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November 30, 2012
Andee Scores A Bullseye!
A big thank you has to go out to a friend who sent this story to me when I was asking for some ideas to help me write a new Fantasy Friday update. I know I have a lot of different ideas circulating around in my imagination – a lot of which you have already heard about – so I really love to hear about some of yours; especially when they involve lil’ ol’ me!
Ted is someone who I have gotten to know a little bit over the past couple years, and we chat every now and then, so he knows a little about what makes me tick. I loved the scenario when we started talking about it, and now I can’t wait for my next business trip! Sit back and enjoy Ted’s story:
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Andee dropped her suitcase on the hotel bed and had a look around the room. It had been a fairly uneventful trip to Springfield, where she was going to spend the next couple days at a workshop for her job. The room was typical of road-trip hotels; the basics covered in the bathroom and for morning coffee but not much else.
As she walked into the room, a few heads turned her way. Even after waking up early to catch her flight and spending all day running from here to there, she was still looking amazing in her jeans and button down shirt. Her high heels added a touch of style to the look, and sent a message that she wasn’t just some local. The bar area wasn’t full, so she found a small table to sit at and check out the crowd. It was what you would expect – mostly travelling business men, and a waitress that was a few years past being eligible to work at the local Hooters.
Andee ordered a drink and some munchies. She opened up her romance novel to where she had left off on the flight in and read while she waited for her food to arrive. Every now and then Andee would check out the guys playing pool – more specifically when a couple of the better looking ones would bend over the table to take a shot. Off to one side, she happened to notice a handsome man in his 40s playing darts with another guy. Occasionally she would catch him looking at her and she would smile politely and go back to reading. This game continued for some time, and when Andee had finished her drink the waitress appeared with another.
“The gentleman playing darts asked me to deliver this to you,” she said, placing the drink down.
Andee looked at the man, raised her glass and mouthed “thank you” to him. She blushed as she did; surprised at his kindness and slightly intrigued. It had been a long time since Andee had found herself in this kind of situation, having spent many years with her husband and not travelling alone much..
He smiled back and casually made his way over to her table.
“I hate to see a lady drinking alone … but I’m going to make an assumption you're not from around here?”
Andee replied, and told her new friend that she was in Springfield to attend a workshop the following day. Ted, as she learned was his name, was in town for a few days also for work but didn’t go into great detail, asking more questions about Andee as they sat and talked. When she had finished her drink that he had bought, Ted offered to buy another.
“Trying to get me drunk?” Andee playfully teased.
“Not at all, I just appreciate good company … and since we are both on the road, and have nothing really pressing to do this evening, thought we might just spend some time becoming momentary friends. Unless, you want to go to bed.”
“Pardon me,” Andee replied in her Canadian way.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean ‘that’. Look, why don’t we order a round and do something safe – something where there will be lots of witnesses, just so you don’t think I’m one of those guys just hitting on you.”
“You mean you’re not?” she replied with a feigned disappointment.
“Uh … how about darts,” Ted said quickly, trying to verbally back-peddle his way out of trouble.
“I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a darts player,” Andee told her new friend and flashed a flirtatious smile. “So you might want to stand behind me.”
Her new friend explained how the simple game worked, explaining the scoring and what each ring meant for points. After Ted had done this, Andee said she normally played sports with some sort of outcome for the winner and the loser.
“Good point,” he replied. “How about this, the loser buys the winner dinner tomorrow night. But the winner gets to pick the restaurant. That way, no matter who wins there will be something nice for each of us …”
Andee liked that idea, because it meant that no matter how the game finished, she would at least have some company the next evening. The game went on, back and forth, until close to the end. Andee had a sense that perhaps Ted was toying with her until the last few throws. On his final throw, he completely missed the board, sending the dart bouncing to the floor. Andee only needed to score on one of her last three throws and she would win the game – which she easily did.
“Not bad for a rookie,” he said with a flirtatious smile. “I guess I’ll be buying dinner tomorrow.”
“I think you had that planned all along,” she said, punching him softly on the shoulder.
“Who me? Alright, I’ll tell what … let’s play a different game. And let’s make the stakes a bit more … hmm … intriguing.”
Andee wasn’t sure if the drinks and the long travel day had lowered her inhibitions, or if being away from home and the excitement of meeting a man that toyed with her imagination was starting to cloud her decisions. She asked him to explain what he had in mind, as she glanced flirtatiously at him. She had a suspicion that the “stakes” this time weren’t going to include just sharing a meal.
“It’s called ‘around the world.’ It’s very easy; all we do is start at the lowest number on the board and race to see who reaches the highest first.”
“And the ‘stakes’ you mentioned?”
Andee’s new friend leaned in very close and said, “Where I come from, ‘around the world’ also has a different meaning … a sexual meaning involving the whole experience, from the top to the … bottom.”
She smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. “And where I come from, ladies go first.” With that, she took aim for her first throw …
The game continued until Ted hit 19. Andee was stuck at 15 when he threw and landed dead-on at 20.
“Looks like we each took a game tonight,” he smiled as he pulled out his dart from the board.
Andee smiled and picked up her drink, taking a long sip from the glass. “I think you had that planned right from the start … letting me win the first game to fool me into thinking I stood a chance.”
“I understand … if you were just playing for fun …” he said before she pressed her finger to his lips.
“Give me 10 minutes,” she whispered into his ear, along with her room number.
Andee’s heart was racing as she quickly made her way back to her hotel room. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, or that she was willingly playing along. As she entered her room, she quickly kicked off her heels and pulled off her jeans. Whipping open her suitcase, she found the lingerie she had bought during a stopover – something that would make her feel a little sexier and more confident on the trip; and be a nice surprise for her husband back home when he got a few emailed photos of her in it in her hotel room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she grabbed her cellphone. She wasn’t sure what, or if, she should tell her husband. It wasn’t exactly that she was cheating; just not how she ever imagined her fantasy of meeting a handsome stranger would play out.
“Just met a new friend,” she texted. “We are having dinner tomorrow night.”
She thought maybe she wouldn’t go into the details surrounding the dart game just yet or let on too much. She slipped her feet back into her heels and dashed to the washroom to quickly fix herself up. She was just dropping her brush back into her bag when she heard the chime of her phone.
“Have a wonderful time, honey,” was the reply … followed almost immediately by “And take pictures.”
