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The rain crashes down on hands already dripping hair. The
clouds threatened a storm that she hopes would stay away
for at least another hour. She watches him dancing across
the field as she does every Saturday morning, the promise
of so much pounding in his young legs. Of course,
socer had never been her idea. It was his dad's,
But then where was his dad? As usual, all talk
and finger pointing at Anne and no actual substance. She
cheered Johnny. Of course she did. He was her son
and she was proud of him whatever he did, even
if she didn't understand the rules of the game. He
was kicking the ball and he seemed to be getting
past everyone else, So that was good, right. She sure
hoped so, because she was cheering as loud as her
lungs would allow. Seeing his final strike at the ball
and watching it majestically strike the back of the net
just filled her with so much joy her chest felt
like it might burst. Jumping up and down on the spot,
she didn't notice the rain pouring down her face and
shirt slipping as she landed in the mud. She managed
to save herself from falling face first with an outstretched arm. However,
the mud did managed to cover her arm, coat and shirt.
Despite the mud, despite the rain, she was still gleefully
unaware when the whistle blew and the children filed off
the pitch toward the changing rooms. As the parents moved
away to find cover from the rain, knowing it would
be at least another hour of team showers and whatever
else they did in the den of their changing rooms,
and stood alone on the field, turning her gaze met
the familiar brown eyes of her ex husband. Suddenly all
her relation was gone. His lips curled into a strained
smile that she had once found so sexy, but now
it just reminded her of the crawel that lived behind
that fake smile. Did they win, he asked, his eyes
tracing the mud over her wet shirt. They did, and
Johnny scored the winning goal. She said triumphantly. Oh good,
tell him I was here all the time, Chris. I'm
not getting dragged into your lines with Johnny. He was
bad enough when we were together, she responded, her mood
dropping as her anger rose. Without warning, his hand lashed
out and grabbed her hair tightly. You always were a
selfish bitch. Won't lie to Johnny, won't lie to the cops,
So he's about just you and your fucking morals, he
bit out, twisting her hair painfully, and from nowhere, a
hand appeared, grabbing Chris's arms as a deep voice said,
let the lady go. Chris sneered as he turned to
face the young man that stood next to him. Say nothing.
He just released his grip and walked away, spitting at
the ground as they both watched him return to his car. Eventually,
she simply said thanks to the young man, suddenly embarrassingly
aware of how messy she looked. She had actually tried
to dress up before the soccer game to day, but
now all her effort was gone, as she looked like
she had been dragged across the field through the mud.
I'm Jewles, I run the Rising Stars program, the resonant
voice echoed through her body. His sparkling blue eyes bored
into her. Feeling a little overwhelmed by the intensity of
the chemistry that sparked between them, and could only whisper
I'm an Johnny's mum, a blush spreading over her body.
You look like you need to dry off. You know
the kids will be a while before they get out
of the changing room, every word dripping with the promise
of pleasure as he spoke and just nodded in response,
her mind too confused to form coherent sentences. Following him
across the fields, he led them into a small room
set away from the grass. It seemed to be some
sort of office. Come therapy room, your office, she managed,
watching him move behind her in the full length mirror
on the wall. Yeah, and I do physio for the club.
When it's needed, he whispered in her ear from behind,
as his hand slid her coat off her shoulder. The
heat of his body pressed against hers through her wet clothes,
his breath seeming to Caressn's neck, sending a shudder of
long forgotten anticipation through her body. Without moving his head,
his breath seemed to develop a mind of its own,
caressing the nape of her neck, immersed in the pleasure
of his distant caress. Her eyes closed of their own accord,
hiding the sensations moving through her nerves. As his fingertips
slide her coat on her arms, a torrent of goosebumps
are rubbed from behind his touch. Trying to resist the
desire already flaming in her core, and boils her hands
into fists. His fingers discovered the soft flesh on the
inside of her forearms, slowly moving lower, and can only
bite her bottom lip to suppress a moan. She never
realized her skins could be so sensitive, the combination of
the chill from the earlier rain and the sensuously warm
touch of his fingers forcing her desire higher feeling. The
weight of her coat dropped from her body and shivered
as a kiss of breeze pressed against the wet material
of her shirt, the mud making it cling tighter to
her breast. She dared not open her eyes, as it
might only confirmed how erect her nipples were, the sensation
swirling inside her firm nubs only betraying the aching between
her thighs. As he opened his lips to whisper again,
the caress of his breath feawling images of just where
Anne needs his lips to be. Right now, I have
a washer oute back for my kit. Let me take
your shirt and wash it so we'll be clean for
when Johnny is done. That voice resonates through Anne's body.
