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Girls lose & have to stay naked for 24 hours.
My name is Amy and a friend finally encouraged me to write about and share an embarrassing but exciting story that happened to us last year during spring break. We were juniors at a large college in New England and had a lot of close guy friends on the men"s lacrosse team. When the second semester began me and three of my friends from my sorority, Katie, Rachel, and Jen began dating four guys on the team. I was dating a guy named Teddy, Katie was dating John, and Rachel was dating Eric, and Jen was dating Mike. I think me and Katie were the best looking of us four girls. We both have blond hair and blue eyes and are both very thin and work out a lot. Although my chest is only 34b, I have gotten countless compliments at parties and at the gym on my butt and legs. We all knew each other from parties and stuff before we staring dating. Although we had all gotten to the point were monogamous, none of us had gotten too serious yet and we were all kinda just having fun. We were all going to Jamaica for spring break and we were all looking forward to it.
My name is Amy and a friend finally encouraged me to write about and share an embarrassing but exciting story that happened to us last year during spring break. We were juniors at a large college in New England and had a lot of close guy friends on the men”s lacrosse team. When the second semester began me and three of my friends from my sorority, Katie, Rachel, and Jen began dating four guys on the team. I was dating a guy named Teddy, Katie was dating John, and Rachel was dating Eric, and Jen was dating Mike. I think me and Katie were the best looking of us four girls. We both have blond hair and blue eyes and are both very thin and work out a lot. Although my chest is only 34b, I have gotten countless compliments at parties and at the gym on my butt and legs. We all knew each other from parties and stuff before we staring dating. Although we had all gotten to the point were monogamous, none of us had gotten too serious yet and we were all kinda just having fun. We were all going to Jamaica for spring break and we were all looking forward to it. Read more »
She rediscovers herself, & lets others discover her too.
Nancy Ryan was lying by her pool, letting the last full rays of the warm afternoon sun sooth her muscles. The large back yard was surrounded by a stripped sapling privacy screen. The pool shimmered invitingly alongside her chaise lounge. It had been a late night and it felt good to just let the sun warm her back. She felt wonderfully alive, was quietly thinking over her life.
Nancy had reached the middle time of life. The time between those years devoted to school and getting started in life and the dreaded old age portion. Those years of newfound freedom. When you have made it and want to enjoy the fruits of the labor. People guess her age to be 'early forties', and their guess is several years too young. She is pretty, and looks firm, with rounded curves and very pretty legs.
Nancy Ryan was lying by her pool, letting the last full rays of the warm afternoon sun sooth her muscles. The large back yard was surrounded by a stripped sapling privacy screen. The pool shimmered invitingly alongside her chaise lounge. It had been a late night and it felt good to just let the sun warm her back. She felt wonderfully alive, was quietly thinking over her life.
Nancy had reached the middle time of life. The time between those years devoted to school and getting started in life and the dreaded old age portion. Those years of newfound freedom. When you have made it and want to enjoy the fruits of the labor. People guess her age to be ‘early forties’, and their guess is several years too young. She is pretty, and looks firm, with rounded curves and very pretty legs. Read more »
Class project turns the tables on professor
Susan was a student in my Psychology of Learning class. She was an excellent student, never absent and always full of questions and curiosity. Susan was also an athlete, captain of the field hockey team. On game days, she would sit in the front row of class in her plaid skirt with her travel bag and her hockey sticks next to her seat. I confess that her strong tan legs under her skirt were sometimes a distraction. Even worse were the days she wore one of her mini skirts to class. Year after year the year the skirts just keep getting shorter. It is both a blessing and a curse. A front row full of young legs is surely a treat but I have more than once lost my place in a lecture as a result of an uncontrollable urge to peek at sleek thighs.
Susan was a student in my Psychology of Learning class. She was an excellent student, never absent and always full of questions and curiosity. Susan was also an athlete, captain of the field hockey team. On game days, she would sit in the front row of class in her plaid skirt with her travel bag and her hockey sticks next to her seat. I confess that her strong tan legs under her skirt were sometimes a distraction. Even worse were the days she wore one of her mini skirts to class. Year after year the year the skirts just keep getting shorter. It is both a blessing and a curse. A front row full of young legs is surely a treat but I have more than once lost my place in a lecture as a result of an uncontrollable urge to peek at sleek thighs. Read more »
She shows more when she's wet.
I have always enjoyed the attention I get from men when I wear white bikinis, particularly when they get wet. The dark shadow of my nipples and pubes always seams to attract the eyes of any virile male.
All my swim suits are white; I tell everyone that I wear white to show off my tan. Barry, my husband, must like them because he buys me new white swim wear every May for my Birthday. Things seam to get smaller and smaller each year.
