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 Two Couples Enjoy Labor Day. By AlexanderT – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Becky sighed, "Jane, that was great. Just the thing after a long trip." Eddie agreed, "Oh, yeah. A cold beer and a good sandwich is what we needed." "Can I get you another?" asked Pete. Eddie chugged the last of his first beer, "Yes, sir. Don't mind if I do." They talked for a few minutes but it was obvious Becky and Eddie were nodding off. When Eddie finished his beer, Jane showed them to their room. As Jane and Pete climbed into bed, she snuggled against him. "You think they're making love?""I doubt it. They were awfully tired." "Maybe Becky was faking so she could get him into bed." "Could be. I remember being in a strange bed always turned you on. Like you were making love to a stranger." She pulled his hand to her breast, "Still does." Becky and Eddie had moved into the house next door a couple of years before Jane and Pete retired. It was great having newlyweds next door, watching their loving commitment to each other. Becky was far from home, having moved to be with Eddie in his new job and appreciated having Jane as a friend. Pete enjoyed watching the two of them together, Jane with the longer, trimmer body and Becky with her buxom figure & padding. Becky's blond hair was usually in a ponytail, the look of youth. Jane preferred her dark hair short, almost manly. Eddie, as a new homeowner, called on Pete often for advice. Eddie was in good shape, usually beat Pete in racquetball at the Y. And Eddie had a youthful head of straw like blond hair that Pete, with his gray sideburns envied. When Pete and Jane retired early because of a corporate merger and special pension offer, they moved to the lake. Pete couldn't tell who was more upset by the separation, Jane or Becky. This labor day was their first weekend together since the move. Saturday Adventures In the morning, Jane and Becky went into the little town to do some shopping. Pete took Eddie out on the dock and they fished. And drank beer. Fortunately, no fish interrupted them. When the ladies returned, Pete fired up the grill and when the coals were just right, he put on some foil wrapped vegetables. A few minutes later, he added two steaks, and a few minutes after that, two more. Jane came out with plates and Becky followed with a bowl of salad. Pete cleared the grill and a late lunch was served. "Now that was wonderful," trilled Becky. "I've never had a steak that tasted so good." Pete pounded his chest, "Me man. Me make fire. Cook meat good." Eddie laughed, "No, it was more than that. Good cuts, well seasoned and cooked just enough." Pete had cooked his and Eddie's medium rare, but had left the other two fillets on a bit longer for the ladies. They sat for a while, basking in full bellies, the guys with a beer buzz, the ladies sipping wine. Becky stood, stretching like a cat, her hands above her head, pushing out her ample breasts. They were all watching and Pete felt a stirring in his groin and wondered if it affected Eddie. Looking at the smile on Jane's face, he wondered if it affected her. Becky was not fat, but she was well padded; nice breasts and fanny. Her blond hair fell to just below her shoulders and Pete couldn't help but wonder what it would look like spread on a pillow. She was shorter than Jane, a little over five foot, but when she smiled, she was six foot tall. Jane caught him looking and grinned. Jane was no slouch. She had nice tits, a tight ass and a wicked smile that went all the way to her brown eyes. Jane asked, "Nap time?" Becky shook her head, "No, I'm going for a walk. See if I can work off some of that delicious meal." Pete stood, "Good idea. I'll go with you. Jane? Eddie?" Jane shook her head, "No, not me. Go ahead, I'll clean up here." "And I'll help," said Eddie. Pete hesitated. Did 'nap time' mean she wanted Pete to take her to bed and make love to her or was it just Pete's dirty mind? He was leaving Jane, his beautiful wife with Eddie and Eddie was good looking. All of six foot with wavy brown hair and a solid body. Pete wasn't surprised that he snagged Betty. Pete often wondered how he was able to get Jane's attention. His hair was short from the ROTC days and he was a skinny running back. Maybe she was pleased with the way he made love to her, worshiping her body. He hoped it was enough. Out of the house, Becky said, "You lead the way. It's your forest." "Not all of it. But, yeah, a lot of it." He led her to a path that went up above the house. "I love your place. Did you pick it?" "No, it was a compromise. I wanted to live on top of a mountain when we retired: Jane wanted to live at the beach. We found this place on the lake " "Hey, it's in the mountains." He shook his head, "But not on top." "Does Jane like it?" "Sorta. She sits out on the dock all times of the day. And I have even found her out there in the dark and the early morning." He led her up a little slope and directed her to large rock. He lifted her up on to the rock and they sat and Becky looked down. "Wow, this is beautiful. There's the house, the dock, the lake." "We're still on my property. I wanted to build up here, but Jane wanted to be close to the water. Maybe I'll build me a shelter up here so I can get away, like Jane does." Becky peered harder. "I don't see them." "From here you can see the grand room and your room upstairs." "Oh? You weren't up here this morning were you?" "No. Was there something to see?" She grinned, "There might have been." Pete thought about the effect of strange beds. She frowned, "What do you think they're doing?" Pete exhaled, "Worries me, too. Jane said she wanted to take a nap. When that happens in the afternoon, it usually means she's horny." "But you trust her, don't you?" He hesitated, "I trust that she loves me." "You don't think she's faithful?" "No, but I have no proof. And I don't have any reason to complain. When I was on the road, I wasn't always faithful and I was never sure she didn't have lovers from time to time. We've been to parties where she's disappeared for a short while, but she always leaves with me. I've never caught her, but I've had my suspicions." Now Becky seemed worried, "You don't think she'll seduce Eddie, do you?" "I don't know. Maybe she'll just show him her album." "What album?" "I was an avid photographer in school. I had taken 35mm pictures of Jane but nothing risqué. I didn't want to have some developer ogling her. When I got my first digital, I took more pictures. It started with her posing, but progressed to bikini's, then topless, then bare. We took some of her kissing my penis, even some of me between her legs." "So, there are naked pictures of you, too?" "Not really. All you ever see of me is my penis." He laughed, "But then, that may be my best part. Anyway, it could be anybody with a penis." Becky shook her head, "Let's head back." Headed back down the hill, she said, "Maybe we'll catch them." "I doubt it. If they are screwing when we get there, they'll probably be in our bedroom. They'll hear us and Eddie will go back to your room and pretend to be napping. Jane will be in the shower." As they neared the house, Pete suggested, "When we go in, grab Eddie and give him a blow job. You'll be able to taste Jane in they were screwing. The house was quiet and they went up the stairs. Becky slipped into their room and Pete went to Jane's. She was lying in bed, reading. Fresh from the shower. He sat on the side of the bed and kissed her. "I thought you were sleepy?" "Oh, you know how that goes. I came up here, got a shower, lay down and couldn't go to sleep." She rolled over and snuggled close to him. "And now I don't have to." That evening they had burgers and beer on the dock, listening to quiet sounds of nature and watched the world go dark. When they adjourned to the house, Becky came over to Pete and whispered. "He tasted different." "Oh, did he taste good?" She smiled, "Yes." "You should taste the real thing. Jane is delicious." She pushed him away. Show & Tell Though it was only chilly, very mild, Pete started the fireplace and they sat around drinking beer and wine, talking, saying nothing. Until Becky asked, "Could you show us your album?" Jane's brow furrowed, "You told her?" "Yeah. I thought maybe she could get Eddie to take some photos of her." Eddie, not knowing what they were talking about, asked, "What photos?" "I told Becky about some photos I took of Jane." Becky smiled, "Nudes." Eddie laughed, "That I'd like to see." "Well, after you've taken some of Becky, maybe we can swap." Becky looked from Jane to Eddie, "Do you have your camera here?" "I've got a couple." "Why don't you show us your photos and then we can take some of me?" Pete looked over, "Jane, they're your pictures. It's up to you." She was non committal, "Yeah, whatever you want to do." Pete retrieved a memory stick from his office and plugged it in to the TV. As it came up, Pete looked at Jane. "You've seen all these. Anytime you want to stop, just tell me." They were all stills. Pete had tried video, but a hand held camera didn't work very well when you're having sex. He had some videos, but didn't want to show them. The first shot was of Jane in a silver lame evening dress, her hair up and away from her neck. She was half turned to the camera so that her breasts were in profile. It was long sleeved and covered her shoulders. But the front plunged almost to her waist, an excellent view of her cleavage. The skirt went to the floor but was slit up to her waist. It was Becky that voiced the observation of both the guys. "Damn that looks good. But you couldn't wear any undies. I bet the guys were all over you." Pete said, "Oh yeah. Everyone wanted to dance with her. Even some of the women." Jane smiled, "It was fun." "But Harry was especially attentive. Even his wife noticed. Said a VP shouldn't act like that. She and I went looking for you an

About Birds & Nests: Part 2 Stefan’s new bed. In 2 parts, by CichyPiotr. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 3: Stefan keeps fucking me. The next day Stefan woke me up in the morning. I looked at my watch and it was fifteen past seven. I realized that I would not make it to the first morning lecture. Attendance was not obligatory. However, I had to be on time for the 10 o'clock because there were some exercises where the attendance was obligatory.I got up quickly and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself for the first time knowing that I was already a woman. I looked between my legs and saw that my slit was pink. With no more time left I washed up and got ready to go to the university where I spent most of the day. In the evening I got another message from Danuta asking me if anything had changed. I wrote about the fact that I let him have intercourse. I told her that I was no longer a virgin. Danuta could not hide her surprise at how quickly things had turned out for me. I told her that he had taken care to protect me and to make it as painless as possible. If it goes on like this, it will only be a matter of time before you tear the rubber off him and give yourself to him completely. You have probably figured that out by now, too," said Danuta laughing at the very end of the conversation. ''We are careful about that. You don't have to worry about it,'' I told her. ''Sure. Take care and have fun,'' said Danuta and then we ended the conversation. After this conversation I sat down on the sofa in the living room and looked at my watch. Stefan was finishing his work in an hour so I had a moment to myself. I slipped my hand under my panties. I started to touch myself on my pussy taking advantage of the fact that I was alone. After a while I slid down my pants and panties making it easier to access my pussy. I lay back and rubbed my finger along my pussy wanting to bring myself to orgasm. I imagined Stefan standing over me with his member tightened. His entire member slides into me and then fucks me until he comes. Then I realized that I hadn't thought of putting a rubber band on again. This made me very excited and I climaxed right away. After a while, when I was already out of the climax phase, a familiar voice sobered me up. ''Are you having fun?'' Stefan asked me standing next to me. ''You're here already?'' I asked surprised, instinctively covering my vagina. ''I left earlier. I can see that you missed me,'' said Stefan with a smile on his lips. ''I...'' I stammered in his presence. ''You don't have to hide yourself from me,'' said Stefan and pulled my hand away, which was covering my slit, and then he added ''You are too beautiful to hide it, baby.'' Stefan leaned down and kissed me on the mouth and went to wash up. After a while I got up and got dressed. Stefan and I then ate dinner together and spent a while on the couch cuddled up in front of the TV. I started to cuddle up to him and kissed him on the lips. I put my hand on his pants and started rubbing against them. ''I think you feel like having fun again, don't you?'' Stefan asked. ''I would like to,'' I replied and then added ''but not here.'' I grabbed his hand and got out of bed. I took him to my room. I put him on the bed and started to undress. I took off my shirt and shorts and stood naked in front of him. Stefan also undressed and freed his already erect member from his briefs. I lay down next to him on the bed. Stefan got down to business and, just like the previous times, he started by licking my little pussy. He did this until I climaxed. As usual, I needed a while to recover. In the meantime Stefan got up and took the condom. I watched as he pulled the condom over his member again. In some ways I was beginning to regret that he was doing this. I was more and more curious what it would feel like if he entered me without it. I wanted it more and more with each passing moment, but sanity held sway so as not to lose control. Stefan lay down on top of me and put his member into my slit. This time he penetrated much easier than yesterday. There was no more pain, only pleasure. We looked into each other's eyes as he rhythmically fucked me. I could see the desire in his eyes. After a few moments I began to feel that the member thrusting in my slit was bringing me closer to my orgasm. I started to moan louder and louder at which Stefan sped up and kept going deeper and deeper. Eventually his member began to thrust against the back wall of my vagina. With each thrust I shuddered and in no time I climaxed. I drifted off again for a while. After a short while I came back to myself, and Stefan, having been impaled as deeply as possible, stood still. I lay there involuntarily as he looked at me proudly. Then he kissed me. ''I am glad that you have come,'' said Stefan and then added ''Now it is my turn.'' Right after that, Stefan pulled out almost his whole member. Only the head was still inside my slit. After that, Stefan pushed his whole member in, which made me moan loudly. He started repeating this until he brought his mouth close to my ear and announced that he was about to come. I was curious if, like last time, he was going to come out and cum on my pussy or tits. Maybe I would swallow all his semen again. I thought about it for a while. I saw a familiar grimace on his face. This time, however, his member instead of leaving my insides went in as deep as possible. Once again it hit the back wall of my pussy and I felt it swell even more. It felt like it was about to explode. I saw Stefan, with his eyes closed right above me, experiencing his orgasm. But after a while he opened his eyes and fell on top of me. I felt that his penis stopped twitching and started to shrink after a while. Stefan started to slide out of my pussy and I saw that his member was no longer fully swollen. There was a rubber hanging from it which was filled with his semen at the tip. He pulled it off and handed it to me. ''If it weren't for the rubber, it would all be seeping into your cervix,'' said Stefan, pointing at my pussy and adding ''That's how babies are made.'' I lay there for a while staring at the used condom held in my hand. That semen could now be inside me and fertilize me. Just the thought of it made me shiver. After a while I poured the contents of the condom on my slit and began to rub it in intensely. ''Be careful, because if even a drop gets inside, it is possible to get pregnant,'' said Stefan holding my hand, stopping me from rubbing in the semen. I just nodded and lay down on my side. Stefan got up and started getting his clothes. ''Where are you going?'' I asked him as he stood in the doorway. ''Downstairs,'' - answered Stefan. ''From now on you and your little friend sleep here,'' I answered him looking at his shrunken member and pointing to the other side of the bed. ''Good choice,'' said Stefan and jumped into bed next to me. Chapter 4: First Time ‘bareback’. From now on, we spent every night together. They were filled with joy and happiness resulting from our mutual amusement. I didn't reveal this to anyone except Danuta. I could trust her to keep her mouth shut. I told her about how our relationship was going. She didn't mind. What's more, she was happy that I opened myself up to the world of erotic sensations. Our relationship was based on living together and satisfying each other's needs without much emotional involvement. We passed the days and weeks like that. Every night we gave each other orgasms. Stefan provided me with fresh portions of his semen, and I eagerly accepted them. Over time I came to understand that diet affected the taste of semen. I also learned to concentrate on swallowing it as quickly as possible. I was both fed and showered with sperm. My breasts, my belly and my little pussy could count on a nightly shower. But we were careful. Each time we used condoms so that not a drop would get inside. We were just casual lovers sharing an apartment, and we didn't want to take even the slightest risk of getting pregnant. One Friday after work, Stefan had a meeting with some colleagues from work. He told me not to wait for him because he would be late. So after dinner I went to bed and before going to sleep I made myself comfortable with my hand. This made it easier for me to fall asleep. A few hours later I was awakened by the sound of the door to my... our room. Lying on my side I opened my eyes slightly and saw that it was Stefan taking off his clothes. Before getting into bed he went to the bathroom. After a while he came back and, dressed in pajamas, lay down next to me. I could see and smell that he was drunk. However, the smell was not unpleasant for me and I easily fell asleep in his presence. Some time later I woke up and felt that Stefan was cuddled up to me. I could also feel his engorged manhood on my thigh. I felt a growing desire to play tricks on him. It would be a shame not to take advantage of the opportunity when his member was ready for play. I reached into the drawer in the dresser next to the bed. I took out one condom. I removed the foil from it and then turned towards Stefan. It looked like he was still asleep. I figured he wouldn't mind if I played a little with his swollen cock. Anyway, looking at him I knew there was a chance he would sleep through the whole thing and not remember anything. Alternatively, he would have a very pleasant awakening. Not wanting to wake him up I pulled down the quilt and reached my hand towards his penis. I started to put a condom on his penis. I had become quite skilled all this time so it was a formality for me. After putting the rubber on, Stefan lay down on his back. His eyes were still closed. He must have been a really strong sleeper. Since Stefan was lying on his back, I assumed the rider position. This was the most comfortable way to insert his penis into my slit. I was extremely curious about his reaction after waking up if he saw me riding his cock. Witho

