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A wife tries to surprise hubby for his Birthday.
When I woke up on Saturday morning my bed was empty. My husband had to work -- on his own birthday! I agree, it is totally unfair, but he had to install the new lighting system and one-way mirrors in the dressing rooms at 'The G String', a bikini store he manages in Venice Beach. In order to ensure the dressing rooms would be monitored properly tiny lights will be activated each time the dressing room doors are opened; my husband, so clever.
It seems there is a new style that is quite popular this season and, unfortunately, the girls are stealing them. He intends on hiring some women to man the mirrors in the near future, but today he is going to do it himself: says it is to make certain everything works as advertised ... yeah right. No really, I don't mind him looking at some hotties from the beach, he is the "looky no touchy" sort of husband, so just one day of peeping isn't going to get me too concerned; and besides, it will work out great for my birthday surprise. I'm going to be his personal, 'lil hotty'.
When I woke up on Saturday morning my bed was empty. My husband had to work — on his own birthday! I agree, it is totally unfair, but he had to install the new lighting system and one-way mirrors in the dressing rooms at ‘The G String’, a bikini store he manages in Venice Beach. In order to ensure the dressing rooms would be monitored properly tiny lights will be activated each time the dressing room doors are opened; my husband, so clever.
It seems there is a new style that is quite popular this season and, unfortunately, the girls are stealing them. He intends on hiring some women to man the mirrors in the near future, but today he is going to do it himself: says it is to make certain everything works as advertised … yeah right. No really, I don’t mind him looking at some hotties from the beach, he is the “looky no touchy” sort of husband, so just one day of peeping isn’t going to get me too concerned; and besides, it will work out great for my birthday surprise. I’m going to be his personal, ‘lil hotty’. 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 »
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 »
Two strangers travel together by train.
One short note about trains and their cars. This story took place in France, where for the "Corail" trains, two types of cars exist. Some cars are split in two, each half seating about 50 passengers. Other cars, that are older, are divided in compartments that seat 8, separated from the corridor by a glass-paneled sliding door fitted with curtains.
One year ago, I got promoted. Everything was fine, and still is. I enjoy a better salary, new responsibilities, but my new office is 80 km (50 miles) from home, so I have to take the train every day, for a 60-minute journey.
One short note about trains and their cars. This story took place in France, where for the “Corail” trains, two types of cars exist. Some cars are split in two, each half seating about 50 passengers. Other cars, that are older, are divided in compartments that seat 8, separated from the corridor by a glass-paneled sliding door fitted with curtains.
One year ago, I got promoted. Everything was fine, and still is. I enjoy a better salary, new responsibilities, but my new office is 80 km (50 miles) from home, so I have to take the train every day, for a 60-minute journey. Read more »
A Prof and his wife film sex with his busty student.
My wife and I were voyeurs. We loved filming anything and everything. Sometimes we would film ourselves having sex and even masturbating by ourselves. At 5"7", long blond hair, and a 48DD cup, my wife is a very kinky woman. She actually brought up the idea of filming me and a student of mine having sex. I told her that it might be impossible for that to happen, but she insisted that I bring one of my female students over for dinner one day. Then suddenly, the perfect dinner guest came to mind.
My wife and I were voyeurs. We loved filming anything and everything. Sometimes we would film ourselves having sex and even masturbating by ourselves. At 5″7″, long blond hair, and a 48DD cup, my wife is a very kinky woman. She actually brought up the idea of filming me and a student of mine having sex. I told her that it might be impossible for that to happen, but she insisted that I bring one of my female students over for dinner one day. Then suddenly, the perfect dinner guest came to mind.
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Wife is exposed for exposing herself.
Before hubby and I got married we once shared a beach house with two other couples for a long summer weekend. The guys who shared the house with us were close friends of hubby, while the other girls were their respective girlfriends. The two other girls by the way, were also best friends and had known hubby and his friends since they were kids. So you see, I was what you would call the odd girl in the group, since I really wasn't that close to any of the others and had only gotten to know them through hubby.
Before hubby and I got married we once shared a beach house with two other couples for a long summer weekend. The guys who shared the house with us were close friends of hubby, while the other girls were their respective girlfriends. The two other girls by the way, were also best friends and had known hubby and his friends since they were kids. So you see, I was what you would call the odd girl in the group, since I really wasn’t that close to any of the others and had only gotten to know them through hubby. Read more »
18-year-old guy gets more than an eyeful.
During the first summer after finishing High School, my parents had planned a family vacation for me and my little sister; I was getting too old to enjoy tagging around with them so I convinced them not to make me go along. They understood my lack of interest in going to see historical landmarks with them but didn't trust me to stay home alone. Hence they had arranged that I'd be staying with the Schmitts for a couple of days. The Schmitts used to be our neighbors almost 10 years earlier, but since moving out of state we didn't see them often. Mr. Schmitt was on a business trip so it would just be my friend John, his younger sister Greta, his Mom and me. It had been several years since we had been neighbors and elementary school chums but since we had been so close when neighbors my mother had kept in pretty steady touch with their family. Now John and I were both finished with High School.
During the first summer after finishing High School, my parents had planned a family vacation for me and my little sister; I was getting too old to enjoy tagging around with them so I convinced them not to make me go along. They understood my lack of interest in going to see historical landmarks with them but didn’t trust me to stay home alone. Hence they had arranged that I’d be staying with the Schmitts for a couple of days. The Schmitts used to be our neighbors almost 10 years earlier, but since moving out of state we didn’t see them often. Mr. Schmitt was on a business trip so it would just be my friend John, his younger sister Greta, his Mom and me. It had been several years since we had been neighbors and elementary school chums but since we had been so close when neighbors my mother had kept in pretty steady touch with their family. Now John and I were both finished with High School. 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 »
Her fantasy night as her Master's party favor.
The thick carpet felt rough under my newly pedicured feet. I looked down at them…red nails, blood red. He likes them that way. I stood in front of the door that would open any minute, shivering in my nudity - partially because of the chill in the air, and partially because I knew He was coming. After hours of preparation, I was ready. Scrubbed until my skin glowed, hair brushed until it shone long down my back, manicure, pedicure, gold body dust applied, and body jewelry adorned – I looked precisely as He would want. God, I hoped it was what He wanted…
The thick carpet felt rough under my newly pedicured feet. I looked down at them…red nails, blood red. He likes them that way. I stood in front of the door that would open any minute, shivering in my nudity - partially because of the chill in the air, and partially because I knew He was coming. After hours of preparation, I was ready. Scrubbed until my skin glowed, hair brushed until it shone long down my back, manicure, pedicure, gold body dust applied, and body jewelry adorned – I looked precisely as He would want. God, I hoped it was what He wanted… Read more »
In the parking lot of a restaurant, he bring her to orgasm.
"Thanks to my wonderful editor for giving me the confidence to submit this story!"
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It was late. The parking lot was quiet and mostly empty but well lit by the full moon's light; only a few cars remained, and they were few and far between. The lovers held hands as they walked along slowly, enjoying the cool, clear May evening and gazing up at the stars. The chirping of crickets, the croaking of toads and their own footsteps was all the sound they heard; the distant murmur of activity they'd just left behind was of no consequence in their own little world.
“Thanks to my wonderful editor for giving me the confidence to submit this story!”
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It was late. The parking lot was quiet and mostly empty but well lit by the full moon’s light; only a few cars remained, and they were few and far between. The lovers held hands as they walked along slowly, enjoying the cool, clear May evening and gazing up at the stars. The chirping of crickets, the croaking of toads and their own footsteps was all the sound they heard; the distant murmur of activity they’d just left behind was of no consequence in their own little world. Read more »