In case you did not read the first two chapters in The Barcelona Series you should know that on a business recent trip to Barcelona I met a lovely married woman named Irene. She was visiting the spa at the hotel where I was staying overlooking the Mediterranean Sea just outside Barcelona. Her husband of 13 years had given her the spa treatment (massage and m...
For Kathy—whose presence has inspired me and added joy to the world Note: This story about a private girls' school features only characters who are 18 or over. Janet Sanders had been teaching for several years when she was recruited by an old colleague to join the faculty of a new experimental private school—they preferred to be called "independent," of...
"Annie, you take them children up third floor. They like to wear Miz. Irene out on the trip. And you, Toby, stop moonin' over Annie and get the ice chest goods into the house and in the ice box. You got ice in the ice box didn't you?" "Yes ma'am," Toby answered as he trotted out the kitchen door and down to the Buick car in the drive below. "And you, Miz....
"I'm Eric. At least I think I am. But these days thinking is not my foremost talent. Drinking is. I am an accomplished drinker-thinker. I marinate my mind. My brain is a pickle. It may have been yesterday that I saw Irene. It may have been the day before. Not that I care much. (Liar!) Ehm...I seem to care. An itch says that I do. But I drink some more and...
In the days following Irene's first evening out with the new neighbour things returned very much to normal. Oscar was feeling a little let down after the excitement of Irene's first adventure, however, he didn't feel it was his place to suggest that she repeat the experience, so he was as patient as he could manage, whilst attempting to be a perfect, attenti...
One never knows what their neighbors are doing "Irene!" Maria answered, seeing the caller ID on her phone. "Are you home?' "I never went," she answered. "We were supposed to go right after the two weeks here, but they postponed our trip for a month, and then they postponed it for another 6 weeks after that, so I'm still at home. Are you available in an hou...
Oscar and Irene arrived at the pub, which was already heaving with customers enjoying the lively atmosphere, and the music from a live rock band who were set up on a small stage. There were a whole range of different people, young couples, slightly older couples, girls in small groups or pairs, but most especially, young men in small groups. As soon as they...
Growing up in the North East of Scotland, I had a fairly sheltered upbringing. The social life of the community revolved around pubs and clubs. I was not allowed into the pubs, but had to stand outside with my bag of crisps and my bottle of Coke because of the licensing laws. I was however allowed into the clubs and it was there I developed my sexual fascina...
Tim and Frank were breathless after receiving such fantastic blow jobs from the mature ladies but were ready for more action right away. Tim gazed upon the pale skin of the Irene and told her to get on all fours on the living room floor. With harden cock in hand he placed it at the entrance of her wet hairy cunt. He could feel her heat as he pushed his hips...
Monday passed uneventfully, although both Oscar and Irene were thinking about Irene's approaching date, but they were thinking rather differently. Irene was looking forward to Robert's caresses, and kisses, plus his wit, and charm. Oscar was looking forward to his wife telling him all the details of the sex. On Tuesday evening Irene's mobile phone rang. "H...