About Birds & Nests: Part 1 My new Roommate In 2 parts, by CichyPiotr. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As usual, I went to the university in the morning. It was cloudy and rainy. Although the weather was not good, it did not discourage me. As a 20-something girl I was positive about life and believed that the best was yet to come.When I was coming home in the evening and approaching my bus stop, I noticed a police car and an ambulance. After getting off the bus I saw that there were two policemen standing in front of my house and the entrance was covered with some kind of tape. I sped up and approached the policemen. Sorry, you can't go through here now - said one of the policemen firmly. But I live here. What's going on? - I asked anxious. I was asked to show my identity document. When I did that one of the policemen came inside and the other one told me to wait for a while. After literally two minutes two men came out of my house. One was the policeman I had just seen. The other one was not dressed in uniform and started to explain to me what was really going on. I found out from him that my parents were dead. They died in an accident that took place a few streets away. At that moment I stood up, not believing what this man was saying. But he was telling a truth that I could not accept. It was a moment in which I did not know what to do. Suddenly I was an orphan and I would have to live with that. I was not ready for that. I hadn't considered that possibility for the time being. But I had no choice but to do something. The financial situation was not too good either. It turned out that the insurance that my parents used did not cover death in a traffic accident. As a result, I was left with only the money that was in their bank account. The amount of money may have been quite considerable, but as time went by I realized that there were still some costs I had to cover. The funeral arrangements are not free and will take up a large portion of those funds. My best friend Danuta supported me as much as she could in this difficult situation. She even moved in with me so I wouldn't have to be alone. After the funeral, I realized that I would not have enough money for very long. Together with Danuta we looked for a way out of this situation. Finally we came to a conclusion that the only sensible solution is a roommate. So we put out an ad and soon afterwards the first answers came. Only men applied. Most of them were not serious and gave some inappropriate proposals. It disgusted us so much that we added a note that we wanted a female roommate. Unfortunately, it did not change anything and only men of different age answered. After a few conversations we realized that we had to choose from what we had. Time was pressing, especially since it turned out that Danuta got a proposal to study in another city, which would be a great opportunity for her to further develop. We invited for an interview a 35-year-old man who lived in the suburbs and wanted to be closer to work. His name was Stefan. Together with me, of course, was Danuta to help me in the interview. After a short conversation we came to an agreement that until I found a job he would cover the financial obligations. In return I would be responsible for the house. We agreed that there are no improper agreements and we are only roommates. Stefan agreed to the terms and paid the rent for the current month first, as we had agreed. Stefan was a tall and well-built guy. He worked as a financial analyst at a company that was only a few stops from home. He would cover the rent. I will be able to continue my education in peace. Thanks to that, in the future I would have a well-paid job and a happy life. For the first week the three of us lived together. Stefan turned out to be a normal and calm guy. There was nothing in his behavior that could seem to be wrong. Danuta and I felt that we had made the right decision. Even the fact that he had to sleep on a fold-out and rather uncomfortable couch didn't seem to be a problem for him. Eleven days later Danuta had to leave. We said goodbye cordially and promised each other that we would keep in touch. The next day I had two lectures cancelled and I could come back three hours earlier. I opened the door with the key and saw that my jacket and suitcase were standing in the hallway. As I was about to enter the living room, I saw that Stefan was lying on the bed and had his hand near his crotch. After a moment I noticed that he was moving his hand while holding his penis. Even though I was in my early twenties, this was the first member I had ever seen. I lived in the conviction that learning was the most important thing and would allow me to live a prosperous life. The time for relationships and starting a family would still come for me. Therefore, I did not look for a boyfriend. Back to Stefan on the bed. I realized that he was masturbating. He was using the fact that I was out of the house to satisfy his needs. I stood like that for a while until his hand stopped moving and his semen shot out of the tip. Stefan looked like he was very relieved after the semen spurted out of his member. After a moment he stood up briskly to reach for a tissue. Without thinking much I took a quick step away to the bathroom hoping that he did not notice me. For the rest of the day, Stefan did not say anything about that situation. So I had the impression that he did not notice me. In the evening, when Stefan went for a run, I called Danuta. I told her about what had happened today when I got home from class. That is quite normal. Everybody has to satisfy themselves sometimes - said Danuta laughing. Not necessarily - I answered her. On the other hand it is probably better that he did not ask you for help. Unless you haven't mentioned it yet, hmm... - Danuta added. Stop it. It's disgusting - I answered my friend. You don't even know how wrong you are. And just like everyone else you will find out one day - said Danuta and then we finished talking about it because Stefan came home. In the evening I prepared sandwiches for dinner. I am not a master chef and I still have to learn how to cook. We ate, sat down in front of the TV and talked in the living room. How was college? - Stefan asked me trying to start a conversation. Fine - I answered shortly. I was taking some time off to relax at home - said Stefan. I know... I mean I guess - I corrected myself. You saw how I... I was relieving myself - said Stefan with a smile. No... I mean yes, but... - I started to stutter out of nervousness. Don't worry. It is not unusual. Everyone has to relieve themselves sometimes - Stefan said. I don't... - I said, feeling that this conversation was becoming more and more embarrassing for me. Come on. You have never... - Stefan started to say. No. That's disgusting - I interrupted and got up from the table. I went to my room to calm down. After a while I read an SMS from Danuta. She asked me how things were going with Stefan. I wrote her about what happened after dinner. Danuta wrote back that I shouldn't exaggerate. At the end she added: "Actually, he could also satisfy your needs if you asked him ;) if you know what I mean". That last sentence encouraged me to think about it. Danuta might be right. Stefan was doing it expecting to be alone. I think I reacted too impulsively to what my roommate said. For me it is a taboo subject. Still, my behavior was inappropriate. I should have talked to him more calmly about what took place. I went downstairs. Stefan was still sitting in front of the TV. I sat down next to him and started talking. I'm sorry for my behavior. I reacted too impulsively. I don't talk about these things with almost anyone - I explained my behavior. I understand. I didn't know you had such an attitude. I respect that - Stefan said. I am happy - I answered with a short smile on my lips. If you want to talk about these things, you can do it with me, you know - suggested Stefan. What? - I asked surprised Eh... About birds and bees and satisfying your needs - Stefan explained. I remembered what Danuta had written to me. If I asked him, he could satisfy my needs. I don't know what that means, but maybe it would be worth finding out. Of course, just to satisfy my curiosity and thirst for knowledge. Do you know much about it? - I asked slightly abashed. Enough so that you know how it works - Stefan answered and then added - If you want, I can explain everything to you. But... we won't.... you know.... - I said, very confused. Relax. Just what you want to know - said Stefan. After a short hesitation I agreed to his proposal. First of all, you must know that this is not a taboo subject and that it concerns all of us. The sooner you find out, the better for you. I don't have to tell you about the basics of anatomy, do I? - Stefan finished his short introduction. I know - I answered shortly. Girls have shells, men have birds. Have you seen a bird before? - Stefan asked. When you relieved yourself - I answered. Good. Now I will show it to you so that you can see it close up", said Stefan and pulled down his pants and briefs. I saw his member lying between his legs, with some hair around it. His testicles were hanging below him. It may not be the most beautiful part of the male body but it is the most sensitive. Now it is in a state of partial rest. But when you stimulate it, it hardens and swells up," Stefan explained. And then what? - I asked. It is ready for procreation or intercourse. But you don't have to worry about that now," said Stefan. Then he took my hand and brought it closer to his penis. Don't be afraid. You can touch it," said Stefan, and my hand touched the tip of his cock. Stefan moved my hand lower to the tip of his penis. I grabbed a handful of his penis, which was warm and growing in my hands. It grew so tight that after a while it stood completely. Then, still holding my hand, he began to move it up and down. The skin on his member

Suzie meets new friends, and has a big choice to make. By Liminally Spaced, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. Suzie stared at herself in the mirror. The very expensive mirror. The very expensive mirror in the very expensive suite in the very expensive hotel. She looked perfect, more perfect than she'd ever looked in her life, and as the soothing sounds of the waves melted in through the big balcony window, she thought about where she was, where she'd come from, and what it was going to take to stay. Did she want to stay?Even as she moved across the room toward the door that led to the main room of the lavish suite, she didn't know the answer. She wouldn't know the answer until it came out of her mouth. Suzie took a breath, and opened the door. Arthur had called her bluff. It had been two months since she confidently declared she wanted to join Arthur on his yearly extravagant vacation, plenty of time to come to her senses and back out, especially after learning what the trip would cost: she wouldn't need to provide a penny for the adventure, but what she would need to provide would be oral sex, whenever Arthur desired it. She was well within her right to back out, and yet something inside wouldn't let her. Whether it was the lure of a new experience, or just to prove a point to herself, Suzie accepted the terms, and now here she was on a plane to Italy. She looked over at Arthur, sitting next to her asleep in his own luxurious first class seat. Some creative fiction by both of them had her father thinking she was accompanying Arthur on a business trip, otherwise there was no way on earth he'd let his daughter travel anywhere with an older man, especially one she barely knew. But Suzie's father sometimes seemed more interested in her career than her wellbeing, and he didn't question them at all. And it was true, she did barely know him, but he was charming and easy to get along with, and somehow the shared deception felt like their first instance of bonding. But still, this was insane, she thought. She was on a plane to another country with a practical stranger who she promised to blow any time the mood struck him. Normally she would have immediately assumed the worst of his intentions, had it not been for her former English teacher Ms. Dorman. Ms. Dorman, or Julia, had gone on this trip with him the year before. When Suzie asked her about it was clear she enjoyed the experience, confirming that she would in fact do it a second time if asked. Ms. Dorman had no idea Suzie had been considering taking this trip when she asked her. Suzie wondered if her answers would have been different if she had. Looking over at the sleeping Arthur, she had a moment to really take him in. He was attractive, she could admit that, and as her eyes traveled down over his expensive clothes to the V between his legs, she began to wonder. She wondered what his cock looked like. How big it was. Suzie felt a tingle in her loins at the thought of her cute, unassuming teacher sucking on Arthurs cock. She wondered how many times on their trip Ms. Dorman took him in her mouth. She wondered if Ms. Dorman swallowed. She wondered if the two of them did more. But mostly Suzie wondered if Arthur gave Ms. Dorman the same deal he gave her. In the time leading up to the trip, Arthur would periodically call Suzie with various itinerary information, once even asking her for her measurements, and would routinely ask if she was still firm in her decision to go. Suzie always answered yes through a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Then, the evening before they left, she got one last phone call. One last confirmation of intent. "Listen," Arthur said in a soft tone, "I want you to know that if you don't want to do this, you can still call it off." "Are you trying to get rid of me?" Suzie joked despite the cold sweat she could feel on her back "No, it's just, I know this is a lot, and I know your reasons for doing this, so I just wanted to tell you: once we get there, the first two days are on me. I want you to have the chance to have a great time free of any weirdness or pressure, so I promise I won't ask anything of you at all for two days. And if at the end of those two days you decide you'd rather not continue on, that's totally fine, and you can go home stress free with some great photographs to gloat with." Suzie listened in silence as he offered a pregnant pause before continuing. "But at the end of those two days,  if you decide to stay, I'm going to assume you're in all the way. Ok?" Suzie had a pause of her own, taking it all in before offering back a confident "Ok." "Ok. I'll see you tomorrow." Suzie had never flown first class before, and that alone felt like an extravagant vacation in and of itself, but it was nothing compared to the boat ride to the resort. Surrounded by beautiful mountains, and the most perfect weather anyone could wish for, Suzie and Arthur sailed through crystal water on their own privately chartered sailboat. The wind in her hair and the sun on her legs felt magical, and as she took it all in she unbuttoned a button on her blouse to feel the heat on the swell of her chest. She took it all in. She smiled. "How are you enjoying things so far?" Arthur said, returning to her with a refreshed drink, and her own requested glass of white wine. "This is pretty amazing, Arthur," she said, taking the glass. "Seems like a pretty big boat for just two people though." Arthur chuckled "It usually holds about 20 comfortably, but I rented the whole thing out. I thought it'd give us time to get to know each other before we get to the resort." "I'd like that." Suzie smiled. Arthur held his drink up to toast. "Here's to new friends." "And new experiences." They clinked their glasses. They drank. They talked. Suzie learned about the forming of Arthur's company, how he married young, how his divorce broke his heart. Arthur learned about Suzie's hopes for her life and her career, her thoughts on the future, how her love life hadn't exactly been setting the world on fire. They laughed a lot, found out they had more in common than they thought, and generally realized they enjoyed each other's company. As Suzie started to feel the effects of her drink, her questions got progressively more probing. "So you've done this trip 6 times with 6 different women?" "I have." "Why do you do it?" "I like to visit exciting places with exciting people." "No, you know what I mean. Is it like a power kink or something?" "Maybe a little?" Arthur paused, considering his words and sipping his drink. "But I think it's more that, I like the anticipation. The Thrill." "The thrill of having a sex slave?" She chuckled, but watched as he began to get a little defensive. "No, no. It's not like that. It's important that it's not like that. It has to be that they want to do it. I just get to decide the where, when and how." "You said your companions can do whatever they want; what if they meet someone?" "Totally fine. I've been on trips where I never saw her outside of agreed upon interactions, and learned later she had been having the time of her life having a hot affair with someone she met on the trip. I believe they're actually married now." "And what about you?" "I do the same. I've met and spent time with women I've met on the trips as well; as I said, the only required part of the trip is our agreed upon condition. "What's the fewest times a girl's ever been 'required' on one of these trips?" "Three." "What's the most?" Suzie said with a wry smirk. "More than three." He kept her gaze as he took a drink. Suzie felt the hair on her neck stand up. "Who was the best?" She finally said, honestly curious, but definitely still trying to push some buttons. Arthur looked away as he chuckled. The sun made his perfect skin almost glow, and somehow he hardly had a single wavy blonde hair out of place in the strong wind. Shooting down the rest of his drink, he gestured toward the distance behind her "You should get your things ready, we're coming up on the resort." Suzie turned behind her and her jaw almost hit the floor. A sprawling castle rose up out of the horizon, hugging the side of a lush mountain. Terracotta roofs contrasted with olive green trees, against the bright blue sky. It was gorgeous. Suzie's awe continued once they set foot on dry land. Classic cobblestone streets, warm lanterns, the smell of fresh food and coffee around every corner, this was less a resort and more an Mediterranean paradise. The hotel itself was equally impressive. Suzie could hardly believe when they got to their suite that there was enough space for a baby grand piano in the main foyer. They each had their own, separate room, on either ends of the suite, each with a king bed and a balcony that overlooked the water. Suzie plopped herself down on the bed and took a deep breath. This must be heaven. And that first day it sure felt like it. They explored, ate amazing food, and spent time apart as Arthur did some shopping and Suzie lounged by the pool for what felt like hours. She couldn't believe the number of gorgeous people who were at this place, especially women. Amazing bodies in amazing swimsuits populated the pool, and it quickly became Suzie's favorite place. She gasped slightly the first time she saw someone take off their top to sunbath, trying not to stare, but it was difficult. It was only the first day, and Suzie was already having the time of her life. That night, after an amazing dinner, Suzie retired to her room and took a long shower. Thoughts of the bodies at the pool passed across her closed eyes as the spray from the detachable shower head pulsed perfectly against her clit. Feeling freedom for the first time in her life, she let out a loud, ecstatic wail when she began to cum. Nowhere in her mind that night were thoughts of tomorrow, and the decision she was goin

Suzie gets offered the vacation of a lifetime; with a catch. By Liminally Spaced, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. Suzie Travino was exhausted. She was on the train heading back home after a grueling first year at architectural design college. The daughter of a driven, Japanese mother and a successful Italian father, and the valedictorian of her high school class, everyone expected Suzie to follow in her father's footsteps and head off to an Ivy League undergrad with an eye on law school following, so it was a bit of a surprise that she decided to go into architectural design.Most surprised, and most displeased, was her father. Suzie's dad had her whole future practically mapped out, and it definitely didn't involve architecture. She was going to go to the same school he did, at a reduced legacy rate, which would save money to put toward law school, where she would succeed wildly, ace the bar, and then take over his practice one day so he could retire. This was not what she wanted, however, and the fact that she went against her father's wishes put that much more stress on her to succeed. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't' nearly as generous with his money as he would have been if she had just done what he wanted. Suzie was tired of doing what other people wanted. Trouble was, she was good at it. She never rocked the boat, and was too concerned about how other people viewed her to ever stand up for herself and assert what she wanted. Going to architecture school was the first thing she had ever done for herself, and it was dangerously close to blowing up in her face. Classes were harder than she ever imagined, and she had been focusing on nothing else for the past eight months. Maybe her dad was right, she thought, maybe she should have just done what he wanted. Maybe if she had, she wouldn't have put on twenty pounds, and wouldn't have nightly stress dreams. Maybe she'd have time for a social life. In high school, Suzie was a social butterfly. She was a people pleaser by nature, so she was easy to get along with, and easy to date, once her father allowed it. No dating till she was 18, he decreed, and Suzie obeyed. Once the time came she got a boyfriend, because that's what you were "supposed to do." She wasn't even sure if she really liked the guy, but her dad did, and he checked a box, so that was enough for her. At least that's what she thought. She was also a perfectionist. Due to her nature, or due to the pushing of her father, Suzie always wanted to be the best at whatever she did, and she applied the same drive that made her high school class valedictorian to all facets of her life, including her love life. Suzie was determined to be the perfect girlfriend, even though she herself was unsure of what she truly wanted romantically. She wasn't even sure she even really liked men. Despite only having one boyfriend, she had a pretty active fantasy life, as her hormones and desires started firing off, and more often than not when enjoying the pleasures of her own company she found herself thinking not about her boyfriend, or any man for that matter, but other girls in her class. Like Chrissy Thomas, the skinny, big-breasted theater girl. Suzie liked Chrissy, and liked her style. Suzie couldn't help but notice that Chrissy definitely dressed to show off her considerable assets while never making it look like she was. Chrissy never showed skin or cleavage, but also never shied away from tight, form fitting tops that accented her flat stomach and huge tits. Something spoke to her about Chrissy's expression-through-repression, and it turned her on immensely. Suzie, like practically everyone in the class, male or female, was desperate to see her bare breasts, but it was the thoughts of sucking them, kissing them, kissing her, that made Suzie wonder about herself. As stated, she wanted to be the perfect girlfriend. She knew being physical was a big part of that, and she was excited to experience it. Sex however, was off the table. She had plans, and was not willing to risk getting pregnant, no matter how many precautions were taken. This wasn't to say that Suzie and her boyfriend never got physical, however. She wanted to keep him happy, but wanted to make sure she didn't come off too slutty, and so as she prepared for dating, she decided that handjobs would be the extent of their sexual experimentation. Maybe not ideal to some, but as mentioned before, Suzie was a perfectionist. The first time Suzie experienced her boyfriend's cock, she was fascinated more than turned on. Both soft and hard at the same time, she liked touching it, and her boyfriend definitely seemed to like when she did so. She knew what the end result was supposed to be, and she had a basic idea of how to get there, but she was taken very much by surprise at how quickly he shot off that first time. She barely got her hand around it when suddenly he moaned and tensed. She saw two spurts of white leap out of his tip, and then her fingers got warm, sticky, and wet as the rest of his load pulsed out over her fingers like a melting ice cream cone. She smiled; if this was all it took to get a guy off, she would have no trouble doing this from time to time. The second time, however, didn't prove to be so simple. It took longer, and she realized she really had no idea what she was doing. She was determined to make sure that didn't happen again, so from then on, for the rest of their senior year-spanning relationship, Suzie practiced, much to her boyfriend's delight. By the time they broke up just before leaving for college, Suzie had gone from shy strokes to confident milking, and she felt confident that she gave the best handjob in her whole class. But she wanted to know for sure. She needed to know for sure. She needed the only person who could tell her for sure: the biggest male slut in the school, Dez Carter. Suzie and Dez didn't exactly travel in the same social circles. Dez was a star running back, Suzie was a star bookworm. But Dez had a reputation, and she was sure he'd be amenable to being part of her experiment. So the final week of classes, Suzie approached Dez and laid it out for him: she needed to test her handjob skills on someone with experience, so she was offering a one time, no strings attached handjob in exchange for an honest review of her abilities. "Just a handjob?" "Just a handjob. That's it." "What's in it for me?" "What?" Suzie said in mild shock, "what do you mean what's in it for you? You get a handjob!" "Why would I want a handjob from you when I could fuck practically any girl I want?" He had a point. She might be giving him an orgasm, but at the end of the day it was he who was doing her a favor. Still, she was confident in her skills, so she went for broke. "Ok, listen. If you let me give you a handjob, and if you can honestly say that it is not, hands-down, the best handjob you've ever gotten,” she took a breath, "I'll let you take my virginity. And you can tell anyone you want about it." A big smile formed on Dez's face. He had always had a bit of a thing for Suzie, if only because she was such a big question mark. Always with the same guy, no stories about her, plus the allure of fucking the smartest girl in the class always made his cock buzz. "I don't think your boyfriend's gonna like that." It was true. She was still with her boyfriend, and part of her felt bad about going behind his back like this, but she also knew it was only a matter of time until they broke up and went their separate ways for college. "He's not going to find out. Because I'm not going to lose." Dez smiled again. This was a no-lose situation for him. Even if she was right, all he had to do was say it wasn't the best, and he was free to be the first one to fuck this fine Asian bookworm. That plus her cockiness made it impossible to say no. That Friday, Suzie found herself in Dez's basement bedroom, wondering if she had gotten in over her head as Dez freed his big, black cock from his pants. She was slightly in awe. It was only the second cock she had ever seen, and it was much bigger than her boyfriend's. It would require every skill she had developed to please. Suzie gulped, stretched her hand, and got to work. Suzie would leave Dez's house with her virginity, and her ego, fully intact. Thinking about it later, given the situation, the heat of the moment, she was surprised she didn't sleep with Dez anyway. He was a good looking, experienced guy, it was sure to have been a good first time, but Suzie wasn't interested in that. Truth be told, she wasn't even that interested in it when it was her boyfriend she was with. He did his best when they fooled around, but he didn't have the same drive to be the best at it that she did. She told herself that's why she found her mind wandering anytime his hands made it between her legs. Why she needed to think of Chrissy Thomas' tits to get wet; why she needed to think of that one night, that one "almost" with the gothic smoke show Tara, to get anywhere even close to cumming. Suzie obviously had considered she might be gay, or at the very least bi, but she pushed that possibility way down, straight out of her mind. Her parents wouldn't accept it, and neither would her life's plan. She was going to meet and marry a successful man and have children with him, and that was that. But still, anytime Suzie had a little too much to drink, her inhibitions started to slip away, and that little "what if?" inside her started to push itself up towards the surface. Suzie didn't want to call her feelings for Tara a crush, but that's absolutely what they were. Tara was the kind of girl who just oozed sexuality, and Suzie just chalked it up to the fact that pretty much everyone, male and female, had naughty thoughts about Tara. But that didn't explain how; at a party one night Suzie found herself alone in a ro

