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I was going to this new beach with a friend. I had no idea that it was a nude beach until we got there. I looked at Cindy when we drove up to the entrance to the parking lot. She just smiled.

I said, “You’re really sneaky.”

“Would you have come along?”

“Probably after a while.”

Cindy said, “I just didn’t want to waste the time trying to get you to go with me, and it is such a beautiful day.”

“Yeah, I guess your right.”

“Besides,” she said, “you don’t have to remove your swim trunks if you don’t want to. But if you do and you get embarrassed just roll over and lay on your stomach. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself, so just relax.”
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My wife and I joined a couple for a night of drinking and cards. My wife is in her late 20’s, about 5′3″ and 125 pounds of exquisite flesh. She has large tits with nipples that can stick out about a quarter inch. We went to visit Carl and Kathy, who are very close. Kathy is only 23 and is short and slight. She has a blond pixie haircut and her small titties compliment her 100 pound frame.

We sat down to play a game of spades with Kathy being my partner. The rule was, whoever lost a hand, that team had to do a shot of Tequila. It didn’t take long before everyone was feeling good and a bit warm. The girls started to object the continuation of shots, so we suggested that a piece of clothing could be discarded as substitute. Everyone agreed and I have to admit, I didn’t mind losing that often because as I did…so did Kathy.

The first moment of truth came to my wife (Sandy). Everyone was down to two articles and Carl took off his shirt. Sandy had to take off her bra. She hemmed and hawed and finally released her fantastic globes. Carl couldn’t close his mouth, he kept staring. Things progressed and finally Kathy exposed her cute titties. A perfect mouth full. She also had a perfectly trimmed blond bush.
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Cheryl had been my best friend since I joined the cheerleading squad at State College. We would go to the mall together, watch movies together, and study together, you know, just about everything. Cheryl was about 5′9″ (I was a wee bit shorter), and had a figure that bespoke ‘Modeling Career Here’. I’ll admit that I wasn’t nearly as attractive, but the guys I dated never seemed to think so.

Anyway, Cheryl really surprised me one night after an exciting football game. We had gone back to the girl’s locker room, and I decided to get a shower before we decided what to do for the evening. Once I was nude and under the hot spray of the shower, I got very relaxed. I closed my eyes and stood there, feeling the heat soak into my tired muscles.

I was broken out of my bliss by the sound of another shower head turning on. Cheryl was standing at the next nozzle, rinsing her hair. I was surprised to see her buck-naked. Before, we had always pulled curtains between the showers for privacy.
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I still can’t believe the time I had last night. It’s now Sunday morning and the sun has been up for a couple of hours. My wife Beverly and I just said goodbye to our new friends Theresa and Craig. The four of us had the time of our lives last night, an experience that none of us will soon forget. To help remember I decided to write down how our evening transpired. Here is the story of what happened.

Bev and I had heard about this nice old bar in a neighboring town from friends. The place was old but nicely maintained. We called ahead and reserved one of the apartments upstairs so that we could have our fill of fun and then crash without the hassles of driving home. We arrived early Saturday evening and checked into the apartment. The place was not the Ritz but it wasn’t too bad. It would serve its purpose well enough.

After changing clothes, we headed down to the bar. Bev wore jeans, a nice snug fitting top and her denim vest. She looked quite sexy and generated a number of looks as she entered the bar. The place featured Country and Western music and the party had already started. Bev and I sat down and ordered a drink. I was ready for the dance floor so I dragged Bev out of her seat for a dance. She’s not crazy about dancing but obliged me anyway. After a couple of upbeat songs we sat down to rest and finish our drink.
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A bored young couple search for a way to spice things up, but will they like what they find? [ Story by Jason Martin - pongo_martin@hotmail.com ]

My husband John and I have been married for 5 years and although we love each other dearly, we both had to admit that our sex life had cooled off somewhat lately.

We tried the usual stuff to spice things up; romantic weekends away, candle lit dinners, but nothing ever seemed to recapture the old magic. I began to resign myself to a life of mediocre sex, which to say the least, was mildly depressing.

