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After Hours and More
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
AFTER HOURS
Ah spring! It was the kind of day where the air is so humid you
can cut it with a knife. I had just come back from lunch with my
friends and was still joking about our co-worker Ralph's dress
habits. He says he was a nerd in high school, but that he is not
anymore. But just looking at him in his shorts and pink shirt,
trying to be cool, you can tell he lives, eats, and breathes com-
puters. Not that he's disagreeable, but he just seems very naive
and tries too hard to fit in.
As we went up the stairs to get back to work, Eva came down. The
air conditioning in the building was always cranked, and Eva's
nipples were responding by showing through her blouse. If ever
there was a woman that could stop traffic, she was it: shoulder
length blonde hair, dark complexion, and brown eyes. She looked
particularly good in the red blouse and black skirt that she wore
today.
As we passed, she smiled and said, "Hello." Her smile was wonder-
ful, flashing white teeth behind full lips. It was the perfect
compliment to her round face.
The afternoon passed with the usual meetings and kibitzing around
the coffee maker. As 5:00 approached, Ted called me into his of-
fice. All of the offices had windows into the adjoining offices,
so we called them fish bowls. Most people had posters or some-
thing blocking the window so that you didn't feel like you were
on display. Ted had a PC on his desk and wanted to show me some
pictures he had gotten off of the network. He told me to close
the door, and then he brought up a picture of a brunette wearing
only a bikini bottom, her top dangling from her upturned hand.
Childish as this may seem, there is an odd pleasure in viewing
naughty pictures on company equipment during office hours. Ted
said he had two more, one was a crotch shot and the other was a
poor resolution photo of woman in a nightgown.
"Are you Catholic?" Ted asked.
"I used to be," I said.
"Catholic boys always seem more interested in dirty pictures," he
said. Perhaps that was it.
"Going home, now?" Ted asked.
"No, I have some files to change before I go. P.A. wants the
changed in by Friday."
"Who is P.A.?" said Ted.
"Potato chip ass? Our boss, Chuck. Don't you think he walks
around like he has a potato chip up his ass and he is trying not
to break it?"
Ted laughed. "I never thought of it that way."
"See you tomorrow, then," I said and left.
I worked at my desk until about 7:00, and then got up to leave.
The building was nearly empty, I think everyone wanted to get
home on such a hot day. As I passed Ralph's office, I heard bits
of conversation. I would not have paid any attention, but I want-
ed to give him a hard time about being a nerd for staying so
late. When I went to open the door, the voice I heard was Eva's.
What was she doing with Ralph, I wondered. So I stopped and
listened.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Eva asked.
"No. We broke up about a year ago," answered Ralph.
"What was she like?" Eva's voice had a strange sound to it, al-
most a combination of sympathy and strain.
"She was tall and very smart. I think that is why she dumped me.
She said I was not interesting enough for her. She went to Cali-
fornia 3 months after we split." Ralph sounded very bitter.
I did not want to be seen in the hallway, listening at Ralph's
door, so I went into the next office. It was dark, the occupant
long gone. There was the usual window between the two offices,
which Ralph had put a bookcase against to get some privacy. How-
ever, the bookcase was slightly smaller than the window, and I
could see Ralph sitting on his desk, with Eva standing two feet
in front of him. I knew I would not be seen, because the office I
was in was dark, and Ralph's was brightly lit.
"I don't think you're uninteresting," continued Eva. This made my
eyebrows raise. Ralph? Interesting? When a friend came in from
out of town recently, he took him to the health club. Not my idea
of showing a friend the hot spots.
"You must have some interests besides work," continued Eva.
"Well, I like to listen to music."
"What kind?"
"A little bit of everything; rock, blues, jazz, whatever."
"What else do you do?" Eva asked coyly.
"Watch TV. 'Night Court', 'Thirty-something', you know..." Ralph
began to look nervous.
Just then Eva did something that startled me so much I almost
cried out. She reached over and began stroking Ralph's crotch.
Ralph nearly jumped a foot.
"Just relax. Do you want me to stop?" Eva said.
"Well, this is hardly the place. What if someone sees us?" I
couldn't help snickering.
Eva cooed into his ear, "My you're big. Shouldn't we release John
Thomas from his shackles?"
"But... I don't think... that... would be such a..... good idea,"
Ralph stammered, obviously not concentrating very hard on what he
was saying. I could see he was excited, his dick straining
against his pants.
"Sure it is. Let me unzip you." Eva slowly unzipped Ralph's
pants, then undid the snap. "Stand up," she said.
Ralph stood up. Why wasn't I the one in there with Eva? By this
time, I had quite a hardon myself.
Eva pulled down his pants, and tapped each leg to tell him to
step out of them. She had to take of his shoes to get his pants
off, and he put his hand on her shoulder for support as he bal-
anced on one leg. Then she wrapped her arms around him, and
snaked her hands down his back and into his underwear. She kissed
him long and hard while she massaged his buns. As she broke the
kiss, she moved her hands down his legs, taking his underwear
with them. She took his underwear and flung it into the corner
with a sly grin.
They both laughed as they hugged and kissed again, this time he
ground his hips against her pelvis. When the stopped kissing, she
told him to sit back on his desk. Then she took off his shirt.
"Are you cold?" she asked.
"No. You are making me very warm," he replied.
"Good. Then this should make you warmer." She bent down and very
softly kissed the head of his dick.
"You must be ticklish there," she laughed. "Your balls bounced up
and down."
Then she cradled his balls in her hands and began licking his
shaft. Up and down she went, then she took each of his balls into
her mouth and sucked ever so gently. He closed his eyes as she
put her hand on his ass and put the tip of his dick into her
mouth. I could see her tongue licking farther down his penis.
Then she took a little more of it into her mouth, and moved her
head up and down. He tightened his butt muscles, and tried to
push farther into her mouth, as if he was fucking her face. Then
she slowly pulled off his dick and smiled at him.
"Now it's your turn," Ralph said.
"No, that's all you get," she said, and stood and crossed her
arms.
"Fair is fair. Come here and let me kiss you."
"Okay, but I don't want to it to go too far."
"I promise," he said reasurringly, as he took her into his arms.
When he kissed her, he put one arm around her shoulder, and the
other he put on her ass, just like she had done. I hoped that he
would talk her into fucking; I would love to see those tits.
Ralph began to slip his hand up her blouse, but he kept kissing
her so that would not notice. She did not seem to mind. Then I
saw him trying to undo her bra strap. I think at that point I was
more apprehensive about his success than he was.
He seemed as smooth as silk as he brought his other hand around
to help, but just then she stepped back and said with a
mischievious expression, "Naughty, naughty. We will have none of
that."
"Easy for you to say. You still have all of your clothes on and
I'm in my birthday suit." She did not take that as a reasonable
argument. "Okay, okay, you win. I will let you go. Just one more
kiss, though. Deal?"
"Deal."
Then Ralph approached her and reached around to unzip her skirt.
She tried to step to back and said, "Wait! You said just one
kiss."
"Yes, but I didn't say where," Ralph said with a touch of
laughter.
"That doesn't count."
"Sure it does. A deal is deal. You agreed to it."
