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Mark (1)
Elise had been back for a week now. Mark and Libby had fallen back into the old routine with her. She was the perfect au pair really. Kept house wonderfully well for them, was honest, was good with the dogs, did not take advantage in any way.
A friend, almost a friend with benefits, not quite there, at least with Mark.
Both Mark and Libby had been delighted when Elise had agreed to sign a new contract. They were quite under her spell, and the icing on the cake was that gradually, tentatively, she had begun to fuel their sexual fantasies and desires.
So far Mark had made only limited progress. She flirted and teased, ‘accidentally’, showed him her panties. He longed to get into them. The very thought gave him a raging hard on that made him want to wank really bad.
She stripped in her bedroom with the light on. Mark was never sure if she had guessed that he was out in the back garden with the dogs, watching her, and was deliberately showing him her bare titties and hairy pussy.
He was dying to ride her. Fuck her up the bed, his cock buried right up her tight Nordic twat.
Saturday night Mark had been unable to sleep, went to the spare room to avoid disturbing Libby. He was still asleep in the morning when Elise slipped into the room.
She put down his coffee on the bedside table and gently shook his arm. After a moment Mark groggily opened his eyes.
‘Your coffee Mark,’ Elise said softly, giving his arm a shake. ‘Just the way you like it, two sugars, not too strong.’
Mark sat up and ran his fingers through his hair as he slowly came round from a deep sleep.
‘Is Libby around,’ he asked, stifling a yawn.
‘She’s gone for her run,’ answered Elise, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
‘He took a gulp of his coffee and was suddenly aware of Elise’s perfume and a hint of something else.
They chatted for a minute then she shifted a little closer. Mark was suddenly wide awake, conscious of the warmth of her body so close to him. His cock stirred in his boxers. He could see her nipples through her thin pink tee shirt. He glanced at her long legs under a short, white skirt as she toyed with the hem.
Mark’s eyes drifted to her braless breasts when she raised her arms and yawned, flaunting her firm high tits.
‘Oops,’ she giggled. He couldn’t help ogling her pert nipples. She crossed her legs and the skirt rode up. She was playing with him. He well knew this, but it only increased his desire for her hot Swedish body.
Elise casually put her hand on his leg through the duvet, kept it there as they chatted. She was practically touching him up! His cock had gone hard.
‘What were you doing down there in the garden at night Mark, before I went on vacation,’ she asked wide eyed. I keep forgetting to close the curtains when I’m undressing. She locked eyes bursa eskort bayan with him.
‘ Were you watching me, you naughty boy,’ she breathed.
Her hand moved on his leg but she did not seem conscious of how close her fingers were to his aching penis. He was on tenterhooks, wanted to ease his leg closer to her fingers, just an inch or two and he would feel her touching him. He was starting to sweat.
‘Are you hiding something from me Mark?’ she whispered.
With one hand she drew back the duvet.
‘You dirty thing,’ she said staring at Mark’s boxers tented by a full-blown erection.
She moved off the bed and wiggled across to an upright chair. She sat down, undid her hair, shook it loose and uncrossed her legs giving him a flash of tight pink panties.
‘Show me what you did Mark’ she said, ‘we have a little time. ‘..
Mark flushed.
‘Take off your boxers Mark and show me.’
This was crossing a bridge, but Mark just couldn’t resist. His hard prick felt like it was going to burst. He worked down his underwear revealing his erect pulsing cock and heavy balls.
‘Mmh that’s a big one Mark,’ she husked. ‘Are you going to play with it and is that what you did in the garden as well?
Half dazed, Mark wondered again if she had deliberately shown him everything she’d got through the lit window.
She eased up her tee shirt revealing her ripe breasts and nipples.
‘Go on,’ she said, ‘masturbate for me.’
She parted her legs a little giving him a tantalizing hint of the vee of her pink panties.
Eyes glued to her breasts Mark began to work his cock, sliding his fingers up and down the shaft slowly easing back his foreskin with each pull.
Elise teased her nipples, eyes fixed on him jerking off.
She watched in silence, as he got into a rhythm. Pre-cum started to ooze from his cock and he smeared it over the bulbous head of his prick.
‘Such a nice cock Mark,’ she said, ‘Toss it, for me you dirty thing.’ she whispered as she spread her legs wider showing him the silky, pink underwear covering the plump mound of her cunt.
Mark, red in the face, ogled Elise’s pantied twat, imagining ripping her panties off, wondering if she had shaved her pussy as his hand pumped faster up and down his swollen penis.
‘Do you like my panties?’ teased Elise. ‘I’ll get them to you later so you can sniff them if you want to, or even put them on so you can feel their silkiness against your cock and balls thinking of my sticky quim while chatting to Libby…….
Her voice trailed off…….
Mark was breathing heavily now as he fisted his cock. He raised his hips up off the bed, starting to gasp, frantic.
‘O fuck,’ he moaned, staring between Elise’s open legs as he exploded, shooting ropes off cum into the air till he emptied his balls.
He lay back spent.
Elise locked eyes with him bursa merkez escort again
‘You naughty boy,’ she breathed, trailing a finger over dollops of jizz spattering his hairy chest, ‘so much cum.’
She stood up and left the room.
