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Just A Taste (21 March 2009)

Naked and fresh out of the shower, smoothing my favorite Moringa Body Butter down my body. Over my neck and arms, giving special attention to my breasts and my very sensitive nipples, down my stomach; looking at myself in the mirror. I'm average height with a runners build and take pride in my muscular body as my hands move down. Fuck, your pussy looks hot! Looking at myself I couldn't help but giggle at my mental play on words, the Jordan Sparks song "no air, air" had me singing "no hair, hair." I had just finished my monthly touch up waxing. Smooth all over. I love that feeling and enjoy it as I stand there.

It was Friday night, I hadn't decided what I was going to do – stay home and read a book or stay home and watch my favorite program on TV. It didn't matter; both ideas would have me sitting comfortably on the couch, warm and snuggly, in my pajamas. My stray thoughts wander to earlier when I had called the photographer about setting up a time to take my picture. He wasn't in his office and I had gotten the machine. It isn't every day that something stops me in my tracks, something that makes the hair on the back of my neck slowly rise while shivers run down my spine. But there I was, phone in hand listening to this guy's message. There was something about his voice that captured me. Thinking of it has my heart racing. Looking at myself in the mirror as I stand in front of the sink…my vision starts to blur. I imagine the man behind the voice. He is perfect in my imagination; laughing when I want him to, grabbing me forcefully before I can see his face, wrapping his arms around me, I can feel his dick riding up the crack of my ass as he fits himself flat against the back of my body. My hands are now his hands as they glide over my smooth pussy. Working my pleasure spot as though I am racing to the finish. He knows how to touch me, he knows my secret need. Oh ya, this feels good. I'm too close, WAIT… STOP!! Eyes closed, still snuggled in his warm arms, I remove my hand and lean over onto the counter, trying to catch my breath. I know if I save it for later, maybe when I am cozy on the couch or lying on my bed, I can build it up again for an extra special treat. It was so close I almost couldn't stop. Damn that man's voice turns me on.

The phone ringing snaps me out of my daydream. I grab a towel and start to dry off my body as I let the answering machine take the call. "Oh…uh… hey, this is Matthew, the photographer. Sorry to be playing phone tag. Hey, um, ya, I would love to set up a time to take your photo. If you don't mind talking business at the bar, I'll be at The Wine Cellar around 6 p.m. Catch me there. I'll be wearing a white oxford, I'm a tall guy at 6', black hair, and I have small stars tattooed up the back of my neck, you can't miss me. I hope to see you there. If not, give me a call tomorrow and we can set up a time for Saturday."

Two Words (19 March 2009)

You were standing in the lobby, talking to a friend. I walked in, put my arm around you and gave a little hug to say hi without interrupting. Just your hand on the small of my back, fingertips touching my ass, was enough to make it hard to breathe. While he was talking, you leaned over and whispered just those two words, do it. I melted. I closed my eyes for a second, feeling that wave of heat travel through me. I took a deep breath and one of you suggested we go into the bar for a drink.

You gave my ass a little squeeze as I sat down, your fingers lightly, teasingly brushing across as you took them away. I could feel my pussy getting wetter from the warmth of your fingers on the inside of my thigh. I almost choked on my drink. My breathing became irregular. Your fingers moved higher up my leg.

You continued the conversation as if everything was perfectly normal. I was trying. But, you looked at me and mouthed those two words, do it. I lost my breath, and my mind. It felt like my eyes rolled back in my head, like my heart was about to explode from trying to keep still and quiet while coming.

I took a big drink and lit a cigarette. I sat there listening to you. It seemed like you were trying to use those two words as much as you could while you were talking. It was driving me crazy. You could tell, and it put a smile on your face that made my heart pound. The waitress brought another round of drinks. Before they were gone, you had me coming again. Your friend finished his drink and said his good-byes, after sharing a laugh about something the two of you had whispered about.

As you sat back down, you turned to say something to me. I couldn't help myself and kissed you. I told you it wasn't nice teasing me like that. You said I loved it and knew it. Then you whispered in my ear, asking me what tease? I had come and would again if you wanted. I agreed. We both knew I'd do anything you wanted. There's no way, reason or want for me to resist you.

Kate (17 March 2009)

Funny how things work out sometimes. A guy can try and try to hook up with a gal and nothing...then relax and mind your own business and it drops in your lap just like that.

This incident was like that, I was out at the beach with a few friends, one of those too damned hot days. So we were sitting in the shade afforded by some rocks, at least the sand wasn't burning our feet.

There was this little bleached blonde named Teri, I had spent about half the damn day hitting on her from every direction I could think of.

I was getting nowhere. She was hot, skinny waist with round butt cheeks, nice bust just right to fill out her bikini top and balance the package.

There was this one guy I knew, his name was Gordon. He was OK too look at, bit of a tummy on him, my size, 6' and around 200. Gordon is one of those guys who will ask to "Borrow" but his spelling of the word is "give." Top it off with a snarly superior attitude and you get the picture.

Yet he did have a date which was rare for our bunch, we nearly always just hit the beach and went to work on what was available.

