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The Plumber’s Lesson

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I couldn’t believe the words that had just left my mouth. There I was, standing in my bathroom, watching as the young, handsome plumber finished installing my new shower system. His name was James, or so his name tag read. With his muscular arms and broad shoulders, he was the epitome of a manly tradesman. I had specifically requested a male plumber, and the company had sent me this gorgeous specimen. Little did he know, he was about to get an unexpected show.

I had been flirting with him subtly since he arrived, making small talk and complimenting his work. James had a charming smile and a hint of shyness in his deep blue eyes, which only made him more attractive. As he tightened the last screw on the shower panel, I decided to be bolder, taking a chance that might either scare him off or fulfill my secret fantasy.

“You know, James, I’m so glad I insisted on this handheld shower attachment,” I said, running my fingers along the sleek metal hose. “It’s not just for cleaning those hard-to-reach places.”

James straightened up, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead. “Oh, really? What else is it good for then?” His curiosity was piqued, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to plunge ahead. “Well, it’s perfect for… self-pleasure.” I bit my lip, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness as I revealed my little secret.

His eyes widened, and the color drained from his face. “Self-pleasure? You mean… masturbation?” He whispered the word as if it were a forbidden term, and his reaction only fueled my desire to push further.

“Yes, masturbation. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but I thought you should know why I was so particular about this setup.” I stepped closer to him, my heart racing. “I love a good water-induced orgasm, and I’m not about to give those up.”

James’s mouth hung open slightly, and he seemed at a loss for words. I could almost see the steam rising from his ears as his face flushed with embarrassment. The poor guy was probably not used to women being so forward, especially one who looked like me—a mature, confident woman in her prime.

Sensing his discomfort, I decided to take control of the situation. “You look shocked, James. Don’t worry, I won’t bite… unless you want me to.” I winked at him, my voice dripping with seduction. “In fact, since you’re so curious, I’d be happy to demonstrate how I use this showerhead to bring myself pleasure.”

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but I knew he was hooked. The idea of watching a woman like me, who could be his mother, masturbate in front of him was both scandalous and irresistible.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammered. “I mean, I’ve never… I mean, I shouldn’t…”

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath my palm. “Shh… just relax and enjoy the show. Consider it a private performance just for you.”

Without waiting for his response, I slowly began to unbutton my silk blouse, revealing my lace black bra and the swell of my full C-cup breasts. James’s eyes locked onto my cleavage, his mouth dry as he struggled to swallow. I could see the bulge in his work pants growing, and I knew I had him right where I wanted.

I slipped off my blouse, letting it fall to the floor, and then unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, and I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently as I offered him a sultry smile.

“Do you like what you see, James?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

He nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.

I stepped out of my skirt, revealing my matching lace panties and toned, shapely legs. “Now, for the main event,” I purred, reaching for the shower controls.

With a twist of the knob, the showerhead came to life, spraying a gentle mist of warm water. I stepped under the stream, closing my eyes as the water caressed my skin. I ran the handheld showerhead along my neck, down my shoulders, and across my breasts, moaning softly as the sensation sent shivers down my spine.

“Watch how I use this,” I instructed, my voice laced with lust. I angled the showerhead so that the water flowed directly onto my nipples, which were already erect and begging for attention. I rubbed the stream back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

James stood frozen, his eyes glued to my naked form as I played with the water, teasing my sensitive nipples. I could see his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, as if he were fighting an internal battle between his professional demeanor and his primal urges.

“Does it feel good?” he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.

“Oh, it feels amazing,” I breathed, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “But it’s even better down here.”

I slowly lowered the showerhead, letting the water run down my stomach, teasing my navel before trailing lower, until it reached the apex of my thighs. I parted my legs, giving him an unobstructed view of my glistening pussy, already wet and ready.

With one hand, I spread my lips, exposing my swollen clit, while the other guided the showerhead to my most intimate spot. I let out a soft cry as the warm water hit my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my head falling back as I surrendered to the sensations. I moved the showerhead in slow circles, building the pressure, and then faster, as my arousal intensified.

