Wasting No Time part 1

Rick sat in his car, waiting for Cece to get to the parking lot. Rick hadn’t had much luck with that alternative online dating. Then Cece messaged him. Now, just a mere month and lot of sexting later, he was outside of her job. His heart raced as she approached his car and got in.

“Rick, right?”, she said with a nervous smile. “You’re a lot better looking in person!”

“Likewise!”, he answered as he drove out of the lot. “So, want to go to…”

“There’s only one place I wanna go…”, Cece interrupted, unzipping his pants and reaching for his increasingly growing cock. Rick moaned slightly. “Let’s not waste any time then!” He risked a speeding ticket to get back to his condo and Cece stroked his hard cock inside his pants.

They pulled up to the condo building, Rick unsuccessfully trying to hide his hard on from his neighbors as they walk toward the elevator.

“So, your profile mentions you’re into a little kink, huh?”, Rick says to Cece while covertly grabbing her ass under her intentionally short skirt. “Good. I’ve got plans for that ass!”

“Plans, huh?”, Cece responded with a chuckle. “Should I be worried?”

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The Barista

Ken was your run-of-the-mill tech nerd pulling an all-nighter before the exam of his life. If he passed tomorrow’s certification exam, he’d be a shoe-in for that open developer position and a near-six figure salary. But first, he needed an energy boost to back up his late-night studying efforts. The coffee shop in the Target near his apartment was still open, so he decided to drop in for a fresh double shot.

When he reached the shop, he saw the hottest little barista behind the counter. She wore a black shirt under her company-issued apron that was slightly low cut, teasing Ken with just enough cleavage to give him a slight hard on but still leave something to the imagination. She had looked thoroughly bored when Ken walked in, but her disposition immediately changed as he walked up to the counter. Both of them stared for a split second, forgetting why they each were there. Then Ken shook off his jitters and ordered.

“Oh…ummmm….yeah…give me a double shot with mocha…Melissa!”, Ken finally mustered, looking at her name tag to call her by her name and make himself seem more personable.

“Trying to stay up, huh?”, Melissa offered.

Roomies part 2

It had been a month since our first threesome. AJ and I had hooked up a few times on our own, AJ and Jim had, too. None of us were ever jealous of the other since we all got what we wanted and had a foundation of friendship before things got steamy.

This week at work had been a stressful one for me, so my Friday was going to be spent relaxing. AJ had gone to the bar with her girlfriends and Jim was out of town for a couple of weeks visiting his parents. I had the whole place to myself. I thought the night would only involve hockey on TV, Chinese food and porn before bed.

I drifted off to sleep after my post-porn shower. A few hours later, I heard AJ come in. I didn’t think much of it. Then I heard a few whispers as my bedroom door opened. I heard something about a “don’t think he’ll mind” and “hell yeah, I’m down…”. It sounded like AJ. I was feigning sleep, interested in what was coming my way. I kept up the act in case it was part of her plan.

Caught in the Rain

She was a smart, hot, wonderful woman from across town. We met online, of all places. We exchanged numbers, chatted, texted and went out for a few friendly lunches. After a few kinda platonic/almost flirty dates, I now found myself in a movie theater on a Friday night not far from my condo, taking one for team testosterone and watching the latest chick flick. Truthfully, all of the characters sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher when you’re sitting next to a goddess, as I was. Her silk skin, glowing in the pale, flickering light of the big screen, and her sweet, natural scent were making my heart flutter and mind race.

Roomies part 1

The three of us had been roommates for about a year. AJ, Jim and I usually got along pretty well. But AJ and Jim had a thing for each other. They tried to hide it, but I could tell. I thought she may have quietly liked me, as I swear I’d catch her looking at the bulge in my pajama pants every now and then, but neither of us ever made a move, so I assumed Jim was her choice. It didn’t keep me from checking out her ass in her pajama shorts or her nipples when she wore a skimpy tank top around the house. I jerked off to her a lot more than she knew!