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Readers Wife Hazel
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Hazel always smiled to herself when she pulled off the main road and onto her estate, the big houses and plush gardens a reminder of the success she’d found professionally. Although she now worked nationally she’d always stayed loyal to her home town and remembered back to her childhood when disused factories and warehouses filled this space, opportunist developers and architects coming in five years ago and working their magic.
Her place resembled that of a New York style loft apartment but as she brought her car to a halt on the driveway she wasn’t thinking of upstairs but getting over to the shop and getting some essentials in.
It was only a 90 second walk to the corner shop, the only reminder of her youth that still existed. She stood waiting to cross thinking of how her and her late father would stop here for sweets and his tobacco before they went off to watch the towns football team.
The bell still rang as she entered and not much had changed inside apart from a couple of modern fridges. She’d had a paper round here as a teen, just a Sunday to earn a few quid and she always smiled at the thought, Mr Watchorn always giving her a small bonus every week for her efforts.
It was his son who mainly ran the joint now. Barry was 5 years older than her and fast approaching his 50s, his talents waisted as a newsagent but his love and enthusiasm for the shop was as passionate as his father’s and he made it work. Hazel had noticed how good looking he’d become, his greying hair really suiting him.
As she hunted for her bits a familiar voice called out. “Well, well, would you look who it is” a smile spreading wide across her face as she turned and saw Mr Watchorn senior waddle his way towards her. She threw her arms wide, kissed his forehead and told him how wonderful it was to see him, his body frail now as she guessed he neared his 80s. They made small talk while she paid for her goods, she promised she’d see him again soon and stepped out the shop happy for the reunion.
Her watches buzzed which brought her back to ground, a text message with one word….here. She frantically replied saying she was a minute away, her insides tightening with nerves and anticipation as she set off home. |
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The shop was that close to home she saw her visitor before she was halfway back. His profile had said tall and athletic and he wasn’t lying, his body looking in great shape as his silhouette appeared on her driveway.
She kissed his cheek and said hello as she made her way down her drive, his aftershave filling her nostrils. She asked cliched questions about him finding her as she opened the ground floor door and led him to the lift. She’d contemplated the stairs and perving on his bum as he climbed the stairs but decided on the lift as she wanted him upstairs quickly.
“Lights on” she called out as she stoped into her place, the advanced technology responding instantly. He was impressed. She was proud of her place, the exposed brick and steel married with sanded original floorboards looking great in the light.
She slipped off her favourite red bottomed shoes, her height reducing a couple of inches as he followed suit and slid off his shoes, his now bare feet cold against the wood. She grabbed him gently by the hand and led him to the middle of the room.
Two high backed leather chairs sat side by side facing a matching leather L shaped sofa, the floor between them covered in a soft fluffy rug that was expensive and grand. She sat him in the arm chair and moved over to the sofa, pausing with her back to him and unfastening the back of her knee length skirt. She let it drop to the floor and stayed put for a moment.
Naked from the waist down she knew he’d be a fan of the view. Twenty years of volleyball had brought definition to her legs and bum, and she finally turned to show him the front, her thighs just as chiselled but his eyes focusing on the neat triangle of jet black hair above her pussy. She smiled and sat down, her eyes burning into his as she theatrically spread her legs and began to touch herself.
The middle finger of her right hand traced along the lips of her pussy while her left hand wrestled with the buttons on her blouse. By the time her buttons were unfastened her finger had pushed inside her sex, her wetness recognised by both as the soft squelch filled the air. She smiled wider, her eyes still fixed on his before removing her finger and sucking on it. “Mmmmmm” she purred before placing it back inside herself.
She was impressed at his patience but couldn’t keep him waiting anymore. She put her serious face on, sat upright and whispered two words across the room, just loud enough so he could hear her. “Eat me” she instructed as she leant back in the chair and awaited his next move. |
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She felt a sense of smugness at the situation she’d created, a feeling of control she hadn’t felt for years but his actions soon left her doubting herself as he didn’t leap forward as expected. He did however play his part brilliantly.
Adding to the theatre she’d created he dropped to his knees and crawled on all fours towards her. Pausing a metre short he knelt upright and peeled off his V neck jumper, his upper body now visible and beyond what she’d hoped it would be. “Wow” she said softly and unexpectedly as he continued towards her.
His hands felt strong as they gripped both legs above the knee and slid across her thighs towards her sex. Cleverly, he’d parted her thighs at the same time, his shoulders now positioned under her hamstrings as he lifted slightly which raised her hips to be in the perfect position to access her now very damp pussy.
He’d got all the moves perfected and she shivered in anticipation as his tongue flicked out and teased her lips. She wanted more but knew it would come, his tongue pushing further as he really began to taste her. Given her state of heightened sexual tension her first orgasm was quick and inevitable, barely two minutes after his mouth set to work.
His etiquette was impeccable as he paused given her a moment to recalibrate. She wanted more and pushed his head back towards her pussy. This time he was a bit rougher, his hands squeezing her thighs as his tongue probed not only her pussy but her arse too. She came again and was much noisier the second time. This time she couldn’t take any more and needed to give him some attention.