"I guess I did." With that, she stood passively and allowed him
to remove her skirt. Her blouse was long enough that it covered
her panties, but I could see that instead of the usual pantyhose,
she had on the old fashioned kind with a garter belt. If Ralph
was surprised, he didn't show it.
"These, too," he said, tugging at her panties. She obliged by
unsnapping the hose from her garter and stepping out of her pan-
ties. She was going to remove her garter belt and hose, but
Ralph said, "Leave those. Now put your arms up."
She lifted her arms and as she did, her blouse went up enough so
that I could see a perfect triangle of brown hair. Her legs were
apart just I little, and I imagined my hard cock between them.
From her tan lines, I could tell that she wore a French cut
bikini when sunbathing. Ralph undid the first two buttons on her
blouse, then pulled the whole thing over her head. Her breasts
were bigger than I had imagined, and they seemed to push to get
out of her bra. They were stretched against her chest because she
had her arms up in the air still, and I could just see the dark
aureole through the lace on the top of her bra. As he reached her
to undo the snap, she slowly lowered her arms over his shoulders.
He took his time with the snap, and after a few seconds began to
nibble on her ear. She had been keeping her pelvis away from his,
but now she pressed it against his and began rubbing his dick
with her muff.
When at last her bra was undone, he moved his hands down to her
ass and squeezed. She closed her eyes and pressed her hips harder
against his. He reached down and pulled her left leg up and put
her foot on a chair. Then he reached around from behind to tickle
her vagina with his fingers. She opened her mouth just a little
then and her expression changed to complete relaxation.
He pulled away a little to let her bra off, and she let it drop
to the floor. He breasts were very firm for their size, and the
nipples were erect. She put her arms around his shoulders again
and pressed her breasts against his chest. I could see the sides
of them squished out from between the couple.
Ralph rubbed her vagina for a little longer, then he bent his
knees so that the head of his penis was right between her legs.
He said, "Here is the kiss I promised you."
He opened his mouth slightly and tugged at her lips with his
teeth. Then he planted his mouth firmly on hers, at the same he
put his dick into her, slowly at first, an inch at a time, until
with one strong thrust it was all inside her. She broke the kiss
and put her head back, her blonde hair falling away from her
face. Ralph moved one hand from her ass and put it on her
breasts, massaging the nipple between his fingers and pressing
the palm of his hand against her breast.
His other hand continued to massage her vagina and the sensitive
skin between her vagina and her asshole. She bent her knee and
rocked with the motion, driving her hips farther onto his dick.
She reached down and grabbed his ass, and pulled him into her as
far as she could on each stroke.
They rocked back an forth like for another minute, then she said,
"This is not comfortable, let's find a different position."
He pulled out and his dick was shiny with her juices. She took
her leg off of the chair and stretched it.
"Turn around," Ralph ordered. She turned around and put her hands
flat on the desk. She stuck her ass out into the air for easy ac-
cess. Ralph ran his fingers up her legs, beginning at her knees,
caressing the top of her hose, and then cupping her vagina in his
hand. She rocked her pelvis back and forth against his hand, and
then he reached around and touched her dangling breasts. He mas-
saged her breasts for a while, as he moved his dick back and
forth in the crack of her ass. Then he bent his knees and put his
dick back into her cunt. She pushed her hips out against his, to
take as much of him into her as she could. He began rocking, with
each thrust his knees getting straight.
He wrapped his arms around her stomach, then moved one hand up to
her breasts and the other down to her clitoris. Their motions be-
came quicker. Eva reached underneath and tickled his balls. He
moved both hands up and squeezed her breasts. Then he got very
tense and moaned, his semen shooting up into her, filling her
with warm rush.
She said, "Stay in me for a while."
Ralph remained inside her while she massaged her clitoris. He
rubbed her ribs and breasts, slowly at first, then harder as she
approached climax. He was squeezing both of her breasts when she
stood on her tiptoes and cried out.
"Shhhhh!" Ralph hissed, then laughed. Her face was flushed, and
she looked like she did not expect her orgasm to be that strong.
Ralph pulled out from her, and his dick was relaxed. He had obvi-
ously had a good time.
"That was quite some kiss," she said as she stood up. She turned
around and they embraced again. Then they both started to get
dressed.
"I hope no one heard us," Eva said. She looked concerned.
"Oh, don't worry about it. So what if they did?" Ralph said.
"I guess you're right. Would you like to get some ice cream?"
"Sure!" They finished dressing and left the room.
I sat in the dark for a few minutes longer, amazed by what I had
seen.
When I got home that evening, I gave my wife a very passionate
kiss.
"What brought this on?" she asked, while hugging me.
"I just thought I'd tell you how much I love you."
"That's sweet. What happened at work today, dear?"
"Oh, nothing," I lied. But I had a good feeling about what would
happen tonight.
A Day at the Beach
by
Pat L. Durante
It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot summer
sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember thinking that
nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town beach that day,
but I was wrong.
About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with a
light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could see
the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo. As she
walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to talk
briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an eternity
she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend not to notice
her arrival, but it didn't work.
"Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish every day was like
this."
The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard singing
earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly behind her. I
could barely make out her face through the glare.
"Well, man does not live on bread alone," I said foolishly.
Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I
propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face.
She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had to
look at twice to make sure you weren't seeing things. When she turned
away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My
eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but perfect breasts. It
was as if they were speaking to me. "Hello. We are her breasts." I
thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze of her assets, she spoke
to me again.
"I've run out of lotion Do you have any that I could borrow?"
She asked politely.
I fumbled though my things and came up with a half used bottle of
sunblock. I held it out to her, but she simply turned around.
"Would you mind rubbing some on my back? I feel a burn coming
on," she said calmly.
Actually, I did mind. I was suddenly very defensive. I was
hoping to spend a nice quiet day alone. I said nothing. I began to
massage the sunblock on her smooth white back. The smell of the sand
and the surf had combined with her perfume and her hairspray. I was becoming
more and more aroused by her.
I began to think about the argument I had with my wife hours
before. I just needed to get out of the house for a while. I came to
the beach hoping to straighten things out in my head. I wasn't really
sure what I felt about her. I began to wonder whether or not I had ever
loved my wife. She changed somehow after our marriage, but I couldn't put
my finger on what it was that was different. All I knew was that I had to
get away for a while.
I gently rubbed the sunblock on her side.
As my hand rose up and down, I brushed against the side of her breasts.
She shivered ever so slightly as I rubbed the cold sunblock on her bare
skin. For a long time, we both laid in the blistering sun. Finally, she
got up and said, "lets go swimming!"
I looked at her lustfully and said, "no, I'd rather stay here."
She mistook my lustful gaze as sadness and wrapped her arm around
me. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked compassionately.
"No!" I screamed. "Lets go swimming."
We spent the next few minutes in the cold shallow water of the
ocean. We had a fantastic time together. We splashed, laughed, and
playfully teased each other. After we had worn each other out, we
headed for the sand. As we walked back to our spot, I noticed her
beautiful limbs. She had quite long legs. They were muscular, but
just enough to make them firm and sexy. She was absolutely wonderful.
A work of art.
Suddenly, the weather began to change. The sun hid its face
behind a cloud that resembled a python. I began to think about my
wife again. We had some really good times together. As the sun lowered
itself behind the water it began to get a bit cold.
