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The Lingerie Party

My name is Penny and I live a normal suburban life with my husband Mark in a quiet leafy street on the northern outskirts of Sydney. I am a curvy lady in her early 40s with big breasts, dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. “The girls” as I affectionately call them are 20DD, or 42DD for you Americans!

About a month ago some new neighbours moved in two houses from us. Very few people come and go in our street, so some new neighbours to replace the couple that had moved interstate was a topic of interest among the residents. While walking the dog one morning, I noticed that the woman that had moved in her front garden. I waved politely and she waved back and smiled a friendly smile and came down to the front gate for a bit of small talk and introduced herself as Jan. I invited her around for a coffee that afternoon and she said she would love to drop in.

She knocked on the door at about three in the afternoon. We chatted over a coffee and biscuits and I found out that Jan had moved with her husband Andrew from Perth due to an excellent job opportunity he had with an insurance company in Sydney. They were both in their mid 30s and had been married for 12 years. She said she didn’t really know anybody in the city and really wanted to get to know the neighbours as she appreciated a sense of community. Jan was quite bubbly with bright blue eyes, easy to get on with and very confident but without being arrogant. She was petite with a small waist. I guessed she was about five foot two inches. We hit it off straight away and she ended up staying a couple of hours before she had to go home to do some more unpacking. She invited us over for dinner on the friday.

Friday rolled on and we arrived at Jan and Andrew’s with the requisite bottle of wine at about 6:30. As we approached the door we could already smell the aroma of a tasty meal cooking. Jan welcomed us and introduced Andrew while I introduced Mark. Despite still being in the throes of settling in, their house was immaculately organised and their kitchen was spotless. Jan poured the wine and we each took a glass. Mark can be a bit “standoffish” when he meets someone new, but both he and Andrew seemed to get along really well straight from the start. After a little while, they wandered off out into the garage and I stayed in the dining room with Jan as she busied herself with the final touches for dinner. Jan informed me that the entrée was a homemade broccoli soup while the main meal was a roast leg of lamb with a medley of vegetables.

After a few more wines, dinner was ready and we called the men in from the garage and ate a lovely meal. As it turned out both Andrew and Mark really liked fishing, and they had decided to look into hiring a local houseboat with a couple of other guys (whose names weren’t familiar to me) for one of the weekends coming up. With disinterest Jan shrugged her shoulders, but I thought it was a good idea as Mark had been working hard and deserved some time off. Mark and Andrew ended up talking about fishing most of the night while Jan and I talked about movies and current events and we both got quite sloshed from the wine, and we left the men to tidy the kitchen and do the washing up. At about midnight, we bade farewell to our hosts and wandered back home.

When Andrew came home from work on the Monday, he told me that he and Mark and two other guys from work had booked a houseboat for a weekend’s fishing. It was a few days later when Jan knocked on the door and offered me an invitation to a lingerie party at her house for the weekend. She said since the boys were going to be out boating she wanted to have a “Girl’s Night In”. She said that on the one hand she was pleased that Andrew had met some new people, but on the other hand she was a bit annoyed that he was going away because they had spoken on numerous occasion’s about how little he spends at home. I’d never been to a Lingerie Party before and I guess from the flicker of apprehension in my eye, Jan sensed my hesitation. She put her hand lightly on my forearm and assured me it would be great fun, and that her and her girlfriends had had a great time at a similar party once before and the lingerie was for real women, not just airbrushed stick figures in modelling catalogues. I laughed at this and agreed that it sounded fun. Jan said that these parties were professionally co-ordinated by women for women and asked me to invite some other girl’s because so far there would only be four of us attending — the two of us and Michelle and Rona who as it turned out were the wives of the other two guys that had gone off fishing with Mark and Andrew. I did enjoy the thought of getting some new lingerie because of the sensuous feel of the fabric on my skin, not to mention how it made me look when I paraded in front of the mirror wearing it.
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Lisas Beach Encounter

Lisa had always been the shy type, the kind who would rather sit at home with a good book or video than go out on a Friday night. The kind that was never prone to being spontaneous of taking more chances than was absolutely necessary in life.

And so as she walked down the nude beach, towel in hand, minus all of her clothes, feeling very vulnerable, she wondered what on earth gave her such an idea in the first place. This was the most daring thing she had done since high school, and had only decided to visit this nude beach on her holiday after her best friend gave her a lecture on how she should do more to try an enjoy life, and take a few chances instead of sitting at home on her computer all day, or visiting her local library or sci-fi club.

However, walking down this beach filled with people wearing only their birthday suits, and noticing the glares of men who were finding it hard to keep their bodies under control after seeing her beautiful figure, she had stretched her nerves to the very limit, and she quickly made her way to the south end of the beach and past the rock cliffs, where she had been told by her friend Kelly that few people went, and that Lisa would be safe there is she was feeling too threatened.

She found a spot in the sand under the shade of a rock formation, and settled down on her beach towel with a good book after making sure every inch of her fair skin was well covered with sunscreen. The last thing she wanted was sunburn, especially on her breasts, which she thought would be quite unpleasant, and was not about to find out how it felt for herself.

She stretched out her legs and wiggled the sand out from between her toes, taking a final look around to make sure no one was near before she allowed herself to relax in her naked form.

Lisa hated to admit to herself that the sensation of wearing nothing in a public place was exciting her very much, and she couldn’t help the fact that her nipples were stiffening, and every now and again when a cool sea breeze swept over her skin she felt a tingle between her legs.

It had only been a few minutes before Lisa realized her choice of book for the day was not helping her overcome her excitement. Unfortunately she had only bought one, which was a romance whose descriptive sexual passages were causing a wetness to form between her legs.

Lisa had only ever been in one serious relationship in her life, which ended when she found out the bastard was cheating on her, and she rarely dated. She found comfort in romance novels, and the hope that one day she may find true love and be happy like the characters in her books.

She threw down the book in frustration as she felt a trickle of moisture start to run down her thigh, and resisted the temptation to touch herself, knowing that if she did so she would probably not be able to stop herself from going further, and would not allow herself under any circumstances to masturbate in public.

Instead she turned her attention to the sea, and watched the waves rolling in, hitting the shore and smashing into the sand before being pulled back into the ocean.

It was then the she heard a voice from her right, and jumped in fright, although pleased that she didn’t allow herself to scream, which would have been far more embarrassing.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you” the voice apologized, and Lisa looked up to see a tall, muscular man standing to her right, as naked as she was, with a bronzed body and a large penis, which was now semi erect at the sight of Lisa’s hot body.

“Well you did” she frowned, feeling very self-conscious, and not knowing at all how to deal with the situation.

“I’m sorry,” he said taking a seat on the sand close by her side, too close for her comfort, but what could she do? “I saw you come back here before. Don’t you like people?”
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Oh Holy Hot Tub

We had arrived in my husband’s home town. It was really a small village with a main street that looks like it came right out of a painting. The town was decorated for Christmas; all the lamp poles had colored lights running up and down them. A fresh carpet of snow blanketed the town; this place could really get you in the Christmas mood.

There were so many of his family members in town there was no room for us at his parents house so Don had already made reservation at a nice local hotel. This was fine with me as I didn’t really know any of his relatives very well. Don and I lived in New York and only had seen his family once or twice since the wedding.

