Articles by Meredith

A Taste of Temptation

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As I strolled through the aisles of Brady’s Market, my eyes scanned the shelves for the perfect Christmas turkey. It was a chilly December morning, and the festive atmosphere filled the air, making my shopping trip a delightful experience. With my basket in hand, I turned into the meat section, determined to find the star of my holiday feast.

My fingers grazed the cold packaging of various birds, comparing sizes and prices, when a deep, masculine voice startled me.

“Excuse me, do you have any recommendations for a good turkey?”

I turned to find a man, around my height, with light brown hair that fell perfectly across his forehead, framing his striking green eyes. His handsome face wore a playful smile, and there was an air of confidence about him that instantly captured my attention.

“Oh, um, I was just looking myself,” I replied, feeling a bit flustered. “I’m Meredith, by the way.” I extended my hand, noticing the items in his cart as we shook. It was filled with exotic spices, fresh herbs, and a few bottles of fine wine. This man clearly had a passion for cooking, just like me.

“Steve,” he introduced himself, his grip firm and warm. “I’m new in town and wanted to cook something special for the holidays. Thought I’d impress my friends with my culinary skills.” His eyes twinkled with mischief, and I found myself drawn to his charismatic charm.

“Well, Steve, I’d say you’re off to a great start with these ingredients,” I said, gesturing to his cart. “I love cooking too, and I’m always up for trying new recipes.”

Steve’s smile widened, revealing a dimple on his left cheek. “Really? That’s fantastic! I’ve got this amazing recipe for a herb-crusted turkey breast. It’s to die for. But I could use some help with the preparation. Care to lend a hand?”

I felt a flutter in my stomach at his invitation. This man was not only attractive but also shared my love for the culinary arts. “I’d love to, but I should probably warn you, I’m a bit of a perfectionist in the kitchen.” I smiled, my blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Perfect! I can handle a perfectionist. And who knows, we might even create something magical together,” he said, his voice dropping to a seductive tone.

My heart raced as I imagined what ‘magical’ things we could create. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Well, I’m almost done with my shopping. How about I come over to your place after I finish here? I can bring some sides to go with your turkey.”

“That’s a deal!” Steve exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. “Here, let me give you my address.” He pulled out a pen and scribbled his address on a piece of paper, handing it to me with a wink.

As I continued my shopping, I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation building inside me. The thought of spending time with Steve, cooking and sharing our love for food, was incredibly enticing. I carefully selected fresh vegetables, artisanal cheeses, and a bottle of aged Cabernet Sauvignon, envisioning the delicious meal we would create together.

An hour later, I found myself ringing the doorbell of Steve’s apartment, my arms loaded with groceries. He answered the door, looking even more handsome in a casual t-shirt and jeans, his hair slightly ruffled as if he’d been cooking.

“Meredith, welcome!” He took the bags from my hands and pulled me into a warm embrace, his strong arms wrapping around me. “I’m so glad you’re here. Come, let’s get started in the kitchen.”

The kitchen was a chef’s dream, with gleaming stainless steel appliances and an island in the center. Steve had already prepared the turkey breast, laying it out on a cutting board, ready for the herb crust. Fresh rosemary, thyme, and garlic were chopped and waiting in small bowls, filling the air with their aromatic fragrance.

“Wow, this looks amazing,” I said, placing my groceries on the counter. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“Not yet,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But with your help, I’m sure we’ll create something unforgettable.”

We worked side by side, our movements in sync as we prepared the turkey. I mixed the herbs with softened butter, creating a fragrant paste, while Steve carefully spread it over the meat, ensuring every inch was coated. His hands moved with practiced ease, and I couldn’t help but admire his skill.

“You’re quite the chef, Steve,” I remarked, leaning closer to watch his technique. “I can tell you’ve done this before.”

He grinned, his eyes never leaving the turkey. “I’ve always loved cooking. It’s my passion, just like it’s yours. And I must say, I’m enjoying having a beautiful assistant.”

