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My husband told me about this incident while he was more than a little drunk and didn't consider the consequences very well. Not that the consequences would have been very grave; all things considered I got very turned on by his revelation to me and I now use it, not without some dirtier additions, in my own "private time", mostly in the bathtub. For this purpose though I'll tell you the story as my husband told it to me without embellishing it with my own additions. Here goes...
We had a break in our daily monotony a few months ago with the visit from my husband's best friend from Virginia. On his visit to California he said that he would stay in a hotel, but we insisted that he stay with us since we have a well-furnished guest room we keep for just such occasions. He agreed and so he settled in.
The first day went by without anything to write home about, as did the second day. The third day however was Saturday, and Saturday is usually PARTY DAY! We decided to go out on the town, which we did by bar hopping until about 1:00 AM. We ended up taking a Taxi home because none of us could drive without being arrested. As soon as we got in the house, Chris (my husband's friend's name) excused himself saying he was so beat he just wanted to crash. We called him a party pooper but he just waved us off and went to his room. Hubby and I decided to watch some TV and sat on the sofa for a while.
Alcohol, I'm sure you all agree, makes people horny as hell, and after noticing all the ogling I had received from other guys the whole night, I was horny as hell. I had worn a red dress, about six inches above the knee in length, with a pair of black panties underneath. My breasts are average sized (not big, not small) so I don't have to wear a bra, which I didn't.
| | | This is a first attempt at a true story. Feedback is appreciated. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. This may well be a first in a series. This was our first time, but I have plenty of other times to write about if i get good feedback.
Another Army trip, but Jane was to accompany me. Normally, folks on a road trip are soon left staring glassy eyed at the road, or counting the cattle on the side of the highway. We used to be just like this until I read a great story years ago called “Instant Cash Giveaway”. In this story, the husband started offering his wife a challenge of flashing. “For $25 flash your breast at that trucker”. A great story.
Let me tell a little about ourselves. Jane is just over 6 feet with a dark complexion, long legs, brown hair, and pert small breast. I have never seen her wear a bra, and the tee shirts she wears are always vee neck. I have often seen all the way down her shirt while in public as she leaned over to look as something. On a logical level I’m sure she knew it happened, but she also seemed unaware of it at that time. As to myself, I am 6’ 2”, 210 lbs with brown hair and I am told “penetrating” blue eyes. I also have a wicked imagination when it comes to new things in the sex world.
The trip started innocently enough until I started to tease Jane about exhibiting herself. I knew if I cajoled her long enough, and with enough humor, she would end up doing it. “Honey, would you like for me to pay for your next trip to the Casino to play bingo? Just pull your shirt up when we pass this semi!” To my amazement, with no hesitation, she did it. We discussed it afterward and I came away with the understanding that she was an Exhibitionist at heart. She just never had the opportunity to indulge in it.
Several more times in the next 100 miles of road, I had her flash her breast at truckers and others in cars. I was in heaven. We stopped just outside of a Army Post in the Ozark Mountains and visited an adult store that I had seen there. We have a wide assortment of toys for her at home, but thought we would add to them. A few sex story magazines and a great little vibrating later, we were back on the road.
| | | I agree with others on a previous thread. Flashing a person who isn't appreciative, is nowadays, very dangerous, especially the spectacular flashes. Now, with the advent of cells, digi camera's and routine surveillance cameras, capture, humiliation and loss of $ can be eminent.
That being said, I miss the old days, when I was a teen and in my 20-30s. I never did the overcoat thing but definitely was a bit of a flasher and went the route of the loose shorts in the summer and in the winter, knee length parka, no underwear and long zippered jeans. I mostly flashed working girls as I knew there'd be no backlash. Also, the college girls seemed more tolerant in those days and I was in the Boston area, so colleges and universities were abundant.
One winter night around midnight, I was sitting at a bench on the Boylston St side of the Boston Commons. I went out that night on a lark but had a disappointing night and was gonna pack it up and hit one of the Tenderloin strip joints, just to see a little girl flesh.
Anyway, it was cold so the jacket was zipped and I just stroked thru that clever hole I'd made inside the jacket pocket and hoped I'd get lucky. Just as I was going to leave the bench, I spotted a girl walking my way. I started to unzip my coat as she got to within 20 feet of me and to my surprise she looked over at me and said "Hey, how ya doing?" I didn't know what to think so I said 'hey" back and she came over and sat right next to me! I left the coat half unzipped and stuck my hands back in my pockets. I didn't think she knew what I was doing, oh so subtly under my coat.
She started to chat me up, about what a night she had and 'wow' wasn't it cold? She went on to say, she had partied and lost track of her ride. She said she lived at a dorm, about 50 miles South West of Boston at a girls college. Forget which one.