"Do you like to dance?" she asked excitedly.
I hadn't danced a step in fifteen years. "Love it," I said.
"Great. I know this excellent little club in town. Would you
like to go?" She asked. She waited for a response, but it seemed she
already knew my answer.
I met her at the entrance to the club. She had changed into a sexy
red dress. It flattered her petite figure. Tight around the waist, and
stretched to accentuate her chest. I was really feeling guilty. I had hoped
she hadn't seen me so I could just leave and forget about the whole day.
"John! John!" She shouted. She saw me.
The club was very extravagant. Drinks were $7.00 a whack! She
insisted that she pay for everything. We danced to every song. She was
tireless. Every once in a while I began to enjoy myself in spite of my
guilt. The last song was for couples only. She pulled me to the
middle of the dance floor and we danced cheek to cheek as though we were
lovers. I think she wanted me to kiss her, but she could wait for me
no longer. She kissed me passionately on the lips as though we were the
only two people in the room. It was a long slow sensuous kiss. The kind
of kiss that I had only dreamed about in the past. My thoughts turned to my
wife once again. What would she think of me if she had ever known about
this? How could I face her in the morning? We kissed again and again until
the very last note of the song echoed into the darkness.
"Let's go to my place," she whispered.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I followed her to the
parking lot where a limousine awaited us. We got into the limo and the
driver peeled away from the club into the darkness of the night. Her hands
were all over me as we kissed passionately time and time again. It was so
wonderful. She placed my hand on her right breast and as if instinctually
I began to caress it gently. I thought of the first time I kissed my
wife. She was so young and we were so innocent.
The long black limousine pulled up to a large mansion. The place
was dark save a small light above the main entrance. As she walked in
front of the house and into the dim light, she looked very plain, her hair
was no longer shining. Her dress was so tight that she had trouble just
walking to the door.
"Well. Are you coming?" She demanded.
By now I was completely overtaken by my guilt. I felt a sharp
pain arise in my gut. I could not think straight. All I knew was that
I wanted her. I followed her into the house where she disappeared
into the maze of rooms.
"Would you like a drink?" She called.
"No. Listen I'd better go. I don't feel right about this," I
shouted after her.
She returned to my view wearing a skimpy black lace teddy inlayed
with dragon patterns which barely covered her privates. "Dragons!" I
thought. The ache in my gut grew stronger. I had to stop this
madness at once.
"No. No. I can't. I'm... I'm...married!!!!" I screamed
hopelessly.
"Married!" She laughed. "Come on now do I look that naive?"
We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Along the way I noticed
old weapons hanging at various locations along the long candlelit
hallway. Frightening thoughts of torture came to mind. I was afraid.
My life would never be right again after this day.
We laid on the bed and kissed each other passionately once again.
This time our tongues lashed out at each other like wild animals just
let out of their cage. My mouth found it's way down to her small breasts,
I heard her sigh with pleasure as my teeth tugged at her nipples.
A moment before our two bodies became one, I let out a scream at the
top of my lungs "MARIE!!!!" That is my wife's name.
I opened my eyes and the bright red sun blinded me. It took a few
moments before I could see again. Eventually, I realized that I was still
on the beach. I had fallen asleep on the beach! It was all just a dream.
I felt the guilt in my gut once more. I felt I should be punished in some
way for even having such thoughts.
Before I could catch my breath again, I saw the most beautiful
blonde coming in my direction.
"Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish everyday was like
this."
Diane, A Complete Stranger, and Me
My wife Diane and I had enjoyed the beautiful expansion of our sensual lives
made possible by our sensitive and handsome friend, Dave Ellin. It evidently
awakened feelings in Diane that neither of us realized she owned..
Some weeks after our bedroom romp with Dave, Diane and me, my wife met me
at the door as I arrived home, saying, "I've a surprise for you, honey!"
She was wearing a really cute coctail dress with her favorite perfume applied
just enough to send my senses reeling as I took her in my arms and fervently
embrace her. "Diane, you look ravishingly beautiful tonight! Are we going out
for dinner and dancing?" "No, honey. That isn't my surprise. It's up to you
but, first lets sit down so I can explain for you."
"I bought a swingers magazine two weeks ago.. I read the ads hoping to find a
single young male interested in having a light, sensual evening with a couple!
I had so much fun with you and David.. he said he didn't want to meet us again
because he wants to spend more time with Maryel, his wife in trying to patch up
their marriage. I've long dreamed of making out with a younger man, showing him
the way to be patient and really enjoy making love with a woman. I never had
the opportunity when I was dating in high school or college.. the guys were
all too eager then, all fumbles and anxiety to slam bam thank you maam. You
were the first man to really draw my most innermost feelings out of me in so
perfect way. You are completely unique in the way you turn me on and pleasure
me, so don't ever worry that you are not "enough" for me.. you always are my
favorite! So, I checked all the ads. I found one which intrigued me. It was
from a guy who said he has been studying so hard in college that he has dated
very little and that he is quite shy and finds it hard to start conversations
with women. Jerry, I wrote to him! The ad said, "Please send photo." I sent him
that one you took of me with your Polaroid, where I had one leg up on a chair -
and had pulled up my dress to show my thin pale green panties - you had asked
me to pull aside the crotch of my panties to show my red pubic hair and cunny!"
"Diane, that was pretty bold of you, writing to a stranger and enclosing so
risque a shot!! It is one of my favorites of you though and you sure look
appealing and interested!! Did you get an answer?" "Yes.. within a week! And,
I didn't tell you about it when I read his reply because I felt so good about
being able to "accept him" - and I wanted this to be a surprise which you could
either accept or turn down, and I would be okay; his name is Peter Neil, honey,
and he writes very intelligently in neat handwriting, as carefully as you do.
Here, read his letter now." I took the letter from Diane's hand with a sense
of excitement (if she already felt able to "accept" Peter on the strength of
this letter! "Dear Ms. 'loves young men' - I was so happy to recieve your nice
response to my ad in the Companions magazine, issue No. 27. I hope you will be
interested in loving with me! I have very little experience with women, but I
was entranced with the gorgeous photo you included with your letter! I look at
it each night, wishing that I could see the real you, even in fully clothed
dress, to meet you. You look so kind and yet very sensual. When I lie in bed
at night and am feeling very horny, I take your photo and yearn to touch you
as I pleasure myself happily. If you would like to consider meeting me, you
can telephone me at 736-2587 and leave a message or speak with me. My name
is Peter Neil. Thank you again for your great letter; I hope we can meet soon.
Yours, Peter".. "Did you call him, honey," I asked Diane. "YES! And he suggest-
ed that we meet in a safe place so I would not be frightened of talking with
a stranger. We met yesterday at the Four Seasons hotel coffee shop, and had
lunch together." "Well, Diane! You are all dressed up tonight. Does your sur-
prise include Peter and maybe me?" "You guessed it, darling! I have only to
dial his number, Jer. He is waiting to hear if "it" is on or not for this eve-
ning!" "Call him, and suggest that we meet him at the Westin Hotel bar at 7;
then, after we all have a drink together, I can wink to you my approval or
shut both eyes for a couple seconds if I don't want to have him come to our
place. Sound okay??" "Great idea, honey! I'll call Peter now." Off Diane went,
a huge happy smile on her beautifully madeup face! In a few minutes, she
returned and said, "Peter likes the idea and will meet us at the Westin right
at 7 p.m." "Okay," I said."I'll run upstairs and shower and change clothes."
