Clunky Boobs

She slowly slides her tongue from between his lips and trails it down his chin, following the line of his throat. Between the wet of her tongue and the kisses she plants as she moves lower, his cock is rock hard! He is starting to awaken… He hears her giggling…that sexy little laugh she has when she is pleased, or being pleased!

She slid back into bed with him…he was fastened to the bed; how he got that way he does not know. Not one to sleep so soundly, though the evening of sex they had was enough to cause anyone to lose consciousness. “You need to let me loose!” He told her. His mind racing, remembering the past, flashbacks from decades ago! He strained at the bindings…too strong for him. “Let me go!” (more…)

Stacie placed the last plate on the table as the downstairs buzzer sounded through the phone.

“Hello?” she said into the phone.

“Hi Stace, it’s me,” a deep male voice said, triggering a flood of heat through her body.

“Come on in, Logan,” Stacie said, pushing the button on the phone to let him in. Stacie hurried through the kitchen and living room to the door. She got there just as there was a knock. She unlocked the door and opened it, revealing her lover of two years.

“Wow, Stacie,” Logan said, when she opened the door. “You look gorgeous.” Stacie was dressed in a navy blue halter-style dress that rested just above her knees, accentuating her long legs. Logan loved the way they felt wrapped around him as he drove himself deep inside her, pushing them both over the edge. Her long curly brown hair hung loose. Logan groaned silently as he thought about how he loved the way it felt in his hands when he gently pulled it while making love to her doggy-style and how it felt against his skin as she kissed her way down his body before taking him in her mouth. He felt himself harden at the image. He forced his gaze back to her face. As usual, Stacie wore no makeup, which was fine by him because he thought she was beautiful without it. On her feet was a pair of low-heeled pumps. (more…)

SHARON and I met at a lunch room in a church fellowship building on the campus of the University. It was a handy place to eat if you didn”t have too long between classes and besides, they served hearty soups and over-stuffed sandwiches.

She was a curvy brunette, somewhat below average height, with long, straight hair pulled back from a pretty heart-shaped face. Her eyes were dark above wide cheekbones, her mouth curved and generous. She wore little or no make-up and her wide, pretty face glowed with youth and health and sun. When she smiled she showed large, even teeth of a startling white. She was terrifically sexy as only young, full-figured women can be. (more…)

It was just another day for Tracy. The kids had left for school, and all the day held for her now was housework and perhaps a trip to the store. Some days she wondered why she bothered getting out of bed. Ever since her divorce eight months earlier, her husband preferring a younger, blonder woman from his office to his own family, she had been doing the best she could to take one day at a time.

With a sigh, she opened the washing machine and filled it with dirty laundry. It never failed to amaze her just how much laundry three children could create. Leaving the machine to fill, she retreated to the kitchen and made herself her second cup of coffee for the day while she browsed over the ever-increasing pile of bills on the bench. Lost in thought, she was quickly brought back to reality when there was a loud banging noise coming from the laundry. She almost spilled her coffee, setting it down and running to see what could have cause such a racket. (more…)

‘Good morning, Alice! Oh! I did not know you had company! I will speak to you later, Love.’

‘Don’t go, Terry! This is Molly, my daughter! I was telling her all about you. What a lovely man you are! Say hello to Terry, Molly.’

‘I must say you have brought back a grin to my Mum’s face, Terry. I am very pleased to meet you. I’m a lonely widow-woman too. I was wondering if you had some of the joy you give my Mum, for me?’

Before you think I am cradle snatching. Alice did tell me about this daughter of hers and I happened to know she is fifty-nine years young. A little bit plump here and there, but still a nice looking woman. She was no shrinking violet because she got up laboriously from her chair and grabbed my old bones and gave me a smacker on my lips that even a vacuum cleaner company would have given thousands to get hold of. Of course old Alice was back to her grinning again and me not noted for my bravery when facing extreme peril…Wanted out of there! (more…)

*Part II: Flying High*

“This story follows on directly from Undercover”

Sandra awoke to the low hum of aeroplane engines feeling completely disorientated. Where was she? And how the hell did she get here? She rubbed her eyes, swollen from enforced sleep and tried to swallow. Her throat was sore and her head ached. As her eyes came into focus, she saw two familiar men sitting opposite her, watching her closely.

“Well…” said one of the men with a smile. “Looks like sleeping beauty has finally awoken” (more…)

Her name was Dawn. We met last year at the annual sales conference. She was tall, about 5′11″ and had shoulder length, dark brown hair. She was slim, a size 10, but with breasts that seemed a couple of sizes too big for her otherwise slender build. She was dressed in an elegant yet professional two piece trouser suit that revealed her figure to full effect while at the same time gave her an air of reserved competence. Yet what first caught my attention were her deep, ice blue eyes and warm smile. (more…)

The was no need for introductions, everyone knew each other. The ladies seated themselves in the drawing room whilst the men stood around chatting as if they had nor seen each other for weeks. Josiah’s Butler was serving the pre-dinner drinks and Eleanor, with her practised eye was surveying her guests but in a manner not too obvious.

She noted that both Anthea and Moira had been exposed to some sort of sexual activity not too many hours before. Eleanor having some years previously been a partner in a consultancy specialising in sexual psychiatry recognised the facial signs. She glanced at Beryl and recognised in her a woman who hadn’t, as she put it in her mind, ‘”Been” “fucked in weeks and was dying for it”‘. (more…)

They had worked for three hours and still couldn’t get Pam’s car to start. It was a matter of honor to her to not ask a guy for any help, although many of them had stopped and offered it. Pam was determined to fix her own car by herself to prove to the world that she could do it and that she was not totally dependent on guys to take car of the mechanical things. Besides, her father had shown her just what to do when it wouldn’t start like this, but she couldn’t remember exactly what it was he did to get it running. (more…)

April 13, 1998

The beach was deserted at this time of the morning, but Savannah did not mind. A little solitude would be welcome after the past week. But she was determined to forget the stress of meetings, consultations, and supply problems. She had another week to do as she wished before she was needed in West Virginia. Being boss meant ‘delegate’.

She positioned herself directly facing the rising sun. Under her pale blue wrap, she wore only a dark blue thong. Legs slightly spread for optimum exposure she settled into the sand and sighed in pleasure. The warm granules heated her flesh. She closed her eyes behind her sunglasses and drifted off to sleep. (more…)