Tim and Abbie 08: Thursday
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Posted:Aug 29, 2020 11:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 7:50 pm
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Tim wakes up Thursday morning, so rested, considering the few hours of sleep he had. Then his mind takes over and reminds him of what happened yesterday. He is a bit sore from all the physical labor he did but remembering last night with Abbie sends shudders through him.
He wants a sexual and loving relationship with Abbie. Both of them equals, well actually her leading him down this new undiscovered path they find themselves on. Now he is supposed be the one in control, be her ‘’ keep her in line? Was he up that? He is a bit uncomfortable with the ‘’ part but does realize Abbie feels she wants someone keep her on course. Maybe referring it as something else would work better?
He needs her guide him through these milky waters he is entering, but something stirs in him, realizing that he did want help steers her, make sure she stays on straight and narrow of this deviant path they are going down.
So with mixed feelings, he gets up and showers. As he does, he starts thinking about ‘the rules’ he would like set for Abbie. Suddenly as the water sprays over him, and he feels himself harden so quickly, he realizes that yes, Abbie’s desire for him keep her in line is exactly what he wants, keep her true only him, be his cherished girl.
A few minutes of jerking later, he lets the water continue run in the shower wash all the evidence of that away and goes dress. Tim is getting more and more disappointed in his wardrobe. Everything is somewhat dated and shabby. Maybe that will be his first rule for Abbie; she needs help him improve his look – for both of them.
He finishes dressing and heads out the door be at the bus stop at the appropriate time.
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Abbie wakes in the morning, still feeling a little sting on her ass, but it feels so warm and pleasant. She doesn’t remember when she slept so well. Tim did give her what she needed. He helped her release her demons at least for a while. She didn’t realize when imagining someone helping her this way, what a weight it would take off her.
She remembers back to last night and what all transpired and smiles as she does. Damn. Tim did her just as she required. Will he continue to monitor and deliver what is called for when she needs it? She thinks back to Monday night’s little excursion to the Wilde Peacock and wonders if she should confess that to Tim too?
She knows she has to be totally honest with him about everything now. And that sends a warm ripple through her body. No one, never, ever, showed her the concern for her wild side and want her to stop it like Tim did last night.
The spanks did hurt, but the rush that went through her knowing it was someone who totally and completely cared about her and wanted her to be good was so incredible. She wants a real relationship with Tim moving forward to intercourse and more, but that he can see this needy side of her too swells her heart.
She gets ready for work and hurries to the bus stop, afraid she might be late for ‘their bus.’ Abbie boards the bus and finds a seat for Tim to join her when he gets on.
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Her face shines with a big smile when Tim gets on and sees her. He comes and sits beside her, and she leans and whispers in his ear, “Thank you, , for last night. It was what I needed, and I am going try be good for you.”
Tim grins at Abbie’s comment and pats her knee. “Just so you try your best baby,” he whispers back, “Though I think we need replace the ‘’ part. I am not sure I like that image between us. I know how it relates you in some way, but perhaps we can find another way for you show your respect.”
Abbie is a little surprised how concise Tim is in his thought and wants. She can see it from his side now, and perhaps that is how they should work this new part of their lives. She whispers, “Okay, Sir, whatever you decide works for you, it will be that way.” Tim squeezes her hand in thanks.
Unspoken between them, they know this will be a conversation for this evening. Tim and Abbie change the conversation chatting about what was on their schedules for the day.
Up until this moment, Abbie didn’t know Tim had taken the day before off wor Tears almost form in her eyes, realizing her foolishness yesterday cost them an afternoon of fun together. Again, in a little girl's voice whimpers, “I am so sorry I messed things up so bad yesterday, Sir.”
Tim takes a handkerchief from his pocket and dries her eyes, so her makeup does not smear and then tells Abbie to blow as he holds it over her nose. That act of Tim caring for her sends shivers through Abbie’s body. She understands just how much Tim cares about her on all levels.
As they near Tim’s stop, he turns to Abbie and says, ”We will work on the rules tonight, but for now know, you need to every hours during the day let know you are okay and behaving. That will be rule number one.”
Abbie nods her head in agreement and squeezes his hand, letting him know she will do as told.
Tim heads off the bus and into work, as Abbie rides to her stop a couple later where she gets off.
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Tim's arrival at work has such a different reaction than what usually is the norm. The receptionist greets him warmly and asks how he enjoyed his day off. He stuttered over his reply as no one ever asks how his weekend was or anything like that.
At his desk in his cubical, colleagues come by asking the same thing, offering to get him some coffee, and showing him what they completed the day before, It was funny, things he has been waiting for others to finish for weeks, they now had for him to sign off on.
Even his manager stops by to let him know if he needs more time off to take it; he had more than enough time banked. What is going on? Why are they all being so friendly and helpful?
Tim tells a couple of people that he spent yesterday scheduling for people to do long overdue work on his house, which fueled the gossip flames which soon spread like wildfire. Wondering why he could possibly want to do that. The forerunner reason why is that Tim has gotten a job somewhere else and getting ready to sell his home.
Yes, once the rumor flame is lite, it takes off on a burning pathway of its own.
Tim didn’t catch on to any of the rumors stirring, but he is a bit curious why everyone is acting so solicits to him. He gets on with his morning but did have his phone out on his desk to catch when Abbie texts.
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Abbie gets to her work and begins her day. But before starting, she takes out her phone and puts in events to her calendar. One for -thirty when she is settled at work; one at eleven before considering lunch; at o’clock; and again at four say when she would be leaving wor She put repeat the event chime every day with no end date with the first alert at five minutes before, and the second at the time of the event.
‘There,’ Abbie thinks, ‘that should remind me Tim when he commanded .’ Tim telling her on the bus that he is working on rules for her follow gets her throbbing. He is willing fill that role when needed gives her a warm feeling of protection.
Her phone alerts her at -thirty, and Abbie sends her first message, “Tim, how is your morning going? I am a bit busy catching up from being gone yesterday. I miss you.”
Tim hears his phone bing with a coming in and lifts it read the message. A warm glow spreads over him when he sees that Abbie is doing as she was told. And even saying she misses him. He replies he is busy too for the same reason but is missing his Abbie girl also.
Abbie getting this reply feels herself getting a bit stiff in longing for Tim.
At eleven, when she messages, Abbie is trying to control her longing for Tim, but gives in and asks if he would like to meet for lunch. Tears start to form in her eyes when she sees his reply saying as much as he would like to, he is too busy catching up still to do so. Abbie dabs her eyes and tells herself to stop being so silly.
But then she leans back in her chair for a few minutes, closes her eyes, and remembers being over Tim’s lap last night and how sensual it was when he spanked her. It had hurt how it should. But the feeling of all her cares and woes wash off her with her tears as she was spanked was such an incredible relief.
She wants to be good, so Tim does not have to take that step again but is glad knowing he will take that role when needed. And then Abbie remembers Tim telling her that they would work on the rules for her tonight and she felt her clitty throb at that thought.
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The truth about Tim not having lunch with Abbie, as much as he would have liked to, is that he needs his lunchtime to research this adult discipline thing and see what is suggested for rules for Abbie to abide by.
Tim searches several sites, jots down some of the recommendations. He did also search the baby girl/ rules see what they suggest. Those sites were more for a couple in that type of relationship 24/7, with real limits placed on the baby. But in time, he gets the feel of what should be the rules, so they only go that place between them when true misdemeanors or worse have occurred.
When he finishes about an hour later, Tim does have a good starting place for rules for Abbie based on what she told him she craves help with last night. He does like that his first rule is she is to keep in contact with him throughout the day. That will help him feel more confident that Abbie does want something between them.
Which leads him to imagine where things might lead to this evening. Every time they seem to move forward some, something seems to put up a barrier for a day or so before they were able to take a step forward.
Since in the bubble bath with the soft cloth, Tim has imagined Abbie’s lips and tongue on his cock, sucking him. He only had that done a couple of times in his life, and both were rather quickly over. Since Saturday night, when Abbie had just pressed her lips against his glans for a second, and Tuesday night when Abbie licked their mingled juices, Tim has wanted to feel her lips on him more.
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Another short message came in from Abbie at o’clock, and then one at four saying she is winding down work for the day so catch their bus, the four-thirty bus, home. In that message, she does ask hesitantly if Tim would like come over her apartment from work?
Tim would love nothing better, but he knows he needs stop at his house to see how the first day of workers is going. He sends Abbie a message that he does want to see her that evening, but it would not be until about six when he could come over.
Abbie is disappointed, to say the least, and wonders what Tim has to do that he can’t just come over right from wor She tries hide her regret as she replies she will look forward seeing him then.
Abbie catches the bus home and is thrilled see Tim get on at his stop. He comes to sit by her giving her a chaste kiss on the chee Damn, Abbie wants full-throat him with a kiss for him know how much she wants him.
As the ride goes on, Tim hands Abbie a printed page of something saying, “Abbie, this is the start of the list of rules I have come up with. I want you when you get home copy them out five times on lined paper in your best handwriting. Think about each what it means as you do. When I get there around six, I expect you have them done, and you ready talk about any you would like modify.”
Abbie gasps a bit at how much Tim is embracing this role for her. How could she be so lucky? She just nods her head and says quietly so only he can hear, “Yes, Sir, I will do what you are asking.”
“Good girl and I will bring a pizza and some wine for us have dinner and celebrate if you have completed your tasks as you should,” Tim says, hugging her shoulder before he rises get off at his stop.
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Tim hats to leave Abbie for an hour or . He would have so loved just hurry her flat. They both undress and begin pleasure each other again. But he does need check on the work going on in his house.
Walking up it, he sees all the boxes of donations are gone. Someone had been there scraping the paint off the trim of his house. Going inside, he sees all of the first and second floors have been sanded, waiting be varnished. The kitchen surprises him the most. Nothing is there but the framed room. They had been able demolish the , enlarge the entrance the dining room, and it looks like they are getting ready put down new tile and move forward.
This is a good start, but he knows as more things come light, which needs be dealt with, the project will have an extended timetable. He calls Les see if any issues had come up during the day, but she assures him that everything is going great.
He goes upstairs change and confronts the door what was his mother’s bedroom, the big bedroom of the house looking out on the street. He had not gone in there since she died, and he knows he needs clean out her clothes, and more so, redo the room for him and Abbie if that happens. His sparse bedroom would never do.
He will tackle that this weekend and have the painters in there too. More things for him to order, he knows the room is large enough for a king-size bed, and that is what he wants for his princess.
He looks at the time and hurries to his bedroom to change into shorts and a polo shirt, to get over to Abbie’s. He calls and orders a pizza to pick up on the way, and the wine is available in the store right next to the pizza shop. He texts Abbie that he will be there in about thirty or forty minutes and head out.
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Abbie had been spending the last hour or so copying out the rules five times. Each time she wrote one of them, she felt a tingle go up and down her spine, knowing this was so what she wanted someone to do for her.
There were twelve rules in all.
Number 1: Abigail will text or call Mr. Hudson (referred to as Sir in following rules) every day if they are not together at 9:30 am, :00 am, 2:00 pm, 4:00 pm, 6:00 pm, 8:00 pm, and when going bed.
Number 2: Abigail will ask permission go out on her own, and accept Sir’s decision if he tells her no.
Number 3: If Abigail does something that she realizes she shouldn’t have done, Abigail must tell Sir immediately, and accept the consequences of her action. If Abigail hides what she did, Sir will, in time, find out, and the discipline will be much more.
Number 4: Abigail will dress properly for whatever the occasion. If her outfit is deemed too revealing, she will accept the consequences.
Number 5: Abigail will behave at all times like a proper young lady.
Number 6: Abigail will not flirt with others. Or allow them to touch her in any improper way.
Number 7: Abigail will show Sir proper respect and accept his judgment about things.
Number 8: Abigail will trust, obey, and be loyal and honest to Sir as he will be to Abigail. Abigail and Sir’s relationship should be the number one thing. Show that it is essential to Abigail through her actions and words. Do not do anything to make Sir question this.
Number 9: Abigail will accept any disciplinary actions Sir feels she needs without argument or resistance. When being punished, she will be called Abigail, and she will refer to Tim as either Sir or Mr. Hudson.
Number : Abigail will answer her phone or texts from Sir promptly. Work issues may require a short period between receiving and replying, but all other times Abigail will respond immediately.
Number : Abigail will keep Sir informed of where she is and what she is doing at all times, if not where she should be at any time.
Number : Abigail will comply with all these rules without argument. Rules can be changed or added if deemed needed by Sir
After Abbie finishes her first copy of the rules, she feels an excitement building in her. First, that Tim has created a discipline name for her (she has never been anything except Abbie since her transformation). She likes the idea and wonders if she should have a middle name so Tim could say, ‘Abigail Elizabeth Adams, you have overstepped the line,’ and she would know she is in trouble. Abbie decides she will mention that Tim.
And her calling Tim ‘Sir’ or ‘Mr. Hudson,’ yes, that sends tingles through her also thinking about it. She agrees with all the rules he has made so far. It is all the things she does want be accountable for.
Though she wonders about the rule of how she dresses. Does Tim not like what she wears? Though Abbie does, by the time she is on her third copy of the rules start comprehend what he means, and blushes some realizing she probably is too promiscuous in many of the outfits she wears.
‘I wonder if Tim would like me to help him improve his wardrobe too?’ Abbie wonders. Then her phone bings a message, and Abbie pulls herself out of the tangent. Abbie sees the message is from Tim about being on his way and looks at the cloc She still has more copies make, and she does want change her clothes. It is already twenty minutes six.
She is finishing the last copies, which are not her best penmanship, but legible and hurries change. She is just slipping a casual dress on when she hears the buzzer from the front door. Abbie is not wearing stockings, only panties and bra, and bare feet.
She hurries to answer, and just hearing Tim’s voice right now sends trembles through her body. She replies in a whisper of a voice, “Yes, Mr. Hudson, I am waiting for you, Sir.”
Tim’s hands full when he enters just gives Abbie a quick kiss and moves to put his offerings on the coffee table. He turns and tells Abbie, come here, I want a real welcome now. Closing the door and coming to stand before him, Abbie throws her hands around his neck and kisses him deeply and fully. It is more than minutes before they pull apart.
Tim laughs and says, “Hum, maybe I should add a rule. That Abigail always shows her affection Sir when they first come together after apart.” Abbie giggles in response.
“Mr. Hudson, I love how you refer to each of us in the rules. It makes it all so official. I wouldn’t mind at all that rule is added.” Then shyly, she tells him her suggestion on what he would call her first when she is going to be punished.
Tim laughs and says. “Abbie, yes, ‘Abigail Elizabeth Adams’ would work fine for her to know she is in trouble. Or even just Abigail Elizabeth when out in public.” She hugs him, telling him how much that would mean.
Tim tells her they will talk about the rules after they eat, for her to get glasses and plates while he opens the wine.
Sitting side by side, as close as they can, on the couch, they eat and just chat about their days. Abbie grumbles some about some of her employees that annoy her with their work habits. Tim listens as she describes some of their ‘crimes’ and realizes maybe Abbie is overblowing their incompetence. He wonders if that area of things in Abigail Elizabeth’s life should be checked out.
A flush comes over Tim as he realizes how much care and guidance he is undertaking. But knows in the end, it will all be to both their advantage. They finish eating just chatting about things they like, comparing, and getting to know each other much more.
When everything is cleaned up, and their wine glasses refilled, they turn to the big issue at hand, the rules. Tim tells Abbie, “I had you make five copies for reasons. First, copying them numerous times helps you memorize what will be expected. And second, because from what I have read today, for your benefit, this should be a contract between us, so it is clear we both agree to these terms.”
“We will each keep copies, one have regularly visible at home remember what we have agreed . The other put someplace in our offices for the same reason. The fifth copy I would like put in a sealed envelope which we give Leslie hold. She would never open it, but it would be a reminder both of us we have this binding agreement.”
Abbie feels her clitty trembling, thinking about this. Yes, this is precisely what she wants make her feel accountable. The idea of Tim researching this, him compiling these options and rules does thrill her. She tells Tim, “Yes, I like that idea a lot. But can we add your last rule about greeting each other too?”
Tim laughs and replies that yes, they could add that. He would be all for it. Though perhaps not that expressive when out in public. Now Abbie blushes agreeing that might be a bit much for others to observe.
She then asks Tim, “How would you like sign? Abigail Elizabeth or Abbie. Abigail Elizabeth is not my legal name.”
Tim is excited that Abbie is so serious about this contract and suggests, “Maybe sign it Abbie (Abigail Elizabeth) Adams?”
Abbie likes that, so first, she takes one copy and as Tim dictates Abbie adds an addendum:
Rule 13: Abigail will always show her affection Sir when they first come together after apart.
She then copies it on the other four sheets. Solemnly Abbie begins signing each copy and dating it. She hands Tim the pen, and he does the same. She gets an envelope for Tim to put one copy in and then takes her copies, putting one in her briefcase for work, and tapes the other beside her mirror on her makeup table. “That way, I will see it each time I get ready,” Abbie tells Tim.
Tim replies, “You know, keeping the work copies in our briefcases might be the best place remind us.” Abbie agrees and kisses him gratefully. Tim’s copies are put by the door take with him. It was now time they turn something more important them both.
They start making out on the couch, removing pieces of clothing as they continue. Tim takes Abbie nipples in his mouth and runs his tongue around her areola and sucking on them to make them harden.
Abbie’s hand is firmly squeezing Tim’s shaft, enjoying feeling it grow between her fingers. She does think, ‘Tim is rather well endowed, I can’t wait to feel him in . I hope I can handle it.’
After about twenty minutes of groping on the couch, them both fully naked, Abbie stands and takes Tim’s hand as asks, “Would you like continue this in my bedroom?”
Tim readily agrees, and Abbie helps him stand. His cock if full out in front of him, making Abbie giggle. She takes hold of his prick and leads him her bedroom. It is dimly lit, and the bed looks soft and comfortable.
Last night when Tim put Abbie bed, he really hadn’t looked around the room so involved with what was happening then. Now he looks around as they both lay down facing each other. They kiss again long and deep.
Then Abbie moves Tim, so he is on his back, and she sits on his knees. He can see her big clitty at full attention too. She moves down some and bends her head over his coc First, kissing it softly on its head like she did Saturday night. Then Abbie runs her tongue up and down his slit and around and around his glans.
A little precum escapes in Tim’s excitement of what is now happening.
Abbie takes it very slow and often stops and asks if Tim likes what she is doing or is it uncomfortable for him. Each time he responses with more and more of a croaked voice saying it was terrific.
Abbie spends a good while concentration on his glans as her fingers caress and pump his balls. Then she begins running her tongue up and down his shaft and then starting at the base running her tongue around his shaft, moving just a smidgen higher with each orbit. When Abbie reaches the glans, she sucks on it for a few minutes before circling his shaft back down again. This time, adding tiny nibbles as she goes.
Tim just lays back moaning as she administers this pleasure to him. All he can do is stroke her hair as he is incapable of doing any more as Tim enjoys the best oral sex he ever could imagine.
When Abbie reaches the bottom of Tim’s shaft, she moves down farther and takes one ball after the other into her mouth and sucks them to hard walnuts. Tim feels his sperm rising in him. He can’t believe this feeling.
Then she goes back up to his glans and starts sucking on it, taking more and more of his shaft in her mouth. The feeling of the warm moisture of her mouth sets him on fire. But then she sprays lighter fluid on the flame as she helps him roll to his side facing her. After seeing Abbie stick her fingers in her mouth, wetting them, Tim feels her slide them down his back to run up and down his crack, landing on his asshole.
She circles and circles before he feels her pressing one finger up in him past his sphincter, which relaxes so easily from her touch. Probably from how hard he is panting from the attention being spent at his front and his back now. When Abbie presses a second finger into him, and they find his prostate to pump against the fire explodes.
He is panting so hard, trying not to cum yet as this feels so wonderful, but knows he can’t hold bac Tim moans, “Abbie, I am about cum.” Warning her move bac But she doesn’t. Instead, she takes more of him into her mouth. His cock is pressing at the back of her throat when he cums.
She gulps and swallows almost all of it, leaving just dribbles on her lips. Tim tastes his cum as she lifts and kisses him circling her tongue around his mouth. He does the same in her mouth, realizing that he is kissing where his prick just was moments ago. That sends an after a rush through him.
Abbie cuddles up next to him, and Tim realizes how nicely she fits in his arms and resting beside him. Abbie’s still hard clit is rubbing against his stomach right now, so Tim reaches down and takes it into his had to start to stroke how she likes.
After a few minutes of such action it is Abbie turn to begin to moan, Tim licks his fingers and very tentatively starts to run his fingers up and down Abbie’s crac Slowly moving circle her rosebud. Abbie, feeling this, moans harder with delight. This encourages Tim, and he hesitantly begins press his index finger up in Abbie.
Abbie whimpers out, “Yes.” So Tim continues until his finger is in up his second knuckle. Abbie whimpers again, “More, please, oh, please.” In response, Tim pulls back and presses his middle finger with his index up in deeper. Then remembering what Abbie had just done him, his fingers search around and find where press massage Abbie’s prostate.
Abbie is beyond glee. She cries out and can feel her juices stirring about gush out of her. She clings tightly Tim’s neck, kissing him deep and constant as she does cum in long spurts on Tim’s stomach.
Abbie pulls away enough and slides down and starts licking Tim’s stomach clean, then coming up to kiss him again so he can taste her cum too.
Oh, what a night. Both exhausted now, and so content, they cuddle under the sheets and comforter. Abbie’s back to Tim’s stomach, his cock between her thighs, rubbing against Abbie’s clit. He is holding her gently as they fall into a deep sleep for the first time together.
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Tim and Abbie 07: What follows
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Posted:Aug 28, 2020 11:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 7:50 pm
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“Abbie, what is wrong? What has upset you? Tell me what I can do make right,” Tim begs of her.
Abbie finally calms herself enough gasp out, “Take me home, Tim, I will explain .”
Tim, with his arm around her, holding Abbie tight against him as he carries her laptop case on his other arm, they make their way down the blocks from the train station to Abbie’s flat. Once , Tim takes Abbie the couch and actually sets her on his knees as he strokes her back and tells her whatever is the matter he will try help her as much as he can.
Tears are in his eyes, knowing that he hates think of his Abbie being distressed in any way. takes him back Saturday night, and he does not ever want Abbie be hurt that way ever again.
Finally, Abbie calms herself enough start try explain, “Tim, I am going ask something rather odd for you do. And tell me no if you feel uncomfortable about . But is something I need in my life. I make silly decisions about things without thinking it through too, too, much. I need someone to take care of me and help discipline me to understand not to do such things.”
“During my last year in college in the US, I did have someone helped me that way for a short period. But then coming the UK, I have let myself run wild, I guess you could say,” Abbie went on.
