flirty – Exploring Desires

You were hesitant about a new roommate but the simple fact was it was better to have two covering expenses. She was overly friendly, kind, caring to anything you needed. For months you slowly built trust and comfort with each other to become good friends. It didn’t matter if one of you had a bad day, the other jumped right in to help find a smile and laughter.

When your boyfriend was caught cheating she comforted you, pouring the wine and convincing you that all me were basically useless cocks with muscles. They were either lifting things or fucking things but she found out long ago she could do both herself. Bursts of laughter as the wine and friendship helped to numb your pain.

The next night although you were down she had you quickly in spirit with a nice dinner and drinks. She talked about how beautiful you were and how you would find someone when you were ready, as any good friend would. You realized after all these months she never dated anyone so you asked her about it. She just told you what she had the night before. “I never found a man worth my time, so I just take care of my own business.” Some giggling at the thought of self satisfaction and conversations leading to good toys to invest in. “If we keep drinking wine I may just show you.” More laughter, good wine, food, and as the night went on so did the toy conversation. So she invited you to her room and pulled open her nightstand.

Nothing too shocking, a bullet vib, glass rod, suction cup rubber cock. She waved that one in the air, for those extra steamy showers. Leaning on each other her eyes widened. You want to see my favorite one? Of course you did, as she went in the closet and rustled around. “Are you lost in there?” She seemed to be taking a long time “You dusting it off?” But your humorous tone went quiet as she stepped out of the closet wearing only a strap on. You covered your mouth as she boldly presented herself to you in the buff. “I told you I could take care of it all myself. Wanna try it?”

“You never said you were a lesbian.” you felt bad saying it only for her to rebut “I am bi and I have used this on girls and boys thank you very much.” Laughter erupting as she moved over to you. “Come with me.” She took your hand and led you back into the living room grabbing the wine as you watched her. “you gonna sit here with that on?” She sat down on the couch and smiled at you. “Undress for me.” giggles as you tip your glass back “come on, let me see that sexy little body of yours.” At this point you were feeling no pain as your shed your clothes and stood there swaying back and forth to show off a bit. “Very nice, now come here and lets have some fun.” She was serious and you were just lost in the moment of it. As you stepped over she leaned forward and put her mouth on your pussy.

The giggles stopped as you held her hair and watched her licking you wet. Her tongue was wicked in you and she didn’t blink when you came against her lips. She just pulled you over her and guided the fake cock to your damp folds and helped you ease down on it. You held on to her shoulders and rocked against her. Everything felt natural as you kissed her and let her fuck you slow. You have no idea how many times you came but you knew she had as well. She left a few teeth marks on your skin on the last one. You don’t remember much after she pulled out of you.

The next morning you woke in your bed and wondered if it was a dream, you reached down to feel the cream still damp on your pussy. You put on a robe and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. You had a slight headache but felt better than you had in days. “you can borrow any of that you like.” her voice sweet behind you as you turn away from the stove. “thanks I think I will invest in my own for sure, that shower thing sounds good.” Light humor to distill any uncomfortable thoughts. “maybe you wouldn’t mind at least borrowing the strap on sometime with me.” She walked over and kissed you as you finished cooking. “Of course I will.” You served her breakfast as you talked about your day ahead. There was no doubt in your mind you would both be exploring together often.

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When you went away for your freshman year of college I was both excited for you and sad for myself. A normal reaction for a father I am sure. Proud of the woman you were becoming mixed with fear of you being on your own. Being so beautiful I knew those horny frat guys would be all over you, but you were strong so I had to trust you would do the right thing.

Over the first few weeks of you being away I hardly slept, not just worry but the emptiness of the house. It has been just the two of us for so long, I forgotten how quiet and lonely this place was. I started going online and well, doing what single old men do. Playing games and surfing porn to keep my mind busy after work. I found myself addicted to sites like tumblr as they had such a wide variety of everything, and honestly opening my eyes to so many things I would never of imagined to be out there. I had to admit some things peeked my interests. The whole bondage thing, seeing a woman tied to a bed just wanting to be under someones control. Spanking? Jesus the things they use on a woman’s body, and they like this stuff? Oh some of it made my skin crawl too but weeks turned into months and I started to even re-post the things that really aroused me just so I could have them for “playful motivation” later.

