Nubiles Girls

And then there was the Thursday night that Ana and I went out. In
Holland (at least in our corner of it), the big nights to go out are
Thursday and Saturday, and nothing really happens until after eleven.
Nobody really goes out on Friday (too busy recovering from Thursday, I
guess). Not much gets done on Friday mornings! That made both
Thursday and Friday a bit dull for us - I have to be at work early on
Fridays, and there just isn’t anything happening on Friday night!

I was about two and a half hours late getting home (overtime for the
fourth day in a row), but had worked a deal with my boss to come in
late the next day to make up for it. She was waiting for me at the
door with a kiss and a cold beer. “Rough day?” she said. “You look
pretty beat.”

“You know it, honey” I said. “This was one of those days. At least
tomorrow’s Friday, and I don’t have to be in until noon.” (more…)

I knew it was going to be a different Spring Break when I saw the 6′3″
250 lb guy climbing onto the balcony of our second-floor room at the Holiday
Inn. My two buddies, Jeff and Rollie, and I were heading out for some
food, but I figured we might want to check on the action outside.

The big guy waved at us and proceeded to look up. I headed over, opened
the sliding glass door and asked him what was going on.

Big grin. “I’m tryin’ to climb to those chicks on the 6th floor.”

I looked up. There were indeed girls up there. They waved. I waved back,
but had no intention of climbing up balconies.

“Call me Q,” said the big guy. “Rod”, I replied. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” He began to climb again and I went back inside. There was a
guy at the door who turned out to be one of Q’s friends, wondering what the
hell he was up to. They (a total of 5 guys) were in the room just below ours.
We made introductions and proceeded to split for our food. (more…)

The whole thing started one hot summer night as I was trying to make it home
from a business trip in Ohio. I had been driving for hours on Route 80, trying
to make record time back to the Big Apple, when I noticed that my rented car
was starting to overheat. I pulled off at the next exit and headed for the
closest service station I could find.
After driving for about 15 minutes, the damn car would go no further. Now here
I am in the middle of no man’s land with no car. Luckily, I saw what looked
like a large farm house about 1/4 mile down the road. I walked down and
knocked on the door. A beautiful young nurse nervously answered the door;
after all it was about 1:30 AM. Her blond hair draped down her shoulder. She
looked so angelic and pure behind the screen door of the house. After I
explained my problem to her, she seemed to relax a little. She introduced
herself and told me her name, Ariel, and then asked me in to make any necessary
phone calls. I found out I couldn’t get another car until tomorrow morning, so
I asked her if she could give me a ride to the nearest motel. She then told me
she couldn’t because she was on duty and had to check in on her patient on the
third floor of the large house. She then suggested I stay in the guest room
until my car came in the morning. Since I had no other options this would have
to do. (more…)

Driving home from her new friend’s house after the first
visit, Julie was happy for the first time in a long time. She had
had a great sexual encounter and could still feel a slight
tingling in her crotch. She also no longer felt alone and left out
of the mainstream of life because now she had something in common
with someone who had similar desires. As she pulled into her
street and parked the car against the curb, she wondered what her
husband, Charlie, would have thought had he been able to observe
the things that had happened at Ann’s house. (more…)

One of my first bisexual experiences involved a quad, which
consists of two couples having sex with each other. I was on a
double date and both couples were really plastered from the two
days of partying after graduation. For anonymity my date’s name
was Julie, and the other couple were Tom and Harriet.

We were parked on an old dirt road in the middle of the night
near a very shallow creek. Julie and I were in the back seat
making love while Tom and Harriet were in the front seat doing
the same. Being in the middle of the summer it was getting VERY
warm in the car. It was so warm that fog was clouding the
windows and everyone was sweating profusely. I suggested to
Julie that we go out into the woods and continue our love
making, and Tom and Harriet decided to follow.