Minutes later, as I stepped refreshed out of the shower, Diane met me with a
cool glass of sherry for each of us. "Darling, I'm so happy you like my sur-
prise! Let's hope you will like Peter and that he will like you.. too!" She
brought her face up to my lips and I kissed her super carefully, now wanting
to displace a hair or even to smudge her beautiful lipstick, so skillfully
and sensually applied. A wave of desire came over me as I thought of this
wonderful woman who always treats me so honestly and who tells me all her
innermost passionate thoughts. The hypnotic effect of Diane's perfume "Red"
by Giorgio of Beverly Hills, again swept through my nostrils and down to my
toes, melting the strength of my legs. We clinked our wine glasses lightly,
downed our sherry, then I went to my closet and selected a casual but very
nice outfit for our meeting with Peter. Diane stood watching me in every
detail, probably thinking about how Peter and I would look sans clothing
later in the evening. I loved the look of anticipation and the soft smile
of happiness suffusing her cheeks and lips as I dressed.
Now, just arrived at the Westin parking lot, I asked Diane, "Everything
okay with you, dear?" "Oh, yes, darling. Let's have a drink and see how
you two size each other up!" "Okay.. here we go!"
In the bar, Diane immediately recognized the young man. Medium tall, with
light blonde hair and handsome, cleancut, Peter Neil looked relaxed and
not overly nervous as he watched us approach his table."Hi, Peter,"said
Diane. "This is my husband, Jerry." "Glad to meet you, Jerry. It is really
nice of you to meet me here. I just finished my last class of the afternoon
and have lots of time." "I'm glad to meet you, Peter. This is a surprise
from Diane to me. Now that I see you, I can see why she answered you ad
and why she enjoyed having lunch with you yesterday. We ordered our drinks,
and talked small talk for several minutes more. Glancing over at Diane, seeing
her total comfort in both looking at Peter and in talking freely and not stiff-
ly with him, I winked at Diane (my approval signal) and she winked happily
back at me. In a few more minutes I invited Peter to drive following us to
our place. We paid the waitress and made our way to our separate cars.. it
was nice to see Peter driving a Volkswagen Golf, very neat and conservative -
also very clean inside and out. That reassured me that here was a nice student
with more than average class and sensitivity. Peter continued to act naturally,
with respect for us both, but not an uncomfortable feeling apparent about the
difference in our ages.
All the way home as we drove in our car towards chez nous, Diane kept lean-
ing over to me, kissing me on the cheek, touching my thigh lightly, nervously
showing me how she was feeling. I was excited, but also relaxed, feeling
confident that Diane had chosen a winning young man to have fun with, safely.
We arrived first and had time to fix a light drink for us before Peter knocke
d on our front door. Diane rose from the sofa to let him in. She took his hand
but in every other way acted as if she were formally inviting a longtime
friend into our house. I handed Peter his drink and he took a seat on the
sofa, next to our hi-fi at one end. I went over to our record cabinet and
returned with a record featuring Diane as a solo flutist with a local pop
group.. her first foray into studio pop recording. We showed Peter the jacket
of the record and where Diane's name appeared. He was very pleased, asking if
we would play it for him. So, that broke the (very thin) ice.. and Diane
moved to sit between Peter and me as we listened.
Peter complimented Diane on her nice tone quality and showed us that he
really appreciated the style of the group playing. We drank and chatted
easily for some time, then put on a more romantic soft easy listening record.
Diane, again sitting between us, reached over to her left and just held
Peter's hand. A moment later, she leaned over to him easily and kissed him
tentatively on the mouth. Peter responded so thankfully, bringing his arms
fully around Diane, kissing her neck and lightly touching her shoulders as
they embraced. Diane, reaching out her right hand, teasingly pulled out my
shirt at its bottom! I had free access to Diane who was so sensually busy, so
I began unbuttoning Diane's dress, top, second, third, fourth, fith.. down
her front, teasingly exposing to Peter's look her sexy push up bra, pretty
green garter belt with its tabs attached to lusciously sheer sandal colored
stockings! I undid each of her garters next, then rolled down one stocking and
then the other, removing Diane's shoes as I reached her feet. She was sighing
and moaning, and I could already see how turned on she was getting. Diane had
now unzipped Peter's pants zipper and was rubbing his erect cock through his
underpants. When I finished removing her stockings and shoes and fully spread
open Diane's dress, she appealed to us both in sheerly transparent panties,
garter belt and bra. The two of us helped Diane out of her cocktail dress,
and she kissed me through this, mingling my saliva with hers and that of Peter'
s she still was holding in her mouth. Peter moved around to kneel on the floor
--almost in reverence -- staring up at Diane's beautiful mound, visible with
her red cunt hair showing through her already damp panties. Peter reached up
and pulled aside the crotch! Now, he could see in real life what the picture
she had sent him had showed him about the sexual promise waiting between her
legs for his lust! Peter first reached up, licking his finger, and drew a line
from Diane's clitoris down to her perineum, smoothly, slowly, lovingly.. she
let out a gasp of delight. Diane reached down and grasped Peter's head, pul-
ling him eagerly to her pussy. He pulled off her panties with her full assis-ta
nce and began to eat her out with full abandon. I left them for a few minutes
to retrieve my Polaroid camera (!) I was going to have a record of this.
When I returned, Diane and Peter were lying together full length on our sofa,
his pants were only half off, and he was trying to slide his rampant charger
into her waiting quim... red, wet, hot and now gaping with outer lips fully
engorged and parting... I mercifully pullled Peter's pants the rest of the
way off, helped him take off his underpants and lightly tapped his rump, giving
him the okay goahead to screw Diane to his heart's delight. At first Peter said
"No pictures." But Diane asked him if it was alright. She told Peter that she
would love (!) to have a picture of his happy love making with her.. that con-
vinced Peter and he said, fine! I snapped the two of them with Peter plunging
so beautifully into Diane's receiving and enjoying cunt and as Peter had both
his hands under Diane's ass cheeks, holding them widely apart as they took
their wonderful pleasure with each other. I moved to the head of the sofa and
took a second wonderful shot of their kiss... totally abandoned, French kissing
with all four of their eyes tighty closed in ecstasy! These are some of our
very favorite photos now, as we look back with pleasure on the joys of this
night. As we progressed, Diane came several times with total happiness and
great sounds of satisfaction. I took over and fucked Diane while Peter kissed
her, played with her boobs and when he recovered his erection - eagerly put
his penis back in Diane's mouth.. she was now getting fucked from two of her
three love orifices! We took a break, then went to the floor for mutual play,
oral sex of every kind, cocks, cunt, assholes.. we put Diane on her tummy..
then both Peter and I licked her ass all around her two beautiful globes,
nearer and nearer to her puckered little brown anal hole. Then, we each took
turns placing finger, then tongue.. then Peter's finger and his tongue into
Diane's rear entry sheath.. until she cried out... "Please, take me now,
Peter in my rear and Jerry in my pussy!" We moved to please her every desire.
