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Camping with Friends (14 May 2008)

You are in Brisbane with me and we decide to go camping with Pete and Kel for the weekend. As usual, it’s warm and sunny and you wear a loose, thin yellow top with spaghetti straps and your white mini skirt and you look lovely and fresh and I love the little glimpse of breast I get when a strap falls occasionally. We get to the river and Pete and I set up the tents under a tree.

We go for a walk along the river which is quiet shallow here but the bank crumbles as you step on it and you fall in to water about up to your knees. You aren’t hurt and stand up laughing as water streams off you. Your top is heavy from the water and , as your strap falls off, the weight of the water pulls it off your breast and we all enjoy the view as you go on laughing. Your white skirt is now see-thru and a glance at Pete and Kel tells me that they have noticed also. I help you out of the water with all of your clothes see-thru and you want to go back and change but we tell you that you will soon dry in the sun.

As we walk you do dry out but every time you lean over your breast is bared for us as your top falls well off of you. Your skirt starts to dry and, imperceptibly starts to shrink. It wasn’t covering your cunt by much to start with and , as your skirt shrinks upward on your hips, you are very aware that Pete and Kel are behind you each time you lift your leg to climb up the rocks. At one stage, you fall forward as you slip and your legs spread wide as you try to get your footing and, as I help you up, I can see your face is red with embarrassment. You glance at Pete and see that he cant take his eyes off your legs.

Camping Trip (12 May 2008)

Pam sighed when she heard her cell phone ringing. It was her boyfriend Adam calling again. They were supposed to leave early on Friday to go camping but it was 9pm now and she was still waiting for QA to verify that the systems were working fine. She felt she was on the verge of collapse, thanks to being on her feet for the last 32 hours. She was sweaty and just wanted to crawl into bed.

This trip with Adam was planned a few weeks earlier. She did not want to disappoint him and tried to talk him into canceling it but he was ok to wait. That was at 4 pm.

"Hi Adam," she said trying to sound cheerful, "We are still waiting for QA but they are running the last series of tests now. If all goes well, I should be able to leave in another 45 minutes. I am really sorry about this but can we postpone the trip? I promise to make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it. I have the car packed and you can sleep through the drive," responded Adam.

She tried to reason with him but gave up. An hour later, when the QA had given them the green light, she called Adam to pick her up. She stopped in the ladies room to clean up. Splashing water on her face, she took a good look at herself in the mirror.

What she saw, pleased her. She was a bomb as Adam called her. 36-24-32. Adam had actually measured her and pronounced her a Goddess. She was red with embarrassment. Standing nude in front of Adam had turned all her hair follicles up. 'That's the problem with Adam,' she thought, 'he feels I am too uptight and needs to loosen up.'

Cameras, Cameras Everywhere (10 May 2008)

I was relocated to Dallas by my company and the Residence Inn (RI) became my home for the 9 months it took to sell my house in another part of Texas. I was there for so long that I got to know all the employees quite well, particularly the attractive, early-20s gal who worked the front desk evening shift. She was the only competent one there, and, like clockwork, had to spend an hour or so every Sunday night straightening out my fouled-up bill.

She was very sexy, and when she leaned forward across the desk, the heavy pen clipped to her blouse pulled it down to afford a great view of her nice C-cup boobs quite visible in the sheer, barely-there bras she always wore. The tight black slacks could not conceal the perfect roundness of her ass or the jiggle thereon. I wasn't about to fool around on my wife, but she did provide excellent mental fodder for lonely masturbatory nights when I'd go back to my room. Besides, she didn't show the least bit of interest in me, a man old enough to be her dad--at first.

Like most hotels, there was a camera, pointed right at front-desk customers, mounted in plain view behind the counter up in the corner. It's the only camera I ever noticed

I only got to see my wife and kids every 2 or 3 weeks, and we'd alternate visits by my going home and she coming up to the RI. Since we were all in the same room and the kids were too little to go anywhere by themselves, my wife and I had to wait until they were asleep and have very quiet sex or go somewhere close by and have our usual, unrestrained lovemaking. We quickly opted for the latter option.

Since we had to keep an "ear" on the kids by taking the baby monitor along, we had to stay in its range and couldn't venture far. We'd wait until very late, when all other customers were sleeping, then sneak out.

Cameraman (08 May 2008)

I was told about your sight last week by a friend of mine and after reading several stories figured some visitors may enjoy a small peek into my vocation.

