Jessica doesn’t visit the grocery store in the “expensive part of town” too often anymore. Between school, soccer practice, and spending time with her boyfriend, she barely has time to even go to the local market. But today was an especially tough day for Jessica. It’s been a long, cold Canadian winter and Jessica was going to treat herself to a nice dinne...
Ever since I can remember, I've been addicted to daring public adventures. What began with that natural teenage interest in seeing how much you could get away with has grown over the years into regular journeys out... journeys that start out quite ordinary but somehow always seem to turn into full scale panic-driven thrill seeking - the risk of being caught...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by a fan who wishes to remain anonymous. Please read "Our Mid-Morning Tryst" for background info. *** We decide to spend a dirty weekend together, out of town. You tell your aunty that you will be visiting a friend on the weekend. My wife is away visiting her parents -- her father is unwell. My grown up kids are studyi...
I walked into Victoria's Secret with almost $500 dollars in my purse and anger in my mind. My boyfriend, Brad, had just dumped me because he told me I didn't dress sexy enough or show my body off like other girls. Worst part is he had never offered to buy me some sexy lingerie or clothes. I figured I would show him a thing or two. As I walked in the store a...
She walked into the bar her shining red hair caressing her pert firm buttocks. Her emerald eyes gazing …She smiles at the bartender asking him in a low sensuous voice for a glass of red wine. Staring at the television. She turns hearing a soft sexy voice ask her if the seat next to her is taken a soft smile curves her mouth as she looks appraisingly at the t...
God, he loved her arse, the rise and fall of it, he loved it from every angle. She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation as he extolled her to keep walking. "I'll catch up, left my wallet in the car." She laughed at his absent-mindedness, turned and he watched her walk away. Any excuse to approach her slowly from behind, watching the hypnotic swing, how...
Before You asked me to write something, so I did, I wrote about the time when I watched you; an early evening in early winter, or perhaps late autumn. It was dark outside and we were going out, I'd bounded up the stairs in socked feet, grasping the handrail in easy sweeps, eager to be ready to take you out. Through the crack between door and wall I caught...
"Did I do something wrong...?" you ask, nervously. You look so cute in your lazy-Sunday outfit, your hair just a little unkempt, your jeans hanging tantalizingly loose with the top button undone. I eye you possessively, tracing each of your curves as you wait impatiently. I watch as you anxiously shift your weight back and forth across your bare feet. My...
Awkward would be an understatement for the way the date had gone. I'm by no means ugly, but compared to the goddess next to me I might as well be a troll. Her raven black hair stands out in sharp contrast to her pearly skin and glittering blue mini skirt. The top barely contains her massive tits and she continually gives me a look that shows she knows what I...
It was late. The mall was closing and I wanted to get out fast. The combination of cheerful perpetual daylight and the muzak version of "Smells like Teen Spirit" was depressing the hell out of me. I passed the jean store and saw you immersed in folding clothes and restoring symmetry to the displays picked clean by rapacious customers. I did a double take. I...