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I was making my rounds in an electric cart of a local supermarket, picking up a few things for dinner, minding my own business … and keeping an eye out for a shapely bottom or a full-sized breast or just a pretty face when … I caught a glimpse of all three in the same jeans-and-vee-neck-blouse ahead of me.

I followed her up the aisle, slowly, savoring the narrowness at her waistline, the way she rounded out the backside of her jeans and, yes, the more-than-handful globes in her blouse, much of which appeared in the loose fitting, deep vee cut of her blouse. The black material set off the tanned-and-freckled skin of her boobs very well.

Then I got a good look at her face and my heart-rate quickly doubled. She was gorgeous. She had magnificent blue eyes, blonde hair (although it appeared that it was probably not her original color) cut very attractively so that it just broke in curls on her shoulders. Her makeup was impeccably done, in either perfect lines or smoothly fading changes as the case might be. Her skin was as smooth as silk with no visible blemishes.

I rode toward her slowly, savoring her loveliness. When I got near, she spotted me and gave me a quick smile of apology as she moved her basket to the side of the aisle. I told her I wasn’t in a rush and that she was not in my way but she just smiled. So reluctantly I rode on past her. (more…)

Barry sat down on his computer chair and switched his computer on just as his mother in law shouted up for him to clean his room. Shifting his eyes to look at the ceiling and contemplating a response he simply sighed and shouted okay. He liked his mother in law but she could be very bossy at times and since she was gracious enough to allow him to move in after he’d gotten her daughter pregnant, he always bit his tongue whenever she ordered him about.

The only thing he thought was quiet silly though was the fact she’d insisted he had a room to himself as opposed to sleeping with her daughter, as if the damage hadn’t already been done. Still, it could be worse, so he put up with her little quirks. Truth be told, he quiet fancied his mother in law. After all she was only thirty-eight years of age and he could see she must have turned a few heads back in her teens.

It was Julie that insisted he treated her mother like she was the mother in law for they were planning on marrying in the spring. Barry saw nothing wrong with this and so felt comfortable telling people she was his mother in law. He knew it would be the truth come spring so what the hell.

Quickly tidying up the room he heard his mother in law coming up the stairs and just managed to fold up the shirt he’d left on the floor before she knocked and walked in. (more…)

I was recently divorced and needing a change when I saw the ad online. “Live-in nanny needed A.S.A.P!” It read. Noticing that it was in the New Jersey area, I decided to check it out. I had been living in the Midwest, and I couldn’t think of a bigger change. I hadn’t had any formal nanny experience, but I loved kids and I had taken some childcare courses in college. Deciding to take a risk, I sent in my resume and continued on with my job search. Little did I know how much my life was about to change.

I received a phone call a few days later, and I was shocked that I had even been considered. I had honestly forgotten all about applying. The call actually came from the family’s current nanny, Beatrice. After introducing herself and asking a few preliminary questions, Beatrice went on to explain the situation. Apparently, she had been the nanny ever since the parents had gotten divorced and the children’s father had needed help when he had the kids every few days.

“Wait a minute,” I interrupted.

“Yes, dear?” she replied. (more…)

Vanessa Moore was a very good nurse. Dedicated was what would best describe Vanessa. She was 49 years old and an intensive care unit nurse at Maplethorpe University Medical Center for 21 years. She still loved her work despite it resulting in sometimes tragic outcomes. It was a natural part of the job that not all patients in her care left the hospital healthy enough to resume active lives. Sometimes people did die. That is why she chose to never marry or have children. She desperately wanted both. But she didn’t think it would be fair to raise a family and have a husband, knowing she would always be dealing with life and death. Even her family could understand why she did what she did in this instance.

Her mom, Loretta, stayed home to raise Vanessa and her younger brother, Steven and younger sister, Paula, while Vanessa’s dad, Edward, was an investment banker for 43 years. Vanessa knew her parents to be good, hard-working honest people who loved their children very much. She wanted to live up to their example. She thought she had so far and was proud of herself and her work.

Her pride took a back seat one time three years ago. One very interesting time… (more…)

She knocks on his door, waits for him to answer, then realizes that he has his music too loud to hear her soft knocks. She opens the door and walks in. She sees him lying on the couch with his eyes closed. He hasn’t noticed that she’s there. She silently walks over to him. She kneels down by the couch and traces his lips with her finger. She realizes that he’s asleep.