I retired last year after 35 years as a freelance cameraman. I worked mostly on documentaries and a few television commercials. As a sideline, I did video work at weddings, christenings and other family style gatherings.

About 3 years ago, I was approached by a friend on behalf of a friend of his. This guy wanted someone to do a video of him and his wife having sex. At first I refused because I had never done anything like that and I considered it to porno which I dislike. To make a long story short, after much persistence by my friend, I finally agreed to meet the guy and was impressed by his honesty and candor.

This couple was not into wife swapping, but, they did enjoy watching and trading homemade videos with other couples. The man was about 50 and obviously well off. He said they had grown tired of making their own videos with a fixed camera on a tripod because the result was one dimensional and the lighting was either poor or harsh. He wanted to make several short videos with a hand held camera and really capture the action. He and his wife wanted a professional to do the job. I did the job thinking what the hell, its only once and the money's good. We filmed on a Friday night at their home and I thought that was that.

Within a month, I was getting at least 3 phone calls a week from other couples for my services. At first I resisted, but, since I needed the extra money and the first one had gone off without a hitch, I started doing private home videos.

Camera Club (06 May 2008)

Steve is a member of a local photographic club and one week he took in some slightly candid photos of me to enter into a "People" competition. In two or three I was showing glimpses of my breasts by having the top buttons of my blouse undone and in a couple of others I was showing my stocking tops. I had agreed to him taking them to the club because, to tell the truth, it was a bit of an ego trip to know that he was proud of photos that he'd taken of me.

Steve was excited when he came home because, although he hadn't won the competition, the other members had liked the photos and had asked him if I would consider going along to model for them. Steve said that they would expect to take similar shots to those that he had taken. I was thrilled to be asked but, being a bit self-conscious, I wasn't sure I'd like to pose in front of a dozen or so men, most of whom I wouldn't know. Steve said that he thought that not knowing them would make it easier for me but I wasn't convinced about that. I had always been happy to model for Steve because I felt in control of what would happen to the photos. In the past he had destroyed any I didn't like but I couldn't guarantee that that would happen with the other club members. In fact, I was pretty certain it wouldn't.

Anyway, I 'phoned my friend Ann and we had quite a long chat about it. She told that she was jealous of me because she would love to be asked to do something like that, and that I should go ahead and do it. After all, Steve would be there so what could go wrong!

Cam-2-Cam (04 May 2008)

The mood music playing softly on the stereo (maybe I'll 'send audio' tonight, too!); the light tilted just right so the glare won't bounce off the screen and get in my way of seeing you... of seeing me, and knowing that what I see you will see. Swapped out the chair for the more comfortable one, in case I need to lay back just a little... I'm ready. I move the mouse pointer to that familiar link... wait for the sub-window to load... click "allow" ... and there I am, now where are you?

Three friends show up on that tab... and neither one of them is broadcasting! Two show up on the view tab... could they be friends that aren't yet in my network? Alas, just another couple of "those" guys... fucking idiots... can't they read? I cover myself, and wait. Eventually "those" guys go away... that's right fools; drool over someone else's dick! Mine is reserved...

I try to be patient... just a matter of time. Where are you? I see a few familiar names on the index, not friends, but frequent exhibitionists, so why not... something to watch until you log in. (God, where do some of these women get the nerve to show off that nasty stuff they call "sexy" and "hot" and other such labels. I guess since they're really not selling it, they can't be held liable for false advertising.) Ah! There's a name I recognize from the blogs... nice, very nice; not one of my friends, but still nice. How does she get that red thing all the way up in there?!? Oh, and there's that one who seems to have a different stud every night. (Turn off your audio, lady... somehow talking about your grandmother's recipe for pasta sauce while this guy hides his sausage just kinda distracts from the show, know what I mean?) Hmmm... what's this? Two women! My God, the one looks like the other's daughter... you don't think that maybe... nah... could be?

Callie's Office Fling (02 May 2008)

Callie sighed softly behind her desk. She hated overtime, Saturday on the customer services desk at the computer firm where she worked was always slow, but all she had to do was think of the extra money and the things she could do with it.

There was that cute new pair of shoes she'd seen last week. Not to mention the rent that needed paid, and there always was another bonus to working weekends, Alex her supervisor, he defiantly took the edge off her Saturday morning blues.

Unconsciously she glanced across to his desk behind the glass partition and admired his dark brown hair that was almost too long and curled sweetly around his ears and the nape of his taut and tanned neck. His brow was furrowed with concentration and she could tell by his Mediterranean sea green eyes that the particular person on the other end of his phone line was disturbing him from the book that lay in front of him.

