She [F27] asked to buy my [M19] cigarette

Every Friday after college we went to the pub with a group of friends because for some reason bar owners thought it was a good idea to have a happy hour when the local schools finish early. I was best friends with a girl who was in a long term relationship (they ended up married with kids) and had a crush on her for ages. She was very flirty and clearly liked the attention.

It was my turn to buy a round of drinks so went to the toilet first before I went to the bar. On exiting the bathroom heading to the bar I lit up a cigarette as we were still allowed to smoke in the pub. I ordered the drinks for my friends and one of the older ladies at the bar tapped me on the shoulder. She was in business attire but I could clearly see her figure. She had short dark hair, green eyes and a very nice smile.

The Trophy Club (part 2) (hunter/prey, rough, mf, ff, anal, toy)

Emily parked up outside the house with a grin. She looked forward to this weekend every year. She wondered if she might see some of the usual group this time. She squirmed as the memory of her countless hunts flooded her memory. Emily glanced up to her mirror and ran her fingers through her dark brown curls and fixed a smudge in her make up. She bit her lip and giggled as she got out the car.

She dropped her backpack in the heap and rushed at the familiar woman by the main doors. “Jess!” She wrapped her arms around the other woman tightly.

“Emily! I.. need to breath..” Jessica croaked as Emily squeezed her tightly. Emily blushed and loosened her grip before stepping back. “It’s nice to see you back this year.” Jessica grinned. Her perfectly made up face would have been intimidating if Emily hadn’t known the beautiful woman so well.

“I’m see you’re helping run the show. How did you land that one huh?” Emily teased.

When I was in high school I had a crush on my teacher [public][agegap][soft Mdom]

Hey there! Pt3 is coming. But tonight I had a different story in mind. Hope you like it ;). There’s A picture of me for 4 h on my profile

When I was in high school I had a crush on my art teacher. He was a good looking man in his early 40s, with a soft beard spotted in grey, warm brown eyes and thick expressive eyebrows that could tell you a whole story without a word. But the thing I liked the most about him were his hands: he had large strong hands, so many times I had woken up with still the sensation of his hands on me. He had been my first sexual fantasy: the first time I woke up wet I was thinking of him.

It was my last year, I was close to 19 and I was getting older and bolder in my thoughts. I was a virgin, I had never even seen a dick, my family was very conservative, masturbation was shunned almost as much as sex. But of course I masturbated. Every position I saw in porn, I dreamt about him putting me into it, giving me orders in a soft voice. Another fantasy of mine was to have him tell me how to touch myself, showing me how to make myself cum.

New job leads to fun with ex-coworker [MFF]

So, I’m a staunch believer in “don’t dip your pen in the company ink,” especially in a post #metoo world. That doesn’t mean flirtation and fantasies don’t happen though.

Sarah is a customer service manager I worked with where we had the light friendly conversation that sometines was a little flirtatious. She’s about 5’6″, dirty blonde hair, pretty, but doesn’t really try hard, so she comes off like a 7 until the Christmas party where shes like a 12. She’s got a decent body for 30. Divorced. One kid in middle school.

Anyway, covid has the whole company remote, but I have meetings with her about tasks she needs done for her group over the last year via video. She’s seen Kate and Kate they’ve exchanged pleasantries. We don’t hide anything from each other, so Kate knew we’d flirted in the past. She innediately understood why.

Anyway, as happens in the world you need to change companies to get a real pay raise. I found a company looking for a remote position I was over qualified for that paid more and I got the job.

Teasing in the park [F] [exhibition]

When I looked outside recently and saw the wind blowing, rustling the tree branches and blowing the leaves around in the air, there’s only one thing I thought of: short hemline weather. I was so eager to head out to the park that day, wearing a peach floral-print sundress with a flared skirt that went just barely halfway down my thighs, ready to have a delicious morning turning heads and teasing the guys out for a walk. I just live for that addictive thrill: the moment I feel a cool breeze climbing up my bare legs and billowing underneath my skirt, playing with the fabric, deciding whether or not to lift it up all the way and flash my panties to everyone around. The loss of control, the sheer helplessness in a public space, surrounded by eyes almost begging for a peek, and all I can do is wait and see what happens.

