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Doctor Flasher (08 December 2010)

I was sitting in the waiting room at a local Doctor's office. Waiting for my niece to get her arm re-x-rayed. From a break she had gotten months ago.

I was reading a magazine when this lady walked through the waiting room in a white doctor's smock. She had long silver hair, doe like eyes and a smile from heaven. She briskly walked past me. As any man would do I watched her cute frame and sexy legs from my chair. When she got to the door and opened it, she turned and caught me in my hypnotized stare. Yeah, she knew I was undressing her with my eyes. She gave me a sexy smile and disappeared into the back halls of this office.

I went back to reading when the door came open and there she was again. With a smile I looked up at her legs and worked my sight upwards to her ass then her chest and head. Finally getting to her smile that was plastered on her face. I was sure she could read my mind or something. She laid her folder on the receptionist desk, no telling where she was. She headed back towards the door again. My eyes met hers so I gave her a wink of the devious type and she smiled and left the waiting area.

I resumed my reading, when the door opened again. Hoping it was my niece but it was this beautiful lady. I looked down at her sexy white stocking covered legs again with no shame or fear of her comments. But what I wasn't Prepared for was when she got by me, she pulled her smock apart and revealed her under garments. Flashing me with her sexy white-legged stockings, garter belt and white silk like panties and a matching bra. The smock flushed shut as soon as it had opened and I was dazed to say the least. I bet I didn't breath for at least 10 seconds.

Doctor Calgary (06 December 2010)

I had developed a small red mark on the side of my rib cage which didn't really irritate me but my wife constantly nagged at me to go to the doctors to get it sorted. Like most men I always put off a trip to the doctors so my wife had booked an appointment without my knowing and bluntly told me 'you are going even if I have to take you myself'.

I had probably visited the doctors four or five times over the last twenty years and only for the usual crap like a cold or bad back.

I entered the surgery and I walked to the desk to be told by the receptionist who rolled her eyes and said quite sharply that 'you use the touch screen on the wall'. I pressed 'male' on the screen, input my date of birth, to which the screen displayed something about being late and please take a seat. My appointment was 09.10 and it was now 09.15.

I took a seat and did the usual look around the room and reached for a magazine, a buzzer then sounded and a scrolling message was displayed on a LED panel on the wall asking me to proceed to Dr. Calgary's room.

Do You Have Any Questions? (04 December 2010)

Summer was always the season of love; not the roses and over romanticized, but the meet someone and bring them home kind of way. Memories of grade school up through high school were full of a blooming interest in girls. The ironic part is that I had thought that those times were long past. The idea of exploring young bodies and learning sexual choreography left with bachelor parties, porn, and strip clubs: I had written off innocence with the same pen that I had for sneaking into bars. Twenty-nine years old with a good job, and a charm that included physical as well as mental, made me a target for plenty of women who were looking for security, and emotional support. I was above perversion, young women, and one night stands; those things were for college; I am a home owner. That being said if I happened to be driving by a young girl walking down the street I was the first to slow down, but I choose to keep my attraction private in secret, a masturbatory fantasy: Until, I bought my first home; a home with a shared back yard.

Do It for Me (02 December 2010)

He loved watching her touch herself. He loved it even more when she did exactly what he told her to do. She lay on the bed, the silk robe loose and open on her body. Her hands were poised above her breasts . . . her eyes looked to him questioningly . . . waiting for his command . . .

"Caress your breasts for me, my dear." She moved her hands. "Lightly," he told her. "I want to watch you arouse yourself. Do it for me." Her hands slid over the surface of her skin. It did feel good to her, but not like his hands did. They could do such things to her. But she also knew that it pleased him to watch her as she touched herself, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of her own hands stroking her flesh. Her nipples grew hard and pointed. Her fingers lingered over them . . . pinching . . . pulling . . . feeling them grow harder still.

He watched her closely and began to grow aroused. Under his robe he could feel his cock begin to thicken and harden. She was so very beautiful. He wondered if she had any idea of how much she aroused him, of how much her submission meant to him, of how much he wanted to please her, as well as take his pleasure from her . . . forever . . .

