Didn’t he know that I was standing beside him on the tube? Yes, that was me, the redhead just on his left. Yes, the one he bumped into and then apologized to without actually looking at my face. I guess the blouse was a little too daring, the stares from the people on the street when I left my apartment block this morning should have prompted me to go back and get changed, but here I am, sitting beside him at a bar that w...
I had come to the bar to get a drink before heading to my room. The business meeting had gone as well as could be expected, but at least the client was satisfied with what our company could do for him. So I was just trying to unwind after some tense negotiations and hard selling.I was sitting at the end of the bar in the hotel lounge nursing my Jack and Coke when she walked in. She was a stunning blonde with one of those...
It was Saturday night and like so many others, Olivia was bored and looking for a good time. She walked into The Double Deuce Club - aptly named because it was on 22nd Ave., to see what might be happening at her favorite bar. She was a regular at the Double Deuce and knew most of the other regular patrons. It was a pretty friendly place catering to the working class. The "Double D” as it was called, was primarily a ladies...
I stamped on the brakes and skewed across the road leaving black rubber scorch marks on the tar. She was my pride and joy and I was alarmed I was going to hit the ditch and career into it. But luck was on my side. We screeched to a standstill over the grass verge and onto the brink of the empty ditch.It was mid-summer and, after a blistering month, the ground was bone dry and the grass yellow brown. I guess if it was rain...
In an earlier story, I described how Jennifer, an online friend, challenged me to flash myself at my sixteen year-old step-nephew. At the time, Timmy was staying with us while is parents were away. My husband, Tom, and our daughters were also away so I was alone with Timmy. Somewhat to my surprise, I did as Jennifer instructed and ended up fucking Timmy. That led to three days of almost continual sexual arousal on my part...
I dressed carefully in a skintight black skirt which rides high and tight across my upper thighs and ass. Then a soft pink conservative button-up blouse, a little tight so the space between the top two buttons gapes open slightly. I have chosen my lingerie with the same careful attention, A lightweight shelf bra which showcases my ample breasts and black silk nylons supported by pink and black garters which highlight my s...
10pm Friday night and I was at the Link. My fake ID secured my drink; twenty became twenty-one easily. I was horny, and this was the place to satisfy my needs. My heels, booty shorts and a braless crop-top should be a good indicator of my intentions. In the right position, you could just see the bottom of my “C” cup mounds and their points were unmistakable. Sitting on a barstool, I surveyed the crowd, returning all the s...
The roar of fluffed milk gradually turned into humming. I waited for my latte, watching our new barista operate all those jugs and cups. Slowly I let myself get lost in the sounds of his pottering, relaxed, an absent-minded smile blossoming on my face. I liked watching his hands, as he knew what he was doing, confidently operating his utensils and steam contraptions. I watched him pour my latte together into a cup, moving...
As I wake up, my mind instantly fills with the events of last night. It was one of these nights. I slowly drift back to sleep, as my memories start filling my dreams. It was Saturday. The one Saturday of my monthly visit at my Mom's. She lives alone. I come back from college to pay her a visit every month. Yesterday was one of these days. I vaguely remember my mother telling me something about the subsequent Sunday. Can't...
This story takes place straight after "My Boy Nigel" The next day was warm, so I put on a dress and a pair of strappy Roman sandals, and took a stroll down into town. An hour of window-shopping left me hot and thirsty, so I walked down to the seafront and found myself an ice cream. I sat on a bench and looked out across the beach and the sea. A few minutes later, as I was catching a dribble of melted ice cream with my ton...
I hardly drink alcohol, but when I do, it’s cocktails. Not a good combination really, the hard stuff and not having a practised head for it, but – what the hell. That meant that for my birthday the place to go was a no-brainer: Bootleggers – a cocktail bar in Lynnwood with a cult-following because it had an original way of running things. We were quite a big crowd and easily took up a quarter of the place, so we felt quit...
Like many men my age, I'm just reaching retirement age, 62, I have found that being married to the same woman for so many years really put a damper on one's sex life. You grow tired of the same old routine after 40 years of marriage, and she just doesn't want to mess with sex at all. Thus, we decided to live our own lives. My buddies and I were sitting around drinking beer and commiserating about old times, the many fishi...
“Here, take this. I want you to be safe. “ With that, my husband handed me a condom. Actually, I don’t know why he bothered. I’m not going to need it. He’s truly kidding himself if he thinks that I will be having sex tonight with somebody else. “Dress up seductively”, he told me as we were getting ready to go out. Tonight was the night that I had agreed, quite reluctantly I must add, to act one of his fantasies. Maybe “ac...
This story is written from the viewpoint of my ex-wife, Karen, when she was 31 years old. As we were sitting in the airport on the way back to Chicago after our vacation in Cancun, I said to Sarah, my friend from work, “I can tell you REALLY liked that waiter guy. Hell, you’re single, why didn’t you invite back to your room? I know that you haven’t gotten any in a while since you haven’t been dating anybody. Heck, you wer...
As I wrote about my Navy nurses, I was reminded of another young lady from that same experience. Her name was Carol, a petite blond (natural) with big blue eyes that made men melt. She had very large breasts on her small frame. She was a Professional Entertainer at least that is what she called it. Most would say stripper. I met Carol one day when she came to visit her boyfriend, who was a patient on my ward. It was a cha...
