.
Speaker 1: Slightly confused, I wonder what was going on since my
Speaker 1: cock was still hard as the forward anchor. It wasn't
Speaker 1: long before she eased my concerns. Her hands found the
Speaker 1: zipper to my coveralls and getting on her knees. I
Speaker 1: soon felt the heat of her warm, wet mouth as
Speaker 1: it allowed me from the head and shaft. I wish
Speaker 1: I could tell you the paint, the erotic visial of
Speaker 1: what was going on, but I can't. The color of
Speaker 1: the coveralls are dark, davy blue, and when she was
Speaker 1: got on her knees, she disappeared into darkness with only
Speaker 1: a vague outlines of movement being seen. I can only
Speaker 1: tell you that I leaned my head back, rested a
Speaker 1: hand on the back of her head, and enjoyed the
Speaker 1: pure bliss of our talented mouth moving down my shaft,
Speaker 1: while occasionally sopping to suck and lick the head. Now
Speaker 1: it was my own moans and gruns that filled the
Speaker 1: dark space, and between holding my breath and biting my lip,
Speaker 1: I tried my best to keep from coming too soon,
Speaker 1: but the sounds of her sucking mouth, which seemed to
Speaker 1: be amplified in the darkness, made the whole scenario overwhelming.
Speaker 1: Whispering in gasp breaths I'm going to come to warn
Speaker 1: her only caused her to increase her efforts soon folly
Speaker 1: after volley washed down her throat, and hearing her gulps
Speaker 1: and swallowing seemed to enhance the pleasure I was receiving.
Speaker 1: It was my turn to grab the chart table with
Speaker 1: clenched fists, and Miss Smith took every bit I could
Speaker 1: give her without missing a drop. When my own orgasm subsided,
Speaker 1: Miss Lourie Smith stood up while I put my softening
Speaker 1: cock back in its place and zipped up. Pulling her close,
Speaker 1: I kissed her heart on the mouth, tasting my own saltiness.
Speaker 1: We completed the entries in our log books and still
Speaker 1: had about four hours to watch left, so we spent
Speaker 1: the next two to three hours talking, groping, and teasing.
Speaker 1: I fingered her to a couple more orgasms, and my
Speaker 1: reward was her dainty fingers stroking me to release. Sunrise
Speaker 1: that particular morning was just a bit more pleasant to watch.
Speaker 1: We decided that from time to time a little playtime
Speaker 1: could be fun, but we wouldn't make it very often,
Speaker 1: nor would we make it obvious that fratternization was going
Speaker 1: on between an officer and an enlisted guy. With us
Speaker 1: being in different departments, we didn't have to work that
Speaker 1: close together, which made it easier. True to our word,
Speaker 1: we hooked up a few more times of that deployment,
Speaker 1: and twice more Miss Lorie volunteered for extra instruction during
Speaker 1: a couple of mid watches and other countries where we
Speaker 1: thought it was safe both tactically and professionally. I honestly
Speaker 1: don't think anyone was the wiser that this young innocent
Speaker 1: in Listen and a crusty old chief that had banged
Speaker 1: each other's brains out a few times, making serving our
Speaker 1: country a little less stress filled that deployment. God bless
Speaker 1: America and go Navy. Gary. First of all, thank you
Speaker 1: so much for your service. I am a Navy brat,
Speaker 1: so I'm sure you'll understand when I say this fair
Speaker 1: winds and following seas. I really enjoyed this so much,
Speaker 1: and it brought back so many memories of me because
Speaker 1: I was dating a Navy person at the time. They
Speaker 1: brought on women unto ships and he was on a submarine.
