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The sun beat down on the lone sunbather. Her sun tan cream and sweat formed some kind of protection against the sun. The cool water of the sea called out to her, time and time again. She wanted to feel its caress on her naked skin, to swim in its glory. She wanted to feel every part of her body touched. She wanted to feel at one with nature, and with her self.

The towel on the beach and her book were put away. She always had this beach at this time to herself. She knew it would be hours till anybody disturbed her. Only Mad Dogs and Englishmen went out in the mid day sun, after all. She got up, the sun beating down on her perspiring body, she ran into the sea, her sand covered torso and legs instantly being cleaned.

She swam around for maybe half an hour, the time seemed to evaporate the longer she stayed in. She wanted to stay there forever, but she realised that like a lover’s embrace, she had to break it soon. She swam to the shore, the hot sun still beating down on her. She went back to her towel, and slowly, gently, dried herself of. She didn’t see the lone figure approach her, until she saw his shadow, cast against her face, and across her torso. (more…)

My name is Adam Harris. I’m just an average guy with a very active sex life. It all started with my elder neighbour…let me tell you the story…

Her name was Susan Jones. She lived next door to my mother and I, a divorcee. She had no children and seemed to prefer it that way. She was an alluring woman, standing at 5′11” on long well toned legs with a shapely hourglass figure. Her slightly pale oval face was framed with locks of long golden hair. She had deep green eyes that shone out happily. She looked rather young for a woman of around 38.

I had met her a few times out and about on the streets or in the shopping centre, but nothing more than a brief hello. She moved in around four months after us after she had divorced her husband. From what I could see from my bedroom window she came out very comfortable in the settlement. (more…)

Due to my frequent travels, my wife and I have an agreement that we are allowed to satisfy our sexual desires as needed. Some call this an open marriage, we didn’t put a name to it but I guess that’s what it was. Angie is a very sexual person and had taken on a couple regular lovers. She was able to satisfy them and still take care of my needs too when I was in town. We always were open about things that would happen but I was caught off guard one morning when Angie told me that her boyfriend had his son with him when she showed up at his apartment one night.

She said at first she was a little ashamed at the way she was dressed (she almost always just wore a night gown or something like that. It was always sexy but not enough to get her arrested for public nudity. She had worn a sheer top baby doll that night with a very small sheer panty and no bra. She said her bf explained to her that his son was going to spend the summer before starting college living with him. He also explained that he thought maybe they could teach the boy some things over the summer.
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I was down from university for the summer, and like most students, I needed money. From all the experience I had picked up doing our garden at home for my mum, I had managed to get various gardening jobs from friends to keep me busy through the break. The main plus to the job was it was good money, and being a twenty-year-old athletic guy, it helped me stay active in the summer heat.

One ‘client’ shall I say, was a friend of my mum, who lived across the road from where I grew up. We moved house six years ago, but still stayed in touch. I had been working on her garden for several weeks now, and it was really starting to take shape. It was a Sunday morning, and the sun was beaming so I had no shirt on, I might as well make the most of the weather I thought, and continued the work. Every now and again when taking a breather, I would glance around, and allow memories to flood back on my childhood. I found it interesting to see what changes had been made to my old house, and saw a neighbour that I never really liked. Nearing the end of mowing the lawn, I heard a door open, and glanced up. Standing in the next garden was Judith. I remembered her, as she looked me up and down. Judith must have only been around thirty-five, she had a kid when she was quite young, Dean, who was a year or two younger than me who I used to play with. I remember them moving in, going round for tea, and just hanging out with Dean. I wasn’t certain but I recall her with a partner, I think his name was Andy, but I wasn’t sure. (more…)

It was a blistering hot summer day. I had just walked a couple of miles from the auto dealer repair shop where I had left my car for a tune up. Normally it’s a pleasant walk but today it was just sweaty. I was nearly home when a voice behind me said, “Oh good, could you help me with this?”

