Pussy Licking


Perks of Teaching

The bus was very crowded. It was the college bus. Usually the kids gave way for the teachers. But today there were too many professors on board. Two buses were doing the duty of three as there was some mechanical glitch on the other. With the staff and students divided into the two buses the condition was but natural. I was standing talking to a couple of colleagues who were sitting. Suddenly the driver put on the brakes and there was a reshuffle of the standing order. I felt something soft press my buttocks. I realized that it was the buttocks of some other person. I looked through the corner of my eye and saw that it was one of the teachers from another department.

Unintended Rendezvous

It had been a long morning. Meetings, calls, and dealing with indecisiveness. I was more than ready for a soothing cup of coffee and a few moments of peace and quiet. The familiar coffee shop was a welcome sight. I ordered my usual and found a secluded table in the corner near the window. Taking a notepad out, I decided to try to make some sense from the happenings of the morning so far. While taking a sip of my coffee, I glanced up and saw an older gentleman looking in my direction. Not wanting to seem rude, I smiled, and he returned the gesture. Passing it off as just a gesture of politeness, I went back to my task. All the while, I felt like someone was right behind me.

Penelope's Kiss

Summer vacation with Uncle Gus was a flavor, a spice that seasoned my sense of time and place. A woman taught me this, a tall, dark-haired gal who took me on a tour around the Mediterranean one night in her kitchen. Some say vacation is a dimension of leisure, a filter through which our lives look softer, shinier, more brilliant; but Veronica Watson convinced me that all those appearances can be translated into taste and swallowed. Easier than being transported in a plane or aboard a ship, with customs, passports and all that. "Believe your stomach boy, more than your eyes," she would say with a sultry Southern draw. Damn if she didn't blindfold me and prove the point every time.

A Dream Fulfilled

It was a warm night so she opened the window a little and went to bed nude and laid on top of the sheets. She lived out in the country and this was nothing new to her. A few hours later a young migrant worker was walking thru the country when he saw a house in the distance. Hoping to find someone awake and ask for work and food he continued up to the house. There was only a porch light on outside as he approached and no sign of light from inside but he had noticed a barn out back so he figured he could least get some sleep and be gone before anyone noticed. Walking round back he noticed a night coming through a window and carefully walked up to see if he could see anyone.

Vacant Tryst

It had been a long day and Kari was ready for it to end. She was an apartment asst manager and had been working alone all day. Between the paperwork, complaining residents and constant phone calls she was wore out. Just twenty more minutes and she was off for the next two days. Just then a young woman walked in the door. Kari introduced herself and the woman said her name was Tina. She needed a small one bedroom because she was going to college and didn't want to live with her parents because she wanted to have fun in college. Her parents were going to pay for everything she just had to find a reasonable priced apartment in a good neighborhood.

Diary's Secret

Rose couldn't believe after 2 days she was still finding evidence of the party her daughter Jen through for her cheer team. Just 6 screaming and giggling teen girls made her house look like a natural disaster in one weekend. As Rose was cleaning the popcorn out from under the couch cushions she found Jen's diary. Tossing it on the coffee table she started vacuuming out the couch and put the cushions back. When she was done she went to grab the diary and take it to Jen's room. Leaning over to pick it up it fell open and she read just 4 words that made her freeze. "She tasted so sweet". Knowing how wrong it was to continue reading she quickly closed it and took it to her teen's room.

Young Widow CH07

That whole next week I was in a pretty bad mood. I stayed away from people outside of work. At the office I tried to be my cheerful, smiling self, but people could tell I was unhappy. Jennifer, my assistant as well as a confidant, talked to me about it on two different days. "It's obvious something is bothering you," she told me in private. "I'm okay," I told her. "Just a lot of things hitting me at once, but I'll be fine.""We should talk. You'd feel better if you got it off your chest," Jennifer responded. "No, I really don't think so. I'd rather not talk about it. It'll be better in a few days."She was a good friend and didn't force me to talk.

Young Widow CH05

After our quick - and separate - showers, we dressed hurriedly and emerged from our rooms just about on time. No-one could guess that I had just woken Tom with a sensuous blowjob. But I had slept in his bed after a great evening of sex. So far it was looking like a nice business trip. We were working with different groups at this company, so we weren't together all morning. I was just finishing lunch in the company cafeteria when Tom came in to eat. We found a chance to talk alone, but tried not to act like lovers. "You certainly are looking radiant," he told me. "You just think that because you've had great sex," I said, teasing. "That is certainly true," he answered.

Young Widow CH04

Doug and I had sex two more times, the first times for me since my husband had passed two years before. I loved it. It was great, I felt so alive again, and now I knew I was fully recovered from my grief. I would never forget, but I was now ready to return to a full life. I also knew I didn't want to stay with Doug permanently. As nice as he was, as good as he had been to me, and as much as I had liked having sex with him, he wasn't the person I wanted to settle down with. Perhaps no-one was. That was something I was still unsure about. I also started to realize I wasn't a prude. I had always thought of myself as a little bit of a prude, except when I was in the bedroom with my husband.

Young Widow CH01

I was an 18 year old virgin when I was married, believe it or not. I had very little experience with any kind of sex. My husband had been my only serious relationship, and he treated me like a lady, even when I was only 16. We had been married nearly 10 years when he was taken ill and died. For more than 2 years I had no desire to date. So here I am a 31 year old widow, and now starting to realize that I greatly missed the feeling of a man. A man's strong arms holding me, a man's lips kissing me, a man's sweating body on top of me, a man's hard penis sinking deep into me. Oh, my, where had these thoughts come from?