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I’m just dying to tell someone about what happened last weekend. Actually, I shouldn’t say anything but if I don’t, I’ll just burst. For the first time in a very long time, life, except for an occasional guilty feeling, couldn’t be better.It all started a couple of months ago when my boiler began making an awful racket. The hot water was defying the trades descriptions act and the central heating was there only in name. Luckily for me, Marilyn, my next door neighbor had just popped in for a quick cuppa and heard the commotion when I tried using the faucet.“What the bloody hell is that?” she asked in surprise when the pipes cracked and groaned yet again.I explained how the boiler was playing up and saw the look of concern on her face. Although I was sick and tired of taking cold showers, I couldn’t afford to get it repaired, so it was a case of grin and bear it. Marilyn gave a pitying look.”Oh Andrea, you should have said something. My John’s right handy with that sort of thing. I bet he can fix that in a jiffy.””Well, I don’t like to impose,” I replied, mumbling feebly into my cup.”Honestly darling, he won’t mind. Tell you what, when he gets home later, I’ll ask him to come over and take a look.”***** True to her word, John arrived that same evening sporting a big grin and a large toolbox in his hand. After giving me a huge bear hug which lasted longer than was strictly necessary, he asked where the boiler was. After leading him to the offending appliance, he immediately got down to business. While he was busy tinkering away, I casually let my gaze roam over Marilyn’s tasty piece of eye candy.”Jesus he is good looking,” I muttered under my breath. Well groomed, nicely muscled and best of all, a nice tight little bum. While I was fantasizing about what I’d like to do with that, John, noticed me eying him up and smirked knowingly at me. “Do you like what you see Andrea?”Although his tone was friendly, albeit well mocking, I hadn’t realized I was studying him so blatantly and felt myself blushing. Not knowing where to look, my toes curled in embarrassment and all I wanted was the floor to open up and swallow me. Then deciding attack was the best form of defense, I came in with guns blazing”Yes Sweetie, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I was just thinking how big your muscles are, but I have to wonder… Are they from the gym or chemically induced?” Except for the exaggerated wince, he accepted the barb with good grace.”They’re from the sports school. I go three times a week. What do you think of this?” He raised his arms in the traditional he-man pose. I had to laugh at his amusing antics.“Oh my hero,” I replied using my best damsel in distress imitation and we both started laughing.”Marilyn is really lucky, you know, to have such a shy, modest hunk to wake up next to,” I commented, “Normally I prefer my men a bit more outgoing if you know what I mean, but she probably takes pity on you.”John just smiled roguishly. “Oh but you’re not so bad yourself Andrea, I know plenty of guys who’d like to…well, you get my drift don’t you?”Although my ego started to grow, I blushed again while accepting the compliment graciously.”I know I wouldn’t mind…” He didn’t finish his sentence; he didn’t need to. My eyes sparkled with excitement now and my body tingled as he continued to flirt outrageously. However, Marilyn was a good friend and I decided not to pursue it any further. To be perfectly frank, I wasn’t sure I had enough willpower to resist temptation, and he was very tempting.Fortunately, John had finished servicing the boiler, and he began tidying up his tools. “Well Andrea, I’m pretty sure that’s it. I’ve done my best, and as far as I can see…” He made a dramatic gesture of double checking. “Everything is pretty much in order. Shall we put it to the test?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively. I led him and could literally feel his gaze on my bum. In the bathroom, my head was humming with all this flirting and I couldn’t deny enjoying the attention he was paying me. Once the shower was running it wasn’t long before the bathroom was getting all hot and steamy. John, wearing a big proud grin, winked at me. “Well, no more cold showers for you, Darling! From now on otele gelen escort it’s hot, bloody hot, and really fucking hot. Actually just like someone I know,” he commented and winked lecherously.I said nothing; I was already imagining taking a nice long steamy shower.“If you need someone to rub your back, just let me know.” His eyes twinkled naughtily. “I’d gladly take one for the team,” he continued, his body shaking with mirth. I just stared.“I’m always ready to help, and I’m really good with my hands if you know what I mean.” Even though he was joking, the longing in his eyes was unmistakable. Despite laughing at his self-effacing humor, I did wonder for a second how serious he was and whether I should take him up on his indecent proposal. The thought of getting amongst other things, my back washed, was very hard to resist.I could feel my nipples hardening.