We checked in and the first thing Don did was asked about the pool. He loved to swim and the hot tub sounded good to me after the drive we had just endured. After dropping off our luggage at our room and changing into our swimming suit we headed down the pool room.

When we arrived we found that we had the pool all to ourselves. Don jumped in the pool right away, I just grinned at him. He was a very nice guy and had a great job and education. He was well built and always had been good to me. He swam to the end of the pool and started another lap.

I put down my stuff and started the hot tub timer. I slowly lowed myself into the hot bubbling water, the jets felt good and in no time a heavy foam was forming all over the surface of the water. It felt like heaven, my legs hurt, my shoulders hurt, and my whole body ached. I was just starting to relax when a whole family of black people burst into the pool room. There had to be at least two families’ that entered together. A handful of kids jumped into the pool and the adults went to the far end to sit down their things.

I was annoyed at first but then I remembered it was almost Christmas and that a lot of people traveled on the holidays. The adults headed right to the hot tub. There were two older women maybe fifty or so and a man their same age. One of the men was much older and they all climbed into the water together.

I was just about to get out and find another place to relax when the older man smiled at me and said that his name was Zeck. He stuck out his hand and I took it with a shy grin. They all settled in on the other side of the hot tub from me and once again I started to relax. I found the sounds of their voices kind of soothing. I leaned back and was just about to close my eyes when Don came running into the hot tub. The other people in the hot tub had to shift to let him sit down next to me. This pushed the other older black man over to my other side.

“The waters great honey, you need to try it.” He said.

“I think I’m going to try it.” One of the ladies added and three of them left towards the pool. This left only the older black man, Don and I sitting in the hot tub. I noticed that the older black man didn’t move away from me when the others had left. There was now plenty of room on the other side of the hot tub. I found this rather odd, but I said nothing.

Don started a conversation up with him right away. They started talking about sports and I quickly became bored. Zeck move even closer to me while he was talking to my husband, I felt his leg up against mine. I was shocked at first at the unwelcome contact but I guessed that it was innocent enough. I closed my eyes for the first time and that’s when I felt it. The older mans hand had come to rest next to my leg just above my knee. I opened my eyes and looked over at him; he didn’t stop talking to my husband so I decided that he didn’t realize he was touching me. When I looked at him he quickly moved his hand away. Don must not have noticed anything because he just kept talking about football.

I lay back again and within seconds I felt his hand again. This time however his hand was on my leg it was higher up on my thigh and I had to fight not to jump up. I looked at him and again he seemed not to notice me at all. His hand moved away again and he never stopped talking to Don. I laid back my head again. I found my heart racing as I wondered if he was going to put his hand back on my leg. It only took a second before I felt his large hands on my leg. This time however his hand didn’t stay in one spot. I felt him moving his hand up my leg a few inches from my soft inner thigh.

I knew that I should jump up and slap the guy. He was now running his hand up my leg and I could fill his fingers making small circles on my inner thigh. I knew that I could scream out and stop this right now. Then I remember all the other people in the pool and my husband just a few inches away. I just kept quiet; I didn’t want to make a scene. I found myself wondering how far this older black man would go with my husband sitting right here. His hand felt kind of good and it sure had gotten my blood up.
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Party Girl

Ken was getting bored. The party, at least in his mind, had been a total waste.

He sat on the couch, looking through his drink to the light in the living room, which was full of people socializing, chatting or otherwise.

Ken had been completely and entirely unsuccessful tonight, which was very strange because he always ended up taking someone home when he went to one of Sonny’s parties. It was still early, only nine, and people were still coming, but he didn’t have an especially good feeling.

Then he saw Brooke, drinking a glass of wine casually on the stairs. What a gorgeous woman she is, he thought. The softest looking brown hair flowing down to her full breasts, sparkling green eyes, and just the right complexion. Textbook stuff, he called it; short nose, short forehead, pouty lips. Then of course there was her body, which her outfit didn’t exactly hide. Her long tanned legs and slender upper body were draped by a beautiful white and pink dress, a spring sort of dress. He shook his head, smiling, as his eyes met hers, and he walked over.

“Didn’t know you’d be here.”

“You’re so full of shit,” he grinned. “You know full well I always come.”

Brooke smiled, almost fiendishly. “Well, not tonight anyway. Usually if you don’t have a girl crawling all over you by now, you split for a club.”

Ken was a very attractive guy. He was tall and built, very toned. He had brown mahogany eyes that shone when he talked to good looking women and slick black hair. Tonight he was in a light blue dress shirt with khaki slacks, and had left his jacket at the door.

While they went on, Ken couldn’t help but wonder how she had been married to Frank for so long. After all, they were only twenty four, and a woman like Brooke could have anyone she wanted. Especially guys better looking, smarter, and a hell of a lot less boring than Frank. He liked the guy, but he had always doubted that he had what it took to keep a vixen like Brooke satisfied.

Ken’s thoughts were broken as Brooke let out a gasp.
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Sisters Forever

“Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!”

Ashley groaned and buried her face in her pillow as she screamed that phrase for the hundredth time. “Why can’t they just give me some peace?” she cried and wrapped the silken pillow around her head and kicked her long legs up and down on the bed in a frustrated tantrum. But as the loud music and laughter drifted upstairs from the sorority party on the first floor, Ashley sighed and admitted that this discomfort is what she deserved.

Ashley was a sophomore at the local university, not far from her home in Massachusetts. During her freshman year, she lived in the dorms, but had decided to join one of the university sororities. Ashley had rushed for the Tri Kappa Sigma sorority as a freshman, and after several grueling weeks of hazing and serving the established sisters, she was finally accepted and welcomed. As a member of the sorority, Ashley gained all the privileges of a sister, including the option of moving out of the dorms and into the off-campus sorority house as a freshman, before any of the other students were allowed to move off-campus. However, Ashley wasn’t so sure she could handle living with her numerous sisters, whose parties had become the stuff of legend around the campus.

Ashley was an academic-minded girl, attending the university due to a full academic scholarship, and she knew full well just how hard it would be to maintain the required 3.60 or higher GPA to keep that scholarship while living in the dorms, much less at the sorority house. So Ashley declined and finished out her freshman year in the dorms. However, upon returning to school this September for her sophomore year, Ashley was convinced by her best friend and sorority sister, Kali, to move into the sorority house. Now, on this particular night, as the music sounded louder than ever before, Ashley really regretted her decision.

It was balmy September night in the beginning of the semester. One of those last lingering days of summer that just would not relent in its hot discomfort. Ashley rolled over onto her back and kicked the sheet off her body in hot frustration. Ashley was an attractive young woman, 19 with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and light brown eyes. She was in decent shape with small 32B perky breasts, although some would call her a little lanky for her 5’10″ frame. Ashley tried to get comfortable, but the heat of the night was just too much to bear. Even with her two windows wide open and dressed in just a simple black bra and panties, this last summer night would not let go of its discomfort.

A soft knock sounded on her door, almost too soft to hear over the din of the party below. “What!?” Ashley called out in an irritated voice.