Distracted (29 November 2010)

Gazing through the living room window Karen observes the sight she has come to relish of late. Taking a perch on the arm of the couch she smiles and watches attentively the neighbor's movements as he performs his pre-run stretching exercises. It's so wonderful to have such a hunk as a neighbor, she thought.

He continued to bend and massage his lower extremities. Good god! She thought, look at those buns. Reaching down, she places a finger at the opening of her vagina. Gently, she begins to rub the clitoris. Watching intently as her neighbor begins to run down the street, gracefully, powerfully surging with each stride, he passes out of sight.

Karen closes her eyes and imagines the lithe body of her neighbor warm and covered with a fine mist of perspiration pressed against hers. She rubs her clit more vigorously now. A tingling sensation emanating from her center begins a cascade of warm convulsions surging through her. She falls back onto the couch in a fetal position, clutching her finger tightly to her with her thighs, mewing like a kitten.

Crain had been distracted lately; his wife had been tied up out west with details on a property her company had bought for an expansion project. Running was the best medicine for these lengthy separations so he was running more than he usually did. At the three mile mark he decided to turn around and head back.

He loved the neighborhood they had moved into last month. A big upgrade from where they had lived before. And the neighbors were all so nice it was hard to imagine a better place to live and work.

Displaying Myself in the Sand Dunes (27 November 2010)

My husband and I were on a holiday near Studland in Dorset - that's in England on the south coast. There is a very long sandy beach backing on to a big expanse of sand dunes, so it's easy to find somewhere to hide away from the public gaze - well that's what I thought.

Our holiday was slightly out of season so the area wasn't packed with too many visitors and, luckily, the weather was hot and sunny. What could be more perfect? Peace, quiet, sunbathing and hopefully some satisfying sex. Just what we both needed to recover from our hectic business lives.

On the first day we headed to the dunes and settled in for a spot of relaxation. As there seemed to be no one about I went topless and it was heavenly feeling the sun and a slight breeze on my skin.

The day was pretty uneventful, though we did notice several single guys roaming the dunes. They were no doubt bird watching, but not of the feathered kind! It didn't bother me and if they wanted a look at my breasts and perky nipples they were welcome. I quite like showing off .

That night we made love quite passionately.

I guess it was the sunshine and change of scenery that did the trick. I know that I was exceedingly wet when my husband pushed his cock into me All I could think of was those lone guys searching the dunes and the look in their eyes when they saw me topless. God, it got me so hot I was wrapping my legs round my husband's waist shouting, "Deeper, deeper, harder, harder." I came in torrents and so did he! So the holiday was doing us good, that's for sure.

Sliver (25 November 2010)

"It will be fun, Danny!" Caroline told me, as she sensed my hesitation.

Horses. Caroline and her husband Derek had bought a little place out in the country, nothing huge, just a dozen acres. Now they had Horses, and invited me up to go riding.

Derek and I worked together, he was the mill foreman and I worked as the lead mechanic. They were good union jobs, so we were reasonably comfortable.

Derek had managed to get his right hand hung up in the drive gears on the big paper bag machines several years earlier, that wasn't good since he was right handed. At that time he was the lead mechanic and I was one of the helpers.

I was the one that drove him to the local hospital that day, before that we had known each other but couldn't be called close.

After that we did become friends, he appreciated that I was smart enough to grab some ice out of the soda machine and several cans of soda to pack the remains of his hand in.

The doctors managed to reattach most of the pieces but not all, so Derek was left with a fairly unusable hand, but at least he had one.

He had invited me up for dinner as a way of saying thanks, so I met his wife Caroline.

The one thing I would want to say is that I do wish I had seen her first, she was an ever so slightly chubby redhead, with an extremely nice set of knockers on her. Green eyes and freckles, of course.