She sat up and opened her eyes and was once again impressed by how he’d got himself one step ahead. Somehow he’d removed his trousers and underwear and was naked infront of her. She shamelessly looked towards his groin and gulped. His profile had declared 9 inches and she had no idea right at that moment if that was true or not but it was much bigger than anything she’d had before and was still in a semi floppy state.
She knelt down on the rug with him so they were now face to face, her hand reaching out and gently grabbing his length. It was heavy which shocked her and it continued to grow as she gently teased it to full stiffness. Bloody hell it’s massive she said to herself as she told him to sit where she’d been.
As she shuffled closer to enormity of his cock literally hit her. Her hand failed to wrap around it and as her tongue teased his tip she knew her jaw would ache trying to suck him. You ain’t no quitter she pep talked herself as she took the end into her mouth, a reassuring sigh escaping his lips.
Her free hand teased his balls as she relaxed and took him deeper into her mouth, his hands gently stroking her head and shoulders as she sucked him enthusiastically. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs and began to wonder it was going to feel inside her. She felt nervous but excited, her head bobbing faster on his cock as she wondered when the moment would be when he asked her to fuck.
She didn’t have to wait long. |
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He hadn’t spoken since they entered her place but looked down at her sucking his cock and told her they needed to fuck. She stood and tugged off her blouse, deciding to keep her bra on. As she turned to face him he was rolling a condom down his length, a tinge of disappointment hitting her as she wanted him raw. The look on her face gave her away. “I’m sorry, you know the rules” he said politely.
She wasn’t put off and had already made her mind up how she was going to take him. Placing her feet either side of his legs and holding onto his shoulders she squatted down, her visitor holding himself in place for her. She gyrated over him feeling the tip of his cock brush over her lips, before grabbing it herself and lowering down.
“Shiiiiiit, it’s big” she panted as she sunk lower, a feeling of fullness sweeping through her body. He let her find the spot she needed to be in before his hips moved gently and she reacted by lowering herself up and down his shaft. He felt amazing, his cock bigger than anything she’d ever felt before.
Her thighs began to burn but she battled on. They were a welcome trophy of her physical endeavours but she wanted him deeper and careful manoeuvred herself so that her shins were now on the sofa. It wasn’t a massive change for her but the knock on effect was as his entire length disappeared up inside her. She cursed in pleasure as every last millimetre filled her.
Sentries gunshots tighter and instantly apologised in case she’d hurt him. He told her he was fine and grabbed her waist and encouraged her to ride him harder. She didn’t need telling twice, a rare vaginal orgasm wiping her out moments later. “Are you ok” he asked as she just puffed and told him to continue. She was totally spent but didn’t know if she’d ever see such a cock again and didn’t want to miss out.
“Ruin me” she panted into his ear, her language shocking her as she’d never said that before. He took his cue and lifted off the sofa, Hazel wrapping around him as he thrust powerfully into her from a standing position. She felt sweat trickle down her back as he lowered her onto the rug, his cock still planted deep inside her.
The rug felt great on her back and within seconds he’d got her ankles over his shoulders, his arm muscles rippling as he positioned himself to fuck. “Let’s go” he grinned as he banged into her like she’d never been fucked before, every fibre in her body screaming out as he gave her what she wanted.
Her pussy felt stretched and raw as his pace never wavered. She promised herself she’d exercise more as she panted for air, her body totally under his control as he finally began to slow. “I’m gonna cum” he told her, Hazel hoping he’d remove his sheath and share it with her but before she could instruct him to shoot on her tits he grunted and slumped slightly, sweat now visible on him too. |
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He stayed inside her for a while as they swapped kisses. She could feel him soften, his cock still big even though the blood emptied from it. She was still horny and on an incredible high from such a rampant man. “Here, let me help” she whispered as she carefully removed his condom. She had a look in her eye that had him intrigued and he watched intently as she wiped his shaft clean and sucked on her fingers. “Nice” he grinned, Hazel’s next move leaving him speechless as she necked the contents of the rubber as if sinking a shot in a local pub.
“Wow, you’re a horny fucker” he told her as she showed him she’d swallowed the whole lot. He tasted great and she loved the fact she’d shocked him.
“I guess you have to go now” she asked already knowing his reply. He nodded and began to dress, Hazel retrieving her handbag and reaching for an envelope. She felt seedy handing it over and appreciated him putting it straight into his pocket. “Hopefully I’ll see you again” she told him as he kissed her goodbye and told her he’d see himself out.
Shutting the door behind him she went to tidy up her clothes and headed towards the shower, a loud unexpected beep from her phone making her jump. She knew the sender and opened the message, a slight nervous shake to her hand as she read the words.
That was awesome, you looked incredible. I hope his cock felt as good as it looked? I’ll be in touch soon with your next task. She tossed her phone onto the bed and felt cheap for a moment, the text affecting her more than it should have. She knew it wouldn’t be long until further instructions came. |
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The next few days went by in a flash for Hazel. Work was plentiful and kept her busy, a night away with clients in London the highlight of her week. She was brokering big deals and the money coming in meant she was set for life. She’d worked extremely hard to get to where she’d got, loved her work and had a solid network of friends around her, some of whom were due at hers that evening.