A different kind of pool party [Group]

During our dating life we hung out with our friend’s naked while at lakes and camping so we were both used to being naked around other people. But when we got married we moved away from our friends to start a life in a new state.

One day we were invited to a pool party at a couple’s house whom we had recently met. As it turned out this was a different kind of party. After a few drinks everyone started to loosen up and started removing their bathing suits, before we knew it everyone was naked in and out of the pool. We weren’t shocked or anything, just a bit surprised. What was a bit surprising though was as time progressed, several people began sitting in very suggestive and erotic positions and it was obvious some were getting pretty aroused.

In an effort not to look like prudes, we removed our suits as well. I must admit that watching the party goers engage in sexual activity was quite arousing. I could plainly see, as I’m sure everyone could, that my husband was enjoying the sights.

Taking his virginity an hour after meeting him [MF]

(if you don’t want pre-story details skip to ***)

I [F23] had just gotten out of a 6-year relationship with some guy from high school.. when about 2 weeks after my friends hit me up to go out downtown to spend some time together and have some drinks. I resisted at first, but realized how much I was missing sex and wanting to have some fun after being so upset from the breakup.

I get to my friends apartment and we start pre-gaming for about 45 minutes before we head out to the bars. My group of 6-7 friends had invited some guys to hang as well and with us, who were boosting my confidence because the second I walked in in my skirt with tights and a tight shirt that showed off my tits perfectly. I had been wanting this kind of attention, and I was about to get it. A few of them try to make small talk with me, but I was waiting for the real deal when we got to the bars. This one guy, Jake, walks up to me and tells me how sexy I look in my skirt and tights. I can obviously tell he wants me but I know I need some more alcohol before I do anything crazy.

Making Work Conferences Fun [MF] [MFF] [Str8] [Les]

On the grand list of bullshit jobs one will work in a lifetime falls a job I had about ten years ago. On the whole, I don’t suppose it was all that bad, really; just a lot of tedium and boredom mixed with occasional bouts of extreme stress.

So, a job.

That said, most of my co-workers were in their mid-twenties like me, so there was a fair amount of screwing around and socializing when the managers weren’t around (or–more often than not—hiding in their offices). A few months after I started, Michelle and Amber started. At first, they mostly kept to themselves and didn’t engage much with the larger group. Soon enough, though, they were paling around with the rest of us.

The three of us formed a somewhat tight bond. As the only male in my department, I was something of a novelty, which I suppose Michelle and Amber embraced. Before long, the three of us were hanging out outside of work as well.

Both Michelle and Amber were fairly attractive, and I have to admit that was never lost on me. Most interesting was that—-from time-to-time—our banter would turn flirty (especially when we weren’t at work), but I never read too much into it . . . until we all three attended our first off-site work conference together.

Long time friends get much closer :)))

Del shivered waiting under the plastic bus shelter. Spring was coming, but the wind was sharp and she wasn’t wearing a jacket. She hugged herself and tucked her hands in her armpits. As she hopped on the spot, she turned to face her friend, Odin.

“I hope they play *Biggie*,” she said.

“I’m sure they will,” he replied. “It’s a 90’s night. How could they not?”

He leaned with his elbows on his knees, sitting on the bench. His baggy shirt pressed against him in the wind and he shook his hair out. The bus pulled up and Del was ready with her bus pass, itching to get going. The pair sat together in silence across from an older man.

Del’s mini skirt pushed up her thigh as she sat down. This didn’t go unnoticed by the older man. She looked at him and he raised his eyebrows at her and licked his lips. Odin reached out and put his arm around her, pulling her close. It was a bit of a surprise to her, Odin and her were friends, but she appreciated the act of protection and leaned in. The man looked away.