This girl was really nice to talk with, not gorgeous but very attractive nonetheless. I guess, talking with her took my mind off of my flashing her. I was enjoying the company and still had a hard-on hidden under my coat. To tell the truth, she was more girlfriend material and at that time, I didn't have a steady fuck , so I didn't want to shock her.
| | | I went to watch the Wales versus Ireland rugby game on Saturday. I'm not a follower of rugby, but any excuse for a drink in the company of lots of men gets my vote! Unfortunately when I have had a few drinks I get a little cocky and think I know it all, which was obviously not the case at the weekend. With just having had St. Patrick's Day I was all for Ireland winning the game, and made a bet with a bunch of Welsh supporters that Ireland would win. I offered to bet £20 but they said if I was that sure I should make it £100. I guess the drink bolstered my confidence so I agreed, even though I didn't have that amount of money with me.
It all started so well, but it was soon obvious that I had made a bit of a mistake, and throughout the match the guys were getting full of themselves about taking my money. I phoned a few of my friends and asked them to come bail me out, but they had gone to Liverpool shopping and wouldn't be back in time. I decided there was only one thing for it, and that was to get drunk! I went to the bar to get another bottle of wine and thought about sneaking out, but one of the guys had followed me and escorted me back into the pool room that had the big screen.
It was only half time and I could already feel the effects of the first bottle of wine. Some of the guys were playing pool and I watched them for a while. They were both pretty useless, which gave me an idea. I would wait until after the match and offer to play them and make the bet double or quits.
Before long the game restarted and for a minute I hoped Ireland looked like getting back into it, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. I poured myself another glass and carried on with my original idea of getting drunk. Pretty soon the game ended with Wales emerging victorious and winning the Grand Slam. The guys were shouting and jumping around in celebration and I thought for a minute that they had forgotten about our bet, but no such luck.
"Come on then girl, pay up" one of them demanded.
"How would you like to make it double or quits," I asked.
| | | Krissy was watching football with her brother Jim and his two friends Bob and Carmen. The guys wanted to see more of the cheerleaders since the game was boring. 'Krissy, why don't you lead a cheer for us?' asked Bob.
'What do I get for it?'
'How mercenary!'
'You guys just want to ogle.'
'So' What's the harm?'
Krissy smiled. She knew she was attractive. 'What's in it for me?'
'Heck, Jim, this is just like the strip club. The girls always want paid up front.'
Jim laughed at Bob. 'Krissy's no dummy. But I know she'd like to borrow a car tomorrow night. Right, Krissy?'
'Hey, yeah, Bob. Let me borrow your car.'
Bob had a wonderful old Mustang and never let anyone borrow it. They all knew that.
Krissy asked, 'What'd like for say a four hour rental?'
'More than you'd be willing to pay.'
'Try me.'
| | | I had decided on the way home that I was going to have fun with you today. It was around noon, on a beautiful Saturday, and I had been gone most of the morning running errands and whatnot. We had plans to spend the day together already, but as I thought about you lying in bed as I was leaving this morning, only going because I had to get these things done, the tone of those plans changed. I replayed in my mind how you, still half-asleep, were teasingly running your fingers over your upper thighs and stomach, tauntingly outlining the real estate I wanted to focus my morning’s attention on.
As I drive home, my memory redraws every curve of your naked body right before my eyes. Your full round breasts with the hard nipples pointing up to beg for my mouth. Your legs deliciously parted to show your beautiful pussy, wanting my full attention. Your hands tracing lines on your soft, smooth skin, marking a path my tongue begs to follow. Your dazed, early morning eyes staring at me, even in their fogginess portraying the things you want me to do to you. Your soft full lips, whispering you love me and you wish I didn’t have to go so early this morning. Oh, the possibilities.
Not wanting to be teased without at least some retribution, I stood over you and leaned my head down, roughly yet lightly flicking my tongue over your hard nipple, nipping at it with my teeth. You smiled and moaned as I stood up, dipping my finger down between your thighs for something to remember you by all morning, your sweet, salty scent on my finger. I said I’d be back sooner than possible and then we could have the rest of the weekend to ourselves.
| | | Everybody said "Start your garage sale on Thursday! Lots of people drive around on Thursday to buy all the good stuff."
On Thursday, my sale started with a downpour. It rained an inch and an half in three hours. I just sat in my window waiting for it to stop. Just before noon, the rain stopped and when the sun came out so did I. I quickly put the tables out on the driveway, then put the boxes of sale stuff out and I waited for the people to come.
By two o'clock, one person had stopped on to browse without buying. Two cars had slowed down, but never stopped.
Bored and hot in my jeans and sweatshirt, I went into the house for a soda and to change my clothes. I put on an old sleeveless t-shirt of my husband's and a pair of light blue nylon jogging shorts.
I went back to the drive and grabbed a lounge chair. I pulled the chair over to the middle and stretched out in the sun. I grabbed a book out of one the boxes and began flipping through the pages.
