Bottomless Stories

"Whatcha got there, Sam?" Vanessa leaned over my shoulder looking at the storyboard I was sketching into existence. She seemed a little closer than a work colleague usually should be. Or perhaps it was a perfectly normal distance between us that was otherwise largely occupied by her breasts. That stupid brain of mine, always imagining things to be more than they are. I collected my thoughts on her question, for now. "Chec...

Friday morning. The store was quiet. A couple of people looking at kitchens. Furniture deserted. I was busy in beds, plumping the pillows when I heard a gentle cough. “Can I help you?” “I’m looking for a bed," she replied. “Queen size. Brass frame. For me and my boyfriend.” I smiled at this unnecessary detail, but she did seem rather young to be shopping for furniture. She had a pretty face with large dark eyes, but her l...

It was Super Bowl Sunday, January of 1999. It was Super Bowl XXXIII. My Packers had been in the previous two games and split the difference by winning one and losing one. I had no skin in this game though. We had a party at our house with a dozen people over. Most were people that Kelly and I knew through our jobs, including our good friends Bob and Lisa. The game wasn’t all that exciting and everyone headed home after th...

My sister’s houseboat on Lake Mead was a ninety-minute drive, through Vegas traffic from my job on the strip. Finally getting away for a well-earned vacation, the marina was far out where the sky blazed with stars, the spiral arms of the Milky Way spun overhead. The lake air was always a bit cooler and driving a quiet road with the top down in my tired old convertible was still a thrill.  I was looking for a bar, a cold b...

I'd been in Vegas about a month now, and it seemed like I couldn't keep my clothes on at my new job. After my interview with Mitzi then my topless strut through the HR office, I was pretty sure I'd been seen naked by about a hundred co-workers. There had been closed circuit cams in every hallway where I'd walked with Elliot. And what about the wardrobe room where I stripped down to my peep-toe heels? That video was alread...

My neighbor Megan and I would often get together for happy hour, and following an evening where we ended up masturbating together, we started to make both happy hour and masturbating together part of a regular routine.Megan was forty-two years old, slender and tall standing about six-three in height. She had long, curly, reddish-brown hair, perfect handful breasts, a beautiful face, and a very tantalizing ass. Most of the...