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ANYONE FOR DESSERTHi..my name is Cat and I am always on the go…rushing here and there and loving the buzz…I live in an apartment block..surrounded by trees and the fresh smell of newly cut grass from the field behind the apartments..There are six apartments ..all single, 50 year old and over ‘young’ professionals…all with a zing in their step..and a lust for life…but lurking.. each one of us…has a past…It was a beautiful day out..and I decided to go and sit in the park and read my Ernest Hemingway ‘Old man and the sea’…and the park was comfortable…not overly crowded…Mam’s with their babies…c***dren playing…and me watching an elderly couple walking hand in hand…he must have been saying something to her as she was smiling….then he stopped and pick a flower and gave it to her… I smiled at this as this was so romantic…sometimes I think romance is dead…but they had just proven me wrong…I went back to my book…and after about three minutes…the sun was blocked… as in front of me…stood my neighbor from above…He was jogging and the sweat was pouring down him…his hair plastered on his head when he took his peak cap and sunglasses off…he plonked himself down next to me…and said…”you don’t mind”.??? Of course I do mind I thought…as I needed to get back to Ernest…I asked him why he was not working and his reply was…”if one is the boss…and you have reliable people working for you…you can take one day off” He was in Construction…I noticed his hands…all calloused and rough…and big…his fingers long and thick…and he caught me staring at his hands…and the silly sausage goes and apologizes…and says…no time for the manicures I’m afraid…and I mutter…”I love them that way…” he gives me a side glance and with a twinkle in his eye…he says…”let’s go for a coffee”..and me replying…”right this minute?? what about your jogging…and you need a shower and…” he holds up his beautiful hand and says…”just say if you don’t want to..”..I look down at Ernest..who is waiting to be read…and think to myself that I must be coming across as one shallow mare..which I am not…so I turn back to him and say…”righteo…let’s go” and we walk to the coffee shop at the corner of our avenue…He has a twinkle in his eye…his eyes are alive when he talks and explains his business in construction…it is with passion…”You are really a passionate man when you speak about your business Steve..I love that in a man”…Oh hell…that sounded so…flirty and as if I was coming on to the man…but…heck…he does not seem to really care…so…we walk in to the coffee shop and order and sit away from the customers that were there…they were all engrossed either in their books, laptops or conversing with one another…there was a gentle and pleasant hum in the shop which I loved…Sitting next to me in the booth…he made a comment that made me look up…”I am passionate about other things as well…” and he touches my hand…Yep…you guessed it…right aul prude I was…I pulled away…and without thinking wrinkled my nose…”maybe I should have gone home and showered first” he says and I protested so…and grabbed his hand…What an awful mare I was…I really felt like a stuck up bitch…this gorgeous man with his curly brown hair all a-mess now…gazing at me…He was not an ‘all brawn no brain type of guy’…no six pack…just your average Joe…we sat in silence…and me still holding his hand…I feel I have to just say something…and I mutter an apology for being such a dunce….the waitress comes with our coffees…(at last)…and asks if we wanted anything else…and he says…”yeah…your carrot cake looks good”…looks at me…and I shake my head…he places his hand on my back and says…”we will share”…His hand remains there…and then he rubs my back and says that I am tense…All I can think of is…”oh fuckety fuck fuck fuck!!!” as I could feel stirrings deep down…and I took my hand off his and sat on them…”You don’t trust yourself do you?” ” No I don’t…I do not want to do silly things and we are kaçak iddaa in a coffee shop…let’s enjoy this moment….” says I….and his hand goes further down to the small of my back….I can feel a sweat break out on my top lip and without thinking…I lick my lips…and he smiles…and can feel the sex building up…it is intense….yet he is so relaxed…..”where is the carrot cake…geez…are they baking it first..” I say…trying to distract him….and my words were not cold when the cake arrives…a massive slice…and he picks up the fork and feeds me a bit…I am so so conscious of people watching us…which is not the case as everyone is wrapped up in their own little world…I open my mouth and he teases me….”maybe you should go home and take a shower Steve…” I laugh between mouthfuls…his hand is back down the small of my back…and he is watching my reaction…I move forward so that he can push his hand into my skirt…that is what I want…don’t I??? but he does not…he goes and massages the arch or top of my butt cheek…then moves across to the front….I turn around to see if the waitress is coming or anyone is looking…but…nope..no one is interested…He pushes his big hand down the front of my skirt…and plays with the sparseness of my pub hair…and gently he begins to caress my lips….I look down and see the bulge in his bermuda shorts..a very very big bulge…I spread