mature xxx

The summer rain shower had caught him completely off guard. He had to run outside and drive the old tractor into the barn to keep the rain from getting into the motor. It had begun to pour and he couldn’t help getting soaked, but he didn’t mind, the rain was a cool reprieve from the intense July heat.

She watched him from the kitchen window. It was early still and she stood there wearing one of his old t-shirts which she always wore to bed when she spent occasional weekends with him on his farm. She studied him as he drove the old tractor into the barn and shut the door. The rain had drenched him through and the color of his skin and the shape of his muscles could be seen through his white t-shirt. He was wearing his favorite Levi’s; the ones that were a little tight in the crotch showing off one of his better assets. She couldn’t help but tremble a little and she bit her bottom lip as he climbed over the barn gate, landing on the other side with little effort. She loved the way he carried himself, the way he moved, like rugged poetry, with the confidence of a god. (more…)

I used to visit my grandfather Anders regularly when he was an old man and bound to a wheel chair. His brain was still sharp and he entertained me with stories from his life. He was a handsome man, tall and slim. He had done well for himself and lived a luxury life. My grandmother was dead and he had a maid and a private nurse to take care of him.

This Sunday in March -52 his nurse Charlotte wheeled him into the room. She was in her late twenties, good-looking with a full bosom that she wasn’t shy to show. Her nurse uniform wasn’t fully buttoned up but showed a very nice cleavage. And when she bent forward over Anders a good part of her lovely breasts showed. She often leaned over Anders. She had been with my grandfather for a year and seemed to take good care of him. (more…)

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. (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…)

I’ve always been a church going girl; a “real” Christian. But I, like many young adults have raging hormones that I let get the best of me. It all started sophomore year in college. It seemed that the cheerleading team had made it a goal to “break the girl.” They wanted to change me from the “good, virginal girl” to “one of them.”

They told me I should read “Mr. Maybe,” which I did. I then started reading other books that if some of my other friends found out I were reading I would be exiled from the group. I eventually started signing onto erotic literature websites and rubbing myself to other’s sexual encounters. The cheerleading squad successfully “broke me” but they didn’t know that: I kept up the “virginal” reputation throughout high school.

I am now in graduate school and live at home. And most people still think that I am this good innocent girl. But they don’t know the real me.

My parents and two younger brothers left the house to run errands. This left me alone, by myself. Seeing that I cheer at my school I have extremely bad tan lines: the shorts, the socks, the tank tops. So I went outside to sunbath, naked. (more…)