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A Get-Together in the Youth Hostel (03 July 2008)

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.

A Fun Night (01 July 2008)

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.

A Friend by the Door (29 June 2008)

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.

A Free Show (27 June 2008)

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.

A Fly on the Wall (25 June 2008)

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?

REVENGE IS SWEET (21 June 2008)

"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!!!

A Fissure in the Ice (19 June 2008)

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.

A First Experience Of Exhibitionism (17 June 2008)

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.

A Fine Romance (15 June 2008)

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.

A Fine Mess (13 June 2008)

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.

A Fantasy of Your Return (11 June 2008)

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.

A Fantasy Fulfilled (09 June 2008)

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.

A Downtown Empty Lot (07 June 2008)

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.

Car Wash Fun (05 June 2008)

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.

Car Trip (03 June 2008)

We're in the car on the way somewhere. The roads are quiet and I'm talking to you to make sure you stay awake. As we get about halfway there, you decide it's time for a "rest". We'd been discussing what I have planned for you when we get where we're going. I hadn't noticed how horny the conversation we'd been having had gotten you. You seem to know just the right spot to pull off.

The spot you've picked is lit up yet we're unlikely to be seen. You stop the car, turn and look at me. You pull me close, just holding me in your arms before pulling back and kissing me passionately. Your hands run down my back and sides. Down.... down... until you get to that handle for the seat, knocking it right back as far as it will go, almost laying me on my back. Still kissing me, you slide yourself over so that you're laying at my side. Well, as much as we can whilst in the car. Again, you let your hands roam over my body, teasing my nipples and clit through my clothes. You start to undo my trousers but I stop you.

Somehow, we move around so that you're now underneath me and I'm now able to partially undress you. I start to undo your trousers. You lift your hips so I can pull your trousers down, revealing your cock in all its glory. I move myself over so I'm sitting more in the drivers seat. I return to kissing you and my hands return to your chest, lifting your top up and off, leaving you almost naked.

I begin to kiss my way down your chest to your belly button and lower. Kissing your cock, taking the head in my mouth, licking softly round it as I use my hand to wank you. At the same time, I slowly suck and lick, building up speed and taking more and more into my mouth. Taking you in and out, working up and down, as I continue to suck and wank you right there in the car. You move your hips in time with my movements on your cock. I'm bringing you close to cumming yet I give no signs of stopping. You ask if I'm sure but I just carry on, not stopping to answer you. Letting the saltiness slide down my throat. Swallowing your delicious cream right down!

Car Park Adventure (01 June 2008)

Lizzie and I have always been quite interested in exhibitionism and have tried sex in some very public places, some of which maybe we will tell you more about in other stories...

This story involves an experience that we had recently that has kept us horny ever since it happened!

We live in a town that is quite close to a large nature reserve type parkland. Throughout this large parkland there are many little car parks just off the main road that are used by people taking their dogs out for a walk or going for picnics etc. We were driving through this area the other evening and were both feeling quite frisky, and were too impatient to drive for another half an hour to get home, so we decided to pull over in a little car park next to the road for some fun.

We pulled over and parked the car in the far corner of the car park, the car park was quite small & open plan - there must have been space for about 20 cars. When we parked up there were about 3 or 4 other cars parked around the car park, some of them empty, but some cars had single men sat in them. We thought nothing of this and parked our car in the quietest part of the car park and couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was late evening at this point, the sun had set but it was still light enough to be able to see without any lights. Our hands started roaming over each other’s bodies as our tongues explored each other’s mouths, steam had started to build up on the car windows already!

Car Park (30 May 2008)

Nightime. London.

It's raining. Dark, warm, heavy rain.

It bounces off the bonnet of the car and sparkles in the refracted light of the night.

You can see your shadow cast down in front of you. It makes you seem thirty feet tall. The headlights are bright and powerful, your eclipsing of them sudden and sharp, blurred only where your shadow falls across the ripples and puddles of the soaked concrete ground. You are wearing a summer dress. I insisted. The weather dictated it. Warm, almost tropically balmy, but promising rain.

The dress clings to you. You may as well be naked. Through the drenched material your breasts, nipples and the triangle of your cunt are as pronounced as if you wore nothing. Your hair is slick to your head and face, mascara stains your cheeks with black tears. On your feet, expensive and delicate high heels, incongruous in the dereliction of your surroundings.

The horn beeps and you turn around. Aware of how the noise at this hour could attract attention. Facing the car the headlights blind you, behind them, the windscreen and me hidden.

You pull your dress up to your waist. Doing just as you were told. The rain has soaked you to the skin and even though it's a warm night your thighs and stomach are textured with goosepimples.

You look up, shielding your eyes with your hand, trying to peer through the glare. Suddenly paranoid. Is it still me in the car? Who else could be watching? You look around the car park. It's almost empty, just a few rusting vans and cars litter the place. Industrial units, some with lights still on, circle the wide open space of the car park.