My cheeks flushed at his compliment. “Well, I’m enjoying learning from a master.”

As we worked, the atmosphere between us crackled with unspoken desire. The scent of herbs and garlic filled the air, mingling with the warmth of our bodies, creating an intoxicating blend of aromas.

Steve’s hand brushed against mine as we reached for the same spice jar, and a spark of electricity shot through me. He paused, his eyes locking with mine, and I saw the desire mirrored in his gaze.

“Meredith, I—” He began, his voice hoarse with longing.

I placed my finger on his lips, silencing him. “Let’s finish this first,” I whispered, my breath mingling with his. “We can talk later.”

With renewed focus, we completed the preparation, placing the turkey in the oven and setting the timer. The anticipation of the meal, and what was to come, hung heavy in the air.

Steve turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. “Now, let’s take a break. I have something special to show you.”

Intrigued, I followed him out of the kitchen and into the living room, where a cozy fireplace crackled, casting a warm glow over the space. He led me to the couch, and we sat down, our bodies close but not quite touching.

“I wanted to thank you for coming over, Meredith,” he said, his voice low and sensual. “I have a little gift for you.”

My curiosity piqued as he reached for a small box hidden behind a cushion. He presented it to me with a mischievous smile, his eyes never leaving mine.

I took the box, feeling its weight in my hands, and lifted the lid. Inside, nestled on a bed of silk, was a delicate silver necklace with a small pendant in the shape of a turkey. I gasped, both at the beauty of the jewelry and the thoughtfulness of the gift.

“It’s beautiful, Steve,” I said, my voice soft with surprise. “But you shouldn’t have.”

“I wanted to give you something to remember our first cooking adventure together,” he replied, his eyes holding mine. “And I thought, what better way than with a little memento of the occasion?”

I couldn’t help but smile at his words. “It’s perfect. And I do believe we should celebrate with a proper toast.” I stood up, my heart racing, and walked to the kitchen, feeling his eyes on me.

I retrieved the bottle of Cabernet I had brought and returned to the living room, where Steve had dimmed the lights, creating an intimate ambiance. I poured two glasses, the rich red liquid glistening in the soft light.

Handing him a glass, I said, “To new friends, new experiences, and the magic we create together.”

Steve’s eyes smoldered as he took a sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “To that,” he agreed, setting his glass down.

In that moment, the tension between us snapped, and we moved towards each other, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. His mouth was warm and demanding, his tongue seeking mine in a dance of passion. I moaned softly, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

Steve’s hands roamed over my body, his touch electric as he traced the curves of my hips and waist. I could feel his desire, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh. With a growl, he lifted me onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me.

“I want you, Meredith,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in the store.”

My body trembled with need as I responded, “I want you too, Steve. I’ve been dreaming of this since we met.”

He stood, still holding me, and carried me to the bedroom, his lips never leaving mine. The room was dimly lit, and I could make out the outline of a large bed, draped in luxurious linens.

Steve laid me down gently, his hands exploring my body, tracing the straps of my dress, and the curve of my breasts. I arched into his touch, my nipples hardening beneath the fabric.

With deft fingers, he unbuttoned my dress, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. His mouth found my collarbone, his kisses sending shivers down my spine. He unhooked my bra with ease, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips capturing one hardened peak, suckling gently. I gasped, my hands clutching at the sheets, my body on fire.

His hands traveled lower, sliding beneath my skirt, his fingers stroking my inner thighs, inching closer to my core. I was wet and ready for him, my body aching with need.

“Please, Steve,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need you inside me.”

He chuckled, a deep, sexy sound, and kissed me fiercely, his tongue invading my mouth as his fingers found my wetness. He teased my clit, circling it gently, making me squirm beneath him.

“You’re so wet, Meredith,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to taste you.”