James’s breathing grew heavier, and I could see his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes were locked on my fingers, now sliding in and out of my wetness, while the water continued to tease my clit.

“That’s it, James, watch me,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “See how I touch myself? How I bring myself pleasure?”

I increased the pace, my fingers plunging deeper, matching the rhythm of the showerhead as it massaged my clit. My breath came in short gasps, and I knew I was close to the edge.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I cried out, my body trembling as the orgasm built.

James’s eyes were wild, his face a mask of pure desire. He took a step forward, as if to join me, but I held up a hand, shaking my head.

“No, just watch,” I panted, my eyes never leaving his.

The climax hit me like a wave, crashing over my body as I cried out, my fingers working furiously at my swollen bud. I rode the wave of pleasure, my hips bucking against the showerhead, until I finally collapsed, spent and satisfied.

I stepped out from under the shower stream, my body glistening with a mix of water and sweat. James stood there, his jaw clenched, his erection straining against his pants.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice raw.

I smiled, feeling empowered by the raw desire I had awakened in this young man. “It was, wasn’t it? And all thanks to this wonderful showerhead.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my naked form.

I stepped closer to him, my breasts brushing against his chest. “You’ve been a very good boy, James. I think you deserve a reward.”

Before he could respond, I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking gently.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my shoulders as I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.

I sucked him deeply, taking him to the back of my throat, my hand pumping the base of his shaft in time with my mouth. James’s hands fisted in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrust gently, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice strained.

I increased the pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor, until he exploded in my mouth, his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him dry as he trembled above me.

As he caught his breath, I stood up, my body still buzzing from the thrill of our encounter. “Well, James, I hope that demonstration was satisfactory.”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. “It was… incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

I smiled, satisfied that I had not only fulfilled my own fantasy but had also given this handsome plumber a lesson in pleasure he would never forget.

“Now, I believe you have some final touches to make on the shower,” I said, picking up my clothes. “And I have a feeling this won’t be the last time you’ll be using that handheld showerhead for more than just cleaning.”

With a final wink, I left James to finish his work, knowing that he would forever remember the day he installed a shower for a woman who showed him just how satisfying a water-induced orgasm could be.

Erotic Click: A Journey of Sensual Discovery

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I never imagined that a simple click of a button would lead me down a path of such intense pleasure and erotic discovery. It all started on a lazy Sunday afternoon when I was feeling a little bored and curious. I had been browsing the internet, looking for something to spark my interest, and that’s when I stumbled upon a website dedicated to erotic stories and audio recordings. As a 42-year-old woman with a healthy sexual appetite, I was intrigued.

The website was a treasure trove of naughty tales and steamy encounters, each more enticing than the last. I scrolled through the various categories, my heart racing with anticipation. That’s when I found the ‘Audio Stories’ section, where people would record themselves reading erotic narratives. I clicked on a random recording, eager to hear what it was all about.

A deep, velvety voice filled my ears, sending shivers down my spine. “Hello, my name is James, and I’m here to take you on a journey of sensual pleasure…” The narrator introduced himself, and I was instantly captivated. His voice was like rich, dark chocolate, smooth and seductive. I could almost feel his words caressing my skin, igniting a fire deep within me.

The story he was narrating was about a woman who discovers her hidden desires and embarks on a journey of self-exploration. As he described the woman’s awakening, I felt my own body responding. My nipples hardened beneath my thin tank top, and a warm tingle spread between my thighs. I bit my lip, realizing I was getting turned on by a stranger’s voice.

“Brooke,” I whispered to myself, using my real name. “You’re getting worked up over a voice on the internet.” But I couldn’t deny the arousal coursing through my veins. I wanted to hear more, to know what happened next in the story, and to hear that voice again.

I quickly searched for more recordings by the same narrator, eager to indulge in another session of auditory pleasure. I found a few more stories narrated by him, each one more tantalizing than the last. His voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect on me, drawing me deeper into the erotic world he created with his words.

As I listened, my hand unconsciously drifted to my breast, gently caressing the sensitive peak through the fabric of my shirt. I closed my eyes, imagining the narrator’s hands on my body, his deep voice whispering dirty nothings in my ear. I pictured myself as the protagonist in one of his stories, a woman exploring her sexuality and embracing her desires.

