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My sister Annette was gazing at me with a super serious expression. As a critical care nurse, she was concerned for the state of my well being.

“You need a break from all this craziness, I’m worried about you,” she said.

“I’ll be ok,” My voice sounded unconvincing.

“Can’t you take any time off? Go away for a week or two and relax. Remember you’ve already had a heart attack and…”

“Jesus sis that was twelve years ago and it was minor…”

“You had an MI and the chances of…” I interrupted her.

“Ok, ok, I’ll figure something out, maybe a scuba diving trip.”

If my sister only knew what I’d been doing to myself to get in shape the last three years, she’d be the one having chest pains. But, she was making perfect sense. My wife and I had separated after twenty five years of marriage and for all intents and purposes it would be permanent.

A failed business started the decline of our marriage but the seeds had been sown far earlier. It served to hasten the downfall. Our life style changed and she resented the intrusion with a vehemence that surprised me. We managed to keep our home but the extravagant shopping trips to the mall that she looked forward to, ceased.

We grew so far apart that I hardly recognized Barbara; we were living two separate lives under the same roof. Our sex life became non existent with me, wanting more and hoping we could find a satisfactory middle ground. My suggestion that we seek marriage counseling was met with indifference. Her medical insurance would cover sixty percent of the cost and she begrudgingly agreed.

Somehow we managed to keep the upheaval quiet and while our daughter must have known something was amiss, the full extent was kept hidden until she attended college. By then, our weekly therapy sessions uncovered a startling revelation by my wife that shook the foundation of our marriage. (more…)

Dawn felt the big boat move, and tensed, remembering again where she was. She sat up straight, and looked out the window, watching the jetty recede, and the people still milling about on it get smaller. The boat rocked faintly, and she swallowed. It was not as bad she had originally thought, but what on earth would she do if this thing capsized? She couldn’t swim, and she knew no one on the boat. She opened her pocketbook and searched for the little notepad and pen. Extracting them, she began a perfunctory listing of the things and people she observed on the boat. She had developed this habit when she was a very young girl, when she had had to find a way to relieve anxiety.

She became so absorbed that she failed to notice that someone had joined her on the banquette until his newspaper brushed her leg. She looked up blankly, and then her mouth dropped open.

“Brad?” Her startled eyes flew to his. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing you’re doing,” he replied brightly. “Going to Nantucket.”

He stared at her for a second, and then lowered his head. Dawn was too startled to realize his intent until she felt his mouth brush hers.

“Good morning, Didi!” He smiled at her. “I’ve only been wanting to do that, and more, for a year!”

He watched her face in amusement as she tried to assimilate what he had said and what he had done. He bent his head again, but this time she moved away, and his lips landed on her cheek.

“Hey, no fair!” he complained, chuckling good-naturedly.

“Stop it, Brad!” she whispered, so low, he could barely hear her. “What do you think you’re doing?” She glanced around her as she spoke, but no one seemed to even be aware of their existence.

“I won’t stop,” he said, “but I can wait till we get to the island. After all, I’ve already waited a whole year. A couple more hours can’t hurt.” (more…)

Let me start by saying that I am a junior in college, and 21 years old. I am 6′2″, brown hair, hazel eyes, and an athletic 210 lbs. Ever since I broke up with my girlfriend a few months ago, I have been sexually frustrated. Not that I don’t enjoy jacking off, but it doesn’t give me the same pleasure as sex.

It’s Friday afternoon, and I can’t wait for this class to end. I have been sitting here for almost an hour listening to this professor ramble on about anything and everything. He finally lets us go, and I head to the grocery store before making my way back to the house that I share with a few friends. At the store I pick up several cases of beer for the evening, for myself and my roommates. As I approach the checkout aisle I hear:

“Looks like someone is having a party.”

I turn and see a middle aged woman, probably in her late thirties to early forties in business attire looking at me. She has shoulder length blonde hair, piercing brown eyes, an incredible body that I would guess to be around 130 lbs., with breasts that look just a bit too large for her frame. Probably a large C or maybe even a D cup.

“Nothing big, just a little get together” I respond.

“You must go to the local college, I see you kids in here every weekend buying all kinds of booze.”

“Yes ma’am I do go to the college.”

“A southern boy are you?”

“Yes ma’am I’m from Dallas.”

“What brings you way up to Chicago for school?”

“I came up here to play football, but I tore my ACL and haven’t been able to play so I resort to…” and look at my cart filled with beer.

Laughing she introduces herself, “My name is Melissa.” (more…)

It was a scorching Saturday morning in the beginning of a great July. Barbara Letti slowly walked down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here are expensive, big and well designed. They have spacious back yards and swimming pools. The grass here is green, the gardens produced delicious vegetables and the homes are guarded by top of line security systems. There aren’t any millionaires in the town of Porter West, however, the people who live in this section, with their magnificent homes, are living a hell of a lot more comfortably than all the other residents.