The door opened to reveal the form of her friend Kali dressed in a long white robe, who entered in a shy fashion and closed the door behind her. Kali was a beautiful young woman, at 20 a year older than Ashley, the two had met during Ashley’s first weeks as a pledge and instantly became the best of friends. Kali had long blonde hair that wasn’t the type of hair that simply fell down to her shoulders. Kali’s hair was “full”, as Ashley called it, framing her clear, smooth face and wonderful brown eyes. Kali smiled a little and walked over to sit next to Ashley on the bed.
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Poker Party

She was hurrying around to put the finishing touches on the house. She had only a couple hours more ’til her husband would be home and he would expect all to be in readiness. It would be even more than he expected. Quickly glancing around to be sure she hadn’t forgotten to do anything, she grabbed her purse and dashed out the door, jumping in her car and heading for downtown. So little time, so much to do. She first stopped at the costume shop and collected the costume she had reserved earlier by phone, examining it to be sure that everything was there… every little detail must be perfect. It was just what she had asked for, even to the little lacy cap to perch on her short hair. Then she headed to the supermarket and picked up the beer her husband had requested and some snack and dip ingredients. Next the liquor store next door to purchase bourbon and scotch for those who might want them and a bottle of HER favorite red wine.

Once safely back in the house with her purchases properly stowed away, she went to the bedroom and started the water running for a lovely bath… just enough time to make herself beautiful before her husband arrived. After relaxing for a few minutes in the warm water to which she had added her favorite herbal concoction, she emerged, toweled herself dry and applied perfume to the points all over her body which would give off the scent to best advantage. Then she wrapped herself in a huge toweling robe and went downstairs to greet her husband with his favorite light supper. Yes, this was the night of his weekly poker party and it was his turn again to host the party. He had told her that this time, he didn’t want her to hide herself away upstairs but instead she was to remain in evidence and serve his friends with drinks and snacks as they played. This wasn’t the norm for these events, but tonight he wanted to do something a little different.

Just as she finished re-checking everything to be sure all that was needed was at hand, she heard his car in the garage and looked up to see him entering the kitchen. “Hello, darling,” she greeted him with a kiss and he hugged her hard, noting with a smile that she wore nothing beneath that bulky robe.

“Hmmm, this could make us late for our own party,” he murmured into her hair as his hands slid up and down her back.

“Down boy,” she retorted, as she set their supper on the kitchen table. “We just have enough time to eat.”

Reluctantly, he sat at his place and as they ate, he told her about an idea he had to spice up the poker playing that night. Listening, she was shocked at what he wanted her to do and wondered if he knew about the costume she planned to wear tonight… but how could he know? She had not ordered it until he was safely out of the house and at work this morning. No, it was just another example of the complete rapport they experienced so often, especially where their sexual relationship was concerned. He was waiting for her response… what was it he had said? He wanted her to come on to his friends a little, let them touch her? Something about the stakes of the game being her clothes? Hmmm, that would fit right in with that costume she was planning to wear. How fortunate that there were quite a number of pieces to it.

“Yes, dear,” she said submissively. “I think that would be all right, as long as you’re right here to make sure everything is under control.”

They finished their meal and she cleared up the remains and then disappeared upstairs to dress for her “performance”. He still had no idea of what she was up to and probably shouldn’t until the first guests had arrived. Just as she was putting the finishing touches to her outfit, she heard the doorbell and then several voices in the foyer as his friends came in.

Steeling herself against the reaction in case it should be unfavorable, she slowly descended the stairs. Hearing the voices coming now from the den where the poker table was set up, she stopped just as she entered the doorway. As if someone had signaled for silence, the voices stopped and five pairs of eyes looked in her direction. She noticed only one pair… her husband’s. Surprise registered there and then, incredibly, delight. He crossed the room to her side and ushered her into the room. “Boys,” he announced, “Tonight we have a lovely waitress to see to our needs. Gentlemen, my wife, Sandy.”

“Since I am host tonight, I want to propose a little bit of a change to our usual game. I suggest that we play for slightly different stakes, instead of our usual wagers. I will play champion and each of you will be the challengers. As we play, if I lose, Sandy will remove one article of clothing. If I win, she will replace one item. If I win and she hasn’t removed anything yet, she will receive a poker chip which she can redeem in exchange for keeping an article at any time she chooses. Does this meet with everyone’s approval?”
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The Massage

I have been hinting around to Julie my wife, that I would like to see another man, massaging her and playing with her body as I watched.

I finally asked her one night as we were laying in bed, “Would you like to get an erotic massage from another man as I watch?”.

Julie hesitantly said, ” Yes.”

I casually mentioned one day at work with a co-worker that we were looking for a masseuse to give my wife a massage. My co-worker said that he knew of one he and his wife use from time to time, and that he satisfies his wife in every way imaginable.

I called the masseuse one day, talked with him for several minutes and decided to make an appointment with him to give my wife Julie a erotic massage.

One night while Julie and I were in bed I told her, ” I had found someone to give her a massage and I think that you will enjoy it.” I told her, “I have him scheduled to give you a massage on Saturday night.”

Julie said, “Are you sure about this?”

I said, “Yes I am , I have talked with him and he seems like a nice guy.”

Saturday finally arrived. I could tell that Julie was excited.

She kept asking me,” What he was like?”

I kept telling her, “It’s a surprise.”

I took my wife out to our favorite Italian restaurant, and we both had her have a few drinks with our meal. I had arranged it to where this masseuse that I had found would come over to our house after we got back from our night out on the town.

Julie and I came home from our night out, it was about 7:00pm. We both took a hot shower and waited for him to arrive. After 20 minutes we heard a knock at the door. I answered the door.

Julie called from the bedroom , “Come here would you please?”

I asked Scott to come in, and excused myself and went to see what Julie wanted.

Julie said “I would like it much better if I had massage in the soft bed rather than the hard massage table that he has brought.”

I told Scott, “Julie would prefer her massage on the bed rather than his table.”

Scott said, “No problem, I several clients that like to be massaged on the bed rather than the table.”

Julie excused herself to the bathroom before Scott could see her. Scott went into the bedroom and spread a blanket on the bed and told me to get Julie ready for her massage by having her remove all her clothing, and to have her lie face down on the bed .

Scott excused himself to the kitchen to get his oils that he had brought warmed up.

Julie emerged from the bathroom looking nervous.

I told Julie, “There is nothing to worry about. I had checked this guy out and he is not any threat.” It seemed to put her mind at ease.

Once in the bedroom, I helped Julie out of her robe and had her lay on the bed cross ways so that Scott could get to her body better. Julie had really gotten a little to tipsy from the drinks that she had earlier, but was ok.

I said ” I am going to help with your massage tonight, so just relax and enjoy your massage.”
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The Swimsuit

Heather felt very sexy as she walked onto the stage. She knew how the swimsuit flattered her small figure. The black maillot with its thin straps highlighted her svelte figure. She looked good. She knew she looked good, and the smiling faces of the audience validated her feeling. Men and women found her attractive. She took her position by the auctioneer and smiled.

“Heather is wearing a black, Lycra maillot,” the auctioneer said. “You can see how it fits a fine figure. Who will start the bidding?”

When Marsha asked Heather to be part of the charity swimsuit auction, Heather had been reluctant. She wasn’t a professional model, and although she kept in shape she wasn’t sure of herself. She didn’t think she had the confidence to pull off the auction. When she saw the room filled with women and a few men, her heart beat fast. What if they didn’t like her? What if they didn’t like her figure? What if she tripped or something? Could she make herself smile and parade like a real model? If Marsha hadn’t bolstered Heather’s ego just before she took the stage, Heather might have walked out.