She’d done the online shop already, wine and nibbles dominating the order. She couldn’t wait for a girlie catch up and made sure her diary was free from 4pm so she could be home in plenty of time to chill the bottles and tidy up.
She asked her technology to play 90s tunes as she pottered about sorting bits in her house. There wasn’t much to do and she had about an hour before her guests arrived when her phone notified her she’d got a message. Normally she might of left it but with friends due she checked to make sure nobody was cancelling.
It wasn’t an expected guest but a number that she’d been waiting for. As ever the message was blunt and to the point. She shook slightly as she digested the words.
Wear your shortest mini skirt, highest heels and no underwear for your shopping trip to Watchorns where you will purchase two porn magazines and leave them on the table for your guests this evening. Once you’re home you can change back.
She took a huge gulp of wine and re-read the message. Walking to her bedroom she began to think what to put on, a clear and obvious outfit coming to mind.
She was in autopilot as she stripped off and found her chosen clothes. She looked like a stripper as she saw herself in the mirror, her bum cheeks visible every time she stretched upwards. Whoever was working at the shop today was due to get a huge surprise when she wondered in.
She wanted to be angry but found herself getting wetter, her nipples stiffening against her blouse as she grabbed her purse and set off to the shop hoping her neighbours were all too busy to notice.
It was chillier than she remembered, the cold breeze making her nipples even harder, her pussy tingling as the cold hit it. With her head down she walked as fast as her heels would allow her, a plan forming in her head as to how she’d justify her purchase. |
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“Oi Oi, nice tits love” a voice shouted from a passing works van as she stood ready to cross the road. She was very aware of how inappropriate she looked for Friday tea time as she tottered over the road to the shop. She paused before entering, taking a big gulp of breath and mentally preparing as she pushed the door and the familiar bell sounded.
Instinctively she looked to the counter and she nearly melted in embarrassment as Barry locked eyes on her, his eyes betraying any poker face he may have practiced. “Err, hi Hazel” he stuttered his handsome face reddening as he took in her appearance.
“Oh hi Barry” she replied nervously before she kicked into her planned routine. “Barry, I’m in a bit of a pickle” she started. “The girls are over for wine and in a game of bloody truth and dare I’ve been tasked with coming in here and buying two porn mags” his face breaking into a grin as she lied her way through her story, her gestures exaggerated in mock shock. “You know what Sarah and Michelle are like for hi jinks” she added as he pointed her to the magazines, a laugh now escaping his lips as she brought up names be knew.
Her body surged with adrenaline as she realised he wasn’t going to come to her rescue and that her arse would be fully exposed when she reached up to the top shelf. She was practically shaking when he unashamedly moved to get a better view.
“Oh fuck it” she whispered quietly, at least it’ll make his day she thought as she grabbed the two nearest magazines, her mini riding up over her bum as she expected. It was a fight or flight moment and she fought, her mind turning on its naughty dial as she turned to face him before readjusting herself.
His expression was priceless as he took in the view, Hazel grinning his way as she caught him staring. Walking back to the counter she made herself respectable again, before handing him her bank card. He had no words and she felt powerful leaving such a good looking man speechless. |
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As she exited she couldn’t believe how wet she felt and how the encounter with Barry had ignited something in her she’d never felt before. She crossed the road in a sexual daze and was shocked to realise she was unfastening her shirt, her boobs visible to anyone who saw her. She was carefree and excitable, her walk home invigorating.
Entering her place, she was naked apart from her heels by the time the lift delivered her to her floor and by the time she stepped through the front door she’d dropped her shopping to the ground, leant back against the door and had two fingers inside herself.
Her orgasm was quick and noisy but she wanted more. Collecting her bits and dashing to her bedroom, she checked her watch and was pleased to see time was her friend. She found the toys she wanted, a suction cup dildo and a very powerful bullet and set to work.
The dildo stuck to the wardrobe door at the first attempt and she casually reversed back onto it, her pussy clearly ready for the visitor as she powered on the bullet and found her clit. Her legs buckled slightly with the power, Hazel regretting leaving her heels on but she didn’t want to readjust and carried on, her body alive and turned on.
She came two more times before she finally tapped out, her pussy puffy and swollen, the dildo coated in her juices as she slid off it and sat on her bed. She had ten minutes to spare, the porno mags catching her eye and the need to concoct another story.
She knew there’d be a bigger picture as to why she had them but for now she was ready for a night hosting her friends and a few drinks to round off what had been a good week. |
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Hazel’s head was a bit fuzzy the following morning, a normal occurrence when she’d had a house full of friends. She knew there was a lot of tidying to do but had all day to sort her mess and had no other plans to interrupt her.
She made her way to the kitchen. Naked, she was glad the hearing had worked its magic, a glass of water necked in one before she poured another. She looked around and was pleased to see it was tidier than she remembered.