With that, he slid down my body, his lips trailing kisses along my stomach, until he reached my throbbing center. He parted my folds with his thumbs, exposing my glistening pussy to his hungry gaze.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. “I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”

I whimpered as his tongue flicked my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. He licked and sucked, his fingers delving deep inside me, curling and stroking my G-spot. I bucked against his mouth, my hips moving in rhythm with his skilled tongue.

“Oh, Steve, yes!” I cried out, my orgasm building rapidly. “Don’t stop, please!”

He didn’t, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony, driving me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension coiling within me, ready to snap at any moment.

“Come for me, Meredith,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “Let me taste your sweet release.”

His words were my undoing, and I cried out his name as my orgasm exploded through me. My body shook with the force of it, my juices flowing freely as he lapped them up eagerly, his tongue never slowing.

As my tremors subsided, Steve kissed his way back up my body, his hands caressing my sensitive skin. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his eyes dark with passion.

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “So are you. But I’m not done with you yet.”

With that, I pushed him onto his back, my hands exploring his muscular chest, tracing the contours of his abs. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned torso, and kissed my way down his body, my hands working on his belt.

His cock strained against his pants, hard and thick, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me. I freed him from his boxers, my fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him gently.

“You feel so good,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his shaft. “I want to taste you too.”

I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum. I sucked him deep, my hand pumping the base, my mouth working in rhythm. Steve groaned, his hands threading through my hair, encouraging me.

“Fuck, Meredith, that feels amazing,” he gasped, his hips thrusting gently. “Your mouth is incredible.”

I looked up at him, my eyes smoldering with desire, and released his cock with a pop. “I want you inside me now, Steve. I need to feel you.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. With a growl, he lifted me, positioning me over his hard shaft. I guided him to my entrance, slowly impaling myself on his length, my walls stretching to accommodate his size.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my head thrown back as I took him in. “You feel so good, so big.”

Steve’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I rode him, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. I leaned forward, my hands braced on his chest, as he filled me completely, hitting all the right spots.

“You’re so tight, Meredith,” he grunted, his eyes locked on mine. “And so damn wet. I can’t last much longer.”

I smiled, my body on fire, and increased my pace, riding him harder, my breasts jiggling with each bounce. “I want you to come inside me, Steve. Fill me with your cum.”

He groaned, his hands squeezing my ass, lifting me up and down on his shaft, driving into me with abandon. “I’m close, so close,” he panted, his eyes rolling back.

I felt his cock twitch inside me, and with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot cum filling me, coating my walls. I cried out, my own orgasm crashing over me, my walls milking his shaft as I rode out our shared pleasure.

We collapsed in a heap, our bodies still joined, our hearts racing. Steve kissed my neck, his breath ragged against my skin. “That was incredible, Meredith. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with satisfaction. “Me neither. But I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

As we lay there, spent and satisfied, I couldn’t help but wonder what other delicious adventures awaited us. Steve had certainly brought a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘food for thought’. And I was eager to discover all the ways we could satisfy our mutual appetites.

The Sensual Surprise

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Meredith stood at her front door, a slight frown creasing her pretty face. She’d been eagerly awaiting a package from her favorite online store, a new dress she’d splashed out on for an upcoming date. But when she opened the door, expecting to sign for her delivery, she found a large, unmarked box sitting on her doorstep. Confused, she picked it up, noting its weight. It was heavier than she’d anticipated for a simple dress. Curiosity getting the better of her, she decided to bring the package inside.

The blonde-haired woman moved gracefully through her living room, her mature figure exuding a subtle sexiness that belied her 53 years. She placed the box on the coffee table and, with a quick glance around to ensure her privacy, tore open the packaging. As she unfolded the layers of bubble wrap, her blue eyes widened in surprise. This wasn’t her dress. Instead, an array of colorful, phallic-shaped objects greeted her. Vibrators, dildos, and various other sex toys filled the box, each one more intriguing than the last.

“Oh my,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing with heat. She recognized some of the toys from her occasional browsing of online adult stores, but she’d never dared to purchase any. Meredith was a woman who enjoyed her sexuality, but she’d always been a little shy about exploring it fully. Now, it seemed, fate had delivered a box of delights right to her doorstep.