She decides to wake him up properly. Standing up she quickly undresses. She moves back over to the couch. She straddles his body and starts to rub her body over his; pushing her hands under his shirt she rubs his taut stomach. She feels him get tense. As she continues to rub her lower body over his he startles her when he wakes up and grabs her by the hips and roughly pushes up into her. Throwing her head back she moans.

He’s angry and she knows it. But she continues to push him. She’s wanted this for so damn long and she was tired of feeling like this, this fire that couldn’t be put out with some toy. She wanted him and she was going to get him. Reaching between their bodies she unsnaps and slowly unzips his jeans. Her fingers searching out the one thing she knows can put out the fire. She pulls it free and looks hungrily at it. Her mouth starts to water at the sight of it. It was bigger than all the others she had seen. (more…)

I looked at my friend Thomas as I chewed the last bite of my hamburger. “No, I’m afraid I can’t make it tomorrow,” I said. “I know that Saturday is your only free day, but it’ll have to be next week. I promised my neighbor I would help her with some minor chores tomorrow.”

“That’s quite all right,” Thomas replied. “I guess I’ll see you in 8 days then. I have to run, got to hit the books now so that I’m finished before Sunday.”

I nodded as Thomas pushed himself away from the table. “Bye, Jerry,” he said as he waved. I waved back at his departing figure.

I signaled for the check as my waiter passed by. Paying the bill, I headed out to walk the 3 blocks to my room-for-rent. I was lucky to find the place, which I furnished in a Spartan manner – a bed and a dresser. (The owners of the house were nice enough to let me have a towel rack in the bathroom for my shower towel and part of the refrigerator for any food I might buy.) It was only 5 blocks from the Northwestern campus in Evanston, and was barely affordable for a college student living on nothing but financial aid. I had enough money to pay rent and live on Ramen, like all good college students. Once a week (Fridays) I would meet Thomas in the local greasy spoon for dinner (cheap burgers): we alternated paying. Normally, we would meet on Saturdays to play chess. (more…)

At my age, 56, sex with a young girl means someone who’s 40 or maybe even 36. Anyone younger than that you start to feel as if you are committing some sort of crime and will be busted by the police and end up in prison as some guy’s bitch. Maybe that’s what keeps some of us “in line.” I’ve been single for ten years now and have dated numerous women although that special one has been quite elusive.

I’ve kept myself in pretty good shape. Although I’ve never been a runner I do jog on a daily basis and go to the gym when the weather precludes outdoor activity, like all winter long.

I live in a town of about 24,000 people and the section I live in the houses are all on lots of at least a half acre so no one lives on top of someone else. Even so I’ve gotten to know my neighbors pretty well over the years. There’s always some activity going on at the large grassy park near the center of town and we all tend to congregate there and exchange stories.
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Eighteen is a wonderful age for a man. It’s the time when he can walk into a store and buy cigs without worry of being “caught”. It’s the age when he can look at as many sexual things that he wants, legally. It is also the time when he becomes legal, himself. This age was no different for me. It marked my entry into legal manhood, as well as, sexual manhood.

It all started, a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was still living at home with my parents, and I had a girlfriend. I was not sexually starved because she would give it to me anytime I wanted. She wasn’t a slut or a whore, she was in love and her hormones were just as raging as mine. The only problem was, one just wasn’t enough.

I looked at all the women in my life with a sexual interest. I watched my neighbor tanning in her yard, I longed to screw my friends at the mall (where I worked), I fantasized about a girl I knew at the restaurant I ate at, I even wanted to fuck one of my girlfriend’s friends and one of my girlfriend’s relatives. Celebrities couldn’t escape my thoughts, either. (more…)

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“At least he could call if he isn’t going to make it,” she told her chubby, old lap cat, Sylvester.

It was her brother’s 30th birthday and they had agreed to have dinner and go out for the evening. Even at 30 years old, Jillian’s brother was no more responsible than when he was ten.

The table was set, the salad made, the rolls were probably luke warm by now, the chicken had marinated and was ready for the grill.

“Well, that chicken will keep until tomorrow,” she threw a cube of cheese from the salad to Sylvester as she wandered through the kitchen putting things away.

From the time they were kids, Jillian and Jason would spend time together on special occasions when there were no special loves in their lives. This just happened to have been one of those occasions, however, glancing at the clock, she realized he probably did find a date or go out with his co-workers. (more…)

I thought a sunny day was the last thing I needed.