It was John that first suggested we try and make things interesting in the bedroom by adding a third person. “You know, like a threesome.” he said enthusiastically. Needless to say I was shocked, but what surprised more was when he mentioned he wanted it to be with another a guy rather than a woman. He confessed that it had always been a secret fantasy of his to watch me with another man.
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Karen came to stay with us when she and her husband Eric were getting divorced. Eric had begun drinking soon after they married and had soon become more interested in his beer than his wife. Needless to say it was a bad time for her. My wife and I wanted to help her get back on her feet so we offered to let her stay as long as she liked.

Karen was my wife’s sister, a petite blonde with smallish breasts but a tight little butt that filled out blue jeans deliciously. She was so different from Mary, my wife of seven years, who had large beautiful breasts and perhaps a little too much ass. Karen also had far different sexual needs than my wife.

Mary wanted sex three or four times a month which often left me in the bathroom with a dirty magazine and a tired arm. Karen, so Mary told me, wanted sex with Eric every night. Often while I was taking care of business in the bathroom I would fantasize about Karen and how good it would be to have a wife who wanted sex as often as I did.

About two months after Karen moved in with us she started flirting with me. Teasing me about being almost as hard up as she was, and wearing tight jeans and wiggling a little extra when I was around. Mary noticed it too and mentioned it to me a couple of times saying that Karen was a hot bitch and she thought Karen was after me. I usually just said I hadn’t noticed.
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After a year of hard work my project was finally finished. It was time for a vacation. Fortunately, the school year was ending and my wife Brenda would be rapping up her teaching duties in the next day or two. She had let me know a month earlier that she was ready for a little time off.

I made arrangements for two nights at a hotel in a nearby large city. I figured we would site see during the day and check out the night life at night. I told Brenda about my plans and she was thrilled.

Three days later we hopped into the car and took off. We spent the first day and night checking out the city as planned. We were so tired after all the days’ activities that we went straight to bed. I was a little disappointed that we hadn’t reserved the energy necessary to make love before retiring. I vowed that the next night would be different. I had plans and a surprise for my beautiful wife.

We slept late the next morning. We dressed, had brunch then resumed our tour of the city. Just before dark we had dinner at a nice restaurant. During the meal I told Brenda that I had a surprise for her back in the room. She begged me to tell her what it was but I told her it would wait until after dinner. It became a race to see who would finish first. She won. As we waited for the check she became annoyed at the waiter’s slowness. He wasn’t really slow but to Brenda it seemed that way. She was definitely very excited about the surprise.
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“Thank goodness its Friday,” said Mary.

“You got that right,” added Kevin.

Mary and Kevin were on their way to dinner and then to a movie. They both had had a grueling week and looked forward to a relaxing evening out. It was July, it was hot and Kevin had begun to perspire. As Kevin fiddled with the truck’s air conditioner Mary went down a mental list of restaurants that the couple liked.

Kevin couldn’t help noticing Mary’s sexy legs as he adjusted the air. They were covered by a pair of black thigh high stockings. Kevin also noticed that Mary was wearing a new pair of black high heel shoes with the new flair styled heel. He had noticed earlier when they left the house that her five foot three inch frame seemed to be three or four inches taller than usual. Very sexy he thought. The rest of her outfit wasn’t bad either. A mid thigh length black wrap around skirt just barely hid Mary’s stocking tops. Her red silk blouse fit her figure nicely and he liked the way her lovely breasts pushed against the shiny material. Mary had obviously spent some extra time on her shoulder length brown hair and her makeup added a touch of sensuality to her pretty face. Kevin was very proud of Mary. He loved to go out and show off his beautiful wife.

“KEVIN, WATCH OUT,” yelled Mary.

Kevin looked up in time to see a car stopped in the road signaling for a left turn. He slammed on the brakes but it was too late.

BANG!!!!

“SONOFABITCH,” bellowed Kevin. Kevin looked over the hood of his truck at the back of an old Caddy. He realized that he had lingered on Mary’s exquisite body too long and hadn’t been paying attention to the road. The collision had been hard but it didn’t appear to be too serious. Thankfully, they were wearing their seat belts. Kevin looked at Mary and said, “Are you OK, Mary?”
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Mike was late and Vicki was beginning to get angry. Vicki’s husband had told her not to be late and now he was thirty minutes past due. Vicki tried to think of where Mike might be. He had gone over to a friend’s house that afternoon and was supposed to meet Vicki at the club at eight. She had called home and there was no answer. Vicki decided to sit at the bar for another ten minutes. If Mike didn’t show she would head home.

