Readers please note... This story contains elements of voyeurism and exhibitionism and the main characters are a middle-aged woman who keeps her body in a mostly natural state and a much younger guy whose tastes run toward exactly that type of woman. *** The date was July 14, 1971 and it was just around noon when I walked down Exchange Street after stoppin...
Thanks to oldnakeddad for his ongoing support and editing skills. +++++++++ Queen of Spades I was eating a sandwich and reviewing my afternoon presentation during lunchtime at Panera's when we met—she was sitting at the table immediately to my right and having lunch with a friend. She was dressed casually—a white blouse that was open at the neck and expo...
If you read my first story ‘Henhouse', then you know how I became a widower landlord of a boarding house for college girls. And, how I also installed cameras in their group shower room, so I could video tape them, naked! This story is a continuation, and takes place during the third year of operation. The school year was off to a good start, classes had jus...
This is a follow-up, not exactly a sequel, to my story, BeachCombing, which you might want to read first, but that I'll try to recap and move on. In BeachCombing, my wife, Anne (ok, not her name, but the name I used in writing a story about us), and I visited a nude beach on vacation. We met Rick, a naturist local resident, on the beach, and that led to an...
Nita had experienced a life-changing event while attending the First Annual Literotica Convention with her husband, Adam. Not only had the up-until-now shy, introverted, old-fashioned and somewhat prudish young black wife discovered that she actually did enjoy exposing herself; but she was beginning to strongly suspect OTHER things about herself, as well....
We were spending the weekend in Prague, staying over at Josh's place. It was hot and sunny, so that we were all wearing just light summer clothing. Petra was dressed in her white summer dress, through which one could just make out the shape of her white underwear - a plain white bra and a white lace thong. While Petra unpacked her things I decided that I wa...
This is the fifth installment in a series under this title. This chapter picks up where the fourth chapter stopped and concludes this series. This story is a work of fiction. While the story has some basis in reality, any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. _________ The school year after the trip on which we...
I am always glad when an airplane touches down and I can feel it slowing. Part of that has to do with the time I flew into Portland and the plane I was on had no front wheel, we did a rather terrifying nice long and noisy skid down the runway. I would have kissed the pilot after that one, 50 year old guy or not. But they sent us down these neat little sli...
"What should I do, Pete?" I asked my husband anxiously over rather poor phone line. It was eight thirty in the evening and I was sitting in my car in the darkest corner of the sports club car park, still in my gym clothes. I could feel my body cooling and stiffening from the exercise I had just finished but I couldn't wait to go all the way home, shower and...
(If you hate stories where the husband desires but agonizes over sharing his wife, then you will truly hate this story. You have been warned!) * Jen texted her husband Mike: "I can't believe I let you talk me into this!" Her iPhone vibrated a moment later. "Relax and have fun, I know you find this guy attractive" the screen said. She serendipitously gla...