It was the beginning of May, and my third season as golf professional. My job was to teach the golf swing to the most un-athletic people imaginable or so it seemed. Many of my current and past students were of the older variety, when I say old I mean to say as we do in the profession, “the average age is dead”. I was just arriving at the range and planning my first full day of the season. By scanning the schedule, it appeared as though it would be another one of those dull days with students that think that golf comes by osmosis.
Then I noticed a new student on the schedule, at least she was new to me. “Amy – 12:45″. The schedule gave no information as to the student’s general description; I disregarded this as just another lesson.
The first two lessons seemed to move very slowly. The season was only beginning; I was thinking I should have chosen another profession. At 12:25, our pro shop attendant informed me that Amy was ready on the driving range. I slowly made my way up to the range dreading the next few hours. When I arrived, one of the prettiest sights I have ever seen greeted me. Hitting balls in the teaching area was the most beautiful woman. She was at least 5’7”, and in the best shape of any human, I have ever seen.
As I approached Amy, I also discovered she was wearing a very short skirt and a sleeveless top, which very nicely accentuated her perfect breasts. I introduced myself and found that she was a very avid golfer, and was looking to improve in some small areas in order to qualify for the U.S Women’s Open. She had the sectional qualifier in 3 weeks. Amy had been one hell of a college player but was new to this area; she had just transferred with her work, she had yet to find an instructor she felt comfortable working with. I could only hope she would be comfortable working with me, since there seemed to be an absence of a ring on her finger. I told her to hit a few balls and we would see what needed to be improved. I was thinking absolutely nothing needed improvement.
As the lesson progressed, I was working on making a few slight changes at the top of her backswing. This required that I stand behind her in order to show her the correct position. I also noticed by standing in this position with her body twisted in this manner I had a very nice view of her breasts or more accurately her erect nipples. They were slightly larger than half dollars and pointing upwards toward the sky. At this vision, I began to get a very embarrassing erection. Amy continued with the lesson as if nothing had happened. I myself have never had the opportunity to teach such a lovely being and felt quite overwhelmed with the opportunity.
The rest of the hour passed without any more out of body experiences. After the lesson was over, I scheduled Amy for her next lesson the following week on Wednesday at 12:30. As it turns out, Amy was taking lessons during her lunch hour; she was a computer programmer at a local marketing company. The rest of the first day of the season went on uneventfully. I left work around six with the thought of Amy and her perfect body engraved in my brain.
As the week went on, I could not keep my mind on my work. Amy was a major distraction, a good distraction at that. She had the most killer eyes, eyes that could sweep you away with their deep blue sparkle. I had to find a way to interact with her on a less than professional basis. The only problem was that work had a strict rule about mingling with our students. This I thought could very well be the end of my career unless I could get control of my emotions.
On Wednesday morning, I found myself dressing up a little more than usual for work. One of our major clothing companies had given me their latest clothing designs to wear for the season. I figured this would be the most opportune time to break it out. I had noticed Amy wearing some of the newest fashions from the same company, perhaps this would be a way to bring up a discussion about things other than her grip. As it turned out Amy had to call and cancel, something about a major computer glitch at work that would keep her busy until later in the evening. She had left a number with the receptionist asking that I call her as soon as I had the chance. I finished my 11:30 lesson and went into the office to call her. She sounded very cheerful on the phone, she said she was happy that I called; she needed to take a break. We spoke for about five minutes discussing how her practice had been going. At the end of the call, I told her I would be more than happy to give her a lesson later on that evening.
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A couple of minutes later he heard them coming into the boat. Ariyana turned on music in the main room before they entered the bedroom already kissing. Lauren fell back onto the bed wearing only an oversized black band shirt. When falling the shirt came up exposing her pussy as she laid on her back. Ari climbed on top dropping a little black bag on the bed. They kissed passionately as he watched from the closet. He had to look through different slits in the door to see all of them but he got a great view. Both were only wearing big shirts with no panties on the bed kissing. Tommy was hard within seconds of getting both pussies stacked on display for him. Ariyana was shaved, unlike Lauren.
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Since Ariyana was busted licking Lauren’s ass on a class camping trip in college, their relationship grew from roommates to girlfriends. They had not let anyone outside of the college know yet. Lauren was just not that open about her lesbianism. Meanwhile, Ariyana feared being judged by her religious family. They were very strict about their beliefs and would never accept her being with a woman. It was a major reason she was closeted in the first place. She was barely comfortable letting people at college see them together. Ari also had known that if her parents found out about her dating a woman, they would stop paying her tuition for college. The girls did not want to risk being torn apart just to tell her parents about them.
