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She tries a skirt made especially for her.
On Monday morning, Memorial Day, I woke up with an erection of patriotic proportions. Not the coda to an erotic dream, but anticipation of the day to come. "Easy there, boy," I said as I hopped out of bed.
Yesterday had been intense. Two gorgeous women -- Carmen, and Gary's girlfriend Lynn -- dared each other to show off more skin in an outdoor garden. This accelerated delightfully out of control, leading to both girls naked, Gary getting to second base with Carmen, and Lynn screaming and punching him. To cap off the afternoon, Carmen sunbathed nude in the park, and then climbed on top and fucked me silly. (See previous chapter.)
On Monday morning, Memorial Day, I woke up with an erection of patriotic proportions. Not the coda to an erotic dream, but anticipation of the day to come. “Easy there, boy,” I said as I hopped out of bed.
Yesterday had been intense. Two gorgeous women — Carmen, and Gary’s girlfriend Lynn — dared each other to show off more skin in an outdoor garden. This accelerated delightfully out of control, leading to both girls naked, Gary getting to second base with Carmen, and Lynn screaming and punching him. To cap off the afternoon, Carmen sunbathed nude in the park, and then climbed on top and fucked me silly. (See previous chapter.) Read more »
Day of relaxing turns intense.
It was a morning where neither of us HAD to be anywhere. A day to relax was in order. We had both been so busy with work and well, life, that we had not just taken a day to relax and enjoy a day together. Luckily neither of us required sleep because we had still been able to pleasure one another at odd hours of the day. That is something we would never miss regardless of how busy we were.
We decided that we would travel to the river for the day. It was a beautiful day out and we had packed snacks, a radio and some sun lotion. Nothing else was in our bags, no cell phones, no beepers. We found a nice secluded place and lay down our blanket ready to enjoy the quiet. We were close to the water so as it got warm; we could walk in and cool off. The day was perfect. We were enjoying the sun, the breeze and each other, catching up with the details of things.
It was a morning where neither of us HAD to be anywhere. A day to relax was in order. We had both been so busy with work and well, life, that we had not just taken a day to relax and enjoy a day together. Luckily neither of us required sleep because we had still been able to pleasure one another at odd hours of the day. That is something we would never miss regardless of how busy we were.
We decided that we would travel to the river for the day. It was a beautiful day out and we had packed snacks, a radio and some sun lotion. Nothing else was in our bags, no cell phones, no beepers. We found a nice secluded place and lay down our blanket ready to enjoy the quiet. We were close to the water so as it got warm; we could walk in and cool off. The day was perfect. We were enjoying the sun, the breeze and each other, catching up with the details of things. Read more »
The girls get some action.
Sitting in the open topped roadster, as Clara skilfully piloted it around the twisty curves of Chapman's Peak, was exhilarating. The silver Mercedes SL effortlessly glided down the tarmac, with towering rock face on the one side, and glittering Atlantic ocean on the other. It was late afternoon, and the sun was getting low, bathing everything in a warm, crimson glow. I felt like a celebrity in a music video.
I looked over at Clara. The wind was ruffling her hair around her beautiful face as we entered Camps Bay. She had a slight smile on her face, as if she were anticipating something. She must have felt my gaze on her lips as she turned to look at me. She gripped my upper leg and shook it shouting "Aren't you excited!?" I smiled back at her, nodding in confirmation.
Sitting in the open topped roadster, as Clara skilfully piloted it around the twisty curves of Chapman’s Peak, was exhilarating. The silver Mercedes SL effortlessly glided down the tarmac, with towering rock face on the one side, and glittering Atlantic ocean on the other. It was late afternoon, and the sun was getting low, bathing everything in a warm, crimson glow. I felt like a celebrity in a music video.
I looked over at Clara. The wind was ruffling her hair around her beautiful face as we entered Camps Bay. She had a slight smile on her face, as if she were anticipating something. She must have felt my gaze on her lips as she turned to look at me. She gripped my upper leg and shook it shouting “Aren’t you excited!?” I smiled back at her, nodding in confirmation. Read more »
A boy, a girl and a camera.
CHAPTER ONE
It was the walk up the stairs I seem to remember most. Simply thinking about it always sets my heart to thumping. I find myself, mostly late at night, but too, at the oddest and occasionally in the most public of situations, succumbing to the daydream and reliving vividly everything about each step, from the creak of that one loose board to how her hair looked in the afternoon light and the way her dress moved as I followed, watching her from behind. It was one of the most singular events in my life, so alive, so indelible, imbued upon me with a level of immediacy and intensity, I'm sure, something akin to the scale of awareness and anticipation a condemned man must experience, when he takes that last, long walk.
CHAPTER ONE
It was the walk up the stairs I seem to remember most. Simply thinking about it always sets my heart to thumping. I find myself, mostly late at night, but too, at the oddest and occasionally in the most public of situations, succumbing to the daydream and reliving vividly everything about each step, from the creak of that one loose board to how her hair looked in the afternoon light and the way her dress moved as I followed, watching her from behind. It was one of the most singular events in my life, so alive, so indelible, imbued upon me with a level of immediacy and intensity, I’m sure, something akin to the scale of awareness and anticipation a condemned man must experience, when he takes that last, long walk. Read more »
Dawn likes to tease and torment her boyfriend's roommate.