I heard her bike come to a stop. It was Kimberly, my neighbor, kitty corner from across the street. I was standing right in front of her house. Kimberly and her husband are a young couple that purchased their first home here several months ago. Kimberly is a grade school teacher. I’m not quite sure what her husband does but he does it in a suit and he is gone by 7 am and back around six. They were young, good looking, and athletic. They always seemed to be doing something energetic like biking, snowboarding, rock climbing, running. They dove into fixing up their new house by refinishing the floors, painting, gardening, and even jack hammering out the back cement patio. I used to be like that but after two decades in the same house there isn’t that much more to do and I can afford to hire people to do most of those projects now.
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Went to work for her that summer, I was a teenage kid far from home. I was 19 years old, about 5′8″, short brown hair, blue eyes, and pretty muscular. I saw the help wanted flier on a telephone pole. ‘Help wanted. I need a strong young man to help out a widowed middle aged woman with chores around the house.’ I called the number that was on the bottom of the flier. When she answered the phone I almost couldn’t speak.

“Hello” she spoke in a soft voice.

“Hello, my name is Kristofer Hawk, and I was enquiring about the job you have posted on the fliers.” I replied with a little nervousness in my voice.

“Ok Kristofer, can you meet me as the address on the flier and I would like to interview you, can’t be to careful now a days.” She replied (more…)

“Hi Alan!” There was no mistaking Carmen Fuller’s low, sultry voice as he took off his helmet. Looking back over his shoulder, he let the motorcycle rest on its kickstand. His gaze sweeping over her, instantly taking notice of the way her fling skirt was swaying, exposing most of her tanned thighs as she walked toward him. His eyes lingered at the hem of her dress.

“Hey. You look good. Going out?” he asked, stretching his legs out as he sat, leaning back against the bike.

“Going out? She laughed. “No, I just stopped in for a few things on my way home but thank you for the compliment. What about you?” she added, stepping up to the rear of the bike, running her hand along the chrome seat frame. The metal was cool, unyielding, and smooth as she curled her long fingers around the tube. Slowly moving her hands up and down, caressing the metal.
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It’s a beautiful day at the Jersey shore. I’m lounging at the rail overlooking the beach watching the eye candy wander by. Beautiful young women pass me, an endless parade of taut young bodies at the peak of desirability. A blond teenager, no more than 17 struts past me on the boardwalk, her firm young ass barely covered by a tiny pink bikini. On the beach another young lovely stands and stretches, presenting her full round breasts and flat tummy to anyone who cares to look. It’s an endless cornucopia of flesh. Tonight I will be fucking one of these girls.

Lust is an incredible motivator. A year ago a friend and I were ogling the young beauties on the beach and bemoaning the fact that we could no longer attract such women. We were, after all, middle-aged men in our forties and not particularly successful financially. Certainly our physical condition was not on par with the muscular young studs that often accompanied the objects of our desire. What could we offer these girls? They would remain forever out of our reach. (more…)

Why had me thoughts of late been keeping me up nights, why could I not stop thinking about sex and why could I not keep my hands off myself? The answers to these questions were simple.

Whole afternoons would merge into a haze of self-pleasure. Having orgasm after orgasm letting my mind run away with me and not feeling the slightest bit of guilt about the fact that I had taken time off work to deal with some personal issues. If the office knew that my personal issues simply involved lying on my bed whilst having the most wonderful flashbacks to a night of sex that I could not forget, I’m fairly sure they’d have had a few words to say about it.

A particular fantasy had stuck in my head for months before and I had finally found an outlet. The dream had been for me to be taken by an older man someone who knew what they were doing, what they wanted. I was young at the age of twenty-three and had had little in the way of positive sexual experiences. Meeting men at clubs and bars, leading to drunken fumblings, inadequate sex, and swift, awkward goodbyes in the morning. I was desperate for something or someone to break the rut I was in and knew just the chap for the job. (more…)

It was one of the hottest summers on record in the UK. I was in my school summer holidays, so had loads of free time for messing around with mates.

One evening, our parents all met up round at Adam’s house for a barbeque. Adam’s mother, Sue, had been a fantasy of mine for some time, and I was looking forward to seeing her again….