Former fundamentalist begins her ministry to virgin men.By April601. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.In my early 20’s I dated a guy named Terry. He was a nice enough guy, very respectful and polite. He was my age and not the typical bad guy type that for some reason I seemed to attract or was it I was attracted to?I began dating him and soon realized he was on the more serious side. Honestly, I didn’t expect that he could hold my attention for more than a couple of dates.After somewhat of a wild start to my sexual journey I reached a point of self-respect and I had established a few ground rules for myself that I tried to follow. The first rule being that I tried not having sex on the first date! Well, I tried anyway; bless my heart. If I managed to get by that crucial rule, I had made up a few more hypothetical rules.First dates were limited to heavy kissing only.Second dates limited to touching, exploring. I would allow my date to touch my breasts and I would go no further than rubbing his groin thru his pants.Third dates maybe a hand job.Fourth dates possibly a blowjob, andIf we made it the fifth date there were no limits.I thought these were reasonable limits for semi-nice girls, which I considered myself as being. If you haven’t heard how I was still a naive, shelter, fundamentalist virgin when an older married man deflowered me, we’ll need to have that conversation; because it explains a lot of my personal journey and progression toward sexual awareness of myself. It also added to my empathy for others with retarded sexual awareness in adulthood.I remember telling several of my dates these rules but honestly, I don’t ever recall a time when I was able to really stick to them; except with Terry.My first date with Terry ended with us just kissing and making out in his car. It was all pretty tame and controlled overall. He was polite and seemed to respect the limits and restrictions I was trying to follow.Some guys are just terrified of sexual intimacy; and need encouragement and affirmation. Some guys are raised to think that all women view sex as dirty male desires, that women inwardly abhor, and only tolerate in marriage arrangements.After our second date we again began to make out in his car. As things started to heat up with Terry, I reached into his pants to do an assessment of his manhood. I liked what I felt as it appeared to be a good size and worthy of a third date. Never being the patient type, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Yes, I know; I broke my second date rule.As I began to play with my new toy, Terry stopped me and said he had something important to tell me. Really? I’m stroking your cock, and you want to stop and talk? This was a first for me.He sheepishly told me he was a virgin! What! Really! He now had my attention. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. I thought maybe he was playing games to entice me into having sex with him. He was a good-looking guy but a bit on the shy side, so maybe I could see it. I guess I must have overreacted as he immediately went limp. I apologized and that was pretty much the end of the date.I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Is this good or bad? Should I go on a third date or run?The next day I called my friend Jenny. She always had answers. I told her everything and wanted her take on the situation. Not to be mean but we did have a good laugh over it. Jenny had never been with a virgin before either. We both pondered over it and the more we discussed it the more intrigued we both became. We jokingly came up with the term “Virgin Boy.” But his sudden limpness was a result of my failure. He needed me to help him overcome his insecurity, and I’d just magnified it, instead. I owed him a do-over, if he’d even let me have another chance.Jenny pointed out that guys think about sex hundreds of times a day. So if I were his first, he would probably then think of me every day for the rest of his life. Wow what an emotionally powerful thought that was.“Imagine being his very first, the first girl he has sex with. You will always be remembered as ‘The One’,“ she said. “The one he lost his virginity to. You will always be special to him. You will forever be engraved in his memory. Even when he gets married; when he is 40 and is mindlessly daydreaming on his drive to work; when he gets old and reminisces; it will always be you that he thinks of when he thinks of his very first time.”The more we talked about it the more we realized what a great opportunity this was. I think the thought of taking his virginity was turning us both on. By the end of the evening with Jenny, it was decided I would be his first.But we also agreed that it had to be special, not just a quick hump in the car. This was becoming a huge responsibility for me. I had to do it right. It had to be extra special. I felt an obligation to make it special.Jenny was dying to meet Terry so when he called for a third date, I told him my friend Jenny would be joining us. We all met at a bar and Jenny loved him. She gave me her approval but also had a suggestion. “How about for his first time he has a threesome with both of us? How special and memorable would that be!” I had threesomes with Jenny before during vacations, so it wasn’t out of the question. I told her I would have to think about it. I did have concerns, though.A threesome sounded like a great idea but I knew that Terry would end up remembering Jenny and not me. Jenny was a bombshell. She was gorgeous and outgoing. Bigger curves, cute as fuck, guys were drawn to her like a magnet, that’s one of the reasons I loved hanging around with Jenny. She could be overbearing also. Sure, Terry would love to have sex with Jenny but what about me? What about me being “the one”?As the weeks went on, I was doing my best to refrain from sex with Terry. He was cute and nice but really, he wasn’t anything special, he was just too serious for me. But Terry was a virgin, and this made him special to me. Taking his virginity was all I could think of. If he wasn’t a virgin, I’m sure there wouldn’t have been a third date. He was in my head or was it his virginity that was in my head. I was determined to take his virginity.Up until this point I had dated older guys, and I was having sex on a fairly regular basis. With Terry I was not doing well without sex. Terry thought I was the good girl type by not having sex. Yes, I was sweet and innocent looking. But the lack of sex and the erotic thoughts about taking a young man’s virginity were driving me crazy. Self-gratification definitely increased during this waiting period.I finally told Jenny that I wanted Terry for myself. I wanted him to remember me, not ‘Jenny and that other girl’. Besides it was me going without sex all these weeks. I needed his full attention. Jenny seemed a bit disappointed, but she understood.Jenny and I came up with a plan. As both Terry and I still lived at home I suggested a weekend away in Niagara Falls. The honeymoon capital of North America, how appropriate was that?Terry agreed and I was so excited. How could I make this special event even better?Leading up to the weekend, I daydreamed how it all would play out. Would he ejaculate before we even start? Should I tease him or maybe just jump him? What should I wear? It was all I could think of. I was horny as hell in anticipation.I bought a new nightie for the occasion. There really wasn’t much to it. It was short, sheer, and low cut, not much left to the imagination.The day finally came. The long drive to Niagara Falls was filled with sexual tension. We chatted and joked during the drive, but my mind was racing. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was. I don’t think I ever thought about an impending sexual act as much as I did with Terry. I tried to rationalize it, after all we all lose our virginity at one point, but psychologically this had become a big deal for me. Maybe because my virginity was taken from me by a man ten years older than me that was only concerned about his own sexual gratification.Now the shoe was on the other foot. It was my responsibility to make sure Terry’s loss of his virginity was a memorable and wonderful experience. Dam I was so thoughtful.We arrived at our destination and checked into a cheap motel. I will always remember the name “The Rainbow Motel.” Terry was eager to begin and began groping me as soon as we entered the room but I quickly put a stop to it. I had a plan; this was going to be a slow seduction. We unpacked, freshened up, and went to get a bite to eat. No alcohol for either of us, I wanted him to remember this special night.Once we got back to the room, we sat on the edge of the bed and started kissing. As things began to heat up I told him to get naked and in bed. I went into the bathroom to slip into my nightie. I slowly walked out of the bathroom and around the bed to make sure he got a good look.I dimmed the lights but kept it the room bright enough so that he could see everything that was about to happen to him.I could see his arousal as the bed sheet was poking up like a tent. I slowly and sensually touched him as I stood over him. I told him he wasn’t allowed to touch me. The lingerie I was wearing was totally sheer, so I wasn’t hiding anything.I slowly pulled back the sheets and crawled into bed with him. His cock was standing to full attention as he lay there. I could see he trimmed his hairs for the occasion. How sweet.I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand. I squeezed it tight as I stared at it. I could feel the pulsating blood as it gushed through his veins. I felt a sense of power as his virgin cock throbbed in my tight grasp. After many weeks of planning and anticipation the time had finally come. His virginity was in my hand. No pun intended.I slowly began stroking him. I was very conscious of the possibility of him pre-ejaculating to my touch. I proceeded with caution. I didn’t want to over stimulate him. As I stoked him, I could hear his breathing picking up.

Young virgin college grad’s blind date with an Amazon Goddess. By Bernard Marx – Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Jude was five-six, slim, and had a boyish face that could be better described as pretty than handsome. He compensates by trying to grow a beard. Lyndsey was blonde, beautiful, and built. She was six foot two in heels. Her tits hung like ripe melons. Her juicy thighs and bubble-butt rounded out a form that could silence a room just by walking in. The two of them were all too happy to make their friends uncomfortable with impromptu make out sessions or keep their neighbors up every night with pleasurable moans from their residence. How they met..They were truly the most passionate couple you’d ever seen, if not an unusual one to look at. It’s amazing to think that their relationship started off with a prank. At first Jude had been surprised at his friend, Jason, and his generosity that night. Setting up blind dates wasn’t normally the kind of thing Jason did. Jason explained that Jude deserved a break after graduating college without having scored even one girl’s phone number all four years. Jude showered, shaved, put on his best - and only - suit, and went to the restaurant. The fears that he would be meeting some dumpy chess club girl immediately disappeared when he saw the angel already seated & waiting for him at the table. Her full crimson lips that begged to be kissed, big blue eyes, hair like gold silk, and generous rack stretching out the body-hugging magenta knit dress. “Are you Jude?” Lyndsey asked with a pleasant smile. He gulped. “Yeah.” “I’m Lyndsey, nice to meet you.” She thought Jude was charming and sweet; he thought Lyndsey was enchanting and funny. Jude couldn’t believe how lucky he was. But he was incredibly nervous, at the same time. About twenty minutes into the date, through appetizers and drinks; Lyndsey said “Let me go powder my nose.” When she stood up to her full, majestic height, Jude took in her towering statuesque presence. He suddenly felt like he was in an ancient Greek temple. She smiled and walked toward the back restrooms. A man sitting at the nearest table, glanced at her as she walked past him, then locked eyes with Jude and started chuckling. Jude had been the recipient of short jokes for years, but this stranger’s laughter was an insult. Jude snorted, then pulled out his phone and texted Jason: Haw! Haw! Real funny, dickhead. Jason’s response was three laughing-face emojis with three eggplants. Jude thought about walking out then and there, but that would’ve been rude to Lyndsey. She’s been very pleasant company up til now. It would be better to just ride the date out, then text her tomorrow with some vague excuse about he’s too busy to date right now. Rejection is a hideous tormentor. And Jude’s fear of rejection often pushed him to do the rejecting, even when his fears were unfounded. Lyndsey came back right as the waiter set their plates down in front of them. “Don’t you just love it when you come back from the rest room and your food is waiting for you?” She asked as she sat down. “Um, ah yeah, it’s great.” He poked at his salmon. Lyndsey started twirling fettuccini around her fork, an awkward playful smile on her face. “I bet you were surprised at how tall I was, huh?” “What? Oh, no. I mean … you’re not that tall.” “Please don’t. I’m the same height as both my brothers.” She chuckled. “I’m not self-conscious about it, at least not anymore. High school days were rough, though.” She ate a forkful of pasta. “I know what that’s like” Jude replied.  “I’m surprised you didn’t run off when you saw how short I was.” Lyndsey looked Jude in the eye and with a reassuring gentle tone, said; “To tell you the truth, I’m not one of those girls who obsesses about guys’ heights, I’d be a hypocrite if I did.” She added a smile and a wink. Jude smiled at that. “Jason is such a dick, he thought he was being so funny, setting us up.” “Listen,” Jude said. ”I wouldn’t be insulted if you wanted to end this right now.” “Nah, you’re cool” Lyndsey said with a smile & a raised eyebrow. Things only got better from there. They laughed and talked while they ate, finishing a whole bottle of wine. When Lyndsey invited Jude to follow her back to her place, he was too buzzed and too enamored to say no. As they entered her condo, she showed him to the couch and sat next to him. “It’s been ages since I invited a guy back here,” she purred, stroking Jude’s thigh. “Uh huh.” His cock was getting hard. “Me too. I mean - ” Giggling and giddy, she injected, “I know what you mean.” She smelled like flowers. “You’re beautiful.” Jude said, in a most worshipful expression. “Thank you, Jude.” She placed both her hands on his cheeks and gently pulled him in for a kiss. Her lips were so soft. He let her tongue creep into his mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled back. “Something wrong?” she asked. “I need to tell you something, Lyndsey.” “What?” “I’m …” He took a deep breath. “I’m … a virgin.” Lyndsey smiled in a most appreciative way. She gently stroked his cheek. "That’s fine.” “Really? You still want to be with me?” Jude smiled in obvious relief. Now his dick was hard as a diamond. “Of course, I think it’s sweet. Something special saved just for me! I’ve always wanted to be someone’s first.” She gracefully stood up and kicked off her heels with purpose. Turning to look down to him, she added; “I’m going to make this a very special night for you.” She reached behind her back and unhooked her dress, then lowered her dress down around her shoulders. Carefully pulling each arm out of the sleeves; she lowered the fabric down to reveal her luscious melons. They looked even bigger naked: plump, round, and rocking pendulously. Jude reached up for them, but his arms were too short, and she was too tall. Lyndsey bent down, grabbed Jude’s hands, and placed them on her breasts; he squeezed & massaged them. They were so soft and warm. “Do you love them?” she asked. “Oh, oh God, yes.” He stammered, struggling to contain her copious flesh in his delicate hands; precum started to ooze from the tip of his dick, still tucked in his pants. “They’re all yours, tonight.” Here was this towering example of feminine perfection offering herself to him, it almost didn’t seem real. She let him fondle her for another minute before turning around and sliding off the lower half of her dress to reveal her pale, voluptuous ass. It was like twin moons in front of Jude’s face, and he felt like he was going to turn into a werewolf. She ripped off her thong, then slapped her right cheek. “I love my ass.” She said, then bent over to twerk. Jude’s face grew hot, his dick felt like it was close to bursting out of his pants as he watched Lyndsey’s pale ‘badonkadonk’ ass quivering in front of him. She turned around again to face her seated date, then pulled Jude up by his collar to stand facing her tits, and said, “You ready?” He nodded resolutely. After throwing off his jacket, he tried to unbutton his shirt, but his fingers kept slipping. Lyndsey softly touched his hand. “It’s alright, I got this.” She carefully undid each button, then slid his shirt off, smiling and giving him warm eye contact the whole time. Jude wasn’t just about to lose his virginity; he was going to give his body to a beautiful angel who actually cared about him. But it was when she unbuckled his belt that he suddenly became nervous. “Uh, Wait, Jack said, nervously. “I need to tell you -” “It’s alright,” she unzipped his pants, and they fell to the floor. “I don’t really care about”. She slid down his underwear and gasped - “Size. Oh my gawd!” she screamed in giddy delight. She reverently caressed his organ. “It’s like a zucchini. A prized produce at the county fair!” Jude winced. He felt like he could cum any second, so she let go and just knelt there, admiring his full package. She touched his balls. "These feel swollen. When was the last time you jerked off?” “Never.” He winced again. “When I was fourteen, my mom walked in on me. She went on for days, telling me how filthy I was. Shaming me into a state of severe self-loathing that I’m finally just getting past. I’ve been afraid to touch myself ever since.” “Oh, you poor thing, you don’t understand pleasure.” She took his shaft in both hands and gave it a light squeeze. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna properly milk this king cobra for you.” Lyndsey eased Jude back sitting the couch. Then positioned herself straddling, facing him, and slid her sopping wet pussy down onto Jude’s enormous pole. Both of them shuddered. Her warm, moist sex around his manhood was the greatest sensation he had ever felt. He had to summon all his willpower to stop himself from cumming then and there. “That feels so good,” Jude whispered. “It’s about to feel even better.” She started to slowly descend, fully taking his length inside her, then she began to grind side to side, rubbing her clit across his pubic bone. He wrapped his arms around her waist. The feeling of finally having a woman’s skin against his body was good enough to make a tear roll down his cheek. Lyndsey engulfed Jude’s face in her deep cleavage as she started to buck, undulating her hips back and forth with practiced rhythm. Jude slid his hands around to her ass cheeks, squeezing them like a man holding on for the ride of his life. “Smack my ass, baby,” Lyndsey moaned. Jude gave her cheeks a gingerly tap. “Uh, I said smack it,” she ordered. “I can take it.” An animal was revealing itself as the Amazonian woman sought her sexual release. He raised his hands as high as he could and delivered two thunderous cracks to his lover’s luscious ass-cheeks. “Yeah, That’s more like it, baby.” She assured him. Their bodies were steaming-hot against each other. Pussy-juice dripped down Jude’s cock. Red patches bloomed on Lyndsey’s body as her panting grew more intense & her body overheated. Jude had been trying to hold his orgasm, to savor the feeling of being rigidly and fully connect