“I need an authority figure take care of me, pamper me when I am good, but punish me when I go over the line,” Abbie said softly as she looks Tim in the eyes with little doe eyes of her own.
“What do you mean Abbie?” Tim questions her, “What could you ever do that would be wrong; me, you are perfect.”
“Tim, let me finish what I am asking from you, and then I will tell you how bad I have been,” Abbie says. “I have come realize that I need a take care of his little girl when she is bad and misbehaves. And shower her with attention when she has been his angel. Not all the time. But know when that side of things is needed keep me on the straight and narrow.”
“I want this work with us so much, I need you take a firm hand with me, so I don’t screw it up,” Abbie goes on.
“In what way do you mean, Abbie?” Tim, a little confused, asks.
“When I am bad, you need give me a good spanking or other forms of punishment as you deem needed. And pamper and dress me and get me ready at times show I am underneath your angel girl,” Abbie explains.
“ spank you? Oh, I can’t imagine you would ever do anything warrant such punishment,” Tim replies, now wondering what happened today to bring this on.
“Tim, is a side of me that needs that. I can act all professional and suave on the outside, but inside I do have some insecurities, which makes me do things I shouldn’t. That is when I need you be firm with me and not let me get away with anything,” Abbie confessed.
“Baby, what possibly could you have done wrong today that you need a spanking for?” Tim asks, not realizing he called her baby, causing a rush to flow through Abbie’s veins, hearing him call her that.
In a small voice, with her head hung down, Abbie says, “, I have been a bad girl today. Instead of getting the train home at three as I planned, I let some of my old friends talk me into going out for drinks.”
“Well, baby, that can happen,” Tim tells her, holding her tight on his lap.
“No, , I did not even you tell you I was going ... well, actually ask your permission do so,” Abbie whimpers.
Now Tim suddenly, fully realizes what Abbie is asking of him. He is be her total caregiver and lover. She wants him to set boundaries for her, and if she crosses them, then she must deal with the consequences that brings. Tim could never really be considered an authority figure, and his mother never spanked him, but he sees his Abbie, in his arms, shivers, it is something that she somehow needs.
To have Abbie confident enough in him to be fair and firm in his control over her. And hearing Abbie him ‘’ does warm his heart and helps him comprehend this is something Abbie needs, longs for, and should be acknowledged.
“Baby, tell me what you did wrong today, besides going out to have drinks without asking permission. I can tell is more this,” Tim says suddenly in a firm voice.
Abbie feels her big clitty start tremble, appreciating Tim is without saying, agreeing this role for her. And sitting on his lap as she is right now, she can feel Tim stirring also.
“, besides me staying too late, not texting you, and I know I probably worried you not doing so; was this guy I played with a few times when I lived in London,” Abbie now falters in her words. Tim imagines the worst as he rubs up and down Abbie’s spin trying calm her.
“I’m sorry , I didn’t stop him at first when he started to rub up and down my thigh. was a while feeling and enjoying that until I snapped out of . I told him to stop as was someone I cared about, and what he was doing was wrong. was then that I hurried the station get the next train, and texted you,” Abbie winds down her confession.
“Well, baby, seems you did stop before anything really happened, but have put yourself in such a position, and as you say, not asking permission stay later , I guess maybe you do need a paddling tonight,” Tim tells her holding her chin, so she is looking him in the eye. “We will deal with the spanking tonight, and tomorrow we will make some rules for you to follow so you will be my good girl.”
Abbie’s adrenaline is now on high gear. ‘Oh my, Tim actually agrees to do this with me.’ Abbie is in seventh heaven. She now knows Tim really, really, must care for her to agree to this. And it is what Abbie has been longing to have for so long. Someone does care about, dare she think, loves her enough, want help her be good and faithful.
Abbie, again in a small girlish voice, say, “Yes, . Should I lay over your knees now?”
Tim almost explodes himself hearing Abbie say this, and gruffly replies as he can’t really find his voice, “Yes, baby, I think you better.”
Abbie drapes herself over Tim’s knees, and he lifts her skirt up the middle of her back. Then lowers her panties as Abbie raises herself enough for them be pulled down her knees. In doing so, her rock-hard cock is in between Tim’s thighs, rubbing against his also hard cock through his pants.
Tim just rubs Abbie’s ass cheeks over and over, trying decide how he should do this. After a few minutes of this Abbie feels precum dripping from her in anticipation, Tim raises his arm and brings his hand down firmly on her right cheek with a resounding SPANK. He lifts his hand again and does the same her left cheek, SPANK.
Abbie jumps in response the sting she is feeling. Oh, but feels so good. is what she needs for being a bad girl today.
Tim paces his spanks back and forth over Abbie’s cheeks and thighs as she begins to squirm and cry out. He holds her firmly in place and continues over and over to reign down swats on her ass. Tears are now flowing continuously from Abbie’s eyes as she starts to cry out how sorry she was.
Tim seems just to know what is expected of him now. He says, “Abbie, why are you being spanked?”
Abbie, rejoicing in Tim’s understanding of all this, through her sobs replies, “Because I made a bad decision today.” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK. “And I did not ask permission from you to go out with my friends.” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK. “And I let that man touch me a while before I stopped him.”
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK.
“So, what are you going to do in the future, baby?” Tim prompts Abbie, between more spanks and swats to her cheeks, now a lovely rose color.
“I, sob, will, sob, ask, sob, ’s, sob, permission, before, sob sob, doing something like that again,” Abbie replies.
“And if says no, what will you do?” Tim quizzes Abbie as he continues spank back and forth over her reddening cheeks.
“I will do as tells me do,” Abbie sobs out.
“And what about others besides me, touching you?” Tim presses her, understanding that is the main reason he is spanking her. And his swats become a bit harder to help her comprehend this.
“I will not, sob, sob, sob, let anyone, sob, touch me in any way that they shouldn’t,” Abbie promises.
Now Tim feels unsure if he has spanked Abbie enough, well as much as she wants for punishment, so asks her, “Does my little girl think she has had enough of a spanking?”
Abbie cries, “I do, but that is your decision as my when you think I have been punished enough,”
With that, Tim continues spanking her for a minute or two more. Then lifts her and hold her on his lap, comforting Abbie as her crying die down. “Now tonight, as it is getting late, I will not make you, but if has spank you again, you will also have a timeout in the corner,” he tells her with parental authority.
Abbie sniffles and nods her head. Tim carries her her bedroom. stands her in front of him as he sits on the bed and begins undress her. Tim was taking his time. When she is now naked, he pulls back the cover and tells Abbie lay on her tummy on the bed. She does what she is told meekly.
Tim goes to her bathroom and after a quick search return with a tube of lotion which he squirts on her burning ass cheeks and softly, slowly, gently rubs it in. Once he finishes, he tells Abbie to roll over, and he pulls the covers up over her. Her face is tear-stained, but Tim sees such a soft, contented on her face. He kisses her forehead and tells her go sleep. He will see her tomorrow on the bus going to work.
“And Abbie, tomorrow night, I think we will spend some time writing down the rules you are to follow,” Tim tells her.
Abbie reaches her arms up and hugs his neck, “Thank you, , you are just what I need, and I will try be your good girl and accept all the rules you decide on.” Tim kisses her forehead once more, turns out her light, but leaves her bedroom door somewhat ajar and a light on in the living room as he goes.
Walking home, he muddles over everything which just happened. His feeling about accepting this role for Abbie. What rules he should put in place for her. He now knows that Abbie is genuinely committed wanting something develop between them. She wants him be the authority figure in their relationship, at least for now, and blushing a little, realizing he does enjoy the role she has asked him .
is approaching midnight, but Tim sees Leslie’s lights on when he approaches their houses. Trying wrap his head around this new facet of what his relationship with Abbie will be, he knocks on Leslie’s door calling out that it is him.
Les answers the door, and Tim asks if he could talk with her about something for a few minutes. She invites him inside and goes and grabs a couple of ales for them as she had a feeling he might need one. Tim tells her he had just come from Abbie’s. ‘I wonder what is up now?’ she thinks as she opens the bottles.
Tim is hesitant start, but he manages outline what happened with Abbie and him this evening and Abbie’s request for going forward. A sheepish grin forms on Les’ face as she remembers a time from her past.
“Well, Tim, be honest, this does not surprise me about Abbie. I could tell from meeting her and hearing her brief history that Abbie probably has made some wrong choices, well rather ones she would have been better not making in the past. sounds like she really does want this work between you and is asking for structure and discipline if needed conform ,” Les begins.
“ does depend on how far she wants take this, but does not sound like is something she wants 24/7. Rather for you help set some boundaries for her and act accordingly when she breaks the rules,” Leslie goes on. “ be honest, years and years ago, I was in a similar type of relationship for a couple of years.”
Leslie reminisces for a while:
I was a bit younger than you were at the time. I met this wild, exotic, and erotic woman, and we off. She liked being the feminine one me being the dominant one. But she had a tendency at the start of our relationship still run a little rampant, shall we say.
I confronted her about this saying I wanted someone faithful me when in a relationship and not have worry about what might happen when she would make bad choices. That conversation led crying on her part, flinging her arms around me sobbing in my neck, saying, ‘, I want be your good girl. You make the rules, and I will follow them, if I don’t you do what you tell me do, I want you do what you think is needed keep your baby girl being good.’
Hearing such a request for the first time, I was taken aback for a moment. Oh, I knew of these types of relationships where one party wants feel they are still little, and their partner is their ‘’ or ‘’ will set limits for them and punish them when they misbehave.
Once she calmed enough for us talk, we outlined parameters for her follow along with the consequences of disobedience. She did ask that start, we had a set time once a week when I would spank her for ‘maintenance’ she called . As a reminder her not sway from the straight path. During and after those times, usually two or three hours in all, she would me , and after her spanking and corner time, I would hold and rock her make her feel she was safe and secure.
actually added our relationship. She toned down how she dressed, stopped flirting all the time with anyone around her, and became more stable in her life. To be honest, being the one responsible for her, and even the discipling became to be arousing for me as it was to her. She would often begin to cum when being spanked, especially if I helped her along a little. And after her punishment, she would make sure I came too.
That relationship flourished, and I wonder how long it would have lasted if she hadn’t got a position in Scotland after two years. Boy, I haven’t thought of her in years.
About nine months after she transferred, she sent me a letter saying she thought she had found someone to take care of her as I had. She asked me to write to her ‘new ’ telling her the rules we had set together and how best to discipline her when needed. I chuckled over that and did respond, wishing them both the best.
Maybe fifteen years ago, I did happen to see her and her at a conference. We had a drink together, and I could see how a few years of proper obedience had changed her. She was softer, more girlish in her manner and dress, and did repeated for permission from her partner for much of what she did.
“So Tim, you do need be sure you want take on this role for Abbie. I think adding this between Abbie and you would be good for you. But study up on , make a set of rules start with for Abbie. They can be added or altered the longer you keep this as part of your relationship together. about different ways, besides just a spanking, use for misbehavior,” Les concluded as she wrote down some terms on paper for Tim research find ideas and better information about this.
As Les walked Tim the door, she confessed, “Actually, Tim, spanking my little girl was delightful. Feeling her lay across my lap, raising her dress, taking her panties down, and feeling her privates rubbing against my bare legs as I spanked her. Then checking her as seeing how wet and aroused she was getting and fingering her made me drip too.”
Tim tells Les, “I did get hard doing it when I felt Abbie growing between my legs. And the nice sense of being in charge, at her request. I do have to research this more if it is going to be part of we are together.”
Going to his house, surprised was almost one already, Tim thinks, ‘Tomorrow when I have a little time, I am going to have to read up a bit on these types of relationships and what limits I should invoke,’
In bed, Tim thinks about it a bit more, remembering how it felt having Abbie over his knee, spanking her lovely ass he feels himself hardening once again. He reaches beneath the covers and begins to wank himself. When Tim begins reaching the point where he feels he needs to spank his cock, he smiles some, realizing where he got the skill to spank Abbie’s lovely ass. That spurs him on, and he cums in seconds.
‘Next time, perhaps I should hold on to Abbie’s big clitty when I spank her,’ Tim thinks as he nods off.
(And next door, Les was servicing herself also, remembering spanking her baby girl from so long ago).
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Tim and Abbie 06: Wednesday
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Posted:Aug 27, 2020 10:42 am
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Abbie wakes Wednesday morning feeling so good. She had dreamed of Tim and her together, in such erotic ways. The dreams slip back in her head, leaving her smiling as she showers, dresses, and prepares for the day.
It will be fun to be back at the London site. Abbie will get to see the friends that helped her through her transition to what she is now. And okay, so a few of them are also ones she romped with in the past.
While Abbie would not go back to that life, especially with Tim now as a real, genuine, potential; it had been fun days and all with no strings attached.
Abbie grabs a coffee and pastry to-go and hurries to the train station just a few blocks away.
oOo
Tim wakes early and glances at his clock. It is am. A little too early to call off work, but hey, he can leave a voice , which would be easier. Tim calls his manager’s work number and says that he is taking the day off. Work should feel free contact him if anything urgent needs his attention. He will be in tomorrow.
(Unknown to Tim interesting things, well thoughts, begin to happen when his manager gets the later that morning. He tells his staff that Tim would be off today, which did start jaws to flapping. The manager is wondering also. Tim, this week has been acting so different. Taking lunch, leaving a bit early. Nothing against that but so opposite of the Tim they know and depend . And he seems so upbeat, so unlike his usual self. The manager wonders what is happening and if he should be concerned about losing his best employee).
Tim throws on a tee and shorts and goes down the kitchen fix breakfast. He is starving, and this will give him time plot out what he wants do today. He makes a list, but after a couple of things written, he picks up his phone and sees that it is o’clock.
He types a text Abbie: “Good morning, my sweet Abbie. I hope you have a good day in London. I will be waiting for your return my arms.”
As soon as he typed it, he realizes how silly that sounded. But he realizes right now he is wearing his heart on his sleeve for Abbie and just shrugs his shoulders as he blushes over his .
Tim goes back making his list of -dos hoping hear that lovely sound of a waiting for him. After breakfast cleanup, he decides while here in the kitchen start sorting through and getting rid of old things.
An hour later, several boxes filled for donating (luckily Tim has more than enough boxes stashed away under the stairs). Tim realizes he does need new of everything. He makes a list of shopping do the internet. It makes things so easy.
But Tim also knows, now that it is approaching eleven am, he needs start calling contractors. So the next couple of hours is spent getting estimates and choosing companies. It works that tomorrow and Friday, a company can come in to sand and refinish all the wooden floors. Then a company that will come Monday and works hopefully for only a few days to paint all the inside rooms and paint the outside trim of Tim’s brick house.
The final calls are for someone to redo his kitchen completely. They will be at Tim’s house for a week to complete that job, beginning tomorrow if he wants.
Satisfied with all he has accomplished in such a short time, Tim, realizing he needs someone to let the workers in and keep tabs on them, calls Les. Tim knows he should have asked Les before starting all these projects. But talking to her, Les is more than happy to help him out.
For Les’s part, hearing Tim making so many long-overdue changes in his life stirs her heart for him. She is glad that somehow Abbie is bringing him out of his shell existence. Les hopes Abbie will not hurt Tim, but even if he is, this new outlook on life should hold.
Tim spends the afternoon choosing paint colors, appliances for the kitchen, new living room furniture, and more. Tim does feel a little heady over how easily he is spending money. Never having experienced that before, but it does so give him a rush as he knows he still has plenty of money left in his accounts.
No, he is just using the legacy from his parents how it should be. Making a real home for himself. And Tim hopes, for Abbie too.
oOo
Abbie saw Tim’s as the train rumbled down the tracks London. The comment about Tim waiting for her in his arms again stirred something in her.
No one has ever talked that way with her before. Tim being so forward about his feelings for her. This rush runs through her, and she knows the precum is dripping. She calms herself enough reply Tim, “ baby, I hope be there soon, too, it will just depend on what happens in the meeting I have ahead.”
Abbie clicks her phone off as they enter the station she needs to get off at.
Her day is filled with meeting after meeting and seeing her old friends and colleagues. It is about when her meetings end, but her former cohorts press her come out with them for a drink at their old stomping ground.
Abbie is torn, she so wants to get an early train back home to Tim, but ohh, the old life seems to draw her in. She gives in and goes to the pub with them .
A few drinks later, one of Abbie’s old hookup maneuvers sit beside her, and she feels his hand running and down her thigh. She lets him keep it for a few minutes as his touch did so stir her. He leans to her and asks does she have to head home tonight?
Now while his caresses do bring back memories of the enjoyable times they shared, Abbie suddenly fully realizes what she has let happened. She pushes his hand away, and looking deep into his eyes tells him, “I’m sorry that was fun back then, but I think I have found someone to love, care about. I am not in any way going to mess that .”
The man, seeing the look Abbie’s face as she says that comprehends, and a wave of remorse flows over him. No, he will never probably get have that feeling, but he rejoices that Abbie has found that. After one more stroke of Abbie’s so velvet thighs, he takes his hands away, kisses her on the cheek. He wishes Abbie the best that it does turn out, for that is what she deserves.
Abbie pulls herself together and stumbling a little from a few drinks and that encounter. She thanks them for a lovely reunion and leaves the pub head the train station. There Abbie realizes that the next train won’t leave until eight o’clock. With the hour ride, it will be o’clock until she is home.
And suddenly, the need see and feel Tim overwhelms her. But she does not deserve see him tonight by her earlier behavior.
Abbie does text him just a short : “I am waiting for the next train come home. I am sorry. , I am so sorry. I wanted see you so tonight, but I have fucked everything .”
oOo
Tim clears things away. There are piles of boxes stack outside his front door for pickup charity organizations tomorrow. Les is set greet and watch over the painters, floor stainers, and more so the kitchen reconstruction the next week or so when he is not there.
Tim spends hours in the afternoon, picking out paint samples for the colors he wants everything be. And time over the choices for kitchen cabinets and the layout. By four-thirty, he was exhausted and overwhelmed by how much he has spent in just a few hours redo his house into now something presentable.
Tim fells such satisfaction from Abbie’s response this morning, acknowledging she wants to see him too. But nothing more comes from her. Now, winding down, Tim wonders what Abbie is doing in London, and why hasn’t she text him anymore since this morning.
He goes to the bathroom, stripping his clothes as he does. Tim's plan is to take a shower to clean off the dust and dirt he is covered with from the cleaning he has done. There, he reaches the shower turn it but notices the bag with the present from Abbie last night.
He sits the side of the tub and turns it instead. Pours in the bubble bath and takes the soft washcloth from the bag. He climbs into the bathtub and lowers, so he is his neck with bubbles. He takes his time washing the dirt off his body, but when he gets his cock, he spreads his legs and rubs the cloth over his shaft. , that feels so good.
The soft soapy cloth against his cock gets him quickly hard. Tim takes the fabric and wraps it around his balls, pulling it back and forth tightly. The feeling is arousing as he feels his balls fill with semen. As he continues this for a few more minutes, he can feel his sperm moving his shaft, getting his prick harder and harder. His glans is cherry red with his excitement. He takes the cloth and begins stroke and down his shaft for a while.
Then Tim remembers how Abbie had asked him with her big clitty and decides see what that feels like. So taking the cloth in his hand, his fingers begin press together over his glans, squeezing and rubbing just his tip. Whether it is the soapiness of the cloth, or imagining what Abbie felt, Tim realizes he is almost to the point of no return.
Sliding the cloth back and forth over his glans and slit sends powerful waves of euphoria through him. He keeps the same slower pace of rubbing himself as Abbie had guided him to do to her. It is amazing. The sexual rush is crashing through him; he knows it is going to happen, and happen hard. He moves the cloth to around his shaft and wanks away. A minute later, Tim’s sperm spurts out of him like a glacier erupting. , he is drained.
He unplugs the tub’s drain and lets some of the water out. Then Tim refills with hot water keep him in this beautiful bubble of a bubble bath he is in. He leans back again and just lets the warm water flow over him. Tim is in such a satisfied state that he almost falls asleep. He is in that wonderful place right before you nod off. Yes, Tim is in that ideal state of hypnagogia.
He stays that way for about a half-hour until he feels the water has cooled around him. Tim shakes himself awake, pulls the plug on the tub, and steps out. As he does, he thinks, 'after the kitchen, I think this bathroom needs be redone have a big bathtub fit two nicely.'
He just throws a pair of boxers and heads the kitchen fix something eat. He is surprised that it is seven o’clock already. Then he somewhat stops in his tracks and checks his phone. He had heard nothing from Abbie since this morning. What has happened?
He begins to get himself worked into a minor panic imaging sorts of things that could have happened Abbie. He just makes a quick sandwich eat as he sits at the kitchen table and ponders if he should text her again or not.
Just then, his phone pings, and Tim sees a from Abbie. Her is somewhat confused. About wanting see him but she fucked . Tim does not know what is going . He does not return her text. Instead looks at the time and it is a quarter already.
Tim quickly puts clothes and hurries the train station. Whatever Abbie is worried about, he wants be there comfort her as much as she needs.
oOo
Not getting any reply from Tim her scrambled text, Abbie begins cry softly. She can’t help herself, has she totally fucked things with Tim? Before they even reached that magnificent plateau of sexual being? Damn, why does she do this always?
Tears stream down her face during the train ride home. When her station is called, Abbie pulls herself together enough to embark off the train.
And then, through her tear-stained eyes, what does she see on the platform right by where she alights? Tim is there! With his arms opened to embrace her and hold her for whatever reason she needs.
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Tim and Abbie 05: Tuesday
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Posted:Aug 26, 2020 3:15 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 7:50 pm
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Climbing on the bus Tuesday morning, Tim is delighted to see Abbie sitting there. He hurries to the seat next to her, being the one to kiss her good morning first today. “Thank you for last night,” he tells her in a low voice. Abbie smiles in return.
The ride to work is too short. It seems to Tim to be too soon when he must leave Abbie. With a quick kiss goodbye and promises to text during the day, he makes his departure. Knowing now how close Abbie is to him during the day, only a few blocks, makes Tim feel good. It is like Abbie is with him all the time now. Just a little out of view, but so available.
His morning passes slowly, he feels, but today there is a smile on his face that won’t go away. A disposition he rarely is in at work. Tim’s coworkers notice this change about him. And his phone pinging several times over the last four hours.
They ponder, ‘Who could he be in contact with? His cellphone never is heard ringing, or for that matter him on it, during the day.’ Some are so shocked they even begin to gossip a bit together about this ‘new' Tim.
Just before noon, Tim gets another text from Abbie. She and he had sent meaningless messages back and forth a few times already. But this, one those around him note, he is spending a good while answering back.
Abbie: I have your results. They just came in. I’ll have them for you this evening on the bus.
Tim: What time are you going to lunch? Would you like to meet? I am so excited to see the report. I could take you to lunch, and you can give it to me then. Actually, going to lunch with you would be such fun. Where would you like to meet?
