Escalator Stories

Short, thick, brunette——shorter skirt. Up ahead on the escalator. College age——can tell by her friends. It happens fast. Mall trip with my son——he’s off hunting collectibles. Heading upstairs, she’s above me. Can’t help it——tilt my head at the right angle, I can see what’s under that skirt. Nothing under there, but a chubby, smooth bare bottom. It’s so big——so cute. That night, my wife lays on her stomach on our bed. Drip...

Your legs are trembling as we leave the second-floor restroom together. You long for a climactic orgasm, but I stopped you just short of it. You worried that someone would come into the restroom to investigate your moans of pleasure, but I made sure to lock the door behind us. With my rock-hard member securely tucked away, I led you out of the bathroom, taking your hand in mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see your...