Dee and Jarrod had left for their Honeymoon in Paris. The wedding was a smash hit with everyone. Emma, Alexis and I spent the night in the guest bed at Dee's apartment. We were all exhausted from our combined sexual exploits so we had just crashed when we got here. Our unofficial plan was to spend the day after in the city doing whatever struck us. I knew th...
Voyeurism is described as the sexual interest in or practice of spying on people engaged in intimate behaviors such as undressing, sexual activity, or other actions usually considered to be of a private nature. That's what my story is about! All those engaged in that sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. I had just turned twenty one when my...
It was Scott's turn to drive, and we were heading east. I was holding his hand and humming a happy tune. "Scott that was a great time with your Uncle and Aunt. For me it was a busman's holiday working on their house. But I think that you and I got to know both of them, and in such a short time. That was really good to have close family like that." "Emma, I...
Before driving home from the airport after our Cancun Spring Break vacation, we did some grocery shopping. We would be home now until we left for the wedding and then our honeymoon in Monte Carlo. I was getting tired of eating out at restaurants every night and some home cooking sounded good, even with Alexis' meager cooking skills. After putting away the...
I let out a frustrated grunt as I left the building and made my way across campus to my next class. I really wasn't lying about being nearly late for class as I headed inside of the classroom. Everyone was slowly starting to file in and taking their seats. "Can I borrow a pencil," I heard a male voice ask as I was setting up my writing utensils. I grabbed a...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Chapter 16: Partings, Panties and Punch-ups I need not have worried about creating a cover story for Emma as it turned out that she thought that I had left early for work and had not even realised that I had n...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Pt. 25 A Damsel in Distress Saturday was a grey, much cooler day with periodic bouts of drizzle and so we were not terribly busy at the garden centre which did at least enable everybody to concentrate on neces...
Mrs Pardoe's heart pounded like steam-hammer as she made her way to her room. It had been such a long time since she'd had a young girl to herself, to take command of, to admire and to love, and she knew Mrs Amos's niece Lizzie was a real doll. On the way she passed the Joanna television-person ensconced with Gloria in the stair well of the third floor, bot...
Chapter 15 She must have dozed off after her powerful orgasm. When Lucy opened her eyes, Jackson was gone from the office. She sat in her chair, still naked. Four clothespins laid on her desk next to a handwritten note: "In case you were wondering about the source of your torment (or pleasure?). Apologies for leaving, but I really do need another 15 minu...
Chapter 8 Lucy gulped as she looked up the narrow ladder to the roof of the building. They were standing on a small balcony outside of the conference room. She turned to her companion, "You can't be serious. Look at what I'm wearing! Look at you!" Jackson shrugged and leaned into her, "What, afraid of getting a little dirty, little one?" She started to...