I never enjoyed a shower as much as the one I shared with Grandma. Running my soapy hands over her body and huge tits had my cock stiffening up in no time. Her slick soapy hands had something to do with that too. She reluctantly pulled my hands away from her, telling me she'd make it worth my while if I remained patient. Was I ever glad I did.Freshly scrubbed and dried off, I returned to the bed and waited for her. I definitely wasn't disappointed when she came out of the bathroom, wearing one of the new outfits she said she'd picked out specifically for me.My jaw dropped as I simply stared at her, her shapely hourglass figure stunningly clad in a brilliant white satin corset, with delicate bits of lace embroidery over the shiny satin. The shapely garment followed the flowing curves of her magnificent body spectacularly. The bottom of the corset kissed her wide flared hips and then nipped in to caress her slender waist before broadening out at her voluminous breasts. The heavily-stru
THE LADY GOLFERHighly Rated Chapter 1Intro: This story is about a developing love affair between Michael, a young engineering manager, and Sandra, a middle-aged conveyancing clerk that he meets on the golf course.The great thing about my shift pattern was that for three weeks every month I was free during the weekdays. This meant I could play golf every day at my local club when most of my contemporaries were at work and the only people on the two eighteen-hole courses that my club boasts were the elderly and retired. Of course there were down sides to shift working too: it played havoc with my social life, such as it was, and the night shifts messed up my sleep cycle; I've never been good at sleeping during the day.My story starts at ten-thirty on a Tuesday morning in early April. The trees and hedges hadn't greened up much yet but there was a promise of renewal and re-growth in the air and the birds were going crazy and singing their heads off. I was standing at the first tee
THE LADY GOLFER Highly Rated Chapter 2I had another mild surprise when Sandra opened the door. She was wearing a close-fitting grey wool dress which hugged her curves nicely. Lower down, her black tights showcased her sculpted calves and slim ankles, accentuated by the two-inch heels she was wearing. In short her figure was as good as I had fantasised about and a warm feeling of possibility and pleasure ebbed through me.But it was further up that the most significant changes were apparent: she was wearing her hair loose, the first time I'd see it so. It cascaded down past her shoulders in an abundant red-brown wave. It wasn't classic red hair, more of a terracotta, but it was strikingly attractive. She was also wearing much more make-up than usual. Mostly she had a bit of lipstick on and that was it. Now I hardly recognised her. Her face was a darker shade than normal and she'd spent a bit of time on her eye shadow and mascara. Bright red lipstick and a string of pearls around her
She called me into the dining room just after eight o'clock. The table was gleaming cherry wood and was set with silver cutlery and white napkins; three candelabra provided intimate illumination. I was famished, which was just as well because Sandra Roberts wasn't the world's greatest cook. It didn't help that she'd tried to go beyond her ability. But on the whole it was edible and I answered her anxious queries with assurances that it was excellent. Oddly, this failing only served to make me feel a deeper warmth for her.She wouldn't let me help clear away and tidy up so it was back to the television and listening to the background clatter as she rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. Eventually the kitchen and hall lights were switched off and she came into the lounge with the last of the Chablis. Then she went round turning off all the occasional lamps except for one next to the floral-patterned two-seater settee where I was sitting. By this time I was in a state of some cons
I added my forefinger and felt her muscles contract against me as I slid both digits in, to the knuckle, curling them to stimulate her G spot. Sandra raised her hips to meet my exploratory fingers and groaned louder. I started sliding my fingers in and out, slowly and deeply, using longer and longer strokes until I was brushing her clitoris and she was writhing and moaning. Towards the end I used my two fingertips to masturbate her and she came in a shuddering climax which crashed through her as I held her in my arms, leaving her limp and damp with sweat.We lay still for some minutes as the sunset glow faded, echoing Sandra's passion. 'Are you ok?' I asked, eventually. Her face was a dark blob in the gloom against the white of the pillows.'Oh, Michael, that was wonderful. I wanted to slow you down but I couldn't, it was just so... so intense!''Do you still want to...?' I asked softly.'Of course!'I rolled away from her and took off my Y-fronts; the crotch was soaked with my semina
It was a perfect mid-summer day. After breakfast we drove a few miles into the Wolds and changed into walking boots. The paths and byways across the English countryside were dry and almost empty of people. We stopped to kiss under the shade of mighty oaks and walked hand in hand where the path was wide enough.'Does it feel funny to you? Us, I mean,' she said as we took a break to have some coffee, sitting in the grass of a meadow.'You mean our age difference?''Mostly, yes.''I don't actually know how old you are.''No,' she laughed. 'You were very gentlemanly when it was my birthday. You never asked.' She paused. 'I'm fifty-one. What about you?''I'll be twenty-nine in September,' I said, surprised. I'd thought she was older.'Only just over twenty-two years between us then. That's less than the French President and his wife.''Or Joan Collins and her husband,' I added.'There you go then.' She suddenly went serious. 'Do you want to have a relationship with me? I mean after last ni