Cape Town Getaway (28 May 2008)

My name is Candice. Having just finished school, I was really yearning for a break from the routine of studies and rules that had been part of my life for the last 12 years. The only thing I’ll really miss is my athletic career at school. I was the high jump team captain, and was also on the netball team. ( I’m 5’10”) I love sports, and find it more exciting to stay in shape that way, than spending hours in the gym, lifting boring weights or doing super circuits. I also love swimming, and as a result, I can proudly say that I have a lean, well toned body. My hair is light browny blonde, to just above my shoulders.

As I said, I was dying to get a change of scenery, so when my best friend Clara suggested that I join her at her parents home in Cape Town for the holidays, I just couldn’t say no. Clara Müller and her family moved to South Africa a year and a half ago, from Germany. Her father, Gunther, is an investment banker for Deutsche Bank, and to say that they’re loaded is an understatement. Her mother, Bergitte, lives the good life, and her younger brother, Werner, goes to a high school in Cape Town. Clara stayed at my school’s boarding establishment, here in Johannesburg. For some reason, her parents believed that a school away from the beauty of Cape Town would be the best thing for her. Well I’m glad they sent her up here. A more open minded and tolerant friend you could not find.

We arrived in Cape Town on the Friday afternoon, after a short flight, and were picked up by Clara’s mom. (If you have never been to Cape Town, do yourself a favour, and buy your plane ticket as soon as you can. It is the latest playground for the rich and famous, and with the famous table mountain as a backdrop, few places can make you feel more relaxed, and eager to party.) We wound our way along the coastline to Lundadno, where Clara’s folks live. Tom Cruise has a house here, if that gives you any indication as to the setting, which overlooks the Atlantic ocean.

Candy at Brown's Island (26 May 2008)

She sat there, wet in anticipation of what was about to unfold. Not knowing who or when would come by.

With summer here, and hot days upon us, Candy couldn't wait to get to our destination. We had been waiting all year for this day, and it had finally arrived.

For those of you in Virginia, you proberly know about Brown's Island in Richmond. With its hills and spacious area, it was the perfect place to go have our fun. She had picked her short brown skirt, with no panties of course and sandals. That morning before we had left home, she had painted her nails bright red (my favorite) and had shaved herself smooth except for a small patch above her sweet pussy. With her slight tan, and auburn hair, she looked radiant.

As we exited off the main road, you could look below and see the island. There were people every where. Candy started to get a little nervous as we went around the hills and curves to find a parking space. She always gets this way when we go out on these trips and today was no exception.

As we parked in one of the parking lots and were getting ready to get out, a van pulled in beside us and out stepped a gentleman proberly in his 30's or 40's. Candy looked at him, and said we should follow him.

As it turned out, he stopped behind his van to unload and when Candy saw this she exited the car and turned around as if picking up something in the floor. Her skirt was short enough so when she did this, her butt would become completely visible. I could see out the corner of my eye that she had gotten his attention and when I told her so, she leaned further and raised up her left leg, swinging it high in the air. She didn't let it stay this way long, but it was long enough for him to get a very unobstructed view of her freshly shaven area.

Cancun (24 May 2008)

I have just recently returned from a fantastic holiday to Cancun, Mexico. The weather was great, and fortunately I missed the hurricane which destroyed a lot of property just after we left. There was just myself and my best friend Alison who I have known since junior school.

We had been there nearly a week before we discovered Senor Frogs, a bar set slightly out of town on the edge of the water. All of the other clubs had good shows and we had a laugh in them all, but Senor Frogs had more of a party atmosphere which made us go back most nights.

Our tour representative had organised a bar crawl which started early, so by the time we got to 'Frogs both Alison and I were pretty wasted as we had been drinking by the pool all afternoon. We were both dancing down near the front as the D.J. began choosing people to join him on stage. I guess the way my pert 36b-cup breasts were jiggling in my bikini top must have caught his eye, as he called me up. I looked back at Alison but she was already busy grinding her arse into the lucky guy stood behind her.

There were 5 of us on stage, and we were told we each had to "booty dance" to a song, with the loudest cheer deciding the winner. There was lots of clapping and cheering as we each took it in turns to shake our bottoms to the crowd of mostly men stood close to the stage. Several had their phone cameras out and were pointing them up our skirts.

I was pretty disappointed not to win, especially when we were told the losers had to go down the slide into the water! There was no way I was going down it fully clothed as my hotel was too far away to go back and change. Sod it, I decided to take my short skirt off and go down in my bikini. Unfortunately, due to the amount of Margaritas I had been drinking I forgot that I had put a pair of panties on under my skirt, not my bikini bottoms.

Can't Stop (22 May 2008)

Louise had had a really long day at the office.

She had a high flying job in the financial district of London, Canary Wharf.