And, later, after we were completely spent and happily lying together, Diane
said. "This has been a simply wonderful time. Thank you, Peter and thank you,
so much, Jerry.. for this wonderful wonderful evening!".. A night to really
savor and recall... Signed Eros Jer
Claire's Knee II
By ErosJerry
Bang went the front door! Claire, arriving dead tired from her walk up
the neighborhood's San Fransisco hill, after a week of super hard project
work at computing services Univ. of California at San Fransisco. "Boy, do
I need a drink and a load off," Claire thought, as she kicked off her work
shoes, Naturalizer comfort walkers and slipped into her Dr. Scholl's wooden
exercise sandals..."Ahh, that's already sooo much better.. what would I like
to drink now? What's in here?", looking into the liquor cabinet. "Aha! Dry
Vermouth; I'll add Tanqueray and ice and stir the hell out of it for a smooth
martini plus!!" She took down her glass, mixing metal canister, filling it
with chipped ice, poured out a generous three ounces of Tanqueray gin, a mere
two drops of vermouth (she hates macho guys who just pass the vermouth bottle
near the top of the glass.. for adding fumes. Claire really loves the flavor
of the dry vermouth and its slippery slight oiliness adding piquancy and tex-
ture her more classic-style martini. Claire's ice was practically 100% gin, so
she poured her ingredients right into the cannister to mix with the ice, then
agitated the whole mixture like crazy, for a full two minutes. Her glass had
been tucked in the freezer for this little time and now was taken out with a
light frost fogging its rim.. Ahhh... what a drink this will be! Slowly pouring
out her martini through a metal strainer keeping all ice pieces in the canister
, Claire sighed in anticipation as her drink became reality. With a few pieces
of gouda cheese sliced and set on Table Water crackers, Claire repaired to her
boudoir, the neatest part of her bachelorette apartment.
Zip went the zipper to her fashion-conscious suit, off came her silk blouse,
she reached back and released the catch of her sensual bra, freeing her sweet
breasts and causing her nipples to pop out with little touches of her martini
glass! Off with these stockings and garter belt! Claire liked bucking the
trend of most women stuck with pantyhose - she wore stockings to work and on
dates, except in the hottest summer months, when she wore thigh high silk
stockings or bare legs. She liked the more sensual feel and give of the garter
snaps and flexible-sexy stockings - and she knew that many of her girl friends
frequently got urinary tract infections, possibly from the unhealthy lack of
air circulating around their genitals when they wore those ubiquitous panty-
hose.
Stepping out of her cute pink step-ins, Claire headed straight for the
shower stall. She grabbed a towel, placed it on her sitting stool and turned
on the taps.. Returning to the bedroom for a moment as the water temperature
settled in to "ideal", Claire turned on her clock radio and hummed the easy
listening tune coming into her ear from Anne Murray.. "Another Woman in Love".
Now Claire felt great as she stepped under her shower and began soothing
away all of her cares and stiff, tired muscles. Taking the bottle of Vitabath
Rose scent from her shower caddy, Claire uncapped it and poured a generous
amount into the palm of her hand. Now, stepping aside from the direct flow of
the water, Claire shut her eyes (as Jerry had suggested to her..) and spread
the wonderful stuff all over her form, face and neck, breasts, back (as much
as she could reach..Damn, I wish Jerry were in here with me now, to do my
back the way he so deliciously does!.. now down her tummy and into her navel.
mmmm, nice! down her legs and to her knees, front and sooo sensitive backs! now
completely doing her feet (eyes still closed, feeling soo sexy.. what a nice
feeling of not being quite here, she thought). Now, a little more Vitabath
and time to lift her leg to the soap holder at the tub's side (Jerry told
her this was the best way to set her vulva for sensual bathing, touching
and pleasuring in a shower environment.. so much of his ideas really make me
feel wonderful, she thought.) Gently sudsing her entire pubic region, she
loved the slippery exotic feel of the Vitabath's sweetly scented texture as
she fingered and laved her labes, pubes, love lips, soft ass cheeks and -
dare she? YES, a Vitabath lubricated finger slid almost imperceptibally into
her anus... oohh, that feels gooood, she thought. I never did that before -
Jerry programed me to try it for its sensual effect. With so much lubricant
it didn't hurt me at all.. maybe I WILL try using the Vick's inhaler tube
Jerry got me.. when I pleasure myself in a few minutes... in bed.
Now, toweled dry and with her martini half-finished and only gradually cast-
ing its full spell on Claire's relaxing mind.. she slipped on her sheepskin
and favorite bedroom slippers.. only, and glided into the bedroom. Turning
down her comforter and sheets, propping both pillows up for relaxed reading,
she doffed her only clothing, the slippers and slipped into bed. Ahhh, how
nice.. where's Jerry when I really need him, now??? Well, I have this idea
to expand my masturbatory skills this afternoon... why not??
Sitting up, so cozily, half thinking, half dreaming of the last evening when
she and Jerry went dining, dancing, and lovemaking, Claire soon felt a bit
horny.. the martini sure helped. (I must remember that at my next cocktail
party, for a more interesting time, thought Claire!) Oh, if Jerry were here in
the room, just watching me now, that would excite me so much! I'd love to have
him watch me make myself come! He does a great job, and even knows exactly how
to massage my G-spot, making me soak the sheets every time(!), I'd love to
teach him how I really like my clitoris treated for fantastic feelings!
Next time we're in bed, I'm just going to start!!
Finishing her drink and setting the volume of the music just a tad lower,
Claire slid her right hand down to her quim... legs parting now, am I lubri-
cating? A little, maybe, she thought. Let's just put our hand over the out-
side of little clit and move it around some... aha.. that's right! Oooohh
nice! Clit is not little now, she knows it is time to come out for play!
She is fully ready for a session! Claire caressed her entire vulva now, teas-
ing the folds of her labia majora to blossom open.. Reaching over to her
night table and opening the edible massage oil jar, Claire poured a small
amount into the ready shallow dish. Touching her index finger to the oil,
she brought it to her lustful clit and touched her own button - magic! What
a soft, fabulous sensation that is. More excited by the second, she continued
daydreaming and idly increasing the movement all around her cunny - down her
slit (how she loves Jerry to tongue the full length of her slit when he goes
down on her!).. touching her perineum, finger now fully wet and hot from her
oozing glandular offerings to "fucking"...? no, not this time, but .. almost
as nice!.. moving her fingers around her anus..yes, it feels so nice, almost
erotic, but I'm not sure. Let's get my big fat vibrator, the penis-shaped
one for my vagina, and the little Vick's inhaler (I don't think it will
want to inhale once it's inside my rear end!!). Now a little oil on the end
of my TWO dildos, one for front and one for rear. Do lesbians love using these
on each other? Don't they miss the feel of human hard cockflesh ramming in and
out of their love tunnels? I SURE would miss it.
Let's begin with my cunny.. fingers opening lips? YES.. hole ready to receive
?? Oh yes!!! Tip coming in.. ooh nice, glad it's made of rubber and has some
give.. turn on the switch for vibrator... yes NOW... wow, does that feel super!