On this day the pickings were slim, just Teri and 2 other gals there, for the 6 of us guys. Plus Gordon's date, she was just one point short of spectacular. A medium build brunette, I noticed her right off because when she took off her loose pullover, she had on a pair of baggy shorts and a halter top that looked like it was just about to fall off.

Of course that got my attention, being young and male and all.

The other two gals weren't anything that interested me, the one had a fanny that was bigger than mine, large lumpy legs, the other one was older and overly skinny, 35 or so.

So Teri, the blonde was the target for the day.

Like I said, I was getting nowhere, neither was any of the other guys. George, our resident "grab anything left over" guy had settled in on the chubby one, and Davy was yapping away with the older gal about cooking for God's sake.

First Adventure (15 March 2009)

On the way home in the taxi it was clear what was going to take place when they got home. Kate and Mark had been to their local night spot where they danced away the hours and drank to much beer.

In the taxi Marks hand was slowly ebbing its way up Kates inner thigh. (She only had on a tight mini skirt with a silky bra top on.) Kate looked up at the taxi driver and was aware that he was watching . Normally Kate would of smacked Marks hand away but after having a few to many beers she was finding herself turned on by the thought of having someone watching them.

Kate wriggled as Mark reached her pink lace knickers. He gentle caressed the outside of her knickers making her slightly moist around her cunt. The taxi driver kept looking into his mirror to try to get a clearer view.

Mark managed to get one of his long thick fingers inside her knickers. He gently started to flick her clit. He knew she liked this. He took his finger out and sucked at his fingers to make them wet and more able to enter her cunt.

Mark turned to face Kate and kissed her slowly on the mouth. In his eyes Kate could see that Mark was asking her for permission to go further. Mark was also aware that the taxi driver was watching them. Kate turned towards Mark and kissed him hard on the mouth and playfully bit his bottom lip. Mark placed his wet fingers inside her knickers and started to stroke her clit more. Gradually he went down further towards her cunt opening, were it was getting wetter. Kate opened her legs wider and touched his hand to guide him into her warm, sweet, wet cunt. His finger went in slowly and Kate whimpered. He moved his finger up and down in a gentle motion.

Kate put one of her fingers into her mouth. Mark watched as she started to slowly screw her finger wishing it was his cock instead. She placed her free hand onto his groin and began to rub it. She could feel that his cock was already hard underneath his trousers.

Kick Off (13 March 2009)

It was another exciting day of anticipated football games. I was invited to Bob's house to watch the games on his big screen television. Bob's spouse, Carol is always very supportive. She hangs around watching the games with a passive interest and eagerly supplies us with refreshments. Bob likes his women like he likes his television BIG. My only problem with Carol lingering in the area is that her sex appeal distracts my interest from the game. I'm not particularly proud of some of the thoughts I've had pertaining to Carol especially while Bob was sitting right in front of me.

On this day when I arrived, Carol was scantily dressed due to the unusually warm temperatures. I was mentally picturing her wearing just a helmet and preparing for me to tackle her onto the bed. The cleavage on her 40+ bosom was as obvious as the proverbial white elephant in the room. Those breasts had to be addressed to reduce the tension from occasionally being caught drooling over them. As long as the comments were tasteful both Bob and Carol would smile and life marched on.

The day's events proceeded without a flaw. Laughter, cheering, moans and groans hanging on every play. Carol passed out the beer, chips and assorted appetizers. Every time she bent over I mentally saw myself doing a victory dance. I don't know if it was my imagination or not but Carol seemed to be a little frisky this week. There was an increase in eye contact, touching and kissing between the couple. During halftime of game one, I walked into the kitchen and found Carol sliding her tongue into Bob's mouth. Bob was certainly into it by using both hands to squeeze as much of Carol's thick ass as he could handle. We all laughed it off and once again life marched on.

Between games 1 and 2, Carol related that she had to change her blouse due to spilling sauce on it. She returned wearing a halter top and braless. I couldn't tell if internally I was screaming louder or that halter top trying to keep those massive breasts under control. After glancing at her nipples poking through her flimsy top, I felt compelled to state for the record that I wasn't gay. I guess I must have said it in a comical way because they both laughed. Luckily, I was seated or they would have seen how conflicted; no, I honestly wasn't conflicted, I was clearly aroused.

Kim & I (11 March 2009)

Ever since I can remember, I loved being naked. As a little girl, I remember my mother chasing me around the house trying to put clothes on me. It never bothered me to be without clothes, even in front of people other than my mother and father. Whenever they had company, it was always a struggle to keep me dressed. I would eventually strip down to nothing and parade around the house, no matter who was there. I suppose when you're four it's cute, but at sixteen It became a problem, so I try and keep my clothes on for those special occasions. Of course, I still shed my clothes whenever possible. I have a good body, so why shouldn't I show it after all? I know it's a little weird, but I just can't stand clothes! I love the freeing feeling of being naked wherever & whenever I can.

Now that I'm eighteen, and ever since I went through puberty, I find myself becoming more daring as to the when and where. The thrill of being caught with my pants down, or off, gets me excited beyond belief. I have never been caught, but there's been some close calls. Like the time in school I cut class and sneaked into the boys bathroom. I stripped down and waited until the bell rang to get dressed. Knowing that someone, especially a boy from my school, could walk in at any second and find me totally naked thrilled me to no end. I left my underwear and bra draped over a sink, and slipped out into the crowded hallway just before a group of boys flew into the bathroom. I still think they may have seen me leave, and I know they found my underwear, but no one ever said anything. I spent the rest of the day rubbing my excited pussy through my skirt in class, and since then I've given up wearing underwear at all.