Sometime later, I realized that I had fallen asleep and that I wasn't alone. I opened my eyes just a little to see what was going on.
When I had fallen asleep, I had been sitting with my feet up on the lounge and my knees together. As I slept, my legs relaxed and my legs had dropped to each arm of the lounge leaving my crotch wide open for anyone to see. I saw this through my half open eyes. I also saw a man crouched over a box of books about five feet from me. As I watched him, he picked up a book glancing at it. As I watched his eyes, I noticed he was looking at my crotch. I closed my eyes and considered what he might be seeing. I remembered that I had worn an old pair of partial see through panties that day, but I didn't remember if they were intact or if they had any holes in them.
| | | The rain started as a drizzle. The windscreen wipers slapped their rhythm back and forth. I saw them standing on the curb waving me down, so I pulled my cab over to let them in. This being a residential neighbourhood, I don't get flagged down so much as a few streets over in the business district.
"Where you kids going on such a pissy evening, then?" I asked as they settled in the back. It made no difference if my fares were 9 or 90, they were still "kids".
"Time to go home," he smiled as he put his arm around the scantily clad young woman sitting next to him. She looked a bit drunk, but not overly intoxicated. He gave me the address and kissed her forehead. She smiled and tilted her head up to return the kiss. There was little traffic out at the time, but, even so, the address he gave me was a good 20 to 30 minutes away. It was going to be a good fare.
I pulled away from the curb and started the metre as they cuddled in the back. "Would you like the heat on a bit?" I asked "The rain can chill you if you're not careful."
"Yes, please," she smiled.
I turned the heat up to comfort them some. They'd be in back for a while. "Let me know if you get too warm, then," I checked them again in the rear view, then turned my attention to the road.
He had the footballer look - athletic, but not overly worked out, in jeans, trainers, and a jersey. She was very cute with dark hair that hung nicely to her shoulders and smiling eyes. Her loose fitting electric blue halter top hid the size of her bosom, but certainly showed plenty of shoulder and sides. Her slacks, what I could see of them in my mirror, looked to be a very thin, light coloured material, that, because of the rain, was a bit more see-through than possibly expected. Looking at her, I could feel my cock stir in my jeans. She was the type that, if she were alone, I'd ask for something else besides cash for the fare. Then again, I'm just a dog.
| | | It had happened when she was very young, so young that all she could remember of the accident that had claimed her parents' lives were just flashes... and pain. The pain wasn't something that had happened to her physically—the person who found her and rescued her from the smoldering wreck found her relatively unscathed—the pain was from the shock of the accident, and of gradually learning she no longer had her parents anymore. Learning that she was alone. That was a pain that remained with her as long as Rebecca could remember... although at least it was more of a dull ache now that she was eighteen. She had come to live with an old aunt of her mother's, her closest living relative... Aunt Flor was always kind to her, never mistreated her, but Rebecca had always felt alone. Perhaps the fact that her aunt had lived by herself in a remote corner of the woods, at the end of a little valley somewhere up in the mountains of Idaho's panhandle... what most would consider the ends of the world; a desolate place for a young girl robbed of her parents to grow up. And yet... Rebecca never felt resentful of her life. She was lonely, of course, but she loved growing up in the woods. She always felt safe there—it had been her playground growing up, after all.
Her aunt, a very independent spinster her whole life, had also been a teacher ages ago in the little town five or six miles away, and had taught Rebecca herself, all the way up to high school level. It had been a fine education, except that again it had isolated Rebecca from the outside world and from developing in ways she might have done otherwise, had she grown up with her parents far away in their old home. In fact, the only place Rebecca ever got to see was the little town a few miles away... to her it had always seemed like a big and far away place, as funny as that might seem. She got to ride there from time to time with her aunt, when her aunt's old friend Tom (almost as old as Aunt Flor, anyway) came rattling down the road in his old station wagon. Flor refused to own a car, which Rebecca thought made sense, seeing as how it was a car that killed her parents. As it was, Aunt Flor was oddly protective of Rebecca whenever the two of them went into town. Her aunt was seen as a hermit of sorts, an old eccentric who kept to herself... not that she was the only one who did so, in those parts, so she was usually left alone. Flor kept Rebecca away from the parts of town that had bars, hotels, gas stations... any place where you'd usually find strangers. It was the same old stores and groceries that her aunt frequented, and occasionally some other old friend's house in town, to pay a visit.
| | | I was fishing for bass and trout at my favorite fishing spot, Lake Roosevelt in Arizona. I fish this spot three, or four times a week in the summer. In the past five years I have fished here, I have seen people here twice. I start fishing about six, and stop about eleven for lunch.
