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The Camping Trip Part 3 of 3

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Part 3

The next morning, Dave was punctual and picked me up at about 10:00 am. He was dressed quite casually; a long sleeved cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbow and a pair of loose khaki cargo shorts. As we turned towards his jeep, I took a quick look at his ass. I really love a nice ass on a man and Dave’s didn’t disappoint me.

We drove out of the campground and turned onto a winding, paved road that led deeper into the mountains. The noise of the motor wind prevented any meaningful conversation, but we exchanged pleased looks as I caught him looking at my legs and feet clad only in the briefest sandals. I had sat up by lantern light and painted my toenails the brightest red color that Jeni and I had. Dave had obviously noticed and was ogling my legs and feet.

We stopped at a stop sign and he leaned over towards me. “I wanted to stop by my place and pick up a picnic lunch I prepared”, he said. “Do you mind a little detour?” I assured him that it was all right, and he put the jeep in gear and made a left turn onto a gravel road that led steeply up into the mountains. Read more »

The Camping Trip 2 of 3 MF/Voyeur

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Part 2

It was shortly after 6 when Jim and his friend arrived at our camp. Jeni had dressed similarly to me, but only wore a bikini top over her very tight shorts. When Jim and his friend stepped out of the forestry truck, I saw a look of pure lust cross their faces as they saw us.

Jim eyed Jeni like a fox looks at a chicken and his friend did not try to hide his staring at me.

We introduced ourselves. “Hi, I’m Dave”, he said looking directly into my eyes. I thought I saw myself reflected in the shining pools of ocean blue eyes that looked at me. “I’m Sheri”, I said, noticing that he was holding my hand a little longer that was required for a handshake. He continued to look deeply into my eyes for a few moments and then released my hand.

“You have the most beautiful brown eyes that I have ever seen”, he said. “They almost look gold in the sun, amazing!” “Thank you”, I said, turning away so he could not see I was blushing like a teenager. Read more »

The Camping Trip Part 1 of 3

**The Camping Trip**

I’m just a girl from the suburbs, not much on the great outdoors. My idea of roughing it is a motor home at the lake with all hookups, including cable, and a nice restaurant nearby. So understandably, I was a little apprehensive when my friend Jeni suggested that we go camping one weekend. “You’ll love it”, she promised. “Besides, you need to get out of all this traffic and smog”.

The ride from home was pleasant; Jeni and I spent the trip talking about old boyfriends and sex. Jeni and I have only been friends for a short time, but it seems a lot longer. We have been able to talk to each other about things that I would never have dreamed about talking to my other friends about. We talked a lot about sex: good sex, bad sex, what we did and didn’t like our boyfriends to do. It was something we called TMS or Typical Male Syndrome. It’s the little boy/caveman that lives inside all men. Read more »

Tit for Tat Part 3 of 3 FMF

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**Three**

Several weeks had passed since Sheri’s encounter, and our lives had settled back into our normal routine. Sheri never said anything about that night and each time I asked Kathie, she only smiled.

Our wedding anniversary was coming up and one day Sheri called me at work.

“Don’t make any plans for our anniversary”, she said. “I’m planning a surprise”.

“Oh really?”, I said. “What would that be?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

I didn’t really think any more about it. Traditionally on our anniversary, we would get a hotel room, dress up and have a nice dinner, then return for some uninhibited sex.

The day of our anniversary while we were dressing for dinner, Sheri slid a plastic card key to the hotel she had reserved into my jacket pocket.

“This is for later”, she said. “Let’s go eat!”

Dinner passed quietly, filled with good food, fine wine and pleasant conversation.

Over dessert, I felt her stocking clad foot slide up my leg, under my trousers, softly caressing my calf. I looked at Sheri and I saw a mixture of wine and lust in her eyes. Read more »

Tit for Tat Part 2 of 3 Lesbian/Voyeruism

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**Two**

For weeks, the thoughts and images of what Sheri had told me wouldn’t leave my mind. The thought of her being seduced by another woman thrilled me. I couldn’t figure out why. I knew if it happened, I wouldn’t be there to watch, but it intrigued me nonetheless.

Finally I made up my mind. I would figure out a way to make it happen.

One day, I was a little late getting to work and pulled into the parking lot about the same time as Kathie, one of the secretaries.

I noticed an odd sticker in the back window of her car. Two inverted triangles, one pink overlapped by one of blue.

As she got out of her car I asked what the sticker meant.

“Oh, that?” she said. “Well you’ve seen the lesbian pink triangle before, right?”

I said that I had and she added, “That’s the symbol for bisexualism.”

“Oh”, I said, not knowing what else to say. “Gee, I didn’t know you were bi.”