Slipping into New Orleans (23 November 2010)

It was a perfect afternoon. Perfect is not the same in every place. On a perfect day in Montana, its 65 degrees and you can see forever. In New Orleans, on this day, it's 87 degrees and raining. A slow steady rain. All the wrought iron is shiny black. All the 200-year-old buildings look like they were built yesterday. You expect to see ladies in hoop skirts coming down the stairs. And the smell is wonderful. This town fills your senses on any day, but on a day like this it nearly knocks you over. A great day to have the blues.

I have a quiet room on a back street of the Quarter. An old place with no screens on the windows. I have a second floor room with a balcony. I've walked up from the River. I shopped down at the River Walk until I couldn't stand the tourists anymore. Then I walked up to the Quarter. I stopped and bought a Panama hat (buying something a little off center sometimes cheers me up). I had some Murphy's at an Irish pub. It started raining about 2 blocks from the Inn. It was nearly sunset when I got to the Inn. I stood dripping wet at the desk and ask them to send a bucket of ice and a cheese tray up at 9:00.

I went to my room and undressed; and got in the shower. I laughed at myself. I knew I would be sweat through when I got out, before I hit the sheets, but it would be fresh sweat. This blue mood had me cold on the inside, even though I was hot on the surface. I let the lukewarm water run over me and ran soapy hands over my body. I took long firm strokes over my breasts and thighs. I felt a deep, wide warmth grow from the inside. I let it be for now. I had plans for the evening and didn't want to hurry. I hung my wet clothes over the shower curtain. I dried, went out into the room and opened the windows - left the shutters closed - and laid down on the sheets. The cool sheets felt good against my skin. But I was soon sweating into them.

Slender Girl (21 November 2010)

I like to go fishing, and now that I am at that stage of my life where going to work doesn't interfere with it, I spend quite a bit of time doing just that.

One Saturday morning I looked out and it was clear as a bell, from the looks of things it was going to be one of those warm and windless days.

Perfect for heading out onto the rocks near the ocean.

There is one spot out there that if I am careful I can make it down close to the water without too much effort. Being 66 years old, my legs just aren't as secure underneath me as they used to be so I take my sweet time.

Way out on the jetty the rocks are slick, I don't dare try that, but closer in there is a spot where I can drive right out there and park less than 20 feet from where I want to fish. The big rocks lining the jetty are huge, but one is almost perfectly flat on top and dry.

That is where I head without fail.

Of course, the spot is popular, so I headed out early, with my pole and a bucket of sand shrimp, a few hooks and some split shot in my pocket.

I hang a pretty good sized sack on my belt also, one never knows what might come out of the ocean.

There was a dozen cars and trucks parked in the parking lot but no one out on the end, the road if it can be called that gets really rough, big rocks sticking up. More than one person has found out what rocks can do to the underside of cars.

My truck has huge oversize tires just because of that. Still, a few cars do drive out there and make it OK if they are careful.

Sleeping Shy Wife (19 November 2010)

A little history about my wife and myself: we started dating in high school and have been together ever since. We are now in our late 20's and are financially secure. My wife doesn't work, she is a "charity wife". She is on a lot of charity boards, and is always dragging me to some Junior Auxiliary event or some other event. She is always dressed to the 9's and is smokin' hot. She works out a lot and is small and firm, absolutely beautiful. Her secret is that she has tiny breasts, an A cup if that. She never leaves the house without a gel insert in her bra. Even her swimsuits are padded. She is mortified about this inadequacy, and I'm sure that with her careful dressing, her "little" secret is one of the best kept in town.

I've long had a fantasy of getting her comfortable with herself. My plan was to get her to expose her breasts, perhaps on the beach during vacation, and she would see that plenty of guys love the firm, tight body that she has. Needless to say, this has been a nonstarter. She would never even let me finish the suggestion.

Then came our yearly vacation. We always go on a trip with our best friends, 3 couples we have known since high school. The guys have lusted over my wife for years, but she treats them to nothing more that modest swimsuits (gel inserts firmly in place).