There must have been about 30 of us there, as the garden was packed with people. I went into the kitchen to get a drink of Coke, and found Sue in the kitchen having a glass of wine, relaxing away from the masses for a moment. We spoke a little, and I leant against the kitchen unit opposite her. As we spoke, I looked her up and down; from her gorgeous, long black hair; past her deep, entrancing brown eyes; over her softly pouted lips; down to her ample, firm breasts with her deep, smooth cleavage. My eyes then looked further; down over her tight stomach; and down to her delicate feet encased in her strappy stilettos. Sadly the rest of her, namely her long, slender legs, were covered in a shimmering silk sarong. (more…)

The summer of 1988 brought about a few changes to my life, the first was I had broken up with my girlfriend of three years. We dated through high school, explored our sexuality together and eventually out grew each other. The next week, I pissed my mother off by taking a year off instead of going to college as was originally planned. I was going to work construction for the summer and fall, take unemployment in the winter, work construction next summer and then go on to college.

I think what pissed her off the most was the fact that I was now going to spend my free nights drinking and partying as often as I could with my friends before most of them leave for their various schools. She was right, night after night we would get together on some old back road and drink cheap beer, if we were lucky someone scored some decent weed.
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Tess watched as her neighbor’s nephew waved them goodbye, he was very good-looking, the single 39 year old woman thought. Still, no reason to get excited, at age 22 he certainly wasn’t going to be interested in an old bag like her. Not that she really felt that old, or even thought that she looked like an old bag, but for a cute 22 year old male that’s probably what he’d see. Oh well, too bad, she sighed… first new guy in the neighborhood in years and way too young for her. Tossing her short brown hair over her shoulder, she decided to make a casserole for him… chances were on his first day in he wouldn’t know the kitchen there very well. And she should introduce herself anyway since her neighbors Pat and Kathy had asked her to keep an eye out on him during the summer while he house-sat for them. Not that they didn’t trust him implicitly, but it never hurt to have an extra pair of eyes. (more…)

The summer rain shower had caught him completely off guard. He had to run outside and drive the old tractor into the barn to keep the rain from getting into the motor. It had begun to pour and he couldn’t help getting soaked, but he didn’t mind, the rain was a cool reprieve from the intense July heat.

She watched him from the kitchen window. It was early still and she stood there wearing one of his old t-shirts which she always wore to bed when she spent occasional weekends with him on his farm. She studied him as he drove the old tractor into the barn and shut the door. The rain had drenched him through and the color of his skin and the shape of his muscles could be seen through his white t-shirt. He was wearing his favorite Levi’s; the ones that were a little tight in the crotch showing off one of his better assets. She couldn’t help but tremble a little and she bit her bottom lip as he climbed over the barn gate, landing on the other side with little effort. She loved the way he carried himself, the way he moved, like rugged poetry, with the confidence of a god. (more…)

I used to visit my grandfather Anders regularly when he was an old man and bound to a wheel chair. His brain was still sharp and he entertained me with stories from his life. He was a handsome man, tall and slim. He had done well for himself and lived a luxury life. My grandmother was dead and he had a maid and a private nurse to take care of him.

This Sunday in March -52 his nurse Charlotte wheeled him into the room. She was in her late twenties, good-looking with a full bosom that she wasn’t shy to show. Her nurse uniform wasn’t fully buttoned up but showed a very nice cleavage. And when she bent forward over Anders a good part of her lovely breasts showed. She often leaned over Anders. She had been with my grandfather for a year and seemed to take good care of him. (more…)

I was lying face down on a raft in the pool when Mason came home from the office. He put his briefcase down on the kitchen counter and hung his suit jacket on one of the barstools before coming outside. I didn’t even know he was there until he launched into his usual diatribe about the dangers of lying out in the sun. Startled, I quickly sat up, revealing my bare chest. Mason’s skin cancer tirade came to an abrupt end when he saw my young, firm, naked breasts. My nipples were hard as nails from the chilly water, which was mixing with my tanning oil to form little beads all over my skin. I could tell from the expression on his face that Mason’s dick was getting hard as he took in the sight of his beautiful 22-year-old girlfriend’s semi-nude body. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him about the bulge in his pants. “You dirty old man,” I said to him coyly, “I thought that by the time men turned 50, they knew how to master their domain. Can’t you control yourself in the least bit?” (more…)

Pamela watched the pick-up truck pull into her drive and wiped her flour-covered hands on her apron; her hired hand was here. Her husband had passed away three years ago and she had milked their prize herd all by herself as well tended the farm’s crops. For all her hard work she’d finally managed to make the last payment on the small farm and this year opted to hire a full-time summer employee.

