I was beginning to think that Leverton just might not have any more surprises for me. I couldn't have been more wrong. As I stepped into the kitchen one morning, there stood Thelma at the stove. It wasn't so much what she was doing, but rather, it was the manner of her dress. As usual, she was wearing a see-through blouse and a pair of those very tiny kilt s...
I was counting the days before my flight to Germany, where my teaching career would begin as a lecturer in American politics as the University of Munich. With three weeks to go, I had finished the research project for the university press where I was a parttime editor. I was spending my time scouting bookstores in New York and garage sales in the suburbs for...
"Hurry up!" Danny whispered to Ashley and Natasha as they held the door open to the ballroom. All three of them wore the same black outfits and black ski masks as before, the nighttime darkness assisting them in remaining hidden from others. Natasha carried a black backpack while Danny held onto a flashlight that was turned off at the moment since the hallwa...
Over the years, I had developed many friends through my hobbies of CB radio and auto racing. Many an evening was spent enjoying one of our coffee and bullshit gatherings that seemed to develop spontaneously. Someone over the radio would suggest meeting at a Sambo's for coffee, and, before you knew it, twenty, thirty people, sometimes more, would show up. M...
(NOTE: This is another in an ongoing series of stories involving horny older women playing devious sexual games with younger men and/or women. These won't be connected, though some may be, and are meant to stand-alone individual stories in a themed series. This is a shorter one, quick and to the sexy point. Thanks and enjoy.) Tommy was bored out of his m...
This is another true story as relayed to me by my friend Jeff. ****** Grandma had asked me to stop overnight. Whenever she asked me to stay, I knew she felt more sexual than usual. I've never forgotten any of my experiences with her; they were all so special, but this account is just one of many more that we had. She'd always been highly sexed and enjoy...
I wore my black shoes to see you at work today. Yes, you know the ones. The black patent leather Mary Janes with the come fuck me heels. I wore them with my granny grey pencil skirt and sheer black frilly blouse that you think you can see my bra through. I know it's not nearly sheer enough for that, although I quite suspect that you do from the way you kee...
If I had been allowed to pick my super power I'm sure I would have opted for something other than the one I have but like most people with extra abilities, I achieved mine by a quirk of fate. I possess the innate capacity to dissolve the elastic in women's panties, thus making them quickly slide off their hips and down there legs. You may ask what good is a...
I was in a crap mood when I dropped onto the busted up bench at the bus stop. I was going to be without a car for about a week and had no other alternative than taking the city bus to and from work. Night shift security was what I was doing at the time and I was heading home while everybody else on the bus was starting their day. My polyester uniform was stu...
"How do you know what's a good steak?" asked a youthfully feminine voice as I browsed the meat selection at the Kaneohe Marine Corps Base commissary. Looking up, I saw a Eurasian girl who was looking intently at me and the meats cuts before us. With her light brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, she was cute in an understated tom-boyish sort of way....