Carnal attraction: 12> Angling for a reduction
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Chris-t6290

"Owe!" I exclaimed, as I, having stepped out of the bath shower, went to get the nearby towel to dry myself.

Looking down out my pained foot, I noticed a dark splinter from a floor tile that was caught between two of my toes and so I sat back on the side of the bath and removed the object. As I did, I suddenly noticed a few more splinters here and there.

‘Oh well, looks like you'll have to be replaced,' I remarked, as I began drying myself off. With that soon finished, I, and with no more mishaps, carefully tip-toed on those that were complete, and was soon back in my bedroom.

After breakfast, and with it thankfully being a Saturday - so no work until Monday - I looked through the yellow pages and, after calling a couple of numbers, found someone who could look over the work that afternoon.

Ordinarily at the weekend, and for around the flat I found myself buying into after my divorce - David being the one to cheat and covering himself with a pre-nup - I usually wore something casual; jeans and a top. However, and since this would be my first foray into a business deal (my errant husband normally taking care of that sort of thing), I decided to dress casually formal: a black strapless bra with a matching thong, a blue blouse with medium size buttons and a navy blue skirt. Since I was at home, the only staid casual item I wore were a pair of dark blue slippers.

Between now and 1pm, when the young sounding man said he would call, I busied myself with the small amount of laundry in the bathroom basket. ‘These can definitely do with a wash,' I realised to myself, when I picked up one of my three other thongs. After the divorce, and what with David's cheating, I'd almost shied off men. Consequently, I had taken to using the vibrator David bought for us to use, or, when I got horny at work, my fingers.

With the laundry done and hung up in the bathroom (I had taken an upstairs apartment, so I didn't have the luxury of a garden), and my lunch in the microwave for after he had finished, I settled back on the sofa and awaited my caller.

1pm on the dot, and the bell to the downstairs door rang. One thing with slippers, as opposed to heels, is that it's easier to descend the stairs, and having gotten part way down, I called out that I was coming.

"There," I exclaimed, as I reached for the lock and soon had the door open.

"Mrs Jones," the young man checked, and then held up his ID, which was attached to a narrow sash around his neck.

"Tanya," I informed him. "I haven't been Mrs anything since my divorce," I intoned, even though I had given him my married name out of habit when I phoned.

"Thank-you for being available..." I said, inviting him to proffer his name as I stepped back and ushered the young man inside.

"Robert," was all he said, as I closed the door and then had him follow me upstairs.

"The bathroom's in here," I intoned, directing the young man to the room that was almost opposite my bedroom, and which I had since closed.

As Robert entered, I noticed him catch sight of the washing I had earlier hung up to dry, before looking down at the floor. Having minded myself that he could hardly be expected not to, I awaited his judgement.

"Okay, so you want a complete re-tile of the floor, then, Tanya."

"Yes, if you could, and as soon as," I said, not wanting another repeat of this morning.

As I looked at Robert from the side, awaiting any decision he may come to, I had a nagging feeling I'd seen him before; he'd not given me his last name.

"Right then, all I need now is for you to go through the samples I've got, and I'll cost the work for you. You do know that there's a charge for the estimate if you decide not to go through with the work," he informed me.

‘Robert Ingram,' I suddenly realised from his voice. He was a student of mine from some, what, four years ago. And now here he was; either with his own business or working for someone.

I subsequently recalled his attempts at flirting with me during the odd lesson, something I put down to post puberty, which most 18-year-olds go through; besides which, I was married at the time. ‘Yes, and to a cheat,' I minded myself. ‘But why hadn't he made any recognition of me,' I mussed, as I turned to show him to the lounge.

Just then, I had a rather naughty thought, and instead of the lounge, I had Robert follow me the short distance to my bedroom. ‘Here's more convenient,' I indicated, as I turned the handle and opened the door.

With little response from my former pupil, as to why I'd chosen my bedroom to lay out the samples - on my bed no doubt - we were soon sat, quite professionally considering the venue, side by side on my bed. What with my being this close to a man, on my bed, I presently felt warm as Robert finished laying the last of the samples on the floor; that being where they would, of course, be, and not on my bed.

"I take it, Robert, I can have a mix," I enquired, doing my best to remain professional considering my thoughts and feelings.

