Living on a small lake in New England has some advantages especially on the hot humid days of summer when just moving around makes you hot and sweaty and drains you of all your energy. Today was one of those days. My wife and I were sitting on the deck enjoying what breeze there was and commenting on how quite the lake was today. She looked at me and reminde...
As usual my husband Greg had parked me at our country home in Maine for the summer. It is a nice enough of a location, on the outskirts of a small village, secluded enough one did not need to worry about their dress all the time. Many a nice afternoon I would wander about almost nude in the garden without fear of being observed. One of the attractions of t...
Chapter 2 -- San Francisco I was not very happy about the demand my client had placed on me. When I agreed to the contract, it was with the understanding that I would have the flexibility to work remotely and would not have to spend that much time in the city. But after a month, the scenario changed, and the client demanded I be physically present in their...
We gathered at a picnic table we'd commandeered earlier in the evening and spread out the goodies. The edible goodies, I mean. One of the guys got a small fire going to burn the weenies and brats. Larry came over and slid onto the bench beside me. "So, dude, how are things between you and Janice?" "Fine, I think. Why?" He shrugged and looked away. "I hear...
It had been a long year and with the move, new city, and new job and Patricia and John were worn down. They were both in their early forties, but felt as though they had to begin again. Patricia suggested a weekend away in the big city which was 40 minutes away by train. John agreed; it was just what they needed, so they send the kids to stay at friend's hou...
I’d been sitting at home for far too long, and on a whim, I decided to go out to the local club in town. While hooking up would have been nice, I was mainly looking to just get the hell out of my stuffy apartment and let loose for a while. I threw on a pair of slightly faded khakis, pulled a ribbed t-shirt on over my frame and headed out. Along the way, I pl...
The repairman parked his service van in the driveway of the well-kept Tudor house in Lakewood and shut off the engine. Guzzling the dregs of his doughnut-shop coffee, he climbed out and went to the rear, where he opened the double doors and slid his tool-box out. He carried it to the front door of the residence, whistling the tune from a nonsense-rhyme his d...
I looked at her. I couldn’t believe her beauty. She was average height, had a pretty face, small, but firm and perky breasts (today I could see her plain white bra outlined against her white school shirt) and an arse to die for. It was by far her best feature—it was tight, round and had not an ounce of fat on it. She always accentuated it perfectly too, with...
I was at an otherwise boring party at one of my neighbors involved in a conversation with a group of people which sort of broke up until I was alone with an awesome woman. Tracey is only 24 years old, with a head of thick, wavy, black hair and as she told me, 'not the prettiest flower in the bouquet'. But at 6-3 tall and 375 pounds Tracey is a mountain of a...
Mickey's dream job, to be a sports agent, was not working out at all. At 26, she was still too young to be taken seriously, and too old to be an assistant. Add to that the fact the she was no super model, and life just couldn't have been any worse. Oh she wasn't ugly by any means, but at 5'4 and 140 pounds, she was hardly anyone's dream girl. Just your avera...