Mom explores new wild side, first date, years after divorce. By Eva_Adams  - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. University  The pale vanilla thickly painted cinder block walls that framed a small high window above the twin bed reminded me of the inside of a prison, but to my son his new dorm room was freedom – at last. I almost didn’t even get the brief glimpse of where he would be living for the next year. At first, he insisted he could carry up his boxes and suitcases himself, as he didn’t want to introduce his new roommate to his newly single, middle-aged mom. I even promised not to dance or sing while there, but maybe it was the fact that I mentioned those possibilities for ultimate peer embarrassment that got me dismissed shortly after the luggage entered the room.My son was about to test out his suburban survival skills, and at 18 he was ready. Somehow, amid or maybe because of my many mistakes, he had turned out well. There was nothing else to say that I hadn’t told him already that he would be willing to hear. So I gave him a discreet hug in the stairwell with no other students around. “I love you, honey.” “Love you too, mom.” And he jogged back up the stairs to his new life, while I retreated back to the car and the four-hour drive home. With the green blur of trees in my peripheral vision and nothing but an endless, straight two way freeway ahead for the next 80 miles, I turned up the end of Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation,” just before it segued into the next hit on my 80s dance music playlist. I remembered dancing in the bathroom to Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” while putting on too much eyeliner ahead of a college party with my best friend Wendy back when we were virgins. But truth be told, I managed to stay one all through college too. Wendy and I were on the phone last month as she celebrated her 48th birthday, wondering why we tried so hard to be perfect, rather than having more fun when we were in our 20s. She was always prettier than me – at least guys thought so – with her highlighted shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones. So experiencing the inevitable part of aging of becoming invisible in public was hitting her harder than me. Her blonde highlighted hair was about 5 inches shorter than college and she still had her high cheekbones etched with the outer edges of wrinkles near her eyes. Like me, Wendy had probably only gained about 5 pounds since college, but unlike me, it looked to be mostly muscle from her part time job as a yoga instructor. If she had cellulite, I had yet to see it. But like most women, Wendy could be her own worst critic even while protesting the unfairness that women are so judged by their looks. She said, “I was in the customer service line in Home Depot last week, but the clerk came around the desk to show some gal in a short tennis dress to the hardware aisle for the right size wood screws for her project. Hello – it’s not as if I wasn’t already standing there. Am I invisible?” “Maybe you need to wear a short sports dress for errands. You could still carry it off,” I said. “Yoga dresses are in style now.” “That’s not the point, it’s about fairness,” Wendy said. “Hey we got that attention when we were her age and didn’t complain,” I said. “Yeah, we made quite a pair. But unfortunately we didn’t do anything with it! Not really,” she said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “We were too good, too uptight, always trying to do the right thing, stupidly trying to have morals,” she said. “Don’t you ever think about it and wonder why?” “Yeah, if I had known I would marry my college boyfriend three years after graduation only to get dumped as our kids reached whatever age he considered viable so he could leave to fuck a zillion others. Yes, I would have said a yes a few times instead of no to any number of other guys in college,” I said. “We followed the rules. But for what?” she asked. “For the nice, appropriate boys who deemed us marriage material,” I said. “But what was the alternative? ” “Rob Winslow.” “You always did fall for bad boys.” “Yeah,” she sighed, nodding unseen against the phone. “He was gorgeous, but there was not enough penicillin on the planet to make me want to really find out how he managed to have a different voluptuous babe every night of the week.” “Well you ended up well – or at least you’re not divorced.” “True,” she said, but quickly changed the subject to our kids, and we spent the rest of our call rattling on about this and that. But that call stuck with me. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Ever since then, I began to notice not getting noticed. In stores, restaurants and the occasional music venue, I was 48 and invisible. Maybe Wendy was right. Maybe we should have been less careful and more care free in our youth if this was where we were headed. I starting thinking, “So what is stopping me now?” Was it maybe the disbelief that a guy would not care about stretch marks he had no role in creating, or the extra five pounds? And what about my butt? It still felt round and muscular, but the wrong light highlighted the cellulite that no amount of dieting seemed to fix. I didn’t mind some wrinkles like the happy ones around my eyes, but not the ones around my chin. Those wrinkled just showed I gritted my teeth at night, the tension of getting through the last several years revealing itself. Maybe I needed botox. My next insecure thought was my house. I had moved to a smaller home, a townhome, after the divorce and I had not even invited anyone over for dinner yet. The thought of having some unknown new person in my home was daunting let alone my bathroom. I’d need to store sex toys elsewhere for starters. I had too many of those really. I guess I kept thinking that with the right one I wouldn’t need to actually go on a date. But so far it hadn’t worked. I was also hesitant about going from a 24-year marriage into some new serious relationship. I had needs, yet no experience with casual sex. It’s one thing to jump into the deep end with casual affairs at 21, but how does one even do that at my age? It would take courage to be naked with someone now. Courage I wasn’t sure I had. What was it Anais Nin said? “Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” Hell, I was living it – at least the shrunk part. My days were measured in coffee packets, dish detergent pods, and Netflix episodes at a rate of one each per day at the same time every day. I left the house mostly for the grocery store, and my most regular social interaction was taking my dog to a park with several neighbor dogs. The pup had a more active social life than I did. Seeing that quote always resonated with me. It was like seeing a “you are here” dot on a map at the mall. However, as my thoughts wandered during the drive, I remembered one of her lesser-known quotes. It was that Nin quote that awakened the motivation to move from that safe dot on a map of my small world to where I wanted to go. When I got home, I found the card with the Anais Nin quote a friend had given me years ago and taped it at eye level by the bathroom mirror. “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” I resolved to blossom. Home, 4 September 2021 My son was no doubt enjoying his freedom from parents and I was ready to enjoy my freedom from day-to-day parenting. I had had a few dinner dates with two different acquaintances over the past year, but nothing further. What could I really do? No teenager likes to think of his mom out on a date let alone meet the guy in the kitchen. Bringing the date home would have been too much. I spent my first kid-free week cleaning out closets, donating things I no longer needed and scrubbing everything, marveling at how the floors and kitchen stayed clean with just me. But with nothing else to clean, and my house ready for anything, it was time to either leave it, or invite someone over. I chose the latter. I had kissed Don goodnight in his truck after our second dinner date a few months ago. It was brief but nice. Was I turned on? I was too nervous to fully connect like that. But it felt pleasant enough – and I liked that he hit the right range for the occasion and my mood. His lips felt soft and open against mine with slight but not crushing pressure. His tongue entered my mouth without invading it. His withdrawal left me wanting a bit more, looking forward to more even as he came around the side to open my door so I could teeter in heels I was unaccustomed to wearing to my porch. But then it was summer. Between work, family visits and our respective vacations, we had exchanged just a few texts in the past few months. So, I texted him, and offered to cook dinner. “You what?” Wendy asked. “I told him to come to my place and I’d cook.” “You know what that means!” Wendy said, her voice one level below shouting. “That I’ll probably make something basic like meat and potatoes. I don’t really know what he likes beyond what he ordered at that Italian restaurant, and I don’t remember what he ordered on our first date.” “No! You just offered yourself on a platter.” “Actually I had planned to serve dinner on the deck.” “I’m serious,” Wendy hissed, cupping her hand around the phone, but lowering her voice. “Didn’t you see that episode of ‘Coupling’?” “I’m not remembering.” “Saying ‘I’ll cook’ means come over and sleep with me, and I’ll cater.” “I doubt some guy will think that. It’s just our third date.” “Exactly! How long since you’ve been on a date?” “So things have changed over the past 20 years? And how would you know?” “First, women at the yoga studio talk. I hear a lot. Actually maybe dating hasn’t changed much – but you were unrealistic about expectations 20 years ago too.” “Well I’m not worried about what he thinks. Actually, I hope he does think that.” “This doesn’t sound like you. What are you thinking?” “I’ve thought about what we talked about last month – that invisibility is growing by the day

Reconnecting with an Ex starts an interesting journey. by LoveThighHigh. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.   I am going to share with you the story of my sexual discovery. I don’t know how many parts there will be, as every time my mind drifts through my memories, there seems to be endless moments that seem important and have left an indelible mark on my sexual journey, but I will try and be brief.First, let me introduce myself. My name is Mark, and I live in a large bustling city. I had a pretty normal childhood and was pretty popular at my school. I have a lean muscular physique, black hair and green eyes, and was pretty successful with the girls, with a string of short relationships as I played the field. Out of all the girlfriends, there was one I regretted breaking up with. Her name was Cassie, and she was a firecracker, a beautiful 5'8" bombshell with dark auburn hair, blue eyes, and a tight naturally athletic body. She is important to this story because when I moved to the other side of town to attend university we reconnected by pure chance. I was looking for an apartment to move into and going to lots of places, only to be turned away because someone else got in first. I was starting to despair, as I really didn’t want to live at home and face a two-hour bus trip. It was late, the day before my lectures started, and it was a miserable night as a storm rolled in from the coast. I checked my phone before I headed home when I saw a post that was advertising for a roommate just minutes ago. The location was just a couple of blocks away, so I raced there. When I arrived, it was a five-story building in an old architectural gothic style. I eagerly smashed the elevator button and waited…and waited, but it never came down. An older couple came inside and let me know that the elevator was out of order. I raced up the stairs to the top story and when I got to the door, a couple were just leaving and talking to a pretty blonde girl. They were passing on their contact details and the blonde girl was saying that she would call them, and it was looking like they were already at the top of the list. Also, there was another guy standing alone, waiting for his turn to be shown around the apartment. Behind him was another couple who were running through a strategy to win the apartment. Then, there was me, and I was tempted to turn around and walk away. Maybe it was my desperation or the pretty blonde, but I decided to wait as the others took their turn to be shown around and answer any questions. By the time it was my turn, there were another three people queuing up behind me for their turn. I swallowed as the blonde again saw off the couple with another cheery promise to be in touch. She then turned to me as I stepped forward with my hand out, we shook hands and introduced ourselves. Her name was Tayla, and she was 5'4", and had a nice pair of tits with nipples that just left a bump poking against her tight cotton T-shirt. Her body was petite, and as she led me inside, her butt was firm with great definition and the lower butt cheeks were just visible where her jean shorts were cut off. I entertained the idea of getting her number whether I got the apartment or not. Then I walked into the apartment lounge room, and standing there was Cassie. She was the second roommate and they were looking to fill the third bedroom so everyone’s rent was lower; a blessing for three students with part-time jobs. She was even more beautiful than I remembered and had wisps of bright red dye through her hair that made her blue eyes glow. We immediately hit it off, and just like that, I was their new roommate. We spent a lot of time together over the first few weeks of the semester as we quickly got up to speed in all of our papers. Cassie was as amazing as I remembered. She was pretty high energy and spontaneous, and so, so sexy. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend, but I could sense an underlying sexual tension with both Cassie and Tayla. Tayla was much more reserved than Cassie, but she started to come out of her shell and become a bit more flirtatious. Rather than get jealous of each other as they vied for my attention, they seemed to egg each other on with suggestive conversation that was slowly becoming more sexual in nature. Then, Cassie broke up with her boyfriend. She was upset and crying with Tayla and I trying to reassure her broken ego. We rallied around her and supported her by having a boozy night out where we all got totally wasted on drugs and alcohol. Just as we rolled into the apartment at about 3am, Cassie unsteadily checked her phone to see that her ex-boyfriend had posted pictures on social media of him being affectionate with another girl at a party, and there were ample shots of them making out. Cassie was angry at him for moving on so quickly, but rather than dwell on it, she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into her room. She threw herself at me and we were making out for what seemed an eternity. Cassie pushed me down onto the bed with a lustful look on her face as she bit her lower lip. Throwing her phone onto the pillows, she declared that she was ready to move on as her hands went straight to my zipper and freed my hard cock. It bounced to attention, with MDMA coursing through me, it stood the likelihood of lasting all night. She took it into her mouth and sucked, licked and spat all over my now deeply engorged manhood. She then stood up and unzipped her dress, leaving it to fall away to the floor. I was surprised to see she was not wearing any underwear, so I let my eyes drink in her beauty. She told me that she was going to fuck me, but that we were still just friends, and that she was going to get back at her ex. I was totally fine with that. She crawled onto the bed, positioned just above me. Cassie’s breasts dragged along my thighs, then my cock slipped between them as she kissed her way up my torso, until she brought her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Her pussy was now pressing my cock against my belly and she ground her wetness up and down the length, just stopping short of the point where her pussy rode high enough to free my cock and have it bounce back to the right height to slip into her pussy. She was so slippery, and I could feel it dripping over my cock as we made out, and it was getting harder and faster as her clit was pushed hard against my cock head. She came hard as she quivered, screamed and slumped her body down onto mine. She stayed there for a while as her body shuddered as her orgasm slowly subsided. Cassie then started to kiss her way back down my body until she took my cock back into her mouth. She was not as rushed as she was before, so she took her time bringing me to the edge with a sloppy blowjob and a firm fist pushing down my shaft, pulling the skin tight over my cock. Just as I could feel my own orgasm building she pulled away and rolled onto her back beside me. She loved the missionary position, I remembered from when we used to date. I stood up from the bed to look upon her. I was taken aback by Cassie’s beauty, her dark auburn hair with red streaks was fanned out above her on the bed, her blue eyes were intent on looking at me up and down. She said how she missed my cock as she pulled her knees upward to her breasts and then spread them outwards, fully exposing her soaked pussy. One hand held a knee as the other slipped down to her pussy and used two fingers to part her labia to reveal a sweet pink quim. I knelt down on the bed, and rubbed my cock up and down her slit until she begged me to fuck her. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, she knew that that look drove me crazy. Just as I was about to enter Cassie, she surprised me by grabbing her phone. I couldn’t believe that she could do that, until she grabbed my dick with her other hand and said she wanted to film herself having sex. She quickly started the recording and directed the camera towards her pussy. Her hand then guided me into her pussy, and from that point onwards I didn’t care about the camera as I pushed deep into Cassie’s beautiful pussy. I then built a slow, hard rhythm that made her tits jiggle and her face flush as she was again consumed with lust. We fucked like that for ages, until Cassie again came, convulsing beneath me. This raw sexual response was all it took to send me over the edge. As I said that I was going to cum, Cassie brought the phone up to look down between us. I straightened up to give the camera a good view of my cock slipping out of her pussy, and then spurting my cum over her body. My orgasm seemed to last forever as my sperm flew up splattering her throat with my first jet. The second and third spurt landed squarely on her tits, coating them in creamy juice. Then the last several throbs soaked her taut belly and her mons pubis. She recorded it all, and then filmed herself scraping cum from her tummy and bringing her fingers to her mouth to seductively clean them. She then sat up and was intent on her phone for a few seconds. She smiled and said her ex would enjoy that as she lay back to relax in the after glow. I slumped down beside her and we laughed. I propped myself up onto my elbow and looked at her cum covered body. The thick cum was slowly sliding down from her nipples into the gap between her breasts, and down the outside towards her armpits. Her belly cum was pooling in her belly button and also slipping to her hips. The cum on her mons was sliding down her pussy. I loved the look of cum on a womans body, it was making me hard again. She then handed me her phone and told me to record part two. I started the recording as she swung her leg over me to mount me in the cowboy position. She hovered her pussy over my manhood, and slowly lowered herself downwards. I filmed her pussy parting to take in my cock, and her wild thrusts as she quickly built towards another orgasm. I spent an equal amount of time filming her pussy riding my dick, and her upper body gyrating

Family Reactions: Heartbreak and rejection draws Tim & Beth closer to each other.By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. We drove the few minutes to Beth's house, and Beth used her key in the door. "Hi, Mom, we're back."Her mother appeared from the kitchen. "Oh, hi, Tim."Beth glanced at me, then held out her hand to her mother. "Look, Mom, Tim and I got engaged."I watched, my anticipation suddenly turning sour in my stomach as her mother's face changed, her expression twisting. "Really? At your age?"She turned to me. "Don't think I don't know what you two have been doing up there, and I'm sure on this holiday of yours. I can tell when you wash the sheets, you know."Beth flinched as her mother continued. "Engaged, I don't think so. You've got her pregnant, haven't you, don't even know enough to be careful, and you think bringing her back here with some cheap trinket on her finger will make it right. Well, you can forget it."She turned back to Beth. "You can do what you like when you're out of this house, how are you going to get on at university with a brat, but while you're still here I don't want to see him."Beth's face was as white as it had been in the car, but she took a deep breath. "No. Nothing is like you've said. Tim's not like that, and, “ her face screwed up, tears forcing past her eyelids, "it hurts so much that that's what you think of me."She looked her mother straight in the eyes. "Either Tim's welcome here, or I'm not."Her mother's tone was uncompromising. "Go with him, then, I don't care."Beth was shaking as she turned to me. "Tim?""I'll work something out," I promised. "Do you need to fetch anything?"She shook her head. "I already have everything important."Beth turned back to her mother. "Call me if you change your mind. But you won't, will you, I know that from Grandad."Her mother's face showed unmasked rage. "You, he, “I took Beth's arm, and she turned her back on her mother, walking out of the front door. I pulled it closed, careful not to slam it, and guided Beth to the car, helping her with her seatbelt. I started the engine, driving just far enough to be out of sight of the house, and stopped the car.Beth came into my outstretched arms, sobbing uncontrollably, her tears soaking through my shirt. "I, oh god, Tim,”She broke down again, and I stroked her hair. Finally she looked up, face tear-streaked, eyes red. "Thanks for looking after me.""Let's get going," I encouraged her. A few minutes later I pulled up outside my parents' house, and Beth held my hand tightly as we walked up the path. Mom opened the door, looking at Beth with a concerned expression. "Are you two Okay?""I'll explain later, Mom," I offered. "But would you mind making up the spare room for Beth?""That's no problem."We went through to the kitchen, and Mom busied herself finding a pan, milk. "Whenever Tim had something bothering him, hot chocolate would always cheer him up a bit."She set steaming mugs in front of us and Beth sipped gratefully. "Where's Dad?" I queried."In the garden as usual, I'll get him."She returned with my father, and he sat down at the table without comment. Beth gave me an anxious look, then forced a smile. "Look, Tim and I got engaged while we were away.""Oh, that's wonderful," Mom exclaimed. "Let me look."She enthused over the ring, "I love the style, such a classic, “ while my father gave me an uncharacteristically warm hug. "Well done, no point in hanging about when you're sure."Beth seemed to relax. "I'm sorry to impose on you, it'll only be for a little while before Tim and I go away."My mother shook her head. "Whatever's happened, it'll be lovely to have you both until then."She turned to my father. "I'll make the bed up, can you make a start on dinner? I think these two would enjoy sausage toad, plenty of gravy.""I'll get our stuff from the car," I offered. "Then I can do the washing."The rest of the day was filled with mundane tasks like laundry and cooking, "Come and tell me what you think of the roses, Beth," Mom invited, and finally Beth suppressed a yawn. "Sorry,”"It's fine," Mom reassured. "Why don't you two go up? You don't have to get up for anything in the morning, do you, I'll make breakfast for you whenever you're ready."She glanced at me, and again at Beth's ring. "And if we happen to hear footsteps crossing the landing to the spare room, well, that's not really any of our business, is it," she smiled.House HuntingBeth was more herself the next morning, and I grinned at her as she pulled on her bunny rabbit flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt to go down for breakfast. "I think I smell bacon."Mom smiled as we sat down at the kitchen table, sliding heaped plates in front of us. "What do you think you might do today?"I glanced at Beth. "I think we have some things to talk about, don't we, love. Maybe we could sit in the summer house, on the back slope?""Of course," nodded Mom. "We'll leave you to it, you can come back across when you need anything."We made short work of our breakfast & went through the garden path, then over the slope, to the summer house.I pushed open the door, the sun spilling inside onto the old swing seat Dad had put there. "Oh, I love these," Beth enthused, sitting down and swinging her legs.I sat beside her, looking across at the tall hedge, mingled with climbing flowers, that hid this house from view. "So, where shall we start?"Beth took a deep breath. "Well, maybe we should think about what to do with Grandad's money. I know the wedding will cost a bit, but we should probably think of something more permanent first?"I silently blessed my sensible fiancée. "Exactly."I looked across at the house again. "There's one thing I thought of straight away. Instead of spending money on hall fees or rent that we'll never see again, why don't we just buy somewhere to live?"Beth's eyes widened. "You mean, “She leaned closer to me, pillowing her head on my shoulder. "That would be beyond amazing."She grinned. "Maybe we could even stretch to that hot tub."I picked up her iPad. "Why don't we take a look what sort of thing is available down there?"Beth chuckled. "Slow down a bit. What kind of place would you like? We might find we have quite different ideas."I mused. "If I could have anything at all, I've always imagined somewhere big, old but really well looked after, lots of rooms, high ceilings. Definitely an attic, I've always wanted a room with one of those windows that looks out over the roof."Beth blinked in surprise. "That's so weird. That's exactly the sort of house I always wished I lived in."She chuckled again. "Probably comes from reading so much Enid Blyton."I let her take the tablet from my fingers. "Right – real estate agents."She tapped in a search, scrolling down the list. "This one sounds posh, probably they have bigger houses, maybe out of town a little."She clicked on a link, and I leaned closer to look. "Hmm. That one's too modern. And this one with the stables, we weren't thinking of horses, were we."Suddenly Beth pointed at the next image, with a 'Just listed' logo. "Tim?"I read the description. "Large period house, own grounds. Recently refurbished in keeping with the original character." It’s just a few minutes from town.Beth clicked through the photographs. "Look, there's the attic, and it has real chimneys, I love open fires."She scribbled in her notebook, and passed it over. "Tim, do you want to give them a call? I'd rather you did it."I pulled out my phone, taking a deep breath and tapping at the screen, dialing. The number rang twice, then I heard a pleasant female voice. "Farquarson's, how can I help?""Ah, my name's Tim Oakes," I did my best to keep my voice steady. "My fiancée and I have seen a property on your web site, “ I gave the reference number, "and we're very interested."I heard her riffle through papers. "Ah, yes. It's literally gone on the market this morning, we've not arranged any viewings yet."I flashed my eyebrows at Beth. "Could we see it?""Of course," I heard at the other end of the line. "It's vacant, sadly the previous owner passed away, so I could arrange to meet you today, perhaps five?""That would be wonderful.""Done, then." I heard a brief hesitation at the other end. "Have you already made your financial arrangements, may I ask?"I squeezed Beth's hand as I replied. "Actually this would be a cash purchase."A pause, then, "Of course, sir. That makes things much more straightforward if you decide to proceed. Til this afternoon, then."I ended the call, and I couldn't help my broad grin, which Beth echoed. "It might be the only time in our lives we ever get to say that," I chuckled, "but damn, that felt good."She nodded. "How long will it take us to get there, do you think?""Only a couple of hours on the new toll road," I reassured her."Lunch on the way? There's a really good truck stop on the toll road."An hour or so later we were in the car, Beth looking at the map. "It looks like the house has woods behind it," she said.We passed the toll plaza on the other side of the motorway, and I glanced at Beth. "The truck stop will be soon.""Goody, I'm definitely starting to feel like something to eat."I pulled off the motorway, and we walked hand in hand through the food court. "I fancy fried chicken for a change," Beth pointed.I ordered for us, then carried the tray over to a table. "Um," said Beth, picking up a chicken wing and nibbling. "I love this coating."She finished her piece and licked her fingers. "Put the straw in my milkshake for me?"I put the tall cup in front of her and she sipped, signaling her thanks with her eyebrows. "Mind you don't suck too quickly and get brain freeze," I teased her.We finished our lunch, and I waited while Beth went to the loo. "Okay?""Um Hmm."We set off again, picking our way through the motorway interchanges and onto the new road which struck out cross-country in an easterly direc

