mature xxx

There I was, standing before the phone at 2 in the morning thinking about calling her. You see, with my job I’m out at all hours of the night and she did ask me to call her sometime when I was out late, so why was I hesitating. I kept thinking about our last few months together in order to conjure up enough courage to make this call.

We’ve been friends for about a year, but the last few months we have been slowly building up our flirtatious actions with each other. Those little pinches on the ass to see each other jump have become longer and longer so they’re now more a caress and squeeze. The hello and goodbye hugs were going from those little hug around the neck to where our whole body now had to touch with these embraces. While sitting around we would catch each other stealing little glances at each other and feeling the tension build day after day. When these moments happen one would think that it’s a great thing and one should only muster up enough courage to ask the other out on a date, the only problem is that both of us were married to other people.
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John got up from the couch and headed down to the apartment complex laundry room. He wished that they would get washing machines and dryers right in the apartments like management had promised but he had to do what he had to do.

John was in his first year of college and his folks had helped him get this off campus place. He was an accounting major of all things and a bit of a recluse. He wasn’t bad looking. John was 6′ about 180 and had a lean athletic build. For all of that he was still a bit shy with the ladies though.

It was a short 2-minute walk to the facility. He didn’t mind because the complex was well landscaped with lots of trees and rock formations. He went inside and over to the dryers and opened the door to check his things. He felt through the shirts and underwear and his socks. His socks were a still a little wet and he was just about to shut the door and put a couple more quarters in when he saw something weird.

Was that a bra in the dryer with his things? He reached in and pulled it out. It was black and looked very sexy and expensive. John also noticed that it was rather large. He looked at the tag and his eyes bulged out of his head when he saw “48DD” in bold letters. “Wow!” He said to himself. “They must be the size of small melons!”

“Ahem!” Someone cleared his or her throat behind him. (more…)

I’ve developed a real familiarity which Charlie. He was in my class years ago. We stayed friendly. He’s been cutting my lawn for 7 or 8 years now and its no big deal for him to just pop in the house and use the bathroom or raid the fridge for a soda when he’s done doing the lawn. Over the Years I’ve been watching him develop and grow up from a scrawny 10-year-old kid to 6’5” 175lb. Mountain of athletic muscle He’s the blond all-American boy with big broad shoulders. A young Adonis with sky blue eyes and the world on a platter set out before him. With a handsome knockout smile that puts everyone who ever meets him instantly at ease.

He always comes in the house after finishing the lawn to BS or have a snack. After a while he says he has to head out and then I pay him for the job and off he goes… this has been our routine for years. I have always given him a generous tip. I know he’s usually working towards saving for something he wants. When he was 10 it was a bike at 14 a computer, and at 16 a car.

After his High School graduation the summer drifted by and this was going to be one of the last times Charlie would cut my lawn before this 18 year old embarked on his Ivy League freshman adventure. Several prestigious schools courted him. As an academic and a jock he had success written all over him and everyone seemed to know it.

I end up watching him as he works, his cut-ff shorts a bit too short with holes in the ass. Charlie’s muscular legs were glistening from the sweat of the days work. I catch my breath as he effortlessly lifts off the grass bag to dump it in the compost pile. Every muscle group perfectly defined beneath his tight t-shirt. I touch myself as he removes his shirt and hangs it from his back pocket. He has the smallest patch of hair leading like a trail down his bellybutton to the waistband of his briefs a mysterious bulge is outlined by his tight holey shorts. (more…)

It was the late 70s. I was in college and not old enough to drink legally, but looked old enough so that my ID was rarely checked. I worked as a cook in a steak house and my asshole manager, Newman, stalked into the kitchen after closing time and barked “There is some cunt asking about you in the bar. The only reason I didn’t throw her out is because she is spending money. Go get rid of her and get your ass back here to clean up.”