Abbie laughs a bit at Tim’s reply. His eagerness. But to be honest, she can’t wait to see what the results say either.
Abbie: Do you know the little sandwich shop about midway between our stops. On the same side of the street as both your office and the hospital are on?
Tim: Yes, that would be perfect. What time?
Abbie: How about twelve-thirty. It should only take us about five minutes for both of us to get there.
Tim: I’ll be waiting for you out front. Thanks so much.
Again, the others in the office watch as Tim leaves at a quarter after twelve. Another strange occurrence for Tim.
Tim always brings a sandwich in a brown bag for his lunch. It is a ritual to watch him take the bag from his briefcase, lay the sandwich on the bag next to his computer at one o’clock, and eat while he works.
A buzz starts around the office about this, how there is something different about Tim. He’s worked at this company since he got his degree ten years ago. Tim showed his worth early on. Streamlining operations and workflow first for his own work. Then humbly suggesting bigger changes with has increased efficiency of not only Tim’s department but the entire company.
He should have risen in the company long ago, but he just plods along with his job, not asking for any recognition. But that is Tim. All knew his shyness and sense of not being worthy of anything. All like Tim a lot and respect him, not that he is aware of this.
Tim hurries to the restaurant, the idea of seeing Abbie in the middle of the day so arouses him. He realizes that more and more his prick is hardening in his pants just thinking about it, and hopes it is not too much for people to notice.
Arriving there by twelve-twenty, a good ten minutes early, he stands in front of the restaurant trying to calm himself and then thinks what Abbie is bringing with her. That seemed to help his cock dwindle fast.
He knows or thinks he does, that surely the agency he uses for the prostitutes check them regularly. Surely, they are truthful, and the women are all clean. And, after all, he did always use condoms, so surely he is clean. But it does nag at him. What if he is the one unsafe for them to go forward?
Abbie walks up just then and takes his arm and steers him into the sandwich shop. Finding a table a bit away from others they sit, and she hands him the envelope. Now Tim’s heart is beating wildly. He wants to know, but does he in Abbie’s presence?
“Abbie, please, you open it and tell me. I am too nervous,” Tim pleads.
Taking the envelope back from him, Abbie smiles and asks, “Are you sure, Tim?”
With the nod of his head, she opens the envelope and takes out the report to scan. “Baby, all is good. Both of us are clean. Now it is just where does this go with us?” Abbie comfortingly says.
Tim, so reassured, leans to her and kisses Abbie full on the lips. He does not care who is looking. Tears of joy in his eyes, he tells her in a low voice, “I want to take this as far as we can. I want you totally, completely, deeply, and always.”
As soon as he says it, Tim blushes, realizing what he has revealed. But Abbie just takes his hand and squeezes it telling him, “Tim, I am sure we will experience so many wonderful firsts, seconds, and always, but I know we need to do it one step at a time. To make sure you can cope with what is happening.”
While Tim knows what Abbie is saying is very true and wise, at this moment, he would like to rip her blouse open and dive into her tits. That's just to start. Then get Abbie down on the floor, her skirt up to her waist. Followed quickly by pulling down her panties and his cock, which is again throbbing pressed up in her love hole. Fucking her so hard. Harder than he ever has been able to. Abbie grabbing his ass, pressing him in more and more. Her legs wrapped around his neck, making entry so easy.
Tim’s face reddens with this image crashing through his mind, and Abbie can see he is enthralled in some fantasy. She just places her hand on his thigh and when the waitress comes to take the order, it does for both of them.
“Baby, everything will happen at the right time and place. Right now, we need to have some lunch, both get back to work, and then, tonight, yes, you can come home with me after work,” Abbie tells him.
Tim has no idea what he had for lunch, only the kissing on their departure outside the restaurant with Abbie. He is floating on a cloud all afternoon. Giving his colleagues more reason to notice and wonder.
When he gets on the bus, Abbie is waiting for him, his seat beside her open, he hurries to her side. Meaningless chat about their day covers the ride to Abbie’s flat. When Tim stop arrives, and he gets to stay on, he starts to grow. He tries all the tricks he has heard of to distract his mind from this sensation.
But as they walk the block to Abbie’s place, Tim carries his briefcase in front of him some.
The moment the door is closed behind them, Tim has Abbie in his arms, kissing her how he has longed to for two days now. Abbie can feel his longing, and she has a similar tingling through her body.
They press their bodies together tightly to feel each other even through their clothes. As they kiss, Tim and Abbie move towards the couch. There, Tim presses Abbie’s back on the pillows and lays on top of her. Abbie feels Tim rubbing his hard cock against her thigh as they kiss.
She is afraid he might explode too soon. The night has yet to begin.
Abbie gets Tim to sit up as she does beside him. “Baby, I have a present for you, from the other night,” Abbie tells Tim. He blushes deeply as he has nothing in return for her.
Abbie gets up and leaves the room for a minute to reappear with a gift bag. Tim wonders what it could be. As he removes the wrap, he smiles some. It is a bottle of bubble bath and a soft washcloth.
“Now, sweetie, you have what is need to have a bubble bath, alone, or better with me, either on video or in real life,” Abbie says. “And that is an idea, to get nice and relaxed, let’s take a bath together, with a glass of wine.”
A bath together, seeing each other in person fully, completely, naked, and to be in reach to touch each other?
Tim’s head is spinning, “That would be really nice, Abbie.”
“Well first, let’s get undressed. Though let’s undress each other very slowly,” Abbie suggests as she swings herself up to saddle Tim face him. She begins by undoing his ties and pulling it off.
Then the first button of his shirt. The second. The third. By now, Tim is fumbling to undo her buttons to reveal her bra and lovely chest.
Abbie meant it about taking their time. When she had the third button undone, she slides her hands inside Tim’s shirt and starts to squeeze and play with his tits. He moans with desire. Then the fourth button is undone and more access to his chest hair, which Abbie scratches her fingers though and twirls it around her fingers.
Tim loves this attention, but he feels his balls filling as full as they can handle. And Abbie, on his lap, can feel the same stiffness in his cock happening. She quickly unbuttons the last of his shirt as he does her blouse. They both remove them, then Abbie fall to her knees in front of Tim’s spread legs and undoes his pant.
He lifts his ass enough for Abbie to pull them off him. He is now completely naked in front of Abbie. And his cock is saluting almost bouncing off her close forehead.
Abbie sees the precum already present and moves Tim’s shaft so she can lick the tip of his glans. That is only the start. Abbie runs her moist tongue back and forth over Tim’s slit, then around and around the glans. Moving her mouth down a little, she now nibbling at the crease below the head as she sucks hard on the glans.
Tim feels cum beginning to churn within him. He wiggles a bit, trying to keep himself from cumming too soon. Abbie, realizing what is happening, lifts her head for a moment and says kindly to Tim, “Sweetie, whenever you need to release, do so. The night is still young, so we can work up to it again.”
Never has anyone been so understanding to Tim. When he had cum quickly with the prostitutes and the girl from college, they just dismissed him as finished. For Abbie to say she plans to get him aroused again, and again, makes his whole-body shiver.
Abbie is now back down over his manhood. Taking more and more of his shaft in. Then moving out and running her tongue over his shaft and balls. Could it be, that as she personally knows what is pleasurable, Abbie is much better at offering lip service than a woman can?
He is so close to cumming, but Tim wants to hold back until he gets to see and feel Abbie fully too. With kindness, he pushes Abbie back from his cock and says, “Let me finish undressing you before we go any further.”
Pleased, Abbie stands and allows Tim to unhook her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then he undoes the stocking from her garters and slides them down her legs, enjoying the feeling of soft skin and silk together. He lifts up and unhooks her bra, and when her delightful, perky, boobs are on display just inches from him, Tim pulls Abbie on to his lap again and begins to suck and lick them with abandonment.
How Abbie is sitting has Tim’s cock between her legs, rubbing against her pantie crotch. It feels so good there. Caressing her big clitty.
It is like Tim is exploring a new world. He is having a hay day running his fingers and tongue up and down the mounds and valleys of Abbie’s chest. Her breasts are lovely to look at, but even better to suck and play with.
Abbie, enjoying the treatment Tim is giving, leans back some with her hands behind her to keep her up on Tim’s lap. Tim hears her moaning with contentment. His hand on Abbie’s stomach, just about the band of her undies, moves back and forth, moving closer and closer to sliding inside the panties.
He makes his move and begins to tug the panties off. Abbie lifts herself to allow him to. The quick work with the garter and it is out of the way.
But now that Abbie is also naked, he is faced with the dilemma ahead. Tim still wants to keep sucking Abbie’s tits. No, Tim is not yet ready to stop. He wants to enjoy this experience more.
Meanwhile, Abbie’s ‘big clitty’ is rather hard already too. Tim questions himself, ‘Can he touch it directly? Is he ready for that?’
Seeing the outline the other night, and more fully on camera yesterday isn’t quite the same as seeing it pointing up at him as Abbie sits back down on his lap. And his cock tip there between Abbie’s legs rubbing against her shaft.
He closes his eyes for a minute and realizes he truly enjoying this sensation. Especially, back to the items at hand, he continues for about five more minutes worshiping Abbie’s breasts. She squirms from his attention to her tits, but the feel of Tim’s cock rubbing against her sends out electrifying shock waves through her body. She reaches between them and, holding both Tim’s cock and hers, Abbie together gives wonderful service to their shaft and balls.
Now feeling his balls squeezed together with Abbie’s, and the action on his shaft and head, it is not going to be long now. But feeling Abbie against him this strange new way, he knows she is going to cum at the same time. With him. What an amazing concept.
He lifts his face from Abbie’s tits and pushes her back just enough on his lap that the two at attention between their legs are now rubbing glans together. Tim moves Abbie’s hands from her big clit and takes over stroking it how she taught him to do.
Abbie is jerking him hard, and even slapping his shaft and head a few times like he has shown her he likes. “Tim, let me feel it, spank my clit like you do yours,” Abbie begs in a whisper.
Tim does as requested, Abbie feels the sensation of the sting against her private plaything. It is different, but she realizes she rather likes the thrill that crashes through her after each swat. And she knows Tim is not striking her very hard, not like he does on himself.
But it does have an effect she finds she rather likes. Well sometimes. They slap at each other, and the firm grip each has on the other, squeezing up and down, wanking each other like there is no tomorrow.
It is only moments more, their cock heads touch, both explode covering the other’s shafts and mons with sperm. Panting from the final release, Abbie leans to Tim and kisses him, then slides down between his legs and licks Tim clean. Enjoying the taste of their mingled cum.
When he is cleaned up, she stands and kisses him again, “I’ll be right back, let me go clean up a little,” she tells Tim. Tim is grateful for this, as he is not sure he is ready to do lip service to Abbie’s big clit. Abbie knows Tim’s limits as they begin down this road, and he is so grateful for that.
Abbie returns in her robe, opened enough for Tim to enjoy the inner view still. She sits beside him on the couch, him still nude, she barely covered. “Why don’t we watch some telly for a while, then it will probably be time for you to head home. You find a good show, and I will get us some wine.”
Tim is now conflicted. Abbie is telling him that this is all there is going to be tonight? What happened to the bath she mentioned? Yes, sitting here with her doing a normal thing like watching tv will be nice. But to know that his curfew is soon ahead. But Abbie is right. It is a work night and staying up too late for either of them is not a good idea. And it is already after eight.
Abbie returns with the bottle of wine, some glasses, and a wonderful spread of cheese, meats, and crackers. Tim didn’t realize until now he is rather hungry. It has been several hours since they had lunch.
They sit and watch a meaningless show, eating and drinking as they do. But often, both their hands find their way to each other’s cock/clit and just stroke it a bit gently, letting each other rise again some but not to the pinnacle point.
When ten o’clock approaches, Abbie, without saying anything, helps Tim back into his shirt. Buttoning it. Then his boxers and pants. Abbie makes sure Tim is settled in his boxers and pants before zipping him up and buckling his belt. This new ritual thrills Tim each time Abbie does it, though it pains him too as he knows she is sending him off for the night.
Getting Tim’s shoes and socks back on, Abbie tightens her robe a bit and sits down next to Tim again. She turns his head, and they do kiss with passion for a few minutes.
Then Abbie blindsides Tim with her statement, “Tim, baby, I will not be on the bus tomorrow, I have to go to the London office for the day tomorrow. This happens every month or so, no big deal, I just take the train in and hopefully be home before too late. Though sometimes it can be approaching nine p.m. when I get home. Let’s hope that it will be much earlier than that when I get back. If I am home early enough, I will let you know if you would like to come over.”
Tim does not know what to say. He just nods that yes, he would like to come over. Then he is being dismissed for the night. After a few more kisses, Abbie leads him to the door. But then stops him. “Oh wait, your present,” she says, hurrying to pick up the bag from where it was left.
“This is for you to have, we will get to our bubble bath here, but something you can enjoy at home too,” Abbie says sweetly.
Tim thanks her, kisses her, and holds Abbie tight for almost a minute. Pulling away, he knows there will be more, so why is he feeling that same sense of dejection?
Walking home, Tim imagines all the negatives, was Abbie disappointed in him for not going down on her yet? No wait, she was the one who said she needed to clean herself up. Tim knows, like always, he is reading way too much into everything that happens.
So she has to work in London tomorrow. Hopefully, she will be able to get back early. And then Tim begins planning his day tomorrow.
Tim has so much accumulated vacation over the last ten years. Never taking more than an occasional day off now and then. The longest was when his mother died, and even then, he was back to work within a week.
So, Tim has a huge bank of vacation/personal time off. Working so much overtime, which at the company is compensated with time off. And that is not including all the lunch breaks he works though.
Yes, when Tim decides on his walk home that tomorrow he will take time off, it will be readily approved, he knows. But will that get the gossip mills churning more? Taking the day off, he can decide what he wants to do with the house. Do what he can to get the house ready for Abbie to see very soon.
That settled, when Tim gets home, he falls quickly to sleep, but only after he sees the text from Abbie.
Abbie: Did you make it home, okay?
Tim: Yes, I did. Have a wonderful day in London tomorrow. But I hope it is a short one that you will be home in time for us to see each other.
Abbie: Me too. I’ll text you when I am free for a moment tomorrow. Sweet dreams.
Tim: You too, and actually, you are helping me to have regular sweet dreams now. Of you.
Abbie only sends a smiley face in response. The flood of happiness streaming over her hearing Tim say this is so special. ‘Damn, I am going to make sure I get out of there by three, so I can be back in time for us to see each other.’
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Tim and Abbie 04: Monday
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Posted:Aug 25, 2020 5:32 pm
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2020 10:43 am
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Last night was mind-blowing to Tim. Never would he imagine the feelings he had. Abbie’s fingers on his cock would be like. And him just brushing her through her dress. Not anything he had experienced before. It is a lot to comprehend and adjust to, but he wants to so much.
After that encounter, Tim wakes up refreshed and eager on Monday morning for the day ahead. On waking, he has a hard-on, and he knows the cause. For the last three days, he feels like he has been in a perpetual state of arousal. And knows the wonderful cause. The woman he longed for over months, is now a reality to him.
Well, perhaps not the full reality he expected, and he does still have so many questions and concerns about that, but all in all, Tim could not ask for anything more. His sheltered, doldrum life has suddenly become alive as if in full living color.
He showers and dresses. Tim trying to pick out a nice outfit to wear, but all his clothes, while very clean, are a bit rumbled, out of fashion, and not the best for him. But Tim tries his best.
Even with his just barbered hair, he still can’t master getting it in style and does a little raggish that way too. But he feels so good about himself this morning. The first morning perhaps ever that he has, so nothing can ruin Tim’s mood.
Hurrying to make sure he is at the bus stop on time, Tim is actually early and lets one bus go by as he knows it isn’t ‘his’ – the right one – to get on. He waits patiently for the next one to come. Thinking about his Abbie.
He hated leaving her last night, as things went so far between them. To another milestone. Her touch and feel were so exotic to him. He just wants more and more. But then all the roadblocks he worries about fill his mind for a moment taking the wonderful feeling away.
‘Damn, why do I let myself do that always. Accept that things are good, the past is the past. Yes, there are some major issues to confront and come to terms with, but enjoy the moment for the moment,’ Tim encourages himself.
As Tim sees the bus approaching now, he moans innerly, realizing just the sight of it, in anticipation of who is inside, has gotten him to start to harden. He is embarrassed but also on one level somewhat proud. That just the thought of seeing Abbie could bring him to such a state.
It is not that noticeable, but Tim knows Abbie will be aware, so a blush does come over his as he climbs on the bus. Walking down the aisle, there she is about seats back, and Abbie has saved the seat next to her for him.
She smiles warmly as he stands next to the seat, waiting for her nod to let him know that yes, she is holding it for him. Seeing Tim hesitate, Abbie smiles. ‘So much assurance and encouragement this man needs. I can’t believe I am so attracted to him and want to help him come of his shell. Such fun we are going to have. Him discovering this new world he is entering with trepidation.’
At Abbie’s slight nod, Tim sits down with a big smile on his next to her. And then he is overwhelmed when Abbie lifts her hands to his , turns it to her, and kisses his lips fully. No, not any tongue play, but lips caressing each other in a morning welcome.
Tim turns bright red with his knowledge that everyone on the bus must have seen it. The only one who really has is an old woman who is also a regular on this bus. She has watched Tim’s longing over Abbie for a while now. She smiles that yes, finally, something must have happened.
Abbie, in Tim’s eyes, looks exquisite today. She is in a navy suit, the skirt only mid-thigh so much is showing as Tim looks down as he sits. But the silk cream blouse almost clinging to her tits and stomach makes the outfit. Unbuttoned enough that Abbie’s cleavage is clearly showing, and just a hint of her bra and nipples.
The whole outfit is completed with a string of longer pearls around her neck, just brushing her nipples back and forth as she moves. And plain pearl earring on. This is the first that Tim realizes that Abbie has her ears pierced.
Tim hasn’t noticed yet, but then he has not seen Abbie completely naked, but now wonders if she has any other piercings or tattoos. It would be completely her choice if she has, but Tim just is enough old- that he does not like such things.
Tim and Abbie say good morning to each other. Then Abbie talks with him in a low, quiet voice about what he needs to do after work today. Tim overnight has become apprehensive about actually walking into the Pathways Center, the LGBT support that Abbie works at. The idea that anyone seeing him enter their doors would assume right away that about him is unnerving to Tim.
Tim is trying so hard to come to terms with all that. He adores Abbie and wants things to go further with her. But underlying, the fact that in reality, Abbie, no matter how feminine and beautiful, is a man where it matters.
Abbie can feel and see Tim’s apprehension, and between their thighs squeezes his hand in assurance. Just the soft touch of her hand in his calms Tim and he promises to be there right after he gets off work. Actually, he will try to leave a little early so as not to keep her waiting.
As his stop is coming up, Tim leans and kisses Abbie on the cheek in goodbye. He curses himself all the way into his building that he did not enjoy a wonderful kiss on the lips in departing. But there will be many, many days ahead for that to happen.
Abbie understands Tim’s insecurities very well, and if it must be taken slowly, so to finally, maybe, have a lasting relationship with someone she is now ready to invest the time. She ponders if this realization is coming with age as she is now thirty, or if somehow just knowing Tim is worth the time and trouble? Why, when so little has happened, is she happier than when she has had great sex for a night with a passing stranger more or less?
Abbie is a bit troubled about Tim's revelation about being with prostitutes. She worries about how he chose them and did he even think to be sure they were clean. She understands Tim’s need to take that route, it just is risky. But who is she to say, really? She has had random sex with people she did not really know many times.
But, Abbie argues with herself, ‘I have had myself regularly checked to be sure. I might be loose, but careful. I always do ask before doing anything if they are STD free too.’
They both go about their day.
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Tim wakes to the sound of the alarm, shaking him from a dream. Lying there, he feels different, more alive but with a nagging doubt in his mind. Even with those doubts servicing, his cock starts to stiffen, reminding him of the incredible weekend he has just had.
The woman he has spent the last few months fantasizing about is in his life, but with a major twist. Could he get past that to build a new life with her? Would she really want him? After all, surely she could get someone more experienced, more accepting without the doubts he has. Was he just her weekend fun? Surely not, why else would she want him to get the blood test? Shit the blood test. What does that mean? What will they think of him going in there for the test? Fuck it brain, stop it I don’t need your questions.
Getting up, he quickly showers before going to his wardrobe to get dressed. Looking at his clothes hanging there, he realizes how drab and dated they look. He decides whatever comes about with Abbie, he is going to update and freshen up his clothing. Grabbing what he hopes isn’t too aged, he dresses and heads out the door. Getting to the bus stop, he realizes in his eagerness to see Abbie he is early and doesn’t bother with the first bus.
Was it all a dream? Am I gay? Why am I thinking these things when not with Abbie?
Eventually, his bus comes into sight. As the bus stops, he looks down the bus hoping to see Abbie in the window. Yes, she is looking. As their eyes meet through the window, he feels his heart leap, especially when Abbie smiles.
Getting on the bus and trying but failing to look relaxed and casual, he walks down the bus towards her. As he gets to the seat, Abbie removes her bag beside her, allowing him to sit. And then she kisses him. She really kisses him in public.
He feels her foot nudging against the inside of his. Smiling, he moves his foot, so their ankles are intertwined. Not saying much, the bus journey flies past, and all too soon, the bus approaches his stop. He gets off and watches the bus pull away with his Abbie on board. Seeing him watching, she waves a little to him, smiling.
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By three o’clock, Tim is longing for Abbie so much. He never knew what it would be like to have someone interested in him. He texts her a message that he should be at the Center by four-thirty. When he hears the bell ting on his phone with Abbie’s reply, his heart soars.
“That will be nice that you can get here a bit early. I can’t wait to see you, I’ve missed you today,” Abbie texts.
Tim is elated reading this and send off a reply saying he has missed her so much too.
Finally, the clock gets close to four o’clock, and Tim realizes he needs to be heading over to get the blood test, this causes his nerves to kick in. He realizes that if he is to see Abbie ever again, he needs to undergo this test. That puts steel will into him and not allowing himself to think anymore. He quickly packs away his stuff and heads out the door.
His colleagues are surprised to see him slip out a bit early for once. They don’t fault him in the least. Tim often works overtime to make sure everything is finished, even when it is not his responsibility, which has made his co-workers' jobs so much easier.
Tim arrives at the hospital, walking the few blocks swiftly to get there. He follows Abbie’s direction within the building to reach the entrance of Pathways Center. But outside, he once again hesitates to mustard courage to enter. With a deep breath, he walks to the door and enters. He feels like he is stepping over this invisible line to a new world for him.
It takes all his courage to give his name to the receptionist. He walks up to the reception desks and says, “Hello, how are you today? I am Tim Hudson here to see Abbie Adams.”