My friends, Steve, Jack, and David had no more success with their wives. No topless hot tub romps for us. We spent the days at the beach or playing golf. The girls did a lot of shopping. At night though, we would eat a big meal and drink a lot. Good times. On our third night, my wife, Jessica, drank way to much Saki at asian restaurant we all went to that night. Usually, we guys would hang out after dinner around the pool and have drinks, as we all had rooms that opened up on to the Caribbean air and the resort pool. Tonight though, the wife was drunk and horny and I excused myself from the guys for rare, uninhibited sex with my toasted wife.

Ski Hill (15 November 2010)

When I was in my early twenties I was fortunate enough to spend two years with Marie-Helene. She was every man's Frenchgirl fantasy come true; 5'6" 120lbs, long auburn hair with blond streaks and a body that would be considered a perfect 10 by anyone's standards.

Our days and nights together were an exchange of close intimacies and sexual conquests. The particular event that sticks in my mind as I write this happened one early spring weekend at her family's chalet in the Laurentian mountains.

It was one of those first days of spring when you can wear shorts, so we threw some drinks in my backpack and hiked up to the ski hill and spread a blanket. We opened a bottle of wine and passed it back and forth and listened to the silence of the mountains, as we were the only ones up there at the time.

Marie-Helene asked me to pack a pipe of hash so I turned around to get my bag. When I turned around she had taken her shirt and bra off and sat there topless sucking on a bottle of wine, the sun beaming on her perfect Ccup breasts. I took a hit off the pipe and passed it to her while thinking this was one of those times I was grateful to be a man.

She sucked on the hash then leaned over to kiss me but instead blew smoke into my mouth. I held it in as she took my shirt off then stood in front of me, her left hand caressing her tits while her right hand found its way into her tight shorts and began rubbing her shaved pussy.

By this point we both had forgotten that we were outdoors half naked on a ski hill as Marie-Helene slid off her shorts to reveal no panties and stepped closer to me as she began to finger her pussy. She withdrew her soaking finger and put it in my mouth for me to suck on then drew my face to her cunt . As I eagerly lapped her juices she grabbed the wine bottle and poured it over her breasts. I made it my business to swallow all her nectar as well as every drop of wine that poured over her tight body into my mouth and was rewarded when she pushed me to my back and literally ripped my shorts off.

Sleeping Beatific (13 November 2010)

He halted, momentarily, as the dry leaves in the driveway crunched underneath his step. Damn! So close now, too close to blow it and his heart pounded so hard he was sure she would hear or worse yet, her boyfriend. He hoped he was a heavy sleeper. He knew she was, she had told as much. And much, much more besides.... Indeed, her willingness to open herself up so innocently to him, across cyberspace, had made this moment possible, planted the seed, and had led him here.

Ahh the front door, wide open........ how did that email last week go? "Yeah" she had confessed without guile, and in total naivety "I'm pretty hopeless with security, always forget to close the front door at night.."

He sniffed at the tendrils of sandalwood, gently perfuming the air, while delicately opening the fly wire door. Dark, he was grateful for the dim golden glow that spilled out from the open double glass art deco doors (the lounge room he surmised) and he paused to contemplate his next move. The door on his left, the bedroom he assumed, from the muffled noises of sleeping soul. His excitement was palpable; his racing pulse and the sudden tautness in his groin reminded him of his high expectations for this evening. He knew what he wanted but had no idea how this would play out.

Steeling his nerve, he crept quietly to the bedroom as his eyes adjusted to the dim, dim light. One body in the bed, snoring. It had to be the boyfriend. He knew from her photo profile she was tinier than the elongated shape beneath the covers.

Ski Trip (11 November 2010)

The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sports shop. Normally when he's taking me on holiday he doesn't tell me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had mixed feelings. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the other hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to have some 'fun'. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear much clothing, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the effect of, 'Young girl found frozen to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a mini dress'.