She reached into the box, her fingers brushing against the smooth, cold surface of a bright pink vibrator. It was shaped like a small, curved torpedo, with a rounded tip and a series of buttons along its shaft. Meredith couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like against her skin, how it would vibrate and buzz as it brought her pleasure. She switched it on, and the soft, low hum sent a shiver down her spine.

The thought of her neighbor, a young woman in her late twenties, using these toys made Meredith’s mind wander. She imagined her neighbor’s moans of pleasure as she experimented with each toy, her body writhing in ecstasy. But the idea of confronting her about the mistaken delivery was too embarrassing to contemplate. Instead, she decided to keep the box, a little guilty pleasure that she could explore in private.

As the afternoon sun began to set, casting a warm glow through her living room, Meredith poured herself a glass of wine and settled onto her plush couch. She took a sip, letting the rich, fruity flavor linger on her tongue, as her fingers toyed with the vibrator she’d taken from the box. The soft hum of the toy filled the room, a sensual soundtrack to her evening of self-discovery.

She ran her free hand over her body, caressing her soft skin, feeling the goosebumps rise as her touch sent shivers of anticipation through her. Her fingers traced the curves of her breasts, circling her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. With a soft moan, she cupped her B-cup breasts, squeezing gently as she teased her nipples with her thumbs.

The vibrator lay heavy in her other hand, its smooth surface a contrast to the warmth of her skin. She brought it closer, letting the tip brush against her thigh, then slowly up towards her center. The vibrations tickled her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Meredith guided the toy between her legs, feeling the soft, damp heat of her pussy as she teased her entrance. She was already wet, her body responding eagerly to the sensations. With a gentle push, she slid the vibrator inside herself, gasping at the sudden fullness.

The toy filled her, its curved shape hitting all the right spots as it vibrated against her sensitive walls. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she imagined her neighbor, legs spread wide, using this very toy. The thought of being watched, of someone seeing her like this, was both thrilling and embarrassing, but it only added to her arousal.

She moved the vibrator slowly at first, getting used to the sensations, then faster, harder, as her need for release grew. Her fingers worked her clit, rubbing in time with the toy’s movements, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, yes…”

Her body tensed, every muscle tightening as she approached the brink of orgasm. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly, its relentless rhythm pushing her over the edge. With a cry, she came, her pussy clenching around the toy as waves of pleasure washed over her.

As the orgasm subsided, Meredith lay back against the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She switched off the vibrator, letting it slip from her body, and smiled to herself. This was just the beginning, she thought, her eyes drifting back to the box of toys. There was so much more to explore, and she had the entire evening to herself.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Meredith reached for another toy, a sleek, black dildo with a realistic shape. She ran her fingers along its length, feeling the ridges and veins that mimicked a real cock. This one, she decided, would feel incredible inside her.

As she prepared to indulge in another round of self-pleasure, the thought of her neighbor’s reaction if she ever found out crossed her mind. But the prospect of being caught only added to the thrill, and Meredith couldn’t wait to see what other delights the box had in store for her.

Little did she know, this was just the first chapter in a series of steamy encounters with her new collection of sex toys, each one more satisfying than the last. And all the while, her neighbor remained blissfully unaware of the pleasure her mistaken delivery had brought.

First Encounter

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I had always been a creature of habit. My weekly routine was sacred, especially my coffee shop visits. The Latte Bean was my sanctuary, a cozy haven amidst the bustling city. Its quaint decor, with vintage posters and mismatched furniture, felt like a warm hug every time I stepped inside. This particular morning, however, was about to take an unexpected turn.

As I entered the familiar confines of my favorite coffee spot, I noticed a tall, distinguished gentleman sitting alone at a corner table. His presence was commanding, with an air of confidence that seemed to fill the room. Brown hair, neatly styled, framed his handsome face, and a well-groomed mustache added a touch of old-world charm. I couldn’t help but notice his intense brown eyes, which seemed to pierce through anyone they met. Little did I know, this man was Victor, the renowned business tycoon whose name was synonymous with success and wealth.