Just as she was about to send a response, she heard a soft knock on the door. Peeking through the eyehole, she could see that Ted has also changed and had brought a bottle of wine with him. She opened the door and watched his reaction.
She was wearing this sexy black lace piece with thigh high stockings. “Just a little something I picked up at the shop in the airport … a surprise for my husband.”
“Wow,” was all he could muster as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room.
Ted put the wine on the desk and was just about to offer her a glass when she grabbed him and kissed him deeply. He ran his hand down her back and across her butt, tracing the garter to the top of her stockings. She wasn’t wearing panties. His hand continued along to the front and then gently between her legs. He could feel how turned on Andee was, the wetness of her pussy giving it away. She raised one leg and placed her foot on the bed, allowing him total access to her cunt.
As they continued to kiss, he played with her pussy, slowly stroking and massaging her. Andee let out a soft moan as Ted slid a finger into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he finger-fucked her for a few minutes.
Then she took his hand that had been between her legs and sucked her juices off his finger. Ted’s cock grew harder in his pants as she toyed with his finger in her mouth – as if to suggest the kind of pleasure he would receive from having her go down on him. Andee sat on the edge of the bed and shuffled Ted so he was standing directly in front of her. She unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his pants and underwear down over his thighs. She looked intently at his cock. Ted was nicely put together.
She took him in her hand and began to stroke him. Once he rock hard, she licked the head and stared up at him. Then she opened her mouth and took as much of him in as she could. Andee loved how he tasted and felt on her tongue.
After a few minutes of this mind-blowing blowjob, Andee stopped and slid her mouth off Ted’s hard cock.
“We need to do something I promised I would do,” she said and reached for her cellphone. She opened the camera app and then handed the phone to Ted. “Take some pictures … my husband said so.”
She wrapped her lips around him again and continued with the blowjob. Ted tried his best to take photos that clearly showed what Andee was doing to him. He could hardly believe the experience he was having with the gorgeous Canadian, never mind having to take pictures for her to send back to her husband.
Just as Ted was getting lost in thought, Andee paused and she said she wasn’t about to let him cum in her mouth … just yet. She told him to lie on his back on the hotel bed. She grabbed her cellphone and scrolled through the pictures Ted had taken. Finding one she liked, she clicked on the “share” option and attached it to a message for her husband.
Andee handed the cellphone back to Ted and straddled him. Taking his erection in one hand and positioning the head of his cock at the opening to her dripping pussy, she lowered herself onto him. She started to rock back and forth, grinding her swollen clit against the base of his dick. Ted pointed the phone toward her and took a few more photos.
After a few minutes of this, she took the phone back and scrolled through the new photos; finding one that revealed how much pleasure she was getting from this. She repeated the “share” option, ignoring the text message on the phone that was obviously from her husband after he saw the blowjob picture.
Resting with Ted’s massive cock buried deep inside her, Andee leaned down and kissed him passionately. “Are you ready for the rest of the trip?”
She slid off of him and went to her make-up bag, pulled out a small tube of vaseline. She opened the tube and squeezed some onto Ted’s middle finger. Andee then kneeled over him with her wet pussy just an inch from his face in a 69 position.
“Get me ready while I suck on your cock some more,” she growled.
Ted turned his finger to her tight little ass and massaged the slippery jelly in and around her. He loved how as he slid his finger deep into her ass, she would push back against him and squeeze. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her.
Taking change, he pushed her off of him, and turned her around on her hands and knees. Stroking his throbbing cock as he prepared to penetrate her butt, he placed the head against her and pressed. Slowly he inched deeper into her. Andee was so incredibly tight and hot. Ted knew he wouldn’t last very long in her this way.
Andee could feel Ted’s cock growing harder and bigger as he got closer to blowing his load. She awkwardly handed him the phone again. “Video,” she grunted. “Cum in my ass and tape it.”
Ted pointed the lens and watched the screen reveal his dick pumping into her ass repeatedly. He could feel her squeezing every time he drove himself all the way in.
“God, it feels so deep,” she purred. “Fuck me … cum in me …”
Ted dropped the phone on the bed beside her and grabbed her hips. Picking it up, she aimed it back towards him so she could capture the moment when he blew his load into her. Faster Ted pumped, until he pulled Andee’s ass hard against him, showing his throbbing cock as deep into her as he could.
Andee could feel his orgasm, the pulsing sensations deep inside her.
Ted collapsed in a sweaty heap beside her on the bed; both of them breathing like they had just run a marathon. Andee drifted off to sleep with the sensation of Ted’s cum slowly oozing out from her thoroughly fucked ass.
She awoke to find she was alone in her room. Pulling open the curtains, she discovered it was morning and time to get ready for the day she had come to Springfield for. She was still wearing the lingerie from the sex romp with Ted. She undressed and headed for the shower. Under the hot water, her head cleared just a little and she thought over the events from the previous night. She had a few pangs of guilt, but knew that was just part of a natural reaction; and she was feeling a little sore and still incredibly horny. Andee sat down in the tub and masturbated to a quick orgasm.
Feeling clean and only slightly relieved, she mustered up a bit of bravery to check the messages on her cellphone. The screen still had smudges of vaseline.
No, she thought to herself … not yet.
Andee got dressed and grabbed what she would need for the day. Heading down to the shuttle that would take her to her workshop, she looked around to see if she could see Ted anywhere, but to no avail. She wondered how she would find out if their dinner plans were still on for that evening.
The trip in the shuttle was brief. Andee slipped out of the van and walked confidently into the building, wondering if anyone would notice the “I got fucked hard last night” walk she was doing in her heels. As she walked into the workshop, she got an intriguing surprise – standing at the front of the room, preparing to deliver a presentation was the man who just a few hours ago had pumped her ass full of his cum.
Andee smiled coyly as Ted looked at her, almost equally surprised. Without saying a word, she settled into a spot in the front row, where she knew if she crossed her legs the right way, her instructor would catch a naughty glimpse of her stocking tops.
November 2, 2012
The Oral Office Experience
It’s been quite a while since I had a little visit to my Fantasy Friday section on my blog. It’s not that I haven’t had fantasies to share; it’s just that I have spent so much more of my time and effort bringing you some of the more “rooted in reality” thoughts and events that go on in my life.
