This story was written for a dear friend and reader of mine. ***** Balloons, Lockers, Dinner and a Drive It was another sunny day in Arizona but this day was special. My husband had set up a surprise for me and I've been waiting in anticipation for today since he told me. He wouldn't give me any details but he did say it was filled with adventure, romance...
I'd never felt so excited about a balloon flight before. I've been around hot air balloons for several years but only had my balloon pilots license for just over two months. This would be the first time I had flown without my trusty crew. I don't know what I was more excited about, the flying without any experienced crew, or the fucking of the new crew. I'v...
"A private ride for two, please." The guide dressed in a sunny yellow shirt opened the door to the gondola and motioned us inside. A stack of sand bags weighted the base of each of the four portable winches wound with rows and rows of steel cable attached to the gondola suspended underneath the brightly colored hot air balloon. After a brief talk about the...
Scott nervously anticipated her disappointment as he listened to the ringing in the receiver. On the sixth or seventh ring, she picked up. "I certainly hope this isn't who I think it is," she answered. Though she was half-asleep, there was clearly an edge of irritation in her voice. He hesitated, trying to think of a way to soften the news, but he knew fro...
(This new style of writing is probably very sensual and erotic, at least I think so. Or it's dumb. Let me know what YOU think of it.) "That's a heck lot of water balloons you're carrying there!" "Umm, yeah Priya. I was just taking them to the apartment gardens. Me and the guys would play with them, like we always do during the Holi festival." "Hmm, and...
Despite the excitement and thrills of Eva's visit to my dorm room, I was not able to follow up other than with a quick phone call complimenting her for her talents and ingenuity. I still had not recovered several days later, and to this day (20 years later) I can still see that pearl necklace across her substantial tits. I wrote some exams and dealt with mo...
Chapter 9: The Big Blow Job "Hey, is that my special friend?" Tracy said. She was wearing sweat pants and a ripped T-shirt over a pink sports bra that was making a heroic but ultimately impossible effort to contain her massive breasts. "It is," Janice said. "He wanted to see the popping room, and we were just watching Megan practicing for her balloon test....
"Come on. Just go on one date. What could it hurt?" Stevie questioned for the twentieth time that night. It could hurt a lot. I'd learned my lesson earlier that year, which had prompted my decision to take a dating sabbatical. I'd always been the girl that never settled down, never had a boyfriend. And I was pretty proud of that too. But as they say: never...
Walking along the winding path leading from the parking lot to a hiker's trail, Mike was aware of the cool morning air through his lightweight jacket. He carried several canvas bags carrying his cameras, film and various equipment he needed. Judy walked just a few steps behind him, carrying his coffee and a canvas tote containing her pens, notebook and an ol...
This is my entry for the National Nude Day contest. I hope you enjoy it! + No trees. That was critical. Well, at least, no big ones. OK, nothing big enough to make me have to climb eight stories of spikey branches in my altogether. That was for certain. And not blazing hot or much below room temperature for most of the year. And not many people t...