Greg turned left, exiting the highway. It was early afternoon and he still a few hours drive ahead of him. But he wasn't in a hurry, and this alternative route was a bit more interesting. Someone stood at the side of the road. As he came closer, he saw that it was a young girl hitch-hiking. He slowed down. She was in her early twenties, he thought, had lon...
My name is Janet and I'm so mad I can't think straight. I'm so mad at my husband Mike that I don't know what to do -- but a plan is coming to me very quickly. But, before that, let me back up and give you some details. First, I'm 39 but have been told that I look 29. My hair is dyed dirty blond and I'm what some people would say is petite just 5 feet exactl...
Once some friends of ours told us about this lake they knew about where people went to swim naked. It was in the country, on private property. They said that it was way out in the sticks, so only people who knew about it ever went there. Whoever owned the place either never went there or liked the nudity, because people were never hassled there. People even...
The gallery was a single large room with wood and tile floors and high ceilings. At the entrance stood a placard that read La Ventana al Alma. John glanced inside, watching all the women milling about. I took his hand, slipping quickly through the door and moving unnoticed into a corner. His gaze fell on the art itself. Mounted on the walls among many small...
She often loved to masturbate. In fact she loved it so much that if the urge took her, no matter where she was she would always find a way to masturbate. She was incredibly attractive, in her late twenties with a fit, toned body, tanned skin, very long legs, she had shoulder length black hair and big brown eyes. Born a natural exhibitionist she really did...
Diddle, diddling, diddling around/about never had a sexual meaning. It meant you were bored or idle and looking for something to do. It didn't have anything to do with masturbation--certainly it was not like those male words. . . jacking, stroking, wanking. Besides ladies, or girls. or women, just didn't talk about such things, much less do them or if we did...
I was working for an IT consultancy firm and I’d been sent for a couple of weeks to a large multinational company on a project. I was put in one of the big open plan offices with “hot desks” which had terminals where anyone could take a seat and log in their company issue laptop. The staff in the office were mostly female and young, and I was constantly di...
Ch. 02: The Porch After Salena left, and I'd run to my backyard and closed the gate, I was so excited that I couldn't breathe. Standing just behind the gate, I stroked and pounded myself furiously, replaying what had just happened over in my mind. I'd been sunbathing nude in my backyard and had fallen asleep. After a sex dream about Salena, I'd awakened w...
After what seemed like an almost futile effort, Rita and I were finally able to organize our first "orgy". Not sure how to describe it other than an orgy since we successfully managed to get four couples together with only one thing in mind. Sex! The four couples were my husband Walter and I, Bill and Rita, David and Cindy and Bob and Lois. Also included a...
Tammy sat in the car. She was going to do this, she thought to herself. Her pussy was soaked and she was filled with a nervous, horny energy. It had been two weeks since she wore her little dress on that hot summer's day. She had been masturbating two to three times a day thinking about the older man standing at the counter and looking down at her small ti...