You have read a lot about my friend at work, affectionately nicknamed Office Guy on here. And, if you recall, there was a moment back in March when we got to act on our mutual lust for each other, mine with permission – and observation from the corner chair – of my husband. For anyone who knows about those moments when fantasies become realities, you can relate to the knowledge that sometimes things aren’t … hmm … as perfect as you wanted them to be.
And while that rendezvous was an amazing sexual adventure, so much of it left me wanting more. And, as a result, a big part of my fantasy remains in my imagination.
One of the things that my husband always tells me is that I am really good at giving blowjobs. And while this is not a talent that can be bragged about in most public situations, I’m never quite certain if he says that because it will ensure he continues to get them or if I have truly figured out the secret to turn men to putty in my mouth.
My fantasy lately has been trying to find out, as in the number of men qualified to assess my skills is not extensive – and an even shorter list since my wedding day 18 years ago.
So, with oral sex and a desire to learn the truth …
I plan my day very carefully, from the work load I know to expect when I get to work, to the outfit that will help me send my friend into a horny lather. It helps knowing that I will be able to make the rounds and be away from my department for a while without it being suspicious.
My friend has a thing for women in stockings and garters, and so I ensure my outfit today will not disappoint. Sexy sheer black stockings with a lace top will surely get his attention early, if he carefully looks as I let the hem of my dress reveal just a hint of lace when we sit in the cafeteria. I know he will make the effort, because I have caught him staring so many times before ... so much so that it has become a little game of mine to play. I love the attention, and I know exactly what it does for him.
I send him a subtle email from my phone at lunch, telling him I saw him sneaking a peek from across the room. I ask him if he would like a much closer look at the whole outfit. I watch the expression on his face as he checks the messages on his phone and then catch his glance from across the lunch room. He stands up and smiles at me, giving me a slight nod as if to suggest a meeting in his office would work. I give him a few minutes head start, and then excuse myself from the table and leave.
When I get to his office, I slip inside and close the door behind him, locking it for security in the event someone is being nosy. Across from me, he is sitting in his office chair smiling. I lean against the door, letting him enjoy a lingering view at the wrapping that will soon reveal something hot and horny. I hold a finger to my lips as if to tell him not to say a word.
Slowly, I begin to hike the hem of my dress, revealing the lace tops of my stockings and then all the way up to expose the garter belt. I know if he examines me closely he will see the moist spot on my panties from my wet pussy. I am incredibly turned on. I let the hem drop and begin to unbutton the dress so he can see the whole lingerie package, the matching bra and lace garter belt. He takes a deep breath as the last button is undone and shifts in his chair. I can see he is getting very turned on by my teasing as the bulge in his work scrubs presses against the fabric. It's hard to hide in pants like that and I've enjoyed doing it to him a few times in the past.
I walk forward with a seductive little strut and lean with my hands on his knees, whispering into his ear, “I’m going to do something to you I have fantasized about since our afternoon in the hotel. Just sit and enjoy.” I push his legs apart enough for me to kneel between them. I take the tie that holds his scrubs up and pull it slowly, then reach my fingers in on each of his hips and pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His partially erect cock is now completely exposed for me. I pause for just a moment to take in the view. It has been a few months since I last saw him exposed in such a way, and I want to enjoy the view.
I take his growing erection in my hand and gently stroke him, feeling it swell and stiffen with my touch. He is nicely put together and memories of our rendezvous flood into my mind – how he felt on my tongue and tasted as he shot his load into my mouth in that hotel room a few months ago. The excitement of tasting his cock while my husband sat only a few feet away, approving of the whole experience. His flesh is hot to my touch and quickly becomes very hard; which in turn makes my pussy wet with sexual excitement.
Looking up into his eyes, I touch the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue and gently slide it around. He tastes just slightly of pre-cum. I run my tongue down to the spot where a man’s nerves all come together, just under the head and flick it back and forth. I hold his gaze as I do all of this, as one of the true secrets I have learned about a good blowjob is that a lot of the excitement for the man is in watching her eyes. I watch as he closes his eyes and lets out a small moan of delight.
Then, I wrap my lips around the head and take him all the way into my mouth, so my nose is touching where his erection stands out from his pelvis. His cock rubs against the back of my throat for a moment and then I slide all the way back so just the head remains in my mouth. I do this a couple times, each time looking deep into his eyes as I press my tongue firmly along the shaft, trying to convey how much I am enjoying having him in this position.
Knowing that I have him exactly where I want him, I gently hold the base with my left hand, intentionally wanting him to see the wedding band on my finger and let the mind-fuck sink in that someone else's wife is sucking on his throbbing dick. I then begin to turn up the tempo of my oral work, sliding my mouth up and down him, twisting slighty, turning slightly ... letting him feel the hum as I moan in delight.
He tastes so delicious ... and the feeling of him so hard is an unbelievable turn-on for me. Between my own thighs, my pussy is now soaking wet and I slide one of my fingers under the band of my panties and begin to stroke myself as I suck and lick on my friend's rock hard cock.
It doesn't take too long before I can feel him grow harder. I have also learned that just before a man cums, he will get that extra little bit harder in preparation for the huge release of his orgasm. I remove the finger from my wet pussy and cup his testicles as I slurp and suck. He is throbbing hard now, and his hips are beginning to buck against my own moves as I take him deep into my mouth. My tongue slides along the whole shaft, tormenting that sensitive spot with each thrust. He is now moving faster and I can feel it building.
He grabs my hair with both and pulls hard, forcing his cock deep into my mouth as he cums. I can tell it has been a while since he has had such pleasure as he fills me with shot after shot of his slightly salty cum.
Under his breath he moans, "Oh god, oh god ..."
I love the way he tastes and feels on my tongue. I keep my lips firmly wrapped around his pulsating cock as he continues his orgasm. It is such an erotic sensation to know that I have brought him to this point. I leave him in my mouth until his cocks stops the uncontrolable throbbing that a man has as he cums.
I stand up in front of him, lean in and give him a little kiss on the cheek. I whisper in his ear, "I need to tell my husband if he is right about my talent in giving blowjobs. Let me know your opinion when you catch your breath."
I button up my dress and quietly slip out of his office, pulling the door closed behind me and leaving my friend still slumped in his chair with the most satisfied smile on his face. The taste of his cum will linger on my tongue for the rest of the afternoon.
Later that day, my phone dings with an email notification. The message simply says, "He's right."