Just as Vicki was about to ease off the bar stool and leave, she heard a man say, “Hi, can I buy you a drink?” She looked and found his eyes looking straight at her.

Vicki blushed as he took in her long silky legs and curvy figure. She smiled and said, “Thank you, but… I was just about to leave.”

The handsome man said, “Please don’t leave. I was hoping to find a beautiful woman to talk to and if you go I’ll miss my chance.” His smile was magnetic.

Vicki wanted to leave but she hesitated. She said, “Now come on. This place is full of beautiful women.”

The man didn’t take his eyes off Vicki as he said, “What other women?” He was certainly charming but Vicki had been waiting for her husband and now that he had stood her up she just wanted to go home.
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My name is Bob and I’m a 23-year old Navy clerk, stationed in San Diego. I’ve been married for two years to a “native” San Diego girl, Donna, who is 21. Donna is the epitome of the “California girl.” At 5 foot 5, she weighs about 120 pounds, has light- brown hair, and a real nice figure that has been appreciated by many of my Navy buddies.

It all started very innocently about 18 months ago, after I returned from a cruise. We had only been married a few months prior to my leaving and I was horny as hell when Donna met me at the docks after the ship landed. Some buddies of mine were walking by and gave us a few “words of encouragement” Donna asked me if I would like to have the guys over some evening for drinks and dinner. I asked two of the guys if they would like to stop over the next night, and we set the time at 7:00 PM.

The next night while I made the salad, Donna showered and got dressed. When she came out of the bedroom, she was beautiful! She had on a white see-through blouse over a small black bra, tight red shorts, and strappy white heels. I whistled appreciatively and asked, “What’s the occasion?”
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What a glorious day. I was walking down the beach about twenty yards behind three gorgeous babes. Brian, Dave and I had been following these prime specimens of femininity for over an hour. We kept our distance. Soon we would catch up to them, but we were having too much fun watching their swaying butts set the hook. I know that sounds strange, but if you had seen all those necks snapping you would have been convinced that a hook was doing the job.

“The bait?” you ask. How about a blond, brunette and a redhead. Each one with a body that would arouse a dead man. The blond had on a red two piece suit. She had an ass that just screams, “Squeeze me.” Her shape measured 34C-21-34 and she was the tallest of the three.

The brunette had an awesome set of tits. The bikini top she was wearing struggled valiantly to keep them covered no thanks to her pronounced strut. The brunette’s white suit was easily the most provocative suit on the beach or maybe it was just the incredible 34D-22-33 body that it covered.

Finally the redhead, or more accurately the strawberry blond, strutted her fantastic 38D-24-36 assets in a shiny silvery blue two piece suit. I swear it looked like her headlights were chrome plated.
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Mike is somewhat shy and quiet. He is married to Betty, a vivacious outgoing girl who likes to flirt with other men. When they go to parties together, Mike usually winds up being something of a wallflower while Betty disappears into the crowd.

Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe it. Normally, he didn’t particularly like parties. He went because his pretty wife liked to go,and he usually wound up in a small group talking while his wife disappeared on the dance floor. But tonight Mike was enjoying himself. He was dancing with the hostess, June and He was enjoying every move they made together in the crowded den. He caught sight of his wife across the crowded room dancing with June’s husband. Even seeing the way she was molding her body to her partner’s didn’t upset him tonight. He had long ago concluded his very attractive wife was a cockteaser. It didn’t bother him because June’s body was glued to his.

