Having been let down by someone who had promised to give him a lift for a part of his journey south through France, Neil's thoughts turned to the question of what to do next, His trip was one he had decided to make for a spot of nostalgia, but the plan to re-create his first steps on his maiden adventure many years ago as a youth had begun rather disappointingly. Seeing a truck with English signage, Neil watched as a woma...

I’m an inveterate people watcher. I love to watch beautiful women, attractive women, and semi-attractive women too. I’m a sexist people watcher; it’s women I like to watch. Often, it’s at Temple Coffee over on Broadway and Seventeenth St. It kind of reminds me of what Hooters might be like. Not that I know; they closed the ones in my town, and I never even drove in their parking lot. Anyway, whoever hires for Tempest must...

Watching the trees pass, green fields, raindrops slide on the glass. Quiet, wet tires on wet road, wipers going, music. Green lands, cows, dots of sheep on a steep hill. I look at you, strong hands on the wheel, relaxed, watching ribbons of road, driving. I study your ear, the ways it curves and curls, where it is soft, your face in profile, your mouth, your hard jaw. The tickle of being watched disturbs you and you look...

Betsy had one hand on his hips and was fucking his asshole with her strap-on. She was a tall big-titted Southern blond. Her friend, Mary Lynn, a brunette and just as well endowed was face down at the restaurant's table before him. Bob was fucking her asshole. Both of her hands were holding the cheeks of her ass open for his thrusts. Betsy had her other hand on his chest, pinching his nipples as she thrust forward and back...

The highway rest-stop looked like a polar refugee-camp. The plows had their hands full with I-95 and hadn’t been through here in several hours. There had to be fifty or more cars left haphazardly in the parking area, some partially blocking the road, many completely blanketed in snow. On the other side, the truck-parking area was also a snarl of trucks, most idling. We were on our way down to Florida for some January r-an...

We found the Motel that Cindy had booked in Rotorua and after unpacking, we walked across the road to McDonald's. Trays loaded up with hamburgers, fries, and drinks, we found a table. I was impressed that Cindy only allowed Ryan water, but with the promise of a small sip of Natalie’s coke, ‘if he behaved himself’. I sat next to Cindy, our thighs touching. Several times she reached down and rubbed my thigh, trying to be di...

Tony’s Dad, I don’t remember his name, packed us all in his car, and took us to a pub for dinner.  It was only about a mile and a half away, but a bit far to walk with Ryan.  Typical pub food; steak, salad, and chips, sausages, and chips, fish and chips, etc. Probably not the best for you, too much fat, but bloody tasty. When we got home, we put Ryan in the spare bed in my room again and played cards. But we packed them a...

When I was about twenty, I was transferred to Wellington for six months.  I was in the fifth year of my aircraft engineering apprenticeship.  After three months working down there, I flew up to Auckland for a mate’s twenty-first birthday party.  I arrived in Auckland on a Friday, the party was to being held later that night.  My flatmate Tony picked me up at the airport and we went around to our flat to chew the fat and f...