 Francesca’s Garden of PleasuresBy neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I woke to a feeling of bliss, still flanked by two beautiful women, one of them my beloved Beth. She smiled as she always did when we woke together. "Hi.""Hi yourself."I felt Francesca stirring. "Buongiorno" she wished us as she stretched luxuriantly.She sat up, and as always I couldn't help my eyes being drawn to her breasts. "Such a lovely day," she observed as the sunlight slanted in through the gap in the curtains.Beth nodded. "Perhaps we could all go out somewhere?"Francesca thought for a moment. "I know a place."She got out of bed, starting to dress, and Beth reached to touch her arm. "You don't need to go."Francesca smiled. "I think you two lovers need a little time to yourselves, maybe? I will go back to my room, take shower, I see you at breakfast."She deftly tied the fastening of her dress in place, and she was gone, closing the door behind her.Beth turned over, and I wrapped my arms around her. "She's very considerate."Beth nodded, a grin slowly spreading across her face. "Wow, last night really worked, didn't it."My expression was thoughtful, even a little puzzled. "We didn't quite stick to the plan, did we?"Beth smirked. "You men and your plans. What do you mean?""Well, I don't think there was any time when she and I were both giving attention to your breasts."Beth acknowledged my point. "Something still to look forward to, then."I hesitated. "And the way I was in her, you and I haven't done exactly that, have we. I'm sorry."Beth looked surprised, putting her hand on mine. "You were worried about that? Don't be silly. Anyway, I prefer to see your face, usually. Not that we shouldn't try it sometime."She smiled. "Anything else?"It was my turn to show surprise. "Well, um, you and she didn't, you know, there,”Beth's response was a shiver of anticipation. "Now that, I definitely hope we put right today."She took a deep breath. "Right, time for a shower so we can get going straight after breakfast. I wonder where Francesca has in mind, ?"When we walked into the dining room, Francesca was already at the table we'd shared the previous morning. "The girl will bring your usual breakfast," she grinned.She'd changed into a summer dress, still elegant but more suitable for a casual day out, and her dark hair was caught into a neat ponytail. "Any clues on where we're going?" I hinted."It is very close, but also private," came her enigmatic response.When we'd finished eating, Francesca bent down to pick up a blanket she'd kept under her chair, incidentally giving me a clear view down her cleavage, confirming that as yesterday she hadn't felt a bra was necessary to her outfit. "Follow me."She led us into the hotel's back garden, the grass neatly trimmed but the shrubs and bushes less and less well-tended as we moved further in. Finally we reached a high brick wall almost entirely concealed by overgrowth, and Francesca carefully stepped forward, pulling the ivy aside to reveal a wooden door, its iron latch showing signs of rust but still solid.She pushed the door open with some effort, and turned to us. "Please, enter."Beth stepped through first, and I followed. "Wow,”We were in a walled garden, trees and shrubs wildly overgrown, but with an inviting mossy lawn in the center. Francesca eased the door closed, brushing dust off her fingers, and smiled. "A wonderful place, no?"She walked to the center of the grass and spread out the blanket, sitting down and patting the space beside her in an obvious invitation. Beth walked over, kneeling, and I laid down in the space she'd left, my hands behind my head. "Um, it's idyllic."Beth looked around thoughtfully. "I'm sure the medieval writers used an enclosed garden as a symbol of a woman's body,”Francesca blinked. "You also read old books?"I chuckled. "Oh, you wouldn't believe it. That's why we've had so many holidays in this town, after all.""Of course we've both read quite a lot of Dante," Beth remembered.Francesca smiled. "There was a man who knew what it was to love. But also to lose."She looked sad, a little lost. "Tomorrow I must fly home,”I reached a hand out to hers. "We'll make sure we don't lose touch. And, all the more reason to make the most of the time we have."I leaned across, kissing Francesca softly on the lips. "That's by way of a promise."She placed her hand flat on my chest, and even this innocuous contact sent a thrill through my body. "Francesca, you've made my nipples tingle," I confessed.She glanced at Beth, who was grinning. "In that case, we must do something about it."Francesca started to undo my shirt buttons, and Beth joined her. As soon as one nipple was exposed to view, Beth dabbed her tongue on it, then pursed her lips to blow a stream of cooler air, making it harden almost painfully. "Hey," I pretended to scold, "you know that's not the way I like.""Is this better?" Francesca queried in a low, seductive voice, placing her moistened lips around my other nipple and sliding her tongue wetly over it."Oh god, yes, “ I gasped, and Beth relented, her lips and tongue mirroring Francesca's. "Oh, that is absolute bliss," I murmured, looking down to see Francesca's dark hair to one side, Beth's glossy brown on the other. "I could let you do this all day."I felt Francesca's fingers working deftly at my belt, then the zip of my jeans. Her fingers slid inside, finding my hardness, and she glanced across at Beth. "He does not need so many clothes, no?"Between them they slid my jeans and y-fronts off, then returned to my chest, Francesca's fingers now wrapped gently round my shaft. "Maybe I give you a small treat," she teased, leaving Beth to play with my nipples while she moved downwards. She dabbed at the drop of clear liquid on my tip with her tongue, then glanced up to watch my expression. She wrapped her lips softly around me, and my eyes widened as despite my best efforts to hold back, a surge of pleasure rippled through me and sticky fluid splashed her lips, her tongue. "Francesca, I am so sorry," I gasped.She swallowed, running her tongue over her lips, using a fingertip to catch a stray drop. "Is no problem, I like,”"Don't worry," grinned Beth. "He'll be ready for more before too long."She shifted a little closer to Francesca. "Anyway, this is our chance for you and I to get to know each other better."I held my breath as Beth kissed Francesca softly. "You taste your lover, no?" Francesca murmured, and Beth grinned. "It wouldn't be the first time."I watched as their hands began to explore one another, Beth's fingers brushing over Francesca's nipples, eliciting a gasp, and Francesca raised her arms so that Beth could lift her dress over her head. Today Francesca wore a barely-there thong, and Beth watched her face with an almost wanton expression, fingers tugging the filmy fabric into Francesca's most sensitive place while Beth's mouth returned to her nipples. "O dio," Francesca breathed, her hands cupping Beth's breasts. "Let me touch you also."Beth slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor, then moved to kiss Francesca again, fingers tangling in her hair as Francesca sought the clips of her bra, finally releasing them. Francesca carefully laid aside the lacy garment, then touched her tongue to each nipple in turn. "Um," breathed Beth, "let me lie down."She lay back, hands behind her head, and Francesca returned to her nipples, suckling one then the other softly. She paused to glance at me, eyes dancing. "You can help, no?"I caught Beth's eye. "One down," she grinned with a raise of her eyebrows, then parted her lips in a soundless moan as I bent to her breast, Francesca's mouth already busy on the other. "Oh god, that's good."Beth parted her thighs as Francesca's fingers explored upwards, meeting the soft cotton of her panties. "So damp," Francesca whispered. She hooked her fingers through the elastic, and Beth lifted her hips to let Francesca slide her panties down and off. I felt myself stir as Francesca deliberately lifted the soft cotton to her face, tonguing the moisture Beth had provided. "Um, sweet.""Oh, my breasts again," begged Beth, and I glanced at Francesca as my mouth returned to Beth's nipple. "Greedy," Francesca teased. "I know soon you will want something else."Her words proved true as moments later Beth flexed her hips upwards. "Please,”I watched spellbound as Francesca moved down, kneeling between Beth's feet and leaning forward. Francesca buried her face in Beth's fur, breathing in deeply, then Beth's eyes widened as Francesca used the tip of her nose to explore lower, brushing her nub. "I hope you're taking notes, Tim," she gasped.Francesca threw me a grin, then took a deep breath, blowing gently on Beth's most intimate place. Beth's response was a frustrated sound, almost a growl. "God, 'Cesca, touch me again."Francesca relented, bending to place a soft kiss, then dab with her tongue. She hesitated, then carefully slid two fingers into Beth's opening, her tongue beginning to brush Beth's hard nub more insistently.I shifted position so that I could continue to use my mouth and tongue on Beth's breasts while still watching. The muscles under the smooth skin of Beth's stomach began to tense, and I paused to lean down and whisper in Francesca's ear, getting first a widening of her eyes in surprise, then a nod of understanding.I renewed my attention to Beth's nipples, and watched Francesca continue to use her mouth, her fingers thrusting gently as Beth clenched her hands on the blanket.Francesca's eyes met mine, and I nodded. She slowly withdrew her fingers, her tongue still moving insistently on Beth's nub, and again I saw the telltale tightening of muscles that betrayed how close Beth was to her release. "Ready, darling?" I queried, and Beth nodded wordlessly.I held my breath as Frances

Keeping sexual secretsBy neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I woke the next morning to the smell of bacon, and Beth appeared in the doorway with a tray. "Thought I'd treat you," she grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed.I bit into a bacon sandwich. "Um."Beth picked up her mug, sipping, and I detected a hint of anxiety in her expression. "Are you Okay?" I queried."I'm fine, really. But Mom will be back later, and I'm not sure how she'd feel if you stayed over again."I nodded. "Do you want to tell her about, well, about us?"Beth puzzled for a few moments. "Of course I want her to know."She smiled softly, putting her hand on mine. "I want everyone to know. But, well, it's still really new to me, and maybe I need some more time before she asks me loads of questions.""Like 'are you being careful?'" I sympathized."Exactly."The look in Beth's eyes changed to one I was starting to become familiar with. "Anyway," she murmured, "I want you all to myself for a while yet."I leaned over to kiss her. "You've definitely got me, love."From somewhere an idea dropped into my head. "I know, why don't we go away somewhere for a few days? We can say it's a last trip before we have to put our heads down and study."Beth's eyes lit up. "Perfect."I could see her beginning to try out different possibilities in her mind. "Where do you fancy?" I queried."How about, You know that place we always used to go, Herefordshire, wasn't it?""Um Hmm.""Well, I remember there was a hotel on the main street, a small one. We never stayed there, but whenever we walked past I noticed that on the sign it said they had a swimming pool, and I always wanted to try it. Especially when the weather's as warm as this."I was momentarily distracted by a picture of Beth in a swimsuit, a one-piece cut high at the sides, or maybe just a barely-there bikini,"Earth calling Tim," Beth teased. "I promise that all your fantasies will come true."I chuckled. "You don't know what you're letting yourself in for. Okay, let's take a look."I picked up Beth's iPad and tapped in a search. "Here it is."Beth leaned closer to look at the screen. "Great, do they have space?"I pulled up the booking calendar. "Oh, wow.""What?" Beth queried."There's one room that's next to the swimming pool, and whoever's staying in it gets sole use of the pool first thing in the morning and last thing at night."It was Beth's turn to let her imagination run away with her. "I could so swim naked."I clicked again. "Okay, it's available from tomorrow night, shall we?""You bet."I made the booking, and my phone buzzed with the email confirmation. "Sorted."Beth leaned over to hug me. "Thanks, Tim. This is going to be amazing!"She sighed. "But I think it would be a good idea if we spent today with our parents, I know Mom's already thinking about missing me when October comes around."I nodded. "We still have time for a shower, though?"Beth grinned. "Always."Again she enjoyed the sensation of my hands smoothing soapy foam over her body, but we resisted the temptation to go any further, "We'll have all the time in the world at the hotel," Beth promised, her voice full of anticipation, and I watched as she dressed and brushed her hair. "You look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth," I teased."What in my mouth?" she riposted, grinning wickedly, and I kissed her hard on the lips. "Beth, I am so lucky to have you."She stood on the doorstep watching as I set off on the short walk home. "I'll call you," I promised from the end of the path. Then she was out of sight, and I walked the rest of the way with what must have been a distracted smile on my face, anticipating our holiday.My father was at home when I arrived, and when I explained our plans, he just nodded. "Make the most of the weather while you're free, I hear it gets quite misty in the autumn where you two are going."He glanced at the sky. "Talking of which, can you give me a hand with the lawn? If we're lucky, I'll only have to do it a couple more times this year."I spent the day helping in the garden, though I didn't say it, I could tell that Dad was slowing down a little, and it'd be no bad thing if I got some of the heavier jobs out of the way for him before I was away most of the time. Lunch was sandwiches, and when Mom got back from work she looked at the garden, then at two obviously hungry men. "I think you've earned pizza," she grinned."Tim's got some plans to tell you about," Dad dropped into the conversation, and I explained about our trip. "Oh, I remember that place," Mom nodded. "It'll be handy for the craft place, and wasn't there an Indian restaurant somewhere nearby?"I'd forgotten about the restaurant, and I chuckled. "Beth'll be pleased, she loves Indian food."We sat in the lounge to enjoy our pizza, and finally I stretched, covering a yawn. "Think I'll call it a day.""What time are you setting off tomorrow?" queried Dad."I thought about eleven, we can stop for lunch somewhere, and we'll still get there in plenty of time to check in to the hotel and decide where to have dinner.""Night, then."I made my way upstairs, closing the door of my room, and sprawled on the bed. I picked up my phone and tapped on Beth's name, listening to the soft trilling of the dial tone. She must have set her computer to answer calls from me automatically, and my screen lit to show her standing by her bed putting things into a suitcase.She glanced towards the camera, and quickly closed the suitcase lid. "A girl has to have some secrets, you know," she grinned.She came to sit down in front of her desk. "How was the rest of your day?"I ran through what I'd been up to. "The garden looks a lot tidier, anyway. How about you?"Beth gave me a wry smile. "Mom did try fishing a little when she got back, especially when I told her about our trip. But I managed to steer the conversation in a different direction."She glanced towards the bed. "I know we've only had a couple of nights together so far, but I'm already going to miss you.""I know, love."I thought for a moment. "Why don't we both go through our usual routine, but stay on here, then it'll feel like we're together, sort of."Beth nodded. "I like that idea. Okay, I'll get ready for bed."She moved her case onto the floor, then looked directly into the camera while she started to unbutton her blouse. Her skirt went next, and she grinned as she posed in her underwear, one hand on her hip. "Okay so far?"I nodded. "Definitely."She reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, dropping it on the chair, then slipped off her panties, standing with her arms by her sides. "You are beautiful," I offered. "Wish I could wrap my arms around you right now."She pulled back the bed covers and lay down, stretching her legs out. "Burr, sheet's a little cold."She glanced down at her nipples, standing up in the slight chill, and I couldn't help myself. "If I was with you, I would definitely put my mouth there to warm you up."Beth breathed in, almost a gasp. "Um, I'd like that."She covered one breast with a hand, resting her other palm on her stomach. "Tim, I'm feeling a little shy right now, but, if this was really my usual routine, I'd probably, well,”I gave her a reassuring smile. "I can go if you want to."Beth shook her head determinedly. "No, please stay."She slid her hand a little further down, fingers reaching her soft fur, then closed her eyes as she parted her thighs a little. I hardly dared breathe as I watched her touch her most sensitive place with one fingertip, her mouth forming an O as her hips flexed upwards a little. "Um."She squeezed her breast, then touched a finger to her tongue, using her wet fingertip to brush her nipple. "Oh, not as good as your mouth but feels nice."Her hand between her thighs moved again, and she looked up at the camera. "You've ruined me, you know." Her voice was matter-of-fact, but her dancing eyes reassured me that she was only teasing."How so?" I queried."Before, I would have been fine touching myself like this, but now, I need something inside me."She followed her words with action, sliding two fingers deep inside herself, parting her thighs more. Her other hand left her breast, her fingers touching her hard nub, and she moaned loudly, then caught her lip between her teeth, looking towards her bedroom door. "Oops."She moved her fingers more urgently. "Oh, yes, I can definitely imagine this is you in me, we'll have to try this, me using my fingers on myself at the same time."She shifted nearer to the bottom of the bed, giving me a closer view, and I couldn't help pressing my hand to the front of my jeans. "In case you didn't guess, you've made me so hard right now."Beth nodded wordlessly, her hips now flexing in rhythm with the movement of her fingers, and I watched spellbound as her muscles started to tense visibly. "Um, oh, so close, wish you were about to get there too,"She pressed her lips together in an attempt to be quiet, but I heard the unmistakable creak of the bed as Beth's back arched, her whole body shaking for long seconds. Finally she let out a gasp, eyes wide open, and turned onto her side, squeezing her thighs together around her fingers. "Oh, my goodness."She turned onto her back again, withdrawing her fingers, and I felt a thrill as she brought them deliberately to her mouth, her tongue tasting the glossy slipperiness I could see. "Um, wish you could taste this," she breathed.I fanned my face. "Goodness, Beth, you've really got me going."Beth grinned wickedly. "Why don't you do something about it, then."I blinked. "Really?""Sure, I'm curious. Why not?"I thought for a moment. "I always thought it'd look clumsy, awkward,”Beth shook her head. "I really want to see.""Okay." I propped my phone up. "Is that working?"She nodded, and I stepped back to quickly undress, then stretched out on the bed. I reached for the tissue box, but I saw Beth grinning. "Don't bother with those yet."I raised my eyebrows. "Okay, you can see everything, then. But it'll be messy.""The mes