I still have never had a steady boyfriend, and I'm still a virgin. All by choice. It's not that I don't like boys, but I know I wouldn't be able to completely trust one of them enough to confide my secrets to them, and until that happens I'm really not interested.

Kim is my best friend, and the only person who knows about my "habits". Kim is very pretty, but also very shy, except when she's with me. She had a few boyfriends before, and has slept with one guy, but she told me it was very quick and it made her feel like she was just being used, and that the threat of getting pregnant just made the whole experience not worth it. We both have decided that sex, at least with boys, can wait.

Train Ride (09 March 2009)

It was an autumn evening and Katya walked along the train platform to the end; Mark was waiting for her. She smiled when she saw him and kissed his lips softly, looking into his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist clothed in a white silk shirt as she ran her hands round, inside his suit jacket.

"How was your day gorgeous?"

"Better for seeing you! I've been thinking about you all day..."

"Oh really? What about me?"

"What I'm going to do to you when we get home," Katya responded with a wicked glint in her eye.

It was true; Katya had spent most of the day at her desk daydreaming about that evening. For some inexplicable reason she had been very horny recently and intended to make the most of it. She'd been sending Mark provocative texts all day, to which he'd responded with just as much vigour.

Five minutes late, the train finally rolled into the station. It was rush hour and Katya and Mark managed to find a wall to squeeze themselves into amongst the rest of the commuters. Mark turned around so that he was face-to-face with Katya and kissed his lips. He gazed at her long dark hair, falling into natural waves around her soft face with those full lips he loved kissing so much. He felt himself become aroused as he looked at her top, suddenly realising that it was completely translucent. He could see the outline of the flimsy white lace that made up her bra and did a very poor job of supporting her breasts because they looked, to him, as though they were about to burst out of her top. His eyes scanned down the rest of her body to the flowing black skirt that ended at her knees and her nylon tights, down to her feet clad in entirely impractical shoes that seemed to be all 'tiny little heel'. He moved a little closer, unnecessarily, so that Katya could feel his growing cock against her thigh. She looked up, catching his eye and grinned. She rested her hand against his chest and felt for his nipple, giving it a little tweak. Mark moved his hand against her crotch area and applied pressure. Katya opened her eyes wide in protest, but as Mark pushed harder she melted into his touch, angling her body so she could feel the tips of his fingers more intensely. Slowly he began to rub her clit through the material of her skirt as Katya did her best to act normal. Fortunately they packed in like sardines and no one noticed their illicit movements.

Going to the Dance (07 March 2009)

"What's on your schedule this week?" Kathy asked her husband Mark.

He looked up from the morning paper and said, "Nothing special. Why?"

"It's my turn in the barrel again. I have to chaperone the Spring Dance and I was wondering if you would like to go with me."

"Yeah, right! You know how I feel about those things. I still don't understand why you have to do it. You baby sit those snot noses all day, five days a week. You shouldn't have to do it at night too. The parents should be the ones doing that. Let them set up a rotation and chaperone their own kids."

"You know why I have to be there. It is a school sponsored activity and there are liability issues. The school has to have representatives there and who better than those who know the kids bet - the people who, as you put it, baby sit them every day. Besides, I only have to do it a couple of times a year and it wouldn't kill you to go with me. We could have a couple of dances together. We haven't done that in quite a while."

"So I'll take you out dancing on Saturday, but I'm not going to spend my time watching a bunch of teenagers who will do everything they can to get away with whatever they can. It isn't my job to try and keep them out of trouble."

"Why do you talk about them that way? You were a kid once."

"Let it go Kathy, I'm just not interested."

Kathleen Goes Commando (05 March 2009)

They had been good friends for some time, co-workers for longer. She was attractive, young, beautiful, but a bit to dedicated to her career for a boyfriend. He was the same, but to busy at work for a girlfriend. So they hung out, almost like a couple, but always keeping it light. They new they were attracted to each other, but had promised for now to just be the friends they enjoyed in each other.

That all changed one afternoon. Kathleen decided she wanted to play a little, test Joel's sexual patience. She had plans to go out that afternoon and get some new clothes, specifically some new lingerie and wanted a companion. Joel didn't know what she had planned, but he sure would enjoy it.

He picked her up at her place and they headed to the mall. She was dressed unassumingly in a pair low rise jeans, and a loose fitting halter top. No panties! They walked through a few stores before she was able to coax him into Victoria's Secret. Joel was a bit reluctant as all guys are, but also confused. Should not want to think of Kathleen in the sexy things she could buy in there, almost sisterly as he had always thought of her or if he should just go in for some fun and fantasize as he liked to do about his sexy "friend". He decided to go in and see how it went. They were just friends.