Instead, she stood by the auctioneer, and she felt good about herself. No, she wasn’t the most gorgeous woman in the auction, but she was far from the least attractive. Her petite figure and long, dark hair made a nice picture for the bidders.

“Fifty dollars,” a woman said.

Heather smiled.

“Sixty,” another voice cried.

“Seventy.”

“Eighty.”

Heather beamed. When she took the stage, she thought $50 would be more than adequate, and here they were at $90 and climbing. She couldn’t believe a swimsuit auction could make her feel so desirable.

He stood up. He was tall with dark hair and dark eyes, and a smile pranced across his handsome face. Nice shoulders, slim hips, he presented a nice package. He smiled at Heather and nodded.

“One thousand dollars,” the man said.

The room noise died. Everyone turned and stared. The auctioneer gaped. The man smiled at Heather, locking eyes with her, and she knew something about him sang to her. What? What connection was there? She could feel something, a sort of tug at her soul, a bond. What?! He looked neither left nor right but only at her. Heather’s heart seemed to flutter. Why was he looking at her that way? She felt a little weak, as if some energy had been siphoned off by his stare. God, what kind of man was he?

“One t…thousand once,” the auctioneer said. “One thousand twice….sold!” The gavel smacked the podium.

For a moment, Heather couldn’t move. She was mesmerized by his face, his eyes, his power. She could almost feel his will lock onto her, his purpose inundate her like some huge psychic wave. WHAT?! A voice seemed to whisper inside her brain, but she couldn’t make out the words. She could almost hear them…soft, breathy words, words of need and yearning. If she could listen…

“Thank you, Heather,” the auctioneer said.

Heather broke eye contact with the strange bidder, and the whispers faded. With a last glance at him, she skipped off the stage.

Heather had changed into jeans and sweater and was sipping a Coke when she tried to examine what had happened on stage. What had happened? She remembered a warm glow deep inside and the whispers in her brain, and a feeling of desire and fear snaking through her body. It was the eeriest feeling she had ever experienced, and yet it was completely pleasurable. She liked that feeling. She liked how her smile brightened and her mind sought to meld with that feeling. What was it? She couldn’t say. It was as if some probe had found a special region of her brain and stimulated her best and deepest feelings, feelings she wasn’t even aware she possessed. How? Heather wondered and at the same time missed those feelings. She felt she had discovered some wonderful secret place and now couldn’t remember how to find it. How?

“You were the hit of the auction.” Marsha broke Heather’s reverie.

“Not me, him,” Heather answered.

“Someone you know?”

“Not that lucky,” Heather said.

“I’d like to know him.” Marsha rolled her eyes. “One thousand for a swimsuit? and he looks that good? Yeah, I’d really like to know him.”

“Maybe you can.”

Heather turned with Marsha. The man who bought Heather’s suit smiled at them.

“I’m Dirk,” he said confidently. “I bought your suit.”
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The Sex Therapist

Susan my receptionist ushered the last patient of the day into my office. I was pleasantly surprised; she looked younger than her 30 years and was very attractive. There was a look of apprehension on her face.

“Hello Cassie,” I said with a warm smile, “I prefer to use first names, it makes people more relaxed, please call me Robert. It’s nice to meet you, please take a seat.”

“Oh thank you doctor, I mean Robert,” Cassie said nervously.

“I don’t know what your referring doctor told you about me but I am a qualified GP and also a qualified psychologist. My field of expertise is helping people of both sexes with sexual problems, whether they be physical or emotional or both. I have been reading the letter your doctor sent me and your problem is that you can’t orgasm, is that correct?”

Cassie blushed, nodded and looked down at the floor.

“Well Cassie, first I want to congratulate you for being so courageous.”

“Courageous?’ Cassie said, “You think I’m courageous?”

“Yes very much so,” I replied, “It takes courage to come and tell your sexual problems to a stranger. But the more you truthfully tell me the more I can help and if we can help you with your problem then your future will be a lot happier, OK?”

Cassie took a deep breath. “Robert all I know is that I’ve had enough of the frustration that goes with sex. It caused my marriage breakup and”

“Sorry to interrupt,” I said, “Tell me about the sex in your marriage. Do you think your husband was a good lover? Did he use any foreplay to arouse you?”

“No he never really cared about my sexual feelings,” Cassie was beginning to relax. “All we ever did was the missionary position, he was very quick and I was always left frustrated.”

“Did you ever masturbate when he wasn’t at home?”

Again Cassie blushed and looked away. “My mother told me that masturbation was dirty and wrong, so I’ve never tried it.”

“Well I can assure you that masturbation is OK and 99% of the population does it.”

“99%! That many?” Cassie was shocked.

“Yes it’s really OK to masturbate Cassie, but I’ll get back to that later.” I laughed. “Right now I want to concentrate on you, not the rest of the world.”
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School Teacher Wife Gives Lessons

On Friday afternoon, I decided to surprise my wife by stopping by her classroom. Kim and I have been married for six years. She has been everything I every wanted. Kim stands about five foot four and one hundred twenty pounds. Her heart shaped ass and size C cup tits never fail to turn me on. Being Kim’s second lover allowed us to grow in experience together. I thought that we had done it all until that fateful afternoon.

Kim’s room has a back entrance if you use the fire escape from the alley. The weather was warm so she had her windows open. I heard voices on the way up the stairs.

She was lecturing to one of the senior local jocks. Chris had everything you would dream of in high school. He had great looks, athletic ability, and a rich dad that keep him in that latest fashions and cool cars. Being the school’s prize football players, Chris had every girl in school chasing after him. He also was rumored to have his way with many of the adult fans around town also.

Kim’s lecture went on about him picking on one of the girls in class. It seems that Chris convinced the girl to pose for him and he decided that science class was a good time to share the pictures with his friends. Kim intercepted the photos and had Chris report after school to discuss the issue.

After about ten minutes of lecture, Chris only had a smart-ass reply. “So are you jealous I didn’t ask you to pose for me?” he asked.

As I peeked into the window, I began to feel nervous that Kim would be alone in the room with a stud like Chris. He stood six-two and weighed about 230 (all muscle). Kim left her desk and approached him in a very stern manner. She demanded that Chris stand and apologize immediately.

Chris towered over Kim as he spoke, “The only thing I will apologize for is not doing this sooner.”

He took the back of his head in his hand and drew her into a kiss. This boy must know what he was doing because he laid it on good. Kim hesitated then seemed to respond and kiss him back. Suddenly, she pulled away and said that she should not be doing this.

Chris pursued her back to her desk as I briefly debated putting an end to this. My mind was a flood of emotions. Part of me wanted to watch her with another man, a long hidden fantasy of mine. While the other half wanted to burst in a put a stop to this. After a few moments, the little head in my pants decided to wait and see what else happens. Scooping Kim up in his powerful arms, Chris sat her on one of the lab tables. He told her that he dreamed on doing this since the first day of school. Then he raised her skirt and pushed aside her underwear. He dove into her muff face first.
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A Little Strip Poker

My name is Peter. My wife Jessie and I are both in our early 50’s and have been happily married for 30 years, and became empty nesters 2 years ago. We are both in good shape; both keep active and work out some.