The added heat was almost too much. The movers had done a lot of the work before they left but unpacking was taking extra long. I turned around and almost face-planted, “Jason! Please go find something to do for a minute or two.” With my young son Jason under my feet the whole time I was considering calling it a day. It’s been just Jason and I for over a year and I thought I could handle it. Being 37 didn’t deter me from being a good father, my job kept me in shape and I always figured I could land a good woman. That is until I was forced to move and stress took over. Isn’t a better job always a good reason to move? Well no, not always. I had two good reasons for moving, my ex-wife and her new husband being in the same city as me was the other. I wasn’t happily single, but happier this way than married. I’ll spare the details but lets just say my one wish in life is to never see my ex-wife again. (more…)

Gail hated to go to work anymore, every day was very stressful. Ever since the company had gone public on the stock exchange. You never knew if it would be your last day, with all the cut backs that happened every week. It had been a bad year for her. One of the reasons was her husband of 15 years had left for a younger female. It seems the wave of the future because the company she worked for was weeding out all the older employees for younger people that would work for less money. At the beginning of the year she worked with four very close friends that were her age and they had been laid off two weeks ago.

“Oh fuck it!”

Gail tossed the long skirt back into the closet and grabbed a skirt that would be about mid thighs.

“If those young girls were able to keep their jobs showing more skin. Well I will show more also.” (more…)

Max’s black Chevy pulled into his girlfriend’s drive and he shut the lights off. He was nervous for what he was about to do.

“Max,” he said to himself, looking into his rearview mirror, “You’d better be right about this.” Max took a deep breath and got out of the car, moving at a steady, confident pace up to the front door of his girlfriend’s farmhouse. There were only two lights on; the light in the den and the yard light.

Max knew that Jess was out of the city with her sorority friends. He knew she would be out of town all weekend. But, most importantly, he knew that her mom would be home all alone for the entire weekend.

Jess’s mom, Velma, was home this weekend though, and Max was going to check up on a few of his hunches. He thought he’d seen Jess’s mom looking at him out of the corner of her eye, ogling him, even. Once in a while her nipples would stiffen and show up through her blouse when he walked in, but they’d go back down right away. He was pretty sure that she’d been watching the two of them having sex before, too, but didn’t Max didn’t say anything about it to Jess. (more…)

My name is Nancy and I am a nurse. I specialize in the care of the elderly and handicapped, but at the beginning of my career, I had to deal with everything: emergencies, trauma, surgeries, etc. In one way or another, the yearning to save lives drives us, or at least, to make the difference, even for one patient. Making my rounds, I see many patients whose conditions will never improve: paraplegics, cancer or AIDS patients, diabetics, old men and women; you know, the hopeless ones. This is the reason for my story.

My shifts have tended to be late in the evenings, nights and just before dawn. That makes me very requested in emergency rooms, but there are days, or really nights, where I only have to bathe or observe terminal patients or those with long-term hospitalization. I suppose that the worst are the victims of severe burns, because for them, there is neither day nor night, since their pains don’t allow them to sleep, and to them, unlike cancer patients, we could not give them morphine. The patients that have left an impression on me are usually very young or particularly attractive, in their majority, men, but some women do shock me with their predicaments. (more…)

As Mike walks into the airport he sees Ina standing there with a big smile on her face he walks over and gives her a big hug. And kiss. While Mike is getting the rental car all straighten up Ina can barley keep her hands off him but she kept her cool when they reached the car she reached over and gave Mike a big kiss. As they looked into each other’s eyes they knew it was going to be a night to remember. As Mike drove Ina laid her hand on Mike leg and started to rub Mike’s leg driving Mike crazy.

As they pulled up to the motel Mike got out of the car and walked over to her door and opened the door for her reaching out and grabbing her hand helping her out of the car. He opened the door to the motel and carried Ina in the motel and took her and laid her on the bed and they started to kiss passionately as their hands where all over each others as they knew it was going to be one wild night. As they laid in each others arms holding each other soaking up to each other. Mike reached over and took Ina’s ear lobe in his ear as he sucked on it like he was a hungry little animal. As he was doing this he found Ina’s breasts and started to rub and fondle them. Pinching Ina’s nipples in his fingers as she started to moan in pleasure. (more…)

If you’re in the book publishing field—which I am—the major event of the year is the annual book fair in Frankfurt, Germany, which always occurs around the middle of October. Since my company pays all of the expenses, I always go to it and bring back at least a dozen book ideas in which our company may be interested.

But this time, as long as I was over there, I also wanted to spend a couple of days in Paris, my favorite city, before coming back.