Mike couldn’t believe how he and June were dancing. She had her face buried against his neck and he could feel her lips sort of nibbling at his throat. Her body was molded to his own and he could feel her ample tits against his chest through the pullover shirt which he wore. He was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. He had been pretty sure before he danced with her, because he could see her nipples pressing against the soft thin blouse she wore. Now he knew she was braless because he could feel her tits pressing against his chest. He was amazed at the way she was rubbing up against him as they danced! He could feel her pelvis against his thigh. She was actually rubbing her pussy against his leg! And her hip was pressing against his crotch. He knew that his dick was getting hard in his pants as they danced and wondered if she could feel it.
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Claudia Ryan gazed over the sound stage looking in vain for Aldo Marchetti. “Christ, Joan,” Claudia questioned her chief assistant, Joan Walker, “didn’t you tell Harry to make sure that Aldo would be an extra during this shoot!?!” Joan staring at the nearly empty sound stage herself replied quickly, “Of course I did, I practically made Harry sign a blood oath that he would have Aldo here for the entire shoot, I have no idea where he is!” “Goddam it,” spat Claudia, “get Harry on the fucking phone and find out for me, I’m not gonna do one scene until he’s here, got it!?!” Joan nodded her head and made a beeline for the phone back in Claudia Ryan’s trailer, and while it was only eight in the morning Claudia had already given her a splitting headache! “Do this, do that,” she thought grimly, “why can’t the old bat do something on her own for a change, you’d think her leg was broken by the way she acted!” Joan dialed Harry’s number, and in a few moments he was on the phone. “Well,” he greeted her warmly, “what can I do for you today, Joan, is the boss acting up again!?!” As executive producer, Harry Berson made just about every major decision connected with the movie, including the hiring of Aldo Marchetti as a personal favor to Claudia Ryan. “Jesus, Harry,” Joan said getting right to the point, “Marchetti’s nowhere to be seen, and Claudia’s throwing a hissy fit, says she won’t do a scene until he shows!!!” Calm down, babe,” Harry replied smoothly, “Marchetti isn’t needed until scene number four, so he won’t be showing up until later this afternoon, no problem, he just won’t be there this morning!” Joan knew that Claudia would be upset over this new bit of news, but thought that if she was assured Aldo would be there later that day she would hopefully do her opening scenes. “Okay, Harry,” Joan sighed, “I’ll try getting her to go ahead, but there are no guarantees!” “You tell Claudia that Marchetti won’t show until scene four is ready to shoot, so the longer she procrastinates, the longer it will be until he gets here,” Harry replied flatly, “so you tell the old bag she’d better get her ass on that stage and knock off those first three scenes, capiche???” “Yeah,” Joan answered tiredly, “capiche.”
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Evan heard the door to the college darkroom open behind him, and a stream of light came pouring into the room. “Close the door, dammit!” he yelled, trying to shield his developing film from the light. “You’re going to ruin the film!”

“Sorry,” a female voice said, and the door slammed shut. Evan whirled around, ready to yell again, and saw Minh, one of the women from his photography class.

“It’s okay,” he said. Minh was far too beautiful to yell at. She stepped forward into the red light, bringing a whisper of her perfume – musk and oranges – wafting to his nose. The light reflected off her shiny black hair, hanging in a long braid down her back. Her face was heart-shaped, her eyes were wide and brown, and her lips pouted prettily at him. Evan swallowed.

“I was hoping you’d be in here,” Minh said. She stepped forward again, until her body was almost pressing against his. Evan could see down the front of her shirt to the shadow between her pert breasts. His cock rose to attention, pressing lightly against Minh’s stomach. She spread her hands across his chest, stroking her fingers across his nipples. Standing on tiptoe, she lifted her head and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I’ve been watching you since the first week of classes.”
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[ Story by Old Dreamer georgy@hotmail.com ]

We were invited to a colleague’s New Year’s party. My wife Julie hates parties and I mentioned it nervously, firmly expecting that she would refuse. I was surprised when she accepted with no fuss.

Our marriage had been going through a rough phase lately. I had once pressed her to make love to another man in my presence but she had indignantly refused.

“If I am going to fuck someone else it will be because I want to and in private not for your entertainment.” she had said. Wanting to save my marriage, I backed off and had said no more.

When the party invite arrived, I knew it was not going to be a swinging affair. I could but hope it might be exciting.

She must have sensed my hopeful eagerness and expected the worst. I didn’t imagine that is why she agreed to come and assumed she just wanted to please me to help save the marriage but, in the light of events, I am not as sure now.
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The ferry was due to sail just before midnight. While we were waiting to drive our hire car onto the ship, my wife and I had sat in a taverna knocking back Metaxa Greek brandy. By the time that we had stowed the car and found the lounge I was shattered. Susan, my beautiful but wanton wife, had consumed enough Greek brandy to feel horny, so she told me to get another round of drinks and then find somewhere quiet for us to fuck.

I had been driving all day and badly needed a few hours sleep, so I told her to get her own drink as I was going to lay down on the long seat and have a nap. I remember her ordering another brandy at the bar and then seeing her talking to five young Greek guys, who were playing cards.