*"Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!)."*
*"Synopsis: Dawn likes to flaunt her sexuality in front of her boyfriend's roommate. She increasingly teases and torments him in a variety of compromising situations."*
*"Warning: Yes, there is sex in this story. No, it doesn't happen right away. If you are looking for a story with raunchy sex at the get-go that never lets up, you probably won't enjoy this. Most of the scenes are a build-up of erotically charged circumstances."*
*”Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!).”*
*”Synopsis: Dawn likes to flaunt her sexuality in front of her boyfriend’s roommate. She increasingly teases and torments him in a variety of compromising situations.”*
*”Warning: Yes, there is sex in this story. No, it doesn’t happen right away. If you are looking for a story with raunchy sex at the get-go that never lets up, you probably won’t enjoy this. Most of the scenes are a build-up of erotically charged circumstances.”* Read more »
He's seduced by young women in midst of concert.
"(continued from Watching the Zabernians Chapter 1)"
Jasper went through the gate. He was feeling back to normal now he was away from the exhibitionist couples. He could wander around the amphitheatre and select a place to watch the Zabernians and relax as the introductory performers played to the arriving audience.
He walked along the short path across the park towards the amphitheatre. The amphitheatre was down, built into the dip of the park so that watchers on the hill behind could watch and listen to the performance, although they were not inside the amphitheatre. He was rising up the hill amongst the gradual flow of fans. The amphitheatre walls were low, disappearing under the hill where the hill rose above it. He headed towards a nearby gateway on the side of the hill. His path graced over the hill and fell into steps leading down into the gate. As he crested the hill he could see over the wall of the amphitheatre into it. The amphitheatre dropped downwards quite steeply, it seemed to Jasper, a long way down to the large raised stage at the bottom. He was slightly left of centre to the stage. He could see the crowds gathering down below in the amphitheatre. Most were crowding on the lower levels, near the stage, to be nearer the band, but many chose the atmosphere of sitting (or standing) on the higher levels for the feeling of being high above the performance and the crowds. The view was fantastic. Beyond the stage Jasper could see over the tiers of levels and seating for accompanists and dancers, down into the heart of the city itself with its tall skyscrapers and pleasure domes, high walkways and architectural excess.
“(continued from Watching the Zabernians Chapter 1)”
Jasper went through the gate. He was feeling back to normal now he was away from the exhibitionist couples. He could wander around the amphitheatre and select a place to watch the Zabernians and relax as the introductory performers played to the arriving audience.
He walked along the short path across the park towards the amphitheatre. The amphitheatre was down, built into the dip of the park so that watchers on the hill behind could watch and listen to the performance, although they were not inside the amphitheatre. He was rising up the hill amongst the gradual flow of fans. The amphitheatre walls were low, disappearing under the hill where the hill rose above it. He headed towards a nearby gateway on the side of the hill. His path graced over the hill and fell into steps leading down into the gate. As he crested the hill he could see over the wall of the amphitheatre into it. The amphitheatre dropped downwards quite steeply, it seemed to Jasper, a long way down to the large raised stage at the bottom. He was slightly left of centre to the stage. He could see the crowds gathering down below in the amphitheatre. Most were crowding on the lower levels, near the stage, to be nearer the band, but many chose the atmosphere of sitting (or standing) on the higher levels for the feeling of being high above the performance and the crowds. The view was fantastic. Beyond the stage Jasper could see over the tiers of levels and seating for accompanists and dancers, down into the heart of the city itself with its tall skyscrapers and pleasure domes, high walkways and architectural excess. Read more »
A couple meets another couple after playing in chat rooms.
We have been chatting and swapping pictures with a few couples online. We have had lots of fun fucking and sucking on the video camera for the enjoyment of our newfound friends. We decide to move to the next level, meeting a couple and having sex in the same room/bed as we are. Not swapping or joining in but just a live sex show, only inches away. At least not yet…
We agree to meet them for dinner and see what happens. You dress up in a new silk black & red blouse we found somewhere. You pull on the new denim skirt, which really sets off your ass. We have both worked at losing a few pounds and you never fail to flaunt it in my face that you are losing it faster than I am. It is ok, as I get to enjoy the return of the shapely ass I married and enjoy your new confidence. You look just absolutely fucking hot. I am also wearing a silk shirt and black silk pants that are snug across my ass, which you grab whenever I walk by.
We have been chatting and swapping pictures with a few couples online. We have had lots of fun fucking and sucking on the video camera for the enjoyment of our newfound friends. We decide to move to the next level, meeting a couple and having sex in the same room/bed as we are. Not swapping or joining in but just a live sex show, only inches away. At least not yet…
We agree to meet them for dinner and see what happens. You dress up in a new silk black & red blouse we found somewhere. You pull on the new denim skirt, which really sets off your ass. We have both worked at losing a few pounds and you never fail to flaunt it in my face that you are losing it faster than I am. It is ok, as I get to enjoy the return of the shapely ass I married and enjoy your new confidence. You look just absolutely fucking hot. I am also wearing a silk shirt and black silk pants that are snug across my ass, which you grab whenever I walk by. Read more »