We have started opening up sexually somewhat after becoming empty nesters. Since that time, we have been rediscovering our sex life. We have always been faithful to each other (at least as far as I know) and have a really close loving relationship.

Now Jessie has been quite sexually inhibited throughout our 30 year marriage, having been brought up in a Victorian way. She doesn’t like the ‘messy’ side to sex; she has never sucked me to completion, although she will take me in her mouth. It took me a long time to get her to let me eat her, but she will not even let me look at her pussy after sex.

She will never let me touch her ass… ever. She won’t kiss me after I eat her, won’t let me eat her if I have already put some lube on her. She doesn’t sweat, and hates the feeling of a mess on her. She is quite passionate otherwise, will get on and ride me for a long time, lets me use a vibrator on her etc. I like a hairless pussy and she lets me shave her pussy lips as long as I leave her pubis alone. To my knowledge she had never touched or tasted cum at this time. This is why the events of last weekend have really rocked our marriage!

We had a friend over last weekend, a single guy we have known for a long time. Ed is a pretty normal guy at 5’11 and 180, active and reasonable shape.

Since we were bored, we decided to play 3-handed crib.

We were drinking wine and were moaning about the game. Terrible game, boring as hell, and my wife Jessie was loosing badly. “Probably the most boring card game in the world” she said.

“No, the game ‘go fish’ is worse,” replied Ed.

“Yes, but that’s a kid’s game, I was talking about adult games.”

“Oh ADULT games,” I said, to emphasize the double meaning. “The only adult card game I know is strip poker.”

“Probably more fun than this game,” she muttered under her breath.

“What did you say?” I said in surprise. “Oh come on now, you know you would never have the nerve.”

Ed chimed in “Hell, I’m game for that.”

“Me too,” I said. “Come on Jessie, are you in?”
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The Mile High Club

Finally, we were going to visit Australia. For years my wife and I had been planning this trip. We’d promised ourselves that one day we would go “down under.” Now at last we were on our way. For Christmas my parents had given us two first-class tickets on QANTAS, the Australian airline.

From Los Angels it was a 14-hour flight, so the first class seats were very welcome. I turned and looked at Lynne as she sat next to me. For 35 she was looking fine. Her long brown hair hung down to her waist and her full high breasts still showed no sign of sag.

We indulged in the complimentary Champagne and enjoyed the delicious food, not giving any thought to the poor souls back in economy.

After dinner we ordered another bottle of wine and sat back to enjoy the movie. On first class you have individual screens and a selection of movies and Lynne and I both decided to watch “Eyes Wide Shut.” This turned out to be very sexy in parts and by the end of the film I was sporting a large hard-on. I noticed that Lynne was squirming in her seat and decided to try to feel her up. We both had blankets over us and slowly I slid my hand over beneath her blanket and started to run my fingers up her thigh. Lynne immediately grabbed my wrist.

“Stop that, someone will see us,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “First class is practically empty. No-one will notice.”

Lynne reluctantly released my wrist and I continued to slide my fingers up underneath the short skirt she was wearing. Soon my fingers came in contact with the strip of cotton of her panties and I gradually eased my fingers under the leg band and started rubbing her pussy. By now Lynne was moving around in her seat and her movements must have caught the attention of our stewardess.

I looked up to see a beautiful blonde in QANTAS uniform standing by Lynne’s seat. She could see the outline of my hand as it pushed back and forth between Lynne’s legs and by now the was a definite smell of pussy in the air as Lynne reacted to my stroking.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” the stewardess asked Lynne.
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The Lap Dance

“I’m off to work!”

I was laying across my bed reading a book and listening to music when my roommate and friend, LaDonna, peeked into my room. “Ok, girl,” I said, looking up briefly from the page that I was reading. “Make me a lot of money,” I joked, though I already knew that she would. She had recently gotten a job as a waitress a little over a month before and had been bringing in good money since she had started. I was glad for her AND myself because she was now able to be on time with her share of the bills.

Fortunately, the bills weren’t too bad. We lived rent free in a nice 4- bedroom Victorian style house that my grandmother had left me when she passed away. The bills weren’t too bad, so we always managed. I let Donna move in with me so that she could get on her feet after her husband of one whole year left her high and dry (he even took the car that she had paid for with her income tax money!). She had been working different odd jobs and temp jobs to do her share and I knew it wasn’t easy, so I didn’t bug her much about it. As long as she was trying to help I didn’t care, especially since she helped me do some minor renovating on the place. After all she was my friend and I didn’t have the heart to be a bitch about a few extra dollars on the bills.

But on with the tale….

Where was I? OH!………

“Make me a lot of money.”

“Only for you, Chelly Belly,” she joked back, calling me by the nickname that used to drive me nuts. She shifted the black duffle bag that she carried from one shoulder to the other.

“Is your ride here already?” I asked, forever playing the surrogate mother in spite of the fact that she was actually older than me by a few months.

“Yes, dear,” she said with a smile. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay,” I told her. “You be careful. You know I’m not too crazy about this whole ‘night shift’ thing you got going.”

“I’m safe,” she told me for the umpteenth time. “You worry too much.”

“I know, but I’m so good at it.”

She smiled a little bit, before turning to head downstairs to leave. I look out of my patio door and watched her climb into a car with so much bass booming from it, that I could only imagine how pissed the neighbors were for having to hear it at 9:30 at night.

I shook my head with a small smile and went downstairs to fix myself a bowl of ice cream to enjoy while I continued my Saturday night routine of reading and listening to some soft music.

Boring, you think? Maybe… but after being something of a wild teenager growing up (unbeknownst to my family) all I desired on most nights was simply to relax after a day of working. But I digress…

At the tender age of 25, I already considered myself middle- aged. I own a home (thanks to Granny), a nice SUV, managed a boutique with awesome clientele and was doing a little real estate on the side. I was doing better than a lot of people twice my age. But do you really care about that stuff. I’m sure you are wondering about how I look, right?

Well, I’m about 5’5″… caramel hued skin… grey eyes that most believe are contact lenses (but they’re real… really they are!)… shoulder length dark brown hair( a little overdue for a deep conditioning, but it’s okay)… a decent pair of boobies if you like a C-cup… I have a very slight pudge around the belly area that I can’t seem to get rid of no matter how much I work out (it could be the eating ice cream late a night…), but it is not horrendous or anything like that…

My blessing and curse is my butt. It is a Certified Grade A Ghetto Booty. An authentic Ka-Dunk-A-Dunk! I hated it in school because it was often the topic of conversation with the fellas, but I learned to deal with it. Sometimes I used to my advantage. It was also the cause of me getting put out of the clubs for fighting in my wilder days. Grabbing my ass was a bad idea, but most guys didn’t realize it until it was too late….

Anyway, there’s a little background info on me… I’m sure that you are curious about LaDonna as well…
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Softball Slut

This happened two years ago. My wife and I have been married for 12 years and at 35, she still is as hot as when we married. During the summer on Fridays when I would come home from working the second shift, my neighbors Pam and Tom would have the fire going and the drinks flowing. So by the time I would come home, everyone would be in a happy mood. So it was no surprise when Kristy called me at work to say that she would be at Pam’s helping her making party food (it was Tom’s turn to host his softball teams after game party) I said OK, but don’t have too much fun until I get home. She just laughed and said it will be hard when all the young men are there.

