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“You’re right, Guantanamo Bay is the much stronger film,” Beth said, leaning forward to take her glass from the coffee table.  She sat back into the couch, crossing her legs towards me, the hem of her blue wrap dress sliding above her knee.  “I love Neil Patrick Harris.” “Oh, he should have got an Oscar for that,” I said, standing up and gesturing at her glass. Her laugh bubbled out.  She narrowed her eyes, the lines at the corners softening the piercing blue.  “I hardly think so.”  Another giggle.  “He was way too much of a horn dog.  You can’t hand out Academy Awards for that sort of role.” Our fingers touched as I took her proffered glass, the tick of a spark.  It broke the flow, both of us caught in a stare.  It was only a couple of seconds, but it definitely lingered. Or did it? I didn’t know. “Ah, I’ll, um, take care of these,” I said, lifting the glasses.  “Same again?” “Yeah,” she breathed, her fingers brushing her neatly-pinned blonde hair just above her ear. “How about you pick the next one and I’ll sort out something to eat.”  I splashed two healthy gouts of shiraz into our glasses, emptying the bottle.  “You okay with an antipasto-type thing, or do you want something sweet?” “No, antipasto sounds great,” she said, walking past the kitchen bench.  “I’m just going to use the bathroom.” I fussed about putting a platter together, arranging little bowls of olives and marinated mushrooms in amongst the cheese, crackers and meats.  It wasn’t until I was fanning out the last of the julienned cucumber that I realised Beth had been gone a while. “Beth?” I called through the bathroom door.  “Are you okay?” “Um, yeah…” “Okay, that doesn’t sound very convincing.  What’s going on?” I asked.  “Beth?” “Promise you won’t laugh?”  Her voice was small. I was already chuckling.  Probably not.” “Liam!” “Okay, okay.”  I got myself under control.  “What is it?” “I had a bit of an accident,” she whined. “What do you mean, ‘you had a bit of an accident’?”  I put my hand on the doorknob.  “Did you get stuck in the bowl and I’ve got to call the Fire Department?  Or did you shit all over my bathroom and now I have to throw my house out?” “Nooo!” she laughed.  “I just…  Oh, fuck it.”  She opened the door a crack and sighed.  It took her forever to look up at me, her cheeks pink. “I thought I’d finished,” she started in a whisper.  “I was washing my hands and a little more pee came out.”  Her blush deepened.  “I, um…  I wet my panties a little bit.” “Oh, okay,” I smiled, my shoulders bouncing a couple of times.  “It’s okay.  It happens.  It’s pretty normal, especially after you’ve had kids.  There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” “I know.  Thank you.”  She looked down.  “I might just head home though.” “Oh, no.  Don’t be bahis siteleri silly,” I pleaded.  “Please stay.  I was really looking forward to hanging out with you this afternoon.” Beth smiled up at me, her expression doe eyed.  She snorted a laugh, tilted her head, shrugged a shoulder.  “I don’t have any underwear.” My brain snagged, all rational thought abandoning me.  Then it suddenly came to me.  “Hang on!”  I’ve got some spare panties.  What size are you?” “Ummm…”  Her eyes were wide. My cheeks burned.  “Oh, no, no.”  I held my hands up.  “They’re like leftovers from old three-packs and stuff from my ex-.  They’ve never been worn.  I think there’s a couple of different sizes.  She gained a bit of weight there at the end.” Beth raised an eyebrow. “No, wait.”  My face felt hotter, if that was possible.  “I don’t mean…” “Relax, Liam,” Beth said, touching my forearm.  “It’s okay.”  She held my gaze with a smile.  “I’m a size twelve.” “Okay, cool.  I’m pretty sure I can do that.  Just wait here, and I’ll, um…”  I thumbed down the hall towards my bedroom. I was back a minute later, with a small handful of satin and lace. “Well, these are sexy,” Beth said, holding up the black G-string.  They had scalloped frills on the hips and a bow on the waistband, but it was the scandalous lace insert plunging down the gusset that called for a clean shave. “Sorry, they were the only twelves.  All the others are eight and ten.” “It’s okay.  Thank you.”  She shooed me away and retreated back into the bathroom.  By the time I ferried the wine and nibbles to the coffee table, Beth was back on the couch, scrolling through the menu with my Apple remote.  “A Million Ways to Die in the West?”  Then reading from the screen, “’Strong sexual references’ and ‘crude humour’?” “Oh, and Neil Patrick Harris again,” I added, breaking eye contact.  “Let’s do it.” The jokes were bawdy and had us both laughing throughout, Beth honest-to-God snorting at most of Sarah Silverman’s lines.  She blushed every time she did, which I just found adorable.  That, and her legs I snuck a peek at as often as I dared. Beth reached out and took my hand after the post-credits scene.  She smiled at me, her brilliant blue eyes dreamy.  “That was fun.  I had a great time.”  Then she sighed and perched forward on the couch.  “But I really do have to get going.  Steve’s dropping the kids off tomorrow morning and I just want to get everything ready before they come home.” Smiling back and squeezing her hand, I pulled her up.  Beth helped me with the dishes, and we danced around each other as she collected her things and made her way to the front door.  We joked around as we went, talking about the movies and quoting lines like a couple of geeky teenagers. A pause canlı bahis siteleri in our banter led to silence.  It wasn’t quite awkward, but definitely loaded.  