The porno mags were on the sofa, open at the centre spreads as she remembered fielding questions as to why she had them. Her lies were based on a true story of a colleague leaving and a series of daft and useless presents being purchased which seemed to be accepted but right now Hazel was intrigued to the contents and took them both back to her bed.
She recognised the titles from when her brothers swapped well thumbed editions years before. One of the mags was full of amateurs and Hazel found herself immersed in the pictures and stories as she turned the pages. She imagined if Sharon from Scunthorpe was really her name, her intrigue growing to wonder who had taken the snaps.
She marvelled at their confidence in showing real bodies, the lack of photoshop and professional make up adding to the seediness of the pics, Hazel shocked to discover she was wet and horny. She was engrossed as her fingers found her clit and she began to masturbate.
Last nights toys were still visible, the bullet a very welcome addition to her wank as her pussy felt incredible. She closed her eyes momentarily, her teeth nibbling her bottom lip gently, her moment shattered by a loud ping of an incoming message.
She froze as she read and re-read the message.
How ironic you chose the readers wives edition. Your photos need to be in the next edition and the newsagent must take the photos. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being a slut for the camera.
She was physically shaking as she realised the enormity of her situation. |
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Superbly written and a great story, can’t wait for more |
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As last nights events caught up with her Hazel had become really hungry but she couldn’t face food and just stared at her phone. How the fuck am I gonna pull this off she asked herself, looking at the now discarded porn mag for inspiration. “How did you do it ladies” she called out loudly knowing nobody could hear her.
She gulped down some more water and picked up the second mag. This was far more mainstream if there is such a thing. Models hunting for their big break, airbrushing making them appear more attractive but it wasn’t their looks that Hazel was focusing on.
Both magazines had defined a certain dress code and as she rustled though the pages she compared their garments to what she already owned, making mental notes on what she could order online to be riskier and more noticeable. When she was happy she’d got the clothing sorted she forced some food down and felt better within minutes. She still had a major hurdle to get over and for that to happen she had to dig deep within herself to find some sort of plan that would give her a chance of being successful.
A call from a close friend was a welcome distraction and by the time she’d hung up she’d agreed to go for a drink at their local pub. “Well aim for half five and grab some food” her mate Carol told her, Hazel agreeing and hanging up to shower.
As she shampooed her hair she knew she’d seen Barry in there before and hoped that he’d be enjoying a drink when she arrived so she could develop a relationship that would somehow lead to her being photographed by him. No pressure Haze she laughed to herself as she powered off the water and stepped into a towel that was perfectly warmed on the radiator.
She had an hour to kill and had already decided on jeans and a top, the tighter the better to show off her boobs. She reached for last nights bra and in a moment of wild abandon decided she would ignore the matching knickers going commando. What have you become she asked herself as she checked herself out in the mirror. |
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When it was time to leave for the pub she slipped on some trainers and a coat and looked like she was ready for the football rather than a drink but loved how she could dress down at the weekends and still feel good.
A neighbour walking his dog in the direction of the pub gave her some company for the first half of her journey, his moans about the new bins making her chuckle inwardly. She said her goodbyes when she turned right and he left, a text asking what she wanted as her mate was already at the bar. Surprise me she replied before speeding up slightly.
The pub was fairly busy when she finally got there and being a towny she knew a fair few of the drinkers. Hugs with people she hadn’t seen in ages followed before she finally spotted her mate and her much needed drink. “You’re popular” she was told as she laughed it off and kept it to herself she enjoyed the attention.
Numerous people interrupted their conversation over the next hour keen to ask questions after her family. Hazel was loving it, a much needed distraction to the weight still at the back of her mind. But the weight didn’t go. Steve the landlord came over and spoke. “We’re two ladies short for our mixed darts competition. It’s all for charity and your partners will be chosen randomly. It’s only for an hour, can I count you in”.
They looked at each other and grinned, “yeah we’re game” they smiled as they moved into the games room to join the others, a cheer welcoming their commitment but Hazel’s smile cracking slightly as her recently flashed shop keeper came into view.
Stood with his darts and a drink he looked good and Hazel prayed she was paired with him. The draw was about to happen and she listened intently. She was paired with a guy she’d never heard of, everyone telling her that he was the best player in the area which meant nothing to her, a gobby blonde wearing too much makeup getting the man she wanted. |
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Carol and her partner got knocked out early and Hazel soon realised why everyone had bigged up her partner as he really was very good. She was enjoying herself and noticed in the other half of the draw that Barry and his partner were making similar progress.
After an hour or so it was time for the final. Hazel and her partner John were to play Barry and his partner Clare. Hazel had always been competitive and this was no exception as she really wanted to win. The drink had caught up with Carol who’d ordered a taxi home, Hazel now free to do anything she wanted and she knew exactly what her first move was going to be.
Stood on the oche next to Barry and fuelled by several pints she leant over and whispered into his ear. “Who knows, if you let me win this I might just have to flash you again”. To his credit he didn’t say anything but nodded in her direction that he’d heard her words. “And what happens when I beat you” he replied back leaving her speechless as the compare of the night brought order to the room.