November 25
Tanning Nude
The past few weeks, my husband and I have been talking about what we want to do for our next vacation, and somehow part of the conversation touched on the idea of nude beaches and tanning naked.
While this may not seem to be one of those wild Vegas hook-up fantasies (more on that next week, perhaps), it is a big fantasy for me to completely let go of my inhibitions and try such things. I have dabbled a little with topless tanning, but always in the quiet and somewhat private confines of my own backyard.
I have often fantasized about the whole scenario of being out in my yard, enjoying the sunshine and some mood music on my mp3. Looking around, I can’t see any of the neighbours, so I slip off my bikini top and try to get an all-around tan. The warmth of the sun on my body and a couple of spiked lemonades has me feeling pretty good.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of something moving behind the fence. At first I think it must just be one of the cats, but I keep noticing something there. Without being too obvious, I adjust in my lounge chair and through the privacy of my sunglasses, sneak a peek in that direction.
Behind the fence is one of the neighbours and the movement that caught my eye is him playing with his nice hard erection. The idea of him pleasuring himself while he watches me tanning topless is very exciting. Without busting him, I adjust my lounger so he is looking up the length of my body. I pretend to look around to see if anyone is watching, then slip off my bikini bottom. Now I am totally naked.
Secretly I am incredibly turned. I sit up in my chair, and reach for some sun lotion. I dribble a little across my chest and begin to massage it in, all over my exposed breasts. Then I drizzle some across my tummy and repeat the process, making sure I apply the lotion all around my pubic area.
After spending a good 10 minutes rubbing the lotion all over my body, I lay back down. By now I am really hot and bothered. Knowing he is behind the fence, pumping away madly on his erection, I reach down between my legs and begin to play with my pussy.
Well, needless to say, the rest of the fantasy can head down many different paths …
Which one do you think I should take?
November 4
The Mile High Club
Just a couple days ago, I was reading about sexual fantasies in a book I have and what it is that ranks high on men’s lists of things that turns their cranks. One of them was the automotive blowjob, which I have to admit is a lot of fun to do and, as I blogged about a couple weeks ago, I have my own little kinky twist on.
Overall, it seems that men like to fantasize about sex in motion…because not far behind the ranking for oral sex while driving, is sex on a train or a plane. As someone who commutes on a daily basis, and has blogged some of my own naughty thoughts from the train, I admit that I do see the erotic appeal of such fantasies. It’s a combination of exhibitionism and the fear of being caught, combined with a hint of the mysterious stranger.
A couple years ago I was invited to attend a training conference for my work in Denver. Now before any one sets off on thinking that wild and crazy things happened on my trip, slip it back into your underwear. My trip was very routine, very professional and very educational. The only time I really had to let my hair down, I spent an evening in the hotel bar chatting with a group of guys who, while a lot of fun to chat and flirt with, behaved like complete gentlemen. It might had something to do with the fact they were all married and there with their boss.
Now, all that reality set aside, the actual travelling to and from Colorado gave me a few naughty ideas to share and fantasize about with my husband once I returned…especially since this was the first time I had travelled by plane alone.
The reality part of me says there is little chance of me becoming a member of the mile high club…I don’t fly well, never mind fly horny. Gravol is my best friend during these experiences. But back on solid ground and the stiletto heels of my incredibly sexy Laboutins providing a healthy ‘click’ on the tile floor of the airport lounge, I can say my mind is open to the erotic idea of mid-flight sex.
I tormented my husband upon my return my telling him about the gorgeous guy who sat beside me…now, that part isn’t a big a stretch…but until recently, my husband enjoyed the delicious idea that some of my “sex with strangers” passions started around the time I was 30,000 feet, feeling no pain thanks to some chilled vodka, and looking all the part of a woman in search of fantasy fulfillment. Most of that, well, is also not much of a stretch…I was dressed very business-like as I was meeting some people at the airport who would become my hosts for the trip, and I really wanted to present a professional image.
Naturally, the fantasy part begins about the time that our airplane reaches cruising altitude and the captain has turned off the seatbelt sign. As we all settle in for the next couple hours of travel, my seat mate strikes up a bit of harmless conversation. It begins with the usual, “Where are you headed? What do you do? Oh, that must be interesting, etc.” A nice vodka later and things are becoming a bit looser.
My new friend is heading back out on the road for his own job. In a matter of a few minutes, I learned he is divorced, and beating down doors to make ends meet and keep up with some alimony. He tells a marvelous tale of male woe that touches my heart just a little, because I am one who doesn’t always believe that relationships end because of the guy.
Anyway, a second chilled vodka and now we are beginning to talk a little more openly about relationship and innuendo starts to surface as we share stories about our past loves, current loves, sex lives…
Just when the conversation is taking an intriguing turn as the bad puns and jokes about the Mile High City, my friend leans in and quietly shares it has been over a year since he has been with a woman. The circumstances between his divorce and job left him with very little time for romance - but thankfully a good Internet connection.
“Really? No sex in over a year?” I ask, somewhat surprised but understanding. “I would go crazy if I had to go that long without getting laid. I’m only going to Denver for four days and I’m already wondering just how much I will be able to focus.”
I go on to tell him how I had set my alarm just a little earlier that day so I could get some between-the-sheets action with my husband…who had already told me in graphic detail what he intended to do to me upon my return … maybe even in the parking garage at the airport!
Sensing his opportunity, my new friend places his hand on mine and leans to whisper in my ear: “You don’t have to wait…”
I smile as his words tease my ears and imagination.
His hand shifts from my forearm to my exposed knee - I’m not one for long skirts anyway. Using his fingers ever so subtly, he makes gentle circular strokes around the flesh where it is most sensitive. His touch sends a jolt straight up my thighs and right to that spot underneath my now-moist panties.
Normally, a married woman like me would put a stop to this kind of brazen flirtation. But as someone who is married to a man who does a fair bit of his own travel AND tells a very naughty story about “things that can happen on the road…” I shift in my seat a little and lift the arm rest between our seats so he has an even better angle to touch me.
For a moment, he stops and calls out for the flight attendant. She brings a blanket as requested, which my friend then hands to me. I know what is going on in his mind, so I spread it out across my lap, slightly adjusting my left leg so that it is resting against his right knee, leaving my thighs spread, and the hem of my skirt hiked up enough to allow him to stroke me completely.