The only down point was the fact he so rarely left his office, and there was only so many times Callie could possibly need something signed or check if something was ok before he would come to the conclusion that she was a) crap at her job or b) too serious about her job.

Callie sighed again as the light blinked on her switchboard and she flicked the accept call button and began her usual spiel. She never noticed Alex slamming down the office extension and smiling over at her and running his eyes over her dark red curly hair that was pulled back from her face, little tendrils fell around her pale complexion and brushed against her slim feminine shoulders and the top few buttons of her white blouse were undone to reveal just a coveted glimpse of cleavage, Alex felt his trousers tighten at the thought of what pleasures were behind just a few more of those buttons.

As Callie took her call, Alex watched her, forgetting the paper work on his desk and forgetting the rest of the almost empty office. He watched her smile and chat with whatever customer she had on the line.

California Sunshine (30 April 2008)

Wanda and I went to school together in a little town in the middle of nowhere. Basically, the only jobs in town were in small, family run businesses or in the big factory. Either way, the local job market was a one way ticket to oblivion.

Wanda was the prettiest girl in town and I was an average looking guy. I never would have had a chance at Wanda except for a dream we shared. We both wanted out of town. We would go anywhere there was a chance to be something other than a wage slave on a treadmill to nowhere.

We both graduated from high school at age 17 and then hit the local junior college. We both did well, but our families wanted us to 'help out a little.' Translation, drop out of school and get a job. There was to be no educational help from our families.

Wanda and I each had a scholarship. We had passed up the union scholarship from the factory since it was nothing more than a slave contract. Neither of us could make it alone, but if we combined our scholarships we could get through college. Since each of us was now 18, nobody could stop us. We got married and continued with our educations.

We then work hard for three more years worth of classes. Maybe too hard. The bright, sparkling Wanda I married ages at least ten years in the next three. She goes from the slim, sexy girl I had married to a fat, flabby middle-aged drudge. I try to bring the subject up once or twice, but it is worse than just no use.

Just before we both graduate, we interview at Aardvark Creations, some sort of trendy West coast outfit that offers good salaries and an interesting stock option plan. We both get a job offer from Aardvark Creations. I can't believe our luck and frankly wonder how fat Wanda has managed to make it through the interview. [I never say a word to anyone.]

A Call to the Office (28 April 2008)

I had just turned 18 and it was my last year in prep school. I had started later than most boys my age so I was just a bit older.

It was a very private exclusive boarding school, only boys which was a real pain. They didn't allow and nudie magazines or pornography. It was there though and we had to keep it well hidden for fear of expulsion. We all masturbated so fuck mags were a necessity. I had some great ones from Europe that I managed to sneak away from my father who traveled to Europe. I know he and mom looked at them and got all hot and then would fuck like mad. Anyway he had so many he would not miss a few.

I had been called into the health teacher's office that day and couldn't figure out what she might want me for. She was one the best looking women at the school. She was a bit on the plump side but very nice probably in her 40's. She dressed very conservatively which was school policy, very prudish!! However her dress could not conceal her very large breasts. She wore rather loose tops to hide just how big they were. Every now and then she would leave a button or two undone to give the guys just a peek at her cleavage.

I was headed for her private office wondering what she wanted with me.

"Please come in and have a seat young man", she said rather abruptly.

I knew I was in trouble for something. Heck, I was due to graduate in two weeks. I sure didn't need any problems.

"You know our policy here against any pornographic materials, don't you?" she asked.

On no, I thought. She must have done a random search and found my magazines. I knew I was in serious trouble now.

A Call To Remember (26 April 2008)

It was mid-afternoon as he sat in his own small portion of the large open-plan office. There were some seventy-five people on this floor, and each had his own personal space of ten feet by eight feet, lined by screens that hid you from sight unless you were standing up. There was a constant buzz of telephones ringing, keyboards being battered and muffled conversations. He had been working on this set of figures for nearly two days now, and at long last it was beginning to take shape. He leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his coffee and was just about to restart when the telephone rang.

He picked it up and automatically gave his extension number. As soon as he'd done it he realised it wasn't an office call. The line was too quiet.