“Fuck you” I mumbled as I took off my grungy apron and went up to the bar. The “cunt” Newman was bitching about was the most fun person I know: my aunt Rhoda. She had the craziest laugh I ever heard and a throaty voice that was so gravelly it seemed phony. Her laugh was not a chuckle, but a bellow, and she made everyone around her laugh as well.

Rhoda was named for a famous nymph in Greek mythology and she took pride in knowing only part of the legend, that is, that nymphs were so sexual that they scared mortal men. They were so sexually free (not ideal for women of that time) that ancient Greek men figured they were evil at their core. Actually, they were female fairies that embodied that Cyndi Lauper hit, “Girls Just Want To Have Fun.” And my Aunt Rhoda embodied that spirit. She was married, to a huge Cajun that loved to cook and sing and had a mean streak, but on a regular basis she drove up to Kansas City from Port Arthur, Texas to visit her favorite sister and go to cowboy bars on the east side of town to find a cowboy to party with for a day or two. Mom hated Rhoda’s loose morals, but loved her laugh and her company, so she overlooked the sexual dalliances and Rhoda stayed with us when she visited. (more…)

It was winter, near the beginning of a new semester, and Julie Lindsey loved both cold weather and new semesters. Cold weather meant cuddling, and she loved to cuddle. As a literature professor, she had a fondness not only for cuddling with a man, or occasionally with a woman, she loved curling up with a good book or writing erotic stories on her laptop.

Although she loved cuddling, Julie wasn’t a person who jumped into bed with just anyone. She loved being single since getting out of an unsatisfying marriage when she was in her early forties. From that time, she had explored and indulged her fantasies with both men and women, but was choosy and discreet – not secretive, but discreet.

The other thing she loved was new semesters. It was nice to know that the past semester was over and buried, no more keeping up with each student’s grades and having to decide whether to pass or fail, give an A, B, or C for those folks on the borderline. She especially disliked graduate students coming to her office at the end of a semester, whining about needing a B in the course. She usually told them that she didn’t give grades; students earned them.
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Rick Thomas was loading up the trunk of his car with the little league equipment after practice. He was really enjoying watching the little boys and girls learn to play America’s favorite pastime. When Rick got the last bag in he noticed the mother of his second baseman and the woman who was also good friends of his mother. Mrs. Debra Leyton and her husband a long haul trucker and their two sons have lived across the street from Rick and his mother for ten years now. Debra was another woman whom Rick often fantasized about, the woman had no sag at the age of thirty five and having two boys. She looked really sexy in her tight halter top that made her thirty eight d tits look awesome. The tight cut-off shorts she wore made her long tan legs seem even longer.

“Hey there Rick!” she said.

“Hi yah Deb!” he said cheerfully.

“Rick I got a favor to ask you if you don’t mind?” she said shyly

“You want me to watch the boys so you and my mom can go out and have a few beers up and the tavern.” he thought he was on top of her question cause she and his mom did this often. (more…)

Victoria tried to sleep. The night was hot and muggy. She had the sheets pooled around her ankles. She whipped her nightgown off over her head. Her whole body was hot. The heat wouldn’t let her got to sleep.

As she drifted between sleep and wakefulness, her mind filled with thoughts of him. Travis was dark and mysterious. He was extremely sexy. The sound of his voice as it rumbled deep in his chest, makes her pussy clench in anticipation.

Her breasts began to tingle as she thought about Travis’s piercing green eyes and wavy black hair. Her hands rubbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples as she thought about his sexy lips kissing their way down her body. The more she thought about him, the more excited she became.

Soon her hands had snaked down to play with her clit. The fingers of her left hand pumped in and out of her pussy and her right hand rolled her clit around. She began to pant and moan, feeling her orgasm approach. She pictured Travis’s broad shoulders and trim waist as she spiraled into her orgasm.

