mature xxx

I was down from university for the summer, and like most students, I needed money. From all the experience I had picked up doing our garden at home for my mum, I had managed to get various gardening jobs from friends to keep me busy through the break. The main plus to the job was it was good money, and being a twenty-year-old athletic guy, it helped me stay active in the summer heat.

One ‘client’ shall I say, was a friend of my mum, who lived across the road from where I grew up. We moved house six years ago, but still stayed in touch. I had been working on her garden for several weeks now, and it was really starting to take shape. It was a Sunday morning, and the sun was beaming so I had no shirt on, I might as well make the most of the weather I thought, and continued the work. Every now and again when taking a breather, I would glance around, and allow memories to flood back on my childhood. I found it interesting to see what changes had been made to my old house, and saw a neighbour that I never really liked. Nearing the end of mowing the lawn, I heard a door open, and glanced up. Standing in the next garden was Judith. I remembered her, as she looked me up and down. Judith must have only been around thirty-five, she had a kid when she was quite young, Dean, who was a year or two younger than me who I used to play with. I remember them moving in, going round for tea, and just hanging out with Dean. I wasn’t certain but I recall her with a partner, I think his name was Andy, but I wasn’t sure. (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.
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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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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…)

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…)

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…)

Janice had been a resident of the complex for five years. She participated in the sponsored activities on an irregular basis. There had been men at the complex that provided a casual ‘roll in the hay’. When Janice attempted to engage their minds all were lacking. They thought with their gonads and their intelligence was limited to football on TV.

Bill was a newcomer of just six months. He had met many of the residents while checking his mail, doing his laundry or paying his rent. It took awhile for names to earn a place in his memory. Faces were there like photographs without captions. Janice’s face was there, but unlike so many others, with a caption attached. The lady in his mental photograph had mischief behind the eyes, a damn good-looking body and a spark of something. If something happened fine, if nothing happened that was okay as well. He had never been taught the signs that a woman was interested in him and he should follow up.

It was a chance meeting that made Bill stick in Janice’s mind. Oh she had seen him around. Janice might have said hello while getting her mail or even finishing her laundry. The meeting took place at the complex office. She had a meeting and didn’t want to be late but her rent was due. If Janice waited until after the meeting the office would be closed and in her mind the rent would be overdue.

Being in a rush Janice didn’t see the office door being opened. She did feel the body she bounced off of. Janice also felt the hands that grasped her arms to prevent her from stumbling backward. When she inhaled Janice caught Bill’s scent. Sunny, woodsy and a scent she had trouble defining. Janice was about to apologize when she heard. (more…)

That morning when Elizabeth had headed out to work the sky was blue, and the sun had been shinning. But now at 5:00 P.M. when she exited the office building downtown, where she worked. She discovered the weather had made a drastic change. It now was raining and the wind was blowing fearlessly. In addition, Elizabeth knew hailing down a cab at 5:00 P.M., downtown on Friday in this kind of weather wasn’t going to happen. Therefore, she turned into the direction towards the subway, which was a 5-block walk from where she was, and begin walking. Before she had made it half way down the first block, she was soaking wet, and shivering.

Then out of nowhere a cab pulled up to the curb along side and the passenger side window came down and the driver called out to Elizabeth. Hey, you look pretty unhappy out there, would you like to jump in and get out of the rain, asked the driver. God bless you, thank you, yes I would, replied Elizabeth. Her body was numb, and the warm cab felt like heaven when she climbed into the backseat of it. (more…)

I am country-bred at a small farm just outside Stockholm, the capitol of Sweden. My family moved there when I was young but my parents kept their jobs in a nearby town.

The farm had several houses. They were used by relatives as summerhouses. In wintertime we were quite lonely but in the summer there were more people around.

Two female cousins of my father, Lisa and Karin, had a house each for their families. In those times it was customary that the wife and the children spent the summer in the summerhouse and the father was left in town working. Our farm had an advantage. It was so close to Stockholm that the husbands could come there at weekends but the wives got a little bored anyway.

The hot summer of 1959 the cousins were in theirs mid thirties. They had two children each in about the same age and helped each other so they could get some free time on their own.