She’d interviewed several young men. Some were obviously looking for an easy summer job, milk a few cows, lift a few hay bales, eat a fine meal and then party time. But that wasn’t what Pamela wanted or needed in her employee. Eventually, she’d settled on one applicant. She watched the young man get out of his truck and pull off his baseball cap. No one would have looked at the gentleman and seen “farmer” nor would they have seen “artist.” What they would have seen was a city boy wanting to experience life, and that was what he’d told her.

Pamela liked the answer. She’d not taught since she married Will and she saw Trent as her way of recapturing something she enjoyed doing, teaching. She didn’t have to be in a classroom. She just enjoyed showing people how to do something new. Her fingers were unknotting her apron when she heard the doorbell ring and she chuckled at her thoughts and how easily she was distracted. (more…)

Since I’d moved into my new house, I’d made reasonably good friends with the neighbours. Beth would often let me go over and use the pool whenever I wanted, because nobody used it anymore, that is, her kids had all grown up and left home. So I would often walk over to their yard and go for a dip, especially when no one was home. They didn’t mind at all. On one occasion, Beth’s sister-in law Sandy, from Ireland, came to stay for 3 months for the summer.

Beth told me that Sandy was gonna stay over and insisted I should still use the pool whenever I wanted. I was a bit hesitant at first, since I didn’t want to intrude. But I felt that since Beth and husband John worked the day, I would be doing them a favor by giving some company to Sandy. I noticed Sandy used the pool quite frequently in these hot summer days, I could hear the constant clang of the gate that fenced the pool. Every clang I heard, I knew someone was using it. Before going for a swim, I was always cautious about the fact that someone else may be using the pool. Since my bedroom had faced the side of the house, I would often peep through top of my blinds and over the fence to see if anyone was in there. If the coast was clear, I would usually go for a swim. (more…)

I’ve always been a church going girl; a “real” Christian. But I, like many young adults have raging hormones that I let get the best of me. It all started sophomore year in college. It seemed that the cheerleading team had made it a goal to “break the girl.” They wanted to change me from the “good, virginal girl” to “one of them.”

They told me I should read “Mr. Maybe,” which I did. I then started reading other books that if some of my other friends found out I were reading I would be exiled from the group. I eventually started signing onto erotic literature websites and rubbing myself to other’s sexual encounters. The cheerleading squad successfully “broke me” but they didn’t know that: I kept up the “virginal” reputation throughout high school.

I am now in graduate school and live at home. And most people still think that I am this good innocent girl. But they don’t know the real me.

My parents and two younger brothers left the house to run errands. This left me alone, by myself. Seeing that I cheer at my school I have extremely bad tan lines: the shorts, the socks, the tank tops. So I went outside to sunbath, naked. (more…)

I was randy as hell one day and made up my mind I was going to get laid that afternoon, one way or another. If I had to drive into to town and pick up someone at a bar, I would. But first, I had decided I would see if I could attract someone locally.

My beach house is rather isolated. It’s the only one for about half a mile in either direction. I know this will change over time. This undiscovered barrier island on the Gulf Coast will eventually be over developed and become like all the rest — an over crowded tourist venue. But for now, it was secluded and peaceful and I loved it. Sure, fishermen would drive by along the beach, or sometimes even set up to surf fish right in front of my place; but not often. Mostly, the beach was deserted, with just a few people walking along the surf every so often.

I had determined I would put my beach blanket just at the foot of the dunes where the wooden walk from my cottage ends. That put me about fifty yards from the water, and I decided I would sunbath and see if I attracted any attention that way. I was willing to take anything that came along that half resembled a good looking man from eighteen to eighty, as long as he could get it up and satisfy me. (more…)

“Glen, come upstairs after we close, please. I need to talk to you,” said Rosemary – under her breath, yet pointedly – as she passed behind me. She was the second-in-command, behind the owner, of the drug store where I worked to support myself as a 20-year-old, pre-med, sophomore college student in the mid 1960s.