Speaker 1: So anyway, it was around ninety six ninety seven if
Speaker 1: I remember right, Gary, quote me if I'm wrong, but
Speaker 1: it may have been going on before that, but his
Speaker 1: particular ship was bringing them on around that time, and
Speaker 1: it was out of California, kind of like I guess
Speaker 1: think you were. But back to this, this was hot,
Speaker 1: definitely very much hot. I could see this being me,
Speaker 1: not blonde, petite, and I didn't have B two C tits,
Speaker 1: so this definitely isn't me. I was at Oklhoma State anyway,
Speaker 1: so this definitely wasn't me. But yeah, I could honestly
Speaker 1: see me doing this one hundred and ten percent. If
Speaker 1: you were butt to nut to somebody, what do you think,
Speaker 1: would you let them if it was an, as he
Speaker 1: would say, a compromising position. You know, really shouldn't be
Speaker 1: doing this kind of thing very much, could get you
Speaker 1: in trouble, or would you risk it? There are good stories,
Speaker 1: there are bad stories where it falls, and Gary, I'm
Speaker 1: happy to know that yours fell and the positive this
Speaker 1: still would have been me though, I'm just saying for
Speaker 1: some reason, I am I cannot think of the movie
Speaker 1: I'm thinking of Wait, I remember in Harm's Way with
Speaker 1: Maggie and Rock, and you know I had this whole
Speaker 1: even though that's not in the movie at all. It's
Speaker 1: a very old movie, so it's black and white. But
Speaker 1: if you haven't seen it, it's good. It's long, but
Speaker 1: it's good done. Gee. College was such a fun time
Speaker 1: for so many reasons. The parties, the freedom, the experiments,
Speaker 1: and feeling of invincibility. I was heading back to school
Speaker 1: to begin my sophomore year at college. I was nineteen, fit,
Speaker 1: long dark brown hair, green eyes, tiny waist and perky
Speaker 1: sea tits and a plump little ass. It was moving
Speaker 1: in day, so I was dressed in tight booty shorts
Speaker 1: and a T shirt the kind that when you lift
Speaker 1: your arms you could see the bottom of your tits.
Speaker 1: By sophomore year, I was a pro, and my parents
Speaker 1: helped me move in and unpack quickly. I was curious
Speaker 1: to meet my new roommate, as my roommate of the
Speaker 1: year prior didn't make it past the freshman year before
Speaker 1: flunking out. I was just organizing when it walked in
Speaker 1: up teat dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. She wasn't
Speaker 1: more than five three and made me feel like a
Speaker 1: giant at five six. She smiled enthusiastically dropped her box
Speaker 1: on her bed. She introduced herself as Hannah. A few
Speaker 1: seconds later walked in her mother. She was dressed like
Speaker 1: she was coming to a business meeting, with two small
Speaker 1: bags in her hands. She set them down, introduced herself
Speaker 1: as Hannah's mother. She looked like a bigger size than Hannah.
Speaker 1: Late forties early fifties, dirty blonde hair, dark eyes, petite waist,
Speaker 1: and a great smile. They both asked the normal questions
Speaker 1: about the campus, the dorm, and what the food was like,
Speaker 1: some of the main rules, et cetera. The girls seemed
Speaker 1: nice and I was relieved I didn't get a cunty
Speaker 1: room mate. About twenty minutes later, as we both organized
Speaker 1: our sides of the rooms, another person entered through the
Speaker 1: propped open door. I could tell he was male. I
Speaker 1: assumed it was our father, but couldn't see his face
Speaker 1: right away because he was carrying a heavy box. When
Speaker 1: he plopped the box down on the floor, it revealed
Speaker 1: a silver fox. I've always had a thing for older men.
Speaker 1: I don't know why, I have no daddy issues. Hello,
Speaker 1: he said in a deep, friendly voice, offering a handshake.
Speaker 1: I'm well, we'll call him Sean. I grabbed his hand
Speaker 1: and looked right in his eyes and introduced myself. He's
Speaker 1: about six foot feet tall, early fifties, average build, tone
Speaker 1: but not huge muscles. He had gray hair, a white
Speaker 1: T shirt and jeans on. He started to joke about
Speaker 1: how he had all the heavy stuff to move and
Speaker 1: the girls didn't. About ten minutes after he arrived, Hannah
Speaker 1: and her mom said they had to run to the
Speaker 1: store to pick up a few more items. Sean said
Speaker 1: he had a few more heavy boxes to bring up,
Speaker 1: and since they were in separate cars, he'd stay behind.
Speaker 1: One by one. He brought up box after box on
Speaker 1: his fourth or fifth trip. I asked him something about
Speaker 1: the plug behind my bed. I bent over in my
Speaker 1: booty shorts acid air and fidgeted with a cord. I
Speaker 1: glanced back to see if he was looking, and he was.
Speaker 1: He quickly looked away and came over to inspect the
Speaker 1: outlet chord. Thank you, I smiled as I touched his
Speaker 1: arm and made small talk with me about my major,
Speaker 1: the school, et cetera. He asked about social events and
Speaker 1: jokingly said to be sure his daughter and I didn't
Speaker 1: party too hard. I laughed and said he didn't have
Speaker 1: to worry because the boys at the school were immature
Speaker 1: and parties were usually broken up before they got out
Speaker 1: of hand. That's why I don't have a boyfriend, They're
Speaker 1: so immature, I said. He gave me a fatherly answer
Speaker 1: of not wasting my time on boys. I've always preferred
Speaker 1: older men, I said. I could tell he was flustered.