"Hi, it's me." It was Patricia, but she sounded different, on edge almost. As she spoke he looked at the photo of her that sat permanently on the corner of his desk. She was of medium height with dark hair, her face wide across the cheek bones and pointed of chin. Her straight nose and soft, sensuous mouth belied by the direct gaze of her hazel eyes. Her figure was trim and spoke of regular works-outs in the gym. He thought about the way that she moved with an air of confidence and purpose, like a woman who knew what she wanted and would, more than likely, achieve her goal.

The picture showed her leaning against a tree and smiling to the camera. She had that wicked look in her eye which was why he loved this particular photo. The reason for the look was that when he had taken the picture he had been standing stark naked in front of her. He had been erect and had just pointed out the tree-stump he was going to fuck her over. As the smile had crossed her face... Snap! He took the photo. He kept it on his desk to remind him of the sensuous creature that awaited him when he got home each evening.

A Busy Time of Year (24 April 2008)

How is it that Christmas can be so busy? Work, shopping, cards, and all those obligatory things that seem to pop up. We have both been very busy and although we have made time for one another, it has been stolen moments here and there.

You come over after work, exhausted. You have been working like crazy and been getting little sleep lately. You can’t wait for Christmas to be over but you know that I love the Christmas season. It is one of the few things that we don’t have in common. You think that if you come over, you can rest a little while, squeeze a little time in with me and work on my computer after I go to work. Seems like a good plan anyway.

You come into the house quietly, knowing that I will be asleep. You unwind a little bit and come into the bedroom to take a shower in the master bathroom. As you switch on the light in the bathroom, you see me peacefully sleeping in the bed. You can see that I have on a silky nightie that must be new as it peaks out from the top of the blankets. It looks like it is black with spaghetti straps, lace on top and shows off my nice deep cleavage.

You get into the shower and enjoy the feel of the warm water. It relaxes you and then you are reminded that I am just steps away from you, lying in my nice big bed. Your cock starts to harden as you think about my reaction as you climb into bed next to me. Your body close to me does something amazing. I become instantly wet and desire you even if I have just woken up. Your cock starts to harden as you think about it.

You are surprised that I am still asleep when you get out of the shower. You would have thought that the sound of the water would have woken me. You turn on the light next to my bed and see that a partially empty wine glass is next to the bed. That might explain why I am not awake yet. Not being a big drinker, just a little bit knocks me out.

A Burnt Summer Day (22 April 2008)

KU is in Lawrence, Kansas. I kept an apartment there last summer. August is always hot, but my air conditioner couldn't keep up, and the water at the pool was gross. At 1:00 p.m. we sought refuge at a movie. In the short drive, the air conditioner was pointless and we arrived grumpy and sweaty. Brandon got the tickets while I went in.

Inside, I got goose bumps. The employees gawked. I felt stupid covering up at the pool, but in the theater lobby, flip-flops, a thong bikini, and an oversized white tank felt indecent, and it was cold. Even Brandon ogled. I'm tall with light brown hair a little longer than shoulder length, which I wore up. I've green eyes, and an "alluring" crooked smile. I'm trying to qualify for the Hawaii Ironman, so I'm in good shape.

Upon sitting, I dozed. With so much heat, sleeping wasn't synonymous with rest. I awoke to Brandon's fingertips sliding up and down my thigh. I placed my hand in his lap, clutching at the material covering his stiffening cock. Glancing around inspired me, and I grabbled with the fabric on the leg of his swimming suit, until his beautiful cock stood proudly above his balls. He raised his hips, groaning slightly. I love giving head, and the possibility of getting caught increases the thrill.

As I leaned over the armrest, I could just barely run the tip of my tongue against the underside of his head. I mercilessly licked, this most sensitive spot, and he lifted up enough to push his pulsing head into my soft lips. This was arousing, and built the passion quickly, but our mutual desire was to bury his throbbing dick deep in my throat, which usually spurred his eruption.

A Brief Encounter (20 April 2008)

Last summer I was on a train. It was already late and there were no other passengers. I was reading a paper, when the train stopped and a young woman got in. She sat down in front of me.

She stared out of the window, which gave me the opportunity to peek at her from behind my paper. She had a beautiful face, with radiant eyes, a small nose and full sensual lips, made for kissing and for a lot more...

She was voluptuously built and wore a low-cut tight little top that showed a pair of magnificent breasts, with erect nipples standing out against the fabric. No bra for sure!

When I lowered my gaze I saw two shapely, slender legs under a very short miniskirt.

Still staring out of the window she pulled one leg up, put her foot on the seat and leaned with her forearm on her knee.

