"Um... hi," said the girl, her teeth chattering and her breath visible. With her hair matted by the rain and her clothes soaked all the way through, she looked miserable. "Hi," he replied, unable to keep himself from staring at her. Then he regained his composure. "Please, come in," he smiled. "I hate to see you standing out in the rain like that." She nodded gratefully and entered. As he closed the door behind her, she stared around the living room, looking a little nervous. It made sense, of course. She had never been in his home before. "I hope you don't mind," she told him. "I'm your neighbor from across the street."
Pretty little Leslie Weaver needed sex, and she needed it badly. As she lay in bed with her hand down the front of her panties, she decided she would have to do something about it soon. Lately her fingers just weren't doing the job. Whoever said that men were more driven by their hormones than women had obviously never met Leslie. Ever since that first time that she had touched herself, she had needed it more and more. Like this morning, for instance. She had already gotten herself off once, but it had done little to quench her desires. All it did was leave her yearning for more.
I was a little drunk when I saw her. She was the demonic soon-to-be ex-wife of my buddy Tommy, and I supported his decision to get the hell out of there wholeheartedly. Theresa was an Olympic-caliber bitch, who constantly was up and all over Tommy's ass for no good reason, incessantly complaining about him to my wife and all the other yentas in the neighborhood, and generally going out of her way to make his life a living hell during every hour spent awake. I helped him move out. Hell, it was time for Tommy to get going before she did him in.
It was a crazy kind of situation. Larry Abell was sent by his company for training to Lancaster, Pennsylvania, which is sort of crazy just to start. Major computer center and all. But there was some sort of convention in town that January, and the hotel he was taking the training at had overbooked, and when he got there his room was gone. So that hotel gave him a free room at another hotel... many miles away. The second hotel was glad to see them. (The them being Larry and a woman who also got bumped out.) They served a ski-resort, and expected a big crowd in less than a week. This week, though, they were hurting for business, with a third of the rooms in their main building taken.
When I was 18 my parents kicked me out of their house with a bag of clothes, a bus pass and $500. I had no idea what to do but knew I deserved to be kicked out I had a bad habit of doing coke and stealing their money to support my habit. As I walked towards the bus stop I knew I was fucked and I didn't know where I was going. It was 9 pm when I got on the bus and I knew they stopped running at 11pm. I fell asleep in the back of the bus and before I knew it the driver told me we were as far as he went. The red light district it seemed normal during the day but everyone from around the area knew not to accidentally find themselves there at night. And yet there I was.
I had just gotten done with baseball practice and I was exhausted. It was a strenuous workout, and I was looking forward to getting a good night sleep. My teammate Jeff dropped me off at the foot of the driveway. I could barely step out of his dodge pickup truck I was so sore. We had lost two games in a row, so our coaches were pissed off and made us run like crazy. I told Jeff goodbye and limped up our short driveway. We had recently moved into a new subdivision where all of the houses looked like something you'd see in a Disney movie.
My wife Anne and I have been married for several years - overall a great relationship, very open about our desires, etc., but with little energy or time to act on them with little kids always underfoot. When we get away on vacation, it's like we're able to live a different life, free from the monotony of work and family. I always think my wife is sexy, but it's during these trips that I realize just hot she really is. For the visual: she's 5-8, blonde, large breasts and in great shape. I'm no slouch either but the trip we recently took wasn't about me.
Her eyes shut even more tightly at his threatening words. She wasn't a virgin but she wasn't terribly off from it. She'd only had one serious boyfriend and a single one night stand. She'd fucked her boyfriend many times but he wasn't all that adventurous and stuck to simple positions that had her on her back or on her knees. It had mostly been on her knees with her riding him or him doing her doggy style. He'd never tried to fuck her in the ass though she'd wanted him to. He'd said it went against his religion because they weren't married. It hadn't lasted long after that.
Naomi groaned as she tried to lift the case of Jack Daniels and make it up the steep stairs from the basement to the bar. She'd been working at the nightclub for about two weeks and nothing she seemed to do made her boss happy. She needed the job though and worked as hard as she could. Mitch saw every little fuck up, every thing that went wrong he was right there for but if something went right, there was no sign of him. He berated her constantly telling her that if she didn't start doing better she could find another job.His words only served to make her more nervous. Chicago was a busy town, sure, there were a lot of bars and night clubs but The Lagoon was one of the best and busiest.
It's been 2 days since I (Mark) fucked Dana and my dick is still thinking about her. Her pussy felt so warm and good that I just have to figure out another way to get to that wet moist snapper pussy. It's like 8am in the morning and I had today off. I jumped out of bed buttnaked with my long black pole swingin left and right. I put on some grey sweatpants and a white wifebeater. I run downstairs to the kitchen to get cereal and while I'm putting milk in my bowl I see Dana husband leaving out the house and getting in the car. "Hmmmm, this seems like a perfect opportunity to pay Dana a visit" I said to myself. I put on my sneakers and headed out the door.