Kathleen decided to make him squirm right away and picked up the first thong she saw and asked him what he thought. Dropped jawed he mentioned something but he wasn't quiet sure what. A white sheer bra was next. "No, maybe in black?" holding it up in front of her. He didn't know what to think. She found a lacy set next, and asked him to help her find her size. He was spellbound. 34C, each bra he touched his mind went one notch from "friend" to thoughts of how hot she might look in that 34C white lace bra and matching thong. 34C he had always thought her breasts were just right, wow, they were. Big, but not to big, small but not small. He imagined what they might look like.

Several items later, Kathleen headed for the dressing room. Joel found a nearby chair and hoped his heart might stop racing. No luck, he could see her bare legs through the bottom of the door, and could see her slide each thong on and off. He could feel sweat on his forehead and a nervousness come over him. He saw her take off the last thong she had brought in with her and pull on her jeans. She came out and said she liked all but the last set and was going to get the rest. Joel felt a bit risky as he asked her which one was the sexiest. She held up the first, the lacy white one.

The Reward (03 March 2009)

It was easy. All I did was answer the ad and make the phone call. Within two days I was there, actually doing it. Of course I was nervous, but I kept that to myself. It was exactly as I thought it would be and at the end of it all, I felt okay with what I did.

They told me to be natural, be myself, so I did. It was an apartment on the other side of town. It was mid summer so I just wore a skirt and midriff top over my underwear. I knew that I had to strip, because that was what they wanted, if they accepted me I thought.

I rang the doorbell and this guy answered. He was in his thirties and pretty good-looking. He asked me in and all it seemed was a normal dwelling apartment, nothing different. Of course I expected some kind of studio set up. In a way it was better the way it was because it made me feel more relaxed.

In the living room there was this younger guy sitting in an armchair playing around with his camera. I knew he had to be the photographer and he seemed less friendlier than the older guy, more interested in his camera than me, but I was fine with that. He was cute but not as good looking as the other, who offered me coffee brought in on a tray with real cream and sugar.

"Sit down. Tell us about yourself Kate. I take it Kate is your real name?" the older guy asked. My name was real and I wondered if some models actually gave false or made up names in this game? I told him it was real and he was cool with that. Then I told him my age, adding two years and what I did, which was real too. I was a store clerk and for a first job ever I was happy with that but wished for a better future, obviously.

"Well, Kate. You know why you're here this morning?" he asked. I knew exactly why I was there. I told him I had heard of these interviews before and what I had to do. He smiled and scratched his head. "Well, atleast you understand what we want from you." He said, pouring my coffee. "Sometimes the young ladies expect different things or either they change their minds on a second thought." He handed me the cup and saucer. "Somehow I knew you'd be more understanding of this business."

Keyhole (01 March 2009)

I used to live in a flat where my bedroom adjoined another bedroom with a door. I think the rooms were originally designed as living or dining rooms, rather than bedrooms. My flatmate Kate lived in the adjoining room. She was gorgeous - a slim athletic figure, pretty face, shoulder length blonde hair. I fancied her, although she was not really my type.

Kate and I always kept the adjoining door shut; we had no reason to be in each other's bedrooms. For ages it never even occurred to me to try looking through the keyhole, but one time I was at home studying and heard Kate come home from work, run into her room and start getting undressed. The sounds were quite obvious, and I realised she was getting changed to go out to the gym. The thought occurred to me that if I looked through the keyhole I could see my gorgeous flatmate in a state of undress.

I moved slowly so as not to make any noise, so by the time I got there I missed the real show. Kate had already changed her top, and was pulling on a pair of shorts. Kate had very light blonde hair, but I could see through her lacy knickers that she had a full bush of dark pubic hair. It looked almost black. I decided that looking through the keyhole might be worth pursuing to actually get to see her naked.

Next morning I got out of bed when I heard Kate going for her shower, and crept up to the keyhole to watch her when she came back into her room to get dressed. My heart was racing as she came into the room with a towel wrapped around her. I had to try hard to control my breathing.

Kate lowered the towel, and retied it around her waist. God her breasts were beautiful. Small, but full and round. She had large pink nipples which tilted upwards, and were still hard from the rubbing of the towel. My cock was hard too, and I reached down to squeeze the tip.

Kate pulled on a white lacy bra hiding her tits from my view, and then walked to the other side of the room, out of sight of the keyhole. I heard the towel drop to the floor, and thought I would probably not get to see her pussy. Then suddenly she walked back into view, still wearing nothing but her bra. She reached into a drawer, pulled out a pair of pink cotton knickers, and then … yes! … she turned towards me to put them on!

Just A Scene (27 February 2009)

They met at the restaurant one night for dinner..

He had plans for her tonight. He was going to make her lose all control tonight. It was his mission to make her cum in public. Something he knew she always wanted. How did he know? Well about two months ago he was cleaning up and found her diary. He knew it was wrong to read it but the urge was too great. So he opened it and plopped down on the couch and started to read. There it was.. in her own writing, her deep feelings of sexual desire.. To do things in public. To have sex out in the mists of humanity. He could feel his own body react to her written words. An evil wicked grin came to his lips as he began to plan what he was going to do next..

The night began with him picking his lovely wife up at the house after he got off work. He came in and walked to their bedroom and saw her sitting at the vanity putting on a pair of stud type earrings. He stood there looking at her. He smiled. She was as beautiful as when he first met her oh so many years ago. He leaned on the door frame of their bedroom door, and crossed his arms over his Armani suit.

