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Speaker 1: Maggie is a mature lady, full bodied and feeling her years.
Speaker 1: This Year's day, she has resolved to shed a few
Speaker 1: pounds to feel young again like she was before the change.
Speaker 1: Deciding a dance class is the ideal opportunity to shed
Speaker 1: those pounds, she gets caught in a rainstorm of biblical proportions,
Speaker 1: and the night just gets worse from there. What the
Speaker 1: heck has she done? Can her new dance teacher help
Speaker 1: her find her confidence again? Or will he just laugh
Speaker 1: out of the studio? Was this just going to be
Speaker 1: another disaster for Maggie? Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to
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Speaker 1: The rain lashed against the windows. Its thunderous sound resonated
Speaker 1: in Maggie's small apartment, looking down onto the pavements below.
Speaker 1: The street lights glimmered in the puddles that had decorated
Speaker 1: the sidewalk. Of course, this would be a perfect excuse
Speaker 1: not to go why the hell had she signed up
Speaker 1: for it in the first place, catching her reflection in
Speaker 1: the window. A cruel joke played by the universe to
Speaker 1: remind her why she had signed up, she needed to
Speaker 1: lose at least twenty pounds. Of course, originally she had
Speaker 1: signed up back in September so she could lose the
Speaker 1: weight for Thanksgiving, but life had got in the way,
Speaker 1: and so here she was New Year's Day, along with
Speaker 1: half the state, no doubt, attending dance classes to shed
Speaker 1: a few holiday pounds. If she'd actually gone back in September,
Speaker 1: then there would only have been a few people there,
Speaker 1: and she suspected now the dance studios would be full
Speaker 1: of people and that would make it a thousand times worse.
Speaker 1: But she just had to go tonight. The tutor had
Speaker 1: made it very clear she couldn't reschedule again without paying
Speaker 1: another fee, and she quite frankly couldn't afford to do that,
Speaker 1: and she couldn't afford not to lose the weight. Walking
Speaker 1: away from the window in the storm outside, she opened
Speaker 1: her closet. What the hell do I wear to a
Speaker 1: dance class? Anyway, she muttered. The leaflet had said to
Speaker 1: dress comfortably, but to wear hills. She wasn't quite sure
Speaker 1: how comfortable and hills had figured in the same sense,
Speaker 1: but she would do what she could Besides, at five
Speaker 1: foot two, she needed all the help in the height
Speaker 1: department she could get. Deciding sweatpants were probably a little
Speaker 1: too casual and comfortable, Maggie fingered through her selection of skirts.
Speaker 1: Her hands danced over the selection of material until she
Speaker 1: settled on a light cotton skirt that she normally wore
Speaker 1: in summer when the torturous sun ensured it was too
Speaker 1: hot to breathe. Of course, she was going to get
Speaker 1: very hot tonight, and wearing a heavy skirt wouldn't make
Speaker 1: it only so much worse. With the hot flashes, she
Speaker 1: would no doubt end up looking like she was coming
Speaker 1: through the menopause. Again. Happy with her logic, she selected
Speaker 1: a similarly light shirt, opening her underwear drawer for a moment,
Speaker 1: she hesitated for a moment. Damn, what to where underneath?
Speaker 1: She hated thongs and the thought of their cheesewire sensation
Speaker 1: would become even worse as she danced around the floor.
Speaker 1: Her every day cotton panties might be a touch too warm,
Speaker 1: and besides, which she had watched dancing on TV and
Speaker 1: their panties did seem to come on to display a
Speaker 1: lot of the time. Maggie wasn't sure she would be
Speaker 1: comfortable knowing people had seen those as her choice of underwear.
Speaker 1: What left was a white lace panties and ra At
Speaker 1: least it was a matching set, which could save any
Speaker 1: nasty comments from other ladies at the class. Resigned to
Speaker 1: her choices and wishing, like hell she had thought about
Speaker 1: this previously, Maggie slipped her robe off and dressed carefully,
Speaker 1: trying to ensure everything was securely placed for an evening
Speaker 1: of dance. She was more nervous tonight than she had
Speaker 1: been on her last date, and that had been a
Speaker 1: decade and thirty pounds ago. Selecting her shoes from the
Speaker 1: wreck at the bottom of her closet, she pondered for
Speaker 1: a moment she could carry the hills and wear sneakers.