Realizing how stupid that sounded, I immediately reddened in the face and began to stammer an apology. Read more »

Tit for Tat Part 1 of 3 M/F

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We were lying in bed, naked, intertwined, sated from our lovemaking. Sheri snuggled her head deep into my chest, breathing in my scent and sighed.

“Mmmm, that was wonderful.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Believe me, it was my pleasure.”

She laughed softly as a self-satisfied grin crossed my face.

“You’re silly.”

“Who me? Never.”

Sheri draped her leg over mine, drawing herself even closer into my embrace.

“Do you ever have fantasies? You know, sexual ones?”

This was an area we had never really explored in our relationship before, so I felt I had to tread cautiously.

“Well, sometimes.” I said. “You know men think more about sex than women do. I guess I do have some fantasies. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you,” I added as much in defense as in explanation.

She laughed her soft laugh again, circling a fingertip through the hair around my nipple.

“I’m not accusing you of anything, I was just wondering.”

After a short silence she said, “What is your favorite fantasy?”

I quickly pondered the possible impact of the revelation I was about to make, and decided to plunge forward. Read more »

A Fantasy in Three Parts 3 of 3 MFM/DP

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Part Three

I am not surprised by his presence. I am not concerned because he is the reason I am here. He wanted her to be a shared wife, and now we are going to share her together.

He moves slowly into the light, but I can see that he is also naked. He is slowly stroking his hard cock, and I wonder if he has been watching us the entire time.

His movement catches her eye, and she turns to look at him. I see a look of pure lust cross her face and a gleam in her eye. It is obvious that she wants him. He reaches the bed, cock to her face, and she swallows him in one motion, hungry for his meat.

She is a wild woman, sucking, licking and jerking his hard cock, as if she needs his cum to live. His cock is soon glistening with her saliva, wet, literally dripping. All this while, she remains on my cock, squeezing it with her inner muscles, but not moving against me, or rising and thrusting. I remain hard within her, but no closer to the orgasm I need so badly. Read more »

A Fantasy in Three Parts 2of 3 M/F Oral, Intercourse

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Part Two

I lie back and she snuggles into my side, her fingers tracing circles in the hair of my chest. They eventually find a nipple, now hard in anticipation and she tweaks it gently. I see her lean forward and watch as her tongue emerges from her mouth, and the tip swirls around the nub, sending erotic sensations through my body. She lowers her mouth and gently begins to suck; all the while her tongue sweeps across the nub. While I am lost in the sensation, I can feel her hand moving down across my body until it can almost touch my cock.

She hesitates, teasing me, twisting her fingers in my pubic hair. Exploring my upper and inner thighs, making me twitch, all the while still licking and sucking my nipple. My cock strains, begging for her touch. She cradles my balls, now drawn up tight in their sack, waiting their turn to pump their cum into her. Slowly, almost tenderly, her hand wraps itself around the shaft, squeezing gently. I take a deep breath as the softness of her hand begins to slowly stroke me. Read more »

A Fantasy in Three Parts Part 1 of 3 M/F Oral

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Part One

As I enter the room, it is shrouded in darkness, except for a pool of light cast by candles encircling the bed. She lies in the middle of the light, a pale goddess, perfectly naked, shining in the darkness. Soft and warm from her bath, her perfume flares my nostrils, lighting the fuse to my libido, and causing a stirring in my jeans. She sees me standing on the edge of the light. Softly, almost in a whisper, she says, “Take me”.

I need no further encouragement and am quickly out of my clothes. I lie beside her on the bed and feel her hand on my back drawing me to her. My mouth finds her neck, and my lips and tongue explore the nape as I breathe her in, intoxicated by her. My hand begins to wander and soon finds her breast, full and ripe. I feel its weight and firm softness as I knead the flesh. Her nipple hardens under my hand, begging for attention, so I oblige, squeezing the hard nub between my fingers. I hear her moan in pleasure pain as the sensation reaches her. Read more »

Escape Part 3 of 3

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Almost a week passed without hearing from her. She was constantly on my mind. Each night I would be online for hours hoping that she would sign on.

The thought of how uninhibited this woman had been and had allowed me to be wouldn’t go away. I was thoroughly infatuated with her and I didn’t know what to do about it. Would she want to meet me? Would she worry that I was still some kind of psycho?

On the fifth day after I received an email: one line.

“Where do you live? Red Hott”

I replied with the city and state. I worried that sending her my street address might seem overeager.

The next day, I received another email.

“O’Malley’s: 9:00 p.m. Saturday. Your Red Hott will be the one in red, head to foot. My Hard Rider should be in black, with a black cowboy hat. Red Hott”

Saturday! Jesus! How did she know about O’Malley’s? I was scared shitless, but excited like a kid on Christmas Eve. What presents would I receive on Saturday? Read more »