'I'm coming,' I gasped, by way of a warning. Sandra fastened on and sucked harder and I shot my spunk into her mouth and throat, a wave of pure pleasure and love enveloping me. Then she surprised me again by licking my cock clean and finally giving me a sticky, salty kiss.We lay together as my cock softened and I stroked her lovely body, a tender thank you for the pleasure she had given me.'You touched my bottom,' she said, suddenly.'You didn't like it?' I asked.'You've never done it before.''No, I didn't know if you liked it.''I don't know,' she said, quietly. 'Look, Michael, I was going to talk to you about it but the right moment never came up.''Talk to me about... about your bottom?' I asked, mystified.'Yes.' She raised herself on one elbow and looked at me. 'Have you done it before? Anal sex, I mean.''Yes,' I admitted, mildly embarrassed.'And did you enjoy it?''Yes.''My ex-husband wanted to do it. And I never let him. Ever. It was about the only time I stood up to him
A DAUGHTER'S NEEDHighly Rated NOTE: This story is about Father/Daughter so as usual, if not interested you should skip it.Chapter 1Brook slipped out through the front door and crept quietly around the side of the house. Her mother was in the hot tub with Tom tonight, and after listening to them play naked under her bedroom window almost nightly for the past two weeks she found herself overcome with curiosity to watch them. She'd peeked at them through the window as well, but the angle from there didn't provide the curious eighteen-year-old a very satisfying view. She wanted to see as much as she could.The compactly built young brunette wasn't used to living in a house as big as Tom's, and for that matter, she wasn't used to living with a man in the house at all. It had always just been the girl and her mother. She'd never known her father, and since Janice, her mother, had rarely mentioned him over the years the girl never had too much curiosity about him. Those times when she di
I see people narrating their experiences but well for me, it was a little bit different or should I say awkward.It was with my guy best friend since 1st grade. His name is Charlie. My best friend Mary, and I have always been close with him. We’ve always trusted each other and told each other everything. We are so comfortable with each other that Charlie has witnessed me and Mary eating each other out. Charlie and I have never had sex because he knows I prefer women, but he and Mary have had sex before, which they knew I was well aware of. Mary, Charlie and I had been back home recently for spring break. We stayed at Mary’s families beach house, but it was only us three. We hung out there for a whole week and on the second day was when it had happened. It was a Thursday night and we just had dinner about 3 hours before this happened. Mary, Charlie and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie. About an hour into the movie, Mary was falling asleep, and so she decided to go to he
When they'd been in the car, she'd had her hair up in a ponytail—now it was down, her lustrous blonde locks falling attractively down to her shoulder blades, the honey-blonde tresses framing her pretty face enchantingly. Her blue eyes shone as she turned back towards him, a playful smile turning up the corners of her wide full mouth."Already for bed, sweetie?" Peri asked as she gave him a naughty wink, coming around the bed and getting in next to him."Yes. You look nice." Spencer reply was intentionally subdued, trying to keep his arousal in check from his mother-in-law. He was barely able to take his eyes off his gorgeous wife, wishing his mother-in-law was anywhere else but here."Don't you think Mom looks nice too?""Oh Peri, Spencer doesn't need to worry himself about an old woman like me," Carole said, self-consciously crossing the room quickly and slipping into the other bed, pulling the covers up over her scantily-clad body.Spencer had automatically turned towards his mother
He grabbed his toiletry bag out of his suitcase, and took out a pair of loose boxers and t-shirt as well. He'd planned on sleeping in the nude over the weekend, hopefully to be ready to be inside his wife's tight little pussy at a moment's notice. Being sideswiped by this storm had definitely put a kink in their plans. Resigned to another night of celibacy, he took his stuff into the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping that immersing himself in a deluge of hot pelting water would help him forget the chilly outdoors."So what do you have that I can wear?" Carole asked, standing beside her daughter as the young woman rifled through her suitcase. Carole quickly spotted the colorful array of lingerie which all but filled the suitcase—not really skiing apparel. "Oh my.""Mom, Spencer and I have been working really hard. We need this weekend away.""I understand, sweetheart." Carole smiled at her daughter as she tenderly touched her arm. "I was young once.""That sounds ominous the wa
