My Young Surprise

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Ever wake up and feel you have just gone to bed? That was me this sunny morning. I couldn?t even say it was early, the kids were already on their way to school and hubby had left for work as usual. No! What I needed was something to get up for.Kicking off the bed clothes, I headed for the shower maybe that would bring me around. The hot stream of water cascaded down my body. I looked at my breasts okay they weren?t as perky as they used to be but my nipples were nice and big. I couldn?t resist touching them.They reacted as I knew they would and were erect in minutes between my legs that longing was already pulsing, as I thought what it would be like to have some guy just walk in and take me. Yes, John and I still had sex, but it had become the once a month chore.It had long since ceased to satisfy me. At first, I had just endured his ministrations because I didn?t know very much about sex when we first married and neither did he, though at the time I had thought he was really experienced.He made me pregnant. He made me orgasm? Well he used to until it became chore-like and then it was in and out he shot and I pretended. Was this to be how it would go on? I needed more than this; okay he was the only lover I knew and yes, I loved him but surely there had to be more.My hand had slipped between my legs and the other was rolling my nipples which were rock hard. As my pussy started to awake its fire going deep inside me, I started to rub harder. I hadn?t meant to masturbate but now my body wanted my orgasm. I remembered the film we watched last night on TV.It had got me so turned on I thought John would have been too, but when I tried to start a sexual encounter, he simply told me he was just too tired after work. My hand was now working hard over my clit and it was standing proud as I rubbed in small circles every so often shoving my fingers deep into me. I had to lean with my back to the shower wall as my first orgasm racked through my body.My knees were almost crumbling yet still I was rubbing myself. Omg, maybe I was becoming obsessed! I ceased, wanting to know I controlled it and not the other way around. I finished off showering as I thought about my life in general. At 38 I was in turmoil, kids at 18 and 15, old enough to get themselves ready for school. I needed something else to make me feel useful.Well, no not useful, needed I suppose. I thought back to my dream. A young guy, yes tall, dark and handsome had sort of forced me and well made me feel sexy and loved. That feeling seems to have been lost over the last couple of years. escort beylikdüzü I know my husband loves me but sometimes it would be nice for him to remember I was there and that in the home I worked too.Okay I didn?t punch a clock. I didn?t punch out either. What I needed was? What did I need? I looked at the mess the family had left on the kitchen table and clearing a space sat with a cup of coffee, toast and last night?s local paper still turned to the ads page. The next page was situations vacant, of course that was it a job.There were loads of jobs for secretaries, office people and the like but me, gawd I could use a computer to chat and that was about it. There was one little advert that caught my eye. More so as it started NO Experience necessary and boy did that describe me.Taking it to the computer I inserted its address and found it was for a sex chat line and escort service. There was no way I was brave enough to do that. Yes, I liked sex more than my husband it appeared over the last few years. The more I looked the more I was fascinated, what could they want me to do?I sat and filled the application in thinking well I will just fill it in and then scrap it. I needed an email address, ok let?s see, I?ll make one. That?s it: [email protected]* - I made a new email address. As I finished filling the application in online, I sat and read it over and over again.I don?t know what made me do it. Maybe it was a lapse of concentration like wondering what will happen if you drop your keys down the grate right before you let them go and stand there like an idiot. I hit the send button try as I might I couldn?t stop it, it had gone. I felt panic at first then a sort of strange wicked feeling, this would be my secret.There was a knock on the door, shoot I had forgotten I was expecting a delivery today and here I was in bath robe with only a pair of panties underneath. Granny pants my husband would say but when I was just in the house well no one else saw them I wasn?t that bothered and they were comfortable.Heading to the door I quickly checked my robe was pulled too but showing the right amount of cleavage. I said I had a dream last night well when I opened the door there was my dream boat. Looking about 21, he must have been about 6ft 6 tall; wow I almost came looking at him.?Parcel for Mrs. Whitfield!?His voice was young yet very masculine and that glint in those blue eyes. OMG why was I wearing my granny panties, I just stood there dumb staring.?Mrs. Whitfield??It was a question this time, I could tell by escort akbatı his face. Yet he had a sort of smile that lit up