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Exposing it all for anyone
My husband asked me to accompany him on a business trip and, as I felt I needed a break from my own business, I decided to accept his offer. It was only for a few days in Eastbourne but I hoped this would give me the opportunity to somehow show myself off a little - or even a lot! It had been ages since I last had a "naughty' experience and I sure needed some sexual stimulation in my life again. I think it must have been a month since I last had even basic sex.
We arrived at our hotel late at night and went straight to bed as we were both tired after a long, hectic day. I knew a good sleep would have me randy and raring to go the next day.
My husband asked me to accompany him on a business trip and, as I felt I needed a break from my own business, I decided to accept his offer. It was only for a few days in Eastbourne but I hoped this would give me the opportunity to somehow show myself off a little - or even a lot! It had been ages since I last had a “naughty’ experience and I sure needed some sexual stimulation in my life again. I think it must have been a month since I last had even basic sex.
We arrived at our hotel late at night and went straight to bed as we were both tired after a long, hectic day. I knew a good sleep would have me randy and raring to go the next day. Read more »
Third of four installments.
The following week, Mitchell had lunch with his good friend Stuart.
"So how's the old love life?" Stuart asked, being to the point as usual.
"Okay, I guess. I actually had a date last week."
"No kidding. Great. How'd it go?"
"The date was terrific, but I don't think it's going anyplace, certainly not where she wants to go."
"Who was it?"
"A cute little mom from Timothy's school. Said I was too intense for her. Nice girl, just not for me."
"Sorry to hear that," Stuart replied. "But at least it's a start. So how's it going with the nanny?"
The following week, Mitchell had lunch with his good friend Stuart.
“So how’s the old love life?” Stuart asked, being to the point as usual.
“Okay, I guess. I actually had a date last week.”
“No kidding. Great. How’d it go?”
“The date was terrific, but I don’t think it’s going anyplace, certainly not where she wants to go.”
“Who was it?”
“A cute little mom from Timothy’s school. Said I was too intense for her. Nice girl, just not for me.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Stuart replied. “But at least it’s a start. So how’s it going with the nanny?” Read more »
She exposes all for the camera.
I looked at my husband's expression, it was one of almost disbelief at what he was seeing. There I was, my naked body covered in spunk, a green substitute cock deep inside my now shaven pussy and my legs spread wide apart. He shook his head, turned around and went out of the door.
"Wait, wait," I cried out, "I'll explain, I'll explain, don't go."
By the time I stood up and removed the saturated cucumber he was gone. I hid my nudity behind the front door of our holiday cottage and watched him drive away with tears streaming down my face.
I looked at my husband’s expression, it was one of almost disbelief at what he was seeing. There I was, my naked body covered in spunk, a green substitute cock deep inside my now shaven pussy and my legs spread wide apart. He shook his head, turned around and went out of the door.
“Wait, wait,” I cried out, “I’ll explain, I’ll explain, don’t go.”
By the time I stood up and removed the saturated cucumber he was gone. I hid my nudity behind the front door of our holiday cottage and watched him drive away with tears streaming down my face. Read more »
She finds getting her top wet in public is fun.
Unlike most people, I sometimes enjoy getting wet not just wet but soaking wet in the rain. I've always enjoyed playing in the rain and getting soaking wet, even as a little girl. But my 'pleasure' with getting wet started while I was still in high school. I had just turned 18 and a boy I grew up with took me downtown to a local festival for my birthday present. We had been a neighbors and good friends most of my life. It was a very warm day and all I was wearing was a light blue halter top, jean short-shorts and sandals. Rain storms blew up quickly and before we had time made it to his car we were wet. Jason sat behind the wheel and stared at me as if he was in shock. I asked why he was looking at me so weird and he mumbled that he could see right through my top. I looked down and could easily see my nipples through the wet blue material. I was a little embarrassed and folded my arms in front of me telling him to take me home.
