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Tau was tall, and quite beautiful. She had just turned fifty, but her skin was smooth and clear, and she looked more than ten years younger. And she was smart, kind, and gentle. I cherished the few opportunities I had to speak with her when our paths crossed – we were both, nominally, in a group that walked together every Sunday, although neither of us showed up with any regularity.

I had had a crush on her since the first time I had met her. She’s about 5’9, and I think I was attracted to her height before I noticed how pretty she was; I guess I have a thing for the taller woman. It was bad; I sometimes had to avoid her and walk with others since I was worried I might get tongue-tied trying to talk to her. Occasionally, I was able to fall behind her and admire the view. The walking was working for her – she was perfectly formed, lean but shapely. I had never been caught staring, but I had spent many hours daydreaming about her. Mostly innocent thoughts, really; I hate to think of myself as one to selfishly debase such beauty. But sometimes, when the stars were just right and my resistance was low, my mind would slip into thoughts of the rawest carnality. Fortunately, this never happened when she was around; had she ever caught my eye while I was thinking those thoughts, I am sure my blush would have warmed up the city!

One Sunday morning, a film crew kept me from my usual parking place; the closest I could find was on the street Tau’s condo was on. I parked my car, and walked to our meeting place, hoping against hope to see her. I would really have enjoyed an extra few minutes of just being alone with her after we were done our walk.

I was in luck – she was there. I smiled at her, and made small talk with the other walkers as we went about our way. Down to the waterfront, along for a bit, and then back to our starting point along an inland street. As usual, we talked mostly of food. I don’t think anyone eats breakfast before coming out, or at least enough of it to get through the distance we did.

Afterwards, five of us went for coffee, including my crush. We chatted amiably together. We were something more than acquaintances and companions, but, aside from a few exceptions, we didn’t know each other well enough to be friends. I’ve always admired how easily women can bond. It’s something that comes to me only with time and difficulty, even with people I like. But once there, it is permanent; I am, I have been told, extraordinarily loyal to my friends.

As we finished our coffee, Tau stood up to leave.

“Let me walk with you – I parked right at the base of your street.”

She waited while I picked up my water belt and threw out my coffee cup. We said our good-byes and stepped out into the sunshine. I was in heaven.! “Aren’t I the lucky one to have such a handsome guy to walk with!”

I wondered if she was teasing me; I’m not particularly handsome, really, I’m just me. Fortunately, I have a stock answer.

“You are very kind to say so.”

I guess I was blushing, for real this time. She laughed.

“And I didn’t think you could get any cuter.”

I could feel my face heating up more blood rushed to it. I should have felt relieved, of course: there were certainly more embarrassing places yalova escort my blood could have rushed.

I shrugged.

“I should probably admit that I am really very shy about some things. I don’t run from compliments the way I used to, and I appreciate them, but unless they agree with how I see myself, I try to ignore them.”

She smiled.

“That’s fair enough, I suppose. I hope I’m not upsetting you. I don’t mean to tease, you know.”

“I know, and I am more than flattered to have such a beautiful woman say I am handsome.”

“Now you’re teasing me!”

“No, not at all. I have always thought you were beautiful…”

I let my voice drop a little to finish the sentence.

“Beautiful, tall, and very sexy.”

“I guess it’s my turn to blush.”

But she wasn’t. She was looking at me, appraisingly.

“Oh, look, there’s my car!”

She took my hand, and said “you don’t need to go home just yet, do you?”

“I suppose not, not just yet. What do you have in mind?”

“I want to hear more about how tall, beautiful, and sexy I am. Somewhere a little more private than a street corner.”

She led me to her building and ushered me inside. We were still holding hands, shyly and a little awkwardly on my part, more boldly on hers. We had never touched before, not even accidentally, and I felt I was in a dream which might end any moment. I was a little nervous, but happy and excited. We got off the elevator and walked down the hall to her suite. She opened the door and we went inside.

She went out to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of ice water. We both drank quickly; it had been hot out in the sun, and we’d walked quite some distance. The water was refreshing, and we drank a lot of it. I took the empty glasses out to the kitchen. As I returned to her front room, she swept up to me.

“You’re even more beautiful in person. To be honest, I find you a little intimidating, but you fascinate me. I never get sick of looking at you, and it is great to be able to see you up close and not just steal a rare, furtive, glimpse of your face.”

She laughed. I don’t think she fully believed me, but it was the honest truth. I felt very small on front of her, and was sure my voice would break if I were to talk much longer. She was standing with her face about eighteen inches from mine; not anywhere in my personal space, but near enough. I reached forward and caressed the side of her face with my hand. She had not expected that, but she didn’t flinch or pull back. I leaned forward and kissed her on the other cheek. Gently, as one might a goddess of inconsistent temperament.

She laughed again. “Be bold!” Had I thought that to myself, or had she encouraged me?

I stepped closer, and took her face in both hands, and held it. Her skin was wonderfully warm and smooth and soft. I tilted my head slightly, and she the other way, and I kissed her. We started with a slowly, gently, almost romantically. I didn’t want to go too far too fast, but I had to make sure she didn’t get bored; I knew she hadn’t brought me into her apartment to be a romantic little boy.

She received me warmly, even eagerly. Our lips, wet by now, rubbed gently together as our tongues met. I felt I could kiss this yalova escort bayan woman for a for long time. She knew how to make me feel confident and powerful. I could feel myself becoming hard as we kissed. I pulled back, for just a second.