Abbie, knowing how skittish Tim will probably be, has been watching for his arrival and comes up immediately before being page. Squeezing his arm, Abbie says, “Hi Tim, how are you doing? I have everything ready. Saying this, Abbie quickly steers Tim to the lab. Tim duly follows her, watching her bum wiggle.
In the lab, waiting for the technician to administer the tests, sends Tim into a small panic attack, which Abbie quickly soothes. She leaves him there to have blood drawn. The technician is efficient, and his urine and blood samples are quickly drawn. He signs the release for Abbie to be given his results, in a sealed envelope, and Abbie leads him to her office. It is wonderful for Tim to see where Abbie works.
She grabs her purse and directs him to a side entrance to leave by. Tim sighs with relief as he does not have to exit from the front of the Center. He is still somewhat squeamish about being seen here.
They head to the nearby bus stop and are soon boarding the bus. Tim lets Abbie get on first and enjoys the view of her ass swaying as she goes down the aisle. Seated next to each other, their thighs brushing together, rubbing somewhat intentional.
Tim is somewhat disappointed he has not gotten to really kiss Abbie today yet, but they have not been alone long enough to do so. They approach Tim’s stop, and he does not get up to leave. Abbie says, “Tim, this is your stop, you need to get off honey.” Turning and kissing him on the lips.
Tim is confused and disappointed. He thought they would go to Abbie’s flat now. She is dismissing him. He mumbles goodbye and gets off the bus. Walking home, he feels dejected. His head is again full of thoughts. ‘Why did she reject me tonight?’
His phone pings, and he sees a message from Abbie.
Abbie: We can talk later tonight, have a good evening.
Tim is heartened a little but still doesn’t understand why Abbie didn’t want them to spend time together tonight.
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Walking towards his door, Tim stops briefly and looks at the other houses in his street, ‘why does my house look so drab?’ Going indoors, he surveys the front room and shudders. He hurries upstairs to his room and quickly changes into an old pair of shorts and a tee-shirt.
Tim is now determined to freshen up the whole house, he realizes those curtains must be the best part of thirty years old. Taking the dark, dreary curtains down, he will order new ones.
Then moving the furniture, he begins tearing up the worn carpet. There are lovely hardwood floors underneath. Taking them down, he then looks at the threadbare carpet. Deciding that it is as old if not older, he quickly starts moving the furniture around and ripping it up.
After about an hour of this exertion, Tim is dripping with sweat and takes his shirt off. Now only in a pair of shorts, he finishes the job. Lifting the carpet reveals the floorboards underneath, which Tim thinks with some polish will set the tone for the room.
Before long, he has a pile of stuff to dispose of. He carries the carpet and padding out to the dustbin for pickup, comes back into the living room, and falls on the couch with his phone. Looking at the dark painted walls, Tim texts Abbie.
Tim: Abbie, what is your favorite color?
He is disappointed when she does not reply but continues to separate the furniture. Deciding what to get rid of and replaced and what can be kept. He then spends an hour on his computer ordering new curtains, rugs, and other things to change the look of the house.
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Abbie’s stop approaches, but she does not get off the bus. Rather stays on to the stop where the club is. Where she met Tim on Friday night. Alighting there, she walks to the Wilde Peacock. Abbie is not sure why she is going here tonight. Yes, it is her usual habit many nights after work, but there is the possibility of Tim now.
There is also the fun of flirting with the female bartender working this shift. Abbie and her banter back and forth and have a couple of times been close to taking it a step further. Abbie knows it would be a meaningless thing. But at times, Abbie likes to play with women too, pretending it is her strapon pressing up in them.
Why is she doing this? Abbie knows it is over her being worried about the results of Tim’s tests. If he does have something, how would it affect them moving forward? It is why she sent him home tonight. So she would not be tempted to do something until sure.
Instead, she is here, leaning on the bar as she chats with the bartender, making sure her breasts are on display. The bartender knows Abbie is a trans and is someone fun to talk with. But then she likes to play with all kinds, nothing serious. And she and Abbie are friends, and their chats are good. The bartender would not like to cause that to stop or be uncomfortable.
So the two just meaningless flirt back and forth, both knowing underneath, it will go no farther. Except for in each of their imaginations. Both have spent evening masturbating over envisioning being with each other.
“How are tricks tonight, Phoebe?” Abbie asks as she sits down.
“Well, better now that you are here. I heard you picked up a newbie Friday night. Anything good happen from that?” the bartender Phoebe replies.
“Yeah, he was of his pond coming into the Peacock, but he does possibly have potential,” Abbie tells her.
Now it should be known that Phoebe, not only being a bartender at Wilde Peacock, is also its owner. So getting new clientele is important to her. “Well, I hope you encouraged him to come again,” Phoebe says with a wink.
“Girlfriend, you can be nasty at times,” Abbie responds. “But I am not going to kiss and tell. Only that he might be a keeper. If he can wrap his head around everything.”
Phoebe wants details, but Abbie gets her to tell about her conquest on Saturday night. An older lesbian who had been lusting for Phoebe for months. Phoebe, now forty-five herself, did have a thing for older women in their sixties. It didn’t take away from her fantasies about Abbie, but an older woman just seemed the right place for her to have all her bells rung.
So for the next hour or so, between serving others drinks, Phoebe tells Abbie about finally letting the woman think she was seducing Phoebe. Staying until closing, they had retired to Phoebe’s flat upstairs of the bar. Over a couple more drinks, they laughed and talked on the couch for an hour.
That was well long enough for Phoebe. She moved in and kissed the woman for the first time, who gasped at the delight of it. “Oh, , that first kiss is always the best,” Phoebe recalls. “From that point on, it took nothing to get her of her clothes, and she couldn’t tear mine off fast enough.”
“Moving to the bed, I had her on her back, legs spread, and moving down her chest to the wonder hole. Spreading her labia wide to see her lovely wet cavern, I was somewhat surprised how juicy she was. All the more delightful. Licking her over and over, sticking my tongue in to bring more ,” Phoebe was on a roll remembering.
Abbie felt herself trembling a little this recollection, part of her so wished she did have that anatomy for Tim to enjoy, but funny, she thinks, Tim probably likes the equipment I have more.
And thinking of Tim, Abbie feels some regret that she has come here tonight. She allows Phoebe to finish her lustful tale, but then Abbie says she needs to it a night.
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During all this time, Abbie’s phone is in her purse, so she does not hear the chime of a message coming in. When she is reaching for her wallet to , Abbie thinks to check her phone. She sees Tim’s message from a half hour ago and curses herself for not paying attention. She quickly heads to the bus stop and reads his message while waiting.
What is her favorite color?’ What a strange question.
Abbie: That is a bit of a strange question. And it would depend on what you are referring too. My favorite color to wear? Decorate with? Have things in that color? Or just generally, what would I prefer?
Tim deep in his ordering, having moved on to bathroom curtains, accessories, and such, hears his phone chime. His heart flips from the sound. He picks up his phone and reads Abbie’s message.
Just that she has replied sends waves of happiness and assurance through him. He knows Abbie likes him, but he needs regular affirmations about this. And he knows he needs to stop this constant necessity. To stop taking things negatively and thinking the worst.
Tim: Just basically, I guess decor for now. What colors, shades do you like?
Abbie (now on the bus heading home): Well, in that sense, perhaps a nice mellow lighter green, or shades of blue. Depending on where pale yellow is nice. I like things that are light looking. Why do you ask?
Tim, now unsure how to answer, not wanting to admit he wants to redo his house to her liking, takes time to answer. It is not until Abbie is walking towards her apartment building that she hears a chime of a message again.
Tim: Just curious, I know what your flat looks like, but some of that is based on the landlord. I was wondering if you had a choice of how you would make it look, what would you have chosen?
Abbie chuckles at this message, and wonders as she opens her door and goes to her couch to flop down. What is Tim up to? She changes the subject with her next message.
Abbie: Tim, you do have a personal email, don’t you? And a laptop at home?
Tim: Yes, Abbie, I do.
Abbie: What is your email? Mine is Heated Affairs
Tim: Mine is Heated Affairs
Abbie: Give me a few minutes, and we can video there.
Tim is intrigued about what Abbie is suggesting. To be able to at least see her tonight is something of a consolation from not getting to be with her. But he does wonder why for three hours or more since leaving her he had not heard from her.
Suddenly a window opens on his laptop, saying he has an incoming video to accept from Abbie’s email. He quickly accepts, and there is his Abbie in front of him. Her jacket off, but her smooth, lovely blouse still on to wonder what it would feel like to touch.
For that matter, so are her breasts so prevalent before him now. To be able to reach and caress them. Suddenly, Tim realizes Abbie is seeing his bare chest. He starts to scoot back to grab a shirt to put on.
the other end, Abbie is admiring Tim’s chest before her. Still glistening from some sweat, a nice level of hair forming a Y over his breast and down his stomach. She is pleased to see he has just a hint of man boobs. Oh, how Abbie loves those to suck on and knead.
As Tim starts to stand, Abbie, cries , “Don’t go, stay the way you are, it is so wonderful to .”
Tim halts in his movements and sits back down. Now and chest are on view on the screen. In a tiny box down to the left, Tim can see what he looks like, as he gazes with total appreciation at Abbie’s and breasts.
Abbie: So what was that about colors again?
Tim: Oh, I shouldn’t have bothered you, it was something that just came into my head. I shouldn’t have bothered you about it.
Damn, now I sound like an .
Abbie can see a bit of a dejected on Tim’s . Like a hurt deer, her heart goes this frail ego of a man.
Abbie: Tim, do you understand why I didn’t see you tonight?
Tim: No, not really, I was afraid you were tired of already, perhaps.
Abbie: I could not be tired of you as we have just started to get to know each other. It was I was too afraid we would do something more, and until we get your test results back tomorrow, I want us to be careful.
Tim’s lights up, hearing this. Abbie is really interested in him and is looking for both their interests, much more than he had even considered. Watching the change that comes over him with just those few words makes Abbie smile. ‘That should never play poker. He wears his heart on his sleeve.’
Abbie: Tim, you so lovely bare-chested. I have never seen you that way before. I can’t wait until I can run my fingers through your chest hair and pinch those nipples.
Tim blushes at Abbie’s complement.
Tim: I have yet to see your chest. I am sure it is beautiful.
Abbie: Would you like to?
Saying so, Abbie lifts her pearl necklace over her head. Takes a moment to take her earrings off, giving Tim full few, and close up of her ears, which so lovely he would love to nibble on them.
‘What an idea,’ Tim thinks, ‘I have never thought of nibbling on someone’s ears before.’
Abbie begins to unbutton her blouse, very seductively and slowly. With each button open, just a bit more is revealed. Half unbuttoned as Tim watches feeling himself grow in anticipation, Abbie stands and unzips her skirt and lets it drop to the floor.
Standing now with the bottom of her pale blue panties on display, along with the tops of her stocking in the garters, Abbie unbuttons the rest of her blouse and slides it open to show her flat stomach and lovely lace bra.
She sits down again and drops the blouse from her shoulders, so is now in full few with only her bra, panties and stocking on. Abbie crosses her legs, undoes the first stocking, and slowly rolls in down and off her leg. Then the other. And the garter belt unhooked and tossed aside.
Tim has a fine view of Abbie in just her undies. He can see the outline of Abbie’s aroused ‘clit’ pressing against her panties. Why is seeing that so provoking him? While at the same time waiting for her soft, round breasts to be exposed to him for the first time?
Tim needs to undo his pants and slide out of them as his bulging cock is pressing so hard against even the loose-fitting folds. He now too just in his boxers, his prick outlined for Abbie’s view in return, makes her breath raggedly.
The two are lovely sights for each other’s eyes. And Abbie makes Tim feel precum leak from him when she reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra and allows it to fall from her breasts.
They are perfect. Tim knows they are more or less manufactured for her, and a fine job of creating them was done. Two identical small but a handful of soft, squeezable flesh with flawless shaped nipples and areola in such a rosy shade. Abbie’s nipples are hard already, but she pinches them some as Tim watches to make them a deeper and even harder.
She can hear Tim breathing heavily watch this. Then she sees his hand reach to the screen. As if he is trying to touch them through cyberspace. She leans in closer to her laptop for him to have a close-up view. He takes his hand away, but she can see his other hand is down in his boxer, squeezing and jerking his cock, which now peeks over the top of his waistline.
Abbie needs to do the same thing as she is reaching that same state of stirring in her loins. Together they mutual wank themselves just taking in the view of each other on the screen as they do.
It is not long until together they both let a stream of semen over their stomachs. Abbie is impressed, not the first time, to see how much Tim releases. He does seem to have a lot to offer, and Abbie can’t wait to enjoy that inside her in both ways. She remembers the tiny taste she has had of him so far and looks forward to having a full serving soon.
Both spent now, and in need of cleaning up, they regrettably say good night and turn off their computers. Abbie goes and draws a bath for herself while Tim heads to the shower. Each with lingering memories of what they just saw.
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Tim and Abbie 03: Sunday
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Posted:Aug 24, 2020 12:15 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 7:50 pm
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It was rather league what transpired between Abbie and Tim the night before. Something teens would start at, though today they would have probably gone much farther. For Tim, inexperienced as he is, feeling Abbie’s soft hand on his cock wanking him was heaven. Even if all his contact with her so far has been through her clothing, it is intense. Yes, lingering questions. So many questions but being with Abbie that way is so good.
After everything from the night before, Tim wakes, feeling as if he has slept better than he has for a long time. Rolling over, he feels a wet patch by his crotch. When he gets up and looks down at the stain, he realizes how and rather tattered his sheets are. Looking around his whole room, he acknowledges he has changed nothing since he was a , or before. How could he ever consider bringing a woman here? Especially someone as important him as Abbie?
He strips the bedding and begins making a -do list in his head. But is he jumping the gun? Tim does need really think this all through.
At this moment, he is feeling more alive than usual. But this euphoria he feels right now is just the aftermath of last night Tim knows. He can feel Abbie’s soft hand on his cock still. He starts harden again with the image.
Then the light of day shines through, and he does know he has work through all the questions Abbie raised last night and many more. His mind wanders, and he thinks what an extraordinary woman she is understand. He does have come terms with all this before they can go any farther. Shaking his head, Tim decides go for a run, knowing his mind will wander as he does, but at least he will get some exercise and fresh air.
This time there is no question where his route will take as he deliberately includes Abbie's block on his circuit. He knows he shouldn’t do this, what if she looks out, or is coming out, and sees him? Will she think him a stalker?
Tim always does have a habit of looking at things in the worse scenarios, which is not helping really as he begins contemplate the questions he knows he must face. Tim begins ticking them off. How far will he be comfortable and willing go?
He isn’t sure. Oh, it was lovely kissing Abbie last night and peeking down her top for a glimpse of her breasts. He would so like to touch, kiss, and suck them. Her hand on his cock, ooh, and when he felt her lips for that second on his glans. All of those things he knows he likes.
Tim blushes, remembering feeling her cock through her dress, and him being aroused doing so. Especially when Abbie suggested he thinks of it as her big clit. But something stirred in him, acknowledging it was a cock, and he did enjoy rubbing it. Just how much more than that?
Could he fuck Abbie considering how it would have to happen?
Tim wasn’t sure. And to be truthful, several of the times he had been with a woman, he softened before he could enter them. That alternative way, would it cause the same effect or worse? He is still a bit embarrassed at how fast he came last night.
(But actually, that is mostly in Tim’s mind as he did not shoot all that soon after arousal).
Would Tim ever feel comfortable sucking her ‘big clit’? Or, for that matter, even stroking and pleasuring it regularly?
Again Tim just doesn’t know. His body is working against him as Tim feels his prick rising in his sweatpants. Thank goodness they are really baggy, so it doesn’t show. But Tim stops to catch his breath and wonders why each time he thinks of Abbie’s cock, he gets so turned on.
Would he at some time want Abbie to fuck him?
Having Abbie suck him and jerk him, Tim knows he will love and not want to end. But could he? Press himself up in her. Besides his performance worries, would he be repelled by anal and sex? That he does really have explore more. And he knows it is only fair want pleasure Abbie as she would like in return for what she seems so willing do for him.
And his friends, acquaintances, colleagues, could he introduce Abbie them as his girlfriend? Would any of them suspect?
Damn, that is the hardest part of it all. How would his buddies and others react? And could he stand tall and accept their judgment of him? Or could it turn everything between Abbie and him sour? Damn, more questions than answers. He needs help thinking this through.
Tim realizes now that he was rather blind the facts, mesmerized by the beauty Abbie created, but would others see it that way. Or would the truth be realized by them? And would he care if they did know the truth?
Again, Tim is so unsure about this. Shit!!! Tim just wants be with Abbie, though he knows he still isn’t sure how. How open and willing could he be? And all this about dealing with the rest of the world too.
Tears start streaming down Tim’s face, making him angry that he can’t control his emotions better. He knows it is all due to his past. But come on, he is over thirty now and should be past all these feelings of inadequacies.
~~
Tim was born in 1986. The illegitimate only of a woman in her forties. The result of her affair with a foreign married man. She had been swept off her feet by him when suffering from middle-age doldrums. Realizing she was pregnant, the man just walked away, leaving her to fend for herself and her .
She worked hard all her life, which wasn’t that long really, as she was dead by the time she was sixty-five and Tim only in his mid-twenties. Cancer took over her so quickly, spreading before anything could be done. Now eight later, Tim has become depend on their neighbor, Leslie, who his mother always was close since soon after they moved into their house twenty ago. Leslie comforted him and mourned with him after her death.
Due the circumstances of his birth, Tim was often picked on at school growing up. He internally longed for a ‘real family’ and feels so inferior others. None of which is his fault, but he never could comprehend this and work through these demons he has.
Tim was and still is, in many ways, afraid of sex. Though he so longed for someone hold, caress, and cherish him. Tim’s mother, while not unkind, was not often demonstrative with him, so he craved affection but was so scared try find it. But who did he want this affection from?
Tim’s mother was apt take him probably not fully appropriate places and activities from a young age. At seven, she took Tim to see The Crying Game. Not understanding the movie at all, he was enamored with the lovely young woman, who he somehow comprehended was not a woman. Tim knew not to ask his mother about it, but for it would cross his mind, and he would wonder.
Later, when Tim was in his teens, frequently visiting video stores, he came across many movies with similar themes, and he would spend hours in his bedroom watching them and learning to masturbate. He was so aroused with the ‘woman’ in them. And when it was revealed that they were actually men, he would get hard again.
Since then, Tim preferred those types of movies or clips. The ones showing lovely ‘women’ who, when looking at, you would not consider what they are hiding. When he saw The Danish Girl, he ended up buying the DVD and watching it over and over. She was so lovely. Yes, he understood it was a man, but just so much more delicate and beautiful than the actual women in the film.
The thing was with watching these films, and Tim’s growing feelings of arousal that way, he didn’t equate it with desiring such a person. And even while on camera, it was revealed that they were a man, Tim only saw them in his mind eye as a beautiful woman.
That is just Tim’s makeup, and comprehension of things, which has exploded for him now. So many things are baffling him.
~~~
All this whirls through Tim’s head. Remembering this, as he finishes his run, makes him pant and his heart race. He has never thought about it, but is that who he is attracted to? And what does it mean?
Confused, he doesn’t even stop for coffee for Leslie and him but hurries home and showers. A bit calmer now, he hears his phone ringing. Hoping it’s from Abbie, Tim checks and is a little disappointed to see it’s is Leslie calling, "Morning Tim, I hope you are okay. I heard you come in late last night and then go out earlier. I saw you return a while ago. Is everything fine, do you want to talk?"
A little annoyed about the tabs Leslie seems to be keeping on him, Tim replies in a gruff voice, "Everything thing is fine." But he immediately realizes he does need to talk to Leslie about all this which is happening. In a kinder voice continues, “I just got out of the shower after a long run. I would like to talk to you. Could I come over in a bit? I am sorry, with everything, I did not even stop for coffee.”
Leslie tells him she will put a pot on and make them breakfast and tells him to come over when he is ready. Before leaving, Tim checks his fitness app. He realizes his runs both yesterday and today are at a record pace for him. ‘What is Abbie doing to him? Just how good for him is she?’
Opening the door, Leslie sees Tim looking happier than she thinks he has been since before his mother died. Though below that happiness, she can see into Tim’s soul as she has been able to for so long now. She sees the confusion there too. Smiling internally for the positive, she doesn't say anything.
Leslie serves breakfast and coffee, and they talk in general without touching the subject both are keen to discuss. Abbie.
Knowing Tim so well, Leslie realizes she will have to open the topic, so finally asks. “What happened after our brief talk last night? Did things go, okay?”
Replying, Tim tells her about going back to Abbie’s flat, his almost walking away again, but Abbie opening the door to him. Abbie’s tear-stained face, and the tears he had shed too. And how they just fell to kissing each other really for the first time. Not fully but letting each other know they were ready to start and see what would happen.
Tim realizes that it is so easy to talk about all this with Leslie, and he is not sure why. He would never have been able to talk about this with his mother. Leslie is so accepting and understanding. Now that he has confessed to her, the biggest thing about Abbie, talking about her to Leslie is so easy.
Tim tells Leslie he did apologize for acting so rudely. Leslie again smiles to herself, ‘So like Tim to feel everything is his fault. And he is actually using "her" to describe Abbie. Does Tim realize what a tell that is?’
Flustered, Tim asks Leslie what she thinks, “Is it normal to think of Abbie as a woman despite having a cock and balls? She says to think of her cock as her big clit. Does that make sense?”
Leslie replies, “Yes, with trans, that is a common way to think of it. Actually, women who a femdom role in a relationship and ‘sissify’ their partner refer it that way too.”
Now Tim is totally confused, “Does Abbie want to sissify ?”
Leslie pats Tim’s hand, “No, Tim, that is when a woman dresses a man in women’s underwear and clothing. Abbie is in the female role and wants a man be with her, I am sure that is not anywhere in her wheelhouse of sexual interests.”
Tim starts wonder how Leslie is so knowledgeable about this. He knows she counsels a group at the community center since retiring but is not totally clear what type of group it is. Thinking this, Tim asks, “Leslie, can I ask how you know this? I understand if you don’t want to answer, I’m not trying to pry.”
“Oh, Tim,” Leslie says, “Do you understand the group I run? What is the focus? Or really what my job was when I worked? Or, for that matter, my own inclinations?”
Tim replies, “No, Leslie, I’m not sure I do. I know you worked for and the university and now volunteer some sort of local group but more than that, no.”
Leslie tells Tim her past, well not all of it, but as much as she knows he can handle at this time.
I went college in the seventies. It was the height really of the women’s movement. Women’s Studies programs, and degrees – which I got – just started being accepted as valid programs. It was the Our Bodies, Ourselves era. Sexual exploration was encouraged, well, not as open as today, but lesbian options were prevalent.