the whole of his face.?Err yes; yes, sorry I was miles away there.?He slowly looked me up and down letting me know he was doing it. Normally I would have either slapped him or said something but he had this sort of confidence about him. His gaze settled on my breasts and I tilted my head down wondering where they showing my excitement. What I saw, should have made me move in fear but instead it sort of excited me well not sort of it did excite me.My robe had opened at the top and my bare breasts, though covered were almost completely on display. My hands had the parcel in them, a sort of square box. I couldn?t close my robe and still had to give him his tip.I turned hoping he wouldn?t see the nerves heading for my purse on the table in the hall. Placing the parcel down I was about to turn when I heard my front door slam. Before I could do anything else his hand had covered my mouth. He whispered in my ear.?Okay you?ve shown me your tits, Mrs. When I remove my hand you better not scream or else. Nod if you understand!? I nodded, and felt his body tight against me I could feel his cock hard in his trousers. I was scared yet excited. He had slid his arm about my waist.?Anyone else in the house?? the excitement in his voice was over poweringI didn?t answer fast enough for him and his fingers snaked into my long auburn hair and yanked.?No! NO there?s only me here.??Show me your bedroom and you better not be lying!?We slowly made our way upstairs and though he kept a hold of my hair and seemed to menace me in some ways I was excited. So much so that my pussy was not just damp I was leaking juice into my panties. I didn?t have to push open my bedroom door it was already standing ajar with my PJ?s thrown onto the bed.?I will do anything just don?t hurt me.? My voice was shaky but okay.I felt him loosen his grip on my hair and he pushed me into the middle of the room. He pulled a chair across to the door.?Okay, I want to make love to you but will make it just sex if you want it the hard way, your choice! Now what?s your name???Tyna, Tyna Whitfield!??Ok, Tyna strip!?Nervously I slowly dropped the robe off my shoulders, I knew these large white pants I was wearing were soaking and honestly this was breaking my erotic dream. As I felt the robe run off my shoulders, I studied him and apart from his obviously good looks he had a bulge that was massive.You have to remember for me there had only ever been one guy in escort beylikdüzü my life. I didn?t really believe there were ordinary guys out there with eight or more inches of cock. He watched me stare at his bulge and smiled.?Want to see it huh??My eyes went downwards till I heard his zipper. That zip sound seemed to force me to look at him. There I was in granny nix, the wet patch revealing how turned on I was, already licking my lips and wondering what other things this young man would make me do. Staring at his hand as it slipped to his waist band and undid that brass button.?Come here, and take my jeans off!?My hands were shaking as I pulled down his jeans with his help. Leaving him sitting in just a pouch sort of underwear that held his cock in an upright position. He stood as I dropped his jeans and told me to remove his pouch. I reached forward my hands shaking.?NO! Get on your knees and take them off!?I dropped without argument and taking them in both hands slid them down to his ankles. Oh! That beautiful cock. It was a monster. It seemed to grow in front of my eyes. I always enjoyed sex with my husband.Well after all I knew of nothing else his 5? cock seemed the normal thing to me so staring at this 8? monster with its circumcised head was something new to me. Its girth was much bigger than my husband?s too. Could I handle it was the question in my head??Kiss it.?My husband had made me kiss his on our first excursion into sex just after we were married. I hadn?t liked it then and though at times would do it for him I didn?t volunteer to do it ever. Slowly I took hold of this cock, hard and throbbing in my hand.I could feel his very heart throbbing through his cock as I held it. My heart was pounding as I kissed it so lightly, he mustn?t have been able to feel it.?Open your mouth and suck it. Now!?I slowly tried to open my mouth around it but only could get the head inside and heard him telling me to lick around it with my tongue. Unlike my husband?s cock it seemed to taste clean and there was no smell except for sex. I felt my tongue licking around the head as he took hold of my hand and moved it up and down his cock.?What?s up haven?t you sucked cock before??I pulled my mouth off his cock and shaking my head felt tears come into my eyes as I realised I was rubbish at this. No wonder my husband had stopped wanting sex. I was rubbish it?s, just I was brought up to be what then was known as a good girl. Shaking my head, he lifted my chin.?Hey. Hey. It?s ok.?Here was what could be classed as a rapist feeling sorry for me. Slowly he helped me to my feet.?Doesn?t your old man make love to you and you him??I was bright red then, as I shook my head.?How long have we got???Till about 4pm.? I looked at him questioninglySlowly he rose from the bed and took out his cell phone.

