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It was a simple act, something he recalled from his scouting days, and though he had finished boy scouts in high school, a lot of what he learned simply stuck with him. So now when most of the guys his age would ignore an old lady needing to cross the street, Gerry paused, watching he light and then gently took the woman’s arm and helped her across the street. The intersection was busy, so he took her half way and then they waited through another cycle of lights to cross.

While they stood there the lady said, “I thank you for your help, there is no telling how long I would have had to stand there waiting to get across.”

“It’s no problem ma’am,” he answered politely, “I used to be a scout, this is kind of what we do, among other things.”

“You know, my daughter Cara, was a girl scout, but that was a pretty long time ago. She always did good things, and you know I have a granddaughter just about your age. You are twenty?”

“No, nineteen,” he replied, wondering a bit about this granddaughter. “Is your granddaughter going to college?” he asked hopefully.

“No, she couldn’t afford it, she has a job and wants to earn enough to pay for school. Say’s she’s just about there.”

Looking closer at the old lady, Gerry’s interest in the granddaughter increased. In spite of a few wrinkles, this lady was fairly attractive for her age. Her hair was the silvery, white that looked so stoically beautiful on older women especially. With deep blue eyes and high cheekbones the woman must have been absolutely beautiful in her day. (more…)

I’d never been on a cruise before, it had just been a last minute decision whilst trying to decide on a holiday looking in the travel agent’s window at the cancellations. But I must admit that it had definitely been one of my better decisions. Here I was now cruising round the Caribbean for a fortnight for probably the same price it would have cost to go to Torremelinos.

I’d always envisaged cruises to be the domain of the retired, although this was still correct to a certain extent, there was still plenty of other extremely attractive ladies to look at to pass away the time on deck when cruising between ports. And here was me, young single guy, treating himself to a holiday having just split up with his girlfriend and with the world at his feet once more.

So there I was laying on my sun lounger up on the sun deck contemplating what a tough life this Caribbean cruising was! The sun on my skin felt wonderful, and I could feel it turning my lean muscular body a lovely golden brown colour. I’d seen this lady wander past a couple of times for drinks, she must have thought I was asleep behind my sunglasses, but I could see her looking and really eyeing me each time she passed. She wasn’t half bad herself. Anyway, I must have dozed off in the sun and woke a short time later needing a drink. I made my way to the poolside bar and was sitting chatting idly with Andrew the barman, who was having a very slow day, whilst he mixed my cocktail. Just as he put it in front of me someone sat down next to me and said to him “That looks good, can I have the same.” I turned to see it was the same lady that had been watching me on the sun lounger. (more…)

It was toward the end of the school year, and I was in a rush to pass my class again. This time, I had to do it before I graduate. My grade in my photography class was on the boarder of D and F, and if I didn’t pass this class, I would be forced to repeat another year at Courtstown High School.

First, let me tell you about myself. I am 18 years old, about 5′8, brown hair, brown eyes, very built. I have always thought about my teacher Ms. Wilder in a sexual way. She was gorgeous, with long brown hair, amazing blue eyes and a great body. She started at Courtstown last year, right out of college. There was only 15 days till graduation and all I felt like doing was nothing. While Ms. Wilder was teaching, I was doodling on my paper or staring off into space. Unfortunately, she walked by and saw how much of nothing I was doing.

“Mike, I know that there is only 15 days of school left, but you still need to pass my exam” she said, bending over in front of me, giving me an amazing view of her sweet cleavage.

“I know, it’s just so hard to concentrate. All I want to do is get out of here” I replied. I then began to look at her breast again. When I looked up though, I saw her looking into my eyes, knowing that I was caught.

“Why don’t you stay after school with me, we’ll discuss these pictures!” she told me. (more…)

My name is Sydney Grant and I’m a 36-year-old mother of two. My life up to this point had been nothing to write about having married young due to my becoming pregnant. My husband divorced me five years ago leaving me to tend to our kids as they grew older. Since then I immersed myself in their lives hoping to avoid the heartache that still lingered within me (I had not been with a man since my divorce five years ago). My children are now in college leaving me with more time on my hands than I know what to do with. I keep myself busy at work as a high school teacher, but the nights and weekends tend to be long and lonely. I was so looking forward to the summer, as I knew both my kids would be home from school.