What she apparently did not notice was that her skirt had slid up, so that I had a free and full view of her crotch and, oh my, she wore no panties!

I saw a lovely shaved pussy with nice fleshy lips, made to be kissed and for a lot more...

I got a dry throat and my heart missed a beat. I was so perplexed that I put my paper down and could nothing do but stare at her like mesmerized.

A Bountiful View (18 April 2008)

We are both working late one Friday night. I step outside my office and am surprised to see you there. “Hi Nana,” I say, “What is such an attractive young girl doing here so late on a Friday night.” You reply that you have a report due by Monday and didn’t want to work on Saturday or Sunday. Except for the two of us the office is completely empty.

I am about ready to resume my work when you ask if I am any good at giving a massage. Your neck is sore from working all day in front of a computer. I acknowledge that I could probably make your neck feel better. I move behind you and begin to work my fingers across the top of your shoulders. No wonder your neck and shoulder muscles hurt. They are so tight and you definitely need a massage to help you relax.

You move your hair out of the way which helps, but now your collar is causing a problem. I ask if you would mind folding it under. Instead, without a word, you unbutton the top three buttons of your blouse. Now your shoulders are exposed and I have a much broader area of flesh uncovered to me.

Up to this point I hadn’t considered anything sexual about this situation, but now I’m becoming aroused. You are so young and attractive; there is no man on earth who could resist such an opportunity. I decide you might not notice if I kept up the pretence of giving you a massage while I tried to view as much of your breasts as possible.

I start at the base of your neck working up to just around your ears. Then I move back down working out until I reach your blouse. Your neatly pressed blouse is just hanging on the edge of your shoulder tips.

A Boss's Dream (16 April 2008)

This is a story about something I only could have fantasized about; I never believed it could have come true.

I have my own business, just a small company, with 3 employees besides myself. I have 2 welders and a young girl as my secretary and receptionist. This story is about her and for her. I hope you like it Natalie.

Natalie came to work for me after her friend had quit here. She was 20 years old, about 5’6” tall, slender, brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and one of the nicest set of boobs I have seen (of course at this time I only imagined what they would look like exposed). She always dressed nice, her outfits would always show the attributes of her young figure, sometimes tight jeans, but on occasion form fitting skirts (which would drive me crazy and so I would have to leave the office).

One day when she had worn a skirt, and my mind was running wild with images of Natalie in the buff, my cock was so excited and really needed to be relieved. So after everyone had left I closed the doors to the shop, reached into my drawer of erotic magazines so I could read a story and imagine myself in the lead role and relieve my cock of its pent up frustrations. Something was different; the magazines seemed to be out of order. I realized that Natalie must be reading them too when no one was around. That did it, I didn’t need to read a story, my dick jumped to full attention as I thought of Jami reading these stories. It didn’t take long before I was releasing a huge load onto a tissue. When I got home that night I was still horny as hell and so I took a shower and had to pull it another time. Damn I haven’t been this horny since I was in my teens. When my wife came to bed I told her I was in dire need of sex.

A Booth in a Dark Corner (14 April 2008)

You are sitting at a very private corner table in a dark restaurant. The door opens and I come in wearing a short skirt and a cleavage revealing blouse. I don't say a word. I just move over and sit on the table in front of you. I spread my legs. You can see that I'm not wearing any panties. I put my feet on either side of you. There I am with my feet on booth, my legs spread and my glistening, hot pussy waiting for your hungry mouth.
You slowly move forward and kiss the inside of my thighs moving from one to the other. I start to squirm trying to get my pussy kissed, letting you know that I want more.

Then you let your tongue slide over my swollen clit. This happens again and again before you finally plunge your tongue into my dripping hole licking the sweet honey from deep inside my hot pulsing pussy. I moan quietly "YES" "YES" wanting to cum. Then you put your lips around my swollen clit and suck it into your mouth. You hold it there with the suction and flick it with your tongue. My hands are on your head, pulling you into me deeper and deeper. You whisper, "You taste so good." With that I flood your mouth with my juices as I cum hard.