"You mean a two tone effect. Of course, whatever the customer wants," he impressed upon me.

"Okay then, what about...what about that one and this one," I enquired, having picked up a charcoal grey sample from the selection.

In all, there was quite a varied choice; blues, greens, cream, and various shades of brown. Avoiding the obvious black, I had indicated a mottled green tile, almost jade coloured, as my second selection.

"A good choice, although expensive," Robert now informed me.

"They're not all the same price, then," I exclaimed, almost taken aback by his assessment.

"The plain ones, like the one you're holding, Tanya, are the same, however, the mottled, even the two-tone ones cost more," he elucidated.

"Okay then, how much does the work come to?" I enquired, almost resignedly.

"How much!" I exclaimed, having noticed the pricey figure.

"That's what I charge, sorry if it's a little high," Robert said, almost apologetically, before suggesting an alternative sample to that of the jade one.

"I'm sort of stuck on these two," I exclaimed, only to then realise something.

"So, Robert, I take it this is your own business, then," I surmised. "You've done quite well for yourself," I continued, and as I did, I let my hand stray to the topmost button of my blouse, which I then slowly undid.

"I take it you do recognise me after four years. Surely I haven't changed that much, have I," I almost swooned.

"Of course, Miss Jones, it's hard not to," intoned Robert, his flustered demeanour reminding me of how he was in my class, when the students, out of respect, addressed female tutors as ‘Miss'.

"Is there anyway we come to a more manageable figure," I subtly hinted. And having caught his attention, I slowly and decisively undid another button, and then slowly ran my fingers and thumb along either side of the released edge of my blouse.

"How do you mean, Tanya," my former student croaked; I've got his interest, I noticed.

"Back in class, when you tried flirting with me, it would be: ‘quid-pro-quo', you do me a small favour, Robert, and I'll do you a big one," I suggested, and then returned the tile to the floor. While I was bent down, I undid another button. As I did, I realised to myself that the front strap between the cups of my black bra would be noticeable.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Tanya," intimated Robert, and sounding far from that of Dustin Hoffman in ‘the Graduate'.

I'm too young to be a ‘Mrs Robinson', and so I simply replied: "No, just tying to come to an acceptable agreement...for both of us," I crooned, only to then, and to both our surprises, rest my left hand on Robert's right knee.

"Don't think of this as me seducing you, Robert, but more of me giving you what you no doubt yearned for, even fantasised about at higher education," I told him, before edging my hand further along his denim clad thigh, just as I moved my face and mouth closer to his.

Considering my proposal for some moments, I felt his warm breath on my near florid cheeks as he deliberated my suggestion. Just then, I recalled what occurred when I first showed him the bathroom.

"Rather than look at my underwear, wouldn't you much rather see what I have inside them," I proffered, and In doing so, I drew open the right side of my blouse and then slowly, almost massaging it, smoothed my left hand along and back of Robert's thigh.

"How much of a reduction are you angling for, Tanya," Robert proposed, doing his level best to ignore my come on to him.

"I don't want to influence you," I said. Likewise, I didn't want to come across as a whore, someone who could be bought.

"Whatever you decide, I'll go along with," I assured him. And having made an adjustment to the cost and shown it to me, I willingly accepted his revised costing.

"Okay then," he said, having put his notepad down; Robert obviously waiting for me to take the initiative.

"This bed has yet to be put to its intended use," I averred, as I undid the last buttons on my blouse and withdrew it from my skirt. "What say you show me what you've learnt about sex and fucking, Robert," I wantonly intoned, before grabbing the young man's shirt and pulling him closer.

"Kiss me," I enjoined, and then pressed my lips to Robert's.

For a 22-year-old, Robert was quite mature in the way he used his lips, mouth, tongue and hands; the later delicately cupping my breasts and then pleasurably caressing them. In response, I entwined my tongue with his and felt my clit stir and waken.

"Huh, that's, huh, quite, huh, a start," I gasped in between my fevered words, only for Robert to push me back onto the bed.

Craned over me, Robert emitted a pleasant smile as he took a hold of my bra, which he then lifted off and above my breasts.

"So, you're not just going to fuck me then," I exhaled.

"How long since...!" Robert enquired of me.

"Six months, a date," I rejoined.

"Before that," Robert sought further, and then moved his mouth towards my palpitating left breast; my heart rate noticeably high at that moment.