Adding to the effect, the glow of the late-afternoon sun streaming in through the frosted glass. Beth stepped into me, craning her face up to mine.  Our lips met, warm and soft.  The wetness of her tongue followed, searching out my own.  The press of her body; the weight of her arms around my neck:  it was all too much. Then it was over. She had an impish grin, and I had a massive erection. “Sorry.  I don’t know what got into me,” she whispered, chewing at her bottom lip.  “I think it’s these panties.  They make me feel really sexy.” I can’t quite describe the sound I made.  And I shudder to think what the expression on my face looked like. Beth’s mouth opened, her breath echoing off the hard surfaces of my entryway.  “Do you want to see what they look like on me?” My world started spinning. She grabbed handfuls of blue fabric at her thighs and slowly drew the hemline up her legs, bunching her dress up in her fingers.  It rose and rose.  Inch after glorious inch of her thighs came into view, her curves flaring as she went.  Then the tiniest wedge of black satin. My nose throbbed with my pulse.  My fucking nose!  The heat in in my face was searing.  I couldn’t breathe. Her dress settled at her waist, her panties exposed.  My panties.  On her. “Oh, fuck,” I said. “We can do that if you want,” she breathed. “God, more than anything.”  I was trembling. “Yeah?”  She grinned up at me. “Yeah,” I said, stepping forward and taking her by the hips.  The texture of the lace was so wonderfully rough against the softness of her skin. My mouth found hers again. She broke the kiss.  “Where do you want to fuck me?” “In the pussy,” I said. Beth snorted so hard, snot came out.  She buried her face in my chest, honks of laughter shaking us both where we stood. “No, you idiot,” she laughed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.  “I meant where in the house?” “Oh, right.”  My entire face prickled with sweat.  “This way.” I led her to my bedroom, lifting her dress up over her head as we went.  Dropping it on the floor, I traced my fingers down her upstretched arms, over the straps of her nude bra, the sweep of her waist, and then back to the lacey frills at her hips.  The bounce of her ass on those final steps into my bedroom was hypnotic. Another kiss.  This time, her hands clawed through my hair.  Mine enjoyed the dips and curves of her back, her smooth skin cool to the touch. Coming up for air, Beth helped me off with my shirt.  She ran her palms down my torso, her eyes locked on the progress of her hands.  As she hooked her fingers into my waistband, canlı bahis her brilliant blue eyes shot up to meet my gaze. Another cheeky smile. Beth dropped to her knees, taking my pants with her, boxers and all.  She was the only colour on a field of charcoal carpet.  Biting her lip again and looking up at me, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said. Me neither.  I just stared down at her, watching her ever-so-slowly taking my cock into her mouth.  She didn’t break eye contact for a second.  The warm suction of her mouth…  The soft, wet cradle of her tongue…  The blush of her cheeks when she took off her bra… The way she moaned when she titty-fucked me… Beth stood just in time, sliding her body up mine and knocking me back onto my bed.  I scooched back into the middle of the mattress, kicking away the covers to expose crisp white sheets as I went.  I was shivering with anticipation.  She crawled up over me, the shine of pre-cum and saliva glistening on her breasts. “You’re a blood donor, right?” she asked, sitting up astride me.  “You’re clean?” “Um, yeah.”  I nodded, a flush of heat across my face.  This was really fucking happening! Beth pulled the G-string to one side with one hand and guided my cock to her snatch with the other.  She sank down with a slurp, gasping as she did. “Oh, fuck!”  I threw my head back and closed my eyes.  I was buried to the hilt in her sopping vagina.  The heat of her…  I couldn’t believe my luck.  I was actually having sex with Beth Rogers, bareback.  Oh, my fucking God! She ground herself into me, rolling her hips back and forth.  The sup and slop of her pussy was intoxicating, together with her melodic vocalisation.  I loved her voice.  She had a beautifully clear Australian accent, flat and slightly nasal.  The sound of her mewling was such a deadly siren song. Her breasts, too, were amazing.  Watching her squeeze the soft flesh and pinch her nipples, her head thrown back in ecstasy, was doing my head in.  Then I remembered. A group of us were out for drinks.  Two or three in, talk shifted to a guy a couple of us knew, his incredibly short stature and suspected small penis of note.  One of the girls stole the show, claiming that a small dick left more room for toys.  But it was Beth’s comment that he would be at the right height to suck her tits while they fucked that stuck with me. I heaved myself up, nearly blowing out my abs in the process.  Taking Beth’s heavy breasts from her, I kissed her, sucking on her tongue.  Then I pulled her down over me.  She braced herself against the timber bedhead, trying to snuff out her clit on my pubic bone.  Her tits swung in my face and I gorged myself, licking, sucking and nipping at her.  Her chewy little nubs were an absolute delight. “Oh, fuck yeah,” she whined, her gyrations picking up in tempo over the agonisingly short minutes that followed.  “Yeah, that’s it.  Uh-huh.  Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come! Oh, God …”

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