Speaker 1: The problem with that was her now ample Bress had
Speaker 1: insured touching her toes wasn't without its challenges, and changing
Speaker 1: shoes in front of strangers was almost guaranteed to result
Speaker 1: in some sort of pratfall. But wearing them in this
Speaker 1: rain it would be a slow walk, and although the
Speaker 1: dance studio was only five minutes away, that was five
Speaker 1: minutes she would rather not spend in the rain. In
Speaker 1: a pair of five inch hills. After five minutes of
Speaker 1: internal debate, she settled on wearing heels just with a
Speaker 1: long raincoat. That way, at least she would be mostly dry.
Speaker 1: Slipping her feet into her shoes, she sighed, at least
Speaker 1: her shoe still fitted. Maybe the long raincoat would help
Speaker 1: cover her extra curves. She could remember when she was
Speaker 1: young and slim, she had no problem with clothes fitting
Speaker 1: her then. Now well, getting dressed filled her with dread.
Speaker 1: Doubts swarmed in her mind. She really didn't want to
Speaker 1: be the dancing walrus at the studio. Everyone else so
Speaker 1: slim and graceful, having done dancing for years. Closing her eyes,
Speaker 1: she forcibly stopped the thought pattern. Something in her mind
Speaker 1: was trying to convince her not to go, her little
Speaker 1: demon that seemed hell bent on keeping her overweight and single.
Speaker 1: And grabbing her raincoat, Maggie left her apartment to brave
Speaker 1: the storm before she did change her mind and break
Speaker 1: open the peanut butter. The rein drenched streets were empty
Speaker 1: as Maggie finally approached the door to the studio, her
Speaker 1: coat lacking in the down poor she pushed the door
Speaker 1: open and stumbled quickly inside, up two short flights of
Speaker 1: stairs and through the door to the ill passioned dance studio.
Speaker 1: Maggie stood in her own puddle in the brightly lit
Speaker 1: and seemingly empty room, Rufe to rufe. Mirrors adorned every wall,
Speaker 1: mocking her, making her heart sink. She really did not
Speaker 1: like mirrors. In the slightest oh, I have a pupil
Speaker 1: a valve. But his soft voice echoed from a corner.
Speaker 1: The owner of the voice stood up younger than his
Speaker 1: tone would portray. Beneath the sheen of his dark shirt,
Speaker 1: his biceps flaxed, stretching the material gently to give a
Speaker 1: suggestion of the body beneath. His shirt had been perfectly
Speaker 1: tailored to be tight enough to caress the contours of
Speaker 1: his youthful and strong body, yet loose enough for him
Speaker 1: to move freely. After watching numerous TV shows, Maggie was
Speaker 1: full aware of the trend of the dancers to flaunt
Speaker 1: impressive pectorals at every occasion, a trend this young man
Speaker 1: had adopted enthusiastically. Only three buttons at the bottom the
Speaker 1: shirt were fastened, the top of his shirt open, exposing
Speaker 1: his divine chest to seduce Maggie's lustful gaze. Somewhere deep
Speaker 1: inside her body, a long forgotten fire sparked to life,
Speaker 1: a passion, a desire she had consigned to the past.
Speaker 1: Her lips suddenly boned dry, she licked them without thinking
Speaker 1: as her gaze traced down his body. His pants were
Speaker 1: indecently tight around his hips, swirling impressively over his natural bulge. Ooh,
Speaker 1: he's just stuffed socks down there, Maggie mused, and desperate
Speaker 1: to derail her train of thought. What was she thinking?
Speaker 1: He was toned and fit, as she was well of
Speaker 1: a weight and completely unfit. Still, when she got home,
Speaker 1: she decided she would break out her pot of sadly
Speaker 1: unused loop and remind herself of the delight of self pleasure.
Speaker 1: She might even dust off her bullet vibe if she
Speaker 1: could remember where the hell she put it. I'm Meduardo,
Speaker 1: and you are Eduardo, said his lips, stretching into a
Speaker 1: broad smile, exposing his perfectly white teeth. Dropping his chin
Speaker 1: bag on the edge of the dance law, he raised
Speaker 1: his hand as if in the gesture of inviting her handshake.