"David," I rejoined, as he unpursed his lips in readiness.

"Yes, more," I moaned encouragingly, as he sucked on my cherry like nipple and tantalized the right one with his finger and thumb.

"You're quite horny, then, Tanya," he exclaimed.

"I get by," I rejoined, only to admit that, yes, I missed the feel and touch of a man since.

"You've got a gorgeous set of breasts, Tanya," exclaimed Robert, as he went to mould them together. Having he done so, he then licked around the areola of each before once more, and momentarily, applying long upward sucks to each teat.

"I take it you're cunt's wet," he intimated, which it most certainly was, while I perversely accepted his vulgarity, and in a quite arousing manner.

"Enough for you to fuck me with your hard cock; once I've had my mouth around it that is!"

"You know, Tanya, I caught your scent whenever you were stood beside me," my former student confessed.

"You like the way a woman smells, then," I rejoined, lost in the heat of the pleasure Robert was manifesting inside me and that of his erotic overtures.

"Let me suck your dick, Robert," I appealed huskily, and raised my upper body so that I was propped up on my elbows.

"You want me to cover your lips with my hot sticky cum," exclaimed Robert, who then undid his belt buckle, and soon had his firm rigid cock out.

‘Fuck! That's, he's big,' I realised. I thought David's was big at almost nine inches - he encouraging me to measure it one time - but this, Robert's...!

"I don't much care, so long as you give me a good screwing; that is what you sometimes call it. Mind you, it's...!"

"Big!" Robert completed my astonishment. "It's not as big as some -John Holmes," Robert said, suggesting his education stretched to porn films.

"Yes, well, you are going to...!"

"Lick your pussy and clit. You better believe I am," exclaimed Robert, who emitted a quite joyful smile, and then reposed himself so that his cockhead was inches away from my fervoured lips. As he did, I moved to accept his statuesque erection and felt its warmth radiate from the puffy glans as I snaked my tongue tip towards them.

Knelt as he was, Robert managed to maintain the line of his cock, an accomplishment that meant I didn't need to cradle his shaft as I ran my tongue around the rim of his engorged head, before presently consuming his knob end with my lips.

"Erm...erm, erm," I murmured, as I made a meal of sucking the first cock I'd had in my mouth for quite some time.

"Oh yes, Tanya, Miss Jones" Robert responded, he too lost in the euphoria of what, four years or more ago, would have been unthinkable; for me anyway.

Still holding his position and not otherwise moving to encourage me, even when I, and without losing a noticeable beat, reposed myself to better glory on it - on all fours - I slid my warm moist lips back and forth along its mighty length.

"Your tits, sorry, breasts..."

"That's okay, don't feel you need to curb your language, Robert," I assuaged him.

"You were saying about these, my tits," I exclaimed, and then jiggled the right one a couple of times before returning to sucking his wonder staff, and shortly thereafter caressing his balls.

"...Yes, emn, your tits look rather...you know," the young man who's cock I was gladly fellating all but got his words out.

"You like the way they sway back and forth while I suck your, you know...lovely cock," I teased.

"Would you like to put your cock in between them, fuck them maybe, then shoot your hot sticky spunk on my tits and face," I spelt it out for him—graphically.

"God, Tanya, you're gonna make me cum just thinking about it."

"That's a yes, then," I said. And having released Robert's no doubt trembling balls, each one full of his hot sticky cum juice, I had him unbutton the cuffs of my blouse, which he then removed, and then unclip my bra and take it from me. Being as he was knelt behind me, Robert reached around and once more grasped my breasts. This time he was firmer with them. And moments later, I felt a shiver almost electrify my body, followed by a trickle of juices as they permeated from my horny pussy.

"Come on," I urged; whereupon, and having turned around, I was knelt up on the bed with Robert's long shaft swinging up and down between my shapely tits - my lips catching more than the now turgid head as it bobbed in and out of my mouth.

"Oh fuck, yes, I'm gonna cum, Tanya," Robert soon warned me.

Releasing the supportive hold on my breasts, I quickly grasped Robert's inflamed erection. Normally I'm inclined to suck the guy, however, and what with Robert's length, I began stroking his warm pulsating prick. Mere moments later, and as his creamy warm spunk shot forth from the bulbous head, I directed the first fountain like shower over my tits, followed by that of my face and finally my mouth, before presently closing my lips around Robert's still pulsating shaft.