When I got home the party was going strong, I gave the group a quick Hi and said that I will be right over. I didn’t see Kristy outside but when I got inside I could hear voices coming from the Kitchen and I herd Kristy say slow down we have all night. So I backed up a little so that I could make a louder entrance. Kristy then came out with a tray of ice and cups and a young man who she introduced as Eric. We said are hellos and he took the stuff out to the party. She was wearing her shortest cutoff jeans and her halter-top which I could see was without bra. I could she that she was already a little tipsy and I told her she looked sexy and what she meant we have all night to Eric.

She just looked at the floor and said, you heard that! That’s when she told me how she had told Pam about how I would like to see her fucked by other guys. Pam said since it was close to my birthday she would ask Tom to see if he could set it up with some of his friends from softball. She just looked at me and asked if I was mad? I just gave her a squeeze and a kiss and said no just surprised but very excited. I asked her if she could at least hold off until I return from my shower, she just ran out the door saying she will try.

When I got outside Pam and Kristy were on the deck dancing with 4 guys, Tom was over by the bar with 4 other guys. So I went over and grabbed a beer while Tom introduced me to his friends. Tom asked me if I was filled in and was ok with it. I said if it was ok with Kristy then let’s see what will happen. I did say that 8 might be too many, but Tom said that some will leave and that Pam will take up the slack. It seemed that they have done this a few times and wanted to get Kristy involved.
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Mandarin Chinese

A few days ago I ran across an old College Textbook from many decades back and it made me remember a few days during the spring semester of my junior year at a to be UN-named liberal arts college.

The time was the early 1970’s roughly the time period from just after Woodstock, to just before Watergate. Drugs were plentiful, aids was unknown, and girls hardly ever wore bras and everyone was exploring every aspect of life you could think of exploring. While there were no official coed dorms, there were certainly boys and girls living together and it was not hard to find a party every Friday or Saturday night where it was pretty darn easy to end up with some sweet young thing and to go to either her room, or in my case, since I didn’t share a dorm room, back to mine. This was my usual mod us operand i.

Since the beginning of the academic year I had taken Mandarin Chinese along with my general load of Asian History courses, my minor and liberal arts classes. The Mandarin Chinese class consisted of meeting with the professor in his on campus apartment 3 times a week for roughly an hour each Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and then a general lab in the library where we listened to Mandarin tapes. This could be done at our convenience. There were three of us in the class, Vickie, Sydney and myself. The Professor was nearly blind and I had actually traveled with him briefly one summer in both Hong Kong and Japan. This was before it was really possible for an American to go to what we then called Red China.

On Monday of the week before Easter, at our regular afternoon class, I was rather surprised that Vickie and Sydney, both wore short dresses. The usual attire at the school for those of the female persuasion, was a shirt or top of some kind, pants or shorts and almost always hiking boots of some kind. The school was known for its outdoor programs and emphasis, and it was near both great hiking and cross-country skiing and had a stable on campus as well.
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Coed Shower

It took me months to talk her into it, going to a nude beach. I remember the first time I mentioned it to my wife Susan, she just looked at me like I was crazy and said “you’ve got to be out of your mind.” We have been married 18 years and have never really done anything too adventurous sexually. Don’t get me wrong, our sex life was great, after 18 years I’m still as turned on by her as I was when we were dating. Susan is 5’6,” 115 pounds and has shoulder length blonde hair. She also has the most beautiful green eyes you ever saw. Her skin is that of a 20 year old, still so soft and smooth. Time has been extremely kind to her.

It was after months of reading erotic stories on the internet that I started thinking I’d like to visit a nude beach. Voyeur and Exhibitionism were my favorite erotic story subjects so the idea of visiting a nude beach would let me experience a little of what I’d been reading. I wanted Susan to go because one of the fantasies I have is to have some guy see her naked. That’s all I wanted, I could never think about some other guy doing anything to her. I just thought it would be a huge turn on to have some stranger see her naked, and to see some good looking naked female strangers too! Like I said, we never did anything too sexually adventurous and Susan was quite shy. When we went to a pool or regular beach she never wore a swimsuit that was too revealing. She always got uncomfortable when she thought some guy was checking her out at the beach even without a revealing swimsuit.

So I kept bringing up the subject a couple times a week for a few months, she always thought it was a stupid idea and kept asking me why it was on my mind all of a sudden. She does not know about all of the erotic story reading I’ve been doing. Finally one day she agreed but only if I didn’t pressure her to get naked if she felt uncomfortable and only if I promised that we would find a secluded part of the beach. I agreed thinking this was the most cooperation I was going to get. I already knew of a place to go about 150 miles from where we lived. I had done my internet research! The following Saturday was the day.

We got to the beach around noon. It was fairly crowded. As we walked along on the beach looking for the right spot we saw some people who had swimsuits on, some women were topless and fewer were completely nude. It was enough to make Susan turn bright red with embarrassment though! Especially when we walk past a naked guy, she just glanced at him and quickly looked away. We kept walking until the crowd thinned out. As I promised her we found a secluded area far from the crowd and stretched out a blanket. She had on a 2-piece swimsuit that wasn’t too revealing but for her it was more than you’d expect. We had a nice afternoon, I got naked for awhile and she would only take her top off after looking both ways down the beach to make sure nobody was walking towards us. We splashed around in the water a bit and got some much needed sun.

When it was time to go I felt a little disappointed that she didn’t go full nude and nobody came anywhere near us anyway, but I had a nice day with my wife and maybe next time she’d let us spend some time around other people. As we were walking back toward the crowd Susan was looking for the showers we saw earlier in the day. She wanted to wash the salt water out of her hair, she always said it always made her hair feel funny the next day. We found the shower and as she was walking up to the entrance she realized there was no “men” or “women” sign. Then we both realized this was a nude beach so there was really no point of having separate showers.
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Just a Good Night Kiss

My husband, Jim, has been so understanding of my need to try dating outside of our marriage. I know it was a shock at first, but he seems to be more welcoming to the idea lately. He thinks it’s because I envy Anita’s freedom and want material possessions; but that’s not it. Ever since Jim’s promotion as Director of the Botanical Garden, we could afford anything I wanted. The truth is, Anita has awakened my sexual desire. For some time, we have been lovers, although we both consider ourselves to be straight. She, quite simply, is an insatiable nymphomaniac. She has taught me how to satisfy her needs and, in the process, has created the same needs in me. She has aroused passions in me that I never knew existed. My date with my husband only made me more aware of these needs—he didn’t satisfy them. I now have a deep-rooted need to be fulfilled by a talented man who understands a woman’s needs and knows how to satisfy them.

With her wide array of lovers, Anita recruited her most prized lover, Warren, to be my first date. Warren is an ex-football player who played for our local NFL team. He has gone on to own his own insurance agency and is very successful. He managed his salary from the NFL well, and with his insurance business, he is now a very wealthy man. He has never married, but did have a live-in girlfriend for several years. That relationship produced a daughter who is now 17 years old. His daughter lives with him and he remains close to his former lover.

