Clunky Boobs

It was a hot July day, hotter than most July days get in England. My husband had left for work a little earlier than usual but the phone rang just after mid day and before I answered the shrill ring I knew it was him with his usual lunch time call. We spoke a few brief words before I hung up the phone and returned to the washing up that still remained in the sink from breakfast.

I started to sing along with the CD I was playing, rather loudly I must admit, as my hands delved into the soap bubbles in the sink. As it was so hot and I had no plans to go out I had just slipped a very short, lemon, summer dress over the top of my body along with a pair of small lemon knickers. No girl I know wears a bra in this heat and I am no different. The track playing on the CD player was a love ballad and it began to conjure up images of love making until my mind strayed from the song and scenes of erotic passion were flirting through my mind. Un-noticed by me my nipples had become harder and were pressing firmly against the thin material of my dress. (more…)

The evening began at her house where he picked her up and whisked her off to dinner at his place. As they arrived at the house, it was getting dark, and there were no lights on in the house.

He opened the front door, and, after taking off his shoes and hers also, went around the house lighting candles along the hall and in the rooms they would be occupying. After leading her into the dining room, he left her waiting in the dining room while he went to get the food, and she made herself comfortable. (more…)

Alana drove down from Atlanta to Athens to visit the Botanical Gardens at the University of Georgia. The hotel clerk in Atlanta said it was worth the drive. Arriving in Athens that early morning, she decided to stop for breakfast and then start her tour of the gardens after. Pulling into the gas station to fill up, Alana decided to ask the attendant to recommend someplace to stop. Waiting in line behind a very tall broad shouldered man, Alana’s mind and eyes wandered. She was trying to imagine what the man in front of her looked like and then he spoke to the cashier. (more…)

Mony tumbled onto the wagon willy-nilly and ended up between Tom’s legs. He sat with his back against the sideboard, his legs on either side of her. She tried to give him a little room, but the crush of people pushed her back. Still, she hugged her knees rather than lean against him. In the dark, she could see very little. The straw smelled clean and fresh. Laughter wafted over them as the driver slapped the reins, and the horses began to pull. The wagon jerked, and Mony felt Tom’s hands on her sides, steadying her. Although he quickly removed his hands, she was disappointed. His touch felt…sensual. (more…)