The rub was that there was only one blanket. We were all too
hot and horny to argue over who got the blanket, so we decided
to share it. Julie and Harriet were a bit embarrassed to do
this at first but Tom and I both seduced the horny gals right
down on the waiting blanket. (more…)

I had seen better times. My romance with a very special lady
was in deep shit. It had been a torrid four months but it had
become complicated by her boyfriend.
Regardless of the boyfriend, we were enough attracted to each
other to have some of the greatest lovemaking sessions I’ve ever
experienced, including twenty years of marriage and a very lively
bachelor life. I had teeth marks on my body to prove it.
There was one night on the couch in a borrowed condo that I
went down on Leslie, sucking and licking her cut until she tried to
push my head right inside her as she hung on the edge of climax.
So you can understand why I felt down when I had a house up at Bi
Bear Lake for the weekend, and nobody to share it with. No Leslie.
Her job was giving her fits, her other boyfriend kept popping in
and out of her life and I was a further complication she just
didn’t want. And I was horny. My cock was in a semi-hard state
constantly with no wet and warm place to put it. I fantasized
about fucking every girl I met. (more…)

I am rounding the curve, almost home. It has been a long day at work and I am
ready to get home. My husband, Bob, is out of town on business and my son,
Bobby, is away at college. It will be a peaceful evening so I can just sit
around and relax. As I pull into the driveway, I see Ken next door playing
with his dog in his front yard. Ken, 20, grew up with Bobby and is a year
older. I have known Ken since he was four years old. He is into body building
and his muscles look hard as a rock. He is wearing a tank top today, as
usual, to show off his muscles. He also has on faded cut off blue jeans. He
is throwing sticks for his dog to fetch.

I go inside and pour myself a large glass of wine. Now to the bathroom, draw
a nice tub of hot water, get in, and relax while drinking the wine. It feels
so good to just unwind from the stress of the day. As sit in the tub drinking
my wine, I reach for the soap and washcloth and begin bathing. I wash my face
and neck. When my washcloth covered hand reaches my soft white breasts, my
nipples instantly stand to attention. Putting the washcloth on the side of
the tub, I take another swallow of wine and my bare hand returns to massage my
soapy breasts. I try to squeeze my nipple but it is so slippery that it keeps
slipping from between my fingers. As I lightly trace little circles around
each nipple, I start to fantasize about making love to an imaginary lover. My
other hand slips between my legs, between my lips and begins to massage my
clit. I have been fantasizing a lot lately about making love to someone other
than Bob. We have been married for 22 years and I was a virgin when we met.
I have never really made love to anyone but Bob. The wine must be having an
effect on me already because I have an orgasm very quickly. (more…)

She lay in bed motionless. She had awakened a few minutes earlier,
langourous, her body thick with sleep. Her first thoughts had been about
her husband, how he had just left for two days and she didn’t remember
kissing him good-bye, although she knew she must have. Certainly, she
must have. There were certain conventions to adhere to. If even they
began to deteriorate. The thought annoyed her. It hadn’t gone this far
without keeping to some sort of routine. Or had he just crept out in the
early morning, leaving her deep in her dreams about… She had dreamt of
her lover and now her thoughts turned to her friend, the man she had,
perhaps mistakenly, indulged with on her living room carpet…years ago.
It wasn’t that it hadn’t been fun. Actually the thought made her frown
and smile simultaneously. The look of shock on his face when she had
asked him, “How long have you wanted to fuck me?” His look of stupified
delight had vanished and, stunned, his cock hard, his face a few inches
above her cunt where he had been licking her into a lather, he looked at
her, amazed… (more…)

Only five more minutes and I was off work! After
being stuck behind the register for 4 hours, I
was ready to get out and have some fun. Debbie
told me to close, so I asked my last customer to
put up my closed sign for me.

This customer was nice! In fact, she was one hell
of a nice looking lady! I’d say she was about 18,
with long blond hair, down past her shoulders. Her
face was beautiful, and her breasts looked firm
and upright, not sagging. She was very slim, with a
nice tan. The only thing she wore was a short pair
of shorts, and a tight skimpy shirt. I felt my
rod begin to grow, just thinking how it would be
to have a roll in the hay with her. (more…)