His right hand slides softly up my thigh, not stopping until he has reached the crotch of my panties. With some real dexterity, he uses a finger to lift up the elastic on the side and then edges his hand to my swollen labia. I can only imagine how hot my pussy must have felt to his touch - because I know how hot and wet it was from my end!
With incredible mastery, he finds the most electric spot on my clit and begins to massage it with one finger while slipping another into my wet cunt. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes as he continues to fondle me.
He turns his head slightly and tells me to go to the bathroom at the back of the plane. I don’t know if it was the hand job, the vodka or being 30,000 feet in the air, but my knees are a bit wobbly. I slip slightly and end up sitting on his lap as I try to get out of the row. Beneath me I can feel his erection and it excites me intensely.
I manage to make my way to the bathroom, not so steady on my high heels, but enthusiastic none the less. I close the door behind me, and as I wait for his knock, slip my panties off from under my skirt. As I’m doing this, I can hear my own husband’s voice telling me how wearing skirts always seems to get me in trouble.
Just then, I hear a soft knock at the door and I let my anonymous flight mate into the bathroom. These things are way too small for a lot of action. We kind of embrace at first, locked in our first passionate kiss. As we continue, I reach for his belt and undo his pants, sliding my hand into his underwear and grasping at his cock. It is incredibly hard, and nicely sized. He reaches under my hem and resumes his finger fondling of my dripping pussy.
Knowing our time could be very limited, I reluctantly release him from my grasp, and I turn around, pulling my skirt completely up and over my waist so his can enter me from behind.
“I want you in me,” I tell him, my breathing very heavy as my pussy burns for some serious cock attention.
He guides the head of his cock to my wet opening and teases me for a moment, getting my own juice all over the head…and then he pushes himself deep into me.
Harder and harder he thrusts into me from behind…I’m pushing back against the wall of the tiny room, trying to get him deeper and deeper…until I sense that familiar steel hard tension. I can always tell when a man is about to cum because he gets just that little bit harder as his mind tries to fight off the pending orgasm until he shoots his cum. I squeeze the muscles in my vagina has hard as I can to make it tighter for him. Then, just like I want, he grabs my hips and drives his erection as deep in as it will go and erupts with an orgasm.
“That’s it baby,” I encourage him. “Fill my pussy up.”
I squeeze my cunt muscles harder, thankful for all those dreadful kegel exercises. I can tell my friend has been deprived because it feels like he is shooting buckets of cum into my pussy, some of it dripping out down my thighs…he continues to hold me tight against his pelvis and throbs for a few more minutes inside my pussy. I let him stay in me as long as he wants, knowing he has either used the same story on a number of women…but a glimmer of desire that maybe I have broken his slump. Either way I love the way he feels inside me.
Then, almost as quickly as it began, we return to our seats and carry on as if nothing happened. We hugged and kissed at the luggage carousel, and parted ways. The rest of my trip was uneventful…if you don’t count the constant nights of masturbating to orgasm as I relived that hot encounter at the back of the airplane.
I never saw or heard from my friend ever again…and it was days later when it occurred to me that I never saw my panties again. I hope he has a memory of the moment when he introduced me to the Mile High Club.
October 28
'Say It Out Loud'
So earlier this past week I was sharing with you guys about my fun ride home after we went to the Everything To Do With Sex Show. It was certainly an incredible and exciting evening for me…complete with the several orgasms throughout the entire night.
Because I was also wearing a skirt and had removed my panties without him knowing all about it, we also talked about the idea of me being fingered at work...perhaps in that fantasy idea of revealing myself to another man, and then having to meet my husband immediately afterwards as we drive home together. In fact, one of the 30-Day Sex Challenges he suggested was me wearing a skirt to work, then not being able to get into the car for the trip home together unless I have ditched my panties at some point during the day.
So obviously, when we got home, both horny as hell, we got down to some serious sex business. Now, this is usually when it all goes my way - when I get to have a bit of control over the sex fantasy, sharing with my husband all the flirtations, accidental nipple brushes and suggestive chat from my week at work. But this time, my husband really forced me to open up my imagination and confess to things I have held deep in my dirty mind. I don’t know if it was the whole mood of the evening, the moment…or because our sexual adventure has been progressing into some new avenues and fantasies. Either way, I shocked myself by going there...and by how unbelievably erotic it was.
Previously I had told my husband about a little thing that had happened to me, yet again with a silly bet. My inclination towards making deals seems to get me into trouble…not that I complain, because naughty trouble is a hell of a lot of fun!
I’ll cut to the chase here anyway, and spare some of the events that led to the arrangement…
So, partly in his words, partly in confession, here is my Fantasy Friday...
As the clock ticks away at work, I get more anxious…and surprisingly turned on…when afternoon break rolls around, I meet my intended friend in the hall, where I whisper in his ear that I need to see him in his office. Normally I try to avoid doing this, mostly because I am afraid of what might happen if we get behind closed doors. Not so much of me being vulnerable, but of me losing all control and initiating something more than flirtatious banter.
When we arrive at his office, I close the door behind me and pull him close. Without saying a word, I slowly lift the hem of my skirt to reveal what I was instructed to wear that day. I lean back against the office door, partly to keep anyone from coming in, but also because I want to ensure my friend has a very good…and long…hard look. I know this is something he likes because he has told me how much of a turn on it is for him to imagine me in stockings.
I take his hand and gently place it against the inside of my thigh, allowing him to feel the silky smooth stocking, the lace top and the warmth of my thigh. I run his hand along the garter, looking deep into his eyes as I do, looking for that sexual excitement in his. Slowly I help him stroke me, hoping he will take the hint and do more than just that. As I get hotter and hotter, he gets a little higher with his touch, until with each gentle pass he brushes his thumb against the wisp of lace panty.
“My panties are yours for the taking,” I whisper in his ear as I lean against his body. My husband said I only had to show up with no panties, but now my friend has something to remind him of the moment...something to spark his own imagination time and time again.
My husband pauses in his teasing to describe to me how he believes my friend has likely already masturbated to the idea of me in such a way...my pussy is really getting hot as he tells me these things.