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 20.930	My Young Surprise `Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32` Ever wake up and feel you have just gone to bed? That was me this sunny morning. I couldn?t even say it was early, the kids were already on their way to school and hubby had left for work as usual. No! What I needed was something to get up for.Kicking off the bed clothes, I headed for the shower maybe that would bring me around. The hot stream of water cascaded down my body. I looked at my breasts okay they weren?t as perky as they used to be but my nipples were nice and big. I couldn?t resist touching them.They reacted as I knew they would and were erect in minutes between my legs that longing was already pulsing, as I thought what it would be like to have some guy just walk in and take me. Yes, John and I still had sex, but it had become the once a month chore.It had long since ceased to satisfy me. At first, I had just endured his ministrations because I didn?t know very much about sex when we first married and neither did he, though at the time I had thought he was really experienced.He made me pregnant. He made me orgasm? Well he used to until it became chore-like and then it was in and out he shot and I pretended. Was this to be how it would go on? I needed more than this; okay he was the only lover I knew and yes, I loved him but surely there had to be more.My hand had slipped between my legs and the other was rolling my nipples which were rock hard. As my pussy started to awake its fire going deep inside me, I started to rub harder. I hadn?t meant to masturbate but now my body wanted my orgasm. I remembered the film we watched last night on TV.It had got me so turned on I thought John would have been too, but when I tried to start a sexual encounter, he simply told me he was just too tired after work. My hand was now working hard over my clit and it was standing proud as I rubbed in small circles every so often shoving my fingers deep into me. I had to lean with my back to the shower wall as my first orgasm racked through my body.My knees were almost crumbling yet still I was rubbing myself. Omg, maybe I was becoming obsessed! I ceased, wanting to know I controlled it and not the other way around. I finished off showering as I thought about my life in general. At 38 I was in turmoil, kids at 18 and 15, old enough to get themselves ready for school. I needed something else to make me feel useful.Well, no not useful, needed I suppose. I thought back to my dream. A young guy, yes tall, dark and handsome had sort of forced me and well made me feel sexy and loved. That feeling seems to have been lost over the last couple of years. escort beylikdüzü I know my husband loves me but sometimes it would be nice for him to remember I was there and that in the home I worked too.Okay I didn?t punch a clock. I didn?t punch out either. What I needed was? What did I need? I looked at the mess the family had left on the kitchen table and clearing a space sat with a cup of coffee, toast and last night?s local paper still turned to the ads page. The next page was situations vacant, of course that was it a job.There were loads of jobs for secretaries, office people and the like but me, gawd I could use a computer to chat and that was about it. There was one little advert that caught my eye. More so as it started NO Experience necessary and boy did that describe me.Taking it to the computer I inserted its address and found it was for a sex chat line and escort service. There was no way I was brave enough to do that. Yes, I liked sex more than my husband it appeared over the last few years. The more I looked the more I was fascinated, what could they want me to do?I sat and filled the application in thinking well I will just fill it in and then scrap it. I needed an email address, ok let?s see, I?ll make one. That?s it: [email protected]* - I made a new email address. As I finished filling the application in online, I sat and read it over and over again.I don?t know what made me do it. Maybe it was a lapse of concentration like wondering what will happen if you drop your keys down the grate right before you let them go and stand there like an idiot. I hit the send button try as I might I couldn?t stop it, it had gone. I felt panic at first then a sort of strange wicked feeling, this would be my secret.There was a knock on the door, shoot I had forgotten I was expecting a delivery today and here I was in bath robe with only a pair of panties underneath. Granny pants my husband would say but when I was just in the house well no one else saw them I wasn?t that bothered and they were comfortable.Heading to the door I quickly checked my robe was pulled too but showing the right amount of cleavage. I said I had a dream last night well when I opened the door there was my dream boat. Looking about 21, he must have been about 6ft 6 tall; wow I almost came looking at him.?Parcel for Mrs. Whitfield!?His voice was young yet very masculine and that glint in those blue eyes. OMG why was I wearing my granny panties, I just stood there dumb staring.?Mrs. Whitfield??It was a question this time, I could tell by escort akbatı his face. Yet he