I would sit against a big oak tree by the shore, where I would have my coffee and sandwich, and again as usual, I would lay back and start rubbing my cock though my swim shorts. When it was hard I would pull it out through the leg and start to masturbate, after cumming that would end my day at the lake, and good sandwich and a good orgasm.
One day stands out of many other days though; I had been stroking my cock, pulling lightly on my balls, feeling my arousal building slowly. My fishing day masturbation takes at least forty-five minutes from when I begin my masturbation to cumming, I always cum very hard and have a great orgasm.
This morning I had built up my level stimulation hotter than I had known in a long time. I was pumping my cock I knew I would cum in a matter of minutes. I could feel the tingles shooting through my cock and balls.
I heard a voice seeming over head of me, "please don't be startled," I damn near fainted although the words were as soothing as the voice. It was a woman's voice, a medium low sexy voice as smooth as silk.
Fear when through me like a cold glass of water had been dropped on me. But she moved fast-faster than I could in my confusion. She stepped out from behind the bushes, right next to my tree. She was wearing white tennis shoes and white socks. She was naked from her shoes up to her head.
| | | Would the lights be on the whole night? Sarah doubt whether she would be able to fall asleep in the youth hostel with the lights still on.
To calm her mind, she started to look around the room. There were eight bunk beds, four on each side, with a rather large space between the sides. She knew that above her slept a gothic boy, and in the beds beside them two girls, of which one had a very pretty face and many-coloured dread locks. In the beds across the room where two reasonably fat but funny guys. The beds directly across her, however, were still empty.
Then someone came in. It was an average looking guy, slim and with hair hanging in front of his eyes. As he turned off the lights, Sarah's eyes had to get used to the dark. She only faintly saw the guy lifting himself in the upper bed with a muscular arm.
Then he threw down his clothes, which he had wrestled off his body while already lying beneath the sheets. How prudish!
Then a second guy came in. It was only in a flash that Sarah saw the slim looking figure, with hairs as black as ashes and deep brown eyes. This time Sarah's eyes got used to the dark, and she was able to see everything.
First the boy threw his bag under the lower bed. Then he lifted his t-shirt over his head, the way boys do it with their head bended. Then his hands shifted to his pants, unzipping it. As he stepped out of his pants, Sarah gazed at his beautiful thickly muscled legs and his slim chest going over in impressive shoulders.
| | | As we stumble in you reach over and wrap your body around mine in a passionate embrace. When we fall to the ground neither of us notices until we roll over and bump into the door. Ignoring it we continue to enjoy exploring each other. Eventually my fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt on their own accord and begin feeling underneath it. Your body shivers with excitement as I roll us over and position myself on top. I gently guide your T-shirt up and over your head, and begin attacking your neck with my lips while my hands caress your breasts through the fabric of your bra.
You shove me off hard for no particular reason and as I stumble backward out onto the front porch you come flying after me and tackle me to the hard wood. I lay there in a daze for a minute while you giggle and get up to go after my shoes, with twin fluid motions you dispose of my footwear leaving both my feet bare.
I get up onto my elbows, look you in the eyes and grin, then say in a serious voice "So that's how we are doing things tonight is it." An excitement lights up in your eyes as you quickly nod your head and dart away and start weaving your way through the plants and trees that surround the house. I catch up to you as you slowdown to go around a sharp corner and pull your body tightly against my chest as I feel my bare feet sliding uncontrollably on the grass. With you fighting against my arms I know I'm not going to be standing much longer so I control the fall by twisting our bodies around and making sure you land on top of me.
Upon hitting the ground my arms lessen their grip enough to make me think I'm going to have to chase you some more, but I'm able to tighten it again just as your about to get away. I roll us over so I'm on top then trap both of your hands to the ground with one of mine and use the other to reach around your back and undo your bra. You wiggle and squirm the whole time to make it impossible, but after what seems like ages I'm finally able to toss it aside. I maneuver myself so that I can free my hands without you getting away, as I begin taking off my shirt I feel your hands undoing my fly.
| | | You get off the phone with me after saying that you would be over in just a few minutes. It's been several days since I have seen you and your lovely body will feel wonderful to touch. I know you can't stand not having sex each and every day so I am aware that you will want to jump on me as soon as your through the door.
Even though I told you to come over so we could watch a movie I have the same idea also, and am already thinking about how good your pussy is going to taste. I can never get enough of you moaning while my fingers in your pussy and my tongue flicking your clit gets you off. My mind is wondering about this very thought for several more minutes when I hear you open my back door.
It's cold so you have on a winter coat and I smile as you take it off because as usual your already smiling back at me. "Hi sexy" I whisper as my hands grip your tiny waist pulling your body closer to mine. Once again you make me hard by just being in the same vicinity and I part your lips with mine; probing your suculent mouth letting our tongues mingle for a while.
