The restaurant is intimate and secluded. Our booth is in the back, and we are more or less isolated from the few other patrons who are enjoying their meals tonight. As we are sitting close to each other, talking quietly, my right hand has slipped under the floor-length table cloth, and is tracing lazy patterns on your leg. "What are you doing?" you ask, pret...
This is the second in a series of stories about Steve & Maria. While each story can stand alone, they are much more enjoyable when you have read the previous stories. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. ***** When I arrived home after our day of boating, my head was spinning. I had never met anyone like Maria before. I would never have...
"Can I help you with something?" I regretted the question about 5 minutes after asking it. Now, about 2 hours into to ordeal this girl looked visibly more exasperated than I felt. Her eyebrows furrowed with disapproval as she rotated in the body length mirror, comically craning her neck backwards to get a better view of her own ass in the ugly pink dress th...
Chapter 3: Lauren in the Play I learned later on that my wife's experiences with Carl had left her much more emboldened about teasing other guys. The next time this happened was when she auditioned for a play at the local community theatre. Lauren had been a drama nerd in high school, but hadn't been in a play since then. She was really excited when the t...
They sit and stare at each other across the table in the coffee shop. A naughty smile flits across her face as her hand moves from his knee slowly upwards to his crotch, feeling him harden against her hand. She leans over and whispers something in his ear. With a leap he's out of the chair, reaching for his wallet with his one hand, pulling out bills at rand...
It always astounds me how much Misty and her stripper friends spend on costumes. It is like an obsession with them and they own more outfits they only wear for ten minutes at a time than everyday clothes. Misty usually goes with her friends to a couple of stores that specialize in dance and club wear to buy them so when she wanted me to go with her to look f...
Authoress's notes: Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and please leave me feedback, public or via email. Brenda Becomes a Stripper Brenda Taylor nervously eyed the strip club from outside the gas station next door. She was a freshman in her second semester of college, and needed some extra money. She had heard persistent rumors about other coeds maki...
During the first month I dated my asshole college boyfriend Brian, his friend Jason would drive us around whenever we needed to go off campus on errands. Brian and I didn't have a car, but Jason had rich parents who gave him a car for college. It's a good thing he was rich, too, because he wasn't the best-looking guy, but his money helped him get a couple of...
First off let me describe my amazingly erotic submissive wife. Blonde, slender, short (five feet tall), large breasts for such a small woman, nice ass and a slick shaved very moist cunt. We were apart, her in Dallas and me in Houston due to work responsibilities, so I went online to look for some quality help with her training as a proper submissive slut wi...
She escorted him to the other side of the store and now that he was relaxed enough to take note of the woman who was helping him, he determined that they were both about the same size. She was pretty, much prettier than his wife. He felt better knowing that she could help him pick out the correct sizes he needed without making her think that the clothes were...