And I was easily drawn in. While never thinking of myself as anything other than a woman. I did only want to be with another woman. The one time I had been with a was a disaster. And when soon after I seduced my first woman, I was hooked.
I was, and still am, I guess, a bit of what is considered a butch. Getting a pretty girl succumb my charms, letting more or less be the one in control was my pattern.
Being the ‘butch,’ the more mannish, and dominant partner in the relationship. You know how I dress, almost always in khakis and tee, plaids, or polo shirts. My hair cut shorter, and rarely any makeup. That was .
I never felt I was a man, that is what transgender is. Never even considering surgery make so. No, I just liked taking the dominant role in things, being in charge, the stronger partner.
I was successful in my career, getting my doctorate and teaching woman’s studies, and then LGBT courses. When I retired from the university, I was still recovering from your mother’s death. Needing an outlet of some sort, I began counseling and running sessions at the community center for gays, trans, and even those with different fetishes.
Offering support and understanding about issues with family, community, even themselves. Helping individuals find happiness in who they are and not be ashamed of themselves is the main focus. Understanding that they should not worry about the choices they make. And, no, they should not be judged by anyone.
Suddenly, Tim’s eyes are open to who Leslie really is. It does not bother him in the least. Though there is one somewhat nagging question for him. About Leslie and his mother. They were such close friends all those . Were they more than that? But today is not the moment to go into that. He has so much more to understand about himself.
Tim tentatively asks, “So my worries and concerns are not unknown or new to you? Have you met others like me, unsure of what they are feeling or how to proceed?”
“Well, most people I deal with are gay. They talk from that side. How they are treated at times differently, coming out, being accepted. But they do discuss being with people who are discovering that side of themselves for the first time with them. Which is what you are talking about,” Leslie responds. “You need to consider if you can go into what underneath is really a gay relationship with Abbie.”
Tim quickly says, “But I don’t think of Abbie as a , she is a woman. Am I wrong think that?” But as he says it, he remembers about the movies, and what went through his head while he ran this morning. “Leslie, am I gay?”
“Honey,” Leslie comforts him, “It is going be a very grey area for you. And what type of intercourse you engage in with Abbie. It is one thing suck what you are feeling is her clit - but if underneath you feel it is what it is, you will probably know. And how much farther would you go? It is all where you feel you are stepping over the line.”
She continues, “Often men who engage in threesomes with a woman and another man, acting as the bull for either a ‘sissy’ man or cuckold while letting the man ‘service’ them – suck their cock or finger them, in their mind the ‘bull’ does not feel they are engaging in a homosexual act. Even if in the bull role, they ass fuck the other man. It is all a matter of mindset and denial, really.
“And I guess it is how far you will go, what your personal belief is in reference Abbie. You do think of Abbie as a woman and refer her as ‘she.’ That is the attitude you have now. But is it truly how you see things between you?” Leslie is now making Tim’s mind swirl again with so many variances he has consider.
“Please help understand. I want give her pleasure, and have something real with her,” Tim begs.
“Tim, how much do you know about gays and trans? Or deviant sexual practices? Or, for that matter, sex in general?” Leslie says gently.
Tears in his eyes, Tim admits, “Honestly, very little. What makes it deviant? Is it wrong feel the way I do?”
Leslie can’t help herself, feeling for Tim so, she pulls him in her arms and says, “No, honey. Everyone’s choices should be their own, and no one else’s business. But unfortunately, that is not always the case. And you do need think about how your circle of friends and the world you live in will react. And could you handle it.”
Knowing she has given Tim some hard truths, Leslie is pleased with his response. At least he does want make this work with Abbie. “Will you help ? Help be truthful with myself about all this?” Tim can’t stop himself from going on, “Before knowing the truth, I thought Abbie was a woman, surely others will see the same. Won’t they?”
Leslie ponders a minute to work out how to say what she is thinking. She looks into Tim's eyes and then says, "Tim, Abbie is who she is. The fact she has extra appendages is a fact of nature, similar to some people having blue eyes and others brown. At all times, be honest with her.
“If she is the person for you, then grab hold of her, talk, be open at all times. Treat her as the woman you see her as. Darling boy, there is nothing wrong with you. You are showing a maturity that pleases me. You aren't dismissing Abbie but seriously thinking about her,” Leslie reassures Tim.
“Something you need to think about. Are you attracted to Abbie because of her mind and personality or because of the body you thought she had?" Leslie hones in on the main point.
Looking at Leslie, Tim listens and tries to process everything she says but quickly realizes this raises more questions. Tim sits there, thinking.
This is all too much for me to comprehend. Leslie, a lesbian, and a butch, she says? All the questions she is raising. All I want is to be with Abbie and feel her warm touch. And to make her happy. Happier than she ever has been. Never to have the tears in her eyes over me as she did last night.
Leslie breaks his pondering, “Tim, I think the next step is for you and Abbie to come here for dinner tonight. Abbie, from what you have said, wants you to be fully sure before going forward at all. And perhaps with me as a third party and counselor, we can together address the issues you must come to terms with.”
Tears in his eyes, Tim thanks her, that yes, that might be a starting place.
He hurries home. Tim can’t believe it is already in the afternoon. Have he and Leslie talked that long? He calls Abbie for the first time. This invitation should not be texted. She answers on the second ring and says, “Hello Tim.” His heart surges that she has put his name with his number on her phone and is willing acknowledge she has.
He does find himself stuttering a little, so unsure about her answer, “Abbie, would you join for dinner at my neighbor’s house at five? I know it is a bit strange of an invitation, but she has always been close for and is in a position understand and help try figure out things for us.
“It was her suggestion that we should talk about things, my concerns, yours, and as she is an LGBT counselor, she could help us some,” Tim rambles on.
While Abbie is surprised at this, she never would have thought Tim had such access the LGBT world, her heart thumps thinking about how seriously Tim is taking all this, and what it might mean. “Tim, that sounds like a good idea. A good starting place. What is her address? As you mentioned, it is not a far walk for me,” Abbie tells him.
Mannerly, as he has been brought up, Tim is ready say he would come and get her. But then questions confront him about the darker side of entering into something with Abbie. He becomes chicken thinking about being seen walking down the street with her on his arm or holding his hand. So instead, Tim just gives her the address and says he looks forward to seeing her.
As soon as Tim hangs up the phone from Abbie, he is cursing himself for being so weak and scared. He wants Abbie so much, but he is in conflict with all the issues which have been suggested. He can only hope that Leslie can work magic and help them through many of them tonight. Tim knows it will take time to deal with everything, some not even realized yet.
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Having made the phone call, Tim is pleased and excited at the prospect of seeing Abbie again so soon. But then he starts thinking over the conversation with Leslie. The things she told him to think about.
Is he gay? How can he be? To him, Abbie is a woman. How can that make him gay? Does it matter what label is attached to a potential affair with her? What will others think? Will they realize and stigmatize him as being gay? Should he worry, or is this another example of how he thinks the world sees him?
Already, a lot of the time, he feels people tolerate him being there. Should he really be bothered about what they think? Should he stop trying to please everyone, even if he doesn't really agree with them?
Thinking back, he starts to realize how big the seismic change he has undergone in less than forty-eight hours. Never has he felt so welcomed as he did in going into that bar. The guy opening the door and encouraging him to enter. That man seemed genuinely pleased to see him. Once in there, he felt ‘at home’ like this was ‘his’ bar, and these people were his people.
Then Tim worries, such as he always does, too much over things. ‘Was that man gay and checking me out? Did he think I was too?’
Now, that adds to him wondering, would he feel the same going back again? But if he did, it would be with Abbie, wouldn’t it? Could he make a new circle of friends? Who would help and support him as he comes to terms with the major changes in his life Tim is contemplating making?
Now knowing Leslie is a lesbian, Tim knows she won't think any less of him being with Abbie. That speaks for itself. But being assured one person supports him, is that enough?
Then he worries, is he rushing things? For all he knows, Abbie will reject him. Tim hopes that won't be the case but knows only time will tell.
Thinking this, he looks around and realizes how drab and old his home looks. He keeps the place clean always, as his mother taught him. But it is just dark and unwelcoming really for someone so special to see. How can he bring Abbie there?
Immediately he starts to clean, but all too quickly, it's time to get ready. Jumping again in the shower, his hand with the cloth lingers over washing his cock, remembering Friday night. He does start to harden, but he catches himself, knowing that this isn’t the moment to give in to temptation. Does it now matter that what he thought of Abbie then has altered?
Out of the shower, standing naked, he takes his phone and calls Abbie. He is so stupid and cowardly to not offer to get her to her here. Besides, he should get a bottle of wine for dinner.
“Abbie,” Tim says when she answers, “I am glad I caught you, I hope you haven’t left yet. I will come and get you, so you don’t have trouble finding the place.” Abbie thanks him, and Tim tells her he should be there in about fifteen minutes. Dressing quickly in jeans and a polo shirt, he heads out. He will stop at the shop on the way back to get the wine, so he does not keep Abbie waiting.
~~
When Tim gets to Abbie’s flat, he is disappointed to find her waiting for him in front. He was hoping for a few minutes in her flat kissing and touching before they left. That is out of the question now.
He is a bit more confused when she just takes his hand and shakes it in greeting. Abbie does hold it for a few seconds so he can feel her soft touch. He realizes now that Abbie, not knowing what he has decided, is keeping things non-sexual between them for now.
She does not even take his arm or hand, though he does offer as they walk down the bloc Tim tells Abbie as they approach the market that he needs run in it for a minute. Abbie tells him she too wants to get something. While Tim gets the wine, Abbie goes to the bakery counter and gets a box of pastries.
She explains to Tim they are as thanks to Leslie for having her to dinner. Tim grins that the wine is for that too. Now with packages in hand, they walk the rest of the way. They don’t really talk, rather just enjoy the niceness of being together, flows through them both.
Arriving at Leslie’s house, Tim introduces Abbie, “Leslie, this is Abbie. Abbie, this is my friend Leslie.”
Leslie cuts in, “It’s Les, actually. Tim thinks of me as Leslie, which is fine, but most of my friends call me Les, it fits me more.”
Tim is taken back as the woman who is like a second mother to him has always been Leslie to him. But then he remembers his mother used to call her Les. And Leslie, well Les, would call his mother named Cynthia, Cyn, pronouncing it ‘Sin.’
Les takes them into the dining room, thanking both for their offerings. She has Tim open the wine while getting the rest of the food for the table. “Let’s eat and get to know each other some before we get to the real conversation,” Les proposes.
Over dinner and dessert, they chat amicably. Abbie is open about her past. Les immediately realizes that Abbie is American, not British, and asks how Abbie came to be here now.
Abbie tells them both about her past, helping Tim to know her more.
I was born and grew up in a rural area of Nebraska. Wheat and corn country. The farm belt of America. But also the Bible belt too. When I realized in my teens how I really felt about myself and my disposition, it was not too keenly accepted.
My family has a large agricultural establishment, so we were not hurting for in the least. When I finished high school, I went east college. My parents were glad. They could not accept that I felt l was more a woman than the they had. They supported through college, and when in my senior year, I was offered a scholarship study in London, I jumped at the opportunity.
Having half the world between and my family was the perfect solution for them. I would still be ‘Abe’ them but now could freely transform Abbie. In London, I soon found a gay and trans community which I immersed myself in.
When I graduated eight ago, I began working in London for a branch of the same organization I do now. I worked my way up in about four when I was offered the office administrator job at the location here. I jumped at the opportunity as I knew this would be a quieter, more relaxed community than the hustle and bustle of the city. And I was assured that this was a somewhat LGBT accepting place to live. And the promotion was nothing to sneeze at either.
Since I came to the UK, I started dressing as a woman more and more. I began letting my hair grow and started having my body hair regularly removed by laser. It wasn’t twenty-four/seven yet but moving towards that.
Before I did take the position here, the organization allowed me a leave of absence long enough to have breast surgery. After that, I completely changed my wardrobe to all-female attire. So I have been here for about now, as Abbie has arrived.
My apartment is convenient for work, right on the bus line, and with some nice places for me spend leisure time accessible by walking or short bus rides. Nice places like where we met Tim the other night.
After Abbie finishes her history, Les tells Abbie some about her past, much what she told Tim this morning. Abbie asks Les if she is seeing anyone now. Les replies, not for about eight or so now, but she realizes she should begin make an effort again.
Tim is silent about his past, it is something he needs share with Abbie, but much of it is hard for him talk about, it will take time for him feel ready open up. Leslie knows this, and Abbie somehow quickly picks up on it too.
So the conversation turns to the real things they need to talk about. Tim does hesitantly tell Abbie he wants to be with her, to see if something could develop between them. He does think of Abbie as ‘she'. Though he understands, in reality, he has to accept her as ‘him’ also. He tells he is still not sure how well he will accept the possible stigma being in such a relationship will put on him, but he does want to try.
At about this point, Tim excuses himself to the bathroom. While he is gone, quietly and quickly, Les explains one part of Tim’s past to Abbie.
“Tim is illegitimate Abbie. His mother had an affair with a married man in middle age and was surprised at Tim being the result. The man stepped out of their lives quickly, so Tim has only had his mother, and me, as his support and family. He always felt, and still feels, people look down on him about this. So making this type of decision about you is a big step. And may take time,” Les says.
Abbie nods in understanding. She will wait until Tim is able to tell her this himself, but it is good to know. It helps in understanding what Tim is really going through, making such a major life decision. And in such a few short hours really.
Tim comes back, and Les encourages them both to talk about their concerns, expectations, and hopes. Abbie assures Tim that they will take it very slowly for him. So he will not be scared or hurt. Tim is grateful.
Then Abbie takes a paper from her purse, “Tim, this is a certificate stating that I have been tested and STD free. It was done a couple of weeks ago, and I have not been with anyone since then. As the testing is available at the organization where I work, I do it regularly to be sure.”
Tim realizes Abbie has been much more sexually active than he has been. When she asks if he has ever been tested, he turns bright red. But he pulls himself together enough to confess, and in front of Leslie too. “No, I haven’t, but I think I should be right away. I haven’t had much of a sex life except me jerking off from time to time. But about twice a year for the last four or five, I do have such a strong urge for contact and sex with someone else. Because of that, I go to a ,” Tim says in a low voice.
Abbie smiles so lovingly at him and covers his hand. “Tim, that is very understandable. Everyone needs physical contact and release at times. Considering what is available, sometimes it requires the solution you have used,” Abbie comforts him. “Yes, you should be checked right away, though. I’ll tell you what, tomorrow, after you get off work, come to the hospital where the organization is located. You know the hospital, don’t you?” Abbie inquires.
Tim now knows where Abbie works, and it is only a couple of stops past where he gets off. He could even walk there, and then, for sure, Abbie and he could ride home together. He tells her yes and listens to her direction as to where to go in the building.
Abbie explains that he will have to give a urine sample and have a blood test. Both can be done in about fifteen minutes. And his results will be available the next day. She can even bring the envelope with the results to him if he signs a release for her to pick them up.
All seems settled about this, and Les compliments Abbie for being health-conscious and knowing this is a major concern in the gay community, especially. Though she does add that the sexually active community as a whole, when having multiple partners, should be just as diligent and concerned.
Abbie agrees, and the conversation shifts to issues in the communities in which both Les and Abbie wor Tim follows the conversation, learning and absorbing more and more about these subsections of the general population.
At about eight after a final glass of sherry each, Tim tells Leslie he is going walk Abbie home, as it is now getting dark out. Abbie and Tim depart, both feeling much better about starting this relationship between them.
Outside, Abbie asks which house is Tim’s. Tim the house the left of Leslie’s as they stand looking at them. “One day, I would like you come see the house, but I would like get it cleaned up more before I do,” Tim tells her.
As they turn head Abbie’s flat, she takes his hand and squeezes it as they wal It feels so good and right Tim. He is so happy he starts swing their arms a little.
At her apartment, Abbie invites Tim in. He readily agrees, and as soon as the door is closed, he has Abbie in his arms and is kissing her deeply and passionately. Abbie does not hold back and returns the furor.
Somehow they do make it over the couch, and Tim sits down, holding Abbie standing between his legs. “Abbie, could I see it?” he asks shyly.
‘It’ what does Tim mean?
Then Abbie understands and lifts her dress up her waist. She is hard now from their kissing, and her cock/clit is outlined in her silk panties. Tim lifts his hand, and his fingers brush over it. Feeling the shaft, up the glans which he rubs gently, then back down. He does not touch Abbie’s balls, though. He is not ready for that.
Abbie can tell Tim is hard too from the bulge in his pants. She asks if he would like to open or take off his pants so it doesn’t strain against him too much? Tim moves his hands and undoes his trousers and takes them and his shoes off. He does keep his boxers on, but his glans is sticking out just a bit.
Tim turns his attention back to Abbie’s crotch. “May I take your panties off?” he asks.
Abbie smiles at him and nods, thinking what a sweet, polite man he is. But so unsure. Give him time, he will know what is allowed without asking permission.
After one more soft caress over it as Tim sighs deeply, he moves his fingers up in the band of the panties, sliding his hands back to cup Abbie’s ass cheeks as he slowly lowers the panties. Rubbing her cheeks, then thighs feeling their smoothness as his erection increases. Over her calves, then helps Abbie step out of them and her shoes.
Abbie lifts her dress over her head and drops it. Now Tim can fully see her in just lace bra, garter belt, and silk stockings.
Tim is in awe as he looks at her smooth, hairless mons. Abbie’s skin looks so soft and lovely. At first, he is afraid to touch, but then Abbie takes his hand and brings it to her stomach for him to start there. Once she has him rubbing in a gentle pattern, she directs his hand down to run back and forth across her mons.
Both are sighing.
Tim looks at Abbie and sees while not a bad size, even erect as it is now, she is not very long, maybe only about five inches. And not too much girth. Her balls actually are small too, about the size of pinballs. Thinking of this as Abbie’s clit could be possible.
Abbie asks Tim, “Do you want to touch my clit? You do need to treat it as one. I like it when it is done that way. Do you know how to with a clit?”
The last question Abbie asks very kindly, knowing now that Tim might not know how do certain things. Even with a woman, or for that matter might never have. So she wants him feel comfortable telling her and asking for help do the right thing.
Looking deep into Abbie’s eyes, Tim shakes his head no. She just smiles at him, leans and kisses him, and tells him that is fine, she will show him how.
And Tim’s first lesson begins.
Abbie shows him how to just hold the glans in his fingers, rubbing around and around. Over the slit and pressing in it a little. When a little precum appears, she directs him to hold the glans, the tip of her clit she calls it, in the palm of his hand. Then she has his fingers rub and circle around the bottom half.
She uses language for him to think he is pleasuring her clit, and he is a quick study and is soon making Abbie writhe in delight. She knows she is not far from coming now, so she shows him how to back off a bit to slow the elation letting the arousal ride through her a second or third time.
After about twenty minutes of instruction, Abbie takes Tim’s hand away, telling him he can more in a bit, but she wants him do something for her now. Tim pouts a little but removes his hand as Abbie sits down beside him.
Abbie says, “Tim, all men like be jerked in different ways. The ways they like the best make them cum. And how they pull back let the arousal linger. Just like I like be touched like it is my clit, in a different manner than just squeezing and moving up and down the shaft. I need you to show how you like it done, so I know what you enjoy the best.”
Tim realizes, first, that yes, he has been jerking someone’s coc But him, it is his darling Abbie’s clit. This is a fine line he is beginning wal Second, he is being requested wank himself in front of someone else. Something he never did. But it is Abbie requesting he do it, and he can deny her nothing.
Lifting his ass, he takes his boxers down his calves. As Abbie watches closely, Tim begins place his hand on his prick and squeeze and wank it. After several yanks, Tim takes his hand and smacks his glans and sides of his shaft. Rather hard, before returning tug it. This back and forth between jerking and smacking go on for several minutes.
“Sweetie,” Abbie asks gently, “Why do you slap yourself so? Does that add your pleasure? Is it something you want me do?”
Tim realizes for the first time that this part of him wanking is like a punishment for doing such a thing himself. But at the same time, he does feel a satisfying sexual stirring from it too. He tries to explain this to Abbie, and she leans and kisses his lips, then his cheeks, eyes, and forehead while stroking his face.
“I understand, honey. It is, as all things sexual, such a mixed bag of emotions involved. And we all bring our histories with us. Do you want me to try and wank you now? Do you want me to spank your cock too? Tell me how hard,” Abbie comforts him.
Tim looking in her eyes, with tears, tells her he would like her to, both. Abbie laughs and moves his hand back over her clit as she firmly grasps his shaft in hers. Tim knows that Abbie is not laughing at him, just from the joy of the moment.
This is the first time he doesn’t feel someone is judging him and feeling he doesn’t measure up.
“Actually Tim, not tonight, but I think I might like feel you slapping my clit some too, so I can experience what that feels like,” Abbie tells him as for the first time he feels the palm of her hand smack against his cock sending tremors through his whole body.
Life could not be any better.
For the next hour, Tim and Abbie mutually masturbate each other in their preferred manner. Slowing often to allow this journey to last. Together they cum spurting their juices on their stomachs. Abbie gets a wet rag and returns, wiping herself off and then Tim. She has thrown a short robe on over her undies, but it is still opened some.
As she cleans his cock and balls, Abbie says, “Next time we will use oil when we do this. It makes everything feel even more lovely.” Tim is overjoyed to hear this. There will be a next time. And the idea of using oil. That would be something new to experience.
Abbie helps Tim back into his shorts and trousers, taking her time tucking him in and zipping him up. This will become the normal course of things for them. Tim comes to realize Abbie does like dressing and adjusting him, and he loves her doing it.
Tim does not want to leave, but it is now after ten and knows he must. They both need to be up in the morning to catch the bus. And knowing they will definitely be together on the ride home too sends surges of happiness through Tim.
As they kiss in parting, Abbie tells him, “I will be sure to save you a seat next to me on the bus tomorrow morning.”
That promise is enough for Tim to return home, feeling he is floating on air.
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Tim and Abbie 02: Saturday
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Posted:Aug 23, 2020 11:30 am
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The next day can’t pass quickly enough for Tim. He goes through his closet, trying decide on what wear. In the end, he puts on khakis and a light blue button-down shirt. He leaves a couple open at the nec He grabs a navy-blue blazer finish the loo
Abbie spends a good deal of time preparing for their date also. Deciding on a nice flower print sleeveless dress, low-neck like all the dresses Abbie wears. Cinching at the waist with a flowing bottom half.
Abbie spends time spreading lotion all over. Abbie had professional laser hair removal of all body hair. It cost a bit, but only is needed about once every six months and is so worth it considering how soft and smooth it leaves Abbie’s body.
Hair curled and styled, then makeup. It has to look perfect tonight, Abbie thinks. A spray of perfume and Abbie is ready by a quarter to six.
Tim had texted he would walk over to pick her up at six, he has a cab scheduled to pick them up from Abbie’s flat at six-fifteen.
