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The first couple of hours at a Rodeo can be a little bit disorienting. Things are going on all over the place. Our trailers were parked near one corner of the parking area, probably about � mile from the main show rings. The sounds of the PA system were just really distant echoes. Our group had set up our stuff, gotten our horses comfortable and ready to go, and now I had a long wait before my rides came up. Read the rest of this erotic story

“May I help you, sir,” the attractive young saleswoman asked while Ryan Majors scanned the display of night gowns that were marked at twenty percent off!?! “Uh, yes, maybe,” he replied while feeling the material on one of the gowns!!! “Is it a present for your wife,” the lady asked?!? “Yes,” he replied, “it’s our fifth wedding anniversary and I just thought that maybe she might like something like this!!!” The saleslady, who introduced herself as Dawn answered quickly, “These might be a little on the old side for someone her age, follow me and I’ll show you something a little more appropriate!!!” Just grateful that he didn’t have to say anymore, Ryan followed Dawn to the rear portion of the store where she stopped before a large selection of shortie night gowns!!! Read the rest of this erotic story

“What a nice evening,” Dina Corbin thought to herself as she slipped into the shower and let the hot stinging jets of water waft over her body. And it really had been a nice evening, her daughter Lori had come home from college for a weekend visit and brought along her room mate Landry, and the three or them had spent the evening gabbing about old times, playing Scrabble, and drinking wine spritzers! This was the first time that Dina had met any of Lori’s college chums, and after meeting Landry, she felt confident that she was making good decisions! Her private thoughts were interrupted, when she heard a soft tapping at the door, so she turned off the water and called out, “Who is it?!?” A whispered voice replied, “It’s just me, Mrs. C, Landry, I really have to take a pee after all of those wine coolers!!!” Laughing lightly, Dina answered, “Come on in, there’s plenty of room, I’m still in the shower!!!”

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“I still can’t believe that Joe still gets it up three times a week,” exclaimed Kimberly Farlow to her bridge partner Marion Hart, “my god, you two still do it like newly weds!!!” “No way,” shot back Marion, “when we were first married we did it twice a day every day!” All four women at the table roared with laughter at that one, and Barb Knox added, “I would give anything if my Tom did it once a week,” which caused another round of guffaws. Billie Harris, the hostess for today’s party, snuffed out her cigarette and rejoined, “Seriously girls, I think we all miss the feeling of seeing and touching a big cock for the first time, or the excitement of seeing a young man strip off his clothes and expose his hard pecker as well as a muscular body!” Read the rest of this erotic story

Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different, he loved feel of the books in his hands and the aroma of old manuscripts filling his nose, but especially the wealth of information found like buried treasure between the sometimes frayed covers. He was only eighteen, but already he knew what he wanted to do with his life, go to college, major in library science, and become a curator for some large research library. Read the rest of this erotic story

“What do you think about Southern Illinois,” asked Miss Weston, “it’s got a great communications department, one of the best in the nation.” Sarah Foster looked intently at the brochure her guidance counselor had placed in front of her, it showed a beautiful campus full of stately trees intermingled several lakes. “I hadn’t even considered SIU,” Sarah replied, “but from the looks of the campus and it’s highly rated communications program, maybe I should!” It was a lot of work trying to pick the right college, and as Guidance counselor for five hundred seniors, Kim Weston had all she handle scheduling appointments with each and every student. Sarah was the exception to the rule, in that she had already done some research on several colleges that might be of interest to her, so it made her job much easier. Read the rest of this erotic story

Helen Argyll walked smartly up the front walk, up the three stairs, and firmly pressed the doorbell button and waited for someone to answer. It was midmorning, and for a lingerie sales woman, this was one of the best times of the day to catch the lady of the house. Usually her husband and kids were off to work and school, and she had already had time to clean up the kitchen and make the beds, and by now was usually ready to take a coffee break. Helen listened intently for signs of life behind the thick front door, and seconds later she could hear foot steps approaching rapidly. The door swung open and a tall brunette of about twenty five or so said, “May I help you?” Helen, sticking out here business card quickly introduced herself and stepped inside the vestibule and then explained, “I represent the “Ultra Woman” lingerie company and I am canvassing the area, showing ladies our new fall line, I’m sure that I have some things that would be of interest to you, may I please come in!?!” Read the rest of this erotic story

Mitchell Crawford looked over the room and decided immediately that this would do just fine! For eighty dollars a week he got a nice place to stay plus breakfast and supper, not bad at all! His new land lady, Mrs. Anna Williamson, seemed like a very nice person, who he guessed was in her mid fifties, and in their short conversation, he had learned that the big house was left to her by her late husband who had died several years earlier. Read the rest of this erotic story

Glenda stumbled from Mr. Avery’s office with her eyes full of tears. This couldn’t be happening to her, she had been with the company for over three years and this was the thanks she got! She passed Mrs. London’s desk on the way to her own, and as she walked past it she said, “I can’t believe it, the asshole just fired me, he said something about across the board cut backs, and that I was doing a fine job but they just had to let me go, why don’t they fire his precious Marianne,” she spat, “I’ll tell you why, ‘cuz he’s bangin’ her, that’s why!!!” ” Read the rest of this erotic story

Amber strolled down the beach, marveling at the sheer beauty of the strip of sand know around the world as St. Tropez. Made famous in the sixties by Brigitte Bardot, it now was the play ground for the idle rich of Europe. This was Amber’s second visit to the continent, but her first to the South of France, and it was all that it was cracked up to be and more!!! It was seven in the morning and she had the entire beach to herself, that is, except for the huge yachts that were moored not more than one hundred yards off shore. Picking up a shells as she went along, Amber could all ready feel the heat from the sun warming her bare back, even at this early hour! When she was far enough away from the main swimming area, she slipped behind some rocks and remove her shorts and halter top, and then lay down on her blanket for some serious sunning! Read the rest of this erotic story

Afton groaned and rolled over trying to ignore the insistent buzzing of her snooze alarm. She glanced at the clock one more time, just to make sure that it really was seven o’clock, but the red glowing digits on the night stand indicated that now it was seven-o- two and counting! She stretched out, trying to get the circulation moving through her body, and felt her white cotton bikini panties pressing hard against her bulging vulva. The mere pressure from the thin material was enough to flood her vagina with pussy juice, causing her to automatically slip her hand inside her undies and begin massaging her now throbbing clitoris. She sighed contentedly while her left middle finger flicked back and forth across the now erect little sex organ, while her right hand cupped one of her full breasts, occasionally twisting a distended nipple between her thumb and index finger. Read the rest of this erotic story

Barbara Walker hurried up the steps of Central High, flung open the front door, and proceeded directly to the principal’s office. She was greeted with a hearty good morning from Mrs. Bruner, the front desk supervisor and receptionist for Principal Bradley. “What have I got today,” asked Barbara, hoping that it wouldn’t be another math class?!? “Ah, let me see,” replied Mrs. Bruner, as she scanned a list of absent teachers, “yes, here it is, you sub for Matt Kearny in English Literature, room 231!” “Thanks,” Barbara answered gratefully, “at least it’s not math!” Barbara climbed the single flight of stairs to the second floor and found room 231 down the hall and to the right. When she entered the classroom, most of the students were already there, mostly milling around and exchanging small talk with each other. At 8:47 the final bell rang and all the student took their assigned seats, dutifully waiting for Barbara to begin the class. Just as she was launching into the lesson on Chaucer, the door to the hall way swung open and in sauntered Deke Banyon, as if he didn’t have a care in the world!!! Read the rest of this erotic story