I have never seriously dated anyone other than my husband, and have never had sex with another man—certainly not a black man. Warren was to be my first. Anita warned me that his penis was very large and that he has long lasting power. For days before, we conditioned my pussy with a ten-inch dildo that Anita said approximates his size. “Just in case,” Anita joked.

Finally, Saturday night arrived. I hadn’t told Jim who, specifically, I was dating. I just made general comments about his work and his status. Of course, being a huge fan of our NFL team, I knew he would recognize Warren the minute he met him. I wondered what his reaction would be.
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Fucking Myself

I sit down at my computer desk, enjoying the feel of the soft leather chair on my naked skin. I’ve just had another unsatisfying night with my boring boyfriend, and my pussy is aching with need. I can feel my juices leaking onto the chair below me, puddling onto the slick material. All I can think about is the throbbing between my legs and how badly I need to cum.

I turn on my webcam and wonder who will be watching me tonight. I roll one nipple between my fingers, casually teasing myself, showing my camera my 32E breasts as I twist and flick the pale, hard nubs. I reach down and plunge two fingers into the wetness there, then rub my pussy juice onto my rapidly stiffening nipples. My breasts are glistening with arousal, and I lift one breast to my mouth, licking and sucking the juice from my smooth, pale skin.

I take one hand and begin to slowly rub the outside of my pussy lips, skimming my clit, but not touching it. I stroke my thighs and rub soft fingers around the outside of my cunt, teasing, feeling the juices from my pussy dripping onto my chair and onto the shaved skin surrounding it. Flipping back my long, dark hair, I aim the webcam directly at my pussy, then spread my legs wide to display the rosy, slick slit for anyone who happens to be watching. My pussy lips are swollen and hot, and I spread them open to display my tight, aching hole to the camera.

I grab my smallest vibrator from the drawer beside me. Six inches long, slender, and purple, I can already feel it buzzing against my clit. First, though, I lick the tip, pretending it’s a real cock, then suck the head into my mouth. I imagine a hot, stiff dick in place of the vibrator, and slide it down my throat, fucking my mouth with it and getting it nice and wet. Holding it to the the skin just above my clit, I turn it to the lowest setting. A moan escapes my mouth, and I can’t wait any longer. I open my dancer’s legs as far as I can and press the vibrator directly to my clit, sliding two fingers into my cunt with the the other hand. I slide them in and out a couple times, then turn the vibrator up to full. I can feel an orgasm crashing towards me, and shove three fingers inside my slit, pumping them in and out of my pussy as the vibrator stimulates my clit. I’m so turned on that it only takes a couple more seconds before I cum explosively, moaning, lifting my hips to push my fingers further in. My pussy is clenching my fingers, and my pussy juice is squirting onto my hands and even dripping its way onto the floor as my hips continue to buck.

Breathing heavily, I slowly come down from my orgasmic wave, slowly kneading one large breast in my hand. My pussy is still throbbing, and I gently begin to push the tip of the switched-off vibrator in and out, fucking myself just with the tip. I’m so wet and slick that it slides in without difficulty, and my arousal is growing too fast to be satisfied with the slender toy. I reach for my favourite toy- the ten inch long, two and a half inch thick dildo. It’s a little rubbery, but my tight pussy can hardly take its girth.

I’m so covered in pussy juice that I don’t bother to lube it up. Instead, I simply begin to push the wide tip into the tight hole, thinking as I do about the hard shaft about to split me in two. Two, three, four inches, and I’m aching for more. My cunt is stretched almost to the limit, trying to take in the huge cock, and I keep pushing, legs spread wide. Five, six, seven inches, and I feel like I’m stuffed to the limit, but I need it all, and suddenly I’ve got ten inches of dildo stuffed inside my frantically aroused pussy. I pull it out, just a couple inches, then shove it back in again, pounding it home like a hard cock. I fuck myself with it, I cry out, I’m so turned on I can’t think about anything but thrusting that thick dildo into my pussy.

I feel the orgasm shuddering up within me, and I fuck myself faster and faster as the heat rises up within me. Finally, I explode, moaning and bucking my hips for my invisible voyeurs. The orgasm lasts almost twenty seconds. I’m shaking and squirting juice onto the already soaking wet chair, and I don’t even have the energy to remove the thick shaft still inside me.

In the end, I lie naked in my chair in a puddle of my own juices, dildo stuck inside my pussy, satisfied and wondering if anyone else enjoyed my performance.

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Dare To Get Wet

We had been partying at a friends house and the topic of the wet T-shirt contest at one of the clubs came up. The guys though we should all go down there and that I should enter the contest. At first I didn’t want to do it, saying all those girls are professional contestants, this is how they make their money and I wouldn’t stand a chance up against them. Well all the guys wanted to go and watch, so we all went down there to watch.

Being a little older than most of the girls that entered these contest, I still hold my own pretty good after having one child. I am a real blonde, don’t ask me to prove it, because I keep her pretty much shaved. I am by no means a hard body, but I am still shapely, with what I am told is a killer ass and wear a thong bikini with no problem at all. I have “C” breasts that don’t quite stand up there on their own anymore, but not one guy has ever turned their eyes away when I flash them, which I have been known to do when I drink.

We continued to drink, the contest didn’t start until 11:30, I was doing shots of tequila so I was feeling confident and ready to party, the guys turned to begging, daring me and calling me chicken, not one to pass on a dare let alone be called chicken, and I had been drinking more than plenty, agreed to it, hell I loved showing off my body and they all knew it, especially my husband. When it was time for the contestants to go get ready. I was wearing a pair of jeans, a little cropped button up shirt and sandals. After cutting up the shirt they provided, there wasn’t much left of it, I knew the jeans had to go if I wanted any chance at the prize money, most of the other girls had on bikini bottoms, thongs and panties…. none of which I had, so I made a thong sorta bikini bottom thing out of the left over T-shirt material.

We had a few minutes before the contest started so I ran out and gave my husband my clothes so that I would know where they were when the contest was over and I could quickly get dressed at the end of the contest and would not have to go to the back room again. I had done these contests before and had ended up mostly naked in the past. I got a lot of cheers from my cheering section and made a few more friends real quick as I giggled and wiggled across the club dance floor with my tits about to fall out the bottom of my shirt and nothing covering my ass but a couple of strings. I got another quick shot of courage and then went back stage, a few guys actually got a quick feel as they patted my ass for luck, yeah right, and told me I could be a winner. We had to wait another 15 minutes before all the BS was over and the contest started.
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Drive In The Country

From the day that we met online, Mitch and I hit it off. We talked often, and told each other a lot about ourselves. One day, he picked me up several blocks from my house, to have lunch in this out of the way café. A place that gave us privacy to talk about anything, soon our conversation took an unexpected but delightful turn towards our sexual fantasies.

Mitch looks around the room, then leans over and asks, “Do you like to masturbate?”

My body responded before my lips did and I felt my nipples harden and my clit swell with arousal. Thinking back, I could remember that by the age of ten I had already discovered that touching certain areas of my body made me feel good. Many a night, I spent, fingering my nipples and cunt, until I quivered with excitement.

I blush, giggle, and replies, “Why yes, doesn’t everybody?”

Before he could respond I flash him a sultry look and asked, “Do you like to masturbate?”

