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As nights go this one started off like any other. I had been to dinner with my son and his beautiful wife. It had been quite some time since I had been anywhere other than to work and home again. The kids felt like I needed to get out and start enjoying life again. They had arranged for a baby sitter to come watch their kids for the evening as we went dining and dancing. We made small talk on our way back to their home. My daughter-in-law stating I needed to start dating again. I didn’t feel right, but I felt she was right. After all it had been over two years since my wife had left.

Upon reaching their home we all went in the house. We had one hell of a surprise waiting for us when we walked in the door. It seems the young co-ed they had gotten to baby sit was watching porn on the TV after she had gotten the kids down for the night. She had her hand down her panties playing with herself so intently when we walked in that she didn’t hear us. My daughter-in-law said “ahem” and the poor girl like to jumped out of her skin. Her face turning red as she stammered to explain. She was a beauty, five foot six and just over one hundred pounds, red hair and freckles which seemed to go on forever below her cut in her dress. I just chuckled inside as she stood there red faced. She was put at ease as my daughter-in-law explained she wasn’t trying to embarrass her, but that we guys didn’t need a show of a pretty young thing like her. (more…)

“I don’t think I’ll be able to attend tonight’s committee meeting. My damn husband is out of town again and I can’t find a babysitter.”

I was standing behind two attractive women in the grocery store’s express check-out.

“Amy, you have to come. You’ve done all the work to date and we need the project to remain on track.”

“I know . . . I know. I’ll make a few more calls and see if I can find a sitter.”

My name is Chris. I’m a college sophomore and I’m home for a five week Christmas vacation. My dad has already bugged me about finding some part-time work. ‘No son of mine is going to lie around the house for five weeks. Get a job!’

I actually agreed with Dad, but who is going to hire someone for five weeks?

As I exited the grocery store, I saw the mother who needed the babysitter. She was packing her bags in the back of her SUV.

I approached her and started, “Excuse me. I’m Chris. I’m a college student and I’m home on vacation. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I’m looking for work and heard you say you needed a babysitter.”

I kept a respectable distance, but the woman was looking at me suspiciously, as I continued, “You can call Bob Lewis at the Parks and Recreation Department as a quick reference. I lifeguard at the pool during the summer. Also, Sergeant Jim Parks at the Police Department is a neighbor.”

“Anyway,” I stuttered, “if you want a babysitter, give me a call.” I wrote out my name and cell number, handed her the slip of paper and headed home. (more…)

Cathy Marlin crouched silently at the top of the stairs looking over the polished banister into the living room below. Her breathing was a series of short gasps, her pulse quick and throbbing in her temples. Her robe was open and one hand slowly stroked the soft flesh of her thighs while the other cupped her 38D breasts. Cathy’s brown eyes were filled with lust as she silently observed the scene below.

Her husband had seduced their babysitter, Jana, and Cathy had watched the entire event. She had known for several months that Jack was attracted to the eighteen-year-old girl, had seen the way the two had flirted, and had known her husband would seduce the young girl once she turned eighteen. And tonight was the first opportunity for Jack to fuck Jana’s little pussy since her eighteenth birthday. That’s why Cathy had faked a migraine at the company party: while her husband and Jana thought she was in bed and incapacitated with a terrible migraine, she was watching them fucking with wild abandon. (more…)

I walked in the house and dropped my book bag on the kitchen table. Opening the refrigerator I scanned for something to eat. Finding nothing appealing I grabbed a soda, popped it open, sat down at the kitchen table. My mom walked in.

“Oh hi Shawn. You’re home early.” She said.

“Yeah I didn’t have any classes this afternoon.”

“Well Mrs Anderson called and wondered if you wouldn’t mind helping her move some furniture around.”

“Sure I could go over this afternoon.”

“Great I’ll call her and let her know.”

Ah Mrs Anderson. She, her husband and 2 kids lived a couple of blocks away. My parents and the Andersons have been friends for years. The funny thing is my girlfriend’s family also knew the Andersons. Actually Brandi just babysat for the Anderson’s last night.