One particular story caught my attention, a tale of a woman who engages in a steamy phone call with a mysterious stranger. The narrator’s voice grew huskier as he described the woman’s growing excitement, her fingers tracing her own body as she listened to her caller’s commands. I found myself mirroring the actions of the fictional character, my hand sliding down my stomach, reaching for the waistband of my cotton panties.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, my breath coming in short gasps as I imagined the narrator’s voice on the other end of the line, guiding me through my own exploration. My fingers slipped beneath the elastic, finding my wetness, and I moaned softly at the sensation. I was getting so turned on, and I hadn’t even touched my clit yet.

I listened to the narrator’s words, his voice urging the woman to touch herself, to explore her body, and I did the same. My middle finger circled my clit, teasing it gently at first, then with increasing pressure as my arousal intensified. I imagined him telling me how to stroke myself, his voice commanding yet filled with desire.

“That’s it, Brooke. Let your fingers dance on your sweet pussy. Imagine my voice whispering in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, how much I want to taste your juices.” I moaned aloud, my imagination bringing the fantasy to life. I could almost feel his breath on my neck, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke those words.

My finger moved faster, my hips thrusting against my hand as I sought release. The narrator’s voice grew more intense, describing the woman’s orgasm in vivid detail. “Let it go, let it all out. I want to hear you cum, feel your pussy clench around my fingers as you ride the waves of pleasure.”

His words were like a trigger, and my body responded, convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, my juices flowing freely as I came hard, my fingers still working my clit, milking every last drop of pleasure. I was breathless, my body trembling, and my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience.

As I lay there, panting, I realized I wanted more. I wanted to hear that voice again, to engage in a real conversation, to see if the connection I felt was more than just a figment of my imagination. I scrolled through the website, searching for a way to contact the narrator. And there it was, a small link at the bottom of the page, ‘Contact the Narrator’.

Without hesitation, I clicked the link, and a messaging window popped up. My heart was pounding as I typed, “Hi, I’m Brooke. I’ve been listening to your recordings, and I find your voice incredibly sexy. I’d love to talk to you.” I hit send, my fingers trembling, unsure of what to expect.

To my surprise, a reply came almost instantly. “Brooke, what a beautiful name. I’m flattered by your message. I’m James, the narrator you’ve been listening to. I must admit, I’m intrigued. Tell me more about yourself.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “I’m a 42-year-old woman, blonde, with a body that craves attention. I love exploring my sexuality, and your voice has ignited a fire in me I didn’t know I had.” I held nothing back, letting my words flow freely.

James responded, his words sending a thrill through me. “Brooke, you sound like a woman who knows what she wants. I’d love to hear more. How about we take this conversation to the phone? I’d love to hear your voice, and maybe we can explore our desires together.”

My heart raced at the suggestion. Phone sex was something I had never done before, but the idea of hearing James’ voice in real-time, of having a mutual masturbation session, was incredibly arousing. “Yes, I’d love that. Give me your number, and I’ll call you right now.”

He sent me his phone number, and I quickly dialed, my hand already reaching for my breast as I waited for him to answer.

“Hello, Brooke,” James’ voice purred into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ve been waiting for this moment. I want to hear your voice, to know that you’re as real as the pleasure I feel when I imagine you.”

I moaned softly, my fingers pinching my nipple through my bra. “I’m real, James. And I want you to know, I’m already wet, thinking about what we’re about to do.”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. Now, Brooke, I want you to touch yourself for me. Tell me what you’re doing, and I’ll do the same.” His voice was commanding yet filled with desire, and I was more than willing to obey.

I slid my hand down my body, my fingers slipping easily into my wetness. “I’m touching my pussy, James. It’s so wet, imagining your fingers joining mine, stroking my clit.”

“Fuck, Brooke, that’s hot. I’m hard as a rock, thinking about your fingers playing with your sweet hole. I’m stroking my cock, imagining it’s your hand on my shaft.” His words were like fuel to my fire, and I began to rub my clit in earnest.