Both guys dominated the game, Hazel and Clare occasionally throwing a good dart to the delight of the crowd. They’d made plenty of money for the charity but Hazel was gutted when Barry’s dart flew into double 9 and he and Carol won the event. Hugs and handshakes followed, Hazel now wondering where the night would take her, the chance to cash in on her flashing comment now gone.
Friends of her brothers brought her into their round but by half ten she knew she had to get home. Two nights drinking had caught up with her but she had enough about her to walk home, the fresh air she hoped would be her best friend and a much needed tonic.
There were plenty of cars about and late night dog walkers lost in their own worlds for her to feel safe but Hazel had a gut feeling that she was being followed. She wanted to look back but chose to put her head down and speed up. Adrenaline surged through her body but she reached her road and could see the estate a few hundred metres ahead.
Footsteps behind her grew louder but she heard conversation and dismissed any threat as she finally turned into her estate, her place visible in the distance. This spurred her on to walk quicker and within seconds the safety of her drive came to her. |
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She fumbled about in her bag for her keys before remembering they were in her jacket pocket. She giggled to herself as she focused on the lock but before she had chance to open up she felt something behind her.
His hand clamped over her mouth to prevent the scream, his familiar face confusing her for a moment as she focused harder on trying to read his face. “You never told me what I’d get if I won” he whispered into her ear as his hand relaxed on her mouth.
She wanted to be angry at the shock he’d caused, and she now knew she had been followed home but a situation she wasn’t expecting had presented itself and she wasn’t going to waste it. She smiled widely and reached down between his legs, her hand grabbing for his cock through the denim of his jeans. “Well, I said I’d show you mine, so it’s only right you show me yours”, her fingers already tugging at his zip.
She expected some resistance but it never came. He’d obviously followed her with some intent so she was eager to see how far he’d go. His cock came into view and whilst it wasn’t as big as the last one she’d seen it looked like it had potential. She began to tug on it gently, life coming to it as it slowly stiffened.
“Here, let me help you” she told him as she unzipped herself and placed his hand into her knickerless jeans. “Dirty bitch” he smirked as he crudely pushed his fingers about inside her, the affect having the right reaction as his cock hardened to its full size. “Nice” she purred as she wanked him harder at the end of her drive.
It would have been easy to go inside and carry on but she wanted to see how brave he was and made no attempt to open the door. She wanked him harder, her grip making him wince slightly, his hand still scrambling around in her jeans as he fought for some balance in the situation.
“Cum on my pussy” she told him as she rubbed the top of his dick over her soft pubes. He grunted an inaudible reply, took his hand out of her jeans and concentrated on giving her what she wanted.
His load was heavy and thick as he held onto her shoulders for grip and unloaded over her. It was obvious he hadn’t cum for a while given the amount he produced. “Good boy” she beamed as she licked him up off her fingers. “Mmmm you taste good, now put your number in here as I’ve got plans for you” she told him as she handed him her mobile. |
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By the time she’d got upstairs she was back in her horniest state and wished she’d invited him. She used his cum as lube and fingered her pussy before turning her attention to her arse. It had been a long time since she’d played with her backside and she felt tight around her finger as she poked her middle finger in.
The toys were a welcome addition to her play time and she knew what she wanted, coating the dildo in real lube, rubbing the excess around her arse before she lined herself up.
Her tolerance to discomfort had increased significantly given the amount of beer she’d d*unk so when the dildo gave her that initial pop into her backside she was ready for it. Her head was swimming as she pushed back further, her muscles trying to fight back but the toy winning.
She played with her clit as her arse adjusted to being filled for the first time in ages. She began to wonder how hardcore she should be in her photos, thoughts of Barry with a hard cock turning her on. She still had work to do to get him to photo her but super he’d be game as he’d be totally anonymous.
She ignored her ringing phone as she brought herself to orgasm. The caller ID said it was Carol who’d be no doubt checking on her getting home. She made a mental note to text her back in a bit, her fingers now tapping out a rhythm on her throbbing clit.
Her orgasm was intense, her legs buckling as she dropped onto the carpeted floor of her bedroom. The toy lay discarded on the floor next to her as she caught sight of her gaping arse in the full length mirror. She began to giggle at her appearance. Her pubic hair matted in cum, he’s lubed arse looking raw but content, a bead of sweat making her hair stick to her forehead.
She stood and headed to the shower, the water bringing extra pleasure to her aching body. The morning might bring a hangover but right now she didn’t care. |
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Sunday was uneventful for Hazel. She woke just before 10, watched TV in bed until just after midday and finally sauntered to the kitchen to cobble up some lunch. She went back to bed to watch a film before relocating to the sofas around 4 ish to do some personal admin on her laptop.
All of her technology was synced but she’d never got out of the habit of cross referencing everything to paper and spent time making sure her paper diary told her exactly what hotel she was in this week and what parking had been booked.
With the heating up she paraded about in a skimpy thong and oversized t shirt all day and couldn’t be bothered to change when her tea was delivered, the normal male delivery guy from the local Indian replaced by a much livelier twenty something female who wasn’t shy in looking Hazel up and down. She was still smiling at this as she packed her case for the week, her lights off for bed just before half nine.