After lunch I went over to the Andersons. I knocked on the door, the same door I knocked on last night when Brandi called. She called me to come over and fuck her while she was babysitting. I got out of there just as the Andersons returned home. (more…)

Clare really enjoyed babysitting for the Martins. A typical weekday evening would involve her just sitting at home on the sofa watching TV, but here she could do exactly that and get paid for it at the same time. Wonderful. The Martins had a great TV system as well, with so many channels she could spend ages channel hopping without visiting the same channel twice, and more DVDs than she ever imagined one family would own.

It was already quite late, past 11pm which was the time by which they were supposed to be back. The watershed had passed on the TV and it seemed that Mr Martin must have subscribed to the over 18 package. Clare was sitting mesmerised as the porn played out before her. It seemed so corny, so set up and unreal, but she could feel her nipples begin to stiffen ever so slightly, and that familiar feeling between her legs as she began to get aroused.

She watched as one guy after another sank his cock deep into this girl who had impossibly large breasts. Clare’s hand inadvertently moved across her own chest as she thought what it would be like to have such enormous breasts. As she continued to watch her hand slid slowly down her stomach, her fingers spread apart as they moved bit by bit towards her waist, then on in a regal procession down to her crotch. Her legs parted slightly as her fingers slid between her thighs and pushed gently up against her pussy. She could feel the heat through her thin satin panties. (more…)

I lay in the bathtub, watching steam rise from the warm water. I should have felt relaxed, but I did not. I waited apprehensively. Nothing could calm my nerves. Not the dozen candles that lit the bathroom. Not even the New Age CD that filled the room with the comforting sound of the ocean washing against the shore.

The door opened and Mrs. Hanson, my 4th grade teacher, walked into the bathroom. A rose blush on her neck spread slowly up to her cheeks. Neither of us could look the other in the eye. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. How ironic that it should be her of all people, I thought. Is this really happening?

It was definitely not what I had in mind when I had agreed to be in the Bachelor Auction. They hold one every year at the local Elks Club, all proceeds to benefit the Chanute Regional Hospital. I happened to be back in Chanute by chance, in fact, helping my parents move Grandma Stella into town after the death of Grandpa Earl.

My father Tom was a longtime member of the Elks lodge. He had talked me into volunteering to be one of the bachelors. What would he say now, I wondered, as I looked at Mrs. Hanson in her bathrobe. One part of the Elks mission is to serve the people. Is this what I’m doing?

The robe she was clutching was pale blue in color. With a deep sigh, she undid the ties and let it fall open. I drew in my breath. It wasn’t so much her full pendulous breasts as the fact that the woman was entirely devoid of body hair.

Glancing down at herself, Mrs. Hanson said in a nervous voice, “I shaved it off myself, for tonight. Isn’t that the way you young fellas like it now?” (more…)

“Buy me a drink sailor?”

Blearily I swiveled my head towards the sound and tried to focus my eyes to see who was addressing me.

The barmaid who stood by the table finally came into focus. She was short, perhaps 5′2,” blond, and what I’d once heard described as “healthy” by a good old boy from Texas. She was what would now be called a BBW, not overly fat, but pleasingly plump and pretty to boot with sky blue eyes.

I looked down to the table and viewing the small pile of coins and bills, allowed I had enough money for another beer and a drink for her, so I nodded my head.

She picked up my empty glass and walked off to the bar to refill it and pick up her drink (juice and?). While I waited for her to return I looked around and found myself to be alone except for the bartender and the barmaid. Glancing towards the clock I finally determined that it was almost closing time which meant that after this drink it was time to head back to the ship.

Hell of a note! Friday night. I’ve got liberty until Monday morning and payday isn’t until Tuesday. (more…)

Sitting at the Basket Ball game watching the men go back and forth. I catch my eye on one man, tall, dark and very handsome. I seen the bulge in his shorts and can only imagine what he would feel like inside me. I let my mind wonder so that I don’t even see the game anymore. I imagine you standing over me, watching the sweat glisten on your skin. Mmmmm, my body starts to get all tingly and I feel myself starting to sweat at the thought of you near me.