I start to slip my hands underneath your shirt but you stop me, which disappoints me greatly since your wearing the usual tight jeans and a top that shows off your firm breast. "Trish is going to join us to watch the movie, she'll be here in a bit so we'll have to keep our clothes on for now" as you paw my hands away from you.
We go into the living room sitting on the couch, and I turn on the tv while my arm wraps around your waist. I lean over half pleading " we can have a quickie before she gets here, I know you want to you haven't seen me in days." I lean over and start to lick your next moving up to your ear where I linger and nibble. You respond well turning towards me plunging your tongue back into my mouth. Second later your climb onto me straddling my waist as I stop our kiss to take of your shirt and your bra.
| | | When I received the e-mail at work from my wife Lois I new I was in for a treat. All the e-mail said was, I'll be having lunch at the mall food court. Why don't you come and see me. The key word here was 'see' instead of meet.
You see, my wife loves to tease me and any other man who wants to look. She is always wearing clothing that reveals a lot of her hot little body. Her favorite is to wear skirts and no panties. She tells me how hot and wet her pussy gets went she thinks about other men seeing that she has no underwear on, and she knows how hard she makes my cock when she is exposing her naked cunt in public or at home.
I had trouble concentrating the rest of the morning, thinking of how she would be dressed. How horny she would be after an hour of showing off. How her pussy would taste as I lick the hot nectar of her swollen cunt after the show. I always tell her that naughty girls deserve a good licking.
As I left for lunch I told my coworkers that may be late getting back, knowing that Lois was going to be ready for a good fucking. I knew that we would meet after I watched her exposing her bare pussy by being careless when she sat or bent over.
I arrived at the mall before her and went straight to the food court, took a seat and waited for her arrival. I had brought a paper with me and got a coffee so that I wouldn't look out of place as I watch her put on her show.
At last, there she was walking down the mall towards me. She was wearing a short tight mini skirt and a loose fitting silk top. The top had spaghetti straps and a rounded neck line. She was already drawing looks. The smooth silk showed the form of her tits as it seemed to mold each succulent breast. It was easy to tell that her nipples were already hard. She also was carrying a stack of books and papers in one arm, which were to come into play very shortly.
| | | Ever wonder what it would be like to be a fly on the wall in my bedroom? Watching me sleep? Wondering what I'm dreaming about when I call out softly? Watching me during my most intimate moments? Perhaps you'd like to take a seat and have a peek.
Imagine yourself perched on the edge of the sofa across the room from my bed as, naked, I lay back against the mound of pillows behind me. I am 5'7" of creamy white skin, voluptous, by most standards. You catch just a glimpse of my sweet, pink pussy as I bend my knees to one side. I look into your eyes, and begin softly stroking the sides of my full, round breasts... gently cupping them in my hands, as I move my hands up in front of them, stopping to softly pinch my hardening nipples. I am stroking around to the sides and in front again, each time pausing to pinch my nipples. Finally, I moan as I take both nipples and pinch them, HARD, and twist them... breasts falling back into place with a jiggle, as I let go of them. I close my eyes, and slide both hands down my stomach as I bring my knees to the center. Slowly my legs part, so I can slide both hands down between... mmmmm. I lick my lips, savoring that feeling. I open my eyes, meeting your lustful gaze... and see you rubbing your cock through your pants, and laying back against the sofa now, with your legs spread.
I spread my pussy lips and expose my excited clit, using my middle finger to slowly circle it... feeling the tingles start... and begin to spread throughout my pussy. I take my middle finger and dip it into the hot juice that's collected between my thighs, and bring the slick liquid up to my clit, rubbing more rhythmically now.... mmmmmmm. The moans are more frequent, as my breaths become ragged. I want to cum. I look at you, once again, as if for permission, and see that your pants are now undone, your rock hard cock is in your hands, and you are stroking it slowly. Your eyes close momentarily, and I know it's not time yet.
Next to me on the bed, lies my brand new vibe. It's a beautiful orchid color, slick with lube, and ready for it's maiden voyage into my pussy. I pick it up and turn it on. Yikes! It's shocking how strong the vibration is. You smile as you see my surprise, but don't stop stroking your cock. I take the vibe and place it between my legs, letting the feeling wash over me as I slowly stroke it up and down my pussy lips, grazing my clit, and feeling the sensations building. I'm afraid to slide it inside myself, but when I look at you and watch you lick your lips, I know it's what you're waiting to see. I stroke it downward once more, pausing just a moment or two before I push the 'head' of the vibe into my pussy. With a plop, it enters me. You see my eyes close and my back arch as the vibe penetrates me for the first time.
| | | Peremptorily Challenged (23 June 2008) It was only 11am when I got kicked loose from jury duty, so as I left the courthouse on McAllister I decided to walk over to Borders to check out the latest literary journals. While I was making my way down Market Street a hand grabbed my ass. Fortunately, I'm from New York, so assaults to my person like this do not tend to faze me. I simply wheeled around, and came face to face with the boyfriend who dumped me twenty-two years ago.