Sitting on the tube home she closed her eyes and thought about her night in. It had been a while since she'd had the flat to herself. She was nearly always out after work entertaining clients or her boyfriend, Nick, was in so she had to negotiate on what they watched on TV and had to cook for 2. But not tonight, Nick was out playing 5 a-side football and Louise's client had cancelled leaving her free to do as she pleased.

One of the biggest stress relievers for Lou was masturbation. The intense feeling in her pussy and the relief of an orgasm was a sure fire way to let the day's tension escape her body. Thinking about it even now made her wet between the legs and horny as hell. She'd been so busy and tired when she got home that these past few weeks that she just hadn't had the chance.

The tube reached her stop and she slowly got up and made her way to the exit. From leaving work to getting off the tube it had begun to rain, not just a little but a lot. With no brolly and no cash on her Louise had no choice but to walk home in the torrential rain. By the time she got home she was dripping wet and her clothes were clinging to her damp skin.

Falling through the front door she stood and shook her head like a dog and stood dripping on the carpet. As no-one was home and she wasn't expecting anyone she thought it best to strip in the hall way so as not to get the rest of the flat wet, and besides the sooner she was naked the sooner she could release that tension.

Can't Sleep? (20 May 2008)

We have both talked online before and know what each other enjoy sexually. She has everything that I like, big tits and a hairy pussy. We were both professionals and liked having our little "escape from the world" sexual encounters on the internet. We have never met in person until...

I was surfing the web and bored on a Sunday night. I didn't have to work in the morning, so I was up late. My screen flashed with Sarah's IM.

"What are you doing up so late?" she asked.

"I don't have to work and felt like being naughty and staying up late".

"well just how naughty do you feel like being tonight?" she asked.

I had thoughts of a nice jack off session with Sarah talking dirty to me on the computer. So I replied with.

"I feel like being bad as you want me to be"

Before I had even thought of taking my jeans off to get more comfortable. She sent me something that I knew was going to make this night one I would never forget.

"There is a park near the edge of town with 2 baseball fields. Meet me on the bleachers between them in 15 minutes"

I didn't know what to think, so I was feeling daring and my simple answer changed my boring night.

"Ok."

15 minutes later I was walking towards the bleachers she mentioned and there was the woman I only knew from online.

Can't Pay The Rent! (18 May 2008)

It had been a bad time for Shirley and myself. Two failed business attempts had left us completely broke. No money; no car and the nice riverside apartment in which we used to live had been cruelly repossessed by the bank. But it's ironic that, just when you think things can't possibly get any worse, they suddenly do!

The accident had been entirely my own fault. I was walking home from yet another disappointing interview towards the dingy little apartment that we had rented. My mind was filled with thoughts of how I was going to make ends meet; bills were beginning to pile up again and no work meant no money to pay them. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't see the car until it was right on top of me. I heard a screech of brakes and looked up. That was the last thing I remember until waking up in hospital with both arms and legs in plaster.

So, major problems; no money, more bills and me with no chance to work. Things went from bad to worse. Shirley and I would argue most days. Being incapacitated as I was, it was impossible for me to do much around the apartment and, as for sex, I seemed to have lost all interest in my wife.

And then Rent Day came along. I had been dreading the knock on the door, agonizing over it for the past few days, knowing that it was inevitable. Both Shirley and I knew there was no way we could pay; we had virtually no money left and the apartment, owned by a local tough-guy businessman, was not cheap. Of course I had been expecting the call, but when it came it still made me jump.

"Oh, Harry! That's Mr. Davis for the rent." Shirley cried as the knock boomed loudly through the small apartment. "What are we going to do now?"

Can She Watch? (16 May 2008)

My cousin and I finally had girlfriends at the same time. For years one of us would have one while the other didn't; now we both did.

A good thing: they liked each other.

A great thing: they liked to talk about sex with each other.

What my cousin and I didn't know was a fantastic thing: they got off together; and wanted us to join them.

My girlfriend was Jami. She had firm 34C tits and a round ass just made for fucking from behind. His girlfriend was D.J.. She was small, about 5'3 and built for power banging. He and I would swap stories about how we fucked the girls all night, how we made them cum, the usual guy bragging. The girls would just roll their eyes when the four of us hung out. One day I went over to Jami's house for an afternoon of porn and sex. She was the rare woman would loved guy porn - you know the type, no plot or story, just fuck 'em, cum on 'em, next scene porn. Nothing got her hotter than seeing a cock shoot its' jism all over the place. She would practically be dripping down her legs watching it.

Well, it turns out that D.J. had spent the night, and had left about an hour before I got there. I came in to find Jami in a bra and panties, with a porno running and her dildo out with some baby oil ready for me. (She REALLY liked to watch me jerk off for her and cum on her tits.) I was pleasantly surprised to find her so openly horny and started to take my clothes off before I even sat down on the bed. She watched me get undressed with a "cat that ate the canary" grin on her face, her right hand rubbing her cunt through her panties.
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