“I’m rubbing my clit, James. It’s so sensitive, and I’m close. I want to cum for you, to hear your voice as I come.” I was panting now, my body on the edge of release.

“That’s it, Brooke. Let it go. I want to hear you cum, to know that I’ve brought you pleasure. I’m stroking my cock, thinking about your pussy, about how it would feel to be inside you.” His voice was thick with desire, and I could picture him, his hand pumping his hard cock as he listened to me.

I cried out, my body convulsing as I came, my juices flowing freely. “Oh, James, I’m cumming! I can’t hold back!”

“Fuck, yes, Brooke! I’m cumming too! Hearing you cum has pushed me over the edge. I’m shooting my load, imagining it’s inside your tight pussy.” His voice was raw, filled with the same pleasure I was feeling.

We both panted, catching our breath after the intense orgasm. I felt a connection to James, a bond forged through our shared pleasure.

“That was incredible, Brooke. I’ve never had phone sex like that before. I want to do it again, to explore more with you.” James’ voice was filled with satisfaction and desire.

“Me too, James. I want to hear your voice again, to feel the pleasure we can give each other. How about we make this a regular thing?” I suggested, already craving more.

“I’d love that, Brooke. I’ll be waiting for your call, eager to hear your sexy voice and bring us both to orgasm again and again.”

With that, we ended the call, but I knew it was just the beginning. I had found a new form of pleasure, and I couldn’t wait to explore the depths of phone sex with James, the man with the sexy voice who had ignited a fire in me.

The Midnight Train Ride

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As the sun began its descent, casting an orange hue across the landscape, I settled into my cozy cabin on the overnight train. Meredith, a mature woman with a playful spirit and a penchant for adventure, was eager to embark on this solo journey. My blonde hair, neatly styled, framed my blue eyes, which sparkled with anticipation. My B-cup breasts, hidden beneath a soft cotton blouse, hinted at the sensual nature that lay within me.

The train’s gentle rocking motion, a soothing lullaby, sent a tingling sensation through my body. I closed the cabin door, ensuring privacy, and prepared for a night of self-indulgence. The thought of being alone, free to explore my desires without judgment, excited me. I decided to make the most of this unique setting and indulge in some much-needed pleasure.

I sat on the small bed, its sheets crisp and inviting, and allowed my fingers to wander. With the rhythmic motion of the train setting the pace, I unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my delicate lace bra. The cool air brushed against my exposed skin, causing my nipples to harden in anticipation. Slowly, I caressed my breasts, circling my thumbs over the erect peaks, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

Leaning back, I let my fingers trail down my stomach, tracing the outline of my panties. The fabric was already damp with anticipation, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself further. I slipped my hand beneath the elastic waistband, my fingers immediately greeted by the warmth and wetness between my thighs.

My fingers found my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I teased it gently, circling and flicking, as the train’s rhythmic swaying intensified my pleasure. The sounds of the train’s wheels on the tracks and the occasional distant horn created a unique soundtrack to my solo performance.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. I imagined the other passengers, unaware of the erotic show unfolding in this tiny cabin. The thought of being watched, even if it was just in my mind, heightened my arousal. I pictured a handsome young man, his eyes locked on me, witnessing my every move.

My breathing quickened as I increased the pace, sliding two fingers inside my pussy. It was hot and wet, welcoming my touch. I thrust my fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of the train’s movement. The sensation was incredible, and I could feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure ready to crash over me.

Just as I was about to climax, I paused, my fingers still buried deep within me. I practiced orgasm control, a game I loved to play with myself. I wanted to prolong this moment, to savor the delicious anticipation. I took a deep breath, my chest heaving, and slowly withdrew my fingers, leaving my pussy throbbing and aching for release.

I stood up, my body trembling with restrained desire. The cabin’s small mirror reflected my flushed face and disheveled appearance. I smiled at my reflection, my eyes sparkling with mischief. I knew I could make myself come multiple times, and I wanted to draw out this pleasure.