So, in addition to the lavish room at the Frankfurter Four Seasons, the company had made arrangements for me to have a first class sleeper compartment on the 8 p.m. express international train from Frankfurt to Paris at the end of the fair. I did not like flying on European airlines and much preferred to travel by train.

After settling into the compartment of the international express, I followed my usual routine of walking from one end of the train to another. I have always like walking and do not like being cooped up in a limited space.

I was halfway through one of the second class couchette cars when I came upon a young woman standing in the hallway and looking out the dark window. She was slender and dark-haired and was wearing corduroy trousers and a green jacket. She looked like a very young Juliette Binoche or perhaps even Sophie Marceau, two French actresses I admired. She certainly looked French. “Pardonez-moi,” I said as I passed her, and she said “Oui.” (more…)

The night we met was the last day of my second semester; I was still a Freshman at my local JC. I knew that I had failed my last final for the day and my best friend ‘Lo’ had been begging me all week to go to a party with her that night. The party was for her ex-boyfriend’s birthday. He had been trying to get back with her for months and finally guilt her into the commitment, but she didn’t want to go alone. I really didn’t want to go, but she was always doing things that she didn’t want to do for me, so I felt obligated to her. We both knew that all of her ex’s friends just wanted to get me drunk so that they could get into my pants. The thing is that I know myself, and knew that if I did get drunk enough I would do allot of things that I wouldn’t do if I was sober. Of course she begged me, and I finally said yes. She knew that I was trying to rid myself of boy drama and was not looking forward to this party.
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Moira Nixon is now my mother-in-law. We first met in February of 1988 when I began dating her eldest daughter Jane and were great friends from the very beginning. Her husband Jack had died only a few months earlier and in some ways I became the man of the Nixon household; not as a surrogate husband I hasten to add, but in the role of a dutiful elder son. Jack Nixon had held very traditional views; with a woman’s place being in the kitchen and his girls had been brought up very strictly; all decisions had been his alone and as I later realised, had been aggressively, perhaps brutally enforced. I undertook the DIY-jobs, helped Moira to deal with the household accounts and paperwork, provided a willing taxi service for her and the girls, as none of them drove at that time. I even helped her with the application forms and resumes as she looked for her first job in eighteen years.

In 1988 Moira’s hair was bobbed and the palest auburn you’ll ever see; like ripe wheat at sunset. Today it’s flecked silver and looks like that same wheat-field, but in the moonlight. Moira’s eyes are large, pale grey and sad; she’s elfin in stature; the agreed simile being ‘a well fed Calista Flockhart’ Moira is always conservatively dressed and immaculately turned out. My brother once remarked ‘You just want to walk up to Moira and muss her hair’ Personality wise, she’s selfless, benevolent, vulnerable and incapable of saying a bad word against anyone. (more…)

As normal she was doing her rounds on the ward. Samantha was incredibly bored at the moment, it was the night shift and there was very little to do. Once she’d finished she left for home. At home she started to run a nice warm bath. She looked in the mirror, her nurses uniform clung tightly to her womanly figure. The uniform had never fit her properly; it always strained across her bosom. She unfastened the uniform and let it fall to the floor. Her large heavy breasts were held by a huge unflattering bra.

She never wore anything then a bra and tights; knickers always made her feel hot. Her tights sat on the top of her curvy hips and covered her delicious belly. She removed the tights and let them fall to floor. Samantha had a heavy covering of dark hair over her pussy. As she stood in front of the mirror she gently ran her finger through the hair. Samantha stood back from the mirror admiring her body. She had dark hair and dark eyes with smooth pale skin. Her body was extremely curvaceous with her breasts being by far her best assets. Her hips were wide and her bottom smooth and round. Throughout her life she’d kept in shape and it showed, she suffered from very little sagging. Even at the age of 50 she was in good shape.
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I am a 27 years old male, in great shape and pretty damn good-looking if I do say so myself. I have a great job with a large advertising agency in New York City; an office on the 29th floor with a breathtaking view of Manhattan, and my life is going pretty good right now. I am on top of the world so to speak, single and loving it.

“Do I?” I stop shaving and look at myself in the mirror. I have dated a number of girls in the past young, hot, wild. “Mmm.mmm.mmm” I shake my head thinking about the last girl Candy, who was really wild. A dancer at one of the local strip clubs with a body that didn’t quit and neither did her mouth.

