Author: RolandLord

[M]y daughter’s post-college-age [f]riend surprised me

This happened at the beginning of the summer, just getting around to putting it on paper.

Friend of my daughter, Cory, they’re near besties, so she’s been over at the house a lot since they met in first or second grade. By now, this house is nearly her second home, she just walks in the door and makes herself at home. My daughter is in grad school so her friend’s been out of college for a couple of years.

One day just after classes had ended, Cory comes over to see my daughter, who had told me she was coming over, but she had to jump in the shower and wash her hair before.

Cory shows up early, they talk for a minute. Daughter says she HAS to shower, tells me Cory’s going to just hang out.

I was in my den. It had been cool that morning, I was wearing my favorite Bears warm-up pants, very baggy, and an oversized t-shirt. The warmup pants have a fly, no button, when Cory shows up, I’m very self-conscious of being commando, so I stay away from them. Read more »

I accidentally went down on [m]y [f]riend’s wife

Mark and Lisa met me and my SO at the Summer Solstice Serenade a week ago. Lisa was busty, in good shape, and liked to dress to show off a bit. That night, she wore a mid-thigh length swishy skirt that showed off her legs and a loose wrap blouse that showed off her shoulders and arms. It didn’t take Mark to get pretty drunk, my SO wasn’t far behind, and Lisa was trying to keep up.

At some point during the evening, Lisa slipped, fell, scraped her leg and her shoulder, badly. She was bleeding enough that a handful of napkins and a bit of water wasn’t going to do the trick. I offered to go to my house to get some band-aids, then Mark said “Why doesn’t Lisa just go with you, she’ll have hot water and washclothes and neosporin and stuff?” Well duh! We walked to my car, she was limping a bit, trying to pretend she wasn’t hurt. I opened the door to put a towel down on the passenger seat in case she was bleeding, then stepped back to let her get in. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst Affair – She blew me again, this time husband was eating breakfast upstairs

After the daring episode with the phone, dinner at their house that night was fairly uneventful. She had changed into suburban mom wear for dinner with the family, a mid-length skirt and matching blouse. But several times through the evening, when the rest of the family was out of eyesight, she would flash me, either spreading her legs open while sitting across from me, or once pulling the waistband of her skirt down to show me the ‘whale tail’ of the thong I had picked out for her while we were shopping. She knew the effect she was having on me and was having a great time teasing me, knowing there was nothing I could do about it.

Finally dinner was over and the three of us moved to the outside patio while the kids went to their rooms for the night. Michael (her husband) had had several beers during dinner, and now was pounding them down even faster, either through discomfort or in order to show he was the man of the house. In either case, he became louder and more belligerent, and began to berate her for trivial things about dinner as well as other pre-existing issues. She kept trying to mollify him, playing up to his ego, finally sitting on his lap in front of me, to ‘show me’ how manly and powerful he was. Of course, as she did so, to talk to me she had to turn away from him, and she would roll her eyes or make suggestive faces to me, even licking her lips, while he couldn’t see. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst Affair – She blew me while her husband was yelling at her on the phone

A month after our successful encounter in the car, I had the opportunity to travel through their hometown on a business trip. I suggested that I could arrange my flights in order to have a multi-hour layover, and she could meet me at the airport and we could have a couple of hours of private time. She asked if I could extend my layover to an overnight, and I immediately agreed.

We made plans for me to arrive noon one day and then fly out the following afternoon. We’d have time together during the day, before her kids got home from soccer practice and golf lessons, and then again the next morning.

By this time, her family knew about me, although just ‘as friends’. She suggested that I come over for dinner, I’d already met everyone and it would be comfortable enough. She could even drive me from the airport to my hotel, then to her house, and then back. This all seemed logical, actually, to show that we were ‘just friends’ and keep the story going. Read more »

We [MF] did a Bad Thing at the Office – Pt 3/3

It’s impossible to turn down a request of a topless woman when you are standing in front of her with an erection. Caught in the heat of the moment, I did as she asked, pulling them down from the sides, again getting caught, and then at the last minute, releasing it from the waistband. It sprang to attention, sticking straight out, appearing to point up over the top of her head.

She looked at me, up and down, for a long moment. “These need to come down further.”, reaching for my underwear, tugging them to mid-thigh, along with my jeans.

She sat back in her chair, flipped her hair over her back, and pulled her shoulders against the chair, exposing her tits for my viewing pleasure. Her nipples seemed to get harder as she watched me throb, and I certainly felt myself get even stiffer in response to her attention.