Abbie busies herself as she waits. Meanwhile, Tim is getting nervous about what could be ahead as he waits until that same time to begin heading to Abbie’s flat. He knows it won’t take long to get there, so he strolls the few blocks slowly.
His stomach is flipping on him and all aflutter. This is the first date he has been on in . Tim stops at the little shop on the corner of Abbie’s block and purchases a bouquet of pink daisies and violet lilacs. He feels a bit silly carrying them, but it is only a half a block to Abbie’s building.
Arriving moments before six, Tim rings the buzzer, and Abbie tells him to come in. Abbie’s flat is on the third floor to the right off the elevator. When Tim gets to Abbie’s door and knocks, Abbie opens the door right away.
Abbie leans up to greet him with a kiss on Tim’s cheek as he fumbles to present her with the flowers. Abbie invited him in, thanking him for the lovely bouquet. Abbie tells him to have a seat and goes out of the room with the flowers.
Tim sits on the couch. Abbie returns in a few minutes with the flowers in a vase and sets it on the table. Tim is a little disappointed as Abbie takes a seat in the chair across from him. He had hoped she would sit next to him on the couch, close. But seeing her cross her shapely legs in front of him and her leaning forward when she talked gave him a nice view of her boobs.
It is only minutes before Tim receives a that the cab is waiting outside. He and Abbie go down, and he holds the cab door for her slide in. Him behind her. They are sitting close now, Abbie’s thigh is right next his, and as she settles herself in the cab, Tim is thrilled feeling her rub against him.
He tells the driver the name of a very nice restaurant as their destination. Abbie is impressed. Tim is an excellent date.
They have a lovely dinner talking and laughing like the night before. As they walk out of the restaurant after, Tim tries take Abbie’s hand hold. Instead, Abbie hooks her hand on his arm. Well, it was something.
Back at Abbie’s flat, Tim sees her up and after the door is opened steps in behind Abbie. Abbie thanks him for the wonderful evening and the flowers. Tim, in return, reaches lean in and kiss Abbie for the first time. As he approaches close, Abbie turns, and all he kisses is a chee A bit disappointed, say the least, Tim looks quizzically at Abbie.
“Tim, I need make something clear you before this goes any farther, some sit down,” Abbie says, and they both go the couch now.
Tim is totally confused and scared. ‘Is Abbie going to tell him she’s not interested and doesn’t want to see him again?’
Abbie starts, “Tim, I really like you, and I hope we can see each other more and more. Well, more than just see each other. But I can’t start anything with you until you fully know about . This is , this is how I always dress and live. But, you see, we both have the same equipment, you could say.”
Now Tim is totally confused and doesn’t comprehend what Abbie is saying.
“Tim,” Abbie explains, “I am a trans, a man in that department, but I have had breast surgery and view myself as a woman. I dress like this all the time. One of the things the organization I work for does is helps trans transition how they want, with counseling and arranging surgeries. I have a penis and balls, which I will never change, but I do have a love hole, just a little different for a man to enjoy. The prick being there too can, at times, add to the fun.”
Tim goes pale, realizing what Abbie is telling him. He barely hears Abbie go on as there is a ringing in his ears, and his stomach is churning. Strangely though, through all this, he feels himself beginning to be aroused.
“Tim, are you alright? Do you need time to think about this?” Abbie asks, placing a hand on his arm.
Tim stands and tells Abbie he needs to go and hurries from her flat. Tears form in Abbie’s eyes at Tim’s reaction.
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In his rush to leave, Tim takes the stairs instead of the elevator. By the time he reaches the second-floor landing, his eyes are blurred from tears. He sits on the stairs and thinks about all that just happened. How?
With tears in his eyes, Tim looks at their conversation from the night before. Then at the picture Abbie sent. Even knowing Abbie is trans, he finds his cock hardening as she still excites him.
Bewildered by this, he calls his neighbor Leslie, asking her advice. Actually, Leslie is more than just a neighbor. She is more of a second mother him. Especially since his mother died ago. When things get too much for him to handle and he needs help to straighten them out so he can understand and react appropriately, Tim often finds himself turning to Leslie.
After telling her what he just learned, she suggests he thinks about why he is attracted to Abbie. Through all of his confusion, he still thinks of Abbie as a beautiful woman. Despite her having a cock and balls. Explaining this to Leslie, she suggests he go back and talk with Abbie, explain why he is perplexed.
So, about twenty minutes later, Tim returns to Abbie’s door. He hesitates before knocking. Fearing rejection because he ran away, Tim half turns after he knocks. Before he runs again, the door opens. Tim sees that Abbie's makeup is smudged from crying; Tim can't help but start to cry himself again.
As he does, he says, "I'm so sorry, Abbie. I didn't know how to react to what you told , and I panicked. I don't want hurt you. I hate that I caused you cry. You are too beautiful to cry. Please, please forgive . Please can I come in, and can we talk more?"
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As Tim apologizes, he pulls Abbie into his arms and kisses her. The feel of her soft lips on his rougher ones thrills him. Abbie is and will be ‘she’ to him. They will figure out the other things. Which does seem to excite him every time he considers that.
He pulls back before they open their mouths to each other and takes his thumb and wipes the smeared mascara from under Abbie’s eyes.
“Abbie, we might have to take things slow to start as this is all new to me. Shit, even if you were a woman, it would probably be the same. I haven’t even dated that much, let alone had sex with a woman. And about your added features, I realize I don’t care about that really, but need time to absorb,” Tim tells her.
Abbie is so overjoyed that Tim came back and so soon and is willing, it seems, to try to see where this could lead. She takes his face between her hands and kisses him again, with closed lips, long and hard.
Pressing her body against his, Abbie feels his hard-on growing. And truth be told, so is hers. Abbie takes his hand and leads him back to the couch. This time they do sit with their thighs touching. Both feeling shivers run through their bodies.
Abbie puts her hand on Tim’s thigh and rubs it lightly, up to where his prick is bulging a bit and just softly runs her hand over it.
‘Oh goodness, he is so nice sized,’ Abbie realizes. And as electric shockwaves run through her, Abbie realizes that with Tim, she will be feeling like a woman always. She would be ‘she’ to him. And with that, more tears come to her eyes. Tim worries, seeing this, takes Abbie in his arms and strokes her back, asking what is wrong.
“Tim, we can take it as slow as you need to. I am just so happy that you do see me as a woman you can care about and be with,” Abbie tells him.
As she goes on, she lifts Tim’s hand and moves it to her growing cock, saying, “Please don’t be afraid. This is me, so you know. Sometimes in relationships like this, it is thought of more as my ‘big clit.’ You would pleasure it similar to how you would any woman’s clit. And my vag is just a little farther back for you to enjoy any way you want also.”
This is a lot for Tim to comprehend. Feeling Abbie’s soft hand over his running it back and forth across over her dress and panties, yes, it will be her big clit to him. He is not scared or repulsed. He can feel that Abbie isn’t that largely endowed, but then perhaps she is not fully aroused now. But compared to his eight-inch cock, which has a wide girth, Abbie is probably only six inches and not as thick at all.
So yes, it will be her clit that does seem to swell when aroused.
Tim has indulged in watching some porn over the . Especially since so much is now out there on the internet. He has seen women whose clits supposedly got rather large when stimulated, Tim was never sure if that was really true how large they looked, but now he could just imagine that Abbie was one of those types of women.
Somehow more and more, he is coming imagine a wonderful future with Abbie being just what he needs. As he strokes Abbie’s clit, her hand returns stroking his cock, both fully clothed, still but it feels so good, Tim’s mind wanders a bit for a minute.
Is perhaps Abbie what he has always been looking for? The care she takes with her appearance. Always whenever he has seen her, she is dressed so nice and sexy, and her makeup and hair done perfection. Does it matter him that Abbie has a cock and balls? Would that add what develops between them? And in what way?
Tim kisses Abbie over and over. Each time, their mouths open just a little more, until he finally sticks his tongue into her mouth and deeply French kisses her. It does pass fleetingly through Tim’s mind that he was kissing a man this way. No, it is his Abbie. And he is a little shocked that just with that passing thought his cock gets even harder.
Tim takes Abbie’s hand from his crotch and moves back a little. He blushes and says, “Abbie, that is feeling so good, and I don’t want it to stop, but I am going to cum if we don’t, and I don’t want to be embarrassed or make a mess.”
Abbie hugs him tight, “Oh Tim, sweetie, I don’t want you to feel that way at all. We can stop before you do, though I am getting close with your touch too; or I can undo your pants and take them down to help you finish, I can get a towel.” Abbie jumps up and is soon back with a towel.
“But what about you?” Tim asks.
“Don’t worry, I can cum in my panties, it will catch most so not to spill on my dress. It is actually rather enjoyable when I cum that way. But I don’t want you to stain your pants,” Abbie giggles.
And with her laughter, Tim feels so much better and lifts his hands to unbuckle his belt to start. Abbie moves his hands away and undoes it for him, saying, “Let me get your big guy out, it feels wonderful from what I can tell.”
So Tim, who would have never imagined yesterday afternoon what was now happening. That by the next night, he would be in a gorgeous woman’s (to him) flat like this. Her unzipping and lowering his pants, so his hard-on is on full display.
Abbie gasps as it pops out at her as Tim lifts his ass so she can pull his pants and underwear down. She lets out a deep sigh as she feels precum drips from her. She shuddered at how magnificent it looks to her.
Abbie can’t help herself and lowers her head and just gently kisses Tim’s glans. Licking the precum that is there also from it. Tim is now the one to tremble. ‘Oh, please, control myself, so I don’t cum too soon like last night. I am so close to the brink,’ Tim thinks.
Abbie puts the towel over Tim’s thighs and under his testes. She begins to caress his balls with one hand while the other squeezes around the bottom of his shaft and begins to jerk him. Very slowly, at first, as she can see, Tim is in a high state of arousal. His neck and face are flushed a deep rose, and his breathing is labored.
Tim can’t speak at the moment. This is the greatest feeling ever, he thinks. Abbie’s soft hands on his cock and balls, looking down at her intensely staring at his prick, he can see down her dress and worship her breasts.
He knows he said he needed to take it slow, but he so wants to kiss, knead, and suck those tits. But he will pace himself, not yet.
Too soon, he erupts. His cum spreads all over Abbie’s hands and the towel. He begins apologizing for making the mess, and to himself curses his cumming so soon.
In response, Abbie just smiles at him and lifts her fingers to her lips and licks his cum from them. She moves her hand back to scoop up some more, saying, “Tim, you taste very good. Have you ever tasted your own cum? Would you like to?” As she holds her fingers in front of his face.
Mesmerized, not believing he is doing so, never had he before, Tim allows Abbie to stick her dripping cum covered fingers in his mouth, and he licks them clean. The taste of his own cum is amazing.
To be truthful, he had never tasted anyone’s cum before, or female, as it just wasn’t considered with the girls he had been with. No oral sex with them at all, and only once did one in college go down on him for a couple of minutes. There had been a few after over the , but that was pretty much just fucking them.
finish this astounding night off, Abbie takes her hand and sticks it up her dress. Tim sees her fingers wiggling at her crotch. When her hand comes back out, it is again covered in sticky cum.
“I came when you did Tim, over the excitement of the moment. Would you like to taste mine too?” Abbie asks, again holding her fingers in front of him, but this time a bit away in case it was going too far for him.
Like a bird, Tim opens his mouth and leans to Abbie’s fingers and lick them clean. As much as he enjoyed his own cum, the slightly different taste of Abbie is like an elixir to him. He wants to ask for more, but that will come in time.
“Sweetie,” Abbie begins, “I would love for you to spend the night with me. Don’t worry, not anything, just cuddling together. But, I think perhaps tonight you need to go home and contemplate what we together would mean. In the light of day tomorrow, you might feel very differently. I will understand and will remember this night with affection. But, after really, really, thinking about things, if you do want us to go forward, let me know. Though please do that you got home okay tonight, it is so late.”
Saying this, Abbie kisses Tim deeply and long, showing the passion that was in her. Tim responded in kind. Regretfully, they stand as Tim knows what Abbie is saying makes sense. He does really have to be sure about this, talk with Leslie more, but it does feel so right at the moment.
As they stand, Abbie pulls Tim’s pants up for him. Gently adjusting his ball and prick in his underwear. Squeezing them gently as if say, ‘until the next time.’ And zipping and buckling him in.
They walk to the door arm in arm. There they cling to each other kissing more. Finally, Abbie pulls back and again thanks him for the flowers and dinner. Finishing saying, “And thank you for coming back as you did, and all that followed. Please know I will understand if you change your mind, but I really hope you don’t.”
Tim responds, “I don’t want to either, but you are right that I do need to think this through totally and what it means, from all perspectives. I will tomorrow truly think about it all with a clear head. And whatever I decide, I will let you know. And understand, and believe me, this has been the best night of my life.”
One more long, deep kiss and Tim leaves. He begins thinking about all this that has unfolded tonight as he walks home. He doesn’t care about Abbie being a man, which does amaze him realizing it. Abbie is the woman he wants and has dreamed of. And he realizes that those dreams might have included that added feature which Abbie has.
But, the question is, how far will he be comfortable and willing to go? Could he fuck Abbie as how it would happen? Would he ever feel comfortable sucking her ‘big clit’? Or, for that matter, even stroking and pleasuring it? He knows that for Abbie to get the same satisfaction from things between them, he will have to do those things. It is only fair. And if nothing else, Tim always has and is, a fair and honorable man.
And for that matter. Would he at some time want Abbie to fuck him? Oh, he knows he wants to feel her lovely lips on his coc When she leaned and kisses his tip, it was a wonderful prelude what could come.
And his friends, acquaintances, colleagues, could he introduce Abbie them as his girlfriend? Would any of them suspect? Tim realizes now that he was rather blind that fact, mesmerized by the beauty Abbie created. Would others only see it that way? Or would the truth be realized by them? And would he care if they did know the truth?
By the time Tim gets home, his mind is whirling with all the considerations be thought about. He does remember Abbie that he is home. After sending it, he is a bit embarrassed again by how he started the message, but it is how he feels right now.
Tim: Darling, I am safely home. Again, thank you for everything. And I will think about this all very carefully. Talk you soon.
Abbie: Thank you too. I am glad you are home for the night. Sweet dreams, my sweetie.
Tim gets undressed and climbs into bed. As sleep begins to overtake him, he still is thinking about what others would think or know, and a wonderful thought comes to him; besides talking with Leslie about this tomorrow, I will have her meet Abbie first, and she can tell me if we would be exposed or not.
Happy now, Tim falls asleep dreaming about Abbie’s kisses and hand on his coc He will wake up a wet spot on his bed.
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Tim and Abbie 01: Friday
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Posted:Aug 22, 2020 2:04 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2020 11:32 am
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In the bedroom, Abbie, just turning thirty and starting be unsure if still desired, finishes applying the last of the makeup. The lips, always the last. Starting with the brows, then mascara, the eyeshadow, eyeliner. Down the powder and blush. Abbie really wishes didn’t need as much as that, but it is necessary create the allusion.
And now that the lipstick is added as the finishing touch, steps into the rather short dress, well mid-thigh, low neck to show off the new firm breasts enclosed in a lace shelf bra. The silk panties and sheer stockings attached to the garter belt finishes the loo Yes, still have a come-hither look attract someone.
Well, a little is pressing against the panties, but the flowing bottom of the dress will hide that.
Ready, Abbie walks down about a half a block from the apartment. The bus comes, Abbie climbs on and walks toward the back, not really paying attention to anyone. In a couple of miles, Abbie stands and walks forward to get off the bus at that stop. Abbie does feel someone coming down the aisle also and getting off. But Abbie but doesn’t look bac Within a block, Abbie is at the entrance of the club. Abbie’s favorite bar hangout on a Friday night. Not that anything had happened that way in a while. But Abbie on Fridays, like this, is always hopeful.
Abbie finds a barstool to perch on near the bar stand. This is always a prime spot for chatting with those coming up for a drin Or the barmaids getting an order for the tables.
Truth be told, Abbie is not picky, while liking the men the best, Abbie could enjoy a woman if they became interested. Abbie is a slut in any way you want to take it. But is happy with any encounter found. Sometimes Abbie gets caught up thinking, ‘this is the one,’ but no relationship really lasts that long.
Abbie looks so good tonight. There is a glow. Not totally aware, Abbie is primed to get more than ever could be imagined tonight, and in a way, best enjoyed.
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Meanwhile, Tim comes home from work for the day, thirty-four, a shy, bit naïve, young man. Well, no, not so young anymore, but just not that experienced yet. The weekend ahead of him. And he has come to hate this time. Just sitting around with no real direction. Or giving in and going out with his mates, which never really feels filling enough.
So wanting someone to share things. And sex. That is something Tim longs for. The few times he has never lasted long. He has this strange longing he can’t even express to himself about what he really wants.
No, this weekend will be different. Tim is going to go out tonight and find someone, someone, to love tonight. Okay, perhaps not ‘love’ but to hopefully go all the way or close to with.
So the dance is primed to begin.
After an earlier stop, Tim stands at the entrance of the club. Not really understanding what type of club it really is, he walks in. The first thing he sees as his eyes adjust to the light is the profile of this exquisite woman at the bar. One long leg crossed over the other, her dress lifted some from the stool that he can glimpse a bit of the top of her stocking and thigh showing.
Her breasts, while not that large, see to stand up in her low-cut dress, giving off much more than a hint of her cleavage.
Tim is hooked. Just from seeing her from afar, he feels something swelling in his pants. Well, not ‘something’ he knows what is happening, and he stands there for a minute, thank goodness it is dark in here, composing himself.
The thing is he knows who she is. Not, ‘who’ she is, but for months he has gazed longingly at her as she rides the same bus back and forth to work with him. Many nights he has envisioned her, and he had seen her tonight on the bus going the other way when he took the bus this evening.
He can’t believe his good luck, no one is sitting next to this vision. Once more in hand, shall we say, Tim walks to the bar trembling the whole way and pulls out the seat next to this beauty.
As Tim sits and swirls in the seat, he bumps against Abbie’s leg.
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Finally, the workday is over. Tim shuts down his computer and heads out the door.
Tim is thirty-four. About six feet tall with brown hair and a goatee beard. He is a slight bit overweight, a tiny beer gut beginning to show. Overall nicely built, and rather attractive, though not that stylish or well-groomed.
He doesn’t realize how attractive he is, much like he is unsure of many things. Due to the nature of his birth and upbringing, he is shy and quite naive. He often feels people are judging him harshly and so his on life is not the best. Nor has it helped him gain confidence in the skills, abilities, he possesses. Making him not try achieve more in life or develop a true relationship.
As he prepares leave work for the weekend, a lingering thought comes back his mind. ‘What is it,' he wonders? 'Why do I feel on edge this evening? All that is ahead is a usual Friday night at the pub.’
Tonight, on a whim, he heads to the barber to get a haircut and his beard trimmed. Even doing so, though, Tim does need to be groomed some in his dress and overall appearance. Tim wonders why he felt to do that tonight? As far as he knows, ahead lies an evening in the pub with guys he thinks of as friends. Stopping at the barber’s makes him catch a later bus than usual going home.
At home, after eating, he showers. While often disheveled looking cleanliness is important to him and has become a habit. He hopes there will be a reason for the effort he has taken tonight but doubts it.
Having got dressed in a shirt and casual trousers, he heads out the door to get the bus to the pub. Sitting, he remembers that redhead who is often on the bus when he goes to work each day. That is in the other direction than where he is headed tonight.
Every time Tim sees her, he wonders, ‘Today, will she notice me? Will I have the courage to sit next to her?’ Up until now, he has just worshiped her from afar. Even when a seat is open next to her, he stumbles back behind her, or across the aisle at best. He is too scared to ever approach her.
As the bus pulls up to a stop a couple after Tim got on, he notices her there waiting. He is amazed to see her at this time of day and on the bus. It is like he conjured her up thinking about her. Tim regretted not catching a glimpse of her on his way home from work due to taking a later bus, but to be rewarded with seeing her now.
She gets on seeming deep in thought as she usually appears. She walks down the bus past him without a loo Tim sits there, shaking a bit with the realization she is so close again. She is up and getting off before him at the same stop. He walks behind her at a distance.
Tim watches as she walks into a club near the bus stop. He is rather surprised by her going there. He has heard a few things about that pub but does not know if they are true or not. Surely pubs like that only exist in cities and not a town like the one he lives in.
He thinks, one day, I’ll have the courage to go in there and find out, but not today. My pals are waiting. Now with the added incentive seeing that she goes there, perhaps one day it will happen.
Getting to his pub, down the street a bit, he finds his friends are already there. By the looks of it, they have been there a couple of hours already. As usual, some of them are trying to chat up women. This bothers Tim as most doing it are married to nice women but seem to think that cheating on their wives is no big thing.
Tim joins the table, and their chat but he doesn't really feel in a mood for their normal laddish tal After a couple of pints, he decides he has had enough and leaves.
Getting outside, Tim decides walk for a bit, a couple of bus stops even. Maybe stopping and getting some cans to take home. Perhaps all tonight will be is just watching one of his favorite videos while wanking himself. As he walks, the redhead comes back into his head, someone who does feature in his fantasies since he started seeing her on the bus.
Without realizing it, Tim is soon approaching that club, the one he saw the redhead of his dreams enter earlier. Maybe it's the beer, but he finds himself walking towards its entrance. Realizing what he is doing, he hesitates, but then the door opens, and a man walks out. Holding the door, the man smiles and says, "Go on, go in, they won't bite."
Smiling at Tim, he holds the door, waiting to see what Tim will do.
Emboldened by this guy's friendly encouragement, Tim goes through the door. Taking a few seconds to adjust to the dim interior, Tim looks around. The pub is busy, but the general feeling is one of friendliness.
Going further in, he heads to the bar to get a drin Looking for a space, he sees one beside a woman on her own. As he approaches, he realizes it’s the red-headed woman from the bus. What are the chances that the opportunity of sitting next her is before him now?
Tim tells himself, ‘Don’t be an ass and miss this chance. Take it, it is like fate tonight.’ Tim screwing up his courage, continues to the bar, wondering what to say.
As he leans towards the bar, she swings around, holding her drin Accidentally, Tim bumps against her leg, spilling her drin Thinking he has blown any chance, he quickly apologizes and offers buy her a replacement.
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Tim reaches the bar stand and grabs some napkins and begins wipe the liquid from the redhead’s thigh. In seconds, as he feels her firm thigh under her dress, he realizes how bold he just was and perhaps inappropriate. His hand flies back, and he blushed deeply, apologizing even more.
The woman laughs deeply in a sing-song manner and tells him sit down. As Tim does, she reaches out her hand shake his. Her nails are not too long, but nicely polished.
“I guess after that beginning I should introduce myself. I am Abbie, and you are?” Abbie says.