Barbara was a block away from her destination: Don Arnold’s house. Don was one of the comfortable people in town. He is also one of Barbara’s old high school teachers. Back in June, two months ago, Don, known to Porter West High School’s student body as Mr. Arnold, had flunked her. He taught psychology and did an excellent job, but Barbara never had time to complete the assignments that sucked away so much of her precious time. She almost cried when she saw the progress report the Mr. Arnold handed to her. (more…)

“I’m thinking about joining the swim team,” Mike announced over dinner one night.

The mere mention of a high school swim team brought back a flood of memories for Dana, Mike’s mom. She had first met Todd, Mike’s dad, during their senior year in high school when he was on the swim team.

Mike had been a late bloomer nearly all his life. Throughout his first three years of high school he hadn’t shown much interest in activities or much of anything. He preferred to spend his time just hanging out with friends. Finally, near the end of his junior year he became interested in swimming when he developed a crush on one of the girls on the school’s swim team.

At the mere suggestion of his possible interest in swimming Dana encouraged Mike. She told him all about his dad’s background as a competitive swimmer and suggested that perhaps those talents might run in the family. She was so excited to see Mike interested in something that she desperately wanted to encourage him without pushing him too hard.

All through the summer after his junior year he visited the pool and swam more and more often. Dana knew he had been meeting some members of the swim team and working out with them at the school’s pool as the school year approached. However, he didn’t mention the idea of officially joining the team again until the end of summer and the start of his senior year.

He had just turned 18 and Dana was overjoyed with the fact that he was showing an interest in something. Deep down she was concerned for him since he certainly didn’t have the body or look of a swimmer and she wasn’t sure he was going to be interested enough to stick with this for the full season. She hoped he wasn’t setting himself and his teammates up for disappointment later.

Mike wasn’t fat at all, but he had never been overly athletic. He had always preferred just hanging out with his friends to doing any sort of organized sports or activities. He certainly didn’t have the muscle development that swimmers needed, but Dana hid all of that and was very supportive of his announcement hoping that things would work out for the best. (more…)

Friday night, while Lynn and Tanya were discovering each other, Jeff was camping with his dad and Cherri, his dad’s latest girlfriend. Jeff didn’t really know Cherri that well, but he did like to look at her. She was very well put together for an older woman. Cherri was older than his mom by a few years, not quite as old as dad. She was blonde and curvy and she dressed sharp.

They pulled into the campground late in the afternoon. Dave (Jeff’s father) had borrowed a camper from a friend, because Cherri didn’t like tent camping. It was an older camper, but it was still nice. A tiny little house on wheels, complete with a miniature bathroom and air conditioning. Dave pulled the camper into the space easily, and he and Jeff started setting up. It had legs that had to be put down to level it out. Cherri watched the men working from a lawn chair and drank a wine cooler. She was dressed in a bright yellow tank top and tight shorts. The top was cut low in the front, and Jeff had had a hard time keeping his eyes out of her tits on the ride here.

Dave and Jeff made short work out of setting up the camper, and then hooked up the electrical and water lines to the hook-up. Jeff set up the grill while his dad sat down and had a beer, catching his breath. While the air conditioning cooled out the camper, they sat outside and grilled some burgers and had a picnic supper. It was warm and humid. Cherri was enjoying the sight of Jeff’s sinewy body sweating thru his t shirt. Dave was a bigger man, with a bit of extra weight padding his middle. Jeff reminded Cherri a bit of her own son, except that he was undeniably straight, while Kyle…well Kyle wasn’t so straight. She had noticed Jeff trying to not stare at her cleavage on the ride. She enjoyed his embarrassment. She liked the quiet trusting boy. He had Dave’s easy smile and good humor, and a lot of his looks. (more…)

I come from the bedroom dressed in nothing but one of your white t-shirts. It’s barely long enough to cover my smooth wet pussy. your sitting on the couch and I climb onto your lap and straddle you.

You want to kiss my soft lips and grab my tight little ass, but I push your hands down and tell you no touching. I pull the shirt up over my head and put it around your neck and pull your face into my perfect tits. I let you lick and bite on my nipples.

Then I restrain you again as I slowly start to kiss and suck on your neck. I start to bite your neck and hear you take in a deep breath as you start to work your hips underneath me.

Slowly working my way down to your chest biting and licking your nipples. I want your big hard cock in my mouth. I start to get off of you and tell you to stand up. I grab your cock through your pants and ask you if you want me to suck it.

There are no objections from you on that suggestion so I get you totally unclothed and push you back down on the couch. Softly licking the tip I spread your legs and move in closer to your cock. Licking the tip harder now I take one hand and play with my clit making sure I’m so wet for you.

Soon I have my whole mouth around your cock. Your moaning now and you put your hand on my face and move me so you can see me looking into your eyes. I move down and lick your thighs while I stroke your cock and play with your balls. Your breathing is getting deeper and harder now I know you want to be inside me. (more…)

The phone rang and Gary paused his computer game to answer. “Hello,” he said into the mouthpiece, a little annoyed that his game had been interrupted so early in the morning.

“Hi Gary, this is Tabbitha Wilkins, do you remember me from SSA?” she asked him. Gary smiled and wondered what the gorgeous Tabby could possibly want from an old man.