My cowrker shuffles slightly and kneels so he can pull my little lace panties off of me; slowly over my thighs and then until the fall around my ankles. I step out of them. I picked a very special, sexy pair for the day, something erotic and naughty. He picks them up and holds the crotch to his nose, inhaling deeply. I know they are soaked with my wetness. I feel this great tingle of sexual excitement in my pussy as he does.
Then he slides a hand up under the hem of my skirt and begins to gently touch the edges of my pussy lips, spreading my moisture around them. I tilt my head back and close my eyes at the wonderful feeling of him fondling me in such a way. A deep gasp escapes my lips as he finally slides a finger into my soaking pussy.
As my husband is setting this scene, he is actively teasing and fingering my pussy - finally sliding one into me and rubbing it across my g-spot as he describes how this other man is feeling my cunt muscles clench around him.
Back to the story, my friend reaches up and unbuttons my top, using one hand to play with my hard nipples while he fingers me deeply, using his thumb to tease my clit. By now I am so turned on, my own pussy juices are practically flowing down the inside of my thighs and to the tops of my stockings.
I am moaning more loudly now, so I have to bite my lower lip in an effort to keep anyone on the other side of the door from hearing. My pussy is practically on fire from all the attention my coworker has given it...secretly I'm desperate for more, but my mind is still jumping between the idea of being a married woman who is now letting some man finger her pussy, and the desire to let all my inhibitions go.
My husband then describes how my friend pulls me over to the desk - “Are you going to lie on your back with your legs spread, or does he push you down doggy-style?” My mind is racing, but my husband teases my mind until I answer: “Lying down…” I manage to mutter as my pussy gets hotter and hotter with this mind-fuck.
So now I am lying on the desk and my office friend still has his fingers buried deep inside me…(as does my husband.) My stiletto heels are up on the desk, creating the perfect angle for his hand to stroke my dripping cunt.
As I lie there, taking in the moment, my mind is swirling between the idea of remaining faithful to my marriage vows and being taken like a slut. I sense that my friend is busy with something else, as he has stopped playing with my breasts. I open my eyes to watch him slide his pants down and free his massive erection.
“What do you do with it?” my husband asked. “Do you suck him like you have said you want to do, so many times? Or do you let him remove his fingers from your cunt and fuck you?” I’m a bit taken aback by the aggressiveness of my husband’s words and intonation…I can’t answer because I am so lost in the moment, still tingling from masturbating in the car and the sensation of his fingers buried in me…
"Come on baby, what does a married woman do now...hmmm...this guy has his finger, by now maybe two fingers, sliding in and out of your pussy. You know what you want, but can you? Does a married woman act like this...does she let another man finger her...does she beg for more...or for him to stop?"
My mind is spinning...I don't believe how incredibly turned on I am at the ideas he is forcing into my imagination.
“Tell me, what do you do?” my husband demands again.
“I...blow him…” I barely moan.
All of a sudden my friend is in my mouth (as is my husband as he continues the story) … It tastes so good, feels so hot. I can't describe how erotic I find the sensation of having a new guy in my mouth, and the sheer sexual energy that I feel when I am into a really good oral experience.
My friend is as hard as I imagined, and I have often fantasized about the moment.
“Is it how you imagined he would be?” my husband asked. “Does he taste like you want him to?”
“Uh huh,” I moan without stopping. My eyes are closed and I am no longer sucking my husband's cock in my mind. I have gone to where my fantasy meets the electricity of my body.
“But you don’t want him to just do that,” my husband throws back at me. “I know what you really want…you’re pussy is too hot for just that.”
And with that, it stops. He pulls out of my mouth, and removes his fingers from my pussy…and I am so frustrated…”My pussy is on fire,” I admit as I reach out for his hand, trying to put his fingers back into me. My husband knows he has me lost now…I am past the point of no turning back.
He tells me my friend is now between my legs. I take the finger that had been buried in my pussy and suck on it, just as I had been doing with his cock.
“You want him to fuck you, don’t you?” my husband asks. “Say it.”
I’m in shock, glorious sexual fantasy, mind-blowing, pussy-throbbing shock…
“Say it out loud…” my husband demands again and again.
I whisper it.
"No," my husband says. " I want you to beg him to fuck you. I want you to say his name...out loud."
It feels so strange to say a strangers name while the head of my husband’s cock is just on the outer edge of my pussy.
“Say it,” my husband says with more forcefulness this time.
I relent and tell him what he wants me to say.
“Again,” he demands as his cock slides into me.
I comply.
Finally, I have a whole hard cock buried in my hot pussy, pounding away harder than most times, forcing me against the mattress.
Over and over, he makes me beg for it...makes me ask my friend to fuck me. By the end of the moment, I have damned near screamed out another man’s name more than a dozen times, fucked my husband in person, but been fucked by a stranger in my mind.
It was glorious!
October 21
The Hotel Lounge
I think a lot of women have the fantasy about a singles bar pickup. Not so much about the cheesy lines a guy uses, but sort of around the idea on meeting a mysterious and delicious stranger at a bar, sharing some innuendo-filled conversation and then a nightcap somewhere private.
Of course, this is something that I think about quite a bit myself … as you can tell. In a way, it is also something that almost became a reality for me, as I blogged about a couple months ago.
Building on that experience has been pretty easy for me.
The whole thing went down at a conference I was attending for work. As I work in a predominantly female occupation, the male eye-candy was limited at the evening event the organizers had planned. So, with nothing but trouble on our mind, one of my coworkers and I decided to hit the hotel lounge. You can catch up on the real story here.
I think I was looking pretty hot in the outfit I had bought for the night, a sexy little suede skirt and some knee high boots. So, when you feel sexy, you want to be sexy and act sexy. I was ready to party, but the lack of men there meant playing with my bisexual side, or as my coworker suggested, we leave and find some guys to enjoy our evening with.
So for fantasy purposes …
The hotel lounge provided the answer we were looking for, in that after a little bit of time sitting at the bar alone, we were invited to join a couple guys who were there for other business reasons.
The conversation was pretty basic at first, covering off the usual questions of why we were there, what they were in town for, married, kids, jobs, interests. Like speed dating in slow motion.
After my friend and I had gotten comfortable with the guys we met in the hotel lounge, the conversation edged towards a more intriguing point of sexuality and naughty stuff. I was quite enjoying myself, consciously trying to give my best flirty looks as I sat there, knowing how much the guy I was talking to would love to take me upstairs and fuck like crazy all night long.