Now, I like Jack, and don't mind that he's somewhat still in my life. But there seems to be an unspoken implication that somehow all those years ago I started him in his predilection for bondage and discipline. Our relationship was nothing like that. I distinctly remember separating my personal from my professional life back then, and when it came to doing it
with boys I preferred it plain and straight. And I really loved Jack for six full weeks when we were both twenty-four. Maybe it's the case that when you've been a porn actress people pin all sorts of sexual modus operandi on you.
Anyway, Jack treated me to a coffee and told me about his new lady who, as it turns out, shares his tastes. This is good to know. Makes me believe San Francisco's still the wild town I moved to in the 70s. Apparently there's a whole BD subculture, complete with rentable dungeons and handcuff parties. I wouldn't care to participate though. I do have a fantasy life, but it consists of being kidnapped by Alan Rickman.
I explained to Jack what I was doing on 6th and Market, that is, walking down the street, and not on celluloid in some booth at one of the adult bookshops there. It would have been a two-month case, a humdinger of a lawsuit, and I ought to have been the perfect juror: mature, a college graduate, female (always good for sympathy), a housewife with a grown son, and time on my hands. If I was going to be excused, I expected it to be by the corporation's lawyer, not by the salt-of-the-earth plaintiff's. But there he was, Mr Clarence Darrow, with his brown suit and his peremptory challenge, wishing me good day.
Free until next year! But as I was sipping coffee and chatting with Jack a silly, vain, but undismissable thought crossed my mind: Could Clarence Darrow have seen one of my pictures?
| | | "Hey, Peg, come in here and help me for a minute, will ya please," her husband John called from inside the garage!?!" Peg Burton got up off her knees where she was planting some young tomato plants in her garden, and after standing up and dropping her gloves to the ground, she walked the thirty some feet to the garage in search of her husband!!! "John," she asked softly, "where are you, why are the lights off, come on now, stop fooling around!!!" She carefully turned around, looking into every nook and cranny of the large two stalled building, but just when she was about to slip out the door and go back to her gardening, her husband quietly came up behind her and reached around her to grab her large heavy breasts while nibbling on her ear!!! "John," she gasped while trying playfully to pull away from him, "stop that this instant, what if somebody sees us!?!" "Who's gonna be coming in here," he replied while lifting the front of his wife's shirt and running his hands all over her low cut bra and breasts, "besides, it's been almost six hours since I fucked your hot little pussy!!!"
Peg knew that struggling was hopeless when John got her in his powerful grasp, but the insistent caressing of her boobs and the nibbling on her ear had swept away any last vestiages of resistance, so when he leaned her over the trunk of their car and jerked down her jeans and panties, she not only helped him kick them off and away from her, she willingly spread her leads while begging him to take her!!! "Oh god, John," she moaned as his thick pecker pressed ferevently inside of her now drenched pussy, "you're a fucking machine, h-how do you do it!?!" "I just stare at your big ass and tits and it just happens," he whispered while biting her on the neck, "and you know how much I love your pussy!!!" For the next five minutes John Burton literally attacked his wife's pussy with a series of vicious thrusts that boardered on the brutal, but in the end, she begged him to fuck her harder while her pussy spasmed hard as a shower of orgasms rained down on her vagina, leaving her a wasted hot bitch on the cold garage floor!!!
| | | She had painted herself white.
As she stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring her handy work, she became vividly aware of the intense scent and gentle sting of greasepaint for the first time. It stirred something unknown in every inch of her flesh.
At one point she must have been thinking Geisha? Suddenly, that seemed trite. Cliché. But now where would she take this?
Lost in the mirror, it was as if she was seeing herself for the first time. Covered as she was in the thick aromatic paste, she both looked and felt more naked than she had ever been. And beautiful – how the paint fractured slightly around each nipple. It invoked images of delicately lined bone china caught in a pretty web of crosshatched patterns with the passing of time. Pristine beauty laced with even finer detail – character not damage – lovely fissures in the ice.
Her eyes burned and watered a little. She realized they might become quite red and irritated as the night progressed. She would need a mask or a veil... something to detract from or hide this.
But would he know her, behind a mask? Did she want him to? And why was she incapable of planning in advance like everyone else?
She had known about the party for more than a month now. Others would be stunningly adorned in elaborate rented costumes. But she approached this in the way she approached everything. Head first, no forethought, she plunged without knowing what lay before her. Forever watching herself from outside her own body and as surprised by the outcome as any bystander might be.
Her left leg had been iced-white up to mid-thigh before she had even realized she might actually accept the invitation.
| | | It was a lovely sunny day and my boyfriend and I had decided to go to a local beauty spot for a walk. We wandered around for an hour or so before deciding to go and find a quiet spot somewhere. I was a virgin at the time and up till then we hadn’t gone past the kissing and cuddling point.