Best friends unexpectedly find they want to share more.By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Beth and I have known each other literally forever. We met at preschool, and I can truthfully say I have no earlier memory than her smiling face asking my name as we stood on the school playground waiting to go into our first lesson. We were inseparable through that school and into the primary school, somehow always ending up in the same class, sitting on the same table for reading and drawing when we could. The fact that she was a girl and I was a boy generated mild comment, but the consensus was that these days it was all to the good that kids, especially so young, didn't seem to discriminate when choosing friends.When we went up to secondary school, it wasn't even a question whether we'd do homework together every night, and our parents just shrugged their shoulders and agreed who'd cook on what day, Beth's eyes lighting up when my mum produced her favorite spaghetti sauce.We talked about everything, TV, our other friends, music we liked, school work. Sometimes our families went on holiday together, the usual places, Spain, Italy, but when our trips were separate, the first thing we did when we got back was breathlessly bring each other up to date with what we'd done, seen.Of course we'd gone through the "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours" phase, playing doctors and nurses, but somehow it had never translated into any more experimentation, and Beth and I never really touched, except for the frequent hugs of celebration, comfort, commiseration, depending on what life brought us. Beth confided in me when her periods started, school sex education lessons had made sure we knew how things basically worked, and I could tell that her body was changing, breasts and hips more noticeable, but she was always my best friend above all else, and somehow it never occurred to me to think of her in any other way.Of course we had to think about what would happen after college exams, but the problem solved itself, a town with two universities, one that had a good reputation for Beth's chosen subject, the other that offered a top-notch course for mine. We'd celebrated our eighteenth birthday parties, I'd cried unashamedly, brushing away the tears running down my cheeks, at the heartfelt speech Beth made at mine. I tried to reciprocate at her party, then sobbed my heart out again when she chose Westlife's 'Safe' for us to dance to at the end of the night.What people thought of us by then didn't really trouble us, from overheard comments, those who didn't really know us assumed we were boyfriend and girlfriend, 'obviously' sleeping together, but by then our friendship was so well-known that it wasn't even a matter of jealousy. Perhaps envy; but we tried, Beth especially, to be gracious, generous to everyone, so only the most petty minds could find anything to complain at.Of course we'd talked about sex, after those embarrassing classes at school, I'd admitted to Beth that I masturbated, and with pink cheeks she'd confessed the same. We even went as far as to look at a porn site on my laptop, and Beth raised her eyebrows, pretending to fan her face at the scene playing out on the monitor. "But it's all staged, right?" she shrugged. "It's bound to be more clumsy and messy for real." The conversation moved on to something else, and the topic didn't come up again for a while.The months rolled round to August, lazy days after exams, too soon to make serious plans for university, and Beth and I were sitting at the square table in her bedroom as usual it was the same table where we always did homework and projects, and the blog we started more than 10 years ago. Beth was sketching something on her art pad, and I was picking photos from our last trip to put on our blog. But something was niggling at me, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I glanced across at Beth, and her pencil stopped moving. "Tim?""Uh, yes?"She closed the pad, put it on her desk. "Can we talk?"I blinked. "Since when did you ever have to ask me that?" I shifted my chair closer. "Something bothering you?"She nodded. "I'm thinking about freshers' week."I gave her a puzzled look. "Oh, the orientation events with cheap beer for kids away from home for the first time, going a little crazy, college clubs touting for members. What's the problem?"Beth twirled the pencil distractedly in her fingers. "Well, I'm thinking, there'll be a lot of boys there, perhaps I'll get chatting to one, maybe he gets a crush on me, I ask him out for coffee,”"I get the picture," I nodded. Something unexpected stirred in my emotions, but I pushed it down. "You know guys will say anything to get into a girl's panties, right?"Beth smiled wryly. "I know. But let's say I think he's genuine, I can trust him, at least for a night, anyway.""So, then you take care," I reminded.She nodded. "I take my pills, and Mom's already given me a box of condoms, bless her.""But,” I prompted. "You said you wanted to talk, right?"Beth looked up, a pink tinge suffusing her cheeks. "Tim, if I had a close girlfriend, I mean a friend who was a girl, half as close as you, I'd talk to her about this. But I really don't. I want to talk about, well, what I might like, when it comes to it."I gave her the most reassuring smile I could manage. "I can handle that. And there's a definite upside, I can give you the male perspective on the whole thing."She glanced at me sideways. "Okay.""So where do you want to start?""Well," mused Beth, her eyes taking on the faraway look that I knew meant she was creating a scene in her imagination. "Let's assume we've done the kissing part, and somehow, how does this even work?, he's asked me if, and I've told him Yes. I think I'd like him to be the one undressing me."She chuckled. "Of course I'd make sure I had decent panties on, and a bra that hadn't gone grey in the wash.""So he'd be fumbling with buttons, and those fiddly clips," I teased. “ Yes, you’d like undies that are more than just the functional type.”"A little bit of clumsiness would be reassuring," Beth shrugged. "I wouldn't want to think he'd had too much practice.""Would he take everything off at once?" I wondered."Well, maybe everything except my panties, he ought to wait till last for those."I couldn't help the image that was forming in my mind, I had a fair idea what Beth looked like without her clothes, we were quite casual around one another when we were changing. "As a man, I'm pretty sure he'd be entirely distracted by your awesome breasts."She grinned. "Fine by me, I'm rather hoping he'll pay them some serious attention.""Tell me how." I ventured, enjoying this new sexual tension we were both feeling.Beth breathed in. "Well, he could touch them, stroke them,” unconsciously her hands demonstrated her meaning, though without touching herself, "and maybe just ever so gently pinch my nipples with his fingers."She shivered with anticipated pleasure. "But what I'd really want him to do is to put his mouth on them, I can almost feel what it'd be like for my nipples to be surrounded by warmth, wetness, and then to be suckled softly,”"Wow," I breathed. "And then?""That would really get me turned on. I'm so, I mean, I'd be so wet, and I'd want him to slide his hand up between my thighs until he was touching my panties. He could, oh, god, press against me with his fingers while his mouth was still busy on my breasts."Her face was definitely flushed now, but she kept her eyes fixed on my face. "It wouldn't be long before I'd whisper,” she paused, then leaned forward to my ear “ 'You can take them off'. So he'd hook his fingers through the elastic, and I'd lift my hips for a moment while he slid my panties down, then past my feet."I had to adjust my trousers. "Are you ready for him to go inside you?" I breathed, starting to lose myself in Beth's fantasy.She looked down shyly, shaking her head. "What I really want, I'd do anything, anything if he'd go down there, his tongue, really taking his time,”"Anything?" I raised one eyebrow.Beth nodded. "Once he'd made me a soaking mess, he could do anything to me he wanted."I chuckled. "Most men would probably want you to use your mouth on them in turn."Beth nodded. "As long as he was clean,”She paused, frowning slightly. "Not everybody's like you, I mean, what's it called?""Circumcised," I supplied, and she nodded. "I think I'd prefer that. So yes, if he wanted me to I'd kneel and put my lips round him, even let him fuck my mouth."I blinked at her choice of words, Beth absolutely never used vulgar language, but she was obviously carried away with her fantasy, deliberately choosing a provocative phrase for what she was describing.She shifted in her chair. "After a while I'd pull my knees up, open fully to him, and he'd move his body between my thighs, maybe I'd need to use my fingers to guide him into the right place."I raised my eyebrows. "What about that condom?""Wups," Beth caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Thanks for reminding me. So I get one from my bedside drawer, tear open the foil, and roll it onto him with my fingers. Then what I just said, and he pushes slowly into me."Her expression turned slightly apprehensive. "I  guess it might hurt, the first time. But I'm sure he'd be careful."Beth was being very courageous, telling me her intimate sexual fantasy. There had to be a reason for this?Her face resumed its faraway expression. "Then he'd be moving in me, and I'd flex my hips just a little to help him."I smiled wryly. "After what you did to him, I can't imagine he's going to last very long."Beth tilted her head. "I suppose not. But remember, it's his reward for giving me what I needed, So I'd be watching his face, and I'd be able to tell when he was nearly there, and I'd let him know it was okay, 'yes, come for me, don't hold back, ' Then he'd cry out, I hope not too loud, and I'd feel him stiffen inside me, then he'd thrust hard, once, again,”She fro

 Getting Policed & Propositioned. A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my family's vacated house. This whole experience had been a fantasy of mine for a long time; that it was going so well in reality was giving me even more confidence. Car 9 So, I didn't hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway! I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or traffic; but a police cruiser had just pulled up to the curb right where I was walking!Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the police? That was my first thought. It was, after all, something I had expected. My only plan for dealing with such as that had been to keep moving, and hope that by the time the cops were called and (if they decided to) responded, I would be somewhere else. But was that enough, or had my own hubris gotten the better of me and I'd underestimated the police ability to locate one naked dude somewhere in town? Or was this just a random patrol who had seen me out walking and done what any cop would do and investigate. I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I was breaking the law. Public nudity is illegal in my state. Yet here I was, stark naked on a public street, with no clothes nearby. I was potentially in real trouble. In a flash I considered my options. I'm a fit guy, and I briefly wondered about running. I wasn't a million miles from the house now. But it wasn't like I had access to the house any more, the keys were with the realtor. The only reason I was going back to the house was for me to put my clothes back on, get in my car and go. And could I really outrun a police cruiser? Or was it more likely that I'd just make more trouble for myself (or even; worst case scenario; end up in a car chase if the police assumed I was intoxicated and then saw me get behind the wheel)? I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking out. But those weren't sensible suggestions. Being drunk or high and naked in public would probably go down worse than being straight sober and nude; and if they thought I was crazy I might find myself getting a tazer to the balls; or even a gun pointed in my face. Even at best I'd probably end up in a hospital getting checked out when I needed to be on my way back to college. I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with the cops and tell them the truth (well, a version of the truth; if at all possible I intended to leave out the part where I had masturbated publicly in front of people!). I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn't want the cops to think I meant trouble. It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an older cop, about my dad's age. I recognised him; I didn't know his name but when you've been a teenager in a small town you get to know all the local cops, and they get to know you. "Are you alright there, son?" he asked me. I nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm fine officer." He took a long look at me. "Where are your clothes, son?" "Um, I don't have them with me." "I can see that. Where are they?" I paused. "Back at my house." "You been drinking?" He asked. "Smoked anything? Taken anything?" I shook my head. "No sir." He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word. "Then, son, do you mind telling me what you're doing out here at this time of day in a public place without a stitch of clothing on you?" I chose my words carefully. "Well, officer," I began, "it's my last day in town. I'm moving away and I'm leaving tonight. And, well, I just got this idea in me that before I went I would do a little streak, just my way of seeing the town off. It seems real dumb now to say it to you but it just made me laugh at the time to think it, so I sorta dared myself to take my clothes off and run about a bit. You know, the way sometimes people do at football games and the like?" Well, it wasn't a lie. I wasn't sure if the sort of prolonged public nudity I had engaged in counted as 'streaking' exactly; but it came I think from the same motivation; that compulsion to exhibit oneself, to show my naked body to the world. The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my explanation over in his mind, looking to see if it held up. I had no idea if he was responding to a complaint; if he was, my story might unravel, especially if it showed I had been naked for about 90 minutes now and travelled quite far. "You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?" "I know, officer," I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. "I'm sorry for this. I meant no harm, I was just having a little fun before I leave town. But I should have thought about it more. I guess I'm in real trouble now, huh?" The cop looked thoughtful. "Well now," he said after a while, "I wouldn't say that." He opened the door to his cruiser and made to lean inside, but stopped and turned back to me. "Cover yourself up a moment would you, son," he advised. I cupped both hands over my cock and balls. I'd been very conscious of my nakedness during this whole conversation; the presence of the cop in his starchy uniform seemed to emphasise more my own nudity and vulnerability. Fortunately, my cock had stayed flaccid; I was too nervous to get aroused. Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. "Dispatch, this is car 9," he hailed. After a moment the radio crackled back; "Dispatch. Go ahead car 9." The cop paused, then spoke clearly. "Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?" The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. "Code 3 1 4, car 9?" she repeated. "Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?" "No, car 9," the woman replied after a moment. "No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?" "Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch," the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out." (I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent exposure or public nudity, and if someone had called the cops about me, that would have been what would have gone out to the officer on call; although at the time it meant nothing to me). Cupped or Cuffed The cop turned back to me. "Well son," he said, "it seems like we've had no complaints about you. So it looks like the only law enforcement that knows you're out here with your dingus in the wind is me. "Now," he continued, "I really should write you up with a citation, at least give you a ticket and give you a ride back home. But, you seem like a good kid. I know your folks, know of them anyway, and when you say you're leaving town tonight I know that's true. I think you're a smart kid who decided to do something dumb on a goof and, well, it isn't in me to punish you for that. How old are you, son? 18, 19?" "20," I replied. He nodded. "I got a son around your age and he's a smart kid too but he says and does the dumbest stuff sometimes. Not 'run around the street in your birthday suit' dumb but still pretty dumb. I wouldn't want to see him get into trouble for that and I doubt your daddy would want the same for you. "Well," he continued, "the way I see it is, if you can tell me you're gonna turn around and head straight back home and put your goddamn pants back on, and you do just that, I'm willing to forget I ever saw you. Can you do that?" I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-" He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you're stood there with your balls out, the more likely it is someone will call it in and then I can't ignore it." Evidently, I learned later; there are some statutes which require a community complaint, in order to be prosecuted. Just as a cop’s peace cannot be disturbed, A cop’s morals cannot be outraged. The community has to initiate the complaint. I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands cupped over my genitals until I was out of his sight, then I just jogged briskly, my cock swinging as I moved. I felt a great sense of relief; I'd got caught by a cop, the thing I had specifically not wanted to happen to me, and yet I'd got away with it. Had it been any other day or night I had tried this, I might well have ended up in a whole load of trouble, with the law and with my parents. But because it was my final night in town, it seemed like fate had cut me some slack and given me a cop who was willing to look the other way as long as nobody had come to any harm. Sunset Driveway I was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure. But I also felt a sense of sadness. I was almost back at the family home; I'd no intention of breaking my word to the cop and doing any further nude adventuring tonight. But once I got back to our old home, the fun would be over, and I'd be clothed again and on my way. I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night now, and a lot of the houses were dark. There were a few lights on but I didn't feel like I was at risk of getting into trouble here. I was nearly home anyway, and my clothes should be where I left them, on the floor by my car. Sure enough, as I walked up my driveway I could see them; crumpled jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. It had been over 2 hours since I'd last had any clothes on, and in that time I'd been seen by who knows how many people; all of them staring at my naked body and exposed cock. I'd masturbated, and ejaculated, in front of two complete strangers, shopped in a convenience store nude, and even brushed with the law and got away with it. Whatever exhibitionism I got up to in future, it would be hard to top this. As I got to the car I decided to postpone the disappointment. As it was now dark, I could probably get away with d