Speaker 1: Stepping forward, Maggie reached out her own hand, which he
Speaker 1: took and raised it to his lips, kissing the back
Speaker 1: of her hand whilst his eyes fixed on hers in
Speaker 1: a ridiculously sensual way. Maggie realized she had just sighed
Speaker 1: at his kiss and blushed at her reaction. I'm Maggie,
Speaker 1: she replied, under again control of her senses. Well, Maggie,
Speaker 1: it seems like you have meat yourself tonight. There is
Speaker 1: a bathroom there if you would like to freshen up
Speaker 1: after surviving that rain, Eduardo said with a broad smile,
Speaker 1: feel free to use the towels and anything else you need.
Speaker 1: He raised his hand to indicate a door in the
Speaker 1: corner of the room. As she looked up, Maggie caught
Speaker 1: sight of herself for the first time since arriving. God
Speaker 1: she looked a mess. This was going to take more
Speaker 1: than a towel to put right. Her hair had exploded
Speaker 1: into a manic reruption. The little makeup she had put
Speaker 1: on that now smeared down her face, Her coat drooped
Speaker 1: with water, and by the looks of what she could
Speaker 1: see of her shirt underneath, the coat had done little
Speaker 1: to protect her from the rain. Maggie hurried to the
Speaker 1: bathroom gravel to escape the gaze of the mirrors, closing
Speaker 1: the door behind her. Her gaze automatically drifted to a
Speaker 1: small window, contemplating escape from this hellish embarrassment. It was
Speaker 1: too small, as she was two floors up. It would
Speaker 1: no doubt end up being even more embarrassing if she
Speaker 1: attempted to climb down through the rain. Taking her excusive
Speaker 1: a coat off and hanging it behind the door, she
Speaker 1: closed her eyes to steal herself before looking into the mirror. Thankfully,
Speaker 1: she thought she had only put on a small amount
Speaker 1: of makeup, given how much was smeared down her face.
Speaker 1: Her raincoat had in fact managed to prevent exactly no
Speaker 1: rain from decorating her shirt. The white cutton was now
Speaker 1: pretty much transparent and clung to her breast tightly. Rubbing
Speaker 1: a towel over her shirt did little to rectify the situation.
Speaker 1: Turning on the hand dryer, Maggie angled it to face
Speaker 1: her shirt. As she turned it on, the warm jet
Speaker 1: of air caress the cold water that covered her breasts,
Speaker 1: forcing her nipples even tighter, making them even more erect.
Speaker 1: Whil was not ideal, that was a lot better than
Speaker 1: a transparent shirt. She could ignore her desires for a
Speaker 1: little while longer, at least until the class was finished
Speaker 1: and she was home, cuddled up in her bed. Turning
Speaker 1: the air funnel again, she focused it onto her hair,
Speaker 1: blowing it frizzy but at least dry. Facing her reflection again,
Speaker 1: it was a truly horrifying sight. He looked like she
Speaker 1: had been electrocuted. Wiping her face viciously, she removed what
Speaker 1: remained of her makeup. Fuck, thank god no one else
Speaker 1: turned up, she whispered, opening the bathroom door. She re
Speaker 1: entered the main room with what she hoped was a
Speaker 1: semblance of dignity, and Wada rose again from his seat
Speaker 1: and strode across the floor. You look stunning, he said,
Speaker 1: his voice like velvet. Maggie could not help but think
Speaker 1: of all the means of stunning, Deciding he probably meant
Speaker 1: it looked like she might knock him out, she whispered,
Speaker 1: lying her not at all, look, he said, taking her
Speaker 1: hand and circling her in front of the mirror. The
Speaker 1: heat of his body pressed against her rain drenched back.
Speaker 1: He took her other hand, raising them both into the air.
Speaker 1: He stared at her reflection, the heat of his breath
Speaker 1: caressing her neck, raising an avalanche of goosebumps all over
Speaker 1: her body as he stared into the mirror, his face
Speaker 1: aside hers. Suddenly, Maggie was aware of a firm pressure
Speaker 1: into the small of her bag as Eduardo pressed against her.
Speaker 1: Definitely not sucks, she thought, as she pushed back against him,
Speaker 1: enjoying the gentle, throbbing pleasure into her back. It had
Speaker 1: been way too long. Your eyes have a passion burning
Speaker 1: inside them. This is true dancing, he whispered, his warm
Speaker 1: tones caressing her body in ways it shouldn't be possible.
