[F4F/M] Hooking up with The Neighbors [F36] [F34] [M40] [oral] [orgasms] Part 3

We find Mark sitting on the couch, as though he knows he’s about to get a little show. We saunter in holding hands and start moving our bodies to the music; swaying back and forth, rubbing up against each other. Our dancing is having an effect on your husband and I see him getting hard through his shorts. “You can kiss him” you tell me encouragingly and I look over to your husband to see him nod and smile. I dance my way over to where he’s seated and move my hips in little circles while grabbing and squeezing my breasts. I reach my hands down to his lap and lean in, my lips parting slightly as I kiss your husband while you watch. His lips are full and his breath is hot and his kiss is full of passion. I think of you standing by… watching me kneeling on your husbands lap, kissing him passionately… and wonder if it’s turning you on. I feel you slide up behind me and know that you’re finding this just as hot as I am. Your hands begin roaming across my stomach and up over my breasts before you join me on your husband’s lap, each of us straddling one of his legs. We take turns kissing him and stroking his bare chest then kiss each other again. I’m grinding against his leg, so turned on that I feel myself soaking through this beautiful g-string and onto his leg and my hands reach down wanting to free his hard cock from his shorts. “Is this ok?” I ask you and you nod as you slide off his lap and sit on the couch next to him. I pull his shorts to the ground and am surprised by how big and how hard he is. HIs cock is beautiful and I immediately reach out to stroke him with both hands. I look up and see that you’ve pulled your lace thong to the side and your fingers are running up and down your slit while you watch me stroke your husband.

Hooking up with The Neighbors [F4F/M] [F36] [F34] [M40] [lingerie] [girl on girl] [kissing] Part 2

You answer the door in your tennis skirt holding a bottle of Veuve Rosé saying “Hey, perfect timing.” Your pale blonde hair is tied up in a bun showing off the delicate curve of your neck and your legs are long underneath your flouncy skirt. To my surprise, I find myself wondering what kind of panties are under that skirt. I follow you out to the patio, the full realization dawning on me that I’m attracted to you. When you speak I can’t take my eyes off of your lips and I wonder what it would be like to kiss you. I wonder if you’ve ever kissed a woman and I wonder if you’re picking up on the heat between us. Your husband comes out from his home office and joins us for what turns out to be the last glass of champagne. “Shall we open another bottle?” and before I can reply, you answer your own question “Of course we should!”

Hooking up with The Neighbors [F4F/M] [F36] [F34] [M40] [threesome] [married couple] Part 1

The Neighbors
There was definitely a connection between us the first time that we hung out. Since our daughters had become friends, you’d invited her over for play dates all summer and when I walked over to drop her off you asked if I’d like to stay and have a glass of wine while the girls swam in the pool. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and my husband was out of town so I figured sure, why not. While the girls splashed around we enjoyed a glass of rosé and got to know each other better. The usual pleasantries about kids and husbands asked and answered and then the inevitable question comes up: so, what do you do? I love the way you say this in your cute danish accent, and I feel a level of comfort with you that I haven’t felt with any of the other “parents” from the girls’ school. Maybe it’s because you’re European, or maybe it’s because you are so pretty. Whatever the reason, I feel comfortable enough to share my little secret with you and I tell you I’m a writer. You follow up with the expected “Oh cool. What do you write?” I take a sip from my glass before looking you straight in the eye and reply “Erotica.” I watch your eyes widen a little and a slow smile spreads across your face. “Cool”, you reply.

Parked Car [F/36 M/32] [public sex] [edging] [beg for it] [deep throat] [female orgasm]

I had to see this lover again so we met in the same beach town to get busy in his car!

We did it again. We met in the same sleepy beach town and I parked in front of the same coffee shop as before but this time I got directly into your car. No pretenses as to why we were meeting today. No polite conversation over coffee. Just desire and lust. Just a longing to taste you and feel you inside me… and a deep-seeded need to get lost in your eyes. God, I love your eyes… and your arms… and your mouth…

The coffee date when I [F/36] ended up in your [M/32] car with my pants around my ankles