These days I wish that I had a bigger level of bravery. I was enjoying the moment, sitting with these guys, trying to catch them sneaking a peek up my miniskirt and at my legs as I intentionally tried to tease them.
As you know, after things continued for most of the evening, hinting at “would we cross the line” I slipped this guy a napkin with the website URL for my own personal collection of photos. I then went to my room and masturbated…and as I confessed in my Twitter, had a little phone sex moment to help me cum a second time.
I think if I could relive the moment, it would have played out more like this …
I would lean over and whisper in the guy’s ear about my secret life, telling him in very graphic ways that I get naked and pose for an adult website.
“But since we don’t have a computer handy to show the photos, why don’t we slip upstairs and you can get a look in person?”
We would go up to my room, where I would have him sit on the edge of the bed while I continue to tease him a little. I would lean over and kiss him, then take his hands and slide them up under my skirt, leading him to the waistband of the little lacy white thong I had on underneath. I’m sure he had already seen a little peek of it at the bar anyway. Then he would slip them down and off of me.
From there, I would have him finger my pussy until it was really wet and hot. I would let him finger me under my skirt as I unbuttoned my top and remove my bra so he could see my naked breasts and my hard nipples.
Gradually we would continue our hot session of foreplay, working each other into an absolute sexual lather…to the point where we could no longer stand it.
I imagine what it would be like to lay there, my boots still on and pointing to the ceiling, as this hot stranger pounds away at my pussy. He’s big, he’s hard and so freaking delicious. In my fantasy he makes me cum over and over…until my head is spinning with orgasmic delight.
Then, as I lay there, spread on the bed sheets, my pussy throbbing and oozing from the incredible fucking I just got, I watch as my lover gets dressed. He leans over a gives me one last passionate kiss and then slips out my hotel door and my life.
October 14
Take Me For A Ride
One of the things that I tried a few years ago but never went to completion was the idea of sex in motion; or in other terms, car sex.
The idea came to mind after I read one of those trashy women’s magazines, and its column on readers’ confessions. You know, where they write in their version of Penthouse Letters. One of the letters was about this woman’s experience of getting caught in this act, and it turned me on incredibly. Later I used that fantasy in my mind shortly thereafter when I was enjoying some self-pleasure.
I have the fantasy in mind still, and think it would be incredibly hot to finish the act - as long as he didn’t drive the car off the road! The downside that I am seeing today, as the whole idea crossed my mind on the way home from work, is how the shifter in my truck would make it awkward to lean across comfortably. It sticks up right in the middle of this big-ass console. Must have been designed by someone who has never been naughty in motion.
But as my mind turns back to the excitement and fond memory of my brief experience, I wonder how many people have ever turned this fantasy into reality? Have I ever innocently driven past a car where the guy was getting his hard cock licked?
An extension of this idea that makes my panties wet is being in the back seat of a vehicle and getting into some serious sexual activity while someone else is driving - and I’m not talking about sitting there masturbating. I mean, the thought of getting all hot and bothered in the back, having some guy slide his fingers under the hem of my skirt and into my panties while we make out like horny teenagers.
There is something that just makes me hot and bothered these days over the idea of a guy running his hand up my skirt and playing with my pussy. I think a lot of it boils down to the fact that I just love it when I get teased that way. It’s hard to really describe to you guys how the sensation is like this incredible drug when you gently stroke the inside of my thighs; it’s even greater when we’re kissing and touching.
Like I said, just think how hot those moments were when we were teenagers - and relive them over and over today, with all that sexual experience!
Of course, once he found my sweet spot, it wouldn’t take much to have me begging for more. One of the things I love to do for a guy after he has slid his fingers into me is suck them. That taste of my own pussy on his hand and the absolute look of sexual desire in his face when it happens…wow!
From there, I would get my guy all hot and hard with my own mouth, treating him - and the people in the front to an incredible view - with some serious oral sex. Then, when he was really hard - you know guys, that point when ejaculation is close and your cock gets that much harder as the blood really rushes in - having him slip my panties off (maybe even hanging them on the rear-view mirror as one of those naughty souvenirs) and hike up the hem of my skirt.
Doggy-style seems like the most logical position, maybe squeezing myself into that space so my upper half is in between the two front seats, and have the driver and hopefully another passenger be able to really enjoy my getting fucked from behind! But if the backseat was big enough, it could also provide me with some serious cowgirl or reverse cowgirl riding!
If there was a passenger in the front seat, maybe they could provide a little extra help with some touching, nipple fondling, clit rubbing…
And then, after my guy had finished in the backseat, he could switch with that passenger - or the driver - and I could continue on with my fantasy.
Sure would make those long drives a hell of a lot more interesting!
October 7
Femme Fatale ... You Finish
Have you ever watched one of those old movies from the 1940s and 50s with the gumshoe detective and the femme fatale? They tended to involve some sort of moral conflict combined with strong sexual undertones - the dame worried about a philandering husband, but turns out to be a vicious killer herself. The “film noir” style is something that I think would make a great fantasy. Well, minus the killing. And not so much about sex with a gumshoe detective, but the whole smouldering, smoky, gas light in pea-soup fog atmosphere that almost shouts “dangerous sex.”
More recently, we saw this kind of heat and sexuality in Basic Instinct (and other crime drama films), but I don’t see my fantasy involving an ice pick or bleached muff exposed during an interrogation at the police station.I kind of like the whole idea of a femme fatale scenario because it plays out into the fantasy of a trench coat with just high heels and stockings on underneath. And while this fantasy might be something more beneficial to my husband, I can say it turns me on incredibly to think it’s something that sticks in his mind; something that I can control and tweak in his mind every day I slip into a pair of heels and my trench coat on my way to work.
But rather than some dark, damp alley under a single street light, I imagine this fantasy playing out in more of an office setting, where I show up unexpectedly and dramatically. My husband can hear me coming as my stiletto heels click on the floor; the patterned sound of my walk sends a staccato message that says I mean business. He knows the sound of my heels on tile and it echoes from his ears right down to between his legs.
As I approach the open door of his office, I pause, leaning my shoulder against the frame. I know there are many sets of eyes on me from behind, as every one of his coworkers have stopped what they were doing in order to watch me strut through the office. The front of my trench coat opens ever so slightly to reveal to the man in front of me just enough thigh to tease even the most resistant of men. His eyes trace the full length of my stocking-covered leg. When he has gotten his fill, his eyes catch mine and I hold his gaze with an expression that suggests he should be nervous. I allow the corners of my mouth to curl slightly as I notice him swallow hard.
