It was kind of a routine Friday night. Kate was bored. Out with her friends, she’d had a few drinks and felt like dancing, but the rest of the group was being lame. She knocked down the last of her drink, got up, and walked to the dance floor alone. She didn’t need anyone else. She was strong, independent, and saucy. She’d make her own fun. For several moments, Kate closed her eyes, lost herself in the music, and let her...

After our afternoon adventure with Peter and our nap we got up and got ready for the welcoming dinner.  I asked Carol, "Did you have a fun afternoon?" She smile at me and said, "Ummmm, I did.  I'm looking forward to having more fun." We dressed in what I would call resort casual.  Carol wore a sheer white caftan, a flower in her hair and went barefoot.  I wore a pair of khaki shorts and a hawaiian shirt.  When the light h...

"Diane and I were out in her backyard," Charlene began, relating an incident from her past. "It was mostly private and we were stripped down to our underwear, soaking up the sun. At least it was private until Diane's older brother and three of his buddies came out the back of the house to where we were sunning. I grabbed my clothes and was ready to run for the house, but Diane pushed for us to stay since they had already...

My pink bare lips Pursed and ready,  My hips pressed forward, Kneeling above Your hardened cock, Poised upward near my wetness. The slow build, the rising fire,  A surge of electricity  Between us, As I sway, Dancing to the soft  Love song in my head.  Smiling hungrily as My lips are pried open, Feeling your hardness Enveloped by my wetness. The dance continues. We rock and move  In a single solitary  Motion. Passion abou...

My friend first turned me on to the agency when I was nineteen. We were both in college and loved to party, drink, smoke pot, do coke, acid – whatever – and just fuck about with boys. By the time I turned nineteen I'd already had over thirty lovers. Some were older guys in their thirties and forties. Some were my age. And I'd had a few girls too. I don't know, I'd just get wasted then I'd get horny and screw around.Well s...

Someday I am going to learn that making a bet with my girlfriend is a lost cause. Not only do I usually lose, but also the stakes never seem to be what I thought they were. Not that she is dishonest; it’s more like she’s unexpected. If she says we are going fishing, I expect to be sitting on a lake or river trying to catch lunch. She would be driving me to the coast to catch a ride on a charter and we get to spend the day...

It was a girls’ night out. Actually, it was a bachelorette party for one of the young teachers at the high school. It had been arranged by my wife, Carol, and my buddy’s wife, Barb. His name is Frank. The group had gone out for dinner and drinks in nearby Three Rivers. And since the wives were gone, Frank and I decided to get together, the two of us, share a few brews, and watch some Clint Eastwood movies: westerns and Di...

They were dancing to some relatively serious belly-rubbing music, but Dave remained quite tame, or so it would seem. His hands were making their way slowly downward from Charlene’s waist and pushing her shirt upward, exposing more and more of her panties. As Dave’s hands, meeting only token resistance, snaked over Charlene’s panty covered butt, he quietly said, “If I hadn’t shown up when I did, I’m guessing the shirt woul...

Tommy and Blake woke to the sound of bacon frying. Charlene was already up and preparing breakfast, having extricated herself from between Tommy and Blake, without waking either. The guys could see that Charlene was still dressed as she had been for bed – panties and short t-shirt. Charlene expressed no concern over their appearance for breakfast in only their skivvies. As they waited for breakfast to be served, Blake and...

Tommy grabbed his bag of stuff and went to Charlene's door. It was shut. He hollered through the door, “You ready?” “Yeah, yeah, just a minute,” she replied through the door. “We need to get moving, Blake's already outside waiting.” “I understand. You go wait in the truck. I'll be right out.” “Okay, but don't be long. We're waiting.” Charlene still hadn't made up her mind about what to wear for the trip. She had put on a...

I had started at the university during a cool, wet week in late summer, now the seasons had moved on, autumn had arrived in all its glory. The trees had morphed into browns and golds as the leaves started to fall and the temperatures had dropped to give us cool, crisp days. I was walking briskly through the grounds eager to get back to the warmth of my accommodation block. Despite a thick new winter coat and woollen thigh...

Her legs were bare, she wasn’t wearing a bra and the top three buttons of Charlene’s shirt dress were undone. Charlene was still a few months shy of being eighteen and old enough to get into the club, but one of her escorts, Blake, had told her that somewhat immodest attire would likely get her past the club’s doorman. Charlene wasn’t really sure about all of that but as it provided a rationale for dressing the way she re...

In the space of a week, Dad moved them from their rapidly declining neighbourhood in the city to the clean and green suburbs. He purposely had waited until school ended for the summer before making the move. That way, there was nothing for the kids to worry about except getting packed. Their new residence was a new Craftsman-style house on a cul-de-sac. There were about a dozen other houses in various stages of completion...