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The hot sun beat down on her back as Liv kneeled in her garden. She used her fingertips to gently tease apart the root system of two marigolds growing together to closely, competing for resources: sunlight from above, nutrients from the soil below. A trickle of sweat dripped between her freely swinging breasts, and the light breeze tickled the back of her neck. She transplanted the marigolds an appropriate distance from one another: now they would each have room to grow and flower while protecting her tomatoes and peppers from pests.
She sat back on her heels, admiring her work. The garden beds looked wild, but they were the culmination of two years of trial and error, sweat and passion; a true labor of love. The time she had spent building fertile soil was worth it, as now her vegetable plants vined and flowered vigorously and would soon bear fruit.
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I’m involved in the most passionate affair of my life. It takes place every day at lunch. You see, my lover and I work together at the same company and each day, we go over to her apartment for lunch. Instead of eating lunch though, we make love. I can’t think of anything I like more than her tasty pussy or her luscious tits.
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I turn onto my side to see if you’re awake. Basking in the afterglow of my orgasm I subtly trace my finger around your chest, my movements in sync with the rhythm of your breath. You stir. I stop. A tense moment lingers but I continue, unconcerned with you waking. My nails lightly moving down your stomach, across your hip and over your thigh.
Silence.
I have you to myself. Occupied by the dream unfolding in your sleep I can use you without drawing you to consciousness. I slide down the bed positioning myself in line with my part of interest as my hand reaches for the base of your cock. A sly smile dawns on my face and I need to bite my lip to contain my excitement.
How did I get so lucky?
I lay and admire your erection. Hard yet gentle, your soft skin gives way to your throbbing head. Small veins ripple down the underside of your shaft and I trace them with my fingers like a 16th century cartographer charting a way to the promised land. My hand wraps gently around you as my thumb caresses the frenulum, something that would cause you to squirm but in this moment I can enjoy your complete calm in your comatose state.
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It’s afternoon. Well dressed guests are spread throughout a mansion’s entertaining spaces. Music from a string quartet drifts through the air with the sound of voices. Elaborate gardens serve as a backdrop to the scene. Servers in the requisite black and white pass finger food and champagne, which I’m refilling. Everyone is mingling and chatting.
Then I see someone in a bow tie grab one of the passing servants by the ass and feel her up while continuing his conversation with another guest. And I’m not surprised – our contracts stated that we’re also part of the entertainment.
I am surprised a few minutes later when a woman points me in the direction of a man who clearly doesn’t need a refill. The way he looks at me as I walk up is clinical, the way you’d analyze a menu before deciding what you’ll order. He nods just as I reach him and takes my arm, champagne and all. He leads me to the nearest wall, pushes me against it, and puts the champagne bottle against my lips. I drink, and feel his hands roaming over me.
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Guilty Love — Andrea can’t help her feelings for her sleeping sister.
Things should have changed after being away from home for the better part of a year, that’s what I thought anyway. My first year at university had been different certainly, but not in the sort of grand life-changing way I had hoped for. Returning home at the end of the school year I found everything pretty much same. I may as well not have bothered.
As sisters, and only about a year and a half apart, I grew up sharing a room with Lindsay. That hadn’t changed either and even now as I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling I could hear her soft breathing from across the room. I turned my head to look at her but couldn’t make out much more than an undefined mound where her blanket covered her. To think one of the biggest problems in my life was sleeping in the same room as me.
It sounded terrible when I thought of it that way. It wasn’t like Lindsay had done anything to deserve being labeled as a problem, even just in my mind. She was as good a sister as I could have asked for and I wouldn’t have traded her for anything. I just wished I could fix whatever was wrong with me.
[F]irst Time at the Gynecologist – My first time at the gynecologist.
1955 and I’d been offered a typing post with the Civil Service. I’d left college after my 5th Year and after taking several typing exams I’d waited for the right job. The interview had gone swimmingly and i was due to start the following fortnight providing my references were ok and subject to a medical.
The alarm woke me from a deep slumber, I reached over and turned it off and cuddled up to my pillow. Gradually I came round and decided to get up. My doctor’s appointment was at 10:00 and i need to leave the house by 9:30. I threw back the bed sheets and blankets and felt the cool morning air. I brought my long legs up and placed them on the floor, stretching my arms as i did so. I stood up and my bunched up pink baby doll nightie fell down to my thighs. I picked up a towel, went into the bathroom turned on the shower. Went to the toilet, did a wee, wiped myself and checked the tissue, thankfully my period had finished the day before and I was all clear. I would have hated to have gone to the doctor’s wearing a Dr. Whites.