You can find Part 1 of this story under County Fair Voyeur Chapter 1 Where was I… I had left the seating area of the arena. I knew I had to be quick, but what I wanted to do wouldn’t take too much time. My goal was to feel the inside of this beautiful clarinetist’s bra. I wanted to touch the portion of the bra that held and supported her beautiful breasts...
I'd been fishing at the old water hole for years. Nothing changed as far activity went. The same old regular busy days, slow days and dead days. This insight is what lead me to believe it perfect for our anniversary shoot. Vicky my wife of thirty-six years agreed to a public photo shoot for our anniversary. As long as the place was out of sight, quiet and pr...
You'd decided by the 2nd full evening of our stay at the festival that I'd had enough time to acclimatize to the openness of the people and event. You could tell by our lovemaking in our tent that night that I was highly charged by the sights and sounds surrounding us, and that I needed some taming. After we'd both climaxed, as you held me in your arms, you...
I pulled to a stop at the end of the long dirt road before a small clearing, bordered by tall trees. I had escaped from my boring job, and planned to spend an entire week alone, in the peace and solitude of nature. There were nearby mountains to hike up during the day, and a nice nearby lake to cool myself off in when it got hot. I planned to do a lot of hik...
(Sometimes I have fantasies that I could not and would not ever share with my hubby. They are just too naughty and over the edge. I am always shocked when one of these ultra-dirty scenes somehow invades my mind and captivates me. This brief story is one such fantasy. Michael will never know about it. I would NEVER act on it. It is edgy arousals such as the...
Festival Refuge Copyright Oggbashan August 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ It was the early 1960s. The three of us, Ge...
"Are you serious?!" Kelly exclaimed. "He was such a jackass in high school!" "Yeah, but it's Ryan's best friend. If I had known it was going to be an issue I would have told you sooner, I'm sorry!" Jennifer replied. Jen had just told Kelly that Kyle was going to be coming on the camping trip with them. Jen and Ryan had been dating for the past year, and d...
I arrived at the rally bathed in glorious summer sun. There were more than 300 bikes expected to attend this year, and if last year’s rally was anything to go by no one would be disappointed. I unpacked the Harley and pitched the tent in the corner of the field. It was early afternoon and there were only three other tents rigged. I sipped a beer as I admire...
Denny and John were nudists and used every opportunity to be naked. They never imposed on anyone else, preferring to be with their own group of nudists, but they were never ashamed of what they did and would readily talk about it if anyone raised a question about their activities. Of course this didn't mean they couldn't have ordinary friends like Kath and m...
I She could not believe that it was only the beginning of May and she was pitching a tent. Finals week had just ended and a couple of her friends wanted to go on a week long fishing trip. She was not sure exactly why they made her go with them other than the fact that they stunk at cooking. The least that they could have done would have been to help her set...