Speaker 1: He didn't make much eye contact with me after that
Speaker 1: as he unpacked the boxes, and I figured this wasn't
Speaker 1: going anywhere. I complimented the tattoo on his forearm. And
Speaker 1: have a tattoo too, I said. He asked of what kind.
Speaker 1: I lifted my shirt so he could just see the
Speaker 1: bottom of my breast. My tattoo was on my upper
Speaker 1: ribs on the side. He gave me a confused look
Speaker 1: and said, oh. I asked him to help me move
Speaker 1: some furniture before he left, because I needed someone with muscles.
Speaker 1: He greed politely. As I lifted the desks in my room,
Speaker 1: was shimmy and turn it. I said, oh, no, it's
Speaker 1: too heavy, and he came behind me to lift it.
Speaker 1: It was pretty small dorm, so when he came behind me,
Speaker 1: I rubbed my ass against his cock. I quickly turned
Speaker 1: so I was facing him. I told you how a
Speaker 1: thing for older men, I said, I'm married and my
Speaker 1: wife and daughter will back any minute. Not without that.
Speaker 1: I pointed to her dorm room key on her bed. No, no, no,
Speaker 1: I've never sh I said, pressing my body against his.
Speaker 1: I tilted up my chin for a kiss, and he
Speaker 1: kissed back. I couldn't fucking believe it. I'd never seduced
Speaker 1: someone like this. I felt like I was in a porn.
Speaker 1: I slid my tongue in his mouth and he backed away.
Speaker 1: I can't he started again. I ignored him and kept
Speaker 1: kissing him, now rubbing his cocks through his chains. I
Speaker 1: need you to do this please. I took off my
Speaker 1: shirt so I was dressed in my bronze shorts. He
Speaker 1: began to rub my tits and I'm he moaned quietly
Speaker 1: in his ear. His cock was throbbing, pushing against his jeans,
Speaker 1: begging to be freed. I undid the zipper and took
Speaker 1: him in my mouth, pushing his ass against my face
Speaker 1: with one hand and twisting around his cock while my
Speaker 1: sucking it. Fuck, he moaned quietly. I looked up him
Speaker 1: while on my knees sucking his cock, and he just
Speaker 1: stared at me, grinning. Ohn'che to fuck me, I said,
Speaker 1: without responding. He took down my panties in shorts and
Speaker 1: asked if I had a condom. I pulled at the
Speaker 1: one in the side table and he put it on
Speaker 1: his cock. He took off his shirt, but refused to
Speaker 1: take off his jeans, round his ankles in case he
Speaker 1: had to get dressed quickly. He undid my brow so
Speaker 1: I was completely naked and laid me down on my bed.
Speaker 1: He must have been very turned on because he didn't
Speaker 1: even start slow. He slammed his stick into my dripping
Speaker 1: pussy and kept pounding it, watching my tits jiggle. He
Speaker 1: grabbed my waist and hammered it on to me while
Speaker 1: I played with my clip. He slowed and said he
Speaker 1: didn't want to come yet. I pushed him off and
Speaker 1: got all fours my bed ass up. Stretch my pussy,
Speaker 1: I said, as I fingered myself giving him a little show.
Speaker 1: He commented on how wet my pussy was before pulling
Speaker 1: me toward him. He went to enter me and slid
Speaker 1: almost into my ass. I told him he could use
Speaker 1: me however he wanted. He moaned holy fuck, but didn't
Speaker 1: take me up on the offer. Again, pounded my creamy
Speaker 1: pussy hard and fast, and I moaned into my pillow,
Speaker 1: trying to control the noises. At this point, it was
Speaker 1: begging for his come. I wanted him to come inside me.
Speaker 1: I asked him to take off the condom, but he wouldn't.
Speaker 1: Right before he came, the only dirty words he uttered
Speaker 1: were you're my fucking slut, right come? And my slutty
Speaker 1: little pussy, I begged. Before he burst inside me, he
Speaker 1: moaned fairly loudly. He quickly removed the condom and asked
Speaker 1: what to do with it. I took a tissue, rolled
Speaker 1: it up inside and said take care of it, and
Speaker 1: then I got down on my knees and licked it
Speaker 1: up what was left on his softening cock. He tastes
Speaker 1: so good, I said. He quickly pulled up his jeans
Speaker 1: and put his T shirt on. I've never done anything
Speaker 1: like that before. You're not gonna tell Hannah, are you,
Speaker 1: he asked. I assured him that our little secret, and
Speaker 1: it was. He left, and Hannah and her mom his wife, returned.