"Well Well, if its not my lover..You know my wife’s around here somewhere, the old crone." He smiled and laughed.

"Yes well you better do something with me before the old hag gets bag" she answered. They had this lil game of saying they had lovers.. and what not. But the truth was he and she were totally devoted to each other. He went to her and took her hand and pulled her to him and kissed her neck and then her ear, slowly he kissed her lips. She was the kind of woman who did not wear a lot of make up if any at all. She let out a soft sigh as her eyes drifted closed for a brief moment.

"MMMMMM you taste wonderful" he almost growled with a animal like tone. That in itself made her shiver. Then all of a sudden he stopped and took her by the hand and off they went to have dinner. The whole way there, as they drove he held her hand. He loved his wife so much that he wanted to give her, her deepest desire. And he was dammed sure gonna try his hardest tonight to do that come hell or high water.

Just A Phone Call (25 February 2009)

He was an exhibitionist... and voyeur. She was a voyeur, though she didn't know it yet. It would be the first of many things he'd teach her.

She found him by chance, out of boredom, while surfing the sex website she had just joined due to dissatisfaction in her own bedroom. She had looked at others that day, musing how males being watched only get a few viewers while females, even if not doing anything, rack up numbers hard to believe.

She watched him for just a bit but there was something about the way he stayed hard, even when he wasn't touching, that made her stay longer than she intended. It also made her wonder what his face looked like had she been on top of him. He was well endowed and had a chest full of hair but kept his face hidden. By the time she was finished watching that day, she had memorized every visible inch of his body and it was he whom she saw in her mind's eye when she came.

It began slowly. She'd log on and immediately tune to the people on cam. She'd only watch if he was on. At times she stayed for hours, he had amazing staying power when teasing the viewers, but she never watched him cum.

He noticed her frequent visits but never said a word. He'd taken a look at her stats but didn't speak to her ever though he got a twinge of excitement whenever he noticed her among the viewers. It was intriguing at first and it was just impulse that made him decide to actually speak to her one day after about a week of being watched. He approached her and they progressed.

After exchanging off-site information, he invited her to watch one day and she did but only until she had to cum, until she couldn't stop herself from touching. She excused herself and left before he could answer her. The next time they saw each other online, he asked why she left so hastily and they tried it again. This time she stayed longer but still, she didn't stay to see him cum. He began to wonder if he had done something wrong. She wasn't like other watchers he'd interacted on IM with. She offered very little encouragement and didn't feed his imagination like other women did. For some reason, he kept starting IMs with her.

Just a Massage (23 February 2009)

I’m 26, a reasonably good-looking guy, but a little shy around women. I had a lot more active social life whAile I was in college, but just have a difficult time meeting women recently--haven’t had a girlfriend for a few months. Lately, I’ve taken to getting massages. These are ‘legit’ massages, but getting touched while I’m naked in front of an attractive woman provides a bit of a thrill. Lately, I’ve been using the same masseuse, Lisa, each week. She’s about 20 years old, 5’ 6”, shoulder length blonde hair, and I swear the perkiest breasts I’ve ever seen. Since it’s summer now, she typically shows up in just a flimsy t-shirt and tight jeans. There’d been no ‘extras’ going on, but things have started to change.

I’ve always had the occasional hard-on during our sessions but probably nothing that she doesn’t see all the time. A month ago, however, I started pushing the limits. Lisa always comes at my apartment. We’d worked out a routine where she goes to the bathroom to wash up and I get undressed and under the sheets she’s laid out. This time, I started to get undressed while she was still arranging the sheets. We’d built up some rapport, and I like her, so I was genuinely afraid of offending but I wanted to be naked in front of her. So I first took off my polo shirt slowly. This didn’t seem to bother her and we continued to chat while she was setting up and I was undressing. Now I’m down to just my underwear. She’s done with the sheets and could easily leave the room. Okay, so I drop them and I’m completely naked in front of her, with my cock coming to attention. It was like being back in high school and trying to control myself--I didn’t want to scare her. Even though she’d massaged me a few times already, I’d always been ‘draped’, as they say. But here I was, exposing myself to this impossibly cute girl-next-door. She didn’t seem to mind though, lifted up the top sheet and said ‘Okay, there you go’ with just a hint of a smile. The rest of the massage went as usual.

The following week, I wanted to get a bit further. I had been naked but how could I stay naked during the massage? Well, as luck would have it, it was well over 90 degrees. A small adjustment to the thermostat and it was out of commission. My apartment was sweltering for Lisa’s arrival. I explained that that the AC wasn’t working and we both complained about the heat a bit--that would set the stage for my plan. Well, we went through the same routine with my undressing while she was setting up and then getting under the sheet. I was covered while she washed up in the bathroom.

A Flirting Wife and a Few Drinks (16 December 2008)

It was almost 8pm one warm Tuesday evening in autumn and my wife Annie and I were expecting a casual friend to call in for a drink after dinner. A younger man than me, Tom was no pin up but, as Annie had confided, women found him attractive with his piercing blue eyes and lithe figure.