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Libby (1)
Libby showered after her run. Mike had already gone out to meet his buddies in town. She could hear Elise in the laundry room She had overdone it a little today but had a nice afterglow from the exercise.
She tied back her hair, slipped on a fresh pair of panties, wrapped herself in a short toweling robe and went downstairs.
Elise was back in the kitchen, rinsing some plates at the sink. Libby eyed her firm smooth thighs; she felt a little flutter of excitement in her tummy. This was her first chance of being alone with Elise with Mark out of the way.
‘Hi,’ said Elise, turning round, ‘did you have a good run Libby?’
‘Yes,’ she answered. ‘It was nice, possibly went too far though. I’m a bit stiff.’
She couldn’t help but notice Elase wasn’t wearing a bra. She tried not to look at her breasts.
‘That’s a nice little skirt Elise,’ she said, ‘It suits you. Elise gave a little twirl, laughing.
‘Thank you Libby,’ she smiled.
I’ll make you coffee and then massage your legs Libby,’ Elise continued. ‘You will feel much better.’
Libby flushed a little, recalling the last time Elise had given her a massage, but Elise seemed not to notice.
‘Goodness Libby,’ went on Elise, ‘Mark had a very big breakfast today, he must have been very hungry. He said he needed to get his energy levels back up.’
She gave Libby an enigmatic little smile.
Libby faltered. Surely he hadn’t fucked her she wondered. A pang of jealousy ran through. I’m just being ridiculous she thought. She tried to cover up her confusion.
Elise caught her eyes.
‘I’ll make you a coffee Libby and then I’ll do your legs.’…………………… Libby settled into an armchair in the lounge. Elise knelt at her feet and massaged her aching left calf and then the right one, gently kneading into the muscles.
Libby stole a look at Elise’s ripe tits and nipples as the au pair concentrated on the massage.
‘Put one foot up on the little stool please Libby and I’ll start on your thighs.’
She gave Libby a coy smile.
Libby felt a little flutter in her stomach again as she lifted up her foot.
Elise shuffled forward to ease the pressure on her knees.
Libby was aware that Elise could now see right up between her legs to her white cotton panties.
Elise began to massage Libby’s left thigh, first the front and then moved her hand round to her inner thigh. Up, down, slowly stroking, gently kneading. Back up dangerously close to Libby’s panties… back down…Libby bursa sınırsız escort bayan bit her lip as Elise’s fingers drifted across the back of her knee.
‘Other foot now,’ said Elise.
Libby felt her knees weaken as the steady rubbing and stroking continued. She started to get wet.
Elise lifted Libby’s foot down on to the floor.
‘There,’ said Elise, ‘how does that feel?’
She moved the stool away and shuffled forward practically right between Libby’s thighs. Libby was finding it hard to breath properly, her legs drifted apart.
‘Good thank you,’ she managed awkwardly.
‘And this Libby, how does this feel?’
Libby gasped as Elise ran a finger down the crotch of her exposed panties, slipped it into the leg of her underwear and tickled her clit.
Libby moaned and wriggled as Elise eased her finger up into her moist cunt and stirred her pot.
She looked down, reddened as she felt the finger plop out of her hole.
Elise got to her feet, pulled her tee shirt up and off. Libby tingled as she stared at Elise’s firm breasts and nipples that had gone hard.
Elise’s hands went up her skirt. She pulled down her lacy pink panties and kicked them away.
‘Stand up Libby,’ she ordered. She undid Libby’s robe and slipped it off her, yanked down her panties to her thighs. Libby felt faint as Elise’s fingers cupped her tits and pinched her nipples.
‘Turn round,’ whispered Elise.
Libby sighed as Elise’s fingers found her tits again from behind and began to feather her aching nipples.
Elise teased a finger down Libby’s spine making her shiver, ran the finger further down into her bottom crack.
Libby jolted.
‘Does Mike do this to you,’ Elise questioned as she pushed the tip of her finger up Libby’s anus.
Libby squealed, shocked.
‘Does he Libby,’ Elise asked insistently. ‘Does he put his finger up your little tight hole.’ Libby wriggled helplessly starting to cream herself, turned on by the dirty talk.
‘Do like it up your butthole Libby,’ Elise asked, wiggling her finger deeper into her.
‘My god what are you doing Elise?’ she groaned. Desperately she clenched her buttocks, but it was too late, her sphincter surrendered, and Elise’s finger slid into warm wetness.
Elise’s free hand slipped between Libby’s legs stroked her pussy, caressed and teased her clit. She slipped two fingers up her cunt.
‘You’re soaking wet Libby,’ she murmured.
‘Please,’ moaned Libby.
Elise began to finger fuck Libby’s quim and tight little pucker; up, down, round and round, in and out. First one hole then the other. Squelching lewd sounds punctuated a brief silence as Elise ramped up the pace, sensing Libby was coming to the boil.
Libby cried out.
‘Oh, oh oh,’ she went, arching up, see-sawing, gyrating wantonly in a lewd sexual dance on Elise’s busy fingers. Elise felt her tense, felt her asshole throb and clutch at her finger as she brought her to a shattering orgasm.
She stroked her hair and cuddled her till she came down.
‘Hold me tight,’ groaned Libby clutching at her, oblivious to the cum and bum juice dripping down her quivering thighs, staining Elise’s skirt.
TO BE CONTINUED