Too scared to approach you, I sit and wait for you to walk by. I watch every move that you make and want you even more. I start to run my hands along my inner part of my thighs, up into my short skirt. I let my fingers slide threw my panties to feel my clit hard and my panties soaked. Slowly I let my finger slide into my pussy, touching, playing. I let my fingers glide in and out of my pussy, moving my hips slowly to the rhythm. Trying to stay quiet so that no one can see what I was doing. (more…)

I got home from playing basketball, and my mom and her friends were in the middle of ladies bridge night. Two tables with four women each all looked over at me when I came through the door, and I turned a little red. I must have been a picture of loveliness, my sweat stained t-shirt clinging to my chest and back, my damp hair hanging in my face, basketball in the crook of my arm. I waved to my mom and headed upstairs. “Charlie!” she called after me.

I turned around and headed back down, peeking around the corner to avoid their eyes. “Did you remember to drop off the movies for me?”

“Sure I did.” I said. “On my way out this morning.” The bridge women were all looking at me, and I started to get that weird feeling again. At 18, I was just barely growing out of that adolescent self-consciousness, and I just wanted to get out of there, go upstairs and hit the damn shower.

“Thanks, Charlie.”

“Sure.” I smiled a greeting to the room and trotted up the stairs to the bathroom.

Once inside, I stripped off my sweaty t-shirt and dropped it on the floor. With sudden inspiration, I headed back to my room to grab a magazine from under my mattress, figuring to have some fun while they were all downstairs. I wasn’t especially in the mood, but like most 20 year olds I had a perpetual hard on, and with my mom’s friends all downstairs and no one else in the house, I figured my chances for interruption were minimal. (more…)

When Frank died, I made one of those over-hasty decisions that people often make when in a state of bereavement.

If I might offer a piece of advice, wait until at least a year after the death of a loved one before you make any drastic moves.

Frank and I had always planned to sell our suburban house and move permanently into our beach house when he retired. Six months after his death I did just that – sold the suburban house and went to live in the beach house. It was a mistake.

In leaving the suburbs, I also left old friends and relatives. Of course, we said those things that people do say as they part – “We shall see each other.” “I’ll be coming up to town quite often.” “We’ll keep in touch,” and things like that. But when you are three hundred and fifty kilometres apart, it is not as easy as you think its going to be.

Frank was sixty when he died and I was fifty-four. I was, and am, in excellent health, and went for a run and swim everyday. That side of living in the beach house is fine, but it is people you miss. (more…)

I cannot believe how hard it has been raining. I just ran out to get the paper and I got soaked to the bone. I run up the stairs and decide to shed my wet clothes in the hallway and throw them down the laundry chute before going into my apartment. I have no worries about being seen because the apartment across the hall has been vacant for weeks. I peel the skimpy white tank from my wet breasts and step out of my shorts. No undergarments so now I am completely nude. I toss my wet clothes down my laundry chute. OH MY GOD, the keys.

What now? I have two options, I could cry or go to the super in A-2 and ask him to let me in. I decide to do both With the tears clouding my vision, I start down the stairs. I take them two at a time hoping to get this over with soon. I hold my breasts to keep them from knocking together as I go. Looking around, I rap at the door. I make sure to stand a little to the right, out of the sight of the peephole. I don’t want to give the old fool any extra time to ogle.

When a voice calls “Who is it?” I almost run away. Instead I take a deep breath and announce myself and admit to my deed. I hear the deadbolt release and I clench my teeth for the embarrassment that I am sure is going to follow. I lower my head so as not to look this man in the eyes. When the door opens I am not greeted by the gruff voice of Old Man Martin the super. I don’t see the typical, hairy, bowed legs of the caretaker of the complex. I am now peering at a set of tan, muscular calves that instantly set my heart beating faster. (more…)

Jason was a local boy, although not from Vermont. He was from Elizabethtown, just across the lake in New York State. He was a bit of a jock. Not the stereotypical ignorant muscle-bound fool, but a true lover of physical exertion. He had played football in high school and was an alternate for the college team, although his true love was skiing. He pursued his passion for skiing all throughout the winter season. There was even talk in his fraternity that he might qualify for the next Winter Olympics and in his own mind Olympic gold was well within his grasp. Of course skiing wasn’t a year-round sport so when he wasn’t skiing (or playing football), Jason’s biggest diversion was girls. Although he had only lost his virginity in his senior year of high school, he was determined to make up for lost time and in his final year of college he had certainly made good progress toward that end.