This is no longer his wife in the doorway, but a woman on a mission.
I close the door behind me, partly for privacy and partly to keep him from escaping…not that I think he would. And as I watch him squirm in his chair behind his desk. I slowly untie the coat’s belt from around my waist. With very controlled intent, I gradually allow him to see more of my stockings, working him into a complete lather by the time the tiny little bow on the clip of my garter makes an appearance.
Can he see all the way past the hint of thigh, where stocking top gives way to flesh…along the toned inside of my leg to the exposed wetness of my pussy.
From there, the moment becomes less film noir and more into what you are imagining right now. All you need to do is share those thoughts and part of my fantasy will become yours, and vice versa …
September 30
A Man In Uniform
I can’t quite say what it is that makes me a little stereotypical with my fantasy about men in uniform. Perhaps it’s the idea of authority, power and control … playing the slightly vulnerable damsel. And I think there is also a little something to the idea of a man in a uniform looks so clean, pressed and confident. I’ve never been one for the ‘90s grunge look on a guy.
One of the naughty fantasies I have rolling around in my head involves an incident with a police officer.
That is until now…
As the officer approaches my window to ask for my licence, insurance and ownership, I realize that the insurance slip I have is outdated. Not good. I can deal with a small speeding ticket, but if I go home and tell my husband that I have been charged with something like driving without insurance, it’s not going to be a good thing.
When the officer gets to the window, I explain that I need a bit of time to find the proper paperwork, and would he mind if I undid my seat belt and get out so that I can search around in my car. As I prepare to step out of the car, I do one of those ‘slow motion, get a good look at these legs’ kind of moves, also making sure that my hem is high enough to reveal more than a decent, married-woman amount of thigh. Thankfully I am wearing one of my more stylish outfits for work so I am able to pull the whole thing off.
I continue to explain that somehow I have made a huge mistake in not keeping my up-to-date insurance slip in the car. The office replies by saying that he may have been willing to let me off with just a warning for the speeding, but with the failure to provide current insurance was a much more serious matter.
I ask if he would give a minute to quickly look one more time, and he agrees.
I climb back into the car, putting my knees on the driver’s seat so I can lean over to the glove box on the passenger side. I know the officer is getting a very good look at the little wisp of lace panty - because I had pulled up my skirt as I assumed the position. I brace myself and then lean right down over the passenger seat as if to look underneath it. Of course, this is all very planned, as I know full well that the insurance slip is not in the car.
After taking a few moments to search, I back out of the car, bumping right into the officer who had obviously moved in close behind me for a better look. He asks me if I saw anything, to which I flutter along pretending to not understand why the slip has somehow gone missing.
He tells me that without it, he cannot let me drive the car any further, then told me to take a seat in the back of his cruiser while he radioed in. By this point I`m more than a little frightened...I had never been in any serious trouble before this, so the prospect of having to ride in a police car to the police station was rattling.
I decided that I was already in enough trouble, so I tapped on the glass that separated the back seat from the front...
"Is there anything that could be done ... something that might help my cause?" I asked him. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I took it as a signal that I may be on to something.
I shuffled in the back seat and removed my little black panties from under my skirt and held them up for him to see. His eyes were focused on the exposed flesh of my upper thighs. I spread my legs so he could get a better look. I kept looking at his face, trying to see the reaction that might suggest I had gone too far.
Without looking away from him, I began to use my fingers on my pussy. I had only recently had a Brazillian wax, so everything was smooth and in plain view. As I touched myself, I could feel the blood rush to my clit. The mix of sexual excitement and fear was an incredible erotic blend. In no time I was soaking wet.
Without saying a word, the officer got out of the front and walked around to the back door on the passenger side, opening it up. At first I thought maybe I had gone too far and I was about to be reprimanded for my behaviour.
"I might need to do a thorough investigation," he said through a smirk as he leaned against the open door. I could see his cock straining as it grew hard underneath his uniform.
I slid sideways on the seat, exposing myself completely to him as he stood in the open door. He took his nightstick and gently stroked the insides of my thighs. I reached down with one hand and wrapped my fingers around the end, and then guided it to the moist lips of my pussy. After a couple teasing strokes with it, I pushed myself down onto it. It felt so hard as it slid deeper and deeper into me.
He held it firm as I used it to fuck myself.
"This nightstick feels pretty good, but I prefer a real man when it comes to something probing me," I said.
The officer pulled me out of the back of the cruiser forcefully, twisted me around to I was facing away from him, my skirt still bunched around my waist.
"How many times have you wanted to hear a cop tell you to spread 'em?" he whispered in my ear from behind as he tapped the inside of my legs with his nightstick, dripping wet with my pussy juice.
He felt so good as he slid into from behind. My pussy was still throbbing from the nightstick fucking, and the wetness allowed the officer to thrust all the way into me in one motion. I braced myself against the back seat, my heels digging into the gravel shoulder of the road as he pounded me hard.
It crossed my mind just what might happen if another vehicle came along, but that thought was soon gone from my head as the officer grabbed my hips with his strong hands and banged away at my pussy. Each time he thrust all the way in I would let out a little moan. His cock was large enough that he penetrated all the way to my cervix, and hit all the right spots as he slid in and out.
I can always sense when a man is about to reach that point of no return. His cock gets a little harder and hotter. Knowing my man in uniform was getting close, I reluctantly pulled myself away from his thrusts and turned around to sit on the edge of the back seat in the open door. Taking his cock into my mouth, I could taste myself on him. I could sense he was close to cumming, so I set to work, swirling my tongue around the head of his dick as I stroked the lower part of his shaft. I looked up into his eyes and held his gaze, trying to give him my sexiest "I love sucking cock" look. It worked because he grabbed the back of my head and held my mouth on him as he blew his cum into my mouth and down my throat.
I continued to use my mouth to swallow everything he had to offer, not stopping until he had become completely soft.
"You're free to go," he said as he did his pants up.
I strutted back to my own car as best I could. It was only as I was driving away that I realized I had left my panties in the back of his cruiser. I wasn't really worried, I just figured I would drive down the same road on the way home ... just a little faster than the speed limit.
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