I slide off the table, rearrange my skirt and slide in next to you, kissing you deeply; tasting my "flavor" on your tongue as you slip it in my mouth. I slowly unzip your pants and my hand finds your hard cock. I stroke you slowly; you're so hard now. I slip my hand inside the waist band of your shorts…….wrap my hand around your throbbing cock. As I stroke you I run my tongue along your ear, sucking gently on your ear lobe, I whisper, "I need to taste you right now." You look deep in my eyes, not believing that I'd do that here in the restaurant. I lean forward, taking your hard cock into my mouth, your hips jerk upward partly in surprise, partly in desire. My tongue circles the head of your cock; I suck on the sweet spot at the underside of the base of the head. Your hand presses my head down, your fingers entwined in my hair. You're all the way to the back of my throat as my tongue strokes you. My hand finds your balls; they're so full and tight. I know that you're about to reward me with a mouth full of hot cum. I leave your cock long enough to whisper "Cum for me baby……fill my mouth………..I need it." My mouth captures your hard cock just in time as it jerks and fills my mouth with your sweet cum.

A Blond Nurse (12 April 2008)

At some point most viral males go through what is commonly known as middle-age crisis. Though later in life than most, it has hit me hard. While it is true that my hair is salt and pepper around the temples and I now have what is affectionately known as love handles, I still have a healthy sex drive. Here is my story:

Day One

After having surgery a few years ago I asked my doctor to schedule a body scan to make sure that everything was still o.k. He made the appropriate arrangements and in a few weeks I was sitting in the office waiting room for the first of two shots over the next two days. My name was called and I went in to see the nurse. She met me at the door and I followed her down the hall. I must tell you that I have always been attracted to a beautiful swinging ass. Well this blond nurse knew how to work her assets. She worked it like a champ and glanced backwards over her shoulder to make sure I was following her. I looked up from her beautiful ass as she looked me directly in the eyes and gave me a knowing smile. It is no wonder that my pulse was slightly elevated when she took it.

She was very friendly and asked if I had any questions. She quickly explained the procedure. She said one shot today and one tomorrow. I sat there and watched as she wiggled over to the refrigerator to get the serum. It was obvious that it was on the front of the shelf. What was a surprise was that she bent over at the waist and for what seemed like an unusually long time. I was in no hurry for the shot. Besides, this stance allowed her uniform to rise up just enough to offer me a peek of her pure white nylon panties.

A Bit More (10 April 2008)

I'd worked at the shoe store for two weeks. The manageress worked some of the weekdays, but Sherry and I held down the shop through most of the slow day time. One side of the shop was women's and girl's shoes, which was Sherry's domain. I dealt with other side, men's and boy's shoes.

The day Marie came into my world started out hot and windy. Business was slow maybe because of the heat.

Sherry asked, "Brad, would you cover for me? I need to get my hair done. I've going out tonight and I want to look good."

"Sure, I can handle it. I'll be lucky if there's any sale's this afternoon."

"Great. I'll be back in an hour or so."

Left alone, I settled back to some reading at the desk. A few people roamed in and out, just looking briefly at the stock.

Then she came in. Her hair all wisps about her face and head, carrying four bags of shopping and one big box under one arm. She looked hot and bothered. Her white blouse was askew from the box, with one collar blown up. Her tan skirt dropped loosely from her hips to mid-knee.

"Ugh, what an exhausting day," she complained as she walked towards me while looking at the shoe displays. She got to the row of chairs, dropped her bags, and fell into a chair. The box on her lap, her arms thrown to the sides, her bottom slid forward with legs straight as she collapsed.

A Beginning (08 April 2008)

I was SO excited...it was your first visit in almost 2 months, and I was in the constant state of arousal that you always seem to be able to evoke in me. You always joked about how I had to change my panties twenty times a day, and this visit was no exception. Tonight I had a special treat for you- I'd recently made a "friend" online, and I wanted you to meet her tonight. Giving you a kiss for a promise, I headed upstairs for a bath and to change as you settled yourself in front of the computer.

Half an hour later I came downstairs, dressed in a red camisole and stockings that I knew that you liked...the sight of my long legs and just being able to catch a glimpse of my freshly shaven pussy under the red silk never failed to get you as hard as rock. I paused for an instant in the doorway, wearing that evil grin that you love so much, and when I saw the answering smile light up your face I crossed the room towards you. You turned the chair to face me, and I settled backwards into your lap, leaning back into you as I felt your strong arms come around me. Feeling your hot breath on the back of my neck, combined with your dick just pressing against my already aching pussy, I began to squirm as you brought your fingertips up and just brushed against my nipples.

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned as you began to gently tug on them, leaning as far back into you as I could..."feels like someone is ready for something special."

"I'm ALWAYS ready for you, baby," you whisper, sending chills of desire and love through my body.

"Wait a second," I say, "I've got someone that I want you to meet first."

