Camelia couldn’t wait to get home. Clutching her Gucci handbag firmly and clicking her Manolo Blanhik stilettos maniacally against the concrete, she waited impatiently for the public bus to arrive. She normally took a cab, but, inexplicably, she wanted to take the bus today. Perhaps her lapsed choice in public transport was due to the disastrous day she’d ha...
Not only was this Our first vacation in years, but it was Our first time to a nude beach. Jean was clearly nervous. She has never been comfortable being nude in public, so She had Her towel draped over Her shoulders as We walked out onto the sand. Her amazing ass was the only thing that could be seen clearly. Holding the towel over Her bald pussy with Her l...
Nobody sitting around the boardroom table had a clue I was pantiless. Dressed in my Gucci Navy suit I was the image of conservatism. Beneath the knee-length skirt I was naked from the top of my stockings to my waist. Seven of the firm's top executives sat around the long oak table. R.W. Morgan, Chairman of the Board sitting at the head and Gove Merritt, the...
When asked what he wanted, Valen held Sue's eyes, asked for Sex in the Driveway, and chuckled. She grinned the whole time she prepared it. He took a deep sip of his drink while lingering, staring into my wife's beautiful blue eyes. "Didn't you get enough of my wife when her sister was here?" I teased. "I enjoyed both their lovely naked bodies then, as they...
(Read Good morning India for the background of Kira s adventures) * A few years ago, Kira was the happy wife of Dan. They were visiting for the first time India and they were unexpectedly invited to the wedding of one of the nieces of Prince Kyrhan, a very influential official occupying a high rank in the federation of India government. His interest was aw...
Hi. This is my first story. Please feel free to email me if you like it. Thank you for reading it. My name is Ashley. I'm 22, five foot six, 120 pounds, with shoulder length black hair, dark eyes, and a complexion that is best described as tan. My breasts are what usually grab men's attention. I've been blessed with firm, high 34D cups. I have also been tol...
In 1972 I was a white teenager, in Georgia, dating a black man. Well, he was 18, too, but a man. In retrospect, I may have been crazy on several levels. You can be the judge. One day we had been out just riding around in his Plymouth Duster. We decided to stop in a city park and hang out for a bit. We kept a blanket in the trunk for just such occasions. I c...
I sat there in the stall, the stockings tight on my legs, trying to catch my breath. I ached for some release and slowly started stroking myself. My other hand played with my nipple, twisting it hard. The stall door was still locked. I peered out of the holes in the side of the stall but no-one else was around yet. My wife had caught me indulging in my nasty...
My husband of 19 years was going through middle-age-crazy, or at least that was how I described it. He would get turned on watching me flirt with guys at parties or at the club where we would sometimes go to dance on the weekends. He was always on me to dress sexier and sexier and to show more 'flesh' when we would go out. After 19 years of marriage and two...
The club was crowded, typical for a Saturday night. As you tried to make your way to the bar, you wondered why you agreed to him, a perfect stranger. Figuring that a public place like this would be safe, you told him to be there at 10 pm, and to look for you, the one wearing a white tube top, a long, loose fitting brown skirt and red bracelet. You in tur...