4:15 pm   Ella couldn't see a thing out her window. The gray sky had opened up and flurries of powder were descending on the dark landscape. The lamps in the parking lot were obscured and the few cars remaining were quickly disappearing under the white onslaught from above. Swearing silently to herself, she realized that she should’ve left much earlier.  Footsteps approached from behind her, “What are you still doing he...

Driving for a car service requires a deft touch for customer service, as I found out when driving part-time for a New York outfit called Lioness Limousine. I had one particular passenger with unusual demands, but I was more than happy to oblige her requests. She was a thirty-eight-year-old divorcée named Holly Sykes, and she lived in the Gramercy Park section of Manhattan. What Holly asked for and got from me one Sunday a...

In the spring of 1976 I made some extra money for college by driving for a car service called Lioness Limousine. I was a sophomore at the City College of New York in upper Manhattan, and I commuted by subway to my job in Long Island City. I wound up having a regular customer, a lady named Mrs. Holly Sykes. She was a divorcée who lived in an apartment building near Gramercy Park in Manhattan. I was told that she had specif...

It was a dark and stormy night! Not really, anyway I already used that line in an earlier chapter. It was, though, a wet, rainy Seattle like morning. It had rained one-third inch overnight. Not that much, you might say, but here in the Desert Southwest, that's a good amount. Especially when you consider we'd had seventeen inches of moisture, rain and snow, in less than four full months of that year. Still not that much, y...

During the 1974-75 academic year, there was a fellow sophomore at the City College of New York named Judith Weinberg. She was a modern European history major like I was, and she lived with her parents on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.I met her because she was a friend of Michelle Hanley, one of my girlfriends at the time. Judy made some moves on me and I, being a callow youth - or maybe just a cad - responded to her. J...

A long day at Uni has ended with me checking myself out in my mirror, getting ready for a drive with Jacob - my best friend of five years.  Red booty shorts and a black vest top. My go to outfit for relaxing. Shows my arse and legs off. Broad hips. Narrow waist and small tits. Not much, but a handful. Things had been getting a bit heated between us. Side eye glances, steamy playlists and hands grazing thighs while changin...

Leaving my house after the close call with my mother-in-law, I headed toward the highway. I lived in the high desert, just under five thousand feet in altitude. Kelly wanted to show me where her extended family had camped every year for many years. She gave me directions down various dirt roads until we reached her turn off.She pointed out places where each family of her clan camped. She explained some of the more scandal...

In the spring of 1976, having passed my twenty-first birthday, I got a part-time job driving for a car service called Lioness Limousine. At that time I was a junior at the City College of New York but I wasn’t straining myself with the academic load of being a history major. I figured I might as well get a bit ambitious for once and do something with the spare time that accumulated outside of midterm and end-term requirem...

I was accepted to the local state college and was looking forward to trying out some college tail. After graduation, I spent the summer working for my dad and kicking around town in search of a piece of ass. This is the story of one of the times, the summer before college. I worked hard for my dad and he knew it. He would let me out early on Fridays and I'd go searching for the weekend's entertainment. One weekend I start...

My mind was still dizzy from everything that had happened in the last 24 hours as Mel and I sat silently and held hands while I drove toward her house. I was still trying to figure out how I was going to explain to Ken that I now had a bald pussy. Also, I hoped he didn’t ask where my red nightie was that he so meanly sneaked into my travel bag. Losing that thing to grabby hands, one of which I was holding now, was a memor...

On one gloomy, rainy Saturday in October, Star decided to take a three-hour drive back home to relax for the weekend. During her time back home she paid a visit to her 101-year-old grandmother, whose mind was still sharp enough to ask her when she was going to get that special man. At 22-years-old and emotionally unavailable, Star just smiled and said: "Grandma, when I meet a man who is good enough to meet you, is the day...

  Miss Jones left the headmaster's office with a pussy oozing cum into her panties and the salty taste of Sir's sperm in her mouth. She was his Senior Mistress, eager to learn what benefits accrued from her new responsibilities. First she had to shower and wash so her husband could not smell her reeking of sex. To him, she was just a wife grateful for the meagre boring sex he gave her once a week if she was lucky. Never s...