Victoria awoke in the early morning hours, finding her thighs sticky with her cum. She felt her body heat in embarrassment. She felt guilty about her sexual thoughts of Travis. He was twenty years older than her tender eighteen. Worst of all, he was the father of her best-friend, Samantha. Victoria felt that she was violating Samantha’s trust and friendship by having the lewd thoughts about her incredibly sexy dad. Victoria rolled over to get what sleep she could before the alarm awoke her for school in the morning. (more…)

“If you put it anywhere else in the world it would be tacky,” someone told Neil once. They had been talking about the little surfer-pub on the promenade, and Neil was a local there. He’d grown up in the little seaside town, and had seen it grow and shrink with the seasons. Already the long hot summer was starting to condense into a beautiful autumn, and the tourists had blown away like tumbleweeds, back to their metropolises and suburban sprawls.

At 23, Neil was an old soul; most of the local kids went away to inland universities and colleges, but Neil had chosen to travel- far and long. He had finished his studies the year before, and then gone sailing, and now he had time on his hands till his next delivery assignment, delivering luxury yachts from one playground to another.

He was tall and lean and sunburned, and the first time he met Micci, he prowled into the pub and stalked up to the end of the bar. The place was almost deserted, and only the locals frequented it in the off-season. Paul was in his usual spot, operating the pinball machine like a surgeon, mute and motionless save his gunfighter fingers. He also owned the pub. “Hiya, Neil- grab a beer!” He called out, not straightening up or looking around. “With ya now! Dammit- Aah!” as the last silver ball was swallowed.

Paul’s girlfriend, Linda- heavily tattooed and pierced appeared round the service door and hugged Neil. “Welcome back, sailor! ‘Ow long you back for? Beer?” (more…)

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her body. She stopped to admire herself in the mirror, rubbing her lacey bra and flat stomach. She paused and appeared lost in thought, before she continued removing her clothes. Her pants came off, followed by the bikini-cut panties and finally her bra. She stood naked again looking in the mirror, and then she walked out of her room and into the bathroom for her shower.

“Damn”, I thought to myself as I watched my neighbor from my window. “What I wouldn’t do to taste her.”

My neighbor was named Julie, a petite brunette who was married and had two kids, both of whom were off in college. Her husband works for weeks at a time, away on construction. I had fantasized about her since she and her husband moved in next to us a few years ago. She had smallish breasts and a wonderful ass, which she always showed off when she sunbathed in her back yard. I did odd jobs for them from time to time, cutting their grass, painting their deck, etc. Once I had discovered that my window faces directly at her bedroom, I watched her room at all hours of the day. Now that her husband worked away I had caught her undressing many times. She seemed to wear sexier clothes, and sometimes very little, around the house. All I knew is that I had to get in her pants. A chance had to come sooner or later… (more…)

My senior year in high school, it looked as if it were going to be a bigger bore than all the rest. I had just turned 18, the weather was getting warmer and here I was with no job, no car and that meant no girl. On the rare occasions my father let me use his; I’d head to the local drive-in restaurant. I’d sit there ogling all my buddies’ girls, not to mention their cars.

One Saturday morning while I was having breakfast with mom, dad, and grandma was there too; the phone rang. It was Doug. He was a friend whom I’d met in homeroom at school.

“Hey Troy, Jim just had a guy quit and walk out on him here at the gas station. He said he’d give you an interview if you’re interested.”

Brother was I interested! I hung up the phone and leapt from one end of the house to the other. Mom and dad had all the typical questions. How would I get there? What were the hours? Would it interfere with school?

I assured them that I would manage everything. As for getting there; it was a quick 6 or 7 block walk. Well worth it for the opportunity to get some cash, which translated into a car. After getting there and meeting Jim and the guys, it seemed as if he were almost running a shelter for wayward boys. Everyone laughed, joked, and teased each other like they were family. He offered the job and I accepted on the spot. He explained that as we were still in school, our hours would be in the evening. Two or three of us would rotate evenings working. The same went with Saturdays. He expected two and sometimes three in on Saturdays as that was his busy day for mechanic work. One lonesome guy would man the gas service on Sunday from 9am till 3pm. I was told it would be the most boring 6 hours of one’s life. (more…)

Connie had had a very bad day and that was good for Tom. It meant that he would be the recipient of all that pent up tension and frustration. Tom still often wondered what his life would have been like if he had not attended Ms. Connie Cook’s real estate lecture on that day three months ago.

