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The morning after it happened, I got up, went to class, went to the gym, had lunch, went to class again. It was a completely normal day. It wasn’t until I was halfway through my studio class later that afternoon that I heard the little voice in my head….what the hell did I do last night?I pushed the voice aside and focused on my painting. My edges were coming together, but I still wasn’t happy with the red. Too bright, too lively, too……I’m not the kind of girl that does things like that…I clenched my jaw and leaned in to break up a glob with the end of my brush. I needed to get lost in my work, to get in the zone. I didn’t have time for voices….I would never just flirt with some older man and then take him into a closet and let him put his hand up my skirt. I mean…I felt my cheeks turning red and the hair on the back of my neck standing up. I glanced around nervously. Everyone else was busy with their canvases, but I seemed frozen. I didn’t want to think about what had happened last night – at least, not yet – but something in the back of my mind was insisting. I thought that if maybe I just acknowledged them, the voices would let me get back to work.It did happen. I did do that. I flirted with an older man – a married one – and then… we kissed in the supply room. He pulled me into him and ran his hand up the back of my thigh, lifted my skirt and, and… I came. I came harder than I’d ever cum before.I could almost conjure up a tiny remnant of that light and airy flutter in my chest that I had felt last night. I squeezed my thighs together and felt a warm flush of pleasure. The room tilted a little as I indulged the sensation, remembering his lips on my neck and his fingers in my pussy. I could still smell him, still almost taste him. I could still feel the hardness of his cock when he pressed against me. What would it be like to feel it in my hand, to take it in my mouth?I stared at the tip of my brush, hovering over the Escort Yakacık canvas, ready for the next stroke. It was quivering. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on not letting the room spin. My cheeks were burning and my panties were definitely wet. I felt like every eye in the room was on me, but I couldn’t turn to face them because I knew they’d be able to see in my eyes how badly I was burning for that man.In a huff, I got up to rinse my brushes. Pretending to paint was pointless when all I wanted was for some forty-something married stranger to fuck my brains out. What on earth was wrong with me? I mean, I’m not a bold person. I don’t make the first move. Hell, I rarely make the second move. And yet, I led him to the closet and basically threw myself at him. I washed the too-bright red paint from my brush and my fingers before packing up and leaving.On the walk home, I tried to reason it out….okay, when did I first see him?He was across the room, standing near my painting, but he was looking directly at me. I remember wondering if he had worked out that the nude woman in the painting was me. And I remember being turned on at the thought. Plus, he had those big, beautiful, brown eyes. And the way he was looking at me! Guys of my age don’t look at me that way. So… knowing, so penetrating….so, is that why I talked to him?Maybe. I mean, it was supposed to be a marketing event, and he was looking at my painting, so it was the perfect opportunity….okay, then what?Then he said I was beautiful. I mean, he said the woman in the painting was beautiful. And strong. And brave. And then he looked at me again, and it was like I was standing in the middle of all those people, completely naked, but it was okay because he was the only one who could see that I was naked. That’s when I knew I wanted to fuck him.Guys my age are fine. I mean, I’ve only been with a few. They’re fast and frantic and Atalar escort rough and careless, and that’s fun sometimes, I guess. But what Alan did was… so, so different. It was calm but intense, fun but… intimate all at the same time. He knew what he wanted and he knew what I wanted and he knew how to do it. It was awesome.I climbed the steps to my apartment, trying to not let my art bag get slammed in the screen door like always. I was feeling a little better. Maybe a little calmer. Maybe I just liked older men. Is that so bad? I mean, some girls do, right? I walked into my tiny apartment and threw my stuff onto the chair by the door.“Jessica, you home?”No answer, and probably for the best. I needed some time to sort this out. I put on some music and started filling the sink to clean my roommate’s dirty dishes. The water felt unusually cold on my skin. I left my hand under the water to wait for it to warm up, and my thoughts automatically turned back to last night’s encounter….when he put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet and basically pinned me to the wall and I completely surrendered because the only thing I wanted in the entire world was for him to fuck me…Believe it or not, this was a new experience for me. The few times I’ve had sex, I’d never… fantasized… about it afterward. I didn’t even think about it afterward. It was just a thing that happened, and it was fun or sometimes maybe not, and then it was just over and life went on….and when he shoved his fingers up inside me and fucked me hard with them…I could still hear the wet, slapping sounds. I remember glancing nervously over his shoulder at the door, terrified that at any moment it would open and we’d be caught.I put a freshly rinsed plate in the drying rack but paused before picking up another. I just let the memory of him pressed against me fill up my entire body. I had never felt so much pure desire in my entire life.I Kadıköy escort bayan dropped the sponge in the sink and swept my t-shirt over my head and just stood there, enjoying the feeling of cool air on my nipples, enjoying the electric thrill of being exposed in an unusual place. I grazed one nipple with soapy fingers and surprised myself with a very involuntary moan. I pinched my nipple and moaned again, letting the hot, roiling lust flood upward from my toes. I turned off the water, unbuttoned my shorts, and let them fall to the floor. I pushed my panties down, stepped out of them, and walked naked to the bathroom.I needed water. I needed to feel something washing over me, consuming me, the way I had felt consumed last night. I swept back the shower curtain and twisted the faucet on. As I waited for hot water, I replayed the scene again in my head. I leaned back against the sink and spread my legs a little, sliding my middle finger along my wet pussy lips….ohhh, that feels good…I was so incredibly wet that I had no problem immediately slipping in two fingers.I’ve masturbated before, of course. But it was always a utilitarian, almost mechanical thing. If I couldn’t sleep, or if I was just bored and horny, I’d pull the covers up and make myself cum. It wasn’t sex; it was just orgasm. But this… this felt like sex. I was fucking myself and caressing my body, running my free hand around my hips and up to my breasts, squeezing and pinching, before moving further up to grasp my neck, run lightly over my lips and finally nestle into my hair. I bent my knees to try to get more of my fingers inside me, trying to mimic the motions he’d used, but I couldn’t quite get the angle right to ram into my clit the way he did.Frustrated, I straightened up and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over every part of me. I pushed the wet hair from my face and went back to rubbing my pussy. I imagined Alan there with me, naked, his arms wrapping around me to cup my breasts. I could feel his breath in my ear and his lips on my neck. I put one foot up on the edge of the tub and slid my fingers back inside, clamping down on them with my pussy. I pulled out slowly, imagining that it was his cock, before pushing back up hard.

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