Oblivious to the words, Anne can only nod enthusiastically at
the fantasies running through her mind. Right now. With a
firm gentle, his fingers slid through the buttons in her shirt,
a brief sensation of her shirt tightening as he slowly
maneuvers each button, and then relaxing, forcing her nipples to
grow hard under the shirt. Stinging kiss bolts of electricity
shoot from her nipples down her abdomen, finding the beating
pulse of her desire with disconcerting ease. Each and every
button is painfully and slowly released, each and every button
sending more and more bolts of pleasure through a body
already and can fill the gentle clutching inside her with
the anticipation of the pleasure she might enjoy as he
he slides a damn shirt over her skin, the trail
of it causing a wave of trembling delight to move
up and down her body, her naked flesh tingling at
this cool air, kissing every inch as his fingers move
the soft material down her body. Her teeth bite a
little harder into her bottom lip as she feels his
finger tips dance over the soft flesh of her breast,
tracing her gentle curves through the lace of her braw
the desire burning so intensely her core muscles tense and
release in desperate need. The muscles in her thighs tensing
as if trying to control the wet ache that teases
between her thighs, her whole body tensing and expectant desire
as his fingers guided the damn shirt down her back,
forcing her spine to arch as the cold caress moves
over the smaller her back. His fingers just seemed to
linger there in response to her obvious ache as a
shirt falls from her body, only the lace of her
brow covering her rebellious nipples, which, despite her best efforts,
just seemed to pulse with need, a need she fills
deep within her core, the cool air embracing her almost
naked torso, the sudden onsalt of intense sensations forcing a
whimper from her lips. He felt so close, but somehow
he now felt physical closer. The hard pressure on the
small of her back as he slides his fingers through
the waistband of her jenes creating a new focus for
her imagination. She is completely oblivious as her jeanes are loosened,
her mind completely focused on the throbbing erect cock pulsing
against her back. Without thinking, she steps out of her
genes as they become a crumpled pile around her ankles,
leaving her thighs parted in a welcome invitation for his
beautifully strong fingers to explore deeper more intimately. The cool
breeze seems to find itself along the inside of her thighs,
gently kissing at the soft material of her pan tees,
sending a tremble of desire along her folds, her thighs
tensing tightly as his fingertips move along the edge of
her panties, sliding just a little inside the material, slowly,
artfully moving along her outer fALS, the teasing sensation forcing
Anne to push her head back against his shoulder, resting
on him as a trembling in her pussy grows, pressing
her ass back against his hard cock in desperate need.
The sensation of his firm length moving between her cheeks,
so painfully delightful, so agonizingly enticing a gentle rumble pulses
through his chest, resonating against Anne's back. She can Picture's
cock sliding between her cheeks and her mind, every delicious
inch sliding up and down, so agonizingly slowly, despite his
fingers either side of her panties, caressing the entire length
of her folds, the dampness of her feminine desire caressing
the inside of her thighs, almost as if she could
fill his warm, damp lips caressing the inside of her thighs,
his teeth biting gently, stingingly on their soft flesh, the
heat moving higher through her body desperately and moves against
his fingers trying to will them inside a aching pussy.
