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Exhibitionist babe is hired to help traveling salesman.
*PART 3: THE CELEBRATION*
At the hotel, Martin was indeed very lucky. Moments after checking into their room, he declared that it was "time to celebrate" and had Holly on her back, plowing her pussy with his 7-inch cock. She had discarded her thong in the car and now was still wearing the mini skirt, lycra top and heels as Martin drove into her, pumping her velvety pussy with long, powerful thrusts that she found pleasing if not orgasm-inducing. She had her legs over his shoulders and he was surging deeply into her, fucking her like it was their first time.
*PART 3: THE CELEBRATION*
At the hotel, Martin was indeed very lucky. Moments after checking into their room, he declared that it was “time to celebrate” and had Holly on her back, plowing her pussy with his 7-inch cock. She had discarded her thong in the car and now was still wearing the mini skirt, lycra top and heels as Martin drove into her, pumping her velvety pussy with long, powerful thrusts that she found pleasing if not orgasm-inducing. She had her legs over his shoulders and he was surging deeply into her, fucking her like it was their first time. Read more »
Three days of showing off.
*"Friday"*
Mark knocked on my office door, "Got a minuet Sam?"
"Sure what's up?"
"Well Sally and I were wondering if you Terry and Betty would like to come over for New years and then go to the beach the next day. Betty can bring a date of course."
I looked at him kind of hard. "Well I don't know. I will have to check with Terry and see if they have any plans. I will let you know later. Ok?"
"Yea sure," he looked down at the floor, "Umm you might just have Terry call Sally to work it out."
*”Friday”*
Mark knocked on my office door, “Got a minuet Sam?”
“Sure what’s up?”
“Well Sally and I were wondering if you Terry and Betty would like to come over for New years and then go to the beach the next day. Betty can bring a date of course.”
I looked at him kind of hard. “Well I don’t know. I will have to check with Terry and see if they have any plans. I will let you know later. Ok?”
“Yea sure,” he looked down at the floor, “Umm you might just have Terry call Sally to work it out.” Read more »
The Unfolding of the Fantasy.
*Part 1 - The Unfolding of the Fantasy*
Rebekkah was a little disgruntled as she sat at the airport gate waiting for the flight's arrival. Once again, it seemed Christian was passing a duty that he should be doing himself off onto her - like she didn't have a busy enough schedule of her own?
And yet admittedly, she was more than a little curious, having caught herself staring at Bryan's picture several times over the past months that she and Christian had been living together. What a contrast they were - Christian - her blonde God (in her eyes), slight of build, ever-changing hazel eyes, gentle of demeanour and Bryan - with his chiseled features and Irish good looks, black hair and piercing bright green eyes, the penultimate "hell raiser" according to Chris. Just thinking of them together (well, not really "together") made her squirm a little in her seat.
*Part 1 - The Unfolding of the Fantasy*
Rebekkah was a little disgruntled as she sat at the airport gate waiting for the flight’s arrival. Once again, it seemed Christian was passing a duty that he should be doing himself off onto her - like she didn’t have a busy enough schedule of her own?
And yet admittedly, she was more than a little curious, having caught herself staring at Bryan’s picture several times over the past months that she and Christian had been living together. What a contrast they were - Christian - her blonde God (in her eyes), slight of build, ever-changing hazel eyes, gentle of demeanour and Bryan - with his chiseled features and Irish good looks, black hair and piercing bright green eyes, the penultimate “hell raiser” according to Chris. Just thinking of them together (well, not really “together”) made her squirm a little in her seat. Read more »
Tease finally gets what's coming and then some.
"Author's note: In England the driver's side of a car is on the right. Hope you enjoy Sunita's continuing adventures."
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Sunita Johansson had always stood out from the crowd owing to the combination of coffee-coloured flesh inherited from a pretty Indian mother and a mane of golden hair accountable to a Swedish father. Yet until the age of 25, for reasons known only to Sunita herself, her sexuality had been repressed. However, courtesy of a series of steamy and voyeuristic telephone calls with the mysterious Paul and the interest shown by supervisor Brian, a man over twice her age, the genie was well and truly out of the bottle. As the volunteer worker followed Brian to the car, little did she know how the evening would unfold.