had a sort of smile that lit up the whole of his face.?Err yes; yes, sorry I was miles away there.?He slowly looked me up and down letting me know he was doing it. Normally I would have either slapped him or said something but he had this sort of confidence about him. His gaze settled on my breasts and I tilted my head down wondering where they showing my excitement. What I saw, should have made me move in fear but instead it sort of excited me well not sort of it did excite me.My robe had opened at the top and my bare breasts, though covered were almost completely on display. My hands had the parcel in them, a sort of square box. I couldn?t close my robe and still had to give him his tip.I turned hoping he wouldn?t see the nerves heading for my purse on the table in the hall. Placing the parcel down I was about to turn when I heard my front door slam. Before I could do anything else his hand had covered my mouth. He whispered in my ear.?Okay you?ve shown me your tits, Mrs. When I remove my hand you better not scream or else. Nod if you understand!? I nodded, and felt his body tight against me I could feel his cock hard in his trousers. I was scared yet excited. He had slid his arm about my waist.?Anyone else in the house?? the excitement in his voice was over poweringI didn?t answer fast enough for him and his fingers snaked into my long auburn hair and yanked.?No! NO there?s only me here.??Show me your bedroom and you better not be lying!?We slowly made our way upstairs and though he kept a hold of my hair and seemed to menace me in some ways I was excited. So much so that my pussy was not just damp I was leaking juice into my panties. I didn?t have to push open my bedroom door it was already standing ajar with my PJ?s thrown onto the bed.?I will do anything just don?t hurt me.? My voice was shaky but okay.I felt him loosen his grip on my hair and he pushed me into the middle of the room. He pulled a chair across to the door.?Okay, I want to make love to you but will make it just sex if you want it the hard way, your choice! Now what?s your name???Tyna, Tyna Whitfield!??Ok, Tyna strip!?Nervously I slowly dropped the robe off my shoulders, I knew these large white pants I was wearing were soaking and honestly this was breaking my erotic dream. As I felt the robe run off my shoulders, I studied him and apart from his obviously good looks he had a bulge that was massive.You have to remember for me there had only ever been one guy in escort beylikdüzü my life. I didn?t really believe there were ordinary guys out there with eight or more inches of cock. He watched me stare at his bulge and smiled.?Want to see it huh??My eyes went downwards till I heard his zipper. That zip sound seemed to force me to look at him. There I was in granny nix, the wet patch revealing how turned on I was, already licking my lips and wondering what other things this young man would make me do. Staring at his hand as it slipped to his waist band and undid that brass button.?Come here, and take my jeans off!?My hands were shaking as I pulled down his jeans with his help. Leaving him sitting in just a pouch sort of underwear that held his cock in an upright position. He stood as I dropped his jeans and told me to remove his pouch. I reached forward my hands shaking.?NO! Get on your knees and take them off!?I dropped without argument and taking them in both hands slid them down to his ankles. Oh! That beautiful cock. It was a monster. It seemed to grow in front of my eyes. I always enjoyed sex with my husband.Well after all I knew of nothing else his 5? cock seemed the normal thing to me so staring at this 8? monster with its circumcised head was something new to me. Its girth was much bigger than my husband?s too. Could I handle it was the question in my head??Kiss it.?My husband had made me kiss his on our first excursion into sex just after we were married. I hadn?t liked it then and though at times would do it for him I didn?t volunteer to do it ever. Slowly I took hold of this cock, hard and throbbing in my hand.I could feel his very heart throbbing through his cock as I held it. My heart was pounding as I kissed it so lightly, he mustn?t have been able to feel it.?Open your mouth and suck it. Now!?I slowly tried to open my mouth around it but only could get the head inside and heard him telling me to lick around it with my tongue. Unlike my husband?s cock it seemed to taste clean and there was no smell except for sex. I felt my tongue licking around the head as he took hold of my hand and moved it up and down his cock.?What?s up haven?t you sucked cock before??I pulled my mouth off his cock and shaking my head felt tears come into my eyes as I realised I was rubbish at this. No wonder my husband had stopped wanting sex. I was rubbish it?s, just I was brought up to be what then was known as a good girl. Shaking my head, he lifted my chin.?Hey. Hey. It?s ok.?Here was what could be classed as a rapist feeling sorry for me. Slowly he helped me to my feet.?Doesn?t your old man make love to you and you him??I was bright red then, as I shook my head.?How long have we got???Till about 4pm.? I looked at him questioninglySlowly he rose from the bed and took out his cell phone.