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Softly David sighed, and whispered, “I’m sorry if this
offends you Debbie, but you are really doing something wild to
me, and I want this to continue.”

“Sure, I understand”, sighed the young lady as she too
responded to the physical closeness, by slowly and carefully
adjusting her own body, permitting her legs to spread slightly
apart, permitting him to slip more centrally against her, until
she could now feel that hard warmth of his aroused penis pressing
up fiercely into the region of her vagina causing the thick lips
of her labia, only a fraction of an inch from her aroused
clitoris.

Remembering that they were in a well concealed area, David
then reached back behind Debbie, grasping her just above and
behind her knees and lifted the slender woman off her feet and
quickly walked into the thicker brush where she spotted what
appeared a clearing under a large pine tree, where he dropped to
his knees and lowered his companion to the ground until she was
reclining on her back.

Mindy sighed, stretched, bringing her arms up over her head
as she lay on the chaise lounge she had set up on the sun deck.
Looking down at herself, the lovely young woman reflected, that
she sure ‘looked just great’, being tall, slender, but definitely
well developed as she lay there dressed in her tiny short shorts
and tiny bra, her body gleaming from the sun tan oil she had
liberally applied to her whole body.

Her thoughts were temporarily interrupted as she heard Rick,
the local 18 year old youngster who had been taking care of their
lawn; hedges; and odd jobs especially during the long, hot summer
vacations, for several years now. At the moment he was a few
feet away trimming the hedges, humming to himself as he jived
along with his headset on, listening to some ‘weird rock’ music,
Mindy figured. “Hmmm”, she thought, “guess he’s gonna grow up to
be quite cute.” (more…)

I had to go to the department store. My supply of shirts had
become just about exhausted, and a sale was in progress. Might
as well stock up, I thought.

At the counter was a rather attractive saleswoman. About 34, she
was on the tall side (5′11″ or so) with a medium build, and dark
hair. It wasn’t her physical appearance that attracted me, though;
it was a necklace she was wearing - a necklace worn only by members
of Select, an organization of sexually liberated people. (more…)

Kate nervously knocked on the door to Linda’s place, wondering if she
should go through with her fantasy after all. There were numerous cars
parked all around Linda’s house, which meant Linda had been very successful
in recruiting people to fulfil Kate’s fantasy.
The door opened and Linda greeted Kate, ushering her inside. Kate saw
that Linda was wearing a one-piece dress that clung to her nicely, and not
only revealed a lot of cleavage, but was slit all the way up to the point of
the tall brunette’s hip. Kate heard voices in the back yard, and the den.
There was no one in the living room, but Linda had started a fire there
anyhow. “Nice of her.” Kate thought. (more…)

I have been told that one could not
conceive of a late teen not being a virgin, so I won’t delude
you, I wasn’t, but my few experiences with aggressive,
inexperienced, self-centered, clumsy boys has not given me much
respect or enthusiasm for the actual physical act of love.

Anyway, I once had this date with this arty sort of guy. I
was interested in acting and he was “into the movies.” It all
started “innocently” enough. We were invited to some friends of
his for a party. These were people I had never met before, but
they were great. It was the most beautiful bunch of people I
have ever seen. They all seemed to be in the movie business in
some sort of way. Anyway, we each went our separate ways and I
got pretty bombed with both the attention I got and the strong
drinks they served. Since I don’t drink too much it was a puzzle
to see that I was the only one getting drunk, but it was fun. (more…)

I have been told that one could not
conceive of a late teen not being a virgin, so I won’t delude
you, I wasn’t, but my few experiences with aggressive,
inexperienced, self-centered, clumsy boys has not given me much
respect or enthusiasm for the actual physical act of love.

Anyway, I once had this date with this arty sort of guy. I
was interested in acting and he was “into the movies.” It all
started “innocently” enough. We were invited to some friends of
his for a party. These were people I had never met before, but
they were great. It was the most beautiful bunch of people I
have ever seen. They all seemed to be in the movie business in
some sort of way. Anyway, we each went our separate ways and I
got pretty bombed with both the attention I got and the strong
drinks they served. Since I don’t drink too much it was a puzzle
to see that I was the only one getting drunk, but it was fun. (more…)

Our company sent us to New York on business, and we were both booked into
the same hotel, but in separate rooms. Julie, my co-worker and I were going
to give a presentation the next afternoon, then catch a red-eye flight back
to the coast. We checked in, finding our adjoining rooms on the 23rd floor
of a large luxury hotel. We’d both been surprised when we were booked into
this hotel, expecting more modest quarters.
The rooms weren’t lavish, quite the contrary, they were simple, efficient
hotel rooms. In a word, dull. But the interconnecting door gave me some
ideas, and I hoped Julie was of the same mind. We settled into our rooms and
I’d just cleaned up a bit when there was a light knock on the door between our
rooms. I opened the door and Julie suggested we find an early dinner somewhere
nearby, and perhaps a drink, as this would be our only night in the big apple.
We dined at a small Italian place, with high prices and equally good food. (more…)

His attention was interrupted. The volume on the hotel
room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the
diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another
feminine products advertisement. ‘Not if she was mine’ he
thought, reaching out and turning off the noise.

Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back
to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch
against the window as a storm raged outside.
(more…)

Once again I had gotten burned. It happens time and again, but I
never learn. But then again, it’s not always all that bad. Maureen
is the departmental secretary/receptionist for a systems group at
Merrill Lynch, and I met her while working there on a contract. She
is attractive and sexy, and after some very limited conversation, I
started fantasizing about making it with her. Somewhere along the
line I started losing touch with reality and believing I had a chance
with her … that’s how I get burned. After leaving Merrill I had
barely established a pleasant acquaintance with her, but I already was
starting to believe she wanted me. After a few months of being away
from there, I was engaged in full-blown, wet masturbatory fantasies
about a willing and eager Maureen finally getting the chance to
satisfy me. (more…)

We awake early, rousting you from a deep sleep, lightly
kissing your taught nipples, I remind you, it’s time to get up,
we have things to do today. You sleeply smile, and lay still for
a moment, enjoying my warm lips searching your breasts, then
reluctantly sit up, stretching and rubbing the sleep from your
eyes. “Cummon now sleepy head, let’s get going, I have plans for
today, we can’t waste it in bed.”
Moving to get dressed, I watch as you fumble thru your
clothes, finding something to wear. I watch as you pull on your
jeans and top..(thinking to myself, just what I had in mind, no
undergarments to get in the way).
You seem a bit puzzled as we leave the house, but know not
to question where we are going or what I have planned. (more…)

Sometimes a couple that lives together learn each other too well.
How can I be proud of myself, when the guys in the old
neighborhood would call me pussy whipped if they knew what
happened. You see, I was telling my girl friend that I had
enough money set aside to buy my mother a really nice birthday
gift. Her response was “Oh, that’s nice.” Little did I realize
that she had plans for me and this money.

The next morning, I getting ready for work, and she says “I’m not
going to work today, I’m going shopping.” I think to myself,
funny, didn’t she tell me yesterday that she was broke? Then,
the boldness comes through. “I want the $200.00 you were going
to spend on your mom.” At this point, I’m in disbelief. (more…)