Speaker 1: She shivered. Does his voice veowed every inch of her skin.
Speaker 1: Her core clutched aggressively at his touch. Her pussy swelled
Speaker 1: with need. She looked into the mirror, into Eduardo's case,
Speaker 1: into the fire that burned behind them. I'm fat, she
Speaker 1: spat out. You are not fat. You might be carrying
Speaker 1: a few extra pounds which you want to lose, but
Speaker 1: that does not define who you are inside. Never speak
Speaker 1: of yourself like that, he said, his voice harsh and protective.
Speaker 1: His fingertips traced a line of electricity down her arm.
Speaker 1: Her body shuddered as the dragon of desire awoke from
Speaker 1: many years asleep. His hand slid down her body as
Speaker 1: he whispered, you are curvaceous, reubenesque, a statue of womanhood
Speaker 1: that would have been heralded as a goddess in ancient Greece.
Speaker 1: The closeness of his voice, the proximity of his body,
Speaker 1: his obvious arousal, the tone of his words fuelled the
Speaker 1: spreading fire burning through Maggie's body. His fingertips caressed the
Speaker 1: edge of her breast, sending a shot of electricity through
Speaker 1: a body, one that she had long forgotten. Her nipples
Speaker 1: hardened further with the intensity of her desire, pressing aggressively
Speaker 1: against the lace of her brow. I want you to
Speaker 1: see what I see, his voice tormented her. The very
Speaker 1: resonance in his words caressed her clit, making her ache
Speaker 1: in such a way. God, she wanted to be dirty
Speaker 1: with this man, right here, right now. Grinding her hips
Speaker 1: back against him, his cock throbbed against her. His hands
Speaker 1: finding her hips, he pulled her back tightly as he
Speaker 1: pushed forward, his cock moving along the curve of her back. Quickly,
Speaker 1: his fingers released the buttons of her shirt. Within a moment,
Speaker 1: it lay in a crumpled mess on the floor. Turning quickly,
Speaker 1: he lowered her to the landslaw, his fingertips exploring her nipples,
Speaker 1: pinching them gently. Mackie pressed her hips up against him,
Speaker 1: his abs pushing along her pussy. Desire flooded her mind.
Speaker 1: Pushing his lips down, he supped her nipples to her brawl,
Speaker 1: his hands running passionately over her body, as if he
Speaker 1: were wanting to devour every inch with his fingertips. I
Speaker 1: love your curves, they are truly beautiful, he said, kissing
Speaker 1: her breast, sucking them before biting her red nipples, his
Speaker 1: hands sliding up and down her body. His breath burned
Speaker 1: over her stomach, exploring, biting, wanting, his hands lifting her
Speaker 1: skirt before pressing her thighs apart, his fingertips exploring the
Speaker 1: lace of her panties, forcing a loud moan from Maggie's lips.
Speaker 1: Her clip throbbed violently to his touch, running her fingers
Speaker 1: through his hair. Her legs parted willingly, wanting to succumb
Speaker 1: to this desire. Suddenly, a realization hit her as she
Speaker 1: recognized his destination. Stop EDWARDA you have to know, she said, panting,
Speaker 1: her body aching beyond her attemption. I've been through the change.
Speaker 1: I don't get his wet anymore. I have the perfect solution,
Speaker 1: he growled, dragging his tongue along her aunties, lingering just
Speaker 1: before her clip, teasing it, tormenting it the anticipation, driving
Speaker 1: her mad with desire. In one deliberate movement, his tongue
Speaker 1: circled her clit, flicking it viciously, sucking it through her panties.
Speaker 1: Maggie rised under the storm of his mouth, her hips
Speaker 1: pressing up with desperate lust. Her body surrendered any hope
Speaker 1: of defense as she pressed her heels into the floor,
Speaker 1: her fingers screwing his hair in tight balls as her
Speaker 1: orgasm invaded every cell. Sitting up a Eduardo sat between
Speaker 1: her rope and legs and said, I want to do
Speaker 1: this right. You are beautiful and deserve the best pleasure
Speaker 1: I can give you. Leaning over, he grabbed his discarded
Speaker 1: bag from the dance floor, Taking a container out of it,
Speaker 1: He opened it and passed it to Maggie. His coconut oil.