After looking for a while we found a nice spot which was sheltered on most sides by bushes. We thought that this was a good place to have some fun together. We laid our jackets on the grass and began kissing. After about 10 minutes his hands began to wander over my breasts. It felt really good, the sun has always made me horny and I was getting very carried away. Soon his hands were inside my bra caressing my nipples, tweaking gently and making them erect. He pushed up my top and pulled down my bra, freeing my breasts for him to suck. We had never gone this far before and it felt so good. He was licking and sucking on my nipples and I could feel my knickers getting wet.
The sun made me feel so horny and daring that I peeled my top of and shrugged out of my bra so that he could have full access to my breasts. It felt so good to feel the sun on my skin in the open air like that. I just lay back and enjoyed myself.
After a few minutes we heard a noise and realised that there was a middle aged couple walking right by us. Our sheltered spot wasn’t quite as secluded as we had thought. I was laying there topless and he was sucking away at my nipples but they didn’t seem to take any notice of us so we didn’t worry too much and carried on with what we were doing.
| | | Dan Cupid propped his feet up on his desk and leaned back. Dan glanced at the clock on the wall. His last appointment was now fifteen minutes late. It had been a long afternoon at the Valentine Testing Labs. He had spent the day helping customers fill out questionnaires from various clients in the mall. This last appointment, though, was different. She was a private client, sent by his Uncle Harry to test the real Valentine line, smut.
"No, not smut, kiddo," his uncle had told him while waving his forkful of spaghetti. "We sell romance."
"It's sex toys, Harry. Dildos and vibes and God only knows what else, not violin music!" Dan exclaimed.
"It all leads to the same thing. People use our products to learn how to be better lovers. Being a better lover is romantic. Right, Miriam?" he asked, caressing the curve of his wife's cheek. "Nowadays a guy thinks he's a great lover, but what's he do? Lick, lick. Rub, rub. A few minutes of in and out and he rolls over and goes to sleep. Bah! What does his lover do? She wonders what all the fuss is about and she loses all interest. Maybe she finds someone who does know."
"And the ladies. If they don't know what pleases them, what makes them feel good, how can they show their partner? We help them learn their own bodies and they become better lovers. And that's romance," he concluded.
| | | I had been carrying on an affair with a married woman for a few years now. She let me know when she wanted to get together in an out of the way place for an afternoon of intense sex. We had done it at a friend's house, in several hotel rooms, in the car, and one memorable time in the restroom of a crowded shopping mall. Needless to say, when Lanie called I dropped everything in order to be with her. "So where do you want to meet?" I asked.
"Here," she answered. "I want you to fuck me in my own bed."
"Don't you think your husband and kids will notice your loud screams and moans coming from the bedroom?" I asked jokingly. She had never taken a chance on getting caught, and this seemed far too risky for her to consider trying.
"They're gone for the weekend to his grandmother's house and I want to be fucked in my own bed by you. If you aren't chicken, that is," she said tauntingly. She knew which buttons of mine to push.
"Just say when," I replied.
"Now," she said. "I want you right now." Driving to her house, I thought about our relationship's history. Although I was an acquaintance of her family, I had never actually been inside her home. She had four young kids of her own and was also raising her husband's orphaned teenage sister. So there really never had been a chance for us to get together in that madhouse. It seemed that this was going to be something different. Arriving, I parked up the street as planned, then walked to her back door. She was waiting inside the glass storm door wearing only a lacy pink teddy. The lady had planned this seduction well. Stepping inside, we kissed. She was such a little thing, like a wisp in my arms. She then took my hand and led me to her bedroom. "I want you to fuck me right now with that big, hard cock of yours," she purred while undoing my pants. It was always such a turn on to hear her talking dirty to me. Unsnapping her teddy, I laid her back on the bed and began to tease her with my tongue. She squirmed and moaned as my tongue traced her thighs and then plunged into the sweetest, wettest pussy I've every encountered. It wasn't long before her thighs clenched tightly about my head and her loud moans indicated she had climaxed for the first of what I hoped to be many times. The morning wore into afternoon as we tried every position imaginable, and even playfully made up a few. It was during one of our more awkward intertwining that I glanced toward the bedroom door. I was shocked to see Lanie's sister-in-law, Autumn, peeking through the slightly open door. I didn't know how long she had been standing there, but she was certainly getting an eyeful of me fucking the woman she called Mom.
| | | The day is Thursday February 13th, 2004. I wake up with an almost depressed sigh. It looks like I’ll be spending my birthday alone, I think to myself. You might or might not still be over in Iraq. It’s been a month since your mom and I have heard from you, and all we really know is that by some strange turn of events, that you’ll be home sometime within the first three months of 2004.
