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Falling for each other (mf)

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, dark haired, and athletic. She had a line of small tattoos coming from just behind her ear that ran down her neck, ending somewhere beyond her cleavage. A scar ran along the underside of her left jawline. I didn’t see it in the interview, but noticing it now gave her more experience than I had figured on.

She usually wore form fitting clothes. Her shirts were usually unbuttoned, a tank top or plain T-shirt hugging her chest, her breasts just large enough to stare at while she moved boxes. Capris were her favorite pants, yet when she wore leggings, I fought to keep from staring at her ass.

Our work frequently left us alone and away from others. Inventorying the warehouse was a year long task that we took in daily cycle counting bites. As we wound our way around the building, we’d sometimes go a day or so without seeing another person, so we became well acquainted with one another’s lives. Read more »

Parked (mF)

Tom waved.

“Hi Katie! How’s the sun?” He was weeding his garden. It took late afternoon sun straight into sunset and the sun was just beginning to take over the edge of the loose dark soil.

“Hot. I gotta sweat this off if I can’t walk it off.” Truth was she didn’t care. She felt good. And watching him work was a nice addition to her tanning time.

“Yeah, whatever. Where are your hooligans?”

“Their dad’s for the weekend. Should be back tomorrow evening.”

“You want company on your walk later? Then I’ll take you down to Sully’s for dinner?”

She was shocked that a single guy fresh from college might ask that. She was edging on her 44th birthday. But it might be fun. “Sure.”

Tom knocked on her back door around 7:30. He’d most likely hopped the fence again. Her 15 year old son thought it had become something to emulate. Scratched his leg pretty good the first time he’d tried to do the same, but was improving. “You ready K? I’m hungry.”

“You gotta walk first. Two miles. To the park and back.” Read more »

Parked (mF)

Tom waved.

“Hi Katie! How’s the sun?” He was weeding his garden. It took late afternoon sun straight into sunset and the sun was just beginning to take over the edge of the loose dark soil.

“Hot. I gotta sweat this off if I can’t walk it off.” Truth was she didn’t care. She felt good. And watching him work was a nice addition to her tanning time.

“Yeah, whatever. Where are your hooligans?”

“Their dad’s for the weekend. Should be back tomorrow evening.”

“You want company on your walk later? Then I’ll take you down to Sully’s for dinner?”

She was shocked that a single guy fresh from college might ask that. She was edging on her 44th birthday. But it might be fun. “Sure.”

Tom knocked on her back door around 7:30. He’d most likely hopped the fence again. Her 15 year old son thought it had become something to emulate. Scratched his leg pretty good the first time he’d tried to do the same, but was improving. “You ready K? I’m hungry.”

“You gotta walk first. Two miles. To the park and back.” Read more »

Individual Studies [mf] [mast] [voy]

Cory had signed up for an individualized study course at the local junior college. Supervised by admissions counselors, participants completed studies at their leisure, and reported on their progress periodically. This week was check-in & he’d have to wait in a conference room until he could be visited by Ms. Logan to discuss his progress.

He remembered the way she walked into the conference room the day he selected his topic. The skirt she wore bounced just slightly as she walked through the door, showing where her thigh-high hose ended and her tan skin began. He was all but certain that she hadn’t worn a thong that day. At least that’s how he thought of it. Often.

The conference rooms were one floor above the offices, around a large atrium in the services building. He chose the corner room, from which he could see her office. He turned the blinds to angle down, and sat down at a table near the window over-looking the administrative offices. He was early enough. And he couldn’t get those long legs out of his mind. Read more »

Individual Studies [mf] [masturbation] [voyeurism]

Cory had signed up for an individualized study course at the local junior college. Supervised by admissions counselors, participants completed studies at their leisure, and reported on their progress periodically. This week was check-in & he’d have to wait in a conference room until he could be visited by Ms. Logan to discuss his progress.

He remembered the way she walked into the conference room the day he selected his topic. The skirt she wore bounced just slightly as she walked through the door, showing where her thigh-high hose ended and her tan skin began. He was all but certain that she hadn’t worn a thong that day. At least that’s how he thought of it. Often.

The conference rooms were one floor above the offices, around a large atrium in the services building. He chose the corner room, from which he could see her office. He turned the blinds to angle down, and sat down at a table near the window over-looking the administrative offices. He was early enough. And he couldn’t get those long legs out of his mind. Read more »

A Little Green (first short story) [mf]

She wasn’t old enough. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. He was nearly twice her age. And her boss. But today she would try. She deserved it.

Pulling into the parking lot, she saw the sedan that made her grin. There was a chance she could be in his office before he came in for lunch. Hurrying up the stairs, she nodded at the secretary as she walked by. At least she’d been recognized. A short time span as night janitorial staff had its perks.

Her shorts were short – cutoff just above the pockets; you could count her change. Her pale legs were barely tinted by the new summer sun, and you could see the edges of her backside when she bent down to tie her low top Chuck Taylor knock-offs. She had chosen green underneath her clothes. It accentuated her soft skin tone and brunette hair.

Her knock on the door went unanswered. She opened the door, walked in, and leaned against the edge of his desk.

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A Little Green – my first erotic short story [mf]

She wasn’t old enough. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. He was nearly twice her age. And her boss. But today she would try. She deserved it.

Pulling into the parking lot, she saw the sedan that made her grin. There was a chance she could be in his office before he came in for lunch. Hurrying up the stairs, she nodded at the secretary as she walked by. At least she’d been recognized. A short time span as night janitorial staff had its perks.

Her shorts were short – cutoff just above the pockets; you could count her change. Her pale legs were barely tinted by the new summer sun, and you could see the edges of her backside when she bent down to tie her low top Chuck Taylor knock-offs. She had chosen green underneath her clothes. It accentuated her soft skin tone and brunette hair.

Her knock on the door went unanswered. She opened the door, walked in, and leaned against the edge of his desk.

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