“I’m Tim,” he stammers out, “And please, let me buy you a drink to replace the one destroyed.” Abbie still lingers, holding his hand tightly, looking Tim in the eyes and realizing he is a rather attractive man in a way. And seems somewhat familiar.
The waitress comes over, and Tim motions her to get Abbie another drink and him a pint. After wiping up after the spilled drink, the waitress clears the mess and brings them their drinks,
Abbie finally let’s go of Tim’s hand, which he regrets, he did like holding her hand, so soft and smooth. He realizes he still has the napkin that he rubbed her thigh with, in his other hand, and for some reason just sticks it in his pocket as a souvenir of this meeting.
“Tim, I seem to recognize you for some reason. Do you come here often? No, I don’t think it wasn’t here that I saw you. But somewhere I think,” Abbie ponders.
Tim blushes and tells her, “We seem to ride the same bus often, I remember seeing you getting on and off, even this evening.”
“But that was over an hour ago, have you been someplace else?” Abbie inquires.
“I was at another pub having a couple of drinks with my mates, but I was just not into it that much tonight and was walking towards home when I came across this place and decided to come in for another drink before heading home,” Tim tells her.
“I’m very glad you did,” Abbie tells him as a hand moves to caress his thigh now. Tim jumps a little at the touch but welcomes it as it feels so nice what Abbie is doing. And he had rubbed her thigh already.
Too soon, Abbie moves it away and picks up the drink to sip. Tim gives out a small sigh of regret when it’s removed. Abbie smiles at him over the drin
‘This guy is a real possibility. I am a bit surprised he would frequent this place, but I guess he is interested, I think,’ Abbie pondered.
“Tell about yourself, Tim,” Abbie prompts him.
Tim begins tell her a bit about his job, what he does. How he lives alone now. Never married and only dated a girl in high school and then one for a while in college really. Since working, he allows it fill his time, along with a night out with his pals now and then.
As he tells this, he can’t keep his eyes off Abbie. Looking down at her shapely ankles and calves, shimmering in the silk stockings, they look so smooth, he imagines them rubbing against his bare legs and more. Up to her thighs, oh, the one felt so good when he tried to clean up the spill. And her hips and waist, so slender. Her breasts, not the biggest, but shapely, and as he sneaks a peek at her low-cut dress, he sees the soft flesh of the top of her breast pushing out.
Her neck so lovely, her lips full, and as he finally raises his, her eyes staring at him are delightful. He could stare into them for hours. They were mesmerizing green.
This woman, this vision who he has seen and thought about so many times. He is now so close to her. As he makes an assessment of all of her charms, Tim feels his cock start to harden some. Again he blushes from the realization.
Abbie begins to tell him a bit in return, “I work as an office manager for an organization, a lot of run of the mill stuff assisting and keeping the office workflow running smoothly. I do help the also, which is the better part of my job compared to overseeing all the operations.”
Abbie continues, “I’m single too, I live in an apartment over on King Street, I have dated and had partners off and on over the . But I am not seeing anyone now.”
Tim thinks, ‘King Street? Then Abbie lives only about blocks from .’ That makes sense him based on where he finally saw she got on from tonight. Somehow that sends a warm glow through him, thinking how close she is to him. And he even knows which flats she must live in.
Abbie does the same as Tim has and checks him out more. Abbie likes his height, his face is kind looking. Abbie notices he must have just gotten his haircut. It looks like it is recent from the pale telltale border around his nec Tim’s neck, ears, and especially his lips look so kissable.
Nice chests, not too bad of a stomach, and oh, his crotch, Abbie notices the bulge there and slyly smiles. That a good sigh. Yes, Tim shows real possibilities.
Abbie finishes the cocktail and stands. ‘Oh no,’ thinks Tim with a frown on his face. ‘She is going to leave before we even get to know each other.’
He stammers out, “Wouldn’t you like another drink? You don’t have to go already, do you?”
“That would be nice, I’ll be right back, I just have to tinkle,” Abbie giggles. Relief flows through Tim as he smiles at Abbie as she walks away. ‘What a nice ass she has too, so round and shapely.’
Tim watches her head to the lavatory as a puzzled look crosses his face. It is a unisex bathroom, and that seems the only one they have here. ‘That is unusual, rather progressive,’ Tim thinks. ‘I wonder if I would feel comfortable using one. Perhaps this place is more inclusive. That is what he had heard about this pub.
And as Tim looks fully around, he does see a table with men with their arms around each other. Another with women leaning kiss each other. But there are plenty of tables of men and women together. And some with or more drinking and in conversations.
‘That’s fine, everyone is entitled their own sexual preference,’ Tim believes.
He gets drinks for them both and looks the lavatory door to see Abbie walking toward him. She is really lovely. Could something happen with her? It has been so long since anyone has aroused Tim, and she seems to do it so well and quickly.
Tim admits to himself that he wasn’t really exactly sure about his partialities about sex. He would masturbate a couple of times a week before falling asleep. That was about all. He had sex with the girl he dated in college, but only a few times. It was alright, but not all that thrilling. And the few times since, the same way. Perhaps that is why he has a more open view of other’s predispositions.
As Abbie comes back, she holds on to Tim's arm to steady herself as she climbs on the stool. The feeling of her touch sends electric currents through Tim. And again, he blushes as Abbie had been featured in many of his fantasies as he masturbated since seeing her on the bus. To be here with her now, talking and getting to know each other was like a dream come true.
The next hour they chat and joke and laugh, just enjoy being with each other. Closing time is approaching, and the buses will stop running soon. Abbie regretfully remarks that they should get going probably.
Tim agrees but is disappointed that this is coming to an end. “Abbie, could I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?” He asks.
Now Abbie is torn about how to answer. Abbie is enjoying spending time with Tim and would love for it to lead to something more, But there are things Tim knows nothing about, and Abbie is not sure how he would accept them. But he is such fun.
Abbie takes a napkin and writes on it. “This is my address and phone number. How about around six tomorrow night?”
Tim is elated. As they ride the bus home, as they approach Abbie’s stop, Tim offers to get off there too and walk her home. Abbie declines, saying they would see each other tomorrow, but he could when he got home.
Tim accepts this verdict and can’t wait be home and texting her. Standing leave the bus at the stop, Abbie leans and gives Tim a soft kiss on his chee It feels wonderful and enough for a start, he guesses.
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That night when Tim gets home, he texts Abbie right away.
Tim: Hi there, Abbie, this is Tim. Thank you for a lovely evening.
Abbie: Thank you, Tim. I had a nice time also. I look forward dinner tomorrow night.
Abbie: I am getting ready for bed right now. I think I will take a warm bubble bath before. Laying in the warm soapy water rubbing my skin with a soft cloth will make sleepy.
Tim: I'm looking forward dinner as well. Thinking of you in that bath might keep awake, though rather than sleepy.
Abbie: You should have one too. Think of us both in nice soapy baths.
Abbie thinks, ‘Oh shit, what am I saying to him. I should be careful. But he just might.’
While Tim is also thinking: ‘God, I can't believe this. Should I say what I want to say?’
Tim: I just might do that, Abbie, but I think a cold shower might be more in order for .
Shit. Is that too forward. I don't want her to think I'm a perve or something.
Abbie smiles, reading the cold shower comment. ‘If only he knew. He might need more than a cold shower.’
Abbie: Tim, sweetie, don’t freeze yourself for me. Get in a hot bath, and we can chat while we both are bathing. Do you have some bubble bath?
Tim: Abbie darling, being honest, I don't have any bubble bath, I tend more to jump in the shower when needed.
Abbie: Well, we might have to change that.
Tim is a little shocked and pleased by her response. Shakily pouring himself a slug of JD, he ponders what to say in reply.
Tim: Abbie, I'm not sure how I should respond to that.
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Tim sips his drink, awaiting a response, wondering how far he should flirt tonight. Wondering if he should tell her how the thought of Abbie in her bath is affecting him, how he is jealous of her soft cloth.
Imagining what the feel of a soft cloth on him would be like. The idea arouses him, and Tim carries his drink into the bathroom and starts to fill the tub. He squirts a lot of liquid hand soap he has into the water. He finds a nice cloth and strips his clothes off. His cock is standing tall.
He sets his drink and phone by the side of the tub and climbs in feeling a bit silly, but the warm soapy water does feel good. He lifts his phone and texts, Abbie, that he is in the tub now too.
She replies right away that it is nice they are taking a bath together with a smiley face.
Tim: So Abbie, here we both are naked in our own baths.
Abbie: Yes, are you washing yourself? I am running the cloth across my breasts - you do your chest.
Tim: Mmm, yes, I am, dare I say I wish it was you washing me?
Shit shit shit, why did I say that?
Abbie: The same sweetie. In time perhaps that can happen if you can accept me.
Tim: Abbie, what is there to accept about you? I have thought of you more than I care to admit.
Now it is Abbie’s turn to regret what was said.
Tim: Abbie darling, I hope you don't mind, but I have a glass of Jack here, and I apologize if the alcohol talks. Why would I not accept you? You are all I could dream of in a woman.
Yep, the alcohol is loosening my lips too much. All I could dream of. Darling. I need to pull back some, or Abbie will be turned off probably.
Abbie: Let’s not talk about that tonight. Let’s just enjoy our baths now. I am moving the cloth down between my legs. That’s okay, about your drink, I am having a glass of wine as I bath.
Tim: Good, and I understand if your wine talks as well.
Tim: Abbie, how come a beautiful woman like you was in that pub tonight?
Abbie: Just relax, enjoy the water and soap. It is too bad you don’t have bubbles, though.
Tim: Maybe I should join you there in your bath.
Damn fucking hell, why did I say that?
Abbie: Are you hard? Are you washing yourself there?
Tim: Maybe, Abbie.
Abbie: I’m rubbing myself.
Oh my god, Tim thinks, imagining it all.
Abbie: You need to be honest with me, Tim. Maybe is not an answer
Tim: Okay, yes, I am.
Abbie: Good, let’s just lean back and stroke ourselves for a while.
Tim: I'd rather have you stroke me
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Tim is a bit embarrassed by his comment about Abbie stroking him, but she seemed to take it okay and even suggested using his imagination. Well, he has masturbated over her many times before, but now he knew her name, could still smell her heady perfume, and knows what her hands and lips on him feel like.
He looks at his phone and gasp as he sees what Abbie just sent him. A picture of her breasts, well not all of them but just a hint of a nipple showing.
He takes a sip of his drink, holding the phone with the picture in one hand, and using the cloth does imagine it is Abbie’s lovely hand that was jerking him to climax. And the picture now adds to it too. It doesn’t take long for Tim to spurt his load into the tub water. He does feel such relief.
He considers texting Abbie once more but decides not to tonight. He is going to see her tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Abbie not getting a reply to the picture sent worries a little, but so close to a climax puts the phone aside and concentrates on the task at hand. Abbie tips the summit and feels juices running out. After rinsing off and climbing from the tub, Abbie looks at the image in the mirror and wonders, ‘Will Tim like me for who I am? I do hope so. I wonder why I never really noticed him on the bus. Well, my head is usually in the clouds when I get on it.’
Both Abbie and Tim go to bed, imagining each other together as they fall asleep.
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E143: Afterward: Donald’s school reunion
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Posted:Jul 31, 2020 8:55 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2021 5:18 pm
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The year Donald turns fifty-eight, his academy from when he was young, asks him attend their upcoming reunion day at the school. Since leaving that part of his life behind forty years ago, Donald has never returned for any of the annual gatherings. But the school presses him come as they wish present Donald their distinguished alumni award, for all of his accomplishments.
Emma urges him go. They will be able visit with the aunts and Karen and Julie, and the baby who now is almost five years . They all often chat on video online, but it is just not the same as being with them. Thinking about enjoying that part of the trip, Donald agrees. Plus, be given this honor by the school is a distinction. There are only a couple handful of alumni over the school's two-hundred-year existence that have been so honored.
So, one Friday evening in the fall, Emma and Donald return his alma mater. They go on a tour of the school. Much has changed, even in the dormitories. When they pass one room with its open door, Emma feels Donald shudder against her. “Is this it?” she asks Donald. He confirms that is the room which, during the first year he was at the academy, became a torture chamber to him. Emma moves her hand around his waist and hugs him tightly.
It is funny, though, while seeing it again did cause tremors. Donald realizes that the past does not quite haunt him like it used to. Everything in his life is so great right now, and that was so long ago. The past perhaps is settling in to be just that, the past.
During the pre-dinner cocktails, Donald and Emma find themselves in a large room with a long wooden bar on one side. Emma is dressed superbly, thanks to Donald’s choices and dressing her. The dress is low cut, and if a bit taller than Emma, looking down on her, you can see her nipples peeking out of her shelf bra.
Donald dresses Emma this way in part as he still loves the view himself, and presenting her to the world as something to envy. And for Emma, still having exhibitionist twinges, she enjoys being on display. Emma still has a magnificent body at fifty-three, in the semi-short dress, she is a sight to see. Today especially, Donald wants to show Emma off, so others know the gem he has captured. Emma, knowing what he is doing, chuckles to herself and is happy to be so flaunted.
Emma is excited herself, when looking over the program attendees she learns that Johnathan, the bully who tortured Donald so much, is here. She wants to see the man who so tormented her husband. Emma and Donald still, from time to time, play the reenactment in the small bedroom, after which Donald talks more and more about what he remembers of that year.
Since Donald is now sharing with Joseph in a loving way, he doesn’t need the scenario much anymore. Emma still pegs him from time to time, just as he enters her that way also.
The bully, Johnathan, is now a boorish, pompous man. A salesman glad-hander who never reached any potential (if he ever really had any). Domineering, potbellied. His wife is a former cheerleader type who has rather gone to seed from years of being downtrodden by her husband.
Jonathan is the type who serves on church councils, or civic groups, overtaking meetings, wasting time as he sputters on and on just wasting time, just to hear his own voice. Never achieved anything himself in life, but who beat his chest in triumph over victories. That ‘his team’ wins, even if he has never had any association with the team or school—an all-knowing simpleton.
Glancing around the room, Emma recognizes Johnathan from a picture in Donald’s alumni news a few years back. He is standing alone at the end of the bar. Emma smiles, bingo.
While Donald is chatting with an classmate, Emma slips up behind Johnathan. Employing the seductive voice she uses when broadcasting on some of their ‘special’ sites, Emma quietly whispers in Johnathan’s ear, “I know you used like ass-fuck boys when you were young, but would you like be on the receiving end? Would you like me use a nice ten-inch strapon with only your spit as lube? You, upstairs in the dorm room, bent over the end of your cot, your pants and undies dropped down your ankles?”
Emma sees him start squirm from her suggestion, “Feeling the glans pressed against your sphincter just seconds away from thrusting fully up in you? Would that make you wiggle with delight?”
Emma reaches her hand around the front of Johnathan and cups his crotch. Yes, he is hard, well probably as hard as he ever gets these days. She can see the beads of sweat on his brow, the trembling of his body, and redness of his neck.
Her slight touch to his penis, even through the layers of clothing, make Johnathan squirt a bit. Now he will have a telltale sign on his pants. Emma chuckles in his ear, “Well Johnny, it seems you do have such a desire. Too bad it will never be played out for you, or any of the many wondrous pleasures Donald daily enjoys. I guess you took the wrong route in life.”
Saying which, Emma walks away before Johnathan can even get a good look at her.
Later, Johnathan sits next to his wife at one of the general tables for dinner, staring at Donald and Emma at the head table. Donald is there to receive the school’s highest honor, the distinguished alumni award rarely given. Something for which Johnathan will never be considered.
Seeing Emma fully now, admiring her beauty and grace as she laughs and chats with those around her, or who's coming up to greet her and Donald, Johnathan’s envy increases ten-fold. Johnathan has read the books they published together. The free-flowing prose made them run-away best sellers. Lapped up by readers wanting to at least second-hand experience the erotic couplings described.
Johnathan, keeping his reading very private, has spent many hours yanking his chain over chapter after chapter as his jealousy grew. How could that wimpy Donald ever get such heights, and enjoy such a full sexual life?
And now, remembering Emma’s voice in his ear, the things she said him, makes his more or less useless member these days throb again. Maybe he could get it up tonight and fuck his wife for time’s sake. It had been over nine months since he last tried, and then it did not end successfully. But maybe hearing Emma’s words repeating in his head, he could make it the end tonight.
Then Emma looks right at him and winks, and he feels himself cum some again. Damn that woman. Johnathan slides his napkin down the front of his pants to try to catch the drippings before staining a second pair of pants. Not that much comes out of him anymore, and with a sigh, he knows he has used up every chance for tonight.
The expression on Johnathan’s face, which Emma can clearly see, tells everything. She leans close to Donald’s ear, kisses the lobe, and whispers, “I think all the demons from this place are driven away forever now, my love. You, and I, have conquered our youths and are now free to enjoy the rest of our lives together.”
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E142: Five years later - the end?
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Posted:Jul 31, 2020 11:50 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 7:50 pm
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It is Emma and Donald’s anniversary. They have only been married for four , but they count the together from the first day they met, and everything between them began. So much in these short has happened. All for the good really, they are so happy together and have found perfect harmony.
Emma is now more or less the ‘face’ of the Institute, constantly being clambered for interviews and speaking engagement. Donald is much more subdued with his colleagues, even with being the CEO. This personality change is in part due to his weekly ‘maintenance’ spanking—the aftermath of being in panties and hose on those days reminds him to be gentler.
He and Emma complete their first book about the earning of the pearls and the effect it had on each of them. The impact on the general public for their book about the pearls is rather incredible. So many have commented on it and ask for advice to perhaps do the same. The first book is followed the next year with a study based on Emma’s mother’s diaries, which is well received. They travel often, at least for a couple of weeks every quarter.
The sexuality leanings of the country, well world, is rather astonishing as things change, and such discussions come out more and more in general conversations. Both Emma and Donald know that there is a large population who are not ready to join such discussions. Still, even that demographic is reading/hearing/considering what is being revealed.
Which explains why Emma is in such demand to spea Her emphasis on the emotional side of relationships endears her all that watch and listen her. She is pragmatic and can talk in a non-threatening way, about different sexual leanings. People hearing/watching her, while so against the concepts being presented, find themselves wondering about their leanings after listening Emma’s talk about such things in a calm and understanding manner.
Donald and Emma for themselves have found a perfect balance. The weekly maintenance spanking of each other does keep them focused on their commitment each other and adds some breath-taking times those days. In the basement, running the course, using the crowning chair, and other things do seem keep both in a loving and sexual relationship.
On the mornings that Donald sits on the side of the bed, the hairbrush on the stand next him, a rush so intense runs through Emma, physically shaking overtakes her as she lowers herself over Donald’s lap accept this weekly activity. As she feels Donald just rubbing her ass cheeks first, she shivers with anticipation. They have made these times into almost a ritual now.
As she bends over Donald’s legs, Emma asks him to please spank her to remind her to be a good wife. Donald then asks her of any improper behavior during the previous week that requires additional discipline? Both Donald and Emma, when in this position, over the other’s knees, can admit to shortcomings, neglect, or mistakes that have occurred in a cleansing way. Based on the response to that question determines in part just how long and hard of a spanking they will get.
Emma awaits the first spank after her confession. Donald begins with a spank firmly on her right chee Followed swiftly by the same on her left chee Back and forth, he rallies as Emma feels each sting, helping her remember be a loving, good, wife. As her bottom reddens, Emma also feels herself dripping heavily now. Donald has to feel it too as it is running on his thighs.
Donald enjoys when Emma’s moistness starts to stream over his glans, making him harden. His hand descends on Emma’s cheeks over and over. After several minutes he picks up the hairbrush to continue. Tears are running down Emma’s face now as she cries out from a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Emma receiving this punishment is so aroused but also feeling purified with this ritual. After being spanked with the hairbrush for a while, Donald stops and just rubs Emma’s ass as his other hand moves under them to finger her cunt to help her reach that pinnacle she has been moving towards throughout the spanking.
Hearing Emma’s deep sigh of contentment, Donald turns her to lay on the bed on her stomach. He crawls between Emma’s legs and lifts her ass so he can press his hard manhood up into her heated awaiting chamber. Emma groans with delight feeling Donald so up in her. He begins to fuck her. Slowly at first, but the crescendo growing as Donald goes on. Faster and harder, he presses and pulls himself in and out of Emma as she soon begins to grasp his prick with each inward thrust.
Both are panting heavily now as they, in turn, rise to that heady state just before the final gasp as they climax. They fall together, hugging each other for several minutes before going to the bathroom to bathe.
On these days, Donald is so gentle with Emma afterward. Washing her rosy ass with a soft cloth. After her spanking, Emma is always so loving and submissive to Donald for the rest of the day. As he is with her after his spanking day.
Their life is good. They compliment each other so well, and both have such an appetite for each other. They cannot even comprehend anything different between them. But changes are happening around them.
The best is that Sasha completing her masters is now working for ISE as one of their most promising IT personal. Her knowledge and college education in technology is most welcomed at the Institute. It is playing such a large part in the Institute venture into the web world.
She and Joseph are so close to Emma and Donald. Their fun, sharing time is limited to several times a year. They all know that to engage in such play more often, issues might develop. Their time together is so intense, needing to mellow some with their partners for a while after each encounter.
Karen and Julie drop a bombshell on them. Such amazing news. They have achieved their Doctorates in Sexual Studies and tell Emma and Donald tearfully that some things will be different. First, that they are moving to Boston as they have gotten jobs there. Then that Julie is pregnant!!
In the last few , with their meeting and visiting Rob and William regularly, playing together things happen. The four decides that both couples want to have a . As all of them move into their thirties, it is time to propagate.
During one visit a couple of months ago, the four try their best to fertilize one of the women. And Julie is the winner. Whether it is Rob or William, none of them wants to know. The will be their together.
The four somehow have meshed together, each couple with their own primary inclination, but also open to other things from time to time. Karen, Julie, Rob, and William will live together in the large house the men have. Of course, with the baby too. The logistics discussed and agreed to, all work perfectly. There are more than enough rooms in the house to accommodate everyone.
So, on an incredibly sad day all around, Donald and Emma, bid farewell to Karen and Julie as they departed for Boston. The women will be making their home with Rob and William so to be able to bring up the impending together.
The baby is born a few months later. Donald and Emma learn of the baby boy’s birth and fly up to Boston to be part of his baptism. It is a delightful few days with aunts, friends, and more. On the plane ride home, Emma, out of nowhere, mentions the dynamics of the whole situation being an interesting source of study. How the foursomes are so engaged with each other. The elder quartet for over fifty now. The younger four united through their new . And their ensemble with Sasha and Joseph as another mix of sexual coupling.
And from that seed, a new book is written.
Partly, from their earlier success, but the population beginning understand diversity more and more, the initial printing of the book is off the shelves as soon as it is available. Emma’s writing style, adjusting what Donald writes be more friendly, has followers groping for every offering they author.
