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Tracy wants to show off.
'Rob?' Tracy asked me, 'Did your friend Ralph ever ask you about me?'
'What do you mean Trace?'
We were sitting alone in the living room. Teri was outside in the pool and we were expecting Trish to call about going out to dinner.
'Remember that day when he was here with you and I didn't know it? And I walked inside?'
'Oh yeah!' I smiled as I recalled how Ralph had reacted to seeing Tracy naked by the pool and then when she walked inside and flashed her ass and pussy while searching inside the refrigerator.
‘Rob?’ Tracy asked me, ‘Did your friend Ralph ever ask you about me?’
‘What do you mean Trace?’
We were sitting alone in the living room. Teri was outside in the pool and we were expecting Trish to call about going out to dinner.
‘Remember that day when he was here with you and I didn’t know it? And I walked inside?’
‘Oh yeah!’ I smiled as I recalled how Ralph had reacted to seeing Tracy naked by the pool and then when she walked inside and flashed her ass and pussy while searching inside the refrigerator. Read more »
Margie becomes a devoted exhibitionist.
My name is Todd and my girlfriend's name is Margie. She is completely devoted to me even with all my voyeuristic perversions. She loves me and she lives to make me happy by satisfying my every outrageous request.
It all started innocently enough about five years ago. I met Margie when she was only 18 years old and a senior in high school. I was 23 and the manager of a small convenience store. Margie lived in the neighborhood directly behind my store. She and her friend Michelle would come in the store to buy gum, soda or cigarettes.
My name is Todd and my girlfriend’s name is Margie. She is completely devoted to me even with all my voyeuristic perversions. She loves me and she lives to make me happy by satisfying my every outrageous request.
It all started innocently enough about five years ago. I met Margie when she was only 18 years old and a senior in high school. I was 23 and the manager of a small convenience store. Margie lived in the neighborhood directly behind my store. She and her friend Michelle would come in the store to buy gum, soda or cigarettes. Read more »
Colin returns from college to find new neighbors.
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Chapter One
My life never was the same after Rose came into my life. Even twenty years later I"m a different man than I would have been without her. Rose was the girl that forced me to make that tiny step between really living life and just passing through.
Rose lived in the house behind ours. She moved into our neighborhood sometime during my sophomore year of college. I was down attending school in Southern California, although my parents lived in New Hampshire. Maybe that is part of the reason that my experience Rose is so real. There was no warning for me. I had no idea the house behind ours had new owners until I came home in May, and by then they were all moved in. And it was the shock of that knowledge that truly begins this story.
“Please if you like this story, send me feedback and vote. Other than that, enjoy.”
Chapter One
My life never was the same after Rose came into my life. Even twenty years later I”m a different man than I would have been without her. Rose was the girl that forced me to make that tiny step between really living life and just passing through.
Rose lived in the house behind ours. She moved into our neighborhood sometime during my sophomore year of college. I was down attending school in Southern California, although my parents lived in New Hampshire. Maybe that is part of the reason that my experience Rose is so real. There was no warning for me. I had no idea the house behind ours had new owners until I came home in May, and by then they were all moved in. And it was the shock of that knowledge that truly begins this story. Read more »
Pamela's secret fantasies complement Peter's.
The room was dark and he reached in and turned on the lights.
Peter had certainly been busy. The room resembled the interior of a porn shop. Decorating the walls were shelves containing every device imaginable, for stimulation of either the male or female genitalia. In one far corner of the room he had set up his office, his computer still turned on to the internet. There was a small mountain of icons denoting messages, still unattended. Instead of his computer manuals were a neat set of books marked for orders, memberships and dispatch records among other things
The room was dark and he reached in and turned on the lights.
Peter had certainly been busy. The room resembled the interior of a porn shop. Decorating the walls were shelves containing every device imaginable, for stimulation of either the male or female genitalia. In one far corner of the room he had set up his office, his computer still turned on to the internet. There was a small mountain of icons denoting messages, still unattended. Instead of his computer manuals were a neat set of books marked for orders, memberships and dispatch records among other things Read more »
Divorced woman spies on her lawn boy.