Jon soon put my mind to rest on the last bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermal underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee length boots, a dress and a coat, and nothing else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to take everything off. The one and only changing cubicle (guess they didn't have much of a demand for one) was in the middle of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not the best of curtains either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trousers part of a red suit on when Jon opened the curtain to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a couple of customers. They weren't looking my way – to start off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the trouser part over my backside and I'm not sure if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my breasts and I saw that he saw me. I told Jon that a man was watching me and all he said was, "So what, you've never been shy before". He was right; I'm not shy any more. I just wanted to let Jon know that someone was watching me.

My Lesson In Hitchhiking (09 November 2010)

Hi, this is my first story here. It happened to me a couple years ago when I was in grad school, 26 years old.

My boyfriend and I broke up that semester a couple weeks before final exams. I did relatively OK since I was busy working on my experiment, writing a paper and studying for two exams. After it all winded down and break came up—the first I had in a long time, I started to feel a bit lonely and didn't know what to do. I was studying in a college town that was mostly surrounded by farmland and small towns with nothing to do or see. Not having had sex in a while, and being near my period which always makes me horny, I was also getting quite hot and frequently found myself using my vibrating massage tool for its unintended use.

Not into going out and picking someone up from this small town to take home with me (they probably knew people I knew anyway), I started thinking of adventurous sexual escapades I could get into. The one I decided on was to hitchhike with one of the many truckers that brings stuff in and out of town, go a ways to another town and then hitchhike back. The fun part would be that I was going to wear my light summer dress without bra or panties, seeing as how it was so hot out anyways. It was concealing enough that I could look decent if I didn't want to be seen, but also let me reveal a few things if the right opportunity arose. When standing up, it revealed my upper chest down to where the top of my small breasts just started to show (but no nipples). On the bottom, it came down to mid-thigh. I liked to reveal just enough to get someone excited, then think of them going home and jacking off while they think about me.

My Latest Nude Exposure (07 November 2010)

This is Valerie, just this past weekend I ended up naked in front of someone I had just recently met. He was a friend of my 24-year-old son and it was totally accidental on my part.

Matthew is on leave from the 'Air Force' and brought along a friend to enjoy their 'spring break' in Florida. Chad was a good-looking guy and very nice too. They had planned to go to Daytona Beach a couple times to check out the 'ladies', to visit 'Disney', and to just relax a couple weeks.

One Saturday night about a week after they arrived, I was tired after a long day of yard work and decided to go to bed before the rest of them. I awoke around midnight and noticed the house was very quite and my husband was not in bed, so I got up and went to the door and slowly opened it. The house was dark except for a light coming from the computer room.

Since I sleep nude, and have since we got married, I slipped down the hall quietly to see what my husband was up to. I looked slowly around the corner and noticed he was looking at our large collection of pictures of me in various stages of undress and completely nude we had taken over the years 30 years we've been together. Some of these pictures were taken before we were married. Yes, he has pictures of me topless and nude before we got married. But anyhow, he was alone so in slid quietly into the room and startled him.

I asked why he was looking at the pictures this time of night. He turned and smiled at me and told me he had been showing them to Chad. He loves showing people these pictures and has showed them to many of his friends. I don't mind at all, in fact I enjoy walking around in front of them knowing they had just seen some nude pictures of me. You can see in their eyes that they are looking at me trying to remember what I looked like naked. I still get excited when I know someone would love to see me naked.

My Japanese Neighbor (05 November 2010)

I lived in Japan for many years as a teacher instructing high school and university students for the Japanese government. For much of the time I was the only foreigner in my area. It was not an uncomfortable living. On the contrary, I was set up in an nicely furnished apartment overlooking the university and surrounded by friendly people. In my second week there, I met a young Japanese woman who would later become my girlfriend for the duration of my stay.

My apartment block was brand new when I moved in and while the government provided quite a lot in the way of furnishing, it was still bare bones. I had no TV, no VCR, no phone and, oh yeah, no cutlery, pots and pans.

I'd been in Japan only one week attending an International teacher's conference in Tokyo. This was in preparation for my arrival in the prefecture I would be teaching in. The week in Tokyo was amazing. Aside from the work during the day, there was dancing at night in Rappongi at Java Jive, the Lexington Queen, The Buzz and drinks at the Hard Rock Cafe with visiting members of the San Francisco 49ers and the Los Angeles Rams. That in itself, is worthy of a story.