He blushes and replies Yes, especially when I am talking to friends like you online. You are one sexy hot redhead and you make my blood boil.”

I shift in my chair feeling the wetness accumulate on my panties, and ask, “Mitch, when did you have your first sexual experience?”

I could tell by his reaction, that he was hesitant in telling me when. I took a hold of his chin and look him straight in the eyes. “Baby, nothing you say will alarm me baby, because I have a varied sexual appetite that includes some taboo subjects.

Mitch’s, eyes came alive with excitement and he replies, “Oh really? God that is so hot.” He pauses to watch my reaction then says, “Then you won’t be surprised that my first experience was incestuous in nature and happened when I was twenty-two.”

My body trembles and I admit, “Oh my god, I would love to hear about that.”

Mitch lowers his head, shifts in his chair and answers, “Maybe some other time, doll. Right now, my dick is too hard for me to think straight.”
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Waitress Serves a Surprise

I was sitting in a coffee house drinking my coffee, when the waitress came over and asked me if I wanted anything before she left. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled in return and said, “I mean, would you like to have another cup of coffee?” I slowly shook my head, with my smile ever widening. I told her, “Nah, that’s ok, I have to be leaving anyway, I have to get home and study some more. I have a big test tomorrow in class. I’ve had a lot of coffee and I’m getting tired. Thanks anyway.”

I looked at her and I asked, “Would you like a ride home? My car is parked just outside.” She looked at me and smiled. She said, “Sure, just let me get my coat, my tips, and clock out. I’ll be right with you.” She walked away, quickly and I gathered up my books and put them in my leather briefcase. I walked to the cash register and paid for the coffee that I drank and walked to the door and sat down. After she was done, she walked out the door with me and stood on the other side of my car. I opened the door for her and she got inside then I closed her door.

I went to the driver’s side of the car and opened up the door and put my briefcase on the rear car floor. I closed the door and got in behind the wheel. I closed the door and put the key into the ignition, and we took off. As we were driving, I asked her, “Ok, Kathy, where do you live at?” “I live at 55 West St.” “Ok” I replied. After I had turned onto her street, I could see her nipples hardening as we got closer to her home.
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First Gang Bang

I still remember the first gang bang I participated in like it happened yesterday. It was the early 70’s and I was in college. I roomed with two other guys in a run down, three bedroom house. Paul was my best friend from high school and I met Steve my freshman year at college. We all had just started our sophomore year and this was the first time any of us had lived off campus. Jill was a cute little sorority sophomore who Paul picked up at a party. Steve and I had struck out and we were sitting around smoking pot when Paul and Jill came in. They both looked disappointed to see us. I was surprised when Paul did not usher Jill to his bedroom, but maybe he was not sure she was ready to fuck him. Or maybe he took her for a slut. They sat down with us and shared a joint.

The light was dim and we were all getting really stoned. The music was loud and I was lost in my thoughts. Suddenly I became aware that Paul was making the move on Jill and I was only a few feet away. Paul was kissing Jill deeply. She was responding. Paul’s hand was exploring the buttons on her jeans. Jill’s legs relaxed and parted ever so slightly. Paul’s hand continued to caress her pussy through her jeans. I was mesmerized watching Paul. I looked over and saw that Steve was watching as intently as I was. I was holding my breath because I was sure Jill would come to the realization that Steve and I were present and watching her seduction. That would be the end and I would be relegated to beating off.

Jill was getting turned on by all the attention from Paul. She was not resisting his advances so he moved his hand beneath her sweater and began caressing her tits. She moaned and moved her hand to Paul’s crotch. Paul returned his hand to her jeans. I held my breath. If he got in her panties, maybe she would get so hot that she would forget we were present. I had never seen anybody else fuck a girl. I listened to a girl give a friend a blow job in the backseat of my car while I made out with a girl in the front seat, but it was too dark and I was too scared I would screw it up for him if I looked. So I never saw anything.
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Stripping For the Guys

The owner of our neighborhood bar is a friend – not a good friend, because he is the kind that you hesitate to trust very far. But he is a great guy to be around. He knows everybody and everything, just ask him. He has plenty of wild tales about his youth and seems to have done about everything. Harry is definitely a guy’s guy.

My wife Sally and I frequently stop for drink after work and we often meet friends there before we go to dinner or whatever. Sally is very outgoing and friendly to everybody. She always kids Harry and sometimes flirts with him. Once when she was mad at me she sat with Harry and one of his friends at a table while I sat with two of her friends and sulked. I was certain that I saw Harry and his friend both slip their hands beneath her dress on more than one occasion, but I was too stubborn to go to her rescue. I thought it would serve her right if they took her into Harry’s office and had their way with her.

When we finally got ready to go Sally was ready to make up. When we got in the car, we kissed and I put my hand up her dress. Boy was I surprised when I found that she had no panties on. I was sure that I had seen her in panties before we left for the evening, but when I asked her about it she assured me that she had not worn panties. Sally always could talk her way out of a fix and I believed her. She could not deny that she was wetter than hell and ready to go. I took her right there in the parking lot.
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Stadium

I was in the concessions line at Tampa Stadium when it happened. I’d sweetly volunteered to get the next round of beer for my boyfriend, so he could keep watching the half-time show. I knew he enjoyed watching the cheerleaders. I knew I had no reason to feel jealousy, as he would never cheat on me.

I’m sure every stadium concession stand is the same, especially at half time. The huge halls were jam-packed with people, you couldn’t even see your feet, there were so many people. I wore a mini, a full flouncy. Even the lightest breeze would whish up under it and tantalize my pussy. I loved the feeling and am always so hot in the stadium I’ve started dressing for comfort more than appearance. I wore a little tank top that matched and low-heeled sandals. All and all I was comfortable, and didn’t think I looked too bad.

A person is often jostled about in these lines, and more than once someone rubbed against my ass or my tits. I didn’t know if sometimes it was on purpose or not, and I didn’t really care. If the guy turned around and smiled an apology I always sent him a forgiving smile or pretended not to notice.

I’d been in line about ten minutes when I finally noticed the man behind me. I didn’t turn around to actually look at him, but I could feel his proximity against my back. He didn’t seem overly tall or intimidating, so I continued to ignore him and wait for my turn in line. When I felt a hand on my ass, I knew it was his. Should I turn around, I thought? But no, I don’t want a confrontation. Besides a part of me wondered what he planned. Did he think he could just touch me in plain view of all these people?
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Dorm Room

Anne was our best friend. We were inseparable the last two years in college. My wife and I lived in university housing for married students, Anne in the towers across campus. On any giving night we could be found either in our apartment drinking and partying or in the dorm room doing the same. Somehow we still managed to get to class the next day. I still don’t know how.

This night found us an Anne’s trying to console her latest failing attempt at a relationship. My wife and I couldn’t understand it. Anne was pretty, sexy, petite, 5’3″ tall, with the most incredibly green eyes I had ever seen. She had long silky blonde hair, and small but perfectly shaped tits. Her ass was tight and tiny, and her lips were just asking to be kissed. But no matter what she did, the guys would date her once and then vanish into the ozone. And it wasn’t because she was a prude.

She had often told us tales about “the one” she had meant last night at the Petals, our local drinking spot and how they had gone back to her dorm room and fucked each other crazy all night.
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