Speaker 1: They had bags of essentials and stacks. I said, they'd
Speaker 1: just been sean. Hannah turned out to be a good
Speaker 1: roommate and friend, though we were never close enough to
Speaker 1: invide each other over for the holidays and things. I
Speaker 1: often wondered how her dad would have reacted if I
Speaker 1: showed up. I saw him sometimes picking her up from afar.
Speaker 1: He'd just wave and I'd wave back. I wonder if
Speaker 1: he still thinks about the time he fucked his daughter's roommate.
Speaker 1: I know I do. Beth. Hello, Beth, how are you?
Speaker 1: I I'm yeah, I as you. I don't really have
Speaker 1: to tell you that silver foxes I just been yeah
Speaker 1: a thing for me. I don't know if I if
Speaker 1: I would have been this brave. I like it all,
Speaker 1: even if I really wanted to. But you know, I
Speaker 1: just was never one of those girls or a woman
Speaker 1: that is like this. I'm I'm yeah, I'm just not.
Speaker 1: I'm not one of those women that can come up
Speaker 1: and make comments like that, even though they flow off
Speaker 1: my tongue quite nicely. So I'm told I'm more of
Speaker 1: a conversation I'm getting wet, and we're more flirting with
Speaker 1: nonverbal cues. That is me, so's I'm more of a slow,
Speaker 1: long and tense burn. Whereas you know I do. I wish,
Speaker 1: I wish I knew how to do those. I always
Speaker 1: feel weird if I I'm going to even with the
Speaker 1: well my lover, you know, they come off as like
Speaker 1: there's a woman out there. I think she's on Insta.
Speaker 1: I found her on ins I think where it shows
Speaker 1: all these women doing sexy poses and stuff like that,
Speaker 1: and she just you know, that's me. That is completely me.
Speaker 1: And I hate if you have some big thing of
Speaker 1: me being eloquent and poised and that's so not me.
Speaker 1: I mean, I can, I guess, I'm told, But if
Speaker 1: I tried, like like I'm gonna do this, no, it's
Speaker 1: not me. I'm not so this is sexy as it was,
Speaker 1: would not be me. And it sounds like as long
Speaker 1: as little time he was there, there'd be no chance
Speaker 1: for a slow burn. Or maybe there would be, and
Speaker 1: then it would be built up, and then it would
Speaker 1: turn into this other kind of thing like later on
Speaker 1: we would pick up. So who knows, Right, if you
Speaker 1: were taking your child to college, right and the roommate
Speaker 1: came onto you when they were out of the room,
Speaker 1: gone for a while, would this be you? Or was
Speaker 1: this in? Was this you maybe in the same kind
Speaker 1: of same scenario but kind of you know, kind of
Speaker 1: thing here, but the opposite. You're the one, you're the
Speaker 1: younger one. Would this be you? For me? It's a no,
Speaker 1: but it is hot, don't get me wrong. I just
Speaker 1: don't know if I, like I said, I'm a good
Speaker 1: whiskey slow burn. Just saying I think this is a
Speaker 1: perfect place to stop for the day. I want to
Speaker 1: thank you again for joining me, and Gary showed us
Speaker 1: that sometimes the darkest places, literally and figuratively, are the
Speaker 1: brightest sparks of pro fidden lust. Ignite Beth proved that
Speaker 1: confidence in a pair of booty shorts can turn into
Speaker 1: a polite movement. Day into a secret that will still
Speaker 1: make her wet years later. I think it still does.
Speaker 1: Together they whisper one delicious truth, power, imbalances, ranks, ring,
Speaker 1: and the risks don't always stop with the desire. They
Speaker 1: just make the release that much more explosive. So tonight,
Speaker 1: ask yourself, what uniform title or wedding band have you
Speaker 1: fantasized about crossing? What no? Would you turn into a
Speaker 1: breathless yes, if the lights were low enough and the
Speaker 1: timing was just right, and the riddle the answers. A flashlight,
Speaker 1: you know, the one Dereck Gary didn't have, or a
Speaker 1: real one hard when you stand it up, stroke it
Speaker 1: to turn it on and slightly in the dark, then
Speaker 1: click explodes with light. Your minds are beautifully delicious and
Speaker 1: I love it. And inclosing, hello lover, why don't we
Speaker 1: sneak onto the empty bridge at midnight, lights off red
Speaker 1: flesh light only, and let you press me against the
Speaker 1: chart table while you grind your back until you forget
Speaker 1: every rule we're supposed to follow. Until next time, ladies
Speaker 1: and gentlemen, have a fabulous rest of your week.