My boyfriend and I were sitting in the car outside of a local adult shop. We had heard that this adult shop in particular had booths inside (there's holes either side of the booth so someone can go in the booth next to you, put their cock in the hole and get it sucked, etc). Being the first time either of us had done anything like this, we were nervous but excited. We built up the courage to go inside, browsed the store for a little while before slowly making our way towards the booths. As we neared the booths, another guy had entered the store and was 'browsing' DVDs. We built up the courage to enter the booths, and we were followed in by that guy who was outside browsing. Being overwhelmed with everything, we left and headed back to the car.
Tag: Straight
First blowjob from some aggressive older girls during summer school [FMF]
I was 14 and a late bloomer, barely five feet and skinny as a fire pole. A few sprigs of pubic hair were a very recent addition to my southern hemisphere. The only time I’d ever touched a girl was during an awkward slow dance the year before. I mustered all my courage and asked Katie Lucien to dance to a Boyz II Men song. I think it was “I’ll Make Love To You.” This wasn’t intentional, I can assure you. It was one of those panicky spur of the moment decisions that I forced myself to make sometimes. All I can remember are my sweaty palms and being grateful for the half foot of air between our bodies, which safely hid my rock hard erection from her. After the dance was over, I watched her embarrassed face turn towards her friends laughing off to the side. She quickly scampered away without so much as a goodbye or a see you later. Welcome to the 8th grade in 1997.
Older women make good lovers
So I was 29 working for a phone company, unhappily married and very frustrated. I loved my job, hated most everything else about my life. Many women and even college girls were flirty when I would be there working. I figured no big deal, just playful fun. Then I met Joan. I found out later she was 38. She looked mid twenties. I had been to her house a few months earlier when she and her hubby were moving in. I did some work for them. He seemed like a total A-hole. She was quiet but very attractive even in her "moving clothes". So here I was back there to add a phone line in her home office. Daddy man was no where to be seen and when I had rang the doorbell I was very stunned to see what she was wearing. Tight spandex mid thigh workout pants and a sports bra. Hair pulled back but not tight, just sort of loose and sexy. This time she was very pleasant (I figured due to the old grouch not being there) and soon we were chatting and laughing. I asked her what she did, she told me she was a writer. I asked of what? She said lots of things and just smiled. I told her I was a writer too sort of playfully and she totally bit on it. "Oh Really?!" Of what….?" She was sitting at her desk in front of her computer and I walked over and told her to step aside. She laughed and seemed very intrigued… I brought up a fresh Word doc page and started to type up a naughty limerick that included things about her and her house so she would know it was totally spontaneous… She read as I typed and she was laughing hysterically. But she was also right beside me, standing just inches away and I could smell her. She was so fresh, like she just stepped out of the shower and her scent had my head spinning. At one point she slapped my shoulder as I typed and I stood straight up and looked at her very aggressively. She froze… you could see the look of uncertain fear in her eyes.. I waited just long enough to let her sweat and them burst into laughter. Relief flushed over her face and she hit me again. But now her nipples were making an appearance through her tight top. Having made my point I pulled the chair out for her and told her to try to top me while I got to work. She accepted the playful challenge and I was frankly starting to get the idea, she might want more than just playful flirting. I went and got some stuff from my truck and when I got back she was typing and smiling like she just got caught thinking bad things. I insisted she let me read it and she resisted but relented, acting as if she was doing me some sort of huge favor. What I read was shocking! It was a story about an interlude that started when a woman was caught peeking out her window watching the landscaper work in the hot sun with no shirt on… She was not far enough along for it to be really hot but it was headed there. So I was like "well I see what you think about all day when you are all alone! Next you are going to tell me you have a landscaper do your lawn!?" She didn't deny it and I knew I was onto something. So I was like "So Joan?, What do you do when you watch your guy working?>>>" She tried to deny the story was about her but there was no question she was leading me into her private thought life. So I came right out and asked her what she would do if he came right up to the door and asked for a glass of water… she laughed and said "probably get a divorce"… And I was like, "well honestly, the thought of a one time encounter with a totally hot total stranger is pretty damn erotic"
How I ended up [F]ucking [M]y roommate again…
So first off, I want to thank everyone for the kind response, y’all really blew me away, and it made writing this next part much easier! If you haven’t read Part 1, that will fill you in on all the backstory, as this part picks up first thing the next morning after the events of that part:
Saturday morning rolls around, and I still can’t believe what just happened. But after pinching myself a few times, I decided that my roommate is actually laying in bed next to me naked, and that this is real. She’s still fast asleep, so I decided to head out for a few miles run, with the idea of coming back showering the sweat and sex off of me- before trying to have a go at it again this morning. I get back, dry off from the shower, and hop back in bed with her. She’s been woken up by me coming in going a bit, but seemed content to lay in bed for a bit longer. We talk a little bit about what happened, how we both enjoyed it, but then I try to move from just kissing to making out and getting a little handsy, and she shuts that right down. I’m thinking to myself, fuck, maybe I was too forward, but it turns out that she just thinks she has terrible morning breath so doesn’t like to have sex in the morning ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Also, she’s supposed to meet our friend Lila before we all go out for the afternoon (the one that I had dated a bit) for a bike ride down to this old farmer’s market for lunch, and she doesn’t have time to fool around if she’s going to get a shower before hand. I suggest why not both at the same time?