“Oh, I want to touch! Is that ok?” She said, more rhetorically than anything else, as she reached for the shaft with her hand. Slowly caressing it. “Mmmmm’, it’s been such a long time since I’ve done this, I forgot how wonderful it is.” Read more »

We [MF] did a bad thing at the office – Pt 2 (of 3)

I was standing at the opening of her cube, half in, half out. I looked down the hallway, and though I didn’t see anyone, I thought it would be safer if I moved into her cube a bit. I could still see over the wall, in order to spot someone approaching, but I thought I better to keep the bottom half of my body completely out of view. As I stepped in, I inadvertently pressed against her hand such that her whole hand spread itself over my zipper, palm squarely over the ridge in my jeans.

She gave me a firm squeeze, saying, “You are SO hard! We always wondered what you would be packing (the distinctly American phrase rolling off her Russian accent in a starkly erotic way) but never thought one of us would find out.”

She giggled, then let go, leaning back, she glanced at her screen. “Those reports still are not done! I wonder if you could slow them down even more?” And began tracing her finger tips along the bulge, toward my hip. Arriving at the knob, she began playing with the ridge, “I can see – and feel – a lot of detail! Are you not wearing underwear?” Read more »

We [MF] Did a Bad Thing at the Office

I’m a consultant at a distribution center for 15 years. Office is in the front, warehouse in the back. I manage the networks and piddle around with the phone systems as well. We’re doing an upgrade, it’s been going on 18 months, I’m there 12 hour days, three days a week.

There’s a manager in one wing with a dozen women in their 50s and 60s reporting to her. I’m in their age range, so we are peers, have all the same songs and movies. As a professional office, they generally dress business casual, although one is always in a pair of dress jeans, and another is always in oversized smocks and yoga pants.

One day I was working late, configuring machines. Eventually I was the only one there. Or so I thought. I left my cube, full of machines, hardware and boxes of cable, and saw light at the end of the corridor.

I walked down to see who had left there light on. Turns out Rebekah was there. She never stayed late, was hourly, but end of month and some computer problems conspired to give her some OT. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst Affair – She Invited Me Into Her Van

The sexual tension between us had grown unbearable. Every phone call centered around affirmations of how much we wanted each other, followed by adament insistence that we could never let anything physical happen. Although we kept pushing the line, from hugging to kissing to showing off to over the clothes touching. Sure we had had a bit of physical contact when we were younger, but that was a different time, a different situation.

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We needed to see each other again, we couldn’t take it any longer. But we promised we would behave, just making out and teasing. No sex, not even any touching. But given the sexually charged atmosphwere, ridiculous how we thought we could still behave.

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I made up an excuse to fly through her town a couple weeks later. Her husband was getting very suspicious, so we decided to not tell him about this meeting. It wouldn’t be past him to have a friend tail her and spy on the two of us. I arranged to have a long layover in town, and she arranged to have a lunch and shopping trip with her friends where she’d be gone most of the day. Read more »

My [F]irst Affair – I Let Her Change in [M]y Office

Regular readers will remember the last story where my high school crush had stopped by my house after brunch with friends, and had asked to change from her ‘old lady’ clothes from the formal restaurant they’d gone to, into something more comfortable, presumably sexier. And that she had hinted that it would be too bad that I couldn’t watch her change, and that I’d set up a camcorder that she could turn on if she did indeed want me to watch later.

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We’d had our little adventure in the park, complete with police-officer-interruptus, and when she said good-bye, she reminded me to not forget the camcorder I’d locked in my desk when we left.

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After she was gone, the family was around, and there wasn’t any chance at privacy the rest of the day, or into the evening. I didn’t know if she vocalized anything, but I wanted to be able to have the sound on, just in case. With my office right next to the kitchen, I couldn’t risk viewing until the house was empty.

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My [F]irst Affair – [M]eeting After Our First Phone Sex [LONG]

(Sorry it took so long to get back to this. Effing pandemic.)

A few weeks after our adventure of phone sex, she was in town, having brunch with friends. She wanted to meet after, she said she could stop by. The sexual tension was high since our phone adventure, but we hadn’t repeated it. There was still that unspoken electricity whenever we talked from then on.

“I’m going to be dressed up, can I change at your house?” she asked. “Sure, whatever you like.” While it didn’t sound like an invitation for naughtiness, there was that implicit promise that she would be changing into sexier clothes for me. “Oh, good, I’ll have old lady clothes on to meet with my friends. I’m sure you’d rather see me in shorts and a t-shirt.” She confirmed my guess.

“Oh, by the way, my family will probably be home, but we can go somewhere that they’re not all around. “Oh, they will, that’s too bad. It would be awkward for you to watch me change, wouldn’t it?” She laughed, but with an undertone of wistfulness. “Yeah, that would be pretty risky. And then having to explain my hard-on.” We both laughed. Read more »