As luck would have it Annie had been held up after work with a farewell for a colleague. A glass or two of champagne at the office had become a bottle or two at the pub and Annie had rushed home with seven minutes to spare before Tom was due to arrive.

A fit 39 year old, Annie always dressed well for work and there seemed no reason to change. I was busily preparing the drinks and nibbles and hardly noticed that she had slipped on a loose fitting open necked sweater and her sexy little poolside hostess skirt.

She smiled happily and kissed me. "Hi Darling. I'm sorry I'm late. The girls and I had a few extras at the pub to see Janie off. I didn't have time to eat."

I could see that in her eyes. We sometimes substituted Friday night meals with a session at the pub and she usually became amorous and flirtatious. Friday night was usually a good time to be married to Annie.

She dashed outside and switched on the spa, (which explained the skirt), and as she came back in Tom arrived, the mandatory bottle of bubbly in his hand.

A Dream Opportunity (14 December 2008)

This happened a number of years ago. I was on holiday in Ireland with my wife and our young child. I'd always fancied trying windsurfing so, with my wife's agreement, I booked a day's lesson at a watersports centre.

My wife dropped me off there in the morning and arranged to pick me up at the end of the day.

I had with me a pair of swim trunks, a towel and a packed lunch. Everything else was provided by the watersports centre.

When I arrived and booked in I was provided with a wetsuit and directed to the male changing room. It seemed mine was the only 'day' booking, the remainder of those taking part in the day's lesson were resident at the centre. They were a mix of ages, families, couples and singles -- about a dozen of us in all.

Nothing eventful happened during the lesson (except that I fell over a lot!).

At the end of the lesson we returned to the centre and, after helping to store away the equipment, the others went off to their accommodation to shower and change and I was directed back to the male changing room, through a door directly from the outside of the building. As the only day visitor, I had the changing room to myself. On entering, I noticed that the internal door from the reception area into the changing room, by which I had entered in the morning, had been left open. However, as I had left my clothes hung on a side of the room out of the line of sight from the door, this did not concern me.

I peeled off the wetsuit that I had been loaned for the day and then removed my trunks. I looked around for the showers and realised that to reach the entrance to the shower room I would have to walk across the line of sight from the open door. I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked across to the shower room.

A Double Fantasy Realised (12 December 2008)

As she finished the story, Karen sat back and looked at the screen of her computer. She could feel her heart beating fast. Often, in the late afternoon when she was at home and alone, she would visit her favourite site and check out any new erotic stories that had been posted. Some made her giggle like a schoolgirl, some she found frankly disgusting, but the one she had just finished had left her in a state of sexual agitation. Her fingers still shook slightly and her full red lips felt dry.

When the character in the story had encouraged her husband to make love to her in the woods, Karen had immediately identified with her. It was not that Karen's love life was in any way dull; it wasn't. Her husband David was a good and considerate lover, but there was something about making out in a public place that sent a shiver down her spine and stiffened the nipples that were now standing out proudly from her large firm breasts. She closed her eyes and lightly ran her fingers over the swollen buds, imagining herself in the scenario that she had just read.

Her breasts had always been sensitive, but now they seemed charged with electricity as they throbbed gently under her touch causing Karen to moan quietly to herself. The thought struck her quickly: why shouldn't she? David was always interested in trying something new. She was sure she could persuade him to take her outside and make love to her. She looked outside, the afternoon sun was just disappearing and the temperature must now have dropped to an acceptable, if balmy level. She made her decision. She would persuade her husband to indulge her fantasy tonight!

David arrived home from work at his usual time of just after 6pm. As soon as he was inside the door, Karen ran from the kitchen towards him and flung her arms around his neck. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining in a wet dance.

"Wow! I've only been away for a day, babe," said David breathlessly as they eventually broke the kiss. "You must have really missed me!"

"I missed this!" replied Karen with a giggle, gently squeezing her husbands crotch.

A Diversion (10 December 2008)

“Sit in the chair and watch while we get started,” rasped Charles in an agitated, nervy voice. Monica complied silently, lost for words. An hour ago she had not even met Charles and Helen. Lost for entertainment while passing through a new and strange city Monica had drifted into the bar of her overnight hotel to enjoy a quiet drink or perhaps some other diversion.

She had been immediately attracted to the aggressive sexiness of the couple she now knew as Charles and Helen. A few drinks later the invitation to join them upstairs in their room had been easy to accept.

After settling in with a glass of champagne each from the hotel mini bar, the atmosphere was electric.

Helen, who had not said much since being introduced, met Monica's gaze from the other side of the bed.

“Want to watch Charles undress me?”

“Uh, uh,” smiled Monica, the realisation of what she might be in for, becoming far more than a long held fantasy.

Charles stood behind Helen with as much aplomb as he could muster in his shaking hands, and slid the long zip at the back of the shapeless dress to its extremity, then pushed the dress forwards off her shoulders. As it slid slowly to the floor Helen raised her arms akimbo and moved her legs apart in almost the same movement.

By now Monica could not take her eyes off Helen. She had not imagined that such a shapeless dress could hide such a voluptuous body.