I approached the counter, placing my usual order—a large latte with an extra shot of espresso. The barista, a friendly young man, greeted me with a smile, and we exchanged pleasantries as he prepared my drink. As I waited, I glanced back at the mysterious stranger, only to find his gaze fixed on me. I felt a slight flutter in my stomach, a mix of curiosity and intrigue. There was something about his intense stare that made me both nervous and excited.

Lost in thought, I almost didn’t notice the steaming cup being placed in front of me. I thanked the barista and turned to find a clear path, only to collide with someone. Hot coffee splashed onto my hand and dress, the scalding liquid seeping through the fabric. I let out a startled cry, more from surprise than pain.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!” The deep, rich voice belonged to the man I had been observing. Victor, as I later learned, stood before me, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright? It seems I was so lost in thought that I didn’t watch where I was going.”

I looked down at the wet stain on my dress, a light-colored summer frock, now marred by the dark liquid. “It’s fine, really. Just a little spill,” I assured him, trying to downplay the incident. His apologetic expression softened my initial annoyance. There was an undeniable charm about him, and I found myself drawn to his presence.

“Please, allow me to make it up to you,” he insisted, his voice smooth and persuasive. “It’s the least I can do. Perhaps we could meet for dinner, and I can properly apologize.” I was taken aback by his boldness, but his words were like a sweet temptation, hard to resist.

“Dinner? Well, I don’t know…” I hesitated, playing with the idea. I was intrigued, but also cautious. Victor’s reputation preceded him, and I had heard whispers of his conquests. Yet, there was something about his intense gaze that made me want to say yes.

“Come now, it’s just dinner,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “I promise, no strings attached. I simply want to ensure you’re adequately compensated for my clumsiness.” His offer was too intriguing to refuse, and I found myself nodding in agreement.

“Alright, dinner it is,” I agreed, feeling a rush of excitement. Victor’s smile widened, and he handed me his business card. “Here’s my contact information. I’ll have my assistant reach out to you with the details. And please, accept this as a small token of my apology.” He placed a sleek black card in my hand, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a tingle up my arm.

As I examined the card, I realized it was an exclusive boutique’s gift card, with an amount that could buy me a whole new wardrobe. “This is too much,” I protested, overwhelmed by his generosity.

“Not at all, my dear. I insist. Now, I must be going, but I look forward to our dinner. Until then.” With a final smile, he turned and strode out of the coffee shop, leaving me standing there, my heart racing and my mind spinning.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation that had settled in my core. I found myself daydreaming about Victor, his intense gaze, and the promise of an evening together. I decided to indulge in a little retail therapy, using the generous gift card to purchase a stunning designer dress—a deep crimson number that hugged my curves in all the right places.

As promised, Victor’s assistant contacted me later that day, providing details for our dinner date. It was to be at a private dining room in one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants, known for its intimate atmosphere and exquisite cuisine. I felt a flutter of nerves as I prepared for the evening, my mind racing with anticipation.

Arriving at the restaurant, I was escorted to the private room, my heart pounding in my chest. The space was dimly lit, with a single candle flickering on the table, casting a warm glow. Victor stood as I entered, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me in the dress he had inadvertently inspired.

“Meredith, you look absolutely breathtaking,” he said, his voice like velvet. “That dress was made for you.” His compliment sent a thrill through my body, and I felt a warmth between my thighs as his intense gaze swept over me.

“Thank you, Victor,” I replied, my voice slightly hoarse. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He was dressed in a tailored suit, his broad shoulders filling it out perfectly. I couldn’t help but notice the way the fabric strained against his muscular frame.

We sat across from each other, the candlelight dancing in our eyes. The waiter appeared, presenting us with a bottle of vintage wine, its label promising an exceptional experience. Victor poured us each a glass, his hand brushing mine as he handed me mine. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire through my body.