I noticed the little scar on me knee while shaving my legs in the shower. I see it everyday. And every time I see it I think of how I got it… in your car… straddling you with my pants down around my ankles. My knees rubbing up against your leather seats. It’ll be there forever, even when we’re long over.
That date began as many blind dates do… I met you for coffee on a Thursday morning after I finished teaching Pilates. I remember asking if you’d mind that I wore my workout clothes to our date and you laughed, saying you preferred it. I parked my car across from a little grassy area in that sleepy little beach town and walked down to the coffee shop, wondering if you were already there. And then I saw you, sitting out front in a pair of jeans rolled up at the ankle and a short-sleeved button-down shirt. You had your sunglasses on and were on the phone so I glided past you and into the line inside the shop. Despite your dark glasses, I could tell that I’d caught your attention and I glanced over my shoulder at you, smiling coyly. You returned my smile with a light smirk, holding up a finger indicating you’d be right there. Feeling your eyes on me, I stood a little taller and popped my chest out a little more. I was glad for the tight leatherette crop top and leggings I decided to wear. I could feel you staring at my ass and I liked it. Already there was an intense heat building between us and we hadn’t even spoken to each other yet.
Finishing your call, you slid up behind me in line and I could smell the woodsy scent of your cologne. I felt your hand graze the cheek of my ass before you reached up to tap me on the shoulder. “Hi” I said turning to face you. You’d taken your sunglasses off and slid them in between the buttons of your shirt and in that moment I knew I was in for it. Your eyes… your warm, brown eyes looked right into mine and I felt my heart beat a little faster. We ordered our drinks and I remember there was a huge Golden Retriever in the shop while we waited for the barista to call our names. I watched you tossle his furry head and pet him behind the ears, my fondness for you growing by the minute. You picked up our order and motioning outside said “Shall we?”. I followed you outside and we found a bench with a little privacy, away from the other patrons. We shared all the usual pleasantries as we sipped our drinks “What do you do for work”, “How long have you lived here” etc., and with every answer I drew closer toward you. It took all the self control I had not to drape my legs over your lap and run my fingers through your hair. The chemistry between us was so strong and I began to feel a tingly warmth between my thighs. “Do you wanna get out of here ?” you asked abruptly. I immediately nodded and you stood up, throwing our empty cups in the trash can. You placed your hand at the small of my back and led me up the sidewalk to your car. The heat between my legs was growing while my heart beat faster as you opened the door and I slid inside onto the leather seat.
“I don’t know where we’re going. All I know is that I have to have you to myself, away from all these people”, you said as you sat down and started the engine. The road took a bend at the top of this hill and we found ourselves in a quaint little neighborhood. Our conversation paused and the sexual tension grew as you drove us through the quiet streets and finally pulled over at the end of a cul-de-sac under a shady tree. Leaving the engine running, you unfastened your seatbelt and turned to look at me. “Do you have a sunshade?” I asked “You know, so people can’t see inside?”
“Clever girl” you said as you reached to get yours from the backseat. It wasn’t much privacy from the people walking their dogs or going for a morning run but I didn’t care. I felt myself getting wetter and my clit began to throb. I turned toward you and you immediately took my face in your hands and brought your mouth onto mine. Your lips were soft and full but your kiss was hard and urgent. You sucked on my lower lip and I let out a moan. Hungrily you pulled me closer toward you, your tongue making it’s way up my neck to my earlobe and I could feel your breath, hot in my ear as I moaned a little louder. You began biting my ear and my neck and I leaned across the center console, desperate to be closer to you. With one hand around the back of my head, your other hand reached under my top, squeezing and kneading my breast. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into your grip while you slid your hand over to my other breast. My nipples like hard little berries now, you played with them; twisting each between your fingers and sending ripples of pleasure through my body. Clutching my hair, you tugged my head backward as you gave my nipple a hard pinch. My eyes flew open and I found you staring at me with those beautiful brown eyes. We didn’t speak a word – we didn’t have to. Time stood still and we remained locked in this primal, visual embrace.
Craving to taste you, to feel you filling up my mouth, I leaned forward unbuckling your pants and took your bulging cock into my hand. I felt your grip on my hair and you yanked my head back to look me in the eye before lowering my mouth down onto you. I propped myself up on all fours, stretched across the front of your car and took you all the way into my mouth… all the way until I felt you hit the back of my throat. I slid my mouth up the length of your cock just to lower down again – even further this time, as I tried to swallow your huge cock. Up and down I bobbed, spitting and gagging with pleasure… making a wet sloppy mess of my face. Deeper and deeper I took you in and felt my drenched pussy soaking through my panties. Your hands reached for either side of my head and you pulled me down over you until my lips completely covered your shaft, then you quickly lifted me up and off of you completely. “I need to be inside you” I remember you saying, and it was all I could do to slide my yoga pants down around my ankles. I clambered over to straddle you and moaned as I felt the head of your cock pressing against my slit before stretching me open. God you felt so good inside my tight, warm pussy… your cock filling me up, making me even wetter. I started grinding on you, already so turned on that all it took was your hands on my ass to send me into the rippling bliss of orgasm. I tried to catch my breath but you kept your hands firmly on my ass, lifting me ever so slightly off your cock just to slam me back down again… and again… and again. My knees were rubbing violently across your leather seats but I was in too much pleasure to notice as I felt myself edging closer to another orgasm. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum again for me?” The words barely got out of your mouth before I tightened around your cock again, this time sending you over the edge. You pulled me down onto you and I felt you exploding hot streams deep inside me. I collapsed forward and we sat there sweaty and panting.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

Scars [F/36 M/32] [car sex] [first date] [female orgasm]

* Hi! I’m back to writing after a long summer break. Here’s my latest… hope you enjoy! *

I noticed the little scar on me knee while shaving my legs in the shower. I see it everyday. And every time I see it I think of how I got it… in your car… straddling you with my pants down around my ankles. My knees rubbing up against your leather seats. It’ll be there forever, even when we’re long over.