“When are you coming over,” the voice on the other end was terse, her words, clipped.

“Around six.”

“Make it sooner. I want you there when I get home. … and be ready. ”

“OK.”

He thought it best to keep his response simple. She was in no mood.

The 32 year old quickly prepared himself for Connie’s arrival, while he had never questioned their age difference, in the beginning it had concerned Connie. Tom’s only problem was that he loved older women and Connie was a dream come true. Having been married for over 30 years to the only lover she had ever know, Connie was ripe for experimentation and although he had never met the man, Tom had raised a glass to his benefactor on more than one occasion. You see Connie’s late husband was an ass man, or to be more precise, an ass fucker.

Tom often smiled when he recalled he and Connie’s first love making session. He had just hammered her pussy big time when Connie flipped over on her stomach so quickly it would make your head would spin.

Grabbing an ample cheek in both hands she pulled herself open wide. Tom lay by her side a little perplexed. (more…)

It was a warm Saturday night, and as usual I had a house full of teenagers. I didn’t mind, I loved their company, I don’t think I ever grew up as most of the time I felt more relaxed hanging with them than I did my “grown up” friends. My teenage son was there, and his older sister, and her fiancé John, and a couple of their mates.

We had all been for a drink, then come back to my house, where we smoked a bit grass, and everyone lay about on sofas or carpet chatting and putting the world to rights.

As was usual on these occasions, I seemed to end up having most of my conversations with one of John’s friends, a boy of 20 called Iain. Not only was he smarter than most of the other kids and could keep up with me mentally, but we had a similar sense of humor, and he always made me laugh with his wry quips. Often everyone else would end up crashing on the carpet or disappear to bed and he and I would sit talking until the sun came up. We usually flirted a little too, lighthearted stuff, but enough to make our conversations interesting with a slight sexual edge. I love flirting; I happen to think it’s one of many dying arts; I look at my daughter sometimes and think how all the subtlety seems to have disappeared from relationships. Her idea of flirting seemed to consist of saying to her fiancé, “I’m horny, shag me now.” (more…)

At twenty six, I had worked in the maintenance department of the office building for something like eight years. It was a go nowhere kind of job, but no one really bothered me, and I was more or less my own boss. The tenants of the building ranged from travel agents, to wholesalers, and even one attorney. None of which were very interesting people as far as I was concerned.

All but one…

About a month ago, a woman who was an interior decorator moved in and set up shop. She was as unlike the rest of the tenants as night is from day. I had no idea of her real age, but I figured that she was somewhere in the age neighborhood of my mother! Short, well styled, absolutely silver hair framed a still attractive face with piercing blue eyes, and a smile that was totally dazzling. The real thing about her was her build. Well dressed in a conservative manner, she still had the body of a twenty year old which surprised the hell out of me. Curvy, full breasted, with legs that from what I could see which wasn’t much, seemed to be truly incredible.

I hadn’t run into Mrs. Nance very often, and then, it was only a nod and a ‘hello’, so it sort of surprised me that one day, there was a message on my machine to come by her office. Of course, I hurried right up. After knocking on the door, I entered as she said, “Come in?” (more…)

It was approaching the time to prepare for her appointment. Fran Merryman steeled herself as she looked at the clock. It read 12:15 - the dreaded appointment was set for two in the afternoon. She had less than two hours before what she was sure was going to be one of the most embarrassing events of her life. Her heart raced a bit as she thought about it. How could she ever have got herself into this? No matter - the deed was done, now she just had to go through with it. Hopefully she could could get there and back without encountering anyone who knew her.