I have been told many times that I have the figure to be a model. Although I'm not tall enough to be a fashion model and I think that my breasts are too small to be a glamour model, but they are my own and firm. My small dark nipples are high and always draw interest when I wear a thin cotton T shirt or tight vest without a bra.
I have always enjoyed the attention I get from men when I wear white bikinis, particularly when they get wet. The dark shadow of my nipples and pubes always seams to attract the eyes of any virile male.
All my swim suits are white; I tell everyone that I wear white to show off my tan. Barry, my husband, must like them because he buys me new white swim wear every May for my Birthday. Things seam to get smaller and smaller each year.
I have been told many times that I have the figure to be a model. Although I’m not tall enough to be a fashion model and I think that my breasts are too small to be a glamour model, but they are my own and firm. My small dark nipples are high and always draw interest when I wear a thin cotton T shirt or tight vest without a bra. Read more »
A "Good Girl" gets a close up view.
I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard my roommate, Michelle say, "OK Joe, We'll see you then."
I walked into the kitchen with one towel wrapped around my breasts, another drying my hair.
She was smiling, still holding the phone.
"What's up Michelle?" I asked.
"Katie, You remember Joe? He's in town and I invited him over for dinner tonight."
Michelle and Joe had been friends since high school. They had dated briefly but it ended after both agreed that dating each other was ruining their friendship. Michelle had confided in me that, about a year after they broke up, they had lost their virginity to each other on their High School graduation night. The following summer became a period of sexual experimentation between them. She described it as not using each other, but a mutual respect and understanding. Teaching and learning.
I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard my roommate, Michelle say, “OK Joe, We’ll see you then.”
I walked into the kitchen with one towel wrapped around my breasts, another drying my hair.
She was smiling, still holding the phone.
“What’s up Michelle?” I asked.
“Katie, You remember Joe? He’s in town and I invited him over for dinner tonight.”
Michelle and Joe had been friends since high school. They had dated briefly but it ended after both agreed that dating each other was ruining their friendship. Michelle had confided in me that, about a year after they broke up, they had lost their virginity to each other on their High School graduation night. The following summer became a period of sexual experimentation between them. She described it as not using each other, but a mutual respect and understanding. Teaching and learning. Read more »
She discovers topless sunbathing on NY beaches.
Hi my name is Carrie. Some of you probably remember me from my vacation story about when the airlines lost my bags and I spent most of the week in a borrowed bikini and less sometimes. Well I've graduated college and am now a responsible member of the working. Wrong! Don't get me wrong, I take my job very seriously and don't want to get fired, especially the way the economy is going, but still a girl has to have some fun.
This story actually happened at the very beginning of the But I'm just finishing it now. It's been a wild an crazy summer And now that it's over I'll try to tell you about some of my more memorable moments.
Hi my name is Carrie. Some of you probably remember me from my vacation story about when the airlines lost my bags and I spent most of the week in a borrowed bikini and less sometimes. Well I’ve graduated college and am now a responsible member of the working. Wrong! Don’t get me wrong, I take my job very seriously and don’t want to get fired, especially the way the economy is going, but still a girl has to have some fun.
This story actually happened at the very beginning of the But I’m just finishing it now. It’s been a wild an crazy summer And now that it’s over I’ll try to tell you about some of my more memorable moments. Read more »
She sees her friend at the hotel.
*Rachel Ch.7 - At The Hotel*
I"d arranged to meet Pete in his hotel room at around seven. He said that he"d make a reservation for us in the hotel restaurant for eight o"clock. All afternoon I planned what I was to wear, and imagined how I could continue with my exhibitionist exploits. I hoped that he wouldn"t have had second thoughts about what had happened.
I managed to find the hotel easily. Despite its grand name "The Excelsior" was just a Georgian town house that had been converted into a hotel. From the outside it was small, but very smart looking. I made my way up the steps to the entrance and went inside to the small lobby area. On my way to the stairs to Pete"s room I paused for a second to check out my reflection in a long, gilt-framed mirror near the entrance to the restaurant. The "classy" black dress I was wearing was quite short, but still respectable. The dress moulded my curves, accentuating my breasts and rounded hips. The neckline of the dress plunged into a sharp V shape that showed off my pale, deep cleavage. There was no need to worry about a VPL – I was only wearing a bra underneath the thin, silky material.
*Rachel Ch.7 - At The Hotel*
I”d arranged to meet Pete in his hotel room at around seven. He said that he”d make a reservation for us in the hotel restaurant for eight o”clock. All afternoon I planned what I was to wear, and imagined how I could continue with my exhibitionist exploits. I hoped that he wouldn”t have had second thoughts about what had happened.