Early in April as another school year was winding down I received a phone call from my son that shook my world as I knew it. My son Michael called to let me know that both he and his sister were planning on spending their summer break traveling in Europe with their dad. Much to my surprise I encouraged them to enjoy themselves exploring new cultures. I spent that night sobbing in bed, feeling sorry for myself, wondering how I would pass the time away.

The last month of the school year drug on for what seemed an eternity. I was ruing the last day of school unsure of how I would hold up both physically and emotionally. This past year alone had been so difficult for me spending most of my time wallowing in my own self-pity. I did not have any close friends that I could confide in so I was left alone to deal with my feelings. (more…)

At the age of 43, after almost 20 years of marriage , you can only imagine my shock when my wife surprised me with the announcement that she wanted a divorce. It seems that while I was out working to support her and my kids, she was having an affair, and decided that her boyfriend could support her better than I could.

So, once I was settled in to my new apartment, and got over the shock, anger, and all of the other emotions that come with the territory, I decided it was time to get on with my life and start dating. Actually, I guess you can say that it was decided for me.

On one of my weekends with my kids, I had to take both of them in for new glasses. After the eye exam, while they were being fitted for their new glasses, the girl that was taking care of them, who the kids really liked, asked the kids where their mom was. They responded, rather calmly, that this was their weekend with me, and mom was probably at home. She looked up at me with a shocked look, to which I could only nod.
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Let me tell you about a sexual experience I had some time ago as an eighteen year old boy/man. I stand six foot three inches tall, weigh in at about 230 lbs. I have blonde hair, green eyes, and carry an eight inch cock.

My story begins at work. I had managed to get a part time job at a boathouse/marina up in cottage country. My job consisted of taking care of all the privately owned boats, fueling them, emptying the sanitary bilge, checking the engines and finally washing them down as required.

On this particular day my morning started off down at the dock. I was tending to a forty foot cruiser. The soapy water splashed and spilled out of the pail as I walked down the dock towards her. I’m soaped up my sponges and started to wash down her sides. I got about halfway done when I happened to glance up when I saw a beautiful blonde sunbathing topless on the deck. I stopped for a moment and watched as her breasts glistened in the early morning sun. She must’ve noticed me staring at her, because she bolted and sat upright, causing her tits to bounce and jiggle up and down and from side to side. My dick grew hard as rock and bulged out against my shorts. At first she seemed shocked and pissed off, but then she smiled. She lifted her hand and curved a finger, beckoning me to come aboard. (more…)

It is funny when you start a new job where you are one of the few females and you are the youngest female, it makes the job much more exciting. Of course you have to play it safe the first couple of weeks, making sure not to wear any revealing clothes to upset the other women, especially the older ones, in the office. But then you start to wear a blouse that dips just a little more in the front, revealing just a little. Then the skirts get just a little shorter. It is so funny to watch the men start hanging around your desk.

I just started working for a stockbrokerage firm a few weeks ago and I am in charge of making sure the brokers’ clients pay for their stock transactions. This means handing out slips of papers to let them know when money is about due or is overdue. I slip the papers into their cubbyholes and if there is a problem they come to me. You would be amazed at how, the shorter my skirts get, the more “problems” there are. (more…)

I’m just your normal 50-year-old guy. I mean, I like the good things in life, I try to treat everybody like I like to be treated and I pay my taxes. Normal, right? Well, just like everybody on this planet, I have a slightly darker side, too. It’s what I call the dark side but in reality it’s my personal “fetishes”. I mean, everybody has their likes and dislikes about sex. Some people would label mine as sick or perverted. Others would call them tame. Our own preferences get labeled relative to the reviewer, right? So if I have to review my proclivities, then there’s nothing wrong with me. And isn’t that what we all feel? What’s right for me may or may not be so wrong for you…or him…or even him.

Ok, enough of this rationalizing. My fetishes are that; 1) I love oral sex, 2) I like teaching “good” girls to be “bad”, 3) I love for a woman to taste herself on me and 4) I want to blow my load all over a woman. I fantasize about a woman sucking my cock for the first time after I’ve been inside her cunt and coming all over her face, breasts and belly. Don’t get me wrong; I also adore inserting myself into a woman’s pussy and cumming deeply into her depths. (more…)

The summer after I turned 18, before I went to college, my parents decided that it would be better if I got a job, instead of spending the summer “loafing” (their version) and “hanging out” (my version). When I proved less than enthusiastic in my pursuit of this goal, my parents managed to find a job for me—in the business office of my father’s law practice. And, while I thought I’d hate it (I never had any intention of going into law, or business), it turned out to be one of the best experiences of my life. That had nothing to do with the work; in fact, there wasn’t much for me to do, except file and make copies. But I sure learned a lot from my fellow employees.

