Sex in Montpellier

We were both in our underwear, getting dressed for the party. Susan was in her lacey black bra and panties, and her gorgeous figure was making me lose my concentration. Freshly showered, she was standing facing the mirror, with one hip cocked to the side, her head over to the other side. Her shiny, jet-black hair swayed as the brush stroked from the top of her head down to the bottom of her mane, by her elbow.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I whispered across the room, “You”re going to be a knockout at this party.” She looked in her mirror and smiled a wide, sloe-eyed smile. I knew we were due at the party in an hour, but her slender legs, wide hips and graceful full ass cheeks made my head a little foggy. “I”m getting stoned on you,” I said. Married for almost 15 years, I couldn”t believe how hot she still made me. The kids were already at Grammy”s, and the part was an entire hour away. (continue reading…)

“I don’t know if we can make it work,” was the flat response from the other end of the line. I looked at my phone in irritation; was it possible that people were just this dense? The deal couldn’t possibly have been any better, with minimal risk and up front investment, and a large profit potential.

“That’s fine,” I said after a moment. “I’ll keep looking around and you can hang on to my number in case you change your mind.” And that was that. It was the third rejection in five weeks, ever since I had decided to finally make a real effort to bring my erotic ideas into the mainstream adult entertainment world in the form of videos. (continue reading…)

Jacinta knew Steve was watching her. Whenever she was within his visual range and that was much of the time his eyes were on her. She had noticed it often before when he visited their house to see her son Harry, but never had it been as intense as this

There was nothing she could really complain of. Steve was polite and helpful – more polite and helpful than her son Harry – but he always seemed to be there, wherever she happened to be.

It was a comfort to have Harry there but she would rather have had her husband Justin there as well, but he had to leave her at the shack with the two boys and return to town to attend to his business. Had she been alone with Steve would have she feared what might happen. (continue reading…)

A quick review of part one. I am a CPA from a small college town in Pennsylvania who rented out rooms in my house to five college females. There was Amy, Erica, Samantha and the soccer girls Becky and Sue. In Part One, I had a wild unexpected encounter with Samantha (wheelchair bound) in her room while the other girls were out.

Classes started for the girls and things seemed to settle down a little. Since I work out of my house I took it upon myself to drive Samantha to her first class. She worked her schedule to take all her classes back to back so that she was gone most of the day. Being this was the fall sports season, Becky and Sue were also gone the whole day, with soccer practice, classes and required group study. This left Amy and Erica coming and going throughout the day. (continue reading…)

As many of you know if you have read my stories I was married for over thirty five years to a guy that knew nothing about sex except to jump on and off. Well that is the way he was with me. How he did it with other women I don’t know…

After I become a widow I met a guy named Don and he showed what I had been missing all these years. But he also died too young and then I met Denny. Oh, shit this guy knew everything and had done every thing and loved to do it more than any one I ever met after him… and I did meet a few after him. Hell I met a lot of guys after him and this is just one story about how into sex I was at fifty six or was it fifty eight… I am way past that now so it really don’t matter much how old I was back when I sold my house and moved out to the country. (continue reading…)

I had been talking with a guy from near Branson for about 6 months, he was divorced and had a son staying with him He seemed to be a real nice guy and was in his late 30s, his son was 18. Well one evening I received a chat request from him and as we talked, he invited me to come down to Branson on the following weekend to meet and go out, we had exchanged a number of pictures and even some nudes so I was interested in meeting him, my husband was out of town again on business so that was no problem and the drive was only about 6 hours so I said yes. I told him I could come down on Friday afternoon and would need to come back on Sunday afternoon, he said great and told me to go to a guarded parking lot in the main part of Branson’s show district and that he would meet me there with his car. I agreed and started packing a suitcase for my trip. (continue reading…)

*George:*

I must be crazy. I stood outside of Arthur’s front door, with my luggage, hesitating before ringing the bell.

Arthur and I, internet friends, corresponded by e-mail and had opened a line of communication hard to accommodate in the everyday give and take of friendship. We confessed to failings, both physical and moral, that we dare not reveal to our closest friends.

I had told him about my masturbatory habits and my erection problems. He had confessed to a certain yen to watch women pee. Both had a fascination for older women. We had infrequent or no meaningful sex with our wives. We had exchanged nude photographs of them. Recently, Arthur had emailed, “Wouldn’t you like to fuck my wife?” (continue reading…)

*Chapter 5: Betsy, part 1*

Betsy followed me home, but once inside my apartment she seemed a little hesitant. “Having second thoughts?”

“No, I’m just not sure how I should proceed. I’m breaking new ground here and I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, we didn’t come here to play cards, checkers or chess. We both know why we are here and we both know the mechanics of that so I guess a reasonable place to start would be to take our clothes off.”

“What, no romance? No hugs or kisses, just get to it?” (continue reading…)

“Maybe Mr. Smith would like to tell us what he thinks.” I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the voice of my teacher. Realising I had been daydreaming again she’d spotted me and brought it to the attention of everyone else in the lecture hall, much to my reddening embarrassment.

“Sorry Miss, I was miles away” I apologised.

“You certainly were Mr Smith, see me afterwards please.” A derisory cheer went up from everyone else as I tried to return my focus to her lecture. The problem was, and what she had failed to realise, what that she, Miss Hayes, was actually the subject of my daydreaming fantasies. (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…)