She had made the appointment two days ago. The place was of her own choice - a location where she felt no one would know her, a place where she hoped, in fact, that there would be no one except the person she was to meet. She had only met him once, and he didn’t really know how she was going to be involved. To him it would be, she hoped, only a professional engagement. (more…)

I can’t believe next year I will be going to UCLA on a full scholarship for football - me, Jack Nelson. I’ll be leaving home as an adult. It feels great after always being thought of as a child. My mom and dad are great, I could not ask for better parents. I have a lot of good friends that I will miss but I’m ready to be my own man. I am making extra money this summer doing odd jobs. I don’t really have a steady girl; I was always playing football, basketball, or baseball. I did not date very much.

I looked at the clock it was 6:00 am, I jump out of bed put on some shorts a T-shirt and my running shoes and down the stairs and out the door on my morning five mile run. When I was through with my run I was scheduled to help the Andersons, who have been our neighbors for fifteen years. They were giving a party this Saturday; I was going to help them set everything up. Plus I was making $7.00 per hour, money in the bank! I really felt good, since I have been working out, lifting and running. I was hard as a rock and I was up to 235 lb of muscle. Last year in high school I played at 205 lb, I put on 30lb more which will help me playing next year. I’m 6′ 2″ with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I think I look pretty damn good. The extra muscle looks hot on my frame. (more…)

Vanessa Moore was a very good nurse. Dedicated was what would best describe Vanessa. She was 49 years old and an intensive care unit nurse at Maplethorpe University Medical Center for 21 years. She still loved her work despite it resulting in sometimes tragic outcomes. It was a natural part of the job that not all patients in her care left the hospital healthy enough to resume active lives. Sometimes people did die. That is why she chose to never marry or have children. She desperately wanted both. But she didn’t think it would be fair to raise a family and have a husband, knowing she would always be dealing with life and death. Even her family could understand why she did what she did in this instance.

Her mom, Loretta, stayed home to raise Vanessa and her younger brother, Steven and younger sister, Paula, while Vanessa’s dad, Edward, was an investment banker for 43 years. Vanessa knew her parents to be good, hard-working honest people who loved their children very much. She wanted to live up to their example. She thought she had so far and was proud of herself and her work.

Her pride took a back seat one time three years ago. One very interesting time… (more…)

I looked at my friend Thomas as I chewed the last bite of my hamburger. “No, I’m afraid I can’t make it tomorrow,” I said. “I know that Saturday is your only free day, but it’ll have to be next week. I promised my neighbor I would help her with some minor chores tomorrow.”

“That’s quite all right,” Thomas replied. “I guess I’ll see you in 8 days then. I have to run, got to hit the books now so that I’m finished before Sunday.”

I nodded as Thomas pushed himself away from the table. “Bye, Jerry,” he said as he waved. I waved back at his departing figure.

I signaled for the check as my waiter passed by. Paying the bill, I headed out to walk the 3 blocks to my room-for-rent. I was lucky to find the place, which I furnished in a Spartan manner – a bed and a dresser. (The owners of the house were nice enough to let me have a towel rack in the bathroom for my shower towel and part of the refrigerator for any food I might buy.) It was only 5 blocks from the Northwestern campus in Evanston, and was barely affordable for a college student living on nothing but financial aid. I had enough money to pay rent and live on Ramen, like all good college students. Once a week (Fridays) I would meet Thomas in the local greasy spoon for dinner (cheap burgers): we alternated paying. Normally, we would meet on Saturdays to play chess. (more…)

“At least he could call if he isn’t going to make it,” she told her chubby, old lap cat, Sylvester.

It was her brother’s 30th birthday and they had agreed to have dinner and go out for the evening. Even at 30 years old, Jillian’s brother was no more responsible than when he was ten.

The table was set, the salad made, the rolls were probably luke warm by now, the chicken had marinated and was ready for the grill.

“Well, that chicken will keep until tomorrow,” she threw a cube of cheese from the salad to Sylvester as she wandered through the kitchen putting things away.