“Thank you, John, that’s interesting to know,” I replied with a sultry edge to my voice.I I stole a quick glance at my bosom and saw the two points of excitement growing. Returning my attention to John, it was obvious he was one step ahead of me. His eyes were locked onto my chest. Then seeing me watching him, he quickly averted his gaze but two red blotches on his cheeks gave away his true feelings. Looking him seductively, I asked him nonchalantly if there was anything I could do to repay his kindness.All the ‘double entendres’ had turned me on and my old, loose fitting sweatshirt wasn’t hiding anything. Although John was looking on gratefully, he shook his head, grinning ruefully. “Not that I can think of, Andrea. I best be getting back.” His tone was one of disappointment but his eyes sparkled with amusement. “But if something comes up,” and he thrust his groin upwards like Michael Jackson, “I’ll be sure to let you know.”I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. My nipples were straining against my top and between my legs, things were getting hot and sticky. Deliberately I leaned forward and grabbed his impressive biceps. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?” This time he paused thoughtfully before answering.My sweatshirt might have been an old, worn out rag but in some situations, and this was one of them, it was extremely useful. One of the reasons was the neckline; stretched beyond repair, it always hung loosely off one or the other shoulder. Now, because of my so called friendly gesture, the front of the sweatshirt was gaping open and my firm, full breasts, encased in a sexy bra was clearly visible to John. I’m very proud of my boob’s and seeing John staring at them hungrily only made me hornier.The fact that we had been flirting was bad enough, but me intentionally flashing him my tits so blatantly was definitely crossing a line. However, I wasn’t the only one affected by the situation. Unadulterated lust was written all over John’s handsome face and the bulge in his trousers was causing me to moisten up nicely. I’m sure if he’d made a move, we’d have been fucking in no time, unfortunately…Instead, I had to contend myself with watching the internal struggle going on in his head. Half amused and half hoping he’d throw caution to the wind, I saw how he finally made up his mind. He was obviously made of sterner stuff because he didn’t succumb. He just looked up at my flushed expression and smiled wistfully. His clear blue eyes regarded me curiously and I had the faint impression he was already regretting his decision.”Oh, I don’t know Andrea. Maybe you can buy me a beer sometime.” Flashing one last smile, he turned and without waiting for a reply, exited the bathroom. Shit!***** Usually, after a successful harvest, our village likes to organize a week of festivities, and the highlight of this is a huge party in a marquee on Saturday evening. With live music and an abundance of food and drinks, it’s pretty much the highlight of the year.Fortunately, this year, the Indian summer we were experiencing didn’t seem to want to end, so I decided to wear my favorite summer dress. Cut short in the length and low in the top it barely covered my bum and granted to anyone who cares to look, an indecent amount of cleavage. balgat escort With a little make up to accentuate my green eyes, and my long dark tresses tied up in a loose braid, I knew I looked good. Not that I was on the prowl, but it doesn’t hurt to advertise the goods once in a while.Marilyn was already in the tent when I arrived and upon seeing me, she rushed over and gave me an enormous hug. She was also wearing a pretty summer dress, but without being too biased, I looked much better. Hers wasn’t quite so short or low cut but it still showed off her figure quite well. Releasing me, she took a step backward to give me the once over. Her eyebrows shot up and her mouth almost fell open when I did a twirl, but then her eyes sparkled mischievously and she winked at me.“You look absolutely gorgeous Andrea. Jesus, you’ll give all the men a hard on when they see dressed like that.” Her impish smile was infectious. “Come on,” she said, “Let’s meet the rest of the gang.”After greeting the other ladies sitting along both sides of the long party table, we sat down. Feeling slightly disappointed that the menfolk weren’t around, I couldn’t help looking round for John. Eventually, I saw him standing at the bar with his cousin Eric. They were both dressed appropriately the warm weather; long shorts and loose shirts, and from this distance, John’s muscular body looked good. Unconsciously I stared at him for a lot longer than I should have, but as if physically feeling my gaze, he slowly turned his head and winked at me.My spirits rose and I gave him a friendly wave before returning my attention to the table. Sitting opposite Marilyn, I absently listened to her babbling with all the other women, while my mind drifted into a world that consisted of me, John and a big double bed. Suddenly she directed a question my way and without realizing it I was drawn in to the conversation. Within minutes we were all chatting away like old friends.After a while, John and Eric joined us at the table bringing another round of drinks, and much to my surprise, Eric sat down beside Marilyn while her husband seated himself next to me. Glasses were placed in front of us and before long the party was in full swing. Suddenly, I felt a hand land on my thigh, then a muscular leg pressing against mine. Shocked, I threw a sideways glance at John but he ignored me and carried on talking to Eric, although the hand didn’t move.Marilyn then asked me something and I quickly returned my attention to her, but under the table, my assailant’s fingers began moving, and not towards my knee. Unable to move due to Eric’s wife sitting the other side of me, I tried to keep a straight face, but it wasn’t easy especially when the hand crept higher and higher. Not daring to breathe, I waited until I felt the nimble fingers brushing softly against smooth material covering my pubic mound.I was desperate not to reveal what was happening, but when those fingertips began writhing up and down the thin barrier protecting my moist slit, I thought I was