A Beginner's Guide To Exhibitionism & Voyeurism (06 April 2008)

I've tried and experienced most things sexual at one time or other in my life; Gang bangs, group sex, mutual masturbation, bondage, lesbianism (I like that!), oral sex, anal sex, hand jobs, foot jobs and a myriad of other forms of eroticism. But there's one thing that will brighten my day. One thing that, at the merest mention, will send a tingle down my spine, dampen my pussy and harden my nipples: Exhibitionism

I believe that Exhibitionism is an art form and something that one is born to enjoy; whether you like to display yourself or watch someone else display. The woman who will crudely spread her legs on a bus or in a cafe and display her pussy to any passing stranger is no better, in my humble opinion, than the man in the park who will open his coat and reveal his privates to anyone who happens to be there - The difference between exhibitionism and flashing is usually a world apart. However, for the true exhibitionist, this crude form of flashing is sometimes a starting point for their interest to manifest and grow.

I was in my teens when I saw my first flasher. Usually this term is applied to "dirty old men", but this one happened to be a woman. She wasn't old or ugly, she was dressed in a sort of business suit with a short skirt. I guessed she must have been in her late thirties with blonde hair. Sat at a pavement cafe in a quiet part of town she looked to all the world the archetypal business woman. As I walked past her I looked and smiled. She returned the exchange, but held my eyes for much longer than I thought necessary. As she stared at me she slowly began to uncross her long legs.

A Beautiful Day (04 April 2008)

I woke up to my alarm that morning. Monday. Mondays suck. Work sucks. On top of it being Monday and that in itself being enough to make it suck, I was woken up from a beautiful naked man thrusting his hard on into my pussy and a naked brunette teasing my nipples.

Needless to say I didn't go to work that day. After that decision was made I slipped my hand under the bed sheets to realize that I hadn't dressed before going to bed the night before.

Pleased, I felt the smoothness of my natural double D breasts which immediately started to perk up in excitement. The warmth between my legs was increasing by the second and I was more than ready to let it all release. As I started to move my other hand to my wetness I felt a finger brush across my slit. I looked up to see my straight roommate.

"Dawn," I gasped already feeling the rush building up in my body. She pulled her hand away.

After a few moments I had regained my composures, "What are you doing here? I thought you were staying at your boyfriend's house last night?"

"Well I was planning on it but we got into a fight."

You see, I was in shock. Not only was my roommate straight, but she had voiced her opinion loudly pertaining to her adversary to anyone bisexual. "No Dawn, not what are you doing here as in the apartment but what are you doing in my room?"

A Balcony With A View (02 April 2008)

Lately I've gotten into exposing myself. The idea of having sex while people are watching is very close to me. I used to be in the navy and was opened to the idea of public sex by a cocky but also very hot guy I knew. My second duty station in the navy was Puerto Rico. I worked in the hospital on the base but was allowed to live off base. I choose to live in one of two ocean side skyscrapers named dos marinas. Jake was a guy that worked in the same clinic as I and was always flirting with me. He was so confident and usually way to cocky for my tastes.

He did have a nice body though. Very trim and fit. I have to admit I masturbated many times on my bed thinking about Jake taking me. When I met my future husband frank I thought that my fantasies of Jake would cease but they didn't. Frank and I were still just friends. Jake was the type of guy that constantly teased and flirted with me and had some sort of control over me that nobody else ever has. Sorry to say, even frank. It was truly a love hate relationship with Jake. The worst part about it was that he was married. His wife did not come down to Puerto Rico because the navy wouldn't pay for it. So Jake fooled around. I can't tell you how much I hated him and myself for all of it. Back to the story though.

One Saturday I was in my 10th floor apartment watching TV and relaxing. I heard a knock on the door and there stood Jake and another girl we worked with named heather. They came in and we hung out for a while and then decided that we should head down to the beach for the day. I told them that I needed to take a shower first and would meet them. So they took off. I jumped into the shower and began to wash my hair. Then I hear Jake again. He said that he'd come back to wait for me. I thought nothing of it. At this point Jake and I had still only been in the teasing game.

A (Legal) Brief Show (30 March 2008)

It had been a long day at the office. I was working on a legal brief for Jeff Albers, one of the partners in the law firm Albers, Stephens & Brenston. I’ve been a paralegal for them for the last couple of months, and had stayed late to work on this brief, hoping to make a good impression. Finally, I just couldn’t type anything else; the screen was too blurred. I started to adjust my monitor, stopping immediately after I realized that it was my eyesight that was getting fuzzy, and not the screen. I looked up and saw that it was almost 8:30. Another day wasted in the office, I thought dejectedly. I grabbed my purse and jacket, dragged myself out of my chair and shuffled to the elevator.

