Author: StrungOutPhoenix

Afternoon [F]un at the [M]all

I lock the door to my car as I walk through the parking lot into the mall, eager to get out of the summer heat. My sandals flapping lazily as I stroll into the mall, matching my pace to the automatic doors. I take a look around as I march on towards my destination, surprised that the halls are more vacant than usual but then again it is still rather early.

I check my cell phone as I step onto the escalator, texting as the stairs beginning their slow climb. I never noticed you a couple of steps ahead of me in your skirt and tank top, carrying your purse in one arm, just two steps above me. I pocket my cell phone and you catch my attention with a gasp. You falter slightly, your free hand reaching out to steady yourself on the railing, as you let out a breathy gasp. I watch you curiously, wondering if you are in pain before I catch the faint, sweet, smell that causes my blood to rush. I look down, trying to imagine what is under your skirt as we near the top. The perfume of your wet pussy teasing my nose, making me wonder what you have hidden between your legs. Read more »

Swedish Massage [MF][creampie]

I finish washing my hands, preparing for the last client for Sunday. I look over the room one last time to make sure everything is in order, and reset the play list on the iPod before I walk out into the waiting room.

I take a moment to look you over, seeing you chatting with a friend as you two sit in terry cloth robes and hope that you look my way when I say your name. My hands folded in front of my tight short as I call out your name with a smile. You look up at me, my smile broadening as I invite you to follow me.

Leading you down a dimly lit hallway, and opening the door as I let you go in first. The hint of your perfume following behind you, intoxicating me as I struggle for a moment to remain focused and follow you in. I walk over to the cabinet, pulling out a clean sheet as I ask if you have had a Swedish massage before. I catch you looking at me as I turn around, my train of thought faltering again as you respond that you have not. Read more »

A Girl’s Night Out [MF][Cheating][Creampie]

I smile at the bartender as I pass her my credit card to start my tab. It was one of those days today, and I just needed to get out of the house and be some place where I wouldn’t know anyone. I close my eyes as I take a pull from my beer, the cold rye taste filling my mouth as I savor the cold hoppy flavor. Relishing in the release and riding the wave to finally relax after the day’s events. I set the pint down, looking around to take inventory of the bar.

Dim lighting, a nice crisp contemporary feel to it. There is a stage for bands on the weekends, and a large enough dance area that is away from all of the seating. A pleasant contrast for those who want to live it up and those enjoying the music and atmosphere. It is starting to fill up as I finish my review of the bar. I can hear you and your friends coming in, loud and excited for a night out. I absently look up at the muted TV’s, watching nothing as I take another long drink. Read more »

A Ca[m]pground A[f]fair

*We are in section L152, so practically neighbors!*

I hastily text her before stashing my phone. The surprise encounter still fresh in my mind. Still marveling at how small the world can be some times. One minute you are finishing setting up camp with your wife, and the next you are running into an old college fling. Almost groaning out at the memory of how she teased me with memories of our college adventures, or just how good her ass looked as she walked back to her friends and camp site.

Leaving me to compose myself before returning to mine… “Did you grab the buns and snacks from the pantry?” My wife’s voice calls out from the back of the car. Did I? Fuck. No I didn’t. It was still sitting on the shelf where I put it after we got back from the grocery store.

“No, that is safe and sound at home. Did we forget anything else?” I call out as I walk towards the car. Glancing over our bags and equipment spread from the car to our tent. Read more »