“Yes, Tabby, I sure do remember you. How are you and everyone else at Software Systems Associates?” he asked.

Tabby sighed softly, as though thankful the he remembered her and replied, “I’m so glad you remembered, Gary, because it has been eight years since we talked. SSA is still the same old SSA.”

“Wow, has it been really that long? It seems like only yesterday. Now what can I do for a pretty young woman like you, Tabby?” he asked. There was a long pause then Tabby said that she wanted to seek his advice on a personal matter and could they possibly meet to discuss it. “Of course,” he told her, “shall I come to the office?”

“Oh no, that’s a long way for you to drive, why don’t I meet you for lunch at the Ruby Tuesday’s near you, Gary?” she asked. Gary accepted her idea and they arranged to meet that day at noon. He hung up the phone and returned to his PC game. After a few moments he paused the game and tried to figure out what Tabby could possibly want from a retired old man. He played for another hour then shut down his PC to get dressed for his lunch meeting with Tabby. (more…)

Hello, I’m Dave Bishop. In a recent story I explained about a situation where my friend Ken allowed me to watch him with a beautiful older woman, Brenda, in the office of his liquor store.

It was after this that I got the idea to advertise and see if I could meet more women in the older age bracket. You may want to read this story (It Pays to Advertise) to get an appreciation of how much I like older women? I have still to write up what happened to the other two women who replied to my ad. I have seen Brenda since then and she was just as good as she was the first time… unbelievable in fact.

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Let me explain what I do for a living:

In my line of work I get to see some of the world’s most beautiful tourist destinations… and I don’t have to spend one cent of my own money doing it. Some people would say “Great life if you can get it,” but the thing that makes it really hard is that every one of these fantastic places I go to is for the purpose of working. Well, most of the time anyway.

I work for a company involved in prospecting for oil and gas. My ‘territory’ covers an enormous area known as ‘the Pacific Basin’ by the firm that employs me. The area I physically have to travel stretches in a rectangle from the West Coast of the United States in the east of the Pacific, right across to Japan in the West. The furthest south western part of the territory goes as far south as Malaysia and Indonesia, then on to Australia and New Zealand. The furthest in the south eastern corner of the rectangle, is Tahiti in French Polynesia. These places, plus everything in between, are my ‘stomping ground’. (more…)

Looking out of the window of her classroom, Victoria Redcliffe daydreamed before settling down to the large pile of marking she had to do for the end of year assessment. She loved being a teacher, but did hate marking papers and completing report cards. Being her first year out of Uni, she felt she had something to prove and worked hard for her students to make each lesson interesting and make her classroom as exciting as it could be.

It was pouring with rain and a cold wind was blowing, giving her goose bumps. Unfortunately, Victoria had one of the older classrooms in the school which was in dire need of refurbishment. The roof leaked in places, the window panes rattled and a cold breeze whistled under the door. She marked a few papers, but her fingers were going numb. Victoria picked up her marking and popped it into a red bag she kept under her desk just for that purpose and grabbed her handbag. She would get more done sitting at home; at least she wouldn’t be cold.

It was getting dark as Victoria locked the classroom and walked under the covered area to get to the staff car park. Unfortunately, her car was at the end so she was going to get drenched from the rain. Pulling her coat together, she tucked her handbag and marking bag under her coat and started to run as fast as she could in her grey slim skirt and black heels. It wasn’t easy, actually, it was bloody hard and her shoes and stockings were getting muddier by the second. After racing to her car, she realised she hadn’t got her keys out. Standing in the rain, trying to fumble through her handbag, she dropped all of her assessment pieces.

“Oh damn it,” she mumbled, reaching down to pick them up before they were ruined completely. (more…)

Jennifer had been working in Aged Care Facilities for over 7 years! She was now 31 years old and felt she was contributing towards the quality living of the older folk by giving them the best possible care. She had first become attracted to the work when it had been suggested to her by her Minister. Jennifer had always been active in her Church and considered she was doing something with a community spirit as well as earning money to help with the budget in the home. Jennifer’s husband, Roy, was an easy-going chap who worked long hours as a motor mechanic. He was a wonderful family man and took great care of his family. They had two children, a boy 7 and a girl 5. Fortunately her mother lived nearby and she was able to look after the children after school until their mother arrived home from work so they were not left alone.

Jennifer wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world but she was a pleasant lassie, very easy to get along with and had a wonderful figure to go along with the good looks. She was reasonably tall, 5’7”, and kept herself trim by doing regular exercises both at home and at the gym near her place of work. Her breasts were her second most outstanding features after her legs. Her legs were slim and long and she loved to show them off when she had the chance, but at the same time, she always dressed in a conservative manner. Very short skirts were not her thing although she liked to wear very short shorts! She considered shorts were not very sexy whereas a short skirt had a chance of blowing up or something like that, and that was too sexy for Jennifer. Her breasts were large and firm and she had long pointed nipples which tended to extend out quite a length when she became aroused. She was very conscious of her nipples and always wore a thick bra to prevent them showing through her clothes. (more…)