Sex in Montpellier

*Chapter 3: The Sequel*

Linda opened her eyes and looked at the clock again which read 1:15 A.M.

“Damn,” she thought, “An hour and 15 minutes.”

She had been laying in her bed, tossing and turning for an hour and 15 minutes and growing more frustrated by the minute. There was something inherently unfair here. She had been looking forward to hosting her friend Maggie and her daughter Ellen for the past week, and it had turned to pure ecstasy. Her friend had reawakened her long dormant sexuality, reacquainted her with sensations she thought she would never experience again. Carried away in the euphoria, Linda had been a willing accomplice in the scheme conjured up by Maggie’s daughter to manipulate Linda’s young tenant David into providing the raw sexual lust and energy her friend had so deeply desired. Vividly recalling David’s young, lean body powering his stiff cock into her friend’s sopping pussy, she had initially been ecstatic to see her friend’s desires so completely satiated. Now, alone again she was left with her own renewed sexual energy and no means to satisfy it save the vibrator her friend had given her which she was using more and more, and satisfying her less and less. (continue reading…)

One evening after looking at the pictures of the women at my favorite adult exhibitionist site for a little while, I decided to see if I could connect with any of the local women members. I used the site’s search engine to look for females in Arizona between 40 and 60. A number of names came up including a few with pictures and one that I liked with just a profile picture.

Sandi’s profile said she was 53(same as me). She was cute, in good shape, had a pretty smile, and she looked like she kept herself nice. Her nails were done and her hair was cut very sexy. She had filled out her profile and it was interesting. I thought, “I’ll send her an email and see what happens”. (continue reading…)

I was in a state of sexual anticipation, remembering our first encounter through an online sex site. After exchanging a few messages and pics, we agreed to meet at a restaurant one evening to see if we wanted to take things further.

I arrived wearing a loose, low-cut pink blouse over a black skirt slit to my thigh. You approached me in a dress with a plunging neckline that fitted tightly under your boobs, accentuating their fullness and easily permitting me to see your black silk push up bra. Your thigh was exposed almost to your knickers and drew my eyes like a magnet. If nothing else there was certainly an electric visual attraction between us. My eyes roamed freely over your curves, anticipating seeing more and I noticed yours appraising me, as well. I thought that, for being in our early 40’s, we looked pretty hot. (continue reading…)

I was 17 when my family moved from Denver Colorado to Houston Texas. And I was NOT happy about it. Leaving my lifetime friends, everything I had ever known, moving into a 2-story house in a Hot as Hell place called Houston. I knew no one, only a month from graduation. My life sucked! I did graduate late at 18, but not from the School I had wanted to, my friends and I stayed in touch through the Internet and sometimes phone calls. What I missed most though was my girlfriend Misty. Damn she was beautiful, Long Blonde Hair, Deep Blue Eyes and the hottest body in our town, well, their town now. I was a Houstonite now. Shit it sounds like a Space Rock or something. (continue reading…)

When he died she thought her world had come to an end. He was only 42,the same age as herself and he had battled with his illness bravely for the past 6 years. She had been the devoted wife, nursing him, caring for him, always there for him.

He had been her first real boyfriend. They had grown up together in a quiet country village, dated and then married and lived all their married life on his family farm.

Their lives were quiet and uncomplicated. Devoted to each other. Their courtship was traditional and their was no question of sex before the wedding night. He was always gentle and they quickly settled into a routine, enjoying each others bodies every 2 to 3 weeks. she never knew nor wanted anything more. Even in the past 6 years as his illness meant no physical pleasure she put it out of her mind and banished any small lingering need she felt. (continue reading…)

The first several weeks of college passed in a blur of new friends, difficult classes, studying, and the occasional party. Mike found himself generally too busy to be homesick even though this was really the first time he had been away from his parents and hometown for more than a couple of nights.

His biggest adjustment to college was the general lack of privacy of dorm life. He went from having his house to himself virtually every weekend to having to share a small room with another person all the time. Fortunately, he and his roommate got along pretty well and enjoyed hanging out together. (continue reading…)

As Betty took my place in the chair I got down on my knees. By now Betty had removed her robe and sat naked in the chair. She positioned her ass near the edge of the chair and spread her legs wide. From my position I could see the lips of Betty’s pussy. There was no doubt that Betty was excited. As her clit grew I was amazed at its size. It was a good inch long and as thick as my forefinger.

Placing my hands on her knees I began to softly lick and kiss the inside of her legs. The first time my lips made contact with her flesh I felt a shiver go through her body and she moaned. My tongue and lips slowly continued their journey up the inside of her legs. (continue reading…)

“In Ch. 1, I met a mature lady, Emma, who became my lover; she left for Florida in October 1963; before she left, she introduced me to Bev.”

November 1963: I had not heard from Emma since she moved to Florida; I assumed she was busy with her new life. Two weeks after Emma left for Florida, on a Wednesday evening, I went to Charly”s. After I sat at the bar, I saw Bev talking to May, the blonde, mature, waitress. When she saw me, she smiled and said warmly:

“Hi Billy, nice to see you. Sit next to me. This”s my friend, May,” and introduced me to the blonde waitress. (continue reading…)

“Hi, how are you?”

I’d always had a soft spot for Rita the barmaid at our local village pub in Devon, England. I’d often pop down for an early beer when she opened up at 6.30 and usually it would just be the two of us for an hour or so. Like many village pubs in the UK, business was a little slow these days.

Rita was a grandmother of 59, some 18 years older than I was. She was about 5′4″ and could never have been described as a looker with short, mousy brown hair and thick glasses.

We had known each other for around fifteen years and always got on well in a fairly superficial sort of way. Usually she talked and I listened, occasionally sneaking a glance at her breasts as we chatted. (continue reading…)

*Chapter 4: Lucy and Joey*

“In “Loving Rita,” I and Rita, my 58 years old neighbor on Lake Lausanne became lovers; in Ch. 2, Maria and Brian became lovers; in Ch. 3, Lucy, Rita’s friend is loved by young Joey. In this chapter, Joey and Lucy continue to be lovers. Hope you enjoy this story; please don’t forget to vote. Thanks. Andru.”

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As young Joey drove home from Tony’s restaurant, Lucy talked about her friendship with Rita:

“After her husband, Calvin, died, Rita and Chris became lovers; Chris was a widower and a friend. I heard Chris is making love to her just about every day he is with her; he is younger than her,” paused, giggled, and cooed: (continue reading…)