Hazel never struggled to wake up and was out of bed within seconds of her alarm sounding. After a quick shower she dressed, a decision made the night before which made her feel happy as she climbed into her work clothes. For the first time in years she’d decided in stockings and suspenders, infact she’d packed enough for every day that week. She felt sexy fixing the clips, smiled at herself in the mirror and went a step further deciding to be braless today.
The weight of her boobs would make them look awesome in her black shirt and her nipples stiffened as she fastened the buttons. She looked good and was sure she’d get the attention of her clients later that day. |
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There were many benefits to leaving at such an early hour and by the time Hazel reached the M62 satnav told her she was 15 miles away and a check of her watch said she had two hours until her first appointment. Traffic was building gradually and she didn’t mind going slower, her inner devil starting to surface as she thought of ways to occupy herself.
She hitched up her skirt revealing her stocking tops to anyone who looked in. Her seatbelt was nestled between her boobs making them look even bigger and she grinned widely as she aimed towards some lorries hoping she’d attract some attention.
Hazel will never know who saw what if anything but she felt great as she pulled off the motorway heading for Leeds city centre. She’d done this drive many times but still relied on her navigation system to make sure she was right. Her skirt was still hiked up as she pulled up alongside the security gate, a young nerdy looking guy sat with his clipboard. “Hazel Banks to see Andrew Clarke” she said formally, the young lad smirking at her name. “I appreciate the irony” she told him making him blush bright red as she entered the banks car park.
She knew he’d watch her park up and get out the car so she casually stepped out, slowly pulled down her skirt and adjusted her boobs making sure he saw every movement, his face a real picture as she winked and headed into the building.
Her game face was now on and she appreciated the small touches they’d made to recognise her presence on site. Her name was on the VIP list and the receptionist welcomed her like an old friend telling her Mr Clarke and the board were waiting for her upstairs. She took the lift that had been kept open for her, her devil striking again as she gently pinched both nipples, stiffening them for her male audience. This won’t take long she told herself as she reached her floor and stepped out into a very plush hallway. |
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“Hi Miss Banks, I’m Charlotte” a very attractive brunette said as she stepped out the lift. “Hazel please” she insisted as Charlotte introduced herself as the newest director. They shook hands firmly as Charlotte explained who she’d replaced, Hazel not sad to discover an old foe had left. “I love the outfit” Charlotte complimented, Hazel certain she’d been busted immediately on her lack of underwear.
“Hazel, good morning” a familiar voice sounded as she turned and saw Andrew walk towards her. They hugged like old friends and kissed cheeks as they caught up on recent gossip. Hazel was convinced Charlotte’s face dropped slightly as she saw them embrace but she wasn’t here to win new friends.
By the time they stopped for lunch she’d smashed her presentation and produced a set of figures that projected great returns for their investment. “Wow, you’ve earned your money today” Andrew grinned as food appeared and they relaxed for an hour. Hazel checked her phone for any changes to her day, a WhatsApp gaining her attention as she saw it was from Barry.
He’d only asked after her and to see if she was ok but she saw this as a big shift in her strategy to be photographed by him. She replied thanking him for the message, telling him she was at work and would message him properly later. Maybe I’ll send him a pic she grinned as she tucked her phone away and joined the others for food.
By 3pm she’d got the signatures and commitment she needed, a real sense of achievement filling her as she kissed Andrew goodbye, told Charlotte it was nice to meet her and headed back towards her car. Thankfully she was able to check in from 2pm so she set her mind to an afternoon swim beige an evening of potential fun with Barry. |
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Hazel anticipated the pool getting busy after five when most people finished work so she hurried from reception to her room, dumped her case and dashed back downstairs with her gym bag. The changing rooms were posh and spacious and her suspicions about it being quiet were confirmed when she saw no signs of anyone else.
As she fumbled about for her padlock it dawned on her what she was wearing. Oooops she giggled to herself as she hung her jacket and shirt up, her braless boobs enjoying the fresh air of the air con. She slid out of her dress next and now stood in her heels, suspenders and see through French knickers.
“Mmmm bloody gorgeous” a soft voice called out as Hazel nearly jumped out her skin in shock. She turned forgetting to hide her modesty, a woman in her early 50s walking towards the pool in a blue bikini staring and smiling at her as she appeared from a changing area Hazel hadn’t seen. No words were spoken, the lady kept walking but Hazel hurried quickly before someone else saw more than they bargained for.
The pool was empty which confused her but she was now in exercise mode and banged out length after length for 40 minutes solid, her swimming mojo well and truly found. Stopping at one end she saw signs for a sauna and steam room. She loved a sauna and couldn’t get out the pool quick enough in her excitement.
She showered off the pool water, its coldness making her jump and headed to the heat, a towel already hung outside. She placed hers next to it and opened the door, the intensity of the heat hitting her face. She was alone which surprised her and climbed up onto the top shelf, the wooden benches warm under her legs.