Once that week was over, I was bussed along with 40 new teachers from Canada, the U.S., Australia, Britain, New Zealand and Ireland from Tokyo to Kofu. And from Kofu, I was picked up the teachers of my host school. I arrived at my school to meet the principal, the English staff and to get the rest of my luggage consisting of three suitcases which had been forwarded from Narita Airport. It was night already and I was hot, tired and very weary.

My Interview (03 November 2010)

Step after step up the red-carpeted stairs towards floor three of the New Administration Building I nervously repeat all the important information I had learned when I researched this company.

Glancing at my Nokia one last time as I ponder why a man would pick 1:17 pm as the time for my interview. Assuming the worst that he must be a total jerk but nonetheless a jerk I need to get in good with if I want to reach my goals. He is the only expert in the Northern Hemisphere that can do what he has done for the last 7 years so successfully.

I knock on the door as I say one last prayer that my clock is fast and I am not indeed already 3 minutes late. From the far side of the office I heard the words come in drift to me granting me permission to enter after what seems like an eternity.

I gently and slowly push the door just far enough to slip quietly inside. Lost for a moment soaking up the stunning view of this luxurious office I almost didn't notice the man standing in the corner gazing out the window at all the cars buzzing by on the street below.

The shockingly amazing sexy voice shattered the silence when he inquired, "Nervous yet?" It became very obvious that he was very aware of the fact that he was extremely intimidating.

All I have read about the man and all I had ever heard meant nothing at this particular moment. My right foot slightly tapping back and forth between the red and white square tiles that covered the majority of his floor had probably given me away somewhat. But, standing here face to face with him I couldn't deny it, " Yes, as a matter of fact I am a bit nervous."

"Well come over here and have a seat behind my desk, take a look at Navision, and lets see what you really know."

My Guest Discovery (01 November 2010)

My wife has a friend called Sue. Sue is a babe. She is mouth watering. She is all that and a bag of potato chips.

Sue has lovely curves, her breasts are a nice 34C and her legs are so fine. She is the whole package. Best of all she is single.

She split from her boyfriend and so my wife insisted that she came down to visit so they could "slag off men." and do all those usual girlie things that women do when one of them break up with a partner.

I didn't argue when I was told that Sue was coming and that was that. Why would I??

She's a babe and a damsel in distress

I'll hug her and tell her all men are pigs. Participate in there ritual. Say whatever I have to just so I can get a chance to hold Sue close.

Because she's a babe and I'm a pig. I mean getting to hug a beautiful woman and not get in trouble with the wife for doing it. Sounds like a sweet deal to me

Then to top it all getting royally rewarded for doing it. I don't know how I coped.

Anyway, getting back on track.

My Girlfriend`s Mother (30 October 2010)

This is the first in many adventures with Margaret, Stephanie and I. The day I visited Steph's Mom for the first time I'll never forget. It was 2 years ago when I started dating my girlfriend and after a few dates(nothing sexual)she asked me to go visit her Mom. Margaret is 44 years young, very well-to-do, and has been single for about 8 years. Those were the details Steph informed me on the trip to her Mom's. After an hour or so journey we arrived at her Mothers house.

We rang the doorbell a few times but there was no answer and the door was locked. It was about 11:00am and Steph had told her Mom that we'd be done around noontime. While Steph went to get her cell phone out of the car, she asked me to check around the back of the house. Maybe her Mom was gardening or something. Well when I opened the gate and turned the corner... I couldn't believe my eyes! I stopped in my tracks and stared in awe at the site of a completely nude, covered in suntan oil, woman masturbating furiously with an enormous dildo!

She had her right hand rubbing her clit and her left hand working the fake cock in and out... I became instantly erect! I kind of hid at the corner of the house as I spied her... that's when I heard the phone ringing! "Damn it!" her mother said before she picked up the phone on the table next to her...

