Jenni Juggs was the inspiration for this story. * We were having a hot spell of weather for a change and I'd got some time on my hands so I decided to visit Andrew. Andrew is an artist who has painted some of the scenes that I've photographed, mainly landscapes, which is a profitable little business. He lives alone in the rural midlands but has a nice sun...
The sun rose over the valley as I sat in the shade of our village maypole. I sat here every morning to watch it. When my wife was alive we would climb the hills just to watch the sun rise from various places. Since her passing I never felt like walking so far. We were married after my demob in 57 and she died in 94. She was a lady who nursed my injuries and...
Mr. Gray had always hated covering classes for teachers who were off sick, but when it was supervising a library study session, it was worse than ever. In theory, they were supposed to be checking that the students were studying the right things, but he was usually happy to sit down and let them get on with it, as long as they were quiet. It was a good chanc...
The minibus soon arrived to pick us up. I was first in, followed by my new friends Harry and Tam. Jonno, Vince and Barry joined us in the back seats whilst Jim sat in the front alongside the driver. It wasn't a long drive home and we didn't want to startle the taxi driver too much, so whilst there was a little bit of fun taking place it was nothing too he...
I had been working for a successful financial company for two years since I graduated from university. Life had been very tough as my dad had left my mum during my early teens and mum had to work all sorts of hours to keep the bills being paid. She also helped me though my school years and while I was getting my university degree. At twenty five years of a...
I had first met Carol seven years before, whilst teaching her daughter, Samantha, who was then eleven. The first time I saw her at a parents evening, I was attracted by her extremely slim figure and her exceptional ass. She was, at the time, happily married and, being ten years older than me, I assumed that she would always remain just an object of my fantas...
Part 1. It was a muggy summer evening; we girls were enjoying a pleasant after dinner drink on the balcony of a rather smart hotel overlooking the river Dart. Conversation was jovial and took the usual saucy turn amid our giggling and laughter. We were in full flow, when a very elegant looking lady, complete with a large gin & tonic approached us and asked...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. Robin Rizzo looked like a young Liz Taylor, everyone said it, and it was true, her beauty was striking. Robin was a reporter for the Bay City Sentinel, and the owner of a brand new Detroit Motors 'Road Rager' convertible she splurged for after her promotion to Senior Investigator. She bought the Road Rager with all the sexy optio...
After returning to university after the Christmas break, I had looked in the mirror and did not like what I saw, a flabby tummy from too much food and drink at Christmas. I did not want to diet as such as if I tried stripping the pounds it usually came off my top set first and I was rather proud of my 40D's. So I had joined a gym which had a cheap offer on...
I beg to differ with the heading of this section, "The Butt, and Nothing But." Oh, I'm not lobbying to change the wording; however, I consider "butt" a dull name for that intriguing seat of eroticism. I confess my bias. I'm speaking from the viewpoint of a heterosexual male watching the south end of a northbound woman. Other men, and women who admire femal...