He was a handsome boy, with rugged features and a tight, well-muscled body. Girls seemed naturally attracted to him and when he was in the mood it was seldom indeed that he didn’t end up balls deep between the legs of one of the many campus hopefuls. His secret was that he didn’t see girls just as a simple target, a notch on his belt. He truly loved women. He loved kissing them, tasting them and most of all; he loved bringing them to orgasm. It wasn’t just a pleasure thing to him; it was a satisfaction thing. (more…)

Dana had been a paramedic for many years and thought he had heard and seen it all. That all changed while doing a routine transport from the county nursing facility to a dialysis center.

It was a warm summer day with the sun shining brightly. A few cumulus clouds drifted lazily across the cheerful blue sky. This was the time of year when being a paramedic was the best job in the world. Cruising the strip and looking at girls, lunch at a sidewalk hot dog cart, ice cream dessert and low call volume made for low stress days.

As much as he hated the scut work, Dana was smiling as he and his partner wheeled the pleasant little old lady out to the ambulance. She wasn’t really that old, 58 just seemed old to the 21-year-old paramedic. Her kidney disease had made her look much older, but she was polite and friendly. When she felt the summer breeze on her face, Shirley lit up like a neon sign. (more…)

Life sucks, for two years now I have been unemployed. 30 years of age and I can’t get past the first door; interviews; I’ve had that many interviews that I can almost write the script for what were to be asked and said at them, they are nearly all identical.

I live in a single room flat, which is all I can afford on the unemployment payment I receive from the government. Every year the conditions of entitlement get harder and harder. In winter I can’t afford to heat the flat, so I sit wrapped in my bed quilt, watching the TV, which I managed to retrieve from a bulk refuge collection day, outside a house nearby, if I never had my TV I would be lost. I have enough money to pay the rent and one meal a day. I manage to pay for the energy I use, but only just. In the summer here, when the temperature goes up into the high thirties or even forties Celsius, I open all windows and just sweat it out. (more…)

Reading through the paper I had circled a few ads that looked promising and was planning to start calling them when I turned to the last page and saw the perfect job. I had just gotten home from my second year of college the week before and was looking for a summer job. There was an ad from a lady who was looking for someone to fill in for her regular gardener who would be away until the fall. I was studying botany in college and the lady described her place as a large planted property with a wide variety of plants that required expert care. I’d worked summer jobs gardening jobs with the city throughout high school and that was part of what got me interested in studying plants as a career. The thought of being able to work outside all summer instead of being stuck in some store at the mall was appealing so I gave her a call right away dialing the number in the ad.

“Hello, could I speak with Mrs. Swanson please?” I said reading her last name from the ad.

“Speaking,” she said after a brief pause. (more…)

Mike Kerr’s grades had been dropping and he was starting to get worried. It wasn’t as if it was every subject that he was falling behind in; chemistry, politics, psychology and geology were all fine. It was just English where he was having problems. He new the reason: the Bitch Madison, also known as Mrs. Ann Madison, English lecturer and full time flirt!

There wasn’t anything particularly special about the Mrs. Madison apart from the fact that she was slightly younger than most of the other female lecturers, she was a flaming red-head with a nice trim figure and that she just happened to be married to the Principal Mr. Dean Madison. But every time Mike took one her lectures the words seemed to flow right over his head. He was transfixed by the older woman and all he could think about while she rambled on was how he would like to see his cock sliding in and out of her cute little mouth! But Ann Madison was a mature woman and looked upon Mike as simply another student. This angered and frustrated him and the fact that the Bitch Madison seemed to be sleeping with half the male lecturers at the college didn’t help at all! (more…)