‘Well done...well, fucking, done!' my mind exclaimed; unable to believe what I now felt - Roger's cock was hard, as hard as it had just been.

"That's...gulp...amazing, Robert. Surely it's not like that all the time."

"Not all the time, but...!"

‘Was it like that when he was in class,' I wondered, only to then realise what I may have missed out on. ‘Oh well, I've got him here, now, with me,' I minded myself, as I slowly milked the drips from his shaft and then licked them up.

"I've a mind to suck your cock some more, while you eat me," I exclaimed. Only to apologise for my forethought of taking him for granted.

"Whatever pleases you, Tanya," Robert assuaged; and here's me wanting to do him a big favour instead.

Having cleaned up my face with my tongue and fingers, when I moved to do the same to my breasts, Robert had me massage his almost cold essence into their warm flesh, that way he could smell himself on them when he fucked me.

"Okay, your turn," I told him. And once I'd directed my former student to lay where I was, I removed his trainers, followed by his jeans and with them his pants.

With Robert all but naked, I managed to resist the urge I felt to climb astride him and impale my heated cunt on his almost upstanding long cock. Instead, and on one knee and a foot beside him, I guided his hand beneath my skirt and invited my former student to feel how wet he had made me.

"Hurm," I whimpered, through part glazed eyes, as Robert slid his fingers, all four of them, up and down the folds of my horny wet pussy.

"Fuck me, Robert," I urged, although it was I who was motioning myself up and down his long drawn in fingers, which soon had me cumming.

"Fuck, that was lovely," I crooned, only to then fell him direct his fingers higher and then stroke my distended clit.

"Fuck, yes. That's where, oh fuck, more, I want your lips," I gasped. And as if wanting to first tease me, Robert trailed his fingers down my wet slit and back up again, before slowly drawing them back down. This time, instead of bringing them up, he teased them further around my body - onto my perineum.

"Whoa, where are going, Robert," I responded - to late. He was there, his fingers resting against my anus. Getting no further disquiet from me, he began a slow circling motion around my colon.

"Emn, should you be doing that," I was quick to remark, just as my body responded to the pin pricks of pleasure his touch was producing; sensations that were heightened when he slipped two of his fingers into my tight little asshole. My ex had pestered more than encouraged me to take his dick up my ass. Was Robert now angling to have me try it with his...surely not.

"Fuck, Robert," I cried out, presently, and then came. Was it the taboo aspect of what he'd just done that made me climax, or the sensations I felt leading up to it along with him actually doing it. Either way, and as pleasurable as it felt, that was my limit. I hadn't before and I most certainly wasn't now, going to let him put his cock, no matter how majestic it was, where his fingers were. If that wasn't enough, what he did next shocked me.

Removing his hand from beneath my skirt, he then raised his fingers up to my face.

"Whoa, you're joking, right," I exclaimed, at his effrontery - my body remaining rigid all the same.

"Come now, Tanya, when you pleasure yourself, you surely put one or two fingers in your lovely tight anus," Robert intimated.

Struck dumb by his inference, one that was correct, of course, I sheepishly nodded yes and awaited what he was getting at and for me to do.

"So, afterwards..." he intoned, and moving my head towards his fingers, I parted my lips and took them into my mouth. With it closed, I tasted a cocktail of my juices. Admittedly, together they were less acrid - both in smell and taste I could not help but notice as I sucked Robert's fingers. It was as if Robert was, now that I was free of David and once more free and single, wakening dormant feelings inside me, I realised, just before he withdrew his hand from me, and with some regret on my part.

"Okay, Tanya, let's have your skirt off, I want to see and smell your delicious cunt before I eat it," exclaimed Robert, and then moved his hands to where the small button and zipper were located.

With my skirt off, over my head he took it, the young man below my all but naked body guided me closer to his expectant mouth.

"I was half expecting you to have a hairy pussy," he uttered, having I drawn my thong to one side.

"I kept up my grooming after the split with David," I told Robert, who then smooched my throbbing clit, both with and between his lips.