“To new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.

“To new beginnings,” I echoed, clinking my glass against his. The wine was smooth and rich, its flavor dancing on my tongue. As we ate, we engaged in lively conversation, Victor’s wit and intelligence captivating me. He spoke of his travels, his business ventures, and his passion for art, all while maintaining a steady gaze that made me feel like the only woman in the room.

“You’re quite the enigma, Meredith,” he said, leaning forward, his eyes darkening with desire. “I find myself wanting to know more, to peel back the layers and discover the woman beneath.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my nipples harden beneath the silk of my dress.

“And what if I told you there’s more to discover than meets the eye?” I replied, my voice low and sultry. I wanted to play this game, to see where it led.

Victor’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Then I would say, by all means, show me.” His voice was thick with desire, and I knew the time for seduction had arrived.

Leaning across the table, I whispered, “I think it’s time we retire to a more private setting, don’t you?” My breath was hot against his ear, and I felt his body respond, his erection pressing against the table.

Without a word, he stood and held out his hand. I took it, feeling the electricity between us as he led me out of the dining room and into a private elevator. The doors closed, and we were alone, the tension palpable. Victor pulled me close, his hands sliding down my back, cupping my ass through the thin fabric of my dress.

“I’ve wanted this since I first saw you,” he growled, his breath hot on my neck. “I want to taste you, touch you, make you mine.” His words sent a wave of heat through my body, and I arched into his touch, desperate for more.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a luxurious suite. Victor guided me inside, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve. He pushed me against the wall, his mouth claiming mine in a hungry kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his hands working at the zipper of my dress. The silk slid to the floor, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing in nothing but my lace bra and panties. Victor’s eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of my exposed body.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He knelt before me, his hands gently caressing my thighs, slowly sliding my panties down. I stepped out of them, my heart pounding as he leaned forward, his breath warm against my sensitive skin.

His tongue flicked out, tracing the outline of my pussy lips, making me gasp. “So wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I want to taste every inch of you.” With that, he plunged his tongue into my folds, his mouth devouring me with a hunger that matched my own.

I gripped his hair, holding him close as he licked and sucked, his tongue working its magic. My hips bucked against his face, seeking more friction, more pleasure. Victor’s hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he feasted on my pussy, his moans of appreciation vibrating against my sensitive clit.

“Oh god, Victor,” I cried out, my orgasm building rapidly. “I’m close, so close.” His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding into my wetness, curling and stroking as his thumb circled my clit. I was on the edge, teetering between pleasure and madness.

“Come for me, Meredith,” he commanded, his voice hoarse. “Let me feel your pussy clench around my fingers.” His words were my undoing, and I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking with the force of it.

Victor stood, his eyes blazing with desire. He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carried me to the bed. I was still trembling, my body sensitive from the intense climax. He laid me down gently, his hands exploring my body, tracing patterns on my skin.

“I want to feel you around me,” he growled, his voice thick with need. He tore at his clothes, revealing a muscular chest and powerful legs. His cock, thick and erect, strained against his boxers, and I reached for it, eager to feel its heat.

I stroked him through the fabric, feeling his length and thickness, my pussy throbbing in anticipation. “Please, Victor,” I begged, my voice breathless. “I need to feel you inside me.”

He didn’t need further encouragement. Victor tore off his boxers, his cock springing free, and positioned himself between my thighs. I spread myself wide, inviting him in, my pussy slick with desire. He teased me, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, making me squirm and moan.

“Please, just fuck me,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse. Victor obliged, thrusting forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I gasped at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate his size. He was thick and hard, filling me completely, his cock hitting all the right spots.

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my drenched pussy. I matched his pace, my nails digging into his back, urging him on. “Yes, fuck me, Victor,” I cried out, my body on fire. “Harder, faster.”

Victor complied, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his cock pounding into me. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. I could feel my orgasm building again, my body tightening around his cock.