going to scream. For an instant, I managed to make eye contact with John, but all he did was grin naughtily at me before continuing his conversation with Eric.Okay, I’ll admit it was extremely arousing watching Marilyn chatting away happily, totally unaware I was getting expertly fingered by her husband, and despite the obvious risks, I didn’t want him to stop, but then he did something I hadn’t expected. Not content with just teasing me with his fingers, he slipped his hand under my small cotton triangle and pulled at it savagely. I swear I heard the soft fabric ripping, but secretly hoped it was my imagination.What I couldn’t ignore was the feeling that my panties were hanging loosely around my hips. The bastard deliberately stretched the thin material and elasticated waistband and now I wondered what I should do. Sitting there fuming, I was stunned by his audacity and prayed that the garment wasn’t as badly damaged as it seemed or I’d really be giving the party goers a show when I stood up.Pretending as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, John, having created enough room in my panties, thrust elvankent escort his hand between my legs and agile fingers penetrated my dripping wet cunt without encountering any resistance from me. Without further ado, two thick digits slid inside my warm slick sheath and then things started getting exquisitely difficult for me.He kept tormenting me for about ten minutes, and a few times I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out as he took me towards the edge. The delicious feelings he was causing had me constantly squirming in my seat, and I really had to concentrate to avoid giving things away. Knowing the inevitable was not far away, but unable to do anything about it, except surrender to John’s will, was making this an evening to remember.The combination of his fingers, the crazy reckless situation, and the sheer sexual pleasure rippling through my body had created some powerful pent up energy and it needed a release. I’d been teetering on the edge for a while, but as John slowed his fingers, I thought I had everything under control.I came gloriously as John ramped up the action again, his fingered deep inside me. My whole body wanted to explode but because I didn’t want anyone to notice, I fought against the wild sensations coursing through me. Sitting there, shuddering uncontrollably, I clamped my legs together, trapping my tormentor’s fingers for a moment. Looking away from Marilyn, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and bit hard into my palm, stifling the scream erupting from within. My panties and the top of my thighs were wet and sticky from cum which had flooded my sex and if my dress had been longer, a large wet patch would have appeared. Luckily, the wooden bench seat soaked up most of my juices and after a few seconds, my body began to calm down. Eventually, my breathing returned to normal and I was even able to release John’s hand, still trapped between my thighs. When he looked at me, had a very smug, superior expression.******Knocking back yet another Bacardi and Coke, Marilyn was really getting into the party spirit and when the band began their second session, she asked if I wanted to dance. Although my legs were still weak and I wasn’t sure if my knickers could stand the rigors of some enthusiastic dancing, I really couldn’t think of an excuse not to. To be honest I was still recovering from an intense orgasm but hardly tell her that, so not wanting to raise any suspicions, I reluctantly agreed. Risking embarrassment in more ways than one, I gingerly stood up from the bench and turned towards the dance floor.As we grooved to the beat, I was aware the sweat trickling down my spine wasn’t just because it was so warm in the tent. Fortunately, Marilyn hadn’t noticed the state I was in and if she had she would hanger probably put it down to the energetic dancing. Gradually the musical beat started getting funkier and so did our dancing until suddenly John and Eric appeared next to us. They were obviously in the mood to have some fun, and before long we were all laughing and dancing together.After a couple of songs, the band started playing some old fifties rock and roll, and Eric grabbed hold of Marilyn’s waist and began leading her skillfully around the dance floor leaving John and myself standing there like a pair of dummies. Even though the music was quite loud, the awkward silence between us was deafening. Finally, he gave me his thousand watt smile and took my hand, leading me to the edge of the dance floor.Once out of the way, I leaned against John’s chest and watched fascinated as Eric and Marilyn glided effortlessly around the dance floor. I couldn’t help admiring the way they moved together and was curious.“Shouldn’t you be dancing with Marilyn?”“I can’t,” John admitted a bit shamefacedly. “I haven’t got the rhythm that Eric has. They both love it, but it’s not really my thing.””I know what you mean,” I replied automatically. “I can’t dance like that either.” Remembering what he was good at, I started flirting.”But……I am very good at other things,” I continued, giggling uncontrollably whilst grinding my bum against his groin.”Oh, what are you so good at then, Andrea?” he asked in a low sensual growl.Pressing my bum harder into his body while running my hands down his thighs, I said challengingly, “What do you think I’m good at, John?”His mouth moved to my ear and I could feel his hot breath against my neck.“I think you’re an expert prick teaser, and one hell of a fuck!” he whispered, whilst grabbing my hips and pulling me tighter against his body.
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