You called me to tell me with work and school that coming home over the holiday’s would be impossible and although I understood it really sunk home how little I would see my babygirl again. I joked about keeping busy and although I never mentioned how, I knew you worried a bit. So we started to text more so you could keep an eye on me. Well more time passed by and I continued to keep myself occupied. I found I could write little comments on my posts and get some conversation out of it sometimes. Some were just little comments like “I love your page?” I have a page? what does that even mean. I would thank them and tried to post more. I had a young girl send me a picture of herself, I think they call them selfies but it didn’t have her head, just a, well just her body. Apparently I was not the only people out there aroused by things. She made a weird comment. “Thanks for getting me so hot daddy, here is something to get you hot too.”

She had a rocking little body so of course my mind and body responded to the silly notion a young girl would want an old man. Well let me tell you, after a few searches, they really do want older men. Then by accident really I found why the girl called me daddy in the message. Sort of a role play thing, a father figure thing, and kinky turn on. There was a whole world of created daddy erotica. How odd? That breaks every moral code I was raised in, yet something about it twisted my thoughts. I posted a few things about it and the responses were incredible.

Spring was here now and my mind was full of the idea that maybe you would come home for the summer although you would not commit to it. It drove me nuts to be honest. I missed you so much and well I had started having dreams about you but could not remember them when I woke. Natural I guess. What was not so natural was this fascination I had grown into about taboo themes. It seemed to help me *relieve stress* just as much as the whole bdsm thing did.

On your birthday I posted this happy bday post “to my daughter” without revealing any real information. I have no idea why but I just felt like something I should do. It was totally out of place on my page…oh I know what that is now. I flipped through other posts and shared a few that turned me on, then one him me hard. Just a teen girl sitting in a mans lap and he was touching her. I reflected to the days you use to hop into my lap on the couch when I was watching the game….I felt my cock get hard. Without trying I pictured you curled up in my lap and me touching you. My cock ached, just horny stuff I guess but I had never…….pictured you in that way. I was a bit freaked out by it but blew it off to your bday mixed with kinky porn clouding my mind.

But something was kindled in my mind, I started to dream more and actually remember more of what it was about. Yea I had not just gotten sucked into this kinky stuff to get off, no I craved it for real. Shit….I immediately stopped posting. It didn’t help. I didn’t even log in for several weeks but my mind still took me into daydreams of us. I had to shake this before you got home for the summer.

Well more time passed and although I had quit all the posting and watching, my dreams both day and night turned to forbidden desires. I was hopelessly screwed. I woke to some odd sound this morning. Something thumped in the early hours to jolt me from my dream. I could feel the heavy hard-on under my sleeping pants as I reached down and rubbed it. I looked at the clock it was a little past 6 am so I got out of bed to get in the shower. I presumed the noise that woke me was outside as I did not have any pets until I head the microwave. You were home? Not thinking I hurried down the steps and walked into the kitchen hoping to find you making breakfast. There you stood with a cup of hot tea, with only a pair of panties on.

I didn’t have words. I just looked at you. You smiled and set down the cup on the table. “Well aren’t you happy to see me?” I shook off the trance of your perfect body and moved over to hug you…awkwardly at first but you squeezed me tight. You could see and feel my confusion so you stepped back from our embrace. “So happy you are home…um…so…well…where are your things? your um clothes?” your beautiful laugh and smile followed then you just looked at me. “Daddy I missed you so much….thank you for the birthday message last month.” It took a minute, ok several minutes till I realized you had been reading my page. Then the oh shit look hit my face “Fuck baby I am sorry I can explain….I” You just handed me the tea. “Daddy its ok, I didn’t know it was you at first. I am on there too.” Then as my brain processed this real time nightmare as I looked at your body. The way your nipples puckered tight, The angle of your hips as you stood there. You had been the one who sent me the message…the picture…was you. Oh fuck I jerked off to that a dozen time. “Jesus was it…oh god.” I felt sick. You just walked over and touched my shoulder ..”Daddy its ok, that page was really hot and so I wanted to be something to make the writer hot. I didn’t know until months later when you wished me a happy birthday that is was YOUR page. I was so freaked out thinking about all the times I masturbated…” I stopped you “Oh baby I don’t need to know…I shouldn’t of…I mean…” You looked at me then being the strong bold woman you were you rubbed your hand over the thick erection still pressing in my sleeping pants.

“Daddy we are both adults, we both masturbate, and we obviously are turned on by the same things.” I felt you rub and I tried to process what was happening. You were so comfortable, so confident about it. But then so were most of your generation with your sexuality. “Just tell me one thing, when you got my picture did it make you hot?” I smiled and took a deep breath, “yea baby of course, your gorgeous and I am a single old man. If I had a woman like you I would never stop looking at you.” You hugged me tight and I could feel my hardness pressed to you just as much as your breasts were against my bare chest. You kissed my cheek “Drink your tea daddy I’m home now ok…..” So I did, somehow the awkwardness melted away and we stood there drinking and talking. Teasing a bit as we went on. “Did you cum?” I almost choked…coughing “Wha…what?” you burst out laughing. “Did you cum looking at my picture.” Well shit the gloves were already off anyhow…and the clothes mostly. “Often…” For the first time I saw you flinch since this conversation started. “God why does that make me so hot daddy? You cumming cause of me.” I just smirked back at you “Cause your a naughty girl that’s why!”