Hugging the pictures of you close to my heart, I send up a silent prayer for your quick and safe return. I put the pictures back and stand up, slipping out of my long light blue silk nightgown. I look at my naked form in the full-length mirror as I brush out my hair. I’ve lost weight since we met back in March of last year, and although still big, I look healthier and happier. My pussy is smooth and pink, just like you like it and I remember how it felt the first time you ate me out. At the memory of it I feel myself get wet and my nipples harden up a bit. Setting down my brush I slide my hands from my hair to my breasts, gently kneading them and twisting the nipples. I close my eyes and let my hand reenact the pleasure you gave me upon our first sexual encounter. It feels so real, as if you are really there, touching and kissing me, wanting to give me all the pleasure you can. One hand dips down, cupping my increasingly wet pussy, the fingers going up and down my slit and teasing my clit. I moan in pleasure as one finger slides easily into my juicy cunt. I ache for more as the finger moves in and out, but I keep it slow and steady, teasing myself, as I know you would.
| | | There were other people around, she knew that, but she couldn't help but cast covert glances at him. By the way his pants were getting tighter she knew he'd noticed her glances and were returning them in kind.
The elevator stopped at another floor, the 12th, and someone got off.
She sighed, thinking, "I hate having to go to the top floor, it always take so long. Hmm, wonder what floor he's on ..."
As the elevator stopped again and again, she lost herself in a delightfully nasty daydream where the young man with whom she'd been trading glances earlier hit the STOP button and ripped off her clothes, all the while nipping lightly at her neck, sending shivers throughout her body to her already erect nipples and the delicate skin between her thighs...
She was jerked back to reality when she felt a touch on her elbow.
"Sorry," it was the same young man her thoughts had been focused on, "I was wondering: do you work here? I've never seen you around and I'm sure I would've remembered such a ..." and here he looked her up and down, causing a flush to spread across her face," ... beautiful woman."
Licking her lips, she noticed that they were alone in the elevator as it crawled to the top -- floor 35, 36, 37 ... "Um, yes, I started last week, top floor ..." She was distracted by his creeping hand which was making it's way down her arm onto her hip.
| | | I had never been one for those online dating sites. Spam mail and pop-up add were the bane of my internet existence and they were the leading culprits. In addition, I'm still young, just twenty-two at the time and not in any hurry to get married or even necessarily enter a serious relationship. My roommate at the time, however, was a different story. Just graduating with a music education degree and being offered a job in the area, he decided to give it a try. A few weeks later he met a beautiful woman who he has since married. After his continues pushing and prodding for me to give it a try, I gave in and filled out a profile. At this point I should note that the chosen site was not one focused on sex, but rather that of developing relationships. For this reason, I filled the profile out completely honestly (probably a rarity on these sites). I even uploaded a few photos of myself playing the saxophone a local bar.
After completing all this I started to browse the local profiles. Now this site allowed you to "wink" to any of the other profiles for free; so I did this. I sent winks to about ten girls. These were girls that the site recommended I try to make contact with. One girl responded with a "wink" within the next day. Her screen name was Angeleyes. After looking at her profile again, I became extremely intrigued. She said she was 5'1 with an average build. Now I'm not a small guy; I'm 6'3 and have not weighed less then 200 since I was 17. I have, however, always had a thing for short, petit girls. She said she had brown hair and brown eyes. She also stated that she was a history grad student at the local university. Intelligence and the ability to hold a conversation have always been high on my list of requirements for a girl. Naturally, this made me very happy.
| | | Angela called my cell phone saying “My car is so dirty I am embarrassed to be seen in it. Why don’t I meet you at the car wash and you can wash both my car and your truck and at the same time.”
I told her “Fine I’m not busy, I can meet you there in about 10 minuets”.
I was a little suspicious. Angela usually takes no part in any upkeep on the vehicles, making me take them one at a time to the local self serve car wash. But if she was willing to help out I was all for it.
She met me in the Supper Suds driveway. Rolling down her window she said “I will pull into one of the bays. You pull into the next bay over.”
I watched as she took a bay in the middle. I pulled in the one next to it. Getting out of the truck I walked to the bay she was in.
My mind and body were jolted when I came around the corner and saw my beautiful wife standing there wearing the shortest black skirt I had ever seen her in.
The skirt, which must have been new, barely covered her nicely rounded ass. Her legs looked so incredible that it took me a moment to notice the skirt wasn’t all that was out of the ordinary. She was wearing one of my white tank top tee-shirts. As she turned to face me my eyes were riveted to her erect nipples their outline barely visible through the light weight material of her shirt.
Angela has beautiful tits. I have often tried to convince her that she should wear more reviling tops, letting more men get the enjoyment that comes from looking down a woman’s shirt. Despite my pleas, until today, she has always worn a bra when going out.
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