From the time they were kids, Jillian and Jason would spend time together on special occasions when there were no special loves in their lives. This just happened to have been one of those occasions, however, glancing at the clock, she realized he probably did find a date or go out with his co-workers. (more…)

Max’s black Chevy pulled into his girlfriend’s drive and he shut the lights off. He was nervous for what he was about to do.

“Max,” he said to himself, looking into his rearview mirror, “You’d better be right about this.” Max took a deep breath and got out of the car, moving at a steady, confident pace up to the front door of his girlfriend’s farmhouse. There were only two lights on; the light in the den and the yard light.

Max knew that Jess was out of the city with her sorority friends. He knew she would be out of town all weekend. But, most importantly, he knew that her mom would be home all alone for the entire weekend.

Jess’s mom, Velma, was home this weekend though, and Max was going to check up on a few of his hunches. He thought he’d seen Jess’s mom looking at him out of the corner of her eye, ogling him, even. Once in a while her nipples would stiffen and show up through her blouse when he walked in, but they’d go back down right away. He was pretty sure that she’d been watching the two of them having sex before, too, but didn’t Max didn’t say anything about it to Jess. (more…)

As Mike walks into the airport he sees Ina standing there with a big smile on her face he walks over and gives her a big hug. And kiss. While Mike is getting the rental car all straighten up Ina can barley keep her hands off him but she kept her cool when they reached the car she reached over and gave Mike a big kiss. As they looked into each other’s eyes they knew it was going to be a night to remember. As Mike drove Ina laid her hand on Mike leg and started to rub Mike’s leg driving Mike crazy.

As they pulled up to the motel Mike got out of the car and walked over to her door and opened the door for her reaching out and grabbing her hand helping her out of the car. He opened the door to the motel and carried Ina in the motel and took her and laid her on the bed and they started to kiss passionately as their hands where all over each others as they knew it was going to be one wild night. As they laid in each others arms holding each other soaking up to each other. Mike reached over and took Ina’s ear lobe in his ear as he sucked on it like he was a hungry little animal. As he was doing this he found Ina’s breasts and started to rub and fondle them. Pinching Ina’s nipples in his fingers as she started to moan in pleasure. (more…)

As normal she was doing her rounds on the ward. Samantha was incredibly bored at the moment, it was the night shift and there was very little to do. Once she’d finished she left for home. At home she started to run a nice warm bath. She looked in the mirror, her nurses uniform clung tightly to her womanly figure. The uniform had never fit her properly; it always strained across her bosom. She unfastened the uniform and let it fall to the floor. Her large heavy breasts were held by a huge unflattering bra.

She never wore anything then a bra and tights; knickers always made her feel hot. Her tights sat on the top of her curvy hips and covered her delicious belly. She removed the tights and let them fall to floor. Samantha had a heavy covering of dark hair over her pussy. As she stood in front of the mirror she gently ran her finger through the hair. Samantha stood back from the mirror admiring her body. She had dark hair and dark eyes with smooth pale skin. Her body was extremely curvaceous with her breasts being by far her best assets. Her hips were wide and her bottom smooth and round. Throughout her life she’d kept in shape and it showed, she suffered from very little sagging. Even at the age of 50 she was in good shape.
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I am a 27 years old male, in great shape and pretty damn good-looking if I do say so myself. I have a great job with a large advertising agency in New York City; an office on the 29th floor with a breathtaking view of Manhattan, and my life is going pretty good right now. I am on top of the world so to speak, single and loving it.

“Do I?” I stop shaving and look at myself in the mirror. I have dated a number of girls in the past young, hot, wild. “Mmm.mmm.mmm” I shake my head thinking about the last girl Candy, who was really wild. A dancer at one of the local strip clubs with a body that didn’t quit and neither did her mouth.

She was a tall drink of water about 5′10″, blond hair that was long and wavy, full pouty lips, gorgeous green eyes, oh yeah and triple D’s baby! Fuckin’ hot body! Hips that weren’t small, just perfect to grab from behind and fuck her good. I did every night, but she didn’t stop talking even during sex. I even tried gagging her with panties hoping that would shut her up. No such luck! Shaking my head at the memory. I rinse out my razor and start the shower, testing the water for the perfect temperature.

