I swim at an outdoor pool every day, here in Tel Aviv. I'm an architect working for myself, so have time to choose when I swim, and that's usually midday or a little later at around two, so I can get a morning's work done. I'm friendly with a few people at the pool and make the usual small talk, but it's mostly a short stay in the sun, a two-kilometer swim, and then back to the office for a light lunch and back to work. Last Thursday, my schedule was really changed, and here's the reason why. I was sitting in the sun for fifteen minutes pre-swim, checking some messages on my phone, which isn't easy to do in the sun, its rays reflecting off the small screen. A woman took a chair near mine. I hadn't seen her before and understood that she was a visitor rather than one of the members.She wore a one-piece costume, which I always find attractive, cut high over the hips, and had the body of a regular swimmer. I'm fifty, in good shape, as I swim every day. I think she was perhaps a few year
You’re out of town travelling and feeling lonely. Lying back on your hotel bed, you begin to fantasize about Lucy. She’s a friend of your girlfriend and you frequently picture her whenever you feel like a quick wank. She’d probably die if she knew how many tissues you’ve impregnated while thinking about her gloriously big, rounded ass.But this time a wank isn’t going to be enough. You pick up your smartphone and Google for an escort. Why the hell not — you’re a long way from home and no-one will ever know.The Internet is a wonderful thing. Just over an hour later there’s a knock at the door. Amazingly you’ve managed to keep your hand off it while you were waiting.Okay, this next part is going to seem highly improbable…You open the door and are shocked and amazed to find Lucy herself standing in the hallway. She’s wearing a short, figure-hugging red dress that barely contains her tits. The dress is so short it reveals most of her stocking-tops. Not her usual style at all.“Lucy? Wh
Beth was a 25 year old French Canadian figuring skating coach at the rink I worked at when I was 21. She came from money, and spent her entire youth chasing an Olympic dream she never realized, but it produced an amazing athletic body. I watched her for a few weeks, wondering what her story was, when my friend Jim said he knew she liked me. That’s because he was hooking up with Meg, a 28 year old, married skating coach, and she told him. The 4 of us went to lunch one day and there big time sparks, despite one minor detail, Beth was engaged to a rich guy from her hometown in Canada. Their families were the type that made sure blue bloods married each other. Her fiance worked about 30 minutes away, and I eventually found out that she lived the excitement of possibly getting caught by him.A few nights later Beth came with me to a bar after my hockey game, then back to my tiny 1 bedroom apartment. She asked if I would be willing to just do oral, at least for a while, and maybe sex down
Andrea tore open the sachet and emptied the white powder into her glass. Immediately she caught a whiff of something unpleasant and she recoiled involuntarily.“Are you sure I can’t offer you anything?” asked her friend Stephanie, munching on a chocolate doughnut.Andrea shook her head. It was typical of Stephanie to try to tempt her with sugary treats just when she was about to start another diet. And it was typical of Andrea to firmly resist.“You know you’re not actually fat, right?” continued Stephanie cheerily. “So what if your butt looks a little big in that dress? You normally look fine. Just don’t wear stuff that’s so clingy…”“Great. Thanks for that,” replied Andrea sarcastically, giving her friend a mildly annoyed look.“Sorry,” said Stephanie, trying to look contrite while sucking icing off her thumb. “You know, I think it’s really cool how you have so much willpower. I couldn’t do it. So what’s that stuff again?”“It’s a new meal-replacement shake. You can’t get it here ye
Stephanie extricated herself from the swimsuit and pulled a black lace bra and matching panties out of a bag. She pulled the panties on while facing away from Andrea, and so was unaware of her friend’s lustful staring. The panties were semi-transparent and a seam ran up the back so that they hugged all the curves of her bottom. Then she wriggled into the bra, which was similarly sheer. Her perky nipples were clearly visible through it.“What do you think of these? Too sexy?” Stephanie asked, performing a little pirouette. Then she saw what her friend was doing and she gasped in shock, her graceful dance-move ending in a clumsy stumble. Andrea had thrown herself back on the bed with her skirt around her waist and her hand was moving very vigorously inside her soaking panties.“Jesus fucking Christ, Andrea, what the hell are you doing?” Stephanie cried.Andrea’s face was bright red with embarrassment. “Stephanie … sorry… something’s wrong… can’t help it!” she gasped as she convulsed wit
I connect my phone to my speaker and turn on some music. I untie my robe and I let it fall off of my body and I walk towards the shower.I open the glass door of the shower entrance and walk in. The water hits my bare body and I groan at the warmth of it.I grab some soap and slowly rub it on my body with a loofah. I rinse myself off and begin washing my hair with shampoo and then conditioner.Someone knocks on the glass door and I jump. I quickly spin around with wide eyes but soon relax when I realize it’s my fiancé Brenden.He has a towel wrapped around his waist and he drops it and underneath, he is very much naked. I bite my lip with tinted cheeks and I see his cock makes itself known.“May I join you?” I quickly nod and he smirks. He opens the shower door and he walks in, standing behind me.“How was your day?” I whisper, rinsing the last of the conditioner out of my black hair.“Stressful, but it’s better now that I’m here with you,” he whispers back. He’s always had a way with
I wrap my arms around my beautiful girlfriend as we watch the show that's playing on our flat-screen TV. She and I are comfortably cuddling with each other as we watch I Am Not Okay With This. Instead of focusing on the TV, Avery decides on grinding her ass against my pussy. My chest rises and falls rapidly as she continues to arouse me. "Avery," I mumble and he hums in response. "If you don't stop that I'm going to take you to the bedroom," I warn. Instead of stopping, she stands up and makes eye contact with me. She takes her pants off leaving her bottom half in black lace underwear. She pulls her shirt off, revealing her black lace bra. "Take me please," she whispers. I waste no time in grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to our bedroom. I push her down on the bed and she watches me take my clothes off with pink cheeks. I take all of my clothes off, leaving me completely bare in front of her. I slowly walk over to her making sure my breasts bounce with each teasing step.
I imagined trudging into his office and slamming the door shut. Before he could ask me what I was doing, I’d take of my shirt. Then I’d walk over and sit on him, and kiss him. Let him remove my bra. He’d have a hand on my back and the other on the back of my head. That way I couldn’t back out. I’d pull off his shirt and work with his belt. Once the fly was down he’d carry me onto his desk, and we’d work together to push off all the papers. Then he’d pull out his cock, and quickly pull down my underwear. He’d be so horny that my panties would only be at my knees and he’d penetrate. Then he’d pump as hard as he could and I’d moan as loud as I wanted to. Who cares who hears? I’d squeeze the cum out of him. It would be something that seemed perpetual. And, no, there’s no part where I imagine us putting our clothes back on. We wouldn’t. Instead, we’d try some more; on the floor, me sitting on him, me against the wall. We’d fuck our brains out. These scenes repeated and altered themselve