I spent the summer at home working on the farm and with the horses. At 18, I had grown since last summer and the farm work had developed my body. I was shy and inexperienced but very interested in the female body. I started to fancy about these women who went around in light summer clothing and sundresses not thinking much about me being around. (more…)

The day had droned on and finally the last group of students had exited and I was finally able to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet until students began filtering in for tutoring. I teach history and while not as complicated as some other subjects, some students really struggle with the amount of material in college-preparatory classes.

I sat at my desk and Janice, the teacher who works in the room next to me, poked her head in and asked how the day went. I sighed heavily and said I was glad the weekend was here and looking forward to a couple of days of sleeping late and doing little in the way of work. Janice nodded in agreement and came fully into the classroom.

I perked up because she looked good and because there had always seemed to be an undercurrent of sexual tension between us. She was dressed in a pantsuit with the jacket and the shirt underneath providing plenty of vantage points. She was about 34 and had short, blond hair. Her most impressive assets were her breasts. She had large ones - she recently had a child - and while she tried to downplay them at work, they were difficult to totally conceal. (more…)

I had been dating Caroline for a short time, maybe a month, when I decided to break it off. She is a beautiful woman, about 5′ 3″, a small build with an incredible ass and a nice, firm pair of breasts. She is very intelligent, a great all-around package, but she was too reserved for my tastes.

Caroline was raised in a very wealthy, conservative, Bible-thumping household. Even though she is in her late 40’s, and raised two good kids by herself, her parents still have a hold on her life.

We had slept together three times during our time together, and it was nothing spectacular. As I said, Caroline is a beautiful woman, and has an incredible body, but even looking at her nude couldn’t make up for the lack of fire in the bedroom.

We had plans to go out shopping together Friday evening to find a dress for Caroline to wear to her cousin’s Christmas party, which we were supposed to go to in a month. We were going to meet for a drink before we went, and I decided that would be the perfect time to end things with her. (more…)

I was waiting in line at the theatre when I felt a tap on my shoulder and as I turned I was greeted by my favorite nephew.

“Hey how are you?” He asked giving me a big hug. I laughed and told him I was fine. Looking over his shoulder I saw you and gasped.

“What?” He said pulling back from me. I looked up at him trying to hide my surprise.

“Nothing I’m just happy to see you.” I said grinning at him.

“This is my friend Josh,” he said introducing us. You smiled at me and took my hand as if we had never met before. I looked down at our fingers enclosed in each others and felt my body begin to tingle all over. Slowly you let go of my hand and we walked towards the concession stand. As I ordered popcorn and a soda I watched and listened to the two of you bantering back and forth, smiling at the things you said to each other and drinking in the pleasure it gave me to have you so near. (more…)

I was a rookie, fresh from the academy, patrolling the mall parking lot on my first afternoon tour. The winter air was crisp and dry and I watched as dozens of shoppers parked and walked to the stores to exchange the Christmas gift that didn’t fit or to take advantage of the January clearance sales. I rode up and down the aisles and, seeing no problems, began to work my way to the western exit that would take me to the highway and, ultimately, to the diner for dinner.

Driving down the final row of cars I saw her. She was frantically waving me down. Something was wrong. According to procedure, I called in the license plate number of her car and got out of my vehicle. She ran up to me, “Oh, officer, I need your help. I accidentally locked my keys in the car and my baby is in the back seat.” I looked her over. She was about 21 years old, a few years younger than me. She had that wholesome kind of farm girl look. You know, well scrubbed with little make-up. She was wearing winter clothes so it was kind of hard to see her body. But, nothing could hide the fact that she was well-developed on top. I went around to the side of the car and looked in to see a six month old infant in her car seat on the back seat of the 1966 gold Ford.

I told the mother to remain calm and I would have the car open in short order. We had a tool specifically for these circumstances and I went to my car to retrieve it. Within a couple of minutes, the lock was popped and mother and daughter were reunited. I checked the mother’s identification documents and headed back to my patrol vehicle with the good feelings of a job well done. The mother, Nicki, was positively effusive with thanks. She insisted that she wanted to do something special to thank me for rescuing her and her child. (more…)

Her name was Maggie Gibson, and she changed my life.