That date began as many blind dates do… I met you for coffee on a Thursday morning after I finished teaching Pilates. I remember asking if you’d mind that I wore my workout clothes to our date and you laughed, saying you preferred it. I parked my car across from a little grassy area in that sleepy little beach town and walked down to the coffee shop, wondering if you were already there. And then I saw you, sitting out front in a pair of jeans rolled up at the ankle and a short-sleeved button-down shirt. You had your sunglasses on and were on the phone so I glided past you and into the line inside the shop. Despite your dark glasses, I could tell that I’d caught your attention and I glanced over my shoulder at you, smiling coyly. You returned my smile with a light smirk, holding up a finger indicating you’d be right there. Feeling your eyes on me, I stood a little taller and popped my chest out a little more. I was glad for the tight leatherette crop top and leggings I decided to wear. I could feel you staring at my ass and I liked it. Already there was an intense heat building between us and we hadn’t even spoken to each other yet.

Home Alone [F4M] [milf home alone] [masturbation] [hairy bush] [dripping wet] [non-fiction]

My family took a trip without me this summer (yay!) so I had a friend over to play…

Home Alone
I’m delighted to have a rare few days to myself. Alone in my house without any responsibilities, it’s the perfect time for you to come pay me a visit. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other… months in fact. Will you look the same? Feel the same? Will we still have the same spark? Your ears must’ve been ringing because you text me that you’re off at nine. “Perfect”, I reply, “Then you can come down here and get me off. I’m already wet thinking about you.”

“You’re such a good girl. Show me how wet you are baby.”

Fantasizing about my international lover [F4M] [self pleasure] [female orgasm]

Here’s my latest… it definitely got me going this morning. Hope you enjoy!
[As always you can hear me here!](https://open.spotify.com/episode/0fmjaWVpOVi8btL6nSMNdz?si=nhxmmVnFTbWPijoJ8Nbvfw)
*********************************************
I read your text, “How do you want me to take you?” It’s the early hours of the morning and I see that you sent this message from the other side of the world at 3am. The time difference between us makes this flirtation even more fun. It’s hot to wake up from sexy messages you’ve left me in the middle of the night. I lay my head back onto my pillow and begin to conjure up a fantasy of what it will feel like when we do meet in person. What it will feel like to see you in the flesh.

Sexting [F/M] [home alone] [call me a Good Girl] [touch myself] [almost orgasmic]

“Sexting”

At first I thought you’d be the perfect fling… nothing serious, no strings attached. You live a little too far away for us to see each other too often. Aaaand maybe you’re too young for me, but I just liked looking at you… And I liked the way you kissed me on our first date. I liked the way you bit my lip. I liked the way you squeezed my waist when you pulled me in for a deeper kiss. I liked how small I felt, enveloped in your arms, and I liked leaving you wanting more. “Come up to my house next time,” you said before we parted ways. “I want to take you to dinner.” Then you leaned in close, your breath tickling my ear, and whispered “Then I want to take you home and keep you up all night.” I felt my heart beat faster again.

The Sterling Club Part 3: I [F/36] am initiated into an elite sex club

It wasn’t until I felt two sets of hands on me that I realized my eyes had been closed. My breath quickened as I felt the strong hands of a man snake their way around my waist and squeeze. The Sterling had slid her hands down my legs and was holding me in place by my ankles. I was rooted to this spot on the stage… waiting for whatever was to come next. I took a deep breath and coaxed my eyes open, immediately finding you in the audience. Even behind your mask, I could feel your eyes telling me that I was good. That I was doing well. That you were proud of your little pet – up there on the stage for all to see. Reassured, I threw back my head and stood a little higher. Holding my gaze you made your way through the crowd and up onto the stage standing in front of me. The feeling of being retrained always makes me wet, but here – being held in place by human hands… feeling their warm grip around my ankles and my waist was powerfully erotic. Wordlessly you took both of my wrists in one hand lifting them up over my head and slid your other hand around my mouth. You pushed your fingers inside and whispered “Suck” and I closed my eyes as the familiar taste and feel of you washed over my senses.