 Exhibitionist guy bares all to say goodbye to his hometown. A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was moving day. My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things. I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally moving. My dad's work had taken him to a new state, and a new home, and the family was going with him.I'd be joining them later. It was the start of the fall semester and I was going to be travelling back to college first. My car, parked in the driveway, was loaded up with everything I will be taking back to my dorm. First chance I got in the coming weeks, I was going to drive over to the new house and help get things sorted, but mom and dad were insistent I go back to college first. I stood in the driveway, looking at our empty house. I was alone now. The neighbours and our friends had all been and said their goodbyes. The keys were with the realtor. My things were all packed. It was coming to the end of what had been a long day. It was nearly time to go, to set off in my car and never come back to the town that had been my home for most of my 20 years of life. But I had one final thing I wanted to do first. I stood beside the car and looked around the street. There was nobody in the immediate vicinity, which was good. Don't get me wrong, I was expecting an audience; I wanted one. But not before I'd started, not when they could still put a stop to my fun and cause me a heap of trouble. But, luckily, the neighbours were all indoors, nobody walking by or out in their front yards. I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but also excited, buzzing with the anticipation of fulfilling an ambition I'd had for many years now. Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it quickly over my head. I let it drop to the floor and stood a moment. There was nothing wrong with standing in my driveway shirtless, after all; I'd done it plenty of times, on hot afternoons, shooting in the basketball hoop up over the garage door. There was a breeze today but it was warm on my bare chest. I kicked off my shoes; slip on Vans, easy to take on and off; I'd be putting them back on before I went. The asphalt of the driveway was hot and rough against the soles of my feet. A further breath to steady my nerves, and then I unbuckled my brown leather belt. I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I was wearing just my boxer briefs now; tight shorts, already bulging where my excitement was having its effect. Another look round. Nobody I could see, nobody who could see this yet. Thumb in my waistband, I yanked down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was nude. I paused a moment, examining my own reflection in the car windshield. Blonde hair, a little too long; I'd not had a cut all summer. Smooth face; handsome, I'm told, in a surfer sort of way, although I never seem to have much luck with girls. My bare body; lightly tanned, except for the whiter area where I would normally be wearing shorts. Athletic, some muscle definition, a summer of basketball and gym workouts and healthy eating paying off. My pubic hair; like most guys my age, I went in for cropping it short with clippers, rather than shaving outright; taking a razor to my balls and my shaft for a smooth finish there. My cock; unusually in this time and place, uncircumcised; stirring with excitement. I grinned, and slipped my feet back into my sneakers. Then I set off to walk the streets of my hometown naked. Nude Fantasies I'd fantasised about being nude in public for years. Since I first discovered jerking off, all the way back in my early teens, I've had an exhibitionist side. The thought of being seen naked or being watched while I masturbate was a huge turn-on for me. I experimented in various ways with this, some more successful than others, but I always chickened out of fulfilling my greatest fantasy, which was to fully expose myself somewhere very public. It wasn't so much that I lacked courage to do this, but that I was very aware even at a young age of what the repercussions might be if I, a young man, were to publicly expose myself. In all my fantasies, I had a willing audience; but I knew that in reality, being seen naked (and likely aroused) in public would get me into a lot of trouble. I had to live in this town, attend school in this town, and have family and friends share this town with me. If I went naked in public, people who knew me would get to hear about it and I'd have to live with the reputation of being a pervert, a freak who got off on showing people his cock. I mean, I was a pervert, and I did get off on showing people my cock; but I didn't want my friends and family to know that! My personal reputation mattered more to me than my sexual fantasies; so no matter what I would plan out in my head, I would never go through with it. Even when I went away to college, I always knew I would need to come back here, to this small town, and I knew my family needed to be able to live here, to be able to hold their heads up proud as upstanding members of their community. I couldn't condemn my parents to be known as the people whose kid waved his cock around in the street. When, this year, my parents told us we would be moving, and that we would be moving so far away that all our ties with this town and the people in it would be cut, it was a liberating moment for me. Suddenly, my carefully cultivated reputation and standing in the community had an expiration date; after moving day, what people thought of me wouldn't matter. So what if I was suddenly revealed as a crazy naked pervert? I would never see any of these people again, and nor would any of my family. They could gossip in high school and the coffee shops and the bars all they liked about how Chris Gill had run around naked in public with a boner on; I would never hear any of it. I spent much of the summer planning my naked adventure. I made sure I was taking care of my body; I figured that a good-looking young guy in good shape might get a pass on running around naked in comparison to a guy who, well, was not looking his best. So I kept up my gym routine, played a lot of sports and watched what I ate. I considered sunbathing nude, to get rid of any tan marks I might acquire, but it was hard to do with family and friends always around so I never actually managed that. But I did make sure that I looked as good nude as possible; I wanted to feel confident when I had everything on show, after all. I needed to plan and time the right opportunity, too. I couldn't do it any day before moving day; if my family were still in town when I did it, it might still reach them. I wasn't moving away from them, so they were the people I couldn't let find out about my naked plan; or the shame and stigma would just travel with me. But if I moved with them, I would have to concoct an excuse to come back afterwards to carry out my exhibitionism. When, by coincidence, moving day and the day I was due to return to college fell on the same day, this solved all my problems. I would help my family with the moving and, when all was completed, I would load up my own car. They would drive with the moving truck to the new house, I would drive myself back to college, and we'd meet up in a few weeks. And, of course, once they had gone and my own packing was done, I would do as I had done now; take off all of my clothes in the driveway, and go for one last walk around town. It helped with the time, too. It was around 6:30pm by the time my family went on their way, so my streak was going to end up taking place in the early evening. This was my preferred time; light enough that there would still be people around (and there would still be enough visibility for them to see my nakedness clearly) but late enough in the day that there would not be huge numbers of people about. While being seen naked in the middle of the day by dozens and dozens of people would be an incredible thrill, it also greatly raised the odds that someone would call the cops; and I had no intention of getting a police record for this. That, again, would be something I might not be able to escape quite as easily as I could escape the gossip of ordinary townsfolk, and might well work its way back to my parents, something I definitely didn't want to happen. That was another reason why I didn't want to get seen by my neighbours before I got going; I might set off, only to find the cops waiting for me on my return. But, as it was, all was quiet as I turned out of the driveway and into the street. I set off, briskly walking and occasionally jogging when the mood took me. I liked the way my cock and balls moved when I ran, and the feel of the warm breeze on my bare skin; but I was in no hurry, and didn't want to dash around unseen by anyone. Walking the dog As it was, I covered maybe a block and a half before the first person saw me. It was a woman; I didn't know her but I guessed she was in her 40s. She was out walking a little dog, one of those purse dogs, on a thin leash. She was paying attention to the dog at first and didn't see me; but when she looked up as I walked into her view, her mouth dropped a little and she stared. I smiled as I approached. I felt her eyes travel down my body, her gaze falling to my crotch and my exposed cock and balls. She didn't say anything though, not even when I gave a cheerful "evening, ma'am," as I passed by her. She was attractive, though (I've always had a liking for older women; that is, older than me; not necessarily that old but when you're 20, a 40-year old woman has 20 years' experience on you and still looks damn good), and as I carried on down the street I glanced back over my shoulder she had stopped and was watching my bare ass, an appreciative expression on my face. That was the

A campfire show, a lapdance, followed by couples counseling, & a shower In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I heard the tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked like a night shirt. "This must be for you," I said, reaching for the shirt and handing it Tina."Yeah. I think so," she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. "I wish I wasn't so fat." "Like I said last night, you aren't fat." "Well, not skinny either," she said as I watched either Linda or Sandy walk from the camper onto the gravel road, towards the showers. "Hey, you wanna get her back?" "Who?" "Linda." "Okay. How do we do that?" "She just went to the showers. Steal her clothes and lock her out of the camper for a while. Tell them not to let her in until I say so." "She might like that." "Maybe. We'll see." "Still a good idea though," she said as she got up and pulled the shirt on. She looked around the floor and found her shoes and then slipped out of the tent, walking quickly towards the shower house. About five minutes later she came back with her arms full of a towel and some clothes. I pulled on some shorts and sat in my chair while Tina tossed Linda's clothes into my tent and then brought a chair over to my site. We sat and waited. A guy was walking down the road towards the bathrooms. "Hey, buddy." "Yeah?" "Got a minute." "Maybe, what's up?" "In a couple minutes a young lady is going to come walking back from the showers completely naked. She's getting payback for playing a trick on them last night. They're locking her out of the camper until she makes herself climax in front of anyone out here. So, if you want to watch..." He grinned. "Yeah, I'll watch," he said, sitting on the tailgate of my truck. Sure enough, about five minutes later a very wet, clearly pissed off Linda came tromping back from the showers. "Sandy! I'm gonna nail you for this!" she practically shouted as she walked into camp. "Might not want to shout too loud. As I heard it, they wouldn't let you back in until you stood there and made yourself come for me." "What?" "You were the one that wanted to play show and tell. Well, Tina and I had a nice night, now it's your turn." "Wait, why would they do..." "They didn't. I did. I didn't like being made a fool of last night. Nice game by the way, leaving me naked in the showers like that. By the way, the woman that was in there with me, she had fun too. Now it's your turn to show us something." "They're really not going to let me in until I do?" "That's what I said." "Oh shit." "What was it you said? You didn't mind being naked? Well, here's your chance to really show it off. Give us a nice look at your cunt while you make yourself come," I called to her. "That’s the way you want it?" Linda clarified. "It seems fair," I answered. She walked to one of their fancy camp chairs and picked it up, carrying it over to our campsite. She set it down near the fire pit, facing me as I sat in my camp chair. She sat down and spread her legs, hooking them over the arms of the oversized bag chair. Her cunt was shaved completely bare, only a small amount of dark grayish inner lip protruding from her otherwise well-tanned cunt. "You like the view?" she asked as she reached between her legs and stroked her cunt lips. "Very nice. You tan naked outside or in a bed?" "Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit. "I can guess, but I'd like to think it was outside," I answered. "Sometimes it is," she said as she closed her eyes. "In fact, I'm going to sit here and think about just that. Laying out in the yard, all naked and covered in oil. I have a neighbor that likes to look. He's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind if he walked over some time and played with me. Touched my tits," she whispered as she lifted a hand to her breast and gently pinched and twisted one nipple. "And reached down to play with my cunt. I can almost feel his fingers teasing up and down my slit, working between them to reach my clit," she said before sliding her finger across her own clit and drawing a quick breath. "Yeah, I can imagine him doing that while I undo his pants and pull out his hard-on. I don't think he's as big as you are, but I bet he'd fill me up really well," she half moaned, her eyes closed and two of her fingers pushing into her vagina. "Oh yeah. I can just see him moving between my legs and pushing it right into me." I could tell she was getting damn turned on, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye, Tina, her legs spread apart, and the hem of her shirt pulled up enough to let her stroke her own cunt while Linda described her neighbor doing her. "Oh yeah.” Linda continued with her eyes closed. “I bet he'd love to push in and out of me. His wife is kinda cute, but she's a tight ass bitch, so I bet he wouldn't mind at all feeding that cock into me. Sliding it in and out, feeling my hot wet cunt around his cock. Oh yeah. That's it Gary. Put it in. Just push it right into me," she moaned. Tina got up quietly and stepped over to my camp, pulling the front of my shorts down and then pulling my rock hard cock up to point at the air. She shifted over my cock and rubbed my head between her lips and then slowly sat down on me as Linda pictured her neighbor fucking her. "Yeah. In and out Gary. Fuck my hot little cunt. You know you want to. You watch me so often, peeking over the fence to watch me. Come on in and touch me. Play with my cunt and shove your cock in me." "Uh," Tina groaned as she settled down on my shaft, her eyes closed as she let me penetrate deep into her, too turned on to complain about our guest watching. Well, he wasn't watching Tina much anyway. He was much more interested in watching Linda. So interested in fact that he was standing up, his cock pulled out of his shorts, stroking it and moving closer to her naked body inch by inch. "That's it Gary. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little cunt. Show that bitch of a wife of yours what a man can do to a cunt!" she moaned as she plunged two fingers in and out of her own cunt frantically. I could hear her fingers squishing in and out of herself as she drove them in hard, pretending it was her neighbor fucking her. "Oh shit!" she squealed loudly as she arched her back and pulled her fingers from her cunt. She pulled on her lips with both hands, spreading them wide as she spurted a gush of juice out into the air between us. Our guest, whose name I didn't even know, stood there, staring for a fraction of a second before his own cock spurted the first gush of cum out at Linda. The two of them spurted several times, her cum landing in the dirt between us and his landing all over her shuddering spasming body. "Oh fuck. Sorry about that," he mumbled before tucking his still hard cock into his pants and walking quickly out of camp towards the showers. "Jesus! Did he just come all over me?" she asked, looking down at the cum splattered on her chest and stomach and then back at his now retreating back. "Who fucking cares?" Tina mumbled as she bounced on me, reaching for her shirt and pulling it up and off, leaving her naked again. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her wildly bouncing tits. "God, make me come again," she moaned softly. "Jesus," Linda groused again, as she stood up and walked towards her camp wiping his cum off her as best as she could. "Now I need another fucking shower." I grinned and squeezed Tina’s tits, using the finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze and twist her hard nipples while she slid her hot cunt up and down my shaft. It seemed like the floodgates were open and she couldn't get enough of it, as she bounced on me, completely oblivious to the older couple walking down the gravel road towards the shower house. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on," I heard the woman say, drawing my attention to them. It only took a few moments before I realized it was the woman from last night, and presumably her husband. I hoped there wouldn't be any trouble which distracted me considerably from the sexy cunt riding my cock. "So they're naked," he answered. "And that bulge in your shorts is what? A tennis ball you forgot to leave at the camper?" "I didn't say seeing her naked wasn't fun to look at." "I'd do that to you." "What?" "Strip and fuck you like that, if you'd let me." "Why would I wanna see you strip where anyone could see you?" "What? You don't think my body is good looking enough for that?" "I didn't say that, but who wants to look at an old woman's body?" "The hell you say!" she said, stopping in the middle of the road. "You wanna try that again?" I was glad that Tina was about to push over the edge and climax on me, because I had a hunch the argument in the driveway was about to become a serious distraction. "Just that no one wants to see old people's bodies," he said again, digging the hole even deeper. "Really? You're sure you wanna stay with that? Not something like, damn you're a sexy woman and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked anywhere you want to strip?" "I'm just sayin'," he answered, starting to pull the dirt in on top of him as he stood in the bottom of the hole he just dug for himself. "Maybe we should just see about that," I heard her say just as Tina started to climax on me, her cunt squeezing and spasming around my shaft as her legs trembled. "Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned loudly as she sat on me, no longer bouncing, but just enjoying the orgasm washing over her. Looking past Tina, I could see the woman in the road starting to pull her shirt up and off. In a few moments it hit the gravel and she bent to push her shorts down her body, dragging her underwear with them. She bent, her ass sticking out at me, showing me her cunt as she worked her clothes over her shoes. She sto

Annie finally rejects her abstinent life and finds how much joy a cock can bring her. By spr1987 for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  “Oh my God… it feels so hot in my hand… and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?”  These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, “You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking… so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?”First, thank you for saying I’m hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I’m pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bedsheets to make sure that I wasn’t masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself. Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally, about this cock in my hands. Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I can’t help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no basis for this judgement because, as I said several times already, this is my first cock. All I know is that I can’t get my small hand around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is threatening to burst out of me. I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy’s face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing. At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock’s slit. I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick fingers all around the edges of the cock’s helmet.  “It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my fascinating new plaything.” I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel like. The guy almost screams out, “Oh my God, Yes,” when I do that. I make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder, what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my finger along his tender groove? “Fuck yes.” he screams out, as I try this experiment. Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am doing it. I start to wonder,  "How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing cocks and balls feel?“  I have talked with quite a few other girls about their sexual experiences, and I can’t remember a single one telling me how amazing cocks felt in their hands.  "I fucking Love this,”  I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of this cock and those full balls in my hands. Then the thought enters my head, “If it feels this good in my hands, how will it feel in my mouth?” I immediately hear my mother’s voice in my head chastising me, “You should be ashamed of yourself Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing.” Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, “Shut the fuck up Mother… and it is Annie… Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore.” Then I show her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another inch or so in my mouth. “My God, this thing is big. Are they all This big?” I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into the soft spot at the roof of my mouth. I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck my cheeks around it. “Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so naughty,” I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of bliss, when I feel the guy’s hands grab my head almost violently. Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, “No, Please don’t stop… keep doing That…” Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand. Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can’t stop my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock. I didn’t realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of an uncontrolled scream,  “I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my throat. I can actually feel it coating my throat.”  Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for breath. I hope I didn’t breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs? As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff… or Jake… or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a “J” name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn’t know the name of. As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,  "Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.“  In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy… J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands… literally… I am holding his softening cock in my hand… I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it. Figuring that I should get J… J… J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him,  "Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth… I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy… You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me?” “Fuck Yeah,” he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, “But you got to give me a minute… You know… to get ready…” I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves. “I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief?” He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very much up for the task at hand… again, my hand… “Don’t you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt?” he asks me. “Oh My,” I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now. Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of th

