Author: iambortman

“Fuck, I’d better not get arrested again,” I thought to myself as I walked down the footpath. I was very conscious of my footfalls in the cool evening air. The park that she’d directed me to was only another block along my way. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears now, so I slowed my pace and took some deep breaths. “Easy,” I thought to myself, “She probably won’t even be there.”

*”I must be fucking crazy,” I thought to myself as I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I ran my hands up my thighs, marvelling at the sheen of the silky black thigh highs were held in place by a black lace garter belt. A thing landing slip directed my eyes down to my clit, already swollen with arousal by the thought of what I had ahead of me. I turned back to my bed and picked up the coat draped across the bedspread. Pulling it over my shoulders, I took one last look at my otherwise bare breasts and pussy. “Okay here we go,” I said aloud while buttoning the coat buttons, cinching the belt tight and knotting it. I turned to the door and walked out my front door.* Read more »

“Is this it?” I wonder out loud as I pull my car up outside the nondescript brick apartment building. “Number 64.” Huh; not quite what I was expecting. End of the driveway, he said. I walk up the drive, a little purposefully, but it is an act: I don’t belong here.

The door for number three is there as promised. The brass number is a little tarnished and suddenly I am mindful of how quiet is is on a Tuesday morning. I try the door handle and find it unlocked, the door swinging open in my hand. A wave of cool air washes over me, clearly the air conditioning running to knock the last of summers humidity out of the air inside. “This will be good,” the first mindful thought I have since stepping out of the car, as I reflect on the leather bustier that creaks ever so softly with every movement I make under my dress.

The door closes noisily behind me and I cringe a little. Standing inside the bottom of a stairwell I look past the islander artifacts hanging from the walls and try to peer around the corner as I reach the top of the first flight. There they are. Read more »

When I arrived at your house I found the door ajar. I took my shoes off silently and walked into the hallway. I had planned on surprising you while your husband was at work. “Maybe I’ll find her in the kitchen,” I thought to myself as I peeked around corners. My heart was pounding in my chest. “If the old man is here,” I was thinking, “I am fucked!”

I reached down and rubbed my cock that was stirring under my trousers. The thrill of he hunt was making my heart bang against my ribs. I walked into the kitchen, which was also empty. “Hmm,” I thought as I peeked out of the window, “there she is!” A bare ass out in the garden peeked from under a sun dress as she was on her knees tending to something in the garden, obscured by a bush

The site of your ass is too much for me and I hurry as I peel my shirt off and kick my trousers off, my cock springing free. I slip out the kitchen door into the garden and sneak up to where you are working near the strawberries. I think to myself “ do I just slip my cock I or do I want to taste that tail first?” As I get closer I see the spade lying discarded in the grass, and your body is rocking rythmically! Read more »