"Fuck, that's lovely, Robert," I exhaled, as he somewhat fucked his lips on my tender stalk. God, I wanted to cum more than before, and now. Unable to otherwise control my actions, I grasped his hair and fucked myself at him, crying and moaning as I climaxed and rocked forward.

"Sorry," I immediately apologised, and went to pull back. However, and grasping my thighs, Robert held me to him and continued sucking my sensitively throbbing clit.

"How many times...how many times...Robert," I gasped, as another climax bubbled away inside me.

"Put your fingers in your ass, Tanya," Robert enjoined, and unable to resist him, if that I wanted to, I soon had three slender fingers sliding up and down my anal track.

"Fuck me, Robert, make me cum for you," I cried out, my body almost hunched over his as he now slid three of his fingers into my pussy and commenced fucking me.

‘Fuck, yes, lovely,' I regaled, as I realised the pleasure of being what's referred to as DP'd; all of which, I dare say, contributed to my climax.

"Fuck me, Robert, I'm gonna..." too late, I warned him, moments before I exploded and drenched Robert with my climatic outpourings. I apologised, of course, only for the young man to remind me he'd cum over my face as well. All the same, I took pleasure and do diligence in licking myself from his mouth, lips and chin.

"Now what," I said, awaiting his next instruction.

"I seem to recall you wanting to...!" Robert reminding me of my earlier remark; whereupon, and having removed my thong, I was laid over him in the 69 position.

It was only then that, in my earlier hastened wonderment of his still hard cock, I realised this position would make my throat more accessible, and so I maintained a supportive grasp around the hilt of his shaft as a buffer.

For the next what seemed like several minutes, there was little from us speech wise, save for the sound of pleasured murmurs as I mouth fucked Robert's cock all the way down to my thumb and he dined on my pussy while once again diddling my asshole.

After he had again made me climax, I took my mouth from his stone hard erection, and having licked up and down it several times, I kissed the head and soon had his cock where I craved it - inside my needy cunt.

"I take it, young man, you'd like to feel my fingers in my ass, pressing against your cock as you fuck me with it," I quivered, and soon had them lodged inside my rectum.

"I have to admit, Robert, this is quite pleasurable, but, my fingers, yours even, aren't as thick as your cock," I crooned, as I slowly rode up and down its pleasurable length; my breasts swaying back and forth above him as I did.

Moments later, and with my left hand braced on his chest, Robert took over. With his hands almost grasping my buttocks, he motioned me back and forth as he fucked himself into me with long determined strokes.

"Yes, fuck me, Robert, fuck me with your lovely long cock, fill me up with it," I encouraged him; whereupon and holding me above him, my fingers still lodged in my backside for added stimulation, he thrust fucked his cock back and forth in quick successive spurts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I rattled a response, his groin slapping against me as he did, before Robert once more slowed to a smooth back and forth rhythm when I climaxed.

From there he had me in several positions. My hands on the baseboard with Robert knelt up behind me. He then used his fingers to stroke my clit while he stroked his cock in and out of my wet pussy. He even, having turned my head to the side, kissed me as we fucked; my ass being given some unneeded respite as he did.

"Fuck me, Robert, fuck me with your big hard cock," I encouraged him all the more, and shortly thereafter I was again once more cumming.

"You're full of surprises," I exclaimed, as, and having positioned me so that my shoulders were on the floor, my thighs against the side of the bed and my legs up on the coverall, Robert, stood either side of me and facing away, slid his long cock into my well fucked cunt.

"This is called ‘Piledriver'. Don't worry, I'll spare you the effect," Robert informed me, as he flexed his knees up and down; subsequently with a reduced motion than would otherwise be the case, I surmised.

"I'm supposed to be returning your gesture, Robert," I gasped, as he made me climax for the umpteenth time; his cock still hard and showing little sign of wanting to give up another load of his cum juice.

"You are...you have. It's not everyday I get to have sex with a hottie like you."

‘Me a hottie, who'd have thought,' I wondered to myself, as Robert flipped me on to my side and then helped me back onto the bed.

"I take it you provide this extra service for some of your other clients," I averred, having picked up on what he may have meant.

"Only those who, well, let's say, are inadequately taken care of," rejoined Robert, who then, and with my thighs pushed back and my ankles over his shoulders, posed his meaty cockhead at my wet opening, and then let me have it with a determined forceful swing of his hips.