I must have dozed off for about twenty minutes and awoke to find my wife and three of the card players missing, leaving the other two guys still playing cards. They told me that their friends were showing my wife round the ship, and explained that they were members of a five a side soccer team who were going to the mainland to play in a competition. I was by now, deeply concerned, because I knew what my wife was like when she had had a drink, especially when in the company of three good looking, young soccer players.
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Suzy and I had been married for six years when she began to change. At first I didn’t notice but that soon changed. We had recently moved into a new house with lots of extra space for children. Suzy and I had known one another for twenty of our twenty six years. We were sweethearts by high school and married at college. After graduating we took high paying jobs in our respective fields and saved for a house and family.

Everything was going according to our plan. We had everything we wanted except the kids. Suzy stopped taking the pill and we waited for her to start ovulating. We were naive in the matters of sex and had had only each other as partners. We had experimented in high school a little and developed a steady diet of sex at about once a week since college. Our sessions were simple and unfortunately resulted in me cumming alone. Suzy didn’t seem to mind and convinced me that our lovemaking felt great to her. I suspected she simply did not know what she was missing. I tried to get Suzy to let me satisfy her orally but she dismissed the attempt as “nasty.”

A month after moving into our new house, Suzy asked if we could join a health club. I ask her why? Her figure is terrific. She correctly reminded me that although she was trim, she needed to work out to maintain a healthy body, especially if she was going to carry a baby. She also suggested that I could work on the bear gut that I had developed after college. Suzy set up a membership at a club near our house. She began to make regular trips every other day to the club. I went with her the first couple of times but lost interest after that.
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This story was written at the request of a woman named Belinda. She had been married to her husband Robert for some time. Robert was unaware that Belinda had a new secret life. She had wanted to tell Robert about that life but just couldn’t bring herself to do it. I first met Belinda at the photo studio that I work at. I’m a budding photographer and amateur writer. It was my writing that prompted Belinda to approach me about writing her story.

Lawrence, the photographer that I was apprenticed to, discovered Belinda walking down the street. He was looking for models and thought that she would do well. At first I wasn’t so sure but Lawrence (He doesn’t like to be called Larry) has a knack for picking hot women.

I had worked for Lawrence for about a year. He called me whenever he needed an assistant for a shoot and to do other things as he saw fit. It was valuable experience. Lawrence was what most women considered a ‘hunk’. Tall, broad shoulders, bulging arms and a trim waist. The guy had straight dark hair and he sported a pony tail that reached the middle of his back.

The first time I met Belinda was on her first shoot. Lawrence called me in to help him with a series of newcomer shoots. Belinda was the last shoot of the day. She arrived on time and we were introduced. “A very nice looking woman,” I thought. She had shoulder length blond hair. It was a little on the darker side of blond and was very pretty. Her face was a perfect match for her hair, very pretty. She had a cute sexy smile and blue eyes that you could get lost in. I couldn’t guess at her age, but she was definitely youthful looking.
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It all began innocently enough. My husband, Jack, and I were driving home from a party. We both had drunk enough that we were feeling relaxed. Though not exactly newlyweds, we still get frisky and I was feeling warm this night.

As we drove on the interstate home, I leaned against Jack and said that I couldn’t wait to get home. “What are you going to do first?” he asked. I allowed how I was looking forward to getting out of these clothes. “Why wait?’ he asked as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Though I had never done anything outside the house before, I decided to play his little game. I reached down and unbuttoned my blouse. Jack’s eye were having a hard time sticking to the road. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and removed. I leaned against Jack and could tell from his bulge that he was having fun. The funny thing was that I was enjoying this little game too.

Jack asked, “You’re not done yet are you?” A challenge like that couldn’t go unanswered. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I lowered it to my lap. Jack’s eye nearly bugged out when he looked over and saw my naked breasts in the passing cars headlight. I leaned against him and he put his hand around me and grab my right breast and started playing. By the time we arrived home, we were both so excited that we didn’t even make it out of the garage.
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Friday night had finally arrived and Michelle’s fantasy was about to begin. Well, I guess it was really my fantasy. My name is Jeff. Michelle and I have been dating for a few months and I can’t keep my hands off her. One look at Michelle and you would understand why I’m constantly horny.

Michelle stands about five feet eight inches in her five inch heels. Her long straight blond hair reaches her waist line. Her eyes are blue and she has a sexy smile. Michelle is very slender and although she hasn’t told me, I suspect she weighs about 100 pounds. Her smooth, shapely legs end at heaven’s definition of a perfect little ass.