my legs so that he can push his fingers in….but he just stares at me…those beautiful eyes…all glazed over….then he maneuvers over to my back again…and hands go in..and he caresses my butt cheek…and then my crack…and he wants to slide his finger in…but they are thick…and I resist…My breathing now is labored…and my chest is heaving…my cleavage is all to clear for all to see now…which I did not want…!! my nipples are erect…and are pushing up against the fabric of my lowish cut top…”eat your coffee and drink your cake” I say all flustered!!! and with that…the waitress comes over and looks at our untouched cups of coffee…and the cake…and raises an eyebrow..”if and when you need any top ups…just holler” she says…and smiles and walks off… I have to get out of here…as my pussy is singing a different song…we both down our coffee…and he pays and I walk on ahead…reprimanding myself for being such a sucker!!! but…I needed release…I did not realize how sexually starved I was…as I was always busy..the music..my students..counselling..Steve caught up with me…and in a friendly way put his arm round my shoulders and we walked like that until we got to our building…and at the my door…I asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner…I really did make a mean Mauritian Creolian Chicken Curry…a recipe my mam gave me before she passed…He was there…spot on time…6 bells…and as handsome as ever…his crisp white shirt…and I could see that he had a very hairy chest…as his two top buttons were undone…and his Chino trousers…and…he was barefoot…lol..yep..barefoot..What more could I have asked for…as I was more or less a hippie…and had on my maxi dress with my chunky jewelry, hair all fluffed out like Diane Ross..but with curls….and barefoot as well… “bejaysus..that does smell good…” and I giggled like a school girl and asked him…if he was referring to the food or me….lol…he smiled and came in and gave me a peck on my cheek…and walked over to the table and fiddled with the matches to light the candles on the table…I was feeling all romantic when I set the table…I had cinnamon and apple incense burning..and I felt down right dirty…as looking at that broad back….this wonder standing with his back to me….All I wanted was to….and my daydreaming was suddenly halted as he turned around and grinned at me…his wrinkles round his smiling eyes…his mouth…and fuck…I was horny….”would you like me to serve”…says he… “Oh mother of all idiots…I forgot that…” and I walked past him into the kitchenette and started plating our food…and yes…you can guess what happened next…yeah…we bets10 sat down and started eating…lol…(what were you thinking tsk!)…He seemed to enjoy the food and I was pushing the chicken round my plate…small talk…but I felt…well I cannot explain how I felt…but..Steve then got up…and came over to me and started massaging my neck muscles…I had massive knots there…and he felt the strain…and then my back….and leaning over me…his broad chest pushing against my head…I could smell his soapy freshness…he pushed his hands down onto my tits and started massaging them…I leaned back…my eyes closed…mouth slightly open…I started a soft moan…and could feel myself begin to react down south….he pulled up my skirt and touched the lips of my swollen pussy and gave it a pinch…and I shuddered…then he went in a teensy weensy bit…and started caressing me…my clit was out now…wanting the same attention…he bit my ear lobe…and whispered…voice all husky…”what’s for dessert”…and yep…me…being the naive person…said…”ahhh…forgot about dessert…but we do have canned peaches…”…and without warning…he pulled his fingers from my squelching pussy…gave me a kiss on the ear…and off he went and opened the can of peaches…I really thought this man was insane…as all I wanted now was to be fucked and here he was…wanting bloody peaches….He called across that I should go to the sofa..which I did…thinking I will be served my dessert…and over he came with the can…I started laughing and asked him if we were going to eat the peaches out the can with our fingers…to which he replied…You will see!!!! he sat down next to me…and lo and behold..he took out a peach with his fingers…and bit into it..and then he gave me the other half..his fingers lingered on my lips..and I began sucking on them…I just had to as no one wastes that delicious syrup…I wanted another slice of peach…but he put the can down on the coffee table…and push me back onto the sofa cushion…lifted my legs and spread them pulling up my dress and exposing my mound…my Venus…I heard him suck in his breathe…and asked if he were alright…as there was a red tinge creeping up his cheeks…he touched my lips…and I bucked..and apologized….as the feeling was…sensational….he then opened my pussy lips with his fingers…and started caressing…and I could feel and hear how wet I was…and he then bent down and kissed me there…played with my clit with his tongue…and reaching over he grabbed the can of peaches…and sat back up again…His face was all wet with my nectar…I laughed at him..saying…”You want to drink the nectar of the gods now?” ….but his eyes were all glazed…and the bulge…OMG…the bulge…..He pushed my legs further apart and then told me to close my eyes…which I did…but they shot open very quickly as