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Joan

by menzies on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

I first met Joan the day I started working at the State utility as the new sales manager. Well I really didn't meet her, I saw her. The unit manager was taking me on a tour of the telephone sales and customer service unit. Joan was sitting at her workstation, headset on talking to a customer; she barely looked up as my tour guide explained the ins and outs o...

Joan Ch. 06

by menzies on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

When I spoke to Joan to let her know when I would be arriving she informed that her Mother had passed away and that the Funeral was going to be on the Friday before I arrived. Unfortunately, there was no way that I was going to be able to get there any sooner. She told me not to worry the Matron of the Nursing Home, who answered the phone when I called, had...

Joan Ch. 05

by menzies on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

The lead up to Joan's departure was a difficult time for both of us. For her, she was understandably worried about her Mother. For me, well I was just being selfish. The last nine months had been an incredible time for both of us. Not a day went by without us having at least one erotic encounter. Not always full-blown fucking, but at least one of us managed...

Joan Ch. 04

by menzies on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

With Joan not working Friday it allowed me to get on with my work and not be distracted, after the last two days I was almost glad of the break, especially knowing that Saturday night was going to be something special - plenty of time to spend with each other. With a certain degree of familiarity developing between us, knowing what the other wants takes a co...

Joan Ch. 03

by menzies on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

Thursday morning I arrived at work a little before 8 am, with a smile on my face. The night before with Joan had been better than anything I could have possibly imagined. I had a mountain of work to get through, but still my thoughts kept running back to what had happened just a few short hours before. Between getting through all the emails that I had to an...

Joan Ch. 02

by menzies on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

Joan rolled off and lay alongside me, her right breast draped across my chest, her legs intertwined with mine and her face tucked against my face and neck. As she lay there I ran my hand slowly along her back, feeling the softness of her skin and the curve of her body. I ran my fingers along the whole length of her back down to her curvy backside, then back...

Joan Takes Charge

by cynthiablaine7 on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

[This story makes some reference to bodily functions, so if you are offended by that, please read no further. All characters are well over 18.] Joan had been surprised when she learned that her parents had left the family house to her and her alone and placed her in charge of the family household. Joan was all of 24 now and had returned from college less t...

Joan Takes Charge Ch. 02

by cynthiablaine7 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

Those who do not like stories about bodily functions should read no further. All characters are well over 18. ***** After three weeks of having assumed charge of the household after her mother's death, Joan, the youngest of the four siblings resident in the family home, seemed both confident and pleased. She now was in complete command of everything concer...

Joan Out On Her Own

by GlenHod on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It is always a hard thing to call when people break up. Suddenly a sense of being out there. Available. I suppose that was what happened with Joan the night she decided to just go for it. She had re-established contact with a few of her old mates and quite naturally started with a visit to an old haunt, the Shakespeare Pub in Bethnal Green. It was just like...

Joan Wantonly Wants Him to Want Her

by showher on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

We wish to thank Curiositykitten39 for help with editing and insights (during a personally hectic time). The evening was cool and crisp - the kind of evening for high school football games, with the smell of burning leaves wafting in the air. It was too cool to be standing on the porch of the country club without a wrap. My spaghetti-strap dress left my arm...