“Damn!” Our car broke down for the hundredth time today, it seemed. I couldn’t get my wife to work. Nobody ever wanted to stop and help either, most of the time. This time proved to be different.

Who would have thought this particular girl would have stopped to help us. Red hair, botox injected lips, no wedding ring on her finger. She looked to be about 150 lbs and about 6 feet tall. Most of the weight was carried in her huge rack. I’m talking, 28EE’s here. Man, would I love to get my hands on them.

‘Hey, do you guys need help?”

My wife and I were standing outside our car, obviously needing assistance.

“Yes,” I said. “Our car broke down on us, again.”

“Sounds like you’re not having a good day.”

“Not yet.” I sighed. “I’m still looking for the silver lining.”

“Well, I can give you a lift, if it’s somewhere close that you need to go.”

“That would be great. We just live a couple of miles down the road.”

“It’s going to cost you though.” She added quickly. Her eyes were sizing us up.

“I don’t have any cash.” I looked at her, my eyes wondering if she would accept another form of payment.

She looked me over.

“We can work something out. You guys hop in. Tell me where we’re going.”

I gave her the directions as we both got into her car. We took the back seat. I didn’t want to take the front seat, although I actually did want to, because I didn’t want my wife getting jealous.

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My office had gotten a little dim, I noticed, and it was the first hint that my workday was almost over. I ran my eyes along the next proofing document, not really reading it, more so sizing it up. I was debating whether to call that one the last for the day, or the one I was about to finish. I thought about going home and decided there wasn’t much worth hurrying home for. In the grand scheme of things, my fish would just have to survive an extra half hour without dinner. A comical thought of my goldfish tightening their proverbial belts came to mind.I chuckled as I finished the Brown vs. Metzger proof and sat back with a smiling sigh. I unfolded the manila envelope and pulled out the next piece of documentation. I noticed right off that this proof involved literary guidelines referring to an acquisition, not to dismissal like all the others I had been working on today. By now, I was very much alone in my tall office building and had no interns to send for the needed support documents. This meant a trip to the library. I decided that I would retrieve the needed volumes, set them on my desk, and leave the whole thing for tomorrow.

Four flights of stairs lead me to the reference section in the upstairs portion of the library. The dimly lit room had the feel of seclusion. During the day, the lights were almost blinding and the bustle of people usually left little or no room for off-hand speculation. More of a get in, get it, get out type of situation than anything else. I walked over to the Acquisition shelves and began running my finger across the leather-bound book spines when I heard a giggle. A sort of mischievous giggle that implied eager titillation. I swung my head around, curious to see who would be trying to out do me in the “working late” department. The balcony was empty, save an abundant array of reference books and legal propaganda. I thought for a moment, and was about to dismiss the giggle as a result of over-working, but it came again. The sound was coming from downstairs in the main portion of the library. (more…)

I miss you. I can’t sleep. The bed seems so empty without you next to me. There’s no use in trying to force myself to sleep, so I sit up and light a cigarette.The roses you sent me yesterday are in full bloom. Their fragrance, mixed with my but I’ve always done it for you and somehow it makes me feel a little less lonely. I’m wearing my green satin teddy, you know, the one that laces up the front, the one that you love. Do you remember the last time I wore it? When we made that hot, hot video and then made the most wonderful, passionate love? I can’t wait till you’re home. I need to try and get some sleep.

Lying back down, I look over at the roses and my thoughts drift back to last night. We made love, enough to last us until your return. Only, it wasn’t enough. Remembering it just gets me horny for you. My hands involuntarily go to my breasts, and my nipples begin to harden under the satin. I love the feel of this teddy, and slowly glide my hands over it. Returning to my breasts, I run my thumbs over my nipples, and gently pinch them. They’re getting harder and I want to feel your mouth on them, your tongue swirling it’s way around, your teeth gently scraping. (more…)

I knew this was going to happen. Even though I was kidding about it from the start…but as we all know, fifty percent of what you say when your kidding is actually truthful. I mean, I have had three-somes before, but this time it was a little different.
If it wasn’t for those stupid topless pictures that she figured you had to have so everyone at SOI wouldn’t think you got dumped for a girl, then this would probably have never happened. Although, it had crossed my mind a few times, but quite honestly, the thought made me a little nervous..okay more than a little. I mean, you’re a boy…and I’m such a lesbian…but obviously lesbians havent always been lesbians…so its not like if this was going to happen, I wouldn’t know exactly what to do. Because all men are the same, or at least I thought they were…until you.