I was a shy, insecure 18-year-old away from home for the first time in my life. She was a 44-year-old widow living out a life of quiet desperation, far from the scene of her prime. We were two ships in the night who collided for eight of the most wonderful weeks of my life. Our affair, though short, was passionate in the extreme. When we first met, I was a boy; when I left her to return home, I was a man.

My name is Robert Davis, and I am a 39-year-old English professor at a prestigious private college in the South. I have also written three well-received books of historical fiction and am working on a fourth. I’m married, to a beautiful woman that I love deeply, and who loves me with equal passion, and we have three children. I’ve had a wonderful life, and I’m not sure any of it would have happened had I not encountered Maggie that special summer.

It was the summer after I graduated from high school in my home town in West Texas, right in the middle of oil country. My father was an ex-military man who went into the oil business and did well. He was a robust, athletic man who married a quiet, religious woman of deceptive strength. I am the youngest of four children, with two brothers and a sister, and they all took after Dad. My brothers were athletes in high school, Sis was a cheerleader and played basketball, and they all three followed Dad into the petroleum industry after attending college at his alma mater, Texas Tech.
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It seemed to 18-year-old Billy Mayfair that he had been on this bus forever already, yet he was not even half way there. It was a long trip from Fresno, California to South Dakota, especially on a bus.

Billy looked out of the window, contemplating how he had ended up on this bus to nowhere. He had been out with several of his friends after high school graduation, looking for some fun. The BMW was just sitting there, keys in the ignition, waiting for someone to drive it away. Billy didn’t want to do it but his friends called him a coward. Well, they didn’t get five miles before the cops caught them.

His mom had been mortified; her son was a criminal. She and the Judge agreed that Billy needed a change of scenery. The Judge gave Bill a choice, go to jail or work for a friend of his mother on her farm in South Dakota for the summer. Even for an eighteen-year-old, that was a ‘no-brainer’.

Jess Morgan, his mom’s best friend had married a man and moved to a farm in central South Dakota. Then she had lost her husband suddenly last year, leaving her with over a hundred acres of farmland and a lot of bills. Still, Jess was not the kind of woman that gave up easily; she was determined to make it on her own.

Billy barely remembered Jess; he had not seen her in years. His mom said he had always called her Aunt Jess because she had treated him so well. He was certain that she would be some dried up old hag, maybe even 40 years old. He was beginning to think that jail might have been a better choice. How was he going to make it through an entire summer in the middle of nowhere? He wasn’t even sure there was running water on her farm. (more…)

This all took place in 1976. I had been promoted in my job in the bank and was Head of Securities in a small bank branch in Oxted, a small town in Surrey, England. I was 23 years old.

It was wintertime, late November and with the clocks going back it was dark around 4.30 p.m.

I had a flat in Croydon, South London and used to like the trip to work, as it was the ultimate “reverse commute”. When I went to work, everyone was rushing in to London and when I went home in the evening everyone was rushing out of London.

The Oxted Line was from London to Hastings and Oxted itself was about a 40-minute train journey from Croydon. The 17.38 was the preferred train as it meant I did not have to rush away from work and it was a direct train with no stops until Croydon, and then on to London.

It was also last on the list for upgrade and so the trains were “non-corridor” with individual compartments, some with toilets attached.

That night I waited on my usual spot, as I had by know worked out where the train would stop on the platform to get a good compartment, which would deliver me at Croydon right by the Exit and from there it was 50 yards to the bus and home by 6.30.

The train was on time and I opened the compartment door. There was a woman in the compartment alone and we nodded as I got in. I had not seen her before. I settled down diagonally opposite her behind my newspaper as the train lurched forward into the night. (more…)

I am a genuinely nice guy. To take just one example, I never needed to be reminded that there was a community service requirement we’d have to meet before we graduated; I’d fulfilled it before I got to eleventh grade. Mostly to get out of the house, true, but also because I really enjoyed working with the deaf kids at the public library. My cousin Martha was deaf, and the fact that my mother couldn’t be bothered to learn Ameslan made it all the more attractive to me. Martha and I could sit there and “chat” right under my mom’s nose. Mom’s younger sister Penny knew exactly what we were saying, but she apparently had her own issues with Mom. I saw her biting her lip on more than one occasion to keep from laughing. The kids at the library were just delighted that I knew it, and we had a great time each week.