She hired Sam to mow her lawn the summer after his freshman year in college. She had known him since he was a little boy. Lucy was 35 and recently divorced, raising her daughter alone. Sam came over every Saturday around 1:00 p.m. to mow and trim the lawn, usually while Lucy was grocery shopping. On an afternoon in July, Lucy came home and noticed that the lawn mower was still in the yard, but Sam was nowhere to be found. She called his name and, in a few minutes, he came out from behind the garage. He looked flustered and the top button of his jeans was undone.
She hired Sam to mow her lawn the summer after his freshman year in college. She had known him since he was a little boy. Lucy was 35 and recently divorced, raising her daughter alone. Sam came over every Saturday around 1:00 p.m. to mow and trim the lawn, usually while Lucy was grocery shopping. On an afternoon in July, Lucy came home and noticed that the lawn mower was still in the yard, but Sam was nowhere to be found. She called his name and, in a few minutes, he came out from behind the garage. He looked flustered and the top button of his jeans was undone. Read more »
Group of women enjoy their first CFNM experience.
A couple of months ago, a bunch of girlfriends and I were messing about in an internet chat room. It was one of those adult chat rooms in which people make various confessions about their sex lives under the least likely of pseudonyms – how they get off, what they did to their neighbour the other day, the kind of underwear they go to work in, and so forth. It was all pretty dull and predictable until we came across the following more direct address:
Message posted by:} Dick Force } 20.05.02
A couple of months ago, a bunch of girlfriends and I were messing about in an internet chat room. It was one of those adult chat rooms in which people make various confessions about their sex lives under the least likely of pseudonyms – how they get off, what they did to their neighbour the other day, the kind of underwear they go to work in, and so forth. It was all pretty dull and predictable until we came across the following more direct address:
Message posted by:} Dick Force } 20.05.02 Read more »
Vacation turns into stripping at an amateur contest.
"Crystal graciouly read this over for me and gave her approval. Find her stories under the name crystal607."
Crystal could hear the sound of the waves breaking softly along the beautiful shore line from the little cabin she and her husband, Barry, were staying in for the next two weeks. They were in a rustic resort along the western shore of Lake Michigan in the USA. This was their first trip to the states, and it had been a difficult time for them in deciding where to go. But a friend of Barry's had an uncle who owned this resort near the town of Waukegan, Illinois, just north of Chicago. They were close enough to the big city so that they could enjoy the sights and night life there, but have the beautiful beach right outside their cabin during the day. Crystal was excited about trying out the new one piece gold suit Barry had bought for her just before they left, as well as the two skimpy bikini's she had picked up herself. She wasn't sure about the bikini's, because she had heard that the Midwest in America was very conservative. She would check things out tomorrow.
“Crystal graciouly read this over for me and gave her approval. Find her stories under the name crystal607.”
Crystal could hear the sound of the waves breaking softly along the beautiful shore line from the little cabin she and her husband, Barry, were staying in for the next two weeks. They were in a rustic resort along the western shore of Lake Michigan in the USA. This was their first trip to the states, and it had been a difficult time for them in deciding where to go. But a friend of Barry’s had an uncle who owned this resort near the town of Waukegan, Illinois, just north of Chicago. They were close enough to the big city so that they could enjoy the sights and night life there, but have the beautiful beach right outside their cabin during the day. Crystal was excited about trying out the new one piece gold suit Barry had bought for her just before they left, as well as the two skimpy bikini’s she had picked up herself. She wasn’t sure about the bikini’s, because she had heard that the Midwest in America was very conservative. She would check things out tomorrow. Read more »
You have a delicious quickie in the park.