So will you tie me up later, spank me, and tell me I am your naughty girl?” We both knew very well that I would!

I had been working at the gym for years and just recently earned my certification to become a personal trainer. The first few that I took on I fumbled a bit with but quickly found my flow to it. This gym has a wide mix of clients and I slowly gained a few over the next few months. Lots of middle aged people trying to recapture their youth while reducing their blood pressure, some older retired trying to fend off their creaking joints. We get the young guns pumping to impress the strippers that are keeping their money making body tone and tight. We even have a few that are competitive lifters here.

Well most of my clients were in the middle to older age range, as they tend to be more concerned about doing as little as possible for the best healthy results. The younger members all use youtube or a friends advice on what to do for their bodies up until last month. One of the dancers from down the road was in and had a concern with a her back side. It looked pretty damn good to me but I understood what she was looking for so I helped her out. She immediately signed up to have me be her trainer. Over the next several weeks I started getting more and more requests for my time with her as well as her friends. I actually got so booked they started a waiting list. I have no idea why, I mean I know I am considered good looking and am fit but there are tons of guys and girls working here that had more experience? I wasn’t complaining just pumped that I was getting a large following here.

My little dancer friend was in today and we had gotten comfortable enough that we talked about life and work and even relationships sometimes. I mentioned how busy work had been and the list and she smiled wide. “Sorry that is my fault I have a tendency of talking about what I like.” Now I was flush a bit by that as she was gorgeous and in my own head a bit out of my league so I thanked her and helped her on her first set of the day. She said she was taking a second job so she could go to school and wished the gym was open earlier. Since I was one of the openers I offered if she wanted I would open up early a few days a week for her but I would have to show it as a training session. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a quick kiss. I am not sure what felt better those soft wet lips so light or her firm body pressed. Ok well she will tell you it was the pressing as when she pulled back she looked down at me.

I apologized for the obvious arousal that was always there just normally hidden in my loose work out pants. She bit her lip as she went back to her stretching “It’s ok, its kinda what I do.” we both laughed. We finished her work out and I told her I would see her in two days 5 am. She looked back over her shoulder at me when she left. Not sure why that stuck with me all day but it did. She was always flirty…it was her job right.

Well that morning came and she was waiting at the door for me when I arrived. We went in, I turned on the lights and she thanked me for the special attention. I have to admit, it was a bit selfish because I loved having her as a client. It was not just her beauty, it was just the way she moved, carried herself. “Hey…..you ok? Should we get started?” I shook off the daze I was in with a laugh and we got to work. It was an intense work out and I normally used the early mornings for myself so I worked out along side her for the first time. She honestly didn’t even need me anymore, she knew exactly what she needed to do but I had to charge her or they would not let me get away with having her in here early. Our first early workout was fantastic and we were both dripping with sweat when we were done. “You are going to need a shower before you open.” I agreed with my mind wandering again to inviting her to the shower with me, but I walked her to the door instead. She was just overly flirty cause she needed my access here, she had to have a million guys to choose from. I watched her walk to her car, I could see her looking at me as she drove off. a deep breath and a cold shower.

A few days later she was there again and as I turned on the lights and flipped on the background music she had slipped off some of her clothes. I came over to find her doing light curls and my jaw dropped. “Hope you don’t mind but my clothes were drenched last time.” Now I don’t know what kind of excuse that was nor did I care, fuck how could I possibly mind. “No…no of course, its just us in here so do what you want.” A lumpy swallow as I tried to remember what I was suppose to do next. I tried, I did I tried to workout with her but all I could focus on was that body moving in front of me and the raging hard on that was fighting the elastic in my shorts. Should I tip her when we were done my mental joking attempts to stop the pure sex thoughts. “I like when you watch me work out.” she broke my trance as she worked her legs open and closed on the spreader. Shit I was going to cum just looking at her and I was not working out at all I was literally just watching her putting on this……show.