Moving to the tiny bathroom, I turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it was warm. I stripped off my clothes, my body now fully exposed to the gentle train vibrations. The cool air brushed against my naked skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my body, washing away the sweat and anticipation. I lathered my hands with soap, allowing them to glide over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs. My fingers teased my clit, now even more sensitive from the previous stimulation.

I leaned against the shower wall, my eyes closed, as I imagined a stranger’s hands on my body. I pictured those strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, as a thick, hard cock thrust into me from behind. The fantasy was so vivid that I could almost feel the heat of his breath on my neck.

My fingers worked feverishly, bringing me closer to the edge. The water ran down my body, mixing with my juices, as I stood there, legs trembling, on the verge of orgasm. With a final, desperate rub, I let out a loud moan, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me.

I stood under the shower, letting the warm water soothe my sated body. My mind was clear, and I felt a sense of satisfaction and relaxation. Stepping out, I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my body, my skin now soft and glowing.

Returning to the cabin, I noticed the darkness outside, the night sky dotted with stars. The train’s gentle rocking had lulled me into a state of blissful arousal. I lay down on the bed, my body still buzzing from the previous orgasms.

As I closed my eyes, my fingers found their way back to my pussy, now sensitive and responsive. I stroked my clit gently, relishing the sensations. The train’s movement became a sensual dance, each sway and jerk bringing me closer to the edge.

This time, I let the orgasm wash over me without restraint. My body arched, and I bit my lip to muffle the cries of pleasure that escaped my throat. Wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through me, leaving me breathless and utterly satisfied.

Exhausted and fulfilled, I snuggled into the soft sheets, my mind drifting as the train continued its journey through the night. The rhythmic clacking of the wheels on the tracks lulled me to sleep, my dreams filled with erotic fantasies and the anticipation of new adventures that lay ahead.

Solitary Splash

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I couldn’t believe my luck as I stepped into the hotel lobby. The weekend getaway I had planned for myself was off to a perfect start. The hotel was luxurious, with its grand chandeliers and elegant decor, and I felt a sense of excitement as I checked in. I was ready for some much-needed relaxation and adventure.

After a smooth check-in process, I made my way to my room, admiring the plush carpets and the intricate artwork adorning the walls. My room was spacious and inviting, with a cozy bed and a stunning view of the city skyline. But I had other plans for the afternoon, and so I quickly changed into my swimsuit, eager to explore the hotel’s amenities.

The pool area was located on the rooftop, offering a breathtaking view of the city. As I stepped out onto the deck, the warm sun kissed my pale skin, and I felt a surge of freedom. The pool was inviting, its crystal-clear water shimmering under the afternoon sun. And to my delight, I was the only one there.

I slipped out of my cover-up, revealing my red hair cascading down my back and my blue eyes sparkling with mischief. My swimsuit, a skimpy red bikini, accentuated my lean, toned body. I felt a thrill as I realized I was completely alone, with no one to judge or interrupt my little adventure.

I dipped my toes into the water, feeling the coolness against my heated skin. The pool was deserted, and I had the entire place to myself. I decided to take advantage of the privacy and indulge in a little pleasure.

I walked over to one of the pool jets, a powerful stream of water shooting upwards. I positioned myself in front of it, feeling the water cascade over my shoulders and back. The sensation was heavenly, and I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan as the water massaged my tense muscles.

As I leaned into the jet, I felt my nipples harden against the fabric of my bikini top. The water pressure was intense, and I couldn’t help but imagine it was a strong pair of hands caressing my body. I slowly moved my hips, letting the jet tease my sensitive skin.

My hands found their way to my breasts, cupping them through the wet fabric. I pinched my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, imagining someone else doing the same. The sensation was electric, and I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan. I was getting turned on, and there was no one around to witness my little show.

I slid my hand down my body, my fingers trailing along my flat stomach and reaching the waistband of my bikini bottoms. With a gentle tug, I pulled them down, exposing my bare pussy. The cool air sent a shiver down my spine, and I spread my legs slightly, giving myself a better view.

My pussy was already glistening with arousal, and I couldn’t resist touching myself. I slid a finger along my slit, feeling my wetness coat my skin. I found my clit, swollen and sensitive, and began to rub it in slow circles. The pleasure was intense, and I leaned my head back, letting the water from the jet cascade over my face.