"Hi Steph... what you're here already?!" As she stood up quickly and tried to gather herself... I was amazed at how beautiful she was... what a body... nice and firm tits and ass. "I'll be there in a second, hold on... okay" then she hung up the phone.

My Girlfriend`s First Exposure (28 October 2010)

"Do you think you'd ever wear it?"

I loved the skirt; I just doubted whether she would ever wear it out. It wasn't like her to wear mini skirts like that. She didn't like her legs; it was the one part of her body that she liked to keep hidden. Her legs are okay to me but I'm not a leg guy anyway. It was sweet of her to ask my advice though. We had gotten to the point in our relationship where we really cared what the other thought of how we dressed and looked. Besides, I loved shopping with her. The chance to see her in all sorts of clothes she may not normally wear was exciting for me.

"Don't you think my legs look too skinny?" she asked. She would barely come out of the changing room so I could see. Thing is, in that semi-sheer white tank top, I wasn't looking at her legs anyway. She has gorgeous breasts, with the sweetest protruding little nipples you could ever want. Thank god she warmed up to the concept of going braless in public.

"I think your legs are fine. Your ass looks incredible anyway, so don't worry so much about your legs." She does have an amazing ass. It gets noticed by almost every guy she walks past, although she is either too naïve, or embarrassed, to admit it.

"Okay, well I'll get it then. I just want to make sure I look okay in it."

"You look great, but don't get it unless you're seriously going to wear it. It's a waste of money to buy it and just have it sit in your closet forever. I'd rather you not get it if you think you won't have the courage to wear it."

My Girlfriend Had a Friend Over (26 October 2010)

Last night my g/f had a friend over, we'll call him Jim, she had never met Jim before in person, they had become friends online and wanted to hang out. He came over last night and they hung out in the living room. I stayed in our bedroom, as I had no interesting in hanging out with this guy. I wish I was able to see what happened, but I did not. This is what Alice told me happened...

Alice wore an extremely low cut shirt with a black push up bra, and skintight jeans (I had been encouraging her to wear something really revealing for him, and to find an excuse to take off her top all together.) The shirt was low cut down to her bra line; she wears 36D size cut, so with the push up bra and the low cut top, Jim was enjoying quite a view.

They sat on the couch and talked and had a few beers. The whole time Jim was making to attempt at hiding the fact that he was starring down Alice's top. Jim knew she had a b/f, but made it clear he wished she didn't. He continued flirting with her in that way.

Alice is 24; Jim is 19, so he was a little less experienced then she. At one point he asked for a kiss, when she said ok he kissed her on the lips (tried to get some tongue but she didn't) the kiss on the lips turned into a kiss on the neck, then on the collar bone, then the cleavage. He sat next to her on the couch with his left hand around her, and while he was kissing her cleavage he was feeling her with his right hand. First he felt her legs, then her stomach, then her crotch (through the jeans) then her left breast.

While feeling her left breast with his right hand, his left hand pulled back the top of her shirt and her bra exposing her right breast and sucked on her nipple. and she did nothing; she sat there and allowed him to.

My Forest Nymph (24 October 2010)

"Let me take your picture."

She blanches in horror at the suggestion. "Oh, God, no. I look awful. I'm a sweaty mess. We just hiked seven miles to get here."

I laugh. "You look amazing. You've never looked better. Trust me."

Playful swat. "Shut up. You've never seen me before today, doofus!"

I laugh. "I know. But seriously, you look amazing. You feel amazing, don't you, after that hike?"

"Absolutely. Especially with the company I had." Playful eyelashes, soft smile

I feel that last comment as a fluttering in my gut, but I try to push it aside for now. Focus on the task at hand. I really want to take this girl's picture. I want to take much more than that, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first.

"It shows. I'm telling you, you look delicious. You're glowing. Seriously."

Oh, fuck. Is that a blush? A little sound escapes from my lips. This girl is dangerous. I've known her a couple of hours, and already I'm spellbound. Damn.