“I love kissing you. I had no idea how exciting you would be!”

“You’re sweet. And a good kisser.”

That was my cue to tease her a little. The right words at the opportune time had opened many opportunities to me.

“Thank you. I’ve always loved using my tongue… talking, eating ice cream, kissing; it is so useful in so many ways.”

This was a little obvious, but we were both tired, and I felt she would forgive it and enjoy it. She laughed.

“Ummm. I can tell. Is there anything else you like kissing?”

I reached down to her waist and hooked my fingers under her shirt.

“Everything. Really. In fact, I was just thinking that it’s about time to move to a fresh pasture.”

“I’m probably a little sweaty after that walk.”

“And I didn’t think you could say anything to make me even more excited!”

She laughed, and I pulled her shirt off over her head. She was wearing a sports bra, but it was too early to take it off yet. Her neck and shoulders were as gorgeous as the rest of her, and her skin was perfect. I leaned in and kissed the lower part of her neck, just above the shoulder, and let my tongue swirl around on her skin for a moment.

“That feels nice.”

“I am enjoying it too. You know, if you let me finish what I’m starting, you won’t need to wash up after the walk!”

I was only half joking. She laughed her sweet laugh again.

“I have no doubt that’s true.”

I moved back in, going around behind her to nuzzle the back of her neck, then over to her other shoulder. The fresh smell and taste of her sweat was having a profound effect on me. I could barely control myself as I reached behind her and gently undid her bra. She raised her arms as I lifted it over her head and deposited it gently on the table. I caressed her, softly, trying to disguise my lust a while longer. I felt I was worshipping her beauty as I touched, kissed, and licked her.

“You’re over-dressed.”

I was, compared to her.

“We’ll have to fix that, won’t we.”

I stepped back, and she instantly attacked my clothing. I was naked in seconds, a little stunned at how quickly it had happened. Even my socks were off. There was now no hiding how excited I was.

“You really are enjoying this, aren’t you!”

I didn’t feel it necessary to say anything. I reached over and peeled her shorts and panties off in one smooth motion. As she stepped out of them, I removed her socks as well. We were both completely naked, smiling at each other. I moved forward and took her in my arms. We kissed passionately, both of us afire with lust. As we kissed, I let my hand drop to between her legs and gently rubbed her with my index and middle fingers. She was as wet as I was hard, and my touch did not seem to be calming her any.

She turned her head away from my kisses, and whispered.

“You’re making my head spin! I think I’d better lie down a bit.”

That sounded like a fine idea. And she was irresistible, not that I would have tried. I released my escort yalova grip on her upper body and took her hand again, and she led me to her inner sanctum. She lay back on the bed, supine and smiling. I lowered myself over her and we kissed again as I rubbed my neither-region against hers. I pulled back to look at her lovely face as I entered her. Her smile became even wider.


She didn’t need to say anything more, and I couldn’t add to it. We kissed again. I went slowly at first, paying as much attention to rubbing my body against her on the outside as to caressing her inside. This would be a full-body experience for both of us.

My thrusts were slow and rhythmic. It was a gentle pace to start with, a warm up. I would turn it into a sprint soon enough!

I pushed myself up again and looked at her. She was looking at me.

“You are so beautiful. I am the luckiest man alive.”

“So sweet. But don’t relax on me just yet!”

That was my cue. I moved more quickly, with longer strokes. I wouldn’t last as long this way, but I had an idea I thought would make her forgive me if I spent myself too soon.

She offered me some encouragement. It was mostly non-verbal, but what I could make out was surprisingly unprintable. It was exquisitely exciting to hear how much she was enjoying me.

I sped up even more. I could feel the pressure building up inside me; I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I moved my lips to her again, and she kissed me like a wild creature. She was a force of nature, a fire storm. No man could hold out for long facing this passion! My body shuddered as I lost my control, but I kept thrusting as long as I could.

She sighed contentedly.

“That was wonderful.”

“I’m not done with you yet.”

She looked at me quizzically, knowing there was no way I was ready for a repeat performance just yet. I smiled.

“Just give me a few seconds to reposition myself!”

I lifted myself up both my hands and knees and crawled backwards down her body until my head was even with her womanhood. Putting my hands under her thighs, I pushed her legs up so her knees were over her chest. She was completely exposed to me, and I took full advantage. I let my tongue dart over her. She was shining wet, but I knew I had contributed at least to that as much as she had. I had never done this before, and although I had always loved the idea, I thought that I should fully enjoy the new and interesting combinations of textures and flavours before going in for the kill. Knowing she would enjoy my every attention, I concentrated first on lapping up the wetness which surrounded her. I felt a quiver of pleased surprise as I started, and heard her whisper “Ohhhhh!”

I had her cleaned up in no time. Now it was time to really begin. I rubbed my tongue up and down between the folds of her mystery, then alternated between gently caressing her love bead with my lips and tongue and kissing her. She was delicious, and I could feel myself getting hard again.

I was prepared to be patient; I was enjoying myself almost as much as she was. She didn’t require much more coaxing from me, however. She gasped as ecstasy took her. I felt the earthquake within her as her legs relaxed back to their rightful position, momentarily pinning my shoulders and trapping me. I laughed as I extricated myself, and retook my position lying over her.

“Now I’m ready to go again.”

The smile on her face was all I needed to see.

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