She was a tall drink of water about 5′10″, blond hair that was long and wavy, full pouty lips, gorgeous green eyes, oh yeah and triple D’s baby! Fuckin’ hot body! Hips that weren’t small, just perfect to grab from behind and fuck her good. I did every night, but she didn’t stop talking even during sex. I even tried gagging her with panties hoping that would shut her up. No such luck! Shaking my head at the memory. I rinse out my razor and start the shower, testing the water for the perfect temperature.

“Panties.” As I say this word aloud, I feel the blood rush to my cock, look down and there it is looking up at me with that one eye accusingly.

“Yeah, Yeah!” I say out loud, stepping into the hot shower. These are not ordinary panties. I stole them a couple of weeks before from my friend John’s mom, Valerie.

Valerie is a total M.I.L.F. even though she is 23 years older than I am; she doesn’t look it at all. I close my eyes, picturing her, and I feel my body especially my cock get excited. I take my hand and rub it up and down the shaft of my cock, imaging her mouth doing that to me. I picture John’s mom kneeling before me, her brown straight hair falling to her feminine shoulders, blue/green eyes with long black lashes, full lips that are always smiling. Her body is in great condition since she is a Pilate’s instructor, long and lean. (more…)

Tara raked manicured fingers through her long chestnut hair as she sat waiting inside the tiny bus depot. Tugging on the handle of the lone bag at her feet Tara glanced at the clock on the wall. “Where is that bus?” she wondered to herself. Tara looked out the window, wishing for her bus to appear, and noted how beautiful the November sky looked. The weather had been unusually warm for that time of year. Finally, after what seemed like forever a bus pulled into the parking lot.

“Please let that be mine.” Tara mumbled silently.

The bus driver poked his head in the door of the bus depot.

“Now boarding for Pittsburgh” he said loudly.

Tara gathered up her bag and made her way to the bus, and quickly found a window seat, kicking her bag underneath as she sat down. Tara stared out the window and became lost in thought. It was a short time later when she vaguely heard someone speaking to her.

“Is this seat taken?” a gentle voice asked.

“Miss, is this seat taken?” he asked again.

“No, no it isn’t” she answered him finally.

Wow, not bad looking for an old fart Tara thought to herself as he sat down next to her.

“My name is John” he said holding his hand out to her. (more…)

You were driving down the street with your mind a million miles away when I saw you. I hadn’t seen you in probably 15 years. You used to come over to my place all the time with the other kids in my son’s class. It seemed like we always had a dozen boys over after school. Now I am home alone most of the time. The kids are long since gone and my husband left shortly after. I knew you were still in town from the local gossip but I don’t get out much so I hadn’t run across you. I remember when you came over you were always so helpful. Here I am in the yard with this damn mower that won’t start. It would be great if I could get some of your help now I was thinking as you honked and waved. I waved back and to my surprise you pulled over.

“Mrs. Meyer, How ARE you?” you asked in your polite manner I remember from so long ago.

“Kenny, we’ve known each other too long for you to be calling me Mrs. Meyer. Angie, please.” (more…)

As Erin walked into the classy bar, she realized she was out of place. The older gentlemen were in their designer suits, drinking martinis and smoking cigars. She realized that most of them were her father’s age and instead of exciting her it repulsed her. At 20, Erin was gorgeous although she would never admit it.

Her long blonde hair, if left undone, would cascade down her shoulders. Unfortunately she always kept it in a tight ponytail or bun. Her body was toned and curvy, with muscular legs and an outstanding waist. Years of swimming had given her body just enough muscle to look sexy, although her breasts made her look like a porn star. At 5′4″ her breasts were a size 40DD, large and firm, and all real. Erin had always thought of her breasts as a hindrance but had come to love them. (more…)

I was fifteen when Mrs. Smith asked my mom if I could mow her lawn. I was sixteen when Mrs. Smith became Ms. Smith, and I remember when my mom had commented on how Ms. Smith was gonna be all alone in that house of hers. I was seventeen when Ms. Smith began showing an outwardly affection towards me, which I must confess I didn’t really catch upon. Women in general making me nervous and sex being a complete mystery, the physical aspects more so, all the visual aspects being learned in the school Sex-Ed class and from watching my friends fathers porn movies at his house where we would masturbate. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay or anything, and I sure wasn’t turned on by watching my friend blow his wad all over his stomach (I used a kleenex to catch my wad). It was just something to do, and he never made any passes at me if indeed he was gay.

Ms. Smith waited until I was eighteen before she solicited sex from me, that way if my mom or anyone found out about our intimacies together they could do nothing as I was now a consenting adult. She had been thirty-nine when I started mowing her lawn, and she was forty-three when we began fucking. (more…)