Continuing up Michelle’s awesome figure one notices her tiny little waist. Ultimately, the eye is drawn to her perfect breasts. These mounds are of above average size, however they seem large on her petit frame. Michelle’s firm breasts are accented by very sensitive nipples that seem to be permanently hard.

I asked her many times what her measurements were, but her modesty would not allow her to reveal her statistics. After a few weeks of dating, my never ending compliments of her body and my constant questions, she shyly told me that she measured 34C-21-34.
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The school bus pulled out of the church parking lot carrying a load of kids to summer camp. My eight year old son Jeff was on the bus. I now had a full week to myself. My husband John had been on a business trip for two weeks and was not expected back for another two. I missed him very much and was starting to miss Jeff.

I had been looking forward to the time alone. Now, I wasn’t sure it would be that much fun. I had planned to spend time with my best friend Judy. I wanted to check out a new maternity store at the mall and Judy said that she would tag along. I thought that afterward we could have lunch and maybe see a movie. The Saturday crowds at the mall made shopping a drag and we couldn’t find a suitable movie. We settled on a quick lunch then decided to try shopping on Monday.

The rest of the weekend went slowly. I watched a lot of TV and read a little. The two weeks without my husband was causing a hunger between my legs. I partially relieved myself by watching one of John’s porno films while fingering my starving pussy. The immediate tension was released with an orgasm. It was not the same, however, as a good old fashion screwing that my husband always gives me. I missed him more now.
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ease don’t cry, Mrs. Moore,” consoled loan officer Jackson Tydman, “this is strictly business, but unless you can come up with $400.00 by this Friday, we’re going to have to repossess your car, and that’s all there is to it!” Sitting in a chair across from Jack’s desk, Nancy Moore was fighting to control her emotions, and unfortunately was failing miserably. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to explain to Mr. Tydman that without a car, her husband Joe would lose his job as a traveling salesman. “Believe me when I tell you that I’m sympathetic to your position,” Jack went on, “but you’re two months behind already, and the bank feels that it would be unfair to our other customers if we let this thing go any longer!” Thinking fast on her feet, Nancy gave it one last shot, “Well, is there someone else I can talk to about this, like your supervisor or something!?!” Jackson Tydman gave her a long steady gaze and then replied slowly, “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you speak with Miss Winters, but I don’t think it will do any good, she generally agrees with my judgment!” Getting up from behind his desk, Jack excused himself and said he would be right back. He quickly made his way to Blair Winters’ office and stuck his head inside and said, “We got us a real hot one, babe, I’m going to send her down in a few minutes, she owes eight C’s on their car and her old man needs it for his job as a salesman, I think she would do just about anything to keep from losing that car!” “I’ve got her good and softened up,” he said with wink, “and I think it will only take a little shove to put her over the edge!” Blair Winters nodded to Jack and replied, “Good, give me a few minutes to review her file and then send her in!” Jack turned heal and headed back to his office where he found a more composed Nancy waiting patiently for his return. He slid around to his chair, sat down and offered, “I’ve talked to Miss “Winters and she will see you in a few minutes, she’s very busy but can spare you a minute or two.” “Oh thank you, Mr. Tydman,” Nancy fairly gushed, “I just know she will give me a little more time!” Jackson Tydman merely nodded his head and leaned back in his chair and waited for Blair to buzz him.
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About a month ago I received a letter from a college fraternity brother of mine. I hadn’t seen Stan since graduation three years before. Stan was trying to get a group of us together to meet for the first football game of the season. He had settled down in the town where our university was located while most of the rest of our click had moved away. The plan was to go to the game and then to the old frat house afterwards. We’d finish off the night back a Stan’s place.

I looked forward to the visit. I wanted to see my buddies, but I also wanted my buddies to see my new bride Kathy. Now, I’m not what you’d call a good looking guy. During college I didn’t have many dates and the ones I did have weren’t interested in a second date. My buddies continuously poked fun at my lack of experience and lack of women.

Well, since college I met Kathy. I’ll never understand why she was attracted to me. Of course, I smother her with affection and devotion. She’s the type of woman who values what’s inside not what’s outside. The irony is that she could have had any man she wanted. You see. Kathy is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. To top it off, she has the sweetest personality of any woman I have ever known. I’m not just saying that because she is my wife.

