mature xxx

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.

She tossed the floured material across a chair and headed to the door, her fingers picked up a small ring. When she opened her house to the young man, it was with a welcoming smile and a dangling brass key. “No more need to ring the bell,” she said. (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…)

“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.

Rosemary finished counting the receipts and turned to look up at me from her swivel chair. Her gaze swept from my face to my toes, making me uncomfortable since she was wearing the sardonic half smile that she’d used so often to intimidate employees. “Did you lock up?” she asked, looking through the window in the upstairs wall that afforded her a view of the entire store and the adjoining pharmacy below. (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.

Sitting there in the setting sun of Mumbai, having returned from the vacation she and Karan were staying at Rajeev’s before flying out to Bangalore. Sunita idly remembered the one day Karan had been very drunk and very passionate in moving in on her after one night at the disco in Mauritius. (more…)

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 wife and I recently divorced after 30 years of marriage and I told my boss to go to hell. I just got fed up with the bullshit. I’ve done everything anyone asked me to do all my life. I decided right, wrong or indifferent I would spend the rest of my years doing what I wanted to do.

That’s what brought me to Miami. I have always loved the ocean breezes. I noticed a job in the Sunday classified section for a superintendent in a small exclusive apartment building on the beach. This was the beginning of the best years of my life to date.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m no hunk. I look like any guy 53 years old. My hair is mostly gray and really thinning especially in the back. I’m 6 feet tall and weight 200 pounds and can still button a size 34 waist pants.

I’ve also never been, nor am I now a skirt chaser. Women and sex were the last things on my mind when I applied for and took this job. But, in the first three days on my new job I not only got the drift of what some of the tenants considered part of my duties as a super, but got a whole new appreciation of women much older than myself. (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! (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.

The three younger men (I never did learn their names) each listen wide eyed. Every now and then one or another would glance at the house and I swear that I could feel their eyes penetrating these very walls. I never felt so vulnerable and exposed in all my life.

In a way I suppose my sister is the one to blame for this mess that I now find myself in. I had come to the house on Loon Lake to spend a nice quiet, peaceful week before returning to my job as a fourth grade teacher. The home has been in our family since my grandfather purchased it almost sixty years ago. Everyone in the family took turns vacationing here and I always cherished the time that I could spend here. (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.
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I was finally on my own! The summer after I graduated from high school, my cousin, Dave, had invited me up to Northern Virginia to hang out at his house before I headed out to college. I was thrilled to be on my own at 18. The opportunity to hang out with my hotshot lawyer-cousin outside of Washington, DC, was too good to pass up. My parents were cool with it–as long as I helped Dave around the house. It was beyond me as to why he’d even bought a house to begin with. He was never home except on weekends, but he said the investment alone was worth it. I didn’t care about anything except the fact that his place was within walking distance from the cool shops and bars of the neighborhood, as well as half a mile from the Metro, which would take me into Washington.

Dave took a week off from his law firm when I got there in June. We spent the week touring the highlights of D.C. during the day and exploring the nightlife (or at least to the extent that my fake ID would let me) after dark. I had never been to such a thriving city before, and was thrilled with all the history and power that exuded from the place. I admit it; I was a little bit of a nerd. I had only dated one girl in high school, and that was more of an intense friendship than a real boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. The most that we had ever “done” was kissed, but I was too shy to push for anything more. I was perpetually the “good friend” that all my female companions could confide in but no one really thought of in a sexual light. This didn’t really help my self-esteem when it came to women, and made me very self-conscious if I ever acted in a way that bordered on flirting. It always felt like I wasn’t being earnest when I flirted. That, however, did nothing to quench the hormones that burned inside of me. I had discovered the wonders of pornography, though, at the end of middle school. Since I resigned myself to not being able to get “the real thing” anytime soon, my mind and the few glimpses of the beauty and eroticism of the nude female body in friends’ magazines were the food for my fantasies. (more…)