“I’m going to come, Victor,” I panted, my breath coming in short gasps. “Oh god, I can’t hold it…”

“Come for me, baby,” he grunted, his voice strained. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock.” His words pushed me over the edge, and I exploded around him, my pussy clenching and releasing in rapid succession.

Victor followed, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep inside me, his hot cum filling me with each powerful thrust. We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat.

As our breathing slowed, Victor rolled onto his side, his hand gently caressing my breast. “That was incredible, Meredith,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I’ve wanted you since that first spill, and now I can’t get enough.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “And I thought it was just a simple coffee spill. Who knew it would lead to this?”

Victor chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Life is full of surprises, my dear. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

Little did I know, this was only the start of a passionate affair, one that would change my life in ways I never imagined. Victor, the powerful tycoon, had awakened desires within me that I never knew existed, and I was eager to explore every possibility.

Watching Me Masturbate

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Being more mature does not mean having no sex drive. Sometimes it means having to work harder for that orgasm that came so effortlessly in our younger days, but many women that are older now have the time to explore their bodies like never before. I’ve always enjoyed masturbating in many different ways. With my fingers, with the water massager in the shower, with a vibrator, pool jets in swimming pools. There’s so many different ways. Fingers always seemed the most natural way, but as we get older, some of us may lubricate a bit less than before, and a good lube to keep things slick is a must.

Many times callers will confess they will wake up in the middle of the night and masturbate and then go back to bed. That does happen. In the morning, it can almost seem dreamlike and surreal. I have my bottle of lube on the bedside table, easy to access at any time. To reach over in the dark and make my fingertips all slippery and then start to caress my already excited clit feels wonderful. Masturbating on your back can be the most comfortable for some, it is for me, but sometimes laying on your side and just bucking against your own hand can be very arousing as well.

So many callers will say they edge themselves for hours, days or weeks even. Teasing themselves and not allowing themselves to come to orgasm. In the knowledge that when they do finally allow themselves to cum, it will be a blockbuster. All the frustration of bringing yourself to the brink and back again. Many callers ask if I’ve masturbated in front of my man, since most men love to see a woman pleasure themselves. Yes, I honestly think it’s quite educational for the man to watch that. Men don’t know how to read our minds, if they see how you like to be touched by watching you do it yourself, then they will be better able to please you.

Years ago a boyfriend of mine asked rather sheepishly if he could maybe watch me masturbate. It was so cute how he asked, I could see him blushing as he did. I knew he wanted to, but he didn’t want to seem like some kind of pervert. His timid nature was cute at times. I told him yes, he was free to watch as I made myself cum. I didn’t want a spotlight or anything, but there was soft lighting and candles. He pulled a chair in my bedroom closer to the bed. I laid back and raised my knees a bit, my feet on the bed. I caressed the outside of my pussy before opening my lips. I have long nails, and it feels nice to lightly run the nails all over the pubic area.

Slowly teasing myself, I opened my cunt lips. They were already getting moist. I spread myself wide and I could feel his eyes on me. I could hear him breathing a bit heavily. My performance was obviously arousing him. I dipped my fingertips into my pussy, scooping up some wetness to smear it on my clit. It felt so good. I began to slowly buck my hips up and down as I ground my fingers into my clit. My nipples were hard, my breasts shaking a bit as I bucked back and forth. The squeaking of the bed as I rocked back and forth on it made it all the more real as he watched me with rapt interest.

I alternated between making tiny circles and up and down motions on my pussy. I glanced over at him and smiled as I saw he’d taken out his cock and was stroking it up and down in his hand as he watched me masturbate. He was getting close to cumming as I myself was approaching my own orgasm. I love masturbating, but with someone so intently staring at my crotch is a bit nerve wracking. I did understand however he was learning how I enjoyed being touched, and this little educational show and tell would pay off for me later, when it was his turn to touch me and he knew exactly how I liked to be touched. I came and cried out. So did he. It was enough excitement for one night for us both. I do look forward to the next time we get together and I can see how much he learned from our little lesson.