there was a coldness…Steven was pouring the syrup into my pussy…my lips were wide open and it was running down to my back…into my crack…the sensation…Oh my fuckety fuck fuck fuck….that felt good…but even better…when he went down on me with his mouth…sucking and nibbling and I could hear his moans…but…mine were even louder…as between his fingers and his tongue and the nibbling…I did not know which way to turn…the tingling started and I lifted my back off the couch as I needed to blow…I was creaming myself now….and his tongue works became more desperate…his sucking more urgent….I yelled at him to fuck me…but he ignored my cries…I was tugging his hair…then holding my head…not knowing which way…and he lifted my legs and licked the rim of my arse hole…and then the tongue went in…he lifted me higher now…arse off the sofa…he had my legs over his shoulders and he tongue fucked my arse…..I was moaning so loudly now..slapping the side of his muscled arms…like a mad woman…he held me firmly …grabbing his hair…tears were streaming down my face…and this was with pleasure I have never ever felt….and…just like that…he dropped me…my bets10 güvenilir mi butt came crashing down on the sofa….and my eyes flew open and he was taking off his Chino’s…ahhhh no undies…and out it popped…the biggest cock I had ever seen…I looked at him…and said…”that is abnormal…that will never fit”…….”You gave birth didn’t you…”…..and I sat up…in line with his cock…and licked the pre-cum from the tip….the head was shiny…the eye winking at me…and I put my lips around it…I had to open very wide…and moved in slowly..him helping me as he moved back and forth..until his cock was wet from the saliva from my mouth…he pulled out and told me to sit on the arm of the sofa…and hold my head back…which I did…(I for a change was taking instructions)…he poured a bit of syrup into my mouth…and then climbing onto the sofa..he towered over me…his cock dangling in my face…and then lowering it into my mouth…I gagged…as the syrup ran down into my throat…I spluttered…and turned my head….to catch a breather…the cock kept on slapping my cheek, very cheekily.. and I so wanted it…and down he went again…my goodness…I wanted to gag as he had pushed it so deep into my throat…I could feel it at the back…I tried to twirl my tongue round his cock…but…it filled my mouth…I turned away again…and took his cock in my hand and started massaging it…moving it back and forward…and licking the sides…and cupping his balls in my hands…my buttons now had come undone on my dress and my tits were half hanging out my bra…I wanted his all….I popped one ball sac into my mouth and sucked so hard that he moaned and grabbed my hair and moved my head back and forth…his ball sacs were full…swollen…and I pushed my fingers into his arse hole…massaging his prostrate…feeling him twinge…and his leg muscle on the side of my face tense up…I knew that he was close to blowing his load…and I wanted that abnormal large cock in my pussy….He had this mad frenzied look on his face as he pushed me down on the sofa…and like a puppet he grabbed my legs..pulled them up over his shoulders…and impaled himself…the shock…the pain…the ecstasy…the tingling….and he moved faster and faster….my pussy now a river….both our moans rose to a scream as he drilled that pole deep deep into that wet valley….his ball sacs swinging and smacking my arse cheeks…my tits now free…and wobbling from side to side….I could feel him tense…and both of us together…spilled…never ever had I had such a load in me….like a fucking stallion….he spilt his seed in me…it running out on the side mixed with my delicious nectar…and syrup….he rubbed the semi erect cock on my rear glory hole…just at the entrance…and released some seed there too…and then…into my mouth…I sucked and licked and my dress now was clinging to me…with our pleasures…He took his cock and pressed it up between my massive sweaty tits…and moved it up and back again…me trying to catch the tip with my tongue…and I could see him get all hard again…when there was a knock at the door……We were silent…and then he pulled on his trousers and I made a sad attempt to fasten my buttons..it was my nosy 80 year old neighbor Mrs Brennan..she peeked in and said that she heard screaming and thought I was being attacked…she peered at me over her glasses and said…” fix your buttons and go and wash your face…” and with this she turned and walked away…I caught sight of myself in the mirror…and my face was all sweaty…and my lipstick was smeared on the side of my cheek….my hair was all over the place…and my dress in the front was damp…as if I had pissed on it…Steve came over to me licking his fingers…(he had his fingers in the pot)…not looking any better…but we both had this glow….we both felt good….satisfied….complete…and we then went onto the balcony and me leaning against him…we watched the sun set…the darkness taking over…Ahhhhh…I felt so at peace…the smell of the fresh grass still lingered…the strong scent of the blue hyacinth..the bluebells…but the best was…our smell…our smell of our sexual pleasure spent…and now basking in each others’ warmth….and stickiness…….ROUND TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAAA HAAAAA

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