Slide more and more in.. feel my vagina expand.. Oh Jerry, how I wish you could
be inside me instead, right now! Oh, those good vibrations, I love it. So hard!
Okay, relax, go slower. It feels right on, now. Clit is vibrant with help from
the motor, vagina feels filled and with slow moving I feel fucked... great!!
motor off! Pick up Vicks inhaler with oil on its tip.. more oil on my finger
to slide all over my anal opening... I hope this won't hurt. Let's see now..
slide the round tip first all around the opening, tease the hole, Claire,
like Jerry's tongue there the other night.. that felt marvelous! THIS feels
great... too! Now ease the tip inside just a little. How does it feel? Okay..
a little more? Yess, ooh this is new... this is like shitting backwards...
sexy sexy smooth not hurting me at all.. slide it all the way inside? YESSS!
hold it there... oh, do I feel filled in both places.. maybe Jerry would bring
my friend Mike Webb from the office with him on an evening and he and mike
could fuck me together????? Yes, I would love that. Mike is so manly, a marine.
And Jerry is so refined, an artist. What a perfect combination for my libido.
How am I doing? Motor back on now! in .... out..... in out..... in in in...
out... ahhhh ohhhhh it feels so good, and my ass is on fire with great sensiti-
vity! Maybe next time I'll insert my medium sized plastic vibrator in there
and turn it on! Ohhhhhhh, I'm coming... wonderful. Jerry I love you.. watch
me frig myself now.. this will be just my fingering answering the yearning of
my clit for more more more. another gorgeous orgasm... sooon sooon.. ooooh
so right! Right, I love it, I love you Jerry.. do it to me,, watch me do
it to myself. Do you like the way it looks? Oh, my God. There you are,
coming into my bedroom and undressing as you come to me. "Come to me, my
love! You're just on time! I tried the Vicks inhaler and it was lovely..
kiss me... ohh I love love love you. Thank you so much for urging me to explore
my feelings. You're sooo good to me.. love me, my sweetheart. Ahhhhh there
you are, inside me... where you belong. Bring Mike Webb with you next time???
"Wonderful, honey.. I would love having two of you inside me at the same time!
I'm glad you think that would be okay.. thanks you... Ohhhh I'm coming...
(fade)
--
For Leg_List Readership
An introduction to Sensuality and Love
Some years ago, when I was 18 and just awakening to thoughts of girls,
feminine beauty and possibilities, I attended a famed U.S. music camp,
Interlochen, in Michigan. The camp has always been terrific for highly-
motivated young clasical musicians.. I was fully engaged in working my head
off to excel and to succeed in the many challenges offered us there. Each
summer's camp was for 8 weeks, though, and other interests soon presented
themselves, deliciously. We ate in a large common hall, with hundreds of
other young musicians our meal companions.. with this contact and also from
intermissions of rehearsals where many sweet and lovely young women played
in the National High School Orchestra or sang in my choir or madrigal singers'
group with me - I soon met a friend who was to become the first strong love
of my life.. we'll call her May, though her name was slightly different..
May was a fine violinist, my age (18) and also had the sweetest solo soprano
voice I had ever heard to that time. I talked with her often and finally got up
enough courage to ask her to attend a party and dance on the week-end. We dated
several times, and I would always walk May back to her cabin area and shake her
hand as we said goodnight... very warmly. After about three such dates, one of
our mutual friends came up to me at lunch and said, "Jerry, May wanted me to
let you know that she would really love it if you would kiss her goodnight on
your next date." Boy was I happy, surprised... completely inexperienced as I
was in any intimacies with girls.
So, acting on this tip, I had a much better time talking with May on our
next night out, we walked hand in hand for the first time, and when we reached
"the Girl's Gate" I waited and talked with her a bit longer than I had done
before.. May turned her face up to mine and I put my arm around her and kissed
her once, gently, tentatively. She responded so sweetly, sighing and pressing
her soft lips against mine very fervently. After a few seconds, May opened her
mouth a little and slid her tongue between my lips. I had never felt anything
like this before and my penis suddenly took on a life of its own! I had learned
about the joys of masturbation some months before and certainly had an under-
standing of how my erections felt and how wonderful was the release when spurt
after spurt of fresh semen would explode out of the head of my penis when my
amateurish and strong up and down rubbing created enough friction to give me
the climaxes that would make my entire body shudder. Now, with just the hot
and loving tongue of a girl exploring the inside of my mouth I realized that I
was dripping pre-come "honey" all over my underwear pants, and I felt more
wonderful than ever before in my life. I didn't want to leave her, but May
said to me, "Darling, I thought you'd never get to kissing me! You kiss so
divinely.... don't worry, we'll have many chances to love each other.. sleep
sweetly and I'll dream of you undressing me and touching me all over. G'night."
My mind was feverish as I walked the long way between the girl's sleeping
area and where my cabin with the other boys was situated - what did May have
in mind next??? Was I happy!
The next evening, at dinner, May ate with me and asked if I would be prac-
ticing in my usual stone practice hut near her cabin after dinner. I told her
that I would be working there for about an hour. She looked at me very loving-
ly and said, "If you hear running water, maybe you should take a break and
investigate!".. we continued our discussion of everything/nothing and then
went our separate ways to practice hut and girl's cabin.
About fifteen minutes after I started playing over my routine work, I
rested for a few moments and then clearly heard the sound of rapidly running
water. Fortunately it was quite dark out. I put down my instrument and quietly
closed the door of my practice room. Walking to the end of the row of huts I
could see May's cabin only 20 yards away. Lights were on in the cabin itself,
and I could hear that the sound of water was a shower turned on in their bath
room. I couldn't see anything from my level on the ground, but I was erotical-
ly turned on by May's comment to me earlier at dinner, so I used a window
ledge to assist me in climbing up to the roof of the outdoor practice huts.
NOW, I had a perfect view of the bathroom window and from a much higher van-
tage. And, there was the object of all my love and affection, my girl friend,
May, totally nude and enjoying herself in the shower. She wasn't facing the
window at that moment but just slightly away from that angle.. for the first
time I could see her budding young breasts and their pink nipples and slightly
brown aureoles, the perfection of her body's youthful form with just beginning
widening of her hips to the eventual womanly attraction they would merit -
and there, at the apex of her long and perfectly shaped legs was her genital
region... something I had only once before viewed in nature (when my mother
stepped out of the shower one time just as I came home from sixth grade class,
and, when she observed that I was looking at her, she made no attempt to cover
herself, only smiling and saying, "Hi, Jerry"). But this was different! This
was not an adult woman, this was the girl I loved, and what a beautiful girl
she was! As I continued to enjoy the view of all of her, May must have known
I could view her, because she now looked directly out the window, smiled, and
moved her legs way apart. Then she took her bar of soap, held it under the
water and then lowered her soapy hands to her crotch. I next watched in wonder-
ment as my love began to move her fingers lightly in small circles at the top
of her vulva... I had seen pictures of female genitalia in books, and I knew
what a clitoris was, but I had never been aware of its importance in the pleas-
uring of women sexually aroused. May rubbed more and more and her face changed
its appearance... she smiled and then let her head drop back a little, opening
her mouth and looking a little out of control. Now she inserted her middle
finger right into her vagina, looked directly out the window and used her other
hand and arm to beckon to anyone looking, "Come and make love to me!" I was
so excited that I unzipped my trousers, reached inside and pulled aside my
underpants and released my fully rampant love weapon to the cool exterior
air. I began jerking off at the same speed that May was using in finger fuck-
ing herself.. this was much slower than I had ever masturbated before and it
felt infinitely better, more sensual, more langorous. And, seeing her naked
and engaged in self-pleasuring intensified my owm pleasure brilliantly.