Kathy stands 5′9″ inches tall and weighs 120 pounds. Her hair is long, silky and naturally light blond. She wears it parted down the middle. It’s a simple look, but with her perfect angel face any styling is unnecessary. Her eyes are sparkling deep blue and her skin is baby smooth without a blemish to be found. She sports a beautiful tan and keeps herself in shape with aerobics. So far so good? There is more.

I have tried to get Kathy to tell me her measurements. She shyly tells me she doesn’t know. I think she is embarrassed for some reason. By my eye she measures 38DD-23-36. I’m guessing at her waist and hips. I am certain about her bust, however. I’ve sneaked looks at her underwear. You may wonder why a fox like Kathy wouldn’t be full of herself or why she would marry a toad like me. I think it goes back a few years. Until about two years ago, Kathy had been very overweight. She also wore very thick glasses. After high school she got a job as a secretary. One of her coworkers helped her through a diet and exercise program. She also had eye surgery to eliminate the need for glasses. The result was as described above.
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The sudden lurch of the train pulling out of the station roused Gwen from her momentary cat nap. As they slowly picked up speed she watched in silence as the city turned into suburbs which in turn became fields of lush green corn and soybeans, mixed in with an occasional patch of golden brown wheat. The gentle motion of car and the barely discernible clickety-clack of the steel wheels were quite calming. She was just about to doze off again when a feminine voice asked softly, “Do you mind if I sit across from you, most of the other seats are taken?” Gwen quickly looked up at her inquisitor and nodded for the stranger that it was all right with her. The woman easily tossed her duffel bag into the over head compartment and slid effortlessly into the seat opposite Gwen’s. She wasn’t pretty, exactly, more wholesome with smooth pink cheeks and a short shock of blonde hair that made her look younger than she probably was. While it was hard to tell exactly, the blonde appeared to be taller than average with a chest that was almost dominating! Gwen wasn’t really up for conversation but the blonde quickly extended her hand and introduced herself by saying, “Hi, my name’s Steffi Grand!” “Uh, my name’s Gwen,” she mumbled while shaking the woman’s hand, “Gwen Porter.” “Nice to meet ya, Gwen,” Steffi replied while flashing a radiant smile. “Where’re you headed, I’m going to New Orleans?” “Me, too,” Gwen replied while warming up to the conversation, “I’m from Chicago.” Gwen found out that they were both from the Big Windy and really had quite a lot in common. They traded information about themselves until it was time for dinner when they retired to the dining car to get a bite to eat.
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My name is Jenny. My story is about a major change in my life. I’m 35 years old, married and have two children. My husband is a Minister in a small town in Texas. We’ve been married for 17 years. My life has been very prim and proper but satisfying until recently. About two weeks ago I started out to attend a bible seminar in Dallas, which is about a three hour drive from home. I kissed and hugged my two sons Brad and Jeff and husband Jim and promised that I would be careful on the road. I told Jim that I would call him from the hotel to let him know I was OK.

The trip went fine until I got near Dallas. A road construction crew was working on the road and had set up a detour. I checked my map to see how far this would put me from my final destination. No problem, it turned out, if I used a county road about 5 miles from the detour. Unfortunately, my car decided to die after about 10 miles down the county road. I lifted the hood to take a look at the engine even though I know nothing about cars. I had hopes that someone might come along and help. I hadn’t passed any cars on this stretch and I was worried it might be some time before someone came by. It was a hot July day and I was beginning to perspire.

My worries ended when a pick-up truck pulled up behind my car. Two very large black men got out and walked to the front of my car. I was startled at first and a little afraid at the sight of these two giants. They seemed polite enough when they asked if I needed help. I smiled and answered yes. Both looked under the hood and after a few minutes’ one of the men said that it looked like a bad fuel pump. He offered to give me a ride into town to arrange a tow. I accepted his kindness and introduced myself.

The man that offered the ride told me that his name was Fred and his friend’s name was Joe. We all got in their truck with me sitting in the middle. The pick-up was old and had no air-conditioning. It was a standard size pick-up but I was still cramped between these huge men. I noticed that my shirt was beginning to cling to my skin. Fred and Joe had noticed as well. They kept stealing glances at my chest as the wet material of my shirt outlined my breasts. They remained gentlemen, however.
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