Accosted by a cougar, then a night with a virgin. In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. After an impromptu ‘lapdance’ of sorts at my campsite, Neighboring camper, Naomi; spontaneously impaled herself on my cock while in the throes of a massive orgasm. Then she dared me to walk buck naked with her for the couple hundred yards along the curving road of the K O A campground, toward the women’s' shower house. The pool’s distant yard light was the only real light other than the moon filtering through the trees above us. She held my hand and walked as if this were perfectly normal. I chuckled as we stepped into the shower building’s entry light. She opened the door, and I could hear a shower running, meaning we weren't going to be alone. "This isn't a good idea," I whispered. "Come on. She'll be long gone by the time we're done," she whispered back, pulling on my arm to drag me into the shower house. We looked down the line of shower stalls and she pulled me all the way to the end one, past the one that was already in use. Several minutes later, Naomi having just enjoyed a shower climax from behind, she repositioned behind me and I prepared for whatever surprises she offered.  After about 30 seconds under the hot shower and no touches, I turned around & found her gone, and so was my towel! "Shit," I swore quietly, quickly rinsing myself off. I stepped out of the shower stall, realizing I had nothing at all to cover myself with, not even my towel. I and my turgid cock stepped out of the changing room portion into the aisle that led past all the stalls just as one of the other stalls opened.  A middle-aged woman stepped out with a towel wrapped around her body. She froze, the shower stall door held open, blocking the aisle so I couldn't get past as I stood dripping with my hard cock sticking out at her. She stared at me for long seconds before her eyes traveled down to my hard-on sticking out lewdly at her. She stood for even longer seconds, staring at me, before she looked up at me and seductively grinned. "Ladies room? That's brave," she said, not making any move to close the door so I could get past. "It was a friendly bet," I answered lamely. "Did you win or lose?" "Somehow I think I lost." "It sure sounded like your friend didn't," she said with a knowing grin. "Um... yeah, she didn't."  “That was great to listen to, while I enjoyed my shower. Thank you! I could loan you one of my towels?" "That would be great," I answered. "Come, and take it off of me, if you want it, big boy." She smirked. "Umm. You're sure?" "Oh yeah," she said, stepping a little closer to me, but still holding the door so it blocked the path past her. I stepped closer to her and gently pulled the towel where it was wrapped around her breasts. As I pulled it, it unwound from around her, leaving her naked. She had big soft, pendulous natural tits and a considerably-sized bush of curls on her mound, but otherwise a surprisingly trim body for an older woman, well, at least older than me. "Oh darn. Now I don't have anything to wear," she said, stepping towards me, her hand leaving the door but now her whole body blocking my path. "But I'm willing to let you borrow it, for a price." "A price?" She grinned. "Listening to you and your friend was pretty stimulating. Let's just say that if I'm going to get that satisfied, it'd have to be here. You interested in cooling the fire you started in my cunt?" "You want to have sex with me?" "Maybe," she said, pressing both hands to my chest and gently pushing me back towards the shower stall I'd come out of. She gently pushed me back into it and didn't stop until I was in the shower portion. She turned around and pulled the bench out from the wall and bent over it, pushing her ass out at me. She wiggled her ass side to side expectantly, pushing back until her ass cheeks rubbed against my hard on. "So why don't you see what you can do with that." I had to admit that I was pretty turned on the way Naomi had left me hanging, so who was I to argue. I grabbed my cock and rubbed my engorged head up and down her surprisingly wet slit, her copious inner lips spreading around me as I settled my head into the entrance to her vagina. I slowly pushed my head into her, letting her body expand around me. "Oh damn," she moaned softly. "Just so you know...I've never done anything like this before." "What, had sex with a strange man?" "Had sex with any man other than my husband," she moaned as I stroked into her in short little strokes, working more of my cock into her, as her juices lubricated my shaft. "Well, I hope it won't be a disappointment," I said softly as I started stroking into her. I slid almost all the way out and then thrust back in, jamming my cock all the way in until my thighs slapped her bare ass. I reached down past her body and cupped both her tits, capturing them from swinging. I alternately pinched and twisted both nipples and squeezed her big soft tits, while I pounded my cock in and out of her. "Oh damn," she moaned over and over as I plunged into her, the feeling of my growing need racing towards climax. "Oh damn. I think...oh shit. I'm cumming," she squeaked loudly as her body shuddered and then stiffened, the only indication of her orgasm was the stiffness of her body and the squeezing of her vaginal walls around me. It was only half a dozen more strokes before I began to empty into her, my body jamming my shaft fully into her and spurting a gush of cum deep in her cunt. The two of us stayed there, panting, feeling my cock jerking and twitching deep inside her for almost a full minute before she pulled herself off my shaft. She stood up and turned around to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me to her. She pressed her lips to mine in a long wet kiss. "Thank you," she whispered before letting go of me. She stepped back and walked out of the little stall. I followed a moment later, pulling the dropped towel from the floor and wrapping it around my waist. She'd stepped into the cubicle she was in previously and stood, with the door still open blocking the aisle, pulling on a pair of underwear. "So, you had something else to wear." "Guilty. I was actually standing here, fingering myself when I heard her go by. I guessed she left you hanging. I didn't know you didn't have anything to wear. I was just taking a chance at catching you before you left. I'm glad you didn't," she said as she pulled a thin nightshirt over her head, the hem falling down well past her ass. She stepped towards me again and reached up to wrap her arms around me. She pressed her tits to my chest and then her lips to mine. "I may need to come back and shower again in the morning," she whispered. "If you happen to still be around, maybe you could help me wash my hair?" I chuckled. "We'll see," I whispered back before gently pushing her hips back to disengage us. She nodded and stepped far enough out to close the door after she picked up her little shower caddy. The two of us walked out of the shower house together and down the road. We stopped at my campsite, and she tugged the towel off of me. She tossed it over her shoulder to free her hand, which reached down to find my cock and stroke it. "I wish I had time to throw you on the ground and ride you," she whispered as she stepped closer to me, pressing her shirt covered tits against my bare chest. "Still horny?" I asked softly as I slipped my arms around her, reaching down with my hands to squeeze her ass. "Surprisingly, yes," she answered a little breathlessly. I grinned and used my fingers to bunch up her night shirt until I had my hands on her panties. I slipped my hands up enough to get my fingers into them and then pushed them down, forcing the material down over her ass. She let me kneel in front of her, my hands dragging her underwear down her legs as I did. I knelt in front of her and coaxed her to lift her right foot, pulling the panties off over it and then the left. Before she could set her left foot back down, I pulled it to hook over my shoulder. I pushed the hem of the shirt up enough to expose her curl covered mound and then leaned my face towards her, gently kissing her thigh and then her cunt lips. I used my fingers to tease her lips apart and then licked slowly up her slit to her now exposed clit. "Oh fuck." She shivered as my tongue teased her clit, flicking over and around her hard nub. We stood there for long minutes, my tongue dipping between her lips as far back as I could reach before sliding up to her clit again. I shifted one hand under her ass to help hold her up, allowing two fingers to stick slightly into her exposed tunnel. I pulled away and looked up at her, her hands still holding onto my head and stroking my short hair. I unhooked her leg from my shoulder, a look of disappointment crossing her face in the tree filtered moonlight. I grabbed the towel from the ground where it had fallen and stood up. It only took me a moment to pull her the few feet to the tailgate of the truck. I put the towel on it and then pulled her to the tailgate. I pushed the night shirt up, letting her lift her arms for me to pull it all the way off before I pushed her back against the tailgate. She leaned back, propping herself up with her elbows as I lifted her legs, her ass half hanging off the edge of the gate. I stepped between her legs and let go of one leg to grab my again hard cock. "This what you want?" I whispered in the dark as I rubbed my head up and down her slit. "Oh yes," she hissed softly, closing her eyes as I pressed my head between her lips and into her vagina. "Oh God yes," she moaned as I pressed deeper. I started to push in and out, my short strokes lengthening as her juices lubricated me. In and out I stroked my cock as I moved my hand around her thigh, trapping her leg between my arm and my chest. I held her leg high in the air as I pumped in and out of her, my fingers now stroking her lips around her

Staying in a quiet campground may not be so quiet. In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was definitely time for this vacation. I hadn't taken one in almost four years. I spent most of that time driving from one wind turbine farm to another, each day climbing the nearly five hundred foot tall towers to repair and service the electronics and generators on top of the hollow towers. It was terrific money, and I was never out of work. In fact, that was the reason I was no longer married. My ex wanted someone that could not only provide the standard of living I was giving her, but also be there to share it. In the end, she found someone else to share the considerable amount of money she was getting each week from my paycheck.I didn't even bother to have a house any longer. When I was "home" I stayed in a motel, with most of my belongings, the things she didn't take in the divorce, stored in a storage locker. I mean, why bother with a house if I'm on the road weeks at a time? I guess it isn't the best way to live life, going from one hotel to another, but I figure a few more years and I'll have enough money tucked away to retire and find something less stressful and physically demanding. At forty-eight, I doubted my arms and legs could withstand the strain for too many more years. Sex, well, that was pretty easy. It's surprising how many middle-aged wives traveling for business... or pleasure... are willing to have a quick tryst with a seriously ripped guy their own age. Almost all the hotel bars had a plethora of targets. I preferred the already-married ladies, simply because it limited risk. There was little chance of romantic entanglements, which I admit having issues with; and nearly all of them were already on birth control, so I didn't have to worry about that little problem. After spending so much time being faithful while my ex was screwing around behind my back, if a married woman wanted to fuck around, then fine. I wasn't the relationship police. But vacation for me needed to be totally different. I wanted to go someplace where I simply didn't know where today would take me. I drove thousands of miles just to get to the next job. I wanted to see what there was to see without any schedule or objective. I'd been doing this now for nearly two weeks, driving from attraction to attraction, camping when I got tired. Usually, I picked an out of the way camp ground, many of them being desolate "primitive" camp sites in little out of the way state parks. That was what last night was. A little out of the way state park in the middle of the desert with only half a dozen camp sites. I had the place nearly to myself with the exception of a young lady half my age that rolled in shortly after I did. I was almost disappointed to not have the area to myself, mostly because I needed a shower, and in a place like this, a shower was standing next to my truck dribbling water on myself from my two gallon solar shower bag. I say I was almost disappointed, because after about an hour of sitting and chatting as the sun set, she agreed to get naked with me and share my shower. In her words, "after three days in these desert sites, she'd get naked with the devil if it meant getting her hair washed." She did get naked, letting me see her bare shaved teenage looking nethers and the two silver barbell type nipple piercings on her erect pink nipples, setting off her perky tanned B cup breasts. After sharing half the bag of water wetting, soaping, and rising each other, we faced each other. She easily slipped my cock between her legs and held herself pressed tightly to me as I used the remainder of the water to wash her hair. By the time we were done we were both quite horny, her hips seeming to keep sliding while I was washing her hair. Unfortunately, I'd promised not to take advantage of her, and being a gentleman, I maintained that promise. After a little discussion, she did agree that she'd go as far as to sit on the hood of my truck, her legs spread, while we both pleasured ourselves only a few inches apart. While it took care of the momentary need, it was far from the satisfaction I really wanted at that moment. I'll always wonder if it was fear or conscience that made her leave barely after daybreak and well before I planned on climbing out of my tent. Tonight, it was a little campground, well out of the way, just the way I liked them. Those big K O A campgrounds are just too busy for my tastes. This one looked like it had maybe two dozen sites tucked back in the woods, and of those, only about half a dozen were occupied. This is one of the reasons I was kind of frustrated. The rather cute young lady at the counter gave me a site, not off alone, but right across the little gravel road from one of those national chain rented motor homes. There were plenty of sites where I could be alone, instead I was going to have neighbors less than 30 yards away. I frowned to myself as I pulled into the camp site. I was still irritated as I set my small tent up and strung the extension cord to the electrical pole for the fan and light I used in my tent in hot weather. My irritation had faded to mild musings as I stripped down in the tent and changed to some athletic shorts before going out to start a fire in the little fire pit. The mild musings were dispelled completely at the sound of the three young women walking down the gravel path and into the site across the gravel drive, each of them wrapped in a beach towel as they came from the little pool near the front of the campground. I was sure they had to have on more than towels as the three trooped into the camper and closed the door behind them, but that didn't keep my mind from imagining. Maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad a spot as I expected. True, they weren't middle-aged housewives looking for a naughty experience, but they looked to be late twenties or early thirties. I wasn't against enjoying the view of three younger cuties. True, I wasn't likely to do anything close to what I'd do with a middle-age housewife, but then... I settled by the fire in my sturdy little camp chair and pulled out my phone to read my book, the sun still at least an hour from setting. It wasn't long before the three came back out, each drawing a chair around their fire pit, that held a small smoldering fire. Two of them looked like sisters, tall thin, long blonde hair, small tits and very tight clothing. The third was a bit rounder, not fat by any means, but definitely larger than the sisters, medium length brown hair, nice ass filling out the somewhat baggy micro shorts and big tits that stretched the tank top tantalizingly. With her back to me I couldn't really tell if she wore a bra, but from the bouncing I noticed between the door and the chair, I suspected not. I sat, reading my book, but still overhearing small bits of the conversation they were having between giggles and laughs. My ears perked up considerably when I started to hear "I dare you" and "chicken". "I bet he won't even notice you." I heard one of them say slightly louder. "But if he does?" another asked, clearly nervous about something. "Then she has to." I heard the third say, though I couldn't tell which of the three was talking. Almost suddenly the one dark haired girl stood up, turned around to face me and pulled the bottom of her tank top up, showing off a pair of large, nicely shaped breasts. Each tit was mostly white, showing how large the bikini top that she typically tanned in was, but her areola was nearly a quarter of the front of each breast with a surprisingly large hard pink nipple poking out at me. She held the top up for at least five full seconds before pulling the top down over her tits and sitting back down quickly, her back to me as she covered her face with her hands in apparent embarrassment. "He definitely noticed!" she said after half a dozen seconds, pulling her hands from her face. "Well, sis. Guess you missed that one. And the way he's staring, he's not about to miss a single detail." One of the blonde girls said to the other. "Well, it isn't the first time a guy has seen my tits," the second blonde said as she stood up. She walked around the chairs until she was nearly to the road separating us. She pulled up the bottom of the light weight t-shirt she had on, showing me a pair of perky little B cup titties that were tanned completely across with barely a hint of tan lines. She held her shirt up for considerably longer than the first girl did before pulling it back down and turning to walk back to the fire pit in their campsite. "You didn't have to stop there," I called, hopefully loud enough for her to hear me without the whole campground hearing it. She stopped where she was, reached behind her and pushed her shorts down, the elastic waistband pushing down below the curve of her cheeks. She wiggled her ass side to side for several seconds before she pulled the shorts back up over her sexy little ass. "That better?" she asked over her shoulder. "I wouldn't have minded if they went lower," I called back, starting to enjoy the little game, my cock already getting hard in my shorts. "Oh really? Tell me, just how low do you want them to go?" "Well, seems to me you were pretty insistent on getting your friend to show off her tits, how about you pull 'em all the way down?" "All the way as in, to my ankles?" I chuckled. "That's all the way." She said something to the other girls that I couldn't hear, the sister looking blonde nodding and giggling, while the head of the brunette shook side to side significantly. "We're talking about it," the formerly-flashing blonde called back before saying something else to the two girls. It seemed like whatever she said was finally accepted by the brunette. She turned around to face me and stepped to the road. "We will if you do." I was a little surprised. I hadn't played "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" sin

A failing marriage, a caring man, and a new life.In 4 parts, by  r a wallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Chapter 9:WendyI was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench. Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect introduction.“This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I require coffee frequently, though if anything, I’m addicted to weird men. Weird mind you, not strange.”“That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange. I’m not sure I know the difference.” “I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup of coffee,” I quipped.“Indeed.”We started walking toward the coffee shop two blocks away.“So, how has your day gone?” he inquired pleasantly.“It’s been pretty good. I’m caught up on my files, and the new one they gave me looks interesting. So, work is good. I called my lawyer and told him I want action, no more waiting for something to happen.”“Sounds like a good day,” he offered.I smiled. “The best part was finding a man who would buy me coffee and keep me company for a while.”“Hmmm, sounds as if it has been a productive day, does the guy know you favor your coffee black?”“Yes, I wonder what else he knows about me?” I giggled, which wasn’t like me.“Oh, I think he loves your smile and that little dimple that shows up when you do- it makes his day. He likes your wavy black hair that frames your beautiful brown eyes. He knows you’re smart and vulnerable, but you’re willing to advocate for yourself, those kinds of things. He also thinks you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”“Does he think I’m emotionally unstable?” I asked cautiously.He stopped walking, gently took my arm, and looked at me, “He thinks you’re brave, resilient, angry, in pain, and want to be treated with respect and dignity. He thinks you’re capable and willing to move your life forward at your own pace. He knows it takes time to get over some things and will give you all the time needed to find your way. He knows you’re honest and that he can trust you. Unstable no, in transition, yes.”We started walking again and I felt tears come to my eyes. It felt good knowing someone actually understood me and the uncertainty that surrounded me. Clara had tried to console me, but some of the things she said, though well intended, told me she really didn’t appreciate my circumstances.We stopped to cross the street and I glanced at Robb, he took my arm and pulled me onto the grass.“I think you can use a hug.”His arms came around me and I fell into him and closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful simply to be held. The affection warming me, after a minute he asked if I wanted to keep going. I nodded my head and mumbled I was. When we parted he was looking at me, his eyes were so caring.He took his hand and moved a few stray hairs from my cheek. “Where’s the smile I came to see? A smile makes you glow, it brings out the wonderful woman I know is hiding behind those teary eyes.”I couldn’t help but laugh a little, he made me feel good about myself.“It’s here for you,” I said smiling._WendyTwo weeks later my lawyer called to say my husband had signed the divorce papers and he was filing them at the courthouse.“So, I’m free?”“Your marriage is dissolved and you are free to lead your life as you wish,” he replied.Only the financial dealings had to be completed and I would receive half of our marital assets. It was done, I was single again.I thanked him and told him to send me the final bill. That way the ordeal was over once and for all. I hung up and felt a weight come off my shoulders. I can’t say I was euphoric at the news, but it was liberating. That part of my life was history and now I could look to the future. The next thing I did was pick up my phone and send a text to Robb. I was buying us dinner tonight. We had talked several times and gone for coffee once each week, all the while I felt a little apprehensive despite my best efforts not to be.I knew what they said about rebound relationships and I was leery of making a commitment of some kind. If there was one thing I wanted, and needed it was what I had gotten the first time I was with Robb. I know women aren’t expected to want to have sex for the sole purpose of enjoying it. The stereotype had always bothered me, and the church women swore it belonged only within the confines of marriage as the good Lord intended.Well, I wasn’t married anymore and my body told me in no uncertain terms what it wanted. I had squirmed in my seat both times as we sat having coffee together. Both times I wanted to reach across the table and kiss him until he took me on the floor. That fantasy had played out in my mind more than once over the last month.RobbWhen Wendy called and told me her marriage was over, the papers signed, I felt a sense of what? I wasn’t sure other than I was happy her struggle to be free of her husband was over. But, what did it mean for me? After having coffee together the past two weeks we both knew she would be free soon and though we didn’t come right out and say it, we knew it would change the way we saw one another.She had been relaxed more than ever and her sense of humor and demeanor made her even more attractive. Our first, and only, night together, came to me again and again. It would never be the same, at least the motivations wouldn’t be. She had shown signs of confidence and independence once she had moved out of the house with her husband. She had the maturity that comes with being married and of dealing with all the emotions that such a breakup creates.Wendy had become far more willing to touch me and she flirted more than ever. We kept our boundaries intact based upon her married status. Now, she wasn’t married and she could do whatever she wanted with her life. For the first time I wondered if my utility to her was at an end. I had to admit to myself I didn’t want it to be. I knew that I should be patient and not to rush into anything. She might be single now, but I was sure her husband had caused emotional damage she had yet to recognize and deal with. It was best I tread carefully for both our sakes.WendyI got off of work and hurried home to freshen up. I had texted Clara and gave her the news my divorce was finalized. When she walked in the door as I came out of the bathroom she looked at me with a broad smile.“You look pretty chipper I must say. I’m sure it feels good to be free of that bastard.”“I do feel good. I’m taking Robb out to dinner tonight to celebrate. I’m wouldn’t have made it this far without his help, or yours other. But, I don’t want to even think about Cecil… err… ex husband now. He’s history and I want to move on.”“Okay, no more about ‘him’. You know it will be different with Robb now that you’re single again. I mean you haven’t slept with him yet. I hope he doesn’t expect you’ll want to hop right into bed with him now that you can.”My mind froze. I had slept with him, but I… oh my god! I knew I wanted to again. Was it a good idea? It would be different. What was I thinking?“I don’t think it will be a problem. He hasn’t given me any indication he’s looking for that.”“He does like you doesn’t he? I mean you keep seeing one another and it suggests to me there’s something more between the two of you.”I felt my stomach tighten as my mind raced to formulate a response that didn’t reveal my infidelity while I was married. I’d never been a good liar.“I think there is a special bond between us. He helped me over the toughest part of my divorce. I guess I can honestly say I wouldn’t have seen it through to the end without him.”I looked at my watch and told her I had to get going if I were to be on time. I heard her tell me she hoped I would have a good time tonight. I hoped so too now that she had pointed out the basis of our relationship would change. It hadn’t occurred to me that it would, though I should have known better.I walked out to my car and drove to the park after I decided I should tell my parents the divorce was completed. They had always thought my husband was a good match for me and when I told them I wanted out they were unhappy. It was one of the reasons I had stayed in the marriage and tried to work things out as long as I had.I could tell my mother was resigned to the reality as I hung up. I had my life back and I was going to make it my own. I’d been too immature to ignore their feelings in the past and I was determined I would be my own person from here on out.I left the park and headed to the restaurant to meet Robb. I was a little late, the conversation with my mother took longer than expected. When I walked to the entrance and saw Robb’s smile as I approached I felt fluttery inside. Damn he looked handsome as my eyes swept over him. I felt a little awkward once I stopped in front of him, not knowing exactly what I should say, or do. I could hug and kiss him now if I wanted and not feel guilty, or ashamed. I was trying to wrap my head around the concept when he held out his hand for mine.“You look wonderful. I like the necklace, especially where it enters your cleavage,” he said with a mischievous expression.I felt my face flush red, something I wasn’t prone to do.“Sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”“Thank you,” I stammered, “I mean for noticing the necklace, not the other things.”“I’ll try to be more considerate,” he replied quietly as he held my hand.I was flustered, feeling like my first date in high school. “You’re considerate enough.”We sat down at a table and ordered our food. I avoided any mention of my ex-husband, saying only this dinner was in celebration of the start of a new life. Our conversation was light, refreshing, and he told me his parents would be visiting him in a few weeks. When I asked if he were on good terms with them he