A Diva Experience (08 December 2008)

This is an attempt to set the tone or the situation and how it arrived to be a story that seems or wants to be told. It was the late summer days the heat had risen to unbearable limits, his air conditioner the wind was not blowing, sitting in uncomfortable conditions this man in his fifties decided to dress and go out to an air conditioned environment to find temporary relief. Leaving his rural community and heading for the city south of him about an hour and a half drive away, coming upon construction and detours ended up in an industrial area, one large neon sign flashing a pink word Diva's, and in the window a computer generated sign air conditioned for your comfort.

Pulling into the parking lot seeing a few cars angle parked he slid his Honda quietly into a spot and checked to make sure all the doors and window were up and locked. Sliding his five foot nine inch frame out into the sweltering heat he hurried across the parking lot as not to let lakes of perspiration mark the pits under the arms of his blue dress shirt. Greeted at the door by a large burly looking man with a ponytail, the bouncer ushers him inside and places him at a table but ten feet from a stage.

The coolness of the air condition immediately brought a comfort level that he had not felt for a few days. A waitress approached dressed in normal street clothes nothing elaborate and took my order. The music was a steady rhythmic beat not overly loud when all of a sudden a males voice announced a name and onto the stage before me strutted a lovely young lady dressed in nearly nothing. The patterned top holding back her swaying breasts as she strutted around the stage in what would be considered a dance routine. Her matching bottoms barely covering anything but her womanhood. The bare skin exposed and the cool air mixed showed the hardness of her nipples pressing against the light fabric holding them back.

Nothing exposed during the first song, just a warm up he guessed for even as a youngster he had never before been in a gentleman's club. During the second song off came the top the breast swaying and swinging for all to be hypnotized by their pendulum swing to the beat of the music, and her hands constantly going to the nubs twisting and rubbing to make sure they poked out. Half way through the song off came the bottoms and there naked on stage stood the dancer slowly moving towards the pole which she grabbed and shimmied up and the swung around like a swing opening and closing her thighs flashing her gash to the audience for barely a blink of an eye.

A Dinner Date (06 December 2008)

I opened your door and took your hand to help you from the car. We had chosen an Italian restaurant to celebrate the anniversary of our first meeting. We celebrate this day every year with a new fantasy, something we have talked about and planned, a new way to give the other pleasure.

I ordered a bottle of white wine something smooth and sweet, to match my feelings for you. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have come to know you and to love you. You are everything I had ever dreamed about. The perfect woman for me. I smiled at you across the table and there was a twinkle in your eye as you thought about what the evening would bring. As we sipped our wine and talked of our love for each other, all the good times we had shared, all the adventures, all the wonderful sex.

We laughed over the time we were having sex in the ocean and a little boy came up and asked what we were doing. I laughed until tears came into my eyes when you recalled the time in the woods, when you were on top of me moaning your eyes closed, riding me begging me to fuck you and you opened your eyes to see a group of boy scouts taking pictures and giggling. You were so overcome with lust that you couldn't stop and exploded all over me while the cameras flashed. God we have a good time together. Have I told you yet today that I love everything about you. "Everything you ask" a mischievous smile on your face. "Everything" I say grinning.

You take off your high heels and lift your foot onto my lap and you toy with my cock through my pants. You lean over take my hand and say, "Sweetheart, I love to fuck you. And tonight I have something special in store for you." My cock hardens as much from your words as from your foot.

"You are getting hard, do you want me to suck you?"

A Different View (04 December 2008)

My wife's friend Sandy was staying with us for ten days that promised to be pure hell for me. Her husband was in Canada on a business trip and she decided it would be a great time to visit my wife. At first I had agreed to her visit I thought would only be for the weekend. My mood had quickly darkened when shortly after her arrival and much to the delight of my wife, she announced her intentions of staying the full week and a half her husband would be gone. As I said, my wife was delighted, I was pissed.

Sandy is a well taken care of woman. Tall with long dark hair, at thirty three she is a stunningly beautiful woman, yet, in my opinion, a pretentious self serving bitch that married a much older man for obvious reasons. She was, however, one of my wife's best friends so I knew I would have to grin and bear it for the time being. The only pleasure I thought I would get out of this visit was the admiration of her sexy body if they decided to sun by the pool the coming weekend. My wife and I both worked long hours and our weekends were generally spent being lazy as possible, especially in the summer. As much as I disliked her friend, the male in me was looking forward to seeing her long legs and ample breasts in a bathing suit. My view of Sandy and any thoughts of her being a prude were soon to change shortly after her arrival.

Both of my afternoon meetings were canceled Thursday leaving me with little to do the rest of the day. I thought about taking care of other business in town but, after staying up half of Wednesday night with Kelley and Sandy, an afternoon nap would be great. I drove home and walked into our home. Peering though the French doors that led to the deck and pool, I saw Sandy lying out by the pool sipping on a fruity looking drink that was probably full of my good vodka. This was the first time I had had a chance to see her in a bikini since she had arrived and I contemplated slipping on my swim trunks and joining her as I loosened up my tie and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I removed my shirt and looked down from the bedroom window. My view of Sandy was much better here than from downstairs. Here I was able to see her from just a slight angle and straight down.