Despite his obvious need, he resists her attempts, continuing to
massage her folds gently, even when his fingers discover her clid,
gently sliding his hood back to expose to the breeze,
forcing a moan from Ann's lips. He continues to cress
gently around it, somehow hinting at the pleasure that is
to come, forcing it higher, intensifying it. Anne's body tight
with urgent need, Sliding his fingers back down the length
of her fonts, caressing, teasing, he massages that spot at
the back of her pussy firmly, creating a new wave
of clutching to explode in Anne's pussy before he slices
his fingers back up, pressing ever so lightly just inside
a pussy, just on the edge of her neat. And
when he explores her clit again, it is positively burning
with need, swollen and aching. The caress of his fingertip
over her sensitive nub sending an avalanche of pleasure through
her body. Her whole body tenses with the sensations flooding
through her. Lazily, his fingertip circles her clit occasionally brushing
over it, each caress, accentuating the pleasure in her body.
As he rubs her cleat between his forefinger and thumb,
the delightful sting of desire shoots through her, a wonderful
mixture of pain and pleasure which Anne hasn't experienced before.
Sliding his fingers slowly down her pussy, he finally pushes
his fingers deep inside her welcoming lips, the very tip
of his fingers massaging the walls of her pussy, defining
firm circles as he touches at one spot. Her desperate
desire now a torrent of need, and places her hands
either side of the mirror, pressing against the wall, pushing
firmly against his cock that she knows must need satisfaction
as much as her pussy does right now, feeling his
hands move slowly over the globes of her ass massaging
them firmly, as her tips of his trembling cock pushes
slowly along her folds, achingly close to where Anne needs
it to be. She watches him in the mirror, his
gaze intense with need as he slowly thrusts inside her.
At last, Anne's lips stretch around his girth, feeling them
slide along his length as he thrusts slowly and deeply
inside her, the head of his cock pushing along the
walls of her pussy, intensifying the sensations already inside her.
She can do little else but moan loudly, surrendering to
the wave of pleasure that has been tormenting her. Every
throbbing need in her body intensifies. His hand slide up
her naked back, gripping her shoulders tightly, pulling her back
on her every thrust as he pushes deeper and deeper,
harder and harder. Watching the burning intensity in his eyes
growing as he thrusts into a wet, needy haven, accentuates
a pleasure growing in Anne. His chest presses lightly along
her back, and his hands grasp her breast, pinching her
nipples roughly between finger and thumb as the thrusts of
his cock intensifies. Transfixed by his face, watching the movements
of pleasure move over his face in the mirror, and
pushes back against him, willing every thrust deeper. Dropping a
hand from the wall, she slides it between her thighs,
pushing her clit against its hardcock. Every thrust of his cock,
pushing intensely along her clit as he fucks her deeper
and deeper, harder and harder, and tries to control the
orgasm rising through a body, moaning loudly as she tries
to resist the hers to just let it explode, as
she feels him tense against her, his face gripped him
pleasure as he growls, his body shaking as his warm
stream of comet rubs in her pussy. She feels her
own body clutching wildly at him desperately as her orgasm
finally explodes through her body. Pulling out, he turns her quickly,
seating her on his desk as he drops to his knees,
lifting Anne's legs over his shoulders as he hungry flicks
at her pussy, sucking her still throbbing clit, biting it,
dragging it between his tongue and teeth, watching him in
the mirror, eating her pussy like a voracious animal. Orgasm
continues to grow, intensifying with every touch of his lip,
his mouth, his teeth, and clutches at his hair as
she rocks her pussy against him, The stubble on his
chin now forcing new sensations through a body. Her legs
tightened on his shoulders, pulling him hard against her needy folds.
As her orgasm explodes through a body again, trembling from
head to toe with a wave of pleasure, she cries
out in satisfaction. Closing her eyes, she can only gasp
at the whirlwind of orgasm moving up and down her body.
It might have been just minutes that past, maybe longer.
Before she opened her eyes again, Jewles repeated the question,
so shall we wash your clothes as he held her
gaze in the mirror, his hands resting protectively on her shoulders.
Although waking from her fantasy, she could still feel the
desire trembling through a body, smiling at yours in the
mirror and whispers, only if you help me get out
of them. So I hope you've enjoyed that, that little
dirty little story. That's dirty little story. That's what we need.
But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind,
this is devil in wild, wishing you solacious dreams, space
and at the apt things. Apt and Picat adapted