He walked into the room. The smell was a light hint of her perfume. It made him think back, back to all the memories they had created together. He looked at her. Her long brown hair, blue eyes, and smooth milky skin. How beautiful he remembered her from their youth. She was still beautiful, but beauty changes over time. Now it was the beauty of a mature woman. A woman having given birth to his four children. As she leaned over the bassinet of the youngest, his son, he smiled. The way she smiled at their son, the love she gazed upon him. It made her beauty gleam, and he wanted to take her in his arms.It was erotic to him as well. For she stood there, having just bathed, in her black lace tanga panties. Her skin still seemed to shine a little from being wet in the bath. It was as smooth as baby skin with lotion drenching every pore hungering of thirst. The sweet smell of the lotion made his mind sink into smells of pure sexual lust. Every curve he could see, every scent he could smell
It was a cool spring night. As we started our drive home, a fine mist of rain started to fall upon the windshield of our car. My lover leaned toward me, kissing me gently on the cheek and then rested her head on my shoulder. We had just left our favorite restaurant and were just enjoying each other's company. It was her thought that we were heading home. As our car passed under the streetlights, I watched the shadows travel across her beautiful legs and then over her smooth, soft chest. She was dressed in a short, black mini skirt with a high slit over her left thigh. I could occasionally catch a glimpse of the diamond-trimmed garter she was wearing. Her heels were spiked with a gold tip and fringe that swayed off the back of her heels as she walked; she wore only a black jacket, with a lace, push up bra beneath. The jacket allowed me a beautiful view of her body. Her eyes were closed, and the car was silent as we presumably traveled home.I stopped the car in front of a closed pool
Tonight is Jeff Woods’s birthday party and you’re excited. You are crazy hot for him. Every time you think of him your heart flutters. If you’re alone, your fingers inevitably find their way between your legs and your panties soon become a wet mess. You resist the urge this time and instead start thinking of what to wear.You take a look at your collection and find just the perfect thing, a very short, red skirt that barely skims past your beautiful ass and a G-string to go with it. You top it off with a sleeveless black blouse that emphasizes your boobs and you are raring to go. You chuckle while imagining yourself wearing it. You just have to remember not to bend over, so as not to give everyone a memory to cherish.At around 8pm you knock on Jeff’s door. His best friend Wayne opens it and runs his eyes over you.“You look good enough to eat, Indy,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes.Wayne has been trying to flirt with you ever since you met him but you don’t think he is serious so
You have a slightly difficult relationship with Ashley’s friend Daniella. This is due to the fact that you desperately want to fuck her, and she knows it. She discovered your feelings a while ago when she caught you wanking into a pair of her panties. For some reason, this did not endear you to her. These days her attitude toward you is a mixture of pity and contempt, but that doesn’t stop her prick-teasing you mercilessly when your wife isn’t around.You’ve tried to suppress your feelings for the sake of your wife, but you find yourself thinking about Daniella all the time. In fact, you’ve become obsessed with seeing her naked. She’s got a beautiful big round ass that you’d love to squeeze and spank.One day Daniella catches you trying to sneak a peek up her skirt. She rolls her eyes.“Did you get a good look, Chris?” she teases. She quickly checks that no one else can see, then bends over, tugging up her skirt to reveal her panty-clad bottom. She reaches around and gives one cheek a
Jeff stumbles backward as you push him up against the wall in the darkened room. “Hey, what the-”“Shut up,” you reply, pinning him with your forearm across his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his heavy breathing. He’s been taken by surprise.“Uh… okay.”“Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” you hiss, your face so close he can feel your breath on his neck.“I don’t know what you mean…” he replies, unsure where this is going.“I don’t know what you mean,” you mimic. “Don’t play innocent. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me. Staring at my tits-”“No, I…”“-peeking up my skirt! I’m just a sex object to you, aren’t I?”Jeff shakes his head, but he knows he’s been busted. “Indy, I’m sorry if it looked like that to you, but-”“Oh give me a break! Everyone noticed that boner you’ve been packing!” You roughly grab his cock through his pants, finding his bulge still semi-hard in your palm.Jeff gasps and freezes. At this point it must be unclear to him where this is heading. One possib
The truck that backfires in front of Jeff’s window rudely ends his slumber, and as his head falls back into his pillow he gives vent to a sincere wish that its owner might experience everlasting torture in hellfire for their transgression. He sleepily turns over to check his phone, resigning himself to the acknowledgement that the sunlight streaming through his window will not let him go back to sleep. Turning off his alarm, he unplugs his phone and lets it fall to the bed. Through the wall, he can hear water running, an indicator that his girlfriend, Tia, is still in the shower. Without cause to get up, he welcomes the opportunity to stay under the covers, enjoying the sensation of soft fabric against his body.Once again, Jeff curses the rude awakening that the truck has given him, robbing the last few minutes of his rest. He had been having such a good dream too. You and he had been watching a movie, he can’t remember which, and he is pretty sure aliens had come to steal your popc
I first noticed "him" in the adjacent car lane while stuck in the morning commute. It was a very chilly fall morning, and smoke was drifting out his open driver-side window. My first thought was, "Wow, that guy really has a problem if he's willing to freeze his nuts off just for a quick smoke." It was at that moment that he glanced over at me.Oh, my God! He had the most beautiful, soulful eyes, and when he noticed my prissy expression, he gave me a crooked smile and, with a nod of his head, flicked his cigarette butt out the window. Oh, my Lord, that smile was lethal, and my heart took a nosedive. He had a "bad boy" look about him. And, even though I turned away, I was drawn to him by some strange, magnetic force. I should explain that I am not prone to flights of fancy.I am the level-headed one of my group. I am the cautious one, the responsible one, the boring one. I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread.Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started movin
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