She felt great and leant back closing her eyes, her peace disturbed moments later when the door opened, a flash of blue catching her eye as the lady in the bikini joined her. “I think I preferred your other outfit more” she grinned “but you look equally as hot in that” she told Hazel who was momentarily lost for words. “You don’t scrub up too bad yourself” she replied, a moment of awkward silence following as they weighed each other up. |
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The stranger climbed up next to her and with all the room available Hazel felt a bit intimidated when she sat really close. “It never gets busy in here” she said breaking the silence. “Those business types are too bothered about shagging behind their wives backs to bother about the pool. I’ve often stripped off and enjoyed the heat over my body”.
“Don’t let me stop you” Hazel said without thought, the woman standing and heading to the door. Have I offended her she thought to herself but the stranger reached out for her towel. “Just incase anyone does visit” she said, Hazel reassured that she wasn’t too carefree.
Hazel expected her to wrap up in the towel and strip that way so she was gobsmacked when the woman just whipped her bikini off. “That’s better” she grinned, Hazel eyeing her up and down and impressed with her body. Her boobs were about a C cup and full, her pussy shaved completely bald. She arranged her towel and sat back on the bench.
Hazel felt a bit under pressure but with her debut in top shelf magazines impending she wanted to experience the thrill of being naked with a stranger. She slipped out her costume and then reached for the towel, the strangers eyes burning into her as she moved about. “Lovely” the woman grinned, clearly not bothered by such outbursts of affection.
“I’m sorry, I’m Linda” she smiled. “I thought we should at least know each others names if we’re sat naked with each other” she laughed as Hazel told her hers. “You have a beautiful figure Hazel” she added, her hand placing itself on Hazel’s thigh. She was thanked for her compliment, Hazel seemingly ok with the hand placement as Linda slid it gently over her thigh. “Confident too” her new friend added, Hazel blushing slightly as she felt her pussy dampen and her nipples stiffen.
She wanted to speak but was intrigued as to what Linda would do next. She suspected this wasn’t the first time Linda had hit on women in the sauna and quite frankly she was happy to be another notch on Linda’s bedpost. She parted her legs slightly, Hazel certain she heard Linda gasp. She took the bait and her hand slid further around her thigh. “I’d say you seem more confident than me” Hazel whispered before she leant towards Linda and planted her lips against the strangers.
Linda leapt back. “I’m sorry, you must have the wrong idea” she scolded sternly, Hazel all embarrassed and apologetic. Linda burst into a wide grin. “I’m only kidding with ya lass, come here” her hand reaching for Hazel and pulling her in for an embrace.
Hazel detected a slight taste of cigarette but kissed hard as Linda’s tongue explored her mouth. A finger found Hazel’s nipple as their kiss continued, Hazel returning the gesture as her hand cupped Linda’s boobs. “Fuck yeah, naughty bitch” Linda sighed as they embraced passionately, both of them now reaching between the others legs to explore. Hazel loved being fingered and hoped Linda was partial as her own knuckle slid deep into her new friends sex.
She told herself to slow down knowing that once she got too horny there’d be no stopping her. She only had Linda’s word that the pool was quiet so she slowed down a touch to make sure she still had her senses about her. Linda slid down onto the lower bench and moved between her legs. “Showtime” she said cheesily as Hazel spread her legs further and prepared herself for some tongue.
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The fact she was with a stranger and in a public place turned her on more than the actual act of receiving oral. Linda was enthusiastic but rougher than Hazel expected from another woman. She knew she’d still cum though, her inner dirtbag taking over as her clit was nibbled by an older lady. She moaned genuinely as her climax neared, Linda speeding up to bring on the orgasm.
“Fuck that was good” she sighed, Linda smiling at her as she stood. Hazel prepared herself to return the favour but was surprised when she was told to sit still and enjoy the encore. “Sit down here” Linda told her as she joined her new friend on the lower bench. Linda stood and faced her, a leg placed up on the bench as she began to play with herself vigorously.
As much as Hazel loved a wank herself she was also a big fan of watching others and was engrossed in watching Linda play. She could hear how wet she was but wasn’t expecting what happened next as jets of liquid covered her as Linda emptied herself in a noisy climax. “Bit of a party trick love” she beamed as she Hazel rubbed Linda’s cum all over her body. “I wish I could squirt” she confessed, Linda sitting back down to take a sip of water.
“Are you ok” Hazel asked as Linda confirmed she was. “Kneel on the bench” Hazel told her as Linda did as instructed, Hazel pulling her arse cheeks apart and rimming the older woman deeply. “Jesus that’s hot” Linda panted as Hazel probed her with her tongue, a finger sneaking in Linda’s pussy as she lapped away.
A noise broke up the embrace, both women reaching for their towels and sitting as a couple ventured past towards the water. “Let’s go and risk the showers” Linda instructed, Hazel following as they left the heat dripping in sweat and bodily fluids. |
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As soon as Linda cleared poolside she discarded her towel and strolled confidently into the changing area naked. Hazel was in awe of her confidence but was more cautious, only getting naked when it was obvious nobody else was about.