Unlike most people, I sometimes enjoy getting wet not just wet but soaking wet in the rain. I’ve always enjoyed playing in the rain and getting soaking wet, even as a little girl. But my ‘pleasure’ with getting wet started while I was still in high school. I had just turned 18 and a boy I grew up with took me downtown to a local festival for my birthday present. We had been a neighbors and good friends most of my life. It was a very warm day and all I was wearing was a light blue halter top, jean short-shorts and sandals. Rain storms blew up quickly and before we had time made it to his car we were wet. Jason sat behind the wheel and stared at me as if he was in shock. I asked why he was looking at me so weird and he mumbled that he could see right through my top. I looked down and could easily see my nipples through the wet blue material. I was a little embarrassed and folded my arms in front of me telling him to take me home. Read more »
Who exactly is playing here?
A beautiful woman walks down the boardwalk. There are a lot of beautiful women around here, and a lot of them walk this way, this one didn't seem that special at first glance. Maybe it was the lack of fake blonde hair, fake boobs or fake tan. No, that wasn't it; a woman can carry all that baggage around and still manage to be interesting in her own right. I watched her for a moment, walking along, sketchpad under one arm.
I knew.
She was wearing a short, tight sundress. Nothing special, not when you can look around and spot a half dozen women in bikini's like they were born wearing them. The dress was a little on the small side, ill fitting. Normally that's bad, but this seemed deliberate, a choice. The low cut back and spaghetti shoulders precluded a bra of any sort, but the dress supported her bouncing breasts fine, almost shelving them for display. I could see from where I watched her nipples poking into the cups. I watched the hem sway around her upper thighs as she walked on her wedge sandals and I knew.
A beautiful woman walks down the boardwalk. There are a lot of beautiful women around here, and a lot of them walk this way, this one didn’t seem that special at first glance. Maybe it was the lack of fake blonde hair, fake boobs or fake tan. No, that wasn’t it; a woman can carry all that baggage around and still manage to be interesting in her own right. I watched her for a moment, walking along, sketchpad under one arm.
I knew.
She was wearing a short, tight sundress. Nothing special, not when you can look around and spot a half dozen women in bikini’s like they were born wearing them. The dress was a little on the small side, ill fitting. Normally that’s bad, but this seemed deliberate, a choice. The low cut back and spaghetti shoulders precluded a bra of any sort, but the dress supported her bouncing breasts fine, almost shelving them for display. I could see from where I watched her nipples poking into the cups. I watched the hem sway around her upper thighs as she walked on her wedge sandals and I knew. Read more »
Hairy Carla gets new role.
I had been the toast of Hollywood's seamier movies for two decades and had been leading a secluded lifestyle though I was now in my late forties. As a young teenager I had been part of the Italian group lead by Sophia Loren and Gina who had wound up in Hollywood and whilst the others had made it big I was the Queen of the B grade soft porn movies. In fact some of my biggest hits made more money than those made by my illustrious peers yet I lagged behind.
Not that I was not a sultry sex bomb. In my heyday I had my share my fans and lovers. Men loved me for my long hair and beautiful eyes not to speak of my big breasts. However there was one other sphere that I was unique, I was the first Hollywood star who did not shave her armpits. There was not a single movie of mine where my bushy pits were not exposed. My fan mail almost always contained reference to my unshaven pits and many of the roles had me lifting my arms and displaying my thick dark armpit hair.
I had been the toast of Hollywood’s seamier movies for two decades and had been leading a secluded lifestyle though I was now in my late forties. As a young teenager I had been part of the Italian group lead by Sophia Loren and Gina who had wound up in Hollywood and whilst the others had made it big I was the Queen of the B grade soft porn movies. In fact some of my biggest hits made more money than those made by my illustrious peers yet I lagged behind.
Not that I was not a sultry sex bomb. In my heyday I had my share my fans and lovers. Men loved me for my long hair and beautiful eyes not to speak of my big breasts. However there was one other sphere that I was unique, I was the first Hollywood star who did not shave her armpits. There was not a single movie of mine where my bushy pits were not exposed. My fan mail almost always contained reference to my unshaven pits and many of the roles had me lifting my arms and displaying my thick dark armpit hair. Read more »
