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–= 6 =– Danny took off a week straight so that he can show me around. He had every single day planned out. I guess he did that to avoid the awkward silence if we didn’t have anything to do. I didn’t mind so much, but I wasn’t able to see Kevin. Needless to say, I was pining for him, a lot. We started with Bar Harbor and enjoyed the scenery, threw in some hiking and site seeing up around Acadia, stopped by a few parties here and there, then finished with a rather unsettling episode at a bar… Danny got trashed. I’m not talking slurred words and shouting. I mean shirt off – stripper style, on a table, waggin’ all that junk in his trunk – drunk. Jen was so embarrassed, I felt so bad for the girl. Too bad Dan has to work the next day. His head will be pounding all throughout the day. Serves him right. The next morning Dan comes out with his hand on his head, groaning as he made his way to the bathroom. I just snickered as I quietly ate my cereal on the counter top bar in the kitchen. Jen had already left for work, so I was really going to lay into Dan about his drunken night. Finally he came out of the bathroom and slothed his way into the kitchen. “Long night, dear brother?” I asked. “You have no idea.” “You’re right. I can’t say that I’ve been drunk enough to strip at a bar and shake my fanny.” “Good! Keep it that way!” “On the bright side, you made $7.” “Yeah, then spent it on more drinks.” He paused. “Drink and a half.” “Not your greatest moment,” I said laughing. He looked over and glared. I just gave my sweetest smile, and that glare quickly melted into a smile. “Aw Soph. I’m sorry I gotta work today. You’re gunna be stuck at home all day.” “Dan, don’t worry about it. I’ve been stuck at home all day for the past 6 months. I don’t think 3 days will kill me…” “You sure? We’ll go out for dinner tonight. Any place you want,” he bargained. “Alright escort izmit already. Just go get ready. As much as you possibly can with your headache an’ all, haha.” He ran into the bathroom for his shower, and before you knew it, he was out the door for the day. I slumped into the couch, flipping through all the channels. There’s only so much Good Morning America you can take before you’re sick of the perky-ness and sad attempt at jokes. ‘I suppose I’ll take a shower and get ready. Maybe I’ll go and walk around the place,’ I thought to myself. As I’m washing my hair, letting the soap run down my body, I start getting my dirty thoughts of Kevin again. God, his dick was so thick and meaty, I wanted him inside me so badly. So I started to play with my nipples, and run my fingers over my pussy, tracing them over the clit and lips. I got a rhythm going when I heard something outside the door. ‘Oh, it’s only the answering machine. Keep going! Don’t stop,’ I told myself. I slipped a finger in my pussy and started pumping it in and out as I rocked my hips. My other hand was busy pinching and plucking my nipples, intensifying the feeling going on in my cunt. As I was getting closer to my orgasm, I pressed my palm onto my clit, rubbing side to side, continuing to pump my finger in and out. My body started trembling, and I began moaning out loud, when the most intense feeling shot out from my pussy, running up and down my body, spreading fast like wildfire. I slowly came down from my climax when I heard the doorbell ring. I shut off the water, grabbed a towel and quickly dried off as much as I could. My hair was sopping wet, so it was pretty pointless. “Just I second!” I shouted, hoping they wouldn’t leave because they were impatient. Making my way to the front door, I shook my hair up and down, tossing it around a bit, then finally opened the izmit escort door. My heart skipped. It was Kevin, totally gorgeous, standing in front of me. His polite smile quickly turned devious as he skimmed his eyes over my dripping body. –= 7 =– “Why hello there, pretty lady,” he said, giving me a light peck on the cheek. I couldn’t make out words, so he did for me, “Can I… come in?” “Yeah, sorry. What brings you here?” “Dan left me a package, told me to come by and pick it up.” “Oh, that must have been him on the answering machine,” I said as I walked over to it. As I fiddled around trying to figure it out, I felt a pair of hands from behind me run over my waist, smoothing its way over my belly. Then I felt him breathe over my neck, smelling in my scent. “Mmm, you smell really good,” he whispered. He pressed his lips into my neck, sucking ever so gently, making me moan. I arched my back and pressed my ass onto his crotch, which was bulging through his jeans. He trailed a tongue up to my ear, sucking in the lobe, lapping all over. “But you taste even better.” I turned my head, then twisted my body so I could face him. I ran my hands up his chest, then wrapped them around his neck. He had both hands on the curve of my back and pulled me in closer, then held his lips over mine. I stretched that extra inch to reach his lips and get that kiss I so badly wanted. His lips were tender, yet at the same time, very demanding. He pulled away, and looked down at me. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” “A week?” I said cheekily. “Okay smart ass, can you tell me how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked as he hoisted my body onto the bar in one swift movement. For once, I was towering over him. It felt nice. He grabbed my face, and meshed his lips into mine. His hands slowly moved its way down my neck, izmit kendi evi olan escort to my chest, then hovered just over the towel which was still wrapped around me. He grabbed the towel, then ripped it from me, tossing it onto the floor. There I was, totally nude and vulnerable to his dirty wishes, and I loved it. He took a moment to soak in my naked body. I studied his face, trying to figure out his thoughts. It wasn’t hard to decipher what he wanted. “You have a beautiful body Sophie. I just can’t get over it.” He ran both hands up my thighs, bringing his body closer to mine. He leaned in to kiss me, and started to massage the sides of my ass. I had both legs wrapped around him, to pull him in closer. I tried grinding my pussy onto him, but nothing was there. He chuckled his low throaty laugh. “I see someone’s in need of some attention.” He pressed his hand just above my pussy, and ran his thumb over the tip of my lips. He pushed his thumb gently, meeting my clit. My body jolted to his touch. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” I cooed. He chuckled again, “I beg to differ, missy.” He spread my pussy with his thumb and index finger, exposing my sopping wet pussy. I can guarantee it’s not wet from the shower. He used his other hand to taunt my pussy. He slid his finger up and down my slit, probing my hole, but not entering. Every time I rocked my hips onto his finger he would pull away. It was very frustrating, to say the least. “Please… just…” I trailed off. “Please just what?” he asked, as he kissed his way up my neck, and nipped at my jaw. “Just …” He caressed my lips with his, “Just what, sweetheart.” I paused – a little embarrassed to tell him what I wanted. “Say it.” I looked into his eyes and saw the same desire that was burning inside of me. “Fuck me.” “With pleasure,” was all he could make out before he ripped my body from the bar, and carried me into my bedroom. He threw me onto my bed, and stripped himself from his shirt, throwing it to the side. He dropped down over me, and kissed me deeply. The fire from his lips were burning through mine. There was so much heat and tension in his lips.
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