What could she possibly want? I wondered, as I locked the front door behind the late-shift pharmacist after he left for home. Shutting off the outside lights at 10 p.m., I swept the floor and emptied the day’s trash into the dumpster behind the store, locked the delivery car inside the back gate, and went upstairs to Rosemary’s office, where she was counting the day’s receipts.

“Wait a few minutes,” she said, brusquely, as she completed a tally from a cash drawer. I stood a few feet away, unbuttoning my pharmacist’s smock from my neck and down one shoulder, and wanted desperately to sit down. My days were full: 8 a.m. classes ’til one, a quick bite for lunch, at the drug store by two and working ’til ten – with a snack on the run – then a sandwich over the books until I fell asleep at 2 or 3 a.m. That schedule was repeated consistently, six days a week. (more…)

It had been a long vacation. Karan had insisted on a long holiday and she and Karan had gone away for a fortnight to Mauritius with their close friends Simran and Rajeev. The holiday in itself had been fun, though these adventures often left Sunita wondering about the contrast between what the movies showed, and how her own married life seemed to be. In the movies, the couple would frisk around and be passionate with each other. Karan was more interested in sporting his dark glasses and looking good and cheesy around the pool and beach. He and Rajeev had spent a fair bit of their time eyeing the beautiful women in evidence.

She didn’t mind that. In fact, she encouraged it with the hope that in bed it would make him more of a tiger. She wondered all that fascination for women went when she was in bed with him. He would either spend the night drinking into the wee hours so she was dog tired by the time he came to bed. Or when he did come to bed and make love to her, it was his usual unimaginative man-on-top style.
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I had only been on the job as superintendent of the apartment building in Miami a couple of weeks. My job consists of maintaining the common areas of the buildings interior and attending to the simple everyday problems with plumbing, electrical and a myriad of other small items in the tenants apartments. Generally speaking, I was a handy man. For 30 odd years I was a highly paid engineer. I got tired of the rat race and chucked it all, my wife included. We never had children and since I gave her everything she didn’t mind too much.

My third week on the job found me changing the filters in the return portion of the air conditioning system. There are three air returns in the hallway on each floor. Mid-morning found me on the second floor right next to the elevator. An extremely small man in his late sixties engaged me in conversation as he waited for the elevator. He introduced himself as Hal in apartment 214. The elevator came and he let it go without him, explaining he thought his wife was right behind him. (more…)

A few weeks ago I met a very glamorous woman of about 35 at the supermarket where I work as Assistant Manager. She asked me to take down a packet of washing powder from the top shelf, as she could not reach it herself (she was only about 5″2′). As I gave it to her our fingers touched and she looked me in the eyes and slowly licked her lips. I felt heat rising in my groin and after a moment she looked down and saw the swelling in my trousers. She smiled at me, looked at the name badge pinned onto my shirt, and whispered “You should be careful Martin, who you show that to. Some people might be offended.” Then she leaned towards me and brushed her fingers lightly along my erection finishing by gently squeezing the head. I almost came in my pants!

“I can see that you are not offended” I replied to which she said “Oh no, I look upon that as a compliment. I have rather a lot of shopping here, can you help me load it into my car?” (more…)

Oh, God! I just wanted to hide! I wished with all my heart that the Earth would just open up and swallow me. This must be a dream. How could I have ever gotten myself into a situation like this?

Tawdry! Unseemly!

Look at them out there. Four young men dressed in their work jeans and boots leaned on their picks and shovels - Boys, really. They were all in their late teens or early twenties. Each was shirtless on this unexpectedly hot and humid day in early September. The sun gleamed off of their youthful sweaty bodies.

Jerry was the oldest at twenty-four and the other three were standing around him and listening with what appeared to be almost hero worship. I couldn’t hear what was being said as I peered out from between the curtains of my bedroom, but I had a pretty good idea. (more…)