“Author’s note: In England the driver’s side of a car is on the right. Hope you enjoy Sunita’s continuing adventures.”
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Sunita Johansson had always stood out from the crowd owing to the combination of coffee-coloured flesh inherited from a pretty Indian mother and a mane of golden hair accountable to a Swedish father. Yet until the age of 25, for reasons known only to Sunita herself, her sexuality had been repressed. However, courtesy of a series of steamy and voyeuristic telephone calls with the mysterious Paul and the interest shown by supervisor Brian, a man over twice her age, the genie was well and truly out of the bottle. As the volunteer worker followed Brian to the car, little did she know how the evening would unfold. Read more »
He just ran an ad.
I suppose you could call me a voyeur, lord knows a peek down a lady's blouse or a flash of panties by accident will get me up and going in two seconds flat.
But peeking into windows or taking photos up some woman's dress can get your face attached to a telephone pole so I repressed the urges.
One thing I do for my own pleasure is go for a massage every week. Even the ones who are strictly legitimate are nice, and every once in awhile I can find a gal that actually likes to do a bit extra.
I suppose you could call me a voyeur, lord knows a peek down a lady’s blouse or a flash of panties by accident will get me up and going in two seconds flat.
But peeking into windows or taking photos up some woman’s dress can get your face attached to a telephone pole so I repressed the urges.
One thing I do for my own pleasure is go for a massage every week. Even the ones who are strictly legitimate are nice, and every once in awhile I can find a gal that actually likes to do a bit extra.
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One man's adventures on a Mediteranean nudist beach.
The small cove was nearly deserted as I carefully made my way down the steep, winding track. The sun had baked the cliffs and turned the mud into dust. As I got to the beach I kicked off my clothes, damp and sticky from the long climb down, and ran into the sea. The water was cool, good and clean as I swam half a dozen strokes underwater then flipped onto my back and surfaced. I was about 20m from the beach, looking up at the cliff I could see why the guidebook had said that this beach was for the dedicated sun worshipper. The path disappeared into pine trees about 150m up. The beach itself was only about 100m long and 20m wide at the most. There were about twenty people in small groups scattered around, most naked. Some had set up camp and obviously never moved from there, not wanting to face the climb or preferring to stay in this most beautiful of spots. There was one solid structure on the beach, made from lar! ge poles driven into the sand and more poles lashed to them with rope. Straw walls and a roof finished it off and there was a dark haired girl selling cold drinks and sandwiches. How they"d got the stuff down only became clear later when a quad bike arrived with more supplies. I swam back to the beach and waded up onto the sand. As the sun hit my body I felt the delicious warming sensation, salt water running down my face, back and legs and the shrunken feeling in my crotch that is the effect of sudden contact with cold water. Gathering my things together I found a spot on a large rock, not too far from the sandwich girl, and draped ass of my wet clothes over the rock to dry. Unrolling my beach mat I flopped back, naked and tired onto the warm sand.
The small cove was nearly deserted as I carefully made my way down the steep, winding track. The sun had baked the cliffs and turned the mud into dust. As I got to the beach I kicked off my clothes, damp and sticky from the long climb down, and ran into the sea. The water was cool, good and clean as I swam half a dozen strokes underwater then flipped onto my back and surfaced. I was about 20m from the beach, looking up at the cliff I could see why the guidebook had said that this beach was for the dedicated sun worshipper. The path disappeared into pine trees about 150m up. The beach itself was only about 100m long and 20m wide at the most. There were about twenty people in small groups scattered around, most naked. Some had set up camp and obviously never moved from there, not wanting to face the climb or preferring to stay in this most beautiful of spots. There was one solid structure on the beach, made from lar! ge poles driven into the sand and more poles lashed to them with rope. Straw walls and a roof finished it off and there was a dark haired girl selling cold drinks and sandwiches. How they”d got the stuff down only became clear later when a quad bike arrived with more supplies. I swam back to the beach and waded up onto the sand. As the sun hit my body I felt the delicious warming sensation, salt water running down my face, back and legs and the shrunken feeling in my crotch that is the effect of sudden contact with cold water. Gathering my things together I found a spot on a large rock, not too far from the sandwich girl, and draped ass of my wet clothes over the rock to dry. Unrolling my beach mat I flopped back, naked and tired onto the warm sand. Read more »