“Sorry its hard not to watch you like this…” a nervous chuckle “….I um, damn you must be the most popular dancer in that club you work at.” she smiled and toweled off some sweat. “Just as popular as you are here I suppose. So do you bring your other clients in early or just me.” I had not even considered another. “No just you.” She stood up and walked over to me. “Why?” She was a few feet away as I sat on that workout bench with her breasts glistening so close to my face. I kept eye contact. “I don’t know, I just, well, you needed the early morning so I just…” She leaned down and kissed me. “I never thanked you.” My grin wide “ha um seriously its ok, no trouble, you are worth it.” I have no idea why that came out of my mouth but her eyes changed.

She immediately straddled my lap and lay her arms over my shoulders. “You are not very good at noticing a flirting girl….but I am worth it hmmm.” I never answered the rhetorical question as she ran her tongue across my lips and she pulled at my shirt. Her hips already grinding on my hardness through my shorts as she cast my tank to the floor. “You have an incredible body.” I had my hands on her lower back and ass as she moved slow. “God your beautiful.” again just blurted out but accepted well as she kissed me again, I could feel her hands moving down my strong chest and abs. Fingers in my shorts as she stood up hovering then moved down to slip them off as I sprung free. Eyes wide as she looked up at me and captured my manhood in her mouth. I grabbed ahold of the equipment as watched her suck me slow and deep. “fuck oh fuck god yes” her mouth was incredible as she reached between her own legs and rubbed her pussy.

Within minutes she was back on her feet and lowering herself onto me. Guiding my throbbing meat to her slick folds I entered her. She moaned and wrapped her body around me and rocked her hips against me. Her fingers moved into the back of my hair and pulled me to her breasts as she leaned back. I suckled and licked as her moans got louder. I was edging inside her as she came the first time, so warm, so wet, all I could do was swear and grasp at her tight body slick with sweat and juices. I stood up with her twisted around me still grinding on my cock and moved us to the wall and pressed her to it. I thrust deeper, harder as she clung to me. I felt her tighten and burst again on me as I drove my thickness up into her. “Cum in me, make me yours.” pressed to my ear as I erupted into her. I held her there pinned to the wall buried inside her, both of us breathing heavy. “Mmmm fuck that was the best workout yet, you can put me down now.” We both laughed as I slipped out of her with a groan and set her on the ground. She rubbed my cock a bit and kissed me again. “Come see me tonight.”

I had actually avoided it as I didn’t want to cross any lines with a client but I sure as fuck just blew that out of the water. “Yea of course I will, sure, then maybe we can fuck at your work.” I laughed as she just slipped on her clothes. She bounced over gave me a kiss and headed for the door. I started to follow as she looked back over her shoulder. “Oh we are absolutely fucking at my work tonight.” Walking out the front door. I locked up and watched her go to the car. No cold shower today, hot and steamy was the theme of the day now.

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Those dots – Play me a tango

We had been neighbors for years and when your husband ran off with a co-worker you were devastated. Feeling unwanted and cold wasn’t enough, the other women of our court constantly looking down on you. Being the single guy on the street I already felt a bit out of place. I was either used as an excuse by the husbands to get a night out with Michael (honey he is all by himself, someone needs to get him out to meet someone) would be the conversation or it was the housewives who wanted to play around. I avoided them like the plague but when their men went off to work they were looking for trouble.

I saw you pull in with groceries as I was just getting ready to mow. I turned it off and crossed the street to help you carry them in. You were so quiet now but seemed to brighten up with my help. You offered me some lemonade as I looked outside at my tangled yard, your eyes held waiting disappointment. “Yea sure that would be great” So we sat and found a bit of laughter as the afternoon went by. You asked if I minded a bit of bite with my lemonade and grabbed a bottle from the bar. We relaxed into the later part of the day with a warm buzz as I looked around your place. I made a comment about your record collection and you hopped up to put some on. You reached up and unbuttoned your dress as you started the player.

As you turned I could see the loneliness in your eyes……….so when you walked over to me I stood and took your hand. My other moved to the small of your back and we danced. I opened your lips gently with mine as you lay your hand on my chest. Our slow dance heated as you tilted your head to guide my kiss. We moved slow as my mouth explored your neckline down across your exposed chest. The gasp you made as I suckled your tender nipple made me hard, helped by your fingers tracing over my denim. You tugged and released what your body had been aching for as I removed your dress. We fumbled down the hallway to your bedroom and for the first time in years the coldness disappeared from the sheets. Wild passions bloomed as I took you like a man should. Your body stretched, reaching, grasping, moaning….mine hard, warm, strong, and hungry for you. Hours took us into the night as you lay filled and weeping against my chest. I held you as you pleaded for me to stay. I woke you the next morning with a loving kiss and squeeze while the new day sun called us. A new beginning.