After I don't know how many minutes, I came with an explosion bigger than
I knew possible, and I saw May shudder in ecstasy at about the same time.
I hurriedly readjusted my clothing and as quietly as possible climbed down
from the roof, because I heard some other students walking around on the
grounds near me, and I feared an embarrassing detection. In a minute or two
I was safely back in my hut, practicing. Nothing mor happened for about ten
minutes, though I was still highly excited and keyed up by what I had witnes-
sed and experienced. Then, I heard a light tapping on my door. Looking up,
there was May... now fully modest and dressed in the official camp uniform
of blue shirt, blue corduroy nickers, long stockings and shoes. I let May in,
and she immediately kissed me with ardor and breathlessly.. "You watched me
didn't you, Jerry??!??"... "Yes, May, you were wonderful," I replied. She
pulled on my arm.. "Put away your instrument, Jerry and walk with me, okay?"
I would have walked anywhere in the world with her at that moment. But, she
led me down the path leading towards the lake. In a few minutes we reached
a practice hut used for ear-training classes during the daytime. All was
peaceful and quiet. May opened the door and invited me inside. Soon we were
sitting in a handy chair, May upon my lap and her arms around me, kissing
with more passion and desire than I had ever felt. She reached back behind
herself and gently but firmly pulled my arm forward and placed it on her
left breast. We french kissed and sighed our feelings for each other, getting
hotter and hotter. I had never touched a girl's mammaries before, so the ex-
perience was stunningly great. I kneaded and pressed, with no experience of
what she wanted. May extricated herself from our kiss and reached up to un-
button the first button on her shirt. I followed her lead and unbottoned all
of the others and we helped each other remove her shirt. There were her bare
boobs.. she had dressed after her shower, but wasn't wearing any bra. "Pinch
me gently, here," she said, pulling my fingers to her nipple. I could feel
it harden to the sensitivity of my touch and it was so exciting to hear her
sigh and purr ecstatically as she felt the effect in her breasts and all the
way to her vulva. I instinctively reached down and took the other nipple in
my mouth. How beautiful it felt, tasted! I was really in seventh heaven.
Now, I felt her fingers on the zipper of my trousers. She was going to un-
dress me! I held up the top of my pants so she only needed to pull down and
the zipper opened easily.. followed by the entry of May's hand inside... I
felt her lightly touch my rigid cock through the material of my underpants.
Then she reached under the leg band and held me directly. What a sensation!
She pulled down my trousers and let me lie down on the floor of the cabin..
the wood floor felt hard but it wasn't cold or really uncomfortable. May
lay down next to me and slid down my underpants, I eagerly helped them off
my feet and tossed them aside. I was dripping pre-come like crazy and May
eagerly placed her tongue on the very tip of my cock and licked it all up.
I was entranced by the beauty of how she looked, loving me and how it felt!
Now, I was busy unbuttoning the awkward side buttons (Both sides) of her camp
knickers.. with all ten buttons undone, we were able to lower May's knickers
to the floor. She was wearing the cutest pink panties and I could see right
away that they were wet from her own passionate secretions. She continued to
give me head and I was looking at a girl dressed only in panties.... for the
very first time! I lightly caressed her stomach and her genital region out-
side the panties at first, getting more and more excited by the moment. Then
I reached my hand under her waist elastic and moved slowly/gently towards her
mound of venus and pubic hair region. When I touched it, it was like being
in a perfect dream of beauty, love and happiness. I continued my downward
path, being seriously distracted by May's sucking of my rammer and licking
of its head! It felt so thrilling to reach the top of her pussy, to feel the
little hard ball of the head of her clit, to pass it by, unawares and to
feel the opening lips of her labia majora slick with her precoital fluid
as I descended farther and farther along. Now I had the first sensation of
a woman's urethral opening and then the magic place itself, the entry to her
grotto,, the vaginal opening. Inserting my finger carefully inside I could
feel May squeezing to hold my finger more tightly. I went in a little further
and could actually feel her hymne blocking a further intrusion of my false
phallus... she was a virgin and she wanted me to be doing this with her...
wonderful!!!!!! Now, I took out my hand and started slowly sliding her pink
panties down her hips. May stopped giving me head and used her own hands to
ease the passage off her legs and feet, tossing her step-ins lightly aside.
She widely spread her legs and said to me, "Come here, lover, and introduce
me to sexual love!!!!" I reverently gazed at her, loving everything about
her and then so softly allowed the head of my cock to move just to the open-
ing of her cunt. May, who knew the secrets of her clit, reached down now and
pulled up my prick to lavish its slick fluids all over her pointed clitoris,
then she slowly started circling it around and around, meanwhile sighing and
crying out softly, "Jerry you make me feel so wonderful!". . After a few
minutes May shuddered all over and said, "I'm commmmmmming, darling!"
She next sat up a little and reinserted my prick in her mouth, but this
time she was expertly thrusting it up and down with her hand and licking,
sucking with all her heart and intensity. Within moments I gushed forward with
a mountain of ejaculation,, into her mouth, down her throat and she took it
all in with a look of total satisfacion. Now, we heard some voices talking
just a few yards away from our cabin, so we quickly parted and got back into
our clothes, being as quiet as we could. The voices disappeared past our
building, and we sighed in relief. Now we looked at each other, hugged and
kissed the most happy and sweet kiss ever. May said, "I'm yours, Jerry, when-
ever you want me!" I thanked her and told her of my undying love and concern
for her happiness. Then we left the cabin, I walked her back to her cabin
and we continued on with the rest of our lives. We had many more sensual times
together but that shower, self-pleasuring and near intercourse was the great-
est thing I could dream of at that time in my life. Sincerely yours,
Leg_list readers, ErosJer
--
Mental Mists
A (*-W E T-*) Ink Product
From the mists of your mind, I silently find you, alone again. I
steal from nowhere to touch your shoulder from behind. You whirl around
to see me, knowing who I am, and where I came from. What wonders will
your imagination bring you this time? Allow me to show you...
I am, as you made me, tall, powerful, and staring at my shadowed
face, you feel a chill run down your spine, settling between your legs
as a distracting tingle of excitement.
With a careless jerk of my head, you are made naked before me. My
nudity also is revealed, and I see you drinking in the sight of me like
a sweet liqueur. My eyes smolder as they meet yours, and I smile
slightly, knowing all too well just what you want.
I step toward you, but I do not touch you, yet. I examine the
smooth skin of your forehead, the wisps of hair at your temples, the
soft flesh behind your ears. You feel my breath tickle your skin, and I
hear your sharp intake of breath as my lips brush your neck.