Secret meetings in the most obscure and spontaneous places cause moisture within my private lips. We drive to the park in the middle of the afternoon. There are a few city workers cutting tree branches, but they are not close enough to notice your hands disappear beneath my skirt. Squealing in delight, I glance at the white SUV only a few yards in front of us. The driver seems too preoccupied with his cell phone conversation to take any notice of us. Grabbing the collar of your shirt, I pull you to the kiddy playground, where I spot the piece of equipment to be christened with our love juices. Our mouths go crazy with lust, kissing with passion and sucking tongues with vigor. Pushing me backwards, you gently let me fall onto the metal slide behind me. It is warm from the sun's heat, but it is no competition for the scorching condition of my pussy.
Secret meetings in the most obscure and spontaneous places cause moisture within my private lips. We drive to the park in the middle of the afternoon. There are a few city workers cutting tree branches, but they are not close enough to notice your hands disappear beneath my skirt. Squealing in delight, I glance at the white SUV only a few yards in front of us. The driver seems too preoccupied with his cell phone conversation to take any notice of us. Grabbing the collar of your shirt, I pull you to the kiddy playground, where I spot the piece of equipment to be christened with our love juices. Our mouths go crazy with lust, kissing with passion and sucking tongues with vigor. Pushing me backwards, you gently let me fall onto the metal slide behind me. It is warm from the sun’s heat, but it is no competition for the scorching condition of my pussy. Read more »
Two couples watch each other play.
*It's A Daytona 500 Party, Your Own Hooters Girl Included*
It's a beautiful Sunday morning, and I'm off to church. Hubby is opting out today because the 1st Nascar race of the year starts promptly at noon. He decided to stay at home and make up a few batches of hot wings for the party we were having.
I get done with church and get back home about 10 minutes before our company arrives. It's a nice day so I put on a pair of short black shorts and my favorite #3 half shirt.
Shelly and Rob arrive right on time. As Rob and Jon settle in to watch the pre-race coverage Shelly and I head to the kitchen to retrieve all the food and beers for everyone. We settle in Jon and I on one sofa, Rob and Shelly on the other. We exchange the usual small talk, who's in what car this year, odds that this person will take 5th or better, while we munch along on chips, dip, and hot wings.
*It’s A Daytona 500 Party, Your Own Hooters Girl Included*
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, and I’m off to church. Hubby is opting out today because the 1st Nascar race of the year starts promptly at noon. He decided to stay at home and make up a few batches of hot wings for the party we were having.
I get done with church and get back home about 10 minutes before our company arrives. It’s a nice day so I put on a pair of short black shorts and my favorite #3 half shirt.
Shelly and Rob arrive right on time. As Rob and Jon settle in to watch the pre-race coverage Shelly and I head to the kitchen to retrieve all the food and beers for everyone. We settle in Jon and I on one sofa, Rob and Shelly on the other. We exchange the usual small talk, who’s in what car this year, odds that this person will take 5th or better, while we munch along on chips, dip, and hot wings. Read more »
Washing a woman's hair can turn erotic.
I've been a hair stylist for a few years now. Let me first answer a question I get all the time. No, I'm not gay. A lot of male hair stylists are including some famous ones. I became a hair stylist to meet women. In the relaxed atmosphere of the salon that I work at women open up. For a brief 30 minutes they are made to feel beautiful. Attention is paid to them and their wishes are carried out.
I see women from all walks of life. The most interesting of my clients are the married women. Everyday they toil away at jobs and their families. In their eyes it seems like no one really appreciates them except their hair stylist. When they sit in my chair I make them the focus of my attention. They tell me all about their lives and sexual desires.
I’ve been a hair stylist for a few years now. Let me first answer a question I get all the time. No, I’m not gay. A lot of male hair stylists are including some famous ones. I became a hair stylist to meet women. In the relaxed atmosphere of the salon that I work at women open up. For a brief 30 minutes they are made to feel beautiful. Attention is paid to them and their wishes are carried out.
I see women from all walks of life. The most interesting of my clients are the married women. Everyday they toil away at jobs and their families. In their eyes it seems like no one really appreciates them except their hair stylist. When they sit in my chair I make them the focus of my attention. They tell me all about their lives and sexual desires. Read more »