I managed to find the hotel easily. Despite its grand name “The Excelsior” was just a Georgian town house that had been converted into a hotel. From the outside it was small, but very smart looking. I made my way up the steps to the entrance and went inside to the small lobby area. On my way to the stairs to Pete”s room I paused for a second to check out my reflection in a long, gilt-framed mirror near the entrance to the restaurant. The “classy” black dress I was wearing was quite short, but still respectable. The dress moulded my curves, accentuating my breasts and rounded hips. The neckline of the dress plunged into a sharp V shape that showed off my pale, deep cleavage. There was no need to worry about a VPL – I was only wearing a bra underneath the thin, silky material. Read more »
He wants to play in public.
As I explained in part 1, I love fulfilling men"s fantasies. I get on the singles phone lines and ask the guys what fantasy they would like fulfilled. If they sound really nice and sincere, I will meet with them and we discuss their fantasy. it is quite fulfilling to me to be able to do this. In fact, there are a few of the fantasies that were quite erotic and such a turn on that I frequently remember them when I am playing with myself. I get off quite quickly then.
Randy"s fantasy is one of my favorites. He wanted to be able to play with a woman in public. We decided on a movie theatre. it is quite dark most of the time, but it can get light enough for you to be able to see what you are doing. And since I am such an exhibitionist, then it was right up my alley.
As I explained in part 1, I love fulfilling men”s fantasies. I get on the singles phone lines and ask the guys what fantasy they would like fulfilled. If they sound really nice and sincere, I will meet with them and we discuss their fantasy. it is quite fulfilling to me to be able to do this. In fact, there are a few of the fantasies that were quite erotic and such a turn on that I frequently remember them when I am playing with myself. I get off quite quickly then.
Randy”s fantasy is one of my favorites. He wanted to be able to play with a woman in public. We decided on a movie theatre. it is quite dark most of the time, but it can get light enough for you to be able to see what you are doing. And since I am such an exhibitionist, then it was right up my alley. Read more »
The girls get naked at an RV campground.
My new friend Heather invited me on a weekend camping trip. I told her that I wasn't interested because I'm not the type of girl that likes to rough it in the great outdoors. I'm more of a pampered mint-on-the-pillow type of girl. However, she insisted vehemently so I accepted the invitation. Heather said that she wanted to do something nice for her little sister's eighteenth birthday. She thought it would be fun to take her sister and I on a camping trip before her father put the camper away for the winter. Heather assured me that it would just be the three of us. She also said that we were going to a "no frills" campground to simply relax and become one with nature.
My new friend Heather invited me on a weekend camping trip. I told her that I wasn’t interested because I’m not the type of girl that likes to rough it in the great outdoors. I’m more of a pampered mint-on-the-pillow type of girl. However, she insisted vehemently so I accepted the invitation. Heather said that she wanted to do something nice for her little sister’s eighteenth birthday. She thought it would be fun to take her sister and I on a camping trip before her father put the camper away for the winter. Heather assured me that it would just be the three of us. She also said that we were going to a “no frills” campground to simply relax and become one with nature. Read more »
She fulfills a fantasy with a flasher.
"I'd already been masturbating all morning. I had to get out of the house and go for a walk. I had to go somewhere public, somewhere VERY public so I wouldn't be tempted to shove my hands back down inside my pants - again!"
I had recently joined an online "Erotica" writing group and my initial curiosity of erotica and its subject matter, had grown rapidly and recently developed into a fully-fledged obsession. I couldn't keep away from the computer any available waking hour I had.
I'd started to get up an hour earlier than I needed before work just to go online, and when I got home from work in the afternoons, I had a little ritual of making a strong cup of coffee, locating the latest chocolate obsession in my cupboard and sitting down in front of the computer. I'd go online, click onto the site, and log in. I had an insatiable thirst to see what was new, to see who had written something really exciting, something that I hadn't yet read. I was constantly looking for those topics I had until recently, considered taboo.
“I’d already been masturbating all morning. I had to get out of the house and go for a walk. I had to go somewhere public, somewhere VERY public so I wouldn’t be tempted to shove my hands back down inside my pants - again!”
I had recently joined an online “Erotica” writing group and my initial curiosity of erotica and its subject matter, had grown rapidly and recently developed into a fully-fledged obsession. I couldn’t keep away from the computer any available waking hour I had.
I’d started to get up an hour earlier than I needed before work just to go online, and when I got home from work in the afternoons, I had a little ritual of making a strong cup of coffee, locating the latest chocolate obsession in my cupboard and sitting down in front of the computer. I’d go online, click onto the site, and log in. I had an insatiable thirst to see what was new, to see who had written something really exciting, something that I hadn’t yet read. I was constantly looking for those topics I had until recently, considered taboo. Read more »