So here we are, rachel..and me…topless, and of course you have those ridiculous pictures on your phone, my question is, how often do you glance at them to refresh that memory of yours? To remember that look I got right as I got to her waist line? Or how much you wish that had been you…? Oh I wonder what goes on in your head…

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My high school graduation was a time of firsts. For my school, it was the first time every graduating student was over the age of 18. For my best friend, Cyndi, it was the first time she had the courage to prove her stepfather wrong about something and actually graduate. For me, it was the first time I had sex with a boy. And the first time I had sex with a girl. And the first time I had sex with more than one person at once - and…well you get the idea!
It all started the day before graduation. Cyndi and I were in my bedroom getting ready to go to the rehearsal when she started crying. I put down the dress I had been getting out of the closet and put my hands on her shoulders. “Cyndi, what’s wrong??”"Nothing is wrong, I’m just so happy! (sob)” (more…)

Jill slid behind a huge oak tree. She watched the mailman advance toward 1793 Norwalk Avenue. So far the morning had been unsuccessful, but she was sure she would catch him in the act. After all, he had been doing this for three years now. Jill had to find out, the suspense was killing her. Also, her reputation as the neighborhood gossip had to be upheld.

The mailman dropped several letters into the dark mailbox on the wall, then crossed the neatly-groomed yard to the next house. A dog barked nearby. Jill looked around suspiciously, then glance at the mailman.

“Damned,” Jill mumbled. She had been sure that 1793 was the right house. A very sexy blonde divorcee lived there. Jill turned and rested with her back against the tree. She found herself looking into the eyes of a 12 year old boy on a bicycle. He was looking from her to the mailman and back again.

“What are you doing?” the boy demanded.
“Why aren’t you in school?” Jill growled in an evil mood. He looked like a nosey kid. He would probably grow up to be a drug peddler.
“I’m home sick,” he said condescendingly.

“Then get your ass into bed. You don’t go out and play when you are home sick. NOW!” she screamed, hurrying him on his way. Jill rolled around the trunk of the tree and looked for the mailman. He was gone! So it must be 1795. He didn’t have time to go anywhere else. (more…)

I got on my knees in front of Eliza and gazed lustfully up into her eyes. I had been waiting for this chance for a long time. For a very, very long time. She and I had been roommates for about a year, and we teased one another a lot about sex, but finally, here I was naked with her, on my knees, in the floor. I was in front of the ratty old couch in our apartment. There were candles everywhere, as we had planned this night for almost a week, teasing and flirting with each other this entire time. I licked my lips slowly, as I looked at her, raising my eyebrows to show my interest. I leaned in slowly, and looked up her body. Her breasts were slightly larger than average, but they did no eclipse her lovely face from the angle I was at. This gorgeous auburn haired girl spread her legs slowly, and used her knee to bump my own heavy breast. I caressed up and down her thighs slowly,  as I smiled, and shuddered, my body on fire, my own labia soaked with the building want and desire. I drew in her warm scent, and then parted those puffy, aroused pussy lips with my own lips, pressing my tongue between her tangy folds, and savoring her taste for the first time. Her sex was so hot, and already so wet. I am not sure that I had ever, in the course of my entire life, felt anyone get quite that wet, but her taste was both tart and sweet, so I began to quite relentlessly lick! I had wanted her for so long, but she was a little shy about being with a girl. She had some thoughts, and some fantasies, but never acted on them until now.

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