What can I say about last night? I can say that it will never happen
again. I can say that it was cruelly short. I can say that the feel of her
against me will stay with me ’til I breathe my last. I can not say that I
know her name.
I had been moping on a stool at the bar. The din ebbed and flowed in
my ears. I was alone. Self-pitying. Almost oblivious. But I heard her.
Thank goodness, I heard her. I don’t know how long she had been sitting
next to me. Her head was in her left hand and she was crying quietly. Her
red-gold hair bounced and shimmered each time she stifled a sob. I wanted
not to say a word.
“Can I help you?”
“No.”
I motioned the ‘keep over.
“Double Korbel–warm–in a snifter for her. Beer for me.”
She looked at me then, her green eyes rimmed red with crying. Her
pert nose poked a bit to the left and the gloss on her thin lips could
have adorned a fire truck. Such a beautiful mess.
“You shouldn’t have done that. You’re very kind.” (more…)

It was a cold and damp night. I had just got home from work and
walked in the back door when, after calling for my wife, heard the small
voice of Dianne.

Dianne was the 19 year old baby sitter who watched the kids when my
wife had to do any shopping or run errands. As I walked into the kitchen
she was standing over the stove stirring a pot of soup. (more…)

He first caught my eye when I got off the freeway. He was
standing at the southbound onramp just off of Beach Blvd., his thumb
was out. As I waited for the green light, I noticed how broad his
shoulders were beneath his unbuttoned shirt. When the horn blew
behind me I looked back to find the light had changed. I decided
I should fill my tank there at the Mobil station. As I was pumping
my gas I could still see him there. Guys were cramming their necks
to get a better look at me as I stood there. I knew I looked good
in my light blue tank top over the white leather miniskirt. As I
finished and got back into my car I drove down to Stark and made
an illegal, “U” turn. The line at the red light was just as long
as usual. As I waited I reached over and unlocked the passenger
door. Green light! It seemed like all the cars were moving slower
then normal. Shit! The light’s changing and I’m still 3 cars back.
Damn! Just my luck. Someone pulled over for him. As he jogged
up to the car I noticed the well muscled legs beneath his snug jeans.
As he opened the car door and talked with the driver I decided I
wouldn’t mind sliding my hands up his thighs to grab his tight ass.
Sigh. The light changes and I see him wave the driver off and put
his thumb back out. My lucky day. I turned the corner and pulled
to the side of the ramp just ahead of him. I sure liked the look
of his body as he approached my car. (more…)

She’s looking at me again. An absolutely delicious blonde;
leggy, shapely, gorgeous hair, alluring face- she’s got the whole
package alright. And here I am hoping my wife doesn’t notice my
eyes popping out of my head. What I wouldn’t give for an hour
alone with this one…

Well, at least if I’m stuck at a perennially boring Christmas
party, I can scope some yummy women. On the sly, of course. The
wife would hit the ceiling if she knew what I was thinking. I
smile inwardly and nod my head to give the appearance that I’m
paying some attention to the conversation. “Can I get you
something to drink, honey?” I inquire. “Why yes, an eggnog would
be nice.” And I saunter off. Now where’d that blonde go? No
matter, I’ll catch up with her again. (more…)

I’m proud to say that Monica is the most accomplished leg slut I
know. I’m proud of that, because she’s my wife-slave-slut, but also
because I taught her most of the techniques that she now uses so
wonderfully to tease men and women and make their cocks rock hard and
their pussies drip with juice.

If you’ve read any of my stories, I’m sure you’re aware that I love
long nipples and nice, tight asses. But nothing quite gets me going
like a pretty pair of legs and a woman who knows how to use them.
Using them correctly isn’t as easy as one might think. I know lots of
women with nice legs, but many of them have alot to learn about how to
really use what they have. (more…)

This is the time of year when the Girl Scouts have their cookie
drive, and my wife had ordered some (as usual - she’s always spending
money on “worthy causes”). On Saturday, the wife and kids went into
town to do some shopping and she said they’d be gone ’till after
suppertime, so I was on my own for the whole day! It’s VERY infrequent
that I get a day to myself at home, and planned to use the quiet to back
up my hard disk and do some general clean-up around the room that the
computer is in.

And so it went for about an hour, when I started off-loading some
GIF pictures. I didn’t recognize the name of some of them, so spent a
few moments perusing the pictures of the naked ladies in all their
glory, doing what naked ladies do best! (more…)