I imagined someone watching me, their eyes dark with desire as they witnessed my public display. The thought made my pussy clench, and I inserted a finger inside myself, moaning softly as I began to fuck myself with my own hand. The water jet provided the perfect backdrop, its steady stream adding to the rhythm of my fingers.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. I increased the pace, my fingers plunging in and out of my dripping wet hole. I was so turned on, my body on fire with desire. I pictured a stranger joining me, their hands gripping my hips as they thrust into me from behind.

As I neared my climax, I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment and excitement. What if someone did see me? The thought sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I let out a loud cry as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy clenched around my fingers, and I came hard, my juices flowing freely.

I stood there for a moment, catching my breath, my body trembling from the intense release. As I opened my eyes, I noticed a figure standing by the pool entrance, watching me with a mixture of shock and fascination. It was a young man, a hotel employee, his eyes locked on my naked form.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, his face flushing. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just… I thought you might need some help.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Oh, don’t be sorry,” I purred, my voice laced with seduction. “I was just enjoying the pool. And you’re right, I did need some help… with something else entirely.”

The man’s eyes widened, taking in my naked body, still glistening from the water and my own juices. I could see the desire in his gaze, and I knew he had been watching me for a while. I took a step towards him, my body still tingling from my orgasm.

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“J-Jake,” he managed to reply, his eyes never leaving my body.

“Well, Jake,” I said, reaching out and running my fingers along his strong jawline. “Why don’t you come a little closer and help me with this?” I gestured to my wet pussy, still throbbing from my recent climax.

Jake’s eyes darkened, and without a word, he closed the distance between us. He was tall and muscular, his hands rough from manual labor. He reached for my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh.

“You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot on my neck.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I replied, my voice breathless.

He spun me around, pressing my body against the pool’s edge. I could feel the rough texture of the tiles against my bare skin as he lifted my leg, resting my foot on the edge of the pool. I was completely exposed, my pussy on full display.

Jake’s hands found my breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hands, encouraging his touch. He leaned down, his mouth finding my nipple through the wet fabric of my bikini top, and sucked it hungrily. I moaned, my hands gripping the pool’s edge as he pleasured me.

“You like that, don’t you, Mary Ellen?” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

I nodded, unable to form words as he continued to tease my sensitive nipples with his tongue and teeth. His hands traveled down my body, his fingers dipping into my wetness, making me gasp.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “I can’t believe I get to do this.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his hard cock pressing against my entrance. I was ready, my body craving his. He thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my back arching as his length stretched me, filling me with a delicious fullness.

“Oh god, yes!” I exclaimed, my hands gripping his shoulders.

Jake began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the air, echoing off the pool walls. I looked around, my eyes wild with pleasure, knowing that anyone could walk in on us at any moment. The thought only heightened my arousal.

“Fuck me harder, Jake,” I demanded, my voice hoarse. “Make me come again.”

He obliged, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounded into me. The sensation was incredible, his cock hitting all the right spots. I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing with anticipation.

“That’s it, Mary Ellen,” he grunted. “Come all over my cock.”

His words were all I needed, and I exploded around him, my pussy contracting and milking his shaft. Jake followed soon after, his hips jerking as he filled me with his hot cum.

We stood there, panting, our bodies still joined, as we caught our breath. I turned to face him, my hands caressing his chest.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“It was,” he agreed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “But I think we should take this somewhere more private. My break is almost over, and I have a feeling you’re not done with me yet.”

I laughed, a wicked gleam in my eye. “You’re right, Jake. This is just the beginning. Let’s go to my room, where we can really explore each other.”

Hand in hand, we left the pool area, our bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of our passionate encounter. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend had in store for us.

The Car Wash Climax

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I thought it would be a quick and mundane task to get my car washed, but it turned out to be an unexpectedly arousing experience, one that left me both satisfied and embarrassed. It all started on a sunny afternoon, when I found myself at the local car wash.