With the hazard lights flashing and the wipers going like a turbo-charged metronome, Spencer crept along slowly until he came to the next road. Happy to at least be off the main freeway, he breathed a sigh of relief as he took the curving ramp to the side road, coming shortly after that to a gas station."I've gotten gas here before," he said. "There's a motel just down the road a bit, if I remember right." Continuing at a crawl, ten minutes later they spotted the flickering neon sign of the motel, but they couldn't read it clearly until they were right under it."The Olde Log Inn," Peri read out loud as they drove by at a snail's pace."Well, I imagine it's not The Ritz," Spencer said, squinting to find the unit with the 'OFFICE' light over the door. "But anything's better than trying to get through this snow." He pulled up next to the office and dropped the car into park. "I'll be right back."As soon as Spencer closed the door behind him, Carole leaned forward, resting her arm on t
"Uh, that was the cream-filled you wanted, right Carole?""Yes. Thanks, Spencer," the attractive middle-aged woman said from the backseat. She reached forward and took the offered donut from her son-in-law."And here's you cruller, babe." Spencer handed another donut to his wife as he climbed into the car, brushing the accumulation of snow off his shoulders. "Jesus, this snow is pretty bad. We better get going before it gets worse.""Here's your coffee, Mom." Peri turned in the seat and handed one of the cups back to her mother, and set Spencer's and hers in the cup holders in the front console. "Yeah, it seems to be getting worse since we left the house fifteen minutes ago," Peri said, looking out through the windshield as she fastened her seat belt. "Hopefully it's clearer once we get out of this streamer. I've been looking forward to this weekend away for a month now. The weather better not screw with our plans." She gave her husband a naughty look and winked at him, unseen by her
I didn’t hear the bedroom door open, but the next thing I know, right as I’m pulling out and grabbing my cock to ejaculate, Cheryl is standing next to the bed. Topless, just in her skirt, she smiles as she watches me cum. My first shot of sperm fired up Maggie’s back, with six or seven long ropes firing out after that.“Sorry, good timing, huh?” Cheryl giggled. “I just needed to get some condoms.” She fished around in the nightstand drawer and pulled out a couple.She glanced back at the door, then whispered, “Let me help you with that.” She set the condoms down and proceeded to scoop my cum up from Maggie’s back, gathering it all in her right hand. She held her hand to Maggie’s mouth and Mags licked and slurped it from her fingers and palm.“Your boy is a kinky one,” Cheryl commented, referring to Don. “I think he bats for both teams, he will probably like this.” She rubbed the remnants of my cum into her breasts.Maggie rolled over to kiss me as Cheryl shut the door behind her. She
ThursdayI couldn’t see Maggie on Thursday as we had to cram for our class project. When I called in the evening she did play-complain about not being able to sit all day. Then she surprised me.“Why don’t I pick up you and your spy-friend and we’ll go over to Cheryl's place tomorrow.”“Cheryl from the restaurant? Wow.”“Yeah, we’ve been talking. I can pretty much guarantee your friend will get laid as long as he doesn’t look like Lon Chaney. What does he look like?”“Lon Chaney, Junior.”“Bring some Wild Turkey, then.”FridayDon was so excited about getting laid, and by a woman, no less. But I kept him under control and we managed to evade the other guys for Maggie to pick us up. Don was very impressed when he saw Maggie, giving me the thumbs up from the back seat.We got to Cheryl's place and it was pretty swingin’. A three-story complex, there seemed to be a couple of parties going on each floor. Blue Moon and Runaway were competing on the first, Elvis and Roy Orbison clashed on t
She covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Is he gonna say anything?”“No no no, it’s fine. He’s a buddy and I saved his ass more than a couple of times. He will be cool. But, he did want to meet you. Said he wanted to meet the woman who could thaw out the ‘Iceman’, meaning me.”“Oh! Well… okay. But I don’t want him to cut into too much of our time together.”“No, I sure don’t either. I’ll figure something out.”Cheryl came back with two scoops of Neapolitan ice cream and the check. I inwardly cringed at the $3.87 bill, even with the free ice cream. That was lunch for the next three weeks. Ouch.“What’s that on the back, Johnny?”I smirked as I turned the check over.“It’s a phone number.”~~~A film of sweat covered each of our bodies despite a ceiling fan blowing over us. Maggie had cum three times and I had one under my belt. Maggie licked my chest, then down my stomach, collecting some on her tongue and swallowing it.“I love how you taste, Johnny. All of you.
I was terrified. The only way to keep a secret is to kill everyone who knows it. That seemed extreme for this situation, but I considered it, briefly. I relaxed my hold on old Don.“Don. We’re friends.” We had been in the same squadron a couple of years ago on the Hancock. “You can’t say anything--”“Johnny, it’s covered. I’m only talking to you now cuz all the other guys are gone. Hey, you saved my ass there in Po City. I haven’t forgotten.”I did save his ass. He would’ve gotten drummed out of the Navy after what happened in Olangapo. The Navy frowns upon their officers committing lewd acts in public. And they frown even deeper when said officer gets arrested and is going to miss his boat’s departure. Enlisted men get busted down a rank. Officers get asked to resign.“You damn right I saved your ass. Don, if this ever got out…”“Never.”“I mean ever. So help me…”“I know, Johnny. I know. Don’t worry. How’d you meet her?”While I told him the story of the golf outing, he sat, enthral