I can feel her resolve waning, but she's still hesitating, probably for form's sake.

"Tell you what. After I'm done taking the pictures, we can look at them together, and I'll delete any that you don't like, right then and there."

My First Web Cam Experience (22 October 2010)

Rick was a pretty cool guy. We had flirted back and forth with one another for a few weeks now, and we don’t know if we will ever meet. He is an electrician and very outspoken with the ladies on the net. I create web pages for a living and love to spend time on line chatting. However, that was all about to change.

Rick wasn’t happy in his marriage; he is good looking, funny, and a good Internet friend. Our chats started out completely innocent. Mostly stuff like “how was your day”', and, “ what do you like to do for fun”'. We chatted on line almost every evening, and I couldn’t understand why he continually cut me short when it came to around 9:30. I thought maybe he had to get up early for work, or that he had errands to run. Then it dawned on me maybe he was chatting with other women on line. How can I please him, so he doesn’t go looking for someone else when he has me and the way I felt I would let him do with me what ever he pleased! As weeks passed by, our chats became more serious. We had discussed everything from what we want in life to how our kids had grown up and how we had drifted apart from our spouses. Around this time, our chats starting becoming more naughty, down right sexy and I loved every minute of it. We got more and more risqué. We began talking more and more about sex and how we both missed it in our lives.

We had done everything that people do when they first chat, exchanging pics back and forth. However, I had told Rick that I was a little shy and wasn’t sure if we should continue with this kind of arrangement. Even though he thought I was a hottie, I really wasn’t. He knew I wrote sex stories for a web site and that I was able to do almost anything I wrote about.

My First Walk (20 October 2010)

My name is Dorthy May, but my friends call me Dot. I'm a 42 year old Unix sysadmin. I'm actually a manager of sorts. I run a 12 hour shift, 11 pm to 11 am, Sunday night through Tuesday night, plus an 11 to to 3 Wednesday night. Nice gig, it gives me the whole weekend off.

My husband (ex-husband) and I were married for 8 years, but came to the realization that it wasn't working. Our divorce was final in February 2007. Don took the house, I got half the equity. Great timing!!! I rented for a while and bought a nice house that I could actually afford in mid April of this year. That's where this story begins.

Jackie and Max threw a "welcome to the neighborhood" party for me in late April. The weather was perfect! There must have been fifty people there, but it slowly dwindled down to Jackie, Max and me. I was pretty drunk, but I only had to walk a couple of houses down, so I wasn't concerned.

Jackie and I were talking about vacations. They took some pretty exotic ones. We went to her computer and she brought up some albums. I was looking at one of France. Spectacular scenery, really nice houses. To see where some great artists lived was neat. Then there were some beach scenes. I blushed. Jackie was topless.

Let me describe her, and me. She's a little shorter than me, maybe an inch. But in much better shape. She works out 5 or 6 days a week. The picture was a couple of years old. Her breasts would probably turn heads anywhere. Not those huge monsters, just nice. Bigger than mine.

Imagine (18 October 2010)

You are led by the hand to a room. You can't make out any of the details because your eyes are completely blindfolded.

You hear the door shut and a lock being turned. He comes closer to you. You feel a glass at your lips and smell the scent of wine.

"Keep your hands at your sides and do only what I tell you. I control the pleasure this evening," he says, "Drink."

You hear movement in the room, movement other than him. PANIC...who else is here...what is going on?

You start to say, "who..." but he puts his fingers to your lips and says, " no talking...trust me."

"Ok," you reply.

You take a sip from the glass and feel the warmth in your throat as the wine slips down. Your hands are still at your sides where you were told to keep them. You feel movement but...something is brushing your earlobe. It is light and gentle...his fingers?

You feel the air move about you and then hands are on your top blouse button. There is no pushing or pulling, the button almost seems to come undone on its own. The second follows the first and the third the second and so on. In no time you feel the ends of your blouse coming up from your skirt. You know he is doing it, but the movement is so smooth, it seems as if it is being done by the air.
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