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Every year, a group of my husband’s university friends get together, rent a house in the ski hills in northern Quebec, and enjoy a week of skiing, drinking, and whatever else comes along. This year, however, the weather has taken a turn for the warmer, and instead of snow gently falling, it’s raining out. We’ve taken the day off, and have replaced it with silly games and lots of drinking in between.I am hiding from the others. We are playing a game of Hide and Seek and we’ve been given time to find a hiding place in this big, old house. It used to be a large farm house, with three full floors, and eight bedrooms, perfect for our group. Six couples have come up, as well as Bob and Steve who have come up “bachelor” as their wives were not able to come up this year. Bob is a tall, skinny goofy kind of guy, but always makes everyone laugh. Steve is dark and handsome, with a smouldering presence. He arrived a little morose, and I made it my personal mission to cheer him up. I soon had him smiling at me with that big beautiful grin, but soon I found that his big beautiful brown eyes with that piercing look was lighting a fire that burned in my belly. I soon began flirting with him whenever I could, knowing that nothing good could come from it, etlik escort but not being able to help myself. I would touch his arm whenever I could, and brush against him whenever the opportunity arose. He clearly got my message, as just last night, he stretched out his legs to play footsie with me under the table through supper. The ardure he provoked in me made my husband wonder what had gotten into me that night, as our sex was particularly passionate.At the top of the house I have found the door into the attic, and in the attic, an empty room at the back with only a bed, a closet, and some old boxes stacked to the ceiling. Quickly, in the dark, I slide under the bed and wait for the others to find me; their voices are very distant now. They are far away, except for one pair of footsteps, one person, who is getting closer and closer. He comes in such a direct line toward me, it’s as though he knew where I was, as if I had left him a trail, a scent. As if we had planned this hiding place together. I catch my breath, my heart pounding, because I know who it is, the one person in the group I want to have find me, to find me before the others. It has to be Steve. I will it to be him. He comes straight to the room, keçiören escort quietly and quickly so the others won’t hear him, and slides under the bed beside me in the darkness. We lie together, hardly breathing, our hands beginning to move over one another. Hands that have never before touched me, move all over me. Hands I put a face to in my mind, that face I’ve always found exciting but that was never mine to kiss. I hardly dare breathe as I listen for other voices, moving in and then away as the seeker looks to find one person after another, exploring room after distant room. Under the bed, we both move slowly. My skin is alive, the excitement running all through me as my own hands help him to ease up my sweater, direct his mouth to my breast. I help him work my pants off, and then with the most incredible daring I push my buttocks up and his head down. His mouth caresses me all over, and I can tell from his body motions, that he’s taken off his pants as well. My hands, braver and braver in the dark, move over him, find his erection like a rock, and all the while we seem to move in slow motion on this bare floor, scarcely breathing, our bodies moving against the background noise of the voices on kızılay escort the floor below. Two people have been caught so far, and Bob is still looking for all the others.The louder his approaching voice gets, the more urgent our bodies grow. We hear Bob laughing and calling out as he finds another person – Beth this time. The fear and anxiety I feel make me hotter, make me do the most incredible things with this man whom I hardly know. Now there is nothing I wouldn’t let him do to me; even pain, even words in my ear that no man has ever said. “More.” My own whisper is in my ear. “More!” I demand of him and I am wet through before he is quite in me. We are like two conspirators in the dark, breathing so hard it seems incredible they can’t hear us. The space under the bed has gotten too restrictive for us now, as our bodies are driven to a need for deep movement. We crawl out from under the bed and before I can do anything, Steve has grabbed me and thrown me on the bed, face down and ass up. He wastes no time and I feel his hot erection piercing into me. I’m so wet that he easily shoves the entire length of his considerable erection deep inside of me. I must have moaned deeply, as his hand quickly moved over my mouth to cut down on any noise. It was a good thing he did, as three or four thrusts later, and I was rolling in my first orgasm. Nothing could stop me now – my body was screaming out for the pleasure his cock was providing me. Even if my husband had walked into the room, I would not have been able to stop.
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