Sex-Stories


Mine forever

I have seen a bit of the world and learned a lot of things in my nearly 35 years of existence. There was a lady and her young son occupying the seat in front of me. It was obvious that the lady was tense and nervous. Usually I travel by A/c because of the dust and heat. Generally it was also less crowded and noisy than the sleeper compartment I was traveling in. But there was no ticket available even in the notorious black market and here I was traveling with the 'common' man. The lady was around 40 years old, maybe five or six years older than me. She was a bit on the plumper and darker side, but had a manner of bearing that was very attractive.

Dog Sitting chap 1

Isabella hummed to herself as she dressed for the day. She pulled on a black and white striped shirt and tied the ends under her breasts then pulled on a black pleated skirt. As she pulled on her favorite pair of black knee high boots her cell phone buzzed. "Hello?" she answered. "Yeah, is this Isabella the dog sitter?" the person on the other line asked. She smiled. "Yes it is, how may I help you?" she pulled the clasps tight on her boots. "My name is Helen Taylor and I heard from a friend that you are a great dog sitter and very affordable.""Not to toot my own horn but this is true." Isabella said confidently, she could feel herself getting excited.

Kids Camp

Three of the students were going for an interview and I was asked by the principal to accompany them as I was one of their professors. I was the youngest of their teachers and was not sure whether I was up to the responsibility deposited on me. One of the two girls (both are 18 of course) in the group Ann was very outspoken and forward. And frequently I had caught myself imagining how it would be if I were to run my hands over her breasts, the top of which was habitually visible over her low cut dresses. I could not be sure, but there were one or two occasions I had seen her looking at me with an enigmatic expression that made me slightly uneasy and excited at the same time.

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.

Cindy's Evening out

Cindy and I had been married for a while, friends became more, we had even gone to a few swinger parties and clubs, also nude beaches and resorts. I have had and I suspect that Cindy has had a couple of "adventures" beyond that. Every once in a while an "opportunity" comes along to do something a little more adventurous. And, this is not the story of a little evening of playing and swapping fuckbuddies. When looking for a vacation home, we met up with a sexy vibrant real estate agent named Jennie. She took us around and we told her we wanted a private pool where we and guests could smim nude, perhaps more than just swim.

Snatch Point

There was a festival in town and everybody had left the tennis club early except for Tara Diaz. She wanted to keep practicing on the ball shooter and Dave Newman, the handsome club pro said he would keep the courts open until she'd finished. As she smashed ball after ball Dave watched her from behind the fence. She knew he found her attractive and although he could have his choice of the women who played there he always seemed to pay more attention to her. Sometimes Tara could almost feel his eyes undressing her and as she glanced over towards the fence she figured that was what he was doing right then. She was certainly easy to look at.

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.

Nancy flips the spatula (Part 3)

Jill finished herself off. Nancy stood up. She said "Jill you followed me" Jill said yes, I am sorry, but after our rendezvous I left and while driving home, I just could not stop thinking about how I wished I had gotten your phone number, so then I decided to turn around and come back to the store to ask you if you would like to keep in touch, well just as I pulled into the parking lot I noticed you getting in your car and, well I followed you and here I am. I'm sorry Nancy I don't mean to scare you.

Paying for Sex

I'm alone on the road, a travelling business man far from home. Picture me in my gray suit and briefcase driving from town to town, rushing to keep appointments, pressured to make a sale, trying to keep my chin and my spirits up day after day. Imagine the tired, weary executive who doesn't get to go home at the end of his work day. No, instead I'm eating dinner each night in a different diner, a faceless nobody at the counter or a solitary customer in some oversized booth with my newspaper and my meal. I'm sleeping in a strange bed in some anonymous inn. Then the next morning I move on, hitting the road again and heading down the highway to my next destination. It gets old real quick.

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.