They grabbed their soaps and shampoos and hit the showers sharing a cubicle, a flimsy curtain the only thing preventing others from seeing them. The water was hot and the power high as Hazel wanted to get back between Linda’s legs and dropped to her knees.
She licked and probed her arse again, the task way more difficult with shower water cascading over her. She gave up and stood. Linda went to kiss her but Hazel turned her to face the wall and covered her hand in soap. Massaging it into her hand she soon made a lather and cleaned Linda from head to to. Linda had read the script and pushed her bottom up, Hazel’s finger pushing straight into it making the older woman jump slightly.
Linda played with her clit while Hazel fingered her bum, their combined noises growing as Hazel kissed Linda’s neck. She came hard, the water making it hard to see her squirt but she knew she had by the way she convulsed.
“Let’s get dressed and head for a drink” Hazel suggested, Linda apologising that she couldn’t as she had work in 30 minutes. “Where do you work” Hazel asked disappointedly, the chance for further action disappearing. “Here” Linda beamed, “I’m the manager”, hazel momentarily frozen to the spot at the revelation! |
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I wanked over so many readers wives when i was younger is it still a thing ? |
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Hazel had a pair of leggings and a t shirt in her gym bag so didn’t have to fully dress before returning to her room. She’d shared a last kiss with Linda before heading up in the lift, her head in a whirl given how surreal her last hour had been.
Although she’d showered she ran a bath and enjoyed a long soak before thinking of dinner and chatting to Barry later on. As she enjoyed soak she liked at tomorrow’s diary, local meetings in the morning and then a trip along the motorway to Liverpool in the afternoon. Tomorrow night was a meal with clients before being in their office all the following day.
Once dried she pulled on some jeans and a jumper, deciding to head out into town for food rather than staying at the hotel. She was hungry but didn’t know what she fancied and wandered in the hope something would catch her eye, a cosy looking Chinese winning that battle.
She messaged Barry asking how his day was and would he be free to message in an hour, his reply almost instant and very positive as he confirmed he would, his messages now ending with x’s which made Hazel smile.
She ordered her food and treated herself to a glass of wine as she recounted the meeting with Linda. She convinced herself she must prey on visiting females but didn’t care one bit that she was the latest. She googled tomorrow’s hotel to see if they had a pool but they didn’t. Oh well you got lucky once she giggled to herself, the waitress giving her a strange look as she sat there chuckling away.
The food was incredible and she moved slower afterwards with a full belly. She contemplated taking a drink up to her room but she had water already there and chose not to. Her bed was comfy and she’d stripped off enjoying the heating when she picked her phone up and sent Barry her first message of the night. He was clearly ready as his reply came quickly. Game on, Hazel said to herself as she penned a text that would make her intentions perfectly clear. |
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She chose to go big from the off. After a quick hello she told Barry exactly what she wanted from him. She told him seeing the images of ‘real women’ showing themselves off had turned her on immeasurably and she felt liberated to do the same. He read the message instantly but took ages to reply. Finally his message came.
Ok, I have questions he wrote, Hazel confirming she was happy to answer anything he had to ask. He was quicker this time, a flurry of questions asking her about protecting her identity, what if people she knew saw, all the stuff she expected.
That’s on me she replied, I just need a photographer and hoped you’d be up for it, a load of kisses and a kissing emoji her way of flirting via message in the hope he’d say yes. He did and she was made up and told him so. The naughty Hazel kicked in and she propped the camera on the vanity table so she could send a pic.
Something like this she wrote as she sent the message, a picture of her naked, bent over touching her toes. Damn I look good from behind she complimented herself as Barry replied saying how hot she looked. She hoped it may spur an exchange of pictures but Barry apologetically signed off, he had to be up at 4 and it was nearly 10.
He promised he’d do some research and get a feel for what pics they might take, Hazel pleased his enthusiasm now matched hers. She sent a text to the other number she had saved. Photographer confirmed. |
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The early start, swim and late bath had made Hazel tired and she was asleep within seconds of lights out. She didn’t stir once, her alarm waking her at 7am the following morning. Sitting up in bed she saw a piece of paper had been passed under her door, a handwritten message thanking her for her time in the sauna. She guessed Linda had visited, a slight sense of regret as she smiled at the memories.
Today she wore a bra and she felt incredibly sexy pulling her stockings up over her legs, the softness feeling great on her skin. She clipped them to the suspender belt and deliberately put her heels on next, parading around in her room to herself like a model. She looked good and reluctantly completed dressing, her case already packed as she collected her bits and headed down to breakfast.
The food was great but she was still a bit full from last night so didn’t pig out too much. She checked emails, drank coffee and climbed into her car at 8.25 for the ten minute trip to today’s clients. The journey was uneventful and the morning went to plan so by lunch time she was back in her car heading over to her second destination of the week.
She was looking forward to her evening, clients who’d become friends taking her to dinner. The brief had been to dress posh and Hazel relished that kind of instruction although her bank balance groaned somewhat at the £200 she spent on dress she couldn’t wait to wear! |
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