“Panties.” As I say this word aloud, I feel the blood rush to my cock, look down and there it is looking up at me with that one eye accusingly.

“Yeah, Yeah!” I say out loud, stepping into the hot shower. These are not ordinary panties. I stole them a couple of weeks before from my friend John’s mom, Valerie.

Valerie is a total M.I.L.F. even though she is 23 years older than I am; she doesn’t look it at all. I close my eyes, picturing her, and I feel my body especially my cock get excited. I take my hand and rub it up and down the shaft of my cock, imaging her mouth doing that to me. I picture John’s mom kneeling before me, her brown straight hair falling to her feminine shoulders, blue/green eyes with long black lashes, full lips that are always smiling. Her body is in great condition since she is a Pilate’s instructor, long and lean. (more…)

I was fifteen when Mrs. Smith asked my mom if I could mow her lawn. I was sixteen when Mrs. Smith became Ms. Smith, and I remember when my mom had commented on how Ms. Smith was gonna be all alone in that house of hers. I was seventeen when Ms. Smith began showing an outwardly affection towards me, which I must confess I didn’t really catch upon. Women in general making me nervous and sex being a complete mystery, the physical aspects more so, all the visual aspects being learned in the school Sex-Ed class and from watching my friends fathers porn movies at his house where we would masturbate. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay or anything, and I sure wasn’t turned on by watching my friend blow his wad all over his stomach (I used a kleenex to catch my wad). It was just something to do, and he never made any passes at me if indeed he was gay.

Ms. Smith waited until I was eighteen before she solicited sex from me, that way if my mom or anyone found out about our intimacies together they could do nothing as I was now a consenting adult. She had been thirty-nine when I started mowing her lawn, and she was forty-three when we began fucking. (more…)

Some years ago I worked at a small engineering firm. One of the typists there was called Barbara, and she did most of the typing for me. I was about 25 at the time and she was coming up to retirement. She was a small lady, and had put a bit of weight on round the middle. She had quite a large bust which she didn’t try to hide, and usually wore a skirt and blouse. One day we were doing stocktaking and we were in the production office. There was the usual girly calendar on the wall (not allowed nowadays!) which I had a glance at. Barbara came over to me.

“Do you like that,” she said, pointing at the photo, which was a secretary bent over her desk, with her skirt lifted up, showing her stocking tops. She was turning to the camera and her blouse was open exposing her quite large tits, encased in a black bra. I did like it, and I told her so. I was also getting a stiffy, looking at the photo with Barbara being next to me.

“I can see you in that pose,” I said, feeling as though it was safe to flirt a bit. “You’ve certainly got the figure for it.” I looked down at her blouse, which was showing a fair bit of cleavage. “Do you ever wear black stockings,” I asked her. She chuckled sexily, but before she could answer, someone came into the office, so we had to continue with our work, and nothing more was said that day. (more…)

She looked over at him. The serene look spoke of his satisfaction. The tension in her stomach spoke of guilt. He didn’t know. So why was she feeling so horrible. She knew why. Because of that voice, those words. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

She hang up the phone just as his key was inserted in the lock. She stood and met him at the door. As if he sensed her arousal, he pulled her to him and kissed her with hunger long denied. She melted into his arms, pressing against him fully. He turned so her back was to the door. His lips nibbled along her jaw and down her neck as his hands roughly unbuttoned her shirt. He released the front clasps of her bra and lifted one breasts to his waiting mouth, while rubbing the nipple of the other with the pad of this thumb.

“Your breasts are sensitive aren’t they baby. They love the light touch of a man’s hand or the feel of his hot mouth closing over the nipple. I bet those big lovely breasts have nipples that harden with the slightest stimulation. Begging to be sucked.” (more…)