Trust Me [MF MM]
PREFACE: For the sake of realism, and to enhance your reading experience, you should know that my wife and I have already done most, if not all of these things before. Just not all in one session. The following is a fantasy that's been driving me wild for a little while now. It starts off relaxing and romantic, and descends into deeply kinky sex.
Her shoulders were tired and her lower back was throbbing. She loved her job running a greenhouse, but by Friday afternoons she was always exhausted. Today was no exception and she was in dire need of a cold beer and a comfy couch.
Opening their front door, she was hit with a welcome blast of air conditioning, sending a shiver up her spine and raising goose bumps on her arms. Their two dogs came bounding through the kitchen, crashing into her legs with sheer excitement. She was pleasantly surprised – why weren't they in the backyard?
She looked up to see her husband standing in the kitchen with a mischievous grin.
"Well, hey! Why are you home so early?" she asked.
"Come with me…" he said, offering his hand and sidestepping her question.
The sex student – part 22
Part 22 Sorry I haven't posted sooner, this vacation has gotten a bit crazy (but awesome fun)… anyways…
Part 22
When I woke up it was just before 2 in the afternoon. I felt surprisingly relaxed and rested. I wandered over to the ensuite and looked myself over in the mirror. I found my kitty was pink and a bit swollen but not sore, though it was definitely puffy and a bit rubbery feeling in places from all the attention it had gotten. I put a finger into myself just in case, but not only was i not sore it felt good. Since Lady Janet was no where to be seen so I used the washroom then went to find her. The house felt strangely quiet and cold, wandering around nude made it feel a bit spooky.
Lady Janet was in the great room, nude as i was, dusting. She noticed me right away…
"Good you're awake, we've got about 2 hours before the guests start to show up, and I'll need an hour to get us properly ready. For now go take a bath, not a shower a bath, when I'm done I'll come find you."
[M]y New Year’s Eve [F]uck — Long story, long time ago
I've written in the past about the fact that before I met my wife, I didn't really have a lot of positive sexual experiences. This story is about the one exception to that — other than with my wife, the best sex that I've ever had.
I was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to sex, alcohol, and especially sex after having consumed a bit of alcohol. So I was in my mid-20s before I fully figured out that a couple of drinks dulled my senses enough that I could still really enjoy sex, but also last an extra-long time.
The night that I really figured this out was a New Year's Eve in the mid-2000's. My girlfriend at the time was in her mid-20's. She was about 5'6" and around 130 pounds. She had shoulder-length hair, B cup breasts, and kept herself trimmed but (unfortunately for my fantasies) never shaved or waxed.
We had both spent Christmas with our respective families before flying back to where we both lived for New Year's. So we hadn't seen each other for about a week, and the sexual energy between us was higher than normal. That night she wore a simple outfit — a blue dress with a plunging neckline that she knew was one of my favorites, a necklace (white gold heart) that I'd given her, and a pair of low heels.
A straight girl’s (f 22) sneaky first time with me (f 22) in a tent. (Long and detailed)
So I created a throwaway just to post this story because I thought it was just too good not to share with you guys. For all you pervs out there who care nothing for the back-story; the dirty bit begins after the *****.
Let me start with a little about myself; I'm 22, 5 ft 5 with DD's, shoulder-length brown hair, curvy hips, and what some would call a 'bubble butt'. I have been described as "a feminine tom-boy who wears red lipstick and tight ripped jeans".
I've only recently come out in my social circle as a lesbian and I discovered very quickly just how many 'straight' girls are down to use me as their guinea pig to experiment. It's an exciting time you guys.
Recently my friends and I went to a 4-day-camping music festival, one of those ones where theres a horny drug-and-alcohol-charged atmosphere. A day or two before we were set to leave my friend Martin (who is also gay) informed me that we would be sharing our tent with two other girls Sam and Lily. I knew Lily fairly well, but Sam I had only met a handful of times and it was always while we were both drunk at mutual friends' parties. Sam was probably about the same height as me, but much more petite with a great tight ass, a short platinum blonde bob, lovely DD tits, and huge bright blue eyes. She had a very deliberate and quirky way in which she both dressed and held herself, and I vaguely recall her once mentioning she was a dabbling musician.
Kylies Good Boy – Part 2 [Fdom][Msub][inc]
The days passed and so did the weeks. I did not hear from Kylie. It seemed she could even deny me the humiliation of begging her to play with me. Until today.
A Trip to St. Louis [MF][Hotwife][Denial][Exh]
Before the kids (and the responsibility that comes with them) came into our lives, it wasn’t uncommon for us to just decide on a Friday to go out of town for the weekend. Typically, when this happened, we’d go to St Louis. We call that afternoon for reservations at the Adam’s Mark downtown and head up after work.
St Louis was perfect. It was four hours from home, so it was close enough that we could get there easily in a night …and far enough away that no one knew us. We’d go home from work, throw a few things in a bag, and hit the road. We almost had it down to a science.
For the record, my wife is 5’2”, 110 pounds, and has the most gorgeous set of tits on the planet … period. And it was not uncommon for her to be nude by the time we hit the interstate for the trip. Sometimes she’d wave flirtatiously at the truckers as we passed them …sometimes she’d lean over to get a coke from the back seat, pushing her ass towards the moon roof …and sometimes she’d prop her pedicured feet on the dashboard and take a nap. Once in a while she’d get herself so worked up that she had to get off, but she usually tried to keep the tease going as long as possible. Regardless, I normally got a show all the way to East St. Louis, Illinois.