As I drove my little red convertible into the automated car wash, the warm summer breeze played with my short blonde hair, and I felt a tingle of excitement, not knowing what the day had in store for me. The car wash was one of those drive-through tunnels, with large spinning brushes and colorful soaps that always reminded me of a psychedelic disco. I put my car in neutral and let the conveyor belt guide me forward, anticipating the refreshing clean my car was about to receive.

The car slowly inched its way through the tunnel, the mechanical arms and brushes reaching out to caress its surface. As the warm soapy water sprayed against the windshield, I felt a different kind of warmth spreading through my body. I was alone in the car, and the rhythmic motion of the conveyor belt combined with the gentle rocking of the car wash was unexpectedly arousing. I looked around, realizing that the tinted windows and the noisy machinery would provide the perfect cover for a quick, naughty release.

My mind began to wander, imagining the young, handsome attendant who had greeted me at the entrance. He had a mischievous smile and deep brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. I pictured him watching me from a hidden camera, his gaze fixed on my body as I sat there, vulnerable and exposed. The thought of being observed sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I had to act on this sudden urge.

I reached down and gently lifted my skirt, revealing my smooth, bare thighs. The cool air-conditioned air teased my sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to form. My fingers found their way to the waistband of my black lace panties, and I slowly slid them down, exposing my neatly trimmed pussy. It was already glistening with arousal, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself.

With one hand on the steering wheel, I guided the car forward, while my other hand began to explore my body. I gently caressed my inner thighs, slowly circling closer and closer to my aching clit. The anticipation was building, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan as my fingers finally made contact with my sensitive bud.

I started to rub slow circles around my clit, teasing myself, building up the pleasure. The car wash provided a perfect backdrop for my solo performance, the rhythmic splashing of water and the soft hum of the machinery blending with my own growing desire. I closed my eyes, picturing the young attendant, his eyes locked on my naked body, watching me pleasure myself.

My fingers moved faster, stroking my clit with firm, deliberate strokes. I imagined him stroking his hard cock as he watched, his breath fogging up the camera lens. The thought of being his secret fantasy fueled my own desire, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I began to rub my clit with urgency, my breath coming in short gasps. The car wash seemed to sense my rising passion, as if it was conspiring with me, the warm water spraying in perfect rhythm with my strokes. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as I approached the peak of pleasure.

Just as I was about to climax, the car emerged from the tunnel, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding me. I cried out, my body convulsing with a powerful orgasm. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

As I slowly came down from my high, I realized the car had stopped moving, and I was now at the exit of the car wash. I quickly composed myself, adjusting my skirt and smoothing my hair, hoping no one had noticed my post-orgasmic glow.

That’s when I saw him. The young attendant was standing by the exit, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned against the wall, his muscular arms crossed, and his eyes locked on me. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, knowing he had seen everything.

“Enjoy your car wash, ma’am?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

I could barely meet his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable. I nodded, my throat dry, unable to form words.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You seemed to have a really good time in there. I hope the show was worth it.”

My eyes widened as I followed his gaze upwards. To my horror, a small monitor was mounted on the wall, displaying a live feed from inside the car wash. There I was, captured on camera, my fingers working furiously between my legs, my face contorted in ecstasy.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, my face burning with shame and arousal.

The attendant laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. I just couldn’t help but notice your… enthusiasm. It’s not every day we get such an entertaining show.”

I felt a mix of emotions—humiliation, excitement, and a strange sense of empowerment. I had been caught, but there was something exhilarating about being seen, about knowing my secret pleasure had been witnessed.

“Well, I guess I should be going,” I said, my voice steady despite my racing heart. I started the engine, eager to escape the situation, but also feeling a strange sense of loss.

“Drive safe, and come back anytime,” he called out as I drove away. “We’ll be waiting for an encore performance.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I drove off, my heart still pounding. The experience had been both mortifying and exhilarating, and I knew I would never look at a car wash the same way again. The thought of being watched, of exposing my most intimate moments, had awakened a new desire within me, one that I was eager to explore further.

As I drove home, I felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that this was just the beginning of a new, exciting chapter in my sexual journey. The young attendant’s smirk and the memory of my exhibitionistic thrill would stay with me, fueling my fantasies and leaving me hungry for more.