Now I hold you, lightly, and you clutch at me desperately, assuring
yourself of my reality. I feast on the skin on the nape of your neck,
tasting the delicate hairs there, smelling the subtle perfume of your
body.
The heat that rises from you is palpable, and I absorb it, adding
to my own essense by it. I stroke the side of your face and your
shoulder, feeling the muscles go limp beneath my fingers as I move.
Your breathing becomes ragged, and I pull you close to me. Your breasts
press firmly against my chest, and I stroke your back firmly.
My lips finally seek out yours, and our tonuges war fiercely. It
is a battle that we both will win, though, and as I look deeply into
your eyes, we share a knowing smile.
We relax, supine, and our passion mounts as we explore each others'
bodies with our eyes, our hands, and our mouths. The skin on your legs
springs up with goosebumps as my fingers trail lightly up your thighs.
I feel, rather than hear, your gasp as I touch your essense with my
mouth, tasting you, rolling your sweet flower across my toungue. You
move in slow, flowing rhythms, as my exploration continues. My hands
open you to me, and I penetrate your center with a movement of my mouth.
I feel your response against my lips, taste the fluids of your
pleasure trickling down my throat like a rare, sweet wine. The sounds
of your passion have aroused my own response, and I release you for a
moment.
My kisses move up your body, stopping here and again to force your
body to writhe in pleasure. Finally, I am kissing the hollow of your
collarbone, and you feel me probing gently at your entrance.
By this time, your body is shaking under mine, and I claim you with
an excruciatingly slow stroke, savouring the sweet look on your face.
My hands seek out yours, and I hold you gently as my mouth finds your
lips, and we share a slow, lingering kiss.
I move in you, slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency,
matching the bucking of your hips. I can feel the tightening in your
belly, and my own zenith approaches also.
Like a wave breaking on a storm-swept seashore, we reach the
pinnacle of our adventure together. Holding hands, we survey the
landscape of the imagination together, merged as one, as we fill each
other's souls, meshed with our own.
We drift into a dreamless sleep together in an intimate tangle. As
you slip into unconsiousness, you feel me squeeze your hand lightly, and
you squeeze mine in return, smiling.
You wake, as you slept, alone in the darkness of your bedroom.
Your body is covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and you can smell
the musky scent of sex heavy in the air. Your sheets are tangled at
the bottom of the bed.
As you lie there, recalling the passion you felt, a breeze whispers
past your ear, "Another time, perhaps..."
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Pamela's Panty-hose? Nevermore!
By ErosJer ([email protected])
I read with a smile the phrase in Will Ray's note on photoswap, "two letters
to the editor in pamela's pantyhose".. My own true love and fiancee is named
Pamela, and she wore pantyhose to work all the time when I first began dating
her, last January (1990).. Soon after our first bonding and wonderful love-
making, I bought Pamela beautiful garter belts, a Merry Widow with garters
and several pairs of finest sheer stockings (including silk ones from Italy).
When Pam and I went to a concert soon after, she said to me as we walked from
the garage to the concert hall, "Jerry, I really love the feel of these stock-
ings! They are so sensual - and I can feel them move a bit as I walk along. I
wore stockings last in 1970, so I forgot all about how they feel. They do make
me feel a little uncertain though, as I feel the wind come under my skirt and
all the way up to the crotch of my panties - that is a strange (but not un-
friendly) sensation!"
Because of her comment, I decided to buy her some knee-high stockings to
see how Pamela would like them. She wore them under a long jeans skirt when
we went over to visit her mother's recently. As Pam sat comfortably opposite
me I could see the tops of her knee-highs and their not lovely top elastics
and some of her (lovely) legs showing too.. when I told her about this pri-
vately later, she turned beet red and said she'd probably only wear the knee-
highs under slacks or jeans in the future - even thought I assured her that
she looked charming and so desirable as I had viewed her.
Now I took the step which moved us inexorably to the most exciting permanent
change I would have ever thought possible for Pamela and me: I looked very
carefully through the entire hosiery section of an upscale department store
and found some "thigh high sheer stockings"... I got these for her and Pam
thanked me, saying she had not known this type existed.
On our next date, after a great dinner and relaxed drive under moonlight,
Pamela and I retired to my motel room where she sat on the edge of my water-
bed. We just dropped back together, fully clothed onto the bed, and rocked
in laughter and happiness. I hadn't seen her for several weeks, so we just
hugged and held each other for the longest time, enjoying every minute of
our experience. Ater our soft as baby skin kisses produced yearning sighs
from Pamela's throat, I began caressing her face, her hair and her neck. She
put her mouth up to my ear and breathed the warmest, wettest air in there,
bringing me to an advanced state of love readiness seconds later! I softly
rubbed her shoulders and caressed her down her sides, only barely making the
gentlest contact with her sensitive, lovely breasts. Pamela was caressing my
back eagerly and unbuttoning my shirt to insert her hand in to feel my chest
and to tease my nipples to stiff readiness. As I continued to caress down
her skirt, she responded with little urging mews and invitingly spread her
legs slightly apart for me. I reached under the hem of her long skirt, and
first felt her silky stockinged legs - then I was aware of not one but two
layers of slip Pamela wore (she later told me that one slip was too short
for the skirt but had a very pretty top to be seen under her transparent
blouse, and the second slip had the right length.) This extra amount of
underwear was intriguing me strongly! I caressed gradually higher up Pam's
leg, felt the sexy top binding elastic and moved onto her super soft leg
and thigh skin... so warm, so responsive to my touch! As I moved closer to my
"heaven" I realized that there was no deterrant to the progress of my hand,
even to the sensual globe of her buttock cheek!!! What a great surprise for
me - Pam wasn't wearing any panties!! It blew my mind, and we advanced to one
of the fullest episodes of wanton and abandoned loving we have ever had. We
both came several times and felt totally united, as if this were the very first
time our bodies had ever joined. The water bed was our friend, adding its own
motion to encourage new angles, new directions, new delights to each of us.
Later, after lovingly reviewing our happiness in light soft talking, I asked
Pamela about the reason for not wearing any panties.. it had turned me on so
very excitedly. She said that she learned by wearing garter belt, stockings
and panties that she really loved the feel of the wind under her skirt, climb-
ing all the way to her crotch - but not quite getting TO her. So, she told me,
that she experimented one day wearing the thigh-high stockings and no panties
to her office... she said, "It was so terrific.. I came in the car, just from
the motion on the car's seat and vibration of traffic. Then, at the office, I
could feel (really FEEL) the seat of my chair. And I felt wickedly erotic as
I stood talking with men who work with me, knowing that under my skirt there
was no impediment to their seeing my pussy were I to lean down to the bottom
drawer of a filing cabinet to extract something! Now, I have not had a urinary
infection for weeks, and I always used to get them when I wore pantyhose all
the time. So, this is how I dress almost every day.. now. I'm so glad you
approve!!!" (note to female readers... please give this sensual dressing
technique a try... you may solve any of several genital discomforts related
to airless confinement of pantyhose (not pretty for us men to gaze upon any-
way) - you may achieve a great double benefit when you feel turned on by what
you FEEL, and your lovers, boyfriends, husbands are electrically excited when
you let them KNOW what is under your dress or skirt!!! Have fun!) Yours,
ErosJer
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