As I was leaving, Shawna glanced up from the copier. It was strange; I don’t remember her working late since I’ve been here. And why would she stay late? She just handles the mailroom duties, and is usually never here a minute past six o’clock. She’s 19, very attractive, and single, so I’m sure she goes out nearly every night. At least, that’s what I would do if I had her looks and was her age. Not that I’m old or anything, but at 24, you have to think about your career, and not the constant partying that goes on every night around this town.

“Have a good night, Nikki!” she said. “At least you get to go home now. Some of us actually have to work late!”

“Yeah, guess I just don’t feel like burning the midnight oil tonight. See you tomorrow.” I muttered, continuing my trudge to the elevator. As the doors to the elevator slid shut I noticed Alex Jeffers, one of the junior partners in the firm, walk out of his office and lay his hand on Shawna’s shoulder. At that moment, the door slid shut with a silent thud. The momentary strangeness forgotten, I walked out the door to the parking lot.

A Tube 'Ride' To Remember (28 March 2008)

It happened last year on a very hot sticky Autumn evening. One of those where the sun has long gone down but the heat of the day is still lingering, almost suffocating. I work for a large advertising Company in the city and since leaving the office earlier that day I had headed off to Covent Garden with some colleagues to try out a new bistro. A bowl of pasta and several glasses of wine later, I was making my way back across London to the station in order to catch the tube train to Wimbledon where I was sharing a flat at the time, with a friend.

By the time I reached the steps of the station I could feel my clothes starting to stick to my body. Realising that I had probably had one too many glasses of wine for a long train journey home, I looked around for a loo, just to be on the safe side. I was feeling very relaxed (probably due to all the alcohol) and uncomfortable with my tight fitting silk underwear. Once I was inside the cubicle, in a moment of abandon I decided to remove my panties….sliding the luxurious fabric across the lacy tops of my hold up stockings and smoothly over my long tanned legs. I quickly stepped out of them and picked them up. I noticed that they felt damp and smiled to myself at the realisation that although the humidity probably contributed a little, it nevertheless did not account for the extensive damp patch stretching boldly across the crotch. I lifted the flimsy fabric to my nose and easily recognised the musky scent of my own juices.

My mind drifted back to earlier that evening when I had been indulging in some heavy flirting with the latest edition to our team, a very cheeky and extremely sexy computer programmer called Daniel. Although he was incredibly attractive and the sexual chemistry between us had been electric, I had decided to make him wait a little. It was probably inevitable that we would fuck someday soon but it’s a girls prerogative to play a little hard to get.

Stripped of my panties and feeling much cooler already I decided that the bra would have to go as well. I shimmied up the sheer fabric of my white georgette blouse and unclipped the front of my bra, allowing my fully heavy breasts to fall free. I have always been particularly proud of my breasts. Since the age of about fifteen they have always been full and firm and tipped with dark prominent nipples.

30 Buttons (26 March 2008)

I proposed my idea to her. She knew how much I loved to see her exhibit herself. I had spent so much time preparing this fantasy date. We discussed the limits and rules to our game in detail. Making sure that there was no misunderstanding of what I wanted her to do, and what she wasn't willing to do.

I know that to do this spontaneously would be much more exciting, but what I had in mind simply couldn't happen without planning. So today we plan our fun and tomorrow we tempt our fate. A fate that can not be planned or predicted.

Let me tell you a little about our game. I want to dress my lover in an outfit that completely covers all of her beauty. A sun-dress that reaches all the way to her ankles. It will have 30 buttons that start at her knees and go to her throat. The dress will be made of a satin material that shimmers in the light and flows over her body showing every curve and detail of what is hidden underneath.

Under her dress she will wear a shelf bra that is very close to the color of her skin, giving the appearance of nudity to any body lucky enough to catch a glimpse. Her nipples will be completely exposed in a shelf bra and will be obvious through the satin dress when she gets excited. I hope that she will stay excited for the entire game. Also a pair of thigh highs with self stay tape. They will also be natural in color, or nude as they are described by the manufacturer. And finally a pair of heels that have very hard tips on the spike that give off a loud snap with every step onto a hard surface such as tile or wood. This should draw the attention to her that I hope for. That is all she gets except for a small pair scissors.
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