Speaker 1: Use it show me how you like to touch yourself,
Speaker 1: he commanded, with those damn warm tones. Maggie looked at
Speaker 1: the coconut oil, the fragrance mixing beautifully with her own
Speaker 1: feminine scent, sliding her fingers through the oil, the sensation
Speaker 1: of it melting to her touch erotic in its own right.
Speaker 1: She took her coconut covered fingers and took her deep breath.
Speaker 1: She had never touched herself in front of the man before,
Speaker 1: but something about Eduardo was so in trusted in her
Speaker 1: pleasure she couldn't resist abandoning the last of her inhibitions.
Speaker 1: She poured her penties to one side with one hand,
Speaker 1: whilst massaging the coconut oil into her pussy with the other.
Speaker 1: The caress of the oil against her steel throbbing clip
Speaker 1: was frankly amazing. Her fingers moved in slow, long circles
Speaker 1: the length of her pussy, coating herself in the natural loop.
Speaker 1: Pushing her lips apart, she pressed her fingers deep into
Speaker 1: a pussy as her thumb rubbed her clip. Looking into
Speaker 1: a Duardo's eyes, they were on fire with passion. Entranced
Speaker 1: by every movement of her fingers. Feeling absolutely filthy, she
Speaker 1: plunged her fingers in deeper, her body twisting as her
Speaker 1: core clutched along them. Fuck. Having him watch her as
Speaker 1: she pleasured herself was so damn hot. Such a turn
Speaker 1: on stroke yourself for me. At Wardo, she gasped, without
Speaker 1: taking his eyes off her hand, He loosened his pants,
Speaker 1: taking his erection out and stroking it in slow deliberate movements.
Speaker 1: Seeing his cock throbbing in his hand as he sat
Speaker 1: between her thighs took her to the edge and beyond.
Speaker 1: Pressing her heels into the ground. She raised her pelvis,
Speaker 1: letting Aeduardo see the detail of her throbbing pussy, his
Speaker 1: eyes widening as another orgasm cascaded through a body inside
Speaker 1: me Now, she screamed, wanting to fill him, fill her completely.
Speaker 1: Her back arch just at Wardo thrust his cock inside her,
Speaker 1: her lips stretching around his white girth, her head tipping backwards,
Speaker 1: their reflections so beautifully captured in the mirror, watching this
Speaker 1: young man pound into her pussy, feeling the sensation of
Speaker 1: his hard cock kissing every inch of her. Her body
Speaker 1: tightened against him, grasping desperately along his length, their gazes
Speaker 1: melting into each other as their rhythm moved in perfect time.
Speaker 1: His thumb pressed Magi's clit against his cock, furiously rubbing
Speaker 1: the cocoanut oil deep into her trembling nub. Suddenly Eduardo
Speaker 1: growled loudly, a growl that vibrated through his body, making
Speaker 1: his cock pulse violently inside her as he erupted one come,
Speaker 1: coating every inch of her pussy, pressing a pussy along
Speaker 1: his cock, draining every drop from him, her own body
Speaker 1: trembling in a delicious orcasm, the heat between them spreading
Speaker 1: through her whole body. Tears streamed down her cheeks as
Speaker 1: she surrendered completely to the moment, sliding slowly back to
Speaker 1: the floor, entwined the two of them as one, neither
Speaker 1: of them wanting to break their connection, their bodies trembling
Speaker 1: in perfect time. Maggie closed her eyes, intensifying the after
Speaker 1: glow and the sensation of his still pulsing comp deep
Speaker 1: inside her. Without opening them, she whispered, pray, tell, why
Speaker 1: do you have coconut oil? You think my shaved chest
Speaker 1: is naturally this shining? Long whenutes passed before either of
Speaker 1: them spoke again. When I come for my next lesson,
Speaker 1: do you think we could dance a little? You mean
Speaker 1: we haven't been, he replied. The mischief is smile evident
Speaker 1: in his tone. Well, okay, if you promise to join
Speaker 1: me for a private lesson in my apartment upstairs. After still,
Speaker 1: she sighed, immersing herself back into the waves of pleasure.
Speaker 1: So I hope you enjoyed that. But until next week
Speaker 1: when we can get wild in bed all over again.
Speaker 1: Hm hmm. This is devil in wild and always with
Speaker 1: your pleasure in mind, wishing you salacious.
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