It’s true that I am just a teensy bit accident-prone. And that some of those accidents were at least partially my fault. Although to hear my mother talk about it, you’d think that it was entirely predictable that a truck carrying maple syrup would crash at 4:15 p.m. on a road that I would be driving at 4:17 p.m. I mean, they weren’t even going to raise our premiums for that. (more…)

Emily awoke to the stillness of pre-dawn. She turned her face to the window and noticed the gray light stealing in through the window. Sighing deeply, she tried to keep still and not wake Ralph. Not yet. This was her time and she cherished it. Ralph’s snoring cut through to her and she smiled slightly. How many mornings had she quibbled with him over that? And when had it no longer bothered her? In fact, when had she learned to fall asleep to it?

She pulled the sheet up to her chin and gently rolled over onto her side. Ralph’s back was facing her, his shoulder blades expanding and falling with each ragged breath he took. She looked at the flesh on his back – when had it taken on that weathered look? She didn’t remember that before.

She looked up onto the top of the dresser and her eyes absorbed the large photograph that had stood there for years. Emily’s gaze softened as she took in the photograph that marked their wedding. That was 35 years ago today. She looked at the young girl, only 19 years old, the white dress her mother had worn altered to fit her slim frame, and clutching at the arm of the man beside her. (more…)

A couple of years after my divorce I bought a condo in a very nice area just outside of town. The complex it is in is upscale, with four buildings surrounding a large pool. Every unit faces the woods in the front, and had a balcony that faced the pool in the back. There are about eighty units total, many seeming to be occupied by couples or divorced people like myself in their thirties and up. It is a very nice, quiet area, and very well kept.

The vast majority of the residents are very friendly, and the condo owners association scheduled a number of events for the residents. Not long after I moved in, they announced a pool party, with a Tiki theme. Being a lover of all things tropical, this was right up my alley. At the monthly meeting, I even offered to loan out many of my potted palm trees and other tropical plants, many of which were getting too big for my condo.

I was also looking forward to seeing a few of the women that live there, hoping that at least a few of them would be dressed for the occasion. One of the women that I was particularly hoping to see was Terri, a woman that I would see on the elevator in the mornings while we were both on our way to work. (more…)

Vanessa Perry sipped coffee from her mug as she looked out at the summer sun rising over Philadelphia. The forty-year-old executive sighed deeply as she reflected back on her life. She had grown up the youngest daughter of an extremely wealthy family. She had dreams of growing up, falling in love and getting married, like her four siblings before her. However, as she watched their families evolve before her eyes, it became clear that that was not the life she wanted to lead. So she left her small suburban home, made her way through college (relying on minimal financial assistance along the way) and spent the next fifteen years working her way to the top of one of the most prestigious medical research companies in the country.

All her corporate success had come at a significant cost to her personal life, however. She had been in a couple relationships, to be sure, but they never amounted to anything of substance, more due to her absorbing herself in her work. Now that she actually had some free time to focus on them, she was beginning to feel those sexual urges that she should have been feeling a long time ago. But the singles scene was absolutely dead; most of the men she met were either way out of shape (working out had been the only leisure activity she allowed herself, and only because the building she worked in had a company gym); wrapped up in their own careers, as she had been; or had any other of a number of issues that were common in men her age. (more…)

It was already warm out, even at five in the morning, and I knew the weathergirl on the radio was correct in saying it was going to be a scorcher. I was standing on my back step with a cup of tea, drinking in the peaceful calm of the earliness, admiring the way the morning sun made the dewdrops glitter on the leaves of my roses.

I had grabbed a clean t-shirt of my son’s on the way through the laundry room and pulled it over my naked body before going outside. You never know who might wander by for an early morning stroll or jog, and even though I lived in a more secluded part of town, and had a good hedge built up around my yard, it was not entirely private.

Considering that this was a small town, and many opportunities are based on reputation, causing a scandal wasn’t a really smart idea. The last thing I wanted was to be pushing my cart through the bread aisle of the grocery store while people stopped and whispered to each other about how Ms. Keys has an exhibitionistic streak in 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 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…)

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…)