They were all really nice to me; not that they had much of an alternative—I’m quite sure that my father didn’t ask them what they thought of the idea, and then put it to a vote among the staff; that just wasn’t his style. Still, they accepted me with good grace. There were four of them in the business office: Jean, the receptionist; Arlene and Sally, the secretaries; and Deborah (not Debbie!), the office manager. They were of various ages (being young and utterly self-absorbed, I had no ability to distinguish the ages of anyone above 30), with Sally being the youngest (early 20s) and Jean the oldest (my inner child still sees her as 80, but in truth she couldn’t have been more than 50 or so). They were a fast-talking, wisecracking bunch; jokes flew around the room constantly, and a lot of the humor was decidedly on the salty side. For a gangly 18-year-old, who had never been on a date, or spent any time in the company of women—apart from his mother and grandmothers—it was an education. (more…)

I have been married to my second wife for 10 years, and it’s been a great relationship in most aspects. The one area that is a little lacking is in the sex. Sheila makes love in basically two positions and hardly ever initiates the act. However, when we make love, she is always into it and usually is satisfied, as am I. She is 17 years younger than me. I had a disastrous 25 year marriage held together by children (isn’t that always the way?) before I married Sheila.

Sheila has 3 daughters, the oldest, Sara, being 18. I have watched her grow up, giving her baths, playing Daddy to her, rolled around on the carpet with her, tossed her in the pool, etc. You get the picture.

Sara has developed into quite the young lady, and is really put together well. When she turned 18 she also developed the habit of teasing me by hanging around at night in skimpy pjs, bending over and showing her petite boobs and generally brushing up against me in “accidental” ways. I must admit, sitting there looking at her in her shorty pajamas with the legs open and her dark and thick pussy showing did raise my interest.

I started to notice that she would find ways to walk in on me in the bathroom hoping to catch me naked, which she did on a number of occasions. She managed to leave her bedroom door open a few times while changing her clothes so I could see her magnificent body. (more…)

This was the second time the head accountant complained against the new employee, Sikandar.

“Your behavior is not good so you should go and clear your desk and leave the office now,” I said. Sikandar had been newly appointed as assistant of the accounting branch just a few weeks before.

“No! Sir, that kind of behavior will never happen again. Please, sir, don’t do this. I really need this job.”

“Sorry, Mister! This is a big organization and we can’t afford persons like you. I have already given you a chance. You can go now because you have been fired.”

He pleaded but I asked him to get out of my office.

When I came from the office to my home, I saw a mature woman with a servant in the gate. When I parked the car, the woman came and said me, “Sir, I’m the mother of Sikandar and I request that you would meet me for a while.”

I looked at her from head to toe. She was still a vision of beauty and sensuality at that age. She was a little short heightwise, voluptuous, tanned and had curves in all the right places. Her body was slightly rounded, a little plump. She had a very beautiful and exotic face. If her face gave her beauty, it was her body that gave her sensuality. She had wide hips and a perfect ass. Her upper body was blessed with a pair of magnificent breasts, which, despite her age, showed no hint of sag. (more…)

There it was. Who would have thought? I guess I should have thought, I should have expected it, I mean everything else seems to happen to me. I should probably laugh, for something that has let me down so often lately to suddenly and so blatantly come to virile life at this time seemed so humorously appropriate. I heard on TV about those four hour ones, the ones you need to see your doctor about, like most of us wouldn’t be running around and hooting and hollering about a four hour erection.

But not then, not at the West Wilkington Women’s Poetry Society reading surrounded by thirty old hens. Pardon me, I really shouldn’t call them hens, several of the ladies were quite attractive, in fact attractive enough for me to be in this predicament. Mrs. Johnson, the hostess, originally inspired my situation as she bent over to place a cup of tea on the coffee table, leaving me to wander off in my mind.

She’s an older lady, got to be mid-sixties, easily twenty years older than me, but damn, the supple curve of her ass just ignited my imagination. I pictured us alone in her living room, just like today, except we’re both naked and I am sitting her, my cock erect, just like today. Ah, but when she bends, instead of simply admiring the hot ass of an aging woman, I reach out and take firm hold of it, pulling it to me as I lavish her soft buttocks with kisses. (more…)