A Different Point of View (29 November 2008)

The warm sun caressed his back as he finished lunch at the picnic table. Trudi was already up and putting things away and he was enjoying watching her as she did it. Her breasts gently bouncing, her sexy hips swayed as she moved, her long hair moving in counterpoint to her hips. He felt a stir in his pants and he considered just exactly what kind of dessert he would like to have as he watched her. He looked around. If that deputy napping in the patrol car would leave he could have exactly the kind of dessert he really wanted.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked as she sat back down at the picnic table.

"Dessert"

"Oh, I see. I didn't pack a dessert for us."

"I think I could find a dessert that we would both enjoy without leaving this spot." He smiled at her and reached across the table and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. "I know those would make a wonderful dessert for me."

"But what about my dessert?" she asked, smiling coyly.

"I'm sure we can find something for you too." He slipped his shoes off and slid his feet across the ground until one was on either side of her sandal. With a deft move of his feet he slipped her foot out of her sandal. He brought one foot behind her calf and raised her leg. He slid one hand under the table and gripped her foot in his hand and guided it to the growing bulge in his pants. "I bet you would like this for dessert."

A Different Kind of Marriage (27 November 2008)

Janet Taylor looked up at her impressive three storey house as the taxi pulled up in front. It always pleased her to see the home that she shared with her husband, Barry. A lot of work had gone into the renovations over that last few years and, although most of it had been a pain, she had to admit that the end result justified all the hard work.

She sighed quietly as she opened the rear door of the car and prepared to help her husband out and into his wheelchair. The accident that had left Barry almost permanently crippled had happened almost three years ago and in that time he had turned into an obese sloth criticising almost every move that Janet made. He had made her life a living hell; allowing her only to go out when completely necessary and then questioning her about her whereabouts on her return. But Janet had been clever. A close circle of female friends had provided her with an alibi on several occasions and that had allowed her maintain intimate contact with her lover, Alan. Alan was wonderful. He treated her like a lady. Sex with him was amazing - if a little rough on occasions - but Janet had come to realise that she liked it that way.

The only problem was that Barry had somehow found out about her adultery. At first, Janet had thought - hoped - that he would demand a divorce, but she now realised that that was too much to expect; he depended on her for too much around the house. Instead, Barry had embarked on a further campaign of mental cruelty that had taken Janet to the edge of despair. But today, Janet Taylor thought with a sly smile, was going to be different. Today her husband was in for the surprise of his pathetic life!

Still smiling, Janet enlisted the help of the taxi driver and began to push her husband's chair up the specially designed ramp and into the house. She thanked the driver and tipped him well closing the door behind him. For a moment she stood silently in the hall and listened. She could hear no sound other than the tyres of Barry's wheelchair as he maneourvered himself into the downstairs bedroom where he now spent most of his time.

A Demonstration (25 November 2008)

"I can't imagine you two doing it," said Taz.

She'd said it many times over the years.

Taz and my wife had been friends since they were teenagers. Not that they were from the same school or neighborhood -- far from it. Nichole (Nicky) was a smart, sheltered Harlem girl, who graduated from high-school two years early with all her teeth and no children.

Taz was a wise-ass lesbian Jersey Jew. When she turned 16, she got the hell out of her house. (I did something similar, except for the lesbian part.)

'I can't imagine you two doing it."

They met at work. Both girls were smart and hardworking, and always had some money. Taz, although several years younger, seduced Nicky. She was a force of nature.

Nicky had fooled around a bit with girls, but this was more than that. It is not generally known. It was hot but brief, and they stayed best friends. I never asked for details. I didn't meet them for ten years.

As a hetero white guy, in New York I am normal. Anywhere else, I'm a real oddball, but in NY i'm normal, so here I can relax. This made me peculiar enough to amuse Taz, so we got along fine; she's our daughter's godmother.

"I can't imagine you two doing it."

She didn't start saying it 'til after we were married, thank god. But then she said it rather often over the years.

A Deep Sleep (23 November 2008)

Even with the window open to the night air and the fan blowing earnestly the temperature stayed just above uncomfortable. He watched he come in and lay down on the bed fresh from the shower, hair still wrapped in her towel. His eyes washed over her lazily with jealousy. He wanted her clean, cool skin to take the final edge from the heat in the room. Even though she what was coming she pretended to be unwitting until he touched her. He traced lightly over her thighs in an unstable pattern of small circles and long lines. She looked across the room thoughtlessly as she spread her lags for him.

"No, I want you on all fours bitch," he said easily.

It came across her ears hard. As she turned over her face soured as soon as she was sure he couldn't see it. Normally this didn't bother her, it was usually one of the things she looked forward too, but tonight...

He liked his thumb and ran it over the head of his cock and pushed through her. It was like squeezing through velvet drapes. It was soft, but dry. He pushed right through to the hilt as she drew a short breath with an edge to it. The edge at least cut away the frown and gave way to a little smile. And he stayed there to wait for the juices to start flowing around him. He drifted for a moment thinking it was like sticking his finger in the mud and waiting for the water to well up before pulling back.

It felt good enough to her. He was by no means an exceptionally gifted man, but when it was inside her it felt like the biggest cock in the world and that's all that really mattered to her. She tightened around it and minutely adjusted it just as he started to pull out. The ridges of his dick collecting her fluids and bathing the outside of her womanhood.

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