"Fucker," I cried out. Not out of any amount of regret at being some type of plaything to him, but that he, Robert, knew how to take care of a woman; a ‘hottie' as he called me.

"Fuck, Robert, your cock feels even longer like this. Your quite some, yes, fuck me, do it hard, stud," I exclaimed, as his forward motion sunk me part way into the mattress.

"Fuck, yes, slap my ass," I cried out, as his groin hit against my buttocks. Not quite expecting him to, it was quite an additional pleasure when I felt his right hand against the left side of my rump.

"Oh, Robert," I exclaimed.

"I'm gonna cum, Tanya," he soon forewarned me. "Where would you like it," Robert said, concerned as to my not being sexually active enough to take contraception.

"Cum inside me, Robert, I want to feel you inside me. Fill me up with your hot sticky...yes, thank-you," I extolled, my voice trailing to an almost whimper as he did. It was warm, it was sensuous, and above all else, it set off my own, final orgasm.

Hung over me, sweat dripping from his young virile body, I managed to take my legs from his shoulders, and then wrapped them around his waist as his creamy fluids continued to fill me before slowly dying down.

"How was I," I intoned, as his cock finally gave up its magnitude and soon slithered from my cum sodden opening.

"Un-fucking-believable," he exclaimed, before using his lips to collect up the beads of sweat he'd dripped.

"That's okay, Robert, besides, it'll mix with your earlier cum," I told him, before drawing this wonderful lover up and close to me, and planting a grateful kiss on his lips. Thankfully, once he'd gone, I'll drive to the local chemist and get a morning after pill. For now, I wanted to bathe in the afterglow of something I'd denied myself for far too long. A good screwing as I had earlier said. Only, it was more than that. Robert, bless him, had made love to me, something I'll not forget in any hurry.

"Best get dressed," he said, and then collected his clothes from where I'd dropped them.

"When, what day will the work be done," I enquired, as I took his offered hand and sat up.

"Will Tuesday be okay. I know you have school," Robert averred, as he gathered up his samples.

"Tuesday will be fine, Robert. I'll get one of the TA's to cover for me," I agreed, and then slipped on a pink robe over my naked body before seeing him to the front door.

"Until Tuesday, then," I smiled, and went to give him a quick parting peck on his cheek.

"I just price the work up, Tanya, Eric and Nathan, who were also in your class, carry it out," Robert informed me. "Don't worry, like me they're committed to a very professional job," he assured me, before leaning forwards and giving me a final kiss on the lips while his hand caressed the rise of my naked ass.

As he did, I felt his once more hard cock press against me.

"In that case, and since you're hard," I said.

Having closed the door, I led Robert back to the stairs and sat on the third step. There, and with his cock once more out, I devoured it with my mouth. Not saying a word, I then removed my robe and knelt up on the lower step - offering myself to him like a horny slut.

"Fuck me, Robert, give me your hot cum," I impelled him. And without further ado, he once more had his cock inside me, pumping away before pumping his hot seed into my heated cunt.

"Until Tuesday," I smiled, as if what just happened was a passing memory; the almost frantic fuck on the stairs, not what went before.

Nathan turned out to be short for Nathaniel. He was black and big, both in stature and his cock. By contrast, Eric was every bit as white as Robert and me. And while he wasn't as tall as his work colleagues he could fuck like a steam train.

As Robert intimated, they were quite professional; the bathroom perfectly tilled with my choice of colours before I led them, as with Robert, to my bedroom. There I showed them each my gratitude.

This being my first time with two men, I was mindfully concerned, especially with my prior thoughts of being DP'd. However, and as they took turns servicing me, and then both at the same time, they, no doubt at Robert's indication, restrained themselves from fucking my ass with anything other than their fingers, and in Nathan's case, his broad pink tongue. In preparation of that, I had gone to the length of having cleaned myself beforehand.

One quite memorable position they had me in, was sliding up and down Nathan's immense black dick while almost facing my wardrobe mirror; my head part turned to the side as I got my lips around and was mouth fucked by Eric's thick firm cock.

By the time we were finished, my body overly satisfied, I was covered in a mixture of sweat and their bountiful cum. After that, and not before time, I was in need of a shower.

‘I have to admit, Robert had definitely woken the dormant slut in me,' I minded myself, as I ventured into a nightclub a few weeks later.