So on their anniversary, Donald and Emma have published books already, and many articles for professional journals, and even more for general magazines and newspapers. One national publication asks Emma write a regular column for them. She offers instead that a publication department that has been created at ISE could provide regular contributions as their studies grow. Emma does not feel she could devote so much of her time for her individually supplying a column. The publication agreed, which places ISE even more into the public eyes.
Donald and Emma have mastered the perfect balance between them, who is in control on any given day. It is incredible to Emma how different her life is now. At such an apogee that she could never have imagined ago when she sent that first email Donald.
For Donald have answered, and then lead her this point, is fantastic. Both are so committed each other. They view the world outside them so differently. Now both with this inner-understanding can placidly deal with all that they confront.
Emma still wears her pearl necklace all the time. And Donald will pull on it from time time, which sends such a rush through her. Knowing, acknowledging in this way, it is not just about her earning pearls, but what developed between her and Donald in the process. Whenever Emma thinks of it, she trembles with joy.
Before the first book is published, Sasha tells Joseph as much as she learned about the meaning behind the pearl necklace Emma always wears. Joseph then gives Sasha one similar after going though paces of his choosing. It is not the same as Donald and Emma, as both have been sexually active over the before their meeting. Going through the steps fill the necklace bonds them together even better. Joseph tells Sasha as he adds each pearl how she has earned it.
They find the level of spanking for Sasha, something she, like Emma, craves, which is satisfying for both of them. The realms that Sasha is willing to go to amazes Joseph and increases his love for her.
A year after Sasha starts working at the ISE, she and Joseph marry. Donald and Emma are their witnesses. After Sasha and Joseph go on a beautiful and long honeymoon, they are back with Emma and Donald for their quartet.
The four try many different things together during their playtime. The men both wear panties and stockings one time. Or both men fucking one of the women at the same time, the other woman is playing with her breasts and rubbing her clit. The men together sucking each other’s cocks as the women pleasure each other with their fingers and tongues. They learn more about different fetishes from their research. Together the four try some of those to a degree also.
Donald and Joseph, after a few of just tongue and hand with each other, do move trying ass fucking each other. Both men pretty regularly are pegged by their spouses, but be willing and wanting with another is something they move slowly towards.
It actually started on the one date when Emma and Sasha don strapons and peg the men. As it happens, Donald and Joseph look at each other, judging each other’s level of pain and pleasure. That exercise triggers the want do so each other.
So, one afternoon while the women sit by with drinks in their hands, Joseph and Donald undress each other slowly. They are caressing as they go. Then the men kiss passionately as both their cocks harden. Their hands are all over each other as they fall onto the bed.
Between them the day before, Donald and Joseph had flipped a coin to decide who would be the first to be fucked. That results in Donald being first. As they both are now extremely hard, they each take a condom and puts it on the other—such an intimate gesture showing how strong the feelings are between them.
On his back, Donald lifts his legs to be over Joseph’s shoulders. Joseph squeeze lubricant over his cock head and around and in Donald’s ass. Then, watching each other to see any signs of distress to stop, Joseph begins to press his glans through Donald’s hole.
Joseph is careful not to press too fast or hard, so it is a few minutes until his full prick is up in Donald. At that moment, he leans and kisses Donald again. They pump together over and over. Donald’s anus begins to clench against Joseph’s cock as he presses. It is a slow ride until both are reaching the point of no return. As that comes, the force quickens, and minutes later, they both cum with abandonment.
Joseph pulls from Donald and removes both their condoms. Joseph lays next to Donald, hugging and kissing for a while. Both men have come to cherish these moments when they do loosen all society’s norms and can express completely the love they have for each other.
Emma and Sasha watching this are getting rather hot and bothered themselves. By the finale, they are stroking each other’s dripping pussies. As the men collect themselves, the begin kisses furiously as Sasha and Emma together reach climaxes.
All four shower together, everyone washing and stroking the others. They dress and go out to eat as planned. After dinner, they are back in the room, again naked, and the men reverse roles as Donald fucks Joseph’s ass.
This will be the first time Donald ever is the fucker of another man. The foreplay is much the same this time, but now it is Donald kneeling between Joseph’s legs as he eases his prick into Joseph. The feeling is similar to when he does this with Emma but different. Gazing at Joseph as Donald drives into him, seeing the expression on Joseph’s face, fills Donald with such compassion for his friend.
Both are breathing hard again as they pump together. Emma and Sasha are having their fun while watching this play unfold before them. All four’s fever is rising as Donald thrusts in and out of Joseph. As a group, this time, they all cum together. The quartet sings out as they do.
From that afternoon, the four are bonded together fully.
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E141: Their life goes on
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Posted:Jul 30, 2020 11:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 7:50 pm
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In the months that follow, Emma and Donald work diligently perfect the new acquisition of the Institute. is going so smoothly. They spend a week with Dorothy and Maude at the Cape at the end of summer. A well-needed rest. At home, they balance work and their lust well, so is course.
Donald encourages Emma more and more speak at conferences and lectures. She is shy do so at first, which is funny in a way as with a mask hide behind, she is very vocal and well-spoken the broadcasts they do. But with time, she now is getting more confident about speaking in public.
Donald is amazed at Emma’s insight into things sexually and making people feel comfortable with their individual kinks and fetishes. She has several analogies now to explain the way different people think about their own sexuality, and using them in speeches encourages more and more individuals to go to the new websites.
From Emma as the principal spokesperson, the number of members at the sites has increased significantly, and the data coming in from them are contributing to the research of sexual interactions tremendously. The insights being made and the understanding of fellow humans is magnificent.
Before they know it, Donald and Emma are the media darlings, being on almost every talk show and news bites sharing the findings the Institute has gleaned. It is on the national telecast that Emma expounds on her analogies, making people realize it does not matter your sexual desires, each is unique in themselves
Emma’s two favorite ones are about bread and drink choices.
The world is full of different types, especially when it comes to their sexuality.
There are so many who are happy with the Wonder white-bread life. It works, it holds their sandwich, and it fills them. Others, finding there are all sorts of bread to choose from. Some do want to taste and try different ones. Wheat bread, with it earthy crunchiness; a nice baguette, crispy on the outside with soft center; pita bread or wraps offering a cover for different delicious fillings; a croissant with its flakiness and sweetness; sourdough, that yeasty mix of flavor and texture.
Some find one type they enjoy and stick with that; others like to try all different kinds to experiences new and exotic things, even returning to the basic white bread at times. It does not matter. And today, more of the population seems to be wanting to enjoy such diversity, especially as they seek to find their sexual boundaries and limits.
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What we chose to drink is by our choice. Some can exist on water alone and are satisfied, never really knowing the flavor of other liquids. That is fine.
Some will enjoy coffee or tea as their preferences, with different complements as they offered. Some with different pops/sodas to add a small bit of spice to their lives.
Others find enjoyment in different cocktails and drinks. You have your everyman chugging down beers, the refined women sipping on their wine, and then there are some more adventurous. The different liquors offered. Some with nice side tastes, others just as they are served.
Finding the right combination of flavors to satisfy your inclinations – maybe different drinks for different occasions – some do imbibe too much. Still, even then, the pleasure they find in that choice seems to give them what they are looking for. Some never take a sip of anything but water, if they are happy that way, why try to change things. And even that group, which I confess I was part of for too many years, wondering about and hoping for something different to satisfy my taste, but afraid to venture out. None are wrong or right. Just as sexual choices should be accepted and enjoyed by those who lust for them. A water drinker should not shun the bourbon on the rocks any more than the margarita enthusiastic shun the rum and coke drinker.
We all have different levels of enjoyment, especially in our sexual inclinations. To accept and respect our differences is so important.
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And then Emma moves to explain how the new meet and greet website the Institute is now running helps people to find others who do share the same preferences. How first acknowledging your own desires, it is then easy to find a mate with the same outlook.
On the shows, while Donald starts, he will just sit back and let Emma shine. She has such a positive and welcoming persona at these times. She speaks with confidence and in an easy to understand way that more and more people are joining their websites.
Emma laughs when Donald tells her how well she has done after each appearance, whispering in his ear, “Well, you putting the plug up in me beforehand has given me some nice incentive.”
Donald laughs with her but knows that preliminary is something Emma loves and helps her focus.
And with her talking about the site helping find people with similar interests, it adds a different aspect to the questions the Institute asks on the profiles. She is taking the matching to a higher level.
It is easy to have people check off what activities they enjoy, their physical image, even their sexual likes, and kinks. Emma encourages the team working on this part also to ask questions about what a person prefers: Mayonnaise or Miracle Whip; Beatles or Rolling Stones; Big Bang Theory or Breaking Bad; Coke or Pepsi; Charles Dickens or Mark Twain; the beach or the mountains. The options go on and on.
Not questions about their sexual interest, but what their preferences in the world. Choices which underneath also are reflections of their political and spiritual leanings. Emma leaves the logarithm and matrix used to map personality profiles to the experts ISE has visually.
Emma gets the Institute to understand that these differences, if not compatible, can add to unsuccessful pairings. It is this type of quiet suggestions that Emma makes, which gets the ISE to realize there is so much more than just sexual activity or attraction involved in peoples finding the right mate.
The Institute is blossoming. The new complex, which is so massive it is hard to believe, is close to being finished. The staff has enlarged tenfold. The results of the questionnaires and surveys from the members are producing such interesting data. An excellent team of statisticians is analyzing it daily.
The Institute has surpassed anything Masters and Johnson ever gathered, let alone Kinsey Institute. It is gratifying that both have asked for the Institute of Sexual Exploration to share their data. Even internationally, everyone in the field is eager for the release of ISE’s latest findings.
Emma and Donald balance their lives with other activities too. They and Sasha and Joseph often dine, attend performances, and just visit over drinks at least once a week. In the early days, Sasha is busy finishing her master’s degree but always is willing for a break. The four’s playtime occurs sometimes but is not a scheduled thing.
Emma and Donald regularly attend church. After meeting the minister and his wife at Emma’s and Donald’s wedding, Sasha and Joseph often join them. It is a balance to their daily trade.
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Donald and Emma, totally anonymously, with their masks on, do continue about one evening every couple of weeks to broadcast on the meet sites which they now more or less own. They will perform on camera at times, but now it has become more of a forum for individuals to ask for advice about things. At times, Emma and Donald do demonstrate how to answer the caller’s problem best sexually.
All of the queries are monitored by the ISE publication team, which Emma meets with weekly to help provide answers and classify the topics begin asked.
The response they get from some of their demonstrations is rewarding. The evening that Emma donned a strap-on and Donald bent on his knees as she pressed the dildo up into him slowly, explaining how to make the experience pleasurable for both involved had their highest hits for one broadcast. And the replay numbers were enormous. They could even track how many times one individual would re-watch it.
The vision of Emma behind Donald between his legs, which are spread, lubing her ‘cock’ and his awaiting hole sends rushes through them even when watching what they had filmed. Donald’s face with a bit of anxiety on it as he feels the glans rub against his crack in preparation to enter him. The first push is a bit painful as his sphincter accepts the assault. Emma holds herself there for a minute or two as Donald becomes accustomed to this intrusion. Then little by little, she presses more and more up in him with each thrust.
The dildo she is wearing is over ten inches, and Donald, after the first few thrusts, is begging Emma to push more. Emma doing this to him makes him realize that in the future, perhaps Joseph and he will go this far with each other. For now, it has only been fingers and lips on each other when all four play.
Now thrusting more and more of the phallic into Donald’s ass, Emma leans and kisses the back of his neck to let him know she is there. Her one hand goes under him to jerk his now hard cock as she presses in and out of him.
Donald’s increased panting lets Emma know he will climax soon, so she begins to ride him faster and harder. Donald is in heaven, feeling her in him this way. It is not a recreation of the little bedroom play when he is back at military school. This is Donald, willing, and ready to be ass fucked as a part of his sexual education.
The broadcast ends with Donald spurting his load and Emma comforting him after she pulls out of him. She explains to the audience that affection and love always should be a part of any coupling. The feedback from these broadcast is analyzed after to get an even better idea of the population’s interest and questions about different sexual practices.
All in all, Donald and Emma have found a perfect balance between business and personal life. Work, play, believes, leisure, family, and home are separate in some ways and blended in others.
Yes, life is good.
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E140: And More of a New Direction
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Posted:Jul 29, 2020 9:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 7:50 pm
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After they dine and another drink, the four head back the bed for round . Donald on his stomach, his face in Emma’s twat, which is, as always, wet and ready. Sasha and Joseph are at each of his sides. As Donald licks and pleasures Emma, which is so nice to do, the other couple begin to massage, caress, kiss, lick, and suck, over his body
The massage they are giving Donald over his shoulders and down his back is added with the running of Sasha’s and Joseph’s tongues down his spine as if in a parade. Sasha is leading the way, with Joseph right behind.
Kisses, nibbles, and small pinches are scattered over Donald’s ass cheeks. It is a new feeling realizing Joseph is being part of what is happening. The feel of Joseph’s chin against him and his rougher tongue sends shudders of enjoyment through Donald’s body. To be enjoying Emma’s scent and flavor while two others are working their hands and mouths all over his body is taking Donald to a state of nirvana.
Emma runs her fingers through Donald’s hair as he is lifting her higher and higher. She knows it will only be moments before she cums. As Emma throws her head back and squeezes Donald’s shoulders, the wine of her desire fills his mouth. Both moan deeply as Sasha and Joseph work their way down Donald’s thighs and calves.
By the time Emma is calmed, Donald is told to turn over. The same routine that has been done two times now follows until the couple is now at his genitals. It is the moment of truth for Joseph. First, can he touch Donald’s prick? It felt so strange and good when Donald’s hand was on his shaft, but can he?
Sasha seeing some concern on Joseph’s face takes his hand and guided it to squeeze the bottom of Donald’s shaft. She caressed Donald’s balls as Joseph began jerking Donald. ‘How different, but similar to jerking yourself,’ Joseph thinks, ‘We are very similar in size, but realizing I am stroking someone else’s cock is strange.’
Donald, too, is feeling a man’s hand on his cock for the first time. It was always him serving the Perfect, who never really touched or sucked Donald. And there is more tenderness to Joseph’s hand, knowing Joseph is trying to pleasure him, not brutalize Donald. Donald lets out a sigh of such yearning he has from Joseph’s touch.
Joseph does it more and the fact that in jerking Donald, he is coming from a different angle than when he services himself. Joseph begins to enjoy this. When he looks at Donald’s face, their eyes meet, and Joseph can tell that Donald is reveling in this too. This sends a warm glow through Joseph and surprising to the other watching him. Joseph lowers his lips and takes Donald’s glans into his mouth. Just sucking and licking the head and slit to start.
Joseph suddenly realizes that knowing how getting a blow job feels to him, he knows what is enjoyable and what is not better than the women would. He uses this knowledge as he takes more of Donald’s shaft into his mouth. Donald overjoyed, with feeling Joseph sucking him, seems to realize the same thing.
While Emma sucking him is always perfect, as well as Sasha being enjoyable, Joseph does seem to know just how to pleasure Donald’s prick, which a woman cannot comprehend. And it is done by a man he knows, and does love, just as he loves Sasha. Never to the degree of loving Emma, but Donald, as his cock is sucked by another man, suddenly rises to a new level of understanding.
Loving people is not that hard. If you care for them, enjoy being with them, feel they think the same of you, and do have an incredible, enjoyable sensation when you are with them or think about them, then it follows that you will come to love them. Worry about them, want to be with them in any situation, and would defend them totally.
Donald then feels Sasha and Joseph together are licking his shaft and balls. Emma is looking down on him as she strokes his hair and shoulders. He and Emma look deep into each other’s eyes, and Donald feels like she knows his thoughts as she leans and kisses him fully. Lifting her head, saying quietly to him, “Yes, we now have two total and complete friends.”
With all the many touches from fingers and lips, Donald feels himself working towards the pinnacle. He does not want to scare Joseph shooting into his mouth for the first time, , but Joseph’s lips him are so arousing.
Donald cannot hold back, and while Joseph and Sasha lick the sides of his cock and sucking at his balls, it is all released. Not directly into either of their mouths but does drip down his shaft for them to lick .
Joseph and Sasha do clean Donald. For Joseph taste another man’s cum for the first time fills him with wonder. Donald’s taste a bit different from his own, but it is rather arousing be licking him clean. Joseph realizes that he is getting a bit hard over this. And thinking that Emma will soon have her mouth on him for her turn just adds the sentiment.
Emma, Sasha, and Joseph now do comfort Donald as he comes down from the summit he just was on. Their hands gently stroking him helps calm him. When Donald sits switch positions, he looks into Joseph’s eyes, and the two know there is now a genuine bond between them.
Donald and Joseph lean to the other, and suddenly they are kissing for the first time. The first, just a brushing of lips. Each with their eyes wide open looking at each other, their mouths open too, and they do genuinely and deeply kiss each other. They are sealing their friendship and love.
Sasha and Emma watch the men, and both feel rushes running through their bodies, knowing that the four of them are completely tied together. Emma and Sasha also kiss profoundly and truly to acknowledge this union.
It is now time, finally, for Emma to be the center of attention. As she moves to lie on her stomach, Joseph situates himself for Emma’s head to be in his lap. He already is rather hard, so Joseph’s cock is right by her lips.
Sasha and Donald move to their new positions. As they begin kissing, licking, and rubbing Emma’s back, Emma opens her mouth and takes Joseph’s cock into her mouth to pleasure. For the next several minutes, as Emma suck on Joseph and he runs his fingers through her hair, Emma is becoming aroused by Sasha and Joseph’s attention to her.
It is so like coming home again, with a wonderful new addition. Sasha and Donald do know all the places to excite her. Now, adding Joseph to the mix seems to complete their circle. It is all so magnificent. Only added to when Donald spanks her bottom before kissing and licking her cheeks. The second of feeling the sting makes Emma tremble with desire. From the feeling, Emma mumbles, “Yes.”
Donald and Sasha understand, so for a few minutes while Emma continues to suck Joseph, the two begin, together, to spank Emma. She is juddering with excitement. Emma lifts her ass, begging for more. But the two lean and kiss her now rosy cheeks as they work down the back of Emma’s legs.
Joseph is watching this in awe. Emma seems to enjoy the spankings, and he is even more aroused by viewing what is going on. Joseph looks at Sasha as she helps with the spanking, and she nods slightly to him. Suddenly, Joseph now knows a bit more about Sasha’s desires. Does she really want to be spanked also? It does seem like something to add to their sexual frenzy when alone to start.
Emma sucking him hard as she is spanked, while Joseph watching what is unfolding before him, takes him to that peak of no return. As Emma arches herself cumming from all that is happening to her, Joseph shoots his wad into Emma’s mouth. She sucks it down, enjoying the slightly different flavor of Joseph.
Emma turns over, and the new begins. Her breasts are suck by both Sasha and Donald as their hands flutter over her body. Emma feels herself lifting that higher plane again so soon. When Donald and Sasha move finger and lick her pussy Emma is overwhelmed. She has felt the two of them doing this her before. But it has been several months since the have played.
Each touch, kiss, lick from the other , keep Emma thrilled with what is happening her. Realizing she has people concentration on just her pleasure is prodigious. Every nerve in her body is electrified. Donald and Sasha now are fully quenching Emma’s needs as they lick and with her, Joseph looking into her eyes as he caresses her hair adds to the experience.
In Joseph’s eyes, Emma sees compassion, caring, and love. While not knowing him that long, Emma realizes that they are now much more than colleagues or friends between the four. This knowledge hits her as she gives into another climax adding to her furry. Her body quivers as wave after wave wash over her.
When she now comes back down to earth, the four fall together, hugging each other. Completely satisfied, it would seem from the afternoon , they move back the couches and have another drink.
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While they calm themselves and enjoy sitting together nude sipping cocktails, Joseph mentions something. “Donald, while you have fucked both Emma and Sasha in your past , I have yet have such a delight with Emma. Would you be comfortable if she and I did?” Joseph asked tentatively.
Donald is quiet for a few minutes. First, he knows it is Emma’s choice make, not his. But in the same vein, the idea of Emma being fully embraced with another man is eye-opening for him. He feels insecurities building in him, Emma has only been with him that way, could he stand that someone else screwed her? What if she found it was better than being with him?
Donald is already that Emma has sucked another man’s cock, which, as he watched, did momentarily bother him, but he has done that with other women in front of her. And in the same way, he has also fucked Connie and Sasha in Emma’s view. So, he does, with this newfound outlook on things, realize that yes, what is good for the gander is good for the goose.
At the same time, Donald realizes that the bond now between the four is so tight it will not be broken. Donald replies, “That would be Emma’s choice, not mine say. But if you do want Emma, it is fine with . Perhaps we should both mount the women together.”
Emma and Sasha laugh at Donald’s comment. Then Emma, putting her hand on Donald’s inner thigh and kissing him, says, “If that is what the rest of you want to do, it is fine with me.”
So the four find themselves back in bed, coupling in a different manner, as they stroke and caress as couples. But at the same time, reaching their hands to their partners to squeeze. To let them know they are doing this together.
After some time in foreplay, the two men position themselves between the legs of the women. Emma and Sasha lift themselves, almost as synchronized swimmers, to wrap around their steeds waist. Feeling Joseph enter her for the first time, Emma gasps, realizing where she has gotten to in such a short time, really. Being fucked by another man besides Donald, here in this room, finding sexual satisfaction with other people. Her life has really taken a very sharp turn in the last what, eighteen months? And Emma knows, she would not want any of what she has experienced be changed in any way.
For a moment, Emma giggles quietly, thinking about her parents, and how if Charlotte and Edward had developed something with Susan and Tom together, what more fun they might have had in their lives.
As Emma feels Joseph pressing in and out of her wet and welcoming cunt she puts her arms around his neck as she trembles and shakes. Joseph feel her clamping against him now, urging him closer and closer to climax. Both are so intent what is happening between them. They are now oblivious Donald and Sasha, who, in reality, are in that same place.
Donald and Joseph thrust in and out of Emma and Sasha, who both are so flushes and twisting as they feel themselves throb more and more. They reach for each other’s hands now and squeeze together as they both reach their abyss. Crying out as almost one voice the women cum, pressing Joseph and Donald members firmly.
This results in both men to release their loads in the women. four are in such harmony now. Spent from their and falling together. It has been a fantastic day all around. Such boundaries crossed. Offering such new awareness for them all. As they all cuddle together, Emma and Sasha facing each other in the center, and Donald behind Emma, Joseph behind Sasha, they all seem able to hug each other as a group.
A new, so perfect, circle of friends.
They fall asleep this way